The Call To Come

"Link successful, logging in..."

~As the last of the loading process was being completed Adam relaxed in his chair and closed his eyes. The humming of his VR helmet turning into the music of AO's loading screening, his personal data was instantly inputted the system through a facial recognition scan.

Having taken a deep breath Adam was complete emerged into the virtual world. It felt as his souls lifted out of him and began to traverse the shinning tunnel of cyber space into a new body....

Yawning and slowly raising from his bed, Ryilin rose from his bed, pulling off his covers and made his way to his bedroom window as to open the curtains. Greeted by the morning light over Stromveil, so began his day.

Calling forth the game's menu system with a wave of his hand, the list of his stored equipment came up before him. Scrolling through, Ryilin equipped his normal attire.

Taking a moment to checked himself in his mirror, smiling with approval he made his way downstairs and out the door.

"Take care young man! Please come back if you ever need a place to rest!"

Yelled the female NPC from behind the Inn's front desk. Ryilin had already paid for services the night before and was a frequent visitor here at this particular Inn, they were quite familiar with him.~

"I will and thank you again!"

~He replied as he exited and into the populated streets of Brightwall. The city had been seeming to get more crowded since Ardermina ended its Beta testing and was open to the public.

It made him happy...if only his Father could see this world as it was now...

Taking to the streets and walked, hands pocketed as life just seemed to rush around him. New players running about trying to find quests or their other friends, while others requited to form parties or guilds. Seeing this weirdly made him feel old to be honest...~

"I might need to return to the field....I'd hate to find out I've gotten rusty."

~Laughing at his own goofiness, he opened up the systems menu again...this time checking his "friends list".~

"I wonder if she's on."

And there she was, her location listed as 'King's Park'. She walked casually between the sun-dappled trees, feeling almost naked without the armor that had very nearly become a part of her during the beta stages. Still, her health and regeneration was protection enough for her in these early days of public consumption, so she wasn't entirely worried about becoming injured... It was just a weird feeling.

With a yawn, she stretched out, lean body flexing this way and that. She still had math she was stuck on, but a little bit of procrastination wasn't going to kill her, especially because Ryilin had arranged a study visit with her later in the week. Oh, life was good, and real life didn't even seem to matter when you were in-game anyways. She could spend forever here, and was thankful for summer coming up. She'd arranged her shifts so she had weekends and Wednesdays off at the café, so she would be able to be back for hours at a time on Ardermina, challenging herself again with any quest the game could throw at her. She would need at least one high-damage beta player to accompany her for the boss quests, but she wasn't sure whether she wanted to take in new players and help them out, or explore the depths of the game.

Currently, she didn't have the most time, but she had an hour or two before she had to catch the train to school, and that was enough to catch the opening ceremonies. The King had sent a letter to her personally, requesting her to act as part of his guard for her generous donation to the crown during the last days of Beta. She had accepted, and was n her way there from her small cottage now.

It would have taken her a lot less time if she brought out her mount, but she knew it would draw too much attention to herself, whether it be to inspire the public or make herself the target of jealous ladder-climbers. No, it was better to simply act the part of the guard, and accept the lean warhorse she would be lent for the ceremony when she got there.

Knowing she was only a minute or so away now, with the murmur of the crowd growing to an excited roar, Melodia took the time to expand her inventory in the menu to select her dress armor. It draped itself over her in a cloud of data, but she was displeased to note that it was nowhere near as heavy (or practical) as her war armor, and it was nearly blinding in the sunlight. Maybe she would ask for some stock dress armor when she got there... She'd bought this set because it was absolutely beautiful, but the whole point of her being modest was so that she wouldn't become a knight in shining armor to the masses, and instead just appear as another NPC to provide atmosphere.

Maybe she shouldn't have accepted the King's proposal... But to deny a Royal was akin to treason, even for such trivial things. Better to keep up relations, as her (now disbanded) guild had been raised from nothing on royal funds, initially. She was still grateful for the opportunity to hold a place of such importance, even if it was only for half a year.

