Post by Calcifer on Oct 31, 2016 11:49:23 GMT
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Words: 615 Quest: Here
It had only been a few days since Calcifer had woken up.
They had been terrifying, chaotic days. People rioted, fought, killed, the terrified and the angry meeting in an explosion of emotions. He had spent the first few days in hiding, avoiding people. He had seen the riots, from a distance, and feared for his life. He'd heard rumours, of course, that in this new world you can't die - your body simply reappears. He'd also heard rumours that if you do a 1080 degree back flip you can log out, and he knew that one wasn't true.
However, he'd seen people come back. People he'd watched die (often at the hands of other people- other players) would appear again, fit and healthy. Could it be true, then, that his life in this world was an immortal one?
"I certainly hope so..." he muttered, as he walked out the gates of Londinium. Most days he'd be back at his squatter's home right now, eating the lunch he'd bought on his daily market trip. Today, however, he'd wandered into a blacksmith's. As he'd looked at the racks of weapons, staring in awe at the craftsmanship and metalwork, he'd been accosted by the owner. A dwarf, with a thick white beard and a stained leather apron, had asked him if he wanted to make himself useful.
"You're an adventurer, aye?" said the dwarf, who later introduced himself as Zuth Onyxheart. "Interested in helpin' out an ol' an' tired Dwarf?" Onyxheart was obviously the owner of the shop, The Stout Iron, and the two of them sat down to discuss his problems. Onyxheart told his tale of woe, of his mine close to town that had been overrun by slimes, and how he needed adventurers to check it periodically to keep it clear. The entire time Calcifer nodded, unsure of what he was getting himself into.
"I o' course will pay any adventurer willin' to len' me a han'... whaddya say?" Onyxheart smiled as he looked to the new adventurer.
Before Calcifer knew what he was doing, he'd agreed to venture out to Onyxheart's mine and check it for slimes. And, of course, to kill those slimes.Onyxheart had given him directions to the mine, as well as a pat on the back, a "Good luck, son." and a shove out the door. After a moment of realisation, that he'd offered not only to venture into unknown territory but also to fight and risk his life, Calcifer steeled himself to proceed.
And that was how he found himself crouching in a bush, just a few feet from one of the slimes now occupying the mine. And behind, he could see about nine more. As they wiggled their jelly bodies he gulped. His first combat encounter...
He jumped from the bush towards the first slime, spear and pike in the air, screaming. He continued screaming as both weapons plunged into the slime, and then into the ground below it, trapping it beneath him. He yanked both of his weapons out, stepping back from his target only to slash at it again in a scissoring motion. Caught between the two polearms, after having already been stabbed twice, the slime had a moment to let out a small grumble before it's HP hit 0 and it poofed out of existence.
Calcifer had stopped screaming, but his breathing was still heavy. He looked up from his "fight" to see the other nine slimes slowly approaching him, almost curiously. He stepped back, the grip on his weapons tightening, as he gritted his teeth. Fighting wasn't something he'd ever planned to do in his life, but it looked like he'd have to learn real fast.
They had been terrifying, chaotic days. People rioted, fought, killed, the terrified and the angry meeting in an explosion of emotions. He had spent the first few days in hiding, avoiding people. He had seen the riots, from a distance, and feared for his life. He'd heard rumours, of course, that in this new world you can't die - your body simply reappears. He'd also heard rumours that if you do a 1080 degree back flip you can log out, and he knew that one wasn't true.
However, he'd seen people come back. People he'd watched die (often at the hands of other people- other players) would appear again, fit and healthy. Could it be true, then, that his life in this world was an immortal one?
"I certainly hope so..." he muttered, as he walked out the gates of Londinium. Most days he'd be back at his squatter's home right now, eating the lunch he'd bought on his daily market trip. Today, however, he'd wandered into a blacksmith's. As he'd looked at the racks of weapons, staring in awe at the craftsmanship and metalwork, he'd been accosted by the owner. A dwarf, with a thick white beard and a stained leather apron, had asked him if he wanted to make himself useful.
"You're an adventurer, aye?" said the dwarf, who later introduced himself as Zuth Onyxheart. "Interested in helpin' out an ol' an' tired Dwarf?" Onyxheart was obviously the owner of the shop, The Stout Iron, and the two of them sat down to discuss his problems. Onyxheart told his tale of woe, of his mine close to town that had been overrun by slimes, and how he needed adventurers to check it periodically to keep it clear. The entire time Calcifer nodded, unsure of what he was getting himself into.
"I o' course will pay any adventurer willin' to len' me a han'... whaddya say?" Onyxheart smiled as he looked to the new adventurer.
Before Calcifer knew what he was doing, he'd agreed to venture out to Onyxheart's mine and check it for slimes. And, of course, to kill those slimes.Onyxheart had given him directions to the mine, as well as a pat on the back, a "Good luck, son." and a shove out the door. After a moment of realisation, that he'd offered not only to venture into unknown territory but also to fight and risk his life, Calcifer steeled himself to proceed.
And that was how he found himself crouching in a bush, just a few feet from one of the slimes now occupying the mine. And behind, he could see about nine more. As they wiggled their jelly bodies he gulped. His first combat encounter...
He jumped from the bush towards the first slime, spear and pike in the air, screaming. He continued screaming as both weapons plunged into the slime, and then into the ground below it, trapping it beneath him. He yanked both of his weapons out, stepping back from his target only to slash at it again in a scissoring motion. Caught between the two polearms, after having already been stabbed twice, the slime had a moment to let out a small grumble before it's HP hit 0 and it poofed out of existence.
Calcifer had stopped screaming, but his breathing was still heavy. He looked up from his "fight" to see the other nine slimes slowly approaching him, almost curiously. He stepped back, the grip on his weapons tightening, as he gritted his teeth. Fighting wasn't something he'd ever planned to do in his life, but it looked like he'd have to learn real fast.
Words: 615 Quest: Here
