[alagaesia hobbit]

Yeah, back in 2006 I wrote this sucky IF story, people liked it, but spammy noobs ruined my inspiration and I never liked it much anyway. Well, here's take 2. I'm better at writing, and people hate me less. Go me.


CHAPTER 1


Inheritance Forums.com always was just a forum site. Despite the people who were convinced it had a slave trade beheind the scenes, convinced that it was front behind the new Imperialised government, with Mike MacCauley at it's head. They were always wrong, it was, after all, just a forum site. Well, that's what the Admins told everyone. But it wasn't.

A fateful day approached every member of the site. All 10,000 members, were online. All of them. This confused all, especially the RPG head's, Risstalle, and Mrs. Lovett, and the ex-mod, Alagaesia Hobbit, when they signed on. The staff lounge had a topic heading it, called "The Project Release"

Diving in almost at the same time, Riss and Mrs. L saw before their eyes a topic by Mike, saying that the Admin's project was due to release, and an evil blingybob countdown. It showed this: 2:34:87.
And the seconds dissapeared, leaving almost two minutes before this creation was released on the world.

Sweat beaded on Riss' face, and a grimace held Mrs. L's features as they both knew what was coming. They knew what would grip them all in 1:58:34 seconds. They knew that Mike would succeed in the plan he hatched so long ago, that would let him have supreme dominance over thousands. That would let him, become the most feared tyrant the world had ever seen. Well. That Inheritance Forums had ever seen.

1:00:00. Hobbit, along with the majority of members had no idea what was going on, had no idea what would happen and when the countdown reached zero, they still had no idea.

Bosco the heretic was right, Inheritance Forums.com was a front organisation, for all people who joined were tied to a spell, that would transport them all to a land of Mike's creation. That is dated in the Medievil times(With a few tweaks, of course), that would see war, tyranny, rebellion, and tradegy...and also a lot of drunks.

***

Risstalle, Hobbit, and their friend, Fenris, walked back from a nice night at the Inn, the Seras arms. It was quite a snowy night, and the three of them were walking home before the snow was so high that they couldn't reach their flat. They would have had to stay in there, drunk. Again.

The three of them had been in the new land of Inheritance now for a year, and they understood the way it worked, and the complications that befell the land not after a month after its release.

Mike declared himself the supreme ruler of the world, and the lord of Inheritance. Arythryn joined him, along with TParis shortly thereafter. Arythryn and Mike declared they were to be married. But not all staff members were too happy about the sudden loss of power, and soon, Ultima Valenheart dragged Rinion, Hadhafang and Thorin away. Away to a secret and hidden place. Ultima took many moderators with her, to aid her in bringing peace to the land of Inheritance. Only a handful were left behind. Amongst them? Fenris, Seras, Risstalle, and Mrs Lovett.

"Hey, Hobbit, wha' wus' wrong wi' you tonight li'?" Fenris noted in a drunken slur, referring to the darts match that lost the three of them 16 silver coins, each! The currency was bronze, silver, and gold coins.

"Well, you might have noticed it was you, as both you and Riss are drunk."

"Tha's li', so no' true..." Sverdar's slurred reply was.

"Sure it isn't"

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CHAPTER 2




By the time the trio got to their apartment complex, Riss had been sick three times, twice all over Fenris. Neither of the two were that capable of putting the key into the door, so Hobbit (Being the teetotaller, and also being too young to drink) had to open the door.

The three of them shared a two bedroomed apartment, Riss and Fenris, being better friends, shared a room, while Hobbit was in his own room. It was comfortable, and cosy, with quite a luxurious decor. It was payed for by Riss, who was left thousands of gold coins when his friend, TW North, passed away. It was either shock, or embaressment, when his trousers were ripped away from him in public by Arythrn for treason, dying a truly awful death.

Fenris collapsed in through the door, possibly because he was leaning on it, or maybe it was because his legs were not functioning properly. It could have just been too much alcohol consumption. Either way it made Hobbit and Risstalle laugh, but Riss went green and turned away to throw up again. He managed to puke on the nextdoor neighbour's door, which was bad. Puking on Corsair's door was not a good thing.

