Class: Mage - Lvl. 20
HP: 840/840
SP: 1270/1270
Exp: 1/5
Gold: 2
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The Ruins of Bestiavite
With a fancy flash, a female clothed in an all white attire appeared in the midst of a large ruin that lay in a thick swamp, located far in the eastern lands of the world. The ruins consisted of broken walls, rotten logs, and debris scattered about. Nature had long since claimed ownership of this man-made settlement, as each stone was overgrown with moss, the ruined houses now gave shelter to small wild-life, and grass sprouted out from the cracks between the cobblestone that was once a road for this town's inhabitants.
Bestiavite it was called. A town that was home to a few of the 'Beast' race that inhabited Phantasy World. Though they no longer do now... Crimsonia had stumbled onto this by accident, but remembered accurately that Bestiavite hadn't always been like this. “Something must've happened...” The white-haired woman muttered while she examined the rubble. Not that there was a reason to complain, it was an ever-changing realm after all. Many towns were attacked by rag-tag bands of bandits every now and then, but never like this. If this was banditry at all...
Step after step, Crimsonia's pink eyes absorbed every detail. Her conclusions turning darker with each second. Contacting a Game Master may be a wise idea, but they should not be disturbed unless necessary, and so the character carried on with an investigation of her own...
Bestiavite it was called. A town that was home to a few of the 'Beast' race that inhabited Phantasy World. Though they no longer do now... Crimsonia had stumbled onto this by accident, but remembered accurately that Bestiavite hadn't always been like this. “Something must've happened...” The white-haired woman muttered while she examined the rubble. Not that there was a reason to complain, it was an ever-changing realm after all. Many towns were attacked by rag-tag bands of bandits every now and then, but never like this. If this was banditry at all...
Step after step, Crimsonia's pink eyes absorbed every detail. Her conclusions turning darker with each second. Contacting a Game Master may be a wise idea, but they should not be disturbed unless necessary, and so the character carried on with an investigation of her own...