[F01 | SP] Behind and Ahead | <<The First Few Lessons>>

[Morrigan 0]

The First Few Lessons

 

Apprehension. Morrígan could feel it flowing through her as she stared at the forms passing her by, moving about their daily routines and adventures without a second look in her direction. Most were non-player characters, creatures built by the artificial intelligence that ran and maintained the game – one which was cursed by many other players as the bane of their tortured days. Some carried the air and appearance of the various players in the game – noticeable through their odd behaviours, non-repetitive motions, and generally more obtuse forms of clothing themselves. Many wore what appealed to their appearances, or benefited their continued progression towards battle and survival; a contrast and difference from the various simple wear that most non-player characters were outfitted with.

Morrígan knew that she appeared as little more than an NPC herself – the clothing she wore standard starting gear, the halberd in her hand so similar to some she had seen wielded by the local guards. She knew it wouldn’t be off-handed for a player to assume she was little more than one of the creations of the game itself, a character meant to entertain them. Which was why the individual before her had begun to annoy her to an immense degree.

"All of you look so alike, it’s really hard to tell you apart. If it wasn’t for the limitations on the system, I would definitely mess with you guys more. That’s the one thing with this game, it takes all the stupid fun out…” He’d been talking for several minutes, non-plussed by the lack of response that Morrígan had given, her eyes tracing the lines of walking individuals as she searched for the individual she had been told would start the quest. It was a quest designed for beginners to the game, to get them started on their journey. A quest that Morrígan likely should’ve taken a long time ago, but had restrained from doing out of a form of pride. She’d been pushed into it through the simple fact that in all her time within Aincrad, she had achieved so little in comparison to so many others. "I mean we can’t even force you guys to walk in different directions too much without bringing the attention of the guards, let alone touching you. Not that you understand a thing that I’m saying.”

He waved a hand, as if exasperated by his own words. She hoped that it would be a sign of him walking off and leaving her alone, yet he seemed content to talk onwards, drowning her ears with words that were little more than fluttering annoyances compared to the impact of her continuous surveillance. If she hadn’t had more control over her expression, she knew that she’d be scowling in annoyance – both at the player before her, as well as the lack of success she’d had thus far.

"I mean, it’s not like you guys are even real people. It’s silly that we can’t interact with you…” His voice had taken on an odd tone, one which brought Morrígan’s attention back to the player, noticing as his hand had begun to move towards the sword at his belt. She followed the movement for a second, before speaking aloud for the first time since he’d appeared before her.

"Perhaps in your experience, limited as that may be in such instances, it is polite to treat people in such a mannerism as to exasperate the very vocabulary available to oneself, but where I come from it is considered polite and requisite to introduce oneself before attempting to duel them.” The man’s face froze, his eyes alighting with a sudden fraction of fear as he realised that she was not, in fact, the immobile system creation that he had thought she was. As she finished speaking, providing a curtsy that came naturally to her, she saw his form begin to back away quickly, heels slipping on the ground as he reeled back and attempted to put space between himself and Morrígan. She watched, pensive and yet with a dull stare that she’d been told seemed to strip many of their desire to exist, as the man tried to collect himself, before deciding being anywhere but here was acceptable. She considered, if only for a moment, following the man to ensure he left the area, before realising the folly in the action itself. Shaking her head instead, she turned back to the area before her, wondering exactly when the mayor would show up. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, if the information was correct.

 

Statblock   Hide contents Notes [Theme] Morrígan | Lv. 1 | P. 0 | HP [20/20] | EN [20/20] | ACC [1] | DMG [4] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] Tier 1 | Tier 1 Equipment Halberd [Polerm | Tier 1] Enhancement: Accuracy [1 Slot] Breastplate [Light Armour| Tier 1] Enhancement: Mitigation [1 Slot]  Dark Cloak [Vanity | Tier 0] Enhancement: Nil [0 Slots] Battle-Ready Inventory Starter Healer Potions {5} [Potion | Tierless | Heals 50 HP] TBD {0} [TBD | Tier 0 | TBD] Skills   Hide contents Utility Skills N/A Combat Skills Polearm [Rank:1. Active: Passive. Effect: +3 DMG] Armour Skills N/A Active Extra Skills N/A Inactive Extra Skills  N/A Combat Mastery N/A Familiar Skills N/A Estate Buffs N/A Sword Arts   Hide contents [x4] ST-I (4 EN) | A single-target sword art. [x3] AOE-I (1 + [2 * targets] EN) | AOE | A sword art that strikes multiple targets at once. [x4] TECH-A (5 EN) | STUN | A single-target sword art that stuns an enemy. Housing Buffs   Hide contents TBD [Home] TBD [TBD.]

Edited November 19, 2024 by Morrigan

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“You there!” Morrígan turned her head to the right in surprise, the voice coming from beside her in a familiar tone and pattern, one that she had heard numerous times over during her travels through the town’s streets. It was now, clearly, directed at her – and more confusingly, directing her to do something that she had already done, hours ago. She’d almost opened her mouth to respond, stopping only as her natural decorum took control, and instead she gave a soft curtsy in greeting the to man. He continued, clearly unconcerned with the natural progression of conversing, his voice carrying a tone of urgency and concern as he explained the predicament he was in. “Pardon me, I’m in need of some assistance. You look rather capable, and it would appear that I’ve made a small…error, shall we say, with regard to a trivial thing.”

As if suddenly remembering himself and his station, the man’s expression shifted from one of urgent concern, to rightful appraisal of the individual before him, before he returned her form with a bow, introducing himself in a somewhat more refined manner than he’d been speaking moments ago. “My name is Dorian, the mayor of this fine town – and I beseech you to assist me in this endeavor.”

Morrígan gave a soft tilt of her head in response, coming out of the curtsy she had held while he had spoken, waiting for his own introduction. Her voice was soft and careful, each word spoken with a measure of assurance and confidence behind it. “A pleasure to meet you, Sire Dorian. I am known as Morrígan, and I would be more than pleased to hear your troubles and proffer any assistance I might be capable and obliged to tender.”

