As our brave hero ventured off once more to the Forest; he'd find himself on yet another mission. It was always some cute little thing in need of the great and sexy Aaron Steele to rescue her, but it was fine. He'd make his way towards some small bar small ways away from his target. Once there he'd send out a message to folk in the local area;

Message to All:

Mail

Hey, it turns out this damsel in distress is the bridesmaid of another hottie soon to be married; the thing was she totally lost the ring and like couldn't remember where. But, she tots remembered that there was something that spooked her in the Adecus Forest.

Like she thinks she left it there when making out with some guy and well the story gets complicated and really boring from there. The point is, If we get this ring, We'll be invited to the wedding. If we get into the wedding, free food, drinks and lots of single folks. That and it would totally be the right thing to help people right?

Well, to be honest, I just want to make out with this chick But I am afraid I will only be allowed a single Plus one. That means this is a first come, first serve mission. So meet me at the small bar just south of the Adecus forest.
From: @Aaron Steele

As the male shifted his gaze about the bar he'd tap for a beer and pay the male. Sitting there he'd listen to the banter and note a few fine looking females around, his eyes shifting back to the details of the mission he'd smile. A faint optional task read to keep the ring for himself. Shaking his head he'd shift his gaze to the goal and take note of the last location she was at; something about a lake inside the forest and wolves. Already he was starting to regret this task, but he knew that there was no gain without some pain and tonight would be on of debauchery and sin. So fuck it, if he was going to party hard he had to play hard.

Taking another swing of his beer he'd shift his gaze to the bartender, "So anything I should know about these parts, other than it's riddled with animals and a good hunting ground?" he'd ask some curiously, the bartender laughed as he nodded some and poured another beer as all did, nothing was free. Paying for it, he'd drink and explain a bit. Well, lad. I suggest you be mindful of the bears and if you see a white wolf and I mean pure white large beastly wolf. Turn and walk away. Some say it belongs to a member of the Elysid Court., others claim it's the one who fights a much larger and evil beast; the black wolf. A sort of Evil and Good who does battles in the woods; so disturbing that balance will lead to much trouble.

Even the most prestigious hunters have found this out the hard way. He'd point to a man not far off with a missing hand. Tyr is a legend round these parts best of the best and he was no match for the black wolf. Thing nearly bit his head off too, hence the eye patch; he dubbed the beast Fenrir. A faint smile passed the Knights lips as he nodded, "Alright, so avoid the big wolves, be mindful of bears. Should I always check another castle for my princess too?" he'd say mockingly the Bartender lost scolded him for making light of the advice. Just go ya wise ass, lucky I like your money more than you or you'd be out of here. Laughing Aaron would place another coin on the table, "I could say the same about the beer." he said the two laughing as he got up to head over towards a table to meet whoever showed up.

[OOC: Only one other may post here; this is meant to be a 1 on 1.]

 

The struggle against the oak barks some hours walk from here had left The Admiral exhausted and in need of rest and respite. Without a horse to travel far and fast he was limited to the genial trudge to this roadside establishment surrounded by a hovel town. It had that rustic sort of fantasy ruralism you looked for if you were into generic fantasy protagonist origin stories, or a weekend honeymoon in the trendy little English resorts that still did bed and breakfast. Neither particularly appealed to the Admiral who needed an urban environment to thrive on the attention, but... it wasn't without its felicity and serenity.

Their names were Felicity and Serenity, and according to their very lengthy NPC biographies, they were twin sisters. As if that hadn't been perfect enough, they apparently had no issue sharing. Him. With one another. Despite the many long hours that he had rented the tavern bedroom for, only the minimum five had been spent logged out for actual character rest, as the game required. The rest of it was the sort of pay-per-view debauchery that... Well, that people bought VR equipment for in the first place, he supposed. He stretched out in the bed and felt the warmth of a sister on either side, yawning and rubbing the head of the sheep that stood beside the bed, chewing on covers. He didn't remember that part. Probably happened during maintenance? Hopefully happened during maintenance, as a joke from the programmers. But as much as he'd like to say "fuck those guys" for the prank, they had detailed an impressively erotic experience for people to enjoy.

