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NameIess

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  1. Everyone’s future best friend appeared, then disappeared quickly.
  2. Barioth's granddaughter promptly burst into tears.
  3. Unfortunately for the sake of the happy ending, Barioth had gone and died of fulfilling-one's-sole-goal-in-life-itis. Either that or the curse that had claimed the lives of his family had finally turned around and claimed him instead, now that his granddaughter was out of its reach.
  4. The girl frowned. "I'm Rabel. I... think I am at least. And I think I have a grandfather. Where is he?"
  5. Contrary to all expectations, The girl on the bed did not immediately explode. Instead, her eyes opened and she sat up. "Where am I? Who are you?"
  6. Larid quickly shoves the Once-Author aside, then pours the Real Nameless juice down the sick girl's throat. "You're too late! She's already saved, you cursed monster."
  7. "There is no better doctor! This guy's a specialist in magical potions. A full half of his patients survive!" -- It was storming quite fiercely when the doctor galloped into town, riding on a stolen horse. His breath came in quick gasps as he leapt off of his horse, cradling the dose of The Real Nameless Juice in his arms. He ran towards a home on the edge of town and hammered on the door, lightning crackling in the distance. A bedraggled man in a doctor's white coat opened the door, then blinked in surprise. "Larid? I haven't seen you since you dropped out of school to apprentice under that herbalist." Larid the doctor pushed past his old acquaintance, looking around the room frantically. "Is the girl still alive? Where is she?" "The girl? She's still hanging on, although barely. I have her in the back room." The man in the white coat grabbed Larid's arm. "Why are you here?" Larid pulled free, walking quickly over to the back room. "There's no time. The juice has become unstable. It's decaying at an exponential rate and will soon be utterly useless." "The... the juice? Larid, I hope you're not going to try some crackpot 'magic' medicine. This girl is sick, and her condition is highly unst-" Larid stepped into the back room and slammed the door, cutting off his old friend's words midsentence. He held the doorknob for a few moments, whispering a spell to seal the door, then hurried to the bedside of the child. Barioth's granddaughter was deathly pale, barely breathing as she lay motionless upon the bed. Larid hurriedly began preparing the Real Nameless juice, praying that there was still enough left to be potent. By the Authors, I hope that this works. For Barioth's sake, I do.
  8. "We did! Who do you think told us about the juice in the first place?"
  9. "Even if there's a chance you're right, the chance that you're lying is the only chance that those we're giving it to have."
  10. “I already said I won’t listen to your lies. Although I am impressed you can tell them well enough to fool my cryptic.” “Is that a… Horneater? You know, Root is really bad for you.
  11. “The real question is why are you so pathetic? Your plans to withhold immortality have failed, and all you can do is continue your charade?” Another voice whispered louder. “Don’t destroy the fabric of the story. I thought you Authors were supposed to be good at that.”
  12. “Indeed it was!” Barioth waved a hand, dismissing the Lightweaving and revealing that the Once-Author had just drunk an entire bottle of Horneater Root. The pedestal where the original The Real Nameless juice had been was conspicuously empty. ”Even as we speak, my comrades are taking the juice to those who need it. By now, they’ll be miles from here, moving in opposite directions. You’ll never catch them!”
  13. Barioth hesitated, axe shifting into a spear. "We both know you're too greedy to destroy that."
  14. "Say what you wish, I won't bend in my conviction." Barioth continued his attack, swinging his Shardaxe with great skill.
  15. Barioth laughed. "An obvious lie. Why would a monster like you go to all this trouble protecting something so useless to you?"
  16. “That’s right, you’ve lost! The benefits of that immortality potion will be freely accessible to all, as soon as we’ve used it to save our loved ones.” Barioth strode forward, smiling. “We’re almost there. I’ve been skeptical about this quest since the beginning, but even I have to admit at this point. We will succeed. I will save my granddaughter. And I am still capable of being a hero.” Silvery mist coalesced in Barioth’s hand and formed into a gleaming Shardaxe, which he swung towards the Once-Author’s head.
  17. They spun on the Once-Author, weapons drawn, faces filled with determination. Barioth was the first to speak. "So you're the one who's been keeping the juice locked away for yourself. I'm glad to get the chance to make you pay for your selfishness."
  18. Indeed, by the time the Once-Author could arrive, the Tragedy Squad had reached the final door that separated them from their prize.
  19. Fortunately, they were very quick. Propelled by the motivation to save their loved ones, the Tragedy Squad bypassed the castle's defenses in record time.
  20. While the Once-Author is thusly distracted, the Tragedy Squad began their sneaky attack on the castle holding the The Real Nameless juice.
  21. The adventurers took those rumors as confirmation that The Real Nameless juice granted immortality and continued plotting to break into the castle and claim their prize. The most prominent group was made up of some of the most incredible and famous obscure adventurers of all time. It included members such as Barioth, an old man who wanted to claim the juice to save the life of his granddaughter, his only living family, Emery, a woman who wanted it to save her childhood friend from a terrible and fatal disease, and Praeth, a young man who wanted to save his true love. Their plan was simple. They, some of the greatest and most powerful adventurers ever, would sneak around the back while Imbiama Jombes distracted all the defenses with his frontal assault.
  22. Every adventurer in the land heard the story of The Real Nameless juice and came to the logical conclusion that it really did bestow immortality, and that the Once-Author just didn't want anyone to become immortal. So they all began plotting to storm the castle.
  23. The Said Some People happily chugged the entire jar of The Real Nameless juice. They promptly exploded.
  24. The jar filled with The Real Nameless juice was a very valuable item. Some people thought that drinking it would bestow immortality.
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