She waited patiently as Dorian explained the mess he had set upon himself, the investment that he had placed upon an unknown individual now forgotten. Morrígan couldn’t help but wince internally – her outward expression held in a pleasant smile that bespoke of one hiding their emotions within – at the realisation that she was, essentially, hunting down the money he had lost. She knew it was nothing more than a quest created and written by a program, designed to give players something to do while they learnt the foundations of Aincrad and the world, and yet she found herself wondering who in their right mind would leave such an absentminded individual in charge of a large populace centre, let alone capable of handing out money to possible investments without appropriately recording their debts and levies.

“So, as you can see, it would be truly appreciated if you could locate the col that I had leant out, and collect it for me. Should you be able to do so, I’ll ensure you’re rewarded appropriately for the work!” He seemed to wince at the final statement, as if he knew how hollow and odd the words sounded, when he had just admitted to handing out money without a second thought. Still, Morrígan was careful to keep her pleasant smile, nodding and tilting her form slightly in an endearing manner, before accepting the quest that had populated before her in the form of a query box. To the mayor, she gave a final note of acceptance and agreement, smiling even as she began to turn away from the man. Although her expression never changed, the tone behind her words carried a small measure of contempt for the mayor. “It would be my pleasure to assist you in this challenging time…and don’t worry, I’ll ensure to return the investment amount that you had…provided graciously, to one of your populace members.”

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She departed from the mayor with their conversation concluded, heading towards the individual that she had been directed to meet with – an alchemist named Zackariah, whom the mayor was certain he had leant the money to, or at least he had stated he was certain. Morrígan had accepted the information without a change in expression, although she’d internally scowled at the idea. She had a feeling that the alchemist would be little more than a single stepping stone in what was, likely to become a long and tedious quest designed towards showing her a variety of skills.

That’s how all of these games work, naturally. Send you off to collect something, only to have you change direction in an attempt to appease and consulate those whom you were sent to see. This will be no different. At least I have no other plans today. She felt herself roll her own eyes inside her mind, the snarling tone in her mind doing more than any outward appearance could to signal her displeasure at the path she had been placed upon. She had no hatred towards the system, or the quest itself – even the mayor was little more than a nuisance in this instance. Instead, she found herself once more furious at the fact that her entire existence had been determined and handled by another individual, one who thought they knew the best way for her to live her life – to restrict her, contain her, and provide for her everything she ‘needed’.

Stopping outside of what was clearly the shop she had been sent to visit and attend, Morrígan glanced at the doorway and wrinkled her nose. Even from the exterior she could smell the variety of mixtures, chemicals and other ointments that drifted on the air towards her nose. She wanted nothing more than to turn away from the shop and head back to the inn that she had been calling home for the last while of her existence, but she knew that there would be no acceleration of her goal if she were to do so. Sighing softly to herself, she shifted her head up and back before making her way into the shop’s interior and meeting the wall of smoke that limited her vision ever so slightly, to the point that she could only just make out the outlines of various forms ahead.

“My sincerest apologies for disturbing your work, esteemed alchemist, but I have been tasked-” For the second time she found herself shifting on the spot in annoyance and frustration as her greeting was ignored, the voice from within the depths of smoke speaking in measure of greeting tinged with a frustration borne of being interrupted.

“Oh, hello. Are you here to order something? I’m sorry to say that I’m currently swamped with orders and running out of supplies.” The man’s form become clear as Morrígan stepped closer towards the figure, a long white beard prominent among the various other features that stared back at her. Although there was a pleasant and welcoming smile upon the alchemist’s face, Morrígan recognised the look in his eyes – a look that spoke to the disturbance she had caused, and one that was clearly not pleased by it. “If you would be so kind as to gather some, I could assist you further. Flowers, herbs, rare woods…anything, really, that can be used in creating a poultice or potion. They can be found outside the walls with ease. Return with those, then we can talk about getting you something made.”

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The alchemist had turned away from her without another word, appearing to dismiss her suddenly in a mannerism that Morrígan was far from used to experiencing. A part of her bristled within, agitated by the fact that she had been so easily ignored. Although she wanted nothing more than to berate the individual before her, she knew that it would do her no good – the characters within the game were inhuman, incapable of learning the proper decorum that one should hold when speaking to another; a fact that Morrígan had slowly learnt during her experiences within the world of Aincrad. She still remembered, with a measure of humility and small disgrace, the first time she had attempted to correct one of the non-player characters; the being entirely befuddled by her words, and incapable of providing anything more than pre-determined responses. It had only been through the commentary of a nearby player that she had her folly pointed out to her.

She had just begun to turn away when the alchemist’s voice rang out again. A wave of his hand caught her attention as he spoke, pointing her towards the large fountain that he was speaking of, the continuous flow of yellowed liquid familiar to her eyes. “Ah, in case you’re hungry. It should help you find things in the fields a bit easier if you’re not thinking about food.”

His final comment completed, the alchemist returned to his work in a manner that confirmed he would have nothing more to add. Morrígan considered her options, sighing before she stepped towards the display piece. A collection of breads surrounded the item, their purpose obvious even to Morrígan. Contemplating the piece for only a moment, she reached out and took a piece of bread, dipping it into the yellow liquid before taking a nibble of taste. While far from the worst thing she’d consumed within the walls of the floating castle, Morrígan found the oddly sweet and bitter taste of the item less appealing to her more refined taste buds. Perhaps not the best, but…what’s this? Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the small marker signifying the change to her statblock. She pursued her lips as she considered the notification, trying to remember what the various symbols and shorthand meant. LD…LD…that’s looting, I think? Which means…a bonus to finding things?

Confident in deduction of the information provided to her, she gave a half nod to herself before heading out of the shop and back into the town’s busy streets. A small marker had appeared on her miniature map, pointing her in the direction of her goal. Her eyes glanced out towards the wall and gate that led beyond the borders of the town’s safe zone, knowing that her destination lay out in the fields beyond. Holding back the sigh that threatened to release itself in response to the work ahead, she strode down the street towards the expanse, deciding it best to simply complete the required task and return to the alchemist as quickly as possible. This is simply a step forward in the right direction. Soon enough…well, let us focus on what needs to be done in the moment.

