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Story One Hundred and Seventy-Four Ends April 16th
Twenty hours he had sat playing Neoquest II.
Twenty hours straight, and it was beginning to show.
Beads of sweat started to form on his brow. Rohane's mighty sword crashed
down upon the Chia Zombie. Twelve down, only an entire army to go, and he
hadn't even reached the Zombie Lord yet. Meridell would soon be rid of this
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Mum. I'm playing my game. I can't
come to dinner right now."
There was no answer.
Another knock, and then a scraping sound. "Hello? Who is that? Anybody
there?" he enquired.
Still no answer.
The scraping turned into a groaning... the controller shook in his hands.
As he slowly turned his head, he noticed the door to his bedroom was wide
open, and standing in the doorway was...
Author: Neopets Staff|
Date: 12 April
...King Terask, in the flesh! After beating Neoquest
II Normal, he had been
compelled to continue on to Evil. The looming figure stood in the doorway,
bright red eyes glinting angrily. Terrified, he let out a high-pitched shriek.
The large dragon slowly moved forward with his claws flexed, ready to rip him.
Sweating profusely, he looked around frantically, attempting to find a weapon.
His search was cut short when a large muzzle poked into his back, and hot,
stinky breath rushed around his face. He whirled, whacking his controller on
the monster's head. To his surprise, it giggled. King Terask did NOT giggle.
"Ron, you're so gullible," the dragon laughed. Confused,
he just stared.
Giggling again, the trickster grabbed its head and pulled off a mask. It was his
sister, Holly. Ron's face clouded from anger at the daring of his Kougra sister's amusement.
He grabbed her tail and pulled it up. Holly yelped in pain, then turned and
scratched her brother upon the arm that was holding her tail. He let go,
clutching the cut.
"I hate you!" he screamed. Holly stuck out her tongue at him, then shed the rest
of her Terask costume in Ron's room before taking off. He angrily slammed the door,
then returned to his chair.
This was much better. No pesky little sisters, and no disturbances...
especially no monsters coming out of the game that I'm playing,
he thought, shuddering. Upon returning to his game, Ron found that it had been shut off.
Thankful that the game had been automatically saved, the Gelert turned it back on.
However, when he tried to open the game, it went black, with green glowing text flashing
across the screen...
Date: 12 April
DATA LOG COMPLETE. INPUT COORDINATES: (X,Y)_
Ron stared. Input coordinates? Confused, he entered the only numbers he could think of...
his birthdate: (5,12)
COORDINATES ACCEPTED. ENTER LEVEL _
Ron was interested now. He had never been much of a computer whiz, but he didn't think this
was normal. Nonetheless, still focused on his birthday, he typed in "04."
LEVEL ACCEPTED. PRESS ENTER TO CONTINUE.
Ron hit the ENTER key. Fascinated, he watched as the computer monitor transformed into a mosaic
of bright colors and patterns. They swirled together, creating a mesmerizing vortex. Suddenly,
the Gelert began to feel sleepy. He watched the swirl of color for a few moments more, then his
head hit the keyboard, and everything went black...
* * * * *
"Owwwww...." Ron said, sitting up with a moan. Rubbing his head, the Gelert tried to
remember what had happened. The computer....
As the Gelert regained consciousness, he realized that something was wrong. At the time that
he'd fallen asleep, Ron had been in his room, at his computer. Now, not only was he on the
round, and outside... but he didn't recognize his surroundings at all--or did he?
That tree looked awfully familiar...
The forming of an awful thought in the back of Ron's mind was interrupted by a menacing growl.
The Gelert looked behind him--to see something that confirmed his fears...
Date: 13 April
...a plains Lupe! Ron yelped as he ran off. He crashed through bushes and crushed twigs,
yet the Lupe stayed right on his tail.
Ron suddenly felt himself flying forward. With a crash, he plunged into the ground,
groaning in pain.
The plains Lupe had finally caught up to the poor Gelert, and was now baring his teeth. Ron's life
flashed before his eyes as the Lupe lunged at him, claws extracted, ready to swipe.
Tightly clenching his eyes shut, he hoped for a miracle. Then, suddenly, a war cry was heard,
soon followed by the sound of metal crashing against ivory, which echoed throughout the plains.
