Finally, a rhythm was found in Juniper's gaming sessions in Terra. She simply saw it as an opportunity to be herself, and so she didn't have any really grand goals just yet. She'd met some great people already, sure, but that was more than enough for her by itself. This new creature she'd become was social and liked the attention she was getting from others. It was new, exciting, unfamiliar, and sometimes a little scary, but it was fun above all.
Still, being naïve led to her, naturally, being a target of crime. Again. But this time it came with a knife that was being jabbed at her threateningly, greasy metal words demanding her gold or her life. She'd found herself taking a wrong turn down the wrong street and now, just out of earshot of those who might help her, she felt at a loss. Did she try to deal with this herself? She had magic for a reason, right? But she didn't want to kill him or anything. Could she even fend him off with magic? Or would it just make the situation worse for her. After all, if she died now, that'd be death one, and it hadn't even been two weeks since she'd started playing!
She was still dressed in clothes befitting a newbie, finding them comfortable as robes that fit a caster and not wanting to graduate into anything more just yet. On the other hand, the man was about what you'd expect from a lowlife thug: missing teeth, brawn, no brain, wicked eyes that held sparks of fire in them, the works.
Frozen, it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. That was a new thing she'd discovered about herself recently - she was scared more easily now and prone to jump scares where she wasn't before. It took some adjustment, but it was adjustment that she was happy to go with. In the meantime, though, about that savior...
Still, being naïve led to her, naturally, being a target of crime. Again. But this time it came with a knife that was being jabbed at her threateningly, greasy metal words demanding her gold or her life. She'd found herself taking a wrong turn down the wrong street and now, just out of earshot of those who might help her, she felt at a loss. Did she try to deal with this herself? She had magic for a reason, right? But she didn't want to kill him or anything. Could she even fend him off with magic? Or would it just make the situation worse for her. After all, if she died now, that'd be death one, and it hadn't even been two weeks since she'd started playing!
She was still dressed in clothes befitting a newbie, finding them comfortable as robes that fit a caster and not wanting to graduate into anything more just yet. On the other hand, the man was about what you'd expect from a lowlife thug: missing teeth, brawn, no brain, wicked eyes that held sparks of fire in them, the works.
Frozen, it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. That was a new thing she'd discovered about herself recently - she was scared more easily now and prone to jump scares where she wasn't before. It took some adjustment, but it was adjustment that she was happy to go with. In the meantime, though, about that savior...