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There was a new raid, one that was just released. It sounded, to most, like a fairly routine raid. A King had been involved in a years long war with a warring nation, a nation ruled by that King's own brother. The King of Ralo, Richard the Just, knew this war with his brother would be coming to an end. And it would be coming to an end by means of his own Kingdom being sacked. Richard the Just's brother, King Edward the Fearsome, wanted the lands of his Kingdom to expand his own. Peaceful resolutions were attempted, but never held.
The final assault was coming, and Richard the Just's defenses was in peril. And so the call goes out. The King sent out a decree-
"I am King Richard the Just of Ralo. I send out this edict in the hopes that any adventurer and warrior will answer my call. My Kingdom is under assault by mine own brother, King Edward the Fearsome of Nomae. And it will not be long until my people's defenses are broken and we are all victimized. We require your help, I humbly beg of you to aid us in this hour of greatest need. My brother will spare none of my people, and his armies will run rampant across all the lands if he succeeds here. Should any wish to take up this most desperate of causes, assemble 'pon the exterior checkpoints of Caste Ralo. Long live this Kingdom and the glory of her peoples."
Now not many of the higher tier players bothered with this particular quest. It, frankly, sounded rather generic. There were more 'exciting' quests out there, more popular ones. And this sort of thing was being done all of the time. There was always someone seeking some kind of prize from some kind of 'new' quest. Even if it was only the same sort of basic quest but in a new skin. But there was a player that was interested… and he was very charismatic. He had a rep of being a good leader, of being able to wrangle players together for a common goal. Even if that goal wasn't always fun. So on the forums and vlogs, MizartPizart9000 posted:
"WANTED! LFG addons! DPS x2 4 defense of Castle Ralo. Mobs = mech, zombies, mercs! Already have: Tanks x2 (Shield bearer, mechasuit); Healers x2 (White Mage, Field Medic); DPS x2 (Gunner, Brawler). Magic/tech. 2 Teams, divided assets. Loot drops = random. Contact me! Save the Kingdom!! ~~~~~~[email protected]"
So whomever would respond to this flag would be given directions on where to meet the group. A simple user room in the Sector known as Archaide.
The players he had already gathered would be meeting there, some of them logging out in the meeting area itself most of the time. The loot from this raid was a fairly big purse, and supposedly each party involved got an artifact from the King upon successful completion. It's this sort of thing Mizart loved. Not for himself as much as possibly helping others. He was that sort of person. Had all the good gear and loot, but was constantly helping others. Sometimes that's all he did when he would log on. The gathering area was a replication of an old hotel lobby, Victorian style. Butlers were always available to get whatever was needed by the 'guests', as well as a plethora of virtual magazines and newspapers. The 'print' of said articles always changing to reflect real life articles.
And now it was time for the final members of one of the 2 teams to meet. The Tank (Shield bearer), TainHazel. The DPS that had already answered the call (Heavy Axe Warrior), 20Ukshu. The Healer (White Mage)... Iria.
The final assault was coming, and Richard the Just's defenses was in peril. And so the call goes out. The King sent out a decree-
"I am King Richard the Just of Ralo. I send out this edict in the hopes that any adventurer and warrior will answer my call. My Kingdom is under assault by mine own brother, King Edward the Fearsome of Nomae. And it will not be long until my people's defenses are broken and we are all victimized. We require your help, I humbly beg of you to aid us in this hour of greatest need. My brother will spare none of my people, and his armies will run rampant across all the lands if he succeeds here. Should any wish to take up this most desperate of causes, assemble 'pon the exterior checkpoints of Caste Ralo. Long live this Kingdom and the glory of her peoples."
"WANTED! LFG addons! DPS x2 4 defense of Castle Ralo. Mobs = mech, zombies, mercs! Already have: Tanks x2 (Shield bearer, mechasuit); Healers x2 (White Mage, Field Medic); DPS x2 (Gunner, Brawler). Magic/tech. 2 Teams, divided assets. Loot drops = random. Contact me! Save the Kingdom!! ~~~~~~[email protected]"
So whomever would respond to this flag would be given directions on where to meet the group. A simple user room in the Sector known as Archaide.
And now it was time for the final members of one of the 2 teams to meet. The Tank (Shield bearer), TainHazel. The DPS that had already answered the call (Heavy Axe Warrior), 20Ukshu. The Healer (White Mage)... Iria.