Having secured a few rudimentary tasks, a faint sense of connection to the village settled within ProlixalParagon, a feeling of being momentarily grounded despite their recent arrival in this new world. However, their yearning for deeper knowledge of this reality remained a strong driving force. Recalling the priest's earlier insights into the deities and the overarching political landscape, they resolved to return to the Village Chapel, hoping to uncover more of the written lore that might exist.
The heavy wooden door of the chapel groaned softly as ProlixalParagon pushed it inward once more, stepping from the sun-drenched exterior into the cool, subdued light of the interior. Sunlight still filtered through the stained-glass windows, painting vibrant, shifting patterns of color upon the simple wooden pews that lined the nave. The kind-faced priest was once again near the main altar, his movements meticulous as he polished one of the small, ornate shrines.
"Greetings again, good father," ProlixalParagon said, their voice carrying a melodic quality with a subtle, quick cadence. "Your wisdom has already proven invaluable. I find myself with a growing desire to learn more of this world, its history, and the various paths one might take within it."
The priest turned, a warm and welcoming smile spreading across his features as he recognized the returning figure. "Welcome back, traveler. It brings me joy to witness such a thirst for understanding. How may I assist you further on your quest for knowledge?"
ProlixalParagon shifted their weight slightly, their luminous eyes focused intently on the priest. "I was wondering, does the chapel happen to house any books, scrolls, or tomes that I might be permitted to read? I am eager to delve into the history of this land, the details of the various classes and specializations that exist, the nature of different professions, and perhaps even the history of Oakhaven itself." They hoped to uncover some foundational texts that could provide more in-depth information than the brief glimpses they had gathered thus far.
The priest’s smile softened, taking on a more contemplative quality. He gestured towards a modest, unadorned bookshelf nestled in a quiet corner of the chapel. "We do possess a small collection, traveler, accumulated with care over the passage of years. Within these aging pages, you will find some rudimentary accounts of historical events, tales and parables concerning the gods we venerate, and a few transcribed records of notable occurrences within our local community."
He moved with measured steps towards the shelf, his hand gently tracing the worn spines of the few bound volumes residing there. "However," he continued, his voice thoughtful, "when it comes to the more intricate details of classes and professions, our selection here is considerably more limited. Much of that specialized knowledge is diligently guarded and passed down within the guilds, academies, and institutions of the larger towns and bustling cities that lie beyond the borders of Oakhaven. Here, our focus remains primarily on the spiritual guidance and communal well-being of our village."
The priest carefully withdrew a slender, leather-bound book, its faded gold lettering barely visible against the aged material. "This particular volume," he explained, presenting it gently, "contains some of the foundational myths and theological beliefs surrounding the diverse deities we honor in this land – Ilmas of Soohan, Nakruer of Draggor, Onthir, and others." He then indicated a rolled-up scroll tied with a simple twine. "And this scroll holds a partial chronicle of Oakhaven’s founding and early years, though much of its ancient history has unfortunately been lost to the relentless currents of time."
His gaze then settled upon a small stack of well-worn pamphlets resting on a lower shelf. "Within these simpler writings, you might find some basic information regarding the more common professions prevalent in village life – such as the fundamentals of farming, rudimentary crafting techniques, and similar practical skills relevant to our daily existence." He offered a gentle shake of his head. "But detailed and comprehensive knowledge concerning advanced classes and their distinct specializations, as well as the more nuanced aspects of specialized professions like the art of scribing, the science of cartography, or even information on unique callings such as the Jester or the Little Brother, would most assuredly require you to seek out the more extensive libraries and the learned individuals found within the larger, more established settlements of the wider world."
The priest turned back to ProlixalParagon, holding the leather-bound book and the rolled scroll in his hands. "You are most welcome to peruse these humble texts during your time in Oakhaven. I only ask that you treat them with the reverence and care they deserve. Remember, traveler, knowledge is a precious and often elusive thing, frequently requiring diligent effort and a journey to acquire."
ProlixalParagon’s mobile ears lowered slightly at the news that the chapel’s literary resources were somewhat limited, but they readily understood the nature of their current location. Oakhaven served as a foundational village, a starting point for those entering this world. It was logical that deeper, more specialized knowledge would reside in the larger centers of learning further along their path. Nevertheless, the priest’s offer of even these few texts was gratefully received.
"Thank you most sincerely, good father," ProlixalParagon said with a respectful inclination of their head. "Even a glimpse into the history and foundational beliefs of this world will undoubtedly prove to be of significant value on my journey." They approached the bookshelf, their luminous eyes already beginning to scan the titles, eager to absorb whatever fragments of information they could glean from these modest confines before they eventually sought out the wayshrine of Oelia and the expansive world that lay beyond.
