Novalis
08-13-2015, 07:22 PM
I step into the arena and everything is familiar. I've fought here many times before. Bigger, stronger, more powerful, overwhelming numbers. I've taken some defeats but my victories have been much more numerous and the glory far outweighs any shame. I've fought deadly ogres with treacherous hobgoblin & bugbear cornermen. Slain lone dragons released to feast on my bones. Minotaur armies that underestimated my prowess thinking I would be an easy stepping stone to the next prize. Wizards, sorcerers and other mages using every trick up their sleeve. That was always pleasing to me, because I had some of my own and their compatriots were dead before they hit the ground and the ones left standing were paralyzed by fear before they could gabble anymore diablerie.
This time the recurring dream feels different. There is a heaviness in the air & almost lifeless. The crowd in the stands is significantly smaller. As I await my opponent I steel myself up. No matter whom I face, it has always been done with honor. I then see men walking towards the gate entrance wearing strange and disgustingly clean and nearly identical clothing with the words TURBINE and the symbol WB. They make it clear they didn't want to even be near the common rabble. They had other work to do. Then they sent in their champion.
At first glance he looks like the swill bucket boy. Then he resembled something like a dwarven dretch half breed with skin so blinding white I almost thought someone spilled glitterdust. The only thing he was wearing was a glowing crown over his head, padded gloves that looked like the palps on a giant spider and a generous overhanging belly. At first many thought this was a mistake, a jest perhaps. Then the pod men come up to him with whispers through the cage in his ear and a permanent smile overcame his face.
The arena judge gives the signal joining battle and I step in. This champ struts in as if he's almost asking to get stabbed. I decide to end this mockery & make his end swift and as painless as possible. I shadow jaunt toward him & move in to attack only to find him behind me. But it appears I have remained in the same place. I am blasted with the weight of Khyber itself from out of nowhere and my opponent is smiling across the other side of the arena. Gravity seems more heavy as I'm moving like molasses in January. I attempt to move only to be frozen in the air as his blows find their mark. I know I can only stand 4 or 5 hits at most like this. But this wasn't coming from my opponent. Somehow the arena & the environment has been altered.
The champion saunters up to me and I unleash my deadly combo guaranteed to kill. I find it is as if someone stole my time and put it on a shelf as I hit nothing. I am then left to just swinging away and luckily I connect but only to find I am being overwhelmed effortlessly by this champion of the pod men. I steal away but for a moment to gather my resources and try giving myself another chance.
I grab my sacred healing tonic waiting for it's soothing effect to wash over me. It was as if time stood still as my flask was drunk dry by someone else and it brought nothing to me but hopelessness and mistrust. One more strike and I would be finished but this new enemy was back in his corner smiling surrounded by the cheers of the pod men. It seemed as if he wanted something else from me. As the magic flask filled I did something I never did before. I asked the gods to please allow this to give me enough strength, just a chance to know why this wretched end came to pass. **** the victory.
I swing out with familiar precision when I notice my arms fall to my side and it seemed the room is spinning around. But in reality it was me spinning around for no reason and unprompted. I was not in control of anything. The pod men behind the cage were not casting spells. They were not even cheering their champion by this time. They were busy counting astral shards and making banners reading "Come to the Latest Arena Expansion" I call out to my cornerman only to see him running off and getting torn apart in a blade trap. I try to ask the arena judge to explain to me what is happening. He says I must submit my issue in writing and I won't get an acknowledgement if it's considered or even read. I scream to the crowd and the peasants start asking me, "Did you take...?" "Do you have...?" "Why did you...? Then with no chance of resolution I decided to make one last stand.
I cast all my best defenses and summon my greatest offenses and make my charge. I strike and connect. He swings and I dodge. I'm actually doing damage on the champion when I unleash a trusted method of attack. He is blinded and dumbfounded, but then he turns his head with that face wide smile and comes over the top with a haymaker. How could this happen? I shadow jaunt away as he is still standing. I go to the center of the arena to gather myself and also to observe what had made this come to be. Then the champion rushes at me, and in an eyes twinkle, I am dashed to the ground never seeing what blow came nor from whence it came.
As I lift my face up from the dirt I'm slowly getting enough strength to pick myself up again. He could kill me with a mere thought it seemed. But no, he had something else in mind. I just have to wait for it. "How did you do all this?" I asked.
He chuckles. "Just like your fortification, I ignore alot of other things." I'm down for good and the champion saunters up and says "Get up..."
I attempt to get up and I'm driven to the ground again. "Stay down!"
He then stands over me stretching out his hand & says out of his smile "OK, you can get up."
I feel the air to see if anything is waiting for me. Just as I'm about to put a foot down my face again hits the ground. "STAY DOWN!"
The deck was stacked. Was the dice loaded? Like a nightmare, the harder I swung the slower I would be and the harder my enemy would hit me. This was it. "I GIVE UP."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OK OK... It's over, truly now you can get up."
"Before I possibly make a fool of myself once again with the false hopes and your false pretenses, just tell me what this really is..."
The smile melted away from the champions' face into a smug grin gloating over me, and with a magical sneer he spewed...
"I'm the NEW DDO. I will break you, rend your efforts worthless, turn your precious gear to garbage, take your previous experiences just to make them hollow, your entire world is now upside down and inside out, and you will STILL be happy to pay for it...." Then he picked me up, brushed me off, gave me a pat on the back and said "Oh by the way, on your way out be sure to buy our stuff that you will need for the rematch when you come back!"
"Come back!? Rematch...?" I say back. "Does that mean the arena will be fixed & back to the same way it was before so everything is functioning equitably and properly work as intended?"