There was a yelp... and, then, Ron opened his eyes. His vision was blurry at first, but it came into
focus after a few moments, after the adrenaline had dissipated from his body.
"Are you alright?" a white Blumaroo asked. He was clad in a green over-garment, with brown boots
and a sword (which he was leaning on) that was pitched into the rough, clay-like soil.
Ron couldn't speak--he choked on his words. All that came out was a small "thank you",
then he collapsed onto the soil.
* * * * *
INVALID SYNTAX ERROR_
Ron grunted as he awoke, then read the screen. He shook his head, assuming that what had just happened
was merely a dream, and walked out of his messy room.
He gasped as he crossed the threshold, then saw that outside of his room was a vast plain, and that
there was a white Blumaroo running up to him.
"How is this possible?" Ron asked himself, bewildered. "I was just in my room--" He turned around
to see where he'd just stepped out from. "WHAT THE?!?!"...
Date: 14 April
...A teleportal orb stood before him, similiar to the ones found in the game. Ron poked
it curiously, to see whether or not it still worked.
"No good," he murmured, slightly disappointed. "I guess I'm stuck here, at least until
I can find a way out of this virtual mess."
The Gelert was just about to set off, when a hand tapped his shoulder.
"Excuse me... Ron, is it?" a timid voice asked.
Ron whipped around in surprise. "Rohane?!?" he gasped. "How do you know my name?"
A more serious expression fell upon the Blumaroo's face. "I'm quite sorry that all of this happening
so suddenly--but I'm in dire need of your assistance. You see, I--"
"So, I take it you're the one who transported me here?" Ron interjected.
Rohane nodded quickly. "As I was saying earlier, the rest of my party are being held prisoner by the Shadow Lord.
I tried to rescue them on my own, but I, too, was defeated easily."
Ron raised a brow. "If that's so, then how am I supposed to help?"
The Blumaroo smiled. "You, my friend, are the fifth member of our party, and here is your tool..."
Date: 14 April
...Rohane's callused and weathered paw brought forth a gleaming dagger, thin and long.
It was unlike Rohane's, which was broad and short. Ron delicately took it out of Rohane's
paw, then swung it carelessly, narrowly missing his new companion's ears.
"Hey, watch it!" Rohane said. Despite trying to sound bold, a squeakiness in his
voice had leaked out. He tossed Ron a sheath. "Put that thing away, now; you can't
carry a weapon in your hand all day long."
"Sorry," Ron muttered, placing the long dagger in the brown leather sheath that
Rohane had passed him. However, rather than getting started, he longed to sit
down and slowly admire the way the light danced off different angles of the keen,
"Come, we should train you. You're over 27 levels behind," Rohane said, beckoning
Ron further into the fields.
"TWENTY-SEVEN? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Ron shouted, long ears stuck against the back
of his head and all along his back.
"As a matter of fact, no, I'm NOT joking," Rohane snapped. "Anyhow, you get more experience
than us. I won't get anything for plains Lupes, so I'll just do nothing and help if
you're desperate, alright?"
Ron sighed. This wasn't going to be easy...
However, after several hours of fighting and gaining strength, Ron was finding new
confidence in his abilities as he grew stronger and developed new kills.
Over the course of the next several days, the pair journeyed farther and farther into
the world, encountering tougher opponents. By nightfall of the third day, Ron had
reached a level that made him Rohane's equal.
"You've done well, Ron," Rohane said, polishing his sword by the campfire. "I think you
are ready. Tomorrow, we will...
Date: 15 April
...go to the citadel, where the other party members are being held. I'll warn you now;
rescuing our comrades will not be easy. There are magical booby traps, giant monsters,
and evil magicians throughout the path that lies ahead of us."
Ron was quietly considering what their options would be in case they ran into a wizard,
as wizards would most likely be the hardest obstacles before them. However, Rohane mistook
the Gelert's expression, and thought that Ron was reconsidering his decision to help
free the captive heroes.
"Of course, we can defeat them all, as long as we work together and have courage and
confidence in our abilities." Rohane said, watching his charge's reaction.
Ron looked at Rohane, who over the course of days had earned great respect and admiration
from the young Gelert, with a single question in his heart. "Do you think I'm ready to
fight, with all of my heart, in a situation where no one will be able to save me if I fail?"