ProlixalParagon’s luminous eyes settled on the leather-bound book the priest held, their curiosity piqued by the mention of the deities venerated in the land. "The deities," they began, their voice thoughtful. "You mentioned Ilmas of Soohan and Nakruer of Draggor. Are these the primary gods of those kingdoms?" They recalled overhearing conversations about different deities during their brief time in Oakhaven.
The priest nodded solemnly. "Indeed. Ilmas is revered as a god incarnate by the people of Soohan, with the belief that the god-king is a rotating generational deity following a specific sequence. Their society is deeply intertwined with this spiritual leadership," he explained. "In Draggor, Nakruer holds significant sway, and the priesthood of Nakruer wields considerable influence within their more martial society".
ProlixalParagon’s mobile ears twitched, recalling fragmented information they had gleaned earlier. "And Onthir? You mentioned this deity as well. What is their domain or association?" They remembered the armorer mentioning the Red Fox Caravan possibly being associated with Onthir.
"Onthir is a more widely recognized deity, associated with travel, trade, and the open road," the priest elaborated. "Various groups, such as traveling merchants and those who value freedom and exploration, often pay homage to Onthir. The Red Fox Caravan you might hear of is indeed connected to this deity, offering services and goods to those journeying across the land".
Their gaze then shifted to the rolled-up scroll. "And the chronicle of Oakhaven’s founding? Does it perhaps mention any of the historical events that shaped this region?" They were particularly interested in understanding the context of Oakhaven within the larger political landscape.
The priest carefully unrolled a portion of the aged parchment. "Our village's history is humble, traveler. It speaks of a time before the current kingdoms held such firm borders, a time when this land was less defined by the conflicts you hear of now. Oakhaven was established as a small, neutral settlement, a place where travelers of different origins could find respite. The scroll hints at a cataclysm long ago, an event that reshaped the world and perhaps even influenced the rise of the kingdoms of Soohan and Draggor". He paused, his brow furrowed slightly. "There are faded passages that speak of great magical upheaval and the sundering of the land, though the details are fragmented and often intertwined with legend."
ProlixalParagon listened intently, piecing together this information with the armorer's earlier mention of the Third Era Cataclysm and its impact. "A cataclysm… it seems such events have profoundly shaped this world."
"Indeed," the priest agreed with a sigh. "The scars of the past run deep, though the full truth of those times is often shrouded in the mists of history. Even the transformations of certain races, such as the tales of the Cataphractan in Soohan, are whispered to have their origins in such ancient events".
Their luminous eyes then turned to the stack of well-worn pamphlets. "And these writings on the more common professions? Might they offer some insight into the practical skills valued in this region?" They were considering their own path as a Tinkerer and were curious about the general skills and trades prevalent in a starting village like Oakhaven.
The priest picked up one of the pamphlets, its cover depicting a simple depiction of a farmer tending to crops. "These offer basic knowledge, yes. Instructions on planting and harvesting, the care of livestock, rudimentary carpentry, and other essential skills for survival and community life in a village such as ours. You will find information on common tools and their uses, basic recipes, and perhaps even some folk remedies." He handed the pamphlet to ProlixalParagon. "These skills form the backbone of our village economy, and those proficient in them are valued members of our community. However, as I mentioned, the more specialized arts and crafts, such as advanced Tinkering techniques, would require seeking out master artisans and established workshops in larger settlements."
ProlixalParagon accepted the pamphlet with a grateful nod, their mind already considering how these basic skills might intersect with their chosen path as a Tinkerer. "Even these fundamentals can provide a valuable foundation. Thank you again for your generosity in sharing this knowledge, good father." They turned towards the bookshelf, their gaze lingering on the leather-bound book and the rolled scroll, eager to begin absorbing the fragments of history and lore contained within. "May I perhaps begin by perusing the accounts of the deities?"
The priest smiled warmly and nodded. "Of course, traveler. The wisdom of the gods is there for those who seek it with a sincere heart." He carefully handed the slender, leather-bound book to ProlixalParagon. The leather felt aged and supple beneath their grasp, and the faint scent of old parchment emanated from within.
"Within these pages," the priest continued, his voice gentle, "you will find tales of Ilmas, the central figure in the spiritual life of Soohan. Remember that the people of Soohan believe their king to be a god incarnate, with the divine essence rotating through the royal lineage. Their traditions and laws are deeply interwoven with this belief."
