The year is 2776. The destruction of the environment has continued at an ever-increasing intensity to the extent that the surface of the earth has become near uninhabitable. Humans rely on cutting-edge technologies and neural implants for necessities, education, and entertainment on demand. Within months of its release, Japanese corporation DAKAI's virtual reality FSMMO-RPG « ΔRK // FANTASY » becomes the most widely played game globally, winning over 50% of the world's remaining population to form a dedicated playerbase. Swathes of players have built new lives for themselves in DAKAI's intricately crafted world, including those originally uninterested in games— escaping into a false reality teeming with promise, hungering for freedoms they could never taste otherwise. Whether you're an aspiring adventurer, hardcore gamer, hopeful settler or otherwise, this 'ark to paradise lost' will carve out a place for you.
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SAF
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AVALORE
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Aesthetically speaking, Prozac was not particularly fond of Ludwig. The smog was so dense, the entirety of the area seemed to be sunk within a pool of eternal night. The air, too, felt foul to his lungs. Its citizens, however, although lacking in manners and cordiality, posed great interest for Prozac’s research. From NPCs to actual players, everyone seemed high alert on their senses and wary of every movement around them; a state of permanent stress and paranoia, a fascinating phenomenon indeed.
However, throughout this visit his interest was fixed on a small set of alleyways concentrated to the north of the area, where rumor had it NPCs had begun displaying an odd behavior; pre-programmed dialogue coming out in weird contexts, erratic movements, and even some aggressive reactions reserved for vampires such as Prozac himself, except there were no vampires around at all.
Sure, he was laying his foot into the lion’s den—Asteria would most likely pester him about it once he found out. But he was a scientist, a researcher, and when such strange things took place, he just needed to find the source.
Even within the sketchy-looking population of Ludwig, Prozac hardly looked like the most trust-worthy fella’ around; walking around covered on a cloak from head to toe. It was hardly necessary, since not a single ray of sun could pierce through the thick smog of the area, but he had decided it would help shield him from bothersome vampirism accusations.
He started his testing as soon as the first NPC-looking guy crossed his view, approaching with a friendly smile to ask a predefined question.
“Hello there, do you know where I can find a pharmacy?”
The man scowled, growled. “Kah! You took my money you scammer!” The man yelled, and Prozac soon realized things might get aggressive earlier than he would have expected.
Still, he seemed to have hit the jackpot with this “looking for strange NPCs” thing.
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 009 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] Over the course of the past seven months, Hargrave had found himself to be thoroughly enjoying « ΔRK // FANTASY ». Being able to interact with others so freely had been something that he had internally craved. There was only so much that he could do back in the real world but here.. In Empyrea, Hargrave could be so much more. Rather than a reclusive technophile, Hargrave could be someone that others had willing desired to spend time with. His desire for interaction had been so intense that he had ultimately decided to become a purveyor of magical goods! It was this decision that had led him to where he was now. [break][break] Making his way through the seedy underbelly of the city of smog, Ludwig, had been a lone dwarf that stood at around five feet tall. Unlike the majority of the players are NPCs that had inhabited Ludwig, this dwarf had made his way through the streets with nary a worry in his mind. While it was true that Ludwig had been home to an abundance of criminals and castaways, this dwarf had believed himself to be relatively safe from such activities. In the event that there were those that had chosen to approach him with ill intent, Hargrave was certain to place his faith within his entirely defensive build. And if he were to face his own demise? Well he would thankfully be able to respawn not too long after. Or so he had heard. This wasn't actually an experience that the dwarf had undergone as of yet. From the beginning, he had always focused on enhancing his defense and magical resistance stats. As such, he hadn't really run into a scenario in which a mob had been capable of killing him. [break][break] 'From what I've managed to gather, there should be word of an item of high repute within the area. Not too surprising, considering the lifestyles of those that reside here. I've come all the way out here to locate this mysterious object so I'm really hoping that the damned thing exists. And if it does, will I be able to tell its effects with my appraisal skill? I haven't actually tested it out on anything out of the ordinary yet, despite how long it's been since the start of the game..' [break][break] Various thoughts had found themselves running wild within the mind of this dwarf but it wasn't all that long before the thoughts had ceased. It was as Hargrave had been rounding the corner that his senses would pick up on a man nearby shouting. Something about a theft from the sound of it. As unfortunate as it was to say, this was yet another common occurrence that could be expected within Ludwig. Even with that having been said though, Hargrave had found himself curious about how the matter would be resolved. His curiosity ultimately getting the better of him, the dwarf would find himself approaching the two that had been involved in the situation. Even as he had approached, however, Hargrave was sure to remain quiet.
