Deep within the Adecus forest land Minerva had traveled. It had been some time since her last quest. Maya had met several other players, a few NPC and a good quantity of enemies, especially in the coastal raid. From her experiences Maya felt that she had to take a moment alone. A personal journey to strengthen and learn more. Going to the library was not solving everything wrong with how her time in the game was going. Maya was far from reaching the great hero status that she sought. Also it was almost time that her parents found out about her playing the game. They would take it from her then... just as they always did. With that any chance of living her life would be gone again. Had it already been a week? Yes, Maya had played Terrasphere everyday. Aiming to become the greatest. To fulfill that which was impossible in her real life. It was still a long way to go, She had taken her sword and shield along with a large stash of supplies and just went out into the wild. Now she sat in a campground she built. A small fire burning before her. The moon peeked through the tall trees. The clearing was quiet other than the cracking of the flames. Minerva sat motionless with her arms hugging her legs. Staring into the virtual fire. Deep in thought. It had been a long day. Maya had fought and fought. Constantly trying to grow stronger. She also took out several books of history and strategy from the library in Stokbon. Reading and fighting. Still she had not found a good organization to align herself with.What kind of holy night had no church or holy kingdom to fight for? Stockbon was a holy capital but she had yet to see if there was a way into their military ranks. She was not sure if it was even the best way. Would a hero of the world. The greatest holy paladin serve a single kingdom? Maybe as a start.... Why did she do all of this thinking in the game? Why not disconnect? Because sitting in the dark woods as Minerva was light years better than being Maya in her hospital bed. That's why. Her thoughts went to each quest she had taken. Using her usual analytical style. Maya considered what she may have done wrong and right so far. A long night of contemplation was ahead. It was not very unlike her many nights in her bed before the game really. Although Maya did not realize that continuing trait she had at all. The fire continued to crackle into the night....
Harry took a good while settling into the game tonight. He'd spent the whole night prior as Asrafil, navigating through the uncharted (or at least somewhat uncharted) territory of Falderen. Most of these treks involved an insurrection of woodland creatures looking to make a home out of Asrafil's hair, or give him a hassle trying to hop over a log. Eventually he started resorting to long-distance hopping with his magic, however it took so much out of him that he needed to take frequent breaks and even nap occasionally. And thus, he found more twigs and birds in his hair than the by the time he had fallen asleep. This was a tedious and aching process, so much that Harry felt the need to logout in the middle of the forest a few hours before and get some sleep outside of the game for just a bit. Something to refute the blend of reality and game he felt himself succumbing to. Recovering from his slumber within the woods, Harry awoke the dormant Asrafil who remained not only unharmed but mostly clean given the circumstances. Some dirt along the threading of his tights and with a dust-ridden complexion and one might just consider him a daring adventurer by appearance alone! Except he might be a couple feet too short to be the daring hero everyone is awaiting in their lifetime. With a stretch of the back and a rather effeminate yawn, Asrafil hopped upon a small boulder and garnered a sight of the area. Greenery sought to clamor over every angle and pore of the landscape. Between the blanket of flora was inklings of grey and brown which bore the breadth of the earth that surrounded the outgoing valley. Asrafil stood atop a small rock with a minor drop, followed by a drop that led out further into the primal lands, steps further away from civilization. Not that he was particularly fond of picking out fauna from his hair and clothes, but there came a point where standing around town and picking up the next domestic chore that rolled around became enough. Time for some good old spirit searching. Asrafil wasted no time holding up his hand in front of him, a jubilant grin painted on his face. His hand was flat like a wall opposite of himself, a purple rune beginning to form in the air only inches away from the palm. Asrafil murmured a chant to himself, words that sounded nothing like words but ancient chants and whispers of gods unknown to the common populace. As he did, the rune grew in size and complexity, encircled by diagrams of lines and aligned motes of light that could have been stars drawn to scale in the sky. Then as the rune grew, Asrafil used his free hand to spin the purplish wheel. Energy built and built, looking to send Asrafil farther off into the forest. Only for it to fizzle right as he finished the chant. Twenty-five minutes, a falling branch, one nosy goblin and a pitfall trap later, Asrafil came upon a woman with her arms neatly wrapped around her knees and a fire at her forefront. Asrafil blinked at the sight, still a considerable distance away. There was a few feelings one might feel here, but the only passing one on the mind was "Are they okay?" This was a very alien feeling for Harry. Asrafil tugged at the fingers of his indigo gloves, revealing a pale complexion on his hand before fully lapsing the fabric away. He clenched his hand into a fist, nails painted a shade of purple nearly identical to his tights and gloves, and knocked it against the rough bark of a nearby tree. "Uh... Hey, is—erm, everything alright over here?" The phrase came out something like an "aimless" mutter that was actually passively aimed at the person where his voice was directed. Harry lacked subtlety, Asrafil moreso. @Minerva Fletchgard
