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Chained Worlds [RP]

Passion

Passion

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Fever Dreams
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The real world and the game world are now chained together.
A tale of players trapped in an MMORPG.

{Chained Worlds] [OOC Chatter} [CW: Profiles]
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You can still join at any point in the roleplay with approval. Please post a character profile, and I will be in contact! Once approved, feel free to join at any level or location. Running into new players is obviously common in MMORPGs, which means this RP should be very easy to slip into.
 
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How long had it been since the log out feature went dark? It had to be at least three real months by now. Three real months she had been stuck under this digital sky with little sign of that changing.

Great... ​

At first, Mint was scared like most of the players. Hiding away in her home in Evercrest, forced to listen to her neighbors cry and shout over the real-life breaking glitch that captured them all. While there were many theories, they were all stuck here with no sound idea of why. Not even an announcement from a GM to provide insight or comfort came. They were all prisoners playing this game.

What was even the point now? To keep leveling up? To hide away and wait for a fix? Eh, the elf didn't have the answer to that. She did notice many were playing the game more carefully or aggressively than before, and she had started to do the same.

Greed had found her in this stagnant world. As a healer, she was limited when it came to working alone, but she knew gold could lead her to power and some form of security in this alternative world more than ever.

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[Evercrest - Marketplace]
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"Why the hell would I pay you? There are plenty of healers around who will join a party for free. Do you even have any legendary items?"

"I think 1000 Gold for my services is more than fair, meat-head. I'm over level 50!" Mint slammed her heel down on the cobblestone path outside of the local potion shop. She was fuming.

The cleric managed to get into an argument with a Berserker around her level, but this wasn't too surprising. Some knew her around Evercrest as a fine healer, but not always the best party member. If only she was as sweet as her appearance.

"More like 200G, especially with that mouth of yours. Good luck grinding out there alone with your heals."

The elf huffed up, and her sweet elven voice rose in volume. "Well, I bet you can't afford me now because, guess what? News flash: my services went up to 2000G! Jerks pay double!"

Irritated, the warrior pushed the blue haired elf to the side with enough force that she stumbled and lost a pinch of her HP.

"HEY!"
He was walking away.
Shit. ​

"You are lucky I got stuck on this account and not my main, or you would be DEAD!" He kept walking, and a few who wandered by gave the yelling healer a double-take. Mint quieted down to lean back against the exterior wall of the potion stop to grumble to herself. - Why did the glitch have to happen when she was checking on her alt? Now she was stuck playing the one one class out of all them in CW who struggled the most to play alone.
 
He only planned on playing this game in his free time, a friend of his telling him that a Tank would always be appreciated in any MMO and that they were easy to maintain and play since he wasn't going to sink tons of hours into this game to begin with. He just wanted to see cool events, dungeons and raids so that is why he started to play but now he was trapped in this world.

He was making the best out of a terrible situation. He saved up gold from being the tank for parties venturing into the dungeons as well as putting time into the blacksmith skill where he could sell rather cheap items. He opened up a shop in Evercrest City. A two story building with his forge and shop on the first level and his bedroom and living area on the second. It cost him damn near all his gold and he was near broke again would have to start joining parties once more to acquire materials, gold and maybe a rare item or two to resell in his shop.

Evercrest - Marketplace
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"That will be 100 gold pieces, please." Kain placed a bundle of 10 Throwing Knives onto the counter top as an Assassin handed over a sack of a measly 100g to him. An all too sweet smile on his face as he finished the transaction.

"Please come again, maybe next time with a crafting request. If you bring the materials and the smithing text I can forge it. I will even give you a discount!" He called out to the player but they walked out without so much as a word besides what they came in here for. His smile dropping almost immediately when they had left.

His Smithing level was actually pretty high from all the hours he spent into it but he lacked the raw materials and smithing texts to start crafting higher level weapons and items. Not exactly a catch-22 but he can't make rare items until he gathers the rare materials or buys them. To buy them he needed money and to make money he was selling what he could but really his only option now was too close up shop and go adventuring once more.

There was a commotion outside the Marketplace but in the short time he had opened up shop in this district. When wasn't there one. It was one of the most active hubs inside of the game and where many people did business.

Turning the open sign around to closed in the window, he stepped outside and opened his menu to lock the doors to his mixed workplace and turned to see where the yelling voice came from.

"Well, I bet you can't afford me now because, guess what? News flash: my services went up to 2000G! Jerks pay double!"

Yikes. He definitely couldn't afford a price like that himself, even taking the fact she doubled it he still didn't have the gold in inventory at the moment but he was in need of a healer. Clearing content as a Tank took time and a lot of potions if he worked alone. Opening his menu to see that he only had 3 potions left and 800 gold meant he would have spend damn near most of it at the potion shop if he actually wanted to go out loot today.

"Hey you! Are you looking for a healer!" A voice called out from behind him as he started in the direction of the potion shop. Turning around to see a Holy Cleric but their level was only 10.

"Ah, sorry. I am in need of one but I was actually planning to go do some harder content today in the Forgotten Lands region, maybe when I come back I could help you through the Scorchlands."

Waving them off and wishing them luck he continued the short trek from his shop to the potion shop and stepped inside.

"Greetings! I need to purchase about 40 potions of healing." He put on a smile when walking inside, being friendly with the shopkeep knowing full well he wasn't getting a discount on anything.

"That will be 800 gold."

"Well you see that is about all I have really, I was hoping maybe we could haggle a better price?" He gave a small, short laugh but it didn't seem to do anything.

"Alright, I see. Well here you go then." With hesitation he pulled out the gold from his inventory and placed it on the counter and in return received all the potions he could buy at the moment.
 
*Well, shit, it is three months almost...* Night jumped from rock to rock on the shores of the sea. Her wobbling breasts still able to distract her if there was no imminent danger around. She felt that her outside life was something akin to a previous incarnation, the three months in game meant at least three days if not three weeks passed outside. She felt okay, so either she reached full awareness in the game, maybe with the possession of her soul, or someone did find her previous body outside and succeeded to keep it alive... Still, not able to log out, or even be sure if she existed in another form outside, Night went back to what she was doing recently.

Getting into the game to try it out, and choosing a sexy body to do it was also when 'somehow' this Dark Elf gained the maximum sized boobs possible at character generation... It was not like in real life, at least Night had no back pain from them and didn't found them in the way...at least, not for the acrobatic fighting she now preferred. When she realised thatshewas trapped... An Assassin going on a killing spree taught her that dying here is quite possible and really uncomfortable, the set back to gaining experience and even loosing levels for a time and thus access to skills, powers, and items was still the worse part of it.

Thus, she got into hunting beasts and monsters while doing quests thatwould not put her up against anyone obviously aplayer character. Sometimes it was harder to know, but usually the names and clothes, and the mish-mash of equipment was a clear sign that somebody didn't belonged to the scene. That was why she preferred blending in if she went into a city, dressing down - or more like up, as she preferred less clothes out in the wild.

She loved the game mechanics - other than the need to fight for her life -as it made her forget how the real world's elements would work against someone like her out there. Being able to just heal up with the right food easily made with hunting, Night got to exploring the limits of the game and the restrictions of the beasts and monsters. She no longer called it programming, as it least needed an AI to follow the variations she was able to make, see and experience. That she had gained experience and became a proficient hunter and even learned how to craft from all the gained material was a nice bonus, but becoming a naturalist - even if there was no real skill for it and she wasn't that interested in normal plants - surprised Night more. Knowing how the world reacted and when, unless there was a monster or another player character around let her become better blending in and in stealth too.

