Post by Titus on Oct 23, 2015 19:30:37 GMT
It was a misty morning, walking slowly down the coast Titus watched as the waves rolled across the shore. Stripping down to just his pants he sat down cross legged in the sand taking a look down at his chest. The runic tattoos streaked his body, going from his head to his toes. He stared quietly at the drawing that seemed to hide something from his eyes, magic was easy for him to use with this class. The tattoos had reacted oddly while in combat, making him wonder if others had felt similar effects before.
The apocalypse had changes many things about the world they were in. Combat wasn't the only thing that had changed, as various discoveries had shown to everyone. It was not the elder tale they had known from before, and as time went on the world seemed to continue to evolve about them. Waving a hand in front of him his information board appeared, scrolling through a few descriptions he came to the specifics of his crafting subclass, Alchemist... In the game the class had been limited to enchanting things and the like, distilling various and changing substances, as any cookie cutter alchemist class would. But things had changed, sliding his sword out of his belt he scrutinized it as it lay in his lap.
"Curious."
Dropping it in the sand in front of him he glanced at his equipped items to prove his theory. As he suspected the sword had left his left hand slot, picking the sword up caused it to reappear in the slot. So you could be disarmed it seemed, as well being able to disarm others, that was different right off the bat. Picking up a seashell from the sand before him he looked at his equip slots, and no it didn't appear. So perhaps it meant that some items were limited to different slots, reasonable, he couldn't see himself defeating to many opponents with this shell. Tossing it away from himself he noticed something popping up floating next to it as he threw it.
Word Count: 344
Claim: 1x Mana Fragment
The apocalypse had changes many things about the world they were in. Combat wasn't the only thing that had changed, as various discoveries had shown to everyone. It was not the elder tale they had known from before, and as time went on the world seemed to continue to evolve about them. Waving a hand in front of him his information board appeared, scrolling through a few descriptions he came to the specifics of his crafting subclass, Alchemist... In the game the class had been limited to enchanting things and the like, distilling various and changing substances, as any cookie cutter alchemist class would. But things had changed, sliding his sword out of his belt he scrutinized it as it lay in his lap.
"Curious."
Dropping it in the sand in front of him he glanced at his equipped items to prove his theory. As he suspected the sword had left his left hand slot, picking the sword up caused it to reappear in the slot. So you could be disarmed it seemed, as well being able to disarm others, that was different right off the bat. Picking up a seashell from the sand before him he looked at his equip slots, and no it didn't appear. So perhaps it meant that some items were limited to different slots, reasonable, he couldn't see himself defeating to many opponents with this shell. Tossing it away from himself he noticed something popping up floating next to it as he threw it.
Word Count: 344
Claim: 1x Mana Fragment
