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Wait, @Sol? Red, that's you, right??? I thought you weren't logging in the game anymore!

160 Unaffiliated. -25HP from Combat However preferable it would've been to do so, the Faerin couldn't spend much of the five days within the game itself, previously arranged real-life plans taking precedence. His avatar remained seated patiently in the wagon, head leaned against the lepus'...

160 Unaligned Swift steps fall in rhythm with the tapping of a cane against the ground, marking his advance as he carefully dodges potential incidents one after the other. A pair of Travelers nearby, however, hadn't been as fortunate as he in their endeavors, redirecting his course to draw...

. Frey had begun to notice how the Landers started coming and going from all corners of Astorea far more frequently than they had done before. Officers, usually armored or with carefully elaborated weaponry sheathed at their sides, sometimes even behind themselves, spoke to the masses. People...

"Cut that off!" Her manager yells, and one of Ava's coworkers scrambles to find the remote control to shut the LED screens off, all the while the transmission continues to play the image of a blue-haired girl narrating the coming of something presently beyond her understanding. The space is...

. "Fair enough, fair enough." It doesn't cross his mind to protest her request that he retreat from her personal bubble, letting the strength behind the redhead's gesture be the one to dictate the distance as he takes a backward step, then another, stopping when her arm is fully stretched out...

. "Hmm? You two say something?" Mira, as the shopkeeper would introduce herself, shoots Sol a confused look when she speaks her concerns, or rather, her lack of concerns regarding her party member's abilities out loud. Color quickly takes to her cheeks, lifting the hem of her apron and dabbing...

. "Were that it could be both, but then again, it was my mistake not to realize this game wouldn't be as kind as to grant me a curated list of skills from the get-go." Alastair's warning falls on deaf ears, with the Faerin mistaking his words for that of a curious ally. He throws his hands up...

Sol, or as he would rather call her, Red speaks her agreement to his request and he cannot help but beam at the flashing screen in front of him, and then back at his companion. The crown sitting atop his head is plucked from its place, twirled playfully between his fingers before he brings it to...

Since we somehow keep meeting, I figured we might as well make it official, right? Frey Elzeiros has sent you a friend request. Weird. It says here you didn't accept it. Hold on, I'll try again! Frey Elzeiros has sent you a friend request. Frey Elzeiros has sent you a friend request. Frey...

. She doesn't immediately shut him down without even bothering to hear what he has to say, which is a win in his book. Sol, as she would introduce herself, seemed willing enough to talk, if not for the untimely interruption of a particularly rude Lander. In a more secluded location where the...

. "Frey Elzeiros, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he responds in kind to the introduction by bowing his head, crown falling from his head and a hand catching it mid-air so he could turn it and place it back in his head with a smile. Rolling up his sleeves in anticipation for the second...

. Frey raises his head at the sound of a stranger's voice catching in his ears, the faint ringing in the distance from a recently scared sentient plant twisting the corners of his mouth into a grimace. He tears his eyes away from the fleeing mandrakes to look at the one who had approached him...

. Acquiring a quest had become an increasingly difficult task over time. Not only where the Landers reluctant to send the new Starcalled Travelers off on their own, something he suspected had a thing or two to do with the Lions, but he could barely take two steps into the wilderness without...

. With his name spoken aloud for him, he performs his small introductory number. Tucking a hand behind his back as he bows his head, he lets the player-made crown fall from his head only so he can catch it with a flourish and press it to his chest as he rights himself back up, beaming at his...

. The mention of Western Brisshal draws a groan from his throat, tilting his head backward as he curses his luck under his breath because of course he would confuse Eastern and Western Brisshal. He does not dwell on it, ignoring the wound suffered by his pride as he is drawn into the lepus'...

Music ( ♬ ) He should've thought about this. It's the first thought to cross Frey's mind as he sits cross-legged on the floor by the outskirts of town, mindlessly pouring over a blank sheet of paper with some markings on one of its corners. Starcalled travelers and Landers alike pass him by...

For lack of pen and paper upon his person, a mental note is taken instead. Aspects of the town that Nyancy describes as the trio walk through the forests form a scenario in his head that he quickly ties together with other RPGs he'd played before his eventual arrival at Terrasphere. Obviously...

He throws his hands up in the air at the approach of three unnamed knights-in-training, sticking his bottom lip out as his head is tilted to the side somewhat, a blank expression coating the exterior. Lips part to speak a retort of some sort, probably not of the kind variant, but it dies on his...

Music ( ♬ ) He sighs and reclines his head against the stone he is leaning against, a groan of displeasure passing through him as he curses under his breath. "Alright, alright… It can't be that bad, can it? Abandoning a beginner's quest happens all the time, I've seen it before." It's not that...