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Lost Horizon

NPC

sleep researcher
[OOC: Aaand we begin. Here is the sign-up thread, and here is the OOC thread. Please read the first post of the OOC thread, if you haven't yet, before posting.

For your first post, your character should be located on Sanctuary Island, getting used to their new daily life in the world of Lost Horizon. After everyone's made their first post, the first quest of the RPG will begin.

Please remember to include your character sheet in your first post. Your character is allowed two early-game accessories and two early-game items from the lists posted in the OOC thread. You can RP your character purchasing them from the shops, or you can start with them already in your possession. Your character will also begin with a starting weapon of their chosen type, and of your own design. Finally, bow characters also begin with an unlimited supply of Standard Arrows, and staff characters begin with two early-game spells from the list in the OOC thread.]

Santiago Cisneros / Santi_99 LV1
Human Bow
No Guild
Equipment:

Wpn: Hunter's Shortbow
Acc1: Tough Boots
Acc2: Fishing Rod
Equipped Arrow Types:
Standard Arrows xUnlimited
Item:
1. Potion
2. Bear Trap
3. --
4. --
5. --
6. --
7. --
8. --

***
"... Last logged on: 26 months ago."

Santiago sighed deeply, and raised his head to the cloudless blue sky, as if demanding an explanation from the heavens.

He flicked his finger across the surface of the LED panel, which had been installed outside the Guild Center on Sanctuary Island. It was a place where players of Lost Horizon could check certain stats: total hours played, daily login bonuses, new event-quests, and the like. It was also a place where one could search for other players by username. So far, he'd searched for six people that he used to play the game with years ago, but clearly none of them had been around recently... he began to lose hope of running into anyone from the good old days.

A somewhat unruly line of ogres, liliputs, and beastkin was queuing up behind him. These services were now limited, and people didn't have much patience for layabouts. Santiago wracked his brain in search for additional usernames, but he was coming up blank. It'd been so long, after all. He'd only returned to Lost Horizon on a passing whim, a moment of nostalgic weakness, and this had to happen... ah, well. He may be alone, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was a bit giddy.

Santiago left his place in line, and a liliput moved desperately up to the panel, struggling to reach it with their stubby limbs. Santiago turned and rejoined the Main Plaza of Sanctuary Island, a large, hexagonal slab of cobblestone that faced the harbor on one side, and was lined with shops on the other. He felt the salty seabreeze on his face, the tropical sun beating down on his brow, and wondered, how could it all be so real? The contours of the uneven floor under his boots, the snippets of conversation overheard by passing strangers, the gentle gurgling of the Main Plaza's fountain, the heat mirages, the crash and retreat of waves... in fact, it almost felt more real than the real world. It was a dizzying sensory overload that he'd only begun to get used to now, on the fourth day since the "Incident," as many had taken to calling it.

As a tropical island, Sanctuary was a sweltering and sunny place, though the heat never became absolutely unbearable. Certain aspects of being alive in the world of Lost Horizon were a little more comfortable, geared towards quality of life, he supposed. It was harder to break into a sweat, for example, and it didn't seem possible to suffer heatstroke or severe dehydration. Hunger, though very much a real sensation, had no tangible impact on his "health bar," a mysterious abstraction of his body's overall condition. Food and drink were free for all players on Sanctuary, but the meals themselves tasted a bit bland and samey, as many had begun to notice. He supposed that one couldn't expect much more from virtual approximations of food.

Santiago had also gained "innate knowledge" of a few other things, like all other players: at any given time, he instinctively knew, for example, how much health he had left (all of it), whether he was afflicted by a status ailment (he wasn't), and what level he was at (one). He was aware of his equipped weapon and accessories. He knew which items were in his inventory. And by simply proclaiming the name of the item he wanted out loud, it instantly materialized in his hand for use.

Santiago wore light, simple clothes that didn't offer any special bonuses or protections, and thus didn't qualify as "Accessories." His only real accessories were a pair of hardy leather boots, and a shoddy wooden fishing rod, which was slung over his back, along with his bow and quiver. Although the world of Lost Horizon offered many conveniences compared to reality, he still wasn't used to mechanics of nocking, aiming, and firing an arrow, which was all his character class was good for. (At least his quiver's supply of arrows was seemingly infinite, and magically replenished whenever it was near depletion.)

There were, of course, hundreds of other little things that made the "new" Lost Horizon experience disorienting and unlike the real world. For one, the fact that he was in a different body. It was the little things that tripped him up: realizing that he was slightly taller than his real-world self, that he no longer needed glasses, or that he was physically stronger, and in better shape than he'd ever been in the world. He couldn't even begin to imagine what a trip it must be for the people who had found themselves transported into bodies of a different gender, or species... all in all, his ride hadn't been nearly as bumpy.

As he made his way across the plaza, which had regained its reputation as the bustling heart of Sanctuary Island over the last couple days, he was forcibly reminded of the various ways in which his fellow players were coping with their new situation... or, in some cases, failing to do so. First there were the stragglers, the shellshocked ones, a pitiable minority of players who had not been able to get over the shock of the new. They were found sitting in the shade of nearby stores, staring into the middle distance; or bunched up under fabrics and old clothes, hoping to sleep away this bad dream. They refused to participate in the new world and, perhaps, were simply waiting for it all to come to an end. Many players believed, or seemed to believe, that this new status quo couldn't last forever, and eventually someone would find the way out for all to follow. Those players who had disengaged from the "new reality," and lived on the margins, were tended to by the island's NPCs, who brought them food and water periodically.

Then there were the cultists and fanatics, another visible minority who loved to gather on the plaza at high noon. They believed that this new situation was a sort of rapture: either a state of purgatory awaiting a new world, or a punishment for mortal hubris and sin. They had pooled together their meager knowledge of various world religions and come up with some patchwork cult that reminded Santiago of TV preachers and salvation evangelists, as they chanted and shook and prayed to the heavens for deliverance. He supposed that their method was as valid as anyone else's, given how little everyone knew about this reality.

And then there was the considerable majority of players, who had slowly but surely begun to develop a new routine in this new world. Many of them had taken up some sort of craft, and others were amateur researchers, trying to uncover whatever they could about their world. The Plaza was enlivened by these people, going about their day, making sure to procure resources for themselves. Even through Sanctuary was a lax and bountiful place, where no one had to go hungry or destitute, there was a certain panic to the way many people went about their routine, as if they were expecting it all come crashing down at any moment.

