I've been having strange dreams when I lay down after a hard day of excavation.
Dreams of being in Draconis again. Of starting afresh. Of having a feeling of being more balanced out this time. Its busier in Draconis in my dream. Others appear to have shown up to take the king's requests. To slay monsters and hold the bandits at bay.
My dream self tried to play it safe this time. To recruit one of the others to assist me in barricading off the hoards of monsters in the dungeons. I got knocked out a few times, making the walk back to retrieve my things. For being knocked out and waking up in your bed, it still leaves a gravestone. I'm personally thankful, because they hold your things. If things in Draconis, no, in MInecraftia are loose too long, they vanish. I'd rather not lose these new leather bags of storing. 'Back packs'.
I used fences and gravel to hold off the impending doom of hoarding monsters. Even the spiders wear armor down there. Its terrifying. I can smell the troll from downstairs as I work. Its safer now... for anyone else to come down and slay their monster quota. I might be a Dragon Knight who has been alone a very long time, but having communal comrades is helpful.
The king took pity on my arrow-ridden condition after I arrived with his quota complete. Of my strained facial expressions as I dragged each and every arrow out of my flesh. Some deeper, others, barely clinging to my armor. Clad in the shreds of leather and a barely held together circlet of chain to protect my head... I'm a mess. "The troll is a difficult fight." he told me. "Take yourself out of Draconis for a bit... get stronger armor. A stronger weapon." He gives me a key and an orb. Similar to that old man I met outside my dream. Is this... its only a dream.
I received a backpack that is linked to a strange spacial box that I feel extremely drawn to. Its called an 'ender chest'. If you pair this bag with the chest, the contents appear in both. I feel the ender presence in this box... the gold latches are peppered with powdered fire, it is warm to the touch. I paired my bag, and now everything seems to link together. It is... unusual.
I"m thinking I will scout the troll without taking anything. I know he will knock me out... but it might prove beneficial. For I only received more tasks AFTER killing the troll. Or at least possessing his mace. I remember its knockback so vividly, it already hurts.
In this dream realm... where will I strike out on my own this time? What new land do I want to explore? Should I try to find my old home, to see if it still exists? Or do I wish to go out to Middle Earth first?
Dreams of being in Draconis again. Of starting afresh. Of having a feeling of being more balanced out this time. Its busier in Draconis in my dream. Others appear to have shown up to take the king's requests. To slay monsters and hold the bandits at bay.
My dream self tried to play it safe this time. To recruit one of the others to assist me in barricading off the hoards of monsters in the dungeons. I got knocked out a few times, making the walk back to retrieve my things. For being knocked out and waking up in your bed, it still leaves a gravestone. I'm personally thankful, because they hold your things. If things in Draconis, no, in MInecraftia are loose too long, they vanish. I'd rather not lose these new leather bags of storing. 'Back packs'.
I used fences and gravel to hold off the impending doom of hoarding monsters. Even the spiders wear armor down there. Its terrifying. I can smell the troll from downstairs as I work. Its safer now... for anyone else to come down and slay their monster quota. I might be a Dragon Knight who has been alone a very long time, but having communal comrades is helpful.
The king took pity on my arrow-ridden condition after I arrived with his quota complete. Of my strained facial expressions as I dragged each and every arrow out of my flesh. Some deeper, others, barely clinging to my armor. Clad in the shreds of leather and a barely held together circlet of chain to protect my head... I'm a mess. "The troll is a difficult fight." he told me. "Take yourself out of Draconis for a bit... get stronger armor. A stronger weapon." He gives me a key and an orb. Similar to that old man I met outside my dream. Is this... its only a dream.
I received a backpack that is linked to a strange spacial box that I feel extremely drawn to. Its called an 'ender chest'. If you pair this bag with the chest, the contents appear in both. I feel the ender presence in this box... the gold latches are peppered with powdered fire, it is warm to the touch. I paired my bag, and now everything seems to link together. It is... unusual.
I"m thinking I will scout the troll without taking anything. I know he will knock me out... but it might prove beneficial. For I only received more tasks AFTER killing the troll. Or at least possessing his mace. I remember its knockback so vividly, it already hurts.
In this dream realm... where will I strike out on my own this time? What new land do I want to explore? Should I try to find my old home, to see if it still exists? Or do I wish to go out to Middle Earth first?
I've been accepted on the whitelisted official server, and I am tempted to continue my tale from there.