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Makayla had spent all morning reading the instructions for the VR equipment a little nervous about how it all worked. She didn't understand most of it, truth be told. From what she could gather, it was meant to be completely immersive; from pain to pleasure and everything in between. Makayla blushed, recalling what she'd read on at least the pleasure aspect of it and as a virgin, it was at the very least... interesting. She could feel it as her cheeks heated again, blush eating across her pale skin till undoubtedly they flamed like her hair. Shaking her head, Makayla took a deep breath. Slipping the headset over her hair she blinked as the light flickered on, a bright and cheery pale blue. Welcome User. The voice that spoke was feminine and pleasant as upbeat music began to play. My name is Maria and I am your virtual host. I see you also purchased The Floating Isles of Everleigh. The game is fully installed, would you like to play? "Yes, please" Makayla's voice was soft and borderline unsure as she answered the AI. The screen blanked for a moment before starting the game. Lights faded in slowly and once more upbeat music played. It was adventuring music, it was the best way Makayla could describe it, designed to put a bounce in your step.
The character select screen came up and she reached forward, clicking on create a new character. A list of races appeared; Brownie, Fauns, Humans, Phoukas, Red Caps, Sidhe and Slaugh. They could all be male or female Makayla noted and after a moment she picked Sidhe. It had been a toss up between that or a Brownie, but the wings had sold her. "The races are pretty cool" She whispered to herself as she began to design her character. The process took her near an hour and a half before she had settled on her appearance. A deep blue hair which was almost purple as she turned in the lights. The locks were wavy, but just a touch as they fell down her upper thighs. She'd decided to go with angel wings rather than fairy ones, she likes the look of the slender feathery appendages better and for now at least they were cosmetic, she'd need to learn to fly. Her eyes were the palest of golds that shimmered in the light. Her skin tone she hadn't messed with as it had matched her own pretty closely. Her body she had after much debating, decided to not stray far from her own natural appearance. The character had started tall and had been rather busty and for a long while she had debated leaving the options as they were. No way she couldn't reach the top shelf in the game with that avatar! In the end though, she found she liked the tiny version she'd come up with. Five feet exactly, small, perky breasts and a heart shaped rear. Slender legs and arms rounded out the look for her character. She still needed to pick a voice and finally settled on option nine, a sweet lilting voice; it seemed properly fairy like.
"Okay, now.. class" This would be the hardest part, in any MMO she'd ever played, Makayla had been a healer, but Everleigh didn't have healers in the sense of pure healers, the kind that only healed. They had hybrid classes. Knight, Seraphs, Bards, Primalist, Berserkers, Mystics and Slayers. Knights and Slayers were the tank-like classes with Knights being able to use all weapons and relying on strong shields for their party and themselves. Slayers it seemed used magic to tank, flashing between conjured weapons and highly defensive spells and combat buffs. Seraphs and Primalist were the healers of a sort. Seraphs dealt damage with either dual blades, chakram or dual whips and blessed their weapons with spells to heal, buff and debuff. Primalist seemed to use more magic, much like Slayers, pulling in beasts to control. While it sounded neat, the pet management seemed like it might be hard and if the pet died during a battle her utility would as well. Bards did ranged physical damage but also spent a lot of time singing to bolster allies. "This game is putting a big emphasis on support, that's really nice" Berserkers used their hands to deal most of their damage, their specialty seemed to be debuffing, to weaken foes. Mystics' were the mages though, even they played a dual job like all the others. They flexed between casting spells, providing succor to the other magic users by creating bonds and sharing their much larger pools of mara with others. They needed to link with at least someone else to be most effective, their tool kit came from blending other classes actions together while refilling resource gauges. "I think I want to be a Seraph. Out of the two healing capable classes they seem the best to solo with..."
She didn't have anyone else to play with, having been given the game and the rig as a present from her mother and father. None of her friends had one yet, the whole deal was not cheap. She could make friends in game though! "Okay.. Name'' She'd always gone by Seraphine in games but decided it was time for a change. "Echo" The name filled into the blinking space and then vanished. The opening movie began to play and she couldn't help but be amazed at how detailed and beautiful it was. The theme of floating isles seemed to be in every landscape there was, which meant flying would likely be key to all of exploration at some point. She had wings, how she flew would be obvious... She wondered how the other races flew.
