Bahr

Morningstar's mastery of the snowball toss, despite claiming he'd never attempted it before, was equally impressive as it was vexing. As someone who had only seemed to stumble to and fro in a haphazard daze since awakening, Bahr wondered if every 'normal' person was as naturally good at everything as Morningstar seemed to be. Perhaps even Bahr himself was, at one point. Or, it was possible that Morningstar actually was an exceptional shot. Either way, Bahr felt weary in having to follow such a splendid performance. The NPC beckoned him and, not wanting to appear shy or cowardly, the sword

A ping heralded the arrival of Morningstar's reply. It appeared he'd answered in the affirmative. Not knowing how long it would take, Bahr took a seat against one of the cold benches that sat close to the teleport gate. He took the time to fully observe and appreciate his surroundings. Flakes of frozen moisture cascaded from the heavens, simply water loosed from its cloud prison and born anew. It collected in heaps on the ground, layer upon layer, a lattice of beauty and freeze. When one of these snowflakes landed on him, it quickly dissipated into nothingness. He wondered why that was. I

Not long after Bahr's mind had loosed itself within that wretched cave on the first floor had it wandered beyond. He'd first learned that there existed dimension outside the dimness of that hell. Then he'd learned space existed even beyond where the sky stitched itself to the far edges of those rolling hills. There was much to be had in that space. Caves, forests, towns. But he kept hearing talk of "floors." Floor ten, floor twenty. They spoke of them as though they were different worlds. And soon, Bahr would discover that was not far from the truth. He'd observed the passersby as they op

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Bahr's ruminations were bedeviled by the hearkening of screeching bells, their panicked toll a far cry from the whimsical jingle he'd observed upon first entering the shop. The door would have surely loosed from the cradle of its threshold had it not met, ferociously, with the wall adjacent its flung trajectory. The impact prompted the appearance of a panel which heralded the smashed wood's immortal status, but Bahr wouldn't notice. His eyes would be glued to the vision that stood before him, in all her fury, where his door once had been. His crimson eyes would first settle upon her hair.

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Bahr had heard the man call out from the parlor while he toiled away in his back office, something about being a villain. He smirked at the young man's jab, trying to think of something clever in response. But as Bahr wasn't known for being particularly snappy with his comebacks, and because he took his sweet time removing his ass from its plush seat, by the time he ventured out into the shop to speak with Morningstar the lad was gone. It did, however, appear that he had left behind some sort of commission paperwork for Bahr to take a look at. And, so, the crimson-clad tailor scooped up the sh

Bahr stood, likewise making an attempt to avoid eye contact with the cafe's patrons, all of which were now silently gawking at the pair. His hands snaked their way around the shaft of the instrument of destruction, a grunt of exertion escaping the swordsman's lips as he attempted to lift whatever foul artifact had brought so much destruction and disruption to the establishment. And certainly, he could lift it. But just because he could, didn't mean he wagered that he should. "This isn't the sort of thing I would have used," he surmised, crimson irises combing the exterior of the weapon fo

Prompted by Morningstar's suggestion, Bahr again attempted to summon the menu, fumbling just as clumsily with this attempt as he had the last. But when he finally managed to bring it up again, his eyes scanned nervously for the options that had been suggested to him. He started with skills, thumbing through all of the options and taking note of what was already unlocked. "If I were to wager a guess," Bahr began, eyes still glued to the screen, "I'm some sort of rogue. Or not. I don't know. There's a lot of stuff in here about stealth, but I'm not really following how any of that works. Ba

"I guess you could message somebody, although I'm not sure what good that would do. I doubt they'd be able to fix anything." He could message them? That was handy. Though, Morningstar was likely right. How many of these people knew what he was going through, let alone how to fix it? And even if one of them did know what to do, how was he supposed to know where to start? His eyes returned to the list, pale blue highlighting the scarlet of his irises as they slowly panned downward. They came to a rest on a name that felt familiar, that being Lessa. He couldn't quite put a finger on why

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Bewilderment masked Bahr's visage as Morningstar's was illuminated by the translucent azure panel. It seemed that he had summoned some sort of menu, which only solidified his argument that they were in a game of some sort. How was it he had done that again? Some sort of swishing motion. Bahr warily attempted to replicate the technique, but didn't seem to have any luck. Maybe if he tried his other hand? Jingle! Ah. There it was. Now, he'd mentioned something about a friends list... which seemed to be one of the very first options. He tapped on it, and another panel populated.

