Virtual reality is a roleplay site about, as the name suggests, a virtual universe. In the not to distant future scientists created a high tech video game called The Game. The Game was not originally called the Game, but when the war broke out, everyone forgot what the real name was, and it was referred to as the Game. Not long after they developed another version. They made it for fun, but over time it has become dangerous. The Government has banned the game from being used, except by the military for training, but a resistance has arisen and gotten possession of the game. The Rebellion is fighting the tyrannical Government to regain rights for civilians and to free the world of cruel leaders. Little does anyone know, but the game is still used for fun on another planet colonized by Earth, but has long since been forgotten. A rebellion is in its infant stages on the world of Zeme, will it be able to bring down the Vlad from its remote base, or will it fail to grow? Will the resistance be able to crush the Vlad and help the Rebellion on Earth, and free the people of Zeme of the tyrannical government? Will the people on Zeme discover the war going on in their beloved game or will they remain ignorant? Will the resistance bring down the Vlad, or will the Vlad prevail and punish the rebels and their sympathizers?
Obviously you've noticed the involuntary change pushed on us. Sadly this meant I had to rework all of the coding. That unfortunately led to us restarting out money count. There will be little change until I can figure out more about this new system. I will still manually take the money from your account when you purchase something. As of now you will only receive 1 penny from posting and exalting will give none. There is also a bank with a 1.5% interest that you can deposit money into. It is found at the bottom left of the screen. There is a stock market there temporarily, but I will likely remove it soon. There is also a possibility of us adding jobs soon with wages.
Dyer continued on his way down the tunnel. When the troll roared he stopped for a few moments before continuing. Am I the only person who knows how to do things silently? He shook his head and promptly kicked an old helmet down the cave, it banging loudly on every rock in its way. Crap.
A minute later a point of light glowed on the wall fifty feet ahead of him, its low, flickering shine destroying what little vision he had in the gloom. Before long five men entered his tunnel, lit by the torches in their hands. Their fancy helmets reflecting the orange of the flames. They were of the group he was hunting.
Dyer gripped his new short sword, its different shape uncomfortable to him. His footsteps stopped as he waited for the men to come to him. As they neared he changed his mind about killing them and let them pass his invisible form none the wiser.
He hurried down the tunnel, their camp had to be close now.
Lilly slashed the last goblin's chest open, watching as its blood came out in cascading waterfalls. Turning away from the bodies, Lilly left the loot for any other players that may come across it. Lifting her head she howled, the sound was short, cut off as she realized what she had been doing. Don't be dumb, Lilly. The human was starting to dominate the instincts of the wolf, she was starting to think more and more of her quest. With a shake of her head she loped out to the 'room' and started down the hallway again.
Wandering through the halls using her nose as a guide Lilly squinted as a light started to appear in front of her. The wolfish grin came back and every muscle in her body tensed waiting for a fight, ready to start one. A growl inaudible to human ears left her. I really hope that this is the group. They are in for a surprise.
Fortis swore quietly to himself. The tunnel he was in led to a dead end. He tried to back track, but despite his numerous skills, navigating dark places like a rat wasn't one of them. Suddenly, Fortis heard the soft murmuring of voices.
I hope it isn't more goblins, I've had enough of those blasted creatures. If it was those little green things again, it would only the latest of in his series of adventures in the impenetrable black. First I got lost looking for gangsters, then I slaughtered a tribe of pathetic goblins, dueled a troll and stole a dragon's egg. Now I am am back to being lost. What next?
Forts patted the small, precious egg and secured it in a pouch. After drawing his sword, Fortis cautiously crept forward until he could see into the light. He blinked several times from the brightness before he could make out the figures within. Instantly, he recognized the men. They were the prey he was hunting. Gripping his sword, Fortis analyzed the room, then made up his mind.
Dyer rounded a couple of quick corners and the camp came into view. A raging fire burned in the center of a good sized cavern. Bedrolls were laid out around the fire. Horses were tied up on the opposite side. A number of people roamed around. He recognized a few of them as the men that attacked he and his companions. Immediately his eyes began searching for his weapons. His swords were off to the side in a pile of unused weapons. It took him another minute to find the poison. The pouch it was carried in was being examined by a wizard. Can't let him figure it out
Dyer backed up, out of view of the camp, and let himself become visible. He gripped his new sword and stepped into the cavern.
Lilly let her growl build as the light of the fire got closer and closer, the scent of Fortis and Dyer were slightly familiar and she almost hesitated to step free of the shadows. Almost. With a grin that was borderline insane the wolf stepped into the light. A low growl rumbled from her chest as she sized the men up. Not going to walk away unscathed, but they certainly aren't. Her claws scraped at the stone beneath her paws and she waited, she wasn't going to make the first move, no, let them make their mistakes.
With a terrible cry, Fortis charged into the dimly lit cavern. The unexpectedly sudden, horrible noise struck fear into the hearts of the men. They stumbled back fumbling for their weapons. A man screamed as he tripped face first into the fire.
