SentinelSevn
Professional Coffee Addict
Floor 1, container of the player's typical city within the popular virtual reality MMO. It was a suitable area for establishing a livelihood, with a large player hub of a market containing a variety of stalls that supplied materials, armor, tools, and the such. Adventurers constantly ventured out to explore new areas, and there always seemed to be more to see in the large spacious world, leading them all to believe that the other floors were just as vast. The monsters that spawned only seemed to get more and more vicious the further players strayed from the main city, but their loot drops and hidden treasures also grew much more valuable.
Players grew greedy for these powerful treasures, creating parties to venture into dungeons and caves together and splitting the end reward. And then there were others who preferred to adventure alone and keep the treasures to themselves. One of such, was the lone mercenary for hire, Chase "The Ace" Lancaster. Given the name only because he could be hired to fill nearly all combat situations, whether it be frontal vanguard and leading an assault against both AI or other players in the arena, or even for a solo mission to collect a bounty on a certain beastie. No matter the mission, he excelled. Not always flawlessly, mind you, but the job was always completed.
Chase arrived at the front of a merchant's weapon shop, this one being new to him since he was recently banned from entering his usual shop area. Attached to the left of his hip was two twin blades, on the exterior it was nothing special but they had abilities that made him sure that these weapons were never something he would barter away. Over his shoulders was a pitch black tattered cloak, seemingly two-dimensional as the shade hardly reflected any light. Quite mysterious he was, but hopefully the shopkeeper would be willing to service him properly and without question.
Chase opened the door to the shop, a bell at the door chiming to announce his entry. The door's opening was stopped midway, Chase looking up at the bell with a suspicious eye. It was typical of him, people of his occupation were often wary of opening doors and walking walls because of traps that could be set; something like this bell in a dungeon could have been the signal for a guard hound to strike the intruder. The male sighed and dropped his guard, knowing that he was now within the city limits and any harm that should befall him would be minimal. He approached the desk and was looking for the shopkeeper or someone who works the counter, but she was missing. He tapped his knuckled against the counter three times, simulating a knock to try and get the attention of anyone who worked here. "Hey, anyone home. I picked up a weapon earlier and was hoping to get it appraised here, since this is a sword-based shop and all."
The male swiped his hand up beside him, dragging his hand down in the universal motion of opening up his menu. Scrolling to the weapon's section, he tapped on a weapon with a "???" as the name. This signature was often given to weapons that were of unique value, like abilities that the user has never seen before, or held some sort of historic value. Seeing as how the weapon had spawned in a dungeon that had no extreme value on it, he assumed the former. His own appraisal skills were not high enough to identify the weapon on his own since he had invested most of his stats into attack, dexterity, and agility. The weapon began to pixelate in the air in front of him and above the desk, forming into a large two-handed broadsword that took up a majority of the blade's surface. It had a long handle, and an even longer blade that grew to at least a meter and half in length, and the width of the blade being about a foot wide. It was a typical buster blade, perfect for heavy barbarian classes but not for his subclass. The broadsword family of blades was typically heavy, bulky, and slow; unlike Chase's preference of agile and precise strikes. However, aside from the shape of the blade, the rest of the weapon was unknown. It was wrapped in thick brown cloth that was kept together in thin rope, maintaining the weapon's high quality for either sale or presentation on a wall.
Chase waited to be served, having enough time for a bit of a wait if the keeper was tending to another customer in a back. What had gotten him banned from the last store was his impatience, and venturing deeper into the keeper's dwellings to find the said keeper. Chase was a usual at the store, often stopping by for appraisals or to sell items. It didn't give him the authority to snoop around another player's restricted area, and he knew why. The shopkeeper was "assisting" a female adventurer remove the battered armor that refused to come off for repairs. Chase soon learned that privacy was kept in dwellings for a reason..
That being said, Chase leaned back against the counter of the shop, hoping this one wasn't one of the few that caught word of his snooping and refused to help him. A merc with a smear like this on his reputation, what a situation. His arms were crossed over his chest, right hand tapping his left bicep; teeth bit at the left corner of his lip, and his eyes wandering to gaze at the shown wares this specific shopkeeper kept out for display. His back was turned towards the door leading to where the shopkeeper and her current customer was at, but Chase wasn't worried; his perception skills should be high enough to hear them approaching from behind.
