Finding Friends [Open]

[Maysprout]

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[attr="class","soccname"]Saving my party

One heal at a time

~Maysprout

[attr="class","socinfo"]@solo  ● 501 ●& Finding Friends;

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[attr="class","socbodt"]Holding the rail she would descend the short staircase, step after step her small feet making small “plit play” sounds against the stone. Continuing her path, Maysprout suddenly feels the cool breeze and fresh air that suddenly blew towards her. Her medium length wild light brown colored hair blowing wildly against the breeze. She smiled as that happens because she does enjoy the feeling of pure enjoyment when being close to nature. Roaming along the main path that passed through the city she thought of her goals, although her main goals for this afternoon was few, they weren’t minor, she needed to complete a few things. 1. Find people she can trust, someone she can friend. 2. level up so she can get stronger. Getting used to combat now was essential in order to progress in this game. “Stupid game, changing all this up, these rumours are saying the controls changed!” Maysprout groaned as she walked, skipping every few steps or so being careful of the snow and ice that could be lurking about waiting for her to slip. Her eyes wandering, glancing at the area all around herself, down the dark alley ways, the decorated shops, unsure if it was safe as she had heard of plenty of player fighting player rumours.


Continuing her unknown path, Maysprout noticed a nearby tree; she had the idea of sitting under the tall tree for a little while she watches the sky. As Maysprout sat under the tree and thought about her current life situation inside the game. Until a wicked wild thought, that she could only hope to come true came to mind. “If only the sky was an exit back to the normal world”, Maysprout thought aloud, sighing to herself. She sat her fingers moving to open her menu. Her eyes scanning through her menu, noticing her lack of skills and basic equipment. She sighed, closing her eyes. Her smooth hand moving to her head as she began to speak. “It's time to get stronger, but I can’t do it alone...”.
She knew the druid class was a support class, focusing on healing over time, well they could have some offensive capabilities, but Maysprout had yet to learn them. Well atleast that was her focus for now, she only had one offensive skill, as she focused on healing. She thought to herself, her hand moving to stroke her chin comedically as she came up with an idea. ‘what if I got a party to train with?’ It would cover my party reliance and I could heal the way to victory! She then thought about how would she do it, coming to this conclusion, realizing if she waited at an exit from the district, someone would come cross by her sooner or later and she could join them! She could join their party and explore the uncharted wilds that lay far from the safe zone. Support her team as they fight monsters, and she could experience one of the good gifts the game brought to the trapped players, the gift of freedom. Taking off, striding to the well populated busy park with haste.



Skills used: N/A
Shuwen
Charles

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[Shuwen]

Words: 398

Shuwen had seen happier times. As part of his ongoing experiments in the field of culinary expertise, he frequently sought out and attempted to make use of new ingredients. In this case, he'd gone a short way into the Londanium Underground. Even though it was an area that had been designed to be tackled by groups of adventurers, he was drastically overleveled for it, so the monsters hadn't really been a huge problem. There'd been one close call where he'd run into more monsters then he could handle, but he'd managed to escape safely. For his efforts, he'd gotten his hands on several interesting-looking mushrooms, which he'd promptly sauteed and eaten. Unfortunately, the experiment seemed to have been a failure. Even though they'd tasted fine, there seemed to be an... unusual debuff that had come from eaten them.



Remember kids, don't eat strange mushrooms without identifying them first!

I can't believe the devs would program something like this into the game! He thought. He'd seen something similar when he'd played an mmo that attempted to simulate the effects of alcohol, but their severity had been limited to what they could depict in the game. With nothing in between him and the interface, the consequences were severely more dire now. This kind of thing was also a bit more... what was the word again? Unfortunately, he was in no shape to ponder the matter. His vision and sense of balance were completely screwed over; everything seemed to be rainbow covered, he couldn't stop shifting from side to side as he walked, and his good(?) judgement was definitely being effected, as he'd caught himself considering doing some things he intellectually knew to be idiotic. One part of him noted that dispite his misfortune, there would probably be a market for this kind of thing if he could find enough to sell it. Considering how little money he seemed to make off of his cooking, it would be a nice chang- no, no NO! Shuwen shook his head adamantly, chasing such thoughts out of his head. Considering the less then hardy mental state of the playerbase as a whole, such things could only lead to disaster. Best to keep this information to himself.