After finishing throwing up, Riss turned back and stumbled into the threshold, making a point by standing on Fenris' head on his way through. Shaking his head, Hobbit followed suit, and stepped over his flat-mate this time, and dragged him along with him on the way to the two friends' bedroom.

Hobbit helped Riss tuck Fenris in, who was well out, and then shut the door behind him while Riss turned in. Why do they have to get so hammered when we go for a darts game? Hobbit thought, as he crossed the kitchen/living-room/dining-room slowly, careful not to knock over any of the many half-full drinks that Fen and Riss had drunk before going to the inn and having even more.

After crossing the largest room in the apartment, Hobbit reached a door, it was a dark brown, like all others in the flat, but this one was something to him. It led to his bedroom.

Opening it, he walked into the smaller room, and sat down on the single bed in the corner, and looked around.

The room was quite well equipped, wardrobe, chest of drawers, a desk, chair, and a bedside cabinet. On the bedside cabinet was a large leather bound photo album. He picked it up, undid the buckle that kept it closed, and opened it.

He smiled at what he saw, a very much alive picture, of his best friend, Mrs. Lovett. She was waving up at him and smiling back. Mrs. L was very beautiful, she had dark brown, curly hair, and dark skin. Angled eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Many men went after her as a wife, and Hobbit could see why. The first page had just the one special picture, it was taken when Hobbit turned fourteen. He was nearly fifteen now.

Turning a page, photos of other friends came into view. Many were from social occasions, like birthday parties, or weddings. Smiling at a particular picture of Risstalle. It was Darkstar's (The artist formerly known as Tyrant) twentieth birthday. And Risstalle got so drunk, that he didn't know the way home. He got scared, and started hugging a tree, crying "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I dunno where 'e am!"

Chuckling, he turned the page again. About thirty pages were full, of the one hundred that could be filled, and Hobbit was looking forward to the day when he filled the last space.

Setting the album back down on its perch and closing it, Hobbit undressed, turned the light off, and chucked himself face-first onto his bed and fell asleep immediately.

[alagaesia hobbit]

CHAPTER THREE


Hobbit was woken by a huge splash. Which probably wasn't good, so he jumped out of his bed and dressed hastily. Running through the door, Hobbit saw the source of commotion, and relaxed. One of Fenris' 'Getting un-drunk' methods was sticking his head in a barrel of freezing cold water. Shaking his head, Hobbit went to the kitchen and had a look at the calendar there, on the 30th of January, it read MRS L'S BIRTHDAY PARTY' It was the 30th today.

"Hey, you two, it's Mrs L's party today! How come we forgot?" Fenris pulled his head out of his barrel.

"Because you're the most forgetful being alive, and Riss and I were a little drunk."

"A little?"

"Yeah, we got home, did we not? And I didn't do anything stupid,"

"No, you only lost consciousness and fell through the door, not that that means anything..."

Fen's eyes widened. "I didn't!" He gasped.

"Yeeees." Was Hobbit's reply, he didn't see why Fen was so surprised, he always did something stupid.

"But Riss won biggest idiot last night, he threw up on Corsair's door." Fenris chuckled at this.

"He's probably going to bury him this time, that's what 'Sair said if he did it again,"

Hobbit nodded his agreement, Corsair was what people would describe as 'neighbour from hell', he was only nice ever nice to Hobbit, and that was rare. Said something about "qualities not yet made known to the world." To other people he shouted and ranted, damaged, and did a whole manner of other hellish things.

Something dawned on Hobbit, and he questioned Fen, "Where's Riss?" Fen looked around, and thought a moment, then snapped his fingers together.

"He went to the Seras Arms, he must have remembered the party. We may as well go, Riss did ask Mrs. L to marry him once so he's on best behaviour."

"Lets go"

***

BK and Hobbit made a large sweep of the apartment complex, splitting up to get as many party-goers in a short time. Fenris collected many people, including the landlord, Hresvelgr, Sergeantmajorjefferson, Slayer Elda, and Pegleg Nate The Nasty, a wannabe pirate.

