The nimble caster's smile split their face, eyes lit up in excitement as the fire flew along its course and made contact. Fur singed away and the wolf let out a death knell of a howl as it tensed and collapsed. The beast must have been incredibly weak to go down so easily. Understandable, since they were in the starting area after all. The developers had been very thorough in their details if the faint scent of burning fur and "cooked" meat denoted anything. Rook, after a moment's realization, dropped their gaze to the deck and flipped through it quickly. The three cards used to cast had turned into the fireball and- Ah, there The Queen of Wands was. They must have automatically returned to the deck once the spell had finished and Rook smiled down at her severe face. There was a notably motherly look to her, but her eyes had a firm set that bespoke a mother's wrath. A surprising detail they hadn't expected to see put into it. They could certainly appreciate it though and felt endeared to the deck already. These cards would certainly see them through all terrasphere could threaten. The sound of splintered wood startled them back to themselves and they moved toward the tree with a curious hum. Rook had attacked the wolf in the first place because something had seemed trapped above and despite them forgetting, whatever it was wasn't content to remain up there. They were about to call up when they suddenly found themselves moving back to avoid the branch tumbling its way down. Rook was less surprised when one of the races they could have chosen finally found purchase on the ground. Felis, right? For a moment Aiden almost found himself responding before he caught himself. Rook was different. Rook was connected to things not-here and thus was different to him, to other characters. The momentarily blank expression on their face curled into a mild half-smile. The caster lifted their hand to give a small wave and grinned as the spoke. "Hi," they parroted back, though they drew it out longer and lilting. "Daggers for teeth? Yes, better for biting back." They swiped their thumb soothingly over the back of their cards as she examined her daggers. Perhaps she'd forgotten the shortcut to it, leading to her problem with the wolf. Had to be, considering how easily it dropped. Like a mayfly. "But the ash cat wanted to help. She made it still. Odd for the cat queen to come to a cat's aid." They leaned forward slightly, rocking on their toes. Their voice to on a conspiratorial tone as they whispered to the other player. "They aren't of packs like the moon's hounds, after all." @Rye Emerson
He was skeptical about the source of this strange client and who the sponsor was that offered it to him. Caspar was not one that simply stepped into a situation without thinking. Especially when he wasn't a adapt gamer. But the opportunity had arisen, there was no turning back now. Upon entering the dive, Caspar began with the creation of his avatar. His anxiousness to begin playing the game caused him to divert his effort away from crafting his appearance. He used his own likeness as the base for his character before making the alterations. Tanning his skin, increasing his height and altering several angles of his facial features. "Impressive." He'd mutter to himself. Caspar had not used Full Dives many times before. Any time he did so in the past was out of research purposes, not to enjoy himself. The process of crafting and naming his character would take about five minutes before he entered the game-world-proper. When finally materializing within the Open Area, Caspar opened his eyes as Damon. A slight stagger at the start, but aside from that Damon was feeling well. The wind would breeze past him and as the smells from a stand beside him pushed its way into his nostrils. For a while he stood and allowed his vision and senses to adjust to the new environment. This action was stopped though as Damon found himself being pushed away by one of the NPCs running the stands. Apparently he spawned right behind a vendor and this caused the woman to think Damon as a thief. Sucking his teeth in response Damon would follow this by flipping off the NPC. Backing his way into the open area to see a multitude of people gathering into groups and talking. Gunmetal orbs scanned the scene while flicking back to his hand and the menus that would appear. A sigh released and faded into the wind. "The hell am I suppose to be doing anyway?" He asked himself aloud. Looking around for something obvious to do, a great pillar of light caught his attention. Narrowing his eyes on the subject Damon could see several other players going towards this conjuration. "Perhaps that is something to do?" He asked himself before running towards it. During this trek, Damon would come across the scene of a a magi-type character attacking a wolf. From what he could tell this player was attempting to kill of this beast to save another player. Commendable if anything other than time consuming. In a flash of flame the beast was slain and the situation defused. "Well that was a good job." Damon called, addressing the other white-haired player. "Saving people from wolves all there is to do around here? I am new to the whole game thing. Not too sure about everything." @Rook Whisker
Tristan booted up his system. He took a second look at the semi-cryptic instructions sent to him. Shaking his head and running a large hand through his hair, he leans back in his chair. "This had better be as interesting as you made it out to be...." A crack of the knuckles, and his fingers dance across the keyboard, and moments later, his consciousness is pulled viscerally into his headset. What passed as a loading screen flashed before his vision, before an empty field appeared. "Name? Uhh... shit, I hadn't thought that far yet. Hold on..." If he could tap his toes in thought and deliberation, he would. "M... Ma.... hrm. Mal... no, Mahl, looks cooler spelled with the silent "h". Mahl... wait. What kind of classes does this game have? I hope something with lightning... gotta love a good lightning mage. Oh! That's it! Mahlthor! What's a good surname? Something strong.... like a firm tree. Oaken.... heart. Oakenheart! Sounds good!" Another visceral pull deposits him into the character generation room. Tristan's eyes fall upon the nearly naked avatar, and a subconscious sneer creases his features. He pulls open the menu box, and start to play with the sliders and option boxes until a tall, large, athletically muscular avatar is seated before him. Nodding satisfactorily, he slams the "accept" button with all the mental force afforded him. A blinding white light pulls Tristan -no. Mahlthor, and suddenly his stomach lurches as if he himself were falling. As the light subsides, Mahlthor finds himself standing in a forest clearing, trees surrounding and with a set of stones geometrically aligned in the center of the clearing. At a loss of where to go or what to do, he lowers himself upon a single stone, and pulls up the game menu. A few minutes pass as he idly flips through it's tabs and options, mildly musing to himself as he begins to memorize it's layout. He gets to the skill list, and a deep smile sets in. Not only can he practice thunder magic, but fire magic at the same time? Awesome! Grinning from ear to ear, he closes the menu, and for the first time notices the pillar of light stretching toward the heavens. "Well... I guess that's where I need to head, then." he says aloud as he sets off in the direction of the outpost.
