[F01-SP] The Whose Who of The Loan Past Due <<The First Few Lessons>>

[Alathazal 0]

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HP: [20/20]	Alathazal [Lv 1]		EN: [20/20]
ACC: [0]	DMG: [5]	EVA: [1]	MIT: [0]
Equipment		Battle-Ready Inventory
"Kaminoikari" 1H Straight Sword		Starter Healing Potion (5)
[Tier 1, Enhancement: +3 DMG]		[Heals 50 HP]
Ninpo-Yoroi (Light Armour)
[Tier 1, Enhancement: +1 EVA]
Skills
Rank 1	1H Straight Sword		+3 DMG
Sword Art Skills
[x4] ST-I: A single-target sword art (EN: 4)
[x3] AOE-I: A sword art that strikes multiple targets at once (EN: 1 + [2 * number of targets])
[x4] TECH-A: A single-target sword art that stuns an enemy (EN: 5)

It had been nearly a week since the announcement, since they had all become trapped in this digital fantasy, since the names began to be crossed off the list.  The list, it's a joke really, The Monument of Life, a sick monolithic stone scorecard the game was keeping as a joke at players' expense.  First went those who had been beta-testers, they had experience on their side, they knew where they were going.  With them went the foolhardy and headstrong, becoming the first names to leave the list.  Then came the floods, hundreds upon hundreds of scared players, not knowing what else to do without course or thought they left the sanctuary of the game's initial spawn area, the unprepared defeated by starting mobs, the unwary betrayed but other players.  But the swells have eased, there shouldn't be that fight for resources anymore.  It's now that Al decides that it's his time to leave the Town of Beginnings, it's time for his life in this game of death to begin, determined to survive, determined to escape.

Al didn't expected the journey to Tolbana to be a long or particularly dangerous journey, but nothing could prepare him for boredom he encountered.  Mobs were being systematically farmed, resource nodes were being harvested within moments of respawning, the game had been flooded with players all trying to head for the same places, and these players?  The ones that had fallen behind, were doing what they could to earn experience, either unknowingly or ignorantly at the expense of the other players around them.

As the sun began to set, Al finally stood at the gates of Tolbana, the sun sinking beneath the horizon, he made it.  He made it, the town was sleeping at the moment but come morning the streets would be bustling with people going about their business. "Till then, it's time to sleep"

WC: 312

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As the morning's light touched his face, Al opened his eyes to the welcoming sight of a market that had been set up in the middle of the town square, standing up he took in his surroundings.  Thank goodness that don't have vagrancy laws in the game, he thought to himself, as his thought wandered to memories of sleeping in a bed, maybe soon he'll have one again he resolved.  As he began to walk into the market her heard a man's voice calling out.

"You there! Stop, please!"

Al spots a tall distinguished man, making his way towards him in great strides, he stands nearly as tall as Al, is an older man with short grey hair, moustache and brandishing a sophisticated monocle.

"Mr. Moneybags?", Al questions himself, comparing the man to the Monopoly mascot.

"Pardon me, but I am in need of some assistance, and you appear quite capable."

Al stops and turns to the man, examining him with curiosity, while his clothes are still old and worn they're style was more becoming of the upper class, guessing that he held some form of position within the town.  The man gives out a quick sigh of relief as he catches his breath, adjusting his jacket and the monocle over his right eye.

"I'll help if I can, what is it?"

"Oh Thank you!  My name is Dorian, and I am the mayor of this town. As part of those mayoral duties, I issued a small loan to a member of the community a few months ago. Well, the time to collect has come around and I-"

Flustered, Dorian twiddles the ends of his perfectly groomed moustache, bringing the ends to fine pointed tips.

"You see, I've forgotten who it was I loaned the money to. It's terribly embarrassing for a man of my position you see, but you must know I am a very busy man, and I cannot keep track of everything that happens. I'm sure you understand." With a wave of his hand, Dorian continues, "Should you be willing to track down the loan recipient for me, and collect the col, I would be eternally grateful. Just, maybe don't let anyone else know I forgot who the loan went to?"

With Dorian's request made a window popped up hovering in mid-air just before Al's.

Alert

Accept the quest? <<The First Few Lessons>>

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Al's hands trembled with trepidation, "My first quest!", the adrenaline was flowing and he could feel his quickening heart beat, through every vein in his body.  This was it, there was no going back after this, he thought of the danger ahead, then  of his Uncle and the adventures they had played.  He took a deep breath and without hesitation, "Yes!", he reached out touching the small blue circle icon on the pop-up, confirming his acceptance of the quest.

"Excellent, I knew I could count on you! You might start with Zackariah, the alchemist. He's often doing projects for the town, so it may have been him that borrowed the money."

WC: 509

Edited 1 hour ago by Alathazal