Chapter 2: New Start
Francis sat on his mattress watching his capsule whirr into life. He moved the machine into his bedroom so that everything he owned that was of importance was in the same place. After completing the Yoruzuya application form he practically tackled his capsule. Anyone standing witness would be struggling to decide on whether he was hugging the capsule or they were witnessing foreplay between man and machine.
As he waited for the start-up procedure to finish he looked back on all of the adventures he had a year ago. It all seemed so distant when he thought about it, like it happened in another life time. He remembered his days trekking through the rough virtual terrain, just to get to an unexplored dungeon or cave or tunnel. He remembered the many close calls he had with death and the frightening creatures that almost succeeded in ending his virtual life, as well as the monsters that did. He remembered friends and foes and companions. He remembered his father.
*BEEP*
A sharp high pitched sound pierced the air, clearing Francis’ thoughts, and signalling the machine was ready to be used. Francis opened the lid letting the trapped air escape and fill his nose with the familiar scent of plastic and metal. He stepped into the machine and lay down, closing the lid behind him. The hiss of air escaping the pod as the door shut reminded him of his old refrigerator, threatening to leak even more memories from his past. The nostalgic darkness enveloped his body as he lay there thinking of the amount of time he’s spent in the dark this year and not thinking of the happy life he led before.
The scan on your iris and veins has determined that you are a registered user.
Welcome back to Royal Road.
Hearing the familiar female voice again, made Francis’ heart race. Of all the feelings and memories that were related to this voice, excitement was the most common. Not long after, a skinny boy dressed in extravagant clothes stood before Francis. The boy had had eyes that were permanently droopy as if everything in life was meaningless and bored him. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and the look on his face showed that the only problems he ever faced was with his internet connection. His skinny frame practically protested against any form of exercise, the gem slathered staff he held and the golden-lined robes he wore showed his materialistic attachment.
“Pfft! Haha no way! I really did look like a noob,” Francis insulted his past self, fully knowing he hardly changed a bit.
Would you like to continue playing with this character?
“Yes.” Before he deleted his old character, Francis wanted to say goodbye one last time to his old friend, to see if any of his friends were still around, and to take a glimpse at his last adventure.
Error.
Data corrupted. Character unavailable.
Francis panicked. His long awaited reunion was going to be cut short by something he had no control over. Francis stood in despair, wondering how such a sweet voice can deliver so much despair and not show a hint of pity. Tears began to swell in his eyes.
Unable to load character, data has been corrupted. Data is cannot be retrieved.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
-‘Inconvenience? This, is an inconvenience?’- Francis erupted with emotion, feeling regret for the first time for not saying his goodbyes earlier.
Francis’ was never the most sociable child. It was a challenge for him to even talk to other people, let alone befriend them. So when he did make friends in the limitless world that is Royal Road, it genuinely made him happy. He found people who would be there to share in his joy as well as his sadness. He found comrades. Saying goodbye was the least he could do before turning over a new leaf. Now he was unable to give the people who helped him a last courtesy. He only hoped that he might run into them in-game and have adventures once again.
New avatar will receive bonus stats as compensation. You may choose stat allocation once the game begins.
-‘Huh?’-
He knew it. Even though Royal Road was built on a system that could handle most of the world’s population and boasted the greatest security, it wasn’t foolproof. Like a cleaning detergent that says ‘Kills %99.99 of bacteria’, Francis, like the unlucky few, had just experienced that %0.01 of bacteria that just won’t die. But he knew Royal Road would never let him down. Even though it wasn’t a fair trade, he decided that bonus stats at the start of the game weren’t too bad either.
Please select your avatar name.
“Fluxe.”
Select your gender from male, female or neutral.
“Male.”
Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty nine.
A list of the many races that inhabited Royal Road and the perks that came with picking them as well as their strengths and weaknesses, flashed into existence. From Elves and Dwarves to Orcs and Barbarians, they were all there.
“Human,” Francis said, shuddering as he imagined himself as being an Orc.
Would you like to alter your appearance?
“No.” Francis never thought about whether or not he was good-looking but if he went with all the compliments he got from his aunt when he was a child, then he’s have to say he’s drop dead gorgeous, even though he wasn’t.
You have created a new avatar. Your stats and class shall be determined while you are playing Royal Road.
Please select the city and kingdom you want to start in.
