An Expedition Into the Unknown

[Kaos]

Each Day Is an adventure in  its  own  right 566 Words

As Kaos left Londinium he walked along the Thames coastline, heading in a direction he had never gone before. A foul stench filled the air ahead of him, a stench he knew was created by decay and an anaerobic environment, probably a swamp or marsh lied ahead of him. For some reason this knowledge filled him with joy, probably because it meant he got to explore a new area but it could also be because of the potential to discover new lifeforms and the potential of finding... bacteria. Oh, the sweet cause of both disease and medicine. He thought of taking samples, assuming that was even possible in this game. No, not a game - reality. He stopped as the marshland came into view, his mind racing at all the possibilities that rose before him. Ah, this reminds me of the experiments before the Server...

Abel sat at his lab table, his back hunched as he used a micro-pipette to carefully add bacteria samples to a petri dish that he was hoping would help in creating a mood elevator. He had just got the funding and approval for lab tests and he was ready to administer the first round to the lab rats. A squeak came from behind him as the lab assistant injected a rat with the sample, a rat that Abel noted was rather violent towards the lab technicians. Another squeak, this time from the assistant. "Did he bite you.... again? Maybe we need to get you some chainmail gloves just to handle that rat." He didn't have to turn and look at his assistant, her face was most likely pouty and giving her that sad look like she was wanting for him to acknowledge that he was mean. After a few seconds of not looking at her, he heard her mutter meanie under her breath. He smiled to himself, a damn comedian he was, at the very least he kept his own day funny and interesting.

The sound of glass breaking followed by smell of a swamp permeated the air in the lab, almost as if the air was moist and the oxygen was running low snapped him away from his thought. He turned and saw the rat running around in circles on the floor. It had to have jumped when it bit his assistant for a second time in a minute. He looked at the floor and saw that several sample lay shattered on the ground. "Out. Now! Get in the Decontamination Chamber, and call for Hazmat. Go!" He immediately jumped up and pulled the alarm for the bacteria suppression system. This particular strain of bacteria was very deadly to Humans if they were to enter the body in a large quantity. Luckily, however, Abel had developed a virus that when exposed to the bacteria, actively eliminated the cause of its toxicity to Humans. The side effect of this was that it released large quantities of Dopamine.

Kaos breathed deeply and stood still, looking over the marshland. What was her name again? Susan, Sue, Stephanie... I know it started with S.... Ah, forget it. He stood, wishing he had a cloak, his black cloth armor clung tightly to his body and his silver hair fell loosely and unkempt around his shoulders. If not for his build, he would surely be mistaken for a young woman. Something that didn't occur to him until now.

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[Mikoto]

Part of Bedwyr's training was being ridden in various types of terrain. She needed him to be stable in all sorts of ground in order for her to function properly as a cavalier on the open battle fields between cities. Not all would be open forrest and field so her mount must learn to find his footing in even the most inhospitable circumstances. She didn't expect him to carry her at full gallop through the boggy terrain but merely be able to keep his footing and proceed at a reasonably fast pace. So far though...

The big brute steamed and grunted as she urged him through the soupy ground. The wet and mud was up nearly to his knees which meant that her feet were wet. She couldn't complain too much as he was trying to get them out of the boggy ground. Finding a rock with his massive fore hooves he surged himself free of the bog. Shaking his head and blowing his nose he shakes each of his back legs trying to get the mud off them. She couldn't help but smile at her finicky mount. In all her years of riding horses outside the game she'd not encountered quite such a quirky animal. She'd have expected such a reaction from a dog or a cat and perhaps a more refined show horse breed. Bedwyr was a shire horse. They were big and brutish. Brave and loyal beasts. Originally bread to be war horses for the heavy cavalry in the times of her ancestors they'd eventually found themselves relegated to farm work and pulling heavy wagons. His breed was and always had been a working animal that found themselves bathed in blood and mud. So to come across the one horse, though he was digital, who despite his breeding didn't like mud was comical.

Continuing her ride around the outside area of the bog she softly croons a folksong in the tongue of her ancestors to her less than brave stallion. In time he'd be more brave perhaps someday too brave for his own good. He'd already shown a tendency to have a slight temper or a threshold for how much annoyance he'd take before striking out. The altercation with the Half-Breed Alv named Tzuf had been proof of that. And had it been a battlefield it would have been likely Bedwyr would have done so serious damage to the boy for his stupidity. Bedwyr turning his head as they crested a small rise brought her out of her revelry. Bellow them at some distance a figure approached through the marshy ground. The mist was thickening as the sun ducked behind clouds so identifying class and other important features would be nigh impossible at the present moment. Never one to take chances in the field Mikoto drew the battered longsword from her scabbard on her left hip. Bedwyr stomped his left fore hoof as he nodded his head as if to say, "Yes, lets make the charge." Before them and to the figure was slightly more solid ground worn well by animals and monsters of the area. Depending on what the figure was would determine if the ground would become a tilting run to test her ability with a blade upon the back of a surging charger. Though, secretly the hope both rider and beast shared was that it was a lander or another adventurer. Their tilting skills still needed work.

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[Kaos]

Each Day Is an adventure in  its  own  right 258 Words

    Kaos felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as if he were being watched. He slowly turned to see a young blonde woman wearing platemail sitting on the back of a rather large horse. The sun gleamed off her armor before disappearing behind a cloud, revealing her broader than average shoulders. He decided to take the opportunity and began sliding his foot back into the ground, he gained a strong stance, preparing to fight the pair.

    He unsheathed his sword, known as "Summoner's Fiend" in a flash of light as the etchings began to glow blue and purple and a summoning circle begins to materialize on the ground below his feet. The circle fades from white to a deep etherial purple before giving off a thin purple mist that begins to flow out around him, as if it were searching for something. Kaos aims his sword at the rider, his body lining up with his sword, forming a straight line from his shoulder to the tip of his sword and placing his body square in place.

    "Move no further rider and state your business. Be you friend or foe?"

    He said as the mist seems to find its target and begin rising in place a meter to the left of Summoner's Fiend. The mist raises up a small skull about 2 meters high then solidies around it, forming a cloaked reaper. The phantom hovers a half a meter off the ground and stores at Mikoto as faint purple flames form inside each empty eye socket.

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[Mikoto]

She could see the figure clearer now. A half-Alv. From the looks of him he was a mage of sorts. At least this half breed was playing to his races strengths instead of some "I look cool in this combination of race and class," bullshit. Thinking about that foolish samurai boy outside Londinium those days past still irritated her.Nothing she could do now about it save for hope she never saw him again.

This mage was different than the rest. This one carried a blade and seemed ready to use it and hadn't been sluggish in summoning something to his aid. That narrowed down what he was to a single class which made it easier to decide a course of action. Sheathing her own blade despite being fairly certain that she could dispatch the phantom quickly enough and then move on the him. No sense in pointless bloodshed. Raising her left hand she addresses him clearly,.


"Hail friend," her voice was clear, "I bear you no ill will nor nor do I have quarrel with you. I am a travel such as you working my steed to better his abilities in soft terrain."  She kept her heater shield between them. If that phantom moved towards her she'd spur Bedwyr into action while drawing her own steel to meat in ready combat with the phantom. Kindness was a thing but she would be no fool for anyone.

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