Post by Grind on May 17, 2016 23:40:19 GMT
Simulated breezes pressed against his back, rustling the strands of his short hair. The smoky wisps traversing the azure sky slowly. The ginger male stood firmly in his beginner gear, while other got rid of their for more customized options, he stood just the way he had on the first day when he heard the horrible news, but life was better now. He had decided to finally venture out into the great plains to take out his first boar. Grind's hands wrapped around the shaft of his weapon, familiarizing himself to his armament.
Taking footsteps out of the stronghold known as the Town of Beginnings, he took the first step on his path to the Great Plains on his way to the second floor. He had heard it was finally opened, by what he could only imagine to be great adventurers. He was more than curious to see what type of people they were. Before any of that, now was the time of his reckoning.
The fields weren't as heavily raided as they were on opening day, now only some people who were grinding experience points and col safely, but it was his first experience battling. The spear was unsheathed from his back. Ever since he had logged in, Grind had be shadow practicing his spear talent every night. There was a 'muscle' memory, even if he wasn't actually using them at all.
It was now that he had found a small clearing without people to take his time fighting a boar. Supposedly from what he had gathered, it was one of the few level one enemies a player could encounter, aka it was as easy as it gets. Both of his arms keeping the spear pointed towards the boar ahead of him, his feet planted into the terrain as his torso faced perpendicular from the mob.
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Taking footsteps out of the stronghold known as the Town of Beginnings, he took the first step on his path to the Great Plains on his way to the second floor. He had heard it was finally opened, by what he could only imagine to be great adventurers. He was more than curious to see what type of people they were. Before any of that, now was the time of his reckoning.
The fields weren't as heavily raided as they were on opening day, now only some people who were grinding experience points and col safely, but it was his first experience battling. The spear was unsheathed from his back. Ever since he had logged in, Grind had be shadow practicing his spear talent every night. There was a 'muscle' memory, even if he wasn't actually using them at all.
It was now that he had found a small clearing without people to take his time fighting a boar. Supposedly from what he had gathered, it was one of the few level one enemies a player could encounter, aka it was as easy as it gets. Both of his arms keeping the spear pointed towards the boar ahead of him, his feet planted into the terrain as his torso faced perpendicular from the mob.
Word Count: 307