As the male known as Donovan had joined the game; hours after the others had. he'd managed to create a character as similar to an elf as possible, the stereotypical elf at that. Blond beautiful hair, slender but toned body. Long flowing hair braided in the back, pointed altered ears. The elf enthusiast had only a few goals with his character. The first and foremost was to live out his dream; having been a huge nerd in reality and one who LARPed on the weekly he'd spend his free time and nights playing the game; experiencing his roleplay in a whole other level. Since he was late to the game due to character customization he'd see few and few folks spawning into the map. But that was of little to no importance. As such the male would slowly and casually make his way about the stands, a wide smile passing as he waved to the shorter humans and men working the stalls. Smiling warmly he'd be greeted by odd responses of running low on supplies until he came across a nice vendor, "So have you to run low on supplies, all I ask is for some fine robes to dress in, but if that is too much to ask any leftovers would do just fine." he'd say as he heard the figure respond, calling him a halfling. A faint smile passed, "Whatever do you mean, I'm an elf..." a shake of the head and a lengthy explanation indicate although he looked elven his game was still registering as human. Something he'd figure; but clever was the AI as they recognized his attempts as a partial truth, calling him a halfling. However, this NPC was far nicer and offered him up some trash teir clothes. Looking through the boxes most of the good stuff was gone but he'd seen a green set a bit Robin Hood but good enough for him. Taking the gift he'd nod and be on his way; however the quest was only beginning as he made his way forth he'd stumble across the land some until he seemed to have found his way into a combat situation a rather large wolf appeared before him, accompanied by some minor ones. A brave character would have appeared before him and saved him; almost pathetic but weaponless he'd do his best. Watching as the figure fought he too would do his best to stay alive grabbing a branch and fending for himself. Yet in the end the heroic being would be assaulted to the point of death; it was an NPC. Rushing in with nothing but a stick he'd strike the beast, stabbing it in the eye; causing it to flee. Moving in on the injured male he'd place a hand down on the wound, "I'll help you, please sit still I'll carry you to town get a doctor." the fatally injured NPC would laugh as the bleed effect was bringing him closer to death. A hand raising placed a bow in his hand, "Take my bow, my arrows and carry on protecting those of these woods. It's dangerous to go alone; take this." he'd say before slowly fading into a deep eternal sleep. The NPC fading as the male took this a sign of fate; a random event triggered by his actions he'd nod and place on his green rags. Taking the bow he'd reach for the quiver and begin to move off. Arriving not far into the forest the male would move swiftly passing players as he rapidly fired the bow at their targets in an attempt to aid them. Although he gained a little experience, it was better for practice. None the less, these events which unfolded brought him upon a unique individual. A rather large male, barbaric looking naked as he was who seemed to be heading to some sort of pillar of light. His bow in hand he'd approach the figure, "Good day kind sir, what brings you into the forest, are you lost? The name is Morohtar, Elven Prince of the Woodlands. Well more like the bastard son of the king of the woodlands realm. None the less, you seem to be distressed or confused. Is there anything a brave and mighty hunter such as myself can do for you. They say these forests can be dangerous, let us fetch you some gears to keep you from being some beasts next meal." he'd say warmly with a smile his hand extended to shake, the other holding his bow. As the introduction was made the male would motion the other to follow. As he leads the other, should they take his help towards the pillar of light he'd laugh, "So, stranger tell me about yourself? I've spoken on my hunting skills. Told you a brief tale of my legacy and even shown you my weapon of choice. What kind of man are you; aside from a foolish one walking around naked in the woods." he said some teasing playfully with a chuckle his arrow drawn as he saw a few forest creatures passing. Shots fired to slay the weak and gain any experience he could. His attention turning back to the male occasionally as they would arrive at the target of choice; a new set of stalls. Perhaps some with better attitudes and folks who would be willing to help the male, if not aid the elf himself in his goal to better himself at the very least. @Mahlthor Oakenheart