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Morrígan consumes the fondue.

Morrígan | Lv. 1 | P. 0 | HP [20/20] | EN [20/20] | ACC [1] | DMG [4] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] | LD [3]

 

Edited November 20, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

Her walk from the alchemist’s shop to the front gates had been quick and simple, her feet carrying her around those few NPCs and players who refused to move aside, or were entirely unaware of her presence. Morrígan couldn’t help but feel a measure of displeasure at the abrupt ways in which she had been ignored – whether intentional or not, it was simply something she was unaccustomed to in the real world. Aincrad had been a true testing area of her patience in the regards of elegance and appearances, wherein she had found herself treated like the common folk that she had often stared at in wonder and some measure of desire. It had also, thoroughly, shown her how much she disliked the idea in actuality.

I’m not asking for a carriage carrying me everywhere, or for a fanfare, but at least some recognition of my presence…is that too much to ask for? She sighed as she stepped around another body – this one a player clearly engrossed in whatever it was that they had been reading in their menu system. She felt a twitch at the side of her eyes as she kept herself from frowning at the individual who had blocked her way. She wasn’t so egotistical to think that she deserved access to the entire street without any disturbance or blockage, but she also wondered if any of the individuals had ever before been provided any sort of learnings on the decency of acting in public spaces.

Passing through the gates, she gave a slight tilt of her head towards the guard whom everyone seemed to know – or at least, who seemed to be labelled as the locally known one. She’d been told his name a few times, and yet somehow she always found herself fumbling when she was placed in a position to bring it from mind to tongue. She’d taken, as of late, to instead simply acknowledging the NPC guard’s presence, preferring to remain silent as she passed through the area and beyond.

Open fields spread towards the horizon as a soft wind blew across the area in a picturesque scene that Morrígan couldn’t help but pause to take in. She had to admit, if there was one thing that the game designers had spared no effort towards, it was the scenery of the world. Her eyes roamed over the expanse of area even as she began looking for the items that the alchemist had sent her out to find; as much taking in the view as she was being calculated in her search. Such a beautiful world. Too bad it’s entirely ruined by those people who want nothing more than to control everyone else. She scowled this time, unable to keep the expression off her face as she thought about all the different people who tried to control one another; who tried to control her, in their own way. As much as it put energy into her searching, she hated the fact that it still bothered her so much, even now.

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ID237745 | LD: 3+3=6 | Gathering Attempt | Result: Failure [1/3 attempts]

Edited November 21, 2024 by Morrigan

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Nothing caught her eye at first, although Morrígan had to admit her attempts at looking for anything of value had been sparse at best. She still aggrieved the fact that she had been directed to the task at hand by the alchemist without consideration of her desire to partake in the search. Not to mention the manner in which he had simply tasked and dismissed her, like nothing more than a common servant. The behaviour had irked her, and although she had taken time to vent the frustrations during her walk it had been clear to her that she was nowhere near free of the displeasure.

‘I need to focus on the task at hand. Aloofness and fragile anger at a fact that cannot be changed is…’ She didn’t finish the thought, falling silent as she spotted a blue and white petalled flower that stood out against the grasses around it. She reached for the flower, considering how she would pluck it from the ground without entirely destroying the piece. Her fingers wrapped around the stem even as she wondered what she would do, her fingers naturally curling inwards and grasping the item tightly. She felt as the stem snapped beneath her fingers, the entire form shattering as the percussive force seemed to echo upwards into the petals of the flower in response to her aggressive touch.

‘Well, so much for that…’ She gave a sigh as she released the empty grip that had held onto the air as she watched the piece disappear into a collection of shards before her, her efforts entirely wasted. Her eyes cast over the area once more, glancing across rows of grasses and unbecoming flora that held little to the eye in a form of value, although if Morrígan was being truthful she wasn’t entirely certain what was or was not valuable when it came to alchemy. Perhaps I should’ve enquired about what was necessary…he did give me a list, but… She shrugged to herself as she realised that there was little point in regretting her choices. Unless she was willing to walk all the way back to the alchemist’s shop – which would take far longer than simply continuing to search – she would simply have to accept the fact that she would be required to guess what could be useful to him. She did, however, make note of the realisation in order to plan better for the future.

Ah, maybe this? She knelt down beside another large flowering plant, eyeing the item in question as she considered the best way to obtain it. There had been no real instruction manual when it came to Sword Art Online – in fact, most things she knew about the game she’d learnt through engagement and practice, or trial and error in many cases – and that included simple things such as interacting with the environment. She glanced about the area, wondering if she could see anyone else at work, but gave up quickly upon confirming no other bodies nearby. Well, let’s just try this again, carefully…

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ID237756 | LD: 10+3=13 | Gathering Attempt | Result: Failure [2/3 attempts]

 

Edited November 21, 2024 by Morrigan

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Once again the piece in her fingers shattered from existence, disappearing in a glittering display of shards that sparkled in the sunlight as a reminder of her failure. At least Cardinal is celebratory, if nothing else. Letting out a soft sigh, she pushed aside the doubt that had begun to grow in her mind. She was having a bit of trouble, sure, but the quest was likely designed to show her how hard things could be, before teaching her how to do them easily and correctly.

It makes sense. It’s not like everything is going to be super easy in this world, so starting by showing you that you need to work to get good at things…isn’t that what games always do? She nodded to confirm the thought, before turning back to a patch of nearby flowers and assorted brush. The area seemed somewhat underwhelming to her, and yet she felt an odd pull towards it – as if this was the place she was going to find her success. Might as well try, least I can do!

 

Her eyes glanced over the various plants in front of her, a variety of soft reds, oranges and yellows. She could only tell they were flowers by their petals, their true nature and names entirely foreign to Morrígan’s mind. None were anything she would call overly pretty, or special, and yet she had a feeling that their appearance didn’t really matter in the end. All that matters is whether the alchemist can use it in their creations or not, right? So it doesn’t need to be anything special…I think. Although…don’t things like this usually glow in these games? She vaguely recalled seeing something like those lines in some of the social media apps she had been prone to attend, but gave a soft shrug to herself as she realised she really didn’t know for sure.

