Newb at the gate

[Caligatio/Adel]

A bright light flared as the yellow portal brought Caligatio into existence in front of the chaos gate. She slowly looked around her, looking like the total n00b she was. This was her first time logging into [the world], in fact she had just finished creating her character.

"What is this big thing" Caligatio thought out loud as she walked around the chaos gate, inspecting it closely. ohhhhh, this must be a chaos gate... "Now how do you turn it on? Maybe I shoulda read the manual a little more thoroughly ^^;" I've gota start leveling quick, maybe I can catch up to my friends before the get back from winter vacation. Caligatio stood there for a while, trying to figure out how exactly she was supposed to use this thing to go to an area, scrolling through area words with a clueless expression on her face.

[Kite of the Azure Flame]

(Sorry for not replying sooner, I couldn't think of anything)

Kite logs into the game and sighs softly. Work was keeping him away from the game until he found some time to actually get on.

Damn winter seasons keeping me from here...at least I found some time to get on. Yet when I get on...none of my friends are on. Figures as much.

Kite just shakes his head after looking at his friends list and sees a girl. Her facial expression clearly showed that she was new to the game and he grins. Hmmm, she could keep away the boredom. It's always fun helping new players.

"You look new here, would you like some help figuring out the game? And before you ask, I'm not a PKer. I'm just a player in the game that loves helping new people out and making new friends."

[Roka]

Roka felt the gentle caress of sweet scented breeze cling to his face. Light commotion distracted his spacial expression from the exquisite yet simply elegance of the new player's server. It was great for hunting. Roka was quite the notorious ass, if you will, and known for it.

Nefarious smirk danced around his lips and slowly twisted into a vortex of morbid intent. He espied Kite; a player he heard about amongst the lips of others, their subtle whispers and and disgruntled tales of pessimism and genuine kindness towards the player...

His legs hung over a building he had rested atop and the crescent of his scythe bit dangerously at the edge, the sharpness like venom. Both Roka and the weapon wanted to play...