Avilien: Tutorial islands

How it's done

Torn black sails with the Court of Bones emblem printed on them came into view off the coast of Coco island. Waves crashed against the blackened wood hull of the galleon. Golden cannons on deck and the three lower decks were ready to fend off attackers or beasts from the deep. Some of the waters around Tutorial Islands known for inhabiting leviathans.

Tucked away in the captain's quarters filled with overflowing pirate treasure ships, wardrobes bulging with clothes, and engraved furniture was Mr. Mock. He sat by the glass window with red curtains pulled open. Comfortable on his red velvet armchair he analyzed the detailed map of Coco island that lay before him on the varnished table. Digitalised the map could be zoomed in on, which Mock did so he could get a closer look at the towns.

Before departure, Mock piled resource into finding Nate, or information about him. It paid off as word soon reached his ears of a Necromancer being captured and held in the town of Ice within Damocles clutches. Mock had his doubts that it was indeed Nate. The Devils were nothing special, but Mock would take all necessary precautions and planned his frontal attack.

Zeult, the three-headed white snake guide snoozed on a dresser until the ship bell rang. The ringing signalling that the ship would be docking soon. Semor had instructed the crew of Grenchitties, employed under the company of Dave to dock the ship where players would normally arrive. Never placing boots on Coco island before Semor learned his cooking profession from one of the Grand Cities. The city of Cuisine in the zone of Elfenor was were he studied. Ever since visiting the city, he had been unimpressed with anything Tutorial islands could offer.

Leaving the captain's quarters and walking out onto the deck, groups of Grenchities rushed about the beams and masts as they sorted the sails. The anchor was dropped and other Grenchitties swept and mopped the deck. Semor rested against the guard rail as Zeult now coiled around his neck with a loose grip. Coco island was another island that would fail to measure up in a world of beauty.

Chocolate flecks of snow hit the ship as it pulled into the tiny wooden dock. Grenchities now hurried to lower the boarding plank and then stood to attention.

"Have a pleasant adventure master Grimmmock!" they all shouted as they saluted their captain.

Semors ship was known as the Minotaur due to the giant minotaur figurehead carved from wood take precedence at the front of the ship. Bought outright for fifty diamonds, Semor had put a vast wealth of materials into the ship and every day it paid off. When not using the ship a crew of Dave Grenchitties could be sent out to find treasure and slay sea monsters. They could even battle and defeat players. Semor believed himself to be the only person who owned a galleon and every week it netted him anywhere from two gold to twenty gold. Not forgetting looted items and materials.

Like all guilds, the Court of Bones suffered the same fate and had to build from scratch. Due to knowledge of a special black market that allowed a player to access Forest of Winter character items and item banks most of the Court of Guilds sold off their old games items for vast wealth. Semor even sold off the elusive Fang sword. If not for that sale he would be living as a middle-class at best.

Wind picking up and whipping the snow into a chocolate blizzard, Semor descended his ship and plunged into the forest ahead. The canopy saving him from the blistering cold. For a dark fire mage, they felt the cold more than others. Semors cheeks had flushed red and his hands tingled from the cold. To combat the issue he conjured his staff of Velcon. A magma infused staff with a green fire gem inserted into the twisted wooden tip.

Heat generated from the staff warmed Semor and Zeult. They hadn't been in the forest long before the creatures crawled out. Rabid bunnies the size of Great Danes and made from chocolate surrounded Semor as more leapt from bushed and trees.