Fortis fell upon the criminals. The surprised gangsters were no match for the trained warrior. He slashed one, the man dropped without a sound. Or head. Ducking, Fortis parried a blow from a bearded man. With a thrust, the man grunted and joined his downed friend on the floor.
As suddenly as the attack began, it stopped. The criminals had gotten over their surprise and pressed forward. Despite his skill and force, Fortis' impetus floundered. It was all he could do to hold them off. More fighters streamed from the tunnels. For every gangster he dispatched, two more took his place. I wish I had thought this through. I can hold them off, but not for long. He stabbed and cut down a few more bad guys. His back was now literally against the cold rock wall. I need to stop playing the Game, I'm starting to think I'm invincible.
Dyer looked up in surprise as Fortis flew into the cavern. He was almost disappointed as all of the bandits he expected to target him started assaulting the other man. He knelt down and crept toward the wizard, who was now freaking out, shoving the poison pouch into his robes. The wizard grabbed his staff and pointed it at Fortis. Before a flame or a spark or icicle could leave the staff a knife found its way between his ribs.
Dyer quickly ran to the dead wizard, catching the man's body before it hit the ground. Immediately he started seeking the pouch. The folds of the robes hid the bag from him. He was forced to drop the spell-caster to defend himself. A longsword came slamming down toward his face. He blocked the blade with one of his knives. The force of the attack knocked him flat on his back. He rolled sideways to avoid the next strike. Right into the feet of the man that led the attack on them.
Lilly shook her fur out as she crouched and watched Fortis for a moment, he was good, she couldn't deny that. The metallic smell of blood sent a fire through her own with a desire she let her muscles bunch under her fur. With a snarl she leapt forward, her teeth closing around one man's head as her paws connected with his torso. The sword that had been raised to strike Fortis' back fell to the floor with a clang that was drowned out by the sickening crunch of the gangster's skull. Raising her muzzle, Lilly ignored the blood that was dripping free onto the floor and running down her teeth. Her eyes locked on another few men and she let out a roar and charged them. One of them was fast enough to avoid her, ducking aside as she lashed out with both paws, the pain of his blade drawing across her side was just a scratch in the wolf's lust for blood. Tearing the arm off the man under her, Lilly turned to the other with hatred in her eyes. He raised the sword and met them with an unwavering gaze.
Brave, or a fool, probably both. Lilly chuckled the best she could and started to circle the man, ignoring everyone else. The wolf's mouth started to salivate but Lilly's mind looked for an opening in the man's defense. She charged him and stopped short, watching him back up enough to stumble and fall back over a rock. Snarling she darted forward, tearing his hamstring from his body before leaping onto the nearest man.
Fortis grinned, he wasn't alone in this fight. In the commotion, and the dim light, he could quite tell who the newcomers were, but Fortis suspected the man locked in combat was his one of his new friends. The wolf was obviously a shapeshifter, but Fortis couldn't recognize it, maybe it was the other member of his party. Whether friends or foe, they couldn't have come at a better time.
Fortis was abruptly brought back to focus by flash of pain. Angrily, he slew the nearest threat with a blow to the chest and ignored the stinging wound. The flow of fresh targets was slowing to a trickle. Fortis blocked several more attacks of three gangsters who were surrounding him. He feinted towards one, stabbed another, and killed the leftmost one. The remaining gangster tried to flee. Before he could make it five paces he was stampeded by a dozen cowardly men. The resident gangsters were never good fighters, even on home territory. The relatively small amount of men meant that a large pillaging party must be away.
Fortis scanned the room, and realized that though he was secure, his timely rescuers weren't faring as well. His longsword was lying in the dark on the ground. Hastily, Fortis sprinted to it and yanking it out of his scabbard, he threw the sword into a gangster sneaking behind Dyer. As the longsword sank into the gangster's surprised chest, Fortis turned and tackled another man who was about to stab the shake shifting wolf. His blades flashed in the firelight and the gangster lie still.
Dyer looked up at the man standing above him. The bandit gripped a sword and smiled down at him. "I don't know how you got in here so easy, but it was for nothing. What a shame." He turned the sword so the tip touched Dyer's chest. He raised it to strike down his opponent.
The gloating look on his face disappeared as the blade phased through Dyer's body without touching him. Now it was Dyer's turn to smile. "Assassin, b*tch." With that he punched the man's wrist, forcing him to drop the sword. Before it hit the ground it was in the assassin's hand, its point going through the bandit's chest.
Dyer rolled to his feet and immediately went back to searching for his poison.
Lilly turned to see Fortis kill the man she had faintly heard coming up behind her. She leaped over him with a snarl and slammed into a man holding a small crossbow. The bolt had been fired at the moment Lilly collided with him, driving it home into her shoulder. The cry of pain was mixed with more snarling as the gangster's throat was torn out. Stumbling back, Lilly growled, biting the protruding end of the bolt off and looked around, yellow eyes burning. She rushed toward one of the small groups that was backing out of the cave. The first man she met had his knee crushed between the wolf's teeth as his friends behind him fled. Dragging him a few feet before leaping forward to crush his trachea.
