Mornin’.
Me name is Raggáh Ris (emphasis on the ‘gáh’). I’m a barbarian warrior, fightin’ here in the land of Norrath with me companion Myria. Myria’s a high elf cleric. Gets to use magic and all. Between her spells and my brawn, there isn’t a monster in the land that we can’t hand his head :)
I’m not so bright, me, but I’m strong. Ye’re havin’ a problem wit orcs an’ the like, it’s me double-headed long axe ye’ll be wantin’ t’help yer out. O’ course I come with the long axe, it don’t work by itself :)
This was me on me last birthday
I didn’t set out to be a warrior, wasn’t what I had in mind at all, at all. I had a husband - bit of a useless lump though, really - and a home. Didn’t need for much. But you know for all that, I was still…restless. Somethin’ was missin’ and, not being’ the sharpest sword in the armory, I couldn’t figure out what it was. All t’other girls in the village seemed pleased with hearth, husband and home but me? Seems somethin’ in me wanted more than that - or anyways different.
Well, a while back, up and along comes this High Elf Cleric through the village on her way to the greater world. Handsome she was, tall and blonde and points on her ears to make your heart melt a bit. I met her in the market place where she was lookin’ for a haft for her hammer. She told me about how she was headin’ to this Norrath place because it were bein’ overrun and overtaken by orcs and goblins and all manner of monsters and creepies. And it were important, she told me, to help people when they needed it - especially when th’inhuman were tryin’ to wipe out the human.
I brought her home wit me to make sure she had a good, hot meal under her belt before she went on her way. The useless lump wasn’t too happy about havin’ a stranger under the roof and gave her all kinds of grief about makin’ up fanciful stories and such like. Myria (for so she was) remained polite and pleasant, but left immediately we were finished eatin’ after thankin’ me for my hospitality.
Between the restless part of my soul and fury at the useless lump, I never slept that night at all, at all. I walked out me front door just before sun-up. Caught up wit Myria t’next day and here we are.
I wasn’t a fighter before, so I had a lot t’learn - just ta survive. Then there was the matter of the froggin’ armor. Certainly it’s useful, but it’s as heavy and awkward as a three-legged bull. I don’t think it was as hard to learn to use a weapon (any of various sorts) as it was to accustom meself to the ridiculous leggin’s an’ boots an’ gloves an’ such. Ever now and again I wish I could just go into battle like this:
About 50 pounds lighter
..but I know I’d probably lose an arm or a leg or somethin’ even more important!
This warrioring business ain’t so bad otherwise. The work is long an’ hard an’ meals and rest are slim an’ seldom. But you know? There’s somethin’ very satisfyin’ about helpin’ to make the land safe. Better, anyways, than growin’ potatoes for the useless lump.
Oh I was awful green at first not havin’ ever held anythin’ in my hand sharper than a potato peeler before. I fell as much as I walked and I’m embarassed ta tell ye, Myria even had to ressurect me a time or two. And I’m always setting me arse on fire! But I’m learnin’ new things and that’s almost as good as the fightin’ and the fightin’ improves me skills. I get stronger every day. Feel like I’m making a contribution, I do!
I’ve even started a little goblin-head necklace - a work in progress, ta be sure :)
Ye can find out about our adventures - and have some of your own as well (bring your friends - Norrath always needs more champions) in this:
The official tale
I can hear the sounds of things getting under way so I had better be off. Catapults and trebuchets ta blow up and bad-nasties ta teach lessons to.
It’s loud, cold, dirty and messy - but it beats the shizzbot outta peelin’ potatoes!
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and perhaps a set of knitting needles might come in handy for gouging bullies along the way too?
your game sounds fun- i’m battling kitchen trolls and laundry orcs around here today-
stay happy-
Heh - And those are the worst kind, aren’t they? Good luck - you can never quite wipe them out :)
Sounds like someone got herself a bit of the old Oirish???
Pam - Heheh - yep. This game casts the female barbarian as a big broth of an Irish lass. At least I get to enjoy long hair again, if only virtually :)
I’ve actually been playing EverQuest II. I think the playstation game is based on the original EverQuest. That game is like crack.
I’m a lovely redheaded halfling summoner. I can’t hit anything, I’m so weak. But my pets kick ass.
Gail - LOL! I’m a solidly competent and not unattractive red-headed barbarian warrior (warriorette?) and my two-handed sword is as long as I am! This is the first game of this type I’ve ever played and it’s a wonder I don’t get my butt killed more often than I do - but it’s kinda fun! And I’m learning :)
