Open Eastern Brisshal Looking for training, ignoring the warnings.

[Thousand Swords]

Somewhere in eastern Brisshal

125 / 125

❰ 125 / 125 ❱

Thousand honestly expected death to have more of an impact on him, maybe his life flashing before his eyes, or some revaluation or talk with some deity where he would end up. But instead it was just darkness then he woke up in a church with all his gear and everything intact. A dull gaze befalling the area as he sat up with a yawn having lost all his previous thrill knowing now he was still stuck in the same setup if he died in a game that was realistic for all but this factor. His nose twitching at the smell of candles and incents burning around him as he simply walked out of the building ignoring everyone that tried to speak to him for the simple fact he hated people.

"I was expecting more... Letdown I guess... Not like I'm not used to it."

Stretching his arms as he walked strait back to the woods, to get back to doing what he wanted. His mind wondered why some people had been so against death and dying as it was nothing but a moment of darkness in the game before you came back. Either way he cared all of nothing as he rested his hands behind his head and stepped over some roots and vanished into the wood line. his ears picking up the sound of animals both big and small, his nose catching the smell of fresh rain having fallen in his time dead, and the scents of the forest that once relaxed him. Now they simply reminded him this world was about as boring as the real world when you could not fight or do much of anything.

Yawning as he decided he needed to train and get stronger and maybe then things would be more interesting or as fun as the thrill of fighting to the death was. The memory fading in his mind and it annoyed him to no end as he punched a tree with his bare knuckles and felt the pain and heard the sound of wood cracking under the force. His mind wondering what he could train against at his current level as he kept walking. Wolves he could manage so long as he did not get stuck against the Alpha, but they hunted in packs and that was an issue in itself. Grumbling if he wondered there was something weaker then wolves that would give him decent training with sentient objects or beings rather then attacking a tree or boulder and risk breaking his weapons in the process.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (20) + 5 = 25
Knowledge | Thousand Swords | 704C1

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[Lucia Mierz]

It wouldn't take long wandering out into the woods of Brisshal, the deeper one went, if Thousand Swords wandered too close to the Western half of the forest, he'd notice a different ecosystem. While some areas were still claimed by the wild and wilderness, monsters and beasts were more sparse, particularly predators and dangerous entities were more rare. Exploring further, he might even come across various large patches of cut trees with drag marks leading in various different directions as if it were a lumber yard. Spending enough time in them would lead to someone finding a unique type of entity.

A skeleton with blazing green eyes would wander out from the treeline on the western side. Heavy axe in hand for splitting wood. There were a small trio of workers dressed in ragged leathers and furs as one might suspect a lumber jack to wear. as they entered the camp. Not sentient enough to think or act on their own they mindlessly tapped on wood, as if trying to find the types of wood they were told to until they settled on strong sturdy looking trees to begin hacking away at. The noise was loud, traveling a fair distance, but the three carried on like machines swinging away at the trees.

If he lingered too long, he'd find a pair of armored knights coming out from behind them, cautious, nervous unlike the more mindless unarmored version. The two armored knights had their own weapon, one a shield and axe while the other had a heavy halberd. If he listened closely he could even hear them discussing. "You take that side, I'll be on this--" "You think some wacko out there'll try to attack again?" "--One. I-I don't know... Hopefully things are quiet today." The pair clearly on edge, only marginally spaced out from one another to be able to protect the mindless workers. The one with the shield particularly on edge as he kept his head on a swivel. The other, though more disciplined remained cautious and nervous as well. It was clear they'd been attacked before by some stranger, the undead only wanted to try and protect their lesser brothers in the event something was out there.

@Thousand Swords

 

[Tetsunosuke]

The rumbling of the ground was then felt by everyone in the vicinity as something that looked like an armored truck was passing through the area, its form directly affront to the medieval times that the world that it was in. Although that form should be as common as it should be given those denizens that patrolled Vintergard to this day. In fact, that place is where that truck was supposed to be going. Meeting its friends over there? Might be, if one did not know yet the origins of this vehicle, which was in Stokbon.

This vehicle had been moving across the scenery for quite some time now, but with little fanfare as some creatures were avoiding this machine. Or at least some did attempt, but the crusted blood on its windshield would tell what would happen if a being hostile to this vehicle would attempt to block its way. And so the vehicle continued to move towards its direction without any much trouble.

But as the vehicle progressed, the atmosphere around it changed from verdant green to drab all of a sudden. As if it sensed the change in scenery, the vehicle just stopped, and seemed to survey its surroundings. It then sighted another person walking towards that sane direction, while at the other end, there were skeletons that seemed to try to create a society. All of a sudden, some of them which seemed to be an elite group moved at the front of the working skeletons, seemingly alarmed at the ingress of this person. The vehicle just rested there, as if it was anticipating something.

 

[Thousand Swords]

Somewhere in eastern Brisshal

125 / 125

❰ 125 / 125 ❱

Thousand looked at the situation a bit, hand scratching the back of his head some more before he turned away from the very clearly bad idea and started to walk away from the matter. he just got finished fighting a group of enemies and it got him killed, then you add in a armored machine in a fantasy world? That was red flags even to him when he stopped thing the developer was a child trying to make a mage and a mech in the same world for that.

"Ye That's a no from me... Not going to fight a tank and an undead army at the same time to train game... not a chance in daycare nap time hell..."

he would say as he would simply keep walking deeper into the forest to get away from them incase they started to fight anyways, sure he would watch from a safe distance normally but he was more focused on finding things to train against that would not likely lead to another death before he took most of them down. That said though, he really wondered how scatted brain the dev team might have been with the fact he has heard about robots, no dragons, and other odd things that he personally would not mash into one game.

Either way he would sit down at the edge of the clearing to see if maybe the armored thing would attack the undead or if it was better to just keep going to look for something else to fight. his mind wondering if fighting giant rats or something similar was possible in this game. yawning some as he stretched and waited for something to happen or for about two minutes before going back on his way through the forest.

Rolls

Save
2d100 (Advantage) (58, 54) + 5 = 63
Will | Thousand Swords | 704C2 | (don't attack?)

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