[Open] Slime grinding in Skinner's box.

[Rook]

What: Open Roleplay thread
Where: Windsor Greatwood: Newbie area.
When: Early evening of Day Thirteen in the new era. Almost two weeks after the catastrophe.
Why: Because it's nice to meet people.

Also, at this time Rook was a Monk wearing Monk starter gear.

It was exhilarating, the movement, the strength and speed. After struggling for so long, now Rook was starting to get her feet. Her new body was faster and stronger than the old one.

If only the monsters weren't so short, she had to stoop to punch the slimes. Not that slimes were very satisfying, why did it always begin with slimes. They were just gelatinous bags of XP and gold.
If she didn't need to gold for an inn room she wouldn't touch them at all.
They were just... She suppressed the thought adorable, she couldn't keep doing this if she recognised the fact that the they were just weird tiny curious creatures. Better to think of them as just uninteresting enemies.

If she only she were a higher level, maybe there would be something better... but no, not wise to push things to hard. She'd heard rumours about what losing your HP would do to you and didn't want to experience that. She even kept pretty close to the gates of town in case she needed to run. Player killers lurked further out waiting to fleece the hunters of their blood money... or in this case slime money. The Imperial Guard had their hands full trying to maintain sanity in the city... Even if it took her longer slimes were definitely the way to go.

Her most recent slimey victim collapsed to coins and what she imagined to be experience that floated away.

Rook stooped to pick the coins up and rolled one around in her palm. Probably time for a short break, regenerate some hit points... it wouldn't do to get too low and fall to a sneaky snake.

She sat down next to a small sack and pulled a carrot from it. Biting into the crunchy ingredient, it wasn't her favourite but prices were going up and she was definitely behind the wealth and experience curve. The idea of a hot meal crossed her mind. Savoury and thick with goodness and warmth.
Rook banished that idea before it soured her carrot that much. She could afford something that looked the part but the taste... no. Having the taste would cost far too much.
She chomped down on the carrot again and played with her hair. To have the taste she would need to be out here until well after dark.
Maybe she could more courier quests in the market but there didn't seem to be much work going today. And it also meant talking to people. Her throat was already horse and froggy from the speaking she'd done already. It got odd looks. Maybe she should join a guild... some trusty companions would let her hit the group content or at least fight something less adorable than slimes. That though, that would mean more talking.

“It's a catch” (crunch, nom nom nom.) “twenty two.” she said, and felt like she could probably make a more believable daffy duck impression than a voice that fit her face.

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