My name is Buttstallion. In recent weeks, I have managed to escape the world of Pandora and flee to Erenor, in the server Kyrios, and on the continent of Nuia. In my phase warp to Erenor, I have found my hooves turned to hands, my face squashed, and my diamond skin turned pink and fleshy. Two tips protrude from my ears, and I have managed to blend in with the local wildlife the natives here call ‘Elves’. I will spare you the details of my growth process in this new world, but suffice to say, if I were to rate my progress at the time of this adventure, it would be 45/50.
Early in my explorations of this new land, I came across some very helpful people hailing from the Blue Salt Brotherhood. In acts of great generosity, they taught me how to use my new hands to plant seeds, how to shave the wool from a sheep. I was lavished with knowledge in how to keep a farm. Maintaining a farm, however, has costs attached, and soon I found myself in need of resources from the dreaded continent of Haranya. This would require lavish numbers of narcissus flowers and medicinal powder to make Dewstone Distilled Liquor, a unique commodity of the Nuian peoples in Dewstone.
My first attempt was an abysmal failure. After borrowing a boat from a fellow adventurer, a group of four of us fell right into the lap of a gang of pirates, and our goods were ransacked and stolen. At that moment, I knew I couldn’t rely on anyone else to complete my mission. Our path had been brazen and obvious. It was inevitable that we would walk right into a trap. Upon realizing the futility of brute force, I decided that stealth must be my best option. Using my newfound knowledge, I chartered a rowboat and slowly made my way through the ocean, weaving between little outcroppings of rocks and occasionally abandoning my boat to hide under the surface of the water. My progress was good, if slow, and my goal was in sight: the Docks of Austera. Without warning, disaster struck.
The first harbinger of my doom took the form of a giant Jellyfish. Upon seeing me in my little craft, it gave a mighty roar (which I had no idea jellyfish could do) and proceeded to bombard my meagre ship with deadly spines. In panic, I immediately bailed and left my poor ship to the mercy of the Jelly. That didn’t go as expected. With great reluctance, I carried on swimming, a single tear falling down my cheek in grief for dear Boaty. The mission must be completed at all costs.
Leaving the grisly scene of my rowboat’s evisceration, I carried on, my eyes never left my goal. The lighthouse of Austera shone like a brilliant beacon, beckoning me ever closer. This proved to be a fatal mistake. From behind, an enemy vessel sped straight for me. I immediately dived into the ocean, hoping the waves would mask my presence. It was too late, I had already been spotted and the clipper made a quick adjustment in course, bee lining straight for me. In a matter of seconds, I was brutally shot down by a large crew of the Haranian scum. Laughing, they left my bloodied corpse to float in the ocean for the fishes.
Silence took me, and suddenly light! My bleary eyes opened, a statue of Nui happened to be on a nearby Island. I crossed my fingers and set out into the ocean again, steeling myself for the long swim. In the distance, I saw a familiar floating figure. It was my boat! I can only surmise that the Jellyfish tired of his unresponsive prey and looked elsewhere for its food. Gleefully reunited with my boat, I felt a surge of hope rush from my chest. I had to look for my trade pack.
Returning to the site of my death, I found no evidence of a trade pack floating on the surface. I kept my eyes peeled, however, and spotted a familiar white dot on the ocean floor. My trade pack! It had sank to the bottom of the ocean, nestled between some coral and seaweed. Excited, I swam down to retrieve it, almost drowning in the process, but I could not stop to rest, the mission still needed completing. Paranoia set in. I immediately unsummoned my boat, and just in time. Not one, but TWO enemy clippers appeared on the horizon, pursuing an unlucky Nuian. As I dipped below the water, I made a quick prayer for his safety and continued on beneath the waves, only coming up occasionally for air. After narrowly dodging another 2 Haranian clippers, I was finally there, the docks of Austera!
There were still problems, however. While I could see my destination right in front of me, it was completely swarmed with Haranians. A merchant ship had just arrived laden with trade goods and a Haranian guild was patrolling the area, looking for someone to pick a fight. Inspired by a stroke of genius, I summoned my donkey, Eeyore. Pushing him above water, I ordered him to stay in place while I moved into position. My ploy worked! 3 Haranians jumped into the water to investigate, while a small group gathered on the edge of the dock to see what the commotion was about. Meanwhile, I had snuck around the back side of the dock and managed to quickly sell my liquor to the trader and escape up the lighthouse to relative safety. Thoroughly excited, began to dance in joy, my mission was finally complete. After a minute of dancing and celebration (including a quick firework), I recalled out of there, back to Liliyut Hills and the Blue Salt Brotherhood.
For my efforts, I was awarded a large farm and some tax certificates. I walked into some random dude’s house and sat down, awaiting my payment.
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This is my first time trying something like this, so be gentle