"Yeah, screw thinking commercial!" He yelled at the nearest other adventurer, a fox tail druid that seemed to be wrapped up in her own issues at the time.

[Charles]

Jun 4, 2016 6:30:58 GMT Charles said:

Wandering Part I

Charles laid on the wall. The wall was narrow, most of it covered in snow and moss. A strong breeze flew by Charles, and he’d fell off of the narrow wall and landed on the ground almost covered in snow. He’d feel the cold start to take effect on his body, and he’d look around for a fire. He’d see one heading towards it, but then stopping. Charles would see the fire surrounded by unknown players. Who looked like they might be a player vs player group. He’d then let out a big sigh, still being quite cold. “Nothing ever works out for me, ever. Typical.” Charles would turn around then slipping on the snow. He’d let out another sigh and he’d lay their on the snow. The clouds would move, revealing the warm sun. The sunlight would instantly shine upon some of the land, with it fully covering Charles. “Finally, something is working out.” The sun would start to blind him, so he’d put his arm on his eyes, covering them from the sun. Charles would then get up once more, and would start walking east. Knowing that is where the sun came from, and he was pretty sure that the park was in that direction. His mind would travel all over the place, then remembering that team. He’d think, while he was walking. Maybe I should make, get, join, a team too. But I can cancel making a team, that’s way too much work. And if I do ever find a team, they have to be nice, and smart. The last thing I want is a group that is stupid and mean. You have to have a balanced team, designated roles, good people. I just hate it when people don’t understand that they're annoying, bad at the game, etc. And if i’ve learnt anything in games like the- Charles would stop. Well there is no other game like this. When do you get trapped in a game? Well, if i’ve learnt anything, about groups, is that, you’d rather have one than not having one. A solo player can’t do things a group can do. Charles would realize he would have been walking a while. So he’d look around and he’d head towards a rock. Charles would sit down, and he’d open his menu. He’d scroll through the menu, then stopping at inventory. He’d click on it, then seeing his inventory. “Starter leather armor...Starter dagger…Wow, I really need new stuff.” He’d then lay down, with his feet dangling off of the rock. Charles would start thinking again. “Maybe if I made a group with a player with the blacksmith subclass, I could get new equipment and gear.” Charles would look up at the sky, wondering if he was ever going to find a way out. And what if there was no escape. He would be forced to live their, maybe forever. Or maybe you had to do a specific quest to escape. “Who knows what this could turn into” Charles would think. He’d get back up, continuing on his path to the park. Hoping to meet teammates. And not just any teammates, the good ones. Maybe a strategist. A tank. He’d then remember his class and subclasses. He’d recall picking the Assassin class alongside the tracker class. Then recalling he chose Brewer as his other subclass. “Why did I choose Brewer again?” Charles would say this outloud. “I mean I could have chosen blacksmith to make my own weapons, or pharmacist so I can use potions to cause effects on monsters. But I guess I chose it for a good reason. I hope.” He’d sigh, and would continue his path to the park. With the idea of escaping the game lingering in his mind. He'd approach the park, walking forward seeing a giant group of people. Charles would be caught off guard by the people, with some of them turning to face him. He'd step back, his face looking nervous. He didn't quite know how to start a conversation or talk to people, and thought he'd get embarrassed by not knowing. He'd back up then bumping into a wolf hair in an orange suit yelling at a fox tail girl druid.  Words: 703

[Maysprout]

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[attr="class","soccname"]Saving my party

One heal at a time

~Maysprout

[attr="class","socinfo"]@solo  ● 506 ●& Finding Friends;

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[attr="class","socbodt"]Stopped in the market district, Maysprout was checking slowly through the markets, getting slightly off track. She looked at the fabrics, the food supplies, the wood as these were all things she would need as a tailor and housekeeper. She realized the housekeeper class had some benefits from chit chat all over the market district. Saying not only do housekeepers clean, but they can also craft wood and cook, and sew. She hit her hand when she realized she had been going to the park and got distracted so she continued running.

