Able

Able stopped in his tracks when the cloaked figure had changed completely in the blink of an eye. The person yelled that they were named Hei and on they went calling over to him with a welcoming gesture waving in his direction. He looked around as if he were trying to find some sort of camera as this has to be a prank, but knowing he wouldn't find anything, he went on. Finally close enough, but not too close, he leaned against a tree and looked at the man who now showed his face. "The name's Able, or Tobias. You can call me whichever you please. Why exactly are you out here looking like a hunter when you're this friendly?" he asked him, scratching the back of his head. He hadn't reached out for a handshake just yet, he didn't dare unknowing of how hostile this person could be, after all this player was equipped far superior to him, since he still had nothing. He glanced around the scenery, taking the entire beauty of it to his sights. "Quite frankly, I had no intentions of meeting anybody here either. Players are very scarce on this floor as far as I noticed."

Another day out in the fields was how Able had found himself spending his day. After having just defeated a mere mob earlier, he was beginning to get the hang of things in terms of combat. Martial Arts was a strange combat style to get used to, but something he was finally starting to get the gist of it. Learning the sword arts that came with every level of the combat level was a challenge as well, but nothing he couldn't handle as it was a simple task once you made note of which skills were good and which were relatively bad for the level they are. While walking the fields, he stumbled upon a house in the distance, but nothing he had intentions of going to investigate. Instead, he found himself a very weak boar, one that shouldn't cause too much of a problem, in fact he figured he was strong enough take them on at the same time. 

[ID: 85882]

Wild Boar: [MD: 5] [Miss]

Able: [BD: 4] [Miss]

As he had only just encountered the enemy, he didn't decide to dive in head on. He wanted to read the enemy, meanwhile the boars returned the request of what turned out to be a stare down between enemies. Able read the battle field, open plains, hardly any trees. If there was a reason for him to run, he had plenty of land to do it, but could he outrun them in the situation he was overwhelmed? After all this was the first time he had engaged in a unfair combat situation of being against more than one enemy. Clenching his fists tightly, he looked at the level of the mobs, only to see they weren't too strong. Being able to tank a fair amount of damage already gave him some reassurance that he wouldn't be one shotted by the mobs.

Able | HP: 180/180 | NRG: 18/18 | Hate - 0

Wild Boar | HP: 20/20 | DMG: 6

Wild Boar | HP: 20/20 | DMG: 6

Shortly after he had caught himself dozing off slightly, he heard noises and commotion going on. Lifting his eyelids he immediately saw long blonde hair hanging above his face and a feminine face that he recognized relatively quickly. Telrenya, a player he had met on the ninth floor and trained with on the third, spending plenty of time fighting a single weak enemy as he seemed to struggle. Shifting his eyes over to the other figure he saw a male asking him to say something as if he had been laying there like a dead man. Smiling at Telrenya with his typical flirty but charming smile, he waved at her. "How's it going up there? I hope the weather is as beautiful as you are today." he flirted slightly. Then turning his head towards the player, not even bothering to sit up quite yet, "As for you, I'm alive and well, don't you worry. The name's Able, or Tobias. Feel free to call me either, I might just respond when you call me like a good boy." he chuckled at his joke. The dress shirt he had was open as always near the top exposing his structured chest that he had trained on for years during high school for sports and athletics. Finally coming to a point where he felt comfortable sitting up, he made his way onto his feet.

Reaching out his hand towards the male figure, he felt the need to shake his hand as a common gesture to greet a person. "Yeah, so long story short. All of the mobs were wiped out today, had intended to train. Decided to take a nap instead and there ya have it. The entire story in a single sentence or two." He rose his hand up behind his head and began to scratch through his red hair that had been neatly done, but still looked rather ragged, hanging down to his eyes but still out of the way so it wouldn't impair his vision.