Francis saw more names than he remembered. The world of Royal Road had continued to grow in his absence, and it’s nowhere near stopping. He wanted to start somewhere new, someplace brimming with adventure.
“Somewhere new and filled with adventure!” he shouted hoping the AI would know just the place to take him.
You have chosen Seaford city, Fulborne Kingdom.
I hope you enjoy your game, good luck.
Little did Francis know that getting your game data corrupted wasn’t just a very rare occurrence in this day and age, but it was an almost impossible thing to happen naturally, especially for a virtual game like Royal Road. The only way in which game data from a virtual game like Royal Road would be if someone wanted it to happen. A great amount of skill and resources are required to accomplish such a thing and even then not many people in the world are capable of such a feat.
***
A bright flash blinded Francis. Whispers and faint smells began to fill the air. Whispers became shouts and smells became odours. Soon a picture of a busy market place was being painted by Francis’ sense. All he had to do was open his eyes. As he did so, and his eyes began to focus and the blurry shapes of Players sharpened. Warriors walked tall and proud, armour on their back and sword by their waist; they paraded their strength and status, from jewel encrusted swords to sticks. Rogues treaded in silence, the initiates: face hidden by a hood, basking in the glory of their new found powers, the veterans coated in black as if merged with their shadows. Newly ordained magicians ran around with robes longer than they were tall, the ones of a higher level marched with a purpose as if everything they did was of great importance. The market was busy as usual: players bartering with shopkeepers to make that sword a few silvers cheaper or to buy this shield for a bit more copper. Newbies running all over the place talking to NPC’s no doubt doing some sort of menial quest for a measly reward. It was home sweet home.
Nostalgia, excitement, anxiousness, all of these feelings clashed within Francis. He could practically taste the adventure. A smiling Francis caught the sight of a slightly chubby boy next to him. The look on his face could only be described as happiness, the sort of happiness that only wishes can bring to a person. All of that disappeared in a split second. A quick turn of the boy’s head made him face to face with Francis. And judging by the fear in the boy’s eyes and the frightened look in his face, Francis had scared him. Francis laughed. He’d never thought of himself as a scary person but evidently he was. The sound of his joy made the colour drain from the boy’s face.
“Hey don’t worry man. I’m not gonna do anything to you,” Francis smiled down at the boy.
“Y-yeah, it’s alright. It’s just that you were staring at me, and I didn’t know what I did wrong. I thought you were going to hurt me. Plus you were smiling so I thought you were a masochist and enjoy stuff like that and you’re a big guy so, you know, I was... not that I’m saying you actually like to hurt people! I just thought you were gonna give me a beating, like people usually do...” He looked up at Francis, “Ah! Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just please. Don't.”
Francis felt pity well up inside him. “No worries bro. I said I wasn’t gonna do anything,” Francis smiled, “You just reminded me of how I was when I started playing this game. Brought back some nice memories, you are new right? What’s your name?”
“Err yeah I am. I just started,” the boy stood up and brushed himself off, “I-I’m Jun, Jun Inosanto, nice to meet you.”
“Haha it’s my pleasure. Not a lot of people use their real name as their character name Jun,” Francis claimed cheerfully, “Well to make it even, I’m Francis. Keep that to yourself though!” Francis said with a wink, “Hey Jun! Let’s be friends.”
“Sure!” Jun blurted.
With his new friend in tow Francis started his new adventure. He explained the dynamics of the game, a few rules to follow and some hints and tips that should help him along the way. After their short meeting Jun decided to run some errands and raise funds for stuff he’ll need when he leaves the city walls, while Francis decided to look around the city a bit more and see what new things Royal Road had in store for him. After a promise to meet again when they could leave the city the two boys parted ways.
“If you run into any trouble just whisper me and I’ll come help you.”
“I’ll remember,” Jun said gladly, “See ya around Francis!”
Francis stood there watching his new friend disappear into the crowd. He had never thought it would be this easy to make a friend. Jun reminded him of Clark Wilson, a boy in Francis’ class when he was still trapped in the English education system. Clark was an awkward kid who always seemed nervous – he was different, and to Henry Boyd the local bully, this meant he had to be punished. Clark never had a peaceful day at school. If he wasn’t being tortured by Henry he was teased by everyone else. Francis talked to him once, and he genuinely enjoyed their conversation. Francis would always regret that he just stood by and watched it all happen. I mean you’d never think it would be your school that was on the news, for some kid hanging himself in his room one evening because the only human contact he’d experience that day was another child’s boot or knuckle. You’d never think it was your school. Francis reminded himself that there was nothing he could do for Clark now, and he might just be doing this to make himself feel better about the past, or he might enjoy Jun’s company. He didn’t know which, but what he did know was that he made a friend. Francis took a deep breath and stretched his arms, as he did so a conversation between two nearby warriors crossed his ears.
