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This story is posted by the same author going by the pen name of "City of Angels" at Fiction Press so don't assume either of my split personalities of plagiarizing each other. Thanks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Copyrights~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I do not own Ragnarok Online. However, I do own the rights to this story, the title "Shadow and Silver" and the Characters "Lemora Vivian Cleaves" and "Jake Zamoria" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here you go, lil' Poring. Enjoy your meal." Lemora Vivian Cleaves loved feeding her father's pet Poring. Everything about the little red jelly-like blob was soooo cute!