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[Quinn]

For most, the Apocalypse had been a day of sadness. They had been trapped in a world far from anyone who loved or cared about them, and surrounded by others who were in an equally as hopeless situation as they were. For Quinn, it had been a day of awakening. A chance to start again, in a world that didn't hate him simply for existing. Those first few moments, staring up at the pristine sky overhead and the abandoned buildings all around, had been the first time he had ever felt truly at peace. Ever since he could remember, Quinn had been unwanted. Hated, simply for what he was. Most definitely not loved. Abandoned outside an orphanage as an infant, he had never known his parents, nor did he want to know them. He had promised himself at a young age that if he ever did find out who had left him there like a discarded newspaper they would die. Ultimately, that person had been responsible for everything to go wrong in his life. They deserved everything they would have had coming to them.  Now though... This world of Elder Tale was like some kind of dream, for him. He would never again have to worry about going hungry, though the food tasted terrible for the most part. Sleeping outside in the rain behind a dumpster, because there was nowhere else for him to go, all the while listening to the sounds of a man being agonisingly beaten to death over the contents of his wallet only meters away from where he crouched shivering in terror would be a thing of the past. Another thing he would not miss was authority. Here in the virtual London, there was no police force or army or any person who could or would tell him what he wasn't allowed to do. Quinn was sure he would soon find the limitations of the game system through experimentation, and take full advantage of the things it failed to protect. Only the strong could succeed in a world of true anarchy, after all. Humming quietly to himself as he followed along the barely visible path out of the city and into the marshlands along the old Thames river, Quinn couldn't help but try to imagine the buildings that had stood where he now walked back in the old world. London had been a massive and sprawling city back there, whereas now it was much reduced in scale and in size. While still obviously a city, it was not overly recognisable as the place it was supposed to represent in the real world bar a few of the more obvious landmarks. Tourist attractions, Quinn thought, dismissing them in his mind. Those places were not really London, though of course foreigners would often picture them as though they were. "This swamp is kind of gross," Quinn murmured to himself, covering his mouth and nose with one hand while trying his best not to drop the staff he carried, "I hope I can find a monster soon. I really need to figure out how to fight and defend myself in this world, already." Not knowing that he would be trapped here when he had signed up for Elder Tale in the first place, Quinn had simply made an avatar that looked as much like him as possible and then picked a random class. Earlier on, he had figured out how to open up the menu, and it seemed that this Druid class he was playing was a healer type of some kind. Though he did have a pretty nifty sounding fire spell he was itching to try out. Hopefully he wouldn't come to regret his rash decisions in class choice down the line some time. People could always use healers, after all. Finally spotting something, Quinn smiled. Guess it was time to try out this combat system after all. The thing in question looked like some kind of dead stump, or the like. Not questioning it, Quinn moved up towards it, opening up his menu to figure out how on earth he was supposed to damage the thing. 'Now, let's see... Maybe if I pick the skill from the menu?" Doing just that, Quinn almost jumped back in shock as the system took over his body and the Flameburst skill triggered, engulfing the stump and slowly burning it down to a cinder after about ten seconds or so. It had been pretty effective, but Quinn figured that was more a result of the enemy being a plant type, and his skill of choice having been fire based, than any particularly good fighting skill on his part. Frowing, Quinn fingered his big, somewhat gnarled, wooden staff thoughtfully. "Well, that works but I didn't really like the whole 'being taken over by the game' thing... Maybe I should try out something else after all."

HP: MP: WORDS: 813 TAGS: Quinn SONG: I Don't Wanna Die NOTES: Going to see where this goes. Mostly this thread is to help Quinn figure out how combat works in Elder Tale.

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[Ceres]

"A world with invisible rules is more realistic than one with written rules."

Gross indeed. She thought the same, though truly she probably wasn't as bothered about the fact as most would be. No instead she adored it. A swamp that was not completely filthy was a swamp that was not true to its nature. The fact that this truth remained in even this world served as a testament to how real it truly was. Looking at it that way...she found comfort among the trees and muddy water. She perhaps found more of that here than the distorted parody of the city left behind for the sake of this excursion. At least here the nature of this place was completely authentic...

At least...that's what she thought at first.

