Running through the woods as fast as he possibly could, Sweat dripping down off of his body as he leaped and curved his right hand back and at full speed punches a tree in his way knocking it down. Vartock then continues to run and run through the forests of brisshal trying to keep his stamina high with cardio. Vartock was the kind of guy who only enjoyed training with his free time. Vartock wanted and needed to get stronger, for he had a lot of weight on his shoulders, but then vartock stops at the front of a river, jumps into the river, and swims to the other side. Vartock gets out of the water when he stops looking up seeing a very beautiful lady in front of him wondering by. Vartock had not seen too many people here but figured well I mise will introduce myself, Vartock walk towards the girl seemingly lost or not sure where to go. Vartock, out of breath, calmed down as his face turned blank, the water dripping off of him. He walked up to her with a genuine smile on his face kind of nervously, as he said hello to try and grab her attention. Vartock "Well hello there, My name is Vartock, what is your name?" @Camille
A harsh white light enveloped Camille, causing her eyelids to flutter as she transitioned away from the pale grey character creation room. She’d been there for hours as she carefully sculpted her own image until it resembled something close to perfection. It became clear as her eyes began to adjust that she had been transported into the heart of a very old forest. That’s how it appeared, anyway. She had to keep reminding herself it was just a game. The student had never had the time or money for such distractions in the past and even the equipment she was connecting with now was a hand me down from her roommate. As such, this was Camille’s first time experiencing virtual reality and she couldn’t help but be amazed by the technology. She wondered if all of the games looked and felt this realistic. She approached the nearest tree and pressed the rubber soul of her boot up against the rough bark. It was a gnarled thing with a trunk that branched off at peculiar angles and a speckling of green moss highlighting the curves. “Good lord!” She exclaimed upon feeling the weight of it beneath her kick. Her tow scraped along the edge as she stood back to take in her surroundings with a deep breath. Any way she looked at it, this place felt as real as any memory she had of the woods back home. Camille wondered where she was in relation to everything else in this world and so she raised her palm towards her face to reveal a futuristic display of some kind. She remained eerily still as she scrolled through in search of a map but finally gave up, with a shake of the head. Her dark bangs fell over her eyes and she brushed them aside before venturing further down the path. She heard the gurgling of a river and headed down towards the water’s edge. The ground shook as something uprooted a tree on the far bank. The girl froze as it landed, peering wide eyed into the dense underbrush with discerning eyes. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when the leaves began to rustle. She hurried down the path, hoping to avoid the coming danger before slowing to a halt. Camille reckoned this was probably the stomping grounds for a lot of new players. Maybe whoever it was would be willing to help… or maybe she’d draw the short end of the stick. A man’s voice disrupted her fretting and she looked up at a smiling face. “Oh, um… Mi- Camille.” She stumbled over the words. “Was that you making that ruckus before? I was fixin’ to holler if something jumped out of the bushes.” She giggled awkwardly before falling silent and eyeing him warily. “I don’t have to worry about you, right? I hope you’ll go easy on me… this being my first time and all.” tag: @Vartock
The first noteworthy sound was a tumultuous crash; the creak of splitting bark and fibre, the rustling of agitated leaves, finally concluding with a second tremendous thud. A panicked raven fled over Izavelle's head; the girl hardly flinched, instead adopting a pensive frown with which to regard the not-so-distant cacophony, though it was as yet obstructed by the forestry. "Hmm," the girl murmured to herself. The sound was threatening unto itself, yet the potential for some inconquerable hostility was contradicted by a video game's ordinary structure of avoiding placing difficult objectives too near to where new characters freshly spawned. "Well, it's only pain," she reckoned aloud, smiling softly and diverting her path towards the sound. The female picked her way through the trees, careful not to snag her ivory robe on any groping thorns. What she found, as her ears rightly prophesied, was a swiftly flowing river, and, rather than some perilous and antagonistic giant, merely two other people talking on the close-side bank, some twenty meters away, both a male and female. Silently, Izavelle cast her eyes to the right, finding a quaint arched bridge roughly the same distance from her reaching over the stream. "I don't ... worry ... you, right? I ... you'll go ... me ... first time and all." Izavelle was able to catch some of the girl's speech over the running of the river. She felt an instant kinship arise, seeing as she was situated similarly, though for the moment made no move to approach, lingering at the treeline with her arms folded into her sleeves. Her eyes moved to the male, a slightly more intimidating prospect with his brimming musculature, even if he wore a pearly grin. What of him? @Vartock, @Camille
Warm patches of dappled light danced across Camille’s features as she awaited the man’s response. Her brittle grin began to fade after a moment’s pause and she shifted uncomfortably, taking a tentative step back. She had tried to be coy in the hopes of garnering mercy from the more experienced player. She hadn’t yet stumbled upon a weapon and if they came to blows her game was sure to meet a swift and painful end. The tension mounted as the seconds ticked by and she noticed the burly man’s eyes had grown distant, almost as if he were listening to a voice other than her own. Vartock’s image flickered like a mirage before vanishing entirely. This left Camille alone on the forest path once again and she lowered her arms with a chuckle. She’d been too frightened to notice herself flinch at the time but now she felt silly. “He signed off?” She wondered aloud to herself before glancing this way and that. She still had no idea where she was supposed to go and she hadn’t seen anyone else in the area. She thought she might follow the road a little further but it wasn’t long before she was raising her palm again to reference the map. tag: @Izavelle Rocherre (I'm just going to write Vartock out by saying he logged out of the game. If he decides to rescind his mod request he can jump back in by saying he logged back in.)
