Private Eastern Brisshal Stop me if you've heard this one before, two adventurers go to kill some goblins....

[Brutus Dahlgren]

It was a rainy day in Eastern Brisshal.

A gentle downpour was cascading through the leaves in the trees, filling the air with a gentle pitterpatter of rain on leaves. It was like an army of tiny drummers were just vibing in the gloom, leaving Brutus to walk to their beat. His feet squished through mud and sodden earth, leaving massive boot prints in the sludge. Each time he raised his feet they schlorped loudly, making the entire walk to town quite the noisy ordeal.

For his credit, Brutus was just enjoying the weather with no umbrella or coat so to speak. His normally semi spiked red hair clung to his head sodden wet, and rivulets of water trickled down his body like a river down a freshly thawed mountain. He let out a gentle yawn, still fresh from waking up, and noticed much to his humor that his thirst meter had gone up ever so slightly. Chuckling, he stopped into a clearing and paused, furrowing his brow.

This had been the place he'd first logged in at, and just a few feet away is where he had met his partner, @Corsair. It was odd, it felt like just yesterday he'd started, and already so much had changed...

 

[John Cromwell]

There was something familiar about a rainy forest that John found unsettling. Not that he minded the wet, he just kept checking his pockets for cigarettes and impulsively looked around every once in a while as if he was on watch duty back in the jungle, making sure the agent orange guys could do their job unperturbed. He'd logged back on expecting to be set down in a sunny valley just outside of a village, like all the trailers for the latest update had said (or at least his grandson had said).

He wondered if he could get back to his workshop, he liked working with his body. This virtual one felt strong, sure as good steel. His workshop was a ways from where he popped in, though, and he stopped to have a cigar and avoid the rain for a moment. the crouch he was in kept his buttocks from sinking into the muddy, root-tangled trunk at the edge of the clearing, and he had chosen his spot, perhaps subconsciously, to be obscured from a cursory view of the clearing.

John heard footsteps, and impulsively froze, straining his ears to hear heavy footfalls. He slowly reached to his chest for a carbine, finding it missing. A pang of surprise at this gripped his chest before he realized where he was and where this was, and rose, rounding the tree to face the huge beastman.

"Looks like rain, eh?"

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus blinked for a moment, suddenly finding himself looking at a man who seemed roughly as big as he was. It was a miracle. After weeks of bishonen twink boys, Waifus, and Guy, he'd finally found a kindred spirit. Instinctively, he reached to offer the man a handshake, his lips turning upwards in a grin.

"Sure does." He would give the man a firm handshake, spiking machismo meters in a ten mile radius, locking eyes with him respectfully before turning his gaze upwards. "Kinda rare though. I've been playing for about a week or so and this is the first time I've seen it." He paused, furrowing his brow before turning back to the man. "Where are my manners. The names' Brutus, Brutus Dahlgren. Pleasure to meet you Mr....?"

He trailed off to let the man reply, shaking a little rain from his coat and wiping some water from his face. He was fine for now, but if this rain picked up any heavier he would need to to make some adjustments.

 

[John Cromwell]

John automatically reached for the proffered hand.

"John," he said simply through his cigar, firmly shaking the hand once before retrieving his pack. The dark clouds weren't menacing, just pervasive, gray, and totally stationary. He focused on the beastman in front of him. Sometimes it was tough getting out of his own head. His cigar hadn't quite gone out yet, but it was getting close. He puffed it a few times, letting smoke out of the other side of his mouth as he turned in the direction he'd been heading. He couldn't tell the time by the sun, but he figured that he'd been sitting here, mind wallowing in apathy, for at least an hour. He needed to get going. Conjuring a half-smile, he looked back.

"Heading east? I'm making my way back to my workshop, since the game placed me all the way out here, and I wouldn't refuse your company."