by Adam Drake
This was an item based quest. I needed the Lost Banner to take to the final quest giver to get the reward. But Amara hadn't bothered to do the quest herself, she wanted to steal the final item and claim the quest reward for herself, without doing any of the work.
Then it hit me.
“You resurrected me so I'd open the sealed door!” I said, almost shouting.
Amara laughed, like a witch's cackle. “You dumb FILTERED. Now you figured it out. Well done, FILTERED.”
She certainly had a potty mouth, and the more we kicked at each other and tried to wrestle the banner free, the more likely I was going to start swearing, too.
For several moments we kicked at one another, and Amara would punctuate each one with a filtered curse.
This was ridiculous. The moment either one of us let go of the banner, the game would assign it to the other.
What could I do? Wait until one of us had kicked the other to death?
Turned out I did not have to come up with a solution. As chance would have it, the solution presented itself.
The cavern suddenly brightened, and a large figure materialized next to us.
Both Amara and I paused in our kickfest to look in amazement at the new arrival.
A dwarf stood next to the banner, frowning at us. He was clad in heavy white armor. A voluminous red beard hung down to his waist where twin hand axes were tucked into his belt.
Although surprised at his appearance, it was the name above his head which caused me to gasp in surprise.
Y'Godda the Warrior King (Spirit)
“Oh, FILTERED,” said Amara.
Y'Godda's frown deepened. “What do we have here?” he said, his baritone voice echoing around the chamber. “Two adventurers are trying to claim my banner? Yet, only one may have such an honor.”
He looked between us. “Who shall it be?”
Not realizing the spirit was asking rhetorically, Amara blurted out an answer. “Me! It's me that should have it. The honor should be mine.”
Y'Godda turned to fix his ghostly eyes on me.
Figuring he wanted an answer, I said, “I have been seeking your banner for a long time, sire. The quest has been difficult and fraught with peril. It was by my hand that the magical seal on the door to this place opened. Only the rightful quester could do that.” I swallowed hard when he didn't immediately respond. “The banner is mine by right.” I finished.
Y'Godda's eyes bounced between the two of us in contemplation.
Come on! I wanted to shout. This is my quest, so this is my quest item!
I scowled at Amara who sneered at me in turn.
Finally, Y'Godda spoke. “There is only one rightful owner to this banner.”
Oh, thank the gaming gods, I thought. He was going to let me have it.
The spirit said, “This banner was meant to rally my troops during times of great strife, and it served me well.”
Until it got him killed, I thought. According to gaming lore Y'Godda overextended his troops and was overrun by some troll army. Not that I was going to point this out to him now.
“It was meant to be used in war,” he said.
Uh-oh, I thought.
“And therefore, can only be claimed in battle,” he continued.
Double uh-oh.
He raised his hands and grinned at us. “If you both wish to make a claim for my banner, then there is only one way you can earn it.”
The light in the cavern brightened, and Y'godda seemed to grow in size with his proclamation.
“You both must go to the Battle Field!”
The brightness grew until the world around me became a white void. Things were about to change, and in a big way.
“Oh, FILTERED,” I said.
CHAPTER TWO
My view-screen went completely white.
As I waited impatiently my thoughts went to Amara and what she had done. My anger toward her grew. She had used me to try to obtain the banner. Had she been stalking me, shadowing me while I worked my way through the quest chain?
Or maybe it was as simple as her waiting outside the sealed cavern until someone came along who had the ability to open it.
Regardless. Now, because of her, my chance to complete the quest had been delayed, if not outright stolen. Whatever was in store for me, I had to win. I couldn't let that thieving elf get the better of me.
A system message appeared before my vision.
Entering Battle Field.
I grimaced with disappointment. Battle Fields were not my favorite activity in the game. In fact, up until now, I'd never once ventured into one. Delving into the role-playing aspect of this universe was why I played, not for war games.
The message continued.
Objective: Retrieve your opponent's banner and bring it to the Battle Field's center platform. The first player to keep their opponent's banner on the platform for five continuous minutes wins.
Note: Only players can take or return a banner.
Use resources to build a base to defend your banner. Assemble offensive units to help you capture the opponent's banner.
A feeling of dread washed over my like ice water. This was something I didn't have any experience with, commanding armies or defending bases. I'd gone through my entire game playing existence as a solo player. Participating in group quests, sure. But actually commanding, or strategizing? Not my style.
This didn't look good for my prospects of winning. How much experience did Amara have with these?
