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Studying the directions given on the leaflet, I suddenly had a sense of knowing where I was going. Yay mentally suggestive mini-maps! Now it’d still be better if I had a visual map to go by, but beggars can’t be choosers. So, making my way through the city, it takes me only a few moments to come across my destination. Like everywhere else in this city, the building is made entirely from twisted trees. Though in this case there is also a large archery field next to it.
Walking up to the instructor, I took note of her appearance, because damn she was a looker. Please don’t be a sadistic teacher, please don’t be a sadistic teacher…. With long silver hair, wearing a light green shirt and pants that hugged her exquisite curves, it was hard to tell if she was trying to hunt down beasts or men.
When she looked at me, I kept my vain hopes that she would be a nice teacher… and train me without unnecessary pain… And then she opened her mouth. “What are you looking at, balls for brains?”
Seeing her rather obvious sneer, I cleared my throat. “My apologies. My name is Falenel, and I was hoping that you could teach me how to make use of my bow?” I asked, holding up the bow I had kept from the tutorial to demonstrate.
She seemed entirely unimpressed by the weapon, giving a low ‘hmph’ and turning her nose up. “Very well, I can show you how to make sure that you can at least hit a stationary target. Though, from the looks of you, doubt you’ll ever manage to hit one that doesn’t throw itself at your arrows.”
Giving a helpless sigh, I nodded my head. “That’s probably the best I could ask for right now.”
“Alright then, come on up here, let’s at least see what you can do.” She instructed, still refusing to even give me a second look. Standing up next to her, I looked at the target and cringed inwardly. The target I had trained against in the tutorial was twenty meters away, and I could barely hit that repeatedly. This one was double that distance!
Nocking an arrow, I tried my best to hit the target, I really did. And I at least made the arrow travel far enough, but it overshot the target and landed somewhere behind it. Seeing that, there was a derisive snort from beside me. “Pathetic. Couldn’t even hit a standing target? Try again!” She ordered, giving me small corrections to my stance with each failed attempt, until I finally managed to hit the outer edge of the target, only for the arrow to bounce off because it didn’t have enough force.
Not willing to let that stop me, I continued shooting again and again, ignoring the skill prompts that had appeared until I was out of arrows in my quiver. Then, I went forward and collected the ones that I had previously shot, only to repeat the process again. By the time I finished my quiver the second time, I had finally managed to land two arrows in the center of the target, and through either luck or skill they both stuck.
“Barely passable.” That was probably the nicest thing she’s ever said to me… or anyone.
Chapter 3: I want a redo!
After I had started managing to hit the target repeatedly, I took a bit of a break, thanking the instructor. Given my encounter with the rat in the Trial of Strength, assuming that is how strong actual rats are, I’m doomed if I actually get up close with anything at my current level of skill. Sadly, though, it’s not that easy to learn how to properly wield a dagger. As such, I first needed to improve my magic skills, and maybe learn a few new spells.
With what I have right now, there’s no way I’ll be useful if I ever do get out into space, but that is a distant goal. First, I need to make sure that I’m able to deal with the threats down here. After all, I’d rather have time to build up and learn more magic before leaving, then have chosen something else like stellar magic as a planet-based race. Not sure if space magic would even work in an atmosphere the same.
But, I got sidetracked. Making my way back to the starting area, I saw that a few other elves had spawned in. My guess would be that most of them are from the online communities, since there were only a few thousand Seeds released this week. Won’t be until another two weeks, real time, before they are mass distributed. And most of the people that have one are probably more concerned with being a good old space captain.
Taking a look at the ‘quest board’ as I like to call it, I found the directions to the local magister, and set off. There were a few others heading in the same direction as myself, so I decided to introduce myself to the closest one. No point in being a loner for all my gaming life, right? And looking at him, he was a fit elf, full blooded by his features.
His eyes kept flashing back and forth everywhere with a wild grin, as if taking the world in for the first time. Like me, he was dressed in a simple white cloth shirt and brown cloth pants, but his weapon of choice was a staff instead of a bow. “Enjoying the game so far?” I asked with mild curiosity.
He seemed a bit surprised by the sudden question, but then looked over to me and nodded. “Right, been ages since we had anything so real. Well, it all seems real, but it’s just different, you know?”
I tilted my head and thought over what he had said, before nodding. “Yeah. I’m Falenel–” Wait, what? Let’s try that again. “My name is Falenel… Seriously?” He seemed confused by my increasingly frustrated expression. “Looks like we can’t introduce ourselves with real names.”
That would have been good to know before I picked a name that sounded so weird! I shook my head with a sigh, thinking to myself.
