.Hack// [The World] Roleplay

Discussion in 'Lost Grounds' started by Haseyo, Dec 9, 2013.

Watchers:
This thread is being watched by 7 users.
  1. Haseyo

    Haseyo Active Member

    Local Time:
    6:23 AM
    {Those bittersweet memories of my past...
    [​IMG]

    The Terror of Death
    The World. A mass multiplayer online RPG. Millions of players logged on everyday, though not all for the same reason of course. While some preferred level raising, others simply enjoyed walking the streets of Root Towns and talking among themselves to escape the harsh reality known as life. It was a Geek's Utopia, to say the least. A place full of mystery and wonder that would draw people to it unconsciously to explore and unravel those tightly kept secrets. For most people that is.

    What common players didn't know, was that The World was a much deeper place that it seemed. Only few knew it of it's secrets and the real chaos that hid behind data fragments. One of those people being the infamous Terror of Death, also known as Haseo. Though the calamity was over and everything seemed safe for the time being, Haseo still found himself logging in everyday. He wasn't sure why exactly, but something still kept him attached to the place that held so many memories.

    "Boring." The single huff of annoyance was stated blandly from the Rogue's lips that was currently standing on the bridge that overlooked the dazzling twilight dream known as Mac Anu. Fingers tapped impatiently on the wood railing, as if he were waiting for something, anything, to happen. As of late, he found the scenery to be rather dull. Most of his friends continued life as they normally would, though their log ins were much less frequent than they were previously. Yet, Haseo still loyally logged in everyday, waiting for when The World would need him again, if it would.

    So, the silver-haired rogue reverted back to what he use to do before events prior, which was, stare out at the glistening data sea outstretched before him and contemplate his life. Hopefully, something interesting would occur today, or so he hoped.

    [​IMG]
    ....break and shatter like mirror glass.}
  2. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    The blue orbs and golden rings shivered down around Latorn as he logged into [The World].
    It has been quite a while since he was last seen online or rather since he has been playing this game. Normally people don't get to see him very often. He walked through the city of Mac Anu, watching everything that happened around him very carefully, as allways. The other people were busy running from shop to shop to get some items for their next dungeon raid. Only this grey haired guy stood at the bridge and watched the waves.
    Without saying a word Latorn walked up to him turned around to the water and looked at the small ships passing by leaving a trail of waves behind them. Somehow it was calming for him, probably because it was a huge difference to the busy people running around everywhere.
    "You do that often? I mean standing here, staring at the sea like this?" he asked the player standing next to him.
  3. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    At the meantime, Mont was left wandering the city of Mac Anu, content to find out whether or not there really was a sewer system, a secret area as were once spoken of commonly, so later it had been learned that secrets were best kept. This one posed the most puzzling: not as much as a sewer drain was about. Mont was an old member, but the game has changed quite alot since then, so he set anew to explore these new mysteries.

    All around him, people seemed to forget... that he could not handle at times, as he wandered the deeper ends of The World, usually finding home in woodlands, that maybe, he felt with all of his time, his years spent into the game, he'd surely deserved a home within. At times, they would take their word back on it, and ban him, but his computer was crawling with viruses, and somehow, it broke the ban for him eventually through each attempt, until it was just as well decided not to be bothered with. He spent his time in the world, flying about or helping the passerby in his travels. This time was different.

    All of the recent rumors seemed to tell of a sewer that appears and disappears, and all that come out are well off rich. The players wouldn`t respond to the messages of their companions of those that entered, which meant that the place either had something valuable, or there was a bug, either which were news to this player. The wavemaster began to tread on, each step more vigorous, at least in mind or manner, the more he took.
  4. Deshar

    Deshar Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    11:23 AM
    Troxin logged into [The World]