Alright, well, we’ll try this one, and if it doesn’t work then we’ll go back and ask the alchemist for some help. I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to give some tips once he realises I’m…not having the easiest time. Her plan cemented in her mind, she reached out towards the stem of the flower and grasped it carefully, taking a careful breath as she prepared herself for the movement that would snap it away – and hopefully not destroy the entire thing in the process.

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ID239107 | LD: 11+3=14 | Gathering Attempt | Result: Failure [3/3 attempts]

Edited December 20, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

The flower shattered in her fingers once more, leaving Morrígan with nothing more than a feeling of disappointment and a measure of annoyance. She had no idea what she was doing wrong, although she knew she was doing something wrong. As the shards disappeared entirely from existence, Morrígan decided that she’d had enough of the failures. Pushing herself to her feet, she turned back to the town and began the long stride back towards the alchemist’s shop. If nothing else, she was going to get some answers about why she wasn’t able to gather any of the materials he’d sent her out for – she only hoped that it was a simple fix, and not something she needed to spend time levelling up, like so many other aspects of this game-world.

A quick wave and smile towards the guard as she passed by, and Morrígan was back within the safety of the walls. Not that she had felt unsafe at any point during her small venture into the fields – she’d barely left the shadows cast by the town itself, and although she could easily have been targeted by any creature or player roaming the area, she’d never felt herself the centre of anyone’s attention. A weird feeling in and of itself, if one is feeling a measure of candor. She was rather used to being watched, either by her caretakers or those who knew who she was in the real world – a feeling that she had come to detest more than anything else that she’d encountered. Well, almost anything else. Atrocious as it is…

She’d passed another street before she came to the front of the shop where the majority of her recent frustrations had begun. A small measure of haze had swept to the exterior, slightly obscuring the shop more than it had earlier during her first visit. The change didn’t slow Morrígan’s movements in the slightest, and she pushed herself into the shop’s interior, calling out even as she entered the area. ’Apologies for the intrusion, sir, but I seem to require some assistance with the task you provided me. It would appear that I’m less than familiar with the nature of obtaining and procuring materials within this…area of the world.’

Zackariah turned at the sound of her voice, his form visible even against the soft layer of smoke that covered everything. A quick glance over her confirmed that she’d returned empty handed, and she saw his face shift slightly in response. A wave of his hand, and a soft sigh was all she received in response, before the man shifted topics faster than Morrígan could’ve expected. ’Not everything in life is a success. Well, I’ve some time now, so why don’t you tell me what you came here for originally?’

Reeling slightly from the lack of answer she was going to get, it took Morrígan a moment to respond to the query, her mind racing to catch up with what had just occurred. Although internally she may have been offput, her voice never wavered, its natural confidence and strength holding true even as she found her words. ’What I originally came here for? I was tasked by the mayor…Darian, I believe his name was? Yes, Darian. I was tasked to find some funds that he had lent out. It would appear that he has kept a less than stellar ledger of amounts owed and borrowed, and requested assistance with the task of procuring the loan’s return.’

Zackariah shook his head, the frown from earlier returning as he seemed to become somewhat agitated at the topic. ’Of course Dorian would forget to note something so important. I’m afraid to inform you that I am not the one who received the loan from the esteemed mayor. You may wish to speak with the local blacksmith, Lyle. He’s frequented the mayor’s company as of late, and has purchased a number of items that I would’ve thought to be outside his price point. Good luck.’

As if dismissing her, the alchemist turned away and returned to his work, no longer concerned with her presence. She considered, only for a moment, lashing the NPC with her thoughts on the matter, before realising the folly in the experience. There would be nothing to gain but blank stares, or empty responses in doing so – a fact that had been taught to her over her past time in Aincrad. Know when to attack, and when to retreat for the moment. She remembered the words, although where she’d learnt them she wasn’t entirely sure – not that it mattered, they were wise in the moment, and all that Morrígan needed to convince her to move on.

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The smithery wasn’t far from the alchemist’s shop, a mere collection of steps along a cobblestoned pathway brought her to the sound of hammer and anvil ringing deeply through the otherwise noisy town. Morrígan winced slightly against the noise, knowing that she was likely to get a headache later on if she stayed too long in the vicinity. Smoke billowed out from the half-walled building, heavier than the smoke that encompassed the alchemist’s shop. A small orange glow from within confirmed the forge that would be the centralised focus of the smithery, and the main cause of the heavy smoke that permeated the entire area.

Well, at least this place looks…like it may have a source of income. Promising? No. Hopefully the place where I get the mayor’s money? Yes. Another location of disappointment? Absolutely. For everything else, there’s MasterCard. Stepping into the smithery, she gave herself a moment to let her eyes adjust as the ringing of the hammer continued to sound against her ears. She had little doubt she’d come to regret that sound at a later time, and swore she would do whatever she could to avoid smiths in the future – an oath that she knew would fall short, considering her needs.

’Excuse me? I’m looking for Lyle? I was told you might be able to assist me with an on-going situation.’ She called out into the atmosphere, spotting the form of an individual in the smoke beyond. She moved slowly towards the figure, watching as the hammer rose again, pausing only at the sound of her voice cutting through the dim area.

’I’m busy.’ The words cut through the now quiet workshop, a tense tone to them that bespoke of someone annoyed at being interrupted. For a single moment, Morrígan thought the NPC would simply return to the work at their anvil. The sound of his voice, however, surprised Morrígan as he continued speaking. ’I don’t do anything without payment, which means you need to do something for me. Go deal with some of the annoying boarlets, bring back something as proof you’ve dealt with them, and then we’ll talk.’

Clearly dismissing her now, the man turned back to his work. Morrígan knew better by now than to try and re-engage the NPC, instead taking her leave and putting smoke and ring behind her as she headed towards the new marker on her mini map. She was quickly realising why people always complained about tutorial quests, as the information popped up before her to inform her of the tasks ahead.