The willowy monk stood in a particularly shallow patch of murky swamp water. She was surrounded by roots of trees that weathered the changing climates over the years and survived  the rise and lows of rains present and pass. Yet she looked upon nothing. Her eyes were fixated straight upwards and reflected nothing but the canopy of shade producing limbs. Although the skin of her ankles were exposed to the murky and disgusting substance of the swamp her mind did not pull forth any concern for the matter. Instead her mind wandered without limit about the truth of her presence in this world. Instead she corrected herself mentally...and reevaluated her position and privileges as a 'citizen' of this plain of existence...

"Is it the world that is distorted or is it I that is out of place?", she questioned no one but herself aloud.

Her reddish brown eyes glew dully from the effects of a spell that was cast not far from her position. Mentally it didn't even register until a few minutes passed. Slowly her vision slipped to the corners of her eyes and with the care of a curious cat she searched for the cause. It was then that she noticed the flaming stomp about ten meters from her position.  She'd watched as a beast's health bar completely depleted. A low level beast that likely was originally intended for training low level players...until its world became the players' world. Carefully she reverse engineered the trajectory of the spell in her mind. Her eyes followed the arcing line of the former-ball of flame's flight to its origin : A druid. A player with locks of white and ruby colored eyes. When his form was spotted she simply examined him from afar...and weighed her options.

She didn't know the guy, but he was clearly alone.

Should she speak to him?

Should she leave him be?

Due to the state of this world...the common etiquette of an MMO was obsolete. The norm was no longer the norm...and so she was unsure of how to act at first. Yet if he looked in her direction and even spoke he'd receive an accepting smile. After all...It was easy to assume someone of hostility in a place like this. Especially when one considers how lawless this world seemed to be.

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[Endrin]

"Greetings traveler!"

Endrin called out waving at the new player who had just taken out the stump. Heading back toward the town from some fighting out in the wilderness his smile brightened to see more player life in this dark and gloomy place. The knight seemed at odds with his surroundings. Having stuck to the solid paths over the water his armor was still mostly clean and shining, though some signs of battle did decorate it. Blood and goop from his enemies as well as some level of muck from the swamp. Though that was mostly contained to the lower part of his legs.

The blonde man approached the young player without fear or hesitation. He did not see the monk at this moment, his eyes having been drawn to the inferno that this player had created! Magic classes were pretty awesome and part of him wished he had rolled one instead. But overall he was still pretty happy with his Guardian. It allowed him to take the hits and keep on going, as well as protect his friends. Which he had been making more and more of them. Even starting up a guild which was pretty exciting!

"Not bad my friend!" He gave the guy a thumbs up. He wasn't at all worried about the normal etiquette of MMOs and whether or not he was intruding. The way he saw it while they were all stuck here this was the real world. And the world was full of monsters. Ignoring someone could just lead to them being killed later on. And while they would respawn he had to imagine it was still a very unpleasant experience. He knew that he intended to avoid dying as long as possible. That was for sure!

Once he stood in front of the young Druid he gave him a small bow, bringing his right arm up to his heart as he did so. Trying to stay in the character he had created for himself. It was actually getting easier to do so even. Which was fantastic. He was really excited about that, and it was progressing well enough that he wasn't struggling to contain his excitement. But this was amazing, he got to be a knight. It was a dream come true for him.

"How does thee fair traveler? Do you need an escort or anything?" He offered. If they were going to see to the safety of London and the areas around it he needed to lead by example. And that meant going out of his way to help others. Especially the lower level characters that inhabited the world. They may not be a police force with authority, but they could serve as guardians to protect the weak and those who would rather not fight, as it was far scarier to do so when it was for real.

Straightening up he beamed at the young Druid as he awaited his reply. Whether it was to be sent on his way or if assistance was required. But the knight was here to help.

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Also timeline this will take place for me after the start of something and the formation of my guild. So don't mind the references! :)

[Quinn]