The cold wind of the fourth floor touched his chest with light kisses, that if he stayed out too long would turn out to become a sting instead. Although the floor was colder than the others, he still didn't bother with dressing warmly. Deciding that he'd be much happier dying in his typical fashion style, rather than looking like a walking blanket, he kept his shirt unbuttoned. Staying near the town center, where a bonfire had been lit to keep players warm that were out and about hunting, farming, or even questing they stood by with their hands out and their faces buried nose deep into their scarves and coats. Some cuddled with one another as they were couples and then others sat alone with their arms around their bodies to stay warm. Taverns on this floor tended to be pricier than others due to the use for warmth, but the NPCs were all found to be extremely kind and caring for the players that needed a place to stay, thus cutting them deals. Able had been in need of new gear, but hadn't found a shopkeeper who'd be willing to help him out with his situation, so spending his days looking for shops on different floors, he'd be around.

Finding a few, specifically on the first and second floor, the shops always seemed to be closed or out of stock, so they were most likely out of the option. Drinking himself a hot cocoa by the fire, he enjoyed the weather when he could stay warm. Inhaling slowly and exhaling calmly, he watched as he could see his breath leave his lips as it was warmer than the actual air around him. Tiny snowflakes fell from the sky, often landing on his hair, making it damp and some even fell into his hot cocoa, making it cool off faster than he had desired it to. Sipping away at it he watched as players all over kept entering and exiting the town relatively often. This floor seemed to be a common location for dates and tourism because everybody likes to have a little bit of a winter retreat every so often. Though he wouldn't want to live on this floor, the temporary adjustment to the temperature wasn't a big deal for Able.

@Stryder

Able laughed at her apology. "It's no problem at all, I didn't really mind it. I'm just glad that we killed it after how long?" He replied watching around him as the pixels dispersed and eventually, disappeared for good. Turning around to face her, he smiled. "Nice job on that killing blow, unfortunately, we didn't really get any loot." He watched as his experience bar climbed closer to the next level, but it just wasn't enough. Closing out the white menu that had popped up post combat to show that he got experience, but no col to show for it. "At least you leveled up! Great job, Telrenya. Perhaps we can do another training day sometime? A day where maybe we won't struggle fighting an enemy and actually get some loot out of it. In fact, I might consider becoming a Tailor so that I can craft myself gear, that or I might become a merchant." Still unsure as of what profession he wanted more, he left the thought where it was.

He looked at her rapier, which had dealt the killing blow. "Don't do anything with that rapier of yours. I might just get you one that could suit you nicely." He hinted, as he enjoyed her company. Able wasn't sure which shop he'd go to yet, but he'd find one and then wants to get her something for accompanying him and having to watch his ridiculous combat with a stupid goblin. Beginning his walk back to Delilah, he made sure that she had followed him. "Coming? Last thing I need is for you to get lost and die out here because I was careless. I can't let my training partner go out that easily." He said with another soft laugh. Moving his red hair out of his eyes so he could see ahead of him, he adjusted his right sleeve so that it had been rolled up to his elbow again, and then slid his hands into his pockets, thinking about all of the future training sessions the two might have together.

Thread Completed

Each player receives 200 Col and 1 SP

(Feel free to end this thread with a closing reply!)

Watching as Neabaz rose from his seat and agreed to follow him to gather material. Perhaps he'd even go a little mob grinding with him as Able felt confident enough that he could tank, so long as he can generate enough hatred during the fight. He didn't want players to die on his watch and quite frankly, getting players out there to learn how to fight. Opening the door, before leaving, he gave another glance at the woman and smiled at her, thus making her blush once more before she waved him good-bye. Nodding towards his direction, he left the bar with Neabaz. Able had led Neabaz to the outskirts of town, not completely out into the wilderness yet. "Are you sure you feel confident enough to come out? I don't want anything happening to you, not that I wouldn't try to save you if I had to." he warned him with proper caution. Taking a level one out into the wilderness on the first floor was a dangerous effort, but if done right, the player would not be that same level in the end, and have a better chance of surviving the next time they went out.