Melodia paused, then, free of the forest and standing just before the soft dirt path slowly started to grow scales of cobblestone to lead to the city parade square.

"Here we go...," she thought, breathing a soft sigh.

King's Park....

~That was too far from where he was at the moment. Closing out the menu he began to make his way there. He hadn't visited the park since Beta despite how much he used hang there. It was as if it where yesterday, looking about the world in his eyes reverted back to how they where in the Beta. The city wasn't as grand, the hierarchy hadn't been fully established back then and the crown was lacking in funds due to the War.

Most of the players then weren't as carefree as this generation, during Beta...the need to be strong was at a higher demand...Thinking of it and he remember how he used to be in the old days...before....her...

Coming back to his senses Ryilin would find he had already made it to King's Park, and there just off in the distance-...~

"Melo!"

~He cried out to her waving just trying to get her attention. She look stunning as always, and Ryilin chuckled a bit at her newest choice of fashion knowing that all she ever wanted was to blend in but her tastes where just to grand for that.

Waiting for her to give notice the message icon came up on his interface. It was from.....the Queen?~

A familiar voice saved her from making her entrance just then, and with a grateful smile, she turned. Maybe she just needed a couple more seconds before she met the public eye again. Since the disbandment of their guild, Melodia had started to take on Koemi's shy tendencies she had in real life, and being in role again would take a little getting used to. As she turned, she offered him the old salute; two fingers to the underside of her right brow, swept outward. She hadn't expected to encounter him online today, but she was grateful for the company. Waiting for him to catch up, she passively observed his casual wear, envying his bland taste. No one would know he was a Beta tester today, but it was painted all over her. She was a walking billboard, really.

Fancy armour was so overrated.

~Returning the old salute Ryilin smiled as he reached her side. Though he could see her happiness to run into him today, she also seemed troubled. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time Melo had come into crowded area of the city since Beta, could it have been something to do with that...or was it those Math problems still confusing her?~

"Look at you! Seeing you like this makes me wanna call you leader again"

~Ryilin said jokingly trying to raise a reaction out of her. She was a strong on the outside type of person in game, but Ryilin had the pleasure of seeing and hearing what was just beneath the surface of her strong exterior.~

"Oh, come off it," she scoffed, raising her chin a little in defiance; his jab hadn't gone unnoticed. "I'm just dressed like this for the opening cerimonies. Then it's back to our regular scheduled broadcast, folks."

Her voice had a tiny tinge of German to it, but that was just because of the mod that she implemented to make her character more credible; these things were rather easy to use in-game, which made it possible for even buff men to play innocent little girls, voice squeaks and all. While cheats and the like were rejected by the game outright, it being monitored by Smart AIs (SAIs) that recognized lines of illegal code, Ardermina Online welcomed the content that the community generated in the forums and through other sources. It was the job of the Beta testers to develop all the mods that may be useful (appearance customization [some Beta testers had made a career as custom character artists, and have their work showcased around the world, depending on the complexity], voice mods, fashion design, custom body modifications [joint placement and the like; eg a faun or centaur], tattoos, etc), and it was partially used as a talent scout, this coding and mod developing. It was rumoured that the best of the best were commissioned to design bosses and final stages for the final release.

But Koemi wasn't one of those very talented people. She had perused mods and adapted preexisting codes to suit her uses, such as her voice mod, and a skin-tone 'stay', which prevented her from tanning, and discouraged dirt and oil. Hey, she was still a girl, afterall. She'd tried out the other mods (and had a catgirl phase or two), but nothing else really seemed to suit her. After spending a good three hours lumbering through the awkward character creation on initial beta launch, she was content with the way Melodia turned out, and didn't really want to change her.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can't take a walk every now and again? Are you that unhappy to see me?"

~With that devilish grin he closed some of the distance between them, standing just before her.~

"Did you not miss me?"

~While other's modded their characters with things such as cat-ears, or tails, Adam had used a handful of subtle changes to make his character to his liking, such as the tattoos under his left eye as well as the one on his forehead. His skin tone was also a mod, as picky as Adam was it was a good thing he was allowed to use his own custom mods allowing Ryilin to be the dashing person he was. His mods where able to even bring in some profit from time to time for those who wanted something from his collections and on one or two occasions he had do a few things for Melo.

