"HAND IT OVER!!!"
There were four of them, each preventing his escape from all sides. Currently, Svan had come face to face with a scenario he'd only heard of on streaming platforms. These bandits had been camping outside the A class dungeon, waiting for a raider to come out all worn and torn from battling the dungeon's guardian. Then they would proceed to rob the poor unlucky soul blind.
To make matters all the more unresolvable, these bandits were at least each ranking at perhaps C or B. Together they formed a raiding party that was capable of raiding A class dungeons and prevailing.
So why stalk a solo dungeon raid like a predator?
Chronicles of Elarion had recently integrated an easter egg feature for all solo dungeon. These would range from small finds like starter packs for beginner level dungeon to rare finds like Kingslayer ;a melee type weapon that is graded S. Canonically, the higher the dungeon grade, the harder it becomes to find these items. But it stands to reason that the harder it is to find these items the more value there worth gets estimated at.
Bandits have made money off of robbing soloist and selling there loot at the backstreet markets.
They do this by attacking the players with items encoded with a malware that destroys the player's account, history and every instance of them online. The malware can fry entire gaming pods that have a cooling mechanism similar to supercomputers.
"Just hand over the loot nice and easy and you won't have to buy a new pod, kid."
Svan's eyes darted from the menacing orc that now had a cocky grin on its face.
To its left, an elf with two daggers whose appearance was in and of itself menacing enough to kill you. The human standing behind Svan had a wand in his arm clenched tightly in his grip.
Mage, Orc, Assassin and ..... what is this guy???
The last member of the party was strangely calm and not intimidating like his fellow party members. He had a short note book in his hand with a quill on the other, flipping through the pages of the notebook.
Merchant??
It sure was an odd sight seeing a merchant type raider, with no fighting experience, join bandits who were about to rob a Druid blind. Xerver, the capital of merchants in the game, was a small town in Druid territory. Seeing this was like watching your neighbor help robbers attack you.
"There is nowhere for you to run to."
What a nasty chuckle.
Svan held down his head. This made the bandits mock his hopelessness some more.
A devious smile crept its way onto Svan's face. It was the kind that you'd expect to see on a horror show. Then shortly after, a laughter followed. So wicked that it sent chills down the spine of one of the bandits, who proceeded to back away slowly.
"Nice and easy.....run..... ohhh I don't think so, buddy. Ain't nothing nice and easy about grinding three days for loot. Also....I don't run."
Summoning an item from his inventory, Svan held out his hand, palm facing downward. Sparks of blue light dance around it as a lusterless black blade materialized from them. It seemed to have been curved from a single piece of obsidian and its presence was singular, like looking at a tool of death.
Svan was by all standards a decent person within this world. But the one character flaw he couldn't part with was his petty irrationality and misplaced egotism. He didn't care what reason stood for, if the fries are 9.99, he expected the 0.01 back.
1 is way too much for 9.99 fries!!!!!
"Face me and earn it you cretins!"
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