Post by telrean on May 13, 2014 10:58:40 GMT
[attr="class","scroll"]
never hesitate and always travel forwards
the left handed avenger
Word Count:
0498
Tags:
------
------
------
never hesitate and always travel forwards
trust in your fate
With the sun on the horizon one could almost believe the world pure of the taint of modern technology, although such purity was a thing of the past or so one might believe. It was such a thought that strayed across Telrean's mind as he woke within a tree, a feat that lead to such confusion that he promptly fell from it and hit the ground. Searching for landmarks with his eyes Telrean instead found signs of the London he knew in the distant overgrown buildings but he had no idea how exactly it had come to pass that he found himself there or even when now was, as his confusion continued to spread throughout his mind he noticed something following his gaze. Hovering before his eyes was the same interface he'd seen in Elder Tales the night before.
Could it be possible? Was this the game, and if so what was he doing within it? For that seemed to be the only logical conclusion, unless he'd been abducted and had his eyes replaced to approximate the Elder Tales interface before being returned centuries later. Due to how unlikely that seemed Telrean discarded that possibility immediately before experimenting with his gestures until he managed to call up the game menu, which answered the question of where he was. So it was Elder Tales, how he got there still eluded him but such thoughts were of no immediate concern given a few attempts to logout proved fruitless. For now he had no choice but to remain here on Londinium, so instead of worrying he simply scrolled through his inventory before selecting his bow and belt quiver to equip. The two items materialising on his person, the quiver upon his belt and the bow in his left hand, closing his menu he tested the limits of the bow before slipping it over his body to carry.
His mind racing at the implications and possibilities he now found himself confronted with simply due to this being the game, the foremost of which was could he die here and revive as the game had promised. An experiment for later perhaps or one to listen out for when he returned to inns later, for now he simply decided to follow his plan from the night before and that was simply to gather the goods to start on training his classes. The least dangerous of which would be gathering materials for use as a Scribe, first he'd need to find a tree burned by an errant spell or lightning for some charcoal to write with. After that he'd have to kill a slime for slime to refine into an eraser of sorts, given he only needed a little bit of goo he could likely trade the rest for some parchment, glue and leather from an alchemist. With a nod to himself as he resolved a course of actions, Telrean dusted himself off before heading into the Greatwood in search of a burned tree and some slimes.
Could it be possible? Was this the game, and if so what was he doing within it? For that seemed to be the only logical conclusion, unless he'd been abducted and had his eyes replaced to approximate the Elder Tales interface before being returned centuries later. Due to how unlikely that seemed Telrean discarded that possibility immediately before experimenting with his gestures until he managed to call up the game menu, which answered the question of where he was. So it was Elder Tales, how he got there still eluded him but such thoughts were of no immediate concern given a few attempts to logout proved fruitless. For now he had no choice but to remain here on Londinium, so instead of worrying he simply scrolled through his inventory before selecting his bow and belt quiver to equip. The two items materialising on his person, the quiver upon his belt and the bow in his left hand, closing his menu he tested the limits of the bow before slipping it over his body to carry.
His mind racing at the implications and possibilities he now found himself confronted with simply due to this being the game, the foremost of which was could he die here and revive as the game had promised. An experiment for later perhaps or one to listen out for when he returned to inns later, for now he simply decided to follow his plan from the night before and that was simply to gather the goods to start on training his classes. The least dangerous of which would be gathering materials for use as a Scribe, first he'd need to find a tree burned by an errant spell or lightning for some charcoal to write with. After that he'd have to kill a slime for slime to refine into an eraser of sorts, given he only needed a little bit of goo he could likely trade the rest for some parchment, glue and leather from an alchemist. With a nod to himself as he resolved a course of actions, Telrean dusted himself off before heading into the Greatwood in search of a burned tree and some slimes.
the left handed avenger
Word Count:
0498
Tags:
------
------
------
made by bubbles of btn, tweaked by telraen
[newclass=.scroll ::-webkit-scrollbar]height: 5px; width: 5px; background-color: #101010[/newclass]
[newclass=.scroll ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #1B1A1A; border-left: 1px solid #1B1A1A; border-top: 1px solid #1B1A1A[/newclass]
[newclass=.scroll ::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background-color: #101010;[/newclass]
