[center][h1][color=8882be]Reylan[/color][/h1]
[b]Arrows[/b]:17
[color=a2d39c]Renn[/color]: 778 >>>> 767[/center]
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His arms felt heavy like iron. His legs cried for rest. His mind flooded with incomprehensible thoughts. His heart raced and threatened to explode from his chest. All these hit Reylan like a figurative brick wall as he exited the dungeon leading the party out of it's pathways. He cheered out loud at the large reward that popped up on a message screen, that was a TON of money! And all that exp to boot? Suddenly the physical qualms he had were evaporated into the digital air, this was what a hard-fought victory felt like. It was addicting, he admitted to himself. However, that was not all he received.

His eyes read the message once, twice, and then three times over as they group made their way back. The admin was watching them? He didn't know how to take this new information. The same man who condemned them to die had given him a gift and very valuable ones at that. Was was his angle? Why do this at all? Having the interest of the admin could mean their assured and swift deaths or a potential resource that could help them end this...nightmare? He struggled to call this that. This world was everything he ever wanted from a game. A perfect escape where he could be something greater...something better. People died in the real world every second of every day. Silver eyes glanced around at everyone walking with him, catching Alisea and Aster move out to climb one of those strange things. Things were already starting to feel like normal here, as if this was his everyday for years instead of only a couple days. He could live every last minute of his life in a world like this.

Yet that was a false hope that could never be. It left only one course of action if he ever wanted to experience this life once more. Reylan, if he ever made it out of here alive, would climb the ranks of the development world and craft his own 'Talrae'. He had started taking animation and computer aided design classes at college before coming here, now he knew what he wanted to do with his life. A small laugh escaped his lips as he pulled himself together, why did he always have such grandiose thoughts? The world outside did not matter. Not right now.
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Reylan entered after Alisea and Han's greeting served to pick up his mood. [i]Mighty Adventurers[/i]? He did like the sound of that. At least nobody was going after Dub right now, he felt like he was going to have to intervene after that last fight. Karma had surprised him with that remark he gave to Dubstep, it was kinda out of nowhere. Hunger had slowly crept up on him since the morning and now it was begging to be silenced, so he found himself a seat. Of course when he sat down he realized it was the same table that only yesterday he met Aura and the others. [color=8882be][i]I'll find you, whether you like it or not[/i][/color] he said to himself as one of the 'lasses' came over to him "[color=8882be]Ah, I guess..I'll have the roast beef and a water! Oh! And mark me down for three nights here[/color]." Of course he would still get nervous talking to new people, that didn't change from becoming the leader. What it right for him to call himself that? He had basically just assumed the role when the dungeon started and rolled with it, he wanted Aura to be their leader from the start. It had to be a one time thing surely. Reylan hated to admit it but being the leader felt natural and he wanted to know everyone wanted him as leader. Before entering town, he told the whole party to send him a message with their current spells and actions so he could give better commands. After that, he declared that they would try the dungeon in a few days when they were higher leveled and were properly prepared.