Tilting his head to the stranger, Mahlthor stands. As the so called "elf" extends his hand in greeting, the large man slowly circles him. "Hrm. Prince of the Woodlands, eh? I take it you're an NPC? Let's see, what are the commands for interacting with npc's... hold on a sec." Flicking open his menu once more, he scrolls through to the helpfiles, attempting to find anything to aid him in his response. "I mean, you're well programmed, I'll give you that. VERY lifelike. I wonder if this is one of the first quests meant to get you your basic gear..." he muses aloud to himself. Still not finding anything, his scrolling begins to get more fierce and determined. "C'mon, where is it?" A chuckle directed toward Morothar. "Do you know which dang helpfile I should look up? Bah, whatever." In a very robotic, almost bored tone, Mahlthor says, "Yes. Sure. Ok. Uhh..." He looks down and, seeing the hand still outstretched, grabs it and gives it a shake. "Yeah, I'm Mahlthor. Uhh... 'Accept Quest.' No? Oh, what's the dang command...."
A faint smile passed as the male spoke; breaking character he'd tease back slightly. "Error, player does not have access to that command. Sending GM's to deal with hacker..." he'd say before chuckling once more and clearing his throat once more regaining his composure. "I have not idea what that was, it appears I've come down with a cough or something, anyways I have no idea what you are talking about. What are these help files?" he'd play a bit dumb before his attention shifted from the male onto the path before him, "You accept the quest, what quest is that? You have my very confused good sir. Anyways, it is a pleasure to meet you Sir Oakenheart, although you are the first human knight I've seen so barbaric, you remind me of those seafaring folk, those humans who raid and pillage, what did they call themselves, Viking, no pirates. Such a strange concept to give yourselves such odd names. But a title by any other name would be just as neat. So banter aside, let's get a move on my goo sir." he'd say taking the lead as intended. Arriving fairly safe at the stalls; there as no combat involved. the duo, however, got some odd looks, if it wasn't for being a halfling it was most likely for the brutish looking male beside him. An odd pair and not a good one, at least not in the eyes of this games society. Both heathen loving and godless sinners more likely. Although to be honest, he did enjoy the Games lore; he had remembered reading that the mortals of this realm were Polytheists and worshiped multiple deities or some sort of hierarchy beyond themselves. Yet having understood his place role wise and experienced death he'd know just the burden one could feel, trying to avoid that feeling for the one known as Mahlthor, he'd do his best to help the male. "Alright well, we're here. Let's fine you some clothes, at the very least this will keep you warm. Follow me." he'd say as he guided him about the stalls. "Tell me my rather herculean friend, are you the kind to wear heavy armor?" he'd ask pointing at a pretty beat up an old and damaged set of armor with cracks and pieces missing. "No, perhaps you are one of those who prefer a nice bit of leather, like I. Although it's not quite leather yet this cloth helps and can be converted by a nice bit of leatherworking later, he'd say as the male smiled and began to make his way to the next stall; more robe-like attire resided here. "Interesting there is a fur looking material embedded with some magic qualities, but that will cost some gold; what's a lower tier gear from that. I see, some generic animal pelt with a wolf head for a hood; barely covers you up and is more a one piece draped over a shoulder. Fairly exposed but interesting." Lips parting he'd turn to the male, "So which of these armors did you want." The elven figure would inquire before shifting his attention to the availability as well as the requirements. "It seems all of these gears requires a trade of sorts. Some metal, leather or some wolf pelts. So once you decide to let us go gather the materials they wish to trade; but before we go ahead and claim the quest running off to its location marker on your map. I think it might be best that we consider looking into a weapon among any other sorts of items you might gain that may require you to venture off into the woods; I'm sorry if I seem bossy friend. I just hate to see you waste your time. You, humans, have so little time." he'd say smiling as if to tease before listening to what he wanted and leading him to a few other stands. Alright now it's time to pick a weapon, what about those 1 handers, maybe the two handers. Tell me what kind of fighter are you, any particular set of skills?" he'd inquire as they went to the corresponding stand and claimed that quest as well. "Alright buddy reminds me once more, what is it you need for these items." he'd say trying to gather an appropriate list before heading out with him together to gather them in the wild. Only doing so as a promise made to the fallen NPC earlier. His attention although on the male as he took a mental note he'd chuckle, "You may wish to write down these notes instead of trying to remember the spread list in your head with each quest. I'd suggest that at the very least; we get going. It's already fairly late into the morning and early in the afternoon. So what do you think Mr. Mahlthor" he'd ask the male curiously @Mahlthor Oakenheart OOC: Feel free to post up a list so we can properly expand our search and goals for this thread.
