JadeKnight
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The MMORPG Swords and Sorcery had been a fairly successful running online game for the nearly twenty years that it had been going. There was one player who had been with the game from it's first announcement, closed Beta, open Beta and all the way till the last day when the servers shut down for good.
Jacob Rilley was 67 years old by the last day of the RPG and he had loved every moments of it. When he started, he had been lucky that he was an empty nester as both of his children has left the house two years before the game came out. His wife was a little skeptical about how much time he spent playing the game, but he was able to balance out life outside of the game with life inside the game. He had prided himself on becoming a completionist within the game, finishing every quest that came along, collecting and obtaining every single legendary and unique items within the game, maxing out his single character, every mount, and doing everything else that had been possible within the game. He had even gotten a few more unique items from the developers for his devotion to the game.
The final party with his guild went great for everyone. Though they were sad to be leaving, they had made promises to try and stay in contact with each other after the game, or possibly finding another game they could get together in. By the time the last few minutes were down to the shutoff time, Jacob was the last one left at the guild hall. He had decided to just wait things out till the very last second, mostly just to revel in the accomplishments he had done. They were just virtual, but they meant a lot to him. Time and devotion to many wonderful memories.
While he was sitting at his computer, a strange storm was beginning to brew outside. The sky had turned pitch black, even though it was the middle of the day. Red lightening danced across the sky, but didn't strike anywhere. Nothing seemed to be happening until the last few seconds of the server shutdown timer. It was the very last second when a bold of red lightning struck Jacob's house. Normally the surge protector would protect against such strikes, but not this time. Lighting trailed through the computer before arching out of the computer screen, striking the old man. He screamed at the intense pain for a few seconds before he was suddenly gone.
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One of the few temples which had been used by the Cult of the ALL Seeing Eye was located in the rarely traveled Bagoda Swamp in the Eastern Providence of Algonia. They were a major cult that was prolific throughout the land, mostly due trying to bring Chaos back to a world that had been at peace for a couple of thousand years now. It was the same old story of evil wanting to rule in place of evil. At this particular temple, a handful of members were trying to summon the Great Demon Lord Azarel, the symbol of their cult. This wasn't the first time such a thing had been tried, no just the latest in a series of failed summonings. Azarel was the strongest demon known that they felt could accomplish their goals. Wiping everything good from the world and all living creatures was what the demon was best at, but also a downfall since he hated all creatures. It was a fool hardy attempt, but they felt they could control him to do their bidding.
In the lowest and largest area of the temple, a completed summoning circle was created. Everything was carefully checked and re-checked by the ten members before they began the ritual. After a few moments of chanting, a large bellowing cloud of black smoke filled the inside of the circle before slowly dissipating. Two figures were seen within the circle, that of The Great Demon Lord Azarel standing nearly fifteen feet tall and a smaller figure. This figure was Jacob as he had appeared within Swords and Sorcery. Azarel roared with anger as he looked to the circle of cults while Jacob stood there stunned at what had happened. The Demon turned towards the nearest cultist, trying to throw a fireball at him. The fireball disapated as it hit the edge of the barrier. It took a few moments before the members noticed Jacob, yelling for their Demon Lord to kill the intruder.
"I am not yours to command!"
Still, the demon lord was looking for someone to take his anger out on and Jacob was the only one he seemed to be able to get to. The demon turned towards Jacob, who was still trying to figure out exactly what had happened since he had been staring at his computer a few seconds before. It was the heat of a failed fireball attack on him that snapped him out of the daze.
"What in the world? Did you just try to attack me?"
Running on adrenaline now, his mind focused solely on the large demon before him. Something in the back of his mind told him that he had faced such creatures and won in the past. Having no idea what was going on, he acted mostly on instinct. He lifted up his left hand, throwing a pair of small orbs at the large demon. Nothing seemed to happen as the two small orbs sunk into the demon at his chest and the middle of his neck. The demon laughed evily for a moment.
"What was--"
The demon's words were cut off as two large balls of fire exploded from within him, chunks of burnt limbs, flesh, organs, and blood flew everywhere. Jacob was coating in the blood as several of the cult members yelled in anger before raising ceremonial knifes into the air. Five of them raced into the circle, breaking the seal. Jacob raised his hands on reflex, blue lightning arcing towards the nearest one. After that one screamed in pain as he was fried from the inside and collapsed to the ground in a pile of blackened robes, it jumped to the next one in line. All ten were fried to a crisp and dead. Jacob sank to his knees, blinking as he looked around at the dark and strange room.