If units are eliminated, they can be replaced if you have the resources to do so. If you die, your avatar will be resurrected at your crypt.
That, at least, was good news and an aspect of the Battle Fields I was aware of. Upon death, you did not get sent to the newbie zone at level one. You could continue on until the battle was finally finished.
A line up of humanoids appeared before me.
Choose the race of your army. Each race has advantages and disadvantages, so choose wisely.
Choose wisely? I thought. I don't even know what I'm doing!
Sighing, I called up the information on the first race, a troll.
Tall, green and with long gangly limbs, it certainly wasn't pretty. But was it a good Battle race?
Race: Troll
Hit Points: 100
Speed: 25
Racial Notes: +10% speed when using mounts. Takes +15% additional damage from fire attacks.
Worker Notes: +5% to stone gathering.
Defensive Notes: None.
Attack Notes: +10% damage when using spears.
I'll be honest, I didn't quite know what to think of this information. These statistics were an extremely simplified version of what you would see in the gaming universe, itself. But here, in the Battle Fields, many stats were missing, like Intelligence or Strength. Which was fine. These weren't the same kind of Non-Player Characters you would normally find. These were pawns in a game of violent chess. It wasn't the tiny details which would make or break them it was how they were used overall.
I pulled up the Ogre figure. Tall, wide and brutish, it looked like something I would not want to face while questing, let alone on a battlefield.
Race: Ogre
Hit Points: 150
Speed: 10
Racial Notes: +15% damage in melee combat. Cannot use mounts of any kind. +15% damage taken by fire attacks.
Worker Notes: +10% to stone gathering.
Defensive Notes: +5% damage when close to a Unit Leader.
Attack notes: +20% damage to walls or other base structures.
Wow. Ogres, with their bonuses made them the tanks of the battle ground. But their lack of speed, coupled with no mounted units - which meant no cavalry - sucked big time.
Next was the Goblin race, who looked like a smaller version of the troll, only slightly less hideous.
Race: Goblin
Hit Points: 85
Speed: 25
Racial Notes: +10% damage bonus when using spears. +15% chance to avoid a
rrow attacks. +20% damage taken against fire.
Worker Notes: -5% to stone & wood gathering.
Defensive Notes: +10% to morale when near another army unit.
Attacking Notes: +15% speed when using mounts. +5% accuracy with archer ability.
Small, fast, but with crappy hit points. The hit to the resource gathering was glaring. From what little I knew of Battle Fields, this game was about resources. The more you had the better your ability to create defenses and units.
I scratched Goblins of my list.
Next was the elf. Thin to the point of being reed-like, it had long flowing hair and stared pensively into the distance.
Race: Elf
Hit Points: 100
Speed: 25
Racial Notes: +15% accuracy, +15% speed when using mounts.
Worker Notes: +10% to wood gathering.
Defensive Notes: +20% morale when defending the banner. +10% chance to avoid arrow attacks. Cannot use heavy armor.
Attacking Notes: +15% to accuracy when near a forest tile. +10% damage with archery. Cannot use heavy weapons.
Light-footed and good with bows. Not surprising. The wood gathering bonus was nice, but the lack of any heavy armored units was a let down.
The last selection was Human.
Race: Human
Hit Points: 100
Speed: 20
Racial Notes: +10% damage bonus when using bows. +5 morale boost when near a Unit Leader.
Worker Notes: +10% to stone gathering. +10% to wood gathering.
Defensive Notes: +10% morale when defending the banner.
Attacking Notes: +5% to melee damage. +5% Hit Points to structures. +10% damage taken when attacked by fire.
Perhaps because my avatar was human, I liked what I saw. The bonus to melee damage and structures looked great. But what really got my attention was the advantages with resources gathering.
If I was going to flail around trying to learn how to command an army, I needed all the resources I could get (and potentially squander).
Selecting Human was a no-brainer for me.
Race selected.
I wondered which Amara had chosen.
Then it asked:
If you would like to send a message to your opponent, do so now.
Huh, I didn't quite know what to say that didn't involve cursing, so I just sent: That banner is mine!
Yeah, lame, I know.
Amara responded with: Eat FILTERED, you FILTERing FILTERED!
Charming.
Then my view-screen cleared again, the line of races vanishing. A message appeared which made my heart race with anticipation.
Prepare For Battle!
CHAPTER THREE
You Have Entered The Battle Field.
The white void which enveloped me dissolved into a picturesque landscape.
I stood on a grassy plain. The blue sky above was dotted with white puffy clouds. A breeze tugged at my cloak. This was no longer the cavern.