Hobbit recruited only one person; Jierda. She was rumoured to be a spy for Ultima Valenheart, but nobody knew for sure. The rowdy group then made their way to the Seras Arms in a party mood.

The building itself was very old looking, with a straw roof, and woodern walls. It was a known fact however, that Rinion himself charmed the building so that no harm came to it, a departing gift between two friends.

The doors were more modern though, they swung open if you were accepted in, and were double doors, almost like a modern day nightclub.

As soon as the large host of people was accepted, they were met by a blast of laughter, talking and other party noises.

A young woman's voice squealed as they entered.

"Hobbit!"

And Hobbit found himself wrapped by two arms.

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CHAPTER 4



Hobbit wrapped his arms around his best friend also and laughed. The bar was a very nice place to be, it was dark, but in a nice way because the coloured neon lights added a nice atmosphere. People were laughing drinking, toasting, and a whole manner of other things. Immediately the host was accepted by the already partying people, and joined in laughing, drinking and telling stories.

Hobbit let go of Mrs L, and she looked at him sideways,

"You nearly forgot!"

"No! I-"

"Yes you did, I can see it!"

One extraordinary thing about Mrs L, was that she had extreme magical abilities. And could actually read minds! Though she chose not to do so to her friends... often.

"Ok, I suppose you got me. But I wont forget next year! And I will give you your present soon." This was an important party; Mrs L was 15, when she was classed as a woman. Females were classed as women at 15, males were classed as men at 17.

Hobbit looked over Mrs L (She was a head smaller than him) and scanned for anyone he knew particularily. He spotted The Yeerk Slayer, one of his old friends. He looked at Mrs L.

"I'm going to go and talk to some friends and get a drink. I'll be back! I swear, I promise! Honestly,"

"Ok, don't be long, young ninja!" And she skipped off looking to greet many other people arriving.

Hobbit walked over to the bar, at which Seras and her barmaid, Frogz, were serving drinks to the many people in the bar. Seras was talking also to Fenris.

Seras was a tall young woman, with an attractive face a figure. She was the only thing Fenris really cared about, even though she gave him the cold shoulder to make him come back for more every time. Frogz spotted Hobbit waiting.

"What do you want?"

"I'd like a cherry water please, with some fizz."

"Yes, and the first drink is free for everyone, so no need to get that out!"

After she handed him his drink, he walked over to Elven King, who was well lit up, despite it being early in the afternoon.

"Hobbit! How are yas, like! 'S'great this inni'! Free drinksh an all! 'Nyway, hows you?"

Hobbit replied, "I'm very well, thank you, how're you?"

"Brillant, 'avin fun an all...." He took a drink from the flask he was holding, and spilt it down his front. "Aw, man, looks like am gonna have ter clean this u' li'!"
He shuffled off to the mens, to clean himself off.

Hobbit wandered back to Mrs L, who was standing with Sverdar, Risstalle, Slayer Elda and The Chronicler. Mrs L waved, and so did Slayer Elda, but he forgot he was holding his beer in that hand, so he spilt it on himself, very much like Elven King just did.

"Looks like I'll be cleaning myself up, just like Elven King!" He said, in a slightly slurred Indian accent. He ambled off to the bathroom also, and Hobbit took his place.

"How's the day so far?" Hobbit asked Mrs L, and she smiled.

"Brilliant! It's gonna be so funny when we get the giant twister out! Everyone being dr-"

"Ghost! Ghost! Ghost in the Bathrooms!" Elven King shouted, as he flew out of the door and fell over. "Thought you ought to know it's TW North." and he fainted.

The whole tavern was slient.

"But TW's dead!"

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CHAPTER 5




"But TW's dead!"

That remark only added to the spookiness that was setting in. Mrs L, who was usually outgoing and fun, became very serious all of a sudden and demanded silence, amplifying her voice.

"Risstalle, Hobbit and I are going in there to find out what is happening, you will all stay here and do exactly as we say."