As the cut scene ended she found herself in Cavale, the capital city for Eokilion. Gasping she turned around in a circle. "This place is beautiful!" Echo spent the rest of the morning exploring and getting the lay of the city as she did simple fetch quests. This was the official launch and beta reviews had been pretty spot on from what she could see. She had decided on dual blades to start. While the other two had the advantage of some range, once things were in closer it seemed like things might get hairy where the dual blades allowed her to close gaps and back flip away to safety. It was late afternoon and the server was packed with other players. She hadn't seen a player base like this in a game for a long time. However, it did come with some challenges. The first questing zone right out of the city was The Fields of Elysium, but she found it was hard to tag mobs and while she teamed up for some quests, she left shortly after. They had all been nice, but she wasn't looking for a party quite yet. This was how she found herself on the Quinx, a series of floating isles a few levels higher than she was.
Emperic Fenix were found on the first island Echo had found and were level ten, while she herself was only level seven. She had also discovered if she was careful, she could aggro them one at a time and with clever rotation of buffs and heals do enough damage to take them down in a reasonable amount of time. There was no shared tagging, so even in a group on the Fields of Elysium, there had been too few mobs for the sheer numbers of players needing to kill them. Panting she scanned the rippling grass, she needed to kill fifteen and she had been able to kill eight so far. A cool breeze brushed along her sun warmed skin and she gave a soft moan, eyes closing. A soft chittering caught her attention and her eyes opened. Before her was a Measleas, the name flashed for a moment with a shimmering text. "It's a rare!" It could drop some amazing loot! Between her and it was another Emperic Fenix. Looking around she didn't see anyone else and she did need several more of them still.
Wiping the sweat from her brow as another gust of wind blew across the isle, her dress rippling in the breeze. Her outfit was something else about the game she liked. It might have looked better if Echo had been taller but, even on her slight form it was amazing. Her dress was a fern fern green that fell to the floor, a high slight up her left thigh. Along that thigh was a thigh high stocking that was a warm brown shade like tree bark, with accents of red and pink like leaves at her foot and ankle. Her feet were bare for the most part with only her heel covered on both legs. Around her right calf was a similar stocking though it only came half way up her calf, with more red and pink and even gold at the top. Her arms were covered with fingerless gloves in the same shade of rich brown, near each shoulder was stained glass butterfly wing patterns in the same gold, red and pink accents. The dress rippled and flowed around her legs and seemed loose around her torso all the way up to her breasts where it tightened. Beneath the dress was a body suit of the same green, protecting her modesty. At first she had wondered how she would fight in it; it however had proved to be light weight and moved well with her agile movements.
Raising her dual blades, Echo gripped the hilt tighter as she pushed off from the grass with her bare feet. With the aid of her wings she glided across the sea of rippling grass and flipped mid air to hit the Emperic Fenix. As she battled, dancing to and fro, evading the claws of the mob and spinning to land her own blows she staggered at one point as another figure appeared on the other side of the Measleas. The distraction cost her and a cry of pain left her as the Emperic Fenix landed a bite to her exposed upper thigh. Silently cursing the new figure and her own foolishness she cast spirit transfer on her blades and began her attack anew. She could feel the pain as she moved, it wasn't as bad as if she'd really been bitten, but the pain was still there. She could also feel as each blow to the mob sapped it's spirit and transferred it to her wound, tingling along her skin with a pleasant cool sensation.
It took her a few more minutes before the beast was dead. She would have liked to take a moment, eat a honey cake to restore her mara, but she knew if she waited the prick on the other side would get the tag on the rare. In The end, it didn't matter. She watched as the shimmer attached itself to him, the mob locked. Swearing, Echo couldn't help but hope he died and the mob reset... if it didn't just fade. She wasn't sure how the mechanics worked here. Whoever he was, he was a dick. As she watched him fight, she couldn't help but become more and more upset at the progress he was making. Echo could admit begrudgingly that he was fighting well. He seemed to be a tankier class so a Knight or Slayer, he seemed to be a Knight though. She watched a shield appear around him as the Measleas case a spell at him. The more she watched though, the more her eyes misted with tears. He was going to kill it damnit.