As he did in front of any hostility, Prozac offered the kindest smile he could muster.
“Ah, forgive me sir. I’m afraid you must have gotten the wrong person, I’m nothing but a traveler in this area—”
“Kah! You took my money you scammer!” Prozac wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before the man repeated the exact same line. Not even the intonation had changed.
Prozac pursed his lips, unsure on how to face such a threat. Would he attack? Was this a problem he could figure out through diplomacy only?
“My apologies, would you like your money back then, kind sir?” He said, offered a small pouch with a few reserves of platinum.
Once again, something Asteria would most likely complain about if she were to find out.
The man grabbed hold of it in an aggressive motion.
“About time…” The man scowled, seeming to drop the violent reaction.
Prozac just held back a sigh.
“Now, may I ask again, do you know where I could find a pharmacy?”
But not even this could get him a proper answer, and instead, he watched as the NPC’s eyes were clouded with trepidation and hatred.
Now, this looks vaguely familiar…
“VAMPIRE!” The guy yelled, suddenly charging against him in an attack, and Prozac found himself so taken aback that he could hardly offer any reaction but fumbling a few steps backwards.
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 009 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] As Hargrave had continued to watch the scene unfold from a few feet away, he couldn't help but realize just how human-like one of the individuals involved had been. This would prompt him to scan the wrists of the more lifelike individual. Much like he had expected, his gaze would fall upon a barcode that had rested aimlessly on the individuals right wrist. Definitely a player then. [break][break] 'I wonder why this player is so curious about the pharmacy? Perhaps I should step in and assist them?' As the dwarf had contemplated this fact, his eyes would continue to scan over the pair ahead of him. From what he could tell, through the use of his special skill: [Detect Magic Item], there hadn't seemed to be anything of note on either of them. Nothing that had really stood out to the dwarf anyways. No real reason for him to get involved.. Not until the NPC had begun to lash out at the supposed vampire. [break][break] Despite all of his time within « ΔRK // FANTASY », this was the first time that Hargrave had actually encountered a heteromorph player. The race had a fear effect on most NPCs and often led to situations such as this one, so they tended to lay low from what he had read on the forums. An understandable reason for them to have found themselves in Ludwig. [break][break] Unfortunately there wasn't much time to think as the NPC had begun to rush towards the other player. Unsure as to whether or not the player could handle themself, Hargrave would instinctively rush between the player and the NPC. Given his low agility stat, he hadn't managed to get there as quickly as he would have liked. Once he had managed to get between the two, however, Hargrave would stand with his shields gestured out towards the pair, one shield towards each individual. Rather than rush into the player that Hargrave had intended on protecting, the man would bat against the shield that Hargrave had placed between them. [break][break] "This really isn't a safe place for you to be, you know?" From around the corner of one of his shields, Hargrave would peek towards the ghostly white player. "I suggest that you make some distance between yourself and this guy for the time being. I'll help you track down the pharmacy afterwards." Granted there was no way for him to enforce his will upon either individual. It was simply his way of trying to buy time for the player before other NPCs got involved.
The NPC tackled, and Prozac fumbled backwards, landing on his buttocks in a hurtful impact. Could have been much worse, though, had the man wielded any weapons.
