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I'm pretty sure. I tend to... draw spirits to myself, and they have a way of worming into my own thoughts. I've gotten good at separating out my own from other ones... ...ugh. Saying it out loud just made him shiver. It was something, how much he'd gotten used to that aspect of this world. He...

fas fa-message-dots Ash Vargold @Jester @Rael @Ash Vargold @Kyra Vashtana @Luthien So I'm getting some soup for the road for us. They've got a... remarkable number of options here. Broths, chowders, stews... no idea how they get all this out here. Any dietary restrictions? I was thinking of...

190 Ash found himself jittery as the carriage pulled into Camp Hope. He'd told himself he wouldn't come back here - not to this place that had nearly become his second grave mere minutes after he started playing again. There wasn't anything for him, and considering how long said expedition...

Ash looked at the syringes with a weary smile. In the end, this woman truly was a scientist - focused so sharply that everything else fell by the wayside. Notes, tools... honestly, he could respect that sort of dedication. It's no problem. It's easy to get excited and forget things. God knows...

Ash quietly munched on the sandwich as Kyra said her piece. Talking about one's actual life in Terrasphere wasn't a thing people did often, and doubly so with a random stranger, but... well. It seemed like she needed the vent, and he was as good a recipient as anyone. And really... what could...

Ash chewed on his own sandwich more thoughtfully - though he would have happily devoured it as quickly as Kyra was eating hers. As far as sword fighting goes, I still have to know the initiating move, and then the system does the rest. The biggest issue is that you can't string one move easily...

Playing for realism, huh... it was easy to understand that. Terrasphere's entire appeal was offering a whole new world to live in - permanently, for some people. For him, though... ...I guess for me, I prefer to maintain the distance. Remembering that this a game - that it should be a game -...

... Ash stared. Then, with a deep sigh he buried his face in his hands and mumbled. Couldn't put a goddamn tutorial in this game... I swear, I'm gonna start distributing pamphlets... He eventually lifted his head from his hands, exhaling loudly. It wasn't her fault, of course. Terrasphere had...

Ash blinked as Kyra dropped onto the plastic. He began to half stand, worried that maybe she had pushed herself too far, but... no, she was still talking, though obviously tired. ...well, she had drawn her own blood as well, and she'd done a lot more magic than he had. How about we start with...

Ash leaned forward slightly as Kyra began to mumble and pain began to flicker across her face. Concern crossed his own face - she seemed overwhelmed by whatever she was seeing. And yet it was fascinating to hear - bits and pieces of things that were apparently about his avatar. Scars made...

...it could be dangerous. But that just makes it that much more important to figure it out. There's no guarantee someone else won't learn this. Especially since it's more or less common knowledge that this game can kill you. Just because the algorithm kills conversation outside of the game...

...more than one person? Ash crossed his arms, ears pinned back as he mulled on Kyra's words. That could mean... well, a lot of thing, honestly. He shrugged and smiled. I don't think there's anything I've done in game that I'd consider particularly private. I've died once, and I've fought two...

Ash made a face. Oh dear... I guess you've never poked around in your settings, then... Terrasphere has a setting that limits the amount of pain you feel from injuries. Once of a few "convenience" settings the game has, actually. It restricts your movement a little, but it can be worth the...

Ash looked down at the bottle nervously. Even a quarter of it felt like a bit much, but... Well. Here goes nothing. Ash didn't have a knife on him, but his fangs were plenty sharp. It only took a quick nip at his hand to start the blood flowing and a bit of a squeeze to keep it going. The pain...

Aisling hadn't exactly planned on going to the Summerfest - her taste in music had unfortunately become the kind of thing you heard in grocery stores and variety radio stations. And while she considered herself to be open-minded about newer genres, it still didn't change the fact that she was at...

This Blog is Not a Metaphor Pining for the fjords First of all, no I'm not dead. Not arrested, either. Thank you for being concerned in the comments, even if I had to delete like half of them. Read the pinned post, seriously. Second, the reason I haven't updated is because of a few changes...

Well, at the very least a lot of travelers have since wandered away from Camp Nisus and presumably have bled on a lot of things that could catch it... Ash opened up his UI. Still no status there at least. He began to swipe through his inventory, sifting through the mess of random items and...

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I'd need to make a donation. I can't say I exactly follow everything you're saying, but I think I've got the gist of it. Still, he couldn't help but stiffen at the thought. He'd been sliced and stabbed and chewed on, and he'd even fought a hemomancer...

Ash crossed his arms as Kyra began her explanation. Really, it felt more like a monologue - the sort of thing a mad scientist might ramble in an attempt to justify their heinous acts. And yet, what she was saying was reasonable. Perhaps a little awkwardly worded, but she probably wasn't an...

Ash startled backwards as the door was thrown open, fur and hair standing on end until he processed that he was not in fact under attack. He blinked downwards as he settled, processing her question. Oh. Ash is fine. And I guess we can figure out the going rate once I know what I'm doing? The...