Able gave a light chuckle at her little story about her brother. It was adorable that she found her brother so admirable. "No, my sister was never really that much of a gamer. In fact, most of the time she was gone at school, but we still got along well. I can't say I don't like anyone in my family. Your brother on the otherhand sounds like a pretty cool guy." he said as he smiled. Keeping his eyes on the goblin, he had looked at it with disdain, it was obnoxious, and mocked him for every little mistake. Able had grown tired of this enemy in all honesty. He shifted his right leg in a way that it kicked the goblin after it had landed another strike on him. The goblin being disabled for a brief moment, most likely just winded, he followed up with a chop to the throat. Watching as his sword art <<Delayed Sword>> taking away more than two thirds of it's health, Able looked over his shoulder and grinned.

"I believe you're up. Show this thing who's boss around here!" He said as he took the brunt of the damage already, which hadn't even been that much. He saw the goblin starting to panic as it's health was in a more dangerous spot than it has been this entire fight.

[ID: 85676]

Goblin: [MD: 9] [9 + 1 - 3 = 7 Damage]

Able: [BD: 9] [(5 + 1) * (4 * 1) = 24 Damage]

Able | HP: 158/180 | NRG: 8/18 [+1 - 4 = -3] | Hate - 2

Telrenya | HP: 20/20 | NRG: 2/2 | Hate - 0

Goblin | HP: 6/30 | DMG: 9 |

Able shrugged his shoulders at the offer to come to his bar anytime once it's established for anyone to come drink within. He had no intentions of rejecting the offer, but not really finding a reason to accept it either, so with that he left the offer open and unanswered for the time being. Catching the eye of another female player, he gave her a smile, and a glance from his eyes, which caused her to blush. Returning his attention to the man at his side. "I see, so what's your opinion on moving up the floors? Surely you won't make nearly as much business with the people you meet if they all get too far ahead in the floors and no longer have a need to return to these tiers but would much rather find themselves training on floors that actually give them money, loot, and materials for their own shops. I really do suggest you consider becoming an alchemist in this situation, it might be a profession that might suit you greatly. As for me, I'm debating on becoming a merchant who fights on the front lines." Looking back over at the girl, whom couldn't take her eyes off Able anymore, he grinned once more in a flirtatious manner. "As for me--" he stopped himself as he swung his body around on the seat so that he was now turned facing his entire body towards the door. "As for me, I have intentions of becoming a merchant. Someone who can specialize in the identifying of objects on the battle field so they don't have to take it to a shop. Perhaps you'd like to come with me and search for some loot right now if that's not too much."

The gesture was clearly moreso he could gather material for himself, but he would still gladly help the player out in gaining his own gear too if he so needed help. Able stood from his seat stretching and then managed to find his body back on the wooden platform that allowed him to sit where he was. The ring on the counter was still moist, but not soaked as it had been minutes ago. The bartender brought Neabaz another drink, which he welcomed greatly with a smile on his face. "You'll never be able to stay in touch with all of the people you meet if you are stuck on this floor. I'll be around to help you out if you ever need it, as I'm making my way to the top, perhaps I'll even give you a hand or a visit once in a while."

Continuing his search, this time around Able had actually nothing to show for his brief looking around. The obvious material seemed to have already been looted so perhaps it was time now that he actually tried to find the last two that he needed in order to return them back to Zackariah. The man was so kind and so cheerful, it was enjoyable listening to him give out the instructions and then being sent of with the feeling of trust. Although it wasn't a legitimate player, he sure seemed human that's how well he had been programmed. The game had a way of making you feel as if you weren't in a game at all, that in fact this was real life. If every sensation of the real world existed, perhaps people would actually be convinced as though they had never even left their lives behind and would rather live here than anywhere else. As for Able, he enjoyed being here, but nothing he'd want to keep permanent. 

