My character is such a typical rogue, already thinking of pickpocketing people. xD
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Fyaira blinked in surprise when a brown-haired mage abrupted asked for her assistance. But, before, she could respond, a third player – a tinker – had also approached and asked to join the pair. For a moment, Fyaira sat stunned, uncertain of what to say. She had never had friends before – not true friends. The so-called buddies she’d made in real life had always been driven away by her stark unhappiness before long.
But, here, Fyaira could change that. Here, she didn’t have to be unhappy. So, she gave the newcomers her brightest smile and said, “If you guys want to go kill stuff, I’m totally up for it!”
Of course, she knew she ought not give complete strangers her total trust. Before the demon king’s announcement had pulled her back to town, she had been in the outer fields, killing some of the easiest monsters in the game. They hadn’t really been a threat to her once she’d gotten used to movement. Fighting here was like dancing, she assumed – she had never actually danced – and she had picked it up quickly. As long as her group didn’t begin by hunting too ambitious a monster, she would be totally fine. She’d played dozens of MMOs before Talrae. If anyone did anything funny, she could just run away.
“My name’s Fyaira,” she said, holding a hand out for whomever to shake. “I know everyone’s all upset about the announcement and stuff, but this place is gorgeous, and I want to explore all the nooks and crannies! If we’re stuck here, we’d might as well have fun, right?” That thought brought life to a mischievous notion in the back of her mind. She had a pickpocketing skill; it might be fun to try it out soon! But not on these people. It wouldn’t do to alienate the first possible friends she might have had in forever!
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But, here, Fyaira could change that. Here, she didn’t have to be unhappy. So, she gave the newcomers her brightest smile and said, “If you guys want to go kill stuff, I’m totally up for it!”
Of course, she knew she ought not give complete strangers her total trust. Before the demon king’s announcement had pulled her back to town, she had been in the outer fields, killing some of the easiest monsters in the game. They hadn’t really been a threat to her once she’d gotten used to movement. Fighting here was like dancing, she assumed – she had never actually danced – and she had picked it up quickly. As long as her group didn’t begin by hunting too ambitious a monster, she would be totally fine. She’d played dozens of MMOs before Talrae. If anyone did anything funny, she could just run away.
“My name’s Fyaira,” she said, holding a hand out for whomever to shake. “I know everyone’s all upset about the announcement and stuff, but this place is gorgeous, and I want to explore all the nooks and crannies! If we’re stuck here, we’d might as well have fun, right?” That thought brought life to a mischievous notion in the back of her mind. She had a pickpocketing skill; it might be fun to try it out soon! But not on these people. It wouldn’t do to alienate the first possible friends she might have had in forever!
@TaroAndSelia @Thecrash20
Sunlight flashed across the surface of the polished dagger as it flew into the air. It cast a shadow on the cobblestones as rising turned to falling. Lyra caught it by the blade – which dealt her no damage, as she sat in the middle of the city of Genesis – and ran her fingers along its length. The metal was warm. The world of Talrae was almost too perfect. So many details were wonderfully replicated. If circumstances had been different, it might have become a second home to Lyra.
Instead, all the others were calling it a prison. Some scurried through the city on what appeared to be urgent business; others wailed, and some stared blankly at their surroundings, as if shocked. Only a few minutes had passed since the demon king had made his surreal announcement. Death in Talrae was death in real life. And he had killed a girl to prove it.
Of course, there was still a chance that the whole affair was some misguided stunt. That girl might have awoken in the place from which she’d dived, unharmed. The news articles the demon king had shown off might have been fabricated. That seemed like the most likely possibility. If it were the truth, Lyra expected the disconnections would begin soon. A few people would risk calling the demon king’s bluff, and if it paid off, word would spread. So, she sat on the side of a decorated fountain not far from the scene of the demon king’s theatrics, tossing her dagger up and down, waiting for the disappearances she did not really believe would occur.
The girl’s brutal death had been painful to watch. But, for some reason, Lyra was not afraid. In fact, another emotion was welling up inside her. One she could scarcely remember feeling. Excitement.
Lyra was not oblivious to the looks she was getting from the other players. She appeared too calm. They were freaking out, and she was just sitting there. She imagined they thought she was bored; she was not. In fact, she had to fight to keep the smile from her face. Not only did she not expect her fellow ‘prisoners’ to disappear, but she didn’t want them to. Because she didn’t feel like a prisoner. She might not be able to log out, but for the first time in years, she was free.