The second Quinn spotted the guy in the knight get up approaching him, he was on alert, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He had come out here on his own, taking extra care to find a nice, deserted, patch of the swamp to practice his combat skills and hopefully improve on his rather pitiful level. The stranger, probably either a guardian or a samurai, likely guardian if the huge shield was anything to go by, was easily twice as big as Quinn. While he appeared to be the perfect image of knightly good intentions, the young player didn't trust that for a second. The minute you let another persons outward appearance be any indicator in how you judged them was the minute they would tear you down and make your life into a living hell. The fact that he was no longer alone meant he had probably not been careful enough. Frowning, Quinn brought his staff up in front of him defensively and watched as the stranger came straight at him, without a care in the world. Quinn gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to run. Running was weak, and he had had enough of running back in the real world. He had always been running, from the police, from rival gangs, heck even from idiot high school bullies who wanted to 'show him who was boss' because of the colour of his eyes, or hair. If this guy was going to try and attack him he would defend himself and would do so without giving the guy a chance to fight back. After all. This world had no rules. In a world like that, it was kill or be killed. Quinn had no desire to be the one killed. That said... This guy looked way higher level than him. Maybe diescretion was the better part of valour? Maybe hurting him enough to make him think twice about Quinn being a viable victim and then getting the hell out of dodge would be the best solution. His mind made up, he simply had to wait for the correct opportunity, and not reveal that he was on to his aggressors game plan. The ruse was pretty elaborate, sure. For all intents and purposes, the guy seemed perfectly legitimate - a wandering knight, out to help another player in need. Don't let it fool you, Quinn's subconscious told him, all kinds of alarm bells ringing inside his head. No one actually approached another person like that without some kind of ulterior motive, in the world of violence, abuse and neglect that had been Quinn's since birth. While in the lives of those more fortunate it might be the case, better not to take chances... Slipping into a street fighting stance he had picked up from all of his years spent living on them, Quinn adjusted his grip on the staff in his hands ever so slightly so as to increase his leverage. He made sure to do it slowly, not being too obvious about it. Pretending he was just shifting his feet, moving his hands a bit. This guy could be one of two types. The first was what Quinn was preparing himself for, yet another innocuous seeming aggressor who would hurt him as soon as given half a chance. The second... Well, there was the odd chance he was actually what he appeared to be. Even if he was, Quinn would still want nothing to do with him, he had met that type as well. People like that put on this exterior of being the good guy, the one who was out there to help and make everything better for the world, through deeds and actions. In his experience, they were worse than the first kind. He had met police officers like that. A detective had been assigned to his 'case' when he had first run from the orphanage where he had grown up. At first, the man had wanted to try and 'fix' Quinn, make him into a model member of society. Stop him from stealing. Help get him away from the drugs and the gangs that he associated with. The things Quinn needed to survive as a young kid on the streets. After Quinn had turned down the offers again and again, the man had realised he could not 'help' him and had become just like any other person, hating him for what he was. That had hurt, more than the usual insults and beatings. Knowing that someone considered you beyond saving... Well, neep them. He didn't need their good opinion anyways. Shaking the thoughts off, and fighting back the almost instinctive urge to burst into tears, Quinn switched his attention back to the approaching stranger. Really though, Quinn was inwardly sure the stranger was the first kind. After all, he had gone to rather extensive lengths to ensure his privacy, here, making this 'chance' encounter a little bit too convenient for his liking. There! He had come to a stop, his guard lowered and his weapon not yet drawn. "Leave me alone," Quinn shouted, bringing his staff down towards the guardians head and triggering the Flameburst spell again. Not waiting to check the results of his attack, Quinn ducked past him and sprinted away, trying to put as mjuch distance between himself and this threat as possible. He was almost away, when suddenly he tripped. Right in front of another adventurer. Well, that sucked, Quinn thought dully over the pain growing from what was no doubt a twisted ankle, it had been a trap after all. "Well, looks like you caught me," Quinn muttered, trying futilely to rise back up to his feet and get his staff between himself and the new threat. It was never going to happen, he realised, gritting his teeth through the pain radiating from his leg. Well, at least he wasn't panicking yet. Dying was not going to be a pleasant experience, though, he was sure. He knew he would revive back at the cathedral, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be a rather haunting experience. the worst his tormentors back in the real world had ever managed was breaking a few bones, death was bound to hurt quite a bit more than that. He stared up at this second stranger despondently, waiting for her to finish him off.

HP: MP: WORDS: 1055 TAGS: Quinn, Endrin, Ceres SONG: I Don't Wanna Die NOTES: I have no idea where that came from. o.O

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[Ceres]

"To survive a man must recognize himself as an opponent before noticing the challenges others may prove to be."

Just as his ruby colored pools reflected her form, Ceres' reddish browns reflected his. Unlike what was previously planned she did not smile---as she did not think to. Instead she was recuperating from slight surprise. At the moment her mind was reeling. Not quite in a panic, also not necessarily calm, she assessed the situation while making no physical reaction other than acknowledging this boy's presence at her feet.