As an Assassin, she reached the level where she was now studying the elements to get better, thus the jumping from rock to rock on the wet shore. Also, she knew as much as possible about the dry land, but Night knew that the water - and what was under water - would provide her with new experiences. The only problem was that her gaining new levels became a crawl, and she would have to start on quests again and find others to work with to be able to survive higher level encounters. She stayed away from faction wars until now too, hesitating in hunting other players just because they was in another group. She stayed out of PvP too... evenif she still looked for any opportunity for it, but used in another meaning. It took a lot of effort to get nailed by beasts, and she still had to fight monsters to a standstill before they even considered giving her what she really wanted. She felt lucky that she found out the alternative to the killing blow, she just had problem timing it right to give a big enough opening for the monsters to devastate her HP without going over to outright killing, before she offered herself up and getting another kind of 'end' with a 'small death' as the french would say.

As most players would just rob her if she tried that, Night preferred taking on monsters in one on one. Killing them just enough for them to give up fighting, but not causing bleeding wounds or other continous damage that pushed them into death took skill and luck. There was maybe one percent she had to reach, where she could try for a more adult - and most of the time kinky porn - win. Interestingly enough the beasts and monsters not only had sexes and reproduction - even if it was more like just the appearance of a youngling - but their equipment worked just fine! Not that she had seen that much accentuated sexual acts between any of them at any time. It was more of a hidden feature, with the drive and heat turned way down.

But maybe the AI behind the world would catch up on it, and start turning on the 'heat', so to speak, even if it was just around her. Even if she was just interested in the male's members...

Until then, Night would keep running around in her battle-bikini with the exaggerated wielding of two bladed weapons, and hope that some of the players knew what it meant without her having to loudly voice her interest in both men and women when it come to humanoids.
 
His parents sucked...His life sucked. He had no job because he had no skills, and he had no skills because his parents never paid the damn tuition to send him to school. And he'd been fired because his folks always got in trouble or caused trouble at his place of work, leading to a crappy employment history.

This game was about the only real release he had. He wasn't a bad kid...Just had very neglectful parents and made the best out of the crap situation. When his mother wasn't whoring herself out to random johns, his father was busy beating on her after getting so hammered he made the communion wine look like tap water.

And...Unfortunately because of his situation, power wasn't always available. Which meant he couldn't play it as often as he'd liked. Even so, he was happy with Rath, his Orc Berserker that also served as a nature guide and survivalist. It was what he wanted to be....Free of this urban hellscape that was his life.

And when the big change happened? He couldn't have been happier.

Evercrest - Marketplace​

Rath walked into the marketplace, having just finished a huge slew of kills. He carried a fully stuffed self-chilling pack bloated with meat, a huge load of furs rolled on top of it to be sold to the traders here. He'd finally gotten out of the teens in levels, 3 months of hunting monsters and creatures and selling meat and furs to gain experience in his Wild Survival and Outlander skill trees. After he'd gotten those leveled, he would see about getting his Mercenary and Gladiator trees worked on next; he found an arena for the lower-level players recently, something he was excited about. It was tiered so that people could have a decent challenge without getting absolutely murdered. he'd heard tell that some monsters dropped good loot, but the best he'd found so far was trash mobs that dropped short swords and daggers. Not bad weapons, but for his class he needed maximum damage...But that meant he would have to level up enough to get out of the damn Mayleaf Plains.

Thankfully, being an Orc meant being able to not only take a hit, but dish it right back. The racial traits of Orcish Rage, Heavy-Handed and Terrifying Aura helped ensure maximum damage inflicted for his build, along with Bleed to Live that he selected in his Berserker skill tree. Something he would need to level up, as it would grant ever-increasing damage and damage resistance across the board the lower his Hit Points were.

"Oi!" Rath said to his first stop, the young shopkeeper's eyes going wide as he eyed the massive Orc and his even larger pack. "Y-Yes?" the young man asked, his green eyes shaking a bit as he took in the entirety of the Orc's hulking figure. And standing at eight feet eight inches tall, he was big even for an Orc, his body bulging with well-fed muscle. "The hell do you mean 'yes', I'm here to sell ya gob! Now buy all this meat from me!" Rath shouted, pointing a sharp-nailed thumb at the bulging pack on his back.

"U...Uhm, I do...don't think I can...Not enough gold you see...." the young man replied, Rath shouting "Then use silver or whatever other damn currency ya got! I ain't leavin' here till every scrap is offloaded! I killled a lot of animals to keep ya in business, runt, and I ain't gonna let yer excuses waste this perfectly good meat!" The young man gulped, "I...I know another butcher...He just opened up shop....Down the way....T-Tell you what...I'll buy half...I'm sure..he can take the rest..."

Rath straightened up a bit, tapping his fingers on the countertop of the stand. "Fine....But you better be right about this other butcher! Or I'll be back to snap your spine like a bird's wing! Got it!?" Rath replied angrily before punching his right hand with his own fist, the young man giving a little squeak as he nodded. "Now....How much...."

"500 pounds....I know my math ain't the greatest, but that's 1000 gold at 2 gold a pound, right?"

The shopkeeper nodded nervously, Rath undoing his pack and depositing well-butchered cuts of fowl, venison, rabbit and some more exotic meats like wolf and steelfish. Each kind wrapped in wide-frilled leaves to keep it separated. By the time he was finished unloading, the counter was completely covered in wrapped packages. Handing the Orc a small sack,he opened it, his UI showing the correct amount. "Pleasure doing business with ya...."

As Rath readjusted his pack, he woudl go further down the street, eventually seeing the woman arguing with a fellow Berserker. The stats showed up for the Level 50+...Which was basically all he saw since he was only Level 20. Well, that and the black skull icon next to his name, watching as the healer would chase him off after doubling the prices. Man...What a bitch! Shame too; she was quite pretty. He'd love to see if the world was actually as real as it felt.

Even so, who said they had to be friends? He could just go for it; it wasn't like they knew each other in real life. He was practically a shut-in, and frankly this whole life was a do-over. Time to play up the character.

"Oi, missy....Might try catching more flies with honey than vinegar!" he would call out, a hand at the side of his mouth to help project his voice, giving a hearty laugh after saying that. "I got 1000 gold I could give ya...But I think I'd get better service at the brothels! Hahaha!" Some who knew the healer would stare wide-eyed at the Level 20 Berserker, while a few more PCs and NPCs even got a laugh out at the brazen call-out for the woman's unprofessional attitude.
 
Resting back against the potion shop, she watched the marketplace play out. The mumbling of players buying, selling, trading, and even begging hadn't changed. If anything, Mint was sure the marketplace was busier than ever. It wasn't just her that had the grand idea that gold was now worth more. Now that everyone was tied to the game, why wouldn't you at least want the nicest house possible or use that gold for power? At the same time, there was still a lot of spending happening. Was anyone saving?

As a warrior walked into the shop, Mint was distracted by an orc stating his business loud and proud. It was near impossible to ignore. It appeared the player really had gotten into his role. It was rather entertaining to watch from afar, especially since Mint was terrible at playing out the personality of a healer or elf. She never had much of a chance or desire to play out such roles. Her friends needed a healer and wah-la.~

As she watched, the elf couldn't help but giggle as she caught wind of the shopkeeper's dismay with their newest customer. When his business was done, she was about to return back into the potion shop to finish up one of her daily quests; 150G for crafting a few potions was better than nothing, but he came towards her, and her pointed ears rang when she heard 1000G.

The healer gave the orc a long gaze from a distance and pulled up his player profile.

Huh? Only a level 20? Talk about some easy prey while also benefiting him.

Fueled by the laughter of the crowd, the elf snapped back and challenged his boldness with her own, "Yeah, if you just want to get sucked while making zero progress. Sounds about right for an orc." She had honey, but a lot more vinegar.

She pushed herself off from the exterior of the shop and to her feet. The elf then turned towards him with staff in hand. "But you know what you could do with that 1000G?" A contradictory sly smirk curled upon her gentle elven face. "You can give it to me, and you'll be invincible in the marshlands with the help of my healing." She wasn't lying.

