Isulus wasn't exactly how Roland remembered it. For some reason in his mind's eye, he pictured a serene forest, overflowing with nature and beauty as far as the eye could see. But as he trekked his way through the overgrown brush he couldn't help but be annoyed by the area. Large mangled tree roots ran rampant through the forest's floor, blocking straight baths forward, and making the footing unreliable. At first, he had tried making his way around them but found himself running around in circles making no progress forward. With no other choice, he claimed up on and over them, entering into the lower level of the canopy and forcing him to hop from tree to tree. It was a lot of effort, and to make matters worse the heat seemed to be trapped in the upper foliage causing him to sweat profusely making it necessary to stop and refill his water meter quite often.
Thankfully, it seemed the game had re-introduced alchemy during his time off the server. So a quick potion of hydration was something easy enough to produce in a material-rich environment such as Isulus. Stopping for a moment to take advantage of a nearby fruit tree he couldn't help but reminisce of the times he spent in a drunken stupor in this game, laying for hours in blissful fields without a care in the world.
"And that's exactly where we went wrong. You wasting your time here ruined our life." The voice in his head interrupted.
Every time Roland heard that voice, he felt a wave of guilt and nausea. It reminded him of how frail he really was, and brought a question as to whether or not he truly existed. At least here, in the middle of nowhere, he could face it head-on, rather than arguing with it inside his head.
"You made your own decisions. It wasn't me, or this game that sent you to prison." Roland said out loud, not that it mattered, the voice would hear it even if he had just thought it.
"No, it was your instance in staying in here as long as possible that got me caught. All for what? To save a few kids? I've lost everything because of you, I'm not going to let you do it again. Get moving. Keep following that thread." The voice said referring to the long strand of ribbon that shot out from his chest aiming deeper into the forest's depths. It was what had caused Roland to investigate the area, a new feature apparently called a Fate Thread. Supposedly it tied you to someone or something with which you shared a fate. What that fate wasn't something Roland could determine, but when he had come to the edges of Tangleweaves he saw it for the first time. The voice in his head seemed to think it was related to their mission, and Roland wanted to know more about what this ability meant so they followed it.
Taking a careful jump, Roland landed on the next set of branches before jumping again and again, and preparing to yet one more time but found that he could not. Checking his footing, he saw his boots were stuck firmly to a span of webbing that ran across the branch. To make matters worse he could *feel* something shift above, something huge streaked across the upper layer of the canopy. Quickly Roland cut himself free and jumped to a new branch seconds before a strange multi-limbed winged creature the size of a building flew down slamming into the spot where he had just been caught. "The hel-" Before he could even process it, the monstrosity howled and let loose a stream of smaller spiders from its mouth aimed right at Roland himself!
Thankfully, it seemed the game had re-introduced alchemy during his time off the server. So a quick potion of hydration was something easy enough to produce in a material-rich environment such as Isulus. Stopping for a moment to take advantage of a nearby fruit tree he couldn't help but reminisce of the times he spent in a drunken stupor in this game, laying for hours in blissful fields without a care in the world.
"And that's exactly where we went wrong. You wasting your time here ruined our life." The voice in his head interrupted.
Every time Roland heard that voice, he felt a wave of guilt and nausea. It reminded him of how frail he really was, and brought a question as to whether or not he truly existed. At least here, in the middle of nowhere, he could face it head-on, rather than arguing with it inside his head.
"You made your own decisions. It wasn't me, or this game that sent you to prison." Roland said out loud, not that it mattered, the voice would hear it even if he had just thought it.
"No, it was your instance in staying in here as long as possible that got me caught. All for what? To save a few kids? I've lost everything because of you, I'm not going to let you do it again. Get moving. Keep following that thread." The voice said referring to the long strand of ribbon that shot out from his chest aiming deeper into the forest's depths. It was what had caused Roland to investigate the area, a new feature apparently called a Fate Thread. Supposedly it tied you to someone or something with which you shared a fate. What that fate wasn't something Roland could determine, but when he had come to the edges of Tangleweaves he saw it for the first time. The voice in his head seemed to think it was related to their mission, and Roland wanted to know more about what this ability meant so they followed it.
Taking a careful jump, Roland landed on the next set of branches before jumping again and again, and preparing to yet one more time but found that he could not. Checking his footing, he saw his boots were stuck firmly to a span of webbing that ran across the branch. To make matters worse he could *feel* something shift above, something huge streaked across the upper layer of the canopy. Quickly Roland cut himself free and jumped to a new branch seconds before a strange multi-limbed winged creature the size of a building flew down slamming into the spot where he had just been caught. "The hel-" Before he could even process it, the monstrosity howled and let loose a stream of smaller spiders from its mouth aimed right at Roland himself!