Among the active players, a steadily-increasing minority had begun to venture out of the safety of Sanctuary Island and into the monster-infested areas, where it was possible to suffer a painful death. Of course, it had been proven that death in this world was nothing but a temporary setback, but nobody looked forward to it; it was hard to overcome a lifetime of conditioning, and throw your sense of self-preservation away. (Not to mention the considerable inconvenience of losing all your gear.) Still, Santiago looked at these players with begrudging admiration, as their Guild-issued ships sailed out of the busy harbor. To go on a real adventure with like-minded companions, to sail the ancient seas and uncover the still-mysterious secrets of Lost Horizons outer reaches... he couldn't say he wasn't tempted. But he had no Guild prospects at the moment, and none of his old online buddies appeared to have been sucked into the game with him...

His introspection was interrupted by a sudden commotion ahead, and a circle of players forming near the outer reaches of the plaza. Voices became louder and the spectators spread out. Santiago struggled to peek over an ogre's towering shoulders, but he soon realized what it was: another fight.

Since Sanctuary Island was a zone where PvP was turned off, it was impossible for one player to deal "damage" to another player's health bar. But it was now possible to inflict pain the traditional way: by hitting someone until they begged you to stop. As such, some bored individuals had begun to take out their frustrations on each other by engaging in endless fights where neither party could truly be defeated... it was simply a matter of inflicting enough pain on your opponent for them to give up. And what's more, idle bystanders had taken to betting on the outcome of these protracted fights, because it was something to do...

He suspected that the social fabric of Sanctuary Island was beginning to fray. Some of the people here couldn't deal with their present situation, and were resorting to destruction or denial. He feared for the future of the island, and wondered if he'd be forced to leave it in the near future.

But before Santiago could continue that train of thought, he was suddenly shoved into the circle by an unseen assailant, and found himself in the middle of the action, as a small crowd cheered around him and created a ring of bodies that he could not escape. Santiago looked around, startled, not fully taking in the situation. Before him was a tiger-type beastkin, a towering anthropomorph holding up his fists in a boxing stance. He was motioning to him.

Santiago's eyes widened like saucers, and he raised his hands in an attempt to defuse the situation. "I-I'm not a fighter! You've got the wrong guy!"

But the maddened crowd wasn't interested. When the sun was at its highest point and the virtual heat turned up, all they wanted to see was blood.
 
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Monster Guy

Fairy type Trainer
Stella Gold / GoldStar LVL 1
Liliput Staff
No Guild
Equipment:
Wpn:
Oaken Staff
Acc1: Apprentice's Robes
Acc2: Silver Reliquary
Equipped Spells:
Crystal Arrow [1]
Nightmare [1]
Inventory:
1. Potion
2. Antidote
3. N/A
4. N/A
5. N/A

The last thing Stella expected when she booted this game was to be trapped in it. Now she had been stuck in the body of what was the equivalent of a small little boy for the past four days. Was that in-game days, or days in real life, she wasn’t sure. Either way, she was trapped here with a bunch of complete strangers. Being a small boy was a different experience from the tall woman she was in real life. At least the body she was now stuck in was cute.

This situation wasn’t all bad though. No one knew her, and many players trusted Lilliputs based on their cuteness. She could maybe have real friends in this new world. Or at the very least a guild of loyal followers... Not to mention having magic was a nice bonus.

As she walked through the Plaza trying to find something to do. Perhaps find a guild to join, just something to break up the monotony of the day. She soon found it when she came across a crowd of people causing a commotion. She approached the crowd, and saw what the fuss was about. A fight. Of course no one on this sanctuary can actually deal damage to each other. Still, some bored players decided it would be fun to just beat into submission for kicks. That was just barbaric...

The two combatants in the center of the crowd were a human boy, and a tiger beastkin. Speaking of barbaric, this player was ready to punch this guy to oblivion. Stella normally wouldn’t have gotten involved. Then an idea came to her. If she saved this guy, he might indebted to her. Then, that could potentially be one person she could form a guild with, and that would be one step closer to getting off this island, and possibly out of this game.

So, with her mind made up, she pointed her staff, and fired a spell. “Crystal Arrow!” She aimed it at the beastkin’s chest. Stella cringed at hearing the high pitched male voice that currently came out of her mouth. She still hadn’t gotten used to that... “Honestly, what do you hope to achieve engaging in needless violence like this darling? It’s so barbaric.”
 
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Schade

Metallic Wonder
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Rachel Seo-Yeon / CatBoy08
Beastkin Dual Wield
Lvl 1
Nakano Kittens Guild
Equipment:

Wpn: Dual Iron Swords
Acc1: Lockpick
Acc2: Silver Reliquary
Inventory:
1. Potion
2. Firebomb
3. Item 3
4. Item 4
5. Item 5​


Ok but this was bad. Having stood in line for using the interface outside of the Guild Central for what seemed like hours, Rae had figured out that she was, in fact, the only one of her friends playing Lost Horizons at the time of the big.. happening? Is that what they called it? Some called it doomsday, others called it a blessing. Heck, it wouldn't surprise Rae if someone started a bizarre cult centered around this incident. Ah right! incident would be a good word for it. Regardless, she was the only one of her friend group online, which was concerning for her as she now effectively knew no one. In the initial state of panic she was in the first few undisclosed amount of time after realizing she was stuck in the game, she hadn't been very fit for strategic thinking of planning, but now that her panic had settled down and become more of a constant state of worry, it had become a bit easier for her to start thinking ahead.

Her first course of action had been to check the interface to see if any of her friends were online. She was part of a lesser known guild after all, at least somebody besides her would be online right? Well no, it seemed she was the only one. Dang it! the small burning hope of finding some of her friends turned into that sour aftertaste of the well-recognized anxiety creeping up on her once again all too quickly. Lucky for Rae though, there were worse places to be trapped.

She was sitting on a rocky slab by the outskirts of the main plaza of Sanctuary Island, feeling the salty sea breeze and the weirdly soothing sound of waves hitting rocks. Looking at her hands, at CatBoy08's hands, It was like being in a dream and not recognizing yourself in that funhouse mirror in front of you no matter how hard you tried and focused. She was now a fine piece of catboy with the softest ears you could imagine, and she often found herself twiddling with her ears when deep in thought.. such as now. Rae was a game avatar, and it felt weird. Even though she felt hunger, prolonged time without eating didn't actually badly affect her, and she also didn't need to use the bathroom like ever. That's the true blessing in all of this. She also seemed to have a certain sixth sense in regards to her own stats and overall.. game mechanics? This weird new insight was refreshing and really helped her in making decisions in particularily stiffy situations, as in-game consequences was now actually a thing and not just clickbait for a youtube video.

She also had an inventory now. Which meant limited space and potential irritation down the line, as if carrying too much at once wasn't an issue in real life. Rae had picked up a couple of beginners items and accessories from the inventory chest at her guilds headquarters when she visited in search for her friends, as well as all the gold (whatever the currency is here) that the guild.. aquired from other players in the time before the incident. Meaning that, for a beginner avatar, she was doing well for herself, which would surely come in handy when she needed to buy better equippment as she leveled up.