He then gestured slightly. "You will also find accounts of Nakruer, the deity often associated with the Kingdom of Draggor. Those in Draggor often hold a more martial view of the world, and Nakruer's teachings reflect that strength and order."
"Onthir, as I mentioned, is a deity of the open road, revered by travelers and merchants alike. You may find stories of journeys blessed by Onthir and the importance of fair trade and safe passage."
The priest's expression then grew slightly more solemn. "You may notice the absence of certain names within our collection. There are powers in this world whose histories are complex and sometimes deliberately obscured. Knowledge of Textos, for example, and especially of a figure known as The Eclipsed One, is often suppressed. Such matters are considered delicate and best left undisturbed by those who are not prepared to understand their weight."
ProlixalParagon held the book reverently, their luminous eyes scanning the faded title embossed on the cover. They recalled the armorer's fearful tone when The Eclipsed One was mentioned. The idea of hidden or forbidden knowledge sparked their inherent curiosity.
"Thank you, good father," ProlixalParagon said, their voice respectful. "I will treat these texts with the utmost care." They opened the book gently, their gaze falling upon the first page. The script was elegant and flowing, telling of ancient myths and the creation of the world as understood by the followers of these deities. They noticed mentions of different lands and peoples, including brief allusions to magical abilities and societal structures.
As they scanned the initial passages, ProlixalParagon wondered about the other kingdoms and races mentioned in the wider world. They recalled Bennett's research before entering the game, the mention of the Cataphractan of Soohan, transformed by a flawed ritual involving draconic mounts. They made a mental note to see if the book offered any insights into this transformation or the significance of dragons in Soohan's lore.
They also briefly considered the Kisicks mentioned by the armorer in relation to the lost land bridge and later in Bennett's research about Prasine. The priest hadn't mentioned them specifically. ProlixalParagon wondered how their masked society and emphasis on order fit into the broader religious landscape of Ludere Online.
Turning a page, they saw an illustration depicting a figure radiating light, identified in the text as Ilmas. The description emphasized cycles of rebirth and the divine connection to the ruling lineage of Soohan. ProlixalParagon absorbed this information, recognizing its potential significance for understanding the politics and beliefs of that kingdom.
Their exploration of the book had just begun, but already, ProlixalParagon felt a deeper connection to the world around them. The fragmented pieces of lore they had encountered were starting to coalesce, offering a richer and more nuanced understanding of Ludere Online's history and the forces that shaped it. The quest for knowledge, they realized, would be an ongoing and rewarding journey. "May I take a moment to peruse this here in the chapel, good father?" they asked, their gaze still fixed on the ancient text.
The priest nodded again, his gentle smile unwavering. "Please, make yourself comfortable. The chapel is a place of quiet contemplation, and the wisdom contained in these texts is best absorbed in such an atmosphere." He gestured to a simple wooden bench near a stained-glass window depicting celestial symbols.
ProlixalParagon settled onto the bench, the aged pages of the deity book rustling softly as they turned to the first chapter. The initial passages detailed the creation myth of Soohan, attributing the shaping of their lands to Ilmas, who was believed to periodically inhabit the body of their ruler, the god-king. The text emphasized the cyclical nature of their history, with each generation's god-king following a specific sequence. ProlixalParagon recalled the priest mentioning this earlier, the concept of a rotating generational deity being central to Soohan's spiritual and political structure .
As they continued reading, the focus shifted to Nakruer, the deity revered in Draggor. The descriptions were starker, emphasizing strength, discipline, and the importance of order. The text spoke of Nakruer's favor towards those who demonstrated martial prowess and unwavering loyalty. ProlixalParagon remembered the priest's description of Draggor as a more martial society where the priesthood of Nakruer held considerable influence . This aligned with Bennett's earlier research noting the Kingdom of Draggor's focus on military expansion.
The section on Onthir painted a different picture, filled with tales of winding roads, bustling marketplaces, and the camaraderie of travelers. The deity was depicted as a protector of those who ventured beyond settled lands, and the text mentioned various traditions and rituals performed by merchants seeking Onthir's blessing for prosperous trade routes. The connection to the Red Fox Caravan, mentioned earlier by both the priest and the armorer, seemed evident in the emphasis on travel and commerce.
However, as the priest had cautioned, the book noticeably lacked detailed information about certain other powers. Textos was mentioned only in passing, often in relation to maintaining balance and order, but without delving into specific myths or teachings. The Eclipsed One was entirely absent from the text, further piquing ProlixalParagon's curiosity about this seemingly forbidden figure.
