Ballista

The tensions were brewing this morning, the after effect of a conversation gone awry. It seemed as if the linkshell was divided, people from one nation only spoke to their own kind. It had been a horrible night before, there has never been so much fussing in Mythic. Voices were raised, and insults were thrown, and the end of it all left them bitter inside. Friendships took a backseat for pride. One nation, under Altana can rule each and every week. The argument was what nation was better, the citizens of San’d’Oria felt as though they always reigned supreme, given the fact that Mythic started, well in it’s old shell, as a Sandy only shell. Then the people from Bastok began to pour into it, it was a welcoming gesture because friendships don’t apply to any one nation. They have become a melting pot of the three nations, Windurst folks piled inside of the place that people call Mythic. It was great, but there were always tension that brewed whenever the results were tallied. “Oh my god, what a surprise.” Drakkonis began, looking up at the scoreboard overtop of the Auction House. “Lastok.” He laughed to himself. Sandy once again had control over the world, and he loved to rub it in. The people of Sandy did a triumphant cry, and the members of Bastok seethed a little inside. Windy played it natural, this was their second straight week coming in second. “That makes how many third place finishes for Asstok Tone?” Drakk turned to his friend and asked. Tone looked at him but he didn’t reply. “I think that’s six… no seven.” Undyingsoul said with a laugh. “Gay.” Was all Tone could mutter. “It’s okay… I told you to move to the best country in the world ages ago.” Drakk began. “Now why would I move to a shitty place like that?” Rooghan said as he overheard their conversation. “Because we’re better than you.” Soul laughed, resting his hand on Tone’s shoulder, he jerked his body away from him. “What is in that desert town named Asstok anyway?” Drakk turned to Tone and asked. “Oh right, Alchemy, you get to mix potions with the losers.” He said noting the Alchemy guild where Tone was currently studying. “We can kick the chit out of you anyday.” Was all he replied, his face on the scoreboard, looking at where Bastok has finished last for the seventh straight week. “You guys wished.” Soul said, with his wife Xchelly looking on. “Why do you guys suck so bad?” Drakk’s wife Stellaluna decided to get in on the joke. “Because how can you fight for a country that has the population of like twenty people?” Justcartilage asked, it was a linkshell meeting inside of Ru’Lude Gardens, and everyone inside the shell was to report. They had bigger matters to discuss, but that was sidetracked when the winners were announced. Kairos looked on, nervous, he wanted to speak his mind, but being new he stayed quiet, him and Fantazye just took it all in good graces. Bio and Fico enjoyed in on the laughter, they weren’t winners, but they weren’t losers either. They hailed from the town of Windurst, so that made them break even. “Can we discuss the matter at hand?” Tone decided to ask. “You’re from Lastok, you sit and are quiet.” Drakk had another laugh. Stella told him to knock it off, before it gets out of hand, and she was ready to make her ls announcement. “Okay, this is what I have planned. A lot of people need things to be done, and I say we devote one day coming up to working on it. That goes for prommies, Avatars and anything else. If anyone needs their Artifact they need to speak up and we will try to arrange people to assist you.”