    He warped in just like everyone else had done on their first time playing, as soon as he did though he stood there amazed. This game was like nothing he'd played until now, sure he'd watched his brother play the game before but he just watched the computer screen, he hadn't been inside the game before. "This is so cool." He muttered to himself taking a step forward finally, into the area of the hub world known as Mac Anu.
    He kept looking around, amazed at the world around him. Until he finally bumped into someone else's character. He hadn't been watching where he was going, the virtual game around him had taken all of his attention. He smiled, ": )" and began running off over the bridges.
    Troxin began weaving in and out of other players, turning this random running about into a game in itself. He just kept rushing about smiling at the people he went past, ": )".
    MoogleMorphosis and Crim like this.
  5. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    At first, he was startled, because the vision tilted for just an instant, Mont thought he was beginning to lag until he looked around and watched as another ambitious player joined the rest of The World(pun c:). He stood for a good minute, smiling and wondering what the player would come across, and somehow, the yearn to reach out to him, to show the ropes, was welling up inside himself. Shaking his head, he turned away and began his search again, knowing a wavemaster wouldn`t be able to catch up as easily with the other classes, and besides, the player was out of sight by then. 'Maybe if...' he thought, unfinished, because he always left his thoughts like that, knowing the ends of them. If the goddesses willed it, then they may cross paths again. Now may be a nice time to mention that Mont had played the game long enough to gain a perspective of the game's deities.

    About now may be the time again, that he ceased his search for a moment, to fight the fiends outside of Mac Anu and to a nearby dungeon under the city, disregarding the sealed entrance placed by the admins ages ago. There was always a way, and besides that, the seal was old and forgotten enough to remove. By now, the seal was gone, replaced by an illusion one could walk through. Stepping through the seal himself, Mont continued down a ways, where unlit torches sat upon the walls, waiting for his touch to relight them. Oftenwise, torches can`t be lit and unlit, but for as long as he's played, he was allowed a custom skill of his choice, and Mont liked well to conceal himself and likewise this place, so none but he could wander it's depths.

    By now, the monsters had all fled, understandably because everyone had thought this place abandoned, and may as well take the monsters elsewhere also. He always came here to think, and often he wondered why it was that all was taken, except the dungeon's structure. He felt inside, that the rumors were true that the admins had little control over the game's physical setting, except to add onto it on occasion. He knew that this place was permanent, though only as long as it remained his secret... He recalled what had happened to the bugs that hackers dwelt in, the one remaining, the Slums...
  6. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    Latorn began to watch the people walking around him again. The grey haired player seemed to be afk of for some reason didn't want to talk to him. "Well whatever..." he said to himself, taking some steps back and morphing into a cloud of thick fog. Only a few players seemed to care that they just ran through something that was a pc just some seconds ago. The mist began to slowly disappear as more and more players walked through. Latorn already stood on top of a tall building near the save shop. He began to walk over the rooftops looking for something or someone of interest. Everything just seemed to be as allways he thought. Busy players everywhere, talking, trading or running around without a goal. Only one guy walked down a long alley, a dead end. "Maybe he wants to meet someone there" Latorn thought, observating the other players again. As he looked back the guy walking to the dead end was gone. He simply disappeared! "Well isn't that something?" Latorn silently said to himself smiling. He walked up to the place he had last seen the player and then sat down on the roof above, waiting patiently for his return.
    MoogleMorphosis likes this.
  7. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    Coming upon a hall, where he always kept lit, Mont confronted a statue, weathered and slightly cracked, it still stood, though forgotten of. Not even he knew the lore that once must have been able this worn figure. He smiled slightly, looking upon the pale womanly statue, he assumed rawly, and identified it as the goddess of light, Aura. One could hardly make out the face, but the general features remained, and a marvel it was to touch such lost history, the wonder. Clearly the creator (or creators, since the game's specific history was also enshrouded, though many people accept the age old corporation behind it's current works) had made this world so that one could bask in it's awe, its fill, its untold tales.

    Having spent a good few moments about, he closed his eyes, silently as though a prayer to Aura, before going behind the artwork and putting the rest behind him. The further he went, the more quicker the torches went out, though Mont only needed an instant, so he may see the next torch in front. When he had first gained the skill to light such torches, upon his first visit, this fact of the dungeon startled him. Now, he expected it, but also had time to theorize that the torches' deeper were far older than those before the statue, but some places had broken or missing torches, so he would have to brave the dark for a few moments until the skill was available. As he came close to the end of the tunnel, there was light to be found, and he followed it eagerly.

