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Odin was in an uproar. Or at least a kind of uproar, all around NPC’s were continuing about their normal tasks but the players weren’t engaging with them as readily as before. The normal light heartedness of the city had turned bitter, almost tangible. People cast looks around as though unsure of what to do, many low level players demanding answers from those of a higher level. It was obvious by the way everyone moved about that no one had any answers; if they did people would be gathered around that person and not so spread out as they hunted for clues. Qualthor observed all this as he entered the city from the Highlands, his eyes searching for any large group at all. More than a few people looked his way as he entered but none moved towards him luckily, he himself had no answers to give and being asked for some would just prove his point even more.

The message had been delivered earlier, the couple of lines that had sent the game world into a bit of a spiral. Qualthor had immediately tried to log out when he read this, he didn’t understand the full implications of it at first but he had known well enough to judge the truth off of that one simple fact. Since he couldn’t log out, he had to assume that it was the truth. He had tried to contact a game master or an administrator but was unable, a fact that made sense if the people running the game had suddenly decided to mess with the players. He needed information though, and that was what had led him to leave his normal adventuring and return to the city, information was more valuable than anything else right now.

The first thing he did once he was in Odin was look up a friend of his, a contact he knew that served as a rather good information broker. A profitable business in his opinion, you were selling a good that people needed and you could sell it over and over again without having to do anything more than wait for a buyer to approach you. A very agreeable relationship and one that he had taken advantage of more often than he could count. Qualthor moved through the city, shooing aside people who tried to talk to him as he made his way towards a player with the name of Kamerann. For whatever reason Kamerann had made his character short, perhaps the shortest character Qualthor had ever seen in game. He was glad in loose black robes and his face gave him the appearance of an old sage, the perfect look for someone trading information. With a smile Qualthor stood in front of him, a small glimmer of hope that he would have all the answers he needed in but a moment.


Qualthor stood in the middle of Odin now, people rushed by him in a rush but all he could do was stand there. He looked down at his hand, the way it seemed to be shaking. It took him a second to realize it wasn’t his hand that was shaking; or rather it wasn’t just his hand. His entire body was shaking, his mind was numb at this point and he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. For the first time in a long time fear blossomed inside of him, blossomed is the best way to describe it since it had wormed its way inside of him since he had gotten that message. Now though the fear was alive, filling him as he tried to figure out what to do. He didn’t even know how long he had stood there, it seemed like he had only spoken to Kamerann for two seconds when he had learned the two most valuable things of all, the first being that no one was able to log out and the second being that no one who had been killed since the patch had returned or been heard from. From what he could tell, death was death.

People probably thought he was insane now, Qualthor standing in the middle of the street shaking. Suddenly though he couldn’t help it. A laugh erupted from him, a laugh that just wouldn’t stop. He had finally gotten just what he wanted, a good challenge, a good game and a chance to be considered something more than a kid. He had gotten just what he wanted, and so much more. As the laughter ended, not abruptly but rather seeming to drift off into nothingness of silence, Qualthor moved. A more purposeful step to his stride as he made his way to the wave gate. He wansn’t okay with what was happening right now, on the contrary he was more than a little freaked out by it. What he did know though was that he needed information, he needed to know what to do or else he wouldn’t survive. The best place to get info, and probably the best dungeon to start with was in one place.

As he reached the wave gate he stretched out his hand and calling out in a shaky voice. “The Plains Capital: Heide” As light filled his eyes as the normal move from place to place started he had only one thought. “At least it’s not raining. It could always be worse, worse than being stuck in a game where a lot of people regularly kill each other and where a large number of powerful monsters are more than willing too also. At least it’s not raining.”