She nodded at Hobbit and Risstalle, who armed themselves. Riss with a bottle, Hobbit with a long knife he carried everywhere. Euphoria summoned her magical staff out of nowhere and stepped forwards, towards the bathrooms. Riss and Hob followed.

Mrs L blasted the door away, and she spirited an unconcious Slayer Elda out of the corridoor. Walking in firmly, she shouted,

"Who goes there!"

A voice echoed back at the three of them, undecipherable, except for five words. "Go further if you dare."

Mrs Lovett led them down a corridoor that had mirrors for walls, and Hobbit looked at his reflection.

He was by far the taller one, he had dark brown curly hair that was quite long, and thick eyebrows. He had pale skin and dark brown eyes. They changed colour lots. Dark green, sometimes a bit of yellow. He moved on.

Soon, the trio came to a doorway, Mrs L blasted this one open as well, and ran inside, to see TW North floating in mid air in front of them.

He was almost transparent, and he was mainly white, shimmering, casting a white glow on the room.

"What do you want?"

"Your Blood, or your attention, please" Was the reply, the words were very clear this time, almost normal.

"You have attention, mr Captain thingy," Riss said jokingly. His old friend.

"Good, now I'll let you know... I am delivering a prophecy for you, the mods left behind. Except you Hobbit, you're just an innocent bystander. FINGERS IN EARS, NOW."

He wouldn't proceed until Hob's fingers were in his ears. Stupid, considering he could still hear them.

"A prophecy?" Mrs L's eyes were wide. "I saw this in a dream... but I didn't beleive it. Tell us this prophecy"

"Yes, the prophecy, well it says you are to find Ultima Valenheart and the rebels. Find TParis, the disgraced ex admin in the capital, then he will show you to the Haven. Where you will help him overthrow Mike and his wife, Arythryn. And also the rest of his sorry mutts."

Riss waited with baited breath, then asked "Well? No rhyme? No prophetic voice?"

TW's face screwed up. "It did cost a lot of money and time to get me up and floating again. So there wasn't really much chance to make it all nice for you"

Riss burst out laughing

"Well, I must be off, see you at the haven. Bya" And with a soft pop, he vanished.

"We will go, pack your things you two." Mrs Lovett said.

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CHAPTER 6




It was all incredibly quick, Riss and Hobbit were rushed to their apartment to pack their things, which included an assortment of swords and throwing knives for Riss, along with travelling armour. Hobbit comsisted of a Sword, a longbow, and a long knife he kept hidden under his cloak. He never wore armour. His thin frame not strong enough to carry it for long.

Both of them ran to the gates of the town of Revalarion, where they had lived for the past year. They had agreed to meet Mrs Lovett there.

When the two friends arrived at the gate, Hobbit and Riss saw Mrs L standing with a gaggle of people, Fenris, Seras, and Jierda sticking out from the rest. Mrs Lovett was shouting at all but close friends to go away, and when the group dispersed, only six people were left. Hobbit, Risstalle, Mrs L, Fenris, Seras, and Jierda, as well as one of Mrs L's many admirers, Kong, whom Hob heartily disliked.

"I want to come with you" Jierda demanded.

"No, you can't" Mrs L replied "You weren't involved in the prophecy, this is for us. We are the ones who must travel in the dark."

"That was incredibly moving, well done" Hobbit said in his mild tone, and Mrs L did something she never usually did, she blushed.

"Thank you..."

"It was sarcasm" Hobbit stuck out his tongue.

Riss walked to the gates of the village, the main way in and out, as the village was surrounded by a 10 foot stone wall, and a large forest after that, nestled in the mountains. The village itself had a lake and plenty of fields, all inside the confines of the wall. Riss only just realised how much he was going to miss it.

"Come on you two, I think we best be off before the crowd comes back for autographs"

"Ok Riss," She turned to Kong. "I have something to say to you when we get back, here is a taster,"

And she kissed him.

Never before had Hobbit wanted to cut someone up so badly until then, he wanted to grab Mrs L's magic staff and shove it somewhere painful on Kong. He was even surprised at himself, before he realised that Mrs Lovett was actually thinking of accepting his marriage proposal after all.