    Funny how only one (once a few, likely, before they moved away from The World) person knew of such a place, but it stood to be where it is now. Above, the light of the noon sun, in the game, passed down through some grate or hole so far up, but as the player calculated or guessed, Mont knew it was from some part of the above city of Mac Anu. Even though the entrance was still far off, through monsters of the plains, it was once more or less in plain sight. Now, it was hidden by grown shrubs, admins planted around the area assumably, to mark it as abandoned and nonetheless sealed. Beneath the city, he could not really tell where it was, but he wouldn`t dare take time to check it out for himself from above. Not that he would suddenly know it was the hole that illuminated this place now.

    Mont knew that he could not be seen from above, neither the place, because the depth and shadow, partially as to why it wasn`t spotted out by now. It shown onto an openness, and below, more depth, but in front of him was a stone bridge, and on the other side, a great gate, bound by giant-like chains and equally fitting lock. While the door was huge, it was backed under more stone, that light did not directly touch it, it was still a great wonder to behold... and the wonder of that which was on the other side. Since the dungeon was abandoned, he imagined that the item used to unlock it must cease to exist... 'Or there are few that are just as lost as this place' the voice of his mind told him, rekindling his inner flames, and he turned back, beginning the search once more.

    Truly, the dungeon itself was a maze, but he's explored it to the last inch, and even made a game of measuring it about, through its multitude of passes and curves. Mont took a glimpse downward, into the deep, and while he felt he must find its' ends, a shiver crept up his spine every time he thought of it. The deep moaned and groaned excessively, and he knew he may find anything down there, but sometimes he'd doubt that all of the fiends were truly gone. He sighed and fought the knot in his stomach as he resolved that the next time he passed through Mac Anu, he'd have to purchase and good long piece of rope, and hopefully some kind of light source, though he partially had felt that the light from above could possibly penetrate even the depths. 'For Aura...' he told himself as he made way for the entrance, turning off all remaining lights except for those at the statue.
  8. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    At least in this alley there were not too much players running around. "This could be my new place to relax" Latorn thought. It was quiet and all you could hear was the sound of the waves splashing onto the sides of the streets.
    There he was again. At the blink of an eye the strange player suddenly reappeared in the dead end. Latorn walked along on the roof tops as the guy made his way out of the alley. Then he jumped down right in front of the stranger. "Hello there." he said silently. "So tell me....what have you been doing the past hour? I don't think disappearing in the middle of a street and reappearing somewhen later is a new feature in this game is it?"
  9. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    His heart pounding, Mont`s eyes widened both in horror and surprise as this stranger crossed his path, knowing of his secret. All inside himself, he felt himself panic, as what would happen to the place, if it had eyes upon it? He knew bitterly that he should have checked about him before entering, but also that it would do no good to worry. His fasting and walk throughout the dungeon thankfully kept his mind more composed, than what it could have been, and he may have caused himself regrets... Beginning to open his mouth, to ask of his name and his reason in being here(never having used the game functions to easily gain another's name, for sake of a sense of realism), he realized both that he was in no position to question, and also, that it'd be bad manners to answer a question with a question. He crossed his arms over himself and sighed over his mess, starting once more, calmly greeting firstly, "Hey... What I have been doing, I don`t feel so overly-obligated to share with you, until I know you for whom and what you are."

