Prospit and Derse, the two largest kingdoms in the realm Alternia, are at war. The Prince of Derse, Prince Eridan, has gone mad with power and started a killing spree. The Princes of Prospit, Prince Kurloz and Human Prince Dirk, are in danger. Princ...
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John felt ungodly uncomfortable in these new loose light armor clothes. He carried his weapon over his shoulder. It was the Warhammer of Zillyhoo. It was the hammer that slayed thousands of imps that threatened the Land of Alternia and the Prospit Prince's enemies. Sadly, he would probably be killed if he tried to meet the Prince's again. Prince Kurloz was known for killing traitors even if they tried to do good. Human Prince Dirk was a bit calmer, but still crazy.
"Joooooooohn! We are wasting daylight! The Thief of Light has 8etter things to do then gru8sit, or 8a8ysit as you humans call it, a human!".
Vriska was wearing a lighter version of cerulean and black thief's clothes, both lighter in color and armor weight. It was a short sleeved this time, revealing her metal arm. Her original arm was blown off by a legendary Magic Cue Ball, a white ball that had dangerously powerful power of prediction. It was always very very precision. It was said to be cursed by one of Vriska's many rivals. But it was said who.
"and why are we near the Lobaf Plains?" John asked, looking at the rare pink Lobaf grass. It had the odd shape and texture of a brain, and looked like one too. The sky was a dark gray and red, making it look like red human blood and gray troll skin. Vriska, confident and determined, walked down a messy pink grass path without a care in the world.
Well, she never did have a care in the world for one week.
After leaving the Middle City of Prospit, Vriska and John traveled across secret areas only thieves and rouges knew about. They (meaning only really John) fought imps, small black skinned demon-like creatures with weird clown-like costumes, and many other dangerous beasts. Vriska watched by, mumbling a tune about spiders and level gaining.
But she never had to worry. Vriska had gained all the levels. All of them.
"so, why are we here in this... Dreadful.... Place?" The human Heir asked.
The troll stopped walking and glanced over the treeline. "Any moment now."
"Vriska-:" John stepped closer to Vriska. "What are you-"
A loud explosion boomed across the Labof Plains. Fire quickly spread, making the sky look creepier then it should. John screamed for a second, then watched as Vriska sigh angrily.
"Really? NOW! We were soooooooo close to get to talk to him without a fight!"
John, shaking slightly, asked. "What do you mean... 'Him'?"
Before his gray skinned friend could answer, another explosion followed by a loud squeal. John took his hammer in both hands and started running. The hammer had a blue and yellow swirl grip with a red, pink, and blue swirl at the top of it. The hammer had a blue square for the front with smaller red and green blocks behind that. A yellow block with a massive 'Z' held the blocks in front of it together, it also had a green, red, and pink spike at the top of it. A rainbow came out of the 'Z' block with a tiny star poking out front the side. At the end of the rainbow, a pink ball with a smile on it floated there. This was John's most powerful weapon yet, and he refused to let it fail him.