However there was one he kept only for himself...a special mod he made during the Beta testing.~

"Well?"

~His eyes looking right in hers, he edged a bit closer, their face's barely touching at this point.~

Koemi felt herself getting flustered on the inside, but for the sake of Melodia's appearance, she was glad her 'stay' mod didn't allow her to blush. Her bright green eyes met his hazel, seemingly unfazed by his antics. It was true that she remained quiet for a time, trying to search her brain for something quick, something witty...Just to come away with only:

"What a stupid question. Of course I missed you. You're my right hand guy, guild or no guild."

Her voice didn't even shake, thank goodness, though her breath teased his lips with a sweet freshness. They were just so close right now. What was he up to? He'd pulled stunts like this before, but she'd always had to push him away before his joke went too far. That was the thing with Ryilin; sometimes he just didn't know when to stop.

A ping from her inbox made her eyes shift away from his in perplexment. What was it now? Taking a step back, she opened her menu and read the message with a quick scan of her eyes. All those partaking in the ceremonies were to present themselves at the castle barracks in exactly ten minutes. Quickly closing her menu, she cursed quietly. So much for that meeting.

"I should get going."

"Right then, I won't keep you."

~Putting some distance between them before her VR set would overheat Ryilin quickly turned away from her and opening the message he received from the Queen.

It would seem that he had his own business to attend to toward the opening ceremony.~

"Seems like I have to be on my way as well." he said turning back to her while making a bit of distance between them now, Ryilin finished with his teasing, "You sure you're going to be alright?"

~He knew how nervous she could get about things like this and he wanted to make sure she was comfortable doing this. If she needed it Ryilin would abandon the Queen's request to be at Melodia's side...though the Queen's scoldings where quite brutal.~

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just don't forget about friday."

She referred, of course, to their math study session. It would take a couple trains for him to get out to where she was, but he assured her that he'd be safe, and half an hour really wasn't that long (she wasn't overly worried, since that was about how long it took her to take the train to school). But she didn't want to state that outright and ruin the atmosphere of the game. It was sort of like their own little taboo, outright mentioning IRL things when on AO.

"Abschied."

And with that, Melodia turned and took off at a brisk jog in order to make it to the barracks in time. Unfortunately for her, no one would allow her to wear anything lower class than what she had equipped herself with because of her status, which made her groan. She didn't argue with the NPCs though, because she firmly believed that AO was at least partially sentient, and interacted with its players through these NPCs. If there was one thing she ever learned during Beta, it was that you never want to piss off the game.

Beta had been riddled with cheats and the like that flew just under the radar until the system learned how to detect them. Though it may have been comical to see characters suddenly appear naked after being stripped of their illegal mods, back to being nothing but a fresh face, the game sort of scared Koemi at times. She was extremely attached to Melodia, and if she was ever taken away...

The first trumpets began to play, pulling her from her reverie. Well, time for the show. The warhorse that pranced beneath her had his ears flicked back, obviously not used to carrying so much weight. Perhaps they had given him to her so that she would have to concentrate more on keeping the beast in check than fiddling with her shiny armour. Above and to her left, the King and Queen standing on the balcony of their palace, waving away the noise of the new players with a regal sort of air. No doubt a speech would soon occur, preceding the tour of the city that the royal party would conduct afterward; that was where she came in, as a guard. But for now, she would guard this entrance to the castle to ensure no curious little buggers made their way in during the ceremony.

~With the roaring cries of the thundering trumpets and the cheers of the nation's vast populous behind him, Ryilin would leave the masses to there merriment....while he conducted toward the task given to him by the Queen.~

"Equip, Duel Cutlass: Aigis, Metis.."

~In a flash of light two sheathed blades appeared at his sides just as he made his way off into the distance and toward the warp crystal back by the Inn.