    He felt as though it would be felt the same as asking for his name and reason, but this was not the case. Mont had a cautious tongue, and in it, sometimes there was deep meaning, sometimes even double-meanings whenever he'd be hard-pressed in a situation as such. Inside, he was feeling around, reaching for what may lay inside the being behind the avatar eggshell, and what kind of person he'd find. To clear his mind, he tapped upon the mossy stone floor, sounding the indecipherable voice of his woodrum staff that has been his support for years in-game. "The features of this place belong to those deserving of it. You may call me a moderator of sorts... If you or anyone wished to ever see it's insides... then you WILL keep this to yourself, and we may see of whether or not you are chosen for this..." The word 'chosen' had struck him suddenly, and in thought, the image of the mangled goddess appeared to him, and he understood that some are meant to, bound to be drawn here, but by light or dark, that was to be seen yet. Mont, also whenever he is at this stand, always manages to find what some may call a preachy tone, though in either case, he needed it to stand against the torrents of opposition and uncertainty.
  10. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    "So there is some kind of secret place here indeed..." Latorn replied. While staring into the eyes of the stranger he could feel that he was uncomfortable with this situation. "Well now something about me....I'm Latorn, known to some as The Stalker, which may be why we are here right now. I like to walk on the rooftops of Mac Anu and watch every little thing that happens around me. And players disappearing in strange alleys are nothing of the usual stuff you see here. But I guess thats enough about myself... Now what about this secret you're having here? And what do you mean with "chosen"?" Latorn said, still staring at the other guy. He became more and more interestet in whats going on here and now. He felt like he discovered something great. Or rather watched someone else discover it. Either way it was not something normal players would ever be seeing, that much he knew.
  11. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    Smiling a tad contently, Mont knew that if anyone were to attempt to search through the dungeons alone, they would quite unlikely have the skill required to light the way, as few gained custom skills, and most that did would have used their chance for some super attack or something of the sort. If one tried a flare skill, he knew that it would likely be limited by SP usage, and the maze was simply too vast to use such a thing, unless they cared little of spending much money on mana potions. Still, he did not like the leverage this one could have, not that Mont was all too bendable that way. Softly, he spoke, and if not for the game's own standards, his voice would but fall to a whisper,"What I mean by chosen, let it not fill your head, is that you have to prove yourself, to earn passage." He turned his staff from side to side, making a grinding sound, though would not damage the traveler's stick, feeling as though if things didn`t go as he had hoped, either there would be obliteration of a lost world beneath, or that one player would have a hard time logging out, or escaping...

    Mont was hardly the captor type, nor did he seldom do any wrong in this world, but he lived for the preservation of it, as a few had tried, and failed. He brought his gaze upon the player once more, realizing that he had let him vision unfocus, deeper in thought as to what to do next, and again spoke,"Secrets do not last that long in The World, Latorn. Once there were many, but now there are none, or if there are, they are well kept within themselves... or forgotten. Once more, I have to ask that you keep this one to yourself, because of the wonder, of what would remain, after this place ceases to be." Sighing heavily, he felt as though he had given too much, too much personal feeling that he lacked in most areas of his life. Mont knew, from part of his own nature, that many of those that stalked others either enjoyed watching, but with others, there was sometimes a sinister element. He turned back to the image of the goddess and his heart thumped, wondering if such a vast hall was meant to be rekindled, mayhaps the beginning of . . .

    The player could hardly wrap his own head around the idea of what purpose any new start for the dungeons could be, but if the Goddess willed it, it would be unwise to leave it be. What if the secret died with him, and again his home became ever forgotten, with none to explore it's wonders? He had to eventually pass the secret, so that it may live, but to whom, that was uncertain, so he must be open to others in either case. In some of the lower depths, there were some technologies, whose gears and magical contraptions must surely be beckoning to reactivate, with the prospect of rediscovering their purposes and the unlikely key. Shaking his head, Mont felt that he had gone too far, and such thoughts could lead to the destruction of this sanctuary all the sooner, though he'll see where small steps would take him.
  12. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    Latorn knew he was not one of the strongest players which made him probably too weak to discover the secrets of this hidden passage. "I usually don't talk to people a lot so keeping this a secret won't be too much of a problem. But I may not be chosen for this. Unless there are some things to sneak past in this dungeon my skills are kind of useless. And since this is still in a Root Town I don't expect some hardcore monsters to be in here." Latorn said walking slowly around the player. "Ohh right I forgott...whats your name?" He felt that the stranger didn't want to tell him anything more, but Latorn thought at least knowing his name would still be ok. Maybe, now they shared this secret they could be working together to discover it entirely.
  13. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    Looking over Latorn for his combat potential, it wasn`t really necessary, but he hardly looked at anyone, because of his self-containment, and the realism of the game. Either way, if he's ever to reach to any point of passing on the secret, it was always going to be within risk so... "It won`t be much of a problem, if you`re the honest type. To be level, if you plundered deeper inside the area than I, you know I couldn`t really say what there may be. " Partially he felt that he wouldn`t, but the unlikely half that said that he might plucked him with only a tad of jealousy and more excitement. He turned around, looking at the seal, which really only required something solid behind the illusion to make it more real to future would-be explorers, but lacked the skill to pick up items that wouldn`t register to others.

