[hr][hr][center][b]Jared // Thael[/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // The City of Thorinn
[b]TIME[/b] // Morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Thael stepped off the Gate platform with practiced ease, ignoring by the vertigo that generally accompanied fast travelling in Pariah. Despite the game’s advanced technology, instantaneously moving from one place to another still caused the human body some discomfort. It was something most players got used to, eventually, and Thael barely noticed anymore. Shrugging the greatsword across his back into a more comfortable position, he set off towards the LFG lawn. The greatsword was massive, shiny, with a distinct silvery blue sheen to it. The hilt and crossguard were elaborately wrought in gold, and a blue gemstone was set in the pommel. It went well with Thael’s plate armour, which was resplendent in silver with gold accents and elaborate engravings. A gold cape completed the set. It wasn’t Thael’s best equipment, but it was his most versatile and thus the best suited to venturing into a dungeon he knew little about. He did not wear a helmet; instead, Thael had a very lore unfriendly baseball cap. It was a purely cosmetic item he’d gotten a crafter friend to make ages ago.

The lawn was two steps from absolute chaos, which was a vast improvement over the anarchy that had been pickup groups (PUGS) in the earlier days of the game. In Pariah, it was hard to tell who was playing what role. Still, long experience told Thael that the majority of players on the lawn would be DPS, with the usual shortage of tanks an healers. Still, Pariah ignored the old holy trinity of MMOs. That tall obnoxious bloke in the revealing coat could be a tank just as easily as he could be a healer. A staff could mean a firestorm inducing damage mage just as easily as it could mean a mage-shield-tank. Thael tended to stick with the classics though. Call him a traditionalist. His build reflected that: plain, reliable HP tank. Everyone was so caught up in mitigation tanking or dodge tanking or fancy variations thereof these days, but Thael preferred having scads and scads of health. To each his own.

He summoned a messenger feyling and sent it off to find Elian with a single word “Here”. It was through her he’d learned of the new dungeon, and he was looking forward to running with her again. A healer you knew at your back made any dungeon run way easier, and Elian was a good one. He wasn’t sure who else she might have asked to come along, but knowing her they’d be competent, which was always pleasant. Thael’s last raid had gone smoothly, but he wouldn’t have wanted to take that group into an unfamiliar dungeon. Fighting through known enemies with known strategies was one thing; a new dungeon was quite another.

A surly looking but familiar NPC was standing off to one side of the lawn; Thael knew him to be Underf, the dungeoneer quest giver. “Morning bud,” Thael said as he approached.
“I’m not your bud, pal,” the NPC replied grumpily.
“Au contraire mon frere, all peoples are my bud.”
“Well not me. Do you want your quest or not?”
Thael gave the NPC a long look, weighing the benefits of prodding him further. “Fine. Same as usual?”
“Gold and a random rare item for clearing the dungeon.”
“Alright then, I’ll see you after I’ve cleared the dungeon...bud.”
The NPC scowled but didn’t say anything, and Thael went to find some food. A vendor was selling some kind of meat on a stick that smelled delicious. Thael handed over a few coins and happily munched on the snack as he double checked his gear and inventory. Satisfied with his setup, he set off to find Elian.