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  1. Morgan looked over the edge of the cliff he now stood on, wondering if it would be impossible to jump off of into the water. Probably wouldn't be worth the risk to find out. He backed away from the ledge and looked around, a small path just off to the right, a steep dirt path that he'd probably stumble down if he wasn't careful enough about it. Morgan huffed. "Alright then." Slowly making his way over to it and gripping firm footing onto its steep edge. It was about fifty eight percent steep grading, he could definitely slip. Morgan lowered his weight backwards as he made careful steps do
  2. A clearing came just afew more steps ahead, revealing to him a circular opening where a waterfall crashed into, creating a large lake surrounding a raised patch of ground. The patch of ground upon further inspection was actually a large rock which had to at least span one hundred meters. Morgan had never seen anything quite like it. "Well this is nice." He said with a pleasantly surprised tone of voice. Perhaps his benefactors weren't so bad at all. Then another message came. 'Walk onto the rock surrounded by the water and prepare yourself.' Morgan raised an eyebrow, whatever they had pl
  3. Morgan sighed, it seemed like his benefactors had plans for him. He had a bad feeling about what was about to happen, but if they were willing to equip him with perfect gear it probably wasn't anything dangerous. After all, what would they have to gain from killing a level five? Though you could never be sure. "Ah [censored] it why not." Morgan dismissed his doubts and turned right off the path, making his way through a small clearing of bushes and branches. If he was gonna end up dying because of this at least he'd go to see God sooner than later. The dirt tracks slowly became moister,
  4. After having downed a potion with the label 'gift for an upstart' written on the side, he noticed a timer hanging at the top of his HUD. It seemed whatever he drank would run out in a few hours, an aura of flame surrounding him. He didn't know what it was for, but the message attached to it said he should drink it and head to a waterfall. At least he had a reason to be in this jungle now it seemed. Another messaged popped up on his screen from an unknown user. 'Turn right'. Morgan looked around, confused. Was someone following him? How did they know where he was? And how were they
  5. The Gemini Morgan passed through the teleporter from floor one, unexpectedly getting up to the sixth floor completely by accident. "What the. What is this place?" Morgan looked around, as it was his first time actually being anywhere other than the first floor. The scenery was lush with plant life, a tropical jungle would do that to say the least. Though it was rather pleasant on the eyes, it wasn't something Morgan was a fan of. Too many mosquitoes and other bugs for his liking. Making his way through the jungle, following a beaten path, he made sure to take note of locations w
  6. Thread completed: Rewards: -5 Tier One Health Potions of Uncommon Quality (+40HP) - 1 Tier One Damage Potion. (+1 Damage) -1 Tier One Over-Health Potion (+50 Temp. HP) - 4 SP (2 from quest, 1 from thread, 1 from event.) -400 col
  7. Zakariah laughed. "Well yes I suppose a cook could make beer. However that's a matter for another time. Go now and seek out Lyel, or maybe wait until the morning that might be better. I'm sure he's sleeping right now." Morgan nodded in response. "Fair enough then. Thanks for the help old man. Take care." Morgan lifted a carefree hand, singalling his depature as he walked out the store. "Oh yes before you go, take these." Morgan turned to see the man holding out for him a bunch of different potions. "They will help you on your journey." Morgan complied, taking the potions and adding them
  8. Zakariah looked at him with a mixture of disbelief, amusement, and pride. "Well, yes I suppose a perfect potion is technically success. Very well done for your second attempt I must say. You should be proud of such an achievement." Morgan swished the contents around in the flask looking at liquid, rather unimpressed. "Hmm, well I'll take your word for it then." Morgan placed the flask back on the table. "Is that all then?" Zakariah shook his head. "Of course not young lad, this is just the beginning for you. Your next stop will be the blacksmith. Lyel tealeaf. Speak to him and he will te
  9. Morgan grimaced as he wiped the icky potion residue that exploded on him off his black cloak. Zakariah shook his head "You forgot to brew the potion before adding the material into the flask. Try again." He encouraged the clearly disgruntled man. "Oh, right. I got ahead of myself there I think." Right, Morgan THOUGHT he had the hang of things, he could never really be sure. "No matter attempt two then." Morgan tried again, this time keeping the solution over heat while it sat in the glass, bubbling just right enough for him to add the material into it. He took the flask quickly off the b
  10. "Come this way then, to my alchemy table young man." Zakariah spoke. Morgan chuckled in a game filled with kids it wasn't every day that he would get called young man, though he was only twenty six. "Alright, teach me what all this crafting and potion nonsense is about." Zakariah nodded. "Very well listen up then, this is what you need to know about crafting in our world..." About an hour passed as Zakariah attempted to wrangle Morgans thick mind around the sciences and ways to craft potions, of course it would be easy to just teach him from a game mechanic point of view. No of course Mo
  11. Morgan picked himself up again and dusted off his pants, the path back to the gate was short, and the road back to the old mans shop was just as short. It didn't take long for Morgan to make his way back through the gates and back at the entrance of the store. Morgan once again knocked, more agressively than probably would be considered polite. But that was just from the weight of his hands, it was how he always knocked, never bearing mind to it. The door opened, surprisingly enough. "Do you ever sleep old man?" Morgan asked inquisitively, only half joking. The old man laughed, indeed he
  12. Taking the pheromones, even though I got plenty on my body