[ID: 85675] [LD: 4] [No Material]

Sixty percent, that's how far he is into this part of the quest already. Able considered the option of becoming a self-appointed gatherer for players. Many people dreaded the thought of having to farm for material, so if he had no problem with it, why not make some profit out of doing the dirty work that most people don't want to do. Picking up the third piece he had just approached, he now had three of five material already located in a mere few minutes of searching. Not entirely sure if this is how easy searching for material went at all times, but if it was, then he'll be loaded on them in no time. He let out a chuckle as this wasn't that bad either, with the weather being beautiful and no enemies in the immediate distance, he had nothing to worry about other than casually searching for the material. Every now and then he would see a player show up to gather material and leave with all five just as quickly, but that was only two or so, at most three.

[ID: 85674] [LD: 15] [+1 Material]

Continuing his pathing around the perimeter of the circle was the remainder of his plan until he either found another one or he would complete the entire circle's rotation without finding another. But if that were the scenario, then he still had the entire inside of the medium sized circle on the map consisting of several meters that could take hours to locate the material if one decided to look in the all of the wrong places. Finding his second material about three quarters to seven-eighths of the the circle's circumference made him start to think maybe he's cut out for material gathering rather than hunting and fighting monsters. Considering professions he could take advantage of once he got comfortable enough, he had heard merchants would be a valuable asset if done correctly, wince everybody wanted to be a blacksmith or an alchemist, anybody who created materials would have it good if they became a well known salesperson or shopkeeper, but what about for the people who could locate material and had no idea what tier they were or the similar situation with the gear one could find in the wilderness.

[ID: 85673] [LD: 13] [+1 Material] 

Allowing himself to make an exit from the shop, he closed the door behind him and made his way to the plains of the floor, which were only minutes away as the shop was in the center of town, and the town itself may be large, but had very linear paths to get outside of it. Finally being out of the Town of Beginnings he was in the plains, which were open and vast as always. The grass waved back and forth in a rhythm as the wind pushed it side to side. Boars were off in the distance, which today wasn't his priority. For once he was actually able to see the floor the way it was on the first day of release. Nearly untouched, this place seemed like a nice place to spend on a walk as long as you didn't decide to get into combat while you were out here. Able had followed the waypoint on his map until he was brought to an opening where there was a small pond, a little forest and a cave off in the distance, which he didn't feel obligated to enter any time soon. 

Beginning his hunt for the material Able noticed the marker on his map had changed from a small dot, to a large circle, implying that the material can be anywhere he as long as he remained within said circle. 

[ID: 85672] [LD: 12] [+1 Material]

Walking around the edges of the circle first, so that he wouldn't have to do it later seemed to have been a clever idea because going about a quarter of the perimeter already gave him the first of five material that he needed to locate in order for him to complete this quest. He had a smile on his face as progress was looking smooth at the time being.

The man reached out for the paper and reached for a pair of glasses with no ear pieces he held them up to his eyes in order for him to read the small print. "Hmm, curious where you found this paper, but yes I do know him. In fact, I should introduce myself." He said, giving Able a sign of relief as it would've been awkward to enter a location that was wrong and asking for the person when they weren't even there. The man reached his hand out with a super huge grin on his face and his eyes looking more friendly than ever, "The name is Zackariah, how may I help you?" he laughed heavily as he found his sense of humor entertaining not just to others but to himself as well. Able had reached out and shook his hand exchanging names with the NPC. He inquired about the materials that were necessary for him to find and luckily for him they were low quality tier material, something anybody could find on this floor. Being informed about where he could find them, they were marked on his map and the menu had appeared before him asking if he had wanted to accept the quest <<The First Few Lessons Are Free>>.

Placing his index finger on the blue circle that confirmed his request to partake in the quest. "Bring me five of these material, and I'll teach you how to craft yourself a health potion for the future if you ever feel the desire to become an alchemist, which is the profession that you require to do this. Lucky for you, you get a free trial right here after you bring me these material! Should I be expecting you back soon?" Zackariah asked him kindly with a massive smile on his face. Able smiled in return and nodded his head that he should return shortly, though he wasn't sure if he was going to be introduced to an enemy along the way, but it didn't hurt to try to search for it as soon as possible and to gain some free experience for completing a quest.

