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Feeling slightly queazy, Karl decided to change the subject. "So umm, what was the temple of Ennoc like? Who even is Ennoc? Wasn't he something to do with the Paladin Order or something..?"

Umm, as a kinda new-year's present, I'm releasing the unfinished MORPG I half-completed about a year ago [:P] It's massively buggy, (even the GUI is just the standard one) but still quite fun, and seeing as I'm not working on it anymore I decided just to at least release it [:P] Here are the downloads, for mac and PC. To run on a mac is easy, just download and double click the file. For PC, make sure both the downloaded files are in the same folder, then double-click the launcher. (No ads [;)]) https://www.dropbox....D8md8EGYra?dl=0 -Mac https://www.dropbox....I0OTO6_QWa?dl=0 -PC No personal details are needed to sign in, just a username and password (don't use any previously-used passwords though, because I will be able to view your full character from my database). Have fun [;)] Don't get beaten up too badly by the Golem Lord [:P] Note: I just downloaded it onto my other mac laptop, and the .app came out as a folder instead, making the game unplayable :\ I'm hoping that it's just my computer, but if anyone else experiences this, please let me know [;)]

"Ohh...." Understanding filled Xev's expression, mixed with only a little fear. "So if a vampire... bites you, you... turn into one? Like a zombie?"

Karl listened with interest to Boris's story. "Hold on: If you're a vampire, technically a demon, how come you say you specialized in the removal of demons?" It wasn't a challenge, just a question fed by honest curiosity.

@Flipz: For some reason I keep thinking your avvie is Boba Fett... [:S] [:P] Eh, probably gonna try and at least get Karl to level 3, not get him killed, and maybe (hopefully) get enough of a grip on the rules to run a quest [:P] Those are what I'm aiming for, at least. [:P]

Karl went over to the bar to grab another mug, maybe thankfully missing the cloaked human's satisfied announcement of his team members. His mind was still reeling from the Vampire's revelation. He had remarked before on his almost pearl-white skin, but he'd never guessed that he liked a good suck on a vein now and again. He returned to the table and pulled up a third chair, the other two being taken by his newfound teammates. Keliim started the conversation. Karl took a pull on his ale, stalling for time. "There isn't really much to tell. I mean, I've got uncountable tales I could tell, but most of them are kinda mundane. Like, dodging Bonapartes at the harbour, pickpo... shopping at the fishmarket, umm, and breaking i... umm... visiting the Zeigfried Mansion." He realized he was talking too much. "Most of my life I've been just stayin' alive." He shrugged. "No idea where my parents are, or if they're even alive. I got left outside the Oracle's Shrine, apparently. This tramp found me, and when no one claimed me he kinda became my adoptive parent. Used to get me scraps he'd salvaged from around the garbage heap. Sometimes even used to steal cakes from the warehouses... " His eyes glazed over slightly, and he lapsed into a brown study.

"I..." He finally gave way to the mage, vowing internally to be just as generous if he ever reached a level high enough to afford it.

Karl takes the bedroll, slightly numb from the apparently unlimited kindness this band of heroes seemed to possess. He fumbled with his pouch, intending to pay at least the base market price for the item. "Here, have these five gold coins, I wouldn't have it any other way."

His eyes widened as this fresh info sunk in. "I thought he looked a bit long in the tooth..." he mumbled.

Karl's brow creased into a frown. "Cave-hanger?"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Karl. No surname. I'm from the d..." He stopped himself just before saying "dump". ".... East side. And yeah, this is my first quest, actually. In fact I only just kinda got here..."

Well, he's cartainly got combat experience, for one thing... "Good to have you with us, Mr...?"

"Sounds like a party..." Not entirely looking forward to the coming adventure, he sought solace in the thought that there would be some people who could cover his back this time. If they didn't stab it first. Nodding his thanks, Karl bobbed over to the notice board and scribbled out a message ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ heroes wanted for small team to go fight in the fields of glory. all loot to be shared out amung among the combattants fairly. low-levels would be more apreeshiated appreichiated appreciated. please aply to the boy probably standing in the corner with the cows lick, or keliim the cruel (the guy who should be hanging around with a battleaxe and fur cape) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Karl pulled a :\ face,. "Thanks for the "advice", but I'm sure I can handle it. We, I mean." He gave a sideways glance at Keliim. Karl shrugged. "I'm no hard hitter, but I can definitely free-run with the best of them. I can also get to inaccessible places easily too, quite useful for luring enemies into traps. And stuff." He finished rather vaguely. Karl jerked his shoulders into a shrug again. "Two's company, three's a crowd. Maybe we need a crowd to really lay into these monsters or whatever we're gonna be facing. Any suggestions? I'm not the best at hero-finding..."

