Property Tax:
Basic Tax Rate (Epic): 5 Gold/year
Age of Building: 873 Years
Unclaimed Years: 736 Years
Paid taxes (Claimed): 685 Gold (137 years * 5 Gold)
Paid Taxes (Unclaimed): 0 Gold (736 years * (5 Gold * .25)
Owed Taxes (Unclaimed): 920 Gold
ENS Tax (Elimination of Nomad Status): 41.5
Breakdown (Years spent as Nomad ((Base*.25) + 10 Gold (one-time-fee))
Total Taxes Owed: 946 Gold and 25 Silver
Insufficient Funds! You have 30 days to pay off Taxes or risk forfeiture of property and jail time.
“What the fuck did you make me do?” Alistair shouted.
[I forgot about taxes. To be fair, I never had to worry about taxes, so in all fairness, how was I supposed to think about that?] Myst said, sounding apologetic, with an undertone of humor.
“Because you are supposed to know everything about the world, to help me navigate through this place, not send me to jail…” Alistair said starting to pace. “How do I even pay taxes, how do I make money, there is no sign of civilization, and even if I were to find it, within 30 days, how do I make 946 fucking Gold?”
[And 25 silver…] Myst added with too much amusement for Alistair to handle at the moment.
“Time… And… Place…” Alistair reminded Myst. “Seriously, you are stuck with me, and if I go to jail, so will you. Do you want to spend your first year being able to experience the world to be the inside of a jail cell?”
[Calm down, we just need to make some money. The System will automatically deduct it from your balance when you get it and confirm you want to pay it.] Myst said.
“Just make money… out here, in a forest, filled with monsters?” Alistair asked, “They carry little coin purses do they?” The mental image of killing another chimera and a children’s coin purse dropping from the loot was suddenly flashing in his mind. That made him chuckle.
[Ha, no, but some can drop gold, but not nearly at the rate we need. We either need to choose one of these pieces here or craft our own and find a place to sell them or level up while we look for and conquer a Dungeon.
“A Dungeon?” Alistair asked, quickly remembering what Mother said about the treasures they held. “Aren’t those dungeons extremely dangerous, and get more and more dangerous the longer they don’t get conquered?”
[Yes, but those Dungeons are only staying unconquered because the adventurers have grown weak, have low mana pools, and stopped trying.] Myst said.
“Yes, but even on Earth in video games, Dungeons were difficult even with a full party. how are we going to conquer one by ourselves?” Alistair asked.
[First off, we should worry about leveling. Secondly were need to find a dungeon, but the best case scenario is we find a town to sell goods while we level that way we can try and find others to accompany us in the Dungeons while taking care of that pesky tax problem.] Myst finished.
Alistair let out a long sigh… Alright, let's see what we have in here to help us survive out there then. Alistair said while taking another sweep around the tree house.
“This place is definitely bigger on the inside…” Alistair stated while walking over to another intricately carved door. “At first I thought it was just me, but now I am certain of it.”
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[Yes, this is indeed bigger than the outside would allow you to believe, but much are the houses here in Riftor.] Myst explained. [Many houses here are enchanted by the system after the construction of the building is completed and claimed.] Myst said. [Some believe that during the claiming process, the house is then blessed by Mother herself. The more care that is put into building the home the more Mother blesses it. While others believe that it is a measure of the person's faith that dictates how much the house is blessed.] Myst finished.
What do you mean by how much a house is blessed? Alistair asked.
[Oh I thought that was obvious, it's meant to be that the more a house is blessed the more space you will have inside it.] Myst said as Alistair opened the door he was walking to.
To Alistair’s surprise, it was a staircase leading down. he reached the bottom of the stairwell and opened the door at the bottom. It was a workshop of sorts. There was paper, or what felt as close to paper as you might find in another world. There were unfinished bows and staffs, in varying stages of development. He looked around and found no finished bow or staff. Shit!
