Open - A new flame ignites

Kaen stood in the gray room looking at this random amagomation of a character he’d soon be inhabiting. Taking a few minutes staring at it, wondering what the character generator was going for with the current models large poofy Afro, large short arms, and thin gangly legs, before erasing it and starting the character modeling after his own physical appearance. Kaen picked up the tools before him and began his meticulous work of trying to get this body as familiar as possible to what he was use to. He continued his work for what felt like hours before finally being satisfied with what sat before him.

Taking a few steps back Kaen took one final look over at his craftmamship. A somewhat tall and thin oriental looking man who looked just into his early twenties, with medium length layered black hair. Making sure the height was correct so he would have no issues with his movements he thought one thing was missing. The eyes, he realized, where too plane and needed a bit more then just the brown he’d always had. With the last few alterations of changing the color to a deep red he accepted the character model before him and closed his eyes ready for what this world had to offer.

When Kaen opened his eyes he saw an expansive blue sky above him and lush trees surrounding him. He couldn’t believe how clear this world appeared and for a second questioned if it was actually real. Trying not to think too hard about it Kaen opened his menu to check his stats and starter gear to make sure it all was equipped and he wasn’t standing there naked. With little difficulty moving his new body Kaen made his way to the nearest town of Honeyhome.

Within a short time Kaen arrived at his destination seeing both players and npc’s all about living what appeared to be both normal and exciting lived. Not sure what to do he began to just explore the town just to try to become familiar with it. After some time of just walking the streets of the town he decided it was about time to try and take up this worlds equivilemt of quests. With this new goal in mind Kaen set off to not only get a guest to complete but also to get some ally’s along the way.

 

It was quite a good day in the marketplace of Honeyhome Village. NPCs and new players alike were going into shops, buying and selling and taking up some quests fit for the new players' low levels. It was a common sight that people flock to the bulletin board of the village, taking tabs on the missions that were posted by NPCs and players alike. When suddenly...

"Hey, that's my purse! Come back here!" Some woman, who by her adornments was a rich person, was shouting and chasing a thief who was running away laughing, purse in hand.

Yeah, things like random pickpockets feasting on other people's hard-earned money were considered as common happenings in this marketplace. Anyone who was visiting this marketplace would never leave until he would see a random pickpocket and a person chasing him. But sometimes weirder things happen, and it always would involve players.

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"Crap, this was really heavy," Bradwynne muttered to himself while he was patting his face dry with a hand towel. He was carrying a very long wooden pole across the street, to deliver it to a manor some meters away. Well it would seem that no other people would do this menial task, and so the hardware store owner posted a notice in the marketplace that he was searching for a person to deliver a wooden column to some aristocrat, and Bradwynne, who had not much to do, accepted the notice. Now he quite regretted his decision.

He then stopped at the crossroads, Now he did not remember where was the blasted manor that needed the column. Well maybe it would be this alley to the left, he thought, since he crossed that alleyway earlier to see which way should he go. He turned towards the alley...

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"Come back here!" the rich woman shouted at the thief while the wild chase continued. The thief was laughing as he was outrunning the rich lady due to the girth of the latter. When suddenly, he saw a large wooden column about to smash on his face. The thief tried to slow down, but the column was faster, and it connected to the thief's face, tossing him back towards the ground. The thief managed to stand up, shouting to the person in white robes, "Hey watch it!" when suddenly, the column connected again to his face and he was knocked out for good.

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"Wait, maybe it was the other alleyway to my front," Bradwynne muttered under his breath as he turned back towards the road he was walking on, and was about to walk when he noticed a person sprawled near his feet. Bradwynne tried to ask if he was all right, when he heard a woman, saying, "There's the thief!" He then stared at the woman, and she was pointing at the person on the ground. Bradwynne was still in the dark when the woman thanked him for stopping the thief, and gave him some coins for it. He even wondered for what was that gold, as he continued walking along the road, carrying the huge column.