While reading about the deities of Soohan, ProlixalParagon wondered if the book would shed light on the Cataphractan, the dragon-like warriors of that kingdom. The priest had hinted at their transformation stemming from ancient events . They scanned the pages, eventually finding a passage that alluded to a time of great magical upheaval, although it spoke more in metaphorical terms of celestial energies and profound changes to the land and its inhabitants. The specific flawed ritual in the Valley of Dragons that led to the Cataphractan's transformation was not detailed in this theological text, suggesting it might be a more secular or perhaps even a deliberately obscured piece of history.
Lost in the pages, ProlixalParagon absorbed the nuances of each deity's portrayal, the values they represented, and the influence they held over the different kingdoms and peoples of this world. The book provided a foundational layer of understanding, hinting at a complex tapestry of beliefs and histories waiting to be uncovered. "The depth of lore in this world is truly captivating," they murmured, more to themselves than to the priest, their glowing eyes reflecting the faint light filtering through the stained glass. "Thank you again for sharing this wisdom." They turned another page, eager to delve further into the intricate spiritual landscape of Ludere Online. "May I take a moment to peruse this here in the chapel, good father?" they asked, their gaze still fixed on the ancient text.
The priest smiled warmly. "Of course, traveler. Feel free to linger as long as you wish. The knowledge contained within these pages is meant to be contemplated."
ProlixalParagon nodded gratefully, their attention returning to the book. The next section delved deeper into the religious practices of Soohan. It described elaborate ceremonies performed in honor of the current god-king, highlighting the belief that the monarch's divine essence ensured the prosperity and protection of the nation. The text also touched upon the Bay of Tears, mentioning its religious significance to the Soohan natives, though without elaborating on the specific rituals or beliefs associated with it. ProlixalParagon remembered reading that Draggor was trying to take hold of coastal areas near this bay, possibly indicating a conflict that extended beyond mere territorial gain to include religious implications.
Turning the page, ProlixalParagon found a detailed account of the laws and governance of Soohan. It explained the role of the Unitary parliamentary in handling most lawmaking, but emphasized that all final decisions required the approval or denial of the god-king. This reinforced the absolute authority wielded by the Soohan rulers, even within a parliamentary system.
The book then shifted to the societal structure of Draggor, portraying a kingdom built on strict hierarchies and unwavering obedience to the crown and the priesthood of Nakruer. Tales of military campaigns and the expansionist ambitions of the Draggor kings were interspersed with passages emphasizing the importance of discipline and strength in the eyes of their deity. The text spoke of Draggor’s attempts to expand and take hold of coastal areas near the Bay of Tears, framing it as a necessary endeavor for the kingdom’s strength and security.
As ProlixalParagon read further, they encountered more subtle mentions of the Lunar Empire and its interactions with both Soohan and Draggor. The book described the Lunar Empire as trying to claim other tracts of land, putting Soohan on the defensive. There was a sense of ongoing tension and competition between these major powers, suggesting a dynamic and potentially volatile political landscape.
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The origins of magic also garnered ProlixalParagon's attention within the text. There were passages suggesting that certain regions, particularly those favored by specific deities or those touched by ancient cataclysms, possessed a stronger connection to magical energies. The Lunar Empire was described as a favorable region for spellcasters, hinting at a unique relationship with mana or other magical sources. Soohan was also mentioned as having spellcasters, though perhaps not as predominantly as the Lunar Empire.
ProlixalParagon paused, lifting their gaze to the stained-glass window. The fragmented images of celestial beings seemed to mirror the complex and interconnected web of deities, kingdoms, and histories described in the book. The Third Era Cataclysm was referenced again, this time in the context of widespread magical upheaval that not only transformed the Cataphractan but also reshaped the world itself. The armorer's earlier mention of "magic twisting the very fabric of the world" resonated with this description.
Intrigued by the recurring mention of conflict, ProlixalParagon wondered if the book contained any information about current events. Scanning a later section, they found oblique references to present-day tensions, particularly along the borders of Soohan and the territories claimed by the Lunar Empire. The defensive posture of Soohan was implied, a nation seemingly caught between the expansionist ambitions of Draggor and the land claims of the Lunar Empire.
With a thoughtful expression, ProlixalParagon looked up at the priest. "This book provides a fascinating overview, good father. The intricacies of the deities and their influence on these kingdoms are quite compelling." They paused, considering their next question. "The Cataphractan… their transformation seems like a significant event in Soohan's history. Are there other texts that might elaborate further on the… 'magical upheaval' that led to their current form?"