The sign read "The Crusty Bahrnacle." It had his name. That couldn't have been a coincidence, right? Peering through the dusty and muck-coated windows revealed nothing, the interior remaining a mystery to the man perched outside. If it was true that he, or at least a version of him, existed before he woke up in that cave, then it could be true that he'd staked his claim on certain parts of this world. Land. Monuments. Storefronts. There was no way to tell unless he found a way inside, and saw for himself what was hidden behind these grimy and unkempt walls. He patted himself down and

"An... NPC?" Even Bahr found his own lack of vernacular understanding nearly laughable. Morningstar kept using words like this so flippantly. "Safezone," "NPC." Bahr felt out of the loop. But as they settled into their seats at the cafe, and the ambiance started to settle in, Bahr did feel himself slipping into a state of alert ease. He no longer felt as though his life was on the line. To the contrary, the way that Morningstar had described this place went great lengths to put Bahr's mind at ease. And, while he almost hated to admit it, he liked being around so many people. His crim

"This is a video game. Everyone playing is stuck here until we can beat it. You don't bleed or feel much pain but if you die within the game, it's over; you die outside too." Preposterous. Trapped in a game? The man was clearly lying. Yet, there were a few things that Bahr was struggling to explain. The fact that his hand did not bleed, the wall that rejected damage from his blade, slain monsters that leave no bodies, and the fact that his hand would not bleed. There was also floating, descriptive imagery around everything if he looked hard enough. Morningstar himself was titled, and

"I guess, for starters, your name is Bahr." Upon hearing the word 'Bahr,' snippets of audio flooded the swordsman's mind. A multilayered cacophony of voices, each whispering his name over and over. He could tell he'd heard it before, but couldn't tell where. He buried his hand further into his hair, absently grasping at it as the noise consumed him, growing ever louder until his expression had contorted into one of confusion and anguish. "Your level's pretty high. You must know someone else in the game, right?" Morningstar's voice broke the spell, jostling Bahr free of the ghost

"What the hell am I supposed to say to that—a human?" Human. The word played through Bahr's mind on repeat like a scratched record. It sounded familiar enough. Human. He supposed it was possible that this man - and by extension, Bahr himself - were human. Human. Weird word. But it made sense. Sorta. "My name is Morningstar and I mean no harm." The statement seemed true enough. If anything, Bahr was the more threatening of the two in this situation. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly lowered the blade, keeping a wary eye on the stranger - er, "Morningstar" that stood

"Everything okay?" Somehow, Bahr had completely neglected the clomping of the approaching stranger's feet against the soil. The intrusion of his voice zapped through Bahr's senses like a jolt of electricity, spurring him to spring to his feet and leap away. His body, having seemingly acted of its own accord during the whole ordeal, also managed to snag hold of is idle sword in the grass when he rose from his prone position. He rose the tip of Forgotten King's Spite toward the mysterious fellow, less a threat than a promise that he would feel its wrath should he not obey the following comm

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The neat thing about having apparently made a shop with one's name in it was that, if that individual happened to lose all of their memories, it would make finding a place they could find their own a little easier. Having crashed on a couch in his office since finding this place, he'd never really been worried about basic things such as locking up, or even tending to the business he knew absolutely nothing about. In his mind, he was more or less squatting in someone else's place. But as he lazily walked up to the front counter and noticed the order form, he felt an itch. Something he cou

Sunken within himself, submerged beneath the tumultuous ferocity of his own subconscious, Bahr had lost touch with any perception of reality - real or virtual. Shapes and hues, sounds and scents, the steady march of time, even physical touch was beyond his perception. He was similarly hollowed of conscious thought in this senseless state, drifting endlessly in a state devoid of ego or separation between 'him' and 'the other.' Just as a rock didn't know it was a rock, and a tree didn't know it was a tree, Bahr didn't know who or what he was. Just another bundle of rendered particles, intermixin

Nary a word submitted as the man casually strolled into the shop, his empty eyes exhibiting every bit the hollowness he himself felt throughout every nerve and pore of his body. With likewise silence, he submitted the tools to the shopkeep, eyes not lifting from their dreary gaze to meet with the man whose services he requested. One blade, another, a shard, and a scale. After forwarding the materials, he took a single step back, patiently awaiting the end result of the blacksmith's labor. All the while, eyes remained perfectly affixed forward, slightly downward, in a perpetual, almost hypnotic

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"I guess that's something to be thankful for. Any boss fight where everyone makes it out alive is a good one." Which was true. And yet, somehow, it made him feel even more foolish. Here he was, lamenting in his poor performance, when the fact that they had cleared the floor at all, and with zero fatalities, no less, should have been cause for celebration. They should have been joining hands with the rest of the Players in the Town of Beginnings, giving thanks to Cardinal for its ever-fortuitous mercy, that everyone was alive. That they hadn't all just been swallowed whole by an unexplaina