"I think 1000G is worth some good progress. Even though I cleared that region a long time ago, bosses always have a chance of dropping something valuable." True, but she hadn't had the best luck on this account.

"What do you say? Hmmm?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Or would you rather spend it on some whore?" Greedy she was, and the brothel made some good gold, especially with stress high after finding out the inability to log out, but Mint was too set in her ways to get caught up in it.
 
Rath had thought his own joke was pretty good, the laughing of the other characters helping to bolster his own confidence. He felt a lot more powerful like this; Orcs had a nasty reputation in this game. They had bonuses for Intimidation because of their sheer size, but that also came with some drawbacks: Despised for one, a debuff that prevented most interactions from succeeding aside from using his own Terrifying Presence to 'win' the speech checks.

But even then, that only worked to a certain point; anything higher than 5 levels above his and his Terrifying Presence was essentially worthless. Worked better against NPCs, but player characters would be virtually immune to it if they were above his level by that amount. Needless to say, her own reply also got a good series of laughs...If only because it was so true. Sure, he would have the gratification he wanted, but his level progress would be a big, fat goose egg.

Needless to say, Rath was now on the opposite end of the public stunt. Players and NPCs chortling as she countermanded his comments with her own, making his brow twitch before just giving a laugh. Alright...That was fair, she got him.

But then she made a rather interesting offer: Give her the 1000 and she'd make him invincible huh? He pulled up her profile too...Damn, she was good. Level 56 Nature Cleric. It didn't show everything she had, but the bonuses to healing were...Just...Wow.

No wonder she charged so much, he thought...That could help with his grind to level up. Plus, she was pretty damn cute.

"Invincible huh?" Rath would reply, going over a bit closer to her as she explained her offer. His eyes roamed rather hungrily over her figure; damn she was nice looking!

But was it worth the headache given how he'd seen her treating that other Berserker? Maybe....Ah what the hell, wouldn't hurt to at least hear her out.

"Some whores....Plural. Please...I didn't plan on gettin' just one. Takes more than one ta drain me...Orc stamina dontchaknow." Rath then added. "'Sides, you really wanna be healing the likes of me? Even with all yer fancy magic, ye'd just be wasting yer mana."

Even so....It was clear her offer had intrigued him, as he then asked "Letsjusay I did procure yer....'services'....How long would I have ya around fer? Looking ta 'least get ta Level 30....Hell, 40 as quick as possible. Think ya can help wit dat?"
 
It took Night just a quick transportation by a return scroll to get to the city from the shores. She wanted to get the best price for the crafted hunting trophies she accumulated. While she had some rare materials and a couple of high quality crafted items - enough that she planned to put them up on the marketplace among players -, Night had a load of what higher level players with the real money would consider trash. So, she slinked through the marketplace dressed like one of the city dweller NPC's, even if for a careful observer her level and name could appear, it was not like anyone kept the 'out of this world' sight always ready, right? ... Right?

At least Night did not, much more interested in the reality of the world she was now living in. That her level and class helped her blend in unless she pulled her weapons out, and she was just a darker skinned NPC all covered up in clothes with a hooded cloak. Not that different to the locals, who was making upthe crowd other than the players themselves. Of course this disguise and blending in wasn't foulproof, soshe tried not to act that different from NPC's either. No, she was not giving out quests, just walked around looking for a shop she could sell to.

The young shopkeeper Night first found had no money, and she was not ready to buy his wares just to sell him hers, and maybe craft up a load of worthless low level things. She still made some exchange with him because the different areas his basic stuff was from. But then Night got directions and left for the butcher, who would possibly still have money to buy her stuff.

On her way, there was a huge orc and a light skinned elven cleric having loud businness - if she caught the scene right, it was about whores needing healing after him? - but Night was not distracted from her goal. The humanoid crowd and loud noises was disturbing her after her time alone out in the wilds, and all the pachouly smells was making her stomach turn a little.

Finally arriving to the butcher, she happily sold as much of her basic materials as the shop could buy. Still left with the crafted items and costly materials, Night started to look around where she could find the Player's Market, but realised that maybe she should just set up shop on her own. It would out her, as a player, loosing her disguise, but maybe she could use her exotic looks and sell faster than waiting for the Market to get through. Obviously there was a possibility that she would be able to get a better price through the Market, but they do took their price for it. At least she could check the prices as long as she was close enough.

She had a lot of various barbaque, and a couple of almost magical fish pies. All good for healing, some even provided boosts of various kinds for a couple of minutes... But she was proud of the ones that gave back Mana, with two rare - and spicy - one that would fuel someone's Rage...

And of course various leather / bone items, antlers, and other trophies to sell too. She set the selling prices to a little lower than she could gauge on the Market, but planned to stay only for a short time and sell as much as possible, before offloading the remainder to the Market and going to her next stop. Maybe when the night came...
 
Marcus was glad when the game trapped everyone inside he was on his main, the mage Itzam. He was currently upgrading his elemental spells, though fire and earth was his main. Air and water needed to be upgraded quite a bit before he considered himself a proper mage. Still being level 63 wasn't something that he considered to be low. His enchanted skill was more than halfway upgraded and even though he hadn't been to the pit yet he was hoping to find someone to help with a couple of raids he wanted to do. He heard there was a legendary weapon he could get his hands on that helped in his dps. A weapon that boosted his magical abilities and was pretty much a mage staff.

Itzam was on Aquilae, she had been with him for a long time. Around a month ago he found her and had been his trusted mount. Soaring through the air was so much better to him than being on the ground, he could have warped but Itzam always felt better in the air. He was heading his way back to Evercrest, he needed to stock up on potions and repair his armor and weapons anyway before making his way to the pit, though he knew that anything was possible these days and the more he explored this place the more he discovered stuff that even the devs tried to hide.

The giant eagle dived towards the marketplace and landed. Itzam hopped off and grinned as she vanished into his inventory. He didn't care if he scared half the town center for landing out of nowhere and without warning. Around these parts he was known as a slaver, he took either npc's or player characters and sold them off for a high price. It was amazing what people would do for a bit of gold these days. Itzam enjoyed his slave operation, he'd raid villagers wherever and whenever he pleased knowing that slaves were a great resource.

He looked around as he wondered where the best place would be in this marketplace for what he needed. He overheard the argument about healing and price and he couldn't help but to laugh at the conversation. The elf was pretty, he had to admit that. He had a home on the outskirts of the city, he enjoyed it that way as he knew he could hold his slaves better that way. Itzam remained quite as he looked around and waited to see if anything would happen.
 
"Pleasure doing business with you." He lied through his teeth and a smile on his face as he pocketed the potions into his inventory and turned on his heel to exit the potion shop.

Commotion still was happening outside with the Elf Cleric, but now it was with an Orc. It really wasn't any of Kain's business. He didn't have the funds to pay for a Healer and he wasn't looking for one that was so loud and required so much, no matter the fun he could imagine having at their expense. Living in this world. In this game. For three months now he had started to change, to delve into dark desires he always wanted to in the real world and now with those shackles gone he couldn't help himself but still the layer of nicety still laid on top.

As he prepared to step out from between the two he stopped himself when hearing that the Orc wanted to level as fast as possible.

"If you would like to level as fast as possible, I'm free to tag along if you would like to venture to higher leveled regions. It is risky but I would have no issues pulling and tanking the mobs." Interjecting himself into the conversation, his attention turned more towards the boastful Orc that was too into his character right now. Truthfully he just wanted to see what would happen if the Orc and Elf was interested in the proposition. Kain needed raw materials for smithing and sometimes the lower regions held those strange region specific smithing materials one would need. While out tanking for these two, who knows what could happen to either one of them.

"I am really just needing raw materials from any of the regions, for my shop across the street." He pointed with a thumb towards the closed Smithy across the road.