What transpired next was unexpected: Rather than continue in conversation, the brawny male flickered and vanished. For a moment Izavelle glanced around, uncertain as to whether this was some sort of movement ability, but as the long seconds dragged on, it seemed that if the apparition was even still a part of the game, then he was no longer nearby. Similarly confused was the brunette Izavelle was still observing from a distance; the girl turned her head about in a similar manner but seemed not to catch sight of the robed figure, even if her snowy gown was the antithesis of camouflage. All semblance of threat had now vanished: Present was merely this nameless, ostensibly novitiate stranger, all alone in the woods. Quietly, though without malignant intention, Izavelle followed her quarry as she set off down the road parallel to the flowing river; Izavelle rushed somewhat to catch up. "Excuse me," she politely hailed from behind the woman she knew not to be named Camille, once within earshot. Adopting an amicable expression, she raised her hand in a lofty wave. Hoping that the other female would notice her and pause in her stride, Izavelle eventually settled back into her pensive, arms-folded pose once she was close by. "I could not help overhearing your conversation just now," she explained herself. Her voice was soft like cotton wool. "You are a new player, yes? I am as well." She extended a doll-like hand towards the other, whereupon her smile became only sunnier. "I am Izavelle Rocherre. So glad to meet you." @Camille
The sounds of a guttural and incomprehensible language could be heard shouting what could only be curses upstream of the winding river. Soon, a lone barrel would come along the bend of the waterfront, passing a clearing of trees and rippling down the stream rocking back and forth. Several arrows were dug into the flesh of the barrel, as well as a spear that had been driven into it before snapping off. Trailing not far behind was a makeshift raft with a sail made hastily stitched together clothes that many of the common NPCs in the area wore. Five creatures no taller than a human child stood upon the floating platform, revealing themselves to be the source of the shrieks and curses. Three of them were hanging near the front of the raft with makeshift spears in hand, angrily prodding in vain at the barrel before them. As the oddity grew nearer to passing the two adventurers on the shore, the barrel suddenly hit a large rock and the contents broke open. A pale haired man with a navy garb unfurled from the innards of the barrel, with a small treasure chest of goblin make in hugged greedily to his chest. The goblins did not react quickly enough to deliver a blow against the now exposed man, scrambling towards the aft of the raft as they inadvertently passed him. In their frantic rush the raft began to shake, and two of the goblins ran into one another, causing them both to fall into the river. The man scrambled to the shore, spotting two figures talking to one another nearby. With the treasure box still in hand and a thin blade sheathed at his side, he put a small smirk on his face as he began making a run for it in their general direction. Meanwhile, the olive skinned creatures cast a rope over a rock on the shore and hastily pulled themselves in. They dismounted, and were soon followed by a single goblin returning from the waters of the river… the other that had fallen in was nowhere to be seen. With spears in hand, the four remaining creatures began rushing angrily after the silver haired man. @Camille @Izavelle Rocherre (Leeroy!)
Vartock remained hidden in the woods looking at all the player's gather he only made an illusion using phantasmia of himself to greet the lady @Camille in order to see how she would react. Vartock did disappear only because of real life issues outside the tf but now he is back and his resolve has never been stronger than it is today. he then walked out to where all of the people that were standing and decided to greet himself *Vartock* Hello everybody hear my name is vartock, I do not bite, much, lol, *vartock Chuckled to himself as he stared everyone who entered this rp* I apologize for my absence, medical issues and personal problems extend back into my personal life I am afraid. but no I am here and I am will to see ourselves greet, befriend, and chat with each other, if fack how about we all come together in a circle like in kindergarten and kick it old school, I will start. Vartock walked towards a middle area of the wooded area and held out his hands in greeting formation to try and grab the attention of the other weary players.
