He was beautiful, my Threshadon
We sailed beneath the Seas
Always in search of the horizon
To explore the whole Universe
He was beautiful, and he was strong too. I wasn’t. I was too weak to feed myself. He would crack open mussels, and we’d eat them. When I was small, he had taken me in after I fell into the water, destined for certain death. Since then, we sailed, searching for the bottom of the Seas, seeking the Infinite that I knew existed somewhere, far away.
I rode my Threshadon
He was beautiful, this Threshadon
To go ever deeper
Then rise to see the horizon
BAAAAAMMM! A ship struck us. The force of the impact knocked me unconscious. But where I expected to feel my Threshadon’s gentle grip to carry me to safety, I heard, “A troll in the sea!!!” and then felt nets wrapping around me.
When I regained consciousness, I was surrounded by a crew of goblins and passengers who seemed to come from all walks of life. I paid them no mind. Turning my head to the ocean, I saw my Threshadon helplessly watching the ship sail away, unable to approach without being threatened by the harpoon guns of the vessel. Why? Why!? A deep sense of hatred for goblin engineering filled me.
The people aboard didn’t seem to care about my despair. Perhaps they attributed it to the shock of my maritime wandering? Their attention quickly shifted elsewhere.
“lololll he’s level 0!!11!!!”
“That’s against the rules, I’m reporting it”
“Did you chase the seals? Lol lmao!!11!!!”
Troubled by this last question, I asked them
“What’s a seal? Draw me a seal”
“rofllll!!! He thinks he’s the Little Prince (of the Seas)!
I was lost in confusion, while my difference seemed to amuse them greatly when a mysterious figure appeared. His name was Gmartok, or rather, he introduced himself as <GM> Artok. It was the first time I’d seen someone with a two-part name. This idiot must have made a mistake when creating his character, I thought with a smile…
“Mulx, the game’s rules forbid level 0 characters, I’m sending you to the Valley of Trials”
A second later, I found myself naked as a worm, in the middle of a barren valley. I will find you, my Threshadon.
He was beautiful, my Threshadon
I cannot live without Threshadon
One day our union will be reborn
They gave me a sword, they transformed me. I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt much stronger. I had just reached level 1. I quickly understood that if I didn’t get stronger, I would never find my Threshadon. I was told to kill scorpions and bring back their stingers. I was made to kill boars, humans, orcs, dwarves, demons, draconians. I was asked to bring all kinds of useless items. I was even told to kill trolls. But I was never asked to kill Threshadons. I could never have done that anyway. As useless as the orders given to me were, I grew stronger every day.
One day I crossed paths with a troll who became my mentor.
“2 1H wp u n33d use, if stronger to hit u w4nn4, lol roflmao!!11!!!”
“Ah master? Are you sure?”
“Yea for pusy 2H ar lol”
Dayo (that was his name) had just opened the door to my salvation!
“If find ur Threshadon u want, fury u will be, lmao”
This wise sentence still echoes in my head today. I am much stronger now. I’ve searched for him everywhere. I know that he too is searching for me. One day, we will find each other.
He was beautiful, my Threshadon
Without him, my life makes no sense
And even if it’s in Maraudon
That my wandering must take me
I will find my Threshadon
And we will renew our Alliance
He was strong, my Threshadon
As long as we’re far from the lands
He was beautiful, my Threshadon
We will sail beneath the Seas
Always in search of the horizon
To explore the whole Universe
You understood, my friends, you’ve just read the Legend of Mulx, (little) Prince of the Seas.
