Tombstone
That Damned Cowboy
Mercer smiled, there was that fighting spirit he wanted to see. He drew his sword and let it hang by his side. The black steel looked dark and wicked, like it thirsted for the souls of monsters. Mercer fell into pace it Reaper and strode at her side. They were two of the strongest players from the beta and it was crucial that they maintained appearances, especially at a time like this. If others were to see them panic, the hysteria would only escalate.
They soon reached the edge of the crowd, with several eyes on them. He cocked his head towards his friend and signaled her to hold up. "We are both stocked up on supplies, what course of action do you want to take? As a solo-player I would leave the town of beginnings right off the bat and head to Tolbana of Horunka, but things are more complicated now. Like it or not, we are key players and our decisions will hold consequences. We may want to consider staying and training the new players here, or taking a some people in a party with us. Im not a leader, I'm a solo player, so I'll leave the decision to you."
They soon reached the edge of the crowd, with several eyes on them. He cocked his head towards his friend and signaled her to hold up. "We are both stocked up on supplies, what course of action do you want to take? As a solo-player I would leave the town of beginnings right off the bat and head to Tolbana of Horunka, but things are more complicated now. Like it or not, we are key players and our decisions will hold consequences. We may want to consider staying and training the new players here, or taking a some people in a party with us. Im not a leader, I'm a solo player, so I'll leave the decision to you."