A lot of things happened during Beta testing...players back then would seem to lose who they really where outside of AO, taking up the persona of the characters fully....and to those who took up PKing...this meant severe mental confusion, which formed into things such as AO Serial Killers, or Terrorists. In a response to this a few where chosen by their respective Nation's leaders to seek these players out end there cruel attempts at humor before they would even get the chance.

Though even this sadist aspect was frowned upon, it was still apart of the game and it was up to it's own players to solve and handle these type of situations...~


~Something one should know of Ryilin was that, the killing of innocents was something he would not tolerate. The world of AO was suppose to be fun, and those who tried to ruin this...would find no mercy in his blade.

This would be the first time since Beta that he'd been called to duty.

The agitated aggression mod, something Adam had made solely for himself as a means to couple Ryilin's power and skill with a means of outer intimidation in times such as this caused his left eye to glow in a crimson light. Its lingering glow being the last thing saw of him before warping out of the City...~

There wasn't as great of a turn out of players for the speech this morning as Melodia had hoped, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. It was early in the morning for her, and around dinner time in America. Maybe things would pick up later in the day. Synced time on AO ran on GMT, which made it 1330; just after lunch. The midday sun would have blinded just about everyone in the crowd if she let it, but the shaded arch where she had chosen to position the guard was well enough out of the sun's reach to provide her some sort of comfort.

Though outwardly she kept her face expressionless to appear more like an NPC, she was honestly dying of boredom on the inside. She kept thinking 'Back in Beta...,' (insert thought here). Beta, beta, beta. That was dumb to dwell on the past, since things were bound to be even greater now, with an increasingly more detailed plot to sift through to accommodate the masses. How would AO manage to keep players in the loop about plots? Or would it allow each player to experience the game differently? It was hard to tell, since the number of ways information was distributed changed dramatically week to week pre-public release. Only time would tell.

The black stallion below her chomped at the bit, trying to rip the reins from her gauntlet-clad hands every so often, but Melodia wasn't fazed. A sharp tug and firm nudges with her legs kept him on the spot, though his prancing caught the eyes of a few new concerned players. Again, she cursed whatever stablemaster decided it would be best to give her such a green mount. He snorted, ears flicking straight back as he tried to nip her leg. A sharp tug and a firm hit later remedied that particular bought, making him stand in frame, fuming. Melodia made a mental note to stay a bit more ahead of the others than formation strictly called for, to avoid him putting his hooves in the face of the horse behind him.

Sometimes the horse AIs were just too realistic.

Athos had appeared only for the speech, it was just very simple. He guessed it was to see, who would show up and he didn't really see anyone of interest. His Shield was on his right and the sword in his sleathe just ready for combat. Of course, he was not of this nation, his duty was to Lordon for some odd reason. He was a soldier for hire, better know as a Mercenary but one day. He would be known as a Knight, to be one of the four or even the leader itself.

Of course it was only natural for him to become the best in this game. Like the others he had played. Now he was just trying to find out, what to do now. He was walking around the plaza, it was just the average place but he wished to do something. If not, then he would just wait for the chance to head back to his nation and do some sort of Quest.

He saw horses come and go, he didn't think they existed here. Yet, they must be the mounts, he wondered if there were dragons. That might be done the line of course, but nothing else was new to him. It looked like World of Warcraft, expect that he was there in the game, instead of pressing buttons to fight. " I wonder, what will happen now "

A tad late to the party, Zelisus rolled over to a crowd that was slowly gathering for the celebration. The first event in this VRMMO and it didn't look too packed. Maybe not a lot of people hear of it and he and Eisen was lucky enough to overhear some information about it. Speaking of Eisen, he looked back to ensure his friend was following him. Most likely he was...outside of the game, Seven was observant and quick on his feet. It was balanced by his mainly friendly attitude toward everyone.

He was bunched into the growing crowd, stuck next to a guy with black hair and white clothing, brandishing a shield and a sword. It looked cool, very balanced and tactically correct... Zelisus stood there wondering if he looked stupid having basically just a pair of long metal gloves ("D-D-D-Do I look like a noob?! TT~TT"). While he stood being completely embarrassed, someone pushed him to bump against the guy's shield on the right side a little, since he was being squished.

