Sunnylaros

Thread closure Word Count: 4,404 EXP: 4,404/5*1 = 880 (Word Count) + 800(Quest) = 1680 Col: 400 (Page) + 2,000 (Quest) + 100 (Treasure Chest) = 2,500 Items: Perfect HP recovery potion x 1 (Zackariah's Special Draught) T1 Rare Vitality Consumable x 5 (Big Bertha Braciole) Treasure Chest ID: 249032 Materials x 5 T1 Rare Weapon <<unidentified>> ID: 249032a T1 Rare Consumable <<unidentified>> x2 ID: 249032b, 249032c

It had been an interesting day for Sunny. He knew from previous games he had played that this was just the start. Walking back along the road towards where he hoped Mayor Dorian would be waiting, he realised that it was all upwards from here. The next mobs would no doubt be bigger, hit harder and he'd have to start doing some proper damage to take them out. And he'd only spoke properly to a few NPCs so far... There were loads of players populating this world too that he had, so far, avoided. It didn't take long to locate Dorian and as he approached the Mayor greeted him warmly before turn

As he approached he could see a wide grin covering the face of the fisherman, the crows feet at either eye especially pronounced against the weather beaten skin. "Not bad. I figured yer were gonna throw a hissy fit, but yer did alrigh' in the end." The man was holding a sealed letter in his hand and waved it a little in front of his face as he continued. "Now, this here will more'n settle my debts with Mayor Dorian." He gave the letter a wipe against a stale barrel of day-old catch before holding it out to Sunny. “That should serve Dorian right, for how he treats his debtors.” Sunny

At first the chest wouldn't budge. Sunny shoved some traps aside and as he gave another tug he felt the chest move. As he raised it up and set it down onto the plank he was pleased to hear the notification sound of a successful search. His anger at his previous failed attempts melting away, he let his eyes run over his find. Made of wood, with metal, reinforced corners, it was the quintessential loot box of his youth. He had opened hundreds of items like these in games, but always experienced it through a screen. This looked and felt so real and the excitement at what was to come with the open

"I must be getting close." Sunny thought about the errands he's been on so far and how he'd already learnt so much about how this world worked. There was undoubtedly lots more to pick up. And he'd probably have to learn more intricate manoeuvres than just swinging at single mobs, but the thought that he'd soon be completing his first quest, at least he hoped he would, was an exciting thought. The docks weren't too hard to find and Sunny made his was to yet another bearded man tying off his small boat ready to unload an assortment of traps recently retrieved from the bottom of the lake.

The blacksmith looked up and grunted before walking over and inspecting the loot. "I use these on hilts," he explained as he placed the tusks under the counter. "And this one'll do the same, as well as providing some dinner." Sunny grimaced a little at the blunt explanation. "Now, now. I know what you're thinking. But these are wild beasts, as you'll no doubt have found. Smarter 'n you have tried taming these as pets and found out the hard way that it doesn't work. They're good for their parts, or they're good for staying away from, and that's that. You'll do well to remember that."

Sunny walked briskly back to Tolbana. He was sure that the boarlet wouldn't wake up now. It was showing as a quest item in his inventory so the combat sleep rules probably didn't apply. Still, he didn't fancy being ambushed by the beast. As he made his way through the streets he marvelled at how alive it felt. Each NPC with their own personality it seemed. Whoever had put this game together had really given it their all. He would smile at those that he passed and exchange small pleasantries. It was probably unnecessary, but he felt like it matched the effort of the creators of this place

He gave it a small toss in the air and watched it fall back into his hand, trying to judge how far he could throw it. As he neared what he hoped would be the final boarlet he took aim and threw. The truffle soared through the air, arcing towards its target and landed directly in front of the boarlet. "Yes." Sunny clenched his fist at the sight of the successful throw. The boarlet took a second to react to the truffle, sniffing at the ground to the left and right before homing in on the tasty treat. Sunny watched in anticipation as the truffle was quickly eaten. "That's it. A tas

With his eyes narrowed at the creature in front of him, Sunny concentrated on his swing. He wanted to make sure it was strong enough to take out the beast, but he also needed to ensure he was hitting it. Swinging wildly was bound to result in a miss. He led with his shield arm, taking aim at the boarlet in front of him before bringing his sword around and letting it slice through. The red line followed and he again felt the sense of accomplishment as the health bar depleted and the pixels exploded in front of him. "Two down, one to go." The tusk registered in his inventory. Sunny was

Keeping his feet planted firmly with his knees slightly bent, Sunny again swung his sword. This time he did strike cleanly and as the health bar changed from green to yellow to orange, Sunny smiled in satisfaction. The buff icon for Heavy Momentum blinked away but Sunny could tell that it had done its job. The boarlet reared up before bringing its head down and driving its tusks into Sunny. Yet again, his armour reduced the damage and Sunny breathed a sigh of relief. He decided that he wasn't in any real danger. Maybe he would have been, if he'd taken different skills when he made hi

Sunny ran at the boarlet in the same manner as his last fight, bringing the sword down just as before. He watched the blade fall but didn't feel the resistance. And the red line wasn't there. The health bar above the boarlet hadn't changed either. The information processed inside Sunny's mind as he felt the forehead of the creature ram into him. "Oof." Again the armour did its job and his health only reduced by a point. But the wind was knocked firmly out of his sails. This was the weakest mob there was and he thought that he had the advantage. That was a sobering thought. As he coll

Feeling emboldened, having nearly defeated the boarlet in one strike, Sunny smirked at the beast in front of him. "Sorry, but today's not your day!" He pulled back his right arm, the sword glinting in the sun, and used his left arm, which was equipped with a cosmetic shield, as a counterweight. The blade slashed down, a smaller red visual appearing this time as the rest of the health bar was depleted. The boarlet exploded into colourful pixels, leaving behind a tusk on the grass. "Heh. I didn't even take damage that time." Sunny bent down to pick up the tusk and transferred it to his

As he ran forward Sunny let out a howl as he raised the sword. "Raaaahhh!" It wasn't the most dignified noise he had ever made but in the moment it felt appropriate. As he neared the boarlet it turned towards him. The eyes gleamed a bright red, easily visible against the short, black hair, and the boarlet let out its own squeal as it charged at Sunny from the grass it had been searching for grubs in. As his sword swung down the boarlet jumped into Sunny's midriff. A long red line appeared in the side of the boar, indicating a successful hit, and the health bar above its h

Sunny returned to the same area he had carried out his gathering. The plains of the first floor were vast, and Sunny had already seen groups of boar wandering around earlier. "May as well start where I know they were." he thought to himself. His hand rested on the sword hilt as he walked, looking for the boarlets that would provide the tusks required by Lyle. Sunny snorted at the thought of the blacksmith. "Maybe he'll let me get a word in after I bring him the tusks and I'll be able to move on with the quest." It didn't take long for Sunny to locate a group of boarlets and as he dre

Walking along the road, Sunny let his eyes wander across all the shops and stores, searching for the blacksmith. He hadn't gone far at all when he saw the tell-tale sign, literally, of a hammer and anvil outside of a shop. Smoke was rising from an attached chimney, another sign that he had found what he was looking for. As he entered the shop his eyes took a moment to adjust. There was light flickering from a forge, accompanied by sparks flying from a hammer striking metal. A clang would ring out with each strike and Sunny could now see a man with a leather apron turning the weapon he was