“I heard he was there for the whole four weeks.”
“No way! That’s impossible!”
“Yup, exactly what I said.”
“How can anyone beat a scarecrow for four weeks!”
“Yeah man, non-stop too.”
“Holy shit! Why would anyone do that?”
“Heard it gave stat boosts?”
“For real? Then why don’t we do that!”
“Seriously? Waste four weeks hitting scarecrows?”
“...”
“Yeah that’s what I thought.”
-‘Stat boosts eh?’-
And with that Francis marched to the Training Ground.
***
A few wrong turns and awkward conversations with strangers pointing him to the right place, Francis eventually found his way to the Training Ground. He had never been to any sort of Training Ground or Hall so he didn’t know the first place to look. No one usually goes to these places unless their trying out a new skill or lost.
After walking through the entrance all he could see were scarecrows. All of them lined up on one side of the grounds and dotted along the walls were racks of wooden training swords. Surprisingly people were actually here. Characters of different levels and classes were equipped with wooden swords and stationed by a scarecrow – beating it mercilessly as if it said something about their mothers.
“A fine sight isn’t it boy? Never seen anything like it, have you? This, my boy, is what this continent needs,” a barbarian towered above Francis. His scarred Herculean arms crossed against his worn black leather breastplate. A long dark brown curl escaped his ponytail and ran to the corner of his chin. A distant look occupied his eyes. A slight smile danced on his lips. It was the look of a content man satisfied with his life.
“Looks like an anger management class that use wooden swords instead of words to express themselves,” Francis thought out loud. He had never felt uncomfortable around NPC’s. It was probably because he’s spent more time around the than real people.
“Forgive me stranger, but your speech is unfamiliar to me. I am the Instructor of this place, do you need my assistance?” The instructor looked down at Francis with an inquisitive look, “are you perhaps an admirer of the Long blade?”
“Ah sorry, I’m not big fan of swinging big-ass swords around. Not really my style.”
“Worry not young traveller! I’m sure we can accommodate your fighting needs here at the Seaford City Training Ground, the second largest training area on the Kanluran Continent!” The Instructors voice echoed as he ended his sentence.
-‘So this is what it would sound like if a less persuasive Billy Mays was reincarnated as game character. Sick Unicorn bastards.’- Francis smiled at the thought.
“I’m better with knives actually. Got any?”
“I’m sorry stranger we do not specialise in the way of the daggers here,” the instructor replied with a genuinely disappointed look, “however you may check the chest behind the scarecrows. Adventurers such as you sometimes leave weapons that are of no use to them in there.”
“Alright, thanks.”
The chest was hidden (well not really hidden, it was more like they didn’t know where else to put it) behind a few lonely scarecrows. It was covered in a thick layer of dust and smelt like it had died. With low expectations, Francis opened the chest. After a coughing fit, which surprised Francis – virtual games think of everything – and the disappearance of a dust cloud, the chest revealed scrap. As in scrap metal.
-‘No wonder no one’s ever looted it.’-
After searching through heaps of rust-eaten, jagged, blunt-edged metallic objects, Francis had managed to find something that could recognised as a weapon, although just barely.
Rusty Knife
Durability: 5/30
Damage: 1 – 5
A once useful knife, worn away by the elements.
Pocketing the rusty knife, Francis kept looking. After a few more minutes and the realisation that two rusty knives were enough for him he set out to find a scarecrow. Equipping the two knives Francis began to practice the Eskrima techniques he had learnt once upon a time.
Wielding two weapons were very popular when Francis started to play Royal Road, it looked awesome and it felt awesome just to do it, but eventually people found out that’s all it was. No classes were discovered, nor were there any bonuses from using two blades. It was discovered that eventually the additional speed and damage that came with using two swords was compensated for by the class bonuses warriors and similar classes gave you. Soon everyone gave up on looking good, and instead inflating their stats.
*CLANG**T-TING* *THUD*
The durability of Rusty Knife has fallen to zero. Weapon is now unusable.