After having just watched the boy attack the knight without provocation like a frightened animal she was unsure what to make of this situation. Why would he attack that knight like he had? What was the story between them? She didn't know...so she couldn't properly react to either of them. Should she even get involved? If she didn't she risked leaving this boy to whatever trouble he might have been in. If she did she risked helping a person whom shouldn't be helped...In her mind it was slowly became a matter of severity. If she assisted the boy without necessarily inconveniencing the knight she could better understand the situation. At least that might have been what she thought if she'd spent this much time thinking about it...

'Why would a frightened animal attack a complete stranger?'

It was all pretty obvious really.

This is why she thought MMO etiquette was obsolete.

You were insane if you thought approaching someone, in a place where 'Player Killing' exists, without forewarning wouldn't make anyone skittish or distrusting. Though Ceres was not aware of the mental strains this boy might have been suffering due to past experiences, she was aware enough of what a normal person might think. At least...if they were the proper amount of considerate. Which was why instead of saying anything or really even interacting with the boy beyond a single motion, she gave the boy his own choice to determine how he wanted this situation to go. She offered him her right hand to be taken. If he took it she'd help him to his feet and back up to give him space. Since the guy already attacked the other guy for being too close and pushy---she'd do the exact opposite of him. She'd give him space and as much room to get away if he wanted it. She'd only speak when spoken to afterward...even if she found it rather amusing that he thought she in some way had some plans to capture him.

After doing all this...

She let her attention slip to the knight. She was at least two feet away from the boy...so she had time to glance back at him and move out of the way if he thought he'd try to surprise attack her. So she felt at least a little safe. Especially since she already had an AoE move if she seriously had to fight the little guy. Though in the back of her mind she half expected him to hesitate simply because she was in-fact 'bigger' than him. He'd probably have other ideas just looking at her size and half of her wanted to rely on that more.

It'd be great if this situation didn't require any special effort on her part really...

Anyway...her attention was on the knight to see what he'd do. Most people would get pissed for being randomly popped on the head, especially if they didn't mean any good in the first place. If the knight came barreling at the boy she'd just go on and use her AoE to scare them both off. They'd both freak, get their shit in order and ru---Oh. He's level 16. Well shit...

"Tch...Couldn't you have randomly hit someone of a lower level?", she murmured softly...listlessly.

So she spoke up.

"Looks like you scared my friend here. I apologize, he's a little skittish. Not that I blame him.", She'd state gently--her voice carried easily without her having to yell too much.

She was sure the knight would hear her speaking. She figured if the boy heard her going on about her being a 'friend' he might get a clue...or at least cool his head long enough to think about his situation. Meanwhile the knight, depending on the boy's actions might assume he's fine and wander off---or at least understand what he did and apologize. Maybe round the situation out into something less annoying.

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[Endrin]

He had no aggressive intentions with the young man, and with his level he felt fairly safe in this area. He did not have his weapon drawn, and he didn't grow up on the streets fighting for his life. He lived a cozy suburban life. So he didn't even register the stance that the kid took. He was more focused on making sure that he stayed in his knightly character as it was not yet second nature to him. He did catch the staff heading toward his head though. An armored arm moving up deftly to block the blow. The physical part at least. He didn't really have a way to stop the spell with his shield on his back. So fire engulfed his body as the boy ran away, hurting and burning him but not killing him or even coming close. He let out a cry of surprise and pain as he instinctively brought his arm down to cover his face.

As much as the kid got the jump on him Endrin was still far above his levels, and his hit points were enough to soak the damage. The perk of being a tank class was you generally didn't have to worry about being one shotted. His passive regeneration already starting up on healing the damage that he had been dealt. Slowly he brought his arm down as the kid had fled away. Unsure of where he went or what he should do about it he debated on if he should even try and follow. There would be footprints in the swamp, unless he went into the water. The kid clearly didn't want him around, and he didn't seem to be a PKer as he did a horrible job of finishing the job. But with a reaction like that he was just asking for trouble. It was one of fear. But what did the kid have to be afraid of? Was someone chasing him, was he in danger and did he mistake Endrin for a threat? Well that was obviously the case but he did not understand why. He had done everything he could think of to show that he was not looking for a fight.

It seemed that the choice was made for him as someone called out to him. Informing him that the young man was skittish. Which he felt was putting it mildly, however since they were engaging him again he couldn't just leave. To do so would be rude. So he made his way over to the young mage and the willowy woman.

