Chapter 2
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The sculptures were intriguing as they didn't appear to squeeze into the room by any means. She didn't think that they are awfully creative. They were three individuals, size set to about real scale. The original was a lady fighter of some assortment with an enormous blade thrown over her back. The word lady may have been liberal on the grounds that the figure was horrendously meagre and just had one arm. She had edited hair that tumbled to simply over her shoulders and her lips were nestled into a sort of scoff around the last remnants of child fat that had been etched into her cheeks. Close to her stood a taller serious-looking man with a blade or... sabre who was gazing unemotionally ahead. He had alternate way hair and unquestionably all around definite eyes that appeared to see through all that remained before him. It appeared to be that whoever had cut his eyes into the stone had done as such with the aim of getting an impression of the world in them. At last, close to him was some kind of entertainer with a staff whose face wasn't finished up in light of the fact that his head had been projected with a hood and covered. Contrasted with the other two sculptures Amelia felt that this was somewhat lethargic. She remained on her pussyfoots before this sculpture and was a little annoyed when she understood that the hood wasn't vacant, the artist had just left the stone there and smoothed it to depict that the face was lost by shadow. Very apathetic.
"I'm getting old Amelia, and there are murmurs from the Far North." Helena shuddered apparently, and the quivery voice that arose stunned Amelia even as the words she expressed shook her profoundly.
The FAR NORTH? An unseen mainland starter mission? Truly? Why would that be an institute notoriety mission?
Amelia was beginning to get discombobulated. There were no extension packs to AA, the game produced them dependent on progress in current mainlands and an assortment of different elements. Most would have agreed that the other two found landmasses had been divulged through huge overall occasion driven missions after specific prisons and city development standards had been met. The Transients were all the while planning and creating what they had evidently improperly called 'The North.'
"What murmurs?" Amelia asked warily, shocked once again into the discussion since she recollected that she hadn't really finished the brief mission at this point. Finding another mainland was nothing to joke about, and rationalized the significant level of the journey considering she hadn't actually needed to do anything for it yet. She wasn't sure precisely how she planned to satisfy the chain mission since it was by all accounts of a more elevated level. The more she contemplated it the more she excused the possibility that she was really at the cutting edge of finding another landmass. This was likely only one of many little morsel missions and one of the bigger societies in the game was presumably going to be answerable for the bigger general questline. A ton of likely in that theory, however, she thought as her grimace developed.
"Animals obscure in the Far North have started showing up in a frozen valley and are even presently progressing upon the towns there. Dull, horrendous animals not of this world." Helena said genuinely. "Life was at that point hard for those in the Far North, of whom we have not had contact with for quite a long time. Not since the hour of Void. Wards were defined on the off chance that limits were crossed, yet individuals who live there are a solid group and wished their protection so these wards were generally destroyed. Presently however they have illuminated signs, omens that were shipped off every one of the Grandmaster Instructor Leaders of the five foundations that Transients cohabitate."
"Animals from a world before this one?" Amelia said, battling to stay aware of Helena's prearrange and have something wise to inquire. It was significant that you attempted to direct or build the volume of clarification while getting a journey. It could raise notoriety, give accommodating tips, or even lead to additional prizes. At the point when Helena had started talking
Amelia had taken out her recorder book, and as she watched and paid attention to Helena her hand moved lightning quick in the book, recording the story.
"Indeed, and the main record of any who battled these animals were these detainees." Helena lifted a hand relevantly and motioned to the sculptures. Notwithstanding her signal, they barely jumped right into it.
"Detainees?" Amelia said suspiciously, gazing at the sculptures. "Do you need me to go get research on these detainees?"
"No, that won't be essential. You should wake the Devil in White and his party yourself. It is just conceivable with an interesting spell, which I will educate you. A spell just a Transient might project." Helena clarified gradually, wringing her hands within her robe-sleeves. Trouble bent her face as though despite the fact that she believed Amelia giving this spell and this obligation to her appeared to be not recommended to her. "I'm facing a horrendous challenge believing you like this… "
"What sort of spell would we say we are discussing here? A spell to vivify stone?" Amelia asked, getting her plume through a crisscross movement to make it return to the capacity piece of her recorder book. Vitalizing stone fighters was fascinating and she was getting increasingly more excited by its prospect. She could rejuvenate sculptures and other stone elements. There would be some kind of cooldown, however, the potential outcomes were incredible. She could as of now see herself travelling through new zones, investigating with her stone tank. She probably won't host to shape gatherings to get where she needed to go.
