Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill the seven witches, though I take on this task reluctantly. Perhaps killing these witches will restore balance to the world.
This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.
I traveled across the desert, searching for a way out. Fortunately, crossing on horseback was much faster than crossing on foot.
Midday I found a well with fresh water! Lightning drank deeply. She needed it. She was carrying heavy armor, a saddle, and me with all my gear.
We reached the edge of the desert by late afternoon; Lightning celebrated by jumping into the lake! The water was cool, but I learned that horses can’t carry people across deep waters. It took me a few hours to figure out how to get her out.
I found a town, a nice place called Morto. The crops here were plentiful; the city was situated on a hill overlooking the surrounding plains. They were close to water and coal veins. At night, the people walked around calmly. Despite being close to a desert, these people seemed like they were in a safe place.
I told them about the pyramid I destroyed, and they said it hadn’t been inhabited in 65 years. The desert was receding slowly, but not fast enough.
Have the witches really been trying to corrupt this world for 65 years? I asked.
Longer, the village elders told me. Evil does not simply arise on a whim one day. It plots, and it waits. Some people think hatred, anger, power, or strength are the primary attributes of evil, but that is not so, said the village elder. Evil’s primary virtue is patience. It waits, and calculates, and strikes when people are weakest.
I was going to move on; I told the villagers about my plan to find the swamplands. But before I left, I investigated the blacksmith. Inside I found a diamond suit of horse armor! This is one of the most valuable possessions available! Nobody crafts diamond armor anymore, let alone a suit large enough for a horse! I could not fathom the amount of diamonds needed for such a prize! Somebody must have dug deeply into the earth.
I could not take it. Even if I gave them my gold armor the scale would be massively imbalanced. I needed to earn this gift: no more stealing from villagers. Those few ingots of iron and gold I stole a few weeks back feel petty and worthless now.
This village had a priest, but the priest had no place to host a congregation.
So I made the village a deal: let me build you a church, a sanctuary from evil, in exchange for the diamond armor.
They tentatively agreed, but said they would make the trade only if the church was worthy of the Lord’s name.
That’s a tall order. I’m not sure I can construct such a building, but I would try.
I went back into the desert with my horse. There were mountains of sand there, but the weight of the sand over the years has crushed it into sandstone. This would be the perfect building material: it was abundant; it was easy to mine; and most importantly, the material contrasted with the rest of the town’s architecture. This church would be its jewel.
I made numerous trips into the desert over the course of a week, hollowing out one of those sand mountains. I broke many pickaxes in the process.
Building was slow, as monsters came out at night, attacking the city. This church was also tall, and that meant I had to be careful. A few times I fell from great heights, but fortunately I always survived.
As I neared completion of the church, I started to wonder: two buildings were very close to the church and ruined the aesthetic. The church felt crowded. These buildings needed to be burned. The villagers were uneasy when I suggested this to them, and some felt that no church could be considered holy if people’s homes had to be razed. I understood, but if they wanted a church to be worthy of the Lord’s name, then the church needed some breathing room: approaching it should be an awful experience.
Once the church was complete, chandelier lighting the tower, I planned the burn.
First I blocked off the doors so the villagers wouldn’t go inside. This would be a controlled burn. Nobody was going to get hurt on my watch.
Then I used flint and steel to set the buildings on fire.
The buildings were only partially made out of wood: in the morning I had to clear away the cobblestone with my pickaxe.
The church was now finished and looked splendid against the wide prairie sky.
I used some of the cobblestone to fill in holes and caves surrounding the village. Monsters spawn in caves. Now that I had fresh material, I argued, I would be leaving the village a little safer than it was before I arrived.
Before leaving, I went inside the church one last time to admire it. I dubbed it the Church of Foundation. The Lord is our foundation, and this church, firmly established on the grasslands, proves that.
The villagers gave me their approval, and the priest was excited to begin worship. I would spend the night, then leave in the morning.
The night, though, proved wicked. I went to the house I’d been staying in, but found eight other villagers crammed into a small room. Why were they all here when they had a nice new church to seek refuge in?
I went outside and realized it: the church was overrun with zombies. Villagers had sought refuge in there, but they either got there too late or opened the doors when they shouldn’t have. Two of them were now zombies: the priest, the one who I had constructed this church for, was now dead.
I did the only sensible thing I could do: I killed the zombies.
A somber mood fell over the village. I had spent all this time building a church. I razed two houses to make room for it, promising it would be worth it. And on the inaugural night, the priest is bitten and turns undead. With the priest gone, who will lead the people now in worship? Will this church sit unused, or will somebody step up and help this town heal?
I don’t know. I’ve worn out my welcome and it’s time to go. I left the town in disgrace. I suited Lightning up with the diamond armor I’d earned, but I was too dejected to enjoy it.