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The durability of Rusty Knife has fallen to zero. Weapon is now unusable.
-‘Phew, it’s been a while since I’ve had a good sweat,’-
The last of the rusty knives broke in succession, unable to cope with Francis’ complex techniques. Having raised no stats Francis decided he’d give up such a barbaric training method. He left the broken knives on the floor and made for the entrance.
“Hail stranger! Why do you retire in such a short time?” the Instructor called after Francis, “Are you dissatisfied with our services? Or do you lack the determination of these adventurers?” He gestured at the Scarecrow disembowelment team.
“My knives broke. I’m gonna look for better ones. You know a place I can go?”
“Rusted they may be, but they are not weak enough to break in the hands of a greenhorn, even if they’re against a scarecrow!” The instructor puzzled as to how this might’ve happened, “You must be strong stranger! I am disappointed you will not take up practice with a long blade, you have such potential. But if it is the way of the short blade you wish to follow, I suggest you venture to the Rogue’s place! There are many who can help you there.”
After being given directions he bid farewell to the instructor, he wondered how strong he had become. He thought of how easily those knives broke in his hands.
-‘Well he did say they don't break that easily, I guess I am pretty strong!’- Francis laughed at the absurdity of his strength, -‘Hahahahaha... wait... maybe that's it!’-
“Stats!”
Status WindowNameFluxeTypeNeutralLevel01ClassNoneTitleNoneFame0Health100Mana100Strength15Agility15Vitality15Wisdom15Inteligence15Luck15Leadership15Offense5Defence5Magical Resistance0
“Holy crap... Five stats!”Francis couldn’t take his eyes away from the small pop-up in front of him, “Are they being serious? After they lose a character that took days and days of grinding and sleepless nights from doing quests to become strong, this is all I get?” Francis’ disbelief turned into anger, “Unicorn bastards.”
After a moment of raging in silence and a quiet prayer, hoping that all Unicorn employees responsible for this end up with bird faeces on their shoulder by the end of the day, Francis made his way to the Rogue’s guild.
***
After years of countless wars, disputes over land and rights of ownership, the Kanluran continent has separated into four different Quarters: North, East, South and West. While the continent has reached a point of stability compared to the blood-shed exhibited in the past, various conflicts still occur between neighbouring countries in their respective Quarters. The Fulborne Kingdom itself is fairly new and thanks to aggressive military expansion and slave labour, in the past, it now dominates two thirds of the Eastern Quarter with no major threats, an amazing achievement by the Fulborne Monarch in just three-hundred years.
As well as the Fulborne Kingdom, there are currently three other countries in the Eastern Quarter: the Vallentin Republic, the Independent State of Canys and the Langbourg Kingdom. The three most popular guilds in the kingdom would usually be found in the town square of each city. In the case of the Fulborne Kingdom, the most popular guilds consist of the Magicians Guild, the Warriors Guild and the Rogues Guild and therefore those guilds will be found in the town square of each city in the kingdom. Seaford City is based on the south-eastern coast of the continent and is one of the larger cities in the Eastern Quarter, starting out as a small fishing village and eventually becoming a popular metropolis; it houses tournaments of all kinds, from jousting to pie-eating as well as the largest free market in the Fulborne Kingdom. Seaford City’s current guardian, Lord Byron is renowned as a skilled military officer and has won many battles at sea; earning him the title Keeper of the Coast.
***
After another round of getting lost again and again, taking even more wrong turns and a few more awkward conversations with strangers to ask for directions only to walk in the opposite way of where he was told to go, Francis pushed past the last crowd of gamers to find himself in front of the town square.
-‘Finally!’- Francis sighed in relief.
It was a beautiful sight. Stone bricks tessellated to cover the entire area of the floor, and eventually circling around a gargantuan seven-tiered fountain that stood as tall as a house and was topped with a small statue Francis couldn’t make out. In-game couples walked in pairs or sat on the many benches dotted around the fountain, as the crashed droplets would catch the sun’s rays and miniature rainbows would break out here and there. Oh it was beautiful.
-‘Ah the freaking fountain’s in the way’- Francis thought to himself annoyed.
Francis made his way to the Rogues Guild which was, apparently, just past the fountain. As he got closer to the centre of the square he noticed a spiral tower on his far right, layered with huge stone windows from top to bottom. A single wooden door sat on top of an array of stone steps and above the door was a Caduceus carved in the stone, the snakes on either side of the staff would curl around it and each other while flicking their tongues, their beady eyes locked in a trance. It was a tower that practically oozed of the black arts – the Magicians guild.