Still, this left him in a tricky situation, for he was clearly not fast enough to get back on his feet before the next attack. Was he about to face yet another death before having even achieved anything? It was bothersome to say the least, he had not even shown any vamipric traits and he was about to get lynched by a furious NPC again.
But suddenly, someone came to his aid: a short guy. A really short guy. Dwarf, most likely.
Prozac chuckled, getting up without a single worry.
“You’re too kind, sir,” he said, taking a couple steps back as advised by the stranger.
The NPC roared, getting ready to attack once again. Seeing the mighty shield the dwarf carried, Prozac had no doubt the guy was perfectly capable of defending himself; but after having his ass saved by him, he could not bring himself to just stand to the side.
“Allow me to provide a little aid.”
Adjusting the gloves on his hands, Prozac did a quick gesture prompting thorny vines to emerge from the ground, surrounding the NPC and scratching his limbs as they tore through his clothes.
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 009 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] As much as he had appreciated the assistance that the supposed vampire had been offering, Hargrave could only dwell on how annoying this situation might devolve into if the pair hadn't made their immediate escape. While there weren't exactly guard NPCs that had wandered around in these parts, there was a plethora of mob like NPCs that had acted as protection for those that were down here. To Hargrave, it was evident that the situation would only worsen if they hadn't headed out here and now. [break][break] Just as Hargrave was about to shove the NPC away from himself, the pale skinned man that had stood beside him had called upon a ring of thorny vines. These vines had scraped the NPCs clothing up pretty good and had been acting to hold the man back for the time being. Seeing that this was an opportune moment for the duo, Hargrave would raise his pair of tower shields from the ground and would book it in the other direction. "Come on! Let's get out of here while we still can!" [break][break] Given his short stature and his overall low agility, Hargrave had found that he hadn't been making all that much distance between himself and the NPC. Even with that brought into consideration though, he had still managed to reach the next corner before anything serious had occurred. Finding that the corner had led down an alleyway, Hargrave had immediately hit a right and rushed down the alleyway, eventually making it behind a dumpster. [break][break] In the event that the other player had followed along after him, Hargrave would gesture for the man to join him. Otherwise he would hide on his own for a few minutes, a heavy sigh slipping forth from his lips, as he had continued to wait things out. Either way, Hargrave was just glad that he had managed to get the man away from the NPC. If a vampiric player had been discovered down here, where just about everything was lawless, he could only imagine what would happen to the player.
“Yessir!” Was all Prozac exclaimed as he chased after the dwarf with a lackluster speed of his own.
However, he the smile on his face hardly made him look any more distressed than an elementary-school kid playing tag during break. He let out a muted chuckle as soon as they had found themselves in a safe enough hideout, as if amused by the occurring events.
“You’re a real hero, kind sir! I’m afraid I was about to find myself in real trouble,” he commented, resting the back of his head against a wall as he allowed himself to catch his breath. “The name’s Prozac, by the way. Doctor Prozac.”
He then reached out a hand to the inside of his pocket, dragging out a small, ugly and visibly handmade presentation card, reading the words: Dr. Prozac - psychiatrist, psychologist, therapist and researcher.
(Not that he had ever gotten any of those degrees, but in all honesty, Prozac was of the opinion that college education was far too overrated).
