Patch 17 (Realm of Arkon) (39 page)

"She won't come," he said to his dour neighbor. "Why don't we group up and do some quests instead?"

"How did you..." The other guy looked at him with suspicion.

"It's all over your face," said Max. "You'll thank her later. Nothing worse than being with a woman that's staying with you for reasons other than love."

"Like you know anything..." The guy crossed his arms and proceeded to stare at the ground.

"Trust me, I had the same happen to me six months ago. But things are different in real life. Here you have every chance to keep on sitting until new players start to arrive in thousands. Didn't you just tell me that the early arrivals are the really desperate ones..."

"But she said she'd come," the guy's shoulders slumped. "I've waited a whole day already."

"Maybe she's still mustering up her resolve," Max decided to sugarcoat it. "Could be a whole lot of reasons. Anyway, there's no point waiting any further. Once we earn some money, you can call her and ask her why she didn't come."

The guy shook his head and also rose.

"You're probably right," he admitted with a sigh, and offered Max a handshake. "I'm Sergei—I mean, Luffy. It's probably best you call me that. Go ahead and throw me an invite."

"Maximilian, or, rather, Max," the newfangled warrior chortled. "I've already read your nickname, although it's probably best to get introduced the old-fashioned way."

"I agree," the young man nodded. "I'm from Kiev, by the way."

"We're almost neighbors," Max smiled. "I'm from Moscow. But Moscow and Kiev don't exist for us anymore," he sighed. "There are just two pointy-eared characters from Sunlit Forest. By the way, isn't that a weird name for a dark elf location? I would think they'd make it a bit more sinister. Is it that way?" He pointed toward the NPCs standing watch.

"That's right," Luffy nodded. "Let's go see Mentor Wasisname. Let him get his mentoring on..."

"There's something else I'd like to know," asked Max as they set off towards the tree. "I more or less get where these are coming from," he nodded toward the dancers. "They are just overjoyed to be immortal or free from real world problems. But there should be regular players here as well. Those who just logged in to play and were taken unawares by the whole thing..."

"The game is more than four years old now, and there aren't that many newcomers," Luffy eyed the piece of hardtack he'd just fished out of his bag, shook his head and put it back. "A whole crowd gathered here yesterday—three hundred at least. Everyone was yelling..." He pointed toward the guards. "These guys were placed there as a result. A fat load of good it's gonna do them..."

"So where did they all go?"

"Some headed for Ellorian, to the game administration building or whatever it's called officially. Others scattered all over the place—probably drinking their grief away in one of the neighboring villages. There are lots of locations around here—all of them for elf noobs, about forty miles across. Thirty settlements alone, and each has an inn with a bar.

"Where'd you get the money for the drinks?"

"The two of us may be paupers," Luffy smiled back, "but serious players wasted no time in transferring real money. Also, the regular sour stuff won't cost more than thirty copper, so we can drink to our acquaintance as soon as we make that much."

"We're here to see Mentor Almaren," said Max to the guards to set their minds at ease once he and Luffy reached the tree.

"Level six," one of the guards pointed upward with his thumb, his eyes full of irony as he gave them a sideways glance. "Watch your step, and don't even think of scratching anything on the walls."

"Or else?" inquired Luffy.

"Marlorien will simply throw the idiot out," the elf frowned, "and falling from one of the top levels is a sure way to the cemetery, unless the idiot in question had managed to grow wings. I don't see any on you."

"I wasn't going to scratch anything, anyway," the newfangled mage reassured the guard, and they entered the enormous hollow that served as the entrance.

"Why the hell did you provoke him?" asked Max as they ascended the spiral staircase, although calling it a staircase would be somewhat misleading, since it had no stairs, looking more like a wooden path going up the trunk, exiting at some point and coiling around the tree like a snake.

"Like I should let an NPC order me around."

"Now look here," Max stopped and put his hand on his companion's shoulder. "Did you forget where we are? Or do you have a logout button somewhere? You say he's an NPC, but he's just a fellow dark elf to you and me, and this tree," he gently ran his hand across the warm bark, "might become your home someday. Don't you ever forget it, please."

"I get it, and I'm sorry," the mage sighed heavily. "Now I'll have to get used to lots of things."

"What did he call the tree, by the way?"

"Marlorien. If I'm not mistaken,
lorien
stands for 'flowering' in Tolkien's works, and
mar
is probably 'building.' The devs tried to adapt the game to the elvish lore as much as they could—let's be grateful we aren't being forced to actually speak their language..."

"So we won't be able to chop down a single tree now, will we?"

"Nah, it ain't that bad. Only this kind of tree is sentient—the rest are supposed to be the regular sort, I think. But if you start chopping things down left and right, some pointy-eared forest ranger is bound to take you to task for it. Anyway, enough standing around—let's go see Almaren. Who was the idiot who stuck him all the way up there? Do we have to climb trees for each and every quest now?"

"You should have chosen an orc," Max chortled. "It would be yurts all the way."

"Nope, the orcs have only got shamans, and I'm not too fond of dancing around a bonfire beating a frame drum. The folks from the forum also said it was rather hard to get used to protruding fangs on the lower jaw. We have it easy," Luffy pulled his ear a few times and turned his head to face Max. "Those are normal ears, more or less—not bunny ears or anything, after all... Those fangs, though, you can't exactly have a dentist pull them out. But tell me one thing..."

"What is it?"

"Why the hell did you choose a warrior? It's a world of magic, after all—something we don't have on Earth. Didn't you find it exciting?"

"Well, warriors have access to some spells, too," Max smiled. "Let me see how sick you get of all that magic in about a thousand years."

