Chapter 7 More about Mages

Song: Bon Jovi - Burning for Love  Lyrics:  Lyrics

Few more words about mages.

I have this step-aunt Aplodi, who has taken care of me so nicely during my early days, when I had no dad and no step-mom. She has given me some gold when I was poor.  Recently, she has taken up to herself to take me out to do things when dad or step-mom are busy. She usually takes me to play with goblins or cyclops. They scream so funnily when her fires tickle their feet. And she makes them tickle, few times each.

I like some mages. I guess that's because she's not very talented with the majik, which means she is not too tainted and that must explain why she is so nice. It's very heatlhy for her to be in the healing business like my new mom. Too bad she's not as good as her yet though. And definately not in the dying business either, which proves she is noway related to me. But she does have two hands...

I was once exploring some plant infestation in an ancient temple. We had some big mouthed mage there with us, since we could not find any real killer that day.

He had a huge stick (wood, do you remember?, those silly mages stick to their silly wooden sticks), which was second only to his mouth.  I think he must be one of those who are said to stun people with their sound.  We cannot say he didn't try, at least.

Boy was that person a greedy one. And never satisfied with anything. I mean, why to come to find treasures if you never like what you see? And he was so much only about himself, bragging all the time. I think he scared all the treasures away with his big mouth and sharp tongue. That's a skill too, but not a good one when you're there in for the treasures.

One more thing about mages. Have you ever tried to have fun with them? No, this time I don't mean fun at their expense. I mean going to some place where you have an excellent chance of dieing while you try to take over the world?

Well, I have. It's a sad story. When you are in the good killing business, hands dirty and all that gore around you, while the red mist goes away, what do you see? A mage walking near by, picking the pockets of the torn apart clothes you see all around you, like they're trying to be some rogues.

Hah I say, everyone can pick a pocket of a dead monster! Even a mage.

When you asked, how they did in the battle, what do these mages answer?
- There was an obstacle between me and all those monsters, so I just sat down and watched.

Damn those mages. When you fight, there are no obstacles. You just swing your axe and everything opposing you, including monsters and obstacles fall. A good rogue never sees obstacles. Only targets. By the way, they complain the same thing about the barn, too.

Silly mages. I guess there has to be a thing for those who cannot wield a good blade or two, too.

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Chapter 6 About Questing

Song Elvis Presley - Confidence  Lyrics: Lyrics


Questing is very nice.

Let me tell you something about quests now. Pay attention for this is quite simple stuff, even for those silly mages.

I think about 3rd quest I did was to meet this gorgeus lady called Meydo. Before this the
mayor George asked me to get him some statue he had (accidentally, I think)  tried to sell. Why would he be selling something in the auction house and then ask me to get it back? Remember, you put something in the auction house and get gold back. Either he had an accident or he does not have any idea how the system works.

Back to  this lady Meydo, an angel I might add. I just went to her and greeted nicely. Ok, there might have been a wink of an eye too. She smiled at me and gave me a key to a house.

- Thank you, this is the key to your house? I inquiried.
- Oh no, this is the key to your very own house, mister.

I guess she did not trust me enough to give a key to her house. Not just yet. She gave me also some papers but said I don't need to bother with those since I'm such a nice guy, so I tossed them away. Also, she gave me some gold so I could get a carpet in the house too. Such a nice gal, and rich too! I wonder if she's taken?

Can you imagine what you can do with a house? I'll tell you.

You can put stuff in it. It's like the auction house I told you before, except you don't get a million when you put something in. You just put stuff in and it will be there also tomorrow! Excellent thing for such a treasure hunter as myself. 

The angel Meydo also gave me a chest to put into the house.  It took me a while to figure what to do with it, so I used it as a bed. Then I forgot an old piece of junk in the bed one day, and when I returned home later, I found it there still!

Amazing. Earlier if I've left junk lying around, it had disappeared fast, even the valuable ones. But when I put it on the bed, it stays there until I take it off there.I'm quite fond of those chests now, I think I have at least 7 of those.

Where do I sleep now, you may wonder?  Angel Meydo sold me for a very reasonable price a nice tub, which is like a chest but it sucks all junk yuo drop in there, so it's not like a chest, and it has no lid. But you can sleep in it and that's fair enough for me.

The angel also asked me to visit her friend. I think she was trying to pair me up, I wonder why. She already had a doggy master so I wasn't too keen about it. But she gave me more gold anyway.

So, quests are nice.

