[Open][Social][Future] An Adventurer's Return

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((Bear in mind, this thread takes place several years in the future after the Apocalypse. Just wanted to let people know what I meant by the [Future] tag in the title. Nine years in the future, to be exact.))

Londinium. The capitol city of the United Kingdom's server of Elder Tale. After an entire nine years passed by, which felt like a surprisingly short length of time when reflected back upon by the Adventurers trapped in the world of the game, people had gotten used to all of the differences between Elder Tale and the harsh reality those players left long ago. People became accustomed to everything new in this world, and now, much of it felt less like a game and more like any typical reality. The cities bustled with merchants and average citizens, the fields were filled with workers, and dungeons had plenty of adventurers raring to find that new piece of loot. Well, perhaps that last part is still exclusive to video games, but it is beginning to feel normal at least. Many players eventually discovered that all of the servers in the Half Gaia Project, coded to represent each server's respective location on Earth, were all connected. Chinese players could be found in America; Korean players could be found in Japan; I am sure you get the idea by now. Many of the foreign players traveled to conduct politics, or economics, or to reunite with distant friends met on the Internet before the Apocalypse. However, many other players simply traveled to explore the world.

The waves were strong, yet the ships engineered and created by Adventurers were far stronger. "Hey," a man's voice called. "Hey!" He called a second time. "HEY!" A third time, and this time, he had finally caught the attention of the man he was trying to speak to. The man's voice had a German accent to it, yet despite this, he was indeed from the Unfounded Kingdom, the UK server. "Quit day dreaming, Dumah. You do not wish to be out of it like this when we all hit land and are reunited with our respective friends, do you?" The man had a piercing glare as he spoke.

A slightly distracted Half-Alv man spoke back with a crooked smile. "No, Adolf, I would not. We have been exploring the Western hemisphere for quite a while, so to be quite frank, I am simply looking forward to getting back home and seeing everyone." He looked up to the large mast and sails of the ship he was on. It was a ship belonging to his guild, ((OOC Note: I will be making the guild thread as soon as I have some time. Sorry for this little inconsistency. Liquid Time is a life saver.)) Noihara. Despite many sailors using steel ships, Dumah had an odd favoring of classic ships made from wood. Whenever anyone would ask him about it, his excuse was always the same: when it was built, his guild did not have many metalworkers and did not have enough gold to hire any, nor did they have enough to simply buy a steel ship.

The Wolf Hair Adventurer with beautiful silver hair began to speak in response. "I agree. As much as I hate being stuck in one place for too long, I do not hate it as much as I hate being kept away from a place for too long. However, I do believe we should-" As he began to utter another sentence, he was cut off by the speech of another man. "Guild Master Dumah, Zyoto is now docking at Londinium." The NES Zyoto, or Noihara Exploration Ship Zyoto in full, was the large ship Dumah commanded for international exploratory expeditions. Many would think him to be obsessed or in love with his ship based off how careful he was with it. He did not tell many people this story, but the story behind the name Zyoto was a loving one in Dumah's eyes. In another MMORPG, Dumah had met a player by the username Zyoto, who is now his wife - or rather, she was in the real world.

The black haired Half-Alv Guild Master stood from a wooden chair with a grin on his face, two swords on each of his hips, and a custom made long black hoodie worn on his person. "Great! We shall be out in but a moment then! Thank you for telling us." He and the messenger gave each other a simple salute of their balled up fists to their hearts and a slight bow before all three of the men walked out. The ship was docked at a busy dock near Londinium; the ship and its crew was welcomed by several people: fellow guild mates, family, and friends.


