My Day at the Execution Grounds

Hi, my name is Sir Caste of Ulcersinshadun...haha not really! My name is Caste, and I'm a level 24 human fighter.
Recently, the hours upon hours of time spent bringing justice to lamer Player Killers (PKers!)

has been getting to me...My thirst for adventure was not being fulfilled by these low-lifes.

So, my monster-smashing buddy, Cell3x, suggested we go to a new battleground, known only as the Execution Grounds. Oh the fear that was planted like a seed in me! But I gathered up my guts and washed my soiled pants and went forth. I walked from Giran, over two mountains, and through many wandering eyes, and finally made my way to that cursed place.
As I approched, the sounds of SSDs being charged up, and the screams of battle filled the air. I expected the place to be ridden with the corpses of the defeated, and that the wounded would be strewn across the edges of the blood red rivers, crying for help, and receiving none.

Boy was I wrong!

As I stepped even deeper into the Execution Grounds, the first memorable thing that was spoken to me by a humanoid was "quel level a 2?!" I speak very little french, but I understand what he was saying. I quickly gave him a good chop across the jugular, ending his life, and the pain he was enduring. I am many things, but first and foremost a helper of the people. If someone says they can no longer live because of burnt sausages, I will gladly help them to come to their objective!
But besides this rando, the locals were pretty friendly.

They spoke in english, albit slightly broken english. These people are a hard working bunch, and whenever I would attempt to chop down one of the monsters by their sides, they would say something like "no" or "no help[" and then proceed to hit me a couple of times. Such exotic customs!
There were also many wonderous sites to behold


"Off with his head!!!" haha not really!


here is me standing a safe distance away from the fairly large gullotine that was used to remove the heads of ancient demons! I hope the demons don't show up at my place looking for their heads!!!


Look out behind you!

Haha, nevermind, walking demonic trees are no match for my new bastard sword.

At the end of the day, as the server crashed around us, I felt I had made a special connection with that place. It's green rivers, it's blood stained soil, the trees that would uproot themselves to eat your very corpse. It was all very wonderous.


You can be sure I'll be returning here very soon...

Always Fighting For Truth, Justice, and the American Ego
Your friend
-Caste