**Prologue:Warhammer online was my first MMORPG I played.Needless to say I was a total noob at playing these types of games.Not only that but none of my irl friends played it.I was also kind of a lone wolf so you can imagine the experience you can have with all the qualities above.However something pushed me to play it.Probably the way some of the classes looked:all spiky and cool.Let me tell you now.
**Best moments:
1.My first character was a Blackguard.Name sounded cool,appearance was cool and I also read a story about them on the website(Cruel as ice,Cold as steel).So here I go on my low char questing and killing with my halberd.The tome recorded the total kills of npc you did and at one time when I felt that I stood to much in one place full of high elves I started reading some stuff in the tome for a break.I saw that in 2 hours of gameplay I killed over 300 high elves.Now some would say I just grinded like an idiot however I remember having such joy and happy engulfing my heart at the news that I continued to kill some more pompous fools with my halberd all night with a smile on my face.
2.Now my adventures with my blackguard ended when I found out it was an all out tank class and did not even compared to dps classes.And here Chaos drove me in choosing my next calling:a Chosen.(reader slapping himself on da face:"that is also a tank class you fool").The Chosen at the beginning of Warhammer was indeed considered a tank BUT he had an amazing damage output for a tank.(Yes you guessed it:RAVAGE.) not to mention the cool look it had.
So here I am running around in my nice armor with my hefty 2-handed AXE in hand (did I mention how much I LOVE axes?) after a little hairy **** that kept running away.(yes a dwarf).He enters a cave so what do I do?"Spill the blood of the enemy..chaos demands it..you are the instrument of HIS will,you are the steel edge that takes the souls for HIS hunger, you are CHOSEN." the little voice kept telling me in my mind.So I go after him.In my way I see him turning left at a crossroad in the tunnels so I turn left as well.There were 2 things that surprised me when on his tail:one was that I saw him going into a dead end, the other was that behind me a mob of order sycophants instead of my allies gathered trying to reach me.However I never once stopped and thought of what my end will be.The only thing that mattered was to send the soul of the little fcker to The Changer of Ways.And it was one of the most accomplished ending I ever gifted to someone..He tried in vain to run in circles for I was not a clicker and his dodge moves would not work on me.My axe bit in his soul and butchered his will until he no longer moved, silently watching my dark gaze upon him.I broke him along with his body and his soul was mine.My hunger was satisfied in that moment and I could not feel the white flames that engulfed me nor the broadswords that penetrated my armor for it is simply a shell.My purpose was done.My will had been imposed.And as I left the mortal realm I reached a place of darkness where I felt watched by infinite eyes and I waited for my gift.The Great Changer of Ways indeed saw my value and rewarded me with a Respawn.Now I continue on with my hefty axe beheading all that stay in my way and yet with all the pleasure I knew I brought to my master I felt as if I was being watched by a very different gaze as well.A gaze that provided me in combat with a flash of scenery full of corpses,red everywhere and rage filling my veins.I do not know why I receive this images since I know no other gods except the one I was taught of.Yet sometimes I question if my Master is the only one with such powers.
2. While in the Chaos Wastes I was feeling very depressed.My axe hung lose in my hand since I could not find anyone for him to kiss.I was all alone under the dark blue sky and thinking of how to reach my purpose when suddenly a figure appeared in the distance on a horse.I rushed to see if I found another servant of the Great One but instead I was rewarded with even more.Standing tall in his sadle with his head held high was a priest.His dark brown robe came across his armor beneath.He wore chains that binded his holy book and a large hammer.For several moments we gazed at each other from a distance.Then, slowly we started moving to one another until we felt our blood rising.In that moment we both drawed our weapons and proceeded on foot.We never stopped until we clashed.My armor withstood the heavy blows that came from him but I knew that it was not long until it would give way.At the same time my axe found his way pass his armor.I started hacking at his life force with grim determination.Some time passed and I realised that none of my blows affected him.All of the wounds I inflicted on him would simply heal.I knew that some devoted followers of the god king Sigmar had these abilties but nevertheless the wounds were gone to quickly.And then I realised when I saw it in his eyes:the faith within him was stronger than anything I ever met but there was something more as well;he outleveled me.For how many times was irrelevant since I heard that the ones capable of walking the same sands were almost a match to each other.When someone did not respected this they would be punished and turned into this delicious creature I always have at dinner called a chicken...feisty little thing that flees even from its own shadow.But he was not transformed and I was unable to defeat him.His blessing were too powerful and my will broke for the first time.Along with my will came my armor that eventually fell to the hard purpose of my enemy and his hammer.My bones were broken,shattered in multiple fragments including my legs.But my pride hurt even more.Never was I single handedly beaten like this in my entire existence (except when I refused to do homework).Sure I've been stabbed multiple times by multiple enemies at once but never had I lost to one enemy on almost equal grounds.He left me there, broken knowing that I'd die.And while he was disappearing in the distance I felt my life starting to leave me.It was then that I pleaded for the first time to my god.I did not wanted to accept death in this way.I did not wanted to die knowing that I failed.So I pleaded and what would probably been minutes felt like an eternity there.I pleaded to be given another chance to try again.I swore that I would find a way.And then I felt his gaze upon me.I felt HIM weighting my failure and my victories.I almost cursed HIM at that moment:for all that I did for HIM and he was actually thinking of letting me go.But in an instant he changed his mind and gave me the same reward:Respawn.
So with the gift received I climbed my horse and went after the God King's servant.While the wind of chaos blew into me I realised that I did not thought of how to beat him.I had no chance in a fair fight but then again fights can be won with deceit as well.And in that moment I realised that most of the ground I covered was on a mountain.There were deep falls if one looked at the sides.And now I had my answer.And with it shortly after my view was rewarded with the sight of my nemesis.I make sure he sees me.He started getting close.Again I see him reaching for the hammer with the same faith in his eyes and a smug on his face.And I started running away making him chase me.I began approaching the margin of the cliff.I climbed down and brought up my axe.He reached me and assailed me the same he did before...with his incantations and hard blows.I began to retreat to the very edge and waited for it...and it came...the moment that I orchestrated.I block his 1st strike to the head and let the second hit me;I pretend to be dazed by it and he takes the bait...with a wide swing he went for my head and I ducked under the hammer and rolled towards his side...then I position myself at his back and raise the axe high above my head both hands wielding it..and with all my fury I let it come down...yet he spins fast and uses his hammer to block the blow which is exactly what I expected...I put my weight into the crossguard while he tries to push it upwards and in an instant I change my body's weight letting him push upwards...using the momentum he gave me I used it to raise my leg and kick him in the chest hard...and then he fell and I knew without seeing that the smug on his face was gone.
(I go sleep now and I tell tomorrow other stories if u want).