"Of course, I plan on heading to Forgotten Lands so if you wish to stay in the Marshlands by all means don't let me stop you." Kain was rather well equipped for a Tank and even for his own level of being 52. His armor was enchanted and he would make a good tank with his stats, better than some Tanks at a higher level then him. He had raided and worked with a group in the past but well.

He doesn't talk to them anymore.
 
The elf chimed right back with a smile on her face, "Invincibility!" With their level gap, it would be easy to prevent the orc from dying in the marshlands. She wouldn't get much experience, but with the payment and possibly loot, she could make due. At least with how she stood, she cared more about gold than leveling, mostly since she was limited on what she could do alone, but she didn't want to fall too far behind; that might make her an easy target instead.

More than one whore? Of course. Her silver eyes narrowed in irritation. It appeared the men she had been bumping into today wanted to get under her skin, and maybe she was easy to get worked up, but before she could make a snarky remark or answer the orc's questions, the warrior that entered the potion shop earlier had joined their conversation.

Mint pulled up his player profile to find a similar level to her own. Hm... The elf that usually spoke before she thought went quiet as she considered the proposition. If they went to the Forgotten Lands, they would need to carry Rath. With that much of a level difference, that would mean the powerful orc might be a glass cannon unless he had some tricks up his sleeve. Sure, she could do her best to keep him alive, but she couldn't promise the invincibility that she once promised. There would be a lot of pressure to keep them both healed. Such a pain, but could lead to a much better deal.

The woman who stood barely over five feet looked between the males in wonder. "Can we pull that off? I'm sure we could at least endure it out there without a full party, but I don't know what kind of progress we will end up making. But there is a lot better loot and experience in the Forgotten Lands." She hugged her staff close, now missing some of her confidence.

She turned towards the orc with a taunting, but playful smirk. "You feeling brave?" With a pause, her expression melted away and her eyes lowered. "I hope you are because I don't think I can promise a level 20 that they won't die in the Forgotten Lands, so I'm willing to change my deal." Her gaze shot back up. "If you don't die by the time we or you are done, you owe me 1000G. Depending on how many monsters we kill, I'm guessing we could get you up ten levels, if not more before we need to return back." Greedy she was, but she did try to play at least somewhat fair.

She looked back over to Kain for reassurance about the offer she made, "I think that is fair, right?" She thought so. "Since I can't pull this off without another level 50 plus, you don't owe me unless you end up playing bad." She giggled, but she meant it, although she didn't have any way to enforce it. "If you help out enough, maybe I'll give you my share of resources. I don't really need them, and they don't always sell very well anyway..."

Mint stuck out her hand and her inventory appeared. She tapped a few times and inserted their usernames. Both of them would get an invite to a party to accept or deny. "Let's get going, shall we?" Either way, she was going with one or both of them. Time was gold, and she wasn't trying to waste her time.
 
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Rath seemed interested. Truth be told, even the Marshlands were becoming a bit too easy. Some of the bosses were still tough for him, but he'd figured out their attack patterns enough that he could farm them if he bothered to. But he didn't...There was far better fights out there. Stronger ones. He was playing this Orc as he felt an Orc should be played...And as far as he was concerned, this was his life now. And he was damned if he was gonna let anyone tell him what to do anymore.

Hell, he didn't even know if his body was still around back in the real world. And frankly? He couldn't fucking care less. What awaited him back home? Fuck all, that was what. Shit parents in a crumbling house that they were probably going to get kicked out of anyway. At least here, he could be something. Be someone, even if no one else might notice.

However, he soon found another offering his help. The Forgotten Lands huh? Obviously he hadn't gone there yet; he'd get massacred. He might be braver as Rath, but he wasnt so far into a deathwish that he wanted to chance dying. He'd come damn close a few times, and frankly he wasn't about to throw it all away. He pulled up this new player's information. Kain...A Tank.

"Hmmm...I might be....That is, if ya both don't mind that I can't damage nearly as much as I'd like ta." he would say; in the marshlands, he would be able to at least do as much damage as possible since the enemies were around his level and lower. In the Forgotten Lands though? He'd be at a huge disadvantage; even with his Orcish Warblade that he'd tried to enhance, allowing him to ignore Physical Damage Resistance for creatures/monsters matched at his Level and lower and dealing the Heavy Bleeding debuff...Well, that went out the window. The level penalties alone stripped a lot of his key features, and the sheer difference in Level would be a huge hamper on his base damage.

Even so, the Elf's offer was indeed fair...Though in all honesty it was mostly because if he died he would likely just wind up back here anyway. Well, he assumed he would...He had been fortunate not to die yet.

"You know...Fuck it....I'm in....Just give me a quick moment..."

At this Rath ran off to the other butcher that previous player told him about after accepting her invite; soon that lovely shouting occurred again, some Orcish choice swears coming out and within a few moments, the rest of Rath's pack was emptied, and thankfully the fur trader was just across the way. Another 1000 gold for the remaining 500 pounds of meat, and another 500 for the 100 furs he had. And with that, his gold sack now carried 2500 hundred extra gold.

Running back up to her as she might get their ragtag group ready, he would say, "So, assuming I don't die...That's 1000 gold right?" He then looked to Kain, eying the impressive armor the guy wore. This guy was decked out for combat...He could respect that.

"Say, Kain....If ya don't mind being a punching bag for a little while, I'll throw some gold at ya as well." Rath offered, reaching into his inventory and pulling out a shriveled black-green heart. "Plus....I got this. Fought a Hidden boss in the Marshlands for probably 24 hours straight trying to get her to drop it... Got lucky on the last few attempts."

If they would inspect the item, they would see it was MASSIVELY overleveled for him and thus he couldn't use it...Yet. The stats would read:
*Item Name: Heart of the Drider Queen*
*Item Requirements: Level 40 (Buff scales to player Level)*
*Item Type: Consumable (Permanent)*
*Item Buffs:*
+20% Damage Resistance base, plus 1% additional Damage Resistance per character level when consumed upon Level Up*
+20% Ability Enhancement base, plus 1% additional Ability Enhancement across all Ability Levels when consumed upon Level Up*
+20% Agility Increase
+200% EXP gain when fighting Boss enemies (once per in-game day)
+20% Armor damage against Light and Medium-Armor type enemies, plus 1% additional Armor damage per Level,

"Turns out that one has a couple extra difficulty levels....Though I'm sure you lot already knew that." he would say, pocketing the item back into his inventory. "And a challenge mode...10 Levels higher...Have to stay before ten percent of your max HP for the entire fight. Not hard for a Berserker...Especially if he's wearing this." He then pointed to a necklace of bones around his thick muscular neck: The Cursed Necklace of Dire Akgamara. In exchange for reducing passive regen to 0, it offered staggering damage boosts and damage resistances base on how low the character's health was. It was an Orc-locked racial Item, done by doing a massive and pain-inducing low level quest to find 100 different Akgamaras and kill them in the Marshlands, then turn each one's skull into bone fragments that they presented to the Skortchclaw Chief in the Fetid Marsh subregion. They offered shit experience for how hard they were to fight, so most players didn't even bother with them.

But then, he hadn't run into many Orc players either....A damn shame, their battle bonuses and sheer survivability made them a Berserker match made in heaven. And with this? While it probably wouldn't do him much good now, it would certainly start kicking real ass once he leveled up.

"Anyway....I got 3 of them by doing the Drider's Queen Survival Challenge...3 times. Not a fun fight...Aw, who am I kidding, it was, but even that gets old. Anyway...You two help me, and I give you both one each. Got some nice buffs on it, especially for a Tank. Might not do much for a Healer, but that Ability enhancement might come in handy, ey?"
 
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It seemed like everyone was in agreement into going to the Forgotten Lands to farm. Kain had a good feeling that something good was going to come from this but what it could be was what needed to be explored and found. "Of course, I have been solo grinding the Forgotten Lands. I know them pretty well by now and the enemies." He looked down to the invite from the Elf and reached a hand out to accept the invitation. Rath and Mint's health bars appearing in the top left of his view as Rath proclaimed her needed to do something real quick and that he may even reimburse Kain for his efforts in this.