She shook her head in confusion and disbelief for probably the millionth time in the past 10 or so minutes. There were so many mechanics now, you lost HP, you could die but you came back, pain was still a thing. She would have to get a notebook and make a guide about all of this eventually. Regardless, for the time being, she needed to calm down and try to find the positives in her situation. She was a semi-invulnerable avatar of a hot Cat boy now to whom death was only a temporary setback, and she was somewhat extremely good at wielding dual blades. Snapping out of her weird mental state, she realized she'd been moving her hand over CatBoy08's ridiculously toned abs like some sort of crazy person without realizing it. That's right, she's no shy little Rachel now, and thinking as shy little Rachel would surely get her nowhere. In order to better get a grasp over her new situation, she had to become the person she looked like, she had to become CatBoy08... damnit she's touching her abs again!

Allright! CatBoy08 stood up and gently slapped both his cheeks to snap out of the return of the creeping anxiety. He was obviously well set due to the guild, but considering the other guildmembers weren't around anymore, was the guild even worth still being a part of? He grumbled over this for some time before deciding to stick with it in case he needed some f the guilds amenities later. The million-dollar question of "What do we do now" was cut short by the fact that he hadn't actually looked at his possibilities. Many players had taken the situation in their own hands and started going their seperate ways, and maybe that was something he should do as well? Information-gathering it is then! There's no need to head face-first into unknown terrirtory, after all.

Getting back to the square, he saw that a crowd had gathered around two people brawling it out. A beastkin looking nowhere near as flawless as himself were egging on a very uninteresting-looking human who just looked like he had somewhere else to be. The crowd was weirdly into this as well, probably because of how Pvp was turned off on Sanctuary Island, so brawling like this was actually pointless. However, as most pointless things go, the masochist neckbeards took it upon themselves to make a d*ck-measuring contest out of it. Luckily for the human though, a haughty Lilliput with a staff had interrupted the fight to defend the guy. CatBoy08 got to the front of the crowd to observe. It didn't seem as the crowd itself was aiming to butt in to help anytime soon either, so he looked on cautiosly, ready to jump in if the situation got any worse.
 

Tangeh

Well-Known Member
Wesley King / Shiori Queen LVL 1
Ogre Heavy Blade
No Guild
Equipment:
Wpn
: Iron Greatsword
Acc1: Tough boots
Acc2: Lockpick
Inventory:
1. Torch
2. Skeleton key
3. N/A
4. N/A
5. N/A

The sun reflected off a still lake, and the bright blue sky lent itself to the matching water. Tall grass and reeds rustled as Wesley did something he had never done before: he ran. Truly ran, like a deer across a meadow. It didn't matter that he didn't know how to even walk without assistance, he ran just as easily as it was to tilt a joystick. Leather boots pounded the earth as he kept running, heavy sword on his back if he needed it, but he didn't feel the weight. He inhaled and exhaled steadily, but wasn't sure he even needed to. He never felt tired. His muscles never burned. He laughed – a distinctly feminine laugh. He didn't care. He reached green arms to the sky and stretched, feeling all of his muscles synchronizing perfectly.

Had he died and this was his afterlife? Maybe he was back in the hospital under heavy medication? He was under no delusion that this was real life, but he never wanted to leave it.

He approached the lake and splashed water on his face, then took a moment to examine his appearance. Pale green skin, tall, breasts, royal blue eyes – he'd never seen eyes so blue - white dreadlocks, thick curled horns, and even a thin pointed tail. He wasn't human; he wasn't even a man. He was Shiori Queen. She was strong. Confident. She could do anything. He could do anything.



Wesley walked into town, acutely aware of a number of things, beyond his current level and full health bar. The number of players that seemed to be in the same situation as him, “stuck” in the game, was starting to disprove his original theory that he was dead or in a coma. Beyond that, a lot of them were distressed, eager to leave. And there were other things, like pain existing, and the food tasting like cardboard. He supposed stranger heavens could exist, but that wouldn't be his. Besides, the cultists that were hellbent on this theory were bloody weird.

But... what exactly came next? He figured he should eventually go out and actually play the game. Use the sword on his back, unlock some treasure. Find some answers to this mess. Being level one and guildless were detriments to this plan, but at least it was a start. He should probably pick up some healing items too, maybe make a few friends.

He strolled down the street. He loved being tall. He felt like he could see for miles in the busy plaza. He grinned down at a tiny little liliput passing by and tapped a finger to his head in a small salute. “G'day!” he greeted cheerfully. He got a smile and a wave in return. Ha – he was far too shy to do something like that at home. But now, even with giant horns and weird skin, he felt more normal than ever. When everybody's a bit weird, nobody's a bit weird. He'd always liked that about fantasy video games.

A noisy circle caught his attention. He could see into the crowd what exactly was happening. This had become an unfortunately common sight; bored crazed people looking for any source of entertainment. But this was different, the guy caught in the circle wasn't consenting to any of this. They were supposed to stop when somebody gave up – this wasn't right – oh no – okay, he had to do something – uhhhh -

A liliput took action first and fired a spell into the offending beastkin's chest. His high pitched voice amusingly had the inflection of an older posh American woman. Okay Wesley, this was a game. He was Shiori Queen. He was big, and strong, and scary. This was his moment to step up and do something.

“Comin' through.” He pushed his way to the front of the crowd and into the circle. He grabbed the poor bloke by the arm and started to pull him behind himself and out of the ring. “Bloody coward, he's got a bow n' arrow!” he yelled at the beastkin. Oh God, what was he doing. No, no, this was okay – just stand tall and look confident. Just like in a video game. He glared at the opposition. “Fair fight my arse. Saw ya mate push him into the ring, and against a bloody tiger? Piss off.” Wesley was really hoping that liliput was still behind him and on his side, because he didn't feel like trying his luck against that terror of a beastkin either.
 
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VampirateMace

Internet Overlord
Declan / DemonBoi_67 - LVL 1
Ogre Spear
Guild-less
Equipment:
Wpn: Iron tipped spear
Acc1: Tough Boots
Acc2: Slingshot
Inventory:
1. Bear Trap
2. Firebomb
3. Item 3
4. Item 4
5. Item 5

Sanctuary Island
Declan wandered along the rocky edge of the island, smelling the strangely realistic salt breeze and feeling the warmth of the artificial sun on his avatar's bare skin. But it wasn't real. It couldn’t be. Aside from the game aspects, such as a health bar and a seemingly magic inventory (which he had filled with two of the most bada-- items he could afford), there was the glaring lack of entropy. Nothing got dirty or broken (or at least nothing stayed dirty or broken), no garbage or jetsam ever washed ashore on the edge of the island, and nobody that died stayed dead. This last fact was kind of a mindf--k, for some people it was a dream of practical immortality realized (even if they didn't want the pain and inconvenience of dying), and for others the very concept was a nightmare.