He immediately turned to his left and scanned the area to look for another building. A gold and marble barn-like mansion stood out from the rest of the buildings like a watermelon among apples. A set of giant swing doors made from steel were swung open slightly, the ring knockers hung off the mouth of beasts: a wolf’s jaws on one and a bear’s teeth on the other. A silver statue of a growling bear half the size of the door stood on one side and a similarly large marble statue of a snarling wolf stood opposite, both of which were facing towards the centre of the square and Francis. It was a hall that exuded of intimidation –the Warriors Guild.
Francis soon lost sight of both buildings as he walked further past the fountain. Francis kept walking until he found himself in an area full of run down pubs and derelict buildings, finally admitting that he’d gotten himself lost again, he looked around for some help. An absentminded guard stood not too far away in front of the largest dirty building within the vicinity.
“Hello,” Francis spoke to the guard.
“You alright mate? You need anythin’?”
“Can you point the way to the the Rogues Guild for me?”
“You sure you’re okay?” the guard chuckled.
“...”Francis wondered if it was possible for NPC's to troll players.
-‘Maybe he didn’t hear me properly’- Francis assumed.
“Where’s the Rogues Guild?” Francis repeated.
“You’re not making any sense kid,” the guard laughed.
-‘This guy... does he want a headbutt that badly? Is he deaf? A glitch maybe?’- Francis thought, beginning to get annoyed.
“WHE-RE I-S TH-E RO-GUES GUI-LD?” This time Francis made sure to say his words slowly and clearly to help the poor guard.
“Ha...”the guard stopped laughing, “oh, you were serious?”
Francis gave a sharp nod.
“Well kid, look no further! Let me present the Rogues Guild!” he gladly raised his voice, “Tada!” The guard stepped aside and used his arms to point at the building he was guarding, “There’s a sign right there mate!”
“...”
-‘What the...’-
As Francis took a closer look, a large dusty wooden plank was nailed across the front of the building; in faded red paint it read “Rogues Guild.” The building itself mimicked the style of an old western saloon, one that had been abandoned years ago, which was now occupied by squatters. Above the door way a carving of two knives crossing each other with their bladed tips pointing downwards, the handle of the left knife had a fashioned ram’s head on it’s end while on the end of the right knife’s handle, an opened mouthed snakes head was carved.
All of a sudden a raggedy man, unshaved and unwashed, wearing a dirty poncho, burst from the entrance.
“What’s with all the commotion huh? Don't the slums know the word quiet anymore?” the raggedy man shouted into thin air, “Guard! What’s the meaning of this? You get paid to stand there and scare unwanted people away! Not to wake me up! It’s like you’re asking for a beating!”
“Sorry sir!”
“You better be you little...” the raggedy man looked towards Francis, “And who are you then?”
“I just wanted to see some knives,” Francis spoke morosely.
“No way... a customer?" The man beamed, "Come inside! Come in, welcome to the Rogues Guild!”
Francis followed the man inside.
“I’m Drait, by the way. I run the Rogues Guild here in Seaford. Sorry about earlier we don't get many people coming through that way so I usually sleep around there,” Drait explained, “so what kind of knives are you looking for?”
“Sharp ones.”
“Ah, simplistic, I like that.”
Inside the building was unlike its outer appearance. Francis gaped at the interior of the place. Leather seats, animal rugs, a bar (equipped with a fully functioning bartender), weapons hung from the walls.
-‘Is this really the same building?’- Francis had to ask himself whether or not he believed what he was seeing.
“Hahaha!” Drait laughed, “Can’t believe what you’re seeing, can ya?” he said with a grin, “As I said normally we don't get people coming from the back entrance anymore, we used that when we were still an up and coming guild that recruited using posters and picket signs. You see, nowadays nearly all of the recruits teleport here straight from the Intelligence guild. We’re not as poor as you think boy.”
-Aw crap! Why didn’t I do that? Wasted a lot of time-
Drait led Francis down a spiral staircase into the deeper levels of the guild. As they walked Francis began to hear faint noises. The further down they got the louder the noises became. Eventually he could hear echoes, the sound of steel clashing against each other became apparent, and he could hear the whistling of something cutting the air and finally the heavy breathing of players began to reach his ears.
