Daertalmos Online

Daertalmos Online

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A new game has launched, however within hours, there is a mass virus that goes out, trapping several players in the game. What will you do when your life becomes a game?

1,460 readers have visited Daertalmos Online since ~Living-Dead Doll~ created it.
Feyblue are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://swordartonline.wikia.com/wiki/sword_art_online_wiki http://dothack.wikia.com/wiki/.hack//wiki celtic and other mythology lore

Introduction

After hours of waiting for the download to complete, the game is finally ready. You type in your username and password before slipping the headgear on. A welcome screen comes up and hopes you enjoy your game. Next, you are forwarded to a screen to create your character. There is a blank character in the center of the screen, with two boxes hovering in the center at the top. One box is blue 'Male', then other is pink 'Female'.
To the top left of the screen, you have three options to choose from as the race of the character. As you click each one, a box underneath that one explains a little about the race and the available classes. On the right, you are able to select the class that is available to the race selected, with information about that class.
Once you have decided, the next screen is filled with options to customize your characters appearance. As you scroll down the list, you realize you can customize everything from highlights in your characters hair, to shoe size. In the top center, there is a spot for your characters name. On the right side at the bottom, is a box that has facts about your race that could help with appearance and the name.

Finally, your character is perfect and the screen goes blank.
"Make sure to get comfortable." An angelic voice whispers, as a timer appears, counting down from twenty.
You feel yourself floating, as the headset kicks on. You can smell the scents of the town, feel the air against your skin, and taste the crisp air.


"Welcome to Daertalmos"


The screen goes black. Slowly, a glowing orb moves closer. A voice-over begins to explain the lore of this world.


Lore of the World:

In the beginning, there were several gods and goddesses who lived in Ait Naofa, a heavenly place for the gods. After several hundred years, the Goddess Airnmid became lonely, being the only woman in Ait Naofa who could not bare children of her own. She spoke with her fellow gods and decided to create a world to watch over. Though she could not bare children, she would find purpose and show love to the world, and it's creatures. It was with love and compassion that she build the foundation of the world with, and named it Daertalmos.
As a gift for her sister, Nantos a forest Goddess of Ait Naofa, created homes for the future creatures by growing the forests, valleys, and mountains. After seeing the beauty his wife had created, Farraige created the waters of the world to hydrate the earth and give a home to even more creatures. Their son, Cern, created the animals of the world. Finally, when the world was ready, Anuside create the race of elves for his wife Airnmid, giving her children to watch over.

The Elves were close to nature and had a high affinity to the Gods and Goddesses. It was a race of tall, peaceful, and nearly immortal beings. They build in the largest forests, on the side of magnificent mountains, and even some lived in underground cities. Their lives were chosen and planned out for them by the gods. The gods ordered worship and told the Elves to cultivate the land, respect the spirits of the forest, and take care of the animals that inhabited it before them. Being a peaceful race, they had no worries of war or strife. Indeed those days are known as the Golden Age to most Elves, as it was a simple peaceful life, before any war.

Vyrlo, God of the Netherworld, watched as the Gods in Ait Naofa created and populated this new world. He too, had been planning on creating a world with creatures for his own purpose. With the problem of building the world itself out of the way, he took this opportunity to create a race of his own. They were to be a race that countered the purity of the Elves, however his plan backfired and they were not the evil he wanted. Instead, the Duneil were a race of neither good nor evil, but a race of balance between the two. Furious with his mistake, he tried to destroyed all of the creatures, turning them into chimeras who knew nothing but destruction.

Cern was fascinated with the Duneil and became furious at how Vyrlo could destroy them. After explaining the magnificence of the Duneil to Airnmid, she agreed to protect them. Nantos sheltered them in her forests, prohibiting Vyrlo from destroying them. Cern became their chief God, for the compassion he had shown them.

Bitius, a lower god who helped Cern, watched the Elves for several centuries. He soon started to pity them, for their had no choices in the lives they lived. Though he could not change their lives, he decided to create his own race, a free race in their image. This is when he created the race of Humans. They were a race of freedom from the Gods who hovered over them. Their lives were shorter then the Elves, making what time they had important. In the beginning Bitius was proud of his creation. They formed their own thoughts, paths, civilizations, and some even had the Gods in mind and were spiritual beings. Being free from the ideals and paths of the Gods, they had to make their own decisions.

It wasn't long before he saw the error in his creation. They were not pure like the elves had been. They had greed, jealousy, and cruelty in their hearts. They felt no remorse when they waged war against Elves and Duneil, forcing them from the homes they had lived in for so long.
Bitius felt ashamed at the chaos his creation was making. To correct this error, he pleaded with Airnmid and Anuside for help. However, they told him he must guide his creations.

Feeling sorry for his friend, Cern agreed to try and help Bitius. To create a middle race, they mixed their magic and created the race of Duinehithe. This race lived was spiritual like the Elves, however had the freedom of the Humans. They were half animal and half human.

Despite the gods thinking the Elves were perfect, there was a flaw in their plan.The Elves became conceded and looked down on the other races. In their eyes, they were superior to all other races. Wars were raged to keep the humans at bay, and to exterminate the 'abomination' of the Duinehithe. The world of Daertalmos fell into a state of civil war.

Though the races held disdain for one another, a new threat was coming. Vyrlo was planning on destroying everything. Slowly, he his malice began to seep into the animals of Daertalmos, changing them into horrific monsters. Next, he created the races of evil, to kill all the Gods had worked hard to create. In desperation, as they were losing the war, the races of Daertalmos joined together to defeat Vyrlo.

It is up to you to help the Gods now, or let Vyrlo take control of the world as we know it


The screen changes to show an aerial view of the town known as Faclarebal. Within seconds, you are seeing the world in the eyes of your character....

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It hasn't been long since you stepped foot into this new world. The large town seems to be buzzing with life. You have just completed the tutorials when large red text appears at the top of your vision. It's an alert, urging you to the square. There are other around you already headed that way.

Infection:
The infection is sent to hundreds of computers, activating deadly consequences for any who take off the headgear. Many players log out, however those who can, cannot log back in. The ones who cannot log out, are told they must complete the game, though it is left vague as to how they are supposed to do that.
NOTE: When the rp starts, the intro will be of this event.


~~Races~~

**Elves - The very first race to be born and have long lifespans of generally 2,00 years. They are a pious creatures who live in magnificent cities throughout the world of Daertalmos. They are tall creatures, almost all standing over 6 feet tall. They are slender, with high cheek bones, and elongated ears. All elves have keen senses and an affinity towards nature. Most are Magick users or Archers.
--Race Skills: In Tune With Nature - The ability to analyze ones surroundings using clues provided by nature.
--Race Skills: Spiritual - Grants + 2 to WIS, due to the spiritual nature of the race.
--Classes Available: Sorcerers/Sorceress, Hunters, Dualblades, Blademasters, Long Arms

**Human - The second born race with short life spans of under 100 years. They are a race of free creatures who decide their own paths, for better or worse. Their sizes very, as they are an imperfect race. They are more susceptible to diseases and becoming corrupted. Due to their greed and the wars, they are the highest populated race. They have created cities, towns, and small villages throughout Daertalmos. The most balanced race, open to almost all classes.
--Race Skills: Strength - Grants + 2 to strength and allows humans to carry heavier weapons.
--Race Skills: Greed - Slight increases the chances of getting high quality drops from monsters when in groups.
--Classes Available: Axemasters, Heavyblade, Dualblade, Long Arms, Knuckler, Mages, Hunters, Thieves

**The Duneil -The Duneil were the first race created by Vrylo, though they failed to be corrupt as he planned. humanoid in shape and stand at an average of six and a half feet. They have flat faces and lack much of an external nose, instead, they have a slight bump with two slits for the nostrils. Their eyes can be a wide range of colors, including colors like orange and cyan. Adorning their heads are horns of length that vary amidst individuals. They have deer-like ears that are able to swivel to catch sounds. Encompassing their long necks are manes of thick hair, usually of darker colors. Their skin tends to come in light, unsaturated colors, such as chalky white or various hues of grey. They have fairly long tails with a fringe of hair at the end that is the same color matching their mane. Their skin darkens to deep shades of brown, grey, or black at the ends of their limbs, leaving their forearms, legs from calves down, and ends of their tails differently colored than the rest of their bodies. Their feet resemble more that of a bird's than a humans, complete with talons.
--Race Skills: Creation - Grants + 2 INT, due to being a magical race.
--Race Skills: Truth in Lies - The ability to tell when someone else is withholding information or lying.
--Classes Available: Dualblade, Knuckler, Mages, Hunters, Blademasters


**Duinehithe - The last race, created for balance. Though they are few in numbers, most are nomadic. There are three Tribes:

*Cusidheach Duine - a tribe doomed to forever resemble wolves. They keep family close, travelling in packs when moving. They are tall, lean, and generally aggressive to outsiders. They are powerful with keen senses, however they are susceptible to magic. Though they can take the shape of a large wolf, most appear in their normal form. A strong looking human with keen wolf ears, long sharp nails, and tails. They are skilled fighters, who generally prefer fighting with their fists.
--Race Skills: Alpha - Intimidates most creatures (or races) smaller.
--Race Skills: Tracking - The ability to catch a person/monsters scent and follow it, when others cant.
--Classes Available: Knucklers, Hunters, BladeMasters

*Caith Duine- The Caith Duines are the tribe who resemble humans the most. Some are born with more cat like features that go as far as longer body hair with stripes, but others are simply born with cat ears and proficient senses. They vary in sizes depending on what bloodline they are born from. This tribe is the one most excepted by Humans. This race is extremely agile and quick, however have lower defense.
--Race Skills: Shiney - The ability to find treasure or items easily
--Race Skills: Cat Eyes - Grants + 2 DEX
--Classes Available: Hunters, Thieves, Dualblades, Knucklers

*MadraRua Duine- A sly race of fox like humans. Their appearance varies based on the bloodline. Most have fox like ears, bushy tails, and long faces. They are known to be tricksters and thieves. They are quick, agile, and smart, however their defenses are lower than the wolves. They prefer to work in the shadows, and are distrusted by most other races. They also are more adept at using magic then the other tribes.
--Race Skills: Spiritual - Grants + 2 to WIS, due to the spiritual nature of the race.
--Race Skills: Sly Innocence - Grants the ability to fool others easily.
--Classes Available: Thieves, Dualblades, Sorcerers, Knucklers



~~Classes~~

**Heavyblades - Extremely strong swordsmen who wield 2 handed blades. Strong, but slow in speed. They use heavy amrour for protection, since they cannot equip shields.

**Dualblades - A class with high agility but low strength and defense. They wield dual short blades (mostly daggers), in giving them high hit rates, and preform critical hits. They wear medium and light armour. They are one of the quickest classes. This class also has the ability to use low level spells.

**Axemasters - A class that rivals the Heavyblade in strength. This class wields large axes mostly, though some do prefer small throwing axes. They have high strength, but are slow. They can wear heavy or medium armour.

**Blade Masters - A blade master can wield either heavy blades, smaller blades, or axes. They have more speed then Heavyblades, however, their strength is lower. They are also more susceptible to magic attacks. This class wears medium armour.

**Long Arms - An agile class that wields spears and javelins. They have lower defense, but are good at critical attacks. They wear medium armour.

**Knucklers (Warriors of the Fist) - An exclusive class to Humans and Duinehithe. This class uses their fist equipped with spiked knuckles or gloves. They have low strength, but high defense and fare better against magical attacks.

**Sorcerers/Sorceress - A magic based class that uses staffs, tomes, and maces. Their magic can be nature, dark, buffs, or a mixture of both (only at high levels). They have low defense and attack from afar but have the power to heal. For amour they wear light cloths.

**Mages - A class of magic users lower than that of Sorcerers that wields staffs and maces. They are only able to perform nature, healing, and light attacks and heals. They wear light cloths and have low defense.

**Thieves - A well rounded class that is fast and has decent defense. However, they are weaker then most classes. They wield daggers, one handed swords, or small bows. They wear light to medium armour.

**Hunters - A class of equal strength and defense. They are skilled with long bows, swords, and daggers. They wear medium armour.

~Jobs~

There are 5 jobs available. You start with 1 job until you reach level 15, then you are eligible for a second job.
*Artisan - A tailor who makes, dyes, and alters clothes. They skin animals and harvest some plants to collect material. Higher leveled Artisans can also create runes and other enhancements for weapons.
*Blacksmith- Craft weapons and heavier armour by collecting ores and alter weapons.
*Chef - Gather a wide range of ingredients to create dishes, most giving buffs.
*Alchemist - Create potions and poisons with various herbs found throughout Daertalmos.
*Fisher - A job of fishing to collect ingredients for various other jobs. Fishers can find rare items and material for other jobs, that can only be found during fishing.

Roles Taken:

1 Female Caith Duine -Kissa
1 Female Human - Aoife
1 Female MadraRua Duine - Da'len
1 Male Human - Licht
1 Male Elf - Danriel Thanamor
1 Male Duneil - Munio
1 Male Human - Veran


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[i][You have 75 starting stat points to distribute roughly according to your builds' focus stats, with the additional regulation that there must be at least 4 stats equal to or less than 5 (Rank E), and at most 3 stats above 10 (Rank D -), with 15 being the highest possible amount of points you can start with in any given skill.]  [/i]

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[b]Racial Skill -[/b] One personal skill based on either race.
[b]Personal Skill -[/b] One personal skill based on class. Could be attack or passive.

Writing Sample: (I am hoping to get at least 3 good paragraphs for this. You can write about you making the character on the screen if you want, or write about something your character does, sees, ect. I am putting this on here to weed out the one liners. You don't have to put your all into this, but please at least show me what you are capable of a little bit. )






If you have any questions or need help with distributing your stats, feel free to PM me or post in the OOC

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~~Rules~~
1. Be active! If you cannot post for more then 3 days, please tell us. You don't have to say why, just let me know you will be gone. Your character will be moved to the nearest town. If you have worked on your skill level enough, you will be transported to a shop of your job class, until you return.
2. Grammar and spelling! Now, I'm not the best speller in the world, but I try to use my spellcheck whenever I can, and I would appreciate the same from everyone else.
3. There is a minimum of 3 decent sized paragraphs (meaning each paragraph has more than 4 sentences) per post. Also, please post in 3rd person.
3.5 If you have read this, please post your favorite video game in the comments, or at the end of your character profile.
4. If you have an idea to help the story along, even if its just an idea for a NPC or quest, share it! I would love some help. If you have ideas for character edits, special in game items, and such please PM ME FIRST! I try to be pretty lacks about these things, however I have certain ideas for how this is going to play out and things like this need to be approved first.
5. Be friendly in the OOC, and respect others. Also, please respect the rules of this site.
6. No god modding or anything similar. Please remember you are starting your character right after its creation! So he/she will not have super cool armour unless you give me a damn good reason and it is approved.

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Daertalmos

Daertalmos by ~Living-Dead Doll~

The world of Daertalmos.

Faclarebal

Faclarebal by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A large city where all new players arrive. There are tutorial quests, as well as race/class specific quests. There are also many merchants here. The town is known as the town of beginnings.

Blacksmith Fergus

Blacksmith Fergus by ~Living-Dead Doll~

As you walk into the small shop, you are greeted with a hellish heat and the overbearing sound of metal hitting metal. A small chime rings as the door closes and the sound stops.

Potion Shop

Potion Shop by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A small shop with rows of bookcases filled with odd potions and ingredients.

Armour Shop

Armour Shop by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A medium sized armour shop that contains armour for all classes.

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8)

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8) by ~Living-Dead Doll~

The entrance of the Bale Forest, full of low level monsters for newbie players. There are many paths and signs to help players find their way.

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21)

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21) by ~Living-Dead Doll~

Further into the Bale forest. The monsters where are stronger then before. [WIP]

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After hours of waiting for the download to complete, the game is finally ready. You type in your username and password before slipping the headgear on. A welcome screen comes up and hopes you enjoy your game. Next, you are forwarded to a screen to create your character. There is a blank character in the center of the screen, with two boxes hovering in the center at the top. One box is blue 'Male', then other is pink 'Female'.
To the top left of the screen, you have three options to choose from as the race of the character. As you click each one, a box underneath that one explains a little about the race and the available classes. On the right, you are able to select the class that is available to the race selected, with information about that class.
Once you have decided, the next screen is filled with options to customize your characters appearance. As you scroll down the list, you realize you can customize everything from highlights in your characters hair, to shoe size. In the top center, there is a spot for your characters name. On the right side at the bottom, is a box that has facts about your race that could help with appearance and the name.

Finally, your character is perfect and the screen goes blank.
"Make sure to get comfortable." An angelic voice whispers, as a timer appears, counting down from twenty.
You feel yourself floating, as the headset kicks on. You can smell the various scents of the town, feel the gentle breeze against your skin, and taste the crisp morning air.

"Welcome to Daertalmos"



The screen goes black. Slowly, a glowing orb moves closer. After a moment, one could recognize the orb as a planet much like Earth. A voice-over begins to explain the lore of this world, while showing zoomed in cut scenes of each addition to the planet.

"In the beginning, there were several gods and goddesses who lived in Ait Naofa, a heavenly place for the gods. After several hundred years, the Goddess Airnmid became lonely, being the only woman in Ait Naofa who could not bare children of her own. She spoke with her fellow gods and decided to create a world to watch over. Though she could not bare children, she would find purpose and show love to the world, and it's creatures. It was with love and compassion that she build the foundation of the world with, and named it Daertalmos.
As a gift for her sister, Nantos a forest Goddess of Ait Naofa, created homes for the future creatures by growing the forests, valleys, and mountains. After seeing the beauty his wife had created, Farraige created the waters of the world to hydrate the earth and give a home to even more creatures. Their son, Cern, created the animals of the world. Finally, when the world was ready, Anuside create the race of elves for his wife Airnmid, giving her children to watch over.

The Elves were close to nature and had a high affinity to the Gods and Goddesses. It was a race of tall, peaceful, and nearly immortal beings. They build in the largest forests, on the side of magnificent mountains, and even some lived in underground cities. Their lives were chosen and planned out for them by the gods. The gods ordered worship and told the Elves to cultivate the land, respect the spirits of the forest, and take care of the animals that inhabited it before them. Being a peaceful race, they had no worries of war or strife. Indeed those days are known as the Golden Age to most Elves, as it was a simple peaceful life, before any war.

Vyrlo, God of the Netherworld, watched as the Gods in Ait Naofa created and populated this new world. He too, had been planning on creating a world with creatures for his own purpose. With the problem of building the world itself out of the way, he took this opportunity to create a race of his own. They were to be a race that countered the purity of the Elves, however his plan backfired and they were not the evil he wanted. Instead, the Duneil were a race of neither good nor evil, but a race of balance between the two. Furious with his mistake, he tried to destroyed all of the creatures, turning them into chimeras who knew nothing but destruction.

Cern was fascinated with the Duneil and became furious at how Vyrlo could destroy them. After explaining the magnificence of the Duneil to Airnmid, she agreed to protect them. Nantos sheltered them in her forests, prohibiting Vyrlo from destroying them. Cern became their chief God, for the compassion he had shown them.

Bitius, a lower god who helped Cern, watched the Elves for several centuries. He soon started to pity them, for their had no choices in the lives they lived. Though he could not change their lives, he decided to create his own race, a free race in their image. This is when he created the race of Humans. They were a race of freedom from the Gods who hovered over them. Their lives were shorter then the Elves, making what time they had important. In the beginning Bitius was proud of his creation. They formed their own thoughts, paths, civilizations, and some even had the Gods in mind and were spiritual beings. Being free from the ideals and paths of the Gods, they had to make their own decisions.