 

The world as viewed was in a mast of islands. Rather than a single large massive world, with islands in the sea. These islands happened to appear in the sky. Clouds could be seen floating from below. If one were to jumo, who would know what they would find below the massive layer of clouds. That was where Ilya had found herself. It felt to her as if she had been among the islands forever as if they were her home. She watched as people seemed to merge past her. The islands all represented some sort of terrain or element. The single island she stood on held endless rolls of grass. They seemed to move around in the wind, yet it was just the tall grass floating around. The island closest to her seemed to be a forest of sorts. From within the forest, Ilya could see a glowing sort of shine. It was vibrating off the clouds around seemingly 'calling' to Ilya. Her eyes scanned the area around her almost instantaneously wanting to go over and check out the light that had drawn her in. She looked around to see what she could use to get over, before stopping one of the nearby people. "How do I get over there?" The person had simply stared at her confused. It wasn't long before a pair of wings appeared from the person's back, nodding to Ilya. Her eyes seemed to pop from her skull as she watched the human take flight. She whipped her head around as she looked to see if she had wings of her own. Not finding anything behind her back, she frowned. "How do I get a pair?" A single word seemed to be whispering through the grass, believe. Ilya closed her eyes, for a moment she believed that she herself, too had wings. It was not long before Ilya turned her head once again. This time, there was a pair of two sparkling clear wings on her back. Grinnind and letting out a laugh she took to the sky. Ilya was shaken awake from her dream by an unsuspecting NPC. "Miss. Are you alright?" Ilya stood to her feet at once.. Where was she? Relaxing, Ilya realized that she had come back to the starting city to train her skills and hone in on the information that various NPCs would give out. Ilya let out a soft yawn before turning around in a full circle to take in her surroundings.

Ilya had fallen asleep on a bench in the middle of the town's center. Deciding it was about time to seek information from around town, she looked back to where the NPC had been standing when he had woken her up. He was gone. Shaking it off, she began to explore the town seeking someone who might be of help.

As Ilya kept walking around the town, she managed to stumble across a scene of refreshment. A small glint of a gold coin. Ilya faced her body towards where the action was taking place. There stood a tall human. He had pale blonde hair that shone despite the shadows that coated the area around him. His eyes from afar ways off seemed to be white of color, yet as Ilya kept staring she noticed were actually a pale blue. Ilya noted that the man had a large wooden column on his shoulder. She cocked her head to the side silently, wondering why he was carrying it. I wonder if he might notice me. Despite wanting him to not notice her, she decided to make the first move. "Helping out with people around here, Huh? Or perhaps making a deal?" Her eyes befell the fallen man and the supposedly NPC standing next to the man.

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Out Of Character: Sorry for the crappy and terrible post. I am using my phone, and a bluetooth keyboard.. Besides I did not know what to write

 

Emerath was trying to familiarize himself with Honeyhome. The war had been eventful. Astorea had been eventful. But Honeyhome was quiet, and though there was a buzz in the air from recent events, it was still just a small down in the middle of a remote forest, with a simple life to live. Also the buzz was probably just bees, once Emerath thought about it a bit more. It was called Honeyhome after all.

But none of that mattered much. Emerath was on a mission to discover more about this town and its people. He had worked to find and liberate chickens. He had fought wolves. He had then gone and fought in a war. It all felt like ages ago now. But Honeyhome was still the same, and the people milling about were just simple people. But someone stood out. Someone who appeared to be just as starry eyed as Emerath had been when he had first walked into this remote town. A black haired man, with piercing red eyes. "Not something you'd probably see on an NPC, that's for sure. Unless that NPC is a vampire. I wonder if this town has a sub plot of vampires running around in the darkness. Though, I feel like werewolves would be more accurate."

Emerath mused to himself about his recent thoughts as his feet carried him in the direction of the black haired man, and he found himself soon crossing paths with him, before placing himself directly in front of him. "This might seem forward," he would say, after cutting the black haired man off, "but you appear to have the look of a player. An adventurer in this merry game. If you're an NPC, you'll look at me with scorn, yes I've seen it before. But if not, you'll probably not look at me like I'm all that crazy. I do hope it's the latter. I don't see many NPCs with piercing red eyes. Generally a player choice." Emerath smiled and rubbed his chin, waiting for the answer that would come in the form of the look he was given, before muttering, "Oh, I forget my manners. I'm Emerath."

@Kaen