So deep was her concentration on the map in her hand that the faint sound of footsteps coming up behind her went entirely unnoticed. It wasn’t until someone called out to her that she came to a halt, smoothing out the back of her pleated mauve mini skirt before looking round for the source of the disembodied voice. It found form in a petite woman swathed in an elegant robe of pure, dazzling white. Her hair was shoulder length as well but it dripped like warm brown honey where Camille’s shot out like dishevelled black wires. “Oh!” She exclaimed before returning the woman’s infectious grin. She was glad to hear that Izavelle was a newcomer as well. It at very least gave them some common ground. “Er... Camille Hawkins! Sorry I didn’t notice ya before on account of all this.” She gestured all around at the manufactured forest with an overwhelmed expression before clasping the woman’s delicate hand inside her own. “Wow!” Camille blurted out, “You’ve got a pretty smile.” She hoped Izavelle wouldn’t feel insulted. She recalled some gossip magazine warning against superficial compliments. It was generally better to bring up people’s accomplishments or sense of style than to comment on their physical appearance but she wasn’t sure if that rule still applied here in the game where everyone’s appearance had been carefully crafted. In the end, Camille reckoned she was probably safe either way. Izavelle had kind eyes and they seemed to be getting on alright. “Vartock! You’re back.” Camille suppressed a giggle at his joke, beaming with delight all the while. They were well on their way to forming a little party and there was safety in numbers. It was after his explanation for his absence that her expression changed to that of concern. She let out a little gasp and clutched her chest, “Bless your heart! I hope your illness isn’t too serious.” Her mind raced with disheartening possibilities as she jumped from one scenario to the next until he drew her attention yet again with another suggestion. She reckoned maybe he wanted to do some sort of ice breaking activity. Camille was really great at these sorts of things. The key was to always insist on going last, that way she could just repeat someone else’s likes or interests so it seems like they have a lot in common. Vartock volunteered to go first, which suited her just fine. She moved to follow him but halted at an unexpected combination of sounds. “What’s that over yonder?” Camille wondered aloud as she squinted up the river at a bobbing barrel. As the object was swept nearer, she began to notice the objects protruding from it and the whoops and hollers of a rowdy bunch that followed in pursuit. “Heavens to Betsy!” She breathed before ducking down into the vegetation and out of sight. The weird little scamps pursued their floating quarry with a savagery that made her stomach lurch. She’d just begun to wonder about the object’s contents when it burst open and a man tumbled out into the river. He was pretty to look at in a subtle way and she admired his gumption as he struggled to shore with his stolen goods nestled under his arm. She was sort of fascinated by the scene before her as the goblins struggled to correct course and nearly passed the man entirely. She let out a little yelp of surprise as he came splashing out onto the riverbank nearby. The waterlogged thief was headed straight for them and the whole lot of miscreants followed close behind. @Izavelle Rocherre @Vartock @Zakari Amaretto
Vartock realized he there was another female in this conversation, and looked over at her and invited her to come chat with him and camile, I am sorry what was your name again? @Izavelle Rocherre Vartock Watched as the nervous @Camille approached him and asked about his conditions, but returned her gaze with a laid back smile. *vartock's reply* In my real real life it is my back I have bulging discs in my spine which cause me great pain inside but not too fear I..... Before vartock could finish he heard the same sounds Camile heard as she ran to the bushes, vartock surprised by the way camile reacted. Then again vartock realizes everyone is different and reacts differently, I joined this site to stay away from the political bs of the real world. Vartock continued thinking to himself, Everyday I have to hear how you can't stare at people like this or you can't say things like that. Vartock continued ranting in his mind before the the sounds of wood breaking open behind him. He turned around only to his amazement to see that the world here was not so different from the world he was from. he was literally seeing this man pull a stunt aladdin did in the disney movie stealing gold from goblins. Vartock laughed out loud at the whole site, then quickly turned to camile who was still hiding, it's okay sweetheart you have nothing to fear, I will not let anybody hurt you I promise. Vartock stopped for a second to realize what he just said to her and then continued nervously trying not to offend her as he spoke, I...I am sorry I call all girls sweethearts...it's not a flirt or an insult it's more or less a compliment or a nickname... it's nothing personal, I mean you are beautiful but I would never force you to make any rash decisions against any beliefs you may have *vartock starting to blush as he realized wow I have no idea how to talk to girls, as he face palms himself* He then turned around to the scene of the man washing up on shore as he awaited for him to make it to his feet, vartock folded his arms with a blank stare on his face. He remained vigilant as he knows not to trust thieves, especially those capable of stealing from goblins without sudden death. @Zakari Amaretto Vartock felt intrigued though he was hoping that maybe this man was the violent type for vartock being the martial artist he loved to fight. Fighting was his addiction, he absolutely loved the sport of combating with someone one on one. I loved it back in the day I always won my fights, vartock was thinking to himself. Then he shook his head remembering to be open minded that this world is different for all he knew this guy was some scared nervous little pushover. Needless to say Vartock wasn't going to let harm come to anybody as he was always like that no matter who you were.
