Dark Sanctuary
Accursed, yet soothing.
Marcus
Feeling goosebumps all over himself and finding that he was now wearing simple clothes and sandals, Marcus listened to the words of the narrator even as his vision faded and the smell of smoke lingered on. He did not expect this kind of a tutorial and wondered if this was part of the reason why many people enjoyed games like this.
He was brought out of his thoughts moment later when his visioned returned, and he could finally see that he was somewhere different. Looking around, he sees other people materialize out of nowhere. Those that did not react at all could easily be seen as NPCs while the rest were players like him.
His attention was spread all over, but he did focus when he heard what the loud guard had shouted, going over to find out what was going on. After listening, he watched on as several other players got to the cart and picked their equipment. Heading on over, he decided on a staff for his weapon, thinking of using it as a flexible weapon for defensive and offensive purposes. He also picked up his armour and some medical herbs along with an unlit torch, though now came the hard part.
He was supposed to form or join a party with others, but he wasn't able to speak at all. The other players might treat him like a weirdo. Unsure of what to do, he stood there with his staff in hand.
Feeling goosebumps all over himself and finding that he was now wearing simple clothes and sandals, Marcus listened to the words of the narrator even as his vision faded and the smell of smoke lingered on. He did not expect this kind of a tutorial and wondered if this was part of the reason why many people enjoyed games like this.
He was brought out of his thoughts moment later when his visioned returned, and he could finally see that he was somewhere different. Looking around, he sees other people materialize out of nowhere. Those that did not react at all could easily be seen as NPCs while the rest were players like him.
His attention was spread all over, but he did focus when he heard what the loud guard had shouted, going over to find out what was going on. After listening, he watched on as several other players got to the cart and picked their equipment. Heading on over, he decided on a staff for his weapon, thinking of using it as a flexible weapon for defensive and offensive purposes. He also picked up his armour and some medical herbs along with an unlit torch, though now came the hard part.
He was supposed to form or join a party with others, but he wasn't able to speak at all. The other players might treat him like a weirdo. Unsure of what to do, he stood there with his staff in hand.