@RomanticDaffodil @EchoNightwish
Players grew greedy for these powerful treasures, creating parties to venture into dungeons and caves together and splitting the end reward. And then there were others who preferred to adventure alone and keep the treasures to themselves. One of such, was the lone mercenary for hire, Chase "The Ace" Lancaster. Given the name only because he could be hired to fill nearly all combat situations, whether it be frontal vanguard and leading an assault against both AI or other players in the arena, or even for a solo mission to collect a bounty on a certain beastie. No matter the mission, he excelled. Not always flawlessly, mind you, but the job was always completed.
Chase arrived at the front of a merchant's weapon shop, this one being new to him since he was recently banned from entering his usual shop area. Attached to the left of his hip was two twin blades, on the exterior it was nothing special but they had abilities that made him sure that these weapons were never something he would barter away. Over his shoulders was a pitch black tattered cloak, seemingly two-dimensional as the shade hardly reflected any light. Quite mysterious he was, but hopefully the shopkeeper would be willing to service him properly and without question.
Chase opened the door to the shop, a bell at the door chiming to announce his entry. The door's opening was stopped midway, Chase looking up at the bell with a suspicious eye. It was typical of him, people of his occupation were often wary of opening doors and walking walls because of traps that could be set; something like this bell in a dungeon could have been the signal for a guard hound to strike the intruder. The male sighed and dropped his guard, knowing that he was now within the city limits and any harm that should befall him would be minimal. He approached the desk and was looking for the shopkeeper or someone who works the counter, but she was missing. He tapped his knuckled against the counter three times, simulating a knock to try and get the attention of anyone who worked here. "Hey, anyone home. I picked up a weapon earlier and was hoping to get it appraised here, since this is a sword-based shop and all."
The male swiped his hand up beside him, dragging his hand down in the universal motion of opening up his menu. Scrolling to the weapon's section, he tapped on a weapon with a "???" as the name. This signature was often given to weapons that were of unique value, like abilities that the user has never seen before, or held some sort of historic value. Seeing as how the weapon had spawned in a dungeon that had no extreme value on it, he assumed the former. His own appraisal skills were not high enough to identify the weapon on his own since he had invested most of his stats into attack, dexterity, and agility. The weapon began to pixelate in the air in front of him and above the desk, forming into a large two-handed broadsword that took up a majority of the blade's surface. It had a long handle, and an even longer blade that grew to at least a meter and half in length, and the width of the blade being about a foot wide. It was a typical buster blade, perfect for heavy barbarian classes but not for his subclass. The broadsword family of blades was typically heavy, bulky, and slow; unlike Chase's preference of agile and precise strikes. However, aside from the shape of the blade, the rest of the weapon was unknown. It was wrapped in thick brown cloth that was kept together in thin rope, maintaining the weapon's high quality for either sale or presentation on a wall.
Chase waited to be served, having enough time for a bit of a wait if the keeper was tending to another customer in a back. What had gotten him banned from the last store was his impatience, and venturing deeper into the keeper's dwellings to find the said keeper. Chase was a usual at the store, often stopping by for appraisals or to sell items. It didn't give him the authority to snoop around another player's restricted area, and he knew why. The shopkeeper was "assisting" a female adventurer remove the battered armor that refused to come off for repairs. Chase soon learned that privacy was kept in dwellings for a reason..
That being said, Chase leaned back against the counter of the shop, hoping this one wasn't one of the few that caught word of his snooping and refused to help him. A merc with a smear like this on his reputation, what a situation. His arms were crossed over his chest, right hand tapping his left bicep; teeth bit at the left corner of his lip, and his eyes wandering to gaze at the shown wares this specific shopkeeper kept out for display. His back was turned towards the door leading to where the shopkeeper and her current customer was at, but Chase wasn't worried; his perception skills should be high enough to hear them approaching from behind.
@RomanticDaffodil @EchoNightwish
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