As he neared the pier, he started back up the rocks, taking care not to slip, since drowning would be a pain in the a-- and he didn't even have any items in guild storage to restart his virtual life. He supposed the best way to deal with that was to go out adventuring, which he might as well do since he wasn't Declan the artist here, but rather DemonBoi_67 the warrior, plus art supplies stores weren't exactly in abundance. To be perfectly honest a lot of his choices so far had been related to keeping up this facade out of sheer terror that he'd panic loose his sh-t if he thought too long about what was happening back in the real world.

Deciding he was hungry, he headed into town to get himself some cardboard flavored gruel shaped like the special of the day at one of the many virtual taverns. He ducked through the doorway (he'd hit his head a few times in the first couple days, not used to being so tall), and approached the counter to order. It was kind of weird just eating whenever rather than having set mealtimes, sleeping whenever, and really not having any sort of schedule at all. It was like the days were he didn't have college and binged movies or played video games all day, except there were no movies or video games here. There was some entertainment, real life versions of the mini-games found on sanctuary island, the occasional slap-fight, and the absurd rantings of crazy cultists. Speaking of which, as he was nearly finished with his meal he noticed a couple of lillput standing on their chairs looking out the window. “Bet it's a fight,” one of them commented, “gatherings like that are usually as fight.”

“I don't see the point,” replied this companion, “It's not like anyone gets anything out of it.” Declan however slipped out of his chair and headed for the door, knocking over another stray chair in the process (he wasn't used to being this wide or strong either). Quickly he set it upright again, muttering, “Sorry,” before continuing outside.

It wasn't much, but at least the fight in the square would break up the monotony a little until he worked up the motivation to go adventuring. And it wasn't like anyone was really getting hurt. It was the digital equivalent of snapping rubber-bands against each others wrists. He was taller than a lot of the people, and could make out some activity near the center, and though it was hard to make out exactly what was going on, it looked like there were more than two people in the ring. Pushing forward, as it was easy to intimidate people into moving out of the way with his size and appearance, he examined the scene closer. In the ring were a couple beastkin, one opposite the others, a lillput, and a female ogre. It was this last figure that go his attention, considering she was attractive and authoritative. He might have blushed if he wasn't already red.
 

InnerFlame

Fire and Ice Combo
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Alex N. Thorton / QT-Pi
LVL 1
Beastkin Dual Fists
No Guild
Equipment:
Wpn:
Paw Gauntlets
Acc1: Cooking Pot
Acc2: Fishing Rod
Inventory:
1. Skeleton Key
2. Potion
3. N/A
4. N/A
5. N/A
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Trapped in a video game, Alexander had played several games with that plot and seen a few shows of similar premises. But being in the situation of something that only seems like fantasy was all too surreal. After realizing that he was trapped in the Lost Horizon, he became rather nonchalant in his attitude. Neither worried about being unable to return nor excited that he could experience a game in real person. He wasn't anything exceptional, so what was he going to do? Probably in denial about his whole circumstance, Alex wasn't sure how he spent the beginning or even how much time had passed. But after roaming around and taking in the bright sunlight and salty air and eating the same bland meals, he just suddenly snapped out it after clearly hearing the pitiful moans of others around him. Was Alex simply going to waste his time doing nothing until all his problems were solved by another? He would no better than in real life..... No... the teen would be much worse. He had at least tried and struggled to get his own worthless life in order despite the stressfulness of it.

After a long period of nothing, Alex began to register everything fully. There was a line of people outside of the guild. He walked over to listen in on some of their conversations. It seems they were searching for friends in possible outside servers to help them reach the outside world. A few of his friends had mentioned the game before. But going by their chats on it, it was safe to assume that they had moved on to other games. It probably would have been worth a try. Though after shaking off the apathetic haze, standing in line wasn't looking too appealing. He instinctively knew, had some slots opened for items and accessories, so he decided that maybe a quick shopping trip would help him figure out something. Roaming towards the marketplace, he glanced at how many people were coping with the situation. He bit down on his lips and turned his eyes away as he spotted the indifferent players... probably how he was until recently.

"Hey, watch where you're going, pal!" Someone shouted at him as he accidentally bumped into them. He softly apologizes as he looked down at an average looking human. Right, he wasn't average and quiet Alex right now. His eyes found a reflective surface, and a pair of ruby red eyes stared back at him from the sea of black and green. He was a beastkin with black and brown fur, a tall and well-tone one. He was QT-Pi, the lopped-eared bunny beastkin character he created. Alex was powerless to help in this situation, but QT-Pi was more powerful and capable in this world. Thinking such things gave the teen boy some comfort. He would get into character and be the heroic adventurer he always pretended to be.

With that idea in his head tried to imagine a self different from his norm, confident and lively QT-Pi. Both robust and skillful, and not afraid to speak up due to worrying about others' feelings all the time. Yes, there were no worries... just roll with the position you're in! With that train of thought embedded in his head, he walked much like poise heroes he saw in games did, with his head held high and a smile on his face. He wasn't pathetic Alexander right now. He was QT-Pi.

With that sorted out in his brain, he stopped at an accessory shop. He picked up a cooking pot and fishing rod. His thought was that maybe he could create better-tasting food, and fishing would bring a steady source of cooking ingredients. Strapping his new pot to his hip and the rod to his back, he located some items... Items didn't stack like many other games, so he would have to make it count with his 5 slots. A potion for injuries and a skeleton key so he could get some cool loots from any locked chests he found. QT-Pi was ready for adventure.

The problem that currently plagued QT-Pi was that he was on the beginner island with nothing other than basic necessities available. For the beastkin to venture to different locations, he would have to join a guild he seemed to remember. Believing that there must be a guild with available slots for new members, he began to head over. QT-Pi paused as his keen hearing picked up a nearby commotion. He moved to get a better understanding... Seeing it closer triggered his memories from the haze. Some players started beating the tar out of one another out of some sadistic boredom... pleasure? It was pointless, but QT-Pi wasn't going to meddle if that was how they wanted to spend their time.

Just as the tall bunny beastkin was about to leave, he saw a liliput boy entered the ring and used magic on the opposing tiger beastkin. Shortly after, a tall ogre woman pushing her way through the crowd. Catching the guy's arm, she started to drag out the human that was inside the circle. QT-Pi interest was piqued the approached even more to see if Tigerdude99, he randomly dubbed him, and/or the crazed crowd would actually let them escape. He had his rather cutesy paw gauntlets on and ready to go if he felt a need to intervene.
 
