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Wemmbu looked back at the pure chaos behind the prison walls for one last time as he started to run.
Even though he wouldn’t want to admit it, thanks to Spoke, he and the majority of the prisoners were now free, out of the Law’s custody. Distant shouts and commands to fight back echoed through the air as he began to make distance. Quickly placing an ender chest and restocking his inventory with the very limited items he had, he started running before anyone else could have realized he left the fight.
He also secretly hoped the others were alright. Sure, he hated Zam, Baablu and Fanst for what they’ve done, but they had kind of bonded over their shared arrest.
Still, he had no time to be getting sentimental. He was a wanted criminal, 50 blocks away from getting caught again. He picked up the pace as the once towering walls and buildings faded into the dust he kicked up.
Honestly, he also had absolutely no idea where he was going. To the End? Sure, Egg was there, but at this point there was a high risk of the Law having already taken over. He wasn’t even sure if Minute was back yet. He hoped they were both alright.
Capital city and any other town would be flooded with lawmen constantly patrolling the streets, and little snitches that would rat him out if he was spotted trying to use invisibility to sneak around. Ever since the invis mafia rose and fell, invisible players attracted ridiculous amounts of suspicion across the server.
Normally, he would brute force it, taking materials through his reputation and intimidation. But he was completely out of orbitals, had a practically fractured elytra, and was in 3 fourths diamond armour with limited restocks. Not ideal. Still, he had no idea what to do. He needed materials to fight back at some point. And he needed it badly.
That's when his 2 brain cells combined and he thought of something. When he took the identity of the ‘invisible knight’ months ago, he had worked with the capital's guard force. Even though the guards themselves were literally all dead from the attempt to trap and kill Boosfer and have probably been replaced by now, they surely had some solid loot for combat.
Loot to kill all the lawmen.
Loot to kill anyone who gets in his way.
Loot to kill LettuceK.
Despite the risks of getting caught, he had no other choice. He could also take one of their tunnels at the train station far out, and maybe even meet back with Egg. It had been way too long since they had spoken. He would get rid of the lawmen in the End, and then they could make a plan on their next course of action.
Wemmbu started heading in the direction of Capital city, being cautious of any patrolling lawmen. They were practically everywhere, stupid parasites that have infested every inch of the server. It irritated him, being forced into a life of having to sneak around to avoid trouble. After a few hours of traveling on foot through various biomes, he was far enough from the prison now to slow down to a more comfortable pace, but still a long way away from Capital city.
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After what seemed like hours, he came across a base. It wasn't a typical noobie house out of mismatched dirt, planks or cobblestone, but an actual building professionally decorated and designed to intimidate. Detailed black brick walls, towering floors paired with dark accents stood alone surrounded by oak trees.
It was quite rare to see a build of this level out in the open, especially on the Unstable SMP. Not that Wemmbu cared, to be honest. What he did care about was if this player was loaded in battle resources as well.
Using some of the invisibility he had left from his prison escape, he splashed it on and cautiously lurked in through the front, scouting the area for players and their storage room. Luckily for him, there were no name tags visible. He could rob them freely. However, the whole building was sketchy as hell. What type of player would leave their base out in the open like this?
As Wemmbu pondered about this player's questionable defences, he felt the slight snap of tripwire on his shin.
Before he could even process what was being set off, a brief hiss started, warning Wemmbu what would happen in the next second before the ground exploded right under his feet. A stupid TNT trap. And a shitty one at that as well. Luckily, Wemmbu brought his shield up before the trap exploded, leaving him at about half health.
“Oopsies..”
He sure hoped the owner of the place wouldn’t suspect or mind the crater in their hallway.
After tensing up for a couple more seconds to make sure no one was alerted by the sound, he downed some golden apples and began actually observing the interior of the building. It was… strange. Where a typical decorated room would be was replaced with stacked chests upon chests. Occasional bunk beds lined the walls, suggesting that there were multiple people living at this base.
He opened one of the double chests. A couple stacks of ender pearls. Another held various pieces of diamond armour. Holy shit. This was like hitting the jackpot. Wemmbu began viciously raiding the materials and stuffing them into his ender chest, humming a made up tune as he worked. He had come across one of the invisible mafia's abandoned outposts. It was incredibly lucky that this one was left so intact, considering it was absolutely stacked in resources.