His eyes turning to Mint who spoke of playing bad and reimbursing her if he did so. "Don't worry. I'm more than enough, just keep your eyes and magic on me and you will never need another Tank again." He was confident in his abilities to lead this group and to be at the front, to keep them protected on his whim. Even if his class didn't do the most damage, he was high enough level with a good enough weapon and skillset he was still dangerous and they would be against dangerous enemies that he could decide to stop blocking.

"For your resources, I would love to discuss a way of obtaining those from you." He smiled and turned his attention back to Rath who was offering up an item if everything went well. Kain, reading it over pondered for a moment. If he didn't need the item he could always smelt it down for materials or sell it in his shop if he decided too.

"Sounds like we are all in agreement then. Just don't get in over our heads on how many enemies we fight and I will keep them distracted and keeping you safe, just attack when you can."
 
The orc then ran off to fetch something, and while they waited, Mint glanced over in wonder at Kain's statement. "Rather bold claim." She lightened the statement with a laugh. "We will see about that. You know how it goes. Party up, then probably never see each other again." She looked about to the sea of people weaving all around them taking care of their business. All trying to make sense of their new fate, as their hobby had turned into reality. They were no more than randoms to each other. "But, sounds good in theory. Most of my friends were already offline for the night before the glitch happened. So, I'm trying to fin-..."

The orc came running on back, she was quick to confirm with a bright yet gold hungry smile on her face, "Yup, only 1000G for all the heals I can muster!" She sure hoped she could pull it off, but with 1000G on the line, she was gong to give it her best. At least she was transparent about the risks, especially since the trio never worked together.

Curious, Mint scanned the heart to see its stats. "Oh? Permanent?!" Almost didn't matter what stats it was offering if it was permanent. Her face that was once lit up with excitement abruptly turned into disgust at a realization. "Ew, I would have to eat that thing though. I bet it tastes bad! If only we could at least escape terrible taste in this damn game." She placed a palm on the side of her face and turned her head in thought. "But I've drank some pretty gross potions before. Bleh, the things I do for potion crafting, I swear." She would more than likely take it to debate it later. She would be the one needing to feel brave.


Enough stalling, Mint led the way towards the looming warp crystal that was just right out of the city. She stepped on up, and a menu appeared. She selected the Forgotten Lands and selected: [ENTER AS PARTY]. A screen then popped up that read: 200G x3 = 600G. Mint sighed and opened up her inventory, and after a few taps, three blue tickets appeared in her hand; [Warp Passes]. "I don't know about you guys, but I make sure to try to do dailies to get these. My treat this time." She offered the passes towards the screen, and they fizzled away along with the total screen.

Then the elf walked up towards the crystal and disappeared... to only reappear in the Forgotten Lands.

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[Forgotten Lands]​


Ugh, this place was always so depressing...

It appeared to be even forgotten by nature as the muted brown grounds, the murky shells of a lost city, and cliffs blanked the landscape as far as the eye could see. The terrain went on, until a towering cliff, where a boneyard rested upon with the remains of beasts and humans. On the way towards the cliff, players can find an abandoned mine where strange sounds and even screams pour from deep within the dark depths of the cave.

The party would find themselves near the Forgotten Lands' warp crystal; it would be free to return back to the hub, and no monsters yet roamed by leaving it one of the few safe havens in the region.

Mint would take a few steps forward, trying to peek ahead to see if any other players were in the area. It didn't appear so. That was both good and bad for them.

When her party all passed through, Mint would turn around with staff still in hand. "So, we should probably focus on the mines or boneyard. I'm voting for the boneyard since the mines really creep me out. I hate Screechers..." She cleared her throat. "Only disadvantage with the boneyard is that we have more directions to cover since it is so open. The mine is narrow unless we find a cavern, but we might be able to work in a lined formation. Still, I find the mines pretty difficult compared to slaying some pile of bones."

She turned away again to face the sea of dry land. "Let's start out with some skeletons nearby. We should see what we are working with as a party." She looked over her shoulder, "Rath, unless you have another account, guessing it is your first time here. Watch out for the glowing skeletons scattered about the mobs. They are corrupt and probably will one shot you. The rest, I should be able to keep you alive for a few hits." She pointed her staff ahead. "Let's go!"

While she expected the tanks to charge ahead to find a batch of skeletons, Mint lingered behind for a moment. Her staff came alive with a frosty blue glow, and magic poured from her to bless the party a few times with a basic stack of spells. While many went traditional when picking a nature subclass with flowers and trees, Mint had made her character with the thought of the refreshing cool breeze on a summer night that would wash over the party with hints of powered snow; It may or may not have been really hot the day she made this character.

Applied to all:
[Invigorate = 25% +Physical Attack & Max HP for 10 mins]
[Protect = 25% +Physical Def for 10 mins]
[Flurry Restore = Party regen, 10% a second for 2 mins]
Total mana cost = 35% (Mint's regen at 5% every 3 seconds)
 
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The party was ready to leave and as they approached the warp stone, Mint had been the one that was going to use the tickets you could grind for as a treat. A small tug at the lips of Kain into a smile. "Why thank you, I am broke after all." He had some extra tickets himself to warp but she had been the one to offer first and he had no reason to turn it down. The crystal being activated, she was the first to step through and he followed right after being brought to the Forgotten Lands.

When Rath had stepped through Kain was looking towards the center of the broken city. He had only ventured to what could be considered the 'gates' of the city that was once here, but never to the heart of it. There was also the mines and the boneyard nearby that they could travel to and Mint had put in the suggestion of going to boneyard out of fear of the Screechers in the mines. "Hmmm. The Mines would be easier to keep enemies in front of me and you two behind, but that crowded space could also be turned against us if an enemy got behind."

Mint had the same thought as he did about the two areas.

"Let's Go!"

The buffs she gave were actually quite helpful. The Protect buff being a percentage base spell really boosted the physical defense that Kain already had significantly. Already had he soloed some of the content in the Forgotten Lands with enough time and potions but with a healer giving him buffs like these he really didn't know how they wouldn't get through this. He was wearing the full platemail set of the Black Orchard Knights, an old in game group of Knights that once existed long ago in the lore of the MMO. It gave superb defensive stats the spikes scattered on the armor in tactical places weren't for show. Any time an enemy dealt him damage, he would return 3% of the damage back to them -- not an insanely powerful statline but as a tank it built up over time.

Equipping his sword and shield he took the lead of the party. Heading straight for a group of three wandering skeletons. The game still worked as an MMO for the most part and with Kain being the first to be spotted he was the one to aggro the wrath of the skeletons that turned and clambered towards him with weapons raised high. "Just take your time Rath and time your attacks, I can hold these off for some time." He needed to see how much damage Rath could even contribute towards this level of difficulty. If he would be any help at all or would he have to do hit and run tactics.

Kain may have to carry the burden of this run...

[Kain's Items]
[Knights of the Black Orchard Armor -- 100 Physical Defense, 55 Magic Resistance. Upon receiving Physical Damage, return 3% of damage back to attacker ][Set Bonus: +45 Physical Defense, +20 Magic Resistance]
[Brightroar (Sword) Active -- The blade glows with a bright orange fire and deals bonus 200% extra attack equal to total Physical Defense][Active Cooldown - 2:30]
 
Rath unfortunately did not have one of those tickets; he didn't really have much of a chance to grind for items. In a sense, he was starting from ground zero. But now that he was trapped here? This would be his new life, even if he had to kill to protect it. Needless to say, he nodded as she explained that this would be difficult. "Let's see how this goes first before we decide anything. Unfortunately, I didn't really have much in the terms of friends to play this with...Didn't really have time to play it all." Rath stated, his body standing straight up as he tried to adjust his load.