The man smirked beside me before introducing himself as well. “Jacobs. Never really got into the whole fantasy naming sense.” He then looked at my features, “You’re a half, right? Didn’t think there’d be that many people playing normal races like that. Hell, my sister actually started as a golem. She’s hoping that she’ll be able to evolve if she absorbs an asteroid or something.”
I stared blankly at him for a bit at that. “Seriously, they can evolve? Redo! I want a redo!” I called out to the sky, to no avail, which caused Jacobs to laugh loudly next to me.
“Yeah, not even sure if we started on the same planet, or the same star system for that matter. I heard that some people started as drakes, and there was one guy that said he started as a navigation AI for a ship.”
“Wait, seriously? You could even play as a ship AI? Also, how the heck do you know all of this? The game has been running for what, two hours? And that’s not even real time!” I called him out on the obvious fabrications. I knew I didn’t spend that long practicing archery!
He just chuckled again in response before answering. “You must be one of the fleshies.” Yes, the online communities typically call those of us that retain our bodies as fleshies… it gets annoying sometimes. “We can link up with people on our contacts list and chat, even from the tutorial.”
“Well… that’s got to be convenient. Still, really wishing there was a reset button or something. Even if I stay as a humanoid for the loot, I could at least pick a cool evolving race.” Though I spoke out loud, the complaint was mostly to myself. My plan had been to make a good foundation hunting for good loot planetside while I prepared myself to be ready for space, and then head out among the stars! Given that, a half-elf seemed perfect, since they gained a small boost to learning new skills, and easily learn the Huntsman class skills.
“I asked Devron, the deity that I had in my creation, and he said it’s possible to restart your character, actually.” Hearing Jacobs say that made my head whip towards him with a hopeful expression, which was cast down quickly as he finished. “However, you have to pay a fee to do so, and can’t log back in for a few days.”
“Seriously, man?” I groaned with my head held low. “If I had the money, sure, I’d be all over that. But I’m here to earn the cash, and by the time I get enough money to be able to afford that, I’d probably be too familiar with this guy. Don’t suppose it’s possible to roll up an alt?” There was still that last flicker of hope in my voice, looking for a way to have a more interesting race.
Jacobs simply smirked and shook his head. “One character per account, one account per customer. If I
were you, I’d suggest looking into gene therapy once you get higher level. Not sure if this game has it or not, but with how advanced the setting is, and the number of races I’d be surprised if they didn’t. If they go like other sci-fi VR’s, then gene therapy should be a valid means to evolve.”
I nodded my head, resigning myself to this fate. Like he said, gene therapy was a pretty common thing in most sci-fi games, especially for humans. Was a way to get additional traits and powers from alien races. Of course, the more you alter yourself, the less human you become. And the less human you become, the less effect future therapies had unless they were custom designed, and those are expensive. “So, what magics did you learn in the tutorial?”
“Hmm? I got gravity magic. Seemed like a good mix between planet usage and space. Though I wish I had gotten something with a heal in it now. I’ve only got two other friends that chose to play elf, and they both went for the high variant.”
Once more, I looked at him with a bit of hope. “I think my magic should get a heal eventually. But did the net community only get one magic? I was able to choose two when I got to that part.” He nodded his head in answer. “Huh. Well, maybe we can share? I mean, it’s not like those basic spells took ages to learn, right?”
He thought about it, but shook his head. “Not sure that’d work. Devron said that training was accelerated in the tutorial, so it may have just been easier for us to pick them up. Just imagine if a bunch of people all got together and learned all of the basic spells, then shared them like that? Would make a small group of really versatile casters. There are probably other factors involved with being able to teach skills.”
By this time, we were finally coming up on the destination, a large collection of trees that had twisted together to form a spiraling tower overlooking the forest. Well, they sure know how to make an impression.
Once we got inside, we were separated into various groups based on the types of magic we had learned. Since we were getting split up, Jacobs and I decided to add each other to our friends lists. To my surprise, I found that I already had two names on the list, and decided that I would contact them later. Unless there was some glitch that made it so random people appeared on the friends list, that should mean that those two are my immediate family, my parents.
Anyways, back to the tower, I was in a group of people that had been brought up to the third floor. My group was focused on elemental magic, such as my wind. I’m not really sure if Nature Magic qualifies as an element, but it was the first relevant group that was called for me. Our teacher this time was, of course, another elf. This one wore red robes, and his gnarled staff gripped a ruby at its tip, as if it was naturally grown with the gem in place.
“Alright, now all of you should be here for roughly the same purpose. You’re all Travelers that have just entered our world, and the gods have blessed you with the very basics of magic. However, it is up to us to educate you on your future paths.” The man spoke slowly, as if talking to a group of children.