It took him back to when the mafia was still active, conquering civilizations and recruiting innocent players against their will. Wemmbu himself wasn’t too involved with all that mess, but raiding mafia outposts reminded him of his time with-
.
Oh.
Wemmbu shook his head and stood up, packing up the last of his shulkers and heading out. He would go to Capital city and get as far away as he could first. As much as he would like to kill Lettuce as soon as possible, even he knew that wasn’t the smartest choice. Lettuce had thousands of soldiers following his commands, countless armies at his disposal and resources normal players could only dream of.
Wemmbu didn’t want to think about that, so he just tried to keep his mind blank as he flew to Capital city.
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It was around midnight when he arrived. Because of the Mafia stash, he didn’t need to risk himself sneaking into the guards armoury to steal anymore. He was just going to the train station to get far out. Maybe the Great sea, or the stronghold. It didn’t really matter anymore. Wemmbu splashed invis and bridged over the city’s outer walls.
Go to the train station, pick a route and run away. That was the plan.
That was the plan.
Somehow, a civilian spotted his particles and ratted him out to the nearby patrolling guard. He had approximately 15 guards on him, all continuously attempting to get him low. Luckily, he had already made it in front of the train station before getting spotted. He sprinted inside as the others followed in pursuit, until Wemmbu reached the tunnels. This was not good. He had a minute until his invisibility ran out, and the whole world would know that Wemmbu was free and actively roaming the streets.
It didn’t matter at this point. In the heat of the moment, he picked a random tunnel and hastily grabbed a dolphin before dipping.
He tried to recall what the location on the sign mounted on top of the tunnel said. No luck. Wemmbu looked over his shoulder as he swam, seeing no guards following. How strange. Maybe they decided a random invis player in mismatched diamond armor wasn’t worth their time. Everyone was on high guard for actual threats and news at the moment, like the ongoing election and deadly players like Flamefrags.
Wemmbu had never taken a transportation method of this sort, so he didn’t really have an accurate estimate of how long it would take for him to surface again. Not too long, he hoped.
Hours blended into each other as he traversed the monotonous, seemingly endless tunnel. After what could have been an eternity, he saw a speck of light in the near distance. After the feeling of constant rushing water against his skin, he finally reached the end of the tunnelway. Abandoning his dolphin and stepping out into a dull, desolate environment, he looked around in an attempt to find any clues on where he was. There were a couple empty barrels scattered around, merely taking up space, but the area seemed overall deserted.
The towering dark oak trees cloaked the area in a thick blanket of darkness. The rising sun gleamed dimly through verdant leaves, bathing lesser-dense areas with the soft glow of morning sunlight. Wemmbu buckled forward. He hadn’t rested since his time in the Law’s prison cell. He continued forward briefly, but eventually found an overly concealed tree and collapsed onto the ground, resting against the rough bark digging into his scalp. His sleep schedule would be cooked after this, but Wemmbu closed his eyes as the narrow gaps between the trees continued to leak the sun’s light.
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Wemmbu jolted awake as he expected the familiar, rough voice of a guard commanding him to get up for breakfast. Clutching the rough, earthy ground under him, he exhaled as he got up and scanned the unfamiliar territory. Right. He was in a random forest in the middle of nowhere.
He focused his vision as he read his coordinates. 8 million blocks out. Was he even going to find anything out here?
Still, he decided to get up and scout the area. Precipitately downing some golden apples to fill his hunger, he packed up his materials and headed out, in hopes of finding something.
The sun was strong in the sky as it shone down on him. It was around midday, which was not particularly ideal for someone trying to get around unnoticed. The terrain seemed to repeat ceaselessly, following a pattern of trees, more trees, and an occasional rock. For an individual like Wemmbu, this might as well be torture. There was no entertainment out here, and he didn’t even have Eggchan with him. He was starting to feel a little.. lonely.
After a few more minutes of this repeated cycle, he came across a pig. Well, not exactly. It was more a boar. Coarse grey to brown fur laid over its entire body, and 2 miniature tusks protruded at the edges of its mouth. It looked kind of cute. Wemmbu edged closer as the boar seemed to study him for a moment before giving the most snarky snort Wemmbu had ever heard.
