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2017-01-10, 11:04 PM
It's a trap!
Up until now you have been primarily enjoying the world of Saviours. Everything feels so real and even the fact of exploring your own character in itself is interesting. Some of you have longer legs than you normally do and need a little practice in judging how long you need to move your muscles. Some of you are momentarily distracted by a different length of hair that allows for a different air flow. Some of you have different gendered attributes than you are accustomed to and that too takes a little time to adjust to. Overall though it seems like your new virtual body knows what it's doing however and if you trust it it seems like it's muscle memory goes a long way.
The quests are also interesting, quite varied in nature and it feels good when the NPC expresses their gratitude, if not the smiles then the gold.
At some point however you decide that you want to return to reality but then it hits you. How? Attempts to pull up a menu are failing and you are growing more and more conserned...
Devil's deal
The sound of bones cracking and muscles separationg as the Maria's head is separated from her body is surreal. Shivers ran down Nike's back. The fight had been onesided from the start even thogh it had been 10 against 1. If you could even call it a fight. The satyr-like devil had used some spell on them and Nike had been unable for the entirety of the fight, his thoughts simply not finding each other comprehensively enough that he could put them into actions. Two warriors had started screaming and attacked their own ranks and only two people, Maria and the old priest, Gammon, had had enough senses to proceed the attack. However as soon as the devil had summoned the pit fiends the fight had been done for. How in earth did he end up at this quest? Pit fiends are like level 20! The priests dismembered body lied to Nike's right. And now..
A chilling splat is head as Maria's headless body hits the ground and connects with the blood on the blackened iron floor. The devil turns his coal-coloured eyes towards the only standing member of the group, if only because his leg's had locket themself and rejected to listen to his commands. The devil spreads his wings out wide as if stretching before slowly walking over towards Nike. Halfway there he suddenly turns his head and stares back to where Maria's body was lying before. Following his gaze Nike sees that both Maria's head and body had gone, something that Nike remembers as being a sign that Maria had respawned. The bodies of the NPC's that accompanied them, however are still lying around..
The devil looks at your examinating, with renewed interest. From one movement to another he regains control of his limbs and his thoughts. "Who are you?" The devil's voice is heard. His voice suprisingly appealing. It gives you the impression that you might end up being good friends, if not for the longsword in his hand still soaked in Maria's blood. "I sense a craving for power in you but I do not sense why you wish it?"
White Walker
After character creation Morwel finds himself lying in thick grass. The green plant pokes his skin lightly and he hears the wind rastle the trees above him. Another sound is heard not too far to his right and when Morwel turns his head he spots a scarlet spider, way bigger than any spider he have ever seen before.
In a moment he finds himself on his feet, sword in hand. Wait, he had a sword? The iron is heavy but it feels as if his body is accustomed to the weight. Then the realization hits him. He's standing!
Murderer!
Variel sword pierces the flesh of the man. The feeling of metal cutting through flesh sends shivers down Variel's back. You hear his scream turn into a gargle as blood connects with his breath. He falls backwards and hits the floor with a crack that produces another blood-smothered scream. His eyes are wide open and his hands goes to his throat, clinching in panic as if he would be able to stop the wound if he pressed hard enough.
The boy that the man had been hitting is long gone and the pair are alone in the dark alleyway.
Night of the Harrowing
"A breather, here!" a voice is heard somewhere from the air. Mim looks around but can see nothing but tombstones in the dim light. Was walking alone into a graveyard at dawn during the night of the Harrowing really a good idea? Sure, the ancient tome had said that one could find power at this night between the dead but the instructions seemed less and less worth it.
"Does it wish to die?", another answers.
"So it seems", the first one answers.
More voices are heard, most of which sounds like they agree with the two first voices.
Then a new voice appears: "No! Watch closely. This one has the spark."
"Yes" and "Indeed" are heard from all over the place.
"What does a breather want here?", the first voice asks.
Outside the city gates
After an exhausting journey your group are finally standing outside the northern city gates of Angloa. It's not particularly windy today and the sun's touch on the skin is pleasantly warming. The smell however is dorminated by that of smelly bodies comming from the trail of mixed bodies, moving in and out of the city through copple-stoned road that goes right through the massive city gate.
Two towering sculptures flanks the city gate simultaneously bringing promises of protection to the law-abiding and punishment to the ones who break it. One human man that looks like he's off african decendance holding a spellbook, dressed in a wizard robe and with what looks like a small dragon on his, and one human man that looks like he's off asian decendance holding a greatsword and wearing full-plate.