Fortis groaned as he dodged another blow. This was annoying, the flow of gangsters had stopped. Bodies covered the stone ground. The battle wasn't a matter of life and death anymore, just a massacre. Fortis noticed the gangster overextend after the man missed his intended target. Quick as lighting, the General ripped the sword from the man's hands, and stabbed it into the gangsters rib age and stepped back as he joined his comrades on the floor.
No more gangsters were threatening him and the remaining bad guys were being crushed by his new friends. Fortis wouldn't insult the experienced fighters by assisting them. After scanning the room, Fortis started for a pile of loot. He didn't need anything, but he always enjoyed looking through the miscellaneous nicknacks.
Suddenly, an arrow buried itself in his right leg through a chink in his armor. Fortis dove for cover. Two more arrows struck his back, but couldn't pierce his dense cloak and plate armor. He hit the deck before looking up from behind a chest, his new cover. He could see movement is the darkness to his left. He crouched again, his tactical mind creating strategic plans. Pain streak across his side. Angrily, he sought the new wounds. His left arm hung limp, a knife had found a gap and penetrated his elbow, while another had sunk into his left leg. The sound of footsteps reached his ears.
Dyer's hand found the pouch and quickly clasped around it. He drew it out of the robes in time to roll out of the way of a sword strike. The attacker didn't stand a chance as a knife entered his chest within moments. Dyer retrieved the blade from the collapsing form and immediately sent it through the air at a man preparing to strike down Fortis. Another bandit was pulling up behind the wounded knight, sword held threateningly. The downed man clearly couldn't prevent his imminent departure from the game, so Dyer rushed the bandit. Moments before Fortis' back met the sword above it Dyer kicked the assailant's knee, forcing him to the ground. He reached around the man's head with one hand and placed his other on the other side. he wrenched in opposite directions, drawing a loud crack from the neck of Fortis's would-be killer. Instead of cold steel, the knight's back met warm, lifeless flesh as Dyer let the body fall.
He dove behind cover as an arrow flew past his head, his eyes searching for a route to his swords.
Lilly's snarling rose above the few sounds in the cave, barking as she raced toward one man, throwing knife raised to be ready for either Dyer or Fortis to show any inch of themselves. Lilly leapt forward early as the man panicked and threw the blade in her direction. Landing at his feet Lilly threw her body into the man's legs, taking them both down into a tangle of wolf and man. Teeth didn't hesitate to find the soft flesh of the gangster's throat and tear it from its place.
It only took her a moment to regret the few seconds she stalled before looking for her next victim and an arrow buried itself into her ribs, mostly stopped by thick fur but the impact still sent it past skin with enough force to cause an explosion of pain. With a sound that was half snarl half yelp Lilly leapt toward cover, for a moment her eyes flashed back to the deep green of her human's as her body flew into a panic. With a low growl she forced one hand to shift back, gritting her teeth as only half the bones in her arm changed and yanked the arrow free before collapsing back into the wolf.
Lilly forced the pain into the back of her mind and let her ears take over, twitching them slightly as she sought out the sound of anyone. The archer made his mistake then, as he put another arrow to his string. The slight sound of the arrow coming in contact with the bow caught Lilly's ears and she shifted into a crouch, sliding forward on her belly to the edge of her cover. Peeking around she saw the man and with silent feet stalked toward him until she was a mere three feet away. Letting out a loud snarl before running forward and taking his legs out from under him, she whipped around and caught his ankle in her mouth and drug him a few feet before dispatching him.
Last Edit: Jul 2, 2014 22:44:55 GMT -7 by Lillyfer
Blast. How incredibly stupid. Assuming gets you killed. How often did that get pounded into your thick skull? After Fortis finished admonishing himself he focused on his situation. The immediate threat was neutralized, but he was still pinned down by the hidden sniper.
Quickly, Fortis grabbed his sword as he attended to his wounds. He snapped the arrow near the head which was buried in his leg with his right hand. He knew that it would be harder for a medic to get out, but at least it won't trip him up. The knife in his left arm had to stay were it was imbedded at the moment. Fortis wrapped some cloth from his cloak around both wounds before preparing his next move.
The General sent a perceptive eye over the area around him while his mind created numerous plans. Most of which were illogical, but could still be useful. What do I have on hand? He found a knife which was lying on the ground like a toppled tree. There was a gold goblet and he still had his sword. A grim smile spread slowly over his face he had a plan.
Forts slipped off his helmet and placed it on the goblet. Carefully, he raised his decoy. THWAP! An arrow pierced the eyehole of the helmet. Good. Now I know where you are. Fortis dropped the helmet and goblet and tossed the knife, again with his left hand, in the general direction of the sniper. Fortis wasn't good throwing knives in the Game, and the crippled arm didn't help, but Fortis heard the sound of scuffling as the criminal dodged. In a flash, Fortis lunged out from behind his cover and hurled his sword. It missed the sniper who aimed at Fortis, but the sword ricocheted off the wall and into the man's back. The gangster's triumphant grin disappeared. "Gotcha," muttered Fortis as he slumped behind his cover,