Relaxing in the real world was not something that Alia really knew how to do. Between making sure her siblings were okay and the practices that she kept she was not sure how she had time to do it. But she did know that she was doing something akin to that when she was playing this game even if it was working her brain a bit. Never really resting. But in here the grass and the fact that she could breath in deep and not worry about anything made her well not really sure what to do with herself. It was nice that she had met someone like her though he was older than her he actually understood what she was going through. So his advice he would take and would welcome. A person in this world to keep her grounded and maybe someone in the real world that could perhaps keep hers sane enough despite he was not exactly in the states or anything like that. Alia was sure if he mind was scrambled or relieved at how similiar she was to Seto. She would take it as a good thing for now. She didn't see it as a bad thing at all. She was always the one that took things as they came because she knew that was how a lady was supposed to act. You kept yourself in the background. Not that she liked doing it. The only time she didn't like doing it was when she was in competition. Her spirit and her drive there set her apart from those around her. And she was perfectly alright with that but once she was off that stage she had to go back to beefing things up for her parents or keeping her younger siblings in line. She wondered if it was just not out of the standards and obligations her parents set for her that she did things. Though she loved her siblings dearly. She stopped thing though. Thinking meant that she would put herself in a tizzy and thinking too much was a bad thing. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in another deep breath and calmed herself as easily as if she'd just been breathing. She opened her eyes again and smiled a little bit more. She watched the sky being to darken as the sun started to go down. She sat up. Looking over at Seto. "They even got the sunset down" She said and then listened to what he had to say. She did not think him perverted by any means. It made perfect sense and she watched from a distance as he collected wood. If she had wanted to be a sassy female she would have told him that she could help but she wasn't going to do that. He knew perfectly well that she could and it was nice that he offered to do it. She watched as he started the fire noting that it might be a good idea for them to find something else other than sticks to start the fire with but perhaps something would drop in a quest or they would just have to deal. She was going to figure out something that would make it so that they could just light the fire without magic and without the use of sticks though she'd have to find some time to make some flint and fine something to help ignite faster. Her brain started working on that. She was brought back to reality when he said her name. She listened to what he had to say. That was the word she was looking for. it was a little frightening how similiar they were. It would make sense. He gave her his name. His out of game name as she had already heard his in game name. she smiled at him. "Thanks, I might take you up on that. On and I'm Nellie, Nellie Grand." She said without much hesitation in that. "if you ever come to New York, i'd be happy to show you around." She smiled at him. She didn't feel it creepy or wrong in any way but then she was not as traditional as her parents might have liked her to be. He lightened the tone a bit and it actually made her laugh a little bit. "My father says that yen is a little complicated to understand but he had taught me about the conversion rates for the yen and the euro. I've dreamed of going to japan but my father would rather i stay close to home though he wouldn't mind me following in his political shoes so to speak." She laughed a little more. "one of these days I'll make it to Japan though." She really wanted to go but she knew talking her father into it would not be easy in the slightest. "What other places have you traveled?" She questioned wondering if he'd been out of Japan. There was a measure of trust building here that she wanted to keep going. @Seto Kurama
Mahlthor balks a moment, before realizing the elf was joking. And... was PC. "Oh, crap. I'm sorry man, I thought... oh, nevermind what I thought." A nervous, yet jovial chuckle escapes his lips. "Totally thought you were an introductory quest, y'know? Didn't know that you could actually play a prince in the game. Or a knight. Can you start as a knight?" A hand goes to the back of his head as he rubs it idly. Either way, he falls into step behind Morohtar. It isn't long before they make it to the stalls. If anyone was giving the two odd looks and whispers, it was beyond Mahlthor's notice. Instead, his head is on a swivel, quickly flashing between each of the items on display. In short order they make their way towards the armors. He allows the other player to escort him through the items, listening to him explain and remaining quiet. Tristan, or Mahlthor, I'm Mahlthor now, dammit, hadn't actually thought quite that far ahead. "Honestly, I just figured I'd go with whatever came my way first. Don't games usually give you an armor drop before you make it to a shop?" he asks with a curious tilt of the head. "Also, relatedly, are there any penalties to magic for using certain classes of armor?" Motioning to the set of heavy armor, Mahlthor nods. "I mean, why wouldn't you choose full armor otherwise?" Once they had figured out the armor situation, he would follow Morohtar to the weapons. "Honestly, I was hoping they had an unarmed style for the game. Do you know if they do?" He holds up his fists in a shadowboxing position. "These and a good bit of magic should be all I really need."