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Chapter 5 Mages

Song: Ash - Burn Baby Burn  Lyrics: Lyrics


Before we go into questing, have I ever told you how I love mages?

I have this friend Shasta, who loves the trees so much he carriers one with him all the time. He's great, for a mage, you know. One can't be too picky with those who set everything into fire.

Nice people, those mages! I mean, when you give them a bunch of mobs and say 'Go', like throwing a stick for a dog, they go in nicely and obediently and burn the fat out of those mobs. You know how unhealthy fat is? He does such a great thing for those poor things.

Being a mage and wearing nice clothes makes him very strong and popular. He can enter any room and instantly pull everyone's eyes on him. And their hands too. Too bad they have stuff in their hands, like sticks, swords and other different pokers, but he still is the last man standing, unless he dies first, of course. That happens a lot too, he's almost as gifted as Us.

Being a mage is very simple, you just walk around and do that fire thing around you, burning everything and walk with asbesthos boots. But when it comes to killing mobs away, and staying next to friends, that seems to be too much to ask.

I do not know what I would do if I were a mage. Having only one skill is way too complex to me. I need a handful of skills and second handful of buffs and a third handful of potions to keep me alive. Hmm.. but where do I get that 3rd hand? Maybe that's why I die so often. Why did not I born as a tritraduntur ?
That means one with three hands, for those who are not into the secrets of Rogues. Maybe my 2 hands prove, that my mother has only two hands too? This is so good news, reduces the amount of suspects a bit.

Back to mages. I heard they can do some nice things like freeze a running man standing into his steps, but all I see around is some lightning and thunderstorms.  So this looks like a confirmed myth to me.

Have you ever paid attention to their attributes? All filled with intelligence and other iivil majik stuff. For what? They still cannot hit a barn wall with that piece of tree they have in hand even when they are standing inside the barn and their both shoulders touching a wall. Talk about intelligence there!
No, In a barn, you need an axe. End of story. And the barn too.

I don't understand mages. And they don't know how to read, they confessed. So we're safe here.

Mages are like candles in a cake; not necessary at all, nice to have once a year and need to control them all the time. A nuisance.

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Chapter 4 Elves

Song: Bon Jovi - The Beautiful World   Lyrics:   Lyrics

I love elves.

I even carry an Elven Encyclopedia with me to understand them better.  I'm still on page 2, after the blank first page. The book is marvellous, so far.  I got it from my dad, the famous and handsome Transcend, I think you may have heard of him? I think he was not even able to open it, so I'm setting the family record here!

My first encounter with an elf was with a pointy eared Dúnedain. There you have a fancy looking fellow, always wearing his tuxedo and hair done. Although I'm not sure about all that stuff on his head, what is hair and what is not. But a nice chap. I think he has an identity problem, like so many of those tree huggers seem to have, they never seem to know what they should do, some day making real people live longer, other day throwing sticks around, then going around with a fancy sword they don't even know how to wield. I mean, you swing an axe, not a sword.

Did I tell what I think about tree huggers? I don't have such a warm and fiery thing for them like my friend Shasta, who likes to see flames everywhere. But do you know why the axes were created after all...?

I don't dislike them, don't get me wrong. I've once met a nice elf who could keep me alive when I had once again gotten into deep old trouble. That was amazing, like dieing and being reborn multiple times during same second! You should try it too! But haven't seen such an useful elf for a long time now. Rarities they call them, and serve on silver plate in a museum.

I don't understand elves at all.

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Chapter 3 My first guild

Song: Bon Jovi - What About Now   Lyrics: Lyrics

When I was around level 10 in Howling Mountains (remember, that was the whole world to me those days), I saw a lot of guilds looking for new members.I was wondering what's all that fuzz about.

So I asked one of them what's a guild. The reply was to invite me right away to this guild. Being naïve and innocent (well, at least those days) I accepted their invitation and started learning the fancy life of a guild member.

To be honest, I must say my life did not change at all.

My boots were still dirty. Oh, oh wait, hold on a minute there. I don't use boots, I walk barefeet, so it must have been my toes that were still dirty. And I still had to kill my bear friends myself, no one helping for me.  Well, I did not require any help there but I really would have appreciated the gesture. And I did not get paid for membership. nor did anyone dance for me. Later, when I met my dad, he told his guild members dance for him.

Anyway all those 2-3 days I spent in the guild, no-one talked to me, or I think to anyone, no chat although I saw several members there. I asked some questions which troubled me, but got no answer.