His forehead furrowed into a scowl as a message popped up from somebody looking for a party, sending out an open invite. Rude... Didn't he know some people slept in until late afternoon, after a night of vigorous virtual sex? Seemed like common decency not to harass the indecent with spam mail. Still, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the message up and skimmed it. Yadda yadda damsel, yadda yadda free food, yadda yadda wedding. None of it sounded particularly interesting except for the part about the quest giver wanting to make out with the NPC bridesmaid. Dammit. He was nobody to stand in the way of true lust's kiss and deny this whoever the pleasure he sought. He had to give this man his own Felicity and Serenity. According to the Meet data, the location was in the very tavern he was in. Even better, it was almost directly beneath his bedroom...

Pausing only long enough to put on pants, the Admiral left the rest of his inventory unequipped and opened up the window, stepping out of it. He landed with a harsh THUD upon the ground outside, taking a light amount of damage but shrugging it off. Grabbing the nearby ground-floor window, he raised it open and leaned casually on the window sill like a man about to chat up his cashier at a coffee shop.
"Heard the quest was first come, first served?" he asked, scratching at his bare chest and looking around the tavern for the person who had sent the message. Probably the guy sitting alone with two drinks. Climbing through the window, he crossed to the table and sat himself down in it, grabbing the spare beer and sipping at it.

@Aaron Steele

 

A faint smile passed as the male sat there alone for a bit, ordering a few drinks he'd sip them patiently until another arrived. Starting with five he'd widdle each one down after a few minutes. It wasn't until only two remained that another appeared. Sitting across from him he'd shift his gaze as the male took a drink and spoke. A faint smirk passed as the male part his lips, "Oh is that so? I think you misunderstood the message, I don't believe a beer was included. But again, clarity is key, so I'll chalk that up to a misunderstanding." he'd say sipping the other; claiming it his own so the other shifty one might not try to gain both. His attention shifting towards the fire he'd sip some of the beer before parting his lips from the suds to speak.

"So, you got the message and decided to come, any reason why? I mean, are you here for the woman, the ring itself or the free beer. Surely you aren't the type to just help folk without cause; you seem more the beggar type. Yeah, seem to be one who'd prefer receiving help than giving; although looks can be deceiving." Looking at the male he'd place his shield and sword upon the table; generic trash tier weaponry but still adequate enough to handle beasts in the forest, "So what skills do you have. I got my sword and board, also got a bit of a temper. You some sort of dashing rogue thief or you the beggar, shady snake oil salesman?" he'd inquire some on teasing. having a bit of playful banter between himself and the male. All in good fun, not hard feelings. After their banter was complete he'd get back to business.

"Well if you're here for the ring, I suggest you take into consideration the mere fact that It not going to be an easy task, we get no hints, no markers, and no metal detector. Assuming your a PC and not an NPC gone rogue; givenseen it a few times where their AI is too advanced for their own good. But anyways, are you certain you want to continue, no turning back util the quest is complete. If so, accept my party invite. I will discuss the mission further once you do."

Invite

Aaron Steele has invited you to their party. Accept?

Assuming the male had accepted the invite he'd adjust the party options to share loot 50/50 and begin to transfer the quest over to the male. The key poare given as followed.

• Find the Ring
• Retrieve the Ring

Optional

• Return The Ring
• Keep The Ring
• Attend the Wedding Party

So now you know the minor details let me break down what I've heard; I heard that the couple was making out by the lake, what you might not have known was they were chased off by the wolves. The bridesmaid, had a nice rack which made it very distracting but I recall her saying it may have gone into the water and gotten eaten by a fish; I don't remember what color as she had bent over to get something and my mind went elsewhere. No panties...but yeah umm we need to scout the lake; probably fish a bit if not go hunting with spears or some sort of hand catching. So prepared for some fun at the lake. The only catch is we have until tonight to catch the damn thing and it's will be noon once we get there. With two hours to get to the wedding, we have only a few hours total to search find and get a move on.

