Bludgeon of Mal
|This is a historical article, describing a past event or events that occurred on Shartak.|
Grunk the Pale bowed low before the Fat Red Saint. Receiving the gift of a crab, and thanking the Fat Red Saint for his generosity, Grunk ate the crab. The meat tasted weird in his mouth, slightly metallic, and his eyes shuddered in his skull. Mist enveloped him.
The mist obscured his vision, and Grunk began to walk within it aimlessly. Sounds of battle could be heard faint and low beyond the mist. Grunk ran eagerly forward into it, searching for the source. As the noise grew louder Grunk's instincts told him to jump backward, and he followed them.
A giant black mace slammed into the ground in front of him. A strong warrior stepped forward through the mist, his belt decorated with skulls, severed fingers were strung across his neck, and bulging muscles flexed as they lifted the giant mace once more.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF A WARRIOR!" shouted the giant cannibal, striking where Grunk laid in shock. The young cannibal manage to roll, the impact of the mace shaking the ground. "YOU FLEE FROM BATTLE!"
The mist began to clear and slowly Grunk could see more of his surroundings. People were dead all around them, cannibal and human alike. Others were still fighting, a circle around several shaman, who were chanting in tongues.
"THIS IS THE FINAL BATTLE. THIS IS WHERE THE CANNIBALS TRIED TO STOP THEIR EXILE. THIS IS WHAT YOU MUST AVOID." said the giant cannibal. "MY WEAPON WILL HELP THAT."
Grunk stared in awe at the battle before him. The ocean was running red with blood, the sand stained a reddish brown color, dead bodies floating everywhere. "Where is your weapon oh lord?"
"LORD MALROGK'S BLUDGEON IS LOCATED AT A PYRAMID. IN A LAND OF THAT IS TORMENTED."
"I know of a such a place."
"BE WARY. THOSE THAT GUARD IT ARE STRONG. THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY HAVE FOUND."
The mist enveloped Grunk again, the ground beneath his feet went fro soil to wooden floorboards. Grunk stood up, blinking a few times. The Fat Red Saint was gone, in fact the hut was dark. Grunk looked around and saw the old tiger that followed him standing guard near the door.
"Tiger, we are going to Dalpok."
It roared in response.
The Bludgeon itself is a giant mace made out of black obsidian. It stands about five feet tall, and ends with jagged edges of obsidian.
(Underworld Log is necessary for kill. Kills only count for victims Level 3 and above.)
- +1 for Initial Kill
- +3 for Dalpok Villager or a pirate(Those that are from Dalpok or the shipwreck)
- +7 for Serial Killer (+500 Player Kills)
- +5 for Slaughterer (100-499 Player Kills)
- +3 for Butcher (50-99 Player Kills)
- +2 for Killer (20-49 Player Kills)
- +1 for Aspiring killer (1-19 Player Kills)
- -5 for Peaceful (0 Player Kills Bonus points null on these targets.)
- -5 for Cannibal (Bonus points null on these targets.)
Screen Shots needed for Bonus points to be effective. All Screen Shots should be posted in this thread or sent to me via PM if you want to be Anonymous.
- First Feast on victim = +3
- Additional Feast on victim = +1
- Taunting (said after killing character, teabagging doesn't count) = +1
- Healing a Fellow Cannibal (For Every Healing Herb used) = +1
- Fresh Kill (First time killed in the contest)= +10
The contest begins on January 18th (midnight server time). Before that time you should stock up on herbs and clubs and get yourselves to the wreck, though you can kill a pirate anywhere, the wreck does have the greatest concentration of them. All contestants should either post their cannibal profile here, or send me the profile over PM if they want to be anonymous. The contest ends when someone reaches a total of 300 points or has the most points at the end of February 25th (midnight server time).
Pirates were included in the contest, worth the same amount as Dalpok Villagers, and a fresh kill in the contest became worth a significant amount.
- Grunk the Pale = 158pts
- Bobby the Hatchet = 150pts
- Edward Theodore Gein = 309pts <-----WINNER!
- Kali'na = 258pts
- Tkltchk = 168pts
- Huli Bluebeard = 118pts
- Exterminator894 = 42
- snico = 11
The three natives warriors looked on in amazement at the figure before them. He seemed to be a thin old man, carrying an odd looking backpack, wearing filthy overalls and old checkered hat. The man grinned at the native warriors from Dalpok, "Good morning."
"Get out of here, cannibals have been raiding the town, they will eat you!"
"Ah," said the man, looking around as if a cannibal would strike at any moment, "One question before I shamble off into the mean ole jungle gentlemen, any of you seen a whooping stick?"
One of the natives looked at the other two, "He's one of them!"
Machetes whirled out, and the other two natives attacked while the third one ran. One of them went to strike the old man, but instead it came in contact with a metal glove that was covered in gore, hooks and barbs. The native warrior looked at horror as the blade shattered in the grip of the glove.
"Tkltchk hungry..." the cannibal brought the glove down on the warrior, who screamed in pain as he was practically eaten alive.
The other machete got intercepted by a blunt one, which was held by the Collective's leader, Grunk the Pale. "Ed, get the last one, he knows something."
The old man nodded, and trotted off after the final warrior. This warrior run into a hut, slamming the door behind him. Seconds later, the door shuddered as something slammed into it. The door shook again, then nothing, silence. The warrior snuck away from the door, and worked at a hidden latch in the floor.
"Something interesting there?" asked Ed, the old man from behind the man. He jumped, and promptly got hit in the head with a wooden club.
"Now, be a nice victim, and wait right here, would you?"
Grunk the Pale and Tkltchk walked up to the hut in time to hear the scream followed by a thud. Grunk looked at Tkltchk "Looks like the Bludgeon was found."
Tkltchk held the arm of the warrior he killed tighter, as if he was daring Grunk to take it.
"Yeah, been in your gut before, don't want to be in there again, Ed, come out here and let's see this."
Ed walked out of the hut, holding a black club made out of obsidian that was almost as tall as himself, "Well well well, let's celebrate."
Tkltchk snorted, "My arm."
That night Dalpok burned.