"Oh, crap. S-Sorry."

He said, lowering his head and little and tried to look ahead at the event, which was easier since he was taller ("Hell...yeeeeeahhh!!).

There were trumpets ("Are those real trumpet players or are they NPCs? It'd be cool if they were real."), colorful banners and...people on horses of all colors. Whoa. Those horses looked real. To be honest, Elise never touched a horse. For the longest, she wanted to ride one ("just not the one nipping the poor lady, geez"). She had always seen them in videos online or TV, but she never actually touched one or rode one. Call her sheltered, I suppose. It's what you get for living in the middle of Edinburgh, where your mother and father were mostly absent, yet still pulled the strings. School, home, occasionally out with friends, but nothing exciting like riding horses or doing sports she always wanted to like kendo or fencing or some kind of martial art.

The event went on.

The crowd was maybe no more than a hundred players or so. Zelisus went ahead of Eisen, but he was following close enough to be seen in his sight. As he approached the crowd, he was cut off by a separate party, so he couldn't get to where Zelisus was but he was still able to see him. Not many people went for the silver hair look so it wasn't too difficult to find him if they were separated from each other. 

Eisen turned his attention towards the attraction. A mix of NPCs and players were there, a majority of them on horses. Horses are everywhere in this city so there's no surprise but some of them has armor and a good variety of color. You can hear the trumpets echo throughout the plaza and the chattering among the people in the crowd, anticipating any announcements regarding their presence. The wind that circulated throughout the city waved the many banners with great volume. Just the atmosphere of it all was enough to keep Eisen interested. 

Normally, he would have his long sword equipped on the left side of his waist, but with the crowd slowly increasing in numbers, he decided to rest it on his back for the time being. His long sword, Elaine, emits a very faint light that's barely even noticeable, especially in such a sunny day like this. Eisen is keeping a constant look out for Zelisus, making sure they don't separate too far. He witnessed Zelisus being pushed a bit, accidentally bumping to the guy standing next to him and apologizing to him. Eisen couldn't help but chuckled and then sent his attention back towards the event. "I hope we didn't miss much. What's going on here anyway? I don't like sitting in crowds, but I can bare with it."

The ball of light flies over to Brigthwall and steers itself over to where the opening ceremony is taking place. The ball hovers over the ground of the new destination and forms the body of Xereu back to normal. He held his head in one hand from the dizziness of how the teleportation scroll works in this game. It'll take a while for him to get used to compared to the other MMOs where you didn't need the VR Gear. Once recovered, Xereu notice several people roaming towards the same destination and follows them. Granted, opening ceremonies are usually small on many other games since everyone is grinding early to reach end game. However, this one was greatly different from the rest.

There is a massive variety of NPCs, players, and special units waiting for the opening ceremony to begin. About 1/2th of the population is beta players while the other half is newcomers. It was very easy to tell the difference because of how exclusive some of the gear players were wearing along with special perks, titles, and mounts. Xereu was quite impressed from how AO has easily achieved a high recruitment on players that can easily beat World of Warcraft opening launch. Once arrived at the destination, he would wait for the ceremony to begin himself.

Out of nowhere, he'd felt a muscular hand placed on his shoulder and heard a familiar voice. However, it sounds different because it had an animal snare mixed into the vocal tone.

"Είναι ασφαλές να υποθέσουμε ότι είστε Peropo, σωστά?"
(It's safe to assume that you're Peropo, correct?)

Xereu's facial expression was confused with his eyebrow arched. Surely, he didn't know anyone else that knew his actual name already unless it was his father. He turns around and saw a tribal beast-man with battle scars all over its body. the attire is a red tribal uniform with only a armor plate on the left side of its shoulder. It had hair nearly all over its body as well and it looked a bit unique due to having a bulky body to match along with it. Xereu would let out a light smile and cross his arms.