    He prodded the entrance with his crook-like staff, and a few foreign words to the Goddess, to lay waste to the path of those unworthy, but on the side, something that may look mystical and initial for the player behind him. As he finished, he turned around, smiling, feeling that Aura may listen to his prayer,"I`m Mont, though when I used to come over the forums, back in the day, I was called the Wandering Witch. I was a bit moody, as I understood, but I`d hope I`ve changed for the better. Come on." he said and nodded, before entering the dungeons. He had almost forgotten all about his need of rope, so he turned about once more, with a palm out, not all to worried if the other ran into it or not, and emerging. "I`m sorry, I came out because I need something... Though, if both of us buy both lengths of rope, it would look less suspicious than all at once, though, if you don`t feel up to it." He lifted a set coin purse, with just enough game coppers to get one half, holding it out to Latorn suggestively.
  14. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    "Sounds like a good plan" Latorn replied. He understood that together they would look less suspicious since other players would think they were in this dead end to talk about something private or to trade stuff. "If you want you could also just wait here and I'll use my nice little skill to teleport to the shop and back. That way noone will even see us and its way faster." he said smiling at Mont.
  15. Orion

    Orion Senior Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    5:23 AM
    Yuusei logged into [The World]

    He arrived coming in as all players do logging in. He quietly looked around the room observing everything around him. He then went outside for a brief moment and looked at the scenery. As quietly as he entered he went back to the Chaos Gate and warped to a Random Area.
  16. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    Feeling a bit suspicious of the idea of teleporting, he hadn`t used his telepipe, which was shaped as an ocarina, in ages, since rumors of some hotshot bounty guild claimed to be able to track warps, though to some extent, even Mont felt that could be fooled, at least in the minor sense. He looked up to see light illuminating more of the alley with each passing second, then he tugged the player through the door, this time, with the caution to look about him, and stood just behind the door. "I feel that the only way to make this work, is if you teleported only just behind the door. Some could be watching for that, but I couldn`t see why there couldn`t be a glitch or something that makes blips appear just at a wall." he tried to whisper to Latorn, and he tried to give time before someone else gained entrance, but the player behind Mont was usually panicky to react differently from thought. Shaking his head and sighing, he looked over the player, while making plans as to what to do of what could be only rumor.

    Before he could let Latorn use his skill, he had to refer back to his earlier experiences and evaluate them. Mont could recall skills that would bind a telepipe to an area, making it ineffective, though he sought what could conceal those marks... Snapping his finger successively, the wavemaster found some way, though it'd require something more ancient and complex than a telepipe, but recalling what Latorn had said, he only remarked on a skill, "Wait, what are the details of your skill? I have to know if it could be traced." It was unlikely he'd know all the specifics, but with teleportation comes the vast knowledge of it, he'd assumed. Later he may be able to construct a two-way chaosgate, uninfluenced by the rest, but they were expensive pieces, often used to connect particularly large sky ships, oft for pvp wars and the like, and it'd take a while to set up, both in general, and to his telepipe, getting ahead of the question a bit. It`d be too much to ask for.
  17. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    "It makes me dissapear into a deep fog and reappear somewhere near. I think the shops should be still close enough to get there at once. And I also dont believe I could be traced on that. Noone ever knew where I went when I just simply disappeared or they simply didn't care. Either way I do think it's safe for me to go." Latorn said confidently. He really hoped that his skills would not be tracable since teleportation and the surprising attack out of the nowhere was an importaint part of his fighting strategies. And even if his skill would not reach far enough to get him to the shop he could also just walk on the rooftops as allways. Noone would care about him as allways.
  18. Deshar

