Story update - Day 2:
Awaiting direction from his forum Gods, Eyeconic arose from the previous night's slumber, fresh and ready to resume his fledgling adventure. With the impending threat of his sturdy resolution buff fading, he cautiously approached the nearby Kobold encampment. One Kobold turned into a dozen, and his experience increased alongside his infamy as a minor annoyance to the Kobold community. Then it happened, his worst fear coming true before his very eyes: his resolution, the source of his courage and strength, began to flicker. Without this boon he knew a different fate was in store; no longer would he menace these furry mongrels plaguing his beloved Steamfont Mountains. He would be relegated to a life nearly equivalent to that of a janitor. Culling the least threatening nuisances of the valley: spiderlings, decaying skeletons, and large rats. This would be a devasting step back for our intrepid hero, until...
A gentle voice, as quiet as the wind brushing through a patch of leaves, called out in a whisper. "Assist this young druid, my ward, Azelf, in his quest bring battle the Kobolds of Faydwer. Do this for me, and you shall be rewarded." Bewildered, he discovered a season Ranger, Carguk, calling out as he blended into the foliage with the skill only found in a seasoned protector of nature. Eyeconic readily accepted this enticing offer, and was suddenly surrounded by spells provided by mother Norrath herself. His skin, harded like the elements. His feet, suddenly as fast as the the swiftest wolf. Prickly thorns sprung up all around him; harmless to his touch, but deadly to his foes.
Eyeconic and Azelf tore through the Kobold's camps as if they were a force of nature. The tortured howls of the Kobold women and children permeated the air, as they grieved for the loss of their tribe's warriors, the ground filthy with blood and fur. The levels flew by, and to his delight and surprise, another mysterious voice rang out, barely discernable above the raucous noise of battle. "I've heard tell of your quest, young Eyeconic. The Gods speak of it in the hallowed halls of the 'dot com'. I have answered your call for aid." Lakemist, a druid of great power, suddenly appeared beside him. His blessings now doubled, with a shield of thorns upon him that would rival the sharpest Kobold blades, Eyeconic and Azelf reduced the once proud and dealy Kobold encampment to a mere footnote in the annals of Norrath's rich history.
Now, a more capable level six rogue, Eyeconic makes his way through the forests of Faydark and into the Butcherblock Mountains. His Gods call upon him to make the long voyage to the contintent of Odus, and continue his vendetta against the Kobolds in their distant home: The Warrens. Will his growing skill in the abilities of hiding and sneaking be enough to see him through safely? Will other mysterious benefactors grace him with the tools to conquer his foes? Will the untold dangers of Kithicor, Highpass, and the Karanas deliver his first taste of mortality? Tune in for the next update!
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