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Klide had remained about the same over the years. True, he was now in his mid twenties, but aside from that, he had not changed much. He had awakened in his comfy inn room, having never bothered to buy a house to call his own. He had lifted his head from the warm pillows slowly, and stretched noisily. Then he scratched his head and yawned loudly. He stood hesitantly from the warm sheets, not sure if he should be getting up (He has also remained a lover of naps and sleep in general). He let his pajamas fall from his skin and instantly he regretted leaving his warm bed. "Damn these spring breezes." He hopped into the warm shower that sat just beyond a thin wooden door in his room. He was almost instantly revitalized by the warm water that now cascaded over his cool flesh. He exited the steamy room with a towel wrapped around his waist and took a peek at his character HUD. His eyes widened when he realized what day it was. He threw the towel onto the corner of his bed, and grabbed some random clothes from around the room, fortunately they were all clean. He pulled the under clothes on before running out his door, his important gear safely stored in his inventory (ah the convenience of hammer space). He burst through the front door of the inn with one pant leg in hand, and the other half up his leg. A few of the People Of The Land around him laughed as he stumbled past then in a frenzied wrestling match between him and his tangled pants, but most seemed to ignore it and go about their business as if this were normal. (which it was not, Klide may behave like a fool sometimes, but those times are few and far between, and he rarely hurries to any specific location unless it is some new quest). "Damn it! I can not be late today!" He shouted as he finally forced his second leg into the pants and started working on sliding a shirt on.



Klide jumped up onto a near by fruit stall and then onto the building it was up against. He ran across the roof of the building and jumped onto the next, continuing toward the distant docks he had not visited in months. He finally reached the edge of the city and dived into the trees from his roof top path. Catching hold of one of the tree's thick branches, he swung onto the ground and used the momentum from the swinging to move even faster. He passed a young couple in the forest, having a private rendezvous, and almost knocked over an elderly Person of the land, helping her pick up the groceries he'd knocked out of her hands. "I am so sorry miss, I should have been more careful with all of these forest paths around." He ran off with a wave and a smile, and then disappeared into the dense shrubbery.



Klide could finally hear the distant crashing of waves, and the laborious shouts of sea men, sailors, and merchants on the busy port. He climbed up into on of the highest trees along the coast and stared out at the long rows of ships docked on the port. He saw a flag that fit the one he had seen off what seemed like forever ago. He dropped from the tree and found a path between the sweaty men on all sides. Klide finally say both men at the dock he had been heading towards. One was a welcome sight, the other was still not what Klide would call a 'friend' even after 9 years. "Dumah!!! It has been far to long, friend!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he sprinted towards his friend, and embraced him. Then he looked at the other, white haired man. With a slight nod, and not even a hint of a smile, he says. "Hello Adolf".



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[Bailin]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 866 TWC: 866 Tags @dumah @blazeedge Theme Song Friends and beer Credits Cortana