"What the hell just happened?"
Jacob Rilley was 67 years old by the last day of the RPG and he had loved every moments of it. When he started, he had been lucky that he was an empty nester as both of his children has left the house two years before the game came out. His wife was a little skeptical about how much time he spent playing the game, but he was able to balance out life outside of the game with life inside the game. He had prided himself on becoming a completionist within the game, finishing every quest that came along, collecting and obtaining every single legendary and unique items within the game, maxing out his single character, every mount, and doing everything else that had been possible within the game. He had even gotten a few more unique items from the developers for his devotion to the game.
The final party with his guild went great for everyone. Though they were sad to be leaving, they had made promises to try and stay in contact with each other after the game, or possibly finding another game they could get together in. By the time the last few minutes were down to the shutoff time, Jacob was the last one left at the guild hall. He had decided to just wait things out till the very last second, mostly just to revel in the accomplishments he had done. They were just virtual, but they meant a lot to him. Time and devotion to many wonderful memories.
While he was sitting at his computer, a strange storm was beginning to brew outside. The sky had turned pitch black, even though it was the middle of the day. Red lightening danced across the sky, but didn't strike anywhere. Nothing seemed to be happening until the last few seconds of the server shutdown timer. It was the very last second when a bold of red lightning struck Jacob's house. Normally the surge protector would protect against such strikes, but not this time. Lighting trailed through the computer before arching out of the computer screen, striking the old man. He screamed at the intense pain for a few seconds before he was suddenly gone.
-----
One of the few temples which had been used by the Cult of the ALL Seeing Eye was located in the rarely traveled Bagoda Swamp in the Eastern Providence of Algonia. They were a major cult that was prolific throughout the land, mostly due trying to bring Chaos back to a world that had been at peace for a couple of thousand years now. It was the same old story of evil wanting to rule in place of evil. At this particular temple, a handful of members were trying to summon the Great Demon Lord Azarel, the symbol of their cult. This wasn't the first time such a thing had been tried, no just the latest in a series of failed summonings. Azarel was the strongest demon known that they felt could accomplish their goals. Wiping everything good from the world and all living creatures was what the demon was best at, but also a downfall since he hated all creatures. It was a fool hardy attempt, but they felt they could control him to do their bidding.
In the lowest and largest area of the temple, a completed summoning circle was created. Everything was carefully checked and re-checked by the ten members before they began the ritual. After a few moments of chanting, a large bellowing cloud of black smoke filled the inside of the circle before slowly dissipating. Two figures were seen within the circle, that of The Great Demon Lord Azarel standing nearly fifteen feet tall and a smaller figure. This figure was Jacob as he had appeared within Swords and Sorcery. Azarel roared with anger as he looked to the circle of cults while Jacob stood there stunned at what had happened. The Demon turned towards the nearest cultist, trying to throw a fireball at him. The fireball disapated as it hit the edge of the barrier. It took a few moments before the members noticed Jacob, yelling for their Demon Lord to kill the intruder.
"I am not yours to command!"
Still, the demon lord was looking for someone to take his anger out on and Jacob was the only one he seemed to be able to get to. The demon turned towards Jacob, who was still trying to figure out exactly what had happened since he had been staring at his computer a few seconds before. It was the heat of a failed fireball attack on him that snapped him out of the daze.
"What in the world? Did you just try to attack me?"
Running on adrenaline now, his mind focused solely on the large demon before him. Something in the back of his mind told him that he had faced such creatures and won in the past. Having no idea what was going on, he acted mostly on instinct. He lifted up his left hand, throwing a pair of small orbs at the large demon. Nothing seemed to happen as the two small orbs sunk into the demon at his chest and the middle of his neck. The demon laughed evily for a moment.
"What was--"
The demon's words were cut off as two large balls of fire exploded from within him, chunks of burnt limbs, flesh, organs, and blood flew everywhere. Jacob was coating in the blood as several of the cult members yelled in anger before raising ceremonial knifes into the air. Five of them raced into the circle, breaking the seal. Jacob raised his hands on reflex, blue lightning arcing towards the nearest one. After that one screamed in pain as he was fried from the inside and collapsed to the ground in a pile of blackened robes, it jumped to the next one in line. All ten were fried to a crisp and dead. Jacob sank to his knees, blinking as he looked around at the dark and strange room.
"What the hell just happened?"