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NPC

sleep researcher
Sanctuary Island: Harbor

After coming to a standstill over the first couple days since the Incident, the Sanctuary Island harbor had recovered to almost-normal levels of activity with shocking celerity. Being kicked back down to level 1 wasn't too much of a handicap for the more experienced players, anyway; Lost Horizon had always been a game about skill and knowledge more than raw numbers. Or at least that was how Oliver saw it. He looked around from the height of his Guild ship's crow's nest, the aptly-named Lady Spectre, and surveyed the endless blue that stretched in all directions but the shore. He felt a swell of emotion in his chest. He adjusted his bandana and began the climb down to solid land.

Oliver belonged to the Steel Hawks Guild, an enterprising party that'd made a name for themselves in-game over the last few months. They'd been incredibly lucky in that almost all of their Guild members were online when the Incident took place. And after a couple days of discussion and a quick adjustment period, they decided that the best thing they could do with their time was the thing they did best: keep exploring. He was here to prepare the ship for their maiden voyage in the "new" world.

After all, it was clear that they weren't going to find any answers on Sanctuary Island. The place was a beginner area for a reason. All the schmucks who remained there either had no choice, or were afraid and making excuses. And what was there to be afraid of? Pain, perhaps; but what is pain without death? In fact, as one of his sharper Guildmates had pointed out, staying in a "safe" area like Sanctuary may actually prove dangerous, as it opened the possibility of--dare he say it--torture camps...

This last thought lingered in his mind as he climbed the rope ladder down the side of the Lady Spectre's hull, and expertly dropped onto the solid planks that made up the island's pier. (He'd been practicing.) It had only been a few days, and a worrying number of players were already expressing antisocial behavior: shellshocked withdrawal, cultish denial, meaningless violence... Was Sanctuary Island going to stop living up to its name soon? Some of his Guildmates seemed to think so. None of them wanted to admit it, but that was another reason why they wanted to set sail: it was probably best to get away from large groups of players, at least for a while. They may come to prefer the monsters, still.

"I'm sorry, are we the first to arrive?"

Oliver was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed another player lingering just a few steps ahead on the pier. A human male, unremarkable in gear, with a black ponytail and a cosmetic scar over his eye. (A popular choice in the character creator.) He took a moment to respond, as he was sizing him up while taking a moment to look past him.

Immediately, Oliver became aware that another ship had arrived at the harbor; presumably the man's. It was massive, and clearly outfitted with higher-level accoutrements, like his own Guild's vessel. He recognized the presence of shuttles on the hull, concealing at least three long-range cannons. More preoccupying was the fact the ship had not been there until just a moment ago; of this he was certain. And he knew why: high-level Guilds could unlock the ability to make their ships temporarily invisible. It was a perfect way to get the upper hand in naval combat.

One of the things most players hadn't yet realized was that, while individuals had lost their levels and high-end gear, Guild ships remained the same after the Incident. This meant that some ships were mobile fortresses, capable of laying siege to towns full of hapless novices. That was another thing that concerned his mates. But they didn't think anyone would act upon this so soon. Still, Oliver couldn't panic. He had to play this off.

"Uh... You must be the third or fourth arrival, actually," he mentioned casually, while slowly walking past the man. He was lying. No one had docked on Sanctuary from another island yet. They didn't even know if there were other players outside Sanctuary when the Incident took effect.

"That's curious," the man drawled, smiling at Oliver with his hands behind his back. "I'm not seeing any other ships... Except your own, I presume."

"They're off for supplies. I believe they're scheduled to return this afternoon." Oliver's pace quickened.

"I see." The man matched him, step for step. They were still too far from the island proper; the pier was long. There was nobody else around. To a person standing on the shore, they'd barely be silhouettes, disguised by the shadows of their vessels.

"Are you from another island?" Oliver growled. He had to let his Guildmates know about this. He discretely reached for one of the blades on his back strap. His mind was racing with a hundred thoughts, but he foolishly didn't think the man would take the initiative, and as searing pain shot up his right leg, he let out a bloodcurling scream, which was instantly silenced by the man's hand on his mouth. He bucked and struggled; he looked down at the floor. Serrated edges were digging deep into the sides of his leg, just below the knee. He had walked straight into a Bear Trap.

"Shhh." The man whispered into his ear, and struck the back of Oliver's knee, forcing him to buckle. "Thank you for your input."

With a swift move, the likes of which could only have been pulled off by someone with real-life experience, he twisted Oliver's neck and heard it snap. He knew this could not kill him; player could not kill player on Sanctuary Island. But it would certainly make him wish he was dead, if he was still capable of conscious thought at all.

Seagulls cried overhead and the salty breeze bit into the mysterious man's weathered face. The man looked into the distance to see if his stunt had alerted anyone on the shore, but it didn't seem to be the case; they were still shrouded by the shade of the ship. Casually, he kicked a catatonic Oliver over the side of the pier--Bear Trap still attached--where he would meet a watery end. Then he motioned toward the deck of his own ship, where a shadowy figure motioned back, as to confirm the beginning for an operation.

***​

Sanctuary Island: Main Plaza

"Look, I don't know what you think you're getting out of this, but--OOF!"

Santiago was sucker-punched by the tiger beastkin, his would-be opponent in this nihilistic fight club. The players who had tightened the ring of bodies around him cheered, or booed, but in any case seemed invested in the bout. Pain, like a crater in Santiago's face, rattled in his skull and shot through his whole body. He almost fell to his knees. He had never been punched in real life; or in Lost Horizon, 'til now. He had nothing to compare it to. But God, it absolutely hurt to get punched by a seven-foot tiger-man.

His thoughts raced; he was trapped in this situation until the crowd got bored or someone died, which was impossible. His weapon of choice was no use at close range, much less with his paltry level of expertise. He had no immediately useful items, either. His only option was to appeal to his rival's humanity, and--

"Crystal Arrow!"

The familiar chime of a spell being cast rang out somewhere near, and Santiago's head spun in the direction of the sound. A male liliput had forced his way to the front of the maddened crowd, and was apparently trying to save his hide.

"What the--" The beastkin attempted to dodge, but Crystal Arrow was a notoriously difficult spell to avoid, especially at this distance. A glimmering pike of magic blue crystals, leaving a trail of diamond dust in their wake, crashed diagonally into him, instantly shattering into hundreds of shards which only dug deeper into his body. The beastman yelled bloody murder, but he was clearly incapacitated by the shock and pain. Tumbling over his own weight--which he did not seem to be fully used to--he fell into the crowd behind him, causing a ruckus.

The lilput responsible seemed amused by the bully's reaction. “Honestly, what do you hope to achieve engaging in needless violence like this, darling? It’s so barbaric.” There were chuckles of relief among the crowd. The momentary cloud of bloodlust seeemed to be dissipating.