At her signal, he would see a new area after following her and Kain through the portal that sprung up...And immediately he noticed how heavy the air was here. It wasn't like it was physically suppressing him...No, it was like it was raw with deathly energies. Being a Survivalist, he noticed different regions had different sensations, and even different areas within the same region had subtle differences.

He kind of spaced out as Mint voiced their plan of attack; he was far more focused on how foreboding everything was. This place was evil...He had fought the Drider Queen many times, gotten thrashed, poisoned, slashed and bludgeoned....But this was just potent. It made his hair stand on end, his spine shivering as the deathly aura of this place washed over him. His hands shook, those tusks in his lower jaw hanging a bit lower as his mouth gaped, the crushing presence of the Forgotten Lands rolling over him.

Kain's words shook him free though, along with the buffs that Mint cast on him. He felt a purifying essence run through him, his body feeling stronger, the air feeling more...Normal. Like it did back in the Marshlands. Like in the Hub. It was here he knew that he had to get stronger...And that meant not being afraid. Besides...Being a Berserker meant facing the challenge head-on.

"Thanks...The both of ya." Rath would say, unslunging his only blade. It was his first rare drop, and the only high-powered piece of gear in his inventory aside from the necklace. He wore no other armor, and had no other real items that might give him a boost. He definitely didn't want to die....But he knew there was a chance he might. And despite his want to play like a madman like he could in the Marshlands...That would definitely get him killled.

[Rath's Items]

[Orcish Clan Warblade - 2-Handed Greatsword -- Level 20 Melee Weapon (Power Scales to Player Level) - Physical Attack Power 150 - Rage Damage Bonus +10%
[Traits -
Bleeder - Criticals stack. When stack reaches 10 or more, the next Heavy Attack inflicts the Bloodied condition
Blood for Blood - Each time you take damage, your next hit will inflict the same amount. Only active while Enraged
Heavy - Overcomes 5% of enemy damage resistance against slashing and bludgeoning attacks
Serrated Edge - Attacking a Bloodied enemy grants an extra 10% Physical damage on hit ]

Once the skeletons might engage Kain, Rath howled, proc'ing his Enrage; soon, a reddish aura surrounded him, his eyes becoming bloodshot as his own HUD lit up.

[Enrage Active - 10 min duration
+20% Physical Damage Resistance
+20% Physical Damage to unarmored opponents
+20% Resistance to Status Effects
+20% Bonus to Strength, Agility and Fortitude]

And as the first of the Skeletons would hit Kain, his blade would connect...And shave off a pitiful amount of its health. But then, it was over double his Level...So he had to expect this wouldn't be easy. Even so...Seeing such a weak output made him snarl.

"You undead fucker!" he would say, managing to duck as another Skelton would swing at him.
 
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Letting Kain take the lead, Mint's attention was mainly on Rath's HP bar. The regen spell that she added to the party would work as a buffer for some minor damage, but she knew there was a high chance she would need to use more direct healing. However, as of now, her healing magic wasn't needed, but at least she could provide a bit of damage still with her natural icy class. After all, the game didn't make it entirely impossible for a cleric to solo.


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[Frost Cloud]​

A spell came from her staff that appeared as a fog of blue that shimmered with cool tones of light. The cloud raced beyond the tanks as a cool gust of wind, and hurled itself towards the two untouched skeletons to do a small amounts of damage over time for as long as they were kept in the cloud. Her party would be immune to the damaging cold, and while it was an attack, it was also a passive heal to her party if they were caught up in it, but it may be a bit hard to see in the thick of it to party and foe. Mint's mana would drain for as long as she kept fueling the cloud, but she knew she had to remain mindful of her mana. This was the place she was supposed to fight for her level, and yet they were far from having a full party!

"Ugh, I wish I could just go in there and smash them!" Clearly, the healer picked the wrong class, but at least from the back, she got a good show of the battle. She sure hoped they could pull this off.

While they were successful with keeping the trio of skeletons busy, one of the corrupt skeletons that Mint had warned about came running from behind one of the broken towers from the distance. It was faster and stronger than the rest, and it was glowing with energy from the land of the corrupt that had weaved its way all the way to the Forgotten Lands. It had a rusty yet still deadly long sword in hand, and proved it had more wits than the rest of the mob; it charged right at the lowest level of the party. If Rath did not move, the elite skeleton would down-swing at him head-on at a left downward angle once in range for a brutal attack.

Noticing the skeleton's direct path, Mint let go of her Frost Cloud and instead directed her mana at Rath. [Reflect]: now instead of taking damage, Rath would reflect back one blow, light or major to counter and spare him from harm. He may even be able to use the counter to get a good hit in, but at least the healer was really trying to earn her gold! The spell was transparent, but upon movement, the area around the orc would glisten like a mirror. It would either help him with the incoming swing or if he was to dodge, he could save reflect for a different blow!

They needed to finish up the three skeletons and now the mini-boss of them all.

Skeleton 1 (Dmg by Kain): 18% HP
Skeleton 2 (Dmg by Rath+Mint): 62% HP
Skeleton 3 (Dmg by Mint's AOE): 75% HP
Corrupt Skeleton: 100% HP
 
Kain had done a good job attracting the three skeletons to him for the most part, and the damage they were doing was quite pitiful -- a boon to all the gear that Kain had grinded for in the past and worked towards being able to equip. It was some of the better late game gear when made a full set and only small portions of his HP were being taken as he held up his shield, deflecting the attacks of the skeletons that still did chip damage as his own armor dealt damage back in return thanks to the mechanics of the game even though his shield was protecting him at the moment.

"Shit." He mumbled to himself upon seeing the corrupt skeleton going for the lowest level member of the party. Rath. Mint had noticed it too and put up a spell in order to protect him but it wouldn't last forever. Swinging his sword down, he finished off the first Skeleton that was at the lowest HP before turning his attention in the direction of the charging corrupt one. Using [Taunt] he would now direct the attention of the much stronger Skeleton to him, though by the time the ability worked on the corrupt one it may have already attacked Rath before switching targets.

Once he had established proper aggro of the remaining two skeletons and the corrupt one. He used [Bulwark] which increases his armor tremendously for the next thirty seconds but made him slower in turn. He moved like a rock and swung a weapon like one too with this ability and would have to rely on the other two to deal as much damage as they could in this time.
 
It had been a long time since he remember what the outside world was like, he had started as a beta tester for the game, learning the ins and out of the world and helping to quash any and all bugs and glitches, so he was quite surprised to learn of the biggest glitch of all that locked him in the game.
The first few days he had panicked, but as time went on, he began to learn and become better at the game.
Now he stood almost at the top of the game, and was quite well known in the pvp scene as well, his werewolf abilities not having many counters. But he also liked the quiet life so he open up a smithy that had become hugely popular with player as his maxed out smith skills allowed him to create weapons and armour of legendary quality. Though he charged a lot of gold to upgrade weapons and armour to that quality.

Evercrest - Marketplace

Hunter watched people coming and going about their businesses, he had been trapped in this world for a long time now, he had honestly lost track of the time. He was a good looking human with brown hair and blueish eyes though his eyes did change to red whenever he was in the zone, on his right hand was a ring with a crystal wolf head with its top fangs embedded into his finger. This was the cursed ring of Fenris, a "Reward" for clearing the dungeon of Howls and taking out the werewolf king, when he put it on. It felt like the jaws of a werewolf bite into his body and he was cursed as a werewolf from that day on.

He had recently had to fight his way out of a cleric castle as they tried to kill him for his curse, but they did not know he embraced the power he had as a werewolf, and many female Cleric became enthralled by his animal magnetism and had fought for him and then had a large orgy at the end waiting him to dominate and fuck them like an animal. He had a pair of their panties in a hidden chest, NPC women had thrown themselves at him for a while and he was bored of them. Player characters were far more interesting to have sex with.

