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Kai Song//Arathor
Small Town
Small Town
It was a good hour of walking before Arathor finally laid eyes on SMALL TOWN. It was, as the name had hinted, a rather small place, and the tall Arathor could not help but feel out of place.
Now, it should be said that when it is said that the town was small, well... It would not be quite what was expected. It seemed that this town was populated not with Daemon, but a race of shorter, stockier humanoids. Arathor would almost go so far as to call them Dwarves, as their average height was around four feet; however, he found that none had the trademark beards or gruff expressions. Instead, it seemed these small humans were closer to elves in all but body size. All in all, it just made Arathor's brain hurt.
After he had finally gotten over the initial confusion of the situation, he found that the town was actually furnished like any other. There was a blacksmith. And there an inn, though he did not expect to be able to fit inside, much less rent a room. Hell, there was even a tavern, alive with shouting and music!
He'd stop by the blacksmith first: he'd see what he could get in the way of basic armor and weapons, then see if he could find a good grinding area nearby. He'd be sure to avoid other Daemon as much as possible, too. He wouldn't know who to trust, and who was out to get you, and woe to the individual that mistook him for an easy target!
Arathor straightened as he exited the last stop in his round of equipment-gathering, and stretched. He was traveling much lighter than he would have liked, but for what he had spent, the short sword and light studded armor was more than sufficient. He'd get more powerful gear after he'd had a chance to level up his needed skills to unlock them.
Now, for the more pressing issue. To find an area rife with weak monsters that was out of the way enough to not be discovered all that easily by other players. A quick glance at his map showed a rather likely area, and not too far to the west of town. With a nod of affirmation and a small smirk, he set off.
He had finally hit a steady rhythm, and had almost began playing music in his head, when he ran into the individual. It was obvious that she was an NPC, though she was unlike the others within the town. Aside from that, though, what made her stand out was the large question mark above her head. A quest? This early? Man was he one lucky son-of-a-gun! Quests were notorious for big XP rewards and tons of loot. Barely able to contain his excitement, he activated conversation with the NPC, whose name showed up as Sari as she turned to face him.
Now, it should be said that when it is said that the town was small, well... It would not be quite what was expected. It seemed that this town was populated not with Daemon, but a race of shorter, stockier humanoids. Arathor would almost go so far as to call them Dwarves, as their average height was around four feet; however, he found that none had the trademark beards or gruff expressions. Instead, it seemed these small humans were closer to elves in all but body size. All in all, it just made Arathor's brain hurt.
After he had finally gotten over the initial confusion of the situation, he found that the town was actually furnished like any other. There was a blacksmith. And there an inn, though he did not expect to be able to fit inside, much less rent a room. Hell, there was even a tavern, alive with shouting and music!
He'd stop by the blacksmith first: he'd see what he could get in the way of basic armor and weapons, then see if he could find a good grinding area nearby. He'd be sure to avoid other Daemon as much as possible, too. He wouldn't know who to trust, and who was out to get you, and woe to the individual that mistook him for an easy target!
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Arathor straightened as he exited the last stop in his round of equipment-gathering, and stretched. He was traveling much lighter than he would have liked, but for what he had spent, the short sword and light studded armor was more than sufficient. He'd get more powerful gear after he'd had a chance to level up his needed skills to unlock them.
Now, for the more pressing issue. To find an area rife with weak monsters that was out of the way enough to not be discovered all that easily by other players. A quick glance at his map showed a rather likely area, and not too far to the west of town. With a nod of affirmation and a small smirk, he set off.
He had finally hit a steady rhythm, and had almost began playing music in his head, when he ran into the individual. It was obvious that she was an NPC, though she was unlike the others within the town. Aside from that, though, what made her stand out was the large question mark above her head. A quest? This early? Man was he one lucky son-of-a-gun! Quests were notorious for big XP rewards and tons of loot. Barely able to contain his excitement, he activated conversation with the NPC, whose name showed up as Sari as she turned to face him.