  13. Crickets made their songs as the night grew colder and darker. It seemed that morgan was outside way longer than he had anticipated he would be. This lead him to wonder just how long the NPC would be waiting for him back at the alchemy shop, and if he would still be able to turn in the quest tonight. "Hmm only one way to find out. But first... one more darn flower" Morgan said grumpily as he carelessly bent down in an attempt to pick his last flower. With a resounding pluck the flower didn't break, and so it was added to his collection along with the other four flowers, resting dainty in a sma
  14. Morgans gaze drifted as she spoke, trying to rationalize his abandonment. Perhaps there was a reason for it, even if love seemed like a ridiculous one. Though he hadn't need to look any further than God to understand that love makes for less than desirable circumstance. He'd just have to live with the cards dealt to him, and be over it. "Right, perhaps I'd like to know that feeling someday then." Morgan picked himself up, his cloak straightening itself out as he did, mirroring the strangers action. It appeared their time together was coming to an end, he got to eat wonderful food and exchange
  15. It seemed his reassurance in his belief and not to doubt God lead to him successfully picking his next flower, funny how that worked. He wondered just how much truth and effort went into these kinds of things. Well that was something to think about another time. He was now one material closer to completing the quest, and one material away from completing the quest. All he needed now was one more measly picked flower and he'd be able to move on and finish the damn thing. To be frank if this was how they introduced players to this game, they were doing a pretty lousy job keeping him hooked. Thou
  16. Crafting a health potion would be just like making a tonic that extended ones real life even longer. It was an interesting concept to think about, everything you did in this game would directly affect your real life, as if to say this game was now their real life. But that wasn't something Morgan could exactly accept, because when the game was over he'd be back in his real body, and he'd have to return to his real life. "I suppose a priest that survived a death trap like this would make for a pretty inspirational story of their faith in God" He continued to talk to himself as he looked for the
  17. Morgan moved onto the next patch of grass to find a flower that would be just as easy to harvest as the one he had just taken from the patch just further behind him. "Alright this time for sure I think i've got the right technique down." Though Zakariah did warn him there would always be a level of luck behind the process, he could reduce that level of luck through careful consideration and technique. In saying that Morgan successfully plucked yet another flower from the tall grass which hid his large frame. 'Very good then." He stated as he added the flower to his collection that was now rapi
  18. "I suppose its a reminder not to forget our duty to each other." Morgan said as he blew air through his nose in amusement. He had spent all his time wasted in a bar and now he was preaching about duty and what was their job to do as players in the game. He must have had some strong feijoada that was for sure. But then there was her other question. "Well..." he began. "When your mother was a nun, and your father a priest. Knowing you'd be excommunicated for having a child is kind of crazy, is it not? Especially when you do not have the means to raise the child and give it up the church ins
  19. Morgan shrugged. "As they say in my country Cada macaco no seu galho. Or in your language, each monkey to its own branch." He knew people had their doubts, and it was hard not to. As a missionary it was his job to preach and bring people to the church, but as a person all he desired was peace. It wasn't exactly like he was the shining example of a sin-free morally centered person, not even an hour ago he was drowned in his vices. As such, he couldn't really judge anyone for their choices, as Jesus once said.. “He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.” He whispered u
  20. "Alright Morgan lets take it back from the top. Practice makes perfect right? So lets try this again." He reassured himself, regaining his composure. He wondered briefly what exactly he would do if he did blow his lid at something as trivial as picking flowers in a field. It seemed utterly mad to him, but that seemed to be what this game was especially good at doing. Driving people mad. He had heard stories of people jumping off the side of the first floor in disbelief that they would actually be stuck in the game forever. He sighed, he didn't want to end up as one of those players that just c
  21. "Roman Catholic to be precise." It seemed his company wasn't very fond of religion, or at least God itself. Which was interesting for him considering people usually had it the other way around. "Hmm, well the dilweed which you speak of gave life to all things so I suppose it cannot be so bad. Any action God commits can always be rationalized through human sin. If we are so flawed and made in his image, who are we to judge? Should we not strive to be better than he? Of course we were given Christ, his son, to set that example for him." Morgan sighed and leaned back on his hands, letting t
  22. Morgan moved over to a new patch of grass feeling that he now had the hang of things. "Alright well since I've got this done and dusted how about I speed things up a bit" He mumbled to himself. Morgan thought it'd be a good idea to grab a whole bunch of them at once, and so that's what he did. Morgan opened his large hands and swept it over the grass, picking up handfuls of flowers at a time. This would sure net him some usable material at least, or so he thought. One by one each flower in his hand disappeared before his eyes. "W-What?!" Morgan looked at the ground to try to see if he could fi
  23. Morgan chuckled, licking his lips as he downed the contents in his mouth. "Last time I checked God was the one who decided if you went to hell or not. And as his mouthpiece with invested power by the Church, a missionary, I have forgiven your sins on his behalf. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. The amount of sins you commit doesn't matter, so long as when you repent you make the commitment to abstain from that sin again, that's your duty. The guilt that wears your face is punishment enough while you live, the soul that was given to you by God punishes us for our misdeeds for him unt
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