(LV 1 Grind) Frank! No!

[Draken]

(@ciriodhul Saskia )

-- Initial Entering of Eldar Tale, Day of the Apocalypse-- 

An overwhelming feeling rushed over Draken, as if his senses had been stripped and then returned to him. Wondering what the hell happened as he opened his eyes, looking upon a very different environment than the one he had just been in. What the **** , his head began looking around in a violent almost panic like motion. As he witnessed others scattered around him doing the same. The first thing to go into his mind was bolt, and so that's exactly what he did, he bolted, knowing that confusion would bring hysteria. 


--Present Time--

Draken regretted bolting now, the lush green safe environment of the city of Londonium was actually a safe zone where pvp wasn't allowed, as he found out bolting away and into a building that had held what used to be called NPCs. Now he had no money, was hungry, and had no friends or allies he could call upon. Stumbling down a alley way, he came across a backdoor to a small bakery. The Door was wide open and the smell of fresh bread filled his nose, causing his stomach to rumble. A small pudgy baker stepped out, with what looked like garbage and tossed it in a small can.

"Excuse me sir, I'm starving, please can you spare some food?" Draken cried out, but the simple man gave him a scolding look, lifted his head, and announced. "Go make some money Adventurer than I'll sell you some food. You dam freeloaders."  

The loud slam of the door finished the conversation, leaving him in the alleyway by himself. "God dammit, I would but I'm still only lv 1, and I don't even have a party." Draken said to himself, "Checking out the quest board beats standing here by myself though." He stated, before walking off to go find the questboard.  

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How does it feel like to be imprisoned in an illusion? Even now that he had to experience it Ciriodhûl could not say how. He had joined Elder Tale to find new friends, maybe some who attended the same university, but now he was rather a part of it. Adapt, you have to adapt, Frowin! Despite others reacting to the situation by panicking, crying, bolting or simply being shocked motionless, the now cleric and housekeeper had forced himself to remain his cool, had forced himself to adapt. His interior, however, was a huge mess of confusion only able to think this one thought: Adapt Frowin! After he had wandered around for a while, apparently to get to know his new environment, his mind settled. I AM a literature student, it is not as if I do not already live in illusions and phantasms. I just have to be the illusion, make myself a phantasm! Let’s see, my name’s Ciriodhûl and I am a cleric and housekeeper. Role-playing was always one of my strengths and it is not as if I chose my roles out of character. So how should I start? Right, assisting people…

“May I be of assistance, m’lady?”, Ciriodhûl said in front of middle-aged woman currently carrying boxes of fruits from a carriage on the street inside her shop. Remember, she is not a NPC, she is a person now! But instead answering his offer she just stood still in bewilderment or rather irritation. “May I be of assistance, m’lady?”, he repeated, but this time simultaneously bowed down. “Are you here to mock me, kid? It’s bad ‘nuff that ya adventurers are here, but now ya amuse yaselfs by disturbing poor women’s work? Some peeps have to actually w-o-r-k, ya know? Get lost, son!”

“I am sorry to have wasted your time, ma’am.” He bowed again, mainly to hide the grimace his mouth was making. This was the fifth time by now he had searched to help somebody out. Adventurers would just laugh and most NPCs would think he was playing with them. I cannot give up, though. He still was not used to wearing this heavy starter chainmail. He could not really remember how he got into the game, but he was quite sure that he had chosen a white-golden Vestment as his starter armor. Clonking his way down the street a particular blue-haired man came into sight begging a NPC baker for food. Fortunately one of the NPCs the cleric had tried to help out had thrown a loaf of bread at his head – most likely to get rid of him. Now, however, he had already eaten it. While he came closer the baker slammed the door shut leaving the blue-haired man alone outside, who now wandered in the cleric’s direction. Maybe he’ll accept my help. Ciriodhûl hastened his movement to intercept the man’s way by blocking it. “Good day, I saw you in front of the bakery. You did seem to be as lost as many of us. May I be of assistance?”, he said after he was in front of him and bowed down. “I am Ciriodhûl, housekeeper and cleric, nice to meet you.”

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“Alright, Icarus…just like before. “ Saskia leaned down, whispering in her gallant steed’s ear. Icarus was a ivory Destrier with a magnificent blonde mane. Destriers were know for making a significant impression as some of the best breed of war horses in the medieval era. Capable of carrying knights in battle, tournaments, as well as the famed jousts Hope had often visited alongside her sister in their young age. While highly prized by men-at-arms, the Destriers were a rarity to find on the battlefield. The mare responded by gazing up at it’s master with chocolate brown eyes, then canted it’s head at the dummy target made of bushels of straw in a bag attached to a pole. The pink haired wolf hair lifted her sapphire serpent-like eyes that protruding her gaze out towards her target. Shield raised in her right hand just above her breast, she tightly curled slender fingers over the ebony reins that were attached to her warhorse. She began to test the weight of her spear as she gripped it firmly. [break][break]
Remembering Pen Ddraig’s words, jousting was about conquering your fears. Horsemanship is the ultimate test of man and animal and together they must be a team. She knew she had to be strong, not just physically in the body, but also in the mind. With a crack of her reins, the stalwart warrioress and her warhorse moved under the thunder of galloping hooves shattering the earth underneath. With fervor in her spirit, she guided the tip of her spear, aligning it with the heart of her target. “Pierce!” Saskia shouted in a valiant war cry as steel sliced through the bag, she reached with her shield arm to grip the bottom shaft of her spear and lunge over the side of her horse to engage the enemy in ground combat. “Sweep!” She retracted her spear, before flowing into a dance-like motion, sweeping her spear through the winds as if sweeping the target behind their ‘knee’. “Thrust!” She would implant the spear in the bag of straws ‘neck’, landing the killing blow, before slicing her spear out of her enemy. To add insult to injury, Icarus had made a roundabout by that time and raised high on his hind legs before stomping the bag of straw and then letting out a rough huff as he looked up to his master.