Making sure that he shut the door fully behind himself, he was now outside where the sun struck his eyes and he had to block out the light with his hand so that he could take in the entire scenery. So many people, not just NPCs but players were already on the move, bustling all over the town, shifting from shop to shop, he made his way to the town center bulletin board, that usually contained news and quests that lower level players could choose to partake in. Finding a flyer that was pinned, he held it in his hand as he read the contents of the paper, which had informed him of an alchemist who needed help gathering material and crafting a few potions. Marking the location on his map, he had started his venture towards the alchemist's shop in no time.

Not too far from the Town of Beginnings, he found his way to be in front of the door. Not sure if he should knock, he waited casually until another person entered inside of the building without any hesitation at the door. The kind person held the door open for him and Able thanked him kindly. Standing around the shop, he looked around at all of the materials and the potions that were on numerous shelves with price tags underneath them. Some more expensive than others, he heard a voice finally follow up not too much longer after waiting. "Hello! How may I help you today?" the voice belonged to an older man with white hair and white facial hair that had grown long with age. Turning towards the man, he held up the paper and pointed to the name, "I'm actually looking for Zackariah. Do you happen to know where he is?" he asked him with a generous tone.

The light of day had broken only a few hours ago, two at the most. The street light had began to shut off and the villager NPCs began to make their appearance known. The shops had all began to open and Able had still been asleep at this time. He was aware that questing, training, and material gathering were all key components to make this way to the front lines relatively easier, but at the rate he was going, he would be a level nine for the remainder of his time on the floor. Groggily waking up with his hair all over the place, and eyes still mostly shut, he looked around the room. Everything including his own hand appeared blurry. He brought his hand in a fist shape up to his eyes and rubbed them until he could see clearly and rose from his laying down position. Finally sitting up, he placed his arms stiff on the bed's mattress for support so he didn't fall backwards and continue to sleep his day away. Opening his menu through his right hand waving back and forth through the air, he saw the time and that it was only nine o'clock. A time he didn't usually wake up to. He finally shifted his legs so that they hang off the bed and his arms were dangling at his sides.

Taking another long moment of silence and just being hazy he managed to find himself standing somehow. Putting on the pants he had taken off to sleep and the dress shirt with only the bottom buttons done correctly, brought him to his hair eventually as well. Fixing is quickly with a few runs of his hand through it until it was all down and not all over the place. Making the bed look presentable he found his way through the door not much longer after that.

"A bartender you say? Interesting, though I've never been big on the whole drinking game, I don't mind a drink once in a while. It's a momentous occasion when I drink, plus I rarely ever get drunk, so when that day comes it'll be one for the books." He made himself chuckle at his own remark on the stance of drinking being nearly taboo for him with the occasional allowance of it here and there. Smiling towards his direction, Neabaz had a way to speak that was different from others. He doesn't carry himself around as if he were too strong, nor does he even bother with an ego, instead his literal dream was to become a great bartender and help put smiles on people's faces. "So tell me why is it that you decided bartending would be the job for you? Why not become a performer then if you'd like to make people happy, after all alcohol is a depressant so in the end it doesn't actually make you happier. Performances or even merchandise from a profession may be far more suitable for you." He thought for a brief moment. "On secondhand, you could even go along with the alchemist route, you can create your own alcohols that provide in combat effects temporarily. Consumables are always in the market too, which is why it's so popular at the current stage of the game. Front liners are always looking for a way to reach new heights through the uses of consumables as they stack with the gear they are using."