"My apologies for startling your friend then. That was not my intent."

He said giving the woman a bow with his right arm over his heart. He seemed to be more or less unphased by the whole ordeal, at least physically. He had come out to fight monsters, so a little bit of damage was hardly unexpected. Even if the source of the damage had been a bit of a surprise.

"Thankfully no harm was done. Though if he isn't careful he could end up in some trouble with a first reaction like that."

He said with a small light hearted chuckle.

"I suppose it was my mistake though. Perhaps I could have done more to assure your friend I meant no harm. I was just coming back from some monster hunting when I saw the flame from his attack. He seemed to be alone and low level so I thought to offer him assistance. I did not realize he was in a party with someone."

He gave another small bow in apology for his mistake.

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[Quinn]

One fact of his situation had still yet to fully and irrevocably sink into his mind, thus far. That was the fact that, somehow despite everything in his being having told him it would be otherwise, he was still alive. Obviously adventurers couldn't truly die in this world, as when they died they were reborn in the cathedral. Being an immortal god in this new world certainly did have its occasional job perks, after all. That said... Immortality still had its downsides - particularly if the person afflicted with it wanted death.  Quinn shuddered, pushing that thought and the entire thought train that had come with it out into the dark, where it would hopefully die a long and painful death from starvation stuck out in the rain.  The woman he had thought was working with the higher level guardian from before seemed to be... backing off? That couldn't be right, Quinn's mind thought, clouded by pain and fear as it was. It was probably just another trick, designed to fool him into thinking that they were friendly after all so they could take his stuff as well as kill him. Quinn glared at her, inching away as fast as his injury would allow. There was no way he was just going to lie there and give in to the inevitable - better to go out fighting than let them get into his head before they killed him. Taking a moment to study the woman before him, Quinn felt even more confused. She was willowy, almost fragile seeming. Certainly not the kind to go after others in his experience. It was all so confusing, and his head was throbbing, making concentrating on flaws in his logic all the harder. Generally the kind of women who would purposefully go out and hurt other people were much easier to identify - Quinn had learned quickly to be able to identify the hallmarks that would tell him to avoid a person at all costs. This woman had none of them, though she was perhaps a bit too quiet for him to actually go so far as to trust her. Even more confused, Quinn listened to her ramblings about him going after guys higher leveled than him, and then even defending him - calling him a friend - when his initial attacker came after them. She was right, though. Quinn had most definitely been scared. He wasn't about to let it show, though. Not anymore than he could help, at least... Quinn shivered, eyeing the injuries and burn marks scoring the knights equipment. Yet despite his obvious injury and how violently Quinn had reacted to him, his expression and demeanour seemed to be almost... forgiving? Quinn felt another wave of dizziness rush over him. Had he perhaps mistaken the mans intent after all, and attacked him with no cause? it was possible, but he doubted it. A man as skilled at acting as this would be knight seemed to be would no let his facade drop so easily, at least not until after he had neutralised his victim, and whatever other wayward adventurers happened to get in the way and witness it. Quinn felt a brief twinge of pity for the monk. No doubt she would be next on this guys kill list, if his steadily growing suspicions were right. "No, leave her alone!" Quinn yelled out, sounding slightly panicked, not wanting to get the lady involved if he didn't have to, "let her go. She just happened to be here, I've never seen her before in my life!" He might not be able to save himself, crippled as he was with an ankle injury, but maybe the girl could get away unharmed? it was possible. Usually Quinn was not the kind to go for selfless acts of sacrifice, but needless death was something that not even he was willing to embrace just yet. It boggled his mind, the very idea of this knightly guardian before him. No one was actually that noble, were they? Knights like from the fairy tales didn't actually exist in real life, only the bad guys and the monsters did. Probably the reason that Quinn was having so much trouble accepting the strange guardian at face value was because of this. If he believed in what the guardian seemed to be, it meant he would have to change his entire belief structure. he would have to recognise the existence of heroes, as well as villains. A major psychological shift like that wasn't exactly going to happen over the course of a few minutes, that was for sure. if it was even possible for Quinn to accept it - his whole like had been nothing but a string of villains, and people wanting to hurt and abuse him. Shutting them out was the best way to defend himself, that he had. His mind was his sanctum, and nobody gained entrance to it. Ankle still throbbing painfully, Quinn's mind was bordering on overload. He knew what was coming here, and the timing couldn't be any more inconvenient, all things duly considered. Of course, you are just another weakling, his subconscious mind whispered to him insidiously, you can put on all the brave faces you want to Quinn, but at the end of the day you're just another cowardly child. Shaking his head and gritting his teeth hard to try and block out the voice and the intense pain in his leg, Quinn couldn't help but wonder if the voice was right. "My head hurts..." he muttered, clasping at it weakly. That was the last thing he said before he slumped to the floor in a dead feint.