Echo was like this in all games, she knew it wasn't an attractive quality, but she had been here first. She had been clearly clearing to it... Had he been here first, she would have respected that unspoken dibs and not even tried. She watched as the mob died. She knew she should walk away... not say anything, but like her indignation that he had dared to tag what had been hers, she couldn't not tell him what a dick he was. "I was clearing to that, you knew I was.. Why did you have to be so mean?" Her words trembled, as her pale golden eyes shimmered. She couldn't hide her feelings and her cheeks flushed. "Never-mind.." The word was almost whispered. "Grats on your kill... You.." She sighed, she could be the bigger person. Wiping at her eyes she tried for a small smile. "You fought well. Hope you got something good." Turning she surveyed the Emperic Fenix, picking her next target as she lowered to the ground, pulling a honey cake from her inventory. The small cake was topped with fresh fruit and cream. Lifting it to her mouth she took a bite, chewing carefully. She could taste the sweet honey in the cake, the bitter sweetness of the berries and the rich cream. "Mmmm" Her toes curled into the grass and Echo closed her eyes. She might not have gotten the rare, but she was still enjoying the game so far.
The character select screen came up and she reached forward, clicking on create a new character. A list of races appeared; Brownie, Fauns, Humans, Phoukas, Red Caps, Sidhe and Slaugh. They could all be male or female Makayla noted and after a moment she picked Sidhe. It had been a toss up between that or a Brownie, but the wings had sold her. "The races are pretty cool" She whispered to herself as she began to design her character. The process took her near an hour and a half before she had settled on her appearance. A deep blue hair which was almost purple as she turned in the lights. The locks were wavy, but just a touch as they fell down her upper thighs. She'd decided to go with angel wings rather than fairy ones, she likes the look of the slender feathery appendages better and for now at least they were cosmetic, she'd need to learn to fly. Her eyes were the palest of golds that shimmered in the light. Her skin tone she hadn't messed with as it had matched her own pretty closely. Her body she had after much debating, decided to not stray far from her own natural appearance. The character had started tall and had been rather busty and for a long while she had debated leaving the options as they were. No way she couldn't reach the top shelf in the game with that avatar! In the end though, she found she liked the tiny version she'd come up with. Five feet exactly, small, perky breasts and a heart shaped rear. Slender legs and arms rounded out the look for her character. She still needed to pick a voice and finally settled on option nine, a sweet lilting voice; it seemed properly fairy like.
"Okay, now.. class" This would be the hardest part, in any MMO she'd ever played, Makayla had been a healer, but Everleigh didn't have healers in the sense of pure healers, the kind that only healed. They had hybrid classes. Knight, Seraphs, Bards, Primalist, Berserkers, Mystics and Slayers. Knights and Slayers were the tank-like classes with Knights being able to use all weapons and relying on strong shields for their party and themselves. Slayers it seemed used magic to tank, flashing between conjured weapons and highly defensive spells and combat buffs. Seraphs and Primalist were the healers of a sort. Seraphs dealt damage with either dual blades, chakram or dual whips and blessed their weapons with spells to heal, buff and debuff. Primalist seemed to use more magic, much like Slayers, pulling in beasts to control. While it sounded neat, the pet management seemed like it might be hard and if the pet died during a battle her utility would as well. Bards did ranged physical damage but also spent a lot of time singing to bolster allies. "This game is putting a big emphasis on support, that's really nice" Berserkers used their hands to deal most of their damage, their specialty seemed to be debuffing, to weaken foes. Mystics' were the mages though, even they played a dual job like all the others. They flexed between casting spells, providing succor to the other magic users by creating bonds and sharing their much larger pools of mara with others. They needed to link with at least someone else to be most effective, their tool kit came from blending other classes actions together while refilling resource gauges. "I think I want to be a Seraph. Out of the two healing capable classes they seem the best to solo with..."