Santiago was frozen in place: though his mind recognized this was the perfect chance to escape, his body could not yet react. The next thing he knew, he was being manhandled by someone with considerably greater strength than him, and practically dragged out of the fighting ring. His savior (or was it captor?) was steamrolling their way through the crowd with no real opposition.

“Fair fight my arse. Saw ya mate push him into the ring, and against a bloody tiger? Piss off.” Santiago barely registered this as the voice of the player who was dragging him by the arm; he raised his head to meet the gaze of a green-skinned female ogre, towering over him and frowning. He'd felt nothing but strength and confidence since he got spirited away into LH... right up until these last couple minutes.

They were now clear from the crowd, which currently seemed more preoccupied with Santiago's would be opponent, who was tossing and turning on the ground in pain. Santiago heard the pitter-patter of liliput footsteps approaching him from behind. He spun around, more than a little rattled, and met his other savior's eyes, this time well beneath his own. Like all liliputs, he had a cute and childlike expression which was impossible to read at first glance.

"I..." Santiago tried to say something eloquent through the pulsating pain in his jaw, but it was no use. "Need to get away... now..."

***
Sanctuary Island: Shopping District
Santiago and his two good Samaritans had snuck away from the chaos of the Main Plaza, and he was currently recuperating on a bench in an alleyway behind a little-frequented bowman's shop. Although anyone that wanted to could have easily followed, it seemed like they had lost the tiger assailant, at least.

The liliput had been kind enough to bring Santiago water, while the ogre was leaning against the adobe wall. They seemed to all be enjoying the opportunity to get away from the sun, if for a little while.

After dousing his head with fresh water, still feeling the dull pain on his red face, Santiago re-introduced himself to his companions. "Thank you so much for what you did out there. I thought that guy was gonna grind me into paste. I don't think he was gonna stop anymore soon. I'm, uh... Santi. It's nice to make your acquaintance."

Santiago hoped this would go over well. Now, more than ever, it was clear that he needed allies, if not friends.

***
Sanctuary Island: Main Plaza

The crowd of onlookers at the plaza had dispersed as quickly as it had formed. Some had grown bothered, others felt ashamed of themselves. After some laughter and mockery at the beastman's swift defeat by a sassy liliput, they left him lying on the cobblestone floor, staring vacantly at the digital sun. But soon the shadow of a horned head obscured his vision.

"I'm sorry. Do you need five more minutes of alone time? Is this self-care?"

"Shut the **** up, Tobias." The beastman extended a powerful, tense arm and was instantly pulled onto his feet by an intimidating, male ogre. Even among ogres, he clearly inhabited a body as tall as the character creator's sliders would allow. His skin was a vibrant purple, and a pair of bull-like horns extended from the sides of his head, poking out of straight, white hair.

The two brutes began walking side by side, nearing the edge of the plaza. "Well, at least you created a diversion," the ogre man--Tobias--commented flatly. "But I have to say, Kamung, that was more than a little disappointing. Knocked flat on your ass... Crying like a baby... All from a literal level-one spell. How exactly does that square with your credentials?"

"Yeah, you try getting stabbed by thousands of magic needles and keeping that smug look on your face," the beast-man--Kamung--retorted. He spat angrily at the ground. "It's not some kind of VR thing. It feels every bit as real as you imagine. Hell, I'd even say it feels more real than that. You don't get to talk until you've had your Lost Horizon cherry popped."

"Super looking forward to it," Tobias replied, this time with a more obvious hint of sarcasm. "We need to get moving; the ship's veil has expired. Is everyone else in position?"

"I saw Mynah doing her thing on the plaza," Kamung said. "She's gone now. She's probably a minute away from destination. Raquel's on the ship, as she should be."

"And our captain?"

"Probably on land already. We should get moving."

"Perfect," the ogre responded, while lazily looking around at the passersby, living out their strange new lives, blissfully unaware. He smiled wryly. His reverie was interrupted by Kamung suddenly breaking pace with him, and he looked back. Apparently the beastman had been in his own head, again, and bumped into some girly cat-boy. The noob player was staring at him, dumbfounded.

"What's the matter, sissy?" Kamung snarled. He was about to drop it there and keep walking, when Tobias stopped him, staring at the cat-boy intently.

"Hang on." Tobias fixed his yellowish eyes and slit irises on the innocent beastkin. "Were you eavesdropping on us?"

[OOC: Schade, this is your character they're talking to.]

A certain buzz of panic was building up in the plaza again. A liliput ran out to exclaim that the Church had been shuttered by some gang. Someone pointed out that there was a black ship in the harbor. People began to move in whirlwinds of quiet panic.

***​

Sanctuary Island: Church of Resurrection

Oliver didn't think he'd ever get used to this.

He had already died once since the Incident, though he hadn't told anyone. In the first hours since waking up in this body--in this world--he'd been a mess. Panic and horror raced through his mind, and he was nowhere near his Guildmates. Like a few other players, he'd thrown himself into the sea in a moment of desperation. And he'd woken up here, on the Church altar. But this time... it had been so painful. Traumatic. The face of that man was seared into his brain. He searched his own body and confirmed the obvious: all his equipment was gone.

He was lying on the stone altar of the Church of Resurrection, a modest temple tucked away on a quiet shore of Sanctuary Island. This was where players respawned after death. In the past it had been a place of little notoriety--after respawning, the last thing you wanted to do was hang around here--but since the Incident it had been imbued with a certain mystical quality. Vendors and devotees had gathered outside the Church doors, praying to whatever God was allowing resurrection to grant them safe passage back to the real world. Oliver gingerly stepped off the altar, and promptly fell on the hard marble floor. His ankles had been tied together.

"Awake already! And in record time." Oliver looked up to see the figure of a liliput standing in front of him. Her face was barely illuminated by the candles of the hall, but he recognized her voice and frame. She was the lilput who had been preaching salvation to the cult on the Main Plaza, up until today. She spoke so entrancingly of punishment and attonement, and had gathered a sizeable number of faithful devotees.

"What... the hell is going on?" Oliver rapidly stood up, and kept his distance.

"I'm sorry to report that we're momentarily seeking shelter inside these hallowed halls," the liliput responded dreamily. She gestured back to the Church pews. Oliver couldn't see their faces, but it was obvious: her faithful zealots were sitting back there, watching him. Most concerning, the Church doors were closed, as they had never been before. He quickly surmised what was going on: they were trying to take control of resurrections.

"Judgment will descend on this town of good-for-nothings... it's best if you stay here, for your own sake," the liliput continued, theatrically spinning in place. "Isn't that right, my children?"

"Yes... Mynah!" A unison chorus emerged from the shadowy pews. Oliver recognized that tone of voice. These people weren't just zealots; they were under the effects of some kind of high-level magic.

"Now it shall begin."
 

