A one on one between Frauxst and Wistful Beast Exhilarating. That was the best way to describe Lemuria. A totally life reviving breath of fresh air. The first time he had played, albeit for only five minutes, Drake couldn't believe the total immersion. Every tactile sensation the human mind could interpret, every sight vibrant yet pleasing to the eye, the very world around him was alive and real and it felt more so than even his own world. In those five minutes Drake had explored the starting area and ignored everything else, enjoying the breathing virtual world around him. Now though, now he had till the end of eternity to explore this ever expanding virtual world, and with a friend. Lemuria, the greatest Virtual Reality, True Immersion, MMORPG in the entirety of human history. One million in game square miles and growing each month, literally thousands of quests, hundreds of thousands of NPCs, dozens of cities, towns, a plethora of monsters. And of course, the classic battle of Light Vs. Dark with a Neutral gray in the middle. Could there ever be a more perfect world to live in till the end of time? Drake doubted it. Wait, no, not Drake anymore. The HUD, still in his view along with the other controls. His immersion wasn't complete yet, he could go by Drake for now. In his mind at least, everyone else would call him his new name. Frauxst. Frozen Prince in the elven tongue. Befitting of a Snow Elf, and odd since no other snow elf had it. Also of note, you weren't totally detached from the original world, as he liked to call it. You had the ability to look on Lemuria's wikia, and you can even view video feeds and some aspects of the internet. Contacting people was another matter, though that would come later. But these are all idle thoughts distracting from the current situation. The young warrior was beginning his new journey, his new life in this world of fantasy and adventure, and like everyone else, you start from the beginning. At current he had no alliance either way towards light, dark, or neutral. As a Spellsword his kind could shift to either light or dark, and as a Snow Elf his inclination was neutral. A true blank slate. Either way he still had two messages in his inbox, the basic in game messages from the two sides beckoning for a new follower. At least the light was beckoning, the dark was hard to find. In this world, there was an excess of Light. Almost sickeningly so. Especially since his starting area near Illumii, one of the largest cities of Light in the game, more specifically he was in the Forest of Evergreen, a clever way to refer to the start area of most greenhorns. Let's read those messages. "Frauxst. What a wonder to see a new face in Illumnii, especially one so stark white and noble. Truly, you must be one destined for Light. A natural with sword and magic, adaptable. I hope to see you join us." Killian, Guildmaster of The Guild of Light in Illumnii. So far, the light was sickening. The second message read. "You will find no allies in this city. A city of false light ruled by those who shine it. Seek the darkness if you will, but know this. Light, is not always the right choice." Harkon, Guildmaster of The Guild of Dark in Illumnii. The city map said no such place existed, while the guild of light was smack dab in the middle of the city. Odd. Though, why would such a place exist in a city of light. Frauxst was in the forest, leaned against an ancient oak. Hawk like eyes picking out his HUD. His current quest was Master. Find a grizzled old Spellsword living deep in the forest. Three hundred meters away. A five minute walk, at worst. They never start you too far from sanctuary do they? Frauxst began his trudge through the forest, pushing aside thick leaves and walking straight through bushes. It'd be best to meet his mentor before engaging in any wildlife. Albeit the only things he saw were level 1, no aggro Rabbits. A Mother Rabbit could be near by and hear the cries. No need to be swarmed. So within those five minutes, exactly, the tall snowy elf found himself at the entrance of a quaint little hut. Doubtlessly the home of his mentor. "Hello. I'm looking for a Spellsword." Frauxst entered and was immediately met with a gray, middle aged man sitting at a table, a sword in his hands but pointed to the ground, wedged into the floor boards. Dull, blind eyes seemed the stare straight through Frauxst. A gray cloak hid his upper half, though it was obvious the old man was strong, of body and mind. The prompt above his head said Griswold. For his own amusement Frauxst imagined his name continued on to say Griswold, The Grizzled. It brought a smile to the elf's face. Master, Complete! Reward: New Mentor Continuation: Master II, gain an apprenticeship under Griswold and begin to learn the ways of the Spellsword Frauxst took one step forward. "You must be Griswold. I am Frauxst, an aspiring Spellsword, I've been sent to seek your guidance."