Visual Image of Peropo's Father:

"Και υποθέτω ότι είστε ο πατέρας μου? Μου δώστεένα σπάσιμο."
(And I assume that you're my father? Give me a break,)

The two of them laugh at their comments since it really doesn't look like a father and son team at all. Imagine: A son who looks full human that has a father who is a beast-warrior that must have gotten lucky with a female human. Doesn't sounds like a typical novel or animation that's for sure. In the meantime, the ceremony is just about to begin so the duo listen carefully and awaited for what the ceremony was all about.

You know, one of the worst things about having your wife as the Queen was having to wait for all those hand maidens to finally finish with all their primping and preening of her. There wasn't a single day where Gabriel would be able to see Elizabeth first thing in the morning without being barred by flittering women doing her hair, makeup, or lacing her into her dress. In all honesty, it was more than simply maddening. But, he supposed that was what he got for not insisting she share his quarters.

Now, he tapped his foot as he waited for her to finally make her entrance to the curtained back area of the balcony; he simply couldn't appear to the public without her, but by the looks of the increasingly engorging veins upon his advisor's forehead, Gabriel wasn't the only one becoming impatient with the frivolous pace of the Queen's handmaidens.

As he dashed towards the area, Zion was met with a mass of players, probably even some from different countries, all this was exciting to take in, but as soon as his excitement came it left due to clumsiness. He hadn't taken into account that he could in fact trip over these other players and ended up face first on the ground once more. This time he was quick to get up at the thought of embarrassment and dusted himself off. He looked around quickly and lowered his head, hiding his face with one hand.

-I really hope nobody saw that...-

Zion then shuffled awkwardly through the mass and waited to see what this ceremony was all about.

The notification message of a P.M well sent appeared just after sending her request for vengeance. Her handmaidens circled around her putting on the finishing touches for her celebration attire. The maidens where quit stunning, wrap in dress robes of white silk while their gorgeous faces where hidden behind emotionless masks and though they where sights to behold they where nothing but the frame for the masterpiece they surrounded.

The doors to the Queen's chamber opened, the handmaidens began to flow out like blood from a wound making a two side by side lines down the hallway forming a walkway for her highness.

As she made her way through each corridor and turn, the large assembly of handmaidens followed like white shadows. Through she wore no mask her face held the same level of emotion as those of her followers if not more serious.

The door to the balcony area opened, the curtain still closed. With a wave of her hand the handmaidens where dismiss as they went to handle other duties in the castle.

"Well don't just stand there....our people are waiting."

Such a loving attitude was shared with the only other that shared the balcony at this time, her husband the King and although she knew the grimace he must be giving her toward her tardiness and attitude, what did she care? The people where waiting....and that was all that mattered.

Gabriel hadn't always been of such a high station. There was a time when he'd just been a common footsoldier, duking it out for what he believed in like anyone else. Never once had he regarded anyone he had slain as a particularly evil individual, but instead each foe was just that; individual. To extinguish a life, and the views that it held, was no laughing matter. Soldiers laughed and drank away their guilt, much like Gabriel had, for what else was there to do? If there was a man trying to kill you, it was often best to stick a sword through his gut before he got the chance to do the same to you. However, it wasn't the greatest mindset to be put on the throne with. People trusted him, lavished gold upon him in hopes that he would allow the kingdom to prosper (which it did), that he would lead them in kindness (which he tried to), and that overall he would be a good king (which he hoped he was).

But day-in and day-out, the king found himself dumbfounded by how such a simple man (of admittedly great physical prowess) could deserve any of the things that surrounded him on a daily basis. Especially his wife. She took his breath away as if it were nothing... thanks in part to, of course, the primping and preening that occupied much of her time that the men of the court were so found of ridiculing.

Offering her his arm, Gabriel straightened and cleared his throat. Of course she wanted him to be the flustered boy that she'd first charmed, but wartime had changed him, made him a more confident man; she'd need a lot more than that to colour his cheeks now.

"We'd have already been out there if it weren't for your maidens, my Queen," he teased. Of course he wasn't going to get off lightly for the jab, but there would be time enough for 'revenge' after the cerimonies.

As one, they stepped onto the balcony and into the sunlight, the rich reds and shimmering golds of their family colours glinting famously. Gabriel was sure to put on his best carefree smile before he addressed the masses.

