Yacai was a starter in the MMO Chamber of Wanderers. It acted as a branching hub to the outerworld as well, with various roads splitting outward from it and the massive Greens River. Early level characters could visit masters/mentors in the area to respec their class should they not be having fun with their current role, though this option falls off after level ten or so (Otherwise it became costly to do so). It would also teach the basic mechanics of how fetch quests, and basic movement works. Advancing players could start crafting skill trees from the area as well.

Player Name: G3O_VAN[, aka Geo was a relatively new player. They were a Kinnara, an avian-humanoid race with bird like legs and arms that resembled orange wings. They wore a wooden beaked mask, and plain tan clothing as they hadn't progressed much further beyond the tutorial at this point, but it was enough to hide their physical build. They were currently under a default 'warrior' class, and had a starter spear.

"Glad the mask was an option, definitely looks pretty cool! Though need to find some good quest drop items to go with it."
They'd state as they wandered around town. They would look about the area for any other, wandering players looking to gather a small party or duo.

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G3O_VAN
LVL: 5
HP: 25
MP: 10

Beggar bandit
Lvl: 3
HP: 6/10
MP: 2/5

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The raggedly dressed man gripped his cane firmly as he staggared around his enemy, circling the statue of a man standing before him. The bandit panted heavily. He had expended so much energy and even his qi to unleash almost everything he had on his foe. They had proved far more dangerous than the bandit was ready for. Now he looked for an opening, a weakness. It wasn't that his attacks hadn't landed, the enemy was far from a powerful foe. The issue came from the rythmic hand gestures the adversary kept doing. Even now he saw them starting them up, and so they lunged it to take advantage of this distraction, and his cane slammed hard into the enemy's shoulder. Unfortunately, the damage did little to stop the movement.

you take 4 damage!

"healing palms!" The enemy called out, then with a golden glow his bruises and wounds faded away and the bandit was right back where he began. Now the unmoving man moved, his fist flinging out and slamming into the bandit! The fist clobbered directly into their chin and caused the beggar sect minion to stumble back. His foot, searching for purchase, caught on one of his fallen foes as he fell to the ground.

you deal 5 damage!

The brawl continued, but there wasn't much of a fight left. The Bandit put up a valiant effort, and having a weapon gave him an advantage. Unfortunately, just when he started to make progress a single hit managed to finish the fight and the wounds he dealt was healed away with the same healing palms technique.

Playername: Doctor_Buttz, had been in the game for a while now. They had joined with some friends in college, but classes where not equal and work took up any free time they might have had. This was one of the rare days when they managed to get to play. It was late in their dorm, but despite knowing better they were delaying sleep with hours of witching hour gaming. Doctor_buttz let out a heave of exhaustion as the last Bandit fell and their wounds where healed. It had been slow going, even slower since they had gotten to a road block in the form of the nearest dungeon. Without help and without much to do they had been spending time grinding out exp and loot from the wandering low level grunts in the Goldspan road. Things had been harder since their staff had been destroyed in their first attempt at soloing the dungeon.

you gain 58 exp!
You collected 5 gp!
You found 6 weapon components!

Doctor_Buttz, or Doc as the few strangers they had worked with, sighed in exasperation as they looked at the combat log. Nearly half an hour of labor all but wasted. They cursed themself for not respecing before they had hit level 10, or for putting points into the smithing skill. A shaman was no fighter, and without a weapon it wasn't much better. Mana was getting low, and it was time to head back to the main town. The plain looking individual turned away as the fallen bandits began to fade away, newer versions of themselves bound to respawn any moment.

Doc was a rather plain looking man in the game. They had done very little to edit the default design. A white turban and robes with a red shaw that barely covered the shoulders and ended half way down the midsection. A necklace and two rings adorned the character, a few little trinkets to try to boose stats, mostly a makeshift replacement for a weapon, a damage boosting ring, an HP boosing ring, and a necklace to boost their healing spells. Their character was a petite man, with a toned musculature that was all but required of a character model. Their dark skin contrasted their blue eyes and the only hair exposed on the young yet masculine face was the white eyebrows above their beautiful eyes.

