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Fantasy To The Moons & Back Again [Vaelis/Oberon]
Oberan
Prince of Faeries
The raucous sound of newly minted adventurers carried throughout the guild hall, as warriors and mages alike congregated together to form parties and share stories. Their cajoling laughs created a warm and inviting atmosphere for those peering in from outside. Among those inside stood a lone, dazed knight. His sword was rusted and his armor was dull, but his eyes shone brighter than the halo of golden hair atop his head. He wore his freshly obtained adventurer’s badge with pride, only available to players who’d mastered the basics of the game.
Atlas’s eyes roamed around the room at a rapid pace, trying to take it all in at once. Moongate was his first ever VRMMO, and the quality of the game was absolutely stunning. Something like this was easily going to become an addiction for him, he could already tell. If he didn’t know for a fact that this was a video game, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to tell. The sun warmed his skin, music tickled his ears, a breeze tousled his hair, and the people – oh the people. They told him to move. Wait, was that right?
“Hey, idiot, are you deaf? Move out of the way.”
Atlas slowly came back to himself, no longer processing everything through the haze of excitement one usually reserved for winning the lottery. Turning his head, he came face to chest with the one he assumed was responsible for the biting remarks. Craning his neck, he first met a clean shaven clefted jaw, then pursed lips, a crooked nose, and finally perhaps the most piercing stare he’d ever seen.
“You’re holding up the line, dumbass,” the man said, taking a step closer and forcing Atlas to move back or get pushed over by the sheer volume of his aggressor.
Atlas looked to either side of man, only to be met by mixed expressions of exasperation and annoyance of those also waiting in line.
In line?
Had he not wandered away after talking with the secretary responsible for registering new adventurers? No, no, he was certain that he had. Or maybe not. It was easy to let his mind wander, and the idea of being able to finally accept missions may have gotten to his head.
Well, whether he had gotten lost in his daydreams or not, he was obviously in this group of people’s way. Atlas grinned at the man sheepishly.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that I’d spaced out. I’m just gonna…” he pointed towards the mission board across the room, barely visible through the throng of those perusing the available requests made by NPCs and PCs alike.
His outgoing personality clearly didn’t sway the man, who merely grimaced and said, “You do that,” before pushing Atlas out of the way. After tripping for a few feet, Atlas managed to regain his balance, but his shoulder throbbed from the rough treatment. A game like Moongate would never allow its players to actually get hurt, but that didn’t mean you felt nothing when someone or something knocked into you with enough force.
Deciding that he didn’t want to get into a fight before his adventure could even begin, Atlas made his way to the display of missions he’d pointed to earlier, tenderly rubbing his upper arm. The number of requests was unbelievable and it seemed that as soon as someone took one off the board, two more spawned in its place. He had no idea where to begin, but with so many people milling about he supposed the ones he could actually reach would have to do.
‘Collect mint herbs from the Buie Fields.’
It seemed simple enough, but it wasn’t something he was particularly interested in.
‘Safely deliver a package from the Adventurer’s Guild to Amaris at the Thule Outpost, located to the east of Clares.’
Also fairly easy, but it lacked danger.
‘Eradicate the nest of Mushroom Grunts that have recently made their home in the Kuiper Forest.’
Now that’s what he was looking for. Without any hesitation, or reading the rest of the information on the sheet, he ripped it off the wall and spun in place. This was it, this was going to be his first mission. He would squeal if he were alone in his room. Unfortunately, he was not, and so he’d have to settle for subtly shaking his entire body to a tune he played in his head.
While he could probably handle some mushrooms on his own – he was a certified adventurer after all – it was always more fun to do things with other people. His eyes began searching the crowd for anyone that stood out.
‘It’s never a bad time to make a friend!’ he thought.
Atlas’s eyes roamed around the room at a rapid pace, trying to take it all in at once. Moongate was his first ever VRMMO, and the quality of the game was absolutely stunning. Something like this was easily going to become an addiction for him, he could already tell. If he didn’t know for a fact that this was a video game, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to tell. The sun warmed his skin, music tickled his ears, a breeze tousled his hair, and the people – oh the people. They told him to move. Wait, was that right?
“Hey, idiot, are you deaf? Move out of the way.”
Atlas slowly came back to himself, no longer processing everything through the haze of excitement one usually reserved for winning the lottery. Turning his head, he came face to chest with the one he assumed was responsible for the biting remarks. Craning his neck, he first met a clean shaven clefted jaw, then pursed lips, a crooked nose, and finally perhaps the most piercing stare he’d ever seen.
“You’re holding up the line, dumbass,” the man said, taking a step closer and forcing Atlas to move back or get pushed over by the sheer volume of his aggressor.
Atlas looked to either side of man, only to be met by mixed expressions of exasperation and annoyance of those also waiting in line.
In line?
Had he not wandered away after talking with the secretary responsible for registering new adventurers? No, no, he was certain that he had. Or maybe not. It was easy to let his mind wander, and the idea of being able to finally accept missions may have gotten to his head.
Well, whether he had gotten lost in his daydreams or not, he was obviously in this group of people’s way. Atlas grinned at the man sheepishly.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that I’d spaced out. I’m just gonna…” he pointed towards the mission board across the room, barely visible through the throng of those perusing the available requests made by NPCs and PCs alike.
His outgoing personality clearly didn’t sway the man, who merely grimaced and said, “You do that,” before pushing Atlas out of the way. After tripping for a few feet, Atlas managed to regain his balance, but his shoulder throbbed from the rough treatment. A game like Moongate would never allow its players to actually get hurt, but that didn’t mean you felt nothing when someone or something knocked into you with enough force.
Deciding that he didn’t want to get into a fight before his adventure could even begin, Atlas made his way to the display of missions he’d pointed to earlier, tenderly rubbing his upper arm. The number of requests was unbelievable and it seemed that as soon as someone took one off the board, two more spawned in its place. He had no idea where to begin, but with so many people milling about he supposed the ones he could actually reach would have to do.
‘Collect mint herbs from the Buie Fields.’
It seemed simple enough, but it wasn’t something he was particularly interested in.
‘Safely deliver a package from the Adventurer’s Guild to Amaris at the Thule Outpost, located to the east of Clares.’
Also fairly easy, but it lacked danger.
‘Eradicate the nest of Mushroom Grunts that have recently made their home in the Kuiper Forest.’
Now that’s what he was looking for. Without any hesitation, or reading the rest of the information on the sheet, he ripped it off the wall and spun in place. This was it, this was going to be his first mission. He would squeal if he were alone in his room. Unfortunately, he was not, and so he’d have to settle for subtly shaking his entire body to a tune he played in his head.
While he could probably handle some mushrooms on his own – he was a certified adventurer after all – it was always more fun to do things with other people. His eyes began searching the crowd for anyone that stood out.
‘It’s never a bad time to make a friend!’ he thought.
