The world was an ever expanding adventure. Even when it seemed like nothing was happening, something was always stirring. You often just had to look in the right area to find something. The more experienced you were the less fun it may have seemed to go looking for what others would call trouble. But the new, budding players had plates of curiosity to fill with this new world and the unseen lands and adventures to be had. This is what brought our current subject Fenrir into play. The Caenis Beastfolk who took more wolf than anything had originally decided that Eastern Brisshal was the place to start, it seemed like picking between East and West was the choice of flipping a coin between heads and tails, and sometimes it didn't even matter which one you picked, for Terrasphere was as vast as your imagination would take you.
Fenrir's feet had carried her from somewhere within Eastern Brisshal across the unmarked border that separated the East and West of Brisshal's lands. No one had warned her about the dangers of travelling alone, there were monsters, prying landers, and mischievous bandits lurking around corners. Whatever you ran into, you had best believe you had it in you to get out of there with everything on you that you encountered them with -- and for some that was easier said than done! Now as to why Fenrir was making this journey was a reason that was more simple than expected. Fenrir wanted to take in the sights of this vast game world, despite how real it felt. The sounds of birds chirping in the air, the feeling of the breeze brushing against the nose and cheeks, and being carried through hair, fluffed ears and a large tail.
It was obvious that Fenrir was a new player to those who paid attention, still garbed in the starter clothing, but that didn't stop the newbie from doing what they could, with what they had! Fenrir had been travelling for a little while and had come to a stop. Arms stretching outwards a breath inhaling and then exhaling as the arms fell to Fenrir's side.
Fenrir's feet had carried her from somewhere within Eastern Brisshal across the unmarked border that separated the East and West of Brisshal's lands. No one had warned her about the dangers of travelling alone, there were monsters, prying landers, and mischievous bandits lurking around corners. Whatever you ran into, you had best believe you had it in you to get out of there with everything on you that you encountered them with -- and for some that was easier said than done! Now as to why Fenrir was making this journey was a reason that was more simple than expected. Fenrir wanted to take in the sights of this vast game world, despite how real it felt. The sounds of birds chirping in the air, the feeling of the breeze brushing against the nose and cheeks, and being carried through hair, fluffed ears and a large tail.
It was obvious that Fenrir was a new player to those who paid attention, still garbed in the starter clothing, but that didn't stop the newbie from doing what they could, with what they had! Fenrir had been travelling for a little while and had come to a stop. Arms stretching outwards a breath inhaling and then exhaling as the arms fell to Fenrir's side.
Fenrir exclaimed, eyes focused on the sky above, watching the cerulean skyline flow above, the rays of the sun glistening the beauty of the blues in the sky. While admiring the views she had failed to realise something. Something rather important that she would have been warned about, if she had been smart enough to say something to someone that she was going somewhere. But this was one of those act first, ask later scenarios that she was going to be finding herself in a lot of times, but she would just say it's part of the experience. It didn't matter the outcome, what mattered was how you got there and how those experiences cultivated you in the process. But as the feet that approached her came to a stop, a hoarse cough was heard, alerting her attention.
Standing before her were 4 bandits, three stood in file with one between Fenrir and the other three. He had brandished a short sword, it was plain, and had seen better days. But it was enough to threaten normal travellers, many Landers might have felt intimidated enough to hand over anything they had, but the man jabbed the short sword forward, enough to instigate his point of handing over whatever she had. Not that he had said a word to her yet.
Fenrir asked rhetorically, angering the man who held the short sword, causing him to stiffen his grip on the swords hilt, before clearing his throat once more with that hoarse cough he used to steal her attention from the glimmering skies above. "Give us everything you have and we might let you live, beast!" His words felt a little cliche to her, something that was predictable. She wasn't going to think things through, but would instead bring her hands to her face, closing fingers over, before allowing them to unfurl as if sharp claws. She wasn't intimidated by them at all. Her only concern she had was that she was on her own, and she had no idea how strong these bandits really were. For all she knew she could have been barking up elite enemies that would have killed her in one fell swoop.
Or tutorial level enemies that could be taken down in a single hit from Fenrir herself. But these were questions for later, right now she had to deal with the wall that was before her.
@Ronja Bubblyfoot