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Leaving the smithy behind, Morrígan found herself wandering back along the pathway that had brought her to Lyle’s shop. The scenery had changed only slightly, with new NPCs and players passing by as she politely smiled and waved – only a few returning the gesture in kind. Not that Morrígan noticed. She was far too absorbed in her thoughts to consider those around her as anything more than blurred, passing faces. I need to deal with boarlets. I’ve seen those in the field…they’re not that tough. I should be able to face a couple of those…so long as nothing else comes charging in. I think I’ll be okay though. I mean, the tutorial wouldn’t send you on something that you can’t handle, right? Her mind flashed back to the broken flower in her fingertips, before a soft shake of her head cleared it away. That’s different. That was just the system showing me how hard it is to forage things. But combat…combat you can die in, and it wouldn’t want players dying right at the start. Yeah. Yeah, it wouldn’t.

Her words convinced her only in the most fictitious of beliefs. She knew the dangers that existed within Aincrad, had seen first hand how easily players had been cast aside and lost – a fact that was enshrined not only in memory, but also a stone tablet within the Town of Beginnings, which reminded those still alive of the dangers they faced every day. She also knew, however, that not believing in that little lie could hinder and cripple any chance she had of pressing into the eminence of success.

All I need to do, is locate a few of the boarlets. Break them away from their main packs or groups, or whatever you call a group of pigs, and defeat them one by one. It should be…well, feasible if I’m careful and alert. It was enough of a confirmation of her abilities to give her the courage she needed to step beyond the gates, waving at the guards as she went – I really should learn his name one of these days…Marven? Merv? Michael? – and crossing into the wildlands that extended beyond the edges of the town. A soft sigh, and she glanced around in search of her quarry, hoping to complete the task as quickly as she could and return to the smith – and hopefully, the mayor shortly thereafter.

A pair of the creatures caught her attention as she strolled through the longer grasses, her hand gliding across the ticklish flora as she passed by. The pair were well away from the rest of the boars, seemingly having separated themselves in search of better pasture. Morrígan gave a soft smile as she pulled up her menu, summoning the halberd that had been her chosen weapon, and giving it a test swing to balance the weight better. She’d spend quite some time getting used to the weapon, and although she was far from an expert with the item in question, she knew that she was more than capable in its control and movement. At least good enough to face these two, I think. Letting out a soft breath, she turned her heels slightly and ran towards the pair of boarlets, hoping to catch the two before anything else became aware of her presence, and her intention, and rushed to assist her targets.

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Combat

Morrígan | Lv. 1 | P. 0 | HP [20/20] | EN [17/20] | ACC [1] | DMG [4] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] | LD [3] | -3 EN
Boarlet 1 | HP: 5/5 | DMG: 3
Boarlet 2 | HP: 0/5 | DMG: 3

ID239128 | BD: 2+1=3 | <<AOE-I vs. Boarlet 1>> | Miss. | MOB: 2 | Miss.
ID239129 | BD: 5+1=6 | <<AOE-I vs. Boarlet 2>> | Hit: [4x3] = 12 damage | Boarlet 2 defeated.

Edited December 21, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

The halberd came down in a strong hammer blow against the boarlet to her left, smashing the thing into shards and leaving Morrígan standing in shock at the power of her strike. She’d lined up the area attack in the hopes of bringing the pair to a quick end, but was disappointed slightly as the second of the pair had leapt out of the way, noticing her shadow as it descended upon them. Still, she was more than happy with the immediate results of her attack, and pulled back just as the remaining creature lined itself up to face her.

Well, this might be easier than picking flowers! One down, three to- Her thoughts cut off as she heard the sound of something coming up behind her, barely shifting out of the way as a third boarlet rushed from the tall grasses and past her, joining its brethren as it came to a sudden halt. Morrígan shifted her weight slightly, bringing the halberd into a diagonal hold that would allow her to slash at the pair if they sudden charged forwards. Neither seemed in a rush, however, and for a few seconds she found herself staring into the dull black eyes of the creatures, waiting for them to make the first move.

Well, this is going to get me nowhere. I guess…here goes! She brought the halberd up slightly as she moved towards the pair of boarlets, bringing it into a ready position to slash across the area they had situated themselves into, hoping to end them both with a single cut. They moved in reaction to her, bringing their large forms into a slow movement, as if hoping to close the distance between them and her, even as she began her attack. I guess this is what fighting is. Seeing who moves faster, who can hit first. Well, I have the initiative and the surprise…so this should go in my favour!

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Combat

Morrígan | Lv. 1 | P. 0 | HP [18/20] | EN [16/20] | ACC [1] | DMG [4] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] | LD [3] | +1 EN | -2 HP -2 EN
Boarlet 2 | HP: 5/5 | DMG: 3
Boarlet 3 | HP: 5/5 | DMG: 3

ID239130 | BD: 3+1=4 | <<AOE-I vs. Boarlet 2>> | Miss. | MOB: 8 | Hit: [3-6] = 1 damage
ID239131 | BD: 1+1=2 | <<AOE-I vs. Boarlet 3>> | Critical Miss. | MOB: 8 | Hit: [3-6] = 1 damage

 

Edited December 21, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

Morrígan swung out as the boarlets closed in on her, her movements less fluid than she would’ve liked, and far from the expertise that she’d seen others harness in the field of battle. The blade slipped above the first boarlet, before dipping down into the ground just beside the second. She gave a small squeak of surprise as the reverberation from the impact soared up into her arms, causing her to loosen her grip slightly.

I was so close! Darn, this is so much more difficult than it looks. I…I definitely need more practice. How do people get so good at this?! She knew, in her mind, the answer to her question. Practice and determination had always taken her a long ways, in the real world. It was how she had become well-versed in a variety of skills, exceling beyond even the expectations of her parents – expectations that were far higher than any mortal should be expected to meet.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the boarlets slammed into each side of her, the impacts jarring her slightly. There was little in the way of pain – her armour more than compensated for the sudden connection of forms – but the sudden shift of her health bar caught her attention. She didn’t feel fear, such as a measure of annoyance and vexation at the idea that something so simple had managed to injure her, both physically and to her pride.

