Tempting Fate

Time: 10:06 AM
Location: Brisshal - Random Village
(He forgot the name)​

Sunlight trickled in through the cracked curtains of the small inn room, bathing Alric’s face with the warm light of a new day as the soul of his real self returned to the unconscious body he had left in bed after logging out last night. He sat up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he glanced around the room. It was strange really, in the real world he had been awake for a few hours but here his avatar felt sluggish as if he had been out the whole time. He didn't think such things would have been possible to replicate in a game, but this world was just filled with surprises it seemed. Oh well, there wasn't much of a point in dwelling on stuff like this. Whoever had created Terrasphere did a hell of a good job with it and would probably come forward to claim their fame eventually.

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After getting dressed the knight departed from the inn and made his way outside to greet the morning. It felt like one of those perfect days that came by only once in awhile. No clouds dotted the skies above and the gentle breeze that blew in kept the temperature from becoming too high. It would have been a shame to let it go to waste, but just as he was pondering over how to spend his time a voice rang out from down the road.

“BURN THE WITCH!!”

That didn’t sound good. He couldn't just ignore people in trouble though. Shaking away his doubts, Alric walked in the direction of the uproar as a large crowd had formed in the center of the village. A town meeting of sorts he assumed. When he was finally near the panicked faces of the villagers told the whole story but an older man who seemed to be in charge explained the situation once again anyway.

Village Chief

“As many of you already know, there is someone among our peaceful group who has been practicing the dark arts. We can't allow a witch to live within our walls, lest we all want to have curses placed upon our heads. I am hereby officially calling for her execution and will reward anyone who can accomplish this task. If you are able bodied and willing to help please see me for further details after this meeting.”

I suppose I can't really turn a blind eye to this… Especially if this woman is as dangerous as he says.

He thought in an effort to convince himself this was the right thing to do. Even if it was another living person he would have to kill her if she was threatening the lives of the people in this village. Such things were just part of a paladin's duties. As the crowd began to dissipate, Alric remained. Even if he had to go alone he would protect this village from evil or die trying.

 

Azazel had been walking around town. She’d been out gathering supplies to test out her cooking skill, which she had yet to do. The little Faerin had gathered nearly all of her goods when she first heard the commotion. “I wonder what’s going on?” She said as she stepped away from the shop menu and went along to find out what the ruckus was.

In the middle of the square, an eldery gentleman was addressing the crowd. It seemed there was a witch in their midst and they needed someone to stop her before all the townspeople fell under her curse. Zaz smiled a bit wondering if she might be accused of being said witch. She was dressed in a similar fashion to one and it would be easy for the simple folk of the villiage to make a false correlation. “I better get out of here and find Birdie…” She told herself as she began to break away from the pack. The bitty blonde struggled to make her way through the crowd. Pushing her way through the crowd of onlookers, Zaz found herself thrust up another player.

“Sorry!” She said as she stepped back and looked down at the ground and continued on to the edge of the crowd. She looked back as she passed hoping whomever she ran into wasn’t too entirely mad at her for knocking into them.

 

It was early in the morning, or was it late for him? Crowe couldn't remember as his body materialized into the world known as TerraSphere. When was the last time he was up this early? Hell, why was he up this early again? The sun was far too bright for his liking, making his eyes squint in the bright and dusty air. Where was he again? Something with an 'E' in it? He and Azazel had wandered into it the other night, and decided to call it good there. He closed his eyes, and rubbed the nape of neck trying to remember. But to the commotion from around corner stole his attention.

"BURN THE WITCH" The voice cried, carrying above a small crowed of the populous. Turning the corner Crowe could see a crowd forming in what was the center of town. He propped himself up on the side on an inn, listening in on what needed to be said. The old man in the center, giving his speech as the crowd's chatter died down. A reward for the execution of a witch was offered, and he pleaded to every able bodied soul in town. Crowe sighed. Even in a fake world, the people here managed to tick him off somehow. Most of them, hell all of them probably haven't even seen the witch and were throwing out accusations and asking for murder. Another man made his way towards the dispersing crowd. Most likely to inquire about the witch. He stopped short and a familiar woman stepped out from in front of him.

Crowe stepped up, going to help the woman from the ground to her feet. "Oh, hey Cat." He said, using the girl's nickname. "And good morning." He said, half groggy. He helped her to her feet, and turned to the armored man. "Hey, you hear that whole thing about the witch hunt? What's your take on the whole thing?" Crowe asked, hoping to derail everything from Azazel bumping into him.