The two broke apart and she turned her back on him and walked to the gates, and began walking with Riss, until she turned back and looked at Hobbit.

"Come on! We haven't got all day!"

Hobbit stirred, he was so determined to draw his sword and attack, he hardly noticed they were out of the gates.

"Coming!" He shouted back, putting on a falsely cheerful voice, while taking his hand of the hilt of his sword.

He was going to have to watch himself.

***

Two days later

***

Hobbit watched his reflection in the water, rippling gently, mulling things over.

It had been two days since leaving the safe borders of the village, and venturing into the dark forest that surrounded the settlement. This journey was seldom made, and were it not for Mrs Lovett's magic, they would have lost the trail and wandered off course, and perished.

Hobbit had been mulling what he thought when they left, and determined that his feelings were totally brother like, I mean, that's what brothers do, right? They do that sort of thing... he told himself constantly, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling eating his thoughts in the quiet.

"Have you died or something?" Riss said from behind Hob, breaking the thoughts for a moment.

"Nope, just thinking about..." He trailed away, thinking quick, "The journey, it's going to be hard, and who says we are going to be back? We might never see the village again..."

"Always the optimist you, aint ya? Right ray o' sunshine."

"You know me, negative to the last"

Mrs Lovett literally bounded out of her tent and started singing a love melody.

This isn't going to be happy

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CHAPTER 7









The trio had been travelling through the forest for three days now, Mrs L was very cheerful, Hobbit was moody and subdued, and Riss was somewhat in between. They had set up jobs for one another, Mrs L navigated, Hobbit hunted, and Riss was in charge of the camp.

Apart from the path being indecipherable to the naked eye, and the trees having to be burned through almost all the time, the going was slow. It would have normally taken two days to get through, and nigh the end of the third day, they were about three quarters done.

Mrs Lovett burned a lot of trees out of the way, and halted.

"We shouldn't go much further, it's getting dark. Hobbit?"

"Hmmm?" Hobbit grunted.

"Get some food, the two of us will set up camp."

"Hmmm" Hobbit grunted again. He took to grunting most of the time now.

He went to the edge of the clearing and drew his sword, and with a practised sweep, he cut the wood away, clearing a path.

The wood was very inconsistent, sometimes thick, sometimes not, so the going wasn't as tough as previous times, and it also marked the near edge to the woods.

A considerably large clearing came into view, at the edge of which Hobbit knelt. In the clearing was a large herd of deer. The deer here were very odd in the land of Inheritance, a lot larger than normal, with larger and sharper horns, making them dangerous to an unwary hunter.

Picking his target...a large male at the end of the herd, directly in front of Hobbit.

He drew his bow out and got an arrow from the leather quiver he used. Nocking the arrow, he took aim, and let loose. The arrow hissed past the deer by inches, and flew into the bushes, to be met by a cry of pain from something quite human.

A group of tribesmen ran out of the bushes, one with the arrow sticking out of his leg, blood sheeting down his leg.

The tribesmen scared the deer away, and looked into the bushes where Hobbit was hiding, and growled.

"Barlka lana! Gosh-naz!" The biggest one shouted, and the 7 tribesmen charged, they apparently hadn't been fooled by bushes Hobbit was skulking behind, so he took no chances and ran for his life back to camp.

Though Hobbit was fit, and able to run well, he was still quite young and he couldn't go for as long as the tribesmen. He was soon tired out and soon found them almost on top of him.

Exhausted, he shouted out for help, before turning to face the tribesmen.

They were all tall, broad, and strongly built men. The leader was about six foot ten, while the smallest was about six foot four.

Hobbit drew his sword and went into his attacking position, he had hope of scaring the men away by fighting aggresive. The men responded in kind by drawing deer horn swords, axes, and one had a mace. The first one came, the one that was bleeding, and swung with his ax.

Hob ducked the blow and swung upwards, meeting the man full on in the stomach and chest. Blood went everywhere, and his innards spilled on the floor. The man died without much further fuss, falling backwards to the feet of his friends.

