Hanno Futaba

❮ Shield of Hope ❯
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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. "Somewhere within the Eastern Brisshal's beginner's spawn area" wasn't the most specific place ever.

The mission was simple though, to not let anyone die more than three times.

Preferably, not dying at any time would be optimal. But sometimes he didn't have the luxury of finding someone that wasn't already mauled to death by wolves or some other low-level creature. Usually, they would be easy to fight even at the lower levels, but sometimes outnumbering and plain lack of experience was enough to make any character die in the first few hours of gameplay (or experience, since this game sometimes didn't feel like 'just a game').

Finishing his juicy fruit, Hanno tossed up to the giant shield he carried on his back, with a tentacle stretching out of its side and grabbing the leftover before absorbing it into it, letting out a low rumble while Hanno pulled another fruit from his bag, putting his bottomless stomach into action.

@Alice Blanc
 
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