Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 20:47:28 GMT
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The sun shone brightly in the eyes of this particular adventurer, who instantly raised his hand over his forehead to shade them from the burning star’s harsh rays. To suddenly wake up in the world you’ve always viewed from behind a computer screen was a jarring, almost traumatic, effect. His sight began to blur, the player known as Dire trying to find a support of some kind before he lost anymore focus in his vision. Finding a nearby tree, he stumbled underneath its shade as he leaned against it. His breath escaped him in ragged gasps, closing his eyes as his mind raced to find a conclusion for the events that had just transpired.
“Seriously…where the hell am I?” he muttered to himself, raising his head once he felt that he calmed down from the initial panic attack. Ruined structures and machinations lined the road he was on, vines and other overgrowth working their way into the still standing structures that rose high above the ground. To him, it looked like the vines were trying to pull the buildings down into the other, as if to reunite it with the building’s fallen comrades. The sound of voices carried through the air, Dire turning his head in various directions to find the source of the noise. Pulling his cloak tightly around him, Dire trudged along the path, following the sounds of civilization until he finally spied a couple of meager market stalls down one of the roads. As he neared them, he saw that they were abandoned, various ingredients and small pouches of gold sitting on the counters behind them. Without a second thought, Dire plucked the small pouches and added the gold to his own pouch. After emptying the pouches, he grabbed a couple of fruits and vegetables from the stands and stuffed a couple in each.
“Finders keepers, after all,” he muttered to himself as he tucked away his small store of stolen goods. Taking a final glance around to make sure no one noticed him “borrowing” a couple items, he resumed traveling down the road.
Rounding the corner put him face to face with a large group of adventurers, each of them doing their own routine as they walked past him. One was carrying a basket, probably for shopping or making a delivery. A group of adventurers were standing next to a make-shift sign advertising about their need for another player to join them on a quest. Most were either talking to someone else, the others sitting to the side or at outdoor cafes. Another was standing in the middle of the road, handing out pamphlets to anyone who walked by. Better avoid using that path, he thought, his brow furrowing and his mouth forming a scowl as he thought about socializing with people. Dire walked back down the path he came from, ending up in the outer edges of a large wooded area called the Windsor Greatwood.
Looks like as good a place as any to start grinding. Or to find a couple of saps.
“Seriously…where the hell am I?” he muttered to himself, raising his head once he felt that he calmed down from the initial panic attack. Ruined structures and machinations lined the road he was on, vines and other overgrowth working their way into the still standing structures that rose high above the ground. To him, it looked like the vines were trying to pull the buildings down into the other, as if to reunite it with the building’s fallen comrades. The sound of voices carried through the air, Dire turning his head in various directions to find the source of the noise. Pulling his cloak tightly around him, Dire trudged along the path, following the sounds of civilization until he finally spied a couple of meager market stalls down one of the roads. As he neared them, he saw that they were abandoned, various ingredients and small pouches of gold sitting on the counters behind them. Without a second thought, Dire plucked the small pouches and added the gold to his own pouch. After emptying the pouches, he grabbed a couple of fruits and vegetables from the stands and stuffed a couple in each.
“Finders keepers, after all,” he muttered to himself as he tucked away his small store of stolen goods. Taking a final glance around to make sure no one noticed him “borrowing” a couple items, he resumed traveling down the road.
Rounding the corner put him face to face with a large group of adventurers, each of them doing their own routine as they walked past him. One was carrying a basket, probably for shopping or making a delivery. A group of adventurers were standing next to a make-shift sign advertising about their need for another player to join them on a quest. Most were either talking to someone else, the others sitting to the side or at outdoor cafes. Another was standing in the middle of the road, handing out pamphlets to anyone who walked by. Better avoid using that path, he thought, his brow furrowing and his mouth forming a scowl as he thought about socializing with people. Dire walked back down the path he came from, ending up in the outer edges of a large wooded area called the Windsor Greatwood.
Looks like as good a place as any to start grinding. Or to find a couple of saps.
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