Transcendence Volume 2: Awakening

Chapter 2: The Drunkard

[Threnus 20, 0100 A.R., Vulcreus]

[Darkmoon Harbor, Myrkish Empire of Aegiot]

[Noxamir]

"Axtonian Ziggurat huh?" Revan muttered as soon as he logged back inside the Inn he rented before logging out a few days ago and pulled out a map that he bought the other day and looked at the map and the Journal. Each Marked one is handed a Journal which they can use for taking quests and other important notes, something that Revan hardly used since the start of the series.

"I guess I have a long way to go before getting there." He muttered to himself as he wrote down important locations for him to get there.

He felt the Valkyr's Mark grow warm earning an amused smile on his face as he sat on the bed, ever since he left it would seem that Carin has made it a habit of contacting him with the Valkyr's Mark likely to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

That and it's free unlike the usual call function in-game where it is said you'd have to pay a small fee to let your avatars call one another as long as they're in their friend list.

"Carin," Revan answered with an amused smile.

"Looks like you're up," Carin answered.

"No, I'm sleep talking right now," Revan answered sarcastically.

"Ha-ha," Carin faked a laugh causing him to suddenly imagine the Lyrkish Valkyr rolling her eyes. "Very funny, so how're things going for you there?"

"I mean I got here in one piece and bought a map to know where to go," Revan answered as he looked through his inventory and pulled out a new set of equipment with better parameters and stats in contrast to the one he brought after leaving Throndrheim. "What about you?"

"Since you left I went to work in reforming the Valkrs, changing and revamping the traditions and developing new fighting styles with the Spear and Lances have been pretty tedious. Oh, and I managed to get a following of at least three more Valkyrs." She said proudly earning an amused smile from Revan.

"That's great to hear," Revan said as he put on his new gear.

Replacing his Repaired Manslayer Tunic which had become obsolete due to being thirty levels below him now was a heavy reinforced coat that can help him withstand the thick miasma found in some areas within Noxamir, since only Myrkens can handle the Miasma, a rebreather was also bought as that help him breathe through the Miasma as well.

"I should get going, I saw the map and I have a lot of ground to cover if I want to get there soon."

"Yeah sure be careful," Carin told him. "And try not to do anything stupid like last time."

"To be fair I just wanted to see how far I can take the Canoe and I didn't expect to make it that far." Revan chuckled as he ended the Mental Link causing the glow from the Valkyr's Mark to disappear.

If compared to the pristine arctic fields of Shivangard or the picturesque rain-soaked valleys of Throndrheim. Noxamir was a blasted wasteland with its soil have died with only a handful of plants that live there, it's sky was overcast as if a thunderstorm could come anytime soon, meanwhile, the air is thin and cold not in a way like Shivangard the best thing Revan can compare it the feeling of wandering within an old graveyard in the middle of the night. Unwelcoming and leaves behind the feeling that you aren't alone.

"In hindsight, I should have just picked a Myrken and let myself be spawn here instead," Revan commented in a low voice as he wandered through the City.

Along the way he noticed the stares of other Inhabitants, it made sense as according to SolarHunter some inhabitants aren't too willing to accept much less interact with other Marked Ones, underneath his mask he held back a smirk recalling in the forums of some of the Players like him commenting how there have been weird guilds that formed several months after the start of the Game.