The trip back to town wasn't a hard one but it felt like ages before he was back. Doc couldn't really mind it though. Amongst the monotony of grinding and selling discarded loot, the peaceful walk through a beautiful river valley was far from unappreciated. In a way they where upset when the got to the bustling hub town for new players. Most players these days where a higher level, but Buttz couldn't help but return to this place. He traded in his Weapon Components for a few measily GP, and spent time waiting for their HP and MP to return. Once it did, they tried the same method that had failed them every other time.

"anyone need a healer? Trying to grind for levels tonight" They called out, sitting on a park bench on the main street in town.

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Doctor_Buttz
Lvl: 10
HP: 32
MP: 50/50

Geo had been dashing about the place for a few minutes. It seemed he hadn’t garnered enough attention to get into a party right away. Although something felt off to him. He sworn the time hadn’t been too late, but the number of players in the area seemed pretty small, or at least in the plaza. Maybe there was some maintenance or some other event that had started & he missed the notification. It wasn’t too worrying right this moment as there were still players around and walking about, but not as large in number as expected.

The players he did see or run past so far were either shopping at stores or setting up vendor stalls themselves. In the latter case they were pretty much AFK in the main plaza, and made it a little hard to spot other active players purely by field of vision. Being new, Geo hadn’t the chance of purchasing equipment at this time as it was. He was far better off speedrunning quests for equipment from the looks of it, and the early tutorial monster fights hadn’t dropped much except for a few copper and obscure crafting materials that he couldn’t use yet.

As he dashed about, there was something bright that moved in the corner of his eye. A new person that had walked into the main area wearing a white turban & a red shawl. It helped this, Doctor_Buttz stand out among the background colors. Definitely in comparison to Geo’s own bland and somewhat camouflaging tans and browns. Another player just casually walking about, and not tied up in other business seemed like a great opportunity to drop in on.Only to hear them looking for a team a moment later.

“A healer! Sweet!”
Geo would shout at the offer as he came barreling over. A blur of soft browns & orange feathers charging right toward Doctor_Buttz from the west side. Before practically hopping onto and standing on the bench beside them. He did choke down a laugh at their username, and was partially surprised it got past a game’s censoring system.

“I am Geo! A spearman eager to have some fun in this world.”
He would perform a basic figure eight with his starter spear. He moved it slow both for the practice, and also not to accidentally whack the healer next to him. It felt more organic to do the movement entirely manually as he’d dip the spear blade and guide it around in an ‘infinite’ type pattern in the air in front of him.

“I’m going to be on for a few hours, and definitely could use the levels. Although I’m hoping for a bit of armor, at least light armor that matches this here.”
He tapped at his beak bask.

Friend Request

G3O_VAN Has sent you a friend request.

{Accept} {Deny}

Party Inivte

G3O_VAN Has sent you an invite to join their party

{Accept} {Deny}

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G3O_VAN
LVL: 5
HP: 25
MP: 10

Doc sat back in the Bench. The world they where in was beautiful, and even though he was here to grind their hours away, they couldn't help but take in the scerenity of it all. The trees swaying in the breeze, the way the sunlight and shadows around town all created the shadows against light. Even in the starting village, it was nice to stop and enjoy the amount of effort the developers must have put into the little things. The trickle of the streams that went into town, the general feng shui. It all aided in soothing Doc's mind and easing the stress of grinding for a new stave. The free moment made them consider if wasting precious sleep on a game was a good idea, but they quickly lost their train of thought when a shout caught their attention.