"I… you in some cases see, Amelia, similar to you're thinking truly abnormal contemplations." Helena faltered. Amelia fixed up, understanding that her fancies had most likely put a type of dreadful grin all over. It wasn't whenever that her enthusiasm first had displayed all over and vexed those around.
"Don't bother. I'm prepared to get the spell." She held out her hands, palm up, as was standard and stood by to get the spell through a short contacting of hands as most spells that were gained from Residents were passed on. Most of the spells on the planet were found through adventuring, acquiring levels, or finishing odd prerequisites. New spells were being tracked down each day, and the competition to get more current spells and abilities was all the while consuming even after the game's noteworthy three-year life.
Helena didn't take her hands. All things being equal, she shook her head and started to talk, as she did the words started to make the air vibrate. Helena was enchanting past level 50 at Amelia. Amelia had never known about enchantment being moved this way.
[Rise Sleipnir -
Grandmaster Helena Crevlar Commands
Rise close buddy, and bestow thy obligation.
Move thy burden.]
The expressions of force filled in power and the stones in the dividers and through the floors and roof didn't shake precisely, yet rather appeared to have their very own presence. The region felt weighty in much the manner Amelia ȧssociated hostile to sorcery zones to feel weighty. Those were rare. For the most part, those sorts of charms were significant level and put in regions like banks, sell off business sectors, and surprisingly in the private homes of sure extensive respectability.
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Spell Acquired: [Transform Stone] - Sleipnir's Burden. - - Beginner Level 1 - (5)%
Grouping: Blessing/Curse
Prerequisites:
- The total trust of Grandmaster Helena Crevlar. Writer Intermediate 10. Mage 30.
- Expansion to the Far North mainland models accessible.
- Integration of Last Sojourn information complete.
- ...Hidden Requirement - Knowledge and Location - Devil in White and party.
Exceptional: May be passed on and learned by other Transient Wizards.
[Transform Stone]
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Impact: Transform stone into a genuine structure. Sleipnir Academy was the home of the main mystery spell that could transform objects into useable things or unique types of animals.
- Regular stone things will assume the utilization and type of their appearance.
- Monsters and creatures* will take on the traits and certain irregular class highlights of their appearance.
*Objects, animals, Transients, and Residents who were gone to stone through reviling impacts/other can be turned for all time back holding whatever highlights, abilities, spells, insight, and things they were conveying when frozen.
Learning a Unique spell has taken into consideration the accompanying changes in Fame and Reputation.
Distinction acquired: 20
Notoriety: 300
Reputation: 300
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Amelia faltered, "what is up with that insane measure of reputation? Information on Satan?" She didn't have the foggiest idea what to think about pretty much every one of the conditions and impacts.
Helena checked out her oddly, not appearing to see precisely what had made Amelia scowl so dimly out of nowhere.
Amelia constrained a grin. "All things considered, it's done." There was consistently the distinction. Notoriety was difficult to find at lower levels, and surprisingly 20 popularity had presumably been awesome. That being far removed, Amelia went to the sculptures and analyzed them utilizing the fundamental assessment expertise that all travellers get. The Notoriety that she had acquired was pushed to the rear of her psyche, regardless of whether it was there hitting her directly in the mind meat.
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"No portrayal accessible. That is abnormal." Even ordinary sculptures that were placed in the game pre-dispatch and weren't made by Residents or Transients generally had a type of flavour text. It was one of the tricks of the game that motivated individuals to shape, paint, draw and do a heap of other creating occupations in the game. Other than the ability ups in any case. This sculpture even had confused and broken text and images as though the game wasn't interpreting it accurately.
"Anyway. [Transform Stone]." Amelia laid her hands with almost no idea and a lot of flurry on the platform that joined the figures.
Helena let out a short exhalation in expectation… and afterwards, the two of them scowled.
"Perhaps I need to rehash it… " Amelia conjectured. "Or then again perhaps my expertise isn't sufficiently high." They stood together clumsily pausing. One more moment passed as Helena grimaced and Amelia began to get restless. "I… didn't come up short did I?" This was not her issue!