The priest stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The transformation of the Cataphractan is indeed a pivotal moment in the history of Soohan, and its echoes are still felt throughout the land." He paused, considering his words. "While this text focuses on the divine aspects of our world, the specifics of such a… profound physical change might be better documented in other forms of writing."
He continued, "You might find more detailed accounts in historical chronicles or perhaps even within the libraries of Soohan itself. Scribes and scholars within the kingdom often keep records of significant events, including those of a more… arcane nature."
The priest elaborated, "Given that the Cataphractan originated in Soohan following the Third Era Cataclysm, it is logical to assume that their libraries and historical archives would contain information regarding the events surrounding their transformation. That led to their current form was a significant undertaking, and its details would likely have been recorded, though perhaps with varying degrees of accuracy or interpretation, depending on the source."
He added, "Keep in mind that the Cataclysm itself was a period of immense change that reshaped not only the Cataphractan but also the very land. Such widespread magical events often leave marks in various forms of records, not just religious texts."
Finally, the priest offered a suggestion, "If your travels take you eastward towards Soohan, seeking out historical societies or learned individuals within their cities might yield the insights you seek regarding the Cataphractan's unique history."
The priest nodded slowly, his gaze drifting towards the stained-glass window for a moment as if recalling ancient events. "Indeed. The forging of the Cataphractan was no ordinary or intended occurrence. It was a direct result of their actions and pride, a time of immense upheaval that irrevocably changed our world."
He leaned forward slightly, his voice becoming more contemplative. "The legends speak of a sect of within Soohan, individuals devoted to the study of ancient energies and the bonds between humans and their . Seeking greater power to protect our homeland, they ventured into the sacred and attempted to summon a god to prove their god kind was truly divine and make the continent bend to their will."
The priest’s expression turned slightly somber. "Their intent was noble – to , to achieve a form of ascension that would grant them the strength to withstand the cataclysmic forces that were tearing through the land. However, instead of the transcendence they sought, the mounted monks were transformed into the beings we now know as the Cataphractan – ."
He gestured eastward, in the direction of Soohan. "Within Soohan, you might find varying accounts of this event. Some religious texts might frame it as a divine intervention, albeit a dramatic one, while historical accounts could focus on the political and military implications of the Cataphractan's emergence. The godkings themselves, believed to be incarnations of dieties, have entire libraries of personal written accounts that likely hold a particular perspective on their origins."
The priest continued, "Given the significance of the in their transformation, any scholarly orders or ancient monasteries within that region of Soohan might possess detailed records or oral traditions pertaining to the ritual and its consequences. However, be warned, such knowledge might be guarded closely, for the Cataphractan are a proud people with a unique history."
He paused, considering the present-day tensions. "It's also worth noting that the Cataclysm and the emergence of the Cataphractan likely had a significant impact on the relationships between the various kingdoms. The rise of such powerful, draconic warriors in Soohan would undoubtedly have been a factor in the dynamics with , with their own martial focus, and the expansionist ambitions of the."
Finally, the priest offered another avenue for inquiry. "Considering the magical nature of their transformation, texts on arcane practices or the history of magic within Soohan might also shed light on the specific energies involved in the ritual and its unintended outcome. The Cataclysm touched many aspects of our world, and its study might reveal further details about the origins of the Cataphractan."
ProlixalParagon’s large, rotating ears twitched slightly as the priest continued to guide them towards the history and mysteries of Soohan. The repeated suggestions to seek out more information in distant lands sparked a thought in their mind. While genuinely intrigued by the lore, a sense of game design began to surface, a residue of Bennett's real-world understanding of such systems.
"Good father, I appreciate your wisdom and the many avenues of knowledge you have pointed towards – the libraries of Soohan, the monasteries in the Valley of Dragons, even texts on arcane practices," ProlixalParagon said, their Fennician-tinged voice carrying a note of thoughtful consideration. "It seems that much of the deeper understanding of this world lies beyond the borders of Oakhaven."
They paused, their glowing eyes meeting the priest’s kind gaze. "As a newcomer to Ludere Online, I find Oakhaven a welcoming place to learn the fundamentals. However, I can't help but wonder… are there any… limitations or consequences for a traveler who chooses to remain within this '(tutorial) Village' for an extended period?"
ProlixalParagon elaborated, "While the baker, the smith, and the farrier have offered me tasks, I sense that the grander narratives and perhaps more significant growth opportunities lie beyond the wayshrine of Oelia you mentioned. Is there a point at which a traveler might find their progressStunted by remaining in this introductory area, or perhaps even face… other dissuasions to encourage exploration of the wider world?"