The plain which stretched off in all directions, was encompassed by a forest, thickly packed with trees almost resembling a green wall. Beyond, on all sides, were high vaulted cliffs.
The only direction that did not have these imposing cliffs was north. At first glance it appeared the forest thinned out to the northeast and northwest.
There was another aspect I took immediate note of.
I was completely alone. No army, no buildings, no base, no anything. It would appear I would be starting from scratch.
It was then I noticed I held a wooden pole which was topped with a flowing banner. It looked identical to the Lost War Banner of Y'Godda, only its color was red.
I looked at my cloak and leather armor. They, too, were the same deep red coloring.
Guess I'm team red, I thought, glancing around with confusion. But what do I do now? And where was Amara?
As if sensing my thoughts, the game brought up a small rectangular map which appeared at the top right of my view-screen. Near its bottom, surrounded by a mass of dark trees was a tiny red icon.
Me.
Okay. This was the map of the Battle Field. I was at the south end so I could assume Amara was standing, holding a banner, at its top northern end.
A system message appeared.
Amara Frostwalker has placed her banner.
I frowned up at mine. Where to put it?
I gave the map another look. If Amara was going to be attacking from the north, then I needed to keep as far back to the south as I could get.
The southern part of the plain ended at the tree line forming a natural cul de sac. I'd set up at the back and work from there.
I jogged south about a hundred paces feeling like I was just wasting time, now that Amara had begun building the apparatus which would potentially bring about my destruction.
Now, now, I admonished myself. An able commander must always be optimistic. No one else would be.
I stopped about thirty paces from the trees and gave my domain the once over. Seemed as good a place as any.
Gripped firmly in both hands, I brought the end of the banner's wooden pole down into the ground.
Instantly the earth boiled, forcing me to stumble backward.
From the roiling earth emerged skeletons.
My sword appeared in my hand as I looked at these undead apparitions with alarm.
Almost a dozen of the things forced their way up out of the ground, but none gave me the slightest bit of attention. Crawling over one another they each reached forward with a hand and grasped the banner's pole.
Then they all went still.
I blinked at this strange sight. In a macabre form of an altar, the skeletons had created the base from which my red banner fluttered.
Then a large shaft of light fell upon the banner and its grotesque keepers. The light formed a column that reached up into the sky, shifting like a curtain and glowing brightly.
I stepped back, head craned up to look at this bright column. Like a spotlight. Then a thought hit me.
I spun around and looked north.
There, far in the distance, well beyond the trees, like a golden thread but still noticeable, was another column of light that stretched up into the sky.
The location of Amara's banner.
Be seeing you soon, I thought.
A new icon shaped like a shield flashed at the left of my view-screen. Selecting it brought up a menu with various selections.
Command Menu:
Build Keep: 1,000 gold, 300 stone, 150 wood (upgradeable)
Other Buildings: (Keep required)
Build Woodyard: 200 gold, 100 wood
Build Quarry: 200 gold, 150 wood
Build Goldmine: 200 gold, 150 wood
Build Barracks: 350 gold, 200 wood
Upgrade Keep: 3,500 gold, 1000 stone, 600 wood.
I frowned at my selection. Was I to use my own gold to make the initial purchases? That didn't make sense, but no one said this game had to be fair, either.
A loud clinking of metal drew my attention back to the banner's skeletal altar. A large sack was held up by a pair of bony hands.
Okay, then. I approached to find the sack was partially open. Gold coins glittered within. My start up fund.
When I grabbed the sack, it vanished, and the hands holding it curled into fists. Suddenly, a status line appeared at the top of my view screen.
Gold x 2,000 – Stone x 0 – Wood x 0
Sweet, I thought. The keep was needed to start this party, but I lacked the wood and stone resources. I looked to the nearby tree line. Hacking at the trees with my sword didn't seem plausible. Then I noticed there were other items being held by the skeletal hands of the banner's altar.
One grasped a thick tree branch. Another held a large stone as if ready to throw it.
With some hesitation I took the branch, and the hand curled into a fist. The branch dissolved into a thousand moths that fluttered away in the breeze.
My status line updated.
Gold
x 2,000 – Stone x 0 – Wood x 500
Next, I snatched the stone out of the other hand's grasp, but as it curled into a fist, its middle finger remained pointed upward.
Same to you buddy, I thought.
The stone cracked like an egg in my hand, and dozens of little gray lizards squirmed out to fall to the ground. They quickly buried themselves into the dirt and were gone.
