Tyrant from the West — Roleplayer Guild

CloudHaven Western District - Dawn

Avon was quite a lucky man. As apposed to many of the players who were forced to sleep on the streets, he had been lucky enough to be let inside a small group's house. Due to few people being able to afford a nice house by themselves, people who have known each other have begun to resort to buying slightly quality houses by sharing the price of it. Or at least, that is what a pack of three told Avon as they let him in to sleep on their floor. Although it was a rough night, it certainly wasn't as bad as it could have been.

However, now that he was awake, he wouldn't want to leave without bothering them. Or leave without taking advantage of them in their sleep! He quickly shook down the 'dining room', if you could call it such, and stole about three of the green herbs that alchemists would known were found in healing potions. After he did so, he made sure everyone was still asleep before heading out back outside. A grin on his face and a few more plants in his pocket, Avon's day was treating him just fine!

CloudHaven's Market District - Midday

Now that he was out of the house and on the loose. A few birds began to surround the area. Not many, but just a few more then the usual. If one looked to the sky they could see ravens picking a fight with a few of the pigeons and other smaller birds on the rooftops. This is also something that Avon noticed. It looks like they are getting a bit restless. A sign from Gaia perhaps? He thought to himself this as he entered the marketplace. He didn't have much in the ways of coin, but perhaps with the right touch he could barter himself some goods. Cause everyone could use a potion in this fun, fantastical world.

During the first few days of the game, Avon hadn't much chance to think for himself. But now that the calm has come and the players are starting to live a little. He could start to plan out his own plan of action! Although the phrase teamwork used to make him cringe during school, in a situation like this he knew it would be best if someone, or some group had his back. Although 'guild parties' and stuff weren't always his thing, the simple fact that this was his new reality made him all the more enthusiastic about it. This wasn't some grind-fest shit stain video game, this was a gaia-powered trap that they have to risk their lives in.

So, a guild it was. However, all of them sounded so trashy. And even the trashy ones probably would have something against a player like Avon. It looks like he either needed to make a guild himself or get lucky with a new one! He knew in his heart that he would possibly be one of the most incompetent guild leaders in all of Cloudhaven, so it must be the latter! So with a little bit of a kick to his step, he started to sing softly as he started his search. Have no place to go darling. Have no place to go!

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