His work as an Assassin and Smith had given him a pretty good perspective and he noticed a dark skinned woman trying to blend in with the NPC, he chuckled to himself and said "She smells like a dark elf player, maybe I should check her out". He decided to go introduced himself to her, being a level 95 meant all his skills were pretty high, his charisma being the highest of his stats.

He walked up to the pretty dark elf (@ChrisGabriel). "Hello there cutie, do you want to create or sell some high level items, then come to my smithy and I'll create the best weapons or armour you'll ever see. No one else equipment even compares to my stuff, but we do offer other services for hunters or beast "riders" or "studies"" He said to her, using both his charismatic tone and "Animal Magnetism" skill.
 
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Meanwhile, back at the Hub...

"Come on, dude!" The Dwarven Knight begged, blocking Revel at the doorway of the smithy, lifting his stubby arms to ward him back inside like he was playing defense in a game of ball.
Revel leaned around him to one side, then the other, then simply picked up the smaller player by his armor, turned, and set him to the side.
The Knight groaned in frustration.
"It took me like two weeks to get that money, man!"
"Why are you gambling with it, then?" The helmet made his voice audio come through slightly tinny, but it didn't do much to hide the annoyance in his voice.
"You know things are tough! The economy in this game's going to shit- you can't afford anything for what monster drops give you anymore!"
"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," Revel replied casually, turning to walk away.
"Then again, I just came into 12,000G."
"You're an asshole!" The Dwarf roared after him. "Fuckin' hacker!"

"Hey, newsflash, guy!" Revel called over his shoulder.
"There's an actual slavers' ring in this game! If you think I'm at the top of the asshole totem pole, you're in for a shock!"

'Hacker.' Revel resented that.
As if he'd found a way to reach into the game's code and screw with it, and used it to win duels instead of trying to pull himself out of this place.
Sure, he'd exploit the occasional bug he managed to find, since he was pretty sure there was only one bug the developers were concerned about fixing.
Unless this was all some messed-up social experiment. In which case, the player base definitely wasn't scoring high points; enslaving each other, and all.

Regardless, the situation he was in required him to improve his standing in this world as much as possible, and battling other players for gold had quickly became his main source of income, though any experience gained would have to be earned outside of PvP.

He scrolled through his inventory as he walked, humming with disapproval at how low he was on items. His weapon could do with an upgrade as well.
Equipment and items seemed to take priority over EXP for players in this game, and for good reason.
Bumping his stats by a few notches each time he went into town went a long way towards keeping on top of things.

As he headed into the marketplace, the first thing Revel noticed was the amount of heads that were turned, seemingly enthralled by something.
Getting closer, Revel felt compelled to turn his own eyes towards the point of interest, not of his own volition.

The source of the quiet commotion wasn't particularly eye-catching; just a couple players talking- Oh, that's what this was.
He understood the power of a Charisma skill when he felt it; more than once he'd found himself with the wool pulled over his eyes for some money or a party membership that ended with him being used as a meat shield.
But he still couldn't help but listen, rapt.
He narrowed his eyes, looking closer at the stats on the two players, and his eyes widened.

95!? This guy had to be on the leaderboard!
He might actually be telling the truth when he said that his equipment was on a completely different level from every other smith.
 
Night was bored out of her mind and kind of daydreaming in the supposedly safe city. So, the charismatic but everyday looking possible buyer's words got her blinking at him a little. He said: "Hello there cutie, do you want to create or sell some high level items, then come to my smithy and I'll create the best weapons or armour you'll ever see. No one else equipment even compares to my stuff, but we do offer other services for hunters or beast 'riders' or 'studies'.".

"Huh?" was Night's eloquent reply, the ??? above the name of Hunter coming as a surprise. She was supposed to be able to see the levels of the next 50 to hers, so he was either at least level 95, or a dangerous BOSS enemy. But maybe the two was just as dangerous. And that red meant that he had killed more players than his fair share... Night did not had the numbers of PvP's to her name to show up in red. "I mean, sure, right, why not? ... If you are interested in ready made food from the Hungry Jungle and the Crystal Beach? ... And I do have some parts that could maybe give me better arms and armor..." she showed him her wares with a flourish, arms sweeping and sizeable breasts pushed out as she leaned forward a little.

Her wares was on the holographic inventory table for sale, but Night proceeded to call them out for any bystander to hear and maybe buy before she packed up.

"I have various jely in different and mixed colors I still have from the Oozing Marshlands. If you have a sweet teeth, there is briochette for health and magic briochette for mana; solid-, crisp-, ginger-, rye-bread and crackot; oak-, bambo-, maple-, oliviolet-, yew-log and waffles with a rare golden waffle..." these was not that hard to get, just needed the dedication to baking, which was usually a farmer's job. Night only had these because she didn't had to use any of them for healing and energy herself, and she got into a baking binge with some wandering halfling NPC's. She bought them out of their components before winning all the competitions for that Quest, gaining the required skill at the max level she could, and then some nice bonus on that from having the first three places, with the titles... Still, being able to make level 50 food worth it, seeing that baking skills was under the 'cooking' skill, thus pulling up her usual 'on the fly' bushcraft cooking too.

"Then there is smoked, fried, steamed, smothered, stuffed, grilled, and rotisserie fishes of all kinds, straight from the Jungle and the Beach." thanks to the inventory stopping anything from going bad, or changing consistency or state, most of them would be still hot. And thanks to Dolph, her dolphin for fishing, as she did not ride him to travel, the animal was still very supportive in their time together.

"Some of these would be known to all hunters, of course. Chips, cottage pie, terrine, goulash, pan fry..." the problem with getting friendly with wild animals was that they ate what they ate, so Night was accustomed to sharing what she got. The meat part the smallest on her stand, and no salads...

"And of course I have leathers, bones, scales, and various claws, teeth, horns..." then Night tried to keep the man's waning interest by pulling a narval's elongated tooth out and posing with it like it was the horn of an unicorn, adding in a breathy whisper "So you can say, I am very horny...."

Then the dark elf winked at Hunter ( @Mike the Bloodwolf ), before looking around to see if there was anyone else interested in anything, before she started to pack up her stand.
?( @Ellipses )?

Night would be following the man to his smithy, curious if he was just as good smith as his almost maxed out level suggested. And he smelled nice too, musky, familiar, jet spicy, getting her juices flowing. *Maybe I can get some discounts... I wonder what his class could be, does not look obvious... maybe also an Assassin? Others wouldn't care to try appear like just a rich merchant or noble of the city, sporting only the title of Master Smith.*

On the way to his smithy, Night couldn't stop herself from intoning behind his back on a deeper supposedly manly voice "I am Hunter. Hunter Smith. Agent of King Sihon."
 
@ChrisGabriel

Hunter listained to her as she laid out her wares, a small smile on his face as she showed more of her breasts and he could smell the arousal on her, he thought about her offers before he directed her to his shop, where they could discuss things easier. It was the closed Smithy closest to the centre of town, he clearly gained a lot of customer being there.

As they enter his shop, trophies of his achievements were laid out neatly, he has also put some of the legendary weapons he gained in weapon holders that further showed off that he had earned that level 95. He sat down in his chair and directed her to the other one. He had heard her talking about being horney and her intone.

"Well if that's the name you want to use Smith, I am Dragon Hunter68 or just Hunter, I am as I said before this world greatest smith. My prices aren't cheep but you'll never find better quality gear then the stuff I make. I probably will buy some of your food off you but I'm also fair so this is everything I can create with your materials" He told her before he brought up his store page, as he said, his prices were not cheep but no other smith could craft items like him, though he did also have a page for "Special request" and it seemed it was possible to ask him for a discount, though it seemed like it came at a different kind of price.

