First Act - Rocking 'n Rolling [OPEN]

[Raven W. Darkwood]

A New Beginning...
WC: 602

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    Now, it had been a long time since Raven had this much fun. Although he did like his life in the real world - with his friends and such - he was always fascinated by the world of Online Games like Elder Tale. Mystic creatures, wondrous adventures, epic quests...such things did not exist in real world. But now, he wasn't on real world anymore. He was INSIDE Elder Tale, that was his new reality. That aside, the Bard was in somewhere called Windsor Greatwood, and that was just the perfect chance to hunt for some monsters and try to get stronger. Well, at least, a little. He was a "support class", after all. Bards didn't have this much solo potential, although, if played well, they could do it nonchalantly. With his guitar on hands, he moved around the map, searching for monsters, and found out that the area was full of them. Mostly, there were Slimes, Boars and Rabbits, and all of them would probably be nice to get some experience and such. - Now...which one of those should I go for...? - Raven asked himself, in doubt. Then, a Young Pittered Boar got closer, away from his "parents". It wouldn't be hard to defeat him if done right. - Alrighty, let's go!

That said, the Bard stepped backwards and, when he was about five meters away of the monster, he used his skill. - Sonic...Cutter! - he shouted, using his guitar as a catalyzer for the ability. A cutting projectile made of wind rushed towards the boar, hitting it and dealing a moderate damage - the HP bar didn't halve, but got close to it. But, right away, the beast got angry and started to run towards Raven, prepared to attack. For a moment, the Bard panicked: he never felt this much adrenaline or danger in normal RPG's, they weren't realistic, after all. But now, he was really being chased by that creature. It'd be better to avoid taking unnecessary damage. When the boar was almost reaching him, he dodged to the right, and the animal passed through, confused. Jumping backwards, Raven started another skill; this time, a diferent one. - Ballad of the Gullibe Snail! - he said, making sure that there were no other monsters in a 10 meter radius. When the spell was casted, the Young Boar got slowed down for real, as his speed got halved. Once more, Raven used the Sonic Cutter. - Take this! - he sent the skill, and the boar got hit again.

- He has less than half the health...I guess these will do, now... - when he put away his guitar to equip the tonfa, his lazy attitude returned, but that wouldn't disturb him in combat. The boar approached him, but slow as he was, Raven could easily dodge his attack, and attacked the animal with an Auto Attack, using the tonfa. The HP lowered once again - just one more hit and he'd be down. - This will finish it... - he said, and, before the monster could try to attack again, he delivered the second blow, making the Young Pittered Boar explode into the remains of what he once was. Well, in the end, that was just his first fight. Slowly, he would be able to reach higher levels and even be able to solo as Bard. He just needed patience, and believe it: waiting was nothing hard at all for that lazy person. - Now, now...I guess I'll rest a bit...Yawnn... - and, that said, he lied on the ground and slept. Very fast, huh? That's just how he is...

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[Morgan]

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Alles zu seiner Zeit.

To Morgan, these fields had a very special place in his heart. They were where his journey had started off -- and thus far, he had found himself spending a lot of time within them. In fact, he felt that, were it not for the necessary tools that he needed for his classes, he might have just disengaged from society entirely and acted as a sort of hermit out here, living in a hut.

Well, too bad for him, he couldn't. So he decided instead to simply spend his days walking the fields, and their nearby areas. This included strolls to the ocean, as well as through forests. Particularly, the closest forest to Londinium -- the Windsor Greatwood. It was the sort of place parents would tell their kids to stay away from, and for more than a few times, Morgan had wondered if his mother had told him to stay out of it when he was young.

Alas, for someone who lacked memory of their childhood in its entirety, he couldn't even consider what it might have been like. So he instead spent his time deciphering ancient texts and grimoires -- particularly one he had obtained recently, one that matched up with his level to some extent. To do this, he made use of the skill he had as a Scribe -- Transcription, it was called.

Having gotten caught up in reading, however, he found himself walking off the trail and disappearing into the foliage, casually oblivious to the world around him. Perhaps that was good on his part, and bad for the person he stepped on.

Morgan was so surprised by it that he threw up his book and stood frozen as it comically fell over his head, the pages ruffled over his messy hair. Without making a sound, he stepped backwards and shook the book off from him, once more carrying it under his arm. With a evaluative stare, he looked down at the man below him -- he had apparently been sleeping, and the darkness of his hair had blended into the darker ground.

Poking a finger out from under his cloak, Morgan pointed at the man and utilized the Evaluate skill, gauging this man's level and capabilities. He was surprised -- though it didn't show on his face -- to see that he was classed as a Bard, just like himself. With a tiny hint of a smirk on his face, Morgan leaned down and gave the man his arm, speaking up with a passive -- though certainly kind -- tone in his voice.

❝There are better places to sleep than the ground, you know.❞

you have power like mine

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