Nyala was closing behind the cyclops. The thing had come across their path from the side and she and the other scouts had almost missed it. Moving carefully, she hoped it was not one of the more lethal "red eye" cyclops' that could project deadly beams of magic. Stooping low, keeping her profile low, she readied her spear. Thankfully, the others seemed to have readied themselves. Thus she didn't have to take any unnecessary risks.
She was then about to cast her spear, pulling back her shoulder when an arrow shot out of the branches overhead and the blonde haired elven archer slid down towards the beast. Both must have been of elven manufacture for no arrow and no rope could hold such weight. She was exposed there, perhaps she was planning on getting the Cyclops to bash itself by getting its attention and leaping free at the last moment. If that was the case, it was a risky proposition.
Hurling her spear, lower now than she had originally intended to avoid any accidental chance of striking Alir, Nyala didn't wait to see where it struck. She immediately drew her twin blades and prepared to rush.
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The guards from the prison seemed to give up. Apparently watching most of their compatriots treading water and clinging to the shattered hulls of their sundered boats. Those were the lucky ones. Those aboard the helicopters had to either leap for their lives or explode inside They'd be out here for hours, waiting for someone to pick them up and that was fine with Carlos. The longer they spent chasing and recovering their people, the less people could be spared to search for them.
Carlos angled their boat towards a civilian harbour, some sort of yacht club. It was the sort of club that the affluent and powerful bought membership in and yet only attended rarely and then, mostly to show off their vast wealth or to party with a half dozen women twenty years younger than themselves. There was just such a group there no on a twenty foot long yacht that had probably never been out to sea. One man in his sixties was dancing with five women that must have been just out of their teens. Behind them, upon the shore was a bar intended only for the wealthy of the yacht club with incredibly overpriced items on the ticket.
Carlos angled their boat towards a civilian harbour, some sort of yacht club. It was the sort of club that the affluent and powerful bought membership in and yet only attended rarely and then, mostly to show off their vast wealth or to party with a half dozen women twenty years younger than themselves. There was just such a group there no on a twenty foot long yacht that had probably never been out to sea. One man in his sixties was dancing with five women that must have been just out of their teens. Behind them, upon the shore was a bar intended only for the wealthy of the yacht club with incredibly overpriced items on the ticket.
With the coming of the dawn, Saraswati realized her "day" was done. Thieving was much easier at night, most people slept and accessing their inventories without their noticing was much simpler. Further, it was far easier to shake pursuit when one could disappear into the shadows. For the first hours after dawn she visited shops, selling her more common spoils and that was where the frustration came. In real life, selling an item typically garnered you one quarter to half its value. Here in this stupid game world, just like in most game worlds, one earned only ten percent. It definitely made thieving Col much more lucrative than candlesticks, snuff boxes and fine china.
Still, another evening and she had enough coin to survive her for a while. Actually, thanks to her savings from back when she was ambushing players and adventuring she had a significant overhead. She'd been slowly eating away at that overhead but it would last a year at this rate. If they hadn't escaped this infernal hell by then she rather imagined they'd all be dead anyways. If only someone could hack their way clear to the internet, find out what was going on outside. Had they been moved to hospitals? Maybe when the Nerve Gear self destructed they were able to resuscitate the victim? Were the police hunting down the game designer?
Then she headed towards the tavern. This early in the day there were few players. Mostly they were NPCs that would file out and disappear when PCs came into the tavern and took their place. That really didn't matter. Taking a seat in one of the rear booths were she could easily see those that entered through the front and possibly bolt for the back door in case of emergency Saraswati took a swig from the ale she ordered and pondered. Leaning back, stroking her long ebony braid, she considered again her situation. The last time she was here and so considered it she tried marrying a wealthy NPC. The idea was simple. She'd have access to his unlimited money, protection from his guards, and a cushy place to stay for free. That, unfortunately, hadn't worked. The game specifically seemed designed to avoid that particular tactic. She even once considered whoring for coin then she remembered how sick and disturbed some players could be and abandoned that idea as fast as it came to her.
No, she was pretty much in this for the long haul.
