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Allvar nods and starts running. With a quick sprint, he is inside the cave. He looks back from behind a boulder and sees that Alaric is almost there, too.

Name: Lilliana Roberts. Shadow being her name in the game.
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Looks: Blue eyes seemingly as if they are staring into your soul, and not your eyes. Silk smooth skin from head to toe. A pair of delicate lips that could make somebody smile by just looking at her smile. A perfect shaped nose. Her body covered in a Japan-ish style Kimono colored light purple with end of it being white. Wearing no shoes.
Personality(before/after abduction):Her personality being just as it was in the real world. While being extremely good at her trade of fighting, she is a very weak minded individual, gullible, low confidence in her self. Tends to stay away from other people due to the feeling she would be easily rejected.

Note: Indeed she did start with starting items, she has been in the game for a loooooong time.

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Noticing several players enter the Dungeon, Lilliana ponders whether she should go in with them or stay behind. Being a shy person and also of low confidence, she'd surely just mess everything up. "I'...I don't think I should try and help. I'd just cast a spell at something wrong..." She sighed, even while just playing the game, she knew those were real people, playing at their computers. She watched them band of adventurers, contently, despite they would not think anyone would just be content with watching them.

Then it hit, in a deep moment of thought at her high powered gaming machine she sat with all day. A very deep moment of thought, Thinking of how the game is incredibly realistic, almost Crysis like graphics, only mid evil style. Body going limp, head smashed on the key board from losing consciousness, as well as her in game counter part, falling like a puppet on to the ground. "Wh...What...?" Shadow muttering. "I'm...Not me..." She noticed, instead of her black T-shirt and Blue jeans she had on, she was now sporting a Japan-ish Kimono with purple and white, nothing on her delicate feet but seemingly a French pedicure. In shock she lifted herself off the ground, looking around at the slightest sound, but the sound was much more then nothing. Spells and swords smashing and casting, after all.

Resting against a rock nearby, too shocked to say anything about help, she could only watch the group advance unto the Dungeon.

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Alaric quickly hides behind the rock with Allver. "God *&^%^ it what in the world spawned that!" Alaric recalls that they did go and find a dangerous dungeon to start their quest. "Oh ya now I remember...I guess we should go and venture deeper after this!" Alaric's eyes turned red with fire and he became a human torch as many MANY fire balls rained from the sky and the dragons were no more.

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Allvar watches the destruction Alaric just caused seemingly effortlessly. "How long can you keep throwing those fireballs around? Don't you need any rest after all that?"

"Oh well let me see I threw about nearly 20 around now and I am seriously tired from well you saw. But who knows, I DONT HAVE A HUD!!!!" Alaric starts to laugh as he falls asleep.

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Allvar is feeling a little tired, too, but decides that someone has to keep watch for monsters and Alaric needs his rest. Having no idea how long would it take for Alaric to recover his power, Allvar drags him into a dark corner where he wouldn't be seen and finds a good rock to sit on. The place is ideal for a camp. Any monster coming from the long corridor leading to their hiding place would have a quick meeting with his javelin before getting even close. Allvar also noticed a stream of fresh water running into a small pool of water with some fish. "Strange", Allvar thinks to himself. "There shouldn't be any fish in a pool that small. But this is a game, after all."

A few hours later as Allvar sat a few kobolds could be heard coming down the corridor and the closer they got the more danerous they sounded, this must have kreeped Allvar out after seeing those fishies.

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Hearing the noise, Allvar takes his javelin and gets ready to throw it at the first monster he sees. Soon six small figures appear in the dimly lit corridor. Allvar's javelin flies right through the first one's neck and misses the second one by inches. The unlucky kobold falls to the ground and it's companions charge towards Allvar with only a moment's hesitation. Allvar draws his sword and looks at the sleeping mage. He proabably couldn't do anything even if he woke up. He was well hidden, so at least he could go unnoticed by the kobolds if they managed to get through Allvar.
"Get through me? A couple of scurvy kobolds?", Allvar thinks to himself as he watches the closing kobolds. "Hah!", he says out loud. "You're not going through me!"
The first kobold loses it's head as it comes near Allvar. The rest of them notice that this old man is not an easy meal, and take a more careful approach. Two of them try to get behind him, but in the narrow corridor, Allvar can easily keep them in front of him. The kobolds take a step behind, look at Allvar with bloodthirsty eyes and suddenly charge at him. Allvar dodges a small axe swinging at his head and impales the kobold holding it. He grabs another axe just in time befoe it hits his neck. He pulls his sword from the kobold and hacks the others head off with it. Suddenly he feels sharp pain as a small spear plunges into his shoulder, forcing him to drop his sword. The two kobolds left are behind him, both armed with spears, the other's weapon still in Allvar's shoulder. Allvar turns around and the kobold loses it's weapon, giving Allvar the chance to kick it in the head. It's head swings back and it's neck breaks with a crushing sound. Another sudden jolt of pain goes through him, as the last kobold slashes his leg with it's spear. Allvar falls to his knee, barely manages to dodge the kobold's attack and grabs it's neck, lifting it from the ground. The kobold's neck is small, and Allvar can easily squeeze it with just one hand. The kobold struggles for a moment and dies in his firm grip. Growling from pain Allvar drops the dead kobold and tries to get up, but his legs wont obey him. The world starts to go dark, and he collapses into the pool of black kobold blood. The pool is quickly turning red from all the blood he's losing, though...

After hearing metal on metal, Alaric awakes to feel rejuvinated. "Oh my what did Allvar get himself into today... Well nothing this little healing simble can't fix." Alaric points the simble towards Allvar and the wounds fade and turn to scars as Allvar awakens once again. "I'm not letting you die not untill we're both out of here."

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