"Welcome," he began, his voice deep and pleasant, amplified artificially by the game, "to the Kingdom of Stormveil. I am well aware that a good many of you shall not stay here long, but always know that you are welcome by myself, King Gabriel, personally. My wife, Queen Elizabeth, would extend the same warm welcome. Looking to you, I see a great many new faces, and far fewer returning to me.

"If you look to your left, you may find a friend. To your right, a rival; such a statement may not appear true at first glance, nor may it manifest itself in the most clear manner, but you may trust in its validity.

"Today is a day of celebration, however. A day to celebrate the discovery of many a new face, and to kindle the sparks of new relationships. I expect each one of you to make the most of the free food and drink, and indulge to your heart's content. Those whom have chosen to ally themselves with our neighbours, you have until sunset to explore. After the sun has set, you will be transported to the hometown of your nation. Thank you, all."

He paused, turning to his wife,

"Anything to say, my Queen?"

Putting her husband's smart mouth aside, Elizabeth stepped forward onto the balcony the sunlight hitting her like glorious spot light. There were so many, so many citizens of her country before, all looking rather glorious under that same sunshine.

As childish as he could be Gabriel's words where always so proud and it was when he spoke like this did the strong man she fell in love with vibrated out underneath his layers of childish antics and apathy.

A smile of all things came to the Queen's face as she stepped forward to address her nation's people.

"You are now in a world of endless possibilities, your limits are only what you make them to be. So no matter what you used to be here you all have the capability to be whatever you want to be. So go forth and make legends..."

She took one last time to look throw the crowd, to see all of their faces. Who among them would become the next great hero, or try to take her throne one day, or even become a mass PKer? There was no way for her to tell but...this was their world now and she was sure that they would make it a grand one.

"Dismissed!"

She said ending the formalities of the ceremony. With a wave of her hand she gave the order for the fireworks and so the players would now be free to go and began their journeys.

Turning and heading back into the castle the smile she had on her face still clang to her face...

"Time to go, it's in their hands now...but I don't feel like stepping aside just yet. What of you, my King?"

"Ah so that's the King and Queen? No way I'd be able to do their job. Queen Elizabeth was it? She sure does fit the role. Now...where did she go?.."

The masses of players begin to scatter going in all directions. This made it harder for him to locate Zelisus. Eisen was so fixated at the ceremony, he didn't keep an eye on his partner. Eisen also wonders what they should do first. There are so many options even at the beginning levels. Usually in typical MMOs there's a linear path from the starting zone leading into the major city. And usually your character reaches around level 10 by the time you do reach the major city. But in Ardermina Online it's different. Right when you create your avatar, you immediately spawn right into the city of your choice. And it looks like from there you can start doing everything immediately, whether if its crafting, questing, joining guilds, PvPing, the list goes on. Eisen anticipates to do everything but first he needs to find his former classmate.

Eisen shouts through the crowd of players.

"Zelisus! Can you hear me?! Where'd you go?!"

The crowd in front of him seemed to not respond to him, the mixture of NPCs and players ignoring his cries. However, eventually, a limb reached out above the crowd to wave to him. It stayed in the air as it waded over to him as if in water, gently weaving between the sea of people. Eventually he found himself in front of Eisen, the white haired tattered youth in his novice garments. He bent over a little, huffing after having to go through such feats just to reach him.

"Right here! Sorry, that was nuts. But you saw right?"

The male character's eyes lit up with excitement and wonder. The whole ceremony was soooo awesome. For a girl to never have seen such things especially on an online game, it was amazing. Zelisus grabbed Eisen's arm with a wolfish grin.

"Let's go and find out what we can do with these characters! Grab some levels!"

"Whoa! Excited aren't we? Although I can't blame you, I also want to find out what else we can do and how this game works. Hmm..Where do we get quests?"

Eisen can't help but smile at Zelisus's excitement. Eisen focuses his attention back onto the plaza, trying to determine where the front gate may be.

"Come on, let's head towards the main gate. I'm sure some guards or a bulletin board will have something for us to do. Have any idea which way that is?"