Mentioning at how she had desired a more damage oriented build, he didn't mind the sound of that. For a while he too had considered the damage path, and quite frankly, he still wasn't opposed to it. But unless he can actually hit a target, perhaps it's best not to go a damage path and just become a walking meat shield for the lower levels at this time. He thought further on how he could improve his build, but the sound of being a bruiser could potentially work out. Going high damage with solidified tankiness to his kit wouldn't be a terrible idea. Able dazed off for a moment, and hadn't missed much as his thought of the game had been broken by the trophies he had on his cabinet in his bedroom from his high school years. He missed his family greatly. 

Unaware of what was happening Able was blank on his face. His eyes had filled with joy for a brief moment it was at that moment, he heard the noises and chuckles coming from the goblin that stood before him. Knowing he wasn't in immediate danger he didn't have too much of a worry of being taken out by a single one of them, but regardless, his health has already taken a chip out of it, meanwhile the goblin itself has yet to take a shredded ounce of damage to it's pool of health.

[ID: 85665]

Goblin: [MD: 4] [Miss]

Able: [BD: 1] [Miss]

Able | HP: 165/180 | NRG: 11/18 [+1 - 2 = -1] | Hate - 0

Telrenya | HP: 20/20 | NRG: 2/2 | Hate - 0

Goblin | HP: 30/30 | DMG: 9 |

You have a problem.

I'm not sure if i want to cry of joy, or disappointment regardless, I approve of this meme at the time being. Just be sure to shut down your shop now so the meme can't be ruined. Otherwise you'll have to go for the 666 meme instead.

The player beside him made himself noticed rather quickly. Stating his name and reaching out his hand towards Able was a bold move especially for somebody not knowing what he could be like. But being the person that Able was, he felt confident that whatever he was getting into he could get himself out of with relative ease. Accepting the player's handshake, he returned his hand to the drink, which he brought up to his lips. Keeping one hand in his pocket as he stretched out his legs, he thought of how he'd reply as a starting statement, but just like always he went with the typical method of introducing himself. "The name's Tobias or Able, you can call me either. As for aspirations, though I'm not exactly in a hurry to get out of here, I wouldn't mind getting back to my real life, unlike most people here I don't have a troubled past, I actually enjoyed being home and spending time with my complete family and friends. I'm working my ways right now though to becoming a front liner just so I can help with the bosses, and to get some of that sweet loot that they drop at times." Able let out a deep breath as today had been a long, boring day. Nothing really happened and he was just relaxing, when he should've been training. It wouldn't be long before he will decide to go and get himself a day set aside where he would do nothing but gather material for a blacksmith to craft him gear, for an alchemist to create some consumables for him and for any other profession to give him what he needed.

Able had the intentions of getting a guild together with some people once he could find himself a group that he would enjoy their presence. Taking another mouthful of water, he chugged down the remainder of the contents in the glass, and set it down gently. Beneath the glass with droplets forming around it everywhere, you could see a ring of water had formed a circular pool of the melted ice that had made it's way into the wooden bar counter. "As for you?" he inquired in return. Surely this player must know what he's talking about if he's already going about asking people what sort of goals they have in mind for this world and this game. Not exactly looking like one of the most welcoming people, he didn't mind talking to the occasional stranger once in a blue moon.

Focused on the map some more, even after walking into a tree, he had stopped for a brief moment. He heard shuffles in the brushes nearby and footsteps snapping sticks and twigs along the way. Not sure if he should hide, he simply put his map down and headed towards the location to investigate. Calling out to it would be a poor idea, especially if it wasn't even a player, instead he had attempted to be quiet about it, but the sticks on the ground said otherwise. He saw off in the distance a figure walking, definitely human however, so that was already a slight relief. He had no idea of who this player was or NPC for that matter so he got closer without making himself noticed just yet. He had the intentions of seeing how they looked first before confronting them. If the humanoid he saw before him had the desire to kill, I'm sure it wouldn't be so loud and noticeable. Anybody who tries to kill one another does it in one of two ways, either in public for everyone to see, or through stealth-like efforts. He had finally decided what he would do. "Excuse me!" he called out as he waved, he were about to find out if this is where he died or met another acquaintance. The mark on his forehead still rested as if it had found it's new home, and Able could still feel it too as if someone was taking a fork and randomly stabbing him in the forehead just to tease him that he had walked into a tree so stupidly.

