Alice in Virtuality Read Online Free Page A
hours building levels, earning money, buying equipment, he would have still looked like a tramp beside this God.
"You are King of the land approaching," said Alice, "...and that Castle. Welcome home!"
It was a city of stone. The dragon folded its wings back and became a missile. Powering forward and down, they were on target for the centre of rings of walls and fortifications. At the last moment its wings deployed, checking its speed and bringing it to touch down with a gentle tap of its claws. There was a fanfare of trumpets, drums beating and symbols crashing from somewhere invisible.
"Sire. Most glorious one and only. Welcome back. Your city rejoices at your return." A small figure wearing what looked like a gold chain of office groveled forward as if he had severe posture problems.
"I have many duties for your attention which have amassed in your absence, oh greatest of all and sundry," he continued.
Martin looked slightly puzzled at, what he deduced was, his courtly advisor. Duties? There was a loud 'BANG' as ball of swirling smoke appeared. Slowly dissipating, it revealed a figure dressed in the robe and pointed hat worn by magicians in this game. Although this may have been a little comical, the mage looked menacing enough. Not only was the robe and hat black, the magicians face was black also. All of which enhanced the shining silver eyes. Points of light ran up and down his thick black staff like electricity.
"Don't panic," said Alice at his shoulder. "You are more than a match for this worm."
Martin wasn't sure about that.
"Prepare your weapons," she added.
Martin hit the 'Prepare Weapons' keyboard combination and in one fluid move his avatar slid out his sword and shield from his back.
"Here it comes," Alice whispered. "Shield!"
The mage pointed his staff at Martin and a black column of nothingness extended rapidly. Martin cowered behind his shield as the blackness splashed and deflected off it like water.
"OK, lets go big boy. Attack!" shouted Alice.
Martin knew all of the keypresses from his years of playing. He had well rehearsed moves for his normal characters which worked well. They worked well for the sort of creatures he normally fought. Entering a sequence, the shield was stashed and he moved forward fast. A berserker charge with sword moves swift and precise. The mage took a step back and flung some small black marbles. Martin hit jump. His warrior crouched, then released the spring from his muscular legs, shooting into the air. The marbles became black vines as they struck the ground. Climbers stretched and searched to entangle him, but he was above and over them. The descent took him directly down at the mage. There was a motion of a staff but it was too late. Martin hit 'Strike'. The large sword hit clean centre of the head and cleaved through. A sickening mess fell as the blackness was split in half, one silver eye glinting from either side.
"Awesome!" said Martin, his avatar standing up slowly.
"Oh yes! Awesome!' agreed Alice.
"Lord, another glorious victory." The advisor began, looking a bit nervous. "I will dictate to the scribes a rendition of your magnificent battle to add to the great library of your achievements... and get somebody to clean up the mess," he added looking at the mass of hissing black goo.
"At your grace and pleasure, oh most mighty of mighties, chambers have been prepared and await the blessing of your attendance."
The advisor bowed lower than could be good for his back and extended an arm towards to a pair of large doors in the wall ahead.
Chapter 6 - King For A Day
"Which way now?" Martin said to the advisor as they wound down stairs and through corridors.
"Forward and to the right your immeasurable wonderfulness." The advisor bowed.
"Wouldn't it be better if you lead the way?" Martin asked.
The advisor looked horrified. "I.. I.. can not walk ahead of your all high marvellous person, oh adored of all."
"Oh, of course." Martin shrugged and walked
"You are King of the land approaching," said Alice, "...and that Castle. Welcome home!"
It was a city of stone. The dragon folded its wings back and became a missile. Powering forward and down, they were on target for the centre of rings of walls and fortifications. At the last moment its wings deployed, checking its speed and bringing it to touch down with a gentle tap of its claws. There was a fanfare of trumpets, drums beating and symbols crashing from somewhere invisible.
"Sire. Most glorious one and only. Welcome back. Your city rejoices at your return." A small figure wearing what looked like a gold chain of office groveled forward as if he had severe posture problems.
"I have many duties for your attention which have amassed in your absence, oh greatest of all and sundry," he continued.
Martin looked slightly puzzled at, what he deduced was, his courtly advisor. Duties? There was a loud 'BANG' as ball of swirling smoke appeared. Slowly dissipating, it revealed a figure dressed in the robe and pointed hat worn by magicians in this game. Although this may have been a little comical, the mage looked menacing enough. Not only was the robe and hat black, the magicians face was black also. All of which enhanced the shining silver eyes. Points of light ran up and down his thick black staff like electricity.
"Don't panic," said Alice at his shoulder. "You are more than a match for this worm."
Martin wasn't sure about that.
"Prepare your weapons," she added.
Martin hit the 'Prepare Weapons' keyboard combination and in one fluid move his avatar slid out his sword and shield from his back.
"Here it comes," Alice whispered. "Shield!"
The mage pointed his staff at Martin and a black column of nothingness extended rapidly. Martin cowered behind his shield as the blackness splashed and deflected off it like water.
"OK, lets go big boy. Attack!" shouted Alice.
Martin knew all of the keypresses from his years of playing. He had well rehearsed moves for his normal characters which worked well. They worked well for the sort of creatures he normally fought. Entering a sequence, the shield was stashed and he moved forward fast. A berserker charge with sword moves swift and precise. The mage took a step back and flung some small black marbles. Martin hit jump. His warrior crouched, then released the spring from his muscular legs, shooting into the air. The marbles became black vines as they struck the ground. Climbers stretched and searched to entangle him, but he was above and over them. The descent took him directly down at the mage. There was a motion of a staff but it was too late. Martin hit 'Strike'. The large sword hit clean centre of the head and cleaved through. A sickening mess fell as the blackness was split in half, one silver eye glinting from either side.
"Awesome!" said Martin, his avatar standing up slowly.
"Oh yes! Awesome!' agreed Alice.
"Lord, another glorious victory." The advisor began, looking a bit nervous. "I will dictate to the scribes a rendition of your magnificent battle to add to the great library of your achievements... and get somebody to clean up the mess," he added looking at the mass of hissing black goo.
"At your grace and pleasure, oh most mighty of mighties, chambers have been prepared and await the blessing of your attendance."
The advisor bowed lower than could be good for his back and extended an arm towards to a pair of large doors in the wall ahead.
Chapter 6 - King For A Day
"Which way now?" Martin said to the advisor as they wound down stairs and through corridors.
"Forward and to the right your immeasurable wonderfulness." The advisor bowed.
"Wouldn't it be better if you lead the way?" Martin asked.
The advisor looked horrified. "I.. I.. can not walk ahead of your all high marvellous person, oh adored of all."
"Oh, of course." Martin shrugged and walked
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