Post by Valerie on Apr 29, 2015 22:19:19 GMT
Coming home...
Tags: Valerie Words: 1443 Notes: N/A HP: 100% MP: 100% | After a long day of monster hunting, Valerie began to head over to her new house, which she had purchased the day before. It was a pretty little house by a large river in Londinium. Digging though her memories for a bit, she plotted out a mental map to get back to her new home and started walking. When she reached a fork in the road, the girl took the stone paved path and soon a small grey stone house stood up from the ground beside the river with an empty garden in front of the house. With the back of the house facing the river and the front of the house facing the Greatwood forest, the Swashbuckler followed the rocky path and she stood in front of the front door of the house for a second before producing a small key out of her pocket. Inserting the key into the lock, the wooden door clicked and swung open a tad, allowing the Adventurer to access the house. Valerie pushed the door lightly and stepped inside her home. The day she had purchased the house, she had rearranged the little furniture that came with the house. It was slightly strange to call a place home after lurking around Londinium since the beginning of the Apocalypse. She had been one of the players that had little experience despite having played the game before the update that resulted in the world of Elder Tale to become their current reality, one where the players, Adventurers, never die. The Dancer’s friends had not been available to play during the update, so the girl was alone in this new world. Alone and inexperienced, the girl had tried to keep to herself, ignoring contact with other people by staying in the forests at night, never setting foot into the city, but it hadn’t ended very well... Unless you would consider her becoming slightly mentally unstable, to the point of developing two different personalities, was perfectly fine. There was her current personality, the typical Val, and then the one that had always lay low, whispering dark thoughts to her, the one that would not settle well with others. Her mentor, Hiro, had seemed noticed it in her first fight with the slimes. The Monk had called it blood lust, which was very dominate in the girl’s Other personality. It was about when she had taken up the mentor quest when she had given up on isolating herself and tried to open back up to the world, though it was proven quite difficult for the girl as the Other began to slowly seep into Valerie’s normal personality. With the little tip from her mentor, the girl placed it back in check and she thankfully hadn’t had much of a problem with it. The girl began her quest to make some friends, building a human connection to the world she was living in. In her time alone, which she chose for herself, Valerie realized that no matter how much she wished she would survive by herself, another human presence would be required to keep her in check and sane. Taking a deep breath, the scent of her new house filled her nose, clearing her mind at the same time. The dark haired brunette smiled softly and closed the door behind her, locking it with a twist of her wrist and slipped the delicate silver key back into the pocket in the side of her black coat. Her dark violet eyes scanned the interior of the house. In front of her was a simple, basic living room. It was quite empty as with a small wooden table and chair that was settled on the right side of the room, next to a window that faced the river. Both pieces of furniture were close to breaking and the girl hadn’t dared to put pressure and weight on them. On the left side of the room was a mildly rusted spiraling metal staircase that leads to her empty bedroom and bathroom. Other than that, the living room was completely barren. Right in front of the girl, on the other side of the living room were two doorways; one on the right goes to the kitchen and the left one goes to the library. The kitchen was pretty much untouched from the moment she purchased the house, and the girl was planning to leave it that way… That is unless she wanted to burn her new house down to ashes. The Adventurer was a blacksmith, not a chef. And one must be thankful she had made that decision to be a blacksmith, because if Valerie was a chef, she would have a large stash of burnt food in her inventory. In the kitchen was a heavy metal door that led to Valerie’s new forge. It would have all the basic tools and supplies a blacksmith would need for his or her crafts. The Adventurer smiled giddily at the thought of crafting in her new forge; she wouldn’t wait. Walking over to the library, the Swashbuckler passed through the doorframe and began to scan through the spines of the many books that lined the walls. The walls of the room were all lined with bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books; there were books about the history in Elder Tale, fictional stories, folk tales and myths, information about mysterious crafts and crafting in general. On the left side of the library, a small crevice and window broke the consistent wall of books. It was the perfect place for the small Swashbuckler to sit down and read a book, surrounded by the scent of books and the thin layer of dust that had settled on them. Aside from the reading corner, in the back of the room was a door that leads to the outdoor amphitheater that partially hovers over the wide river. Peeling her eyes and attention off the beautiful collection of books, the girl walked over to the wooden door that lead to her amphitheater, her personal stage. Valerie twisted the doorknob and opened the door before stepping out into the back of the stage. Promptly, the girl closed the door behind her and skipped to the edge of the stage that over looked the bubbly river. The Dancer reached down and her fingers skillfully undid the knots and loosened the strings that tied her boots up snuggle against her feet. Then the girl pulled them off, leaving her feet bare and then tossed her boots aside. Hopping to her feet, Valerie shrugged off her long black jacket and also tossed it to the side of the stage. Under the jacket was her starter chainmail armor which she hadn’t found the time or money to replace… Now thinking about it, the girl would probably craft one herself. Grimacing slightly, the girl’s shoulders twitched slightly as she forced herself to shrug it off. Taking a deep breath, the girl shifted uncomfortably and attempted to pull the armor off. After much struggle, the girl collapsed to the ground and heaved slightly with the defeated chain armor in her hands. Tossing that to the side as well, the girl straightened out her white tank top that lay hidden beneath her armor and long dark jacket. The girl looked up into the sky and noticed how the sun would being to set in an hour or so, and groaned like a young child before rolling over onto her stomach and pushed herself to her feet. Opening up her menu, the girl unequipped her left handed weapon and her new sword, replacing her sword with her old self crafted dagger. The two weapons that hung at her side disappeared and were replaced with one single dagger on her right hip. For protection. The girl said to herself as she glanced wearily into the distance over the river. Few close combat fighters would be able to harm her from the given distance, although they would throw their weapon if they really wanted to. What she was worried about was the ranged fighters; the ones with a bow and arrow or the ones with guns. With her dagger, at least she could throw it at the attacker. Once her weapons were sorted out, the girl searched through her inventory and pulled out a music box she had received from her guild leader and mentor, Hiro. Carefully, the girl turned the mechanism at the bottom of the music box, winding up the device to prep it to play music. As the mechanism became tighter, the girl placed it on the ground and readied herself for a new dance, in honor of her new home. |
HP:100% MP:100% WORDS:1443