Shouldn’t these things be easy! Although…they don’t do a lot of damage, and I took one out in a single hit…so I guess it’s not that bad. I can do more damage, I just have to…hit. I can do this. I can totally do this! She shifted her grip on the halberd, readying herself to launch forward and attack the boarlets once more. All she needed to do was land a single, simple strike against them and she would be able to come out victorious. Now it’s just a fact of stamina, and determination. As long as I can endure beyond their own attacks, I can overcome this… She moved suddenly, hoping to catch the pair by surprise with a sudden leap into movement. The halberd trailed along beside her, already glowing in a soft violet glow as it soared towards its targets, a gleam similar to hunger seemingly touching the edge of Morrígan’s vision.

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Combat

Morrígan | Lv. 1 | P. 0 | HP [18/20] | EN [12/20] | ACC [1] | DMG [4] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] | LD [3] | +1 EN | -5 EN
Boarlet 2 | HP: 0/5 | DMG: 3
Boarlet 3 | HP: 0/5 | DMG: 3

ID239143 | BD: 10+1=11 | <<AOE-I vs. Boarlet 2>> | Major Critical Hit: [(4+2)x3] = 18 damage | Boarlet 2 destroyed.
ID239144 | BD: 7+1=8 | <<AOE-I vs. Boarlet 3>> | Hit: [4x3] = 12 damage | Boarlet 3 destroyed.

Edited December 22, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

The final boarlet soared into the air, shards of glittering rainbows disappearing as the final seconds of its existence ceased to exist. Morrígan paused to consider the imagery behind such an event, and the more philosophical concepts that lay hidden behind such a simple thing, before shaking her head. She had far more important things to worry about right now than the meaning of life, and all its related conceptions and inceptions.

Confirming her loot from the trio of boarlets, she turned back towards the town’s walls. Her feet carried her across the open grasslands in a pace that bespoke, visibly, her desire to be back behind the safety of the walls – or, more importantly, returned to the blacksmith’s shop and done with the quest in question. It would be nice if I never have to deface myself with the presence of these specific NPCs again. They’re far from the welcoming, cordial and gracious individuals one would expect to find at the beginning of their adventures. Most starting quests…well, I haven’t done a lot, but the NPCs there were nice enough. I think. Thinking back, she realised that she remembered very little about the games she’d played – the few and far between those had been. Once again she was reminded just how out of place she was in this world, compared to all those other players who had found themselves trapped within. It’s no wonder they’ve soared ahead. I have a lot of work before me in order to catch up with them…but I will catch up with them. Assurance, I shall.

The smoke billowed out from the smithy just as it had when she’d first arrived at the location, a sign that the blacksmith was still inside. A small blessing, if Morrígan could even count it as one. She’d heard of quests where the individuals sometimes moved around, forcing players to hunt them down alongside whatever tasks had been assigned to them. Imagine the frustration. Smirking slightly to herself, she moved into the shop and called out as she entered, her voice commanding in tone just like she’d been taught to speak when dealing with those considered lower caste than herself.

Edited December 22, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

’I’ve returned with your assignment completed. Now, let us discuss this money owed to the mayor, and how you’re aligned to repay the amounts owed.’ She produced the tusks that had been dropped by the boarlets, laying them upon the smith’s table for display. She waited, her left hand on her hip and a daring expression on her face, to see what Lyle would say to her success. The smith turned to face her, eyeing the pieces before nodding his head slightly.

’Good. I use these on the hilts of the weapons I make, they’ll come in good use.’ His eyes shifted to Morrígan, a sudden frown crossing his face as if he just realised her declaration. ’I’m afraid I cannot help you with the loan. I do not borrow money from anyone, least of all men like Dorian White.’

Morrígan felt her own facial expression shift, from one of determination and daring, to frustration – an expression that seemed to give the blacksmith pause. Almost hurriedly, he added to his thoughts, his voice rushed as he stumbled to get the words out. ’Though you might try Pete Larkin. He’s a fisher who spends all his time hauling out river monsters or some such nonsense. If anyone was going to borrow money, it would be him…without any sort of real job or work, I’m sure he claws for charity.’

Morrígan gave a partial nod for the information, before turning and heading out of the shop. She’d grown annoyed once more, not at the blacksmith in this instance, but at the fact that she was – once again – being escorted off to another portion of the quest. Just how long are these tutorials? I had better not be out here all day chasing down some stupid loan for an incompetent man made into mayor. If there was a place to submit a complaint, I would be… She shook away the thought with a groan, realising the unbecoming nature her mind had wandered in towards. She’d accepted the quest, now there was nothing to it but finalising the work to be done. Sighing slightly at her dilemma, she headed towards the docks – as likely a place to start as any, when looking for someone who handled water creatures for a living.

[Morrigan 0]

The man was easy enough to spot. Ragged, worn and sporting a white beard identical in many ways to the two previous individuals she’d been forced to deal with, Morrígan could tell almost immediately that the individual tying off the boat at the end of the dock was Pete Larkin. Her nose scrunched slightly at his appearance, knowing that his scent would likely match the homeless, low caste appearance that shifted and moved before her, a sign of someone who was unkept and wholly repellant upon every sense.

And yet, I’m forced to converse with this individual. Absurdity, is what this is…absurdity without recourse. As the commoners always say, best to get this over with…rip the bandage off wholly and all of that. Resigned to her current situation, Morrígan stepped from the spot she had come to a halt, heading towards the docks with a slowness that echoed every desire she had to be anywhere but here. Only her pure determination and will to finalise the quest kept her from turning on her heels and retreating back into the more welcoming portions of town. I had better not be required to handle any sea creatures. That will be beyond the limits, wholly beyond…

Her nose scrunched and a look of torment upon her face, Morrígan crossed the small distance towards the docks, moving down the shifting and creaking planks towards the figure with a confident, if not overly swift, pace. The NPC seemed to notice her approach, turning and beaming a smile towards her before Morrígan had even engaged the man. His voice – grating upon Morrígan’s ears in a tone that was clearly meant to be something of a mixture of southern state, and lesser education – called out as she approached. ’Mornin’! Great day fer fishin’, ain’t it?’

