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"HELLO NEW PLAYER HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO REFER TO YOU?!"
'Well this is new...' Dourian thinks to himself. "Uhh... Maigo." 'Might as well stick to the name I already use in other games...'
"RECORDING..........HELLO MAIGO!! I'M MRIYA!!! WOULD YOU LIKE TO START THE TUTORIAL?" (RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE NEW TO VRRPGS)
'I'm no newbie but I'll do it anyway.'
Dourian likes to play the tutorial for games; it allows him to get a feel for the minute differences from game to game. It's a ritual he has but if you were to ask him he'd say he wasn't superstitious.
"Yeah, load up the tutorial." Dourian responds to Mriya. 'I wonder how this game is different from the others.'
His vision fades and when his sight returns he is greeted by a grand coliseum adorned with broken armours and dateless statues of gladiators locked in an eternal skirmish, his eyes are drawn towards the center where a lone statue of a woman lays surrounded by an assortment of armaments, an arcane light cascades over her visage.
"What is this place? Hello?" He calls out, getting his own echo in response.
"For a tutorial there isn't much tutoring... He sighs "But like all games when in doubt follow the godrays..." As Dourian notices the statues light he makes his way towards the woman in picking his way through a battlefield in stasis cautiously avoiding contact with any of the statues.
"I sure hope none of these guys come to life otherwise this would be a hell of a tutorial though I wonder why she's surrounded by all these items, are these warriors fighting over them or the woman?" He asks himself as he comes upon the woman, noticing his body seems to feel more and more rejuvenated the closer he gets.
Dourian approaches the stone woman, beside her left arm lies a shield that from sight alone looks impenetrable, a sword sheathed in a buckler whose gravity seems to deny any from approaching or retreating, and a greataxe humming with an unceasing ferocity. Next to her right arm lies a longblade gleaming with unmatched sharpness, a bow strung taut as if yearning to hunt again, and a dagger which seems to fade in and out of existence. Her head adorned with a mystical crown, text seems to flicker and orbit it, around her neck a totem morphing through a vast variety of creatures, earrings that pulse with a myriad of colours dress her ears, and on her face lie two distinct tattoos one of a swirling pool possessing endless depth the other a pentagram that exudes an aura of despair, lastly a tome lays on her chest clutched in her arms releasing a holy light somehow not being drowned out by the light from above. They all seem to share one intent...they wish to be wielded.
"Wow the attention to detail on this statue is astounding..." He looks at the woman and sees that in her solemnity she weeps.
"If it's any consolation statue lady whatever you went through at least you are at rest...So let's try and pick one of these up shall we? Dourian claps his hands together scanning over the items deciding to reach for the longsword and as he does As he does a voice appears in his head.
"Another soul graces the Arena Of Valour to take destiny in their own hands. Favoured One it seems destiny shines brightly on you, whichever armament you choose may it allow your name to echo across Thaysia for eternity...
Shocked Dourian steps back from the statue 'What the hell?! Who was that??' He thinks to himself as a new weight is added to the previous still air then the formless voice appears again.
"Be not afraid child, I am merely a guide, here to help you start the journey of self-actualization."
"Well mysterious statue lady, what's this self-actualization you speak of?"
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Great World Online
FantasyA war, A great disappearance, A game. The year is 2455 a great deal of events have happened in quick succession leading to many unanswered questions, Where did the 1.5 billion people go? Exactly how many classes are in this game & why are people get...
