Netharna Introductions

By Gloriusbuttocks
A brave Akwal Mage, soon after acquiring his first nether portal, decided to impress his faction members by brewing them magical potions. That would surely gain their respect! He HAD to do this! His faction had recently set off on a dangerous journey to Mount Kazmal, and, with his highly enchanted chainmail armour, he thought he could tackle the Nether alone. Almost instantly after entering this Unholy Realm, he came face-to-face with an Infernal Blaze. The blaze quickly overtook him, racking pain onto his body with three well-aimed fireballs. Panicking, with only half health after the blaze's first onslaught, he ran as fast as he could, luckily finding a nether fortress in his blind panic. He turned around, fired a magic missile, and clogged up the entrance with dirt. He sat down awkwardly, with a searing pain in his chest, and ate a loaf of bread, hoping to regenerate his health before he continued on. After finishing his meal, he wielded his staff, and very slowly, very carefully, he ventured down the fortress, stubborn and determinded to find his treasure. After hours of traveling, fighting, and bread, he finally found what he was looking for; Netherwart. After picking all he could, he turned around, only to find a Netharnan Fire Mage staring calmly at him from across the Fortress. The Fire mage slowly uttered a phrase, as a ring of fire encircled the poor Akwal soul. Quickly drawing his golden ingot, another voice uttered, "Peace me amongst us" as he dropped his gold into a fire. Desperately, he tried to douse the fire with buckets of water, only to find that the water would evaporate. A third Netharnan, in beautifully terrifying golden armour smirked evilly at the Akwallian. "Fish out of water" He taunted evilly, before blasting a fireball at the Akwallian. He fell to the ground, struggling for air at the searing heat and pain, and took out his only Golden apple. The Netharnan Mage sprinted over to the Akwallion smacked it out of his hand, into the fire. "The Nether is no place for a water-breather. Let this be a final lesson to you; Netharnans are not a force to be reckoned with," The mage said, as he pointed his wand at the Akwallian's face. He clenched his eyes as he waited for the pain to overtake him. The last thing he would ever feel was a searing, overwhelming heat, engulfing him like the large waves back in his homeland.