As the male spoke he'd chuckle some shifting his gaze to the side playfully bantering back, "Introductory quest. I'm afraid I am still lost my good sir." a serious look sent to his as seemed to continue, "One does not simply play a prince, this is not some game. I am a prince, you are born into such status. You do not acquire it based on some silly luck or role. I can honestly say though, despite my right and heir to that thrown I'm nothing more than a bastard for now. However, I will say that I do believe you are asking questions that make little sense. How can one become a knight without training? What good is a title if you can't back it up, let alone be on par with most of those who are in that same field." he'd say some rubbing his temple, "So to answer your question no, you can not claim that title til you've gained enough mastery of that art. But you can claim to be one for the sake of aspiration, but a real knight might not take kindly to one claiming something they have not earned. Just as I'm sure that the king of the woodland realm might not enjoy the fact I his bastard son is alive and claiming my right to the throne." He'd say some both admitting he wasn't and that it wasn't possible, at least game wise but one could lie and bypass the general thoughts of most. Leading him through the armors he'd shrug, "Again you puzzle me, sir, there seems to be some weird notion of games and mechanics. This is the reality, life, and death. No games, so picking an armor is key. There are benefits to each such as mobility and even asthetics. What you might also want to take into consideration is simply your role and the armor you'd most benefit from. I an elf, am not suited for light silken cloth; that is more a mage; better for those who use magic as the silk is a natural resource that helps generate magic easier and can be enchanted. Now myself I'm best in cloth or leather, not due to kinks but that it's better shaped and makes less noise so stealth and mobility are best; no loose clothes to snag on something or give away my position. Now for those of the brute types and tanky guardians, heavy armor is best; they tend to utilize the added benefits from such a metal. But then again it's preference. I've seen hybrid magical tanks use heavy. I've seen mage spell base solids wear heavy armor. I've seen some men tank in robes utilizing other magics in combination. Just as I've seen some rouge wear robes and casting illusions to help confuse their target. The choice is yours ultimately." yet as he spoke he'd smile and nod once more speaking on the matter. "If you're to be a magical enforcer, try a medium to light armor, if not enchant your preferred armor. I'd steer way from heavy armor in general; counter-productive to your cause. Think there is silver in most armors, to help tanky knights resist magic so it merely would restain you." As they concluded the armor chat and helped the male choose his physical attire he'd moved to the weapons listening to the male as he rubbed the back of his head and shrugged, "You're a complex creature, you want to use magic up close yet you're a berserker. But you don't wish to give any space and grapple your enemies. Are you familiar with how to properly combat the body? If you're not familiar with body combat skills I'd get a weapon more aligned with your skills. Then again there was some talk of a human who fought with fists; using some metals, either claws or metal gauntlets enhanced with spikes or what not. You know for added damage. But for someone of your state, I'd say a big old sword with which magic can be channeled might be fun. It also might save you as it doubles as a shield to some degree. But as I said this is all your choice." once the male had finished and gathered up his mind; selecting the items would have set them up for two mini-quests. One to obtain the needed materials to craft it and the other to return to the vendor and trade. Lips parting he'd look down to see the quest earned by the males selection, "Alright most of this is back in the forest, think your ready to trickle deeper into the dangers that are the woods?" he'd ask before once more taking the lead as he made his way into the forest; his bow drawn as he was ready to take out whatever came their way. Eyes scanning about and ears listening for the slightest movement. @Mahlthor Oakenheart OOC: Feel free to post up and take the lead here; otherwise please let me know what you're starting with so I can create a virtual list of what we need to hunt for lol, if not what we might need to kill.
