Post by Bast on Jun 14, 2014 3:22:46 GMT
Present day
Bast was undecided on what his day should amount to. A part of him wanted to have it be some grand adventure, another felt just like relaxing his day with a little walk… he decided if his walk led him to any adventure he would accept it. He found that with each step his mind wondered to where his old mates had ended up…really everyone seemed to have ended up in London so where were they. He had met only one truly and though he was fine he was not adventuring just accounting and brewing now. Did all his old friends end up like that or had some gone out into the world…he knew he himself had done a number on himself those first few months just drinking and getting con’d even dying a couple of times… the loss of time felt more dramatic when he looked at his levels after than anything… those fears had all started after he met her. That Con woman, that… Bast hid in the bush that lass right there.
Bast Level 1 Second day trapped inside Elder tales
Bast had died the just the previous day and now he was walking through the streets of London well he means londinium. He would never get used to that name, or at least that is what he believed at the time…after all time can change a lot of things even memories and names of things. He needed to get out alone for some time to think, it had taken quite a lot of coercion to bring Robert to believe he was not in some high tech VR and it’s log out was malfunctioning thanks to the update into this vr software and instead fully trapped here without any admins or announcements as to when or if they could go home.
He found himself heading into the great woods he was told were in fact Windsor great woods, London had only ever been a spot to visit for the museums and conventions but he was pretty sure the Windsor woods were more housing and merchant areas in reality with the closest thing being Alexandra Park and the golfing grounds around Windsor castle…huh the golfing grounds were the forest… must be, so had that pit of slime been at one stage a sand pit…for golf? The realisation of the truth behind the statement both left a sour taste in his mouth and yet made sense, the home park golf course, combine with the two parks around delete some of the buildings for ruins and walla you had something that could be the great woods. And why stop there if you grew Colne Valley Park…yes that would change it from simply a wood to a great wood if anything did. He decided he would try and make sure he visited all the parks in London again to try and see, how much growth and change had happened in each…because the city was over grown with plant life something made him worry about those parks he had liked so much with each visit.
The Great wood was a scary place when he knew even the weakest creatures could kill him but one set back wasn’t enough to get him down he would fight on… death isn’t the end after all, not in this world. He was not going to see this world, if he had to fear for his life he wouldn’t feel like himself…it was just a game. The day was bright sunny and the nature was nice and calming he was really starting to think this world wasn’t too bad he went further and further into the forest, some places he saw in players with blood splattered clothes but he stayed clear of them…somehow he never actually saw a monster…well till he ran into the Gerald and his friends… they were not happy to see him. Gerald and his metal horns seemed to smell the blood of boars from games past that Robert had killed…or he many bacon sandwiches eaten in his life…whatever it was the boar was not happy and he charged.
Bast ran as best he could, using trees and well everything he could to get in the way of the things but in the end he was impaled against a tree and then rammed through…not the best day but… it was his second day…and his second death. But the importance of the memory was the girl he saw as he died, a woman that noticed the fight, a woman that was to take an interest in poor Bast, a woman that would ruin him.
Present day
He looked at the woman through the bushes and all he felt was pain as he saw her and the party joining her in there starter gear unknowing of the fate that lie ahead for at least one of them. She would play the long haul but she would catch her prey. He decided to follow them his stroll could wait he would help them if he could…but he hoped still somewhere in him that she had turned a new leaf the mentor event was on maybe she was helping them…Event goodies and all, a new leaf…somehow he doubted so he followed them…followed them unsuspectingly down memory lane.
Word Count: 881
Bast was undecided on what his day should amount to. A part of him wanted to have it be some grand adventure, another felt just like relaxing his day with a little walk… he decided if his walk led him to any adventure he would accept it. He found that with each step his mind wondered to where his old mates had ended up…really everyone seemed to have ended up in London so where were they. He had met only one truly and though he was fine he was not adventuring just accounting and brewing now. Did all his old friends end up like that or had some gone out into the world…he knew he himself had done a number on himself those first few months just drinking and getting con’d even dying a couple of times… the loss of time felt more dramatic when he looked at his levels after than anything… those fears had all started after he met her. That Con woman, that… Bast hid in the bush that lass right there.
Bast Level 1 Second day trapped inside Elder tales
Bast had died the just the previous day and now he was walking through the streets of London well he means londinium. He would never get used to that name, or at least that is what he believed at the time…after all time can change a lot of things even memories and names of things. He needed to get out alone for some time to think, it had taken quite a lot of coercion to bring Robert to believe he was not in some high tech VR and it’s log out was malfunctioning thanks to the update into this vr software and instead fully trapped here without any admins or announcements as to when or if they could go home.
He found himself heading into the great woods he was told were in fact Windsor great woods, London had only ever been a spot to visit for the museums and conventions but he was pretty sure the Windsor woods were more housing and merchant areas in reality with the closest thing being Alexandra Park and the golfing grounds around Windsor castle…huh the golfing grounds were the forest… must be, so had that pit of slime been at one stage a sand pit…for golf? The realisation of the truth behind the statement both left a sour taste in his mouth and yet made sense, the home park golf course, combine with the two parks around delete some of the buildings for ruins and walla you had something that could be the great woods. And why stop there if you grew Colne Valley Park…yes that would change it from simply a wood to a great wood if anything did. He decided he would try and make sure he visited all the parks in London again to try and see, how much growth and change had happened in each…because the city was over grown with plant life something made him worry about those parks he had liked so much with each visit.
The Great wood was a scary place when he knew even the weakest creatures could kill him but one set back wasn’t enough to get him down he would fight on… death isn’t the end after all, not in this world. He was not going to see this world, if he had to fear for his life he wouldn’t feel like himself…it was just a game. The day was bright sunny and the nature was nice and calming he was really starting to think this world wasn’t too bad he went further and further into the forest, some places he saw in players with blood splattered clothes but he stayed clear of them…somehow he never actually saw a monster…well till he ran into the Gerald and his friends… they were not happy to see him. Gerald and his metal horns seemed to smell the blood of boars from games past that Robert had killed…or he many bacon sandwiches eaten in his life…whatever it was the boar was not happy and he charged.
Bast ran as best he could, using trees and well everything he could to get in the way of the things but in the end he was impaled against a tree and then rammed through…not the best day but… it was his second day…and his second death. But the importance of the memory was the girl he saw as he died, a woman that noticed the fight, a woman that was to take an interest in poor Bast, a woman that would ruin him.
Present day
He looked at the woman through the bushes and all he felt was pain as he saw her and the party joining her in there starter gear unknowing of the fate that lie ahead for at least one of them. She would play the long haul but she would catch her prey. He decided to follow them his stroll could wait he would help them if he could…but he hoped still somewhere in him that she had turned a new leaf the mentor event was on maybe she was helping them…Event goodies and all, a new leaf…somehow he doubted so he followed them…followed them unsuspectingly down memory lane.
Word Count: 881