Maysprout had been running through the streets, her light brown hair loose and flowing slightly behind her as she heard someone yell. Her ears twisted towards where the voice came from, their color resembling her hair. Surprisingly she had been able to hear the voice despite the distance between them. "Must be these ears" She thought to herself trying to look up to spot them, but to no avail. Her focused changed from the park now in sight to where the voice had came from. She squinted as she spotted his figure a little away. She stood there for a moment confused, thinking he said "Yeah, screw thinking commercial!". She was also confused about whether she should continue her path to the park or confront the man that had been shouting to her. She rubbed her head and sighed making her way to the seemingly confused individual.

Walking up to the male, she scanned him over noticing a few standing out details. His clothing was weird it was light, but you could tell he wasn’t a mage or a healer. His blue hair was quite shaggy and kind of thick. Comparable to a wolf's fur, she deciphered that he could have chosen the wolf hair race. His clothing was a bright orange.. Not the most stylish color. The most amazing thing though was his level! He was a level 43!!!! She stared at him a slightly more before realizing she looked weird and decided she should go talk with him.

“Were you the guy yelling at me earlier?” Maysprout asked the high leveled player looking up to his face as she spoke. Her left eyebrow slightly raised to give the inquisitive look. Watching him carefully she noticed some more distinct features which in the real world could be described as “stoned”, from the way he acted. She took a step back, letting herself be out of direct contact reach. Her wolf ears bending down slightly as she watched him. She took her tail in her hands and stroked it, as she stood there her foot tapping every beat or so as watched Shuwen.

She noticed the male that bumped into Shuwen, glancing around the monks figure and at the guy a little taller than her. She noticed his figure from his jaunty white hair that stood out from behind the monks tan skin and orange clothing. She gave the figure a slight wave and a cheery smile despite not knowing who that person was.




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Shuwen
Charles

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[Shuwen]

Words: 413

Most people would have probably backed away when a weirdo started randomly yelling at them. It was one of those little unspoken rules that helped people from getting randomly ganked in a back alley. A Shuwen in his right mind most definitely would not have blamed her for ignoring him and leaving, but she didn't. Instead, she walked up to him and addressed him politely.

"I dun knoooooooooowww." Shuwen replied, his voice slurring. "Was I yeeeeeelling? The laaast time I yelled, I- Offu!" His admittedly less then stable thoughts were interrupted by a sudden collision with yet another player, this time a pointy-eared assassin. The assassin in question seemed to be much more sure of foot then him at the moment, because he only wobbled a bit upon impact, but Shuwen wasn't so fortunate. The collision cost him his balance, and down he went.

"Weeeeell that was suuuuudden." the monk commented dryly. "Now I gottatatatatata stand up." the monk began to exert himself in order to once again bring his body into a vertical position. however, he seemed to have forgotten how to do so, because instead of pushing himself upwards, he ended up rolling from side to side across the ground. "Well that's not right!" He grabbed the two nearest stable-looking objects, which turned out to be Maysprout 's and Charles 's legs, and attempted to pull himself up instead.

Assuming they gave him a hand, rather then moving out of reach, the monk would soon be back on his feet, though not for long. He scrambled to the nearest bench and quickly sat down, presumably to avoid a repeat performance. "Now then, what brings you to my humble kitchen?" He said, spreading his arms to indicate the busy street. "I don't get a lot of visitors here, even when I'm not being a a putz!" The monk seemed to think this was funny, because he cracked up laughing. He laughed so hard he accidentally fell over again, his side hitting the bench with a painfully loud CLUNK!

"Err - ignore that." This time, he made no effort to try and return to his previous position, choosing instead to simply lay there and listen to whatever the two inexperienced adventurers had to say for themselves. He'd gotten bored of rolling, and didn't feel like asking the other two for help again so quickly. If either of them attempted to help him a second time, he'd just wave them off and urge them to continue talking.