You have finally arrived to your destination. What do you do?
Up until now you have been primarily enjoying the world of Saviours. Everything feels so real and even the fact of exploring your own character in itself is interesting. Some of you have longer legs than you normally do and need a little practice in judging how long you need to move your muscles. Some of you are momentarily distracted by a different length of hair that allows for a different air flow. Some of you have different gendered attributes than you are accustomed to and that too takes a little time to adjust to. Overall though it seems like your new virtual body knows what it's doing however and if you trust it it seems like it's muscle memory goes a long way.
The quests are also interesting, quite varied in nature and it feels good when the NPC expresses their gratitude, if not the smiles then the gold.
At some point however you decide that you want to return to reality but then it hits you. How? Attempts to pull up a menu are failing and you are growing more and more conserned...
Devil's deal
The sound of bones cracking and muscles separationg as the Maria's head is separated from her body is surreal. Shivers ran down Nike's back. The fight had been onesided from the start even thogh it had been 10 against 1. If you could even call it a fight. The satyr-like devil had used some spell on them and Nike had been unable for the entirety of the fight, his thoughts simply not finding each other comprehensively enough that he could put them into actions. Two warriors had started screaming and attacked their own ranks and only two people, Maria and the old priest, Gammon, had had enough senses to proceed the attack. However as soon as the devil had summoned the pit fiends the fight had been done for. How in earth did he end up at this quest? Pit fiends are like level 20! The priests dismembered body lied to Nike's right. And now..
A chilling splat is head as Maria's headless body hits the ground and connects with the blood on the blackened iron floor. The devil turns his coal-coloured eyes towards the only standing member of the group, if only because his leg's had locket themself and rejected to listen to his commands. The devil spreads his wings out wide as if stretching before slowly walking over towards Nike. Halfway there he suddenly turns his head and stares back to where Maria's body was lying before. Following his gaze Nike sees that both Maria's head and body had gone, something that Nike remembers as being a sign that Maria had respawned. The bodies of the NPC's that accompanied them, however are still lying around..
The devil looks at your examinating, with renewed interest. From one movement to another he regains control of his limbs and his thoughts. "Who are you?" The devil's voice is heard. His voice suprisingly appealing. It gives you the impression that you might end up being good friends, if not for the longsword in his hand still soaked in Maria's blood. "I sense a craving for power in you but I do not sense why you wish it?"
White Walker
After character creation Morwel finds himself lying in thick grass. The green plant pokes his skin lightly and he hears the wind rastle the trees above him. Another sound is heard not too far to his right and when Morwel turns his head he spots a scarlet spider, way bigger than any spider he have ever seen before.
In a moment he finds himself on his feet, sword in hand. Wait, he had a sword? The iron is heavy but it feels as if his body is accustomed to the weight. Then the realization hits him. He's standing!
Murderer!
Variel sword pierces the flesh of the man. The feeling of metal cutting through flesh sends shivers down Variel's back. You hear his scream turn into a gargle as blood connects with his breath. He falls backwards and hits the floor with a crack that produces another blood-smothered scream. His eyes are wide open and his hands goes to his throat, clinching in panic as if he would be able to stop the wound if he pressed hard enough.
The boy that the man had been hitting is long gone and the pair are alone in the dark alleyway.
Night of the Harrowing
"A breather, here!" a voice is heard somewhere from the air. Mim looks around but can see nothing but tombstones in the dim light. Was walking alone into a graveyard at dawn during the night of the Harrowing really a good idea? Sure, the ancient tome had said that one could find power at this night between the dead but the instructions seemed less and less worth it.
"Does it wish to die?", another answers.
"So it seems", the first one answers.
More voices are heard, most of which sounds like they agree with the two first voices.
Then a new voice appears: "No! Watch closely. This one has the spark."
"Yes" and "Indeed" are heard from all over the place.
"What does a breather want here?", the first voice asks.
Outside the city gates
After an exhausting journey your group are finally standing outside the northern city gates of Angloa. It's not particularly windy today and the sun's touch on the skin is pleasantly warming. The smell however is dorminated by that of smelly bodies comming from the trail of mixed bodies, moving in and out of the city through copple-stoned road that goes right through the massive city gate.
Two towering sculptures flanks the city gate simultaneously bringing promises of protection to the law-abiding and punishment to the ones who break it. One human man that looks like he's off african decendance holding a spellbook, dressed in a wizard robe and with what looks like a small dragon on his, and one human man that looks like he's off asian decendance holding a greatsword and wearing full-plate.
You have finally arrived to your destination. What do you do?