Still, another evening and she had enough coin to survive her for a while. Actually, thanks to her savings from back when she was ambushing players and adventuring she had a significant overhead. She'd been slowly eating away at that overhead but it would last a year at this rate. If they hadn't escaped this infernal hell by then she rather imagined they'd all be dead anyways. If only someone could hack their way clear to the internet, find out what was going on outside. Had they been moved to hospitals? Maybe when the Nerve Gear self destructed they were able to resuscitate the victim? Were the police hunting down the game designer?
Then she headed towards the tavern. This early in the day there were few players. Mostly they were NPCs that would file out and disappear when PCs came into the tavern and took their place. That really didn't matter. Taking a seat in one of the rear booths were she could easily see those that entered through the front and possibly bolt for the back door in case of emergency Saraswati took a swig from the ale she ordered and pondered. Leaning back, stroking her long ebony braid, she considered again her situation. The last time she was here and so considered it she tried marrying a wealthy NPC. The idea was simple. She'd have access to his unlimited money, protection from his guards, and a cushy place to stay for free. That, unfortunately, hadn't worked. The game specifically seemed designed to avoid that particular tactic. She even once considered whoring for coin then she remembered how sick and disturbed some players could be and abandoned that idea as fast as it came to her.
No, she was pretty much in this for the long haul.
I did participate in such an event. I do remember an unfortunate "spartan" who tried to hijack the entire storyline and chased all the other players away.
Daytime? Time to go to sleep then. *lol*
Saraswati moved from rooftop to rooftop, peering down into the alleys. She had to be careful as she was technically outside of the "safe" zone. Actually, with the orange flag above her head she couldn't even enter an actual safe zone or risk being mobbed by a bunch of settlement guards. Worse still was "The Army, or the Aincrad Liberation Force. They would lock her up inside their Black Iron Palace and, most likely, throw away the key. A life of petty thievery wasn't all it was cracked up to be but spending the rest of her life, until the servers eventually crashed, inside a dungeon wasn't really her cup of tea either.
Ever since the announcement that this electronic world was lethal she'd retreated from higher floors and came back down here to the second. She just didn't see the allure in fighting monsters and ascending to ever more dangerous areas. If one of them managed to free them all, so much the better but she wasn't going to take the risks. Monsters, thankfully, didn't enter settlements, safe zone or not. They might be plenty in the sewers but not on the streets and in the buildings. She'd heard rumours of course, of vampires, werewolves and others that masqueraded as NPCs and attacked without warning but she'd never seen one in person.
Walking across a cable strung between buildings Saraswati marvelled at her sense of balance and the confidence she felt. In real life she'd never have attempted such a crossing but her she was, clutching the rope between her arches of her feet and sauntering through the air. In short order she'd reached the other side and was moving stealthily across the tiled roof. Peering down into another street, her bare toes curled around the eaves trough of the building she called forth her inventory. Mostly it was junk. Small items of little or no worth that she'd stolen from NPCs and PCs alike. They were small items, the like that would be an annoyance to lose but not necessarily a hindrance. The last thing she wanted was to anger a player enough for him or her to gather his fellows and seek her out. No, just enough that it wouldn't be worth the bother of trying to reclaim their property.
Surprisingly, Saraswati spotted some silverware through an open window and moved, leaping across empty space, shimmying down the side of a building before perching upon the window sill. Her sharp golden eyes took in the room, searching out traps or ambush but she hardly expected anything. Sara placed one toe against the wood below the sill, then slowly put her weight down and then padded quietly across the room. In short order, she was searching through drawers and sliding her fingers along hung paintings in search of hidden compartments. All she received for her trouble was three Col, a silver candlestick and some steel cutlery she recovered from next to a half eaten piece of pie.
Then she retreated, heading back towards the rooftop. She could sell these things to her fence and earn a few more Col, enough to pay the rent and possibly earn a few drinks at the local tavern.
Ever since the announcement that this electronic world was lethal she'd retreated from higher floors and came back down here to the second. She just didn't see the allure in fighting monsters and ascending to ever more dangerous areas. If one of them managed to free them all, so much the better but she wasn't going to take the risks. Monsters, thankfully, didn't enter settlements, safe zone or not. They might be plenty in the sewers but not on the streets and in the buildings. She'd heard rumours of course, of vampires, werewolves and others that masqueraded as NPCs and attacked without warning but she'd never seen one in person.