[Charles]

Jun 4, 2016 6:30:58 GMT Charles said:

Wandering Part II

Charles would stumble back, catching his fall before the monk did. He'd see the girl wave and smile at him, and his reply was to awkwardly wave, letting out a small smile. Then monk would say some other things, but Charles would tune them out, trying to keep his "cool." He'd stand straight watching the man grab his and the other girls legs, pulling himself up. Charles would tune in once again, hearing the mans next words after pulling himself up. And as he said this, Charles would quickly take some time to examine these to players. One girl who was of the Druid class and was a little shorter than him. With pink hair ears, and seemed to have picked the fox tail class or one of them. And the guy with the same race, or so he thought. In an orange suit. "Now then, what brings you to my humble kitchen?" He said, spreading his arms to indicate the busy street. "I don't get a lot of visitors here, even when I'm not being a a putz!" The monk seemed to think this was funny, because he cracked up laughing. He laughed so hard he accidentally fell over again, his side hitting the bench with a painfully loud CLUNK! Charles would think, Ow. That Must've hurt.  "Umm..Wait, Me? Or her?" Charles would say this quite quietly, enough so where only the girl could hear him. "Err - ignore that." This time, the male made no effort to try and return to his previous position, choosing instead to simply lay there. The monk would start to roll around.  Soon getting bored of rolling, and didn't feel like asking the other two for help again so quickly. Charles would stand their not helping him, thinking that the nice girl would help him instead. Charles would stand there not knowing what else to do, and waiting for the other two people to start the next conversation. Words: 325

[Oli]

oli

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momentary melancholy

If there had been, at one point, any real reason to walk up and try to initiate a conversation with the group that was a stone's toss away from her, it wasn't really there anymore. Originally, it was one person-, a girl who was curious; if her actions and expressions could be read as well as Oli thought they could, but then there was two, and finally three. In a way, Oli made up the forth, her position skirted juuuuust barely outside of the group's vision, her figure having since gone stiff as she watched the bizarre interaction between an inebriated knightly-looking fellow, a rather down-on-themselves pretty boy, and a single confused little-girl type.

Not that Oli was making these jabbing comments in her head to be spiteful or anything, no, that was simply how she recognized people; in stereotypes. Such an issue was something that she tried to work on, even before she entered Elder Tale and all the world hit the fan like it was flung by a jeering monkey, but she couldn't help it sometimes. Maybe she was just spiteful, she couldn't really say.

The trio got rowdier and noisier without any end in sight, the keen sounds of a man stumbling, making up an excuse, and all the while still trying to look like he was even half-way sober barraged either of Oli's keen ears, both of whom curled back in a mix between that of pain and that of simple, uncoordinated displeasure. Oli wasn't a person who appreciated loud noises, or really any noise in most cases, but the way that the man was acting was the issue at hand that made her the most uncomfortable. He resembled someone on a fairly heavy trip, one probably induced by dried mushrooms of some sort, but Oli wasn't quite sure where exactly you could get hallucinogenic herbs in Elder Tale, but she did believe that you could probably find them if you searched hard enough.

Something ticked into place momentarily, a bizarre sense of urgency. He's probably poisoned, Oli wagered inwardly, finding herself inexplicably drawn to try and detoxify the man, but couldn't quite get herself to move. What if he lashed out? Unless the material itself was known to produce those properties and no others, it was likely that he might've just eaten it like a child with a thick head. That thought especially terrified her, the notion that the man before her could be dead in ten seconds knowing how much Elder Tale enjoyed taking the piss out of their users, especially now that you could eat technically anything in this world if you just tried hard enough. She was also unquestionably curious about the nature of what he could've eaten to give such a result, and what it could be used for if handled properly.

Still, Oli wagered that he was probably poisoned by something lethal, even if all he appeared to be right now was going on a trip.

Her guilty conscious won over her adversity towards conversation and conflict, prompting Oli to scamper out from behind a tree and make haste towards the group, stopping within two feet of the currently laid-out man.

"Uhm, is he okay?" Oli's voice was distinctly feminine, touched with youth and a distinct mumble when she had started to trail off, her tone being easily explained as a very anxious one.