As an arrow flew from his bow, Matt became vaguely aware that this would be around the time that school ended, for most people. Not Matt, of course. The school in his town ended earlier than most people's- additionally, he'd convinced his parents to let him not bother with school, now that finals was over. The arrow arced through the air, obliterating one of the starting monsters, turning it into what amounted to a fine powder. He smiled softly at his kill, and turned to see one of the creatures, large and rat like, was leaping at him. He smiled and side-stepped, causing the creature to miss and go for a tumble, rolling through the grass and slamming into a small rock. The creature got to its feet and snarled. Matt smiled and made a finger gun motion at it.
"[color=red]Immolate.[/color]" He said, the powerful word briefly infusing his hand with a reddish glow before darting forward, setting the small creature alight. It squirmed for a second, before the powerful level ten magic overcame its level one defenses and it turned to ash. Matt sighed softly, brushing off his avatars open robe from the dust of just over a dozen slain monsters. It was boring here, and the experience to be had at the starting town was menial, but he did have a reasonably good reason to be there. With summer starting, that meant a load of new players would be trickling in. Perhaps he could find a new questing partner among them. While Matt preferred to fly solo, there were dungeons that [i]required[/i] two or more players.
In a few minute he trotted back to town, seeing the influx of new players with gaping mouths, staring at the shop windows with gear that was unholy-expensive, intended for extremely high level players. A few new players were beginning to find their way, drifting away from the shops of the high-level crafters and instead moving towards the tiny carts of the basic NPC shopkeepers, offering only the most basic swords and armor. Matt avoided them, hearing their chatter, arguing about which stats were the most important and jostling to get certain pieces of gear first, as if the NPCs didn't have a bottomless supply of the stuff.
He made his way through the streets, seeing some wide-eyed kid staring at two people viciously PvPing, neither gaining any ground. A cursory glance told him the kid was level 8. Between that low level and his apparent need to stand there like a sheep watching the PvP battle between random players told Matt all he needed to know. Matt continued to walk, looking for someone who might be closer to his caliber, be that through levels or through actions. High endurance sword user would probably compliment his talents, if he could find one...
He eyed a tavern up ahead, a sign denoting it as the 'Sleeping Wolf Tavern'. He walked closer, putting his hand up to call up a menu to he could enter the interior cell- A message came up in big letters. 'PRIVATE'. Matt cussed softly to himself and turned on his heel, choosing to look for a potential partner elsewhere.