“Seriously? Even the wildlife out here’s got attitude..”
Subsequent to their awkward standoff, the boar turned round and trotted away. At this point in time, Wemmbu would mace any living creature in his sight, but he decided to spare the boar, despite the offence Wemmbu took from it. He trailed silently behind, before they came across a clearing. The flora developed wildly here, giving the scene an ethereal and peaceful presence.
The boar took off into the overgrown grass with a final snort as it left Wemmbu blankly admiring the beauty of the server. He really wished Egg was here right now. Birds chirped faintly in the distance as the sky fused into a palette of red, orange and purple with the setting sun. How pretty. If only he could see such sights everyday.
Wemmbu decided to settle down for the day and try to get some rest. He found a rock to lean against amongst the vivid flowering field and consumed some food before he closed his eyes, parting ways with the dim stars starting to spot the clouding sky.
Wemmbu awoke to a soaked environment. His hair was a tangled mess, and trying to comb it through with his fingers only made it worse. The ground beneath him was muddy and sloppy. He scrambled up, wiping his stained clothing with whatever greenery he could grab. Seriously? The ONE time he thought he could have something nice, fate glanced and decided that he did not at all deserve it. The greyed clouds continued to drizzle rain, making Wemmbu’s already negative mood even worse. Why the hell did he decide to not sleep under cover that night?? Whatever. He trampled over back to the trees, trying not to crash out. The skies seemed to have no intention of ceasing the rain, so all he could do was continue traveling while trying his best to stay dry.
Hours later, the rain finally let up, finally giving Wemmbu a break from the hassle of having to wring his long hair every minute. It was that, or let water uncomfortably travel down his back constantly. It got so bothersome that at some point, he considered just cutting it and ending that dilemma once and for all.
Most likely losing 2 years off his lifespan from that experience, Wemmbu also still had no idea what to do. He hadn’t actually thought of his next plan of action after fleeing so far out. Maybe he could train, or start a civilization (We all know that would go horribly).
After VERY carefully contemplating his options, he decided to go train. It would benefit him if he decided to kill LettuceK in the future, anyway. Problem was, he didn’t exactly have anything to train on.
…
“Oh!”
He could spawn some iron golems. He had a decent stash of iron in his ender chest, and being in a forest, he could most likely find some pumpkins scattered in the wild as well. He genuinely patted himself on the back for thinking of that.
Wemmbu hoped he could also find a village or something of the sort. Immensely unlikely, unfortunately. He decided to get to work farming pumpkins while drying himself off.
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After spending the rest of the day transforming into a farmer and grinding pumpkins, he had a sufficient supply of materials to start training. Scouting another moderately open clearing, he placed rows of iron blocks before spawning the iron golems. He windcharged up and slammed his mace directly down onto the golem, completely shattering its head. After another blow, the golem was obliterated into fragments scattered across the ground.
He swiftly slaughtered the rest of the golems, and prepared to spawn more when he heard the faint echo of a sound all too familiar to him.
The blare of the Law’s horn reverberated through the air.
Wemmbu abruptly froze. The mace almost slipped out of his hands. He immediately started panicking. Did the capital’s guards decide to report him after all? Did they find his tracks? He abandoned the area and started to flee. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or not, but he swore he could hear distant shouts and the crackle of leaves disrupting the silence.
He looked up as he ran. A small murder of crows flew opposite above him, towards the Law. He continued sprinting, but he could still make out the sound of approaching soldiers.
He kept running. If he was caught again, it wouldn’t only be awful, but humiliating.
Wemmbu finally came across a potential hiding spot. A cave, in the middle of nowhere. He could enter and mine away. He began descending down, careful to avoid tripping and stumbling. The cave continued downwards, which got Wemmbu a little suspicious. Did caves even naturally generate like this? It seemed more like an entrance to a secret base instead.
He couldn’t have been more right.
A small but charming wooden house stood over a field of mixed moss, grass and stone. A couple chests were scattered around, and a small farm was built next to the house.
But most importantly, there were banners strewn around the entire build.
Orange, with white claw marks.