“There are three types of casting in this realm, of which we will discuss two. Runic, and Arcane. The magic bestowed upon you all when you were born was of the latter category, which we will cover first. Arcane magic is a practice which allows you to control your mana with your will, and send it out to alter the world. This kind of casting has a higher cost, but it is easier to achieve a desired result, as you must simply practice with it.”
After taking a deep breath, he continued, his eyes sweeping over the few of us present. “Now, Runic magic is the opposite, being a sort of programming language for the world. As long as you learn the rune for a given command, you can incorporate it into any spell you wish. For instance, the runes for Blast and Fire will make your typical fireball. Now, in the past, these runes were kept secret, hidden in various dungeons. Of course, that eventually came to an end when the Guilds came together to compile a list of runes.”
“Many of these runes are used today to ‘program’ magical devices, and are available to the public. Rather than relying on luck to receive a rune you want after crawling through a perilous dungeon, only to receive one you already knew, it is now merely based on the intelligence of the user. Likewise, Runic magic is much cheaper to use in terms of mana than Arcane, but will only perform the actions programmed into it.”
Seeing that he was finally nearing the end of his speech, I let out a relieved sigh. “Not many choose to practice both Arcane and Runic magic, as they are based in two different areas of focus. Arcane magic requires greater control over your mana, while Runic merely requires intelligence great enough to remember the language of magic. For either path, you may either seek guidance for creating a spell, or may attempt to do so yourself. Be warned, attempting to cast a spell far too powerful for your skill and capacity may have permanent effects on your body.”
You have listened to Rukh’s lecture on the Basics of Magic
2 Wisdom, +2 Intelligence
Several people looked like they were just about ready to leave before he started talking, yet again. There were more than a few groans, which he ignored. “Now, as all of you have chosen to focus on an elemental branch of magic, there are things you should be aware of. Your elements are part of the world around you, granting an increased versatility compared to other casters. However, with every boon comes a curse.”
“Once you leave this world, and explore the stars, you may find your magic greatly impaired. As you become familiar with manipulating the soil of this world, another may have a completely different composition, making it more difficult. The same is true for wind, and even water. The atmosphere may even cause fire to weaken in some planets. As such, I advise all of you to either practice diligently to overcome these obstacles, or seek to branch out into other fields which can cover it.”
And this time we were really dismissed, causing me to sigh in relief once again. Of course, I made for the door as quickly as I could before he had the chance to change his mind and start another lecture.
Outside, I found that the other classes were also letting people leave now, and I began wondering why we were even split up in the first place. Three quarters of that lecture had nothing to do with our specialty, so they could have just as easily told it to everyone at once. Maybe they were just starting a routine, expecting more players to show up later? Still, this makes me hopeful for learning new types of magic, since all it should take, according to the instructor, was practice. That isn’t to say I’ll be good at it, or even get what I want, but I can still be hopeful.
Taking a look at my character information, I was still fairly disappointed with myself. Normally, by now, there would be some overpowered way to quickly train up my stats to surpass my level. However, that did not seem to be the case with me. And what is with that pitifully low mana regen?
Name
Falenel
Race
Half-Elf(Woodland)
Titles
N/A
Fame
0
Level 1
75.00%
Class
Novice
Health
90/90
Health Regen
0.15
Mana
150/150
Mana Regen
0.03
Strength
12
Wisdom
13
Agility
13
Intelligence
15
Dexterity
14
Charisma
9
Vitality
9
Luck
14
Points Remaining
0
Now that I was out of the magic class, if you could really call it that, I spoke a bit more with Jacobs before he went to go practice. Watching him walk away, I pulled up my contact list and went to the two names I didn’t personally add. “Damn fantasy names… can’t tell which of you is which… Oh well, just do a group chat then.”
With that in mind, I set up a group chat between myself and them. “You guys enjoying the game so far?” I asked curiously, waiting for their response.
A few moments later, the first to reply was Dravin, apparently my father. “Ah, there you are. Was wondering if you had gotten into the game yet, kiddo!” His voice sounded fairly normal, so it was likely that he either held a humanoid race or had one that possessed telepathy.
And of course, after him came my mother, whose voice was a bit off. “John! It’s good to hear from you.” Her voice sounded a bit phantasmal, as if a ghost was speaking.
“Yeah… it’s Falenel here, apparently. Can’t introduce myself otherwise.”
It took a moment before they responded to that, making me think that they hadn’t interacted with anyone else yet like I had. While we talked for a while, I managed to learn a few more things about the game. First of all, despite my surroundings there was still a heavy technology setting in the game. Likely, this was just a traditional starting area. For instance, my father chose to play as a mutant human with psychic abilities, while my mother chose to play a Shade, some sort of darkness elemental. Where my father started sounded like a large modern city, complete with hover cars and holograms. However, my mother was spawned in the middle of nowhere, some dark cave.