Lips curling he'd swig down the drink and raise to his feet, "So now you have the details, I'll start heading off towards the forest; if your coming I'll wait at the entrance util you get everything situated. If you're not there in ten minutes then I will leave and assume you bailed." The male would say exiting the small inn like tavern as he made his way to the forest no far off behind it, waiting he'd take his sword and give a few practice swing and body block a tree. Killing time he'd eventually take a seat beneath it and close his eyes waiting for his comrade to get a move on and head off towards the lake itself to finally begin the quest.
@The Admiral

 

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"CATCH BUT A WINK IS DANG'ROUS. THE ANIMALS ART RESTLESS. THEE HAS'T A WISHETH F'R DEATH? TOOTH AND CLAW SHALL BRINGETH THEE THY PEACE AND FALLETH"

A strange voice unlike anything Aaron had ever heard would come from right next to his left ear. It was somewhat whimsical and generally not a normal sound that human vocal cords make. However it did not seem to sound hostile either. Just very odd. The language would be like that of a very old tongue. Perhaps one used in plays in the distant past. If Aaron would open his eyes what he would see sitting next to him in the grass would be sudden and possibly unsettling. A girl of nondescript age... maybe 21+, sat right there. Holding her right knee in both hands as she stretched her other leg into the grass. Looking very relaxed and at home as if she had been here next to him for hours. Her clothes were like a sort of clown. Although not a generic looking one. Her makeup gave the impression she was meant to appear as if she was crying. She did not smile at all, but did not seem sad either... Her eyes were looking towards the direction that would be the distant lake.

"DOTH THEE KNOWETH YOND THOU ART A SLAVE TO YOURSELF? EV'RYONE DANCES AND DANCES. COEQUAL THE WOLF AND THE BEARETH, THE EAGLE AND THE LION. THE GOD AND THE FLIBBERTIGIBBET. IS THY SOUL THY OWNETH? T IS IF 'T BE TRUE THEE MAKETH T SO. DOTH THEE KNOWETH WHAT NYARLY WANTETH THEE TO DOTH? DOTH THEE KNOWETH WHAT THEE WANTETH TO DOTH?"

The woman turns her head to look at Aaron with a very thoughtful look on her face. As if she was desperately trying to understand something. Before fading away right into sunlight. As if she was never there...

​

 

There were... several things strange about what was happening here. For starters, this guy was far far pushier than somebody asking for help had any right to be. From the word "go" it was one thing after another spilling from his mouth, starting with a simple joke over the beer which was all fine and well. But then he continued and asked the Admiral's reason for joining- not bothering to pause to hear what it might be before bully-rousing and calling him a womanizer, a thief, and a leech in that order. Going on to call him in a rather colorful fashion both a snake with ulterior motives and a beggar. Then a beggar. Then a beggar. By the time he had produced a trash-tier sword and shield to show off, the Admiral was convinced this was an NPC with a broken AI, and so rather than respond to Steel he merely opened his menu and sent a message to the moderator staff while the other man kept talking. That it was an actual PC just trying to have some fun with him didn't even occur to his mind.

Aaron Steel NPC in [tavern location] quest giver, seems to have corrupted dialogue or cyclical AI pattern. Love the rest of the game though, xoxo

Having sent the PM to the game's staff, he then tuned back into whatever it was Steel was going on about, making note of the vanishing beers. Boy, that man could say a LOT of words while downing a lot of beers. Something he was saying hinted at the ring being a retrievable item in the quest, and so he decided that was what he wanted to get. It would probably be useless trash-tier crap, but having a wedding ring on hand could prove very useful for the future. And at this point, nothing would give him more pleasure than denying Steel all the ladies at the wedding, by keeping the ring and forcing the whole thing to be called off.

He accepted the party invite and was about to stand up to leave when-

Lord, the man liked words. Groaning, the Admiral remained seated and resisted the urge to slam his head into the table, wishing this was one of those games where you could hit "X" to fast forward through the flavor text and get the fuck on with things. After what seemed like a lengthy warning of what the quest had in store, and some rather unnecessary information about breasts and panties, the NPC got up and said that it was ready to go and would meet him there... then marched out without another word, heading off towards the lake. Standing, the Admiral stared in shock for several long seconds before opening his menu and equipping all the necessary items in his inventory. He took solace in the fact his own weapons were not simple trash tier things, but well crafted commons that would make him a deadlier force against whatever it was they were going to have to face. He threw on his remaining clothes to be fully dressed and began following Steel towards the lake, arriving in time for... oddness.

