Players and more than you can handle...

Taking to the sky on your obsidian black wings you follow the treetops, skimming and breezing through the foliage and keeping the partially overgrown path directly under you. Feeling the wind underneath your wings is quite exhilarating, and you get lost in the feeling for quite some time. You aren’t sure how long you have been following the trail, when you begin to smell smoke. Scanning around you can see the pale grey and white stream coming up through the trees to your left. Not knowing what you are flying into but thinking it may be dangerous to just drop on top of whoever or whatever made the fire., you decide to slow down and come to a halt in a tree nearby making sure to use all the natural stealth you have at your disposal to see but not be seen.

Sitting at a campfire are two of the vilest creatures you could think to come across out here, Players. Taking a good look, the nearest you can see more letters float in your vision this time you think they may be names. Vanessa Blackhand Rogue Lv 2, She stands maybe 5’ 8” with milk white skin, emerald, green eyes glitter in the morning sun. Long black hair in a ponytail runs down the center of her back. A long, gorgeous neck tapers in 36c breasts barely contained with a black and red leather corset, could this be some type of armor you think to yourself. Tight black leather pants hug her like a second skin and run into leather knee high boots. OK so maybe it has been a while since you last saw a female of any species, its not like the amount of detail you take in with a glance is creepy or anything... right? If not for the many belts of studded leather wrapped around her with the glint of sheathed knives, you may have flown down and tried to steal a kiss or four. But on the other side of the fire stood a massive man, one who you could admit if only to yourself scared you. As you focus on him, his name shimmers into existence right above his head. Adam Longstick Barbarian Lv 5, He was a tower of rippling tan muscles standing 6’ 8” and as wide as an oak at the shoulders, tapering down his six-pack glistened in the morning light. His long blonde hair billowing as if the wind itself wanted to rub in your face how much his lesser you were. His leather pants the only clothing he wore besides the head of a massive battle axe over his shoulder.

“How much longer on the stew woman?” Adam was grunting.

“If you don’t want to wait until it’s done perhaps you would like some raw mutton to chew on meathead.” Was the sarcastic reply from Vanessa.

Adam made a sour face and stuck his tongue out behind Vanessa’s back, not the response his massive frame would have suggested that he make. But he kept quiet as Vanessa sat stirring the stew. Perhaps this is my chance I could ambush them, no no that’s no good even ambushing them I would still get massacred you argued with yourself. But the voice argues more, it’s annoying when it does that. But what if?