Alistair began looking closer at the various things around him and discovered more intricately carved furniture. A desk, a workbench, some chairs, and an archery target with a few arrows sticking in it. He carefully plucked out the arrows and looked around, vaguely remembering he saw what looked like a quiver and found it slung over one of the chairs on the other side of the room. He walked over, inserted the arrows, and inspected it.
Quiver (Common) 6/45 Arrows.
Sweet, Alistair said, and swung it over his shoulder. He then saw a second door next to the door he entered the room and walked over and opened it. Another Stairwell. How far down does this go, and if there is a door that I could have just entered at the bottom of the tree, I’m gonna lose it…
Alistair stood at the entrance to the next floor down and just took it all in. As soon as he opened the door a few minutes ago his jaw dropped. All around the room were weapons of different types. Swords, axes, daggers, bows, throwing knives, shields, and even wicked-looking staffs. This room was a bit smaller than the previous two levels, but again, the furniture was all intricately shaped, as well as the weapons it seems. All the weapons had markings on them, mostly on the wood but some were etched in the metal that seems to twinkle as the light hit it.
[Fuck me, Alistair, do you know what this is?] Myst asked, but before Alistair could answer he carried on. [Of course you don’t so I’ll tell you. this is an old Elven outpost. I’ve only seen a few of these before, but they look like normal ordinary homes until you go further in and they usually housed a company of men, usually around sixty. This must have been the Armory. What’s in that side room there?] Myst asked, highlighting a door that looked to be well hidden that it was a door due to the intricacies of the carvings around it blending so well with those of the walls.
Oh wow, I didn’t even see that door. How did you do that? Alistair asked.
[Really? I can import feelings and sensations, and even show you an overlay that you can fully customize, but you are amazed about a simple highlight?] Myst asked while Alistair headed for the door, looking around trying to take a first glance at everything that was around.
He inspected one of the more enticing staves he could see on his way over to the door.
Staff of Night (Weapon) (Two-Handed)
Required level: 5
Quality: Uncommon
Damage (Type): 12-18 (Physical)
Damage (Type): 18-22 (Magic) (Dark)
An intricate staff crafted from a branch of a dead elder tree at midnight. Shaped for optimal balance and toughness before being infused by Dark Magic.
Finally, a worthy staff for the mighty stick wielder, Too bad you about that pesky level requirement.
Alistair sighed as he heard Myst snicker in his head. Fuck Off…
Alistair opened the door. Clothes! Fucking… Clothes…. Finally, I don’t have to walk around naked anymore.
[Trust me, the critters in the forest and I are going to be so much happier now.] Myst jabbed. [I’m even willing to bet that’s how you were able to dispatch that chimera so quickly. Do Earth's cats get distracted easily by dangling objects too?]
Ouch, Alistair thought. Wait, since you are stuck inside me, and you can feel through my extremities, doesn’t that mean it’s yours as well? Alistair thought, trying to turn it back around.
[I see what you are trying to do, but your logic is flawed, think of me as a permanent parasite that is more useful to you than your own brain.] Myst said before adding, [especially yours…]
First off, at least I have a “package,” and secondly we will see how useful it is when I meet a nice lady here… If I meet a nice lady that is…
[Hmm, I always wondered why couples performed that type of ritual so often with seeming benefits, other than physical exercise and mating purposes.] Myst said. [It would be nice to know why exactly, seeing as I have witnessed even the smartest of people both men and women cast logic and reason out the window for just 5 to 15 minutes of exercise.]
Ha, Virgin… Alistair jabbed back.
Alistair could feel Myst getting a bit irritated and flustered, so he began looking around the room, trying to decide what to wear. Or rather what he could wear. These clothes are too big. Alistair thought. How big are Elves?
[Armor… and yes they are, the average elf stands about seven feet tall. Looks like we will have to get you to learn shaping so that you can alter them then.] Myst said.
Awesome.