Somnium Online

Trouble Brewing

Time flew, and before he knew it he was wiping off the counter after a busy day selling coffee.

Reagan was in the kitchen preparing ingredients for the following day. Abby was sweeping up, and Anne was polishing tables.

Afterwards, Eric changed into his daily wear, black pants, red shirt, and black jacket, making sure to tuck a few knives into his pockets just in case.

"I'm heading out!" He called.

He began walking towards the clock tower, intending to do some light shopping.

"Eric, we have a problem." N said, interrupting Eric's train of thought.

"What's happening?" Eric asked.

"While you've been logged in I've been scanning for suspicious activity. Well, I've found some."

"Where?" Eric asked.

"Follow my directions. I'll fill you in on what I know when we arrive." N replied.

He ducked into an alley, and with a gust of wind, he was on a rooftop.

Travelling this way was a lot faster, and more efficient. He was soon sprinting across the city's rooftops.

Before long he was at his destination. An old rundown warehouse in the shipping district. He alighted on the roof. He spotted a window that had been broken a while ago, and swung inside, landing silently on a catwalk far above the ground.

"So this is it?" He asked.

"Yeah boss." N replied. "A bunch of players here are meeting up to start a guild. I'm not sure about their full intentions, but some of the players you told me to watch yesterday are involved.

Eric travelled along the catwalk until he was directly above a group of cloaked figures standing around an old table with a map of the city on it.

By Eric listened carefully to what was being said.

"So you found him?" A man with a gruff voice asked.

"Yeah, the bastard owns a coffee shop." A different voice replied.

"Isn't that cute." Another sneered

"Still, can we really take him down? He slaughtered the last guys who tried to jump him."

"That's cause they were idiots. We aren't going after him."

"But boss, what's the plan then?"

"Simple, we'll make him come to us."

Eric had heard enough. "Initiate program." He said, disgust evident in his tone.

"Initiating program, multiple entity elimination. Boosting necessary stats."

Eric pulled out two of his knives. Twirling them in his hands he jumped off of the catwalk, landing on the table.

The shocked players stumbled backwards. Eric didn't let them catch their breath. His knives whirled around him, cutting down three before the others could recover. Eric jumped off the table and blocked a sword by crossing the knives in his hands, locking the blade. He mobilized a third knife, slitting the man's throat.

He sensed movement behind him, so he did a back kick, flipping the table upwards just in time to block a volley of three arrows.

More cloaked players rushed him, but he released the knives in his hands and let them hover around him.

The three knives under his control spun around him, their blades creating a silver and red blur.

People rushed him, but they fell away their armour shredded and they themselves covered in cuts.