HP: MP: WORDS: 946 TAGS: Quinn, Endrin, Ceres SONG: I Don't Wanna Die NOTES: Weird. Quinn seems to be going more for terrified and vulnerable than evil and scary in this thread. Ah well, unepected character development is always good.

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[Ceres]

"To truly help another one must first understand, mere assumption can only cause further damage."

She was visibly surprised...

That boy did the exact opposite of what she was expecting. Rather he did something not many people had ever done for her under any occasion save for loved ones. Even though it wasn't so dreadful a situation, assuming what the knight had to say was the truth, it was still a rather surprisingly touching act. The fact was not present on her expression, she chose to appear as neutral about it as possible, but she could not deny that her amusement had transformed into some mild form of gratitude. Even though the boy was frightened enough to pass out at her feet he begged for her safety. That naturally deserved a returned favor.

"...He's been through a lot.", she'd speak gently while moving to pick the boy up.

Once she had him secure in her arms her attentions went straight to the knight. The way she looked at him suggested hesitation in trusting him...but generally speaking she was going to see if he truly was as kind as he seemed to wish to project himself to be. While carefully looking over her 'friend's' appearance she spoke with the intention of showing the knight that she gave him the benefit of the doubt...but at the same-time would act as cautiously as possible in this odd situation. After all...for the moment the only way she was going to get out of this whole situation was seeing to it that no one felt threatened or more obligated than they needed to be. This boy would likely not trust her if he found himself in a room alone with her regardless of the situation; she could sense it. If her instincts were correct this boy had been through a lot more than she or the knight might have been...

As concerned as she was for this boy...something about him caused her to be a little on edge. It wasn't visible or even something easily noticed unless one considered how she chose to handle him...but it was there. She didn't want to cause more trouble than she was trying to fix.

"I don't suppose you know of an inn we can go to? I admit we're both new to the game...so we don't know our way around yet."

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[Endrin]

The boy's continued reaction to him was as worrying as it was confusing. He had never met the kid before, and he certainly hadn't taken any aggressive action. He had even apologized for startling him and didn't retaliate when the kid lashed out at him. And yet he seemed absolutely terrified of him. That worried him for a few reasons. The boy might be troubled, or have some issues. Which was fair enough considering what all of their fates were now. A freak out was reasonable. And yet he seemed okay with the willowy woman. Despite declaring he had never met her before. Was it a gender issue? Did someone have a character that looked like him that was tormenting people?

That thought was unsettling and almost bone chilling. He didn't look like himself here, it was possible someone else had the same character model. Even if Elder Tales had a ton of customization options it was still a possibility. He would have to look into that. Though there wasn't much he could do about it if there was someone like him causing trouble. He almost sighed, but his thoughts were ripped away as the boy collapsed. He rushed forward to try and catch him before the monk had. Thankfully she had been closer and had a good hold on him.

"Is he okay M'lady?"

He was beyond a little worried now. He had never seen someone pass out for no reason before and he wasn't really sure what to do. He didn't have any medical training. He didn't know if he had just fainted or if he was having a stroke or something else? Was it even okay to move people when they were like this? He really didn't know.

"My inn isn't too far from the entrance to the city. However I worry that moving him may cause harm? I am not a medical professional."

He was admittedly worried that maybe being stuck in the game did something to him. And if so would it happen to all of them? Would they start dropping dead randomly in the streets or have seizures? Or was this a normal thing for the kid? Did he have some kind of medical condition that needed to be monitored. Did something like that transfer into the game with them? So many questions that he had not thought to ask sprung to his mind. His brows furrowed with worry as he sucked on his tongue trying to think of what the best option was.

"Though I suppose keeping him in the swamp isn't going to help anything. I'll take you to my inn and if he hasn't recovered then we should see if we can find someone with a medical background to make sure he is okay. Agreed?"