I think they were all too busy, or numb, or both. There is an option they were permanently stunned by my magnificent presence.

So after few days I declared my independence, saddled up the 2-hour white horse I had rented and left them to cry for their loss, which they probably don't realize even today.

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Chapter 2 Lonely

Song:  Bon Jovi - Only Lonely   Lyrics Lyrics

My early years were quite peaceful in Howling Mountains.
I was learning who and what I was and what I want and can do, exploring myself. I had not found my dad yet, I was all alone in the night.

All I did was slay Young Bears. All night long. They were my only friends. Not for long though. I kissed them quickly with my axe and they gave their hands, one after another.

I leveled from level 1 to level 12 with them. Made myself a millionaire in the process. That was nice. Being 12 and a millionaire. And nothing to do with the gold. How I did it?

I sold all bear paws in the auction house. Never heard of it? It's a great thing.
You put junk in and get a million out, marvellous!

I also put those nice blue jeans with a yellow stat on them. They vanished on fast pace and I got myself lots of gold. Lovely.

Should I be selling everything? Or just let my hands do their magic dance? I had an urge to do something but I was unaware what. Or how.

Then I heard about questing. I will talk about it after a while.

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Chapter 1 It's My Life

Song: Bon Jovi - It's My Life  Lyrics: Lyrics

My name is Nivatix. 


I am the son of the great Transcend. A professional Die a lot with a perfect accent and great taste of humour. Dad, not me. He has to love humour, since he enjoys lying on the floor, face down, with me. Only thing we can do at those occasions is to make fun of each other.

My dad is a son of some unknown jester. That's why he looks like one, with a fancy hat with multiple tentacles and jingle bells.

Luckily I don't look like him at all. Except that we're both handsome, he when he has clothes on, and me when I don't. That's why I never use clothes.

I don't know who my mom is, and neither does the dad. We have no suspects and no-one has ever come to claim me.

I have this ex-stepmom Haze, whom I never met and the relationship with dad lasted only few weeks. He was not too feminine, I guess that's why Haze left dad. Dad sometimes cries over him.

So far my longest lasted stepmom has been the "the enourmous hair" Naylodas. I do not know about her features, since her beard and hair cover her up. I don't even know if she wears clothes at all. She does not need to.  She always drains my enegy and often puts me to sleep. In return, I get to hit her occasionally with my friends and touch her treasures.

Recently my dad found a great stepmom in Natiomea, but that thing did not last even until the honeymorning.

Poor both. Or not 'poor', actually, I've heard they're both rich like uncle Scrooge. Not my uncle, sadly, but Donald Duck's uncle. Maybe I should hope I would inherit them both some day?

Anyway my ex-stepmom must like him alot, since she constantly saves his life. I guess she must like me too, since she saves my life also practically every other second. Could she be my real mother?

I have one suspected stepsister, Darramba. I suspect that she is my stepsis since she shares the great looks, with red hair and love for sharp weapons and suicidial, reckless behaviour. Dad does not remember her mom either, nor her history. I warmly welcome her into the family though. She has been married to my ex-stepmom. This all is not very confusing.

I have a great profession: collecting debt. My dad and ex-stepmom are even better with this, they have such a nice equipment it makes me drool so much people think i wet my panties. Which never happened, I swear!

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It's my life!

Hi everyone!

This is a multimedia story. Each chapter will include a song, specially picked for the chapter, carrying always at least half of the story. The story has several layers I repeat: several. Everything is not written out clearly, but purposefully in a certain obscured way, but hopefylly will become clear for you readers at some point, so you really can enjoy the mixture of the songs and the texts.

The story is about Nivatix and his friends in a virtual world called Runes of Magic, which is a massive multiplayer online roleplaying game (MMORPG). Free to download & play, so everyone can enjoy and join in :)

The baseline of the story was first published in 2012 for the friends in game, but I felt the urge to tune the text and publish for everyone. There are some 30+ chapters waiting for you :)

Main factor for the whole story is the amazing amount of coincidences with Bon Jovi's lyrics & song themes and Niv's complex and very fun virtual life.  

Nivatix is a role playing character, made purposefully with certain characteristics. The game itself does not record nor utilise these attributes, but I had those in mind from the beginning (since 2008) and have played the character according to these features. He has turned out as a very enjoyable hero, who throws himself into weird and risky situations.

He lives wholeheartedly and would not change a day. It's his life and he does it his way.

Go ahead, choose Basic storyline and enjoy!