"Already signed up. Me and Keliim here, that is." He nodded towards his newfound questing partner. "Any tips for surviving? I've never actually been out in the field, if you'll excuse the pun."

One minute.... One minute until...? What? Karl was torn between dual instincts of curiosity and self-preservation. Curiosity won, so he decided not to leg it to the nearest bomb disposal squad, and instead wait around to see what happened. "Umm, yeah, I think so. I didn't read the article through properly," he said, immediately resolving to do so as soon as the opportunity presented itself. "but I think the notice said something about swarms of monsters, so... Wait, did you say exorcism on poultry?!?"

Karl turned to the vampire. "The name rings a bell..." His eye caught the notice board again, and the name it was under. "Ah. Yes. Farmer Donauld, that's it. Why?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Karl grinned, spitting into his hand and holding it out for Keliim to shake. "Heh, I got used to it. I had to." His expression darkened slightly, then perked up as he remembered. "Actually, the drinks here are free, so... Might go grab us a couple." He eyed the bar calculatingly.

Karl rubbed his chin in thought. He realised that more than a bit of stubble had grown since he'd last "shaved". He looked from Keliim to the quest board and back. "How about we team up for this Field of Glory thing? I saw a few other people teaming up, and each of them along looked like they could have taken on a dragon and won. I somehow think that surviving the Fields would be more likely with two rather than one. What'cha say?"

Karl shook his head. "Not yet, but I just signed up for the Fields of Glory, whatever they are. How about you?"

Karl raised an eyebrow at the stranger's sudden entrance. He paused long enough to drain the last few drops of bitter, then crossed over to the rugged man. "Umm... Hi. I'm Karl. Umm, I'm guessing you're new here? Me too, actually.."

Even over the chatter of the Hall's occupants, the screams emanating from upstairs were all too audible. His first instinct was Someone's being beaten up. Run. But everyone seemed to be taking it in their stride, so he mentally shrugged and returned to his ale.

Hardly daring to believe what all his senses were telling him, Karl mutely smiled his thanks to the gnome, then dipped a finger into the ale and tested it on his tongue. You could never be too careful. It seemed to be fine, to he took a swig. The delicious warm liquid spread a feeling of happiness and contentment through the boy which he had never felt before. Even that mug of brandy he'd bartered off that stingy orc outside the Oracle's Shrine. Feeling much better after his food and drink, he gave the hall another once-over. Apart from the Gnome and the dark Mage, there was also a cloaked human, what looked like a half-demon, a very ancient woman with three eyes, a heavily-armored barbarian and the pale-faced man who had quipped about his wonderment earlier. Karl took another pull at the ale, musing over the crowd he'd fallen in with.

OOC: Got it [;)] And thanks [:P] Karl eyed the bar upstairs, wondering if he could somehow persuade the bartender to give him a free drink. After a short spell of indecision, he turned and trudged back to his table, ruefully reflecting on how nothing in this life ever came without a cost. Adressed out of the blue by a cloaked and faintly glowing stranger, Karl flinched as though struck from behind. "Umm..." He cast a fretful glance about himself, checking the exits. "Why would I want to do that... sir?" He wasn't exactly sure if that was the proper was to address a fully armoured knight with a dangerous battlespear strapped across his back, but he hoped he was close enough not to cause offence.

OOC: Ah... So, Karl could sign up right now, and just proceed to the battlefield? [:P] Or would he have to wait for a QM to approve him in or something? [:P] Karl jumped eagerly up once again as the shadowy figure tacked a notice to the board. A Chain Scythe... He jingled the meagre 10 pieces of gold he had left in his pocket, deciding to leave the deal and take food and shelter over fancy weapons. Not seeing any reason to stand about doing nothing, he decided to take the future into his own hands. Snatching up a quill to the side of the board, he scratched his name into the list detailing sign-ups for the Fields of Glory. He crossed his clips, hoped he wasn't making a big mistake.