"Possibly " Helena began to drone out and was instantly hindered by the adjustment of the air.
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Gimgfi Arrmprhuquro -
FAR NORTH CONTINENT UNLOCKED
Bits of hearsay from North Continent - Ships have started to show up from one more Continent from the north that Residents call the Far North Continent. Exile appearance, Residents from this Continent escaping from obscure foes. Institute Instructors demand troops toward the north. City pioneers start marshalling powers. The transportation business starts to create alongside the northern port urban areas with the expectation that Transients will make the excursion north.
FOLLOWING HIDDEN CLASS SPECIALIZATIONS UNLOCK
Mage - Order of White
Fighter - Marauder (Aegis)
Fighter - Shieldless (Aegis)
FOLLOWING SPELLS ARE NOW USABLE TO APPROPRIATE MAGIC USERS
[Transform Stone] - Unlock at level 30 (School Specialization - None)
Various QUESTS ARE NOW AVAILABLE IN MAJOR CITIES
Various REFUGEES ARE REQUESTING AID
Various FAR NORTHERN CONTINENT RECIPES ARE REVEALED BY REFUGEES
Ruler ELAIRDIN DECLARES STATE OF EMERGENCY
The sovereign CATHERINE DECLARES STATE OF EMERGENCY
Ruler OREKIN DECLARES STATE OF EMERGENCY
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Consistently, totally blinding Amelia. They were looking over so quick that briefly she went totally still, and needed to block out Helena by quieting her sound. Amelia had truly not been expecting a data dump and couldn't start to perform various tasks fittingly.
"Order, ace sound quiet." Amelia gave herself to figuring out data totally. For the time being, she limited and bookmarked the data on the various city missions just as the data in regards to highly sensitive situations. Her eyes restricted and her mouth separated marginally as she stayed quiet in fixation.
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Mission Resolution - -
Level up - New Level 40 - 95%
Notoriety Increase 250
Notoriety 2000
Capacities open:
Counter Mana Steal - Beginner 1 - 5% (Sealed - Sacrificed as Part of Healer tree)
Shoot Arrow Removed - Replaced by Enhanced Molten Shot - Beginner 9 - 95%
Mind, Stamina, Wisdom and mana holds increment by 8%.
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"What is this?" She had bounced 8 levels and progressed to even out 40 by contacting a stone. She could barely handle it. Amelia could nearly envision her heart starting to pound, which was extraordinary in itself since this was only a Neura Dive game and her body was securely cosy in her home. She had hopped 8 levels and furthermore set off a type of long, world chain occasion. She began to grimace, and the uneasiness was back.
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Mission Available - Level 3 - Help the Heroes.
The effective utilization of Transform Stone has returned three saints to another time and a fresh start. Detained in stone, legend tells just of their incredible boldness and dauntlessness and little of their genuine past. Adversaries who were sticking around for their opportunity scramble quicker than previously, falling the land toward struggle, with an end goal to acquire traction before the detested Devil in White partners with realm and city-state powers. It is a higher priority than any time in recent memory to acquire the data from the three legends and report it to the Brack Kingdom Resident and Transient populaces.
Required: Collaboration with the Party of the Devil in White as well as acquiring information on infringing powers.
Chain: Upon Completion Special Super Level 1 mission will open up.
Condition: Decision of which result to seek after by extraordinary party: Aid/Oppose World.
Finishing Reward: Special Job Status Update - Chronicler of the Heavens. Long-lasting reliability and trust of Helena Crevlar.
Decay: Declining the mission will bring about deficiency of 1000 acclaim, deficiency of 5000 standing. In the event that 5000 standing isn't accessible standing score will be impacted adversely and won't return positive until the equilibrium is paid off.
- Helena will oust you from Sleipnir and you won't ever work for any of the otherworldly institutes again. You will become detested by Helena. Death missions for the player will be promptly accessible to the Transients of proper class/notoriety in all significant urban communities for an endless measure of time.
- Failure Condition: legends are killed before they uncover information or are generally reluctant.
- Failure to get ready for the coming clash will make all associated powers experience 25% punishments to viability, resolve, and reward details. The pace of innovative progression for the Northern and Southern Continents will be decreased by an extra 5% for quite a long time.