They added, a hint of playful curiosity in their tone, "A fox, even a scholarly one, can become quite comfortable in a familiar burrow. I am merely curious if the game encourages us to eventually leave the safety of the starting den."
The priest smiled knowingly, a gentle crinkle appearing around his eyes. "Your observations are astute, traveler. It is wise to consider the natural flow of a journey."
He nodded slowly. "You are correct in sensing that while Oakhaven offers a safe haven to learn the basics and find your footing, . The challenges and experiences that truly shape a traveler, both in skill and understanding of the world, lie beyond these village borders."
The priest leaned forward slightly. "To answer your question directly, . The villagers will continue their routines, and the tasks available may cycle, offering a semblance of activity. However, you will find that the . The creatures in the surrounding woods pose a limited threat, and the knowledge shared by the villagers, while valuable as a foundation, only scratches the surface of the world's rich tapestry."
He paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. "As for a specific time limit… that is something . Most travelers, driven by a desire for adventure and the whispers of greater discoveries, naturally move on after a time. The call of the wider world, with its diverse landscapes, challenging encounters, and intricate political and divine landscapes, tends to draw adventurers onward."
The priest continued, "There are , tales of individuals who have lingered here for exceptionally long periods. Some speak of them becoming , their potential left untapped. Others murmur of a point at which… , though the specifics are vague and often dismissed as folklore. It is said that the , but what that signifies, I do not know."
He concluded, "In my years here, I have not encountered a traveler who has remained in Oakhaven for what one might consider an extreme duration. The lure of the unknown, the promise of glory, and the simple need to progress often guide adventurers beyond our humble village. While you are welcome to stay as long as you wish, remember that the . Think of Oakhaven as a nurturing nest; eventually, the fledgling must take flight to truly experience the skies."
ProlixalParagon listened intently to the priest’s words, their large ears swiveling almost imperceptibly as they processed the information. They noted the slightly contradictory nature of the priest's reassurances – no forced consequences, yet a sense of inevitable stunted growth and vague rumors of changes to the wayshrine. Then there were odd holes and stutters in the dialogue. While they didn’t voice these observations, a suspicion began to form that the game, perhaps subtly, encouraged players to move beyond the tutorial. The idea of a hidden timer or a point of no return, even if not explicitly stated by the priest, felt plausible.
Thinking strategically, ProlixalParagon decided that leaving Oakhaven on their own terms was preferable to potentially being pushed out later. The priest, with their apparent knowledge of the wider world and helpful demeanor, might possess some useful starting equipment, even if not explicitly mentioned before.
"Thank you again, good father, for your guidance on the paths of knowledge and the nature of this world," ProlixalParagon said respectfully, inclining their head. "Before I consider venturing beyond Oakhaven, I wonder if you might have any further… practical aid that you could offer a humble traveler? Perhaps some provisions or basic equipment that might assist me on my initial steps into the wider lands?"
The priest smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a genuine desire to help. "Indeed, traveler. While our village is simple, we believe in offering what little assistance we can to those embarking on their journeys."
He turned and moved towards a small, unassuming chest nestled in the corner of the chapel. Opening it, he rummaged within for a moment before returning with a small collection of items.
"I can offer you a few essentials that might prove useful," the priest said, laying the items out on a nearby table:
- A modest health potion, its contents glowing with a faint, warm light.
- A small vial of mana potion, shimmering with a cool, ethereal luminescence.
- A slightly larger flask of stamina potion, radiating a subtle earthy aroma.
- A set of low-grade, worn leather armor, offering minimal protection but better than nothing.
- A simple but functional backpack, to help carry any provisions or items you might find.
- And a few copper coins, enough for perhaps a basic meal or a small purchase in a larger settlement.
The priest looked at ProlixalParagon apologetically. "Alas, I have no weapons to offer, much less any that would specifically suit the unique craft of a Tinkerer. Our village smithy focuses on more traditional tools and martial implements. You may need to seek out specialized artisans in larger towns or cities for such equipment."
He gestured towards the items. "These are offered freely, with the blessings of our community. May they aid you on your path."
ProlixalParagon’s glowing eyes scanned the offered items, a sense of gratitude washing over them. "Good father, your generosity is truly appreciated. These provisions will be invaluable as I take my first steps beyond Oakhaven. Thank you for your kindness and your blessings," they said sincerely, their bushy tail giving a respectful wag.
They carefully accepted each item, stowing the potions in the new backpack and examining the worn leather armor. While rudimentary, it was certainly better than the simple clothing they currently wore. They then tucked the few copper coins safely into a pouch.