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 009 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] "A real hero," Hargrave would ask whilst remaining crouched behind the dumpster, his tower shields likely sticking just out far enough to peak over the dumpster itself. As he had asked his question, a tinge of red would subtly appear over his cheeks. It was fairly evident that he had been a tad embarrassed over such a claim. "I don't know about all of that.. If anything, I'm just aware of what kind of people reside down here. And quite frankly? I wasn't willing to stand aside wand watch you get mauled by the NPCs that inhabited this area. Vampire or not." [break][break] It wouldn't take long for Hargrave's vision to descend to the card that had remained within Prozac's hand. "Prozac, huh? And a doctor no less? Quite the interesting username, all things considered. What with you being a psychiatrist and whatnot." It shouldn't be too much of a surprise that Hargrave had known what Prozac was in the real world. Given their overall situation with the downfall of the world, he likely wasn't the only one that would be aware of such an antidepressant. [break][break] Given their current situation, Hargrave would wait a couple of minutes before deciding to head out with Prozac in tow. Just as he had said he would, the dwarf was heading off towards the only pharmacy that he had been aware of down in Ludwig. He had given his word that he would escort the supposed vampire and if nothing else, Hargrave was a man of his word. Unless the situation called for him not to be. The only downside was having to navigate the smoggy streets of Ludwig while avoiding the NPCs that had been scattered about throughout the area. [break][break] As the pair had snaked their way through the city, Hargrave would keep his voice low and continue to communicate with the man. "So what exactly brings you here, doc? Aside from the whole pharmacy thing? Are you hoping to find employment there, given your profession, or is this some other kind of matter?" It likely wasn't the most respectful thing for Hargrave to be prying into the mans decisions, and yet such a thought hadn't occurred to him. He had simply been attempting to maintain a sense of companionship and communication. "Not sure if the owners of this clinic are willing to take on others."
“You’re a noble man, err… Sorry, I’m afraid I still haven’t gotten your name,” Prozac asks with a polite grin. “But yeah, I guess things aren’t all too easy for us Vampire folk, haha… perhaps had I known just how much trouble it would bring, I would have picked something different.”
He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes in tranquility for an instant.
“Ah, so you’ve noticed! Yes, the name does indeed come from the medication, I like the way it rolls out your tongue. Prozac, Prozac, Prozac…” He swayed his head from side to side as he cooed.
He then proceeded to follow Hargrave around. He had no particular direction in mind, and the dwarf seemed eager to show him the way, so he just silently complied, trailing after him, until they eventually reached the… Oh, right, the pharmacy.
“Well, I’ll be honest. I wasn’t really looking for a pharmacy,” he confessed, scratching the back of his neck. “I actually came because I heard the NPCs around were acting… strange. I just wanted to check on that, indulge my curiosity and see what it was all about. I was lucky enough to find one of the weird ones on my first try!”
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 09 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] "Ah! Right! How rude of me!" Realizing that he had yet to introduce himself, Hargrave would anxiously take a couple of steps back. The fact that he had forgotten such a crucial part of getting to knock another person had set his cheeks a deep crimson tone. It was true that he hadn't interacted with others all that much, despite his desire to corner the market on Magicrafting, but to think that he would forget such an important thing! "P-please forgive me for that..! My name is Vide-, er, I mean, Hargrave." [break][break] In a bout of embarrassment and overall social anxiety, Hargrave would attempt to place his hands against his waste. Given that he was dual wielding a pair of heavy tower shields however, the entire thing had looked rather ridiculous. "I am Hargrave. Level nine Great Shielder. Crafter of magical goods!" An excessive amount of unnecessary information would pour forth from his lips as he had tried to blow past having forgotten to introduce himself. [break][break] Thankfully the two hadn't lingered on the subject for all that long, Prozac going on to mention that they were more so looking for NPCs that were exhibiting odd behaviors. A bug in the system perhaps? Or an impairment that had been inflicted upon them from an item, skill, or spell? Hargrave's mind couldn't help but wander as he had thought on the origin of NPCs portraying such odd behaviors. If such a thing were true, than it could stem from any plethora of things. Hells, it could even stem from a mission of some sorts. [break][break] "I see, I see." Stopping completely in his tracks, Hargrave would start to awkwardly rub at his chin. "That definitely seems like the kind of thing that might catch the interest of others. Especially for someone such as yourself, that specializes in mental health and the likes." Supposedly anyways. There was no real way to tell whether 'Doctor' Prozac was a real doctor or not. In a world such as this one, they could simply be roleplaying. Not that it really mattered to Hargrave any. [break][break] "In that case, I apologize for pulling you away from the man back there. If you'd like, I am more than willing to assist you in tracking these NPCs down. I'd be lying if I were to say that I wasn't interested in the cause." The dwarf would then proceed to raise his right hand before idly tapping at the area just below his right eye. "If these strange behaviors are coming from an item of some kind, I should be able to tell you just what the item is upon encountering it. And if it stems from some kind of monster? Well I can offer my services as a tank. Just.. I would prefer not to harm any of the non-crazed NPCs. It wouldn't do for me to have the town guard after me."