Rohane looked into the Gelert's questioning eyes with pride in his own, "I have no doubts
about you. You are the hero that I needed, and tomorrow we shall prevail. Now, let's plan
for the obstacles we will face in our upcoming battles."
The two adventurers talked late into the night, considering all of the possible routes (and
enemies to be found along each). Then, they rested.
When they awoke the next morning, the two quickly packed camp and began making their way to the citadel,
Date: 15 April
...everything was quiet... too quiet. The place seemed utterly deserted.
Rohane was the first to comment. "I don't like the feel of this situation. There is
something very wrong here."
"Where did everybody go?" Ron whispered. "I mean, no one's here. It's deserted...
not a soul in sight."
"Well, lets just keep going... but keep an an eye open, though, and don't let your guard down."
Ron nodded in agreement, and they continued treading down the barren wasteland that was once the thriving
Citadel. They walked on past the armory, item shop, and the inn. Still, no one was to
be found. After about ten minutes of walking, the Castle came into sight. The entire castle was
pitch black except for one light, at the very top of the west tower.
Ron looked at Rohane for instructions on what do next.
"Well," Rohane said, "We could go inside the castle; but if it's a trap, then we're done
for. Another option would be to go back and wait outside the city."
"Well I'm not waiting." Ron said. "I don't want everything that I've trained for to be wasted.
However, if it is a trap..." Ron said, furrowing his brow. "Oh, I don't know!"
"Lets just go in," Rohane suggested, "If there's any sign of a trap, we will leave
Nodding, Ron followed Rohane up the castle steps and across the drawbridge. Once inside,
Rohane had to light a torch, because of the complete darkness. Slowly but surely, they made
their way through the castle and up to the entrance of the tower. Ron and Rohane looked at
each other, then opened the door and walked up the winding steps to find....
Date: 16 April
...The missing members! However, they didn't move; all three of them just stood there,
side-by-side. Their eyes were blank and emotionless, staring into the very heart of Ron
However, it seemed that only Ron had noticed this oddity. Rohane, at the sight of his
fellow companions, rushed towards them without any sense of the mystery that
lay in the air.
They finally moved from their statuesque positions. As swift as lightning they leapt on
Rohane, forcing him to drop his sword and insuring that he could not retrieve it.
Ron could only stare at them. What were they doing? His instincts urged him to attack
the trio and help Rohane, but that was when a dark shadow appeared. When the figure finally
stepped into the light, Ron noticed it was King Terask! This time, though, it wasn't
his annoying sister dressed up in a costume... it was the real deal.
"I knew you were up to no good, Rohane." the cold voice announced. His "friends" had now
forced the struggling Rohane into a bowing position, while King Terask continued with his
speech. "The plan was simple: just gather up your friends, and you would come running to
save them. Hahah... weak mortal emotions!" His cackle-like roar echoed off into the corridors
with a taunting edge to it.
He seemed oblivious to the fact that Ron was right there. The Gelert silently crept up
behind him and withdrew his blade, the one that had been given to him as a gift.
Hearing the sound, Terask turned around, then chuckled to himself. "Rohane, you bring a
puppy to me?" he asked, "Why, how considerate of you... I think I shall take his hide
and hang it up in the throne room."
Ron knew he couldn't defeat the fiend himself. Although he was Rohane's equal in levels,
he was simply incapable of matching Rohane in other fields, such as abilities, skill,
and a lifetime of
experience. If there were one person to stop this, it'd be him. Thinking quickly, Ron
threw the blade at Rohane in a quick motion. King Terask looked upon this act in confusion,
causing his control over Mipsy and the others to weaken for just a split second. The
second was enough for Rohane. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed aside his captives
and grabbed the blade. Within one moment, he was on the evil King Terask! Everything
went white as Rohane drove the steel blade into his nemesis...
...Ron awoke to find himself in front of the video screen. Was that all a dream?
It couldn't be! Looking at the screen, he saw Rohane and his three friends as they
smiled and waved to him. Ron smiled back, and had nearly waved to the screen, when his sister burst into
the room. "Hey Ron, sorry I--oh hey, did you beat it?" she asked, pointing to the waving
characters. "That's a pretty good ending."
Ron smiled. "Yes, I think it was."
Date: 16 April
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