Her attention was drawn by a soft splash. She turned and blinked as a coin descended to the bottom of the fountain, then vanished in a spark of light. It didn’t take long for Lyra to realize why that coin had been thrown. A plaque not far from where she was sitting declared the fountain to be a wishing well. Apparently, some players felt so helpless that they were surrendering their valuable property in the hopes of gaining the blessing of ‘luck.’
If they had really been lucky, they wouldn’t be here. It was too bad the dropped coins disappeared; otherwise, she would have been happy to take them.
Instead, she watched as the surface of the water steadied. She was then staring at her own reflection. Of course, the avatar she had created was gone, and what she was looking at was her ‘true’ self. Yet, at the same time, it was not.
The eyes she met were the same brown as she’d encountered every other day, but this time, there was life in them. Her skin remained pale, but yet looked healthy. Everything was as it always should have been. Lyra smiled, then shifted her eyes to the name and health bar hovering over her head.
Fyaira.
That was the name that she had chosen when logging in, and, though her face had been revealed, it was the name she still had even now. She ran her fingers through her dark hair. Fyaira. That name fit the person she now saw. Going forward, she would keep it. Although the girl she had been that morning looked like her twin, she was not Lyra any longer. Not here.
She sheathed her daggers and sat with her hands folded atop her lap. No one was vanishing. The demon king’s words had been no lie.
“So,” she said, talking to no one in particular. “I wonder where we go from here.”
Instead, all the others were calling it a prison. Some scurried through the city on what appeared to be urgent business; others wailed, and some stared blankly at their surroundings, as if shocked. Only a few minutes had passed since the demon king had made his surreal announcement. Death in Talrae was death in real life. And he had killed a girl to prove it.
Of course, there was still a chance that the whole affair was some misguided stunt. That girl might have awoken in the place from which she’d dived, unharmed. The news articles the demon king had shown off might have been fabricated. That seemed like the most likely possibility. If it were the truth, Lyra expected the disconnections would begin soon. A few people would risk calling the demon king’s bluff, and if it paid off, word would spread. So, she sat on the side of a decorated fountain not far from the scene of the demon king’s theatrics, tossing her dagger up and down, waiting for the disappearances she did not really believe would occur.
The girl’s brutal death had been painful to watch. But, for some reason, Lyra was not afraid. In fact, another emotion was welling up inside her. One she could scarcely remember feeling. Excitement.
Lyra was not oblivious to the looks she was getting from the other players. She appeared too calm. They were freaking out, and she was just sitting there. She imagined they thought she was bored; she was not. In fact, she had to fight to keep the smile from her face. Not only did she not expect her fellow ‘prisoners’ to disappear, but she didn’t want them to. Because she didn’t feel like a prisoner. She might not be able to log out, but for the first time in years, she was free.
Her attention was drawn by a soft splash. She turned and blinked as a coin descended to the bottom of the fountain, then vanished in a spark of light. It didn’t take long for Lyra to realize why that coin had been thrown. A plaque not far from where she was sitting declared the fountain to be a wishing well. Apparently, some players felt so helpless that they were surrendering their valuable property in the hopes of gaining the blessing of ‘luck.’
If they had really been lucky, they wouldn’t be here. It was too bad the dropped coins disappeared; otherwise, she would have been happy to take them.
Instead, she watched as the surface of the water steadied. She was then staring at her own reflection. Of course, the avatar she had created was gone, and what she was looking at was her ‘true’ self. Yet, at the same time, it was not.
The eyes she met were the same brown as she’d encountered every other day, but this time, there was life in them. Her skin remained pale, but yet looked healthy. Everything was as it always should have been. Lyra smiled, then shifted her eyes to the name and health bar hovering over her head.
Fyaira.
That was the name that she had chosen when logging in, and, though her face had been revealed, it was the name she still had even now. She ran her fingers through her dark hair. Fyaira. That name fit the person she now saw. Going forward, she would keep it. Although the girl she had been that morning looked like her twin, she was not Lyra any longer. Not here.
She sheathed her daggers and sat with her hands folded atop her lap. No one was vanishing. The demon king’s words had been no lie.
“So,” she said, talking to no one in particular. “I wonder where we go from here.”
...I wonder if my character can do a cartwheel with an acrobatics skill of only 6. xD
Er, whoops, question. xD Can I dual wield daggers at level 1? 'Cause if so I need to edit some stuff. =p
So the following is what I noww have for a character sheet. let me know if I need to fix something or if I can post it in the appropriate section of this thread.
