Glimmering baubbles [crafting] [completed]

[inx]

Upon creation Sven was bombarded with options, choices, and a slew of decisions about who he would make and what they could do. Most questions were simple and easy enough to provide answer, but the one that seemed to answer itself was the question of crafting. Potions and medicine are key to survival, they increase combat effectiveness, and they are glimmering hope for those who seek to do great things. Of course the creation of these valuables was a tedious task when vendors would sell you the same object for most basic needs without an issue. These easily gathered potions would, quite often in most games, eventually lose effectiveness outside of ailing the sick. The supplies to start were simple and gathering of herbs simpler still. Leave the city, gather some lot of plants, return. With such a powerful trade under his belt, it wouldn't be long for him to find a strong position within the economy and standing.

With swaying hair and a pendulum of head and shoulder as he walked from the walls of the city. Humming and plotting the tablets and consumables he would create. The trip out to the collection zones for the lowest of herbs was often quick and before anyone would notice he left, he'd be back with goods in hand.

[inx]

Upbeat steps out of the city towards a favored place of medicinal herbs, pasty balls of food chewed as he went. No need to rush, no urge to run, just keep bumping; his thoughts are those of man in need of motivation, but his stride showing positive effects. Green grass and glints of metal and light in the distance, battle not far from his destination. With basic knowledge in quick windows it was less then a loveable task to create the little shiny trinkets of life Inx desired.

Soft steps and squishy ground passed by as the shimmering failed to appear again. The battle had claimed a body and the anima spheres decorated the patch of sky. Unsure of the victor, but the only remaining body laid out upon the ground. Resting after a fight was more of a player trick then that of a demi-human, but the elite creatures in most games act differently then the average mob. At such a low level, it could prove difficult to slay the beast or player if need be.

Kneeling and paying no mind to the ended battle his fingers grasped at the greens and snatched up the stems, root and all.

[inx]

With greedy palms and nimble fingers Inx plucked and plucked, his right hand only distracted as he clicked through his command menu. His small leather pouch tied to his waist quickly found itself filling as medicinal creations appeared. The world turning real seemed like a blessing that Sven could never have imagined; a massive expansion and a good deal on a hot game came with a smash of reality that money couldn't buy. This tasteless tablet of life was so much better then any medicine he had known before.

The quiet plucking of plants came to an abrupt halt as a voice from just behind snickered, "Never fear, the reaper is here." A raised eyebrow and a number of internal questions surfaced as Inx began to turn around. A sharp pain came over his neck and the world turned black. The reaper ended Inx with only a single attack, but the soft and cheerful expression would be lost from the newer player.

Some time later Inx opened his eyes to the view of the chapel's ceiling. 'How'd I get here?' Stretching his neck from side to side as he lay on the revival stone. Sven remembered his mission to collect herbs and slowly sat up. Slowly a slender finger dipped into his medication pouch to find tablets. The hand shifted from the sack to his head, his legs sweeping over the side of the rock. The fabric of his dress swayed from side to side for a moment as his focus on the stained glass windows to see where the sun was. The early morning had shifted unto the late afternoon and the newer player grasped an understanding that death is time consuming.

"Perhaps it takes time because I don't have experience to steal." His soft voice cut out as his heels pronounced his landing with a pair of taps. Perhaps further research into medication for increasing his sense might allow for Inx to steel himself before disaster strikes, perhaps death is a reward in and of itself.

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[Total Word Count: 775]