They walked through the entrance of the basement and Francis could finally see the source of all that noise. The basement resembled the Seaford City Training Ground only with fewer scarecrows. He could tell most of the Rogue’s were new since they still wore their Novice Hoods, a piece of equipment given to them after joining the guild. Players were lined up behind some sort of shooting range holding bows of different shapes and sizes, Francis saw a player string an arrow as thick as his arm onto a bow as long as he was tall and release it into the air. A high-pitched whistle pierced the noise in the basement ever so slightly, and even though Francis couldn’t see it, he heard the arrow crash into its target and probably rip it into splinters.
-‘Doubt I can get used to that after all of the triggers I’ve pulled.’-
Across the room from the shooting range were a number of rogues either paired with each other or with a practice dummy the size of a human. Each of them also carried a specific type of weapon – knives. Francis could see a variety of different knives being used: straight edged, curved, and serrated and many others he had never seen before. Some players even carried two knives just like Francis, while others carried one knife traditionally. Sparks came and went as hooded figures clashed here and there, the sound of panting creating a rhythm amongst the chaos.
“See anything you like kid?”
“Uh-huh”
“Well joining the Rogues Guild does get you a lot of perks, anything you buy from us is cheaper than if you bought it elsewhere, and we give you free stuff until you can do things yourself, and we’ll teach you ways to kill monsters and people if you’re into that kind of thing. So how ‘bout it, would you like to learn the ways of the Rogue?”
*Trring!*
Class Change!
You can now convert to a class: Rogue. If you accept, you will be able to learn skills limited to this class and any available class advancements.
Do you want to become a Rogue?
“I’ll think about it.”
You have declined the class change offer.
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“Well whatever floats your boat kid. If you’re looking for knives talk to that guy, if you need anything don't be shy just ask.”
Drait pointed to a man with a pointy nose, lean eyes hidden behind half-moon spectacle and long black hair with grey streaks in a pony-tail that went halfway down his back. He sat behind a desk with his feet on the table, reading a book. Francis did as he was told and walked towards him.
“Excuse me,” Francis began timidly
“Mmm?” The man replied, not looking away from his book with a look of disinterest glued to his face.
“I’m looking for a couple of knives to use.”
“Yeah sure we got that, two silvers please. If you’re available for a guild discount it’ll be half-price.”
-‘Crap I’m broke,’- Francis cursed.
“Have you got any you’re throwing away?” Francis asked.
“Huh? No we don't, if you don't have any money then scram,” A look of annoyance rippling across his features.
-‘Why this rude little...’- But before Francis could start assaulting the laid-back clerk with his bare fist, a deep voice boomed behind him.
“Don't worry kid, I got this,” One silver coin came from behind and towards the clerk, a quick flick of his wrist and the clerk palmed the coin and put it in his pocket.
“Nothing, good ever comes from charity. You should know that by now Clay,” A hint of content in his voice as he pocketed the coin and handed the knives over.
“You should try being nice every now and then, Spencer. Who knows, you might even find it fun and we’ll finally get to see that smile eh?” Clay spoke with a cheeky grin as he took the knives off him.
“Twat,” And with that he returned to his book.
“Don’t mind him kid, he’s a real softie on the inside,” Clay said as he gave the knives to Francis.
-‘Doubt it. Looks like scum to me.’- Francis thought, as he accepted the gift.
“It’s alright. Thank you,” Now that Francis was finally facing him, he could see that Clay was player who was quite a few levels above Francis and had a higher rank than Novice within the Guild since he had a different coloured hood on his shoulders.
“What brings you here anyway? Not here to join up, are you?”
“Nope, just for these,” Francis held up his new weapons.
“Oh, okay. Anyways gotta go kid! See ya around!” Clay left as left as quickly as he appeared.
"Item Stat Window!"
Steel Knife
Durability: 35/35
Damage: 5-9
A sturdy knife that’s useful for everyday use. Part of Rogues Guild Starter Kit.
-‘Finally something that won’t break after a few swings’- Francis smiled to himself. Done with his business, Francis headed for the entrance where Old man Drait stood.
“Sure you don't want to be a Rogue? I can teach you how to be really fast with those knives.”
Class change!
Become a Rogue?
“Don't worry old man, I’m already pretty fast,”
You have declined the class change offer.
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After deciding being a rogue wasn’t for him, Francis left with his new knives.