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[Quinn]

Where am I? This place is so strange... The last thing I remember was pain, and watching that creepy guy with the smiley do gooder impression coming up to me.  Am I dead? I don't know. I don't feel like I'm dead. But if I'm not, where am I? There's nothing... Oh. Wait. There's something. So... bright... Is that... me? It looks like me. Wait. I still have a busted ankle. This must be what I look like right now, except... i can't see anything else. Because... I don't know. Is this some kind of a dream or something? I must have passed out back there. How embarrassing. I haven't passed out like that in ages, not since the first grade.  But... if I passed out why am I still alive? At least... I think I'm alive. This place is strange. It feels like I'm here, in this weird dream place but at the same time I'm not here at all, just my mind. Maybe it's another part of the game, or something. They must have had to program in a response, for when people get knocked out? Dreams were never this vivid in real life. Maybe there's someone else in here? "Hello! Is there anyone out there?" Crap. That was a bad idea. I must look like I'm mumbling in my sleep or something out there in the real world. Hopefully that scary guardian doesn't kill me. That would suck. Will I wake up in the cathedral, if he kills me while I'm unconscious? I don't know... I guess I'll found out soon enough. I just need to wake up. I need to wake up! Or I'm going to die. Damnit, body! Why did you do this now? WHY?

HP: MP: WORDS: 290 TAGS: Quinn, Endrin, Ceres SONG: I Don't Wanna Die NOTES: Blah. My weird attempt at a first person esque dream sequence. Tag.

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[Ceres]

"While the eyes may be the window to the soul, the lights of the body, and the beholder of beauty, it is only by a willing mind that one can truly observe from them."

Ceres watched the knight carefully. She paid mind to his body language, his reactions, and all other methods that might allow her some insight to his true self.  All these things brought her to his eyes for her confirmation. From what she could see from them...they were the eyes of a dishonest man. Yet he was not dishonest in the way a crook or a thief would be. 

Such was not with-in the vibe he presented.

In front of her she saw a man whom was truly concerned and had not told a single lie. Which was probably why she could only nod to him silently and adjust the boy in her arms to ensure his comfort. She would be certain to keep the boy comfortably held and deny any offer for the man to touch him. That alone would hopefully keep the knight well satisfied with this situation. As he might have subconsciously been searching for proof that the woman had the boy's interests at heart---even if he'd not truly questioned her for any wrong doing in the first place. No. This knight was no such man at all. In him she could see a truly good person whom only intended well---though that did not hide what else she saw in him...granted perhaps it was only obvious because it was akin to her own darkness.

"We'll go to your inn...on the condition that he not hear anything of it being your inn. Further if there are any such things I should know about this place before I enter it regarding my safety and his---I'd like to know it now.", Ceres agreed, but with added purpose to her words.

If this man was the good person she assumed he was from what she felt from him---he would not likely ignore her words and speak truthfully for the sake of his own honor just as well as for the safety of the boy.

It was strange....but Ceres was beginning to wonder if in a sense she truly had met a knight.

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Endrin

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[Endrin]

He was a little insulted at the implication that he would be taking them somewhere dangerous or had ill intent. Up to this point he had shown no hostility even when attacked. He was stronger than both of them together and would have no need of luring them into a trap should he wish to kill them he suspected. And yet he could not help but feel like his honor and integrity were on trial. He could only let out a soft sigh and remember the old saying about how no good deed went unpunished.

However he could not wash his hands of these two, especially with the boy unconscious, because while his intents were good they were still outside of the safety of the city. And monsters did spawn in the wilderness.

"It is not my inn but rather the one I am currently staying in." He emphasized since he got the impression that she believed it to be outside the city from her follow up question wishing assurance that no harm could come to them. "It is a reputable inn inside of London, and you are as safe there as anywhere inside the walls. As for seeing you both to London safely I pledge on my honor that my sword and shield will see you there safely."

He pledged to the willowy woman with a small bow, placing his right hand over his heart. Her body language and reaction told of distrust, and he could only wager that meant she would not wish for him to carry the burden of their unconscious companion. And so it was that for the first time in this encounter he would draw his blade and shield, turning his back on the two travelers.

"London is to the south. We should be able to make it in less than an hour. And should our young friend prove to be too heavy for you then I shall assist." He said adding the last part as he looked back over his shoulder with a warm smile. Warmer than he felt given the cold reception he had been given. But a knight was dauntless and he was not about to back down from a test of virtue.

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