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The Runesmith: The Greenwood, #2
The Runesmith: The Greenwood, #2
The Runesmith: The Greenwood, #2
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The Runesmith: The Greenwood, #2

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A Bad Man Gets Badder

My name is Harald Runestorm. In real life, I help children with their homework and volunteer in a library project for homeless refugees (due to a probation order), but in my spare time, I log into the World of the Greenwood and kill people for fun. Sometimes I torture them too, and I generally rob them, but other days I stay in my tower and craft things.

One day, from a shady informant, I heard about a shipment of ore going through the woods. It seemed the Druids Guild was taking its gold to market, so I thought I'd take it off them. I've always hated hippies, with their 'respect the woods' and 'pet butterflies' attitude to life. I wanted them to respect my sword and pet my fist. My Runefist that is. With their face.

I went down to the woods to teach them a lesson about pain and loss. Then I learned a lesson myself.

A LitRPG short story (15,280 words!) set in The World of The Greenwood MMO.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 27, 2018
ISBN9781386497998
The Runesmith: The Greenwood, #2

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    The Runesmith - Galen Wolf

    The Runesmith

    The Runesmith

    Galen Wolf

    Contents

    1. A Bad Man Getting Badder

    2. Forging the Sword

    3. The Druid Caravan

    4. Good Deeds

    5. A Tiny Kitten's Love

    6. Lessons Learned

    A Word from the Author

    1

    A Bad Man Getting Badder

    My name is Harald Runestorm.

    In real life, I help children with their homework and volunteer in a library project for homeless refugees (due to a probation order), but in my spare time, I log into the World of the Greenwood and kill people for fun.

    Sometimes I torture them too, and I generally rob them, but other days I stay in my tower and craft things. That's just my life choice. Who are you to judge?

    I'm going to tell you a story about how I learned a valuable life lesson. This is how it started:

    The Greenwood is a virtual reality massively multi-player role-playing game. In the game, by profession, I'm a Runesmith. My class skills are Runes, Potions, Enchanting, Fencing, and Smithing.

    I live in a tower that I built myself in a remote part of the Greenwood. The lonely tower sticks up out of the forest of Birnam Wood like a blunt pencil. I'm not ignorant about the symbolism. My slaves built it to my own design out of the local honey-colored limestone. It's a beaut.

    I used to live in the city of Horrabia, but I got annoyed at them telling me what to do all the time. The alignment of most people in Horrabia is Lawful Evil, but I find I'm more chaotic than that, and I need my own space to be wicked. I think each person is evil in his or her own unique way. I put up with Horrabia for several years, but in the end, after all their nag-nag-nag, I decided to leave the city and set up on my own. That's how I came to build my tower.

    Birnam Wood lies at the foot of the Emerald Mountains. There's a brick road I built myself with lovely yellow stone that links my tower to the main Icknield Way.

    The Icknield Way runs-east west, joining the cities of Vinab and Salonika. The Emerald Mountains, just to the south of Birnam Wood, are a good source of mineral deposits from my runes and weapons. I don't do the work myself of course; I have my gnome slaves dig it all out for me. When I say they are slaves that is not completely correct because I pay them in beer. The more they work the more beer they drink. It's a game mechanism designed to keep me out of pocket. I have a contract with a brewer from Salonika called Old Tom who delivers the beer every week. Before he was a brewer, he was an Assassin, but now he just brews the cheapest, nastiest ale in the Greenwood. He calls it Craft Ale, but it taste like pig piss, and I should know what pig piss tastes like, but that's a story for another time. Luckily, it's only for gnomes. Fucking half pint morons.

    I should also mention that I am enormously wealthy. And the reason for that is my runes. I don't like to boast, but I am the best Runesmith in the Greenwood. Because I've developed my skills, and I'm Level 20 developed right up to the 100% mark in all of them, that expertise goes into my runes, so the damage bonus for my offensive runes is fingerlickin' good and the difficulty check for enchantment runes is ass crackin' high. That means they are difficult to save against. My wonderfulness gets me lots of customers. They may not like me, some pretty much hate me, but they still come knocking on my shop door. I am also a narcissist. I made a mirror once that I could ask who was the fairest in the land and if it didn't say it was me; I smashed it and made another. Luckily for the mirror, I am phenomenally good looking. In the Greenwood anyway; what I look like in my bedroom is my business. I admired myself in the mirror. I was tall, rugged, and handsome with a blond beard and long ragged fair hair, always perfectly clean and lustrous. I never wore a shirt. I had armor on but I had chosen the cosmetic look of the bare chest to show off my bodacious and

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