Walking across a cable strung between buildings Saraswati marvelled at her sense of balance and the confidence she felt. In real life she'd never have attempted such a crossing but her she was, clutching the rope between her arches of her feet and sauntering through the air. In short order she'd reached the other side and was moving stealthily across the tiled roof. Peering down into another street, her bare toes curled around the eaves trough of the building she called forth her inventory. Mostly it was junk. Small items of little or no worth that she'd stolen from NPCs and PCs alike. They were small items, the like that would be an annoyance to lose but not necessarily a hindrance. The last thing she wanted was to anger a player enough for him or her to gather his fellows and seek her out. No, just enough that it wouldn't be worth the bother of trying to reclaim their property.
Surprisingly, Saraswati spotted some silverware through an open window and moved, leaping across empty space, shimmying down the side of a building before perching upon the window sill. Her sharp golden eyes took in the room, searching out traps or ambush but she hardly expected anything. Sara placed one toe against the wood below the sill, then slowly put her weight down and then padded quietly across the room. In short order, she was searching through drawers and sliding her fingers along hung paintings in search of hidden compartments. All she received for her trouble was three Col, a silver candlestick and some steel cutlery she recovered from next to a half eaten piece of pie.
Then she retreated, heading back towards the rooftop. She could sell these things to her fence and earn a few more Col, enough to pay the rent and possibly earn a few drinks at the local tavern.
Nyala turned on her heel, following the much faster Kieran ahead. She couldn't hope to compete with a wolf in a short sprint, not with four legs against two. True, a human's longer legs made up for some of the disparity but not all. Wolves were dangerous mainly because they hunted in a manner similar to humans. They harried their prey, drove them in circles, using superior endurance to weaken their prey before moving in- not to kill... but to wound and wait some more.
Following the two wolves, Nyala picked her path, ducking beneath branches and leaping over uneven terrain with the ease of one long accustomed to such maneuvering. She had moved so since she was a wee bairn, freshly weaned from the tit. If one did not learn to move swiftly and easily in the forest one did not survive. Even those that foraged for berries and nuts had the skill.
Following the two wolves, Nyala picked her path, ducking beneath branches and leaping over uneven terrain with the ease of one long accustomed to such maneuvering. She had moved so since she was a wee bairn, freshly weaned from the tit. If one did not learn to move swiftly and easily in the forest one did not survive. Even those that foraged for berries and nuts had the skill.
Nyala watched as the troop approached the forest, her eyes the only thing showing through the foliage. A hunter's blind was something all people in the woods learned to make. A simple structure in which to hide, where you could see out and not be seen. One couldn't be murdered in their sleep if they could not be found. Some, like the archer, seemed comfortable beneath the leaves. Others, mainly the porters, looked like they were going to be eaten alive by wild wolves at any moment. Rustling the branches needlessly, making noise to let those within the column know she was approaching.
"Hail the column!" she said as she stepped out onto the highway with her newly crafted spear in hand, "I shall scout ahead and determine what dangers befall us."
Leaning on her spear she turned to look ahead, in the direction the troop was travelling. She was going to run ahead. She was an endurance runner and could outpace a horse over the length of a day. What's more, she could do it over rougher terrain. The druid could do even better by transforming into any number of animals. Between the two of them they should be able to provide some warning of fell creatures or deadly situations.
"Hail the column!" she said as she stepped out onto the highway with her newly crafted spear in hand, "I shall scout ahead and determine what dangers befall us."
Leaning on her spear she turned to look ahead, in the direction the troop was travelling. She was going to run ahead. She was an endurance runner and could outpace a horse over the length of a day. What's more, she could do it over rougher terrain. The druid could do even better by transforming into any number of animals. Between the two of them they should be able to provide some warning of fell creatures or deadly situations.
I don't mind so much. So long as the posting isn't too fast I like learning about these characters. Gives you an opportunity to discover who you want to hang with.
Aerandir said
Assallya, your character would have known the announcement (I forgot to put this in) but it's only the first 10000 players that logged on, no others ever came in. Think about it would you go into a game that 10000 people never logged out of In six months? If you can change that please that would be great.
Ah, from what I remembered, there were denials, government cover ups and other factors keeping the inability to log out from being made public. I'll make the changes, flesh out some more background and up the character level. Six months is a fair bit of time after all.
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