Listening to the player talk about her musical history while maintaining his eyes on the goblin was a talk an a half. It went from being on one side of him to the other rather quickly, when she brought up classical music he didn't think too much of it, in fact Able had never been as big on music anyways. "As for me, I've been more of an athlete than a musician. I was the captain of my high school soccer team, and I had every intention to play more when I was in college, up until I got stuck here. As for family, I have an older sister, whom had already gone off to college and graduated, and my two parents who were both quite busy with their jobs, but they did their best to keep me happy and to be around for me when I needed them. I really can't complain about my life." Losing his train of thought after he felt another sting near his ankle, where the goblin had managed to slash it's rusted dagger across only to take another small chunk of his health pool, which didn't seem to bother him nearly as much.

Perhaps it was best that he did less fooling around and focused more on the enemy at hand, the one that was causing him more trouble than it was worth. "What's your plans for the future?" He asked "Surely, you have an idea of how you want to build your character already. Unless you have no intentions of being a part of the front lines to help clear the game. But as for me, I have the intent of becoming a Martial Artist tank who sustains his way through boss fights rather than blocking the damage. I'm going for a light armor set so I can still get evasion into my kit to become slippery enough where people would struggle to hit me, and by the looks of it I should get some accuracy here pretty soon, since I clearly can't eve hit this stupid thing!" He said as he went to kick it with not intentions of landing it due to frustration. The goblin fell on it's back laughing at Able once more and then stood up to mock the kick he just did towards its direction.

[ID: 85664]

Goblin: [MD: 9] [9 + 1 - 3 = 7 Damage]

Able: [BD: 4] [Miss]

Able | HP: 165/180 | NRG: 12/18 [+1 - 2 = -1] | Hate - 0

Telrenya | HP: 20/20 | NRG: 2/2 | Hate - 0

Goblin | HP: 30/30 | DMG: 9 |

As the feminine player behind him joined in on the joke, he began to laugh himself. He gave her a glance, although it might be risky, and he winked at her as he returned his attention to the goblin that was causing more trouble than it was worth. "Fear not my damsel in distress! I'll protect you!" He exclaimed as he made the enemy appear to be bigger than it really was with his imagination. The fact that they were at this point actually roleplaying was rather... entertaining. It made the entire situation seem less severe and the possible dangers ahead of them. He didn't know much about Telrenya, but after today, and just this experience he had no problem with getting to know her furthermore. He began to step back so that he could have an effort at attacking the goblin, but rather than actually getting a chance to hit it, the goblin simply look at him and starting running. Unsure of what to do with a goblin that was quite literally running in circles around him laughing he grew red in the face with humiliation.

"Perhaps I've spoken too soon, because clearly it looks more like he's playing with me than he's trying to kill me. I hope you're not too busy today, because I get this feeling that we're going to be here a long time. Anyways, since we're not exactly at risk right now, tell me a little about yourself, I'd love to get to know you better", he requested her with a smile, but still fully red in the face to a point his hair nearly blended in with his skin tone. With such a red face however, his eyes stood out greatly, with a green emerald glow that looked charming and nice with rays of the sunlight reflecting light off of them, but also vicious when he chose to look at you with narrowed eyes. 