It wasn't long before he saw the error in his creation. They were not pure like the elves had been. They had greed, jealousy, and cruelty in their hearts. They felt no remorse when they waged war against Elves and Duneil, forcing them from the homes they had lived in for so long.
Bitius felt ashamed at the chaos his creation was making. To correct this error, he pleaded with Airnmid and Anuside for help. However, they told him he must guide his creations.

Feeling sorry for his friend, Cern agreed to try and help Bitius. To create a middle race, they mixed their magic and created the race of Duinehithe. This race lived was spiritual like the Elves, however had the freedom of the Humans. They were half animal and half human.

Despite the gods thinking the Elves were perfect, there was a flaw in their plan.The Elves became conceded and looked down on the other races. In their eyes, they were superior to all other races. Wars were raged to keep the humans at bay, and to exterminate the 'abomination' of the Duinehithe. The world of Daertalmos fell into a state of civil war.

Though the races held disdain for one another, a new threat was coming. Vyrlo was planning on destroying everything. Slowly, he his malice began to seep into the animals of Daertalmos, changing them into horrific monsters. Next, he created the races of evil, to kill all the Gods had worked hard to create. In desperation, as they were losing the war, the races of Daertalmos joined together to defeat Vyrlo.

It is up to you to help the Gods now, or let Vyrlo take control of the world as we know it"


The screen changes to show an aerial view of the town known as Faclarebal. Within seconds, you are seeing the world in the eyes of your character....

The setting changes from Daertalmos to Faclarebal

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A circular large city where all new players arrive, thus the nickname 'City of Beginnings'. There are tutorial quests, as well as race/class specific quests. Numerous merchants call Faclarebal home and sell various items for all levels. The city is build branching out from the castle. There are several rings that make up this city, radiating out from the castle.

Outside the bridge to the castle is the inner ring known as the 'Heart of Faclarebal'. A town square type area used for a meeting place for in game events, competitions, and prizes. This is a popular place for newbies to meet up and get help. The NPCs there guide new players and hand out leveling and tutorial quests to get used to the game.

The second ring is full of places for more social actions. There are several popular pubs, inns, libraries, restaurants, and other places to meet up with friends. This is also a very popular spot for those who like to roleplay and stay in character.

The third ring is the most popular area for merchants but is also home to Job Skill NPCs. This is where a characters can select their job, perfect craft skills, buy items for crafting, or select a secondary job (once a player reaches level 20). There is also an auction house for selling items and buying items.

The final ring is the thinner than any of the inside rings. This is where players will find quests for the classes. There are also NPCs of the different races who hand out race classes.

There are three exits from the town.
When heading out of the city, taking a left from the Heart, you enter the Bale Forest (Levels 1-8).

To the right, leads to the Dak Bale Forest (For Levels 18-24, inaccessible to players under level 18).

Finally, if you exit the city from the bottom, you will journey on the road to the next town, a small village of houses that players can buy and live in (Accessible at level 20, house prices vary).





About thirty minutes after Daertalmos Online launches, there are suddenly massive disconnections from users around the world, though many in the game stay connected. Those who were booted from the game found they could not log back in. Those who were not booted, however found they could not log out.
A text box spontaneously appeared in front of the remaining player with bold red text and a 15 second countdown.
"-Event Announcement-
You will be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds..."

Within 20 seconds all remaining players find themselves in the Heart. Despite the thousands who were present at the initial launch, there were only around 400 remaining. There was confused and some furious at the interruption and begin asking other players about the event. Anyone who tried to leave the Heart found all exits had been blocked with a invisible barrier. Panic began to spread through the players, while others simply waited for the event to begin.

A small orb could be seen floating over the bridge of the castle, simply hovering over the players. As the chaos grew the orb finally exploded, engulfing the area in a blinding light.

It wasn't long before the blinding effect subsided, leaving a slender woman hovering where the orb had been. She was partially transparent, however the sorrowful expression on her face was clear. She sighed as she gazed at the players, tears swelling in her eyes. Her green hair was tousled and messy and her eyes were red as if crying for some time. Once creamy skin was now too pale and had red blotches. However, she still looked slightly composed. Those who had read about the lore of the game would recognize her as Nantos, creator of the forests, valleys, and mountains.
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"Children of Ait Naofa." She began, gathering the attention of most players. A few tears slid down her pale face as she gazed upon them. "My dears, I hate to call upon you, however we are in need. Ait Naofa has been attacked and the mother to you all, has been taken from us. Those of us left in Ait Naofa are struggling to hold back the evil. It is time for you to put aside differences and help us. You chosen few have been bound to this system. If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die. I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your conscious will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body."

The crowd burst in uproar at the absurdity of this message, but Nantos continued.

"My time is running out and I must leave you. Other from Ait Naofa will try to help those who are willing to assist us." Fear washed over Nantos' face as she turned to look behind herself, as if she heard someone coming. There was a small shiver in her appearance, like a glitched image. "We are under attack! Children of Ait Naofa, please help us!"

In another burst of blinding light, the woman was gone, leaving the players to converse. The barriers fell from the exits of the Heart, allowing the players to leave if they wish.

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The First Day ~ The Impossible Dream

|| Location ✦ Daertalmos Online - Faclarebal ||
|| State of Mind ✧ Shocked ||



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Clack-clack. Clack-clack. Clackity-clack-clack.

The metallic sound of her faulds brushing against the pavement filled her ears, distinct from the hard footfalls of the leather-booted crowd of novices rushing about to and fro before her. She glanced upward, watching as a small white bird circled overhead far in the distance, barely visible against the clouds that gently crept across the sky. Shading her eyes against the unanticipated brilliance of the sun's simulated rays, a lone figure took a few cautious steps out of the small alley in which she'd found herself standing upon coming to her senses. Her movements were uncertain - clumsy, even - like the stumbling of a sleepwalker. Her senses felt ever-so-slightly dulled, as though realty had been naught but an unpleasant dream, and she was still in the process of awakening from it. She rubbed her eyes, blinking several times as she accustomed herself to the daylight. The young woman hopped in place once, then twice. The cobblestones beneath her feet felt hard and firm. The weight of the armor strapped firmly to her upper body seemed real as well. That was the point of Virtual Reality, she supposed, but still, she couldn't help but be astonished by how detailed the fake world around her was. Everything she felt in this virtual body felt exactly as one would expect it to. This was more than just a game. This seemed more like she'd just taken the disorient express straight from Earth to Ait Naofa.

I couldn't have asked for a better world than this, the girl thought, a smile brighter than the blinding sunlight breaking out across her face. Rushing out into the busy street, she joined the throng of players wandering to and fro through the enormous city.

Glancing down at her character menu, the young woman in blue gave a smile at the name that appeared there - "Aoife." It sounded similar enough to the name she was used to going by, so it probably wouldn't be difficult to adjust to. And, since she felt reasonably confident in her ability to move around in her new body - it helped that even if she was a bit more well-proportioned in this form, her height and build were roughly the same as what she was used to - all that remained was to figure out how to interact with the strange new world around her. The most obvious skill she'd need to learn was combat, but for the time being, she decided to forgo a blind rush into the wilderness in favor of exploring the starting city. Ideally, she'd want to learn the rough locations of all major NPCs like storekeepers, class trainers, and main story questgivers, as well as memorize the general layout of the area. However, she doubted she'd have enough time to dally like that. After all, time was of the essence. She wanted to get as far as she could, as quickly as possible. Somewhere beyond the streets of the town in which she wandered aimlessly, there were untold wild lands filled with bosses to fight, loot to claim, and quests to complete! She wanted to go to those places before anybody else, to blaze a trail and make a name for herself. And, if she was going to do that, she certainly couldn't afford to waste time strolling around aimlessly.

She had a basic idea of what the city's layout was. So far, she hadn't seen any obvious signs of quest giving NPCs, which meant that they were probably either in the town square or at the gates. She was on the wrong side of town to head into the beginner area, anyway, so she decided she'd check the former location first. Turning off the busy shopping streets, she headed straight for the heart of town. Moving quickly, she cut through the crowds of players milling about, and soon found herself at the very center of the area. The vast expanse of the town square, like the heart of some sort of coliseum, unfolded before her. But just as she set foot within its boundaries, something happened.



The instant Aoife's foot touched the pavement of the town square, it felt as though an electrical shock had rushed through her body. The air seemed to flicker and tilt, causing her to stumble as the world seemed to somehow shift by 1 degree on its axis. She was standing stock still, upright, but her stomach began to turn with nausea as though the once-solid ground beneath her feet was slipping away. She gasped in surprise, yet the air that filled her simulated lungs felt stale, as though she was drowning in dust. Her eyes went wide in confusion, one hand clutching her throat as her gaze darted back and forth across the plaza, looking to the crowd around her for help. Yet, the throngs of people around her didn't seem to even notice her presence, every single one of them frozen as though petrified. It was as though time itself had stopped.

A blur like TV static tore a gash across the sky, and the sun, for a single instant, forgot to shine. The once vibrant world was now lifeless and dark. Aoife struggled to move, but found that her body wouldn't respond. She tried to scream, beg someone, anyone to answer her, but all that came out of her mouth was a barely-audible, choking rasp.

The static began to pour down from on high like rain. The sky disappeared beneath a curtain of surging, writing black and grey. Buildings vanished beneath it as it oozed over everything. Soon, all that was left was the streets, and the countless people frozen motionless all around her.

Then, the static crept over them, too. Aoife watched in horror as, one by one, the people around her disappeared beneath it, their shapes vanishing completely from view. In one moment, she was surrounded by fifty motionless figures. In the next, thirty. Whether it was a few seconds or an eternity, she couldn't have said for sure, but soon enough, she was alone amidst a collapsing world. She struggled, desperately trying to move as the distortion came closer, ever closer to her, but her body felt numb. She could only watch, helpless, as the static finally surrounded her, covering everything. She didn't know what was happening, or why, but in that moment, she had forgotten that the crumbling fantasy around her was just a game. Aoife was, in her bewilderment and terror, certain of exactly one thing: she was about to die. She tried to shut her eyes against the encroaching darkness, but whether or not it worked, she couldn't have said. As the twisted blackness consumed her, she could see and feel nothing.

And then, just as she was certain that her end was at hand, something appeared: a tiny, transparent screen, the blood-red glow of which was the only light she could see. As she recognized the announcement for what it was, her overwhelming terror began to dissipate. In an instant, she remembered where she was, and realized what must have been happening. She must have lost connection to the server, right? Without any data being transmitted to her brain, it made sense that the virtual reality around her would vanish. It had been scary, sure, but she was about to wake up, right?

But the screen didn't say that. Aoife squinted her eyes, trying to make out the words on the screen before her as the characters blurred and twisted beyond recognition.

-乇Џ乇刀イ ム刀刀ԾЦ刀ζ乇ᄊ乇刀イ-
-リԾЦ Щノレレ 乃乇 イ尺ム刀ㄎアԾ尺イ乇Ð イԾ イん乇 ん乇ム尺イ Ծキ キムζレム尺乇乃ムレ ノ刀 15 ㄎ乇ζԾ刀Ðㄎ-


A single bar of static tore its way across the screen, scrambling the letters momentarily before they reformed, coming into focus at last, and revealing...

-EVENT ANNOUNCEMENT-
-Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ Fᴀᴄʟᴀʀᴇʙᴀʟ ɪɴ ₁₅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs-


E... Event...? What? What was happening? Before Aoife could fully comprehend what she was seeing, the clock reached zero, and the window disappeared. Suddenly, in a flash of light and motion, the static surged back into the sky, concentrating at a single point that erupted in vibrancy and color as the sun glared down from above and time began to flow again. She released her throat, coughing hoarsely as the air flooded back into her lungs. Looking around, she heard a wave of confused murmurs of consternation beginning to spread through the once-again crowded square. For a moment, she felt relief beginning to set in, before she realized something that sent a chill running down her spine.

None of the people around her were the same as the ones who'd been in the area before the momentary connection disruption had set in. Every single one of the people she'd seen disappearing into the static were nowhere to be found.

Her eyes darted around her as she frantically tried to catch a glimpse of any of the carefree players who had been romping aimlessly about a moment before, to no avail. Her vision was blocked by the new arrivals, scattered haphazardly around the gigantic courtyard, as though simply dropped there at random from on high. Everybody else seemed as confused as she was, people calling out for their friends, or asking what was happening.

The second question, at least, was soon answered, as the ball of static above the area coalesced into a roughly human shape. Is that... a hologram? Aoife wondered, staring as the being overhead blurred into focus, revealing a mature-looking woman with bright emerald green hair, into which was woven a wreath of gold. Aoife recognized her instantly as Nantos, the game world's nature goddess. The young knight gazed on in consternation, wanting to believe that this was all just some elaborate setup for the official start of the game's story. Yet, if that was the case, then where were all of the people who had disappeared just then? Moreover... why was the avatar of Nantos that now addressed those who remained crying?

"Children of Ait Naofa," She began, her voice resounding across the plaza and drowning out the murmurs of the crowd. "My dears, I hate to call upon you. However, we are in need. Ait Naofa has been attacked, and the mother to you all has been taken from us. Those of us left in Ait Naofa are struggling to hold back the evil," She continued, giving a hurried explanation of what the Paladin, at least, knew from reading the story materials posted on the game's forums. The "mother" to whom she referred was probably Airnmid, the Goddess whose wish had given life to Daertalmos, while the "evil" that had attacked and taken her must have been Vyrlo, Dark Lord of the Netherworld, and ostensibly the main villain of the MMO's story. So far, nothing that had been said surprised Aoife. That is, until the goddess began addressing her as a player rather than as an avatar, saying things that no NPC should have known.

"It is time for you to put aside differences and help us. You chosen few have been bound to this system." What did she mean by few? Could it be that the scattered crowd assembled in the courtyard were the only people logged into the server? But how can that be? There were enough players online to fill this entire city, let alone the town square, before they... before they disappeared... Aoife's eyes went wide in horror as she realized that during what she had thought was merely a connection issue on her end, at least 50,000 players must have been dropped from the game. And yet, Nantos said the remaining players had been bound to the game's system. There was only one way Aoife could interpret that. Frantically opening her player menu as everyone else in the crowd gaped, she found her paranoid suspicions confirmed as she saw that the bottom of the player menu was missing a button that had prominently been displayed there the last time she'd opened it.

The "log out" key was completely gone.

"If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die," Nantos continued, to cries of protest, confusion, outrage, and disbelief from the crowd. Aoife merely stared at the menu before her. Did this mean that the game would transfer feelings of pain over to the player, just like it would replicate other sensations? Then, supposing she was stabbed, or slashed, or lit on fire... She would feel that as though it had actually happened in real life? Could that even be called a "game?"

Still, she told herself, trying to stay calm. They could have disabled more important features. At least, if Nantos was to be believed, the respawn mechanic was still working. Death would hurt, but it wouldn't be permanent... Right?

No such luck.

"I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your consciousness will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body." Really? Was this some kind of joke? This had ceased seeming like an ingame event, or even a glitch. Now, it was more like some sort of elaborate prank. While she supposed that hardware with direct access to the user's brain, like the virtual reality headset the game ran on, could theoretically kill its users through some form of brain damage or another, there was no way that a game-NPC-turned-rampant-intelligence could manipulate that at will, let alone cause it to happen in conjunction with the player's ingame death. That wasn't even plausible in the realm of science fiction. The only way that could happen was if Daertalmos Online had ceased being virtual and had somehow become some kind of parallel reality, complete with gods and magic that could influence the real world. As much as Aoife's player would have liked to be able to just hop into a new world with the same ease as logging into a game, that simply wasn't possible.

No. Wait, Aoife realized. There was one other explanation for all this. Even if it didn't seem feasible, it certainly made more sense than what Nantos had claimed. Namely... that trapping its players as hostages and threatening them with death if they failed had been the entire point of the game all along. If that was the case, then it certainly could have been possible that the headsets used to play the game would kill their wearers if they died under certain circumstances. But even so, there were still glaring holes in that logic. For example, why would the company that produced the game choose to do such a thing? Aoife supposed they might be making demands in the real world, that they wouldn't release the players they had trapped in Daertalmos Online unless their terms were met... But even then, what would they demand? Money? They'd already become one of the richest companies on the face of the planet through the sheer amount of revenue generated by their VR franchise. Their own personal country, maybe? That seemed like something only a cartoon supervillain would ask for, though. That question aside, even assuming they did have a reason to hold their players for ransom, why would they drop so many from the game before doing so? That just gave them less to bargain with. Moreover, Nantos had also said that even if their headsets were removed, their minds would stay within the game. Since the headset was what controlled the transfer of data to their brains, there was no way that was possible. She supposed it made sense to tell them a lie like that as a bluff to keep the players under the impression that they were trapped, but people on the outside would try removing the headgear sooner or later, wouldn't they? When that happened, the people who'd been wearing it would logically have to wake up. Once people realized that, everybody in the outside world would unplug those still trapped in the game, and the company, or whoever was behind this, would lose all their hostages.

Now that she thought about it, what reason would they have to lie to the players anyway? Why try to keep with the theme of the story when they could just say, "All of your lives belong to us, and if you do anything out of line, we'll kill you." By telling them the rules and explaining what they had to do, they'd only make players feel like they had a chance of escaping. They would either succeed at doing... whatever it was Nantos wanted them to do... or die trying, which would only lose whoever was keeping them here even more hostages! No matter how she looked at it, Aoife couldn't find anything in what she was being told that made any sense. And yet, regardless of that fact, she was still stuck here, with no sure way out.

The goddess in the projection seemed to hesitate, casting a frightened glance over her shoulder, and seeming to see something there that terrified her. She turned back to the utterly baffled crowd of players assembled beneath her before giving one final, desperate-sounding plea. "My time is running out and I must leave you. Others from Ait Naofa will try to help those who are willing to assist us... We are under attack! Children of Ait Naofa, please help us!" With these words, the image vanished just as suddenly as it had appeared, and the once-again crowded square was left alone in silence.

Reactions to the goddess and her message were mixed. Some people remained calm, assuring those around them that everything they'd just heard was some sort of prank. They must not have realized that the login button was gone, or seen what Aoife herself had upon entering the plaza, when she had nearly disconnected from the server. Others flew into a panic, screaming for the goddess to come back and explain what she had meant by her cryptic words. Yet more came to the conclusion Aoife had, and began cursing the game's administrators for tricking them and leaving them trapped here. Others simply wandered about, calling for friends and family members who had either disappeared or been displaced when the lagspike had hit.



But it didn't matter. There wasn't any point in doing any of those things. Although she still couldn't rule out that this whole thing was just a practical joke taken too far, there was something about the bizarre static she'd seen that still disturbed her. The way everybody else had disappeared... it seemed foolish to assume, but somehow, Aoife couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unnatural at work. She'd been given a set of rules on how she could avoid both permanently dying and suffering the pain of an illusory death. So, without any better option presenting itself, she'd follow them. Regardless, the announcement clearly wasn't coming back, which meant that this was all the information she'd be getting. She could neither prove nor disprove that the company was to blame for this bizarre twist of events, and even if she did manage to find out the truth, she could do nothing about the situation while her mind was still trapped within this virtual gilded cage. She had nobody to look for, nobody to count on. That meant that first and foremost, her priorities should be preparing herself for a long stay within the not-so-fictional world of Daertalmos.

To most people, this realization might have brought with it feelings of despair and powerlessness. In her shoes, another girl might have mourned that the things she loved in the world outside were lost to her, or wept for the knowledge that she was alone in a dangerous world she couldn't even begin to comprehend. Yet, as the full gravity of the situation dawned upon her, Aoife felt... nothing. So what? She had come to this world to escape from reality in the first place. Nothing had changed for her - not even her reason to fight.