At that moment Drakk raised his hand. Stella sighed but she let him speak, she knew something smart was going to come out of his mouth. “Can we not let the members from Asstok go?” The Bastokians turned to him, “Because with all their suckiness I’m sure we will all just die or they will get us killed so we can lose some Sandy conquest points.” Stella regretted letting him speak, but before she could calm the situation down, it blew out of hand. “Fuck off.” Falkinn yelled from her seat, Sturyko had to restrain her back. Soul and Drakk had a laugh together, it was all in good humor they thought. “Well how the fuck do you win, Soul dies daily.” Roo spat. Soul rolled over on his side “True Strike.” “But still… we…. Win.” “Guys let’s not get personal.” Stella tried to calm it down. “Did we anger you guys, if so… then I’m sorry.” Drakk said sincerely. “No… I get snappy at...” Falk began before Drakk finished with “Sorry you guys suck so goddamn badly.” He laughed again, Falk nostrils flared. She jumped up and pointed her Dagger towards him. “I’ll cut you.” She yelled, some of the shell members began to look a little startled. “Falk…” Stella tried to calm her down, but the look in Falk eyes told her it wouldn’t be easy. “Bab.” Stu called to her, her knife near Drakk’s throat. Drakk eyes grew big with excitement, and then it turned into anger. “Get that out of my face.” He said, his voice as serious as it has ever been. “I don’t need to take shit from you Sandy assholes.” She replied, not removing her aim on his throat. “All you guys do is give us chit, Lastok this, Lastok that.” Tone spat out, he always gets a little edgy when he has to defend his nation. “And flat out, I’m sick of it.” “Tone…” Chell and Stella called to him at the same time. “Just take the joke bro.” Just said, placing his hand on Tone’s shoulder. He smacked his hand away, “I can, but not today.” A newly sober Just meant a quicker tempered Just, had he been drunk he wouldn’t have minded Tone’s attitude. “Stop crying like a bitch Tone.” He fought back. “Every week, you guys fucking suck, it’s not our fault.” Just finished. “Do we now?” he turned to him and asked, he laid out a jug filled with blood and a Diremite came to its master. “Tone…” Chell began, she really hated spiders. “Scary.” Just laughed, he tried to pet it but it hissed at him, legs arched as if he would attack. “Tone.” Bluegirl snapped at him to restrain his pet. “Tone call your pet off now!” Stella ordered, her voice carried loudly, so loud that the people who were passing by heard her. She didn’t like airing their drama out for the world to see. With the spider in an attacking position, Just stood up and stomped his powerful leg down on it. Before it could attack Soul blasted it with arrows. Stella turned her attention to the angry Beastmaster. “That shit was uncalled for.” She scolded him. “We won’t tolerate that shit in here.” She said to him, her voice above a whisper, but everyone there heard her. Tone didn’t say a word to him, he just got up and moved to the other side, followed by the rest of the Bastok nation that called Mythic home. There they sat divided. “That was fucking low bro.” Just spat out after taking his seat, his face puffed due to anger. “Call a GM or stop bitching.” Tone cursed, he knew if a GM was called then he was going to be banned for the offense.

“If we can’t settle this kindly…” Stella began. “If Drakk can’t refrain from being a dick.” Falk spat. Almost in a mocking tone. “I know Drakk can be rough but watch what you say.” Stella defended her husband, she was becoming annoyed. “You need to control his mouth.” Challenger said, his brother Volarion hailed from Sandy, but yet in still, they were divided. “No one needs to watch…” he began before his wife stopped him. “Is it really that serious, that was the lowest you could’ve stooped Tone, I’m very pissed you would try to attack a fellow shell member, not only that, a friend.” Stella said in a calm tone. “You just made it personal bro.” Just glared at him from across the room. “We were only joking.” Soul said, trying to calm the tensions down. “Fuck that.” Tone said. Stella walked over to his side of the room. “Beware, you come close to me, you may suck.” He mocked her husband. “Let’s not make this personal.” She said as she looked down on him sitting in his chair. “Too late.” He replied stubbornly. He got up to face her, they sat face to face. “Take a seat.” She didn’t like being opposed, she was up for criticism and she could take it, but she doesn’t like being disrespected. He poked her Paladin chest-plate with his finger. “I just touched a God.” “Tone, for the last time.” She grabbed his finger and twisted it, “Take a seat.” He shoved her away, and that’s when Drakkonis hit him, it took him off guard. Sturyko shoved Drakk away, and before they knew it, Mythic was up and scuffling. “Enough!!” Stella yelled at the top of her lungs. Everyone stopped fighting and turned their heads to her. “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to.” She said in between breaths. She shoved Tone in the chest one last time. “You got a problem with Sandy, then beat us.” She yelled as she pushed him. “You all want to prove that we can kick your ass, I wanted to spare your feelings, if that’s the case.” Stella huffed. “I hate to have my fucking home divided and fighting, this shit is driving me crazy.” “Get your fucking daggers, get your swords and your axes, Tone bring your pets.” “Saturday Night... Jugner Forest… San’d’Oria vs. Bastok… Ballista.” “Leave your pride on the battlefield.” She said as she stormed off. Everyone sat up, a gleam in their eyes. Bastok rejoiced, they wanted this, to fight. Now it was time to rally the troops and prepare for Saturday night. They sat as a home divided….