Post by Ryker on May 24, 2014 6:03:52 GMT
The sun, high in the sky, pierced through the clouds above like a heavenly spear. Light shined all around the ruined city of Londinium with very few clouds to block any of the rays. The air was light, easy to breathe, and smelled of the sweet natural flowers in the area. Peoples, Adventurers and People of the Land both mingled happily in the streets below. Some early birds were coming from their early morning adventures while the many more late bloomers were just crawling out of their beds; the all-nighters were just crashing. It was a… beautiful… spring day. Nearly perfect. Well, if it wasn’t for the lack of a fishing pole in Ryker’s hand, it would have been perfect. And that was what made him a little upset.
The little man sat calmly on the rooftop of one of the few cafés in the city, nestled into a comfortable chair, as he sipped at a cup of cold water. He had been there ever since he had returned to the city an hour or so after gathering some materials with two others players. He figured that a little break was in order but the longer he sat in the chair, the more uneasy he became. Ryker blew air into the straw that stuck into his cup, stared at the bubbles which followed the motion, and kicked his feet. It was strange. He felt constricted, bound, and tied up. In the real world, Ryker was free. He could go anywhere he wanted without caring and after his father passed… No one could tell him otherwise. But here… here there were monsters everywhere. Ryker had seen the eyes, felt the rumbles, and heard some stories because of his lovely new set of ears. Yet, what made him feel even worse was the fact that he had no fishing pole. The, now fox-man, couldn’t do what he did best.
“Meh…” Ryker sighed before taking the last few sips of his drink. The few ice cubes clanged against the glass cup they sat in, and it was almost like a cue for the waitress to appear. She was a cute thing, dressed in her skimpy outfit, but Ryker’s mind was elsewhere.
“Can I get you another drink, Sir?” The woman was an Adventurer, like Ryker, but it seemed she had a much different class set. It was almost as if her smile was casting a spell. Thankfully Ryker wasn’t looking at her.
“No thank you. It’s time for me to move along.” Ryker pulled out a small handful of gold and passed it to the woman. The water was free, but Ryker still appreciated the kind service. After paying the waitress her tip, the fox-man hopped out of his chair and then pushed it in, choosing to not leave his manners behind in the real world. With that, he made his way off the roof and through the building below. A yawn escaped the white haired male’s lips as he passed through the push-able front door. From there, he headed towards the middle of the city.
In the center, or what Ryker considered the center, was a large fountain of sorts. Dozens upon dozens of Adventurers gathered to chat, make new friends, and to start new parties or regroup with older ones. Ryker didn’t recognize a single face and he was glad for that. He had not come to the fountain area for friends, but for more relaxation. So, rather than spike up a conversation, Ryker made his way over to the side of the zone and sat down in the shade beneath a tree. There he accessed his menu and summoned one of his personally named, “Potential Rods”, to the air in front of him. A slight grin crossed his face as the piece of wood floated for a moment before falling into his hand. He then summoned one of his starting woodcrafter tools, a very badly rusted knife which could barely be called such. With the two items in his hands, Ryker began to carefully flicked the least-blunt edge of his terrible knife at the stick.
“Soon…” Ryker chuckled to himself, his grin spreading into a wide smile.
The little man sat calmly on the rooftop of one of the few cafés in the city, nestled into a comfortable chair, as he sipped at a cup of cold water. He had been there ever since he had returned to the city an hour or so after gathering some materials with two others players. He figured that a little break was in order but the longer he sat in the chair, the more uneasy he became. Ryker blew air into the straw that stuck into his cup, stared at the bubbles which followed the motion, and kicked his feet. It was strange. He felt constricted, bound, and tied up. In the real world, Ryker was free. He could go anywhere he wanted without caring and after his father passed… No one could tell him otherwise. But here… here there were monsters everywhere. Ryker had seen the eyes, felt the rumbles, and heard some stories because of his lovely new set of ears. Yet, what made him feel even worse was the fact that he had no fishing pole. The, now fox-man, couldn’t do what he did best.
“Meh…” Ryker sighed before taking the last few sips of his drink. The few ice cubes clanged against the glass cup they sat in, and it was almost like a cue for the waitress to appear. She was a cute thing, dressed in her skimpy outfit, but Ryker’s mind was elsewhere.
“Can I get you another drink, Sir?” The woman was an Adventurer, like Ryker, but it seemed she had a much different class set. It was almost as if her smile was casting a spell. Thankfully Ryker wasn’t looking at her.
“No thank you. It’s time for me to move along.” Ryker pulled out a small handful of gold and passed it to the woman. The water was free, but Ryker still appreciated the kind service. After paying the waitress her tip, the fox-man hopped out of his chair and then pushed it in, choosing to not leave his manners behind in the real world. With that, he made his way off the roof and through the building below. A yawn escaped the white haired male’s lips as he passed through the push-able front door. From there, he headed towards the middle of the city.
In the center, or what Ryker considered the center, was a large fountain of sorts. Dozens upon dozens of Adventurers gathered to chat, make new friends, and to start new parties or regroup with older ones. Ryker didn’t recognize a single face and he was glad for that. He had not come to the fountain area for friends, but for more relaxation. So, rather than spike up a conversation, Ryker made his way over to the side of the zone and sat down in the shade beneath a tree. There he accessed his menu and summoned one of his personally named, “Potential Rods”, to the air in front of him. A slight grin crossed his face as the piece of wood floated for a moment before falling into his hand. He then summoned one of his starting woodcrafter tools, a very badly rusted knife which could barely be called such. With the two items in his hands, Ryker began to carefully flicked the least-blunt edge of his terrible knife at the stick.
“Soon…” Ryker chuckled to himself, his grin spreading into a wide smile.