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Amelia gradually shut the windows consistently until just the journey window remained. It was a strange status window, for sure. The acknowledged buŧŧon gleamed welcomingly, yet the decrease buŧŧon... It floated menacingly, shaking, shuddering, and gleaming red as though noticing her off. Amelia kind of thought that on the off chance that she attempted to squeeze it the thing may really attempt to sidestep.
A Super Level 1 Quest upon consummation! This would be the third realized Super Level mission since dispatch. The initially had involved an enormous work to liberate a landmass' god from the ties and marks of an insidious mythical beast. It had been the first, and so far, the main mythical beast of attack type - Xenataliue! It had required months, and when it was over the Cathedral of the Lady Self had been raised by the glad Residents. Drifters could restore in any spot kept up with through confidence by the Residents. Ministers and Clerics had opened uncommon capacities and journeys. It resembled having a development worth of abilities and missions brought into the world in a solitary second.
The second had been a nerve-racking thousand player work to get out the Desert Spirits that kept an enchanted hindrance isolating the North from the South. It had required months, and the deliberate endeavours of the bigger organizations to both attack the line to clear out the Desert Spirits while likewise ensuring city-states close by. At the point when it was over movement to one more landmass and contact with various societies had been set up. The Dwarven race became playable after the desert was cleared and a complex buckling framework was found. It was as yet uncommon to see Dwarves on a superficial level and just now were they sending shippers to deal and exchange. Transient smithies, armourers, goldsmiths, and stone workers overwhelmed there and prepared their abilities to fresher statures.
She didn't have the foggiest idea what this one would uncover. Indeed, she was enticed to decay it similarly as she had been enticed to decrease the past missions. However, those decay punishments. She had never seen such amazingly ruinous punishments. It would destroy her person.
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You Have Accepted.
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The goal of the mission screen at long last cleared, and when her vision pulled together on her environmental elements she nearly fell over. A short, delightful, dark-haired lady was crept from her face looking at her eagerly. She went to her buddies and Helena and said something energetically, yet there was no commotion.
"Goodness, Command Unmute Master Audio." Amelia faltered intellectually. She made a stride back from the energized young lady.
"...broke. Check out her! She is firm as aboard. We should look around in her pockets and see what sort of stuff she has… " The lady said, her shoulders moving here and there enthusiastically as she smiled.
"Raven… " The hooded man cautioned.
"What? We will not TAKE anything Aidan." The one uncovered as Raven said oafishly.
"Is there any valid reason why we wouldn't take anything? Ok. It's alive." The last man, the one with soul-scouring eyes and the sabre, pointed at Amelia, having seen her progression back and her abrupt alert. It required a couple of moments for all of this to interact, remembering the dry note for the 'IT'S ALIVE' remark which the apathetic looking man had articulated. Am I an 'it" then, at that point? She looked above them to enact the status screen for their data.
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Actually, take a look at Status -
Raven, the Singer - Marauder (Aegis) - Level 125
Forsythe, the Reliable - Shieldless (Aegis) - Level 125
Aidan, the Devil in White - Order of the White - Level 125
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"What's an Order of the White?" Amelia pondered out loud. "Stand by, level 125?!"
"What's a Chronicler?" the one called Aidan pondered, similarly inquisitive yet with less delirium. He was likewise gazing over her head.
"Ahem, a Chronicler is a task that permits Transients to record their excursions and show them to different Transients. It additionally permits them to record especially fascinating discoveries they've made while on their excursions. They can sell these discoveries and increment the usefulness and productivity of different Transients who are manufacturing down comparable ways." Helena said, abruptly agreeable in her Grandmaster Instructor job and attempting to recover the drive. She was attempting to look quiet and gathered and seized the opportunity to have a chance to speak. "I'm Grandmaster Instructor Helena Crevlar, and I am satisfied to welcome the...the three legends!" She completed clumsily. She had been raising to go when Amelia had projected the spell yet the postponement in the impact had obviously left her daydreaming and she had quite recently been gazing quietly the entire time in shock all things being equal.