With a final nod to the priest, "Farewell for now, good father. Your wisdom will not be forgotten," ProlixalParagon turned and made their way out of the quiet chapel and into the afternoon sunlight.
Their thoughts immediately turned to the village smithy. During their earlier exploration, they had noted the sign depicting a hammer and anvil, and as a Tinkerer, the prospect of finding crafting materials or someone with relevant skills was appealing. The priest had mentioned that the smith focused on traditional tools and martial implements, but perhaps he might still have some scrap metal or offer insights into basic metalworking techniques.
As they approached the smithy, the rhythmic clang of hammer on metal grew louder, a familiar and inviting sound. They stepped into the open-sided workshop, finding Borin, the burly human smith, still hard at work at his forge. The heat radiating from the glowing metal was intense, and sparks flew as Borin expertly shaped a piece of iron on his anvil.
ProlixalParagon waited respectfully until Borin paused in his hammering. "Greetings again, master smith," they said, their Fennician-tinged voice easily heard over the clanging of metal. "The good priest in the chapel was most helpful, and as I prepare to venture beyond Oakhaven, I thought I might inquire if you have any spare materials or perhaps could offer a novice some guidance in the basics of metalworking or the acquisition of components that a Tinkerer might find useful?"
Borin stopped hammering, the clang of metal echoing in the sudden silence. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with a calloused hand, his eyes, though initially focused on his work, now assessed ProlixalParagon with a thoughtful gaze. "A Tinkerer, eh?" he rumbled, setting the piece of hot iron aside. "The priest mentioned you were a traveler. It's not often we see your kind in Oakhaven. More used to rangers and the like heading out."
He gestured around his cluttered workshop, filled with various tools, raw materials, and finished pieces of metalwork. "Spare materials… well, a smith never truly has 'spare' metal, as everything has a potential use. However…" He ambled over to a dusty corner of the workshop, rummaging through a pile of discarded and worn items.
After a moment, he returned, holding out a small collection of objects. "These aren't worth much for proper smithing anymore, but they might be of use to someone with a knack for tinkering." He presented them to ProlixalParagon:
- A small, well-worn set of files of various shapes and sizes, their teeth slightly dulled but still functional.
- A pair of small, lightweight tongs, blackened with soot and showing signs of frequent use.
- A sturdy, but compact, handheld hammer, its head slightly loose but still capable of delivering a decent strike.
- A small, oddly shaped piece of what looked like tempered steel, perhaps an offcut from a larger project.
Borin added, "They're old and seen better days, but they're light enough to carry and might help you in a pinch to shape things or put together your… contraptions."
He then reached under his workbench and pulled out a simple, functional dagger with a slightly tarnished blade and a worn leather grip. "And this." he said, offering it to ProlixalParagon. "Every traveler should have a means of defense, even if their skills lie more in creation than combat. It's no fine blade, but it'll serve to cut cord or ward off small threats." The "Little brother" class mentioned in the sources uses daggers, indicating their general utility.
Borin looked at ProlixalParagon, his expression a mixture of gruffness and a hint of curiosity. "Take 'em. Consider it a parting gift from the smith of Oakhaven to a curious soul. Just don't go breakin' my good tools now, hear?".
ProlixalParagon’s glowing eyes widened slightly at the unexpected generosity of the smith. They carefully took the worn tools, examining the files, tongs, and small hammer with a keen interest. Even in their worn state, they could see the potential for creation and repair. The simple dagger, though not their primary focus, felt reassuring in their grasp.
"Master Smith Borin, your kindness is truly remarkable," ProlixalParagon said sincerely, their voice filled with genuine gratitude. "These tools, though worn, speak of honest craftsmanship and will be invaluable in my tinkering endeavors. And the dagger… your thoughtfulness in providing a means of defense is deeply appreciated. Thank you."
They carefully stowed the tools in their new backpack, ensuring they were secure, and then sheathed the dagger.
"Before I take my leave, Master Smith, might I trouble you for one final piece of guidance? The good priest mentioned a wayshrine of Oelia, a place from which travelers typically depart Oakhaven. Could you perhaps point me in the right direction to find this wayshrine?" ProlixalParagon inquired, their large, rotating ears attentively awaiting the smith's response.
Borin nodded, wiping his hands once more on his leather apron. "The wayshrine, aye. It's not too far. Head back out of the village the way you came, towards the east. You'll see a gravel path leading into the woods. It's a bit rougher than the main track, but it's the one most travelers take to the wayshrine.**"
He pointed in the general direction. "Keep following that path. It winds a bit, but it'll eventually open up to a small clearing. You can't miss the wayshrine when you see it – it's a . The priest can probably tell you more about how it works, but suffice to say, that's your way out of Oakhaven."