Doc turned, only to see a blur of dull colors before a strange bird-man was suddenly before them, perched on the bench like standing on a seat was normal. They swirled their staff with a confidence unexpected of a player, especially a new one. Doc could tell by the armor they wore alone that they hadn't been playing for long. He had managed to see a few glimpses of the pristine and flashy sets of armor his friends had. They looked like gilded gods amongst the peasantry when they had played with him and showed him the ropes. That felt like years ago, even if it had only been a month.

Doctor_Buttz smiled softly to the stranger, looking up at them in their unusual but appreciated display of energy and guile.
"Nice to meet you Geo, call me doc. I'm trying to have some fun in this world too" He stated in a plain tone, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the last statement. Trying was an understatement. He was begging to have fun, but the tedium reminded him of life outside the game more than anything. Doc moved to stand up when a box appeared on his screen. Another smaller image of mail signalled to him that he would have another one appear soon enough.

Friend Request

G3O_VAN Has sent you a friend request.

{Accept} {Deny}

Party Inivte

G3O_VAN Has sent you an invite to join their party

{Accept} {Deny}

Doc gladly tapped both buttons, and as he did a smaller series of bars appeared under his username along with Geo's full username. Doctor_Buttz admired the stats for a moment, frowning a bit to see the lower level.

G3O_VAN
LVL: 5
HP: 25
MP: 10

Still, they weren't far off, and comparatively Geo would be a much harder hitter at the very least. The turban-wearing monk returned their gaze to the masked bird before him, nodding in approval. This would do just fine, and could greatly benefit both of them.
"If it's levels you're after, I think we can both agree on that. I've been trying to get out of this starting area for a bit but well, I'm not exactly doing much on my own here." He stated simply, motioning to his lack of weaponry, then to Geo's spear.
"I bet you and I could make a good team. There's a bandit hideout not too far from here. Bet there is good loot there too," He stated, pointing in the direction where his map marker glowed on his screen.
"I'll keep you alive if you knock a couple heads," Doc stated before letting out an audible yawn as he spoke.

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Doctor_Buttz
LVL: 10
HP: 32
MP: 50

Edited

There was far less of a reaction to the brutal demise of the enemy NPC from Doc. They looked at the falling foe with apathy, and their facial expression hardly changed when loot notice flashed onto the screen before them. They seemed equally unempathetic to the tension in Geos voice when he tried to play it cool. Doc was simply unaware of his concerns, the lack of facial expressions visible to the tired hunter certainly did not help. They had spent hours punching their way through these grunts, hearing them express their pain, bloodying noses and bruising cheeks. If anything Geo’s bloodier method of taking out enemies was mercy.

Doc tried to match the excitement his ally had over their loot but deep down inside he was frustrated. The battle went much quicker and smoother than if he had done it himself, but now they were splitting the exp and loot.
“Yeah, maybe you're right. I might even be able to get a new staff after this dungeon… stave? Whatever” he said with a forced chuckle.

Once more Geo began to swing his spear about, preparing to kite in another one of these peons. This one pulled out a hatchet, much like the random one they had aggroed before they showed up here. Similar to that foe, this one charged with shocking tenacity. Unlike the more cautious spear man’s defensive approach, this one at least at Geo once he got close. He spear came flying at his shoulder, but he tucked himself in and let the blade narrowly nick him, forming a thin gash that began to leak a deep crimson ooze of blood.

Beggar bandit takes 5 damage!

Unfortunately, Geo was now on the defensive. The axeman had closed the gap and cleared the range of the spear. His hatchet was fast and short, and he swung it wildly at Geo. Clearly an untrained fighter relying on recklessness and tenacity.

Doc stepped around them hastily, trying to circle their foe. Without a weapon of his own and without any armor, they weren't much help in a fight like this. Still, if they could get behind the enemy, then they’d be able to strike hard and fast. Geo just needed to hold out until then. Once in position, Doc rushed in and grabbed the nappy hair of the beggar, pulling him away fast, causing them to lose their balance and yelp in pain.

“Get him, quick!” Doc called out.