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[h2][color=c4df9b]Athel[/color][/h2]
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The streets of the city of Ascord is bustling with merchanters, traders & lastly scammers as per usual. Athel was at the most infamous area of the city- The Graveyard, placing offerings beside a tombstone carved with the names of her fallen classmates. This floor, the 20F, is the place where the last remnants of her old guild died. Of course, being a game, there aren't actual bodies or skeletons, but instead its buried with the previous equipment they worn, being more of a gesture of respect than anything. That's a habit of her, before heading out for any parties against the PKer's guild <<Laughing Coffin>> . [color=fff79a]"Cya ~" [/color]She uttered, leaving the city.

She arrived at the southern fields that her party have agreed on, and as always, she was the earliest. A raid for a grindspot of the <<Laughing Coffin>> guild, hopefully this one wouldn't be a failure like before. But, being in this field for umpteen times, she had a rough idea of how that crazy guild work already. Her first guild was a guild with her real life schoolmates, and that was the only people that she personally knew, her last line of attachment, that died in front of her. Athel had nothing to lose now, and she swore to at least have them rest in peace.

Leaning against the pillar of a watchtower, she checked for the last time that her potions are well-stocked & ready-to-use, and she was equipping her best weapon in her inventory: the Silent Axe. Beyond that Watchtower, Teleport Crystals won't work properly, and further South is the Southern Coast, a <<Laughing Coffin>> territory. Gazing at the morning sky, Athel waited for her team to gather. She wondered for a moment how many would survive this, but that wasn't much of her concern now, she's just a wandering mercenary, and useless concern to others is meaningless to her.