This whole quest was just bugged as fuck.

As Enigma sprang into being beside Steel and began to berate him for sitting and napping under a tree, which, why even... the Admiral had been like twenty seconds behind him, so why even bother sitting down? The woman went on to shout some more nonsense in a strange voice, her garb an explosion of color and chaotic medley. He listened intently to her words, frowning, wondering what this had to do with the fucking wedding ring when she suddenly faded from view and bled into the rays of light, as if they were washing her away.

Also your rainbow chick by the lake seems to have a spawning issue. Something about everything being equal with one another, but slave to itself. Pretty theory of form if you ask me. Was she important for the other NPC's quest? Do I need to drop this one and wait on a patch?

He sent the new PM to the game staff and gave an annoyed sigh, then glanced down at Steel before he could talk. There was no reason to wait for the game mods to get back to him; he might as well continue the quest as if everything were okay, but by the gods old and new there was no way he was going to put up with more talking.

"Right, you. Shut up. These are my weapons, they are better than yours. I'm going to use them to hit things until we find that stupid fucking ring, and I'm going to keep it. And if you open that loud mouth of yours again, I'm probably going to hit you too. By the way, dumbass,"

He summoned his treasure goblin from inventory and watched as the snarling little beast appeared before him, sniffing the air and licking the ground, dripping slobber and ready to run amok in search of treasure.

"I do have a metal detector... Goblin! Look for a ring nearby. You, NPC." he said while pointing to Steel with a metal hammer. "Mouth shut. Follow goblin and I."

 

As his rambling had appeared to agitate the male before him he seemed to jot down some notes or something in a message. Yet he'd continue only to finish up and leave; having paid little mind to the other he'd not noticed him leave just moments before him. As he rests near the tree; another had appeared; talking to him. Speaking in a foreign or older tongue of perhaps English he'd look confused as hell turning to the other male who then took note again and sent a message.

His only thought was, did that just happen and who was that clown. She reminded him of Harley Quinn and that immediately made him wonder if Sera would approve of her. Either way the entire odeal was werid but then again was it part of the quest or was it something else. Maybe it was questioning his motives and actions; doing for others instead of himself the slavery of his own doing. A deep thought, maybe it was another player and not NPC; a rogue clown. That might explain it...
As he'd part his lips to speak; he'd be told to shut up. Prepared to rebuttal he'd arch a brow and fold his arms across his chest. Looking over to the male as he summoned a Goblin he'd shrug, "Whatever helps find the ring I guess. But I don't plan on keeping the ring myself. So it appears that we are at cross roads; I don't imagine the thing is worth any real value nor usable. Just a junk item; maybe worse than the trash tier items we get." he'd say sighing behind the male

As they made their way towards. The lake he'd follow them, "So you have spent your gold on weapons huh. I'm more into something of use at a later date; half the stuff you get early on is replaced fairly quick. I plan to spend mine on the guild option. Heard about it. Lots of cool features." he'd say smiling as he arched a brow at the male, "So your name reads Admiral, are you a big fan of military or just like to be in charge?" he said teasing at the fact he seemed to want to lead and was easily annoyed. "Well, whatever you hit I'll block it from hitting you. Being hit with that weapon or worse; I've survived and dealt just as much back. I took Berserk, counters damage well, especially when I'm tanky." he'd say some pointing at the path shift the goblin made.

Watching he'd follow until the arrived at the lake, "So this plan was a good one; at east, we found the lake. The real question is can it swim and if so, how many fish is it going to have to search through?" he said walking over to the water's edge. He himself getting in it some before turning back, "You want to search the lake's edge I'll start combing the waters. Maybe in an hour, we meet back here. I'll go this way, you go that way. We'll cover more ground faster." he'd say as he turned to begin his journey, his feet kicking about searching the waters; seeing fish, snakes and even a turtle or two he'd be mindful not to get poisoned or attacked. However, as he made his way about he'd soon note that he was losing some health. Exiting he'd look to his legs and note leeches.

