Vengeance

West Fenmoor woods

He walked a long time before he heard voices, voices he knew.

“What the hell Ned?”

“Shut up and help me if you want that staff.”

He knew the second voice, it filled his heart with joy and rage, rage for what that player had done, and joy that he would get another shot at the wood destroyer.

“She’s down Ned.”

“Ha! I did it! Fuck Yeah!”

“Ned, what were you saying about the pendant.”

“The pendant of lust? You have to capture and fuck a fairy to get it.”

“What, I thought that was a joke, there’s no way that exists.”

He sneaked past wood, he was too far from the outpost, he couldn’t yell, charge and respawn.

“Oh, it exists, and it lets you seduce almost every NPC in the game, and ups the pleasure for players you have sex with.”

“No way, I don’t believe it.”

“Stick around, I’ll let you experience it when I’m done with this bitch.”

“Ew Ned, just give me the staff and I’m out of here.”

“You think you are getting the staff that easily? I need to make sure the trinket works.”

He was close now, as long as the wood destroyer didn’t see him before he got to him, he would have a chance.

“What? That’s not what we agreed to, you got the fairy, now I get the staff.”

“I haven’t fucked her yet. Shit, how am I supposed to even do this?”

The other player laughed. “Seriously Ned, do you need an explanation?”

“Shut up Sarah, look at her, she’s the same size as my dick, there’s no way it’s going to fit.”

He moved from behind tree, a few more steps, players didn’t see him. . .

“See, there’s no way it is going to go in there.”

He yelled and chopped.

“Fuck, what the hell!” the fire wielder yelled.

He got in another swing before the players could react.

“Heal me Sarah!”

“Mmmff!”

He didn’t look to see what was happening, he had only one purpose, the destroyer.

“Get off me you filthy orc!”

The destroyer tried to point his hands, but they were grabbed by vines and pulled to the side, the spurt of flame shot past him, he could feel the heat, feel his face burn, but it didn’t matter, revenge was his.

“Fucking Fairy! Sarah, you bitch, help me!”

The destroyer turned to run, his robe flapping open, but a vine tripped him. Destroyer lay face down in the grass, woodcutter stood over him, swung hard and true, separated the player’s head from the rest of his body.

*ding*

*ding*

He didn’t know what those sounds meant, and there was a message.

You have slain a nemesis. +50% experience gained. Current nemesis: 0

“What was that about?” a small and sweet voice asked.

He looked around.

“Down here, Orc.”

He looked down and saw her, she was beautiful, like the sun going through the leaves of the once-uncuttable wood.

“Hello? I asked you a question.”

A question, yes. But he hadn’t spoken in ages, Captain didn’t like it when woodcutters talked.

“Hello.” He said, it sounded strange.

“Wow.” The little thing put on hand on her hip and glared at him.

“MMMPH!” he looked over to see the other player, caught up in vines. He pointed at her.

“You want her?" The small pretty thing asked. "Or is it okay if I deal with her?”

“You. . . deal.” He said.

The little thing smiled, she was beautiful, but her smile was terrifying. She turned and spit something at the player, the player’s eyes closed as she groaned in pain, and her skin took on a sickly green tint.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s too low level to get out of those, she’ll die slowly for helping that fire mage burn my trees.”

He looked around, saw trees with burn marks, one burnt completely.

“You trees.” He said, pointing.

“Yeah, this is the fairy glade, and I’m the fairy.”

He heard a groan and player in armor slumped and lay flat. The vines pulled away but the player just laid on the ground.

“Well now, that’s dealt with, shall we check the loot?”

Taking care of loot was captain’s job, but this wasn’t outpost, was fairy in charge here?

“You want to check, or should I?”

He pointed at himself. “Chop wood.”

“Wow, that’s awesome.” She turned and walked to where destroyer’s body had been. “Saved by the stupidest Orc in the world.”

He sat down, did not care about loot, did not care about players anymore. He thought about uncuttable wood. Remembered it burning.

“Oh shit, you big dumb ugly brute, you did it!”

He thought about going back to outpost, chopping and respawning, chopping and respawning, now uncuttable wood was gone, what was the point of it all? How could gods let that be? Was that the sacrifice Gorgug wanted? If so he didn’t like Gorgug.

“Yes, of course I want to claim this glade!”

He wanted to see the uncuttable wood again, but it wasn’t there anymore, it burned, it was the burnt wood now.

“The fuck do you mean I need a lair first before I can expand? Fucking worthless shit-brained gods! I want my damn tree house!”

He sighed. Did not want to go back. He looked around, it was nice here, sun and nice wood. Maybe there were more places like this, he could look for one, stay until players made him respawn. Then leave outpost again and find more.

“Fucking bullshit, I wanted a crystal to get out of this stupid dark-ass cave, not make it my fucking lair!”

He looked over at small angry thing, it was beautiful, even more as wings rebuilt. Maybe he could stay here for a while, at least until he respawned.

“What are you looking at?" It yelled. "You haven’t been any help at all, why the fuck are you even here?”

Small pretty thing was angry, yelled like Captain, but it wasn’t loud. Captain was loud. Captain wasn’t beautiful either. He got up and walked over to bag second player dropped. He looked inside. There was a book, a fishing pole, a health potion, a pair of boots and a red crystal.

“The fuck you looking at in there?”

He pulled out the crystal, and everything changed.