Borin paused, then added with a touch of gruff concern, "Be careful out there, traveler. The woods beyond the village are a bit wilder. You might encounter Mana Originating Beasts, the priest called 'em. Nothing too dangerous close to the village, but keep your wits about you. And that little dagger there might come in handier than you think."
ProlixalParagon listened carefully to the smith's directions. "East, along the gravel path… a small cabin in a clearing. Thank you for the clear instructions, Master Smith," they said, offering another respectful nod. The mention of Mana Originating Beasts served as a timely reminder that the relative safety of the tutorial village would soon be behind them.
With a final farewell to Borin, ProlixalParagon left the smithy and headed back towards the main path leading east out of Oakhaven. As instructed, they soon spotted a narrower path branching off, its surface covered in loose gravel. This clearly marked the route to the wayshrine of Oelia.
Taking a deep breath of the slightly cooler air under the trees, ProlixalParagon started down the gravel path. The woods here felt different from the immediate vicinity of the village. The trees were denser, and the sounds of the forest – the rustling of leaves, the chirping of unseen birds – seemed more pronounced. Their paws crunched softly on the gravel, a steady rhythm accompanying their steps.
As they walked, ProlixalParagon mentally reviewed the items they had received. The health, mana, and stamina potions would undoubtedly be valuable. The worn leather armor, while not offering significant protection, was a welcome addition. The backpack now held these essentials, along with the surprisingly useful tools from the smith – the files, tongs, and small hammer. As a Tinkerer, these tools held the promise of future creations and repairs, even if they weren't traditional weapons. The simple dagger rested at their side, a basic means of defense in a world that the armorer had hinted could be dangerous.
The thought of leaving the tutorial area of Oakhaven filled ProlixalParagon with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The priest's advice to explore had been wise, providing foundational knowledge about the world’s deities and factions. Their conversations with the armorer had offered further insights into the political landscape, racial tensions, and historical events. Even the seemingly simple tasks for the baker and the anticipated work for the farrier had started to provide a sense of interaction with the game world and a small amount of physical exertion, reflected in the subtle increase in their Strength.
However, the pull of the wider world and the desire to truly explore the capabilities of their Fennician Tinkerer avatar was strong. The small cabin, the wayshrine of Oelia, represented that next step, a gateway to unknown adventures and potential dangers. With a resolute flick of their bushy tail, ProlixalParagon continued along the gravel path, their glowing eyes focused on whatever lay beyond the trees, eager to see what the world of Ludere Online had in store.
Following the gravel path eastward, ProlixalParagon soon spotted a small clearing through the trees. Nestled within it was a modest wooden cabin, its unlit windows giving it a somewhat secretive air. This was the wayshrine of Oelia that Borin had described.
Approaching the cabin, ProlixalParagon noted its simple construction. A single, sturdy wooden door was the only visible entrance. Taking a final look back at the trees that concealed Oakhaven, they stepped towards the cabin and pushed the door open.
The interior of the wayshrine was dimly lit by a soft, ethereal glow emanating from what appeared to be a smooth, obsidian stone set into the far wall. As ProlixalParagon stepped inside, a crisp, game-like notification materialized in their vision:
Almost immediately following this, another notification appeared:
ProlixalParagon paused, their glowing eyes fixed on the notification. The memory of their earlier, slightly challenging encounter with the wolves flickered through their mind. As a Tinkerer, their skills were geared towards crafting and invention, not direct combat like some other classes might offer. A brief moment of doubt washed over them. Should they reconsider their class choice? Perhaps something more directly offensive would be safer beyond the tutorial zone.
However, the thrill of creation and the adaptability inherent in the Tinkerer class ultimately swayed their decision. They had chosen it for a reason – its potential for clever solutions and personalized creations resonated with their own inquisitive nature. With a mental affirmation, ProlixalParagon focused on the notification and willed a "Confirm" response.
The system notification vanished. For a brief moment, the cabin remained silent, the only sound the gentle hum of the obsidian stone. Then, a rich, swelling melody filled the air. Orchestral music, grand and evocative, seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once.
As the music began to build, the dim light of the cabin began to fade. The rough-hewn walls and the obsidian stone blurred at the edges. ProlixalParagon felt a strange sensation of lightness, as if their very being was becoming untethered. The earthy scent of the woods was replaced by a tingling, almost electric feeling. The world around them dissolved into a swirling vortex of colors and light, carrying ProlixalParagon away from the familiar confines of the tutorial zone and towards the uncharted territories that lay beyond.