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Finally finished with their time at the training grounds, Hope noticed that the streets around the grounds were beginning to get busier. She decided to take wipe the sweat from her brow and water her horse as well as wet her own lips in the process. Pink strands of hair stuck to the woman’s sticky forehead as she walked towards the streets, walking her Destriers by the reins as he trotted quietly behind her. The wolf hair Guardian made her way to a tin trough filled with water and allowed her animal a drink after all it’s hard work. Screwing open her canteen, she observed her surroundings, noticing a rather blue haired flame interacting with a seemingly well-groomed elf.
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“Would you look at that, Icarus. I guess I’m not the only one flair for perfectly colored hair...” Saskia smirked at her steed. "Oh, don't give me that look, Icarus, I'm just looking. Although, the other seems like a real charmer as well. Very easy on the eyes." She continued to drink from her canteen as she started petting her steed. If one had paid closely enough to the obvious trademarks of a Guardian. They would recognize her as the traditional PvE Tank which was perfect for a party to go on adventures with.

Draken @ciriodhul

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[Draken]

Tags: (@ciriodhul Saskia) (Note: Saskia, I couldn't think about how I could direct a conversation that would include you in it, so instead I left it as an open, can walk in on it at any moment deal) 

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Before Draken could even walk a good ten feet, some dude in chainmail rushed in front of him and cut him off. The sudden movement in front of him cause a reflexive hop backwards as he processed what the person was saying. "Da hell you bowing for man, that's just weird, and shouldn't you be part of some party out fighting in the woods right now, I heard from somebody that people are already fighting out there."  Course Draken didn't know if what he said was true or not, he was just trying to come up with something to get the guy to give him some space. A thought struck his mind though after he said this, and started putting two and two together.

This dude is in the same boat as me, no friends, no guild, no party. He's a cleric which is a healing class and I'm a Monk which is a tank, I remember my bro had told me that Tank's needed healers. He thought to himself as his attention turned to a pop up that appeared on his screen, it was a quest notification for Frank! No!. Whatever the heck that is, He thought to himself, as an armored lander guard came running towards him. "Help Please! You're Adventurers right? Frank is gonna get himself killed, a boar stole his lunch and now he's gone and pissed off a whole group of them. Please you have to help him!" 

The tears in the Lander's eyes seemed so real, how could this possibly be something a video game designer created, the fear and panic reminded him about how nerds would panic in high school about one of them getting clobbered by a bully from the football team. "Well Cleric, you want to help me handle this quest?" Draken stated as he looked between the two of them.

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The first thing he realized, after he had raised his head again, was that the blue-haired man in front of him now stood a lot farther away than previously, before he had bowed down. And the first thing he was told by him was that his demeanor was weird and that he should be outside of Londinium fighting alongside a party. Ciriodhûl was speechless. This guy doesn’t mince his words, does he? “I am sorry that my behavior seemed weird to you and I am sorry that I may not fulfill your expectations, but since I am cleric, I can’t really run out there on my own.”, he replied just for clarifying things in a try to get this conversations at least on some sort of track. He used the time to inspect the man he was face to face with even further: no racial features attracted his attention, so he was most likely playing a human character, his body was slender, though not as slender as his own, and he was wearing cloth armor. A Sorcerer or Summoner or some other class along those lines? I knew, I should have spent more time on the character creation and read through all classes’ descriptions.

While the sorcerer, summoner or whatsoever seemed to be in thought as well, Ciriodhûl chimed in again or tried to do so: “So, may I –“ He was suddenly interrupted by a notification floating in midair in front of his eyes. What the delusional… It read ‘Frank! No!’. Shall this be a quest? So you are saying that we were sucked into a game and that there are still pop-up notifications? He opened the Elder Tale Interface to look, whether he could disable them, but was interrupted again, this time by a guard running towards them crying for help. Hastily he closed the interface. It turned out that the guard’s friend got himself into trouble by aggravating a group of boars over a mere lunch. Before the cleric could answer the man in front of him had already asked if he wanted to help him handle this quest.

“Certainly”, he replied briefly, turned towards the guard again and said concerned but with determination: “As you can see, we gladly help you out. Just show us the way.” If he had not been seriously troubled over this guard’s agitation, he might have been delighted, now that finally someone needed his help. Immediately after he had come to an end and before the guard could react, he looked around, whether any other adventurer had taken a grasp on the situation, received a notification or simply overheard it. Actually a pink haired woman standing next to a horse caught his eye. Is she looking in our direction? Well, for a group of boars a dude in a cloth armor and a healer won’t really suffice and she seems to be heavy armored. Therefore he tried to lock his gaze with hers to then beckon her over.