Avilien: Tutorial islands

Banquet for the ten

Tasked with preparing an elegant feast for the ten, Grimmock had prepared silver trays atop the dark wooden table in the main guilds hall. From roasted Bruntusk ribs to roast pippers. There were Salatooth steaks, bigger than a person's head, and tasted like an ordinary steak. Steamed veg from all manner of places and regions across Avilien and the centrepiece was a roasted hog Gruntusk stuffed with Cherinwood apples from the region of Aftle.

Grimmock had provided the best he could, the range of food mostly came under C rank except for the entire Gruntusk that took up a huge chunk of the table. That and the Silvina sunset red wine were both A ranked food and drink items. The wine was strong and overpowering as it took some of the smell away from the food. Its pungent smell created a thin whisp of red in the air. Not being part of the ten felt strange and Grimmock once cursed Nate every day until an epiphany happened. Outside of Avilien, nothing would change job-wise, but inside Avilien the gaming world and its vast riches had gotten to people's heads. As the time of the meeting drew closer, Grimmock grew nervous with sweaty palms.

Sat at the table drumming his fingers the anticipation began to make Grimmock's stomach churn and his legs shake. That much in deep thought, he jolted out of the chair as the double doors at the far right of the room flew open. First of the ten to arrive was one of the newest members, Dallas. Level ten, he was a dark druid class known as a darach. Grimmock heard stories that he was a loudmouth like his game guide Blip who sat on his shoulder. An orange mouse with red game guide markings.

Dallas believed himself to be something of a rockstar. He had the mouth and the drama queen attitude followed by the look. Spiked up brown hair, black tight leather pants with an eccentric blue cloak made him stand out. Grimmock also didn't know anyone who wore sunglasses inside either.

"Hey Minus, get off the table. Don't want a filthy lowlife sat with the ten," shouted Dallas as he booted the table and then pulled out a chair. "Dogs sit on the floor," Dallas and Blip laughed as Grimmock got out of his chair and backed away from the table and the lush meal he spent hours preparing.

One by one the members of the ten started to funnel into the room. The top three being the guild master and the two vice guild masters were absent along with number five. Nate would also not be present, so there would only be five of the ten showing up for the meeting today. Eldenwolf, otherwise known as Chris Patters, was the agent that was linked with Luke and the dark paladin. He had retained his rank of eighth in the guild as he next walked in accompanied by girlfriend Sharon Bakes. Once the wife of Grey, Luke's father. She and Elden still dressed in black suits and looked as if they were ready for a funeral. In the time Grimmock hadn't seen Eldenwolf he had managed to claw his way to level nine, while Sharon remained a lowly level three assassin.

Next through the door was the self-proclaimed queen of beauty Amin. She did look the picture of beauty with her long blonde locks that grew beyond her hips and her dazzling cobalt blue eyes that melted men. She dressed provocatively and whether it was a ploy to distract her opponent or not it didn't matter as she had amassed a total of four thousand gold red karma points. Her sleek black dress with fluttering black and purple wings looked as though she had come from the depths of the elven woods. She also wore knee-high boots and carried a silver rapier at her waist. Level nine like Elden she was a melee mage with unique abilities and skills.

After Amin and barely able to fit through the door was a towering Gulac brute. Even taller than Triston, Jankov had changed himself into a red-skinned Gulac warrior. In a small loincloth, fur boots, and a small strap of armour across his muscular chest he came off as a gladiator. What he lacked in brains he more than made up for in brute strength and raw muscle.

Jankov had long black braided hair like his beard and he shot a menacing green-eyed stare at Grimmock as he attempted to sit down in a seat too small for his frame. His game guide Tullin had a unique ability to marge with Jankov's flesh in the form of a giant dragon tattoo that remained on Jankov's back. Tullin had never been seen except for in that form. Level thirteen and ranked sixth Jankov was the same class as Triston, a Centurian altho Jankov preferred to use his fists as weapons and had amassed a total red karma value of eight thousand and climbing.