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if it weren't for the sparse patches of grass, this hardly lush field would seem more like a desert. A small creek runs through the map, possibly the only thing giving life to the tediously placed vegetation encompassing it. The sound of it trickling can be heard all over, even in the echo of the fallen ruins scattered about in curious heaps of what may have been. While dry, the zone in temperate and is home to many low-level wood monsters.

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Needless to say, the skill-intensive ginger had exhausted her resources quickly while getting in some grinding action. She was glad there seemed to be hardly anyone around this particular field to bother her progression with chit-chat or party requests. She enjoyed the time alone, just playing the game as she wanted and not having to wait around for someone to get their shit together so she could get a level.

And there went her last potion to refill her mana-pool. She'd have to go back and buy more, but she wanted to deplete her sources before she went back into the town to sqaunder her gold on frivolously necessary things. The female sighed into her mic, an audible grunt as she stretched back into her comfort-zone. And what was that? Possibly a whispered cuss that fluttered off her pretty lips~?

Alison was getting kinda bored playing on her own, maybe later she would try to find someone on the BBS looking for a party or something. She wasn't certain, but she did know she wanted to level-up before the day was over. In the very least, rack up enough EXP to be near 90%. That would be good... good thing she came somewhere were the spawns were generally easy and didn't suck the life outta her. Problem was, they didn't give much EXP, either.

[seradin]

What the fuck.

This certainly wasn't what he thought it would be. The blonde wavemaster strolled across the fields to see others engaged with mobs everywhere. But he definitely couldn't see any potential in the small woodlike figures that ran about. And by potential, the young character meant danger. He wondered how many experience points he could've gained against the cherubic little creatures. So inquisitively, he slapped one of them little monsters right in the face with his spear. The little brown furball rolled backwards with his mouth agape, certainly aggroed to the wavemaster. A hint of astonishment and insult rolled on his face noticing the light cloth and staff of his attacker. Did a mage really have the audacity to come into close range and strike him like that?

Insulted to a certain degree, the little brown monster scampered forward before using it's tiny legs to vault forward. Ineffectively, his teeth bit into the defending arm of the mage causing damage that was minor. With a heavy swipe of his arm the once fastened teeth would open and the butterball would find himself tossed a few yards away. Still, his fighting spirit didn't diminish a bit as he hobbled forward for round two. This time another heavy strike with his staff would've stunned the creature before Seradin raised the black weapon and struck him directly on the noggin. Dazed, the beast would faint in defeat as his body and data vaporized right before the wavemaster's eyes. Seradin was utterly right. These mobs were more of pests than actual dangers. He needed to venture further to those that were more dangerous.

Reasonably, he clung to the black road that would take him further only to see a twinblade woman finishing combat. She didn't seem as if she was vacant in any mana skills but did seem somewhat lacking in health and vigor.

"Repth."

As the words were spoken his staff aimed directly at her sending out a homing greenish wave of energy. If it made contact it would imbue her with a sensible amount of health. Hopefully it would lower any fatigue that had collected while she had been fighting in this zone.

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It slowly began to occur to the thick-headed ginger that perhaps these low-level mobs weren't worth her time. However, she was too precarious to readily adventure out on her own to find even-matched battles. The more she thought on it, the more resolute she was to find a party... there were a few people, not very many, but enough that perhaps one of them would be interested in teaming up with her. She chuckled at the thought of using her womanly charm to coax someone into it, never having thought of herself as so egotistical.

She really wanted that level, and her previous endeavors added up to make her a little cocky. Carelessly, she activated a slew of portals that spawned copious amounts of adorable wood elements that would stand no chance against her fire-based skills. One by one, they fell to her might (which wasn't really saying much) and with mana depleted she didn't have the necessity to heal. It was a troubling factor, considering she wasn't ready to head back into town already. That level was so close on the horizon!

After pensive thought, she recklessly chose to push on. Venture, the feeble twinblade, panted from exhaustion, but had to continue on the hope that once she leveled her pools would be replishened, anyway. Her HP was getting dangerously low now that she couldn't destroy the spawns with just a few hits with her skills. And she couldn't heal, since she'd used up all her MP. The woman behind the character groaned with frustration. She was going to have to go back into town... but just as she was about to teleport, a helpful strange brought life back to her weary Venture.

"Ah, thanks!" She gave the stranger a friendly thumb's up. And then it occurred to her, maybe this guy wouldn't mind teaming up. After all, he seemed friendly enough and his character wasn't too bad on the eyes. The girl tilted her camera to get a good 360-view with a risen brow. "Hey, so... you busy?" She trotted closer to him, a naive player that was all too trusting of someone that seemed capable of aiding in her quest.