“Oh, please! No need to be nervous. I’m still in debt with you for saving me, remember? If anything I should be the one humbled,” He tilts his head, smiling with fondness at the guy. “Well then, Hargrave, it's a pleasure to meet you. You surely seem like a capable individual.”
He pauses for a minute, studying the man’s stance as he takes mental note of his behavior. Proud, yet awkward—and a dwarf. Was that a popular decision for a race? Perhaps due to strategic reasons? This man did seem the kind to place importance in such matters.
He nods in agreement as he hears Hargrave comment on the NPC situation. “Yup~ That’s exactly what it's about. But as I said earlier, there is no need to apologize. I would have found myself in quite a prickle if that guy had alerted others. I might be able to respawn, but death is still far from a pleasant thing to experience, much less when it comes from a horde of angry NPCs.”
Prozac held back from adding that he had previous experience with the issue, deciding that there was no need to bother this stranger with his numerous collection of careless deaths. Instead, he allowed the topic to end there.
“Well, who am I to deny such a kind hearted offer? You’ve really been a gift from the heavens. And worry not, I’m not particularly keen on hurting the NPCs either; if anything, I would like the opposite. They’re much more interesting when they’re alive and well.”
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 09 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] Hero. Capable individual. These were things that Hargrave was assuredly not used to hearing from actual people. It was one thing to read it as a line of text on a screen but to hear it from another player? Such compliments were enough to slightly overwhelm the dwarf. Where his cheeks were red initially, they would only darken in color. If he was going to make it through this encounter without overheating from praise than he was going to have to divert the attention away from himself. This was the only way that he could see forward. "I.. I don't know about all that. But thank you nonetheless. It is my greatest pleasure to be of service.." For a ghost of a moment, his gaze would flicker off to another direction before ultimately settling back down on Prozac. "A-anyways..." [break][break] When it came to the matter of death, Hargrave couldn't exactly relate. He had been lucky in regards to haven't experienced character death yet. This was initially due to the fact that he had emphasized defense over everything else but now it was a bit different. By this point, Hargrave hadn't really found himself willingly undergoing experiences that he was sure to fail in. It was actually due to this decision that Hargrave hadn't encountered any of Siegfried's mobs yet. Wraiths, Gorechimera's, ravenous duneworms, and cerebi. Each creature that was central to Siegfried had been twenty levels higher than him at a minimum. In the eyes of this dwarf, there was simply no need to undergo such a risk without any clear reward. [break][break] "Being beaten down by an angry mob of NPCs is definitely one of the things that I would avoid if I were you. It doesn't sound pleasant in the slightest.. That being the case, if we end up encountering any such dangers whilst searching out and about for this cause of yours, I shall do what I can to ensure that the mobs focus primarily on me. In that event, you'll have to help me take them down a peg." [break][break] Yet another compliment would spill forth from Prozac's lips by this point; Prozac themself calling Hargrave a gift from the heavens. It was becoming a bit too much for the young man that had very rarely ever been acknowledged by others for anything outside of his technical expertise. "S-since we're already here.." He would begin to gesture towards the doors to the clinic. "We should at least discuss with the players inside whether or not they know anything about what's been going on, right? If you want to that is. Otherwise, we can hit the streets and try to ascertain what's going on on our own. If I pick up on anything, I'll be sure to say the word right away."