    Deshar Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    11:23 AM
    Troxin ran around for a while, pestering people and having a good time exploring the hub world. But he eventually got bored of running around aimlessly. "Ok time to go to a dungin." He looked around, so how exactly was he supposed to get to a dungeon? His brother had just put some words in and went off, but Troxin couldn't see any words. "Uh..." He breathed looking confused.
  19. MoogleMorphosis

    MoogleMorphosis Well-Known Member Senior Member

    Local Time:
    3:23 AM
    "Ah, that is interesting. Sounds that you shift planes unseen. I don`t think that could be traced, because teleporting is moving between tears in space-time." he said, smiling gently. Even in this world, he didn`t want every character to be a mask, so he put in some of his own likes to explain parts of the game for himself. It was all the more relieving, as Mont nodded in thanks and expectation to Latorn, and began to tread deeper into the dungeons, tapping his staff on each torch as he went, and relit them. He wouldn`t take him straight towards the Goddess, but had something to do elsewhere in the maze: trying to analyse the lost machina downwards. Something down there looked quite like the perfect place to put the chaosgate, amongst the rubble and wares, unmoving mechanisms stood, but there was almost a hill made of some old, but evidently very large focus chamber. All of that, Mont could already see in his mind before a few steps from the door as he added,"If you`d excuse me, I`ll be working on something below. Whenever you're ready, just follow the torches."

    One of the rude things of this player, was that he didn`t quite always use his manners, and didn`t always explain things until later. He took a few turns in his walk, but by now, if someday he could feel this world, he could probably just as well navigate in the dark through touch. Light was sacred, however, to Aura, so the travel always had felt like a pilgrimage for him. Opening a large two doors further, he found the room, just as he remembered it, and climbed the gear-like steps until he got to the point of his liking. It was then that Mont scanned about the area, looking for... a ring, as he found smaller ones about than necessary, maybe he could get a bit inventive, though sometimes that did more danger. It was just beneath him, that he found sizable ring, though made of a dark stone, and with the crystal shards he held in possession, he wrote his commands into it. He didn`t raise it quite yet, as he gathered some of the smaller rings, and some crystalline plates (those he left in a corner until judging their worth). The wavemaster was getting all the giddier as he bound some few crystals into two smaller rings, and began using some of the plates and the rings sized enough for fingers, and used his own skill to bind them into four invisible ropes that suspended the stone ring by energy, humming softly.

    The 'ropes' had the purpose of holding the gate up, but also to shield and disconnect the shards from the great chaosgates. As the two bundles of crystals held close to the gate charged it into spinning and actually functioning, Mont soon only had to release, and the rings of crystals would take their places beside the large ring, and charged it. Sighing, it took quite a bit, as he began watching the project he'd been working on, to see if it was steady. After a few moments of reassurance, he took out his ocarina, and wrote unto it the commands of the new chaosgate, being the only tool to connect to it, however, now, with Mont's sacrifice, he can`t use the great gates any longer, except to Mac Anu, which gave him the largest crystal that he wrote with now. "There, that oughta do things." grinned the wander witch, as he looked about at the heap of mess that he'd start on, to make this a proper portal room. That, he could probably wait, as he sat back and marveled at his own work.
  20. Latorn

    Latorn [GER] Moderator Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

    Local Time:
    12:23 PM
    "Thanks for the lesson about teleporters, wise man." Latorn said as he turned around with a smile all over his face. He felt like he was now part of something bigger, something that normal players could onl dream of. As he walked some steps through the empty alley he whispered some words, drew mystical symbols into the air and with the next small breeze he was carried away to his new destination. He then reappeared at least near the shop, on top of a roof only a few steps away. He jumped down, walked up to the shop NPC and started searching for the ropes. As allways every single player was busy with their own stuff and noome really cared about the others. Only a few were surprised as Latorn suddenly morphed into a cloud of fog and was gone.

Share This Page

  • Facebook