"I must admit, it's not often I see such a beautiful dark elf like yourself. Many of my clients tend to be human, although I do get the occasional other races every now and then" He said with a smile, knowing his power was attracting her, made him expand it a little more, he wanted to fuck her or see her offer herself to him for the discount but he was also a business man and he wanted to make a sale.

"I can turn your Unicorn horn into a powerful dagger that can heal with every strike, or I can turn it into a set of Armour though it would probably come our closer to a set of bikini armour with a protective spell. Though Unicorn armour is still pretty strong" He added, Unicorn horn was a high grade item after all
 
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Rath had tried to follow the plan, truly he did; unfortunately, his level difference was just too great and the game was punishing his party for it. Even so, he wasn't about to be stupid and break formation. They had a plan....and despite Rath picking arguably the most bone-headed race there was to exist in the game, well, he had at least some common sense.

Plus, if he were to try and go out there right now? The Skeletons would undoubtedly target him; there had been more than one instance he'd recalled when he played with lower level characters where the AI didn't acknowledge the Tank's aggro abilities and would hit him. He had died before on this character...Just not with him actually in the game yet.

And then came the biggest surprise: That Corrupted Skeleton was coming right for him, and unfortunately it meant he was 'cheated' out of a kill (he would know that Kain hadn't likely meant to steal it, though it also meant he wouldn't get as much experience from the kill as he might if he had been the one to deliver the final blow). Especially since a direct hit would have instantly killed him; all he could see was a golden title above the skeleton's name.

But then Mint came though: He saw his Status changed to 'Reflective' and right as the Skeleton swung he managed to block the sword...And he actually woudl get a good hit in for a Level 20 with all his bonuses applied.

[CRITICAL!]

On top of the various bonuses of his own Class and Racial traits, that one strike shaved off about 20% of its Health, now having a sizable dent in it. Shit, maybe this Mint and Kain would be good to party up with in the future.

"All right! Come on, ya boney sobs! We'll clean off every las' one'o'ya!"

Yep...Still very much in character...And with Kain now pulling aggro and dealing damage, Rath would get lucky one more time.

[CRITICAL!]

A loud roar erupted from him as he managed to cleave through one of the other lower Level skeletons with a single stroke, relieving Cain of some of the damage source; its health was only at about 8% with Kain and Mint's help, but even still he saw his EXP bar skyrocket! He was already Level 25!

Shit...If this was the EXP he could get to use that Drider Heart....He might just reach Level 40 before long! And as much as he wanted to just pull back and allocute his newly gained Skill Points, there were still enemies about...But if he could somehow get the final blow on that Corrupted Skeleton? Well, that would be incredible.

"Sorry about this Kain, Mint...I promise to pay ya fer this...Once I'm better I won't need to rely on ya so much..." Rath said, his breathing heavy; shit this was tough! How could literal walking bones be so damn hard?!
 
With Flurry Restore still active (nerfed it down to 2 mins), the party would keep restoring HP as they lost it 10% at a time. While this spell was extremely useful, taking more than 10% damage would make it hard for the spell to keep up, but luckily, it didn't seem to be a problem for now. With Kain taunting and Rath coated with reflect, it appeared they had found at least some footing.

A smile crossed her face when she saw her reflect spell go off to cause the corrupt skeleton to go stumbling back. it took even more damage than its initial attack thanks to Rath's boosts.

After the corrupt skeleton followed through on its attack, it mindlessly fell for taunt. The urge to kill Kain with its fellow skeletons was too strong to ignore.

"WOOOOOOOO," the healer could be exclaiming somewhere in the background as the first skeleton fell! A golden glow momentary appeared around Rath to indicate leveling up which further proved their success!

Upon leveling, players' HP/MP/stamina are restored.

Now it was time to keep Kain alive as they work on finishing up what they started. With her blessed buffs still active, there wasn't much the healer could do other than make sure their HP bars didn't drop too low, and to be there if Kain or Rath needed healing magic beyond her Flurry Restore ability. So, Mint continued to use her few damaging abilities. Too bad she didn't pick holy-based healing instead of nature, these undead would already sent back to their graves!

Another round of [Frost Cloud] came from the elf's staff, leaving her at now 57% MP. It wrapped around the remaining skeleton to blind it slightly and do damage over time. As she focused on keeping her cloud centered on the enemy, she called back out to Rath. "We knew what we were walking into, but I'm always happy to take your gold, and I'm sure Kain would be happy to take your extra resources!" The woman let out a crackle before focusing back on Kain.

"Just a bit more!"

The remaining normal skeleton attempted to bash its way through Kain's defenses. It was naked compared to its leader, but even if it was just a pile of bones, a few physical strikes could do a world of damage. Game logic. The most difficult aspect of skeletons was the fact they lacked the fear of death and pain, and their ability to keep getting right back up. Sure, many monsters kept attacking no matter what, but it was their disregard to life and death that made them all the more aggressive and reckless... thus dangerous.

The corrupt skeleton had other plans for the tank than just trying to claw and slap him silly. The corrupt skeleton came from Kain's left with a raised sword to take advantage of Kain's slowness, and with a blunt heavy swing downward much as it had done to Rath, its heavy and rusted weapon could do some serious damage. If Kain was not buffed or in a defensive stance, the creature would easily knock off half his HP for a direct attack.

Mint warned, "watch out!" She was guessed casting some direct heals would soon be in her future.

Skeleton 1 (Killed by Kain - Bonus EXP) [Dropped: 3 bones, 3 ores, and 10G]
Skeleton 2 (Killed by Rath - Bonus EXP) [Dropped: 2 bones, 3 ores, and 12G]
Skeleton 3 [Blinded] (DMG by Mint's AOE/DPS): 55% HP
Corrupt Skeleton (DMG by Rath+Reflect): 58% HP
 
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@Mike the Bloodwolf

"Nice shop... I mean, smithy." Night walked around, eyeing all of the trophies and weapons. "Do you have everything, or maybe you would be interested in some low level trophies to add? I mean, you sure wouldn't get experience or worth your time to getting loot from anything I maybe have or can get trophies for?"

She didn't sit down but started to check out the weapons *Ha. Either he understood my joke and I didn't got his, or mine slid off... And he seriously has an ego problem...* focusing on the longer daggers and shorter swords, trying to find a pair that she was good enough to wield or would be in a level or two. "Maybe you don't have to make something new, after all, I see you kept some nice ones from your past?" Night could see that there was a bigger chance that he was an Assassin too, first, how he dressed and was 'just a smith', now all the excess cutlery. No one in their mind would even keep other classes weapons they couldn't use, and definitely wouldn't keep ones this low, even if they was legendary on their own.

Mostly because legendary things had to be bound to character, and not the player, so not even his no longer possible other characters could use them, and there was no possibility to sell them to other players either after bound...

"I can pay you in food and components alongside with money. Would trade them at the same price you could buy them elsewhere... But seeing that I brought them to your place, you can lower your overall price a little..." Night fiddled with the pages available and did make note that she should get out some of her more exotic other materials from the bank along with her gold.

"Oh, special requests... So... do you accept or ask for them?" Night coyly asked, starting to take off her armor - which was mostly all that she wore under a cloak after she switched back from her disguise when setting up shop. "I have some old stuff of mine that could be used as materials or upgraded, depending what we can agree up on."

"What can I say. I always had a good sense for beauty, and lucky enough when making this one." she striked a pose in front of his sitting form, almost naked, and stroked her sides from face to thighs. "And please, call me Night, or if you want, Good Night... unless you are kinky enough to call me ... Good Girl..." She could sense the wolf, but there was no sign of a familiar or if he had one around at all.

"I would rather be lucky to polish your horn, Mr. Smith, Hunter, sir." the Dark Elf slid to the floor onto her knees before him, stroking his legs open from the knees to his waist. She wouldn't tell him that her horn was from a Narval, at least not before she checked out what he liked, and if he liked her enough to create something truly fitting... something both of them would love to make... while making love.
 
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