Schade

Metallic Wonder
-------------------~~-------------------
Rachel Seo-Yeon
/ CatBoy08
Beastkin Dual Wield
Lvl 1
Nakano Kittens Guild
Equipment:

Wpn: Dual Iron Swords
Acc1: Lockpick
Acc2: Silver Reliquary
Inventory:
1. Potion
2. Firebomb
3. Item 3
4. Item 4
5. Item 5​

Carefully watching the spectacle from the sidelines, CatBoy08 was suddenly pushed aside as a hulking mass of beef plowed through the crowd towards the center. “Bloody coward, he's got a bow n' arrow!” The figure shouted as she entered the makeshift fighting ring. The character in question was a massive green Ogre covered head to toe with tattoos. Quite the intimidating presence indeed. Luckily, this seemed to be the distraction needed for the assaulted guy to flee the scene, followed by his two rescuers as the beastkin were in the process of collecting himself after having been on the recieving end of what could only be described as a very painful-looking spell. Those staff-users might be something to look out for int he future..

With a weird sense of haste, the crowd dispersed, going back to their daily watevers. CatBoy08 still didn't really know what he would do. Most of the people here were wandering round aimlessly, as would he do if he didn't change his own pace soon. Maybe he could go after the guy, the lilliput and the ogre? Hmm, maybe not. The assailants were chatting about something, but he didn't really care to listen in too much. They seemed like experienced players, and CatBoy08 figured that, if the players hadn't been booted back to level one, they would have been fairly high level adventurers, in contrast to the guy they picked on who looked like a duck trying to figure out the remote control for the garage door. He hadn't been too high level himself before the incident, as he often missed out on the collective guild raids due to schedules and time zones, and had therefore missed out on a lot of leveling. Despite that, he knew that he would need experienced players should he have any chance of surviving this new reality. That being said however, the two didn't seem to be the brightest players around, and they would pick fights with lower level players out of the blue as well. Granted, CatBoy08 had done his fair deal of less reputable actions during the game before the incident, but never something as lowly as attacking beginners. Especially now that it was more than a game.

As often happens to Rae, and to CatBoy08, it would seem, he was yanked out of his train of thought by actually being yanked into by someone. "What's the matter, sissy?" a gruff and annoyed voice said. Oh great, it was the tiger beastkin from the fight, having accidentally walked right into him, probably lost in his own train of thought (that seemed to happen a lot around here). Seeing the man up close was intimidating, and CatBoy08 immediatly got that cool and calm look on his face, which in reality was Rae freezing up in panic, as if walking on glass. His companion, an Ogre dwarfing even the one he had seen earlier stopped by besides him, looking at him as if deep in thought. eep.

"Were you eavesdropping on us?", the ogre asked with suspicion in his voice. Rae was unreasonably panicked. It wasn't as if she had done so on purpose. She had overheard them talking about the fight being a diversion, someone named Mynah and about a captain having taken a ship to port. Wow, she really had picked up a lot of it. Never figured her hearing would be so great as CatBoy08. Reminding herself to take it easy and breathe, Rae calmed down. You think too much, Rae. Remember, you're CatBoy08 now! he thought to himself.

Regaining a slight bit of confidence and wary, he spoke clearly. "No, not on purpose. I gathered enough to know you guys have a nice setup.". Well, here goes nothing. While carefully moving one of his hands to his side in a casual maner, he got ready to grab his sword if needed be. "Considering how things are going here, and how my own guild isn't really in the business anymore, i was wondering if i could tag along?".

Just as he finished his sentence, a new form of panic started to spread on the plaza, as it does. A liliput ran out to exclaim that the Church had been closed down by some gang, which would make resurrecting from death a new level of uncertainty. Someone else pointed out that there was a black ship in the harbor, and people were generally just starting to panic again. Looking back at the beastkin and the ogre, CatBoy08 was still ready to pull out a sword if things went sour. "So what's it gonna be?"
 

Skillfulness

Well-Known Member
Quinn Mazrin | MozzieQ | LVL 1
Liliput | Bow
No Current Guild

~
Equipment:
Wpn: Simple Longbow
Acc1: Cooking Pot
Acc2: Fishing Rod
Equipped Arrow Types: None
~
Inventory:

1. Firebomb
2. Corrosive Slime
3. Standard Arrows (unlimited)
4. None
5. None

Quinn sighed as they stood in line before the Guild Center, awaiting their turn at the board for guild openings and statuses. Since becoming a permanent fixture of this game, Quinn had done nothing but explore. They had started their own guild just to leave Sanctuary Island to explore certain game mechanics. What was death like? What were the monsters like? What did the various environments feel like? Would they be able to starve? They had so many questions still and were gradually able to answer some of them. It had only been four days in fact so there was still plenty of time to learn and get on with it.

There was a lingering unease Quinn had felt since things started. First, the most unusual thing to get used to was their new body. Now a ‘lilput’, they were much shorter with bright green hair and their official gender was back to female. She actually had to remind herself sometimes about that and had slipped back into referring to herself with female pronouns. For the most part. It hadn’t taken them--her long to adjust to other aspects of the world, given her experience in the military and being a forest ranger, but it did feel odd occupying this body that she previously associated with an innocent, lazy girl that didn’t need to take charge. The fantastical components of the world were also a bit jarring at first, but she was adjusting to that quickly.

The line shifted forward and MozzieQ had her chance at the board. She quickly flipped through to see if new guilds had popped up or if the trending ones had made much progress or major changes. Nothing. Sighing again, she moved on to the outskirts of the plaza to just take a short break. It feels like she’d been nonstop exploring since getting here with nothing to show for it. Dying sucks, monsters are terrible, the whole world felt as real as anything, and it was in fact possible to starve. Maybe it was time to start her own guild or commit to one and start making a real attempt at the endgame.

Shouts and cries of pain from the plaza only reminded MozzieQ of the other unease she felt around here. There were near constant fist fights from bored thugs and a strange cultish group she decided to avoid at all costs. Something about the ruckus gave her a moment of pause though. A few voices sounded more panicked and they were yelling about the church being closed off and a strange ship in the harbor. These things set MozzieQ’s hackles up and she jumped into action.

Grabbing the longbow from her shoulder, she jogged to the church to see what was up. Sure enough, as the general chaos has indicated, the church was boarded up and there were various guards set around the building. She quickly debated between the diplomatic route or sneaking round the back or roof and settled upon the latter. Scouting the nearby buildings, MozzieQ noticed a shop nearby she could hopefully get into and onto the roof in order to hop over to the church, look in to see what was going on. People started to gather at the church so she quietly stole away to the armory next door.

Fortunately, she had access to the second floor and found a window opening to the side of the church, not quite at roof height. There was a goon on this side of the building, but their attention was to the front with the growing crowd. MozzieQ took her chance. Sliding the window open, she stood on the ledge and took a leap to grab at the edge of the church roof.
 

