[h3]Jarvoff[/h3]

"Somehow I don't think a GM's gonna be able to help us with this, but going to town's a good idea," Jarv agreed. He'd just had a sudden rather unpleasant thought; what happened if they died here? In the game, dying sent you back to the Cathedral in town, but now, they had no idea what might happen, and Jarv wasn't particularly keen to find out. The mobs around New Apple weren't particularly challenging, at least pre-expansion, but the idea of facing them in the flesh wasn't particularly appealing, even at level 90. Whatever 'level 90' actually meant now.

There was another danger outside towns that Jarv had just thought of; PVP. Just because he and his two companions had only just woken up here, it didn't mean others hadn't been here for longer, and knowing some of the assholes who played ET, they wouldn't hesitate to kill a group of careless players, consequences be damned. Best to get into the protection of town as soon as possible. 

Too late. Two players had spotted them from across the field. Jarv drew his greatsword and placed it point down on the ground in front of him, his hands clasped over the pommel. Not a threatening pose, but one that said he wouldn't tolerate any shenanigans by the unfamiliar players.