"Fucking things." he'd say to himself as he sat upon a rock on the water's edge as he began removing them. Not far off there appeared to be a wolf chasing rabbits. A faint smile passed, perhaps it was the wolf. HIs eyes following soon were blinded; a bird not far off seemed to glisten. Something shiny was hidden in the creature's maw. Raising his hand he'd open the menu and message the other player.

Mail

Hey Admiral, seems we might have found it. A bird has something shiny headed up to its nest to find it's ring or whatever unless your goblin can climb; otherwise, I'm marking my coordinates. X:134 Y:324 Z:42

He'd send the message and once more return to what he was doing arriving at the tree, he'd begin to climb. His focus remaining upon the nest. Each tug of the tree and the branches lead him closer until he made it to the nest. Sitting on the edge he'd look in it. The damn bird had stolen many shiny objects, rings at that. But none that he could distinguish as the designated ring. As such he'd grab the nest and bring it down. Landing he'd roll and get up, looking for admiral he'd show him what he found. If he was lucky the ring would be in there, if not he'd need to devise another plan or hope the other male found it.

Eyes shifting about them, perhaps he could fashion some sort of fishing pole or two from the old line and one of the rings; if a fish did get it like rumored perhaps the damn thing might bite again on the luster of the shiny rings. Not wishing to upset the admiral nor assume he failed he'd wait for the other to arrive and share his success of failure. His own curiosity peaking as he wondered if his plan was worth sharing, or perhaps if the male was in a better mood. Oblivious that his words early had any play on such feelings.
@The Admiral @Engima

 

It took a degree of self control not to just club the NPC over the head when it began talking, but he wanted to finish the quest, so he might as well try to put up with it. But that didn't mean he had to like it in the slightest. As Steel began to talk to him, the Admiral replied with terse and curt replies with all the teenaged angst his real-life player had perfected in her tween years. Almost as soon as a sentence was finished he snapped out a dismissive "uh huh," or countered a question with an arrogant "not your business, gaaaaaawh..." Eventually Steel decided they should split up, at which point the Admiral let out a loud sigh and a long "whateeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeeer..." before sulking off in a different direction, goblin latched onto one of his boots and chewing on it hungrily, snarling with each step he took.

There was really no point to this quest. The flavor text was un-motivating, the NPC giver was buggy, and he still had no idea what the fuck was up with Rachel Rainbow back there. The fact that Steel hadn't said anything about her more or less convinced him this whole thing was a giant fuck-up in need of some serious patching, so while Steel auto-searched and auto-looted for the stupid ring thing, the Admiral found a nice tree to lay down under by the lake and kicked the goblin off of his boot.

"Go find shiny things," he ordered it tersely, watching as it croaked and began to waddle off in a direction, looking for pretty and valuable things. It came back time and again with different treasures and trinkets, each one a disappointment to the berserker bard who sat and composed under the tree.

"No, that's not a ring. That's a yellow bird. How did you even catch it?"

"No... No, that's not a ring either. That's somebody's severed thumb. Please put it back where you found it, that's probably a gross quest ite- NO DON'T EAT IT!"

"No! RING! Get a RING! This is a GEODE ROCK. Sure it's sparkly I guess but it's basically worthless!"

"That's a stick of butter."

"No, that's... Is that the same god damned bird?"

Sighing, time dragged on like this for awhile until finally a message arrived from Steel, telling him to meet at some coordinates. Great... But how did you use the coordinate system? And why the FUCK was there a z-axis on it, set to 42. Was he in a giant fucking tree? Like... A god damned redwood or something? Curious, the Admiral stood up and looked around for any obvious Quest Trees in the area, but didn't see anything special. Fuck it. He might as well walk back to the lake and see if there were any obvious tracks from there, then play catch-up later.