"OoOOHHHHhhh @#$% NO!!!!!" Bellows the champion shaking his head. "Of course it will be the same rules & environment. Except you get to be "stronger".... He says smiling his biggest smile as he barely spits out past his lips "And you have to pay for this service." as the pod men gather behind, joining him in deep laughter.
At this point it's time to wake up.
This time the recurring dream feels different. There is a heaviness in the air & almost lifeless. The crowd in the stands is significantly smaller. As I await my opponent I steel myself up. No matter whom I face, it has always been done with honor. I then see men walking towards the gate entrance wearing strange and disgustingly clean and nearly identical clothing with the words TURBINE and the symbol WB. They make it clear they didn't want to even be near the common rabble. They had other work to do. Then they sent in their champion.
At first glance he looks like the swill bucket boy. Then he resembled something like a dwarven dretch half breed with skin so blinding white I almost thought someone spilled glitterdust. The only thing he was wearing was a glowing crown over his head, padded gloves that looked like the palps on a giant spider and a generous overhanging belly. At first many thought this was a mistake, a jest perhaps. Then the pod men come up to him with whispers through the cage in his ear and a permanent smile overcame his face.
The arena judge gives the signal joining battle and I step in. This champ struts in as if he's almost asking to get stabbed. I decide to end this mockery & make his end swift and as painless as possible. I shadow jaunt toward him & move in to attack only to find him behind me. But it appears I have remained in the same place. I am blasted with the weight of Khyber itself from out of nowhere and my opponent is smiling across the other side of the arena. Gravity seems more heavy as I'm moving like molasses in January. I attempt to move only to be frozen in the air as his blows find their mark. I know I can only stand 4 or 5 hits at most like this. But this wasn't coming from my opponent. Somehow the arena & the environment has been altered.
The champion saunters up to me and I unleash my deadly combo guaranteed to kill. I find it is as if someone stole my time and put it on a shelf as I hit nothing. I am then left to just swinging away and luckily I connect but only to find I am being overwhelmed effortlessly by this champion of the pod men. I steal away but for a moment to gather my resources and try giving myself another chance.
I grab my sacred healing tonic waiting for it's soothing effect to wash over me. It was as if time stood still as my flask was drunk dry by someone else and it brought nothing to me but hopelessness and mistrust. One more strike and I would be finished but this new enemy was back in his corner smiling surrounded by the cheers of the pod men. It seemed as if he wanted something else from me. As the magic flask filled I did something I never did before. I asked the gods to please allow this to give me enough strength, just a chance to know why this wretched end came to pass. **** the victory.
I swing out with familiar precision when I notice my arms fall to my side and it seemed the room is spinning around. But in reality it was me spinning around for no reason and unprompted. I was not in control of anything. The pod men behind the cage were not casting spells. They were not even cheering their champion by this time. They were busy counting astral shards and making banners reading "Come to the Latest Arena Expansion" I call out to my cornerman only to see him running off and getting torn apart in a blade trap. I try to ask the arena judge to explain to me what is happening. He says I must submit my issue in writing and I won't get an acknowledgement if it's considered or even read. I scream to the crowd and the peasants start asking me, "Did you take...?" "Do you have...?" "Why did you...? Then with no chance of resolution I decided to make one last stand.
I cast all my best defenses and summon my greatest offenses and make my charge. I strike and connect. He swings and I dodge. I'm actually doing damage on the champion when I unleash a trusted method of attack. He is blinded and dumbfounded, but then he turns his head with that face wide smile and comes over the top with a haymaker. How could this happen? I shadow jaunt away as he is still standing. I go to the center of the arena to gather myself and also to observe what had made this come to be. Then the champion rushes at me, and in an eyes twinkle, I am dashed to the ground never seeing what blow came nor from whence it came.
As I lift my face up from the dirt I'm slowly getting enough strength to pick myself up again. He could kill me with a mere thought it seemed. But no, he had something else in mind. I just have to wait for it. "How did you do all this?" I asked.
He chuckles. "Just like your fortification, I ignore alot of other things." I'm down for good and the champion saunters up and says "Get up..."
I attempt to get up and I'm driven to the ground again. "Stay down!"
He then stands over me stretching out his hand & says out of his smile "OK, you can get up."
I feel the air to see if anything is waiting for me. Just as I'm about to put a foot down my face again hits the ground. "STAY DOWN!"
The deck was stacked. Was the dice loaded? Like a nightmare, the harder I swung the slower I would be and the harder my enemy would hit me. This was it. "I GIVE UP."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OK OK... It's over, truly now you can get up."
"Before I possibly make a fool of myself once again with the false hopes and your false pretenses, just tell me what this really is..."
The smile melted away from the champions' face into a smug grin gloating over me, and with a magical sneer he spewed...
"I'm the NEW DDO. I will break you, rend your efforts worthless, turn your precious gear to garbage, take your previous experiences just to make them hollow, your entire world is now upside down and inside out, and you will STILL be happy to pay for it...." Then he picked me up, brushed me off, gave me a pat on the back and said "Oh by the way, on your way out be sure to buy our stuff that you will need for the rematch when you come back!"
"Come back!? Rematch...?" I say back. "Does that mean the arena will be fixed & back to the same way it was before so everything is functioning equitably and properly work as intended?"
"OoOOHHHHhhh @#$% NO!!!!!" Bellows the champion shaking his head. "Of course it will be the same rules & environment. Except you get to be "stronger".... He says smiling his biggest smile as he barely spits out past his lips "And you have to pay for this service." as the pod men gather behind, joining him in deep laughter.
At this point it's time to wake up.