On this day a tall character walked through the streets of Londinium, his hands were folded together behind his back, hidden by black, metallic looking gloves. A long black coat, with its collar ending a mere centimetre from the ears and a small, black skull and musket pin nigh hidden on the upper left corner of said collar, gently fluttered in the wind as the character marched through the streets, a large axe-head gleaming menacingly above his right shoulder, it being held in place by a leather bandolier with a metal ring to hold the handle of the axe, giving a slight rattle of metal against wood with each step he took, accompanied with a loud ring of metal studs hitting the pavement. On his back hung a scoped riffle, the stock rising above his left shoulder; being held in place by a black leather bandolier, several bullets protruding from sown on dark, cloth holders. Both weapons crossed each other at his back, hiding the finely stitched embroidery of the same skull and musket. [break][break] Black leather boots rose and fell as the man marched through the streets of London, or at least the city that resembled London quite a bit including in its name, his face was stern, eye shining bright, the other being hidden by an eye patch. Short, neatly combed strands of hair gently bobbed with each step as the man kept marching to an imaginary tune in his mind. His face was covered with a big, burly, black beard, though the man had kept it well, something that wasn’t that hard in this still strange and mysterious world. [break][break] Nine years ago the man had had an eye patch, long hair in a ponytail, a rather chubby composure, neat, short trimmed beard and mostly a large smile on his face. But through the years he had changed to certain degrees, the most apparent being the large beard and short hair, but he had also decided to lose his chubby physical shape as it did not fit his current tasks. It was true that the man now looked more intimidating, or at least he tried to appear as such. He wore a dark and black attire, a small contrast to what he used to wear, which had a small amount of more colours. [break][break] Underneath his long, black coat he wore one of his own creations, his Warden Armour, partially hidden underneath his leather coat, and also of a black, metallic colour. The basis once had been chainmail, combined with metal plates and sockets to place cartridges and the likes upon the armour as a means to improve the capabilities. Now, several years later, the basis remained the same, but the amount of metal plates and sockets had increased, mostly on his arms and legs. It was true, however, that a genuine chainmail offered more protection, but in the man’s opinion this was a sacrifice worth making when one took into account the buffs and other interesting items one could embed in the sockets, something regular chainmail lacked. [break][break] And on and on he kept marching towards the harbour, his feet rising and falling, nearly sending sparks flying when his feet made contact with the ground. Gently he started humming an old tune, recalling the words in his mind, raising the corners of his lips in a minute smile, subtle, gentle, but a smile nonetheless. ‘Ob stürmt oder schneit…’ he thought as he kept his pace and entered the harbour area. [break][break] Arriving at the harbour the man noticed a boatload of people and ships. Many were loading or offloading cargo and passengers. There was a large variety of ships, both wooden and steel, as well as sail and steam ships. Though there was one ship the man was here to see. A wooden ship, because the person he was supposed to meet had a thing for wooden ships, rather than the newer steel ships. Quickly spying with his eye the man found his target and promptly started marching towards the ship, which had just finished docking and started to let people on- and off board, as well as unload their cargo. [break][break] Promptly the man marched with great stride to his target, changing his pace and hands, as if he was marching on parade, gently making a fist and placing the upper part of his thumb against the lower part of his index finger, raising his arms slightly high as his opposite foot fell to the ground, marching up the boarding plank. [break][break] There, before his eye, he was met with a strange sight. A certain monk was standing next to two certain Swashbucklers. ‘What did I just spy with mine little eye…’ the man thought as he marched up to the trio, clacking his heels together as a way of greeting before he grabbed Dumah’s hand and gave him a stern nod, his face rather blank. [break][break] “Fancy meeting you lot here. So, is it hunting season or do you have anything to tell us, my good sir Dumah?” Inquired Bailin with a small grin, giving a short nod to Adolf, curious as to why the Monk was present and unbound, especially after what had transpired many years ago.[break][break] ]

[Alette]

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{Alette Caelius as a young adult}

As people began to walk onto the old styled large wooden ship to welcome its crew back, a young woman's voice shot through the huge crowds of sailors and sea men. "Wait! Wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT!" The source of this voice could barely be seen as it pushed and shoved through several crowds of people. As it reached the ship and ran in a rushed manner onto the deck, the source of the voice - a young woman with long brown hair in two pony tails stumbled to the gently rocking deck of the wooden ship. She released a small gasp-like scream as her arms shout forward by instinct to attempt to catch herself. With a small "Oof!" she hit the deck, and almost immediately the black haired Half-Alv ship captain walked to her, helping her stand back up. She grabbed his hand softly and was pulled up into a stand. "Thanks, dad." She had a sweet smile and gave him a tight embrace, which was quickly returned by the man.

"It is great to see you, Alette! How has the guild been managing here without me?" Dumah and his daughter released each other and smiled as they exchanged words and updates.

"It has been the same as always, dad. I have been keeping everything here in the Unfounded Kingdom in check." As big a claim as this was to state that she was keeping everything in the entire Unfounded Kingdom server in line, she insinuated her father's guild, which was local to the Unfounded Kingdom. "We managed to help some of the lower leveled members train, and they keep begging me to take them on a raid!"

"Are they prepared for it? Are their levels high enough, are their strategies well thought out, do they have suitable equipment and gear?" As the two spoke back and forth, the silver haired Adolf looked at the small group that their return had summoned. The two men who had come, Bailin and Klide, showed warmth and kindness to Dumah, yet all Adolf had gotten was barely a nod or hello uttered to him. He did not care much, but he was still a bit jealous. As for the energy-filled, excited Alette, she barely seemed to acknowledge Adolf's existence.