[ID: 85632]

Goblin: [MD: 1] [Miss]

Able: [BD: 1] [Miss]

Able | HP: 172/180 | NRG: 13/18 [+1 - 2 = -1] | Hate - 0

Telrenya | HP: 20/20 | NRG: 2/2 | Hate - 0

Goblin | HP: 30/30 | DMG: 9 |

Rumors had come to his attention that one could do more than just go out to train. While others were already high level, some players had been off gathering material and looking for chests which contained treasure, gear, and potentially even consumables that could make his adventures that much easier. Taking the day off from training to go out into the wilderness on a floor he felt more than comfortable with, he had decided it was time to go out and just hunt for treasure. Today he'd be a online pirate looking to steal treasures right from under people's noses. "Okay, so I know these exist but-- Where do I even start looking?" he said as he opened up his map through the menu that floated before him. Players all around him would be off fighting boars, which he had no intention to deal with the most hostile enemy in the game... The Frenzy Boar. Countless lives it has taken from this world, and even today it poses a threat to a majority of the population. It was only a matter of time before the entirety of the world was wiped out by the boar.

Walking forward on a straight path toward the woods of the first floor that one can only be entered by exiting the plains and fields. Through the trees he weaved in the efforts to find a spot where he could start his search, but his efforts seemed pointless as the woods were exactly that.... just some empty woods with nothing but trees, brushes, and a few animals that would scatter at his appearance. A sigh of frustration came through his lips, but his eyes remained focused on the map, so much focus was spent looking at that thing that he had actually walked into a tree. Not a stump, not a log, no a standing tree. It didn't move by any means, he had simply not paid any attention to where he was walking that he now had a mark on his forehead and a stinging feeling on the same spot. He held his hand up to his eyes to make sure that he could still count all five fingers and that he wasn't losing it or that he had some form of digital concussion, but it did sure leave a mark on his forehead, which he had hoped would go away sooner rather than later.

@Invious

Meandering his way throughout the Town of Beginnings, he strutted his physique with his hands in his pockets and his shirt partially undone as always. Having one sleeve rolled up to his elbow and the other hanging around freely as it please, he let the breeze that crossed his body connect as welcoming as ever. It was like a friendly hug that he'd wish he could get all day and every day. "What shall I do today?" He asked himself as if he was expecting an answer. He had his red haired bangs hanging down to his eyes, but still out of the way enough that it didn't impair his vision. He kept a confident smirk on his face as he was always a guy to think of himself greatly. Although this world is awful and he has high doubts that the game will be cleared, he had full confidence that he could make it to the front lines whenever he pleased. He let out a sigh of boredom, as the floor was boring as always and filled with extremely low leveled players, especially the ones that were afraid to leave the town's borders. Nobody was going to get out of here if they didn't bother making an effort, and honestly, although he was being slow about his own efforts, he sure didn't mind hanging around for just a bit longer.

Not much longer of a walk throughout the cobblestone streets and the well arranged housing which consisted primarily of inns, taverns and bars towards the outskirts and then some shops in between. Having entered few shops and taverns, he didn't meet people as he was never really too much of a drinker. Alcohol had effects on him that would only make his ego inflate as well as his charm on the women, and even some unwanted men if he so pleased to swing that way. Chuckling to the thought of drinking, he shook his head instead. Nearby he had seen an inn, one he could dine in as he hadn't eaten much at all today. The sky was filled with dusk, entering into the night while the moon crept its way up the sky. Opening the wooden door of the inn, he didn't see many people. The place look empty for the most part, but there were still enough people that he could fill his view if he desired to. Not giving much of a damn in the world, he sat at the bar and ordered a water and that was all. Hunger wasn't his biggest worry, plus he had learned to not eat nearly as much as he used to, especially because eating wasn't nearly the same in this world.

Wrapping his hands around the glass, the condensation rolled down from the top to where his hand touched the glass. His knuckles bent slightly so that he could lift up the glass without it slipping, he brought the rim of the glass to his lips and let a few glugs of water enter his throat. Refreshingly, as he set the glass down, you could hear the clinking of the ice chattering against the sides back and forth very quietly for a brief period. Beside him was a man, not much older than him by the looks of it, but a man nonetheless. He had black hair, but didn't look like he wanted to be bothered, so therefore he didn't even give a sign of wanting to start a discussion, instead he kept his smirk on his face and looked around, especially at a few of the ladies that happened to blush with his glares and smiles.