"Now for those of the brute types and tanky guardians, heavy armor is best; they tend to utilize the added benefits from such a metal. But then again it's preference. I've seen hybrid magical tanks use heavy. I've seen mage spell base solids wear heavy armor. I've seen some men tank in robes utilizing other magics in combination. Just as I've seen some rouge wear robes and casting illusions to help confuse their target. The choice is yours ultimately." A tilt of the head and the classic anime sweat drop appears on Mahlthor's face. "Right. So... it's doable then, yeah?" Almost as if he had tuned out the other information on armor. "Magical tank... I like the idea. Sounds pretty badass." "You're a complex creature, you want to use magic up close yet you're a berserker. But you don't wish to give any space and grapple your enemies. Are you familiar with how to properly combat the body? If you're not familiar with body combat skills I'd get a weapon more aligned with your skills. Then again there was some talk of a human who fought with fists; using some metals, either claws or metal gauntlets enhanced with spikes or what not." "Yeah, yeah, that's the kind of thing I'm talking about." Mahlthor says, giving an ol' one-two while still remaining in stance. "I've a decent enough understanding of the basics. Plus, I mean, it's pretty cool, wouldn't you say?" He drops his fists, adopting a more normal posture. "Tanking all that damage, looking that enemy dead in the eye, and seeing him realize how badly he's about to get torn up, only for you to place a spell right on his face. Ha!" He grins. "So, then, some heavy armor, and a nice set of fist weapons. That's, what, a little bit of metal farming?" He scans the stalls, eyes looking for the kind of specific thing he is thinking of. However, he doesn't see exactly what he wants. Though, this is a low level venderspace, I imagine. He thinks to himself. Probably wouldn't have some of the better looking stuff this early on. As his companion pulls out his bow and begins to head his way back into the forest, Mahlthor falls into step and quickly catches up to him. OOC: So, yeah, Heavy armor and a pair of fist weapons. I assume that fist weapons, though they say 1-handed, comes as a set of one for each fist? Or is that specifically what 2H fist weapons are? Just want to make sure lol.
Rubbing the back of his head as the male interpreted his words a different way he'd shrug, he wasn't fond of repeating himself too much. So he let the subject go, after a bit of debate and discussion from the male he'd hear him discuss his optimal settings, which to him was nothing more than a full blown Berserker hopped up on magical discharge, spreading pain and fear all around. A fine combination but a risky one, especially given most combat being ranged and some of the close quarters combat being risky. Being a Berserker was a double edged sword but for the sake of simplicity and grace the combination worked better than the kid knew, although he couldn't admit it or say much the kid seemed able to piece together decently synergized combinations. Similar to himself; albiet he wasn't some kind of boxer in game like this gentleman planned on being but he had a vague idea of how to synergize . A faint smile passing he'd nod in approval as the male continued to banter some talking about better gears and what location they might find the materials at, rubbing the back of his head he was unsure where to start. But giving it his best shot he'd part his lips taking a deep breath to try and best explain the ordeal. "Well you see these are low tier items, the kind we less fortunate adventureres get. If Asthetics are as big a deal, there is the optional tab there which shows you slightly different options for the prize you can claim; different looking armor being that. I'm also sure at a later date we can hunt down some special flowers and berries then dye your armor if not find a way to mesh the color into it. None the less, yes. The majority of what we need is metal, we must find some nodes in the forest and gather them, I heard most adventures have an array of tools on them. Perhaps you forgot you might have a pickaxe on your person. Check your bag, even I an elf carry basic tools in my bag." he'd say some shrugging Their chatter ending as he then motioned the male to follow him; once more in search of the metal node. His bow in hand and arrow drawn he'd shift his gaze about the area. His aim true had begun to fire off into the forest before him; a sound of a pig squeeling could be heard as the male laughed and saw it pop out angry as it charged in. "Now lad, strike it like you would a proud warrior." he'd say as he dodges rolled letting it appear before him last moment; leaving him to dodge it or react in some way possibly even take a hit. His words silent he'd smile as he spun and fired another arrow into the ass or the boar. Grinning and excited by the action blood would soon fill the air, attracting more predators; as such he'd turn to the male and warn him."We can't fool around her much longer, we'll attract wolves or worse." he'd vent as he then fired off a few rapid fire arrows, nailing the pig before it fell either to his bow or the might of his teammate. Lips parting he'd commend him either way; "Good job." he said before gathering his composure once more entering the forest. Deep the two traveled until they stumbled across a set of rocks, perhaps the very metal nods they were searching for, "So what do you think? You go gather the stone there and I'll hit here, maybe one of us will gather the metal required." he'd say as he began spelunking and cracking open the rock. In total they'd need about 60 materials or so, that was roughly thirty ingots. So with each strike, the male would sizzle away at the stone in hopes to end the grind as soon as possible. Yet his attention remained on the male, "So tell me, we've talked a lot about your goals, here but what is life like beyond that. Where did you come from, what is your legacy? Kids, married, perhaps not of this world?" he'd say hinting at the personal information, "Me, well my father runs an empire of sorts and wants me to take over the business; typical prince stuff. But, I'm not sure that he really wants me too, sure it's good money to run the kingdom but at what cost, my soul, devotion?" he'd say meshing truth behind the game's lie to the male, "What if I lead and fail, it's not just me that it effects, it's the entire compan...empire." he'd say catching himself as he regained his composure and returned to character. "Anyways let's see how much metal we have now? Count it." Thrown die: 1 @Mahlthor Oakenheart OOC: Let's take it slow at this part; rolling some D10 dice, Even will net us double what we roll, odds will yield nothing. A nice twist to double or nothing. We need 60 total points. So we will add up your roll and mine as we grind this. Let's hope I get a good roll