Alette gave a crooked smile and a hearty laugh as she heard her father's series of questions. "Ahahah! No, not quite yet! They are getting there though, but not quite yet. Oh! But speaking of gear...!" Alette, already wearing a more modern style of clothing, reached into a magic bag slung around her and from it, she pulled out a small staff with a large glass orb on the end. The shaft of the staff made it seem more suitable to call it a wand, but when Alette held it horizontally, with both ends pointed sideways, a soft click! was heard and both ends shot out, showing that the staff was larger and simply compact. At its full size, the staff reached from the floor of the ship's deck to her shoulders. As it extended to its full size, the bottom end of the staff managed to extend far enough to hit Adolf directly in his throat, which he then clenched in pain. "Isn't this cool? I found it at a local shop while I was doing some window shopping and browsing in the market!" She then looked at the staff's long handle and stroked it gently, impressed with the design. "The people in this town make all kinds of amazing innovations!" Despite the pain her staff had caused Adolf, and his apparent anger, Alette still paid him no attention.

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Klide was now standing back with Bailin as Alette spoke with her father. She had turned into a beautiful woman over the years, and Klide smiled as he recalled just how small and fragile she had been when they had first met. After their warm reunion embrace, Dumah asked how the guild was holding up without him there. She told him about how everything was fine, and how the lower levels were more trained and begging to go on a raid. Small talk like that continued for a while. Klide turned to Bailin and greeted him with a firm handshake. "It has been too long Bailin" He said with a smile. "And neither of us has an excuse, since both of us are close to the city. How has Saskia been doing?" At that point, Alette brought out her new weapon. She reached into a magic bag slung around her and from it she pulled a small staff, which held a large glass orb on the end. The shaft of the staff made it seem more suitable to be called a wand, but when Alette held it horizontally a soft click was heard and both ends shot out, showing that the staff was larger and had just been compact. At its full size, the staff was almost as tall as her. As it extended to its full size, the bottom end of the staff managed to extend far enough to hit Adolf directly in the throat, which he then clenched in pain. Alette completely ignored him and continued to talk to her father as if Adolf did not exist. Klide spoke up, feeling that despite their past, he could at least try to be more open to Adolf. "Adolf, are you ok?" He walked over to the man and hesitantly placed an hand on his shoulder. He looked over at Alette and spoke to her. "Alette, please do be more careful with that, someone could get seriously injured if you just extend it at random and wave it about with out looking at your surroundings." He was careful not to mention Adolf specifically, knowing that she carried a large grudge for the pain he had caused her, but he still felt she should at least get a small hint that it was too much. He looked back at Dumah, and suddenly a nostalgic feeling washed over him, accompanied by a warm, yet painful memory. "It seems like forever since you punched me to per my request does it not Dumah? And look at us now. I would go so far as to say that we that we are more equal now, than we have ever been before. Time sure does fly."

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Tags: @dumah , Bailin , Alette , Adolf

[Bailin]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 315 TWC: 1281 Tags @dumah @blazeedge  Alette Adolf Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

From out of the crowd a relatively familiar voice shouted out, the voice being relatively familiar and yet different from before, one might say it sound a tad more mature. From amidst the crowd a young Lander woman burst forward and rushed upon the deck, brown hair tied into two pony tails, hitting the deck after she tripped. Dumah quickly rushed over to help the girl on her feet and they exchanged some words regarding their guild and a possible adventure. “Indeed it has been Klide. I do not know. She has been going on adventures a lot and still does. How have you been?” Bailin responded curtly, the response being a minute amount more than a grunt. After their exchange Alette mentioned something about gear and took out a small staff-like object with a glass ball at the top. Suddenly, with a sudden *click* the staff unfolded and became a proper staff instead of something that resembled a fancy toothpick for a giant. When the staff increased its size one of the end punched Adolf in the face, much to the delight of Bailin, though not enough he changed his facial expression. “Indeed they do.” Bailin said, agreeing with Alette in regards of the innovative nature of the people of this town. [break][break] “He yet lives.” Bailin said curtly, making no efforts on hiding his dislike and distrust of the monk. Silently Bailin took out his axe and let the head slam onto the deck. ‘If we’re going to do a show and tell, I shall join in; I wonder if that pitiful excuse of a monk will dare say a word.’ The Warden thought as the axe head gleamed in the sunlight. [break][break] “Well, mister Dumah, how was your journey? And what have you been up to since we last had met?” Bailin asked, using more words than he had in a long, long time. [break][break]