 

As time would pass he'd sigh. Where was the Admiral, he seemed to want to get his opinion on the matter. But overall it seemed they had little to no interest in actually completing the quest or perhaps it was that they found the ring and didn't want to turn it in. Well, the latter would make sense if the quest hadn't given him the specifics once found; reading the update after checking the log after grabbing each shiny object. Grabbing the string and the ring he'd tie it up a few dozen times keeping the large bundle of string wrapped around it several times hoping to keep the integrity and strength of the tinsel. As such he'd make a shitty but simple fishing pole. Tossing the line out as it shimmered slowly pulling in on the line before feeling something hit it. His hand on the line and the stick snapping; he'd have to bring it in by hand. A task that was both fun and challenging. After a few minutes of struggling and walking into the water, he'd soon pull out a decent sized fish and toss it to the side. Grabbing his blade he'd gut the thing and search for some loot; just fish guts and such; a higher quality bait; Smothering it around the ring he'd toss it out and try again.

A faint smile would pass as he wrote a mental reminder to look into actual fishing poles in the game. His next hit larger than the last he'd fight with it getting the beast to shore; a larger fish he'd grin, progress. Checking this fish there was a crawdad in its gut; using that as bait he'd toss it out. All but a few moments later he'd be pulled into the water like a rag doll. Fighting back he'd drag and pull himself back and onto the land tugging as he'd soon pull out a giant fish; at least the size of the goblin his comrade had. A big grin passed until he saw his bloody and torn up hands. The trouble with hand lining. None the less, he'd once more search this fish finding nothing but more bait and some sort of smaller fish. Thinking on the matter he'd find a few shiners; minnows and attach it to the line; letting it jingle about the ring as he'd toss it out once more. The fish floating about for a few minutes.

Had his partner in crime searched the trees he might notice his exact coordinates weren't on 0 for the Z access but merely a 3 feet shorter. Looking at it, he'd most likely note that he was more up a small hill than in a tree. That this game took into account the surface beneath the ground; or in this case the bottom of the lake. Eyes adjusting he'd rub his head some before messaging his teammate;

Mail

Where are you broseph. I'm by the lakeside, still at the same coordinates. But if this wedding thing doesn't pan out I may just log out. So hit me up when you're nearby.

His message was sent as he laid back, relaxed and hummed softly waiting for something to bite. Seeing the goblin not far off he'd smile and wait for the other to arrive. Turning once he did; if he did. The male would part his lips, "So any luck on your end or is that Early Access Pet worthless? I feel they all are to a degree. I got a damn key and can't find the door it belongs too." he'd say chuckling before pointing to the fish; which was free for the goblin to claim. "Been using this ring I found and various baits to attract an catch some fish, care to join me. Made an extra hand line for you if so." he'd say with a smile before parting his lips once more.

So what's your deal Grumpy Gus, why are you so easily frustrated; how you like the game so far. I think it's fun, go a lot to do, someone put a lot of thought into this game. Effort and time too. So, earlier you never told me what your story was. Do you even roleplay, maybe you have written yourself as something interesting?" He'd ask curiously trying to get her to speak up some. Not really a fan of speaking himself; he'd try to help ease the tension and attitude, "Sorry about earlier. Tend to ramble on and get my foot in my mouth a lot. I've been trying to get better at it. So Admiral, why not general. Do you belong to a guild?" he asked some hoping to peak interest or at least have a civil conversation. Then again, talking a lot and being persuasive was a skill he needed to perfect if he wanted to not only open but run a successful guild; The Heroes of Felderen.
@The Admiral

 

After collecting his treasure goblin, which was no small task in and of itself considering the thing's capacity for running around and avoiding capture, he made his way to the lake. Once there the thing had leapt in, probably in search of swords at the bottom, and delayed him further. It had taken longer than he thought to fish the goblin out of the lake, luring it out with a shiny gold piece and stuffing it back into his inventory as a snarling and slobbering mess. From there it was a simple matter of walking around more or less completely lost and with no clue how to find Steel and finish this quest up. A PM arrived, from Steel. As it turned out, Steel was somewhere around the lake and still hadn't found the damn ring. He didn't even bother responding, merely kept marching forth. Pulling the goblin out once again, he unleashed its annoying frenzy upon the world and followed closely behind, eventually coming upon the other man.