For a brief moment, Rye was confused. She needed to wrap her mind around what this white-haired stranger said, the ash cat... Ah. Okay. She could probably translate this... somewhat easily. "I suppose not," Rye agreed quietly, before glancing around absently. Wasn't there a strong leaf she saw around here? Hmm... the Felis eyed a nearby fern bush curiously. Snagging a few fronds from the bush, she merely nodded at the white-haired player and wrapped the ferns snugly around both of her forearms. As she did so, Rye slid in the daggers and attempted to make sure they didn't fall off later. She'd have to rip off a piece of her shirt, maybe? Hmm... "Yeah, that was weird." she frowned, glancing at the charred remains of the hound. "Maybe the rest of its pack was taken out by other players?" The Felis gave the other white-haired newcomer a deadpan look, tail twitching and lashing about irritably. "Of course not," she deadpanned, glancing around her with a twitching eye. "There are probably other players around here looking for something to do, maybe kill enemies, go shopping. That kind of thing." Snorting, Rye brushed her hands together and gave the sky a cursory glance. The newcomer didn't seem particularly like a Felis, or the other one that Rye had briefly tested on her character before she decided she didn't like it. Just a simple human. Now... the player who had decapitated her obstacle from getting on the ground? He seemed fae-like, with a slender face and a shock of white hair along with a pair of golden eyes. Now this was a Faerin. "When a human, Felis, and Faerin walk into a bar..." she murmured, a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes. The black ears atop her head twitched faintly, while Rye's head tilted to her right slightly. "I'm Rye, by the way. Call me what you like." @Rook Whisker @Damon Nixion
Rook watched with wide, curious eyes are the momentary confusion faded and the woman began collecting fern fronds for whatever odd purpose. The foliage was wrapped into makeshift belts for sheathes and they smiled brightly at the clever fix for her problem, watching with interest as she took in the ruined remains of the wolf. "I don't hear the horn, but arrows do fly silent." They wouldn't be surprised if there was a wolf hunting quest they didn't have active yet that others were partaking in. Wolves did seem like a natural fall back to a standard starter enemy in addition to porings and goblinoids. The two were interrupted by another's appearance and Rook blinked slowly at his comment. A good job? Yes, the fiery cat's queen had done excellent. Their thumb brushed over the sides of the cards in the deck and they grinned blindingly at the man. "She knows." The Felis cut in in response afterwards and they switched their golden gaze between the two with a more sedate smile. There was suddenly a bit more bite to her words and attitude than previous. Perhaps the whole stuck in a tree because of a wolf trying to maul her thing had set her off kilter a little. Rook settled for returning their focus to the distant beam of light that most likely was the intended goal of the partway "tutorial" area. They hummed in acknowledgment at her muttered reference of the age old joke setup and butted in to correct. "Velten. A spirit's blood where there would otherwise be steel sinew. Same masks and mirrors and faces, though." Rook certainly wasn't one of the Ascen, with their odd strength despite their race's small size. The Velten had a magic-inclined skill set that matched their frailer frames. Rook's build was obviously one of spun glass, but it mattered little. Glass, especially when possessing a broken edge, was still dangerous. When she introduced herself it drew them from the momentary drift in thought and they clasped their hands together in front of themselves with a cheery grin once more. "Rook! We're pleased to be met." Well, the whisper of the cards was incredibly quiet when not casting and rather sparse to hear. Like a room full of people and none of them speaking, Rook knew there was more. Surely they'd like to be met as well? All in time, of course. Things had only just begun. "Should we meet the dawn's blade next?" They asked curiously, waving a single hand in the direction of the distant light. @Rye Emerson @Damon Nixion
Seto was....surprised by her remark to his statement before which put him at ease thankfully. It was a lovely surprise for Alia to tell Seto that her name was "Nellie Grand" and that she lived in New York in the US. That was quite a shocker since Seto's father, Waltar was originally from Cold Springs, New York. His father never told Ryosuke much of his past, always seeing it as "pointless" to talk about but the old man did talk about a few things when he lived there, cruising around the town and getting in trouble down the mountain roads as a kid. Ryosuke always remembered the stories the older neighbors used to tell him about his father being fast and loose down the mountain roads of Cold Springs during his youth, being the fastest downhill driver in the region with his R33 GTR until he crashed it one day and was forced to put it in his parent's barn to store it, afterwards he gave up driving after restoring his IROC. His father, as well as his old car, was something of a celebrity among the people in the town, Ryosuke never did find out how his grease monkey of a father ever managed to court and marry