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Helping escorting a caravan would usually seem to be a way too low level mission for someone of Hanno's level, but the reality was that doing this mission was just a small part of a greater mission: Protecting newbies. It was a small deal, Hanno would help to escort caravans from merchant...

Coming back to Honeyhome, Hanno had just finished a patrolling by the forest, making sure that the newbies he had found knew about the game and the third-death issue. He only truly managed to convince one of them to log off forever, but it was already a good achievement considering he usually...

Hanno was patrolling the beginner's area, as usual, having a bag of fruits he has gathered around in a hand, and one of the said fruits in another, with every greedy bite on it, making a quarter of it disappear deep into his stomach. As part of his usual gluttonous way, the bag was quickly...

The choice for the practice was strategic. Right in the middle of the Eastern Brisshal's forest, a place that was low-level enough for the monsters around to be easily defeated if needed. On top of that, they could watch out for newbies that would spawn around or listen to anyone in danger. It...

The sun was already setting by Finweald, which meant it was the perfect time for Hanno to get into a tavern and analyze his progress for today. There were plenty of surveys, questions, and conversations, and the list didn't grow at all. Finding UI-Locked players was proving to be a bit harder...

Pushing another door open, Hanno peeked his head in with his gargantuan shield resting on his back, watching the blind spots of the Faerin attentively. Stepping in, he searched for clues or any sort of tool, equipment, or item that could prove to be useful in this small journey in the depths of...

Hanno's head was throbbing as he stumbled out of the tavern the Lion Arms gathered everyone they could to speak about the game, mostly to newcomers. Hanno did join it in the hope to find out more about what happened in these four years, but he didn't expect to be hit that hard. His hands...

With a greedy bite on the juicy purple fruit that Hanno carried in his hands, the faerin wandered around Eastern Brisshal's forest with a mix of nostalgia and wariness in his chest. He was on a personal mission, one that didn't really have time to happen, and the place was always vague...

Brisshal was still as welcoming as always. Hanno still had the memories of the time he met Aristides and Rivers, wrestling with wolves after grabbing a big purple-ish fruit the size of a watermelon. Ah, good times indeed. His eyes went up to the sky, stars falling endlessly like rain...

Visiting Vintergard used to be a stroll four years ago. Nowadays, it felt like anyone that dared to approach it was considered crazy or suicidal. Infested with magitech guards and opportunist bandits, the isolated place was home for danger of all kinds. That, however, didn't stop the quest...

It was to Hanno's surprise to see that the world of Terrasphere seemed to have continued despite the lack of access the real world had to it. Whoever was behind that game didn't seem to want to lose any progress behind it, or at least wanted to make it as meticulously realistic as possible, as...

With ale mugs clashing together, another round was announced with a cheer and a big ol' chug (or sip, for those with more caution). The scorching drink burned the Faerin's throat, which leaned on his huge shield before letting out a sonorous 'pwaah~' and slamming the mug on the table. "Okay...