As soon as he arrived Steel offered him a fishing pole and began to question him about... A great many things, not stopping to hear answer or draw breath. That marked the Admiral as officially done with all of this, and with a sigh he picked up the goblin and put it away. Starting from the top, regarding his luck finding anything, he answered each question with a brief and terse response. All in one long breath, without stopping.

"No luck, it isn't any less useless than you, I don't care, I really don't care, I'm going to fucking kill you if that ring is what we've been looking for and you're using it to fish, I'd hate nothing more than to join you, shove it up your ass, I've got no deal, you annoy me SO GOD DAMNED MUCH, it's fine I guess, that's nice, yes it does, obviously they did it's a fucking entire world to explore you don't just shit that out, I amazingly don't want to tell somebody my story for once which honestly horrifies me, obviously I roleplay, more interesting than you I'd wager, screw your apology, choke on your foot, you're failing miserably, because if I wanted to be General I'd have picked the fucking name General, and no but I've got a few ideas for one."

Taking a deep breath at the end, he immediately put both weapons away in his inventory so that his hands would be free to flip Steel the double bird, then logged out of the game immediately.

Climbing up from the futon on which she lay, Henry adjusted some pillows and set the VR helmet aside, sitting up, rolling her shoulders and stretching. She felt mildly bad for being so rude towards the end, assuming it was a PC and not an NPC, but honestly her fuel tank of metaphorical fucks was on empty after that whole... ordeal. Maybe someone's kid got onto their system. Maybe the guy was just really socially awkward. Maybe it was buggy AI and the staff would fix it. No matter which, however, the one thing she knew for sure was that she wanted to stay faaaaaaaaaaar away from Steel.

 

As the male seemed so keen on trying to repair his first impression he'd try to apologize and share personal feelings and goals with the team mate; but it seemed the short tempered being was that of little patience and eventually snapped. Sighing as they responded in a rude and entirely uncalled for manner he'd shift his gaze back to the water; sure he was awkward and not always the best at socializing but that really shouldn't have mattered in the game. But it was whatever, as the person finished responding in their single breath he'd sigh and try to smile, "Well I'm sorry you feel..." but before his words could go further he'd note the being flipping him off and logging off. A look of annoyance passing he'd open the menu and report the player to the admins.

The player known as The Admiral is a player of a short temper, ill manners and otherwise a total toxic player. May I suggest paying attention to their actions as to avoid player loss and muting them occassionally when approriate. Their behavior is very unsportsman like and they rage quit issions. I normally don't care but I truly don't see this being beneficial for the game...
Signed
A Concerned gamer

having delivered his message to an admin he'd carry on about his way. Hunting for and fishing out that lake for the ring. Time had passed and it seemed for not, yet as he got up he'd note a slight shine where the foot print of the player seemed to be, lifting whatever it was out of the dirt appeared to trigger a message for the mission. Return the ring or keep it. Frowning some he'd go against his better judgement and opt to keep the ring. Raising up the menu he'd click send object and attached message to player ID. Searching through the options he'd try one last time to fix things.

Mail

I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot; you seemed really bothered by me and again sorry. Not the most socially correct guy, but I am a good one at least I'd like to think. When you left I kept hunting but didn't find it til nearly the end. It was surprisingly under your foot; where your print was left over I found the ring. I've sent it to you against my better judgment as a gift. I've also completed the quest and didn't kick you from the party. I'd really like to try being friends, if not feel free to block me and be on your way. ~Aaron Steele

He'd have written as he finished up the quest; making his way back towards town. Whether this was the beginning of an odd friendship or the ending of truly toxic one. One thing was certain; he wasn't happy how it ended. So he'd stay on for a bit longer as he took his time returning to town fighting small creatures for boosts and to turn their pelt in for gold once he arrived. Eyes shifting about the forest he'd eventually land back into town. Sighing he'd look to see no message in return at least not yet. So once in a city he'd log off and call it a day.

@The Admiral

OOC: Thread can end here or pick back up your call, this is quite the interesting story though, won't lie. You're the first person to detest Aaron in a while. Kind of worried about how that will effect the guild plans. But I guess only time can tell and we'll just have to wait and see.