Appearance:
Name: Fyaira / Lyra Mistly
Title: (None yet)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Human
Background: ??? (Sorry, I prefer to reveal stuff about my character's past during the RP.)
Class: Rogue
Subclass: None for now.
Attributes
Health: 800 (8 points)
Mana: 200 (2 points)
Strength: 7 (7 points)
Agility: 12 (12 points)
Intelligence: 1 (1 points)
Level: 1
Renn: 421 Ren (dice rolls of 11 and 10). After paying for my items, 421 - 245 = 176 remaining
Experience: 0
Skills:
Acrobatics: 6
Hiding: 5
Lockpicking: 3
Knife Wielding: 7
Knife Dual Wielding: 5
Throwing: 4
Spells:
Actions:
Pick Pocket
Knife Dash
Shadow Bend
Items:
Leather Armor
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Dagger x2
Throwing Dagger x2
Appearance:
Name: Fyaira / Lyra Mistly
Title: (None yet)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Human
Background: ??? (Sorry, I prefer to reveal stuff about my character's past during the RP.)
Class: Rogue
Subclass: None for now.
Attributes
Health: 800 (8 points)
Mana: 200 (2 points)
Strength: 7 (7 points)
Agility: 12 (12 points)
Intelligence: 1 (1 points)
Level: 1
Renn: 421 Ren (dice rolls of 11 and 10). After paying for my items, 421 - 245 = 176 remaining
Experience: 0
Skills:
Acrobatics: 6
Hiding: 5
Lockpicking: 3
Knife Wielding: 7
Knife Dual Wielding: 5
Throwing: 4
Spells:
Actions:
Pick Pocket
Knife Dash
Shadow Bend
Items:
Leather Armor
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Dagger x2
Throwing Dagger x2
Should there be a dagger in the shop? If so, I need to know what it would cost, then I should be all set. xD
Ok! My sheet so far is below, but I'm uncertain about a few things. First of all, do you have to do the dice rolls for me to determine how much money I have? Please let me know if I did my attributes/skills incorrectly (is the baseline budget 30 for each?) or if I'm making a huge mistake somehow. xD Also, I currently have my character as a sword wielder, but I'd actually rather she use knives/daggers as well or instead. However, I don't see a knife/dagger skill on the list, so I'm uncertain how to represent that. xD
Appearance:
Name: Fyaira / Lyra Mistly
Title: (None yet)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Human
Background: ??? (Sorry, I prefer to reveal stuff about my character's past during the RP.)
Class: Rogue
Subclass: None for now.
Attributes
Health: 800 (8 points)
Mana: 200 (2 points)
Strength: 7 (7 points)
Agility: 12 (12 points)
Intelligence: 1 (1 points)
Level: 1
Renn: 421 Ren (dice rolls of 11 and 10). After paying for my items, 421 - 215 = 206 remaining
Experience: 0
Skills:
Acrobatics: 6
Hiding: 5
Lockpicking: 4
Dagger Wielding: 8
Throwing: 7
Spells:
Actions:
Pick Pocket
Knife Dash
Shadow Bend
Items:
Leather Armor
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Dagger
Throwing Dagger x2
Appearance:
Name: Fyaira / Lyra Mistly
Title: (None yet)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Human
Background: ??? (Sorry, I prefer to reveal stuff about my character's past during the RP.)
Class: Rogue
Subclass: None for now.
Attributes
Health: 800 (8 points)
Mana: 200 (2 points)
Strength: 7 (7 points)
Agility: 12 (12 points)
Intelligence: 1 (1 points)
Level: 1
Renn: 421 Ren (dice rolls of 11 and 10). After paying for my items, 421 - 215 = 206 remaining
Experience: 0
Skills:
Acrobatics: 6
Hiding: 5
Lockpicking: 4
Dagger Wielding: 8
Throwing: 7
Spells:
Actions:
Pick Pocket
Knife Dash
Shadow Bend
Items:
Leather Armor
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Dagger
Throwing Dagger x2
Hi! After doing quite a bit of reading, I've decided that I am interested in this RP - and I'm thinking of playing a rogue! I have a question, though - how often will we engage in formal combat? I imagine boss fights, pvp interactions, and anything else significant would be written out, but if our characters are going to reach high levels, and if this is anything like an actual MMORPG, it will be necessary to kill quite a lot of smaller monsters to level up. I can't imagine writing all those little fights out. So, to rephrase my question, what distinguishes between a "significant" fight and one that can doesn't need to be given a ton of attention?
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