Raven and Forsythe took a gander at one another, both making a couple of strides back and remaining behind Aidan to one or the other side. The attitude of a party abruptly push into an obscure area that concluded they expected to get into development. Amelia watched this with a trace of entertainment. Inhabitants did weird things some of the time, as though they truly were individuals. Be it Helena who shouldn't consistently have the limit of being stunned by an occasion she hosted began to the get-together before her that were abruptly looking fight prepared and alert.
Aidan as far as it matters for him gestured to Helena, and he began to grin. It was a grin that promptly made Amelia's neck hair stand straight up. It was the sort of grin a child utilizes when he sees something reaaally fascinating just before he chooses to get it and take it home to show his folks. "Legends. I see. Could you kindly let me know what zone I am in and the current worldwide time?"
"Why, you are in the Free Mages City of Durandal, in the Sleipnir Academy of Magic, on the Northern Continent of Aspiration, along the Eastern Side in the Kingdom of Brack and it is presently 11 PM Global Standard," Helena said rapidly, her eyes restricted a smidgen as though she was shocked that she had replied so rapidly and uninhibitedly and with such mind-boggling profundity.
"I see." Aidan gestured again as though affirming something. If Amelia hadn't realized better she would have thought he was trying her to check whether she was an NPC. He turned that grin on Amelia and she glanced back at him attentively.
"I guess you have a ton of inquiries," she said guardedly.
"Do you have a great deal of replies?" He countered. He raised an eyebrow even as he opened up his arms in a disarmingly blameless way.
This was the kind of individual that Amelia truly didn't care to manage, she could tell as of now. She could tell since her nearby impression was this was the kind of individual that you would never know what they were thinking.
"I'm glad to listen for a minute I'm contemplating," Aidan said, shock all over.
Amelia froze her whole body hardening once more.
"I'm simply screwing with you. I get it a great deal." Aidan giggled. "What game would we say we are ready?"
"Game?" Amelia asked, stunned. She looked over their heads and called their status again. These saints were unmistakably Residents. Aside from some fundamental data about evening out Residents comprehend see nothing about gaming or other genuine discourse made by the Transients.
"Indeed… " Aidan looked over her head, and she felt one more rush of shock as she understood he was doing likewise to her.
"How are you… Look… " Amelia began, not certain where to start. Before she could she was hindered by a mission brief that caught the edge of her vision.
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Journey Tracking - Level 3 - Help the Heroes REMINDER/UPDATE
The length has been added to the mission. One of the three rulers should be informed inside the following seven days or Failure will happen.
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Amelia's face screwed itself shut briefly, and she felt sick. "I figure we can talk later if it's all the same to you. I'd truly see the value in it if you'd join my party and escort me to The Brack King's Castle. I don't ordinarily ask help from outsiders but..." Amelia shrugged. "It is generally a squeezing matter and we can chat on the way?"
DING
A sound ringed and each of the three searched up briefly. Minutes after the fact Aidan investigated his shoulder giving an unobtrusive and cautious shrug. Raven feigned exacerbation and as should have been obvious, Forsythe sat idle. After a second Aidan turned around to her and smiled.
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Party Invitation - Accept? Individuals - Aidan, Raven, Forsythe.
You have acknowledged.
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Amelia began to inhale somewhat simpler. They would accompany her, she would traverse this, and afterwards she would go adventuring for some time and just take up fair Transient journeys. To help the conflict exertion sure, yet this was getting far past her solace level.
Ding
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Journey Level 7 - Help Amelia
Escort Amelia while she is on Quest Level 3 "Help the Heroes" has been acknowledged by the accompanying: Aidan, Raven, Forsythe.
Amelia importunes the saints to listen to her, she looks tormented, disappointed, and truly worried.
Prize: Unknown. Not set in stone by peril level and commitment.
Decay: No punishments.
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"You got a journey?" Amelia said moronically.
"Our first," Aidan said, grinning that grin. She was truly beginning to figure she should evaluate Transform Stone on him again and see what occurred.
"I'm energized, are you invigorated?" Raven moved in the direction of Forsythe.
Forsythe didn't reply, and the manner in which he was looking made Amelia believe that he was checking his details and couldn't have cared less with regards to the circumstance by any means. Regardless of the reality, he didn't appear to be giving any consideration to his environmental factors he explored his direction behind most of them without a solitary stumble.
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