She didn't have anyone else to play with, having been given the game and the rig as a present from her mother and father. None of her friends had one yet, the whole deal was not cheap. She could make friends in game though! "Okay.. Name'' She'd always gone by Seraphine in games but decided it was time for a change. "Echo" The name filled into the blinking space and then vanished. The opening movie began to play and she couldn't help but be amazed at how detailed and beautiful it was. The theme of floating isles seemed to be in every landscape there was, which meant flying would likely be key to all of exploration at some point. She had wings, how she flew would be obvious... She wondered how the other races flew.
Wiping the sweat from her brow as another gust of wind blew across the isle, her dress rippling in the breeze. Her outfit was something else about the game she liked. It might have looked better if Echo had been taller but, even on her slight form it was amazing. Her dress was a fern fern green that fell to the floor, a high slight up her left thigh. Along that thigh was a thigh high stocking that was a warm brown shade like tree bark, with accents of red and pink like leaves at her foot and ankle. Her feet were bare for the most part with only her heel covered on both legs. Around her right calf was a similar stocking though it only came half way up her calf, with more red and pink and even gold at the top. Her arms were covered with fingerless gloves in the same shade of rich brown, near each shoulder was stained glass butterfly wing patterns in the same gold, red and pink accents. The dress rippled and flowed around her legs and seemed loose around her torso all the way up to her breasts where it tightened. Beneath the dress was a body suit of the same green, protecting her modesty. At first she had wondered how she would fight in it; it however had proved to be light weight and moved well with her agile movements.
Raising her dual blades, Echo gripped the hilt tighter as she pushed off from the grass with her bare feet. With the aid of her wings she glided across the sea of rippling grass and flipped mid air to hit the Emperic Fenix. As she battled, dancing to and fro, evading the claws of the mob and spinning to land her own blows she staggered at one point as another figure appeared on the other side of the Measleas. The distraction cost her and a cry of pain left her as the Emperic Fenix landed a bite to her exposed upper thigh. Silently cursing the new figure and her own foolishness she cast spirit transfer on her blades and began her attack anew. She could feel the pain as she moved, it wasn't as bad as if she'd really been bitten, but the pain was still there. She could also feel as each blow to the mob sapped it's spirit and transferred it to her wound, tingling along her skin with a pleasant cool sensation.
It took her a few more minutes before the beast was dead. She would have liked to take a moment, eat a honey cake to restore her mara, but she knew if she waited the prick on the other side would get the tag on the rare. In The end, it didn't matter. She watched as the shimmer attached itself to him, the mob locked. Swearing, Echo couldn't help but hope he died and the mob reset... if it didn't just fade. She wasn't sure how the mechanics worked here. Whoever he was, he was a dick. As she watched him fight, she couldn't help but become more and more upset at the progress he was making. Echo could admit begrudgingly that he was fighting well. He seemed to be a tankier class so a Knight or Slayer, he seemed to be a Knight though. She watched a shield appear around him as the Measleas case a spell at him. The more she watched though, the more her eyes misted with tears. He was going to kill it damnit.
Echo was like this in all games, she knew it wasn't an attractive quality, but she had been here first. She had been clearly clearing to it... Had he been here first, she would have respected that unspoken dibs and not even tried. She watched as the mob died. She knew she should walk away... not say anything, but like her indignation that he had dared to tag what had been hers, she couldn't not tell him what a dick he was. "I was clearing to that, you knew I was.. Why did you have to be so mean?" Her words trembled, as her pale golden eyes shimmered. She couldn't hide her feelings and her cheeks flushed. "Never-mind.." The word was almost whispered. "Grats on your kill... You.." She sighed, she could be the bigger person. Wiping at her eyes she tried for a small smile. "You fought well. Hope you got something good." Turning she surveyed the Emperic Fenix, picking her next target as she lowered to the ground, pulling a honey cake from her inventory. The small cake was topped with fresh fruit and cream. Lifting it to her mouth she took a bite, chewing carefully. She could taste the sweet honey in the cake, the bitter sweetness of the berries and the rich cream. "Mmmm" Her toes curled into the grass and Echo closed her eyes. She might not have gotten the rare, but she was still enjoying the game so far.