Seeing as the man was growing perhaps too flustered, Prozac makes a mental note to cut it with the compliments, even though he found that they often came to him rather naturally, specially when he kept on offering assistance in such kind manners.
“I’ll be counting on you, then. Thank you, Hargrave,” he says instead, beaming.
He listens attentively at his suggestion, doing his best not to show just how entertaining his nervousness is to him.
“Oh, players!” Prozac exclaims, his eyes widening in an excited light. “You are so right! I had been so focused on the NPCs I forgot there are other players around the area. Let’s do that, then, I’m sure someone around here must know something.”
As per Hargrave had suggested, Prozac approaches the clinic. It is dark, much like everything in Ludwig, but he guesses it seems clean enough. He takes a seat by a bored-looking girl, tattoos of thorns and roses adorning the right side of her face.
She does not seem too friendly, but Prozac has never truly minded that.
“Good afternoon, fair lady, may I ask if you’re from around the area?”
The girl darts him a cold glare before looking away.
“Whatever it is you’re after, quit it. I’m not interested.”
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 09 GREAT SHIELDER
[attr="class","liliya-post-1"]
[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] As the pair had headed inside of the clinic, in their search for answers, Hargrave couldn't help but look around the interior of the clinic itself. This was the first time that the man had found himself inside of a clinic, of any sort really. Whether it be in the game world or that of a virtual world. The overall lack of being able to traverse the outside world would contribute to that in the real world but in this one? Well that was simply due to his overwhelming defenses when compared to the things that he often found himself squaring off against. [break][break] Just from the look of the interior alone, Hargrave wasn't sure whether he had enjoyed the place or not. The overhear lighting had been both dim and a bit sketchy, overall allowing for the dwarf to feel a sense of unease at the place. Perhaps this was one of the factors that would prevent him from entering a clinic in the future. Perhaps not. Either way, the dwarf hadn't been sure of how to feel in this moment. Especially with the standoffish personality of the woman nearby. A receptionist of some sort, if he had to guess. [break][break] 'This doesn't really feel like my cup of tea but I'll keep that to myself. Best to just keep quiet and allow for Prozac to do their thing.' As these thoughts had run through the dwarfs mind, he would continue to scan the area before him. As he had done so, he was sure to keep a keen eye out for any magical goods that might be in the area. It wouldn't take long for his gaze to fully settle on the tattooed woman, his passive skill detecting that she had indeed held at least a single magic item within her inventory. Something for the dwarf to keep in mind, all things considered. [break][break] Unfortunately for the dwarf himself, the woman's frosty gaze would soon find purchase upon him. Whether that was due to the fact that both Hargrave and Prozac had remained after she had sent them on their way, or due to his ever wandering gaze, she wouldn't quite say. One thing was for certain though. The tattooed woman had found herself growing annoyed with Hargrave's presence at the very least. "And while you're at it? Tell your friend here to stop scoping out the joint." [break][break] Having found himself called out, Hargrave would cease his antics and pull his gaze towards Prozac instead. In a hushed tone, he would lean in towards Prozac and find himself saying, "So what exactly is the plan here? It's clear that we're unwanted here.. And there is only so much that I can really do to alleviate the situation."
Prozac just gives a brief smirk towards Hargrave in an attempt to ease his worries, and returns his attention to the lady.
“Please, worry not. We don’t really want anything from you, except from asking a few questions…”
“Look, you’re not from around here and I get it.” She interrupts, “But there’s something y’ought to know. Us folk have each other’s back, and whoever you’re trailing, I won’t snitch.”
Prozac opens his mouth, then closes it, eyes wide open, like a fish. He had been about to reassure her that they were not attempting to have her snitch on anyone, but her defensiveness was quick to catch the guy’s attention.
He managed to pull himself back together and display cordiality once again.
“I see. Does this include NPCs?” He wonders.
The woman rolls her eyes, letting out a frustrated sighs.
“No, I guess it doesn’t, but if they’re bothering you, there’s not much I can do. Not like I control them.”