He hoped that this would scare them, but when the next two came, it appeared they were only enraged by the loss of their kin, and attacked with a feriocity Hob couldn't match. He was already exhausted.

The first man swung with a broadsword at waist level, Hob brought his own sword up to block it, but the other men swung at waist level as well. Hob had to jump backwards to avoid being caught in between the two swords.

The men advanced, growling almost like wild animals.

One swung wildly over Hob's head, giving him an opening. He grabbed the wildman by the neck with one hand and brought his sword upwards and thrusted through the chest. He killed the man slowly, he thrashed around and knocked his kin away when they came to his aid, and punched Hob several times. He was dazed when the man finally died, and everything flashed red and black.

The other was enraged, and grabbed Hob from behind, after a quick recovery, and began ramming Hob's head into a nearby tree. The pain was excrutiating, but when blood hit the tree that wasn't his own, he looked to see a throwing dagger protruding from the tribesmans head. Riss and Mrs Lovett had come, and eliminated the men with three attacks, two knives thrown by Sverdar, and the rest were bowled over by a huge fireball. Then Hob blacked out.

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Chapter 8







Hob was engulfed by many dark dreams of what would have happened if he wasn't saved. There was a particularily bad one where Mrs L and Riss left him, not caring about him. All because of his bad mood.

Almost a day he lay like that, and when he woke up, he nearly blacked out again.

He flickered back into conciousness, and opened his eyes. A warm fire was not too far away, but what was confusing was the number of people around the fire. 5 people. Odd.

He lifted his head and one of the men, as Hobbit had deciphered them, walked up to him, and kicked him hard in the ribs.

He coughed as the impact almost broke his ribs, he had dreamed the rescue in the first place. He was a captive.

"You...evil...kill...brother." The man said in a harsh rasping voice. "You...come...village...put..." The man grinned nastily. "Down."

Darkness took Hob once more.


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Hob was awoken by a shrill cry. There were many tribe people now, and all had a look of worry. And when an arrow whistled through the trees and lodged in a tree, they shouted out again.

"In the name of Ultima Valenheart, I demand you surrender!" A smooth female voice cried at the men.

"Barzar! Krash nuln-" BANG.

The speaker dropped dead in flames.

"I told you, but now? You have chosen to DIE!"

[alagaesia hobbit]

Fenris- Chapter 9



Fenris hit the tree with the ax again, determined to get the tree down before the storm came.

The winds were picking up, and Fen hit the tree with all he could muster. The tree began to lean away from him, right where he wanted it to go. Helped along by the wind, the tree slowly began to topple, and fell with a great crash.

It had been four days since the three of his best friends left, including his flatmates Hob and Riss, and much had happened.

The gates had been shut permanantly ever since a group of wild men came in through them, and began slaughtering citizens. They were stopped, but not before one of them was tortured to reveal they were planning to lay siege. Fen had been put in charge of reinforcing the gates, and the walls.

The ill mood of the whole village was met with radical weather, fog in the morning, snow in the day, and tropical storms in the evening and rain at night.

"Fen!"

Kong was running towards him, he had been in a fine mood ever since the three companions left. It was probably because Mrs L looked like accepting his engagement ring.

"What?" Fenris replied, panting hard after the effort to get his tree down.

"Just wanted to tell you to turn in today, it's gone across. The storm is coming again."

"Right, anything else?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"The apartment has been sold, the gold has gone to your account at my bank." Kong ran a bank, and was incredibly wealthy.

Fen decided it was best to sell the three bedroomed apartment, make a profit from the sales, buy a small hut an build on it.

Or move in with Seras...

Besides, Corsair would have a hard time giving them a hard time and would give up

"Ok, who bought?"

"Not sure, all I know is they met your asking price"

"Good"

"You'll be staying at Seras' tavern again?"

"Yes."

"Ok, lets go."


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Fen settled down in his rented room for the night. It was particularily cosy listening to the storm rage outside.

He had been thinking about the departure of his two dearest friends, and also Mrs L... who was more an aqquaintance. They seemed to go a little adruptly, and with them being the best fighters in the village, they were sorely needed.

Let's hope someone comes to our aid...