Soren Rider

Soren was still laying on the ground, his back now pressing the blades of grass down. His hand was over his face but he could see through the slits where his fingers were divided. The sky was a light blue, as the sun was still above them, casting it's magnificent light down upon the ground. Every once in a while, a cloud might pass above them, but it was quite infrequent. Soren's hair was long enough to sprawl out amidst the grass. He could listen well from his spot. But then, Syra began directing her conversation to him when she referenced the sick, twisted mind of the game designer. "Yeah, f

Soren's ol' man continued his story about Kyrial amidst the combat with several wolves. He stopped talking for a second while Soren spoke up, clearly concentrating on the combat with the wolves before him. His story revolved around Kyrial, the shady poison user, heading to the east assigned on a mission. Due to the secrecy of the mission which she was assigned, Kyrial was stowing away on a ship heading to the east, which would make sense for someone who needed to travel over open water unnoticed. Almost seamlessly, his ol' man transitioned to another person named Delilian, which Soren immediat

Soren went back to searching for the last material as his father took out a battle-ready potion from his inventory. The tall grass wasn't moving much as the breeze that was normally present in this place was weirdly absent. Thus, without the motion the tall grass would normally have, Soren did not find another piece of chalk. During his silent search, he listened to the story of Kyrial from his ol' man and pictured it in his mind. Kyrial was sent by the leader of the project in the organization of Ombra named Rumo Benford to deal with some group in the east. The idea was most certainly to sile

Soren listened over the heat of combat, in this case literally. The Pheonix took shape once more and although there was much noise, the story told by Theodore came through to him. He could visualize the place, Segria, infused with an evil of the land, the conflict between the people and the blight, which plagued the land. He could understand being lied to by parents, it was all too familiar for Levi growing up. They would lie to him, telling him he was horrible at listening to directives, that he would lie to them and steal. Following orders was something he could also relate to, though it lik

Soren held the chalk in his hand, quickly swiping to add it to his inventory of materials. Once he had done so, he was prepared to walk back to the tree. Before he could, he heard the sound of a run, Theodore charging toward the wolves before him. The pack surrounded him, biting at his armor. The Pheonix, the fire bird of legend, sprung from the shield and struck at several of the wolves that dared bite or claw at Teddy. Soren stood, a moment of fear passing before him. Although Teddy was struck several times by various bites and claws, Teddy stood firm, excitement appearing on his face. What

It was still early morning, the battle between his father and the single, small boar, was pretty quick in actual time. That being said, the time it took for his ol' man to open the menu and bring forth a healing crystal was quite time consuming. During the time which his ol' man was trying to figure out the menu and locate the crystal, Soren turned to the tree once again. Grasping both his hands around the lowest limb, Soren pulled his body until his chest was over the limb. Once there, he used momentum of the physics of gravity, which seemed to still apply, to swing down, his legs coming up a

Soren looked down to see his ol' man whiff the swing of the hammer. Although it was a miss, the boar was quick to make an attack, one that would certainly prove fatal. The boar, feeling the immense heat of the phoenix, burned to its death, its health bar reaching red and then dissipating. Soren looked down to his father and shouted Good shit ol' man, you did well! Soren came down the limbs of the tree, swinging from one to the next. Once his feet landed on the ground, Soren brushed off his clothes as if they had gotten dirty from the leaves... then he smiled and gave a thumbs up toward his fat

The small piece of partially split chalk was an interesting material. Soren tried, upon thinking of its texture in the real world, to rub the chalk between both hands. He suspected, if the game creator had put enough coding into the game, it would rub into dust. However, as Soren clasped both hands together and alternated moving each forward and back, felt the familiar shape remain in his hands. The force of friction, which typically would produce some heat, was not immediately present. This material, at least against his hand, was not easily changeable. That fucking game designer built

Soren had just told Syra to climb the tree, even though he knew there was fall damage in this game. It wasn't because Soren didn't appreciate Syra or anything like that. He wanted to experience. He wanted to learn. He wanted to do, regardless of the risks still threatening them in this game. However, Zenshu spoke to Syra in the tree as though she were in danger of death from that height. Although she could take some damage from the fall, that alone killing her was improbable at worst. Zenshu was clearly a calm and wise addition to the party, which Soren appreciated. Syra was like the wild card

Soren had told his ol' man to wait for the boar to "play chicken" and avoid making a head on attack before striking with the hammer. However, as his ol' man was replying to him up in the tree, the boar caught him mid-sentence. Unlike the previous attacks, the boar actually made a bullrush attack directly into Teddy. Upon striking, the armor activated and burned the boar for an immense amount of fire damage, as flames licked the beast. Oh fuck, thats sick! I need to get something like... wait, no, I need something that makes me bob in and out of "existence", kind of like the blink dogs I heard

Soren reached the peak of the tree, his view back to being superior. Yes, this must be like eagle sight, superior in every fucking way Soren caught sight of the boar missing his father again. Soren took both hands off the tree, swung down so he was situated swinging upside down on a tree limb, his legs clenched to hold his weight. Putting both hands to his mouth to speak loud enough to be heard he made his voice boom. That boar is unbelievably clumsy, move right and swing down with the hammer as it passes you! The hammer went up for the swing, but wobbled coming down. His father had missed the

Before Soren had gotten even a fourth of the way up the tree, he decided it would be a good idea to move around the tree trunk and check up on his father's progress. From the distance, Soren could tell that the boar had taken a significant hit from his father, which was outstanding. He could tell that, from the successful hit, his father was building up hate. Honestly though, much of the plan involved his father being successfully hit, but if he wasn't ever hit, he wouldn't have to use up the potions they got for the outing, which might save them money... Yeah, that's it dad, give 'em hell. No

Soren was glad his father was on board for doing an adventure or quest together. He knew very little about his adoptive father, only mild mention from Rita while he aged into adulthood. The biggest concern Soren had to deal with was time. His father would spend hours at the toy store, essentially dedicating his life to his work. Although it would have been too much to request, Soren wanted to spend time with him. He had heard a few stories of ol' from his father, but he knew there were plenty of other ones that he hadn't been fortunate enough to hear. This might be his best chance to learn.

Soren took his ol' man's appreciation for the equipment as a sign of trust. His ol' man was not as accustomed to the game, but he must have had experiences while at the toy store which would constitute building trust. Regardless, his ol' man also knew that he was going for martial arts, and that hand wraps wouldn't be something crafted by a blacksmith. Yeah, that shits true. The ol' man was also on board to go to the town and to the monument, which his ol' man mentioned might be closer to dinner time. Fuck, I didn't think to ask when their establishment in Tolbana closes, and the walk and com

Soren came out of the shop to see quite the sight. His ol' man was there before him, a set of plate armor was equipped to his body, and an insignia of a vibrant green and red rose with actual thorns jutting from it, stood as a sign of a ready combatant. In his left hand was a shield, made in the kite design, or commonly referred to as a kite shield, adorned with the beautiful bird of rebirth, the phoenix, as described in mythology. The material plating was likely gold with some other alloy, almost appearing to give off a living flame. In his other hand was equipped a hammer, one of exceedingly