An invisible force pulled Alburet around so he could see a person clad in dark robes with silver filigree standing a few feet away from him. Finding himself able to speak Alburet replied, “To civilization, I had hoped. I don't know who you are or what’s going on, but at this point I was just hoping to get out.”
The only part of the man Alburet could see was the pale chin and dark goatee as the mage spoke on. “So freedom is your only goal then?”
“Pretty much was the only one I had since I woke up,” Alburet replied, wondering why the dev team would put this kind of event in here.
“I am willing to let you go and will even send you to a city if you can give me anything of value to make up for all the damage you’ve caused me,” The man smirked, clearly figuring Alburet had nothing of value.
“I would kind of need to be able to move,” Alburet said, at which point the debuff vanished. “Thanks,” Alburet muttered and pulled two items he had that might be worth anything, the books, out of his bag. “Either of these catch your eye?”
The man paused, cocking his head to the side, a smile forming on his lips. “I've been looking for that tome for some time now. To think it was held in the intake wing. Yes, I will take the slim tome in your right hand, just toss it to me please.”
Alburet gently underhanded the book spine first to the dark clothed man. “Glad to do business with you. So, about me leaving?”
The man flipped the book open and began to laugh the crazed laugh of the truly demented and Alburet suddenly had a bad feeling about what he had done. “Enjoy the world while you can, it will be ending sooner than you think.” The man snapped his fingers and a wave of blackness enveloped Alburet.
In the darkness multiple notifications popped up before his eyes. Alburet read through them, shaking his head, the last one made him sigh. “Fucking devs, going to pin whatever happens on me, I just know it.”
Quest Completed: Escape the Forgotten Prison.
Receive: Two Thousand XP.
Quest Completed: Find a person who wants the eldritch book.
Receive: Twenty Thousand XP.
Congratulations on completing your tutorial. You are now being transferred to the regular starting city for humans.
You have achieved multiple levels would you like to adjust your stats before you appear?
Alburet declined, he wanted to find a trainer before he added more numbers to himself. He felt a trainer would be able to give him a better understanding of how he should build himself. He shook his head over the fact he had just jumped from level three to level six.
The darkness vanished and he found himself standing before a massive stone wall. Fifty feet away were gates standing wide open, large enough for four wagons abreast, with four guards standing watch. As he took in the sight one of the guards turned to him, drawing his sword.
“Summoner, you are not allowed to have your minions present while in the city,” The guard said firmly, standing his ground and holding the sword ready.
“Bob, I think you should go for a bit.” Alburet said, eyeing the level 80 guard.
Nodding, Bob vanished in a puff of smoke. As the imp vanished the guard sheathed his sword, “Remember not to summon them inside the walls or you will end up in the stockades.”
Alburet nodded once and stepped over to the guard cautiously, “A question if I may, sir. Where can I find others of my kind?”
The guard sneered, “Filth like you is in the gutter. Move along before I arrest you for causing a disturbance.”
Blinking, Alburet walked into the city marveling at the degree of animosity the guard had shown just because he was a Summoner. The standard capital city stretched out all around him. Buildings of white stone stood gleaming in the sunlight with cobblestone streets and street signs at each corner.
“Maybe someone else can direct me to where Summoners hang out,” Alburet said softly as he walked down the main road.
Alburet
Human Summoner
Level 6
Strength: 5
Agility: 5
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 20
15 points to distribute
Health: 450
Mana: 450
Spells:
Demon Skin (Rank 2)
Demonic Retribution
Summon Least Imp
Fire Blast
Abilities:
None
1 Ability to train; see your trainer
Stormguard
As he walked down the street he noted the lack of names, status bars or anything similar over the heads of those moving around on the street. He focused on a small child to get targeting info, William McDonald level 1, 60/60 health. There was nothing to indicate whether the child was a player or NPC though, which he found a little odd. Stopping next to a wall, Alburet leaned against it and watched the street for a bit. Among the people walking he could see people running as well, chuckling he realized these were probably players because no one walked in games. He focused on one of the runners, ArticBreath level 3, 200/200 health. Alburet laughed, knowing that had to be a player. No NPC in any game he’d ever heard of would have a name like that. He targeted a few more people and came to understand how to easily tell the difference. NPC’s had surnames while players only had a first name or two names smashed together with no space between them.
Shaking his head he pushed off the wall and started walking again, no need to run since he had all the time he could possibly want after all. As he walked he noticed some people giving him distasteful looks and wondered why. He ducked his head down thinking and scratched his chin, as he did he noticed his hand. The leathery, reddish skin forced him to sigh. He wondered how to remove a buff early and a pop-up appeared asking if he wanted to remove his Demon Skin, with his acceptance his skin reverted to normal. After a few more blocks he noticed that he’d stopped getting looks from people. With another sigh he wondered where he needed to go to find a trainer, more so since his class clearly wasn’t loved in town.
He paused again, thinking about his options, when he noticed a young man sidling up behind an old woman in a very smooth manner. Narrowing his eyes, Alburet watched the thief deftly reach out and cut the strings tying a small purse to her belt. The thief took the purse and spun on his heel, walking towards Alburet while moving away from his victim. Shaking his head, Alburet waited where he was as the thief approached his position. Just then the woman started to swear like a sailor as she realized her purse had been stolen. Alburet let the thief go by before spinning and grabbing him in a rear naked choke, slamming the thief into the nearby wall.
“Lady, over here,” Alburet called out loudly as the thief dropped the coin purse and tried to break the hold. People on the street were looking over, but giving Alburet and his captive plenty of room. The woman strode over, her eyes flashing. A moment later a whistle shrilled from the other direction and two guards came running up. The thief had stopped struggling, passing out from the choke hold, so Alburet eased the unconscious man to the ground.