"In about a thousand years I'll become the Lord of Darkness, and the princesses of the lands I will have conquered will serve me dinner clad in nothing whatsoever."

"Don't tell anyone about your plans, o Luffy the Terrible," Max made a frightened face. "You never know—it might make surviving long enough to become a lord somewhat challenging. By the way, does your nickname mean anything?"

"Straw Hat Luffy is the protagonist of an incredibly popular Japanese manga—a type of comic book. I lived in Japan with my parents as a kid, and got hooked on all that stuff," he explained. "Luffy ate a Devil Fruit and became a rubber man as a result—his body could stretch for many yards."

"Don't tell anyone—one gets bizarre associations." Max coughed. "Aren't you old enough to switch to hentai, anyway?"

"What kind of associations..." the mage started to speak, but checked himself. "Bah," he made a dismissive gesture, "why didn't you follow that chick with big eyes yourself?"

"For lack of time and desire. But in a thousand years I'll ask you for a few princesses—dressed ones, preferably. Dressing a woman can get rather expensive, you know."

"We'll see," Luffy grunted as they stopped before a wide entrance leading inside the tree. "Have we really reached it at last?"

Almaren—a tall gray-haired man with sharp features—turned out to be a level 250 druid. He was sitting at the far end of a spacious room, reclining against the back of an armchair that grew right out of the floor, and thinking about something with a great deal of concentration and his eyes half-closed. The mentor was wearing leather armor with a silvery pattern upon it. His helmet, which looked like a moose head with large antlers, lay on a short round table in front of him, next to a staff emitting a pale green light.

"Mentor Almaren?" Max inquired politely as they entered.

"Two more?" The druid snapped out of his reverie, looked somberly in their direction, and gestured them to approach. "Come closer."

When they approached, gingerly treading the soft floor and looking at the furniture that grew out of the walls and the floor, the mentor sized them up, looking skeptical, scratched his cleanly-shaved chin and said:

"A warrior and a mage, eh? Well, now…"             

You've accessed the quest: Alisha Leafwhisper.

Quest type: normal.

Find Alisha Leafwhisper in Armilan and tell her Mentor Almaren sent you.

Reward: experience.

You've accessed the quest: Artainor Bearson.

Quest type: normal.

Find Artainor Bearson in Armilan and tell him Mentor Almaren sent you.

Reward: experience.

You've accessed the quest: Sunny Spring.

Quest type: normal.

Fill a rock crystal vial with water from the Sunny Spring in the Golden Copse of Sunlit Forest and bring it back to Mentor Almaren.

Reward: experience, Scroll of Full Healing.

Attention! Scrolls of Full Healing can only be used in starting locations. They will disappear from your inventory if you leave.

You've accessed the quest: Return to the Mentor.

Quest type: normal.

Complete all the quests given to you by Alisha Leafwhisper and Artainor Bearson, and report back to Mentor Almaren once you're done.

Reward: experience, ordinary weapon of your choosing.

"Alisha will give you the crystal vial. You may go," Almaren pointed to the door and resumed his contemplation.

"Is that it?" asked Luffy, taken aback by the brisk treatment.

"What else did you want?" Almaren sighed heavily and looked at him the way one might look at an annoying insect.

"Some kind of greeting, at least? Something along the lines of 'Welcome to Sunlit Forest, venerable Max and Luffy! I'm so glad you're finally here. Times are tough, and the dark elf race really needs all the help it can get from heroes such as yourselves...'" This was uttered in stentorian tones with a grand gesture of the hands.

The room was perfectly silent for about ten seconds. The druid's stare, directed at Luffy, went from irritated to surprised, and then...
This must be how sane people look at incurable asylum patients,
thought Max. With just a tiny bit of pity and disgust.

"Harrumph," Almaren cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his hand. "Heroes, is it now. I'll disappoint you a bit," he shook his head. "There's only one venerable person in this room. Guess who it might be? Or, rather, answer my question," his eyes fell on Max. "Is everyone such a dolt back where you came from?"

"Dolts, are we now?" the young guy hissed through clenched teeth, looking the mentor straight in the eye. "Watch it, you moosehead."

"Or else what?" Almaren harrumphed again, apparently having let the "moosehead" slide. "Tone down your arrogance, young man—it isn't backed up by anything, and the same goes for the crowd that tested my patience to the limits for six hours yesterday. Prove you're worth something, and then we'll talk."

"We lose all our skills when we come to this world," Max proceeded in a calmer fashion. "So we have to start everything from scratch."

"Your companion mentioned tough times," the druid chuckled. "I'm not sure what he meant, but I have a hunch that heroes such as yourselves can totally handle the task of awakening the sleeping soil."

You've accessed the quest: Sleeping Soil.

Quest type: unique.

Receive special tools from Immalah the Herbalist and till the area where the soil is asleep.

Reward: experience, increased reputation in the Armilan Village, 1 gold, the ability to learn the Herbalist profession.

Attention! All the other quests remain inactive until the present quest is completed.

"Soil in the northern outskirts of Armilan is dormant, and we cannot wake it with our usual methods. Other races use tilling to awaken their soil. If you want to be treated well, this quest provides you with an excellent opportunity. That's it. Now go... I have already wasted too much of my time on you..."

"Are you aware that your tongue is your greatest enemy?" Max sighed, looking sideways at Luffy as they descended.

"Like yours is a friend," the wizard chortled. "Or was it me who called him a moosehead?"

"My tongue is friendly enough. You can pick up a profession at level 10, while we have one available to us at level 1. One gold coin is around a hundred bucks each."