That's right. This world can't be called a game anymore - but a game isn't what I came here looking for, She thought, gazing down at her hands as she opened a tab off the player menu idling in front of her, viewing her inventory and equipment. The name at the top of the transparent screen caught her eye, and a shaky smile began to return to her lips. What I wanted... the reason I created this body, this name... it was all because I wanted to really, truly live! She dragged the glaive sitting idly in her inventory into its appropriate slot, causing the weapon to appear within her outstretched hand, manifesting in a shower of azure pixels that sent the crowd around her scattering in surprise. Her smirk broadened as she slung the weapon over her shoulder, lowering herself to the ground like a beast about to pounce. "Then that's all there is to it," She murmured, nodding to herself, satisfied with her answer. "I'll live." These words vanished amidst the crowd, as did the shape of one Dame Aoife, Paladin of Light, as she continued walking the path she had first set out upon. Parting the masses before her with the mere sight of her drawn weapon, she advanced purposefully through their midst even as they stared in disbelief, never once looking back on what she was leaving behind. She simply continued walking at a brisk pace, down the main avenue and towards the gates that lead to the Bale Forest.

Truth be told, she still wasn't sure about her actions. Even if basic enemies couldn't permanently kill her, they could still hurt her, and there were few things she dreaded more than pain. Yet, something compelled her to keep walking, never questioning the assumption that it was too late for her to give up on the dreams that had brought her to where she now stood, trapped within an inconsequential and fantastic world. It would have been easy to just stop, step into the first inn she saw, and rent a room for a few nights to wait and see if anybody outside would pull off her headset and free her. If nobody did, she could always look into other options. As of yet, there really wasn't any reason to risk herself in the wilds... but even so, she still wanted to go. Not because she wasn't scared, for in her heart, she was well and truly terrified of what the future might hold. Rather, she wanted to go because it seemed somehow wrong not to. She was trapped within the world of Daertalmos, but not within the walls of Faclarebal. In a sense, at least, she could thus still expand her horizons, freeing herself and the others who were trapped here in some small way. If, by facing danger herself, she could make everybody else safer, then wasn't that the right thing to do? And a Paladin, or a hero, or whatever it was that Aoife was supposed to be... it was their job to always do the right thing. That was why people respected and looked up to them as heroes.

Somewhere, perhaps, deep in the back of her mind, she was aware that her reasoning didn't make sense, that this wasn't at all what she'd wanted. But even so, it was a chance to do something, to be something. That chance was an opportunity she'd only get this once, and so even if it meant facing dangers the likes of which she couldn't even begin to imagine, she'd take it without a second thought. So, she kept walking, even as the cobblestones of the city streets gave way to a dusty dirt road that stretched out to the distant horizon, and beyond, into the unknown reaches of a dream that had become all too real...

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Veran rolled out of the way of the charging boar as it barreled towards him, before pulling another arrow out of his quiver and firing it at the boar as it swung around to face him again. It caught it in his flank, but nowhere near anything vital nor did it hit anything that would impair its movements. It just made it angrier, though it definitely got hurt. Along with the two other arrows that stuck out of its body, he'd need to place another two arrows to kill it. Or get lucky with a critical hit and finish it that way. He managed to put another arrow in his hand before needing to dodge the boar's charge again. It got close enough that Veran could have patted it on the back for a good attempt.

Wonder if stabbing it with an arrow by hand would do anything? Veran's player thought before shooting the arrow into the boar's back. It connected, leaving the boar with only 13/90 hitpoints. One more arrow would have killed it, so Veran nocked another arrow into his bow, and aimed it at the boar's head. In real life, it would have penetrated its skull and bury itself into its brain. In the world of Virtual Reality, it would deplete its health bar and let it shatter into a few million crystals. Or fade. Or whatever mechanism that it used to despawn destroyed objects. With that knowledge in mind, he let go of the bowstring to let loose the killing blow.

At least, it would have had the world not grind to a halt, the arrow half way between the now frozen boar and the now frozen Veran.

Odd.
Veran's player thought. He had a very good connection, fast enough to ensure no disconnects would happen, or any latency occur at all. Yet here, the tell tale signs of the VR failing to feed any data into his brain, was still happening. It stayed like this for five whole seconds. He'd counted them. Then a brown and green window popped up in front of him, his theme changed from the standard red. More suitable for a Ranger like him.




=Event Announcement=
You will be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.




He stayed frozen for the next 10 seconds, but at the start of the last five, his game finally started to play out, and the arrow burrowed into the boar's head, leaving only a few centimeters sticking out. Veran smiled as it toppled over and slid to a half at his feet. At the last three, the boar's corpse shattered into a few million crystals. At the last one, a notification floated over where it was originally.

+ 10 EXP

Then his wold went white.

Five minutes later

Veran sat down on one of the benches that was around the town square and processed the information that he got from the game's goddess Nantos. He'd selected her to be his patroness, it fit with the theme after all. He was trapped in this world, he could not die besides being killed by any of the main story arc bosses, and he had to win the game to get out.

Seemed to him like it the storyline out of some anime or movie.

Still, it seemed true enough. He had checked and there was no log out button, but everything else was there. He preferred not to think about the mechanics of how they would keep them in there if the headgear was taken off, but living with his family, he hoped that they would not try to test the company's words, no doubt being broadcasted on all news channels and being written about as the players started to play through the game. Like he would do in due course. For now, he would hang around the area for a few more minutes, maybe someone might approach him, before he would go to pick up a few quests to run.

For now though, he just sat on the bench, leaning back and enjoying the feeling of the breeze flowing through the square.

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"Trapped in a game? I guess this had to happen sooner or later."


Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #04731A || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #d6a71c


The perks to being a beta tester for this game were quite plentiful, Licht had noticed, though there could be some discrepancy between people as to which benefit was the most obvious. For him, it was the fact that he was 14 levels higher than most everybody else in the game at the current moment, and he also knew exactly where to go to get started. Others may point out their flashy armor and abundance of restorative items. To each their own in this regard. But Licht planned on making use of this advantage and no sooner than he had spawned, adjusted to the odd feeling of being in a different body, did he head off to the city to find quests. After all, with him being 7 levels above the monsters in the forest, it wasn't optimal to try to farm them for experience unless he wanted that to be the entirety of his day (although nobody could say farming in this game wasn't significantly more entertaining than others).

Walking whilst also perusing through his "Completed Quests" tab in his menu was actually a difficult endeavor. In the very first 3 minutes of his life in this new virtual world, Licht could swear he could identify at least 20 different people by the physical imprint of their shoulder into his and that was a bit frustrating given his attempts to browse the list of quests the game had auto-completed for his own convenience. It would be quite redundant for a level 15 doing level 3 quests, after all. But with all of these players scurrying about as if they were critters in a forest (and some might be, given the right race selection and destination), the task was neigh impossible to achieve. Eventually he had grown smart and had realized that he would not be accomplishing his personal mission anytime soon. With a sigh and a shrug, he closed the menu and picked up his pace.

"Wow."

Licht's mouth hung wide open as he entered the city. The sheer amount of people and the cacophonous noise of a multitude of different conversations, footsteps, and general actions all simultaneously gave the city a life that one could swear was entirely real. It really was. These were all different players who were perhaps purchasing, chattering, or otherwise interacting with other players so it technically was real. Real as anything else in the world in most ways, and that simple fact had astonished Licht. The size of the beta testing pool was nowhere near this big, so this was his first time experiencing a true city in this game, this world.

Of course it would be another butting of shoulders that snapped him back to his virtual sense. He gave a raised eyebrow when, before he could actually open his mouth to say something to the guy, he was glared at and called "rude", despite it being entirely that man's fault for running into him. Well, whatever. He was not going to be hung up over something small like that. There was too much to do, too many places to see, and so many monsters to slaughter.

It was likely he would find a decent quest at the heart of the city, given what he knew about the beta. There was an upside to this but also a downside. On one hand you did not have to worry about going to different areas of the city to retrieve or complete your quests. The bad thing, however, was the center of the city also took the longest amount of time to reach overall, no matter where you entered from, though teleporting put you right at the center. Licht figured that at least when he gained enough experience to reach level 18, he would be able to farm monsters in the jungle. Or maybe the game would encourage him to go seek out a different area around that time? It was obvious that he could not stay in this place forever, as it was simply meant as a means for new players to get adjusted to how the game worked and to level them up appropriately. Needing none of that, he had little reason to stay for an extended duration of time, nor did he very much desire to. At most there were some graphical improvements. Nothing about the city was different besides the overabundance of people inside of it.

Well, he should hurry up and continue onward. It had already been about thir----



"..."

There was no time for him to prepare himself for the overwhelming sensation that passed through his body in an instant, rendering him frozen on the spot. He felt a strong pressure, as if being crushed by a giant's hand, all around his avatar, and each and every single one of his nerves felt like they had overloaded and burnt out The pressure made it hard to breathe and his ears range violently. Soon, his vision slowly followed suit and began to blur while the area around him seemed to almost distort and ripple, making the attempt resist nausea a valiant but vain one. And it only seemed to continue. The pain, the sick feeling in his gut, and the blurring of his vision slowly increased in intensity, to the point where he could no longer properly stand. A leg gave out and he soon found himself on one knee, the sheer magnitude of pain unlike anything he could comprehend at that given moment. Soon, he had lost the ability to see too far ahead of him, which was probably for the best.

What is this?

The one thought that he could formulate was a simple, but respectable question given his situation. This sudden assault on his senses was a unfamiliar and unwelcome one. Never before in the beta had something caused him this much pain. Though at first it was merely a physical sensation, the brief possibility that this could continue for much longer eventually caused it to evolve to a mental pain as well.

Despair.

What if this never ended? Licht was a gamer, not a fighter. He could tolerate pain perhaps a bit better than some, but this was unrealistic. Comparable to being set ablaze and then pouring salt and lemon juice on the wounds. Nothing in his life had compared to this exact moment, and it was more than enough to send even his lively self into a mental fit.

He did not want to be in pain forever.

No.

Please.

Don't.

Stop.

Stop.

STOP.


And so it had.

Everything simply stood still for a moment, including the pain that had nearly crushed him. It ceased as though it were listening to his commands. Licht regained himself and slowed his heavy breathing before he attempt to stand up again, but the sight he was met with nearly caused him to fall on his bottom in confusion.

Where was everybody?

Once filled to the brim with various races, classes, and all sorts of people who had just come to enjoy the new game they had purchased, the city center was now desolate, void of any life besides Licht and a few small groups around him, who were equally confused as he was.

Yo get rekt scrub
~ Event Annoucement ~
You will now be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.


"W...what?"

An event? Why?

Mere moments after he had asked himself yet another question, Licht felt his body become weightless just as though he were flying, before a bright light stole his vision temporarily. When it returned, he was now about five feet from where he was just standing, but there were a considerable number more people here than just a second ago, all of whom shared his confusion as to these events that had just transpired. That was good in that he at least did not feel like he was simply going insane. But there was still the question of what was going on, and he would not doubt that every single individual in this area right now was asking the same exact thing.

As if on cue, a small orb appeared and though its path was arced and considerably less time efficient than it could have been, it managed to arrive in the center of the center of the city, its mere presence shutting most people up. When it turned into a fairly attractive, older-looking woman with green hair, well, everybody stopped talking and simply stared it down expectingly.

It started off normal enough. At first, Licht began to assume that maybe the servers overloaded from the amount of players signed in and that this event was just a normal introduction they had decided to add after the beta was finished. And, that would have probably been preferred, but alas this was not the case. If one were to quote the exact moment when Licht accidentally let out a verbal "wat", it would have been around here:

"You chosen few have been bound to this system. If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die. I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your conscious will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body."

Being "bound to this system" set off an alarm in Licht's head as soon as it was followed with an NPC mentioning the headgear. That was a no-no. Immediately, he opened his menu and, like a show he had publicly criticized for its unengaging plot, found his log-out button had decided to depart from his presence while he was unaware. How rude.

"Well, shit."

Being as genre savvy as he was, he should have figured something like this was going to happen. Actually he had expected it to happen in the beta, but since it did not he decided to be realistic about this. But look where that got him. Now he was stuck here in this weird, virtual reality where there was nothing to do.

Except kill monsters and stuff.

Well there was not much to do about this besides go beat the Big Bad, right? Using his detective-like deductive reasoning, he figured that if they went through all this trouble, then it was probably not a false statement.

Curse that very attractive NPC. God or not, that doesn't give her the right to make him play games for an extended duration of time. He had things to do, places to be, people to see---

Oh wait. He actually did not. He made sure he had enough time to play this game for about a week straight with very little chance of interruption. He mentioned he would be taking a break from uploading videos, and he had no job to go to, so that was more or less that. Maybe being that prepared to go on a binge and play games for a really long time was not the brightest idea.

"Well, shit."

Repeating himself but giving not a care in the world as a great deal many other players started shouting their heads off, screaming at the woman who disappeared, or otherwise panicking, Licht decided he ought to go away from all this. No reason to get caught up in the rioting that probably would follow, although since this was a game was it even possible to loot buildings and stuff? Probably not, and he was not going to wait around to figure out. This was a great time to go into the forest and kill some monsters that could not really do much to him at this point. He would go find a quest when things died down a bit, and it would not hurt to get accustomed to killing things, even if they wouldn't really provide much of a challenge.

"Hey...." suddenly spotting something else that really confused him, he slowly spoke out. "....I could swear I made fun of that set of armor before. Yeah, I'm sure! Hey! You! Does the phrase 'Not Enough Cat-ears/10' ring any bells?" He called out to someone wearing a very familiar set of armor. Normally he wouldn't do such, but considering this armor should not really exist as far as he remembered, it did pique his interest.

The setting changes from Daertalmos to Faclarebal

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The disembodiment she felt when creating her character subsided, and Kissa heard the soft pat of her boots hitting the pavement. Within seconds of appearing, the new surroundings had bombarded her senses. Distant conversations of random players sounded much too close. The warm sun sent burning rays at her cool pale flesh, making her cringe at the heat. The ears on top of her head twitched, swiveled, then folded down, trying to block some of the various sounds out. It was overwhelming at first. The music that had played while she had been creating the character was pleasant and soft. Here in the city though, everything was too loud, since her heightened hearing didn’t kick in until she had arrived.

Her ears twitched again and she found this the oddest sensation she had ever experienced. Subconsciously, her hand went up to touch one of the neko ears, but she refrained from touching them. Instead, she tried to control them. At first this seemed impossible, but she remembered reading on the forums that if you envisioned your muscles, it made movement easier. Of coarse, in the real world she didn’t have neko ears or muscles to control them, but still, she envisioned them. Folding them was the hardest thing to do, and would be something she would have to work on controlling. However, she had moved them decent enough to feel like she had accomplished something.
Her lips curled into a small grin as relished in the prospects the game held for her. The limitations of her other life did not exist here. She was someone new, different, and no one knew her. A different person, not held down by the stigmas she had in the real world. The new life she had been planning for months, was finally a reality.

A passerby bumped into her, interrupting her thoughts and knocking her off balance momentarily. The grace she had in her movement was instinct for the character, and she found herself a few feet away with her fists at the ready. “Whoa, sorry about that. I’m still getting used to the new body.” The guy laughed before stumbling off.
Kissa assessed her muscles in astonishment. She knew the character’s race would make her quick but it was still mind blowing that she was too. Her legs had power and speed, more then she had ever had before. A few more players almost ran into he as she stood there assessing herself, reminding her she should have a look around.

The city was magnificent and booming with life. Characters of all races and classes could be found in every corner of the city. She glanced in the direction of several groups having conversations. She didn’t mean to listen to them, but with such keep hearing, it was hard to ignore. While entering an open area, a gentle breeze tousled her long pink hair. On her neck, she could feel small beads of sweat pooling due to the heat and the thickness of her hair. Though she liked the way her long hair looked, she wished she had chosen short hair as it would have been cooler. The fringe on the short cut off pants tickled her legs as she walked. It was amazing how realistic the game truly was. Every one of her senses were active. As she passed a player making potions, she nearly gagged at the stench. Maybe everything was a little too real.

As she continued sightseeing, she started to recognize a few of the buildings from screenshots found on the forums. she was in the second ring, social district. It seemed this was already a popular area, with more people than the last. Her ears swiveled in different directions as she picked up on other’s conversations. That was starting to get annoying. Her pace quickened as she longed for a quieter place. Shadows cast from signs made her eyes constrict at the abrupt light when she passed them. Her senses were becoming too overwhelmed, but she fought the urge to run. I just need to control it. That was a lot easier said then done.

Trying to escape the noise, she forced herself to try and focus on something else. She focused on the patter of her feet as she walked. After a few minutes of aimlessly wandering, Kissa decided to find the center of the city. It took a few tries to access the menu, but she opened the map. The wrinkled parchment landed softly in her hands. The center of a town normally had events, which could mean special quests and rare items, so that is where she wanted to go. She found she was on the right side of the second ring, so she needed to go left in order to reach the Heart. It didn’t look very far, so there was no need to run.

As she headed towards the heart though, the ambient sounds of the city weren’t as prominent. Several people she passed looked frozen, as if lagging hardcore. It made her appreciate all those months she had saved to upgrade her system. However, the further she ventured, it seemed like more players were having problems. This too had a rational explanation. It’s probably just the server is overloaded. I bet they didn’t anticipate this many people logging in at once. In spite of this logic, she couldn’t shake the creepy feeling that was washing over her. A few players vanished in pixelated bursts, just before she passed them. This fueled the eerie feeling building inside her.

Her pace quickened until she was slammed with a pain in her stomach. The suddenness of it made her knees buckle and she found herself kneeling in the dirt of the street. She instantly felt sick and thought she might throw up, but it was gone as soon as it had it had appeared. Was it a glitch or some kind of warning for the server being overloaded? Why would they make a player feel sick and collapse to warn about servers?

Closing her eyes, she took deep calming breaths, though it felt like she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. She took deeper breaths, but it didn’t help. Opening her eyes she gasped at the site of the ground. There were several jagged lines of static that looked as if it had been slashed open by a huge weapon. Instincts told her to move, however she found it impossible. The muscles she once had full control over were now unresponsive.
“No! Not again! Not here!” Her desperate screams echoed in the silence around her. It was impossible to control the panic flooding her. Every attempt to control her body, failed. Tears rolled down her cheeks, bursting in pixelated crystals halfway down to the ground. This was even more troubling then not being able to move. The system was still working. She could feel the warmth of the tears as they fell. “Oh gods no. Don’t let it happen here. This was supposed to be a new life.”

In silence she sobbed for what seemed like an eternity until a small chime ringed in her ear. Her ears twitched and her arms gave out, letting her fall face first into the dirty street. Trembling, she wiped under her eyes and pushed herself up, in time to see the message that had made the sound. There was only one second left when she had finished reading the message.
=Event Announcement=
You will be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.



Within seconds, she arrived at the Heart. Her eyes darted around at the other players who had received the message too. For the first time, she appreciated her acute hearing. Slowly, she tried to move into the center of the crowd, listening as she went. Unfortunately, no one else knew what was going on either. There was a burst of light, causing her to wince slightly, before turning her attention in the direction it came from.

“Children of Ait Naofa.” Floating above the crowd, Kissa saw the source of the light. Her eyes went wide and she knelt on one knee, closing her eyes and bowing her head. Despite the feeling she should show respect and not look directly at the goddess, Kissa couldn’t help but to glance up in time to see a few tears fall from her emerald eyes. She felt an overwhelming sadness that nearly brought tears to her eyes too.