Biting back a retort that she knew would get her absolutely nowhere, Morrígan instead smiled politely, nodding her head in greeting before thrusting her question upon the man. ’I’ve been tasked by the mayor to retrieve amounts owed in relation to a loan provided, to which I am told, was likely to yourself. I’ve come to collect upon those owed amounts.’

The laughter that erupted from the man before her caused Morrígan a moment of discomfort, as much offput by the sound as by the sudden worry that she’d – once again – found the wrong individual. ’Ah, yer tellin’ me Dorian’s conned sumone else ta do his dirty work?’

A collection of tsking sounds came from the man, and he seemed to shake his head; although whether it was in amusement or disappointment, Morrígan couldn’t quite determine. ’Fine, fine…I’s gonna make sure he gets his owin’s, soon as ye help me finish pullin’ it out the drin-kuh.’

He waved a hand towards the small boat – if it could even be called that, the dingy halfway towards little more than scrap on water – and a smile crept across his face. Morrígan saw, with dawning horror, the collection of nets, traps and assorted items within that needed organisation and unravelling. All of which was covered in water logged guk, a surefire way of ensuring she’d be washing herself for the next six months.

[Morrigan 0]

A small squeak of protest escaped from her before she could properly contain her disgust at the task laid before her. Her eyes shifted between the mess and Pete, noticing the smile on his face that almost seemed condescending in the moment – as if he expected her to repeal herself from the required action, and return to the mayor empty handed. Absolutely not. I will not fail here. Even if it means I need to be scrubbed clean for the next year. Sticking her nose to the sky slightly, she moved towards the boat, stepping gingerly into it and pulling up the sleeves of her tunic in an attempt to keep them from being covered in the filth beneath her feet. She already knew she’d have to replace her entire collection of garments after this. If for no reason other than I’ll never get the image of the scents out of my mind. Ugh. What a waste…

Carefully threading the nets apart, she tossed each one towards the dock, allowing the fisherman the chance to organise them more appropriately as she unspun more and more of the tools used by the man. As expected, they were covered in a slime that came from time underwater, a grotesque feeling that seeped into Morrígan’s very skin – digital or not, a feeling that caused her spine to shiver slightly in response.

’If it be too much for yer, you can jus’ return tah Dorian and tell him that yer wasn’ able tah get the funds.’ Pete seemed to smirk as he watched her work, clearly noticing the disgust that was evident upon her face, and in her very movements. She glared at the man for a single moment, before tossing another of the untwisted nets upon the dock, wanting nothing more than to complete the horror in a timely fashion – the more immediate, the better. Although a part of her wanted nothing more than to walk away from the event and never return, a measure of her determination, will and stubbornness had become enthralled with proving the fisherman wrong in his assumption; completing the task would be the best way to show that she was superior to his ideology of her.

I won’t let you win over me. I’ll show you…it might be deplorable, but I will do this…if for no reason other than to prove you wrong, peasant. She glared at the man again, suddenly realising that her distaste for the task was flowing towards the individual before her. Curbing the emotions slightly, she took a deep breath. There’s no malice here. Do not return hardship with aggression of your own, it’s unbecoming of a lady of your status. The words flowed through her mind, taught to her by a caretaker that she had come to enjoy the company of during her younger years. It had come about when she’d scorned a collection of lower class children who’d had the audacity to try and torment her – an attempt that they had come to regret when she’d turned her fury upon them. The words calmed her, as they always did, and she returned to her task with a new determination – a determination to show that she was above the small, petty games. That she would complete the task without letting his actions get to her, to show that she was – in every sense – the greater of the two of them.

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 ID239147 | LD: 14+3=17 | <<Pile Search>> | Success! Treasure located!
*Ignore rolls 239148 through 239153; issue with roller and browser.
 

Edited December 22, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

Her hands bumped against something solid as she sorted through another of the nets, the wood feeling odd against her skin compared to the harsh, slightly spiky feel of the netting that she had been working through. Pulling aside a few odds and ends, she found a chest that had been caught in the collection of junk and assorted paraphernalia that came alongside. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pulled the item from the pile, dragging it onto the dock before boosting herself up and out of the vessel, feeling as the whole thing rocked violently at her movement and action.

’Ah, migh’ have sumthing there, yah. If yer can get it open, tis. Those chests can be locked tight’r than…well, tis naught to be said around yer ladyship.’ The older man seemed suddenly apprehensive, as if he’d said something that crossed a line – although what, Morrígan couldn’t say. Instead, she turned her attention back to the chest on the dock, glancing over it even as she ran her hands around the piece. She had no doubts about what it was – a treasure chest, true to form. All she needed now, was a way to get into the thing in question.

Normally you’d need a key for this, but perhaps there’s a way around it…I could just smash it to pieces with my halberd, maybe? Or…hmm…that might not work, if it’s a protected item…maybe I can just wiggle it open? The idea was so simple that Morrígan wondered if it wouldn’t work, her hands shifting to the corners of the chest and preparing to push against it slightly in an attempt to force it open.  

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 ID239157 | LD: 2 | <<Treasure Chest>> | Results: 50 col, 2 materials, Uncommon Consumables (2)

 

Edited December 22, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

A sudden laugh from the elderly man caused Morrígan to jump as the treasure chest popped open, the force of her fingers enough to break whatever limited seal had been holding it closed. She shifted her gaze to stare at him, as much threatening as it was curious. Not that he seemed to take any notice in her reaction to his behaviour, instead stepping forward and waving a hand towards the now opened piece, his amusement clear in his expression and movement.

’Looks like it popped open fer yer easy ‘nough. Ah, a gud haul too, yer should be happy! I’ve seen a lot worse come up through here.’ He shook his head before standing straight again, and glancing back towards the town. A sudden shift in his manner, the smile that had once spread across his face in amusement disappeared, replaced instead by a frown that seemed to darken everything about the fisherman’s image. Pulling a sealed letter from his shirt, he held it out towards Morrígan, before seeming to change his mind and withdraw it. She watched, in a measure of disgust and surprise, as he wiped it across a collection of day old fish, before handing it back towards her with a furrowed frown deepening his face. ’Now I t’ain’t one tah hold grudges, least not against tah ones sent on be-half of others. This should cover all the debts I owe tah mayor. And tell him I t’ain’t impressed with his conduc’ in this manner! Serves him right, fer how he treats his owers.’