Tangeh

Well-Known Member
Wesley King / Shiori Queen LVL 1
Ogre Heavy Blade
No Guild
Equipment:
Wpn:
Iron Greatsword
Acc1: Tough boots
Acc2: Lockpick
Inventory:
1. Torch
2. Skeleton key
3. N/A
4. N/A
5. N/A

Sanctuary Island: Shopping District

Wesley had managed to half-drag the injured bowman away from the crowd without any opposition from the tiger beastkin. Seemed the little liliput had done a real number on him. His eyes flicked to the liliput, now innocently bringing the man water. Hard to believe something like that could bring a hulking beast to the ground.

The young man thanked both Wesley and the liliput, and Wesley grinned back at him. “No worries, mate. That was goin' too far. Couldn't just stand there. Buncha tossers. The name's Senshi – er – Shiori, that is.” His real name wasn't anywhere near the tip of his tongue, but he'd slipped out the name he used elsewhere on the internet. They were similar enough, but more than that, he'd pretty quickly adopted the persona he wished people would see him as in real life... well, maybe not quite the one he used in his video reviews, though he was kind of getting used to the green skin and breasts.

He supposed he hadn't done much, but he was still feeling powerful for being able to stand up for somebody else. He was actually intimidating. It felt amazing. “You sure you're alright?” Wesley pressed Santi. “I'm pretty new to playing this game, let alone living in it, but you did just get king-hit by a tiger. I don't have any potions on me, though... or gold. Money? Whatever it's called here.”

Wesley glanced at the liliput. “Don't reckon someone as strong as you would even need one? What was that spell? That was ace, mate. One shotted 'em.”
 

Monster Guy

Fairy type Trainer
Stella Gold / GoldStar LVL 1
Liliput Staff
No Guild
Equipment:
Wpn:
Oaken Staff
Acc1: Apprentice's Robes
Acc2: Silver Reliquary
Equipped Spells:
Crystal Arrow [1]
Nightmare [1]
Inventory:
1. Potion
2. Antidote
3. N/A
4. N/A
5. N/A

Crystal Arrow did it’s job. The beautiful crystals crashed into him, causing the hulking beastkin to fall down in pain. Serves him right for being such a brute. Meanwhile, a green ogress took the archer off somewhere away from this crowd. Stella followed suit, she also went ahead and brought him some water. Never did she ever think she’d be fetching water for someone, but a lot of things happened today that she never dreamed of doing.

The Ogress congratulated Stella on bringing the beastkin down. Of all the races available in this game, why is one of the first people to speak to her kindly in this game be an ogre? Granted, this particular one was far less ugly than some of the other ones she’d seen in this game. Still, it took a certain kind of player to choose a race described by the game as monstrous. In her experienc, they usually weren’t pleasant people... Still, this ogress showed her some respect. It would only be fair to return the favor. After all, it would be better to have more allies than enemies right now.

“Oh, thank you darling.” Stella replied with a grin. “The spell is called Crystal Arrow, it’s a beautiful spell. Though to be honest, I don’t know what I would have done had that failed. That beast would have beaten me to a pulp. As you can tell, I’m not exactly built for combat. You look like you could handle the brute though.”

She then turned her attention to Santi. “I don’t think he’ll be needing a potion. He just needs to rest for a moment. We can’t lose health in the sanctuary. Which is good, because I only have one Potion. Ugh, I hate being poor. If I had more gold I would have stocked up. I’m GoldStar by the way. Perhaps, I’ll tell you my real name when I know you better.” Stella giggled. “So, do either of you have any ideas on what to do next?”
 
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VampirateMace

Internet Overlord
Declan / DemonBoi_67 - LVL 1
Ogre Spear
Guild-less
Equipment:
Wpn: Iron tipped spear
Acc1: Tough Boots
Acc2: Slingshot
Inventory:
1. Bear Trap
2. Firebomb
3. Item 3
4. Item 4
5. Item 5

Sanctuary Island: Main Plaza

The fight seemed to end a quickly as it begin, with the Liliput casting an admittedly impressive spells that knocked the opposing Beastkin on his ass. Was the little wizard really only level 1 like the rest of them? They didn't even get to see the Ogre girl in action, before the trio started to retreat into the cheering crowd. Declan side stepped and looked over the crowd, trying to see where they were going, but in this moment of chaos, no one was paying their usual respect to his intimidating form. No, they'd seen raw power in the form of a cute little pixie and all effort to convince them to move for him was wasted.

Then the crowd quickly dispersed. People got bored easily around here, and soon only the defeated and a handful of onlookers remained. Declan gave one last glance back at the defeated Beastkin, it looked like another Ogre was was approaching to help him, or maybe beat the crap out of him while he was down for kicks. Declan didn't care, he wasn't interested in either one. It wasn't like anyone could really get hurt on Sanctuary. And if he did take another beating, that was just karma.

As much as he wanted to go looking for the Ogre girl, he knew it probably wasn't what he should be doing. He should be trying to find a way out of this mess. And the only lead he had on that was joining or forming a guild. Besides, he had no idea who she (or he) was in real life, right? She might be forty or something.

Shaking his head he decided to ask around. Approaching a nearby Beastkin with vaguely reptilian features, he inquired, “Say, are you part of a guild?”

“Ha,” scoffed the Beastkin, clicking his claws for a result similar to snapping. He glanced at the artificial sky, then back at Declan, “There's no reason to be so eager to get out of here. What about the real world was so great? This place is practically a paradise. We can do whatever we want and we never die. I bet we won't age either.”

“Um hum,” replied Declan, nodding along as if he was considering the stranger’s words. It was all good and well, but the food sucked and he really did have classes and homework he must be missing back in the real world. He waved as he started to walk away, “Okay, good luck with that.”

Venturing further he passed some of those crazies that prayed and self flagellated to the gamer gods in a bizarre bid to be saved. He gave them a wide berth, staring until one made eye contact and started to preach about the Great Programmer that would one day Upload them all to a true paradise, a quantum paradise. Declan, feeling understandably uncomfortable, gave them yet a wider berth, and looked away scratching his hairy ogre arm. But. . . it did give him an idea. What better place to look for guild mates than the church? Anyone who was resurrected had obviously died, and anyone who died had been out adventuring, seriously adventuring, but clearly needed reinforcements. Sure he could just inquire at the Guild Center itself, but it was always crowded with players looking to connect to the outside world or guilds that already had a full roster.

Heading for the church he soon found something was wrong. People were gathered around, some protesting, some guarding the boarded-up sanctuary. What on Lost Horizon could possibly be happening here? Declan pushed his way through the crowd, and looked down into one of the guard's eyes, demanding, “What's going on here?”
 
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