his mother whom was a university student from Japan at the time. He always figured he must have done something special to win her heart since his mother always hated cars in the way his father and himself did with them. Seto slightly shook his head, bringing him back to reality from his deep thought as he looked over to Alia's face. "New York huh? that's pretty ironic honestly, my father is originally from Upper New York, Cold Springs I believe, his entire family is still in New York, all over in fact. I had actually planned on returning to New York to restore something my father once treasured in the past. One day if possible, you could instruct me in the basics of Kendo and I could make you the best damn driver in New York." Seto laughed a little as he smiled at her a bit, although he joked a bit at the end, he was serious at the beginning, he hadn't lied either. Ryosuke had planned to stay with his father's parents for a few months to restore his father's R33 GTR as a birthday present and....maybe the two could have a little friendly showdown to see who the best driver was. "Despite being born in Japan and being taught about Yem. I've always found the American Dollar my old man used to use back in the day to be far easier to use and know, it's not confusing really at all. Japan is a great land and its people are friendly but.........they can be a tad hostile towards outsiders unless there with someone or staying with a family or friend." Seto laughed out little turning his head back to the night sky , looking at the stars and raising his hands up at the stars as if he could grab them with his bare hands. "Well you could always follow in my footsteps!.........or if you lived in Japan, you could become a Kendo instructor...." Seto turned back over to Alia, now serious again. "hmm, other places uh? Well, my driving career taken me all over Japan obviously, I've been in South Korea, Eastern China and the East Coast of the US...I've been places but most of it was work although I never felt like it was a chore. Going to the US, it was.....far different from my homeland, to be honest, I would consider it the wild west compared to home although I still enjoy my time in New York visiting my family. Ok, I told you where I've been, now you tell me where you been and since you been honest with me, if you want, you can ask me anything you want, even the dark juicy ones lol, I probably won't get offended since your quite similar to me which is...a good thing." Seto liked where this was going, they were building trust and he had already felt like good friends with her despite just meet her, it was all sudden and it was usual for something like this to form but Seto was ok with it since he liked Alia a lot and enjoyed her company. It was quite dark now in this virtual world the two were in but the fire was a beacon in the dark and it kept them warm and continue to so so for the next several hours. Seto had wanted to gather some materials to make a makeshift bed for himself and Alia but at this point in the night, it would have been pointless seeing how dark it was. Hopefully, the two wouldn't have to cuddle together to keep warm but the fire looked fine for now as it's fiery aura roared throughout the night. Either way sleeping on the ground was not going to be fun. @Alia
Alia was actually surprised where Seto's father was from. So maybe that was why they just clicked. It was known that New Yorkers were far more serious and somewhat hostile to some of the other people around the states. It was just a matter of how you had to get through things. Born and bred in New York in a sense made you a little more hardened and able to deal with large packs of people and all that. Granted she was probably a little less hostile in that matter. She listened closely as to where Seto said where his father was from. She was actually surprised that it was a place she had seen before. Not that she hadn't been all around New york. She kinda wanted to meet Seto's father. Father and son really seemed to love cars and racing. She would never be one of those girls to actually want to race but to be in a car that could do it with someone who knew what they were doing sounded like loads of fun. She laughed at his comment about making her the best driver in New York. "Well I live in Long Island. And literally just off Long Island Sound. So driving like a mad man there not exactly a good idea. But there are some places that would be just perfect for those driving lessons." She giggled a little bit. "But i could totally teach you the basics. I mean i can even teach it here in game too. As soon as i figure out how the system wants us to work with sword in hand. Which shouldn't take too long." She wanted to get used to the combat before she did something crazy like that and then he went to talk about Japan and the difference in money and the culture. She was wondering about how they thought of outsiders. She had only heard a few things from her father. She looked up at the sky watching how he seemed to reach up and try to grab one. "Living in Japan sounds like it would be really fun. And honestly I want to teach. I don't want to take over the family business or anything like that. I want to live a simple life." She was turning serious and then he started telling her where he had been and returned the question to her also adding that she could ask him anything. She didn't mind that the darkness decended on them and it was darker then she had expected it to be but she liked it. "I've been mostly all around Europe and the US. I went to South Korea for a tornement. and then I've been to Moscow with my father." That was really the only places she had been. She had yet to get to the other places on this earth and a part of her wanted to explore the real world earth as much as she wanted to explore Terrashpere as well. She had no problem sleeping on the ground for the night. She was thinking of a question to ask him. "Since you aren't racing. Are you gonna put a reason as to why in your book when you finish it?" She wasn't sure if he would get upset but she was wondering. For all she knew he quit to start writing his book. @Seto Kurama
