New Recruits

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JIMTHEKING UNAFFILIATED enchanter 1 scholar 1 brewer 1

100% HP 100% MP 100% ST

Elder Tale. The game that had sucked millions into all the different servers. Jim had the fortune to be sucked into the english server, and had been lurking in the city, living off the basic things while learning more information. He certainly did not want to die, even if it seemed to have no long term negative effects. But now, it seemed like a good time to enact his plan. A small grin covered his face, and he licked his lips, the prospects floating around his head causing him no amount of happiness.


But, for now, he had to prepare. At the current stage, he was not only too weak to do what needed to be done, but he lacked resources. In particular, levels and people. So, he had come out to the Windsor Greatwood to fix at least one of those problems, hopefully both. As an enchanter he was not really suited to the close range combat that was needed to level up quickly, so his first necessity was to find the next three classes. A Tank, a Healer and a Damage dealer.

He scanned the area, skipping over some of the others. He could tell by their names that they were unsuitable, idiotic names full of xX and 69, annoying idiots who Jim thought should stay on their filthy peasant consoles, instead of tainting his perfect pc virtual world. His face remained in a smile, but his eyes were cold, disgust shooting out of them like arrows from a mental bow. 

He decided to watch for now, interested in how the people fighting in front of him would play out. Maybe he could find a potential companion here. Preferably a class that complemented his own, but if not, he could go with anything. He paid particular attention to the eyes. That was how you could tell what a person was truly like. 

So he turned to watch the combatants fight, hmmmming slightly as he watched the potential candidates battle.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT:

Starter Cloth Armor: A basic set of cloth armor made from cheap fabric. They are not really protective, but they are better than going naked—probably. You probably do want to replace these asap, when you think about it.

Apprentice Grimoire: A one-handed apprentice’s book of spells designed for novice mages, made out of cheap materials. Doesn’t particularly have too many pages, but it is better than nothing. If used by a magic class, you get the ability to shoot a basic magic attack with a range of 2 meters.

ABILITIES USED:

TAGS:Octavia of Elysium Alice

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[Alice]

ALICE shaman 1 fortunetelling 1 pharmacist 1

100% HP 100% MP 100% ST

Allison opened her eyes, unable to comprehend what was going on, though apparently she was sleeping... Standing up? What her eyes received was an instant burst of light that flooded her receptors that hadn't adapted to its environment, and as she squinted, she was able to make out the trees and leaves that surrounded her, shielding her from the bright sunlight. "What's going on?" she asked herself and to no one in particular, being in a very recluse area which was inhabited by no one at the current moment. She had never been in a forest all her life, having always lived in the city and to the mountains whenever she had a class trip. Wait, was she kidnapped?

And what were these weird clothes? She lifted her hand to inspect the cheap fabric that scratched at her arms, though covered it nonetheless. She had never seen these clothes before, did someone force her into them after she was kidnapped? After a few moments, her back finally recognized that she was wearing a sort of item slung on it, a foreign object that she had never carried before. She sat down to examine it, slinging it over her head, only to see a bow and a quiver filled to the brim. She frowned, this was getting weirder and weirder. Why did she have a bow and arrow? Was she supposed to fight someone with equipment that she had never touched all her life until now? Her mind nagged at the conclusion it was getting at, but Allison was in complete denial. "There's no way, right?"

That was, of course, until she saw the sigil on her arm. The weird mark that had been captured on her avatar who she had just created after the British server went online. On that game. On Elder Tale. Elder Tale, of all things. Wait, did that mean she had turned into a Race of Ritual just as her avatar had been? That wasn't possible at all, was it? Things like that only happened in cheap Hollywood films, not even those have a lot of movies with this theme! Desperate, she slung back the bow and quiver into position and ran out of her immediate surrounding, searching for a water source. She had modeled her avatar after her, sure, complete to the length of each individual hair and the placement of her eyebrows, but there was only one thing that was different.

When she had arrived at the pond, she stopped abruptly and knelt. There, she saw the bright red eye that had replaced her brown pupils, with an eyepatch over the other one as she had placed on her avatar as an accessory to create the simple air of mystery. But this was no longer 'simple mystery', she had been transported into the game and she was now forced to live her life as the avatar that she had just created. At least, that would have been the conclusion of any insane person. There was no way that this had happened, "It's just a dream, right?" she sighed to herself.

The only calm and sensible course of action that she had to undertake now was to find someone else to confirm her suspicions. Since it was a new server, her friend list hadn't been carried over so, potentially, she would know no one who was playing in this game at all until she were to introduce herself to others. Well of course, first she had to find someone else. Allison hadn't been poring over the maps of the British server because there were none, especially since this was a new server entirely. Hopefully, it would have been similar to that of the Japanese server, but if this server had been based on Britain...

Then shit, she would be lost.

No, stay calm, stay calm. She just needed to find someone else first, hopefully someone that knew what was going on. Trudging her way towards what she supposed to be the center of the forest, she found loads of people who were apparently stuck in the same situation as her. Some were fighting each other, some had been in the same state of denial that she was in just recently. But there was one that stood out for her, someone who was so calm that he was essentially observing the others for suitability and quality. Allison knew that this was immediately someone that she would like to talk to with a great sense of rationality, and thus she approached him.

"Hello," she said, unsure of what to say exactly as a greeting. She was hesitant in being blunt, but the person didn't look as if he would mind nonsense, so she just came straight out with it, "Do you know what is going on right now?"

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT:

• Starter Cloth Armor.
• Starter Short Bow.
• Quiver filled with arrows.

ABILITIES USED:

TAGS: Octavia of Elysium & @jimtheking

WORDS: 813

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[Harvest Moon]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Beserker - Alchemist

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Windsor Greatwood was a dumb noob area with a really stupid name. Really, who ever thought it would be a good idea to name something "greatwood?" Every immature player in the game had at least a smirk when they so much of thought of the name. A poor choice on the developer's part, though it was only one of many, and one of the more minor issues. The whole deal with being trapped inside of the game would've been nice to know beforehand, for instance.

Anyway, back to Noobsor Greatwood. This wasn't exactly Harvest's ideal place to train, but you had to start somewhere. At this point she was also begrudgingly a noob, something that tore at her very core. This wouldn't last long, thankfully, but being on the same level as so many degenerates and peasants was enough to drive anybody insane. Right? That's how most everybody thought, anyway. Not that anybody else's opinion even mattered in the long run.

The walked with a proud strut, occasionally stopping to engage in combat with the pathetic low level goblins and imps in the area simply to grind. Anybody could take these creatures out, even somebody as pathetic enough to pick a support class. What a lousy class, all three of them; worthless. Who needed to heal when you surpass the enemy on every physical level?

Speaking of squishy good-for-nothings, there were a couple that caught Evelyn's interest standing off away from the rest of the crowd. Interesting. Why weren't they leveling? Were they lost? Or were they just complete newbies? Or worse, were they kind of people who didn't want to fight because this "was serious" or whatever? Pathetic! All of them.

Harvest approached the duo with her chin held high, setting her large stylized scythe into the ground besides her to fold her arms. Her bright green eyes looked at the blue haired man, and then to the girl with the eyepatch. Who did she think she was? Some sort of shitty pirate?

"So is this what you losers do? Sit around and waste space?"

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Scythe
ABILITIES USED:
TAGS: @jimtheking, Alice
WORDS: 352

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