Zelrius had logged in just as any other day, popping in at a tavern in the middle of Brisshal. The rolling fields and grasslands that dotted the land weren't unlike any RPG he had played before; a very generic setting, yet one that the man was more than comfortable with. The tavern in the midsts of all these fields and farms was bustling with activity this fine morning, as was expected. It was close on the road between Astorea and Falderen. Players and NPCs often stopped here to restock, meet quest buddies, or just have a casual relaxation moment before continuing onto which ever way they were headed. Though, there was an inn up the road that was high class, it appeared that it was a bit pricier than most players were willing to pay. It made sense to the golden haired man; Why pay extra for virtual liquor? Or well, in his mind, it was more; Why pay for Liquor at all, Virtual or not, Strong or weak? Of course, everyone had their own reasons, of which the man didn't judge, it was just a strange notion to him. Yet, despite his disdain for drinks of the alcoholic variety, Zelrius scanned the tavern, looking for any NPCs that might have something to do. None had quite directly offered a Contract or Quest of any sort, a notion the man was more than okay with, considering the last two tasks he had done for the NPCs in this area had turned out empty in terms of reward. That, and they were awfully boring, atleast, to him. That's a certain phrase kept getting whispered between drunken slurs. Player Killer. Now there was a term that Zelrius hadn't heard in a long time. Mostly because in other games, it was unimportant or very quite natural that someone was one. Though their tone insisted something much more sinister and mysterious about it. No one seemed to know who it was, or what their motives were. The golden haired man thought this strange, inching by and pretending to fiddle with his menu as he listened. "The dude was last seen around Stokbon, they say" came one voice. Another answered quite hurriedly "No, I heard he was near the Beginner's Cave in this very area." While one might be weary of such things one word rang in Zelrius's own mind: "Perfect." A grin spread across his face, gazing up on his Hunting skill. Now was as good time as any to put this to use. But first, he noted to himeself, he'd need far more information, and then the true hunt could begin. It was odd; Zelrius knew why he cared. This was something to do, to train his skills and gear up a bit for future events. But why did the other players and NPCs care? Player Killers are no threat. Its not like if they die here they die in real life, a game with that mechanic would be absolutely absurd. Nonetheless, maybe there was something he could extort from this Player Killer if Zelrius could just catch him. With that thought in mind, he checked his gear, clicking the swords on both his hips down into their sheaths to make sure they were locked in, and then setting out on the dirt path headed to Stokbon, the Capital of Falderen.
Vivian had logged in just moments ago, waking up stiff and more than likely hung over, but something was edging her to Dive on this particular day. She wondered what kind of new adventures she could brew up and what possible trouble she can get into! With a sheepish, long squeaky yawn, the purplette flicked away the hair from off her shoulder. Radiant armor, although only vanity in sense, beamed in the golden bask of the sunlight. Her left eye unshielded by the mask of hair providing by the other, only to squint upwards with a hand over her eyes to catch a glimpse of that sky. Long fingers raked through the streaked tendrils of lilac mixed hair. Her stormy blue eyes glinting from the sun as she set herself out on a small walk. She stood on her armored heels looking to explore and exploit a commoner as she usually had done on routine. Arm flexed and moved to her hip as her body weight swayed to one side. Looking like she was 'running the corner,' the female kept her eyes peeled for anyone who might be interesting and wealthy! As she carried herself, out of the corner of those breezy blues, the woman caught the sight of a rather noble looking male with a golden fleece of hair, dual scabbards at his sides and a look of business. Perfect! Bringing her hands up to her breasts and straightening herself out, the woman made a small jog towards the male, smile as wide as the ocean on her face brimming with perfect white teeth. A signy song voice uplifted the air, along with a heavenly perfume surrounding her like an aura clinging to her body. A melodic 'Hello!' dance from her voice, alerting the male of her presence before stopping him dead in his tracks. A small twinkle in her exposed eye as the other was hidden by the veil of purple hair that came tumbling off her shoulder. That one eye trained on him however, smooth sapphire gaze that was deep in seduction as her hand reach to touch his shoulder, "Hey there, Prince." She said with emphasis giving him a more noble admiration of his serious and well endowed look. "You look like you are off to somewhere interesting! Need a lady to come with you? I can offer some skills you normally wouldn't see in a game like this. Although..." the woman looked down at the hanging blades from his hips, that saccharine smile coated with strawberry lips now stretched wide once again as her hand came down on the hilt of one of his weapons and then continued, "...looks like you got the combat specs down. But you might need a certain touch as well." She then proceeded to close into his ear, it was common the NPCs of the game did not desire any folk to use the dark arts so she was quite careful of what she said or did around them, "I might know a spell or two of a darker nature that could be of some help." A bright eye on him as she stepped away that cooing smile on her face never lifting off. "Let me tag along with you. I promise to be a good girl. Or if you prefer...a very bad one."
The last visit to Stokbon had been quite… Interesting to put it mildly. Given all that had happened even Alric was surprised to find himself heading back there so soon. Perhaps it was just the vastness of the city that attracted the swordsman there. Unlike the countryside or Astorea there were plenty of things to see and opportunities around every corner to take advantage of. Barely scratching the surface during his last trip it was only natural to want to return. --- The trip had been pretty easy but as he neared the capital he had been caught off guard by a pair standing further up the road. A blonde man with two swords on his form and a purple haired woman who seemed to have no problem with throwing herself at him. What were the odds of running into not just one, but two people he had met at the same time? Probably low, but here they were and letting such an opportunity go by would have been a waste. “Small world… I didn't expect to see you both here. I'd be careful around this one though if I were you Zelrius.” He covered his mouth so that Vivian couldn't see and continued in a hush tone towards the man. “I think she’s a prostitute.”