“My dears, I hate to call upon you, however we are in need. Ait Naofa has been attacked and the mother to you all, has been taken from us. Those of us left in Ait Naofa are struggling to hold back the evil. It is time for you to put aside differences and help us. You chosen few have been bound to this system.”
It took a moment for Nantos’ words to sink in. The mother to all, including Daertalmos itself, was Airmid. How could anyone capture Airmid? She is one of the highest goddesses in Ait Naofa! And bound? As in, we can’t log out? The question was answered before Nantos could explain, when she noticed a player beside her opening her menu and finding the logout option had been removed. Furious cries from behind her made Kissa step forward, hoping she did not miss what the goddess might tell them next.

“If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die. I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your conscious will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body.”
“Vyrlo?” Kissa gasped, remembering all the lore she had been reading up on. He truly was a terror, and not one she ever wished to face even if it was just a game.

“My time is running out and I must leave you. Other from Ait Naofa will try to help those who are willing to assist us.”
A breath hitched in Kissa’s chest. This was serious and no longer a just an escape from reality. This now was reality. She took a step forward without realizing it, hoping to get closer to the goddess. However, she froze at the immense panic that washed over Nantos. Something was wrong, very wrong. The goddess was not acting like herself. In lore, Nantos was a calm woman who never lost her composure. Yet, this woman looked as if she had never been composed. There was a ripple of static in the goddess image as she turned to face the crowd again.
“We are under attack! Children of Ait Naofa, please help us!”

Kissa lost all other thoughts as she ran closer to the goddess, just as she dissipated. Despite the fact she was gone, Kissa continued until she stood under where Nantos had been. “Please come back!” Shallow tears that had been swelling finally rolled down her cheeks.
The noise of the rioting crowd pulled her from her thoughts. There was widespread consternation and discord throughout most of the people. Kissa, however, did not feel the same trepidation. Her mind had trouble grasping the seriousness of it all, which could be why she felt a different fear. She feared not being able to help. The fact she could not return to her other life had little effect on her. Contrary to nearly everyone else, she was actually a little glad.

With the back of her hand, she wiped under her eyes. I am Kissa of the Fel Forest. The simple thought made her smile. It was time to leave the Heart. Despite the absolute fear of ever encountering Vyrlo, Kissa was compelled to at least do something. For now, that would be leveling up her character.

She made her way to the edge of the Heart where there were less people and benches lined along the sides. It took a few tries to open the menu before she was able to look at her equipment. Everything was really basic and low grade. She only had one rune to add to her armour, which wasn’t much. The ’armour’ she had was a mix of cloth and light leather. It would need to be upgraded, soon. She equipped everything she had before gazing down at her weapon. On her hands were leather gloves with short bronze spikes. They weren’t intimidating at all. With a sigh, she pushed this out of her mind. Just something else to add to her to-do list.

Finally, she turned and looked around. Almost everyone was still in an uproar, but she found a few people who were rather calm about their new situation. A few benches from the one she stood in front of, looked to be a hunter, enjoying the breeze. Human hunters usually didn’t associate with Caith Duine in a friendly way. At least the ones in the forum didn’t.
Her gaze moved from the benches to the characters still standing around. Most were crying, moaning, and complaining about the things she would miss in real life. Kissa nearly snickered at a few of the things. Yet, she noticed a few players trying to form groups. Upon listening in, she realized they were actually recruiting to form guilds or gangs. This was something she wished to stay away from.

It didn't take long to lose interest in finding players in that area. She figured most of them would stay in the safety of the town. With no one of real interest in the area, it was time to leave and head towards the outer rings.

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The anticipation she felt upon hitting the ground in this strange world was indescribable. Everything felt real. She could hear the chatter of people in the distance and...what was that? She took a step forward, ignoring the zing she got from stepping on this dirt that shouldn't exist, and raised her nose. Ah. There it was. An intake of breath and she could smell it again.

Food.

Before running off however Da'len took a good look at her body. Everything was as she wanted it to be.

Short? Check.

Long amber hair? Check.

Fluffy tail? Check.

She threw back her head in a loud laugh. Her mind still couldn't wrap around the idea that while her body was really laying in her bed, her subconscious was here. In this body. In this world.

Shaking her limbs Da'len took off in a run. She'd bump into a few players continue without apologies. Da'len just didn't have time for that. The scene was getting closer and she found her nose had led her to a stall. She licked her lips and reached out a hand.

Then a scream.

Da'len reeled around foodless. A player next to was frozen in fear. Swallowing her own she poked him arm, only to jump back as he exploded into pixels. Hands up she went to babble on how it wasn't her fault though stopped as others began to follow suit. Her jaw went slack. Just what was going on? Was everyone having problems with their WiFi or Internet? That wouldn't really make sence as her own was probably one of the worst here. So why was she still here?

The answer came in a pop up message.

=Event Announcement=
You will be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.





Not so unlike her first entrance Da'len found herself in the Heart as the message stated. This must of been where everyone was taken when they turned into pixels. Her bad Internet was the reason she was last....right?

She shook her head. Of course that was it. It couldn't be like they all just logged off or something. Who'd wanna log off from here? It was beautiful and the food smelt so realistic. Her stomach growled and she frowned. Hopefully whatever event happened was over quick.

Thankfully a woman appeared in a burst of light. A few players be her knelt causing Da'len to raise an eyebrow. The woman must of been someone important, probably mentioned in the lore books she hadn't bothered to read. It didn't matter who she was though as long as she got to leave soon.

“My dears, I hate to call upon you, however we are in need. Ait Naofa has been attacked and the mother to you all, has been taken from us. Those of us left in Ait Naofa are struggling to hold back the evil. It is time for you to put aside differences and help us. You chosen few have been bound to this system.”

Wait..

What?

The woman continued despite the murmurs of the crowd. “If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die. I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your conscious will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body.”

Her heart skipped a beat. They could....die? As in for real? She had expected something to happen in your character did lose a life but she thought it would be a painless respawn. Not pain and in whoever Vyrlo was case, die IRL. 'What the hell....?' She muttered, her voice growing louder as the woman disappeared. 'What the hell!? They can't just keep us here!'

If there was ever a time she cursed her lack of the want to read it was now. But would knowing Vyrol whatsit even help? Ignorance was bliss after all. Maybe not knowing who it was could be even a good thing? And by the looks of some if the other players it was probably someone she didn't want to meet.

Sighing Da'len slipped away to sit on a bench. She was mad, confused, afraid, and did she mention mad? All she wanted was a place to have fun. Mess with other players without fear of backlash. But know it seemed she could die here. At least by scary unknown guy and his monsters. What Da'len needed was a body guard. It shouldn't be hard really. She could easily trick someone into taking a poor innocent girl with them.

Mind made up Da'len pushed her hair back, took a deep breath and began to sob as loud as she could. That oughta grab someone attention.

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Danriel Thanamor is stalking a hunt for his quest, a level 14 beast with a vicious bite. He is stalking it through the jungle and being careful not to step on any thing has he walks and listens to the beast. He has been stalking it for about five minutes and he now has a visual on it. But it's not right to just attack, for a sorcerer, directly challenging an enemy rarely turns out well. He is squishy after all. As Danriel is creeping up behind the beast there appears to be some lag and everything freezes.

You have got to be flipping kidding me! He thinks to himself as he is frozen in spot.


=Event Announcement=
You will be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.



"That's weird." He says as he furrows his brow. "What is going on?"

Danriel merely waits paitently for the 15 seconds to pass. When it does he finds himself in Faclarebal, surrounded by surprising few players, and suddenly there is a bright flash and a voice rings out. "Children of Ait Naofa" Danriel looks at the source of the voice and sees a hologram who proceeds to tell them that they are needed to defeat this evil god named Vyrlo, and that the stakes are either victory on one hand, or death in real life on the other. "This is serious." He says to himself amidst the din of the cacophonous crowd.

"It might be best practice to find some people to get through this together. Though, I shudder at the thought or working with races below me. For such high stakes, such as real world death, we ought to find a way together."

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The first thing that hit Munio upon coming to this new world was him was the amount of people. People talking, laughing, swinging weapons, walking, and countless other things people would do in this new world or any world. He stood still, taking the humans, elves, duinehithe, and relatively few duneil like him into account. In hindsight, he should have expected this. Daertalmos Online was the best-selling game of the year, so it made sense that so many people were playing it. The chaos threatened to overwhelm him for a moment, but he took a deep breath through his mouth and mastered the unrest he felt. There. He may not still like all the noise and bustle, but he could tolerate it.

Anxiety quelled, he took a step forward and fell into another problem quite literally, for he fell face first onto the street he was standing in. Someone laughed at his fall and said, “Newbie, huh?” Munio looked up into the grinning face of a Cusidheach Duine, who was holding a hand out to him. “Everyone starts with some of that, especially if your body is quite different from your real body.”

Nodding, Munio took the hand of the Duine – yes, he reassured himself, he could lift his arm – and heaved himself up. ”Thank you,” he said. He held the Duine’s hand for a tad longer than necessary, marveling at the solidness and texture of it. When he noticed the Duine looking at him, he dropped his hand. ”S-sorry. I just thought your hand was cool. I mean not what I expected. I mean, a hand’s a hand, but in a virtual re-“ Munio cut himself off and took another deep breath. Man, he must be more shaken than he thought he was with this new situation. Trying again, he said, ”I didn’t expect this to be so real.”

The Duine chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty awesome, isn’t it? So glad I got to beta test this game. Well, see you around.” With that he left.

Munio took the next couple minutes getting used to his new body. First he tried to master walking, which was more difficult than he expected. Duneils had feet that seemed to be a cross between that between a chicken’s and a hawk’s, which he had known about, but they also had backwards knees like a bird. He was starting to get comfortable with walking, and decided to try to jump. He leapt into the air, leaving the ground by what seemed to be a higher height than he had ever jumped in than in reality. Then he floated, as if his body had forgotten to go be to the ground. Curious, he tried to take a step, but found that he couldn’t move at all. He was so perplexed by this apparent glitch that at first he didn’t notice that other people were paused as well.

Then the noise started. It was static-y at first, a comforting white noise compared to the menagerie of sounds that had been going on moments before. As it progressed it various strands of sound mutated and became syncopated and cacophonic, and loud, louder, far too loud. Then grey static – Bugfights, that’s what Evan calls it, right? – rained from the sky, oozing over and swallowing up everything.

-Event Announcement
You will now be transported to the Hear of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.


As the static consumed his body, all Munio could think was Are all events announced like this?

Then, as if nothing had happened, Munio found himself on his feet, albeit in a different location and with surprisingly less people than he would have expected for an event. Then a glowing light starting dancing above them all and it exploded into a green-haired woman. Was this Nantos? One of the game’s goddesses?

"Children of Ait Naofa. My dears, I hate to call upon you, however we are in need. Ait Naofa has been attacked and the mother to you all, has been taken from us. Those of us left in Ait Naofa are struggling to hold back the evil. It is time for you to put aside differences and help us. You chosen few have been bound to this system. If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die. I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your conscious will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body."

Munio flattened his ears against his skull, an action more subconscious than conscious. Bound to the system? Didn’t Nantos know she was a character in a game who wasn’t supposed to look beyond the flippin’ fourth wall? Apparently not, because when Munio checked the game’s menu the log out button was missing.

"My time is running out and I must leave you. Other from Ait Naofa will try to help those who are willing to assist us. We are under attack! Children of Ait Naofa, please help us!"

With that, Nantos vanished in another burst of light, leaving the stunned crowd of trapped players. Munio stared blankly at the place the goddess had been. He was stuck in this game. For some people, he guessed, this would be a good thing. There were probably gamers who would love the excuse to lose themselves. While Munio enjoyed videogames, he wasn’t a fanatic like his brother, and getting stuck in one definitely wasn’t in his life goals.

But what could he do? There wasn’t any quick way to get out of the game, so he had to search for one. Searching would likely take a while, for he had to level up and explore. And what if, god forbid, he had fun while doing this? He may not want to be stuck in a game, but he definitely could accept it. If he accepted it as a fixable problem, he could figure out a solution. Discovering solutions to problems had always been entertaining, and now he was in a problem that was designed (at least somewhat) to be fun. In any case, he had a choice. He could sit around and ask why me all day or he could actually do something.

He chose to do something. He turned and walked out of the heart. The noise and lamenting of all the people was starting to get at him, so he needed somewhere quieter to think. Still, though, it would be good to have a companion of some sort. It wasn’t called a multi-player game for no reason. He saw a pink haired Caith Duine ahead of him, walking the same way he was. He caught up to her and called out (very eloquently, mind you), “Hey… uh… do you want to team up?”

The setting changes from Faclarebal to Bale Forest (Levels 1-8)

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The First Day ~ Kemonomimi Kerfuffle

|| Location ✦ Daertalmos Online - Bale Forest ||
|| State of Mind ✧ Surprised ||





The shouts and cries of the now-damned amongst Daertalmos Online's unfortunate playerbase faded into the distance as the soldier in blue exited the city's west gate. The by-now-familiar clinking of her plated faulds as she marched briskly into the wild was the only sound that now met her ears. It was strange, seeing the road so empty when just half an hour previously you couldn't have taken a step without tripping over some new player emerging from the shadows. It suited Aoife just fine, though. Even if there had been somebody to talk to, she wouldn't have known what to say to comfort them. Besides, she herself was worried enough as it was. The last thing she needed was somebody reminding her of all she now stood to lose. Leaving the city while everyone else was still getting their bearings was thus in her best interests.

That aside, there were also more practical reasons for her departure. For one thing, it probably wouldn't take long for tensions to rise in the city. Players, afraid of monsters, would band into guilds. Taking strength in numbers as their maxim, they would make quick grabs for power and authority. There was no telling how far and how fast things would escalate, but regardless, on her own, it would quickly become difficult to secure lodgings in an inn, monsters to kill to level up, items to use to protect herself, or maybe even food to eat. The only way to get those things would be to get them first, which meant time was of the essence. Therefore, she couldn't afford to tarry, even for a second. Her first priority would be to find some monsters to kill so as to get a feel for combat. After that, though, she'd need to find quests so that she could rapidly level up and-

"Excuse me!" Called out a voice from a short distance behind her. Turning around, she saw a man dressed in full platemail approaching her. For a moment, she thought it was another player, but upon closer inspection, realized that the individual speaking to her didn't have a nameplate displayed over his head. An NPC? He appeared to be some unnamed city guard. He must have been keeping watch over the gate. Was he programmed to seek out players leaving Faclarebal? Aoife stopped, allowing the man to catch up to her. "Sorry to trouble you, traveler. It's just that the road has been dangerous of late. My captain has instructed me to give anyone who attempts to enter the forest fair warning." Aoife opened her mouth to reply, but hesitated for a moment. It was an odd bit of sentimentality, but she couldn't help but wonder... How would Aoife, the noble paladin of her creation, upon whom she'd based her new image, respond to being addressed in such a manner? After all, if she was now bound to this world, she was little different from one of its inhabitants. It couldn't hurt to act like one.

"Do not be concerned. You are not troubling me in the least," She said politely, shaking her head. "Although, I assure you, I am aware of the forest and its dangers. They will not pose a threat to me," She added, lowering her spear from her shoulder and planting its haft firmly in the dirt for emphasis. The guardsman gave a nod, seeming relieved by her response. Yet, he also seemed somehow nervous, as though he had something more to say. Aoife cocked her head slightly to the side, prompting him to continue.

"Indeed, you certainly seem like you can handle yourself," He said, giving a slight, uneasy laugh. "But other wanderers like yourself may not be so well-equipped. There have been quite a few monsters sighted in the woods as of late. We've mounted operations to drive them back, but as of yet, have had little success... That being said, if you're going into the forest anyway, maybe you could help us?" Aoife gave a single, firm nod, accepting what was clearly a quest without a second thought.

"If it makes both your job and the road safer, I will do whatever I can. What is it that you require?" She said eloquently, falling into her newfound role with gusto.

"Well... recently, our supply caravans have been plagued by slimes. It's been a nightmare trying to get through to our outpost in the woods. If you could kill a few on your way to the forest and recover any items they've stolen, then report in to Captain Aken there, I'm sure he could arrange to requisition you some equipment as compensation."

"I understand," She said, placing a fist over her heart in a sort of salute. "Rest assured that your slime problem will be dealt with."

"Whew. That's a load off my shoulders. Thank you. You're a real lifesaver, miss. I wish you the best of luck."

"Don't mention it," Aoife replied, glancing back over her shoulder as she turned to go. "I'm more than happy to do whatever I can." With that, she once again shouldered her glaive, and continued walking down the road, giving a slight wave to the NPC as she went. Opening her character window again, she examined the quest that had now appeared there. It seemed she had to kill a total of 10 slimes, and recover 5 boxes of lost supplies. That didn't sound like it would be too difficult. Checking her map, she surveyed the area. The forest was right up ahead, so she supposed she'd probably be encountering her first monsters soon. But, before any such creatures could appear, she was accosted by an enemy of a different sort.

Once again, somebody called out to her from behind. This time, though, the speaker's words made it more than obvious that he was another player. "Hey! You!" Shouted a young man, prompting Aoife to once again turn about to see who was calling to her. This time, it was a fairly tall young man with golden-blonde hair sticking out from beneath a pointed green cap. Equally pointed were his ears, which, coupled with his fair hair and complexion and bright blue eyes, suggested an Elven heritage. His face didn't really match up with the usual appearance one would expect from an Elf, though, no matter how much his forest-green clothing screamed "Keebler." His facial features seemed a little too rounded and well formed, given how sharply defined most Elves' countenances were. Regardless, given the nameplate over his head, displaying the username "Licht," he was clearly another player.

Like she needed any more evidence of that after the next thing that came out of his mouth.

"Does the phrase 'Not Enough Cat-ears/10' ring any bells?" He asked, giving a cheeky grin. Aoife raised an eyebrow. Saying the odd phrase was familiar to her would be an understatement, as she still remembered all too well that particularly unfounded and baseless criticism of her armor design. She had addressed that particular "argument" - if it could be called one - already, and saw no point in discussing it further.

"Cat ear accessories are aesthetically inappropriate to my armor's design," She said dismissively, giving a slight, supercilious wave in the man's general direction. "Even were that not the case, such things would be utterly superfluous when you could just have cat ears to begin-" Just then, Aoife did a double-take, stopping mid-sentence to give a confused stare at her unwanted conversational partner. Why would anybody accost her about her armor's lack of cat ears, of all things, right after the announcement that the game they were stuck in could and would kill them? Didn't this person have better things to do? Come to think of it, why had that topic ever even come up in context, let alone here and now?

"...Hey, wait a minute, who even..." She began, but once again trailed off, too confused to think straight. Would an ordinary player really even remember that specific comment that just one online reviewer turned honorary contest judge had made about her gear? No, that matter aside, who would even think that it was even a legitimate criticism? "How did you...?!" She asked, her disbelief mounting as all evidence pointed to one conceivable answer.

"You!" She exclaimed bluntly, her eyes widening in surprise as she raised an accusatory finger at the unexpected individual standing before her. "You... you... you're that incredibly rude cat-ear-person...! How is it that you are in a place like this?! And... and how did you find me? Were you following me?" Now that she thought about it, those weren't even the strangest things about this situation. No, that honor would have to go to her last and most pressing question.

"And why are you so insistent upon my wearing cat ears? Are you ill? Surely, you are not a well person!"

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"Some people just can't appreciate the finer things in life."


Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #04731A || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #d6a71c


Ah, the wonderful feeling a person gets when they are recognized by someone who has decided they earned enough respect to idolize them was one of Licht's favorite feelings in the world. Though he was not one to pretend he was any greater than his fellow man (except when he literally did just that), he definitely appreciated the recognition fame sometimes earned him with a warm smile and an even warming feeling in the deepest part of his heart.

But that particularly welcomed sensation was nowhere to be found at the moment.

Instead, he found himself plagued with a deep feeling of confusion towards this woman's odd actions. Whatever she was saying made little sense to the Blademaster, who tried his best to decipher the alien language she was speaking as if he were an ambassador to the first contact with an unidentified lifeform, and his abilities could either end the world or provide it with a new ally. Naturally, this meant that he begun to feel very uncomfortable and nervous when negotiations had broke down before they even begun, and this creature threw sounds and noises at him that he could only interpret as words of war at him. But he tried his very best to ride it out and see if he could seize any opportunities to restore relations before war had actually broke out.

"So I am not just crazy, then? Ahaha! That's very good, very good indeed! I was worried that perhaps maybe I was more affected by this weird situation than I had originally thought, so it's good to know I'm not hallucinating!" Licht excitedly spoke with a bright smile before sighing in relief and also managing to seem completely ignorant to Aoife's aggravated tone. "You still seem to not understand the importance of cat ears, though, which is very unfortunate. But lets see here...." Licht's face became completely straight as he begun to inspect the girl, or rather, her armor.

He slowly circled her to ensure he could see and properly admire every inch of the armor before nodding his head approvingly and then speaking up. "Yes, yes. I do really enjoy the overall design. You sure made effective use of absolute territory, so I give you some extra points for that, and overall the armor, to me, manages to be very appealing to the eye without being revealing. I assume it's specifically a light armor?" he shook his head. "Well, that doesn't matter but the avatar you chose seems to wear it perfectly. Seeing it in-game makes me wish I rated it higher." done with his spontaneous review of her equipment, he raised an eyebrow and commented on something else he noticed. "You're missing a few pieces from what I remember..... uh...." Licht quickly glanced upwards, realizing he hadn't even looked at her username.

"Paladin of Light?" Licht took a moment to chuckle to himself upon seeing her title. How ironic, considering she probably did not like him one bit. "Well, A-oaf, the reason I am here at the moment is because unlike myself, most people are having rational responses to being told they've just been rused into being stuck inside a game they have just purchased and I figure things are only going to get even uglier within a very short amount of time. So I figured I would go kill some forest monsters and some time for a bit while things died down, and you just happened to be headed in the same direction.

So no, I am not following you. And also calling people 'not well' is rude. Probably. I am actually unsure what that means specifically but judging by the frown you have that is unfortunately not upsidedown, I will have to assume it was meant as some form of insult."

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After a few more minutes of sitting on the bench, Veran decided that the time for doing nothing was over, and he got up to head towards the NPC called the Old Hunter, who gave out class quest to Hunters as part of the Hunter's guild. As he approached, the Old Hunter looked up.

"Ah, Veran, I was looking for you." the Old Hunter said in a fairly deep but raspy voice.

"Yes? Do you need something from me?" Veran said, his voice otherwise unheard among the havoc happening not too far from him.

"Well, I actually do. You know about the problems our less skilled hunters are having with the forests since the monsters have appeared? I'm sending our best Hunters out to deal with them, and you're one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of training. So will you go and help the guild and go thin some of the monsters out? You need to kill about five of these Slimes, and two of these Boarorcs for it to be any help."

"I'll do it."

"Thank you, Veran. I'll see to it that I can reward you somehow when you get back."[/color]

Veran nodded and moved away, opening up the quest screen in the process and re-reading it before heading to the weapon's shop to upgrade.




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Five Minutes Later

The bell rung as he entered the store, and Fergus was just stepping around the doorway behind the counter.

"Eh? Oh a customer! 'elcome to me shop. How can I help 'ou?"

Veran looked around for a bit before spotting two bows. As he looked, a screen came up over them, listing their name and price.

Slack Bow, 168 Silver
Bronze Bow, 231 Silver


He motioned over at the Bronze Bow.

"Ah, a fine choice that one. Only 231 Silver too, a good price."

A confirmation of purchase screen came up and was promptly confirmed.

"Well, if that is all, I'll be getting back to the forge." Fergus said as Veran left the store without saying a single word.



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Danriel Thanamor had decided that he was tired of waiting as the thinning crowd meant less people to team with. He'll just play as normal until he met people that he'd like to work with, which would be other elves. Danriel smiled to himself as he began walking in the direction of the blacksmith. He needed to get some shopping done anyway, so since he was in town he might as well get it done.

As he is walking he tries to check if it's true that he's really stuck. He opens the menu and sure enough, there's no log out button. That's disconcerting. He thinks to himself as he continues to take steps. Then, just out of curiosity he checks his quest log and finds that it has been erased. "That glitch erased my quest log!" he declared in rage.

He grits his teeth as he looks for another quest to take on before leaving the city. It isn't long (especially in Faclarebal) before he finds an NPC giving out quests. Danriel walks up and speaks to the NPC.

"Hey, what kind of quests do you have for me today?"

"I'm trying to cook something for my wife but I don't have the right ingredients. Could you go to the Dark Bale Forest and get me [5 Edible Pollens] [2 Earthly Tracies] and [2 Firmament Essences] please?"

"Definitely, I will see you when I get back! And then he leaves for the blacksmith.

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Danriel walks into the blacksmith's shop and the bell rings alerting Fergus to his presence.

"Hello, what can I get for you today."

"I was planning on coming shopping today. Could I get the [Fire Tome] for 386 Silver?"

"Aye, you can."

Fergus goes and wanders through the shop with purpose when he finds the stacks of spell books. He looks through it and finds a [Fire Tome] very quickly, Fergus takes it out and Danriel give him the money. They exchange pleasantries while Danriel takes out his [Weapon Wis Rune] and gives the [Fire Tome] a +4 to Wis. Then, Danriel leave, on his way to the Armour Shop.

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The city seemed somewhat deserted with more than half of its population gone. NPCs were the only ones left with a smile, but even their smiles seemed dulled and forced. Some players were so traumatized by the news, they tried to commit suicide. Of coarse, they simply respawned because it was not an attack from Vyrlo or his minions. Other players were in denial and suppressed the panic they felt. Then, there was the players who rejoiced at the news.

Kissa strolled down the street with a smirk on her face as she headed towards the Bale Forest. Her neko ears were perked up and she nearly skipped with each step. Indeed, the news of being trapped in the game was shocking, however it was far from devastating. In fact, Kissa was rather happy about the news. Life before had been pointless and mundane. However, now she had a reason to live; an objective in her life other than earning enough money to pay the bills. Any fear she should have felt was overshadowed by the ecstatic thoughts of her first mission. She wondered what monsters she might face, and how many it would take to level up. It wasn’t long before she was in the outer ring and nearly to the entrance to the Bale Forest.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice, from a player she hadn’t heard approaching. Instincts took over. Swiftly, she turned on her heel and brought her fists up, ready for an attack. She knew the town was a safe zone, but maybe when you are close to an exist another player could still attack. For all she knew, the invasion on the system could have deleted the safe zone rules, leaving no one in the world safe. With all the chaos that had just transpired, she was on her toes and ready for anything.

“Hey… uh… do you want to team up?”

It took a moment for her brain to process the question. Golden eyes stared incredulously at the player for a moment more before she let her guard down. According to the player-card he was the same level she was, however she couldn’t shake the feeling of intimidation. He stood nearly 8 feet tall, while she was only 5 and a half feet tall. The design of the Duneil was odd enough to cause apprehension in most. Gazing up at his face, she examined his features. Despite being tall, eagle taloned, and multi toned, he didn’t appear like a villain. In fact, Kissa could smell the scent of earth and flowers on him, as if it was built into his character design. Though, Duneil were creatures created by Vyrlo. Could he, or any of them, be trusted? There was no immediate answer to any of her questions and only time would tell. With that thought, she begrudgingly decided to answer his question.

“Sure.” It was simple, to the point. Once in the field, she would try to engage in conversation. Maybe the Duneil would slip up and reveal his true intentions. Shrugging her shoulders, Kissa turned and pointed to an NPC knight, just outside the city. “He gives quests.” The words were monotone as she spoke them, and she tried to conceal any indication she was still on guard. Without looking to see if he was following, she headed over to the knight. Compared to a regular knight, this one seemed so low in rank, we was nothing more then an errand boy.

“Oh good! I have been looking for someone to help me! I can’t leave my post but the damn slimes have ransacked the area and now our supplies are everywhere! Is there any chance you can help me? I see you have a friend, so maybe between the two of you you could kill 10 slimes and collect 5 Supply boxes?”

There was a small window that allowed for the player to select ’yes’ or ’no’. After tapping ’yes’, making the box disappear. “You catch all that?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder to gaze at him once again. His posture hadn’t really changed and didn’t indicate anything malicious. With no signs of being threatened, she started to wonder if she was just being hateful. Was it the sheer appearance he had to bring about this worry? No, even if he were a human or any other race, she knew she would not be able to trust them in times like these. Nevertheless, his large cyan eyes,slits for a nose, and horns did not make things easier. More than his appearance was the history of the Duneil. If the gods could go as far as to trap players, could they alter personalities of certain players who chose Duneil as their race?

When the Caithe Duine paused for a moment after Munio’s question his tail twitched nervously. Did he pick a bad person to ask? Or was it weird to randomly ask a stranger to work together? It wasn’t in other games, but were VR games different? Then the Duine responded positively and Munio couldn’t help the relieved grin that twitched onto his face. He followed his new companion to the quest-giving knight and listened as he explained the quest. When the Duine - the sign over her head declared her as Kissa, so he should start thinking of her as such - turned to him he pushed the Yes button as well. Step one of finding his way around this new world, complete. But what now? He didn’t even know what class Kissa was. Would she want him to support her or was she another mage? Well, all he could do was ask. “My class is a mage,” he said. “If we make a party I can heal you. I do have an attack spell too, so I can fight as well. What do you want to do?”

Kissa stood with a rather blank expression on her face.This could be a trap. She thought to herself, scanning his facial features once again. However, he didn’t seem to hold any malcontent or devious plans. If he was planning something, he was damn good at hiding it. She sighed and nodded. “That’s a good idea. I’m a Knuckler by the way.” She smirked while bringing up her fist, clad in leather gloves with small bronze spikes on them. They were far from intimidating, it was her only weapon, as of right now. “Alright, so I guess you will be my support?” She asked, turning back towards the entrance and entering the forest. The slimes clustered together only a few feet away from the stone path of the city. Taking a deep breath, she flexed her fingers. I can’t get hit. I wont show weakness in front of this guy! Don’t get hit! It suddenly crossed her mind that she didn’t know his name. Of coarse, she could just click his player-card again and look, but that wasn’t much fun. “I’m Kissa of the Fel Forest.” She stated, though it could have sounded like boasting to some. Her player-card wouldn’t show the title, since it was self proclaimed, but to her, it was a part of her. A part of who her character.

When Kissa paused again, staring at him intently, anxiety crowded back into his mind. He had to be doing something wrong. Then she agreed and told him her class, relieving the tension that was building up. Munio nodded and followed her into the forest. Slimes oozed all over debris and trees. They didn’t look too threatening, but he had to remember he was the same level they were. He opened up his menu and equipped his staff. How embarrassing it would be to go into his first fight without his weapon equipped! “Nice to meet you, Kissa,” he responded to the Duine’s introduction. “I’m Munio.” He hadn’t thought about giving himself a fancy title. Hopefully that wouldn’t make him weird. “Thanks for grouping with me,” he blurted. He remembered to send her a party invite after he said that, of course. He sent the invite, ears flat to his skull with embarrassment. “Ready?”

She bowed her head slightly to him. He seemed harmless enough and Munio didn’t really sound like the name of someone evil. Then again, most villains didn’t have evil names in games like these. They had pretty common names or names that meant something good. She pushed the thoughts to the side when the little message box came up, asking if she wished to join Munio’s party. After tapping the yes option, she gazed at him, just as he spoke again. Grouping? Who even says that? Oh gods, is he a newbie to gaming? Despite these thoughts, she held a small smile on her face and prepared for battle. Encountering another player had made her forget how exciting her first mission was going to be. “Yeah, I’ll go in first” she offered. Clicking around on the various slimes, she found a level 2 slime. Three hits should do it…Maybe four. She wondered, hoping to avoid getting hit herself. “You better not blast me Mage.” She warned before drawing back her fist and hitting a slime as hard as she could.
The pink slime tumbled across the grass, taken by surprise. However, it was quick to target understand it was now in battle and target Kissa. That was the only thing it was quick at. It hopped slower than a turtle back back over to her. It was almost kind of sad how slow it it traveled. Kissa snickered at the sight, readying her second attack. That was when everything went wrong and she lost focus.
While moving her fist up to attack again, she noticed a blob of pink jello like slime stuck to her knuckles. “Oh GOD! GET IT OFF!” She screamed, flailing her hands as far from her body as she could. “That’s disgusting!” She cried, jumping back from the slime’s headbutt attack. “HEY!” She screamed at Munio, her ears folded flat like an angry cat’s. “A little help!” She yelled, dodging another attack from the slime. She knew she couldn’t dodge forever, but the thought of hitting the blob again made her skin crawl.

Munio stepped forward to follow Kissa, only to misjudge his new body, falling to the ground again. When he recovered he saw his teammate freaking out about something. Was that a piece of slime attached to her hand? Didn’t it stand to reason if you punched something gooey and sticky some of it would stick to you? Confused by the extreme reaction, Munio blinked, trying to understand. He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to analyze the odd reactions of his teammate. It was time to help her. Carefully he circled behind the slime, not wanting to trip again. Pointing his staff at the slime, he cast his Aura Pulse spell. The blast hit the slime in the center, sending a spray of pink goo everywhere. He leapt towards the slime with the intent of slamming it with his staff, but he misjudged the distance and the strength of his new body. He landed feet first in the slime, stuck and unable to get out of the sticky blob. Instead of panicking, he raked at the slime’s insides with his sharp-taloned toes. While this did considerably less damage than hitting the slime with a spell or weapon would, the system still counted it as an attack, and he managed to get the slime to release him. Now, however, the slime targeted him. It bounced towards Munio, who found his feet sticking to the ground from the slime goo that was still stuck to him. It headbutted him in the torso, causing an unexpected amount of pain for something so squishy.

The slime continued its attempts to headbutt Kissa, which she continued to dodge. The creature was slow after all. A thump caught her attention, and she moved her eyes from the slime to Munio for a split second. She couldn’t think of what made him fall, but would ask later. Instead she decided to try and attack the slime again. If he was down, she was the only defense. Summoning courage, she prepared to make contact with the slime again, hoping it would kill it, even though she knew it was very unlikely due to her level. She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. I can do this! Leaning down, she thrusted her fist towards the slime.
A blast of slime goo sprayed her from head to toe. Though it had no paralyzing effects, the Caith Duine stood stunned. The sticky jelly like substance against her skin sent a chill down her spine, making her hair stand up. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. This somehow made things worse. Particles of the slime slid down her arms and legs, collecting in the top of her boots and gloves. Her mouth opened but all that was uttered was a tiny screech like squeak. Her neko ears went flat against her head and panic started to fill her. Rapidly, her chest rose and fell and it almost appeared she was hyperventilating. What if this stuff doesn’t come off? Where is a bath house to even get clean Her mind screamed, repulsed at the idea of having to wear the grotesque particles for long.
Panic was shifted to rage in a fraction of a second. Her eyes scanned the slime cluster for the one they had been attacking. It wasn’t until Munio was being attacked by the monster that she found it. “Hell no! He is my kill!” She screamed in furry, darting over to the damaged slime. With all her anger fueling her might, she hit the slime. New goo stuck to her gloves, but rage instigate the continuous assault. “I hate you!” With each screeching word, there was another punch thrown. The monster froze for a second before bursting into pixelated crystals and dissipating. This did not stop Kissa though. She continued to punch the ground a few times where the slime had been, though there was no trace of him now. When he disappeared, he took all particles that had been knocked off. Due to her anger, it took Kissa a moment to realize that she was no longer covered in slime. When she finally did, her actions paused. She stood up right and gazed at Munio with her brows furrowed. “What the hell was that?!” She demanded in fury. People in the second ring of town could probably hear her screams. “You blasted me with that-” Her voice cut out, another shiver of disgust assaulting her spine. “That stuff..” She cringed at the thought of it touching her again.

Over each of the players the amount of EXP gained was displayed. 51 EXP ; 32 Copper for Munio. And a whopping 38 EXP ; 19 Copper for Kissa.

Munio caught his breath and raised his staff to block the slime’s next attack. Dang sticky slime goo! Then Kissa lunged at the slime, yelling something angry-sounding. Was he doing something wrong? Kissa had yelled at him to help her. He watched as the Duine punched the slime into a bunch of crystals, then punch the ground where the slime was moments before. Munio lifted his feet experimentally and to his delight found that the slime goo adhering his feet to the ground was gone. At Kissa’s screams he clenched his teeth. He was only helping her! He was about to protest when the rewards for the fight hovered over his head. A moment later the rewards were replaced by a banner declaring he had leveled up. As the banner faded, the news sunk in, and he grinned. He was doing this right! He glanced over at Kissa and found that unlike him, she hadn’t leveled up. Great. That probably meant she would start screaming again. “I was only helping you,” he said defiantly. Then, in a softer voice, he said, "But I will try to avoid getting the goo on you next time if I can.”

For a second, Kissa thought of replying, her anger swelling but stopped. It wasn’t really his fault and it’s not like it was still on here. Closing her eyes, she sighed and crossed her arms. “Yeah, I know.” She replied bitterly. It wasn’t easy to expel the anger, even when the logical side of her brain was right. But she tried. Her ears perked up a bit and she forced a smile, though it was pretty obvious it was forced. “I-” She stampered at the apology. It wasn’t something she normally did. Matter of fact, it was an extremely rare thing for her to apologies for her anger. People around her either excepted it and knew her well enough to know she was just a hot head, or they didn’t stay around long. That was other games though. She was stuck in this one and having a friend would be nice. A mage was pretty good backup too. “I’m sorry, Munio.” She finally said, as if she had been holding her breath while thinking. Him receiving more exp was irritating, but she knew how games worked. He might get more exp this time, but next she might get it. The money part was annoying too. That is when she smiled. Her golden eyes lit up as she gazed at him with a devious expression. “Well rich man, after this quest, you can buy me dinner” She snickered and winked. It was the best she could do with her anger. Even if it was a joke, it made her feel better and hoped it would show that she wasn’t a character that only felt anger. “How about we defeat the rest of those-” Her face contorted at the thought of the repulsive monsters they needed to defeat. “slimes.” She squeaked out, shivering slightly.

“I accept your apology,” Munio said seriously, glad that he wasn’t in the wrong. When she had paused and stammered, he had been preparing himself for an onslaught of more noise, but she had apologized instead. She was still recovering from her freak out during the fight, so it was understandable that she needed time to control her voice when she spoke. Munio was unaware how hard it was for Kissa’s apology to come out, and he was also unaware that her suggestion that he could buy her dinner was a joke, to which he nodded his agreement. He had earned more money and he had splattered her with goo when she had shown signs of hating it. “Well, one down, nine to go, right?” he said. “We got this.” With that he pointed his staff to another slime and cast Aura Pulse on it, dealing damage to it and lowering its resistances so Kissa wouldn’t have to punch it so much. Now that he knew more of what to expect, he would be able to fight better. More importantly, he would be able to do this teamwork thing that he had struggled with in the past. He felt he had accomplished his mission of making a friend.