Morrígan only hesitated long enough to ensure he wouldn’t withdraw the envelope once more, before gingerly snatching it away in two fingers. Quickly depositing it into her inventory, she gave a single glance at the treasure chest, before stowing away the items within as well. Standing once more, she gave a small, elegant curtsy before making her way back along the dock, speaking her goodbyes even as she hurried to leave the entire area behind. ’Thank you for your time, patience and…assistance in this endeavour. I’ll ensure to pass along your…words…to the mayor. Good day, sir.’

She didn’t wait to hear any response from the fisherman, instead making her escape as quickly as she could. Sighing softly to herself as she stepped back onto the cobblestone walkways of the roads leading through the town, Morrígan hurried back along the path, wanting nothing more than to never seen the water’s edge again. I will never be able to get this smell out of my clothing…such a waste.

[Morrigan 0]

She’d considered stopping for a change of clothing along the way, trying to convince herself that she should appear before the mayor in a clean, crisp and appropriate manner. The idea had, however, died slowly as she’d closed with a nearby tailor shop. A part of her wanted nothing more than to bring upon the mayor a measure of the torture she’d had to endure while hunting down the money that he had loaned out, without tracking or maintaining any sort of record of the action. A fact which had driven her to do things that she had never considered within her realm of requirement previously, and one which she knew she would avoid at all costs in the future.

It serves him right for placing this upon me. It’s only equal that he should suffer, to some degree, the tragedy and torture that I had to endure in completing this task on his behalf. Once I’ve completed the delivery, then I can look at perhaps procuring a new outfit…some of the col within that treasure chest should help with that, I do believe. Although I’ll have to apologise to whatever poor shopkeep has to assist…well, that’s their job. I’m sure they’re used to it, from the various drivel that comes through.

Her thoughts had continued even as her feet carried her through the town’s various twists and turns, searching for the mayor in order to complete the quest. Her eyes roamed around, looking for the familiar grey and white hair that were the clear signs of the mayor’s presence. She wasn’t quite sure where she would find him – he’d always seemed so rushed, passing through street after street in his continued task of calling players to complete the tutorial quest line.

I should just listen for his voice. I’m sure that can be heard from kilometres away… She snarled in her mind, before shaking away the emotion. It would do her no good to hold grudges, and she knew better than to even consider acting in such a manner – privately or in the presence of others. It was best to understand that some individuals simply didn’t comprehend, or adhere, to the finer conformant of decorum and behaviour. Just locate the mayor, deliver the message, and go obtain a new outfit. Then all of this will be behind you, and you can begin on more salient objectives.

[Morrigan 0]

She’d lost track of how many streets she’d turned down, travelling for nearly an hour as she meandered through the various avenues and districts that made up the large town. Passing shops that she would, normally, have stopped to view in more detail, she continued her search for the mayor – marking the locations of those shops that she absolutely knew she needed to return to at a later time for further investigation and examination. I’m going to need a more sustainable income, if I keep doing that.

Towards the finality of her journey – or at least, the journey as she’d seen it since the beginning of the quest – she spotted the mayor harassing another new looking player. Morrígan had stopped towards the end of the avenue she’d been traversing, waiting for the mayor to complete their conversation with the player, before taking a step towards him and calling out to get his attention. ’Excuse me, Mayor Dorian. A moment, if you have the time.’

The mayor shifted his gaze towards her, his expression beaming a smile that seemed both pleasant, and somehow distracted, all at the same time. His voice was quipped and carried the same mixture of pleasant greeting and rushed desire to continue upon whatever task he felt needed his immediate attention. ’Ah, hello! Have you managed to locate the debtor? It would bring my eternal gratefulness towards you if you have done so!’

Morrígan fixed the mayor with a stare that seemed to break a measure of his pleasant demeanor, making her wonder if the NPC was able to feel any measure of emotion, or if it was simply the artificial intelligence reacting in a manner that it deemed appropriate for the situation. Her voice, when she spoke, was controlled and even, although it carried a light tone of disgust that she knew the NPC would pick up without fail. ’I have, indeed, found the individual whom you had leant money to, and I’ve even gone so far as to collect upon the debt…something that you should take note of for your future endeavours.’

The mayor remained silent as he, correctly, saw the anger bubbling at the very edge of the conversation. Whether uncertain of what to say, or simply not wishing to be the target of someone’s wrath, he waited with an anxious look upon his face – not quite meeting her gaze as he shifted on the spot. Morrígan let the moment drag out only slightly, before procuring the letter and tossing it towards the mayor. The man nearly fumbled the catch, his nose wrinkling as the smell washed over him – a reaction that brought Morrígan a measure of satisfaction in the moment.

Without waiting to hear his response, she turned and began walking away, closing the congratulatory pop-up that appeared to note her completion of the quest. Sighing softly, she headed towards one of the shops she’d spotting during her wander through the town, curious at the outfits that had been on display in its front window, a glittering of purples and dark blues that had caught her eye long enough to give her momentary pause before hurrying onwards. Perhaps I’ll find something to replace this…and perhaps they’ll have a furnace nearby wherein we can burn away this stench. She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust, the smell already mostly gone to her senses even as it lingered in her mind. Either way, she was curious to see what outfits she’d be able to find.

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Thread Closure
Word Count: 9,881
EXP: 9,881/10x1x1 = 988 [Progression] + 800 [Quest] = 1,788 EXP
Col: 400 [Progression] + 50 [Treasure Chest | ID239157] + 2,000 [Quest] = 2,450 col
Materials: 2 [Treasure Chest | ID239157]
Uncommon Consumables (2) | ID239157
Zackariah’s Special Draught | Tierless Perfect HP Recovery Potion
T1 Perfect Halberd | Accuracy II | Damage I
Big Bertha Braciole | (5x) T1 Rare Vitality Consumable (Snack)