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Fifteen Minutes Later

Veran barely rolled out of the way of the charging Boreorc, being careful not to get in the path of the second one as it too charged in the other direction. They had the turn speed of a snail, but damn could they chrage.

In his hands was the Bronze Bow. He had already finished killing the five Slimes he needed to kill, so now he had leveled up to level 4, and he put his STR to 16 with nine of the nine skill points he received. He dealt enough damage to kill the Boreorcs in three hits, and that was a third of the way done because each had an arrow sticking out of their chests, but they didn't hit anything vital, being stopped at the bone. He'd misjudged the placement of the ribs, so instead of piercing their lungs or hearts it thudded into bone.

He'd been playing at this game for the last minute or so, dodging or rolling out of the way, aiming but canceling before needing to roll out of the way of another charge. At this point, it was a stalemate and would go to the one with more stamina. Both sides had wounds to show for it. The Boreorcs, had the arrows in their chest while Veran had a glowing red hole in his side. It was the first charge he had attempted to dodge, but he got blindsided by the other Boreorc and got dealt 22 damage, including his reduction and was now down to 110/132 HP, though it didn't hit anything vital, it still hurt like nothing else he'd experienced before. For now, he was trying to keep out of their grasp to come up with a plan to stop one. Which was when he noticed one shaking their head after slamming tree behind him. He smiled. The plan was made, and it was time to kill.

He again, stood in front of one tree, and waited for one of the Boreorcs to charge at him. This time, he rolled out of the way but stayed close lining up two point blank shots. One for the heart and one for the skull. He fire the two shots in quick succession, killing the Boreorc before it could recover. A moment of celebration was needed, and Veran took that moment to smile. It was that moment that Veran forgot about the other Boreorc.

It charged, and would have impaled Veran on its spear had it not been for his reflexes where he narrowly moved out of the way of the deadly blade, but he still got a shallow cut across his chest for his troubled, lowering him again by 22, leaving him at 88/132. It did not end there, for the Boreorc then backhanded him in the same charge, sending him flying due to the beast's Strength. Though it only did 11 damage, the environmental damage of him slamming into a tree served to be an equal amount of damage as to getting hit by the spear, leaving him at 66/132 HP. Coughing up a bit of blood, he knew he might have fractured a rib from the impact. Not enough to impair his abilities, but enough to slow him down. So when the Boreorc slammed into a tree that was next to the tree he stood by, he knew that was his only chance to get a breather. He didn't want to risk pulling out a health potion and drink it in case the Boreorc recovered quickly and charged him again, so for the moment, he stood up to steady himself, which is when he heard the roar of another Boreorc in the clearing. A uninjured, fully rested, fresh, Boreorc.

Veran cursed his luck. He had another to deal with.



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Character Portrait: Aoife Character Portrait: Licht

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The First Day ~ Serious Paladin & Carefree Gamer

|| LocationDaertalmos Online - Bale Forest ||


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Aoife stared at the man in green, the road momentarily silent as she pointed at him, and he gazed casually back, not seeming to take much note of her obvious indignation. She stared. He stared back.

Then, he grinned, breaking out in laughter and saying something about how he wasn't crazy. Had he not been listening? She had just told him he was crazy. Why did he take that as evidence he wasn't? That was something only a crazy person would do. But, since he was crazy, she supposed that made sense. She sighed piteously, shaking her head in consternation. This one might be past helping, but it was her duty as a Paladin, nevertheless, to try.

Oh, right, he also mentioned something about cat ears. He was still going on about that nonsense? She was about to chastise him for continuing to pursue such a futile obsession, but, to her surprise, he began moving without delay, walking right up to her...

...And then right past her, circling about several times and giving her a very intense stare, like someone appreciating a fine artwork. The paladin couldn't help but be a little put off by this, as she was ill used to being gawked at in such a manner. It was a bit creepy, honestly, but when he announced his conclusion, she supposed she could let the matter slide. At least he achknowledged the shortcomings of his prior verdict.

"Yes, yes. I do really enjoy the overall design. You sure made effective use of absolute territory, so I give you some extra points for that, and overall the armor, to me, manages to be very appealing to the eye without being revealing. I assume it's specifically a light armor?" The Paladin, pleased at having her work so highly praised, gave a single emphatic nod.

"The inner layer, gloves, and headpiece are all meant as light armor, with the other pieces of the set covering the most important spots with medium platemail," She explained. "Although the 'dress' is somewhat inaccurately named, since a skirt would have offered less protection and gotten in the way in battle, not even to mention the difficulties of maintaining personal modesty in such attire, it still doesn't sacrifice either practicality or the overall aesthetic due to the appeal of thigh-high boots. With braids in place of ponytails, that makes my absolute territory a natural grade S!" Aoife declared proudly, raising a single finger in a matter-of-fact manner, only to realize a moment later exactly what it was she'd just said. Her cheeks colored rapidly, and she quickly averted her gaze and looked away, clearing her throat rather loudly.

"Er, right... all that aside," She stammered, quickly trying to change the subject. "You still haven't said why you're here," She pointed out.

To his credit, he did answer her question without further delay. That should have alleviated some of the awkwardness she felt at having her assumed character inadvertently shattered. However, considering his answer began by utterly butchering her name and ended with him somehow finding it proper to chastise her for being rude, she found her mood little improved for her effort.

"EE-FAH," She said firmly. "You pronounce it ee-fah," She repeated, crossing her arms in frustration. "And I will have you know that I do not 'insult' people. I merely state facts as I see them. For example, you have a very silly hat. That is not an insult. That is merely me stating that the pointy green object currently sitting atop your head is laughable regardless of whether it is viewed either as a fashion statement or a means of protection." She nodded sagely, before clapping a fist into her opened palm and giving a sly grin, looking as though she had just unraveled one of the great mysteries of the universe. "Hmm, I think I may have an idea how you might be able to improve it, though. Maybe..." Her smirk broadened to the point that one could practically see the little lightbulb flicking on over her head. "You could try putting cat ears on it!"

About three things Licht was absolutely positive. First, Aoife was a nerd. Second, there was a part of her-and he didn't know how potent said part might be-that thirsted for appreciation for her costume. And third, he was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with how easy it would be to mess with her.

While his earlier assessment or her personal armor was not a falsified one, it certainly was not expected to flatter or otherwise make her feel as though he would vote for her rather than the cat-ening. It was simply said as a restatement that if it weren't for that particular set of armor, then she would have won Licht's vote for sure. Irregardless, she brightened up like a star and then chose that moment to lapse into a self-assessment of the armor and why, for whichever reasons, it could be considered S-rank in the absolute territory department. That was unfortunate and perhaps maybe fortunate at the same time, as Licht was secretly a hard-M rank.

"I see." the young man nodded with closed eyes, probably mimicking a number of characters in a majority of different shows at once. "You certainly do deserve praise in that regard. But it is regretful that I must mention that I have a preference to cat-ears, as you have already guessed by now. Absolute territory falls just below that. At least you tried, however. Some of the other competitors I was forced to look at tried to make due with the least amount of clothing possible. They did not understand the importance of how each piece works with each other to collaborate as one piece of artwork." Licht slowly opened his eyes once he finished his small rant (and it certainly was small compared to what he would have liked to say on the matter), sighing. "Again, you deserved at least second place."

Sadly, his attempt at finally stating what needed to be said was met with the worst kind of insult he had ever heard in recent history, that had nothing to do with cat-ears. She had decided, in her infinite cruelty, to bring up the subject of that one piece of his well-deserved beta testing gear, which he had earned for HELPING THE GAME BE BETTER (actually mostly screwing around and laughing at some of the bugs). She had more or less declared war by insulting his precious cap.

"You dare mock my fine piece of Haberdashery! Do you even realize how much time and effort went into designing this masterpiece? The elven people would be proud to see such a piece of headwear being displayed for all to see. IT IS THE VERY PRIDE OF THEIR RACE THAT I WEAR ATOP MY HEAD, GIVEN PHYSICAL FORM!" taking a deep, long breath in, he exhaled and apparently seemed to calm down.

"Really?" The Paladin asked skeptically, cocking her head inquisitively to the side. "That seems like a stereotype, if you ask me..."

"Elves don't even own stereos, so your point is invalid," He replied with a smug look on his face.

"You can't prove a blanket statement like that," Aoife protested earnestly, seeming to ponder the question intently before presenting her counterargument. "I mean, can you really say with certainty that what you just said applies to all Elves? It sounds to me like you're just being racist."

"...."

Had he been out-memed? Was this it? What is life, even? Many questions like these circled Licht's head as he tried to come up with a proper response towards this allegations. There was a noticeable pause before he had managed to finally decide on what he wished to say.

"....Yes. I can confidently say that elves do not own stereos. That is not racist, it's a 'fact'. And you said that you enjoyed stating 'facts' just earlier, did you not?"

Checkmate.

Aoife seemed taken aback, thinking about this statement for a moment. She placed a single finger to her chin, emitting a low "hmm" sound, like a computer processor being pushed to its limits. At last, her gaze returned to Licht, and she gave her reply.

"My most sincere apologies," She said, giving a humble bow. "I did not mean to sound discriminatory towards men in pointy green hats. As a matter of fact, I was unaware of the existence of such a subculture. I will do my best to keep it in mind from now on."

It was a genuine response that Licht gave to Aoife. One that involved a raised eyebrow and a clear look of confusion to follow. Normally one would take this particular action as some form of sarcasm, but Aoife seemed to get oddly serious about this and it did managed to confuse the not-elf. "Err, okay, you can stop that. It's weird. I'm sure nobody could really bother to care about a cap like that..."

He was being out-memed for sure. This was odd, very much so. Licht did not take well to people who took things literally, it would seem. But nevertheless, he would endeavor to become the Meme Master, a person worthy of the meme gods. Or something.

"So..." he kinda just stared at the girl until she raised her head again. "I think I should go or something.... I need to kill things for, uh, reasons? Though I guess I won't get past the rumored boss until I form a party, so I'll be waiting for a while, huh?" shaking his head as he realized he was beginning to mumble to himself, he sighed.

"Well, I can perhaps help you level if you want. I doubt they did much about powerleveling since the beta. Or I can just watch and wait. Listen. And see a young apprentice grow into a slightly bigger apprentice of the meme."

"Actually, I don't think increasing one's combat ability affects your physical size, either..." Aoife chimed in sheepishly, seeming almost sad at having to correct him so frequently. "Still, I have been told the woods ahead are dangerous, and given the number of enemies I must no doubt face to traverse the road ahead, any and all help I might be able to get would be most appreciated. If you are willing to assist me, then I shall accept your offer with gratitude." She gave another sincere bow, as though she were a knight entrusting her life to a liege.

She was doing this on purpose, wasn't she? I make one, no, two jokes about elves and stereos and now I am punished for it.

Narrowing his eyes, Licht opted not to respond to that comment. Instead he began once more walking to Bale Forest as he waved an arm as her cue to follow him, walking past the bowed 'knight' with seemingly little interest of the gesture. "We best be off, then. No telling how many people are steailng all the EXP," he said. He took a few more steps before suddenly remembering something important. "Oh, yeah. Parties. Those are a thing. If you would like to benefit at all from my slaughtering things, then we need to be in one."

Licht took this moment to open his menu, scroll down to 'Parties' and tap that particular button. When he was in that tab, he scrolled over to the 'Start Party' button and selected that, followed by the 'Invite' button. Since Aoife was right here, all he had to do was to highlight her and select her, which would then send a message containing her invite.

Alternatively, he could have simply highlighted her and scrolled to an "Invite to Party" button and pressed that, but he was too lazy to do the least amount of effort in this case.

Giving another of her very serious nods, Aoife opened her own player menu with a casual swipe of her hand, searching for the window she expected to see popping up at any moment. It didn't take long to highlight the transparent screen that had appeared in front of her reading "Join Licht's party?" and to hit "Accept." Appearing beside the red and green HP and SP bars visible only to herself in the corner of her vision materialized a second set of bars, with the other player's username displayed prominently over them. To her surprise, though, unlike her own name, which was quickly followed with "Level 1 Longarms," he was instead listed as a level 15 Blademaster. She raised an eyebrow. How had he gotten to such a level within half an hour of the start of the game? He'd mentioned the beta earlier... Huh. Maybe she'd lucked out in meeting this person who she'd only initially thought of as an annoyance. Regardless, his help would make things infinitely easier. Opening her own quest menu, she selected the only one that was listed there, pushing a button labeled "Share Objective" so that Licht could see her goals and her progress at completing them. After that, she turned about, nodding to the blonde swordsman and then turning her gaze to the forest beyond.

"Now that that matter is settled, I am prepared to depart with all haste," She said firmly, knocking her right hand to her breastplate in a sort of salute. "I look forward to fighting alongside you!" She declared, shouldering her spear and continuing her march towards the forest, with her new teammate in tow.

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Character Portrait: Kissa of the Fel Forest Character Portrait: Veran, The Ranger

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Kissa stood in front of the Knight NPC huffing. It was hard to believe that after only 9 slimes she was worn out and ready to go to an inn. However, she had only reached level 4 and, as she gazed at the NPC, was sure she wouldn’t get enough exp to level up. This is exhausting. I can’t believe how much of that I felt. On top of that, I can’t believe they made a game where your equipment hurts! The boots weren’t tight, however they were irritating her feet. She was sure if she wore them in reality, her feet would have blisters. She sighed, pushing the pain to the side for moment. Though she was still recovering, it was time to turn in her quest.

“Oh it’s you! How did you fair against those slimes? Were you able to collect the stolen supplies?”

A small message type box opened, revealing Kissa’s puny inventory bags. The supplies she had collected for the knight had taken up the rest of her bag space, not that there was anything else she could have filled it with.

“Yeah, I got ’em.” She growled, clicking each box of supplies, until she had given him all of them.

“Oh thank you! You really saved my neck. It’s not much, but here is something for my appreciation.”
Another small window appeared, displaying the rewards for her trouble.

-Quest Complete-
139 EXP gained2 Silver


Her eyes lowered to examine it. Was this some kind of joke? Killing the slimes gave more exp than the stupid quest! She didn’t even get an item? 2 Silver? That was pathetic. Her fist clenched as the window faded and she heard the small chime, indicating she had leveled up. Taking a deep calming breath, she decided to ignore the ’reward’. Maybe later in the game, it would be better. This was only the first quest after all. Glancing to the knight, who looked apprehensive about asking for another favor, she decided to move on to the next quest. After all, it was still too early to head back to town.

“What is it knight?” She sighed, prompting him to give her the next ridiculous mission.

“Well, I hate to trouble you again-” Kissa scoffed and forced her best friendly smile, despite envisioning herself punching the lame knight. “I was hoping you could kill 4 Boreorcs for me. I am supposed to do it myself, but I can’t leave my post and since the attack. The Captain is keeping all the good weapons for front line soldiers, so I am not even equipped for such a mission!. I will make it worth your while, this time. I found a nice rune the other day, and I’ll give it to you. Oh please, wont you help me? My captain is threatening to demote me again!”

Kissa bit back bitter words as she considered what type of rune she might be given. Even if it was low level, nearly anything would be of help at this point. Rolling her eyes, she nodded, accepting the quest and disregarding her better judgement.

“Oh wonderful! Just bring back the spear of each one you kill. That will also help us with weapons!” The knight cheered as she walked away, back towards the inner field. Before she got too close to the area where the Boreorcs were, she opened her inventory and character windows. As a starter package, she had received four Novice’s Health and Mana potions and one starter Agility Rune for armour. While battling the slimes, she had used all the potions she gained from battle, plus one of the Novice Health potions. That left her with only 3 Novice Health Potions in her inventory. Maybe trying to tank the Boreorcs, like she had done the slimes, wasn’t the best idea, since her character class was far from being a tank. She decided to equip the rune to her tattered boots. Though she doubted it would make them more comfortable, it would at least do something for her stats. She then assessed her stats. Moments ago her ribs, legs, and hands still hurt from the battle with the slimes.

But now, her health had been completely restored during the amount of time that had passed, since there wasn’t much to restore in the first place. She had been chugging every potion a slime dropped, as soon as she could. Now, the pain was subtle and felt like bruises that had almost completely healed. Of coarse, other than her feet. Turns out, armour was pretty damn uncomfortable when it was ripped and tattered like hers. With that in mind, she hoped to collect enough money to buy some at least decent gear. Pushing the strands of pink hair off her shoulders, she got ready to rush one of the Boreorcs. Just as she took a step,her attention was shifted at the sight of a player soaring across the field after an attack. The Boreorc swiftly followed, though missed his mark and hit the tree next to where the player had fallen.For a moment, she was stunned and perplexed. In normal MMOs it was rude to attack someone else’s monster, however he might be in need. She hastily glanced at his health. 66/132 HP Just as she managed to catch a glimpse of it, another Boreorc gave a battle cry in the distance. This wasn’t good. Even if she could kill the one he had damaged, if there was a horde, there was no way they could win without some teamwork. Then again, there was no time to invite him to a party. The Boreorc who had been attacking him was getting close to finding him again. Briskly, Kissa rushed the injured monster to at least distract it. “I’ll distract him, you heal yourself!” With that, she launched her assault on the monster. Jumping into the air for momentum and extra force, she slammed her fist into the back of the Boreorc’s skull as she came back down with all her might. It wouldn’t kill it, but attacking from behind would give her an advantage for a moment, due to how slow the creature turned.

Veran stood there for a moment, contemplating how much dying was going to hurt, but then something unexpected happened. Another player had jumped in, and gave a pretty hefty punch onto the new Boreorc's head. With that, and he encouragement, he took out one of his novice health potions and chugged it as fast as he could. A few moments after downing the entire contents of one, which tasted fairly sweet, almost like a mixture of honey and milk, and he felt himself mending. He felt his bones start to knit back together, and the hole in his side was starting to close up, the glowing red hole slowly growing smaller and smaller, until it was gone. His health read 132/132. He smiled and shouted towards the new player.

"Thanks!"

Before promptly drawing his bow again and rolling out of the way of the Boreorc that had hit him, letting his slam against the tree again, leaving it stunned, and firing another two shots at it, killing it, his shots penetrating the heart and forehead once again.

Well, thats my quest done. I don't think it be good if I left this girl alone though.

He turned to look at what she was doing.

The Boreorc turned and caught sight of its attacker, but she jumped back. Swiftly, she glanced over to see the player downing a potion. Good. Now that he is healed, I don't have to worry about him. Her attention was shifted back to the Boreorc. If he charged, she would be able to side-step him. There were plenty of solid trees for the monster to run into, and it looked like they weren't the most graceful of monsters.

With her knees bent, she watched as the Boreorc got ready to rush her, just as she planned. It was time to see what she could do. The monster charged with its spear ready to impale the small Caith. As soon as the monster was within attacking distance, she launched her fist into the side of it's head, knocking it off balance and causing it to fall to the ground. Her confidence was growing and she felt unstoppable, until she tried to draw a breath. The gash in her side was deeper than she had realized. The sensation of pain radiated all the way down her left side and nearly made her knees buckle. When she had been attacked by the slimes, it hurt, but this pain was on a whole new level.

The realization that she had not been breathing hit, and she gasped in an agonizing scream. Her hands clutched the gaping wound just above her hip. Panic seeped into her thoughts. Her eyes locked onto the hefty Boreorc who rolled in the grass trying to get up. It would take him another moment to get up, hopefully. Her hands shook as she tried to bring up her inventory. After a few tries, she managed to open it before snatching a potion. Her health bar wasn't too far down, but it felt as if the Boreorc had landed a critical hit. Her movement was paused by the decision she could not make. The Boreorc was getting closer to getting to his feet, or at least, he was no longer rolling from side to side. Kissa took steady deep breaths before she made a decision. Rushing, she stepped beside the Boreorc's head and kicked it as hard as she could with her right foot. It was surprising to see it had done damage, nearly half of what her fist normally did. A vicious smile spread across her face as she began kicking the creature several times. His HP was getting low, but rolled away from her and finally got to its feet. Kissa brought her fist up, disregarded the throbbing pain in her side, and prepared to attack the Boreorc ones more. One hit should do it...Maybe two. She told herself as she bent her knees and prepared to dodge an attack.

During this entire procession, Veran was keeping track of all that was happening, trying to find an opprotuinty to help in as well as recovering his SP by regenerating it. The moment when the Boreorc backed off again after taking quite the beating from the dimunitive Caith Duine was the point where Veran launched an arrow, which lodged itself in the front of its throat, burrying into the fleshy neck, severing its spinal cord, dealing critical damage and killing it instantly. It fell forward, dropping its spear and flopping face first onto the ground before shattering into crystals and dispersing. Veran slung his bow back over his shoulder and jogged over.

"Thank you, Kissa." The name of the avatar popped up as Veran got closer."I'm not sure if I could have dealt with both of the Boreorcs if I was still injured."

When the arrow soared passed Kissa, she jerked her head in the direction it had come from. She had not expected the player to stay, and had forgotten about him after he had taken a potion. However, she was now greatful to him as well. With the Boreorc defeated and pixalized, she pulled out the potion she had held before. In a small way, she still did not want to take it. She didn't have too many left, and felt that if she were to venture into town, she might not come back until the next day. Despite this, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand the pain much longer, even if it did slowly heal over time. Her neko ears folded as she took a large swig from the small bottle. The crimson liquid wasn't bad, but not good either. It had a flavor she couldn't place. With the numbing effects of the potion kicking in, she decided to reply to the player, who had obviously looked at her player-card. "Thank you as well. I guess I bit off a little more than I can chew." She paused for a moment, resisting the urge to introduce herself. It seemed a bit pointless, since he already knew her name. Then again, it wasn't a greeting through which he obtained the information. 'Yes, I am Kissa of the Fel Forest. It is a pleasure to meet you-" Her head tilted to the side as she waited for him to introduce himself. Even if she could look at his player-card, she felt it was simply polite, given the current circumstances.

Veran raised an eyebrow at her inclination, but he played along.

"Veran. It is a pleasure to meet you two, Kissa of the Fel Forest."

Veran thought for a moment.

"What brings you out here into these parts of the woods?"

She smiled softly, bowing her head when he finally introduced himself. At his question, she scoffed, pointing her thumb behind them, towards the city. "Damn Lame Knight can't do his job. He said if I collect 5 spears from these Boreorcs, he will give me a really nice rune." She shrugged her shoulders before looking down."Though, I didn't know they would be this difficult." In a way, she envied the hunter, simply for his class choice. Had she known she would be stuck in the game, she would have gone with a class she was familiar with and comfortable in using. Knuckler was a fluke choice that was chosen simply because she had never played a fighter before.
A thought crossed her mind as she gazed down at the soft grass. Her eyes lit up as she smiled at him, a broad coy smile. "Heyyy, you are a hunter. Maybe you could help me out? I don't have anything to give you, but I'll owe you one. I'll even befriend you, so you can call on me when you need. Come on, what'd ya say?"

Veran pondered her request. He thought about the merits of helping the player that helped him out. An eye for an eye, though, in a more positive way.

"Sure. Why not. He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Great! Thanks!" She cheered, literally jumping with joy. Opening the menu attached to his player-card, she sent a friend request. "I only need to collect 5 spears, so it shouldn't be too hard for the both of us. I am a close up fighter, and you are ranged. We will be a great team!" She stated, though it was more to herself than him. She was sure he knew about the different classes, at least a little. He looked to be skilled, even though his level wasn't high. It made her regret her decision a bit more, but she forced it to the back of her mind. There was no changing it now, and no point dwelling on it.

Veran nodded, and opened his menu and accepted her friend request, and sent her a party request.

"Might as well right? At least we both get some experience and copper from the Boreorcs when we kill one."

Then the Drop screen finally appeared in front of him.

819 Exp
374 Copper
Novice Health Potion


A soft glow encompassed Veran's body as he leveled up two more times. He looked at the numbers on his experience bar and saw they read 166/782.

Damn that scales pretty hard. he thought as he assigned his six stat points.

VIT 11 -> 12
ENG 10 -> 11
AGI 13 -> 14
END 11 -> 13
DEX 15 -> 16

The Vitality upgrade brought his health to 180, his Energy upgrade his SP to 120 and his Endurance allowing him to equip D- Rank armors.

Kissa accepted the party invite while bouncing on her toes. Her feet were still aching, but the excitement of parting up again flooded her. She watched Veran for signs that he was ready and noticed him adjusting something in his character menus. Tiptoeing over, she glanced at he window in front of him. It was stats. She had forgotten all about the stats, since most of the other games she played did them automatically."Oh jeez! I forgot all about that!" Her cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment. Quickly, she opened her own character menu and gazed at the numbers and stats. She had 9 points to distribute, and only one idea of where some should go. Hmmm, I know I need to add to agility. Maybe work on vitality and strength too? It would be nice to pack a harder punch to these things. With her mind made up, she distributed the points evenly between the three choices. When she selected apply, she noticed her HP bar had increased to 130 HP. It wasn't much, but ever little bit would count in the battlefield. Her physical attack had gone up to 48, which was a little disappointing. However, she was sure that a better weapon would help with that.

Closing the menus she gave a sheepish smile, almost apologizing for taking the extra time to work on something she knew she should have done before now.

Veran nodded, before starting off into the forest, with Kissa following behind him.

Ten minutes later

It was then, that she noticed a noise in the bushes, her ears twitching towards where the sound had come from. Turning on her toes, she faced the direction with her fist up, ready for attack. Her eyes focuses, but could not see as far as her ears could hear.

Veran slowed to a stop, his senses on high alert. He heard the trampling of bushes, and the snorting of Boars. Preferring not to take the chance of it only being normal Boars, he climbed up a tree quite deftly, having experience in doing so before. It also helped that the tree had quite a few strong branches for Veran to hold on to and they were all relatively close together. Veran finally got high enough to see what was ahead.

The thought of jumping in a tree was tempting as she watched Veran scale the tree. It was rather impressive and amusing to watch the human scurrying up the tree like a squirrel. She choked back she laughter threatening to break into the silence.

In the tiny clearing below him, there were four Boreorcs, and quite a hefty number for them to take on, especially with only the two of them and the small space for them to fight in. He was sure he could take out at least one of them in a single volley though, so that would even the odds out. He clambered down the tree again, dropping to the ground next to Kissa.

"There's four Boreorcs in the clearing ahead, but I'm pretty sure I can snipe one before the others realise what's happening. Afterwards, I won't be able to get another volley in too solidly until only one of them is on me. It takes too long for me to draw my bow, and the clearing's small size doesn't help with the distances the Boreorcs need to travel to hit us. I'm relying on you to keep them off of me so I can pick them apart. That okay with you?

Kissa noticed Veran descending the tree before she watched him land with a thud next to her. She listened tentatively to the report before pondering on the question. Not too long ago she had told herself tanking wasn't a good strategy to use, however in order to complete this quest, it seemed she would need to basically do that. With there being no other options she could think of, she decided to show off her false bravo."Hell yeah, I got this." She gave a playful wink and bounced on her toes. In the back of her mind, she hoped the agility boosts would help. If she attacked one hard enough in the head, it might give her enough time to attack another that might be near Veran. The only problem with this plan, was she wasn't sure how the Boreorcs would attack. Would they focus on the closest target, or go for whoever attacked it. Probably the second. In that case, all she had to do was run around attacking them right? This strategy gave her a little hope of actually winning. She knew she was fast, and the knuckles she had did decent enough damage. While she was running around, she would weaken them, and Veran would be able to make the finishing shot, as she took on a different one. This is going to work!

Nodding once again, Veran climbed up the same tree and this time pulled his bow out. In his hand he held three arrows, to fire one after another. He took aim for a few moments before letting loose his arrows in a rapid volley. Since he was aiming for center mass, they all hit their mark. The Boreorc dropped to the ground, dying and shattered into crystals as the other three Boreorcs charged at his tree, hoping to knock him off.

"Go Kissa!" he shouted before throwing himself off the tree branch towards the ground, over their heads and rolling as he hit the ground, but still sustaining ten points of damage.

Once Veran was up the tree once again, Kissa concentrated on any noise from his bow. As the first arrow was fired, her eyes moved to where she thought the Boreorcs would charge from. It didn't take long to lock onto their positions, for they were extremely loud as they traveled. I just have to keep them off him for a little bit. She mentally reminded herself as she moved closer to where the Boreorcs were coming from. Within seconds, she was face to face with three of the ugly beasts. A smirk spread across her face as she realized her plan was idiotic, but just might work.
Deliriously, she charged the Boreorc in the lead. When close enough to reach, but not get injured, she slapped the monster's spear. With the small opening, she slammed her fist into the middle of his face. One hit. Moving her focus to the one on the right, she barely dodged a jab by twisting to the right. As quickly as she could, she stepped in and punched it, in the side of the head. Two down. Jumping back away from the now infuriated monsters, she realized she hadn't landed a hit on the last one, and it was headed towards Veran.
Immediately, she ran after it, hoping to catch it in time.

As the last Boreorc charged at him, Veran shot an arrow at it, but missed as it a small deviation in the charge allowed it to sidestep the arrow, before Veran rolled out of the way and took out an arrow and stabbed it into the back of the dazed Boreorc's knee as it was stunned by slamming right square into the tree behind it. A quick three shot volley into its back finished it off as it slumped to the ground and shattered. Veran turned, to assist with Kissa's pursuers. He nocked another arrow and took aim. He just needed to wait for the right opening.

Kissa was grateful that Veran was agile and attacked the Boreorc she missed. When the monster burst into crystals, she turned her attention to the other two, who were close to attacking. Taking a deep breath, she decided to run for it, just enough to get them away from Veran and give him a shot. She swiftly jumped to the side and took off a few paces. The monsters followed, just as she planned. She launched a counter attack at the first one, however was still hit on her arm with the spear. Praying it wouldn't affect her attack, she started punching the one in reach. She landed three blows before she was hit again, knocking her HP down to 84. She winced at the seering pain, but landed two more blows. The monster froze and burst into pixels, leaving only one left.

Seeing his teammate get hit, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Kissa, for he knew that it must have hurt. Still, that didn't stop him from perforating the remaining Boreorc with a precise volley of arrows, killing it with three stuck in its back, in a small circle, a few inches in diameter. The beast promptly slumped over before shattering into a multi-color mix of pixels. With all of the Boreorcs dead, Veran slung his bow over shoulder and turned to Kissa.

1244 EXP ; 212 Copper ; 1x Novice Health Potion for Veran. 1203 EXP; 184 Copper ; 2x Novice Health Potions for Kissa

"How many more do you need?"

With the last Boreorc gone, Kissa sighed and knelt down. If she could bleed, her arm would have been covered in blood. Instead there was a small puncture wound in her upper arm. Despite the pain, she gave a weak smile to Veran. "Thanks. You know, I think I might get used to little scraps like this soon." She chuckled softly before tilting her head back. For the first time in a while, she appreciated the cool breeze and the shade of the trees. If there hadn't been so many monsters who wanted to impale her, she thought it would be a nice place for a nap. His question pulled her out of her relaxing wishes. She realized she had not gotten the spears. "Shit!"
Jumping to her feet, she rushed to where the two Boreorcs had been. There on the ground were two spears. As soon as her hand touched them, they burst into pixels and were added to her inventory. She then backtracked to the other bodies and got the others, including the two from the previous battle. With three of the spears, a small pop-up window appeared asking if she wanted to collect the Thick Fur Hide from each Boreorc, in which she clicked 'Collect'.
When she had all five spears in her inventory plus some crafting material, she gave Veran and thumbs up. "That's all of them." She huffed from all the running. "Thanks for all your help. I don't think I would have been able to make it on my own with the way they all attack at once."

"Not a problem." Veran said with a small smile, hidden behind his bandanna. He waved away the drop screen that appeared in front of him, deciding to assign his stat points later. "So I guess we'll start heading back now?"

Slowly but surely, the wound on her arm was starting to heal. She nodded, turning on her heel. Though she was weary of hunters, she was glad she found one. Turns out archers are amazing back up.

Veran nodded, mostly to himself and followed behind her, though he was still a bit guarded. He didn't want to be caught by any monsters unawares.

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The First Day ~ The First Battle

|| LocationDaertalmos Online - Bale Forest ||


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"Take this!"

A rather loud squelching sound rang out immediately following this triumphant yell, and the speaker, one knight in blue, found herself staring confusedly down the now quite sticky haft of her glaive at the equally confused slime in which it had embedded itself rather harmlessly.

"Err... methinks you're supposed to be dead," She said nervously, giving a slight tug on the spear. The slime didn't budge, giving her a glare that suggested it was rather unamused by the sudden attack. "Look, the very least you can do is give me back my spear so we can do this properl- Wah?!" She got no further, for in another instant, several long tendrils of green goop began to sprout from the top of the amorphous creature. Not wanting to be close to it now that it seemed to be attacking, Aoife gave a violent tug on her weapon, trying to wrench it free and hastily backpedal beyond the clumsy creature's reach. Fortunately, the decreased mass holding down her glaive meant that this was surprisingly easy. Unfortunately, since she'd overestimated how much force to apply to recover her polearm, the end result was her staggering rather comically backward and falling flat on her rear, bonking herself over the head with the flat side of her own weapon's blade. She winced, rubbing her forehead and blinking several times, wondering what exactly had just happened, only to be jarred from her confusion by a sudden, surprisingly forceful impact square to her chest, knocking her fully onto her back and sending her rolling head over heels.

Stumbling to her feet, she glanced up at her health bar, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw that it hadn't depleted from the hit. Turning her gaze downward to her armor, she found her relief turning to unimaginable frustration when she realized that her once-pristine breastplate, which had taken the E Rank attack without difficulty, was now covered in sickly green ooze.

"Why you cheeky-!" She cried angrily, only to be once again interrupted by her formless opponent. Three more tendrils of slime swept downward like whips, one right after the other. But, this time, she assured herself, she was ready. Taking a step back with her right foot, she planted herself firmly, lowering her spear with her dominant left hand forward. Gauging the distance between her and her enemy, she waited until the moment the tendrils were within reach before twisting her right hand and lunging forward with her left, flicking the razor-sharp edge of the glaive upward to intercept the oncoming attack. It was a simple movement, but effective, carving clean through the first tendril and chipping away another quarter or so of the slime's hitpoints. Then, she reversed the gesture, bringing her blade back down like a guillotine, splattering the second tendril in the same precise motion. So long as she stuck to the basics, it seemed, she could fight easily.

It was around this time she realized that she probably should have just dodged, given that in the time it had taken her to deflect the first two tentacles, the third had managed to reach her, snaking its way around the haft of her weapon, and then around her hands as she raised them instinctively to block. With strength that was astonishing for the functional equivalent of a pile of animate jello, the slime drew back its arm, lifting her clear off the ground and into the air above it. Aoife held on tight to her glaive, not wanting to be disarmed, yet swiftly regretted this blind determination when she found herself being swung violently downward on the opposite side of the slime like some sort of human flail, slamming her head first into the ground. She groaned, the impact sending shocks through her whole body as she rolled over onto her back, shakily standing yet again, looking incredulously at the comparatively tiny blob that had just picked her up and thrown her with all the ease of swinging a stick. The slime drew back its remaining tentacle and reformed, beginning to lurch slowly towards her. Aoife gaped.

"Did... Did that tiny slime just suplex me?" She wondered aloud. It was hard to tell, given her adversary's lack of arms, yet she couldn't help but feel incredibly foolish for allowing herself to be so easily downed a second time. The humiliating manner of her injury was merely the final straw. Lowering herself into a crouch like an animal ready to pounce, she glared daggers at the hateful blob as it began slowly forming its matter into several long tendrils to continue its attack. However, regardless of its intent, it had less than a quarter of its hitpoints left now. She could finish it in one hit. Bounding forward, she closed the distance in an instant, ducking beneath an upraised tendril and snapped her left arm forward, driving the head of her spear clean through her enemy, splattering it as though it'd been struck by a cannonball. As the little bits of ooze that remained of her enemy began to dissolve into nothingness, Aoife found herself breathing a sigh of relief. She'd have hated to have to wash the sticky residue off her hands and armor manually.

...So of course, out of all the bits of slime that had been left over, those were the only ones that didn't vanish. Aoife stared down at her hands, giving an unusually transparent expression of disgust at the irritating glue-like substance that covered them, as though trying to melt this residue with the sheer force of her frustration.

Throughout the entirety of his life, Licht had never been one to enjoy pointless battles that did not fit a story or plot. He could appreciate unwinnable battles, though. Yet, this one served little purpose in his opinion. A level 15 player against a level 1 slime was not a battle at all, nor did he feel as though it ever was one even when he was a lower level (though to be fair, he had practice even before the beta). It was... well, quite boring to be honest. On Licht's end of the fight he was 'enjoying' himself with a pair of slimes, whom he had honestly paid very little attention to from the beginning. His superior stats meant that their attacks almost seemed to slow to a stop, and a person who was moving as fast as he was comparitively a god. Yes, how great he was. Such godspeed should make someone like Aoife envious, for sur---

*SLAP*

"Ow, rude!"

It was then that Licht realized he catered towards a heavy defense, not agility. In fact, he was about as agile as an elephant compared to people in similar level. So of course when he tried to dodge the slime-whips, it did not really go as planned. He felt a sharp pain on his cheek, where it had hit him, and if anything he was a bit irritated that this little monsters had the audacity to strike at him when it was simply a blob of nothing. So, with about as much effort as he put into anything that didn't involve video games, he stabbed a slime and it more or less detonated like a stick of TNT.

Well that was still rather anticlimactic. I guess we can go see what Aoife is doi----

*SLAP*

"Okay man, what is with these slimes? Don't they into fear?" Despite him being nigh impossible to murder unless he simply sat there for a bit, these slimes didn't necessarily feel the need to hold back with their slaps, and it was not nice at all, Licht thought.

*SLAP*

This time, it was Licht who slapped the slime with his sword. Well, it was actually a swing, but it had about as much effort put into it as a slap would. The slime, just like its brethren, mimicked a hand grenade upon being struck, minus completely obliterating Licht himself. Perhaps frustrated at how much pain his cheek had endured in a battle with the weakest monster in the game, Licht decided it would probably fun to see how Aoife was doing, and if she could even hold her own in a battle.

............
.......
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The answer to the last question was a pretty solid 'not really'. Even though he was getting slapped, if he were actually serious about fighting these slimes, they wouldn't amount to much of a fight at all. They didn't really provide the greatest challenge even in the beta, although to her credit they were apparently buffed in the final game. He didn't remember them being so skilled with their tentacle things. And, although he had seen more than enough hentai to know where this battle could have gone, he at least smiled at the fact that, despite seeing her fall on her ass twice in a battle with just one of these things, she somehow managed to slay it. Truly, this battle had inspired him to tease her to lengths he never thought possible, as she made it seem like it had been some impossibly hard boss fight, or her first time playing a Dark Souls game.

"You got one!" he couldn't help but put emphasis on the 'one' to let her know just how entertaining that was. That she beat but a single slime, and it was impossible for her to not know how silly it was. "That's like, your first kill, right? Congrats! I mean it'll certainly get tougher from here on out, but with that kind of skill you can probably maybe beat a goblin or kobold or whatever they had in this game!"

Aoife turned, noticing that although she'd only taken out one enemy, her quest had progressed by three. That must have meant that the hat-loving man had taken on two more slimes elsewhere. Truly, an impressive feat to face them and come out of it clean, aside for a small fleck of ooze on his cheek. She envied him that, compared to her own predicament.

Still, he seemed rather content with how things had turned out, hailing her victory with some very enthusiastic words. Aoife seemed to contemplate what he had said for a moment, shouldering her spear as she nodded to hersefl, evidently coming to a conclusion on how to respond.

...Yet again, she gave a formal bow, lowering her head respectfully. "Your words are wise. Although the road ahead may be difficult, the fact that one such as myself could defeat one enemy means that I may well be able to defeat another. I will keep this in mind," She said with the utmost seriousness, like a disciple learning from the words of an experienced master. "Thank you, both for your kind words, and for the assistance you have so generously provided in accompanying me."

There was not a proper word for the expression Licht made, hearing Aoife's sincere gratitude towards his blatant sarcasm. But if one had to try to describe it, it could be said to be the mixture of disgust and realization that she was probably not screwing with him. "...Well, no problem....? Keep it.... up?" he was not too sure how to reply since she was immune to his, well, character. It was as if she denied his very existence, and since nobody had ever done that before, he had no real way to cope.

Licht sighed. Somehow he would have to carry on, despite her obliviousness. "That should be three down out of ten, correct?" he QUESTioned. He did not think it the quest tracker was lying to him, and he doubted that Aoife had managed to secretly beat another slime while he was 'fighting' his own.

"Well? Venture forth, young one. It would be best if you learned how to fight for yourself. I am simply backup." Except, of course, for those other slimes that had aggro'd on him. Screw them.

"Indeed," Aoife said, nodding. "It was wrong of me to allow myself to be overcome by frustration," Declared the young Paladin heroically, turning her eyes to the horizon - although whether she was trying to look dramatic or was just searching for more slimes to fight, who could have said for sure? "This is a battle I must fight by myself," She said, nodding to herself, before turning back to her doubtless rather befuddled companion. "After all, if I cannot best foes such as these, there's no telling how poorly I'd fare in a truly... sticky... situation."

Learning from his past interactions with the girl, Licht opted out of asking whether or not the pun was intentional. It was safer this way. "Improving yourself in both mind and spirit through engaging and defeating foes is the fastest way to strengthen yourself, and to take your own power to the next level." he stated. He hadn't expected her to pick up the fact he made a reference to leveling up in there, but he couldn't not do it, that would be completely against his own personal character.

"Indeed!" She declared with the utmost seriousness, giving an emphatic nod before abruptly rouding on the woods, leveling her glaive and pointing dramatically down the path that lay ahead. "And I shall have many such foes to confront, for an enemy of justice is an enemy of myself. Let us go, Sancho Licht! At least seven more of our slippery adversaries must fall before our work here is done."

"Yes... let us resume our quest with haste, you eager paladin, you." Licht seemed to have earned himself a new nickname, and one he probably did not care very much for. However, since he was occasionally calling her Pally in his head, he figured she deserved that much. Pally the Paladin could be allowed to give him a single nickname. "Also you'd better not take forever. Girls fighting slimes with tentacles is not a healthy thing for a young man to watch for extended periods of time."

At least he was nice enough to warn her.




Aoife slumped back against the trunk of a sturdy tree, stopping to catch her breath as the last slime vanished into light. Her HP bar hadn't dropped by much, as she'd managed to angle most of the attacks she couldn't dodge into the armored areas of her person, but the impacts alone were enough to leave her joints sore, without even bringing into question the irritation of the sticky rainbow-colored ooze dribbling slowly down her torso. At this point, she looked like she'd been assaulted by the entire paint department of a hardware store.

Having taken Licht's advice to heart, she had managed to dispatch most of her foes with haste. That didn't mean she'd done it in a terribly efficient manner. In her hurry, she'd left several openings, and had, consequently, taken more than a bit of a beating. Her arms were still aching from a particular slime that had caught hold of both her glaive and her hands and tried to crush them inside its body. She sighed. I suppose it could have been worse, she thought. At least none of the slime got inside my clothing. That would have been more than just embarrassing.


Opening her inventory, Aoife glanced at what gear she had equipped. As she thought, the slime wasn't listed as a permanent status effect on her armor. In that case, it was probably just applied as a terrain effect to her gear that would be removed when she either left the area or unequipped her items. In that case, now that she was done fighting, it seemed like a reasonable enough idea to get rid of the noisome slime. There was just one problem.

Aoife glanced back up to the man in the Elf costume as he came strolling into the clearing. She raised a single hand, gesturing for him to stop. "Turn around and don't look this way," She ordered out of the blue.

Licht had offered minimal help during the rest of the quest, having decided it best if the woman learned how to fight herself. Of course, if she seemed incapable of surviving an encounter, he was ready to step in, but that had proved to be unnecessary. So most of his time was spent watching. Watching and waiting for her to finish up the encounters. He had to admit she did dispatch the slimes in a quicker manner than before, although her victories were always sloppy. That much was to expected from a noob, however.

He was relieved when they were finished. Now they (he) did not have to sit around, watching a hentai in the making. Although he was probably the one most eager to escape the area, he took a brief moment to look back upon the place and admire just how beautiful it really was. People put a great deal of time and effort into this place, and he was feeling sentimental. For about three seconds, then he decided to hurry up and follow his little companion. Strangely, however, he found himself being spontaneously ordered to face the opposite way as he approached the slime-covered girl. Weird. Why would he do that? Had she decided that it would be fun to play hide-and-seek? Perhaps there was a foe behind him? Or maybe....

No, it couldn't be.

He had a very strange thought pass through his mind. He thought that for some weird reason maybe the girl wanted to do something odd like take off her equipment. But he knew that was silly. He was probably just having an overactive imagination or something, because there is absolutely no viable reason for a person to just take off their stuff like that --- it was crazy.

And then he remembered where they were, what kind of situation they had found themselves in.

"O-okay... ?" he did not try to argue with the girl. Instead, he did as she instructed and once again faced the area they had just been. What was it about these trees that inspired such awe from the elf-clad human? Was it the way they gently swayed in the breeze? Was it their brilliant green? Perhaps, maybe, he was a tree in a prior life? If one believed such a theory, that is. Licht wasn't sure, but then again, he never was. He just kinda did things whenever without being sure of them and that was his core nature. These trees that lived, day in and day out, could also be said to be unsure. They were a computer program. Numbers. They existed not yet they did anyway.

What am I even pondering?

Aoife, for her part, watched the Swordsman carefully, waiting for him to either turn around or refuse to do so, for whatever reason. Fortunately, he didn't seem to question her orders, and did as he was told, facing away from her and staring off into space, completely motionless. Clad head to toe in all green, barely moving save for the wind rustling his clothing, he almost looked like some sort of tree.

But, that was a stupid thing to compare a person to, and Aoife didn't really care what he was doing so long as he wasn't looking her way, so, satisfied that he wasn't staring at her, swiftly dragged and dropped all her equipment from her gear slots back into her inventory, then hit apply. Her armor vanished in a flash of light, dissipating into pixels with an audible whine. She stretched, glad to be relieved of the weight of the platemail on her already sore body and arms. Still, relaxing though it might have been, she wasn't particularly keen on the idea of standing around in the middle of the forest in her simulated underwear. After all, even if this wasn't her actual body, it felt real enough to her. So, going back to her inventory, she set about re-equipping each piece of her gear in turn.

As one might deduce from his inner monologue, Licht had begun questioning his own being and what it meant to be himself. Was he a tree? No. Was he ever a tree? No. He was a person. A person with a very active mind and he also happened to have a very short attention span. Patience wasn't something he was great with, so like glass, his concentration shattered.

"Is there a reason I---"

Licht couldn't complete his sentence when his eyes were graced with the sight of digital skin. He couldn't help but notice that, aside from her boots, the girl was as bare as an avatar could get. Truly, the thing he feared most was revealed to have been true: the girl was crazy.

Not that he minded much.

"....nice boots?"

Aoife raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the sound of the hat-loving man's voice. She stared blankly at him. He gazed distractedly back. Aoife sighed and equipped her dress, relieved that, at least, it wasn't soaked in dead bits of slime anymore. Her cuirass followed shortly after as, with a single deft motion, she shut the player menu and turned back to the dumbstruck Swordsman. "It is very impolite to stare," She said pointedly, sounding less embarrassed and more... disappointed. Her expression hardly changed either, presenting an oddly understated reaction to what most women would have considered a grave offense. It might have even seemed like she didn't even mind, were it not for the faintest tinge of red entering her cheeks despite her best attempts to maintain her perpetual poker face. But, mastering herself, she did not make any comment other than this. Turning away without another word, she followed her quest marker towards the edge of the clearing, heading for the guard camp in the woods to turn in her quest. Unlike before, this time, she didn't wait to make sure Licht was following her.

As much as any other man would like to pretend he was 'used' to seeing the female form, Licht did not do so. That is not to say he was like your stereotypical shounen manga protagonist who bumbled around and became the incarnation of a beet just by seeing a girl's hand, but he could admit that although she was an avatar, he did think she was a fairly good-looking one at that. However, he showed as much reaction from Aoife's form as she did. He probably had a small tint of red to his cheeks, but what really showed was that he was more confused by her actions, being unaware of her reasons for doing what she had done. So he voiced such.

"Yeah, well, it's rude to strip randomly too." he replied to her as he followed behind, though she apparently didn't feel like saying much more on the matter. Oh well, so be it. If she wanted to strip at random intervals during this adventure of theirs, then he would not stop her.

He just wished she had been wearing the costume that won the competition.

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Character Portrait: Kissa of the Fel Forest

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With the battle won, required items obtained, and a decent amount of silver, Kissa headed back towards town. She carefully avoided the slimes on the way back, cursing under her breath as she passed the grotesque blobs. Upon seeing the brick road that lead into the city, she noticed the knight NPC smirking at her. "I see you got them!" He chuckled while pulling a small bag out, which activated a small window to appear in front of Kissa. She glared for a moment as she read over what she had received.

729 Exp.; 1x Novice Health Potion; 291 Copper; Novice Bracer [+ 1 VIT]

Hitting accept she sighed and started strolling towards the city. "Hey, wait! I have another favor to ask of you!" The helpless knight called, though to deaf ears.

Ignoring the poor knight, she continued to head into town. The bracelet she had received from the quest was nice, however it was far from what she was expecting. After all, he had said he would make it worth her while, and yet, all she got was a bracelet that boosted a stat by one single point. No, that simply wasn't enough and surly not what she had thought as 'making it worth her time'.


Thus, she headed towards the shops. Despite not having a single gold, she hoped to find at least one piece of decent equipment. Since arriving, she hadn't been into a single shop, so she wasn't sure how much things would cost. Judging by what the rewards from quests and in the field, she assumed there should be some cheap equipment.

The sun was starting to descend, making the gentle breeze nip lightly at Kissa's exposed skin. After glancing at the sky, she wondered how long she had been in the game. Was it universal when the sun went down or just in the town? The creators of this virtual world really had made it like the real one in many aspects, so it was safe to assume that it was universal.
Upon entering the third ring, she noticed there were a few people who had set up shops. This reminded her, she too should be working on her job skills a bit more. Finally, she escaped the nipping wind and tucked into the armour shop.

Slowly, Kissa opened the door to the Armour shop, peaking her head inside. The sight was astounding. In all the MMOs she had played, she had never seen a shop so meticulously organized and clean. Everything was sectioned by categories, and even sub categories.
"Oh good! A customer! Welcome to the Armour Shop. What can I help you with?" An excited and soft voice greeted her. Glancing over, Kissa noticed the small artisan standing behind the counter. She forced a smile and waved slightly before stepping further into the shop, closing the door behind herself. It was fascinating to be in such an organized shop, that Kissa almost forgot that the woman was a NPC. "You really have a nice shop. I like the organization of it." The NPC had no reply, but kept her smile and eyes on Kissa, as if waiting for her to speak.
"Right, down to business." Kissa sighed before stepping over to the medium armour.
She was surprised to only see two items in the window, despite there being several items on the wall and stands. Though, she guessed it only showed things based on a level range.

Both pieces of equipment were old leather, and decently priced. In addition, both had pretty good stat boosts. However, she decided to go with the last one, level 8 Old Leather Vest. The thought of wearing something so hideous made Kissa's ears fold down and her skin crawl a little. On the other hand, she tried to think of how helpful the armour would be in battle. If nothing else, maybe there was a hide feature, so that it didn't show that armour.
After letting her finger hover over the buy button, she finally clicked it, and selected to equip it now. Her tank disappeared in pixels, leaving the new vest equipped.- 357 Silver There was the sound of a light chime, like coins rattling against each other before the shop owner spoke. "Ah, I see you have chosen medium armour. Good choice. Anything else?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Kissa moved across the room to a desk with thread and books on it. A window appeared, letting her know it was the Artisan job skills. Since she hadn't leveled the job any, there wasn't much she could buy. Her eyes glanced at the bottom right side of the window that displayed how much money she had. Silently, she judged the pros and cons of spending money on job skills at the moment. It could help her make money, but that would probably be later on. On the other hand, saving up would help her in just a quest or two, to get a new weapon. Either seemed like an okay option, so she decided just to buy the beginners stuff to get it out of the way. Lv. 1. Thick Cotton Twine. - 15 Silver There was a single chime as she selected the first recipe, then another when she selected the second Lv. 1. Thin Cotton Cloth - 15 Silver

That left Kissa with 373 Silver. She selected the last recipe she could buy at that level, Lv. 1. Common Fur Hide - 15 Silver. There was one last signal that the money had been taken from her pouch before Kissa heard the sudden, rather deep, laugh from the NPC. "I see you got a lot of recipes. I hope you don't put me out of business."
For a second Kissa's face was blank as she turned and gazed at the still smiling NPC. Was that sarcasm from an NPC? Shaking her head, she waved one hand and headed out of the shop, with what little money she had left.

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Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 7 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Daertalmos

Daertalmos by ~Living-Dead Doll~

The world of Daertalmos.

Faclarebal

Faclarebal by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A large city where all new players arrive. There are tutorial quests, as well as race/class specific quests. There are also many merchants here. The town is known as the town of beginnings.

Blacksmith Fergus

Blacksmith Fergus by ~Living-Dead Doll~

As you walk into the small shop, you are greeted with a hellish heat and the overbearing sound of metal hitting metal. A small chime rings as the door closes and the sound stops.

Potion Shop

Potion Shop by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A small shop with rows of bookcases filled with odd potions and ingredients.

Armour Shop

Armour Shop by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A medium sized armour shop that contains armour for all classes.

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8)

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8) by ~Living-Dead Doll~

The entrance of the Bale Forest, full of low level monsters for newbie players. There are many paths and signs to help players find their way.

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21)

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21) by ~Living-Dead Doll~

Further into the Bale forest. The monsters where are stronger then before. [WIP]

Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

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Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Daertalmos Online. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 9 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Kissa of the Fel Forest
Character Portrait: Aoife
Character Portrait: Danriel Thanamor
Character Portrait: Licht
Character Portrait: Da'len
Character Portrait: Munio
Character Portrait: Veran, The Ranger

Newest

Character Portrait: Veran, The Ranger
Veran, The Ranger

"An arrow for your thoughts?"

Character Portrait: Munio
Munio

"If this world is my new home, I suppose I should make the best of it."

Character Portrait: Da'len
Da'len

(WIP) 'Sly as a dog? No way, I'm as sly as a fox!'

Character Portrait: Licht
Licht

"Stuck in a virtual world, or living in paradise? I'm a glass half-full kinda guy myself. I'm sure there could be worse things."

Character Portrait: Danriel Thanamor
Danriel Thanamor

An Elf Sorcerer

Character Portrait: Aoife
Aoife

"'Long Arms,' while an accurate descriptor of my weapon of choice, is a rather bland title. I would much prefer it if you referred to my profession as 'Paladin.'"

Character Portrait: Kissa of the Fel Forest
Kissa of the Fel Forest

A young Caith Duine from the Fel Forest

Trending

Character Portrait: Kissa of the Fel Forest
Kissa of the Fel Forest

A young Caith Duine from the Fel Forest

Character Portrait: Da'len
Da'len

(WIP) 'Sly as a dog? No way, I'm as sly as a fox!'

Character Portrait: Aoife
Aoife

"'Long Arms,' while an accurate descriptor of my weapon of choice, is a rather bland title. I would much prefer it if you referred to my profession as 'Paladin.'"

Character Portrait: Veran, The Ranger
Veran, The Ranger

"An arrow for your thoughts?"

Character Portrait: Munio
Munio

"If this world is my new home, I suppose I should make the best of it."

Character Portrait: Danriel Thanamor
Danriel Thanamor

An Elf Sorcerer

Character Portrait: Licht
Licht

"Stuck in a virtual world, or living in paradise? I'm a glass half-full kinda guy myself. I'm sure there could be worse things."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Aoife
Aoife

"'Long Arms,' while an accurate descriptor of my weapon of choice, is a rather bland title. I would much prefer it if you referred to my profession as 'Paladin.'"

Character Portrait: Veran, The Ranger
Veran, The Ranger

"An arrow for your thoughts?"

Character Portrait: Licht
Licht

"Stuck in a virtual world, or living in paradise? I'm a glass half-full kinda guy myself. I'm sure there could be worse things."

Character Portrait: Da'len
Da'len

(WIP) 'Sly as a dog? No way, I'm as sly as a fox!'

Character Portrait: Munio
Munio

"If this world is my new home, I suppose I should make the best of it."

Character Portrait: Danriel Thanamor
Danriel Thanamor

An Elf Sorcerer

Character Portrait: Kissa of the Fel Forest
Kissa of the Fel Forest

A young Caith Duine from the Fel Forest


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Daertalmos

Daertalmos by ~Living-Dead Doll~

The world of Daertalmos.

Faclarebal

Faclarebal by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A large city where all new players arrive. There are tutorial quests, as well as race/class specific quests. There are also many merchants here. The town is known as the town of beginnings.

Blacksmith Fergus

Blacksmith Fergus by ~Living-Dead Doll~

As you walk into the small shop, you are greeted with a hellish heat and the overbearing sound of metal hitting metal. A small chime rings as the door closes and the sound stops.

Potion Shop

Potion Shop by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A small shop with rows of bookcases filled with odd potions and ingredients.

Armour Shop

Armour Shop by ~Living-Dead Doll~

A medium sized armour shop that contains armour for all classes.

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8)

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8) by ~Living-Dead Doll~

The entrance of the Bale Forest, full of low level monsters for newbie players. There are many paths and signs to help players find their way.

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21)

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21) by ~Living-Dead Doll~

Further into the Bale forest. The monsters where are stronger then before. [WIP]

Armour Shop

A medium sized armour shop that contains armour for all classes.

Bale Forest (Levels 1-8)

The entrance of the Bale Forest, full of low level monsters for newbie players. There are many paths and signs to help players find their way.

Blacksmith Fergus

As you walk into the small shop, you are greeted with a hellish heat and the overbearing sound of metal hitting metal. A small chime rings as the door closes and the sound stops.

Faclarebal

A large city where all new players arrive. There are tutorial quests, as well as race/class specific quests. There are also many merchants here. The town is known as the town of beginnings.

Bale Forest 2 (Levels 9-21)

Further into the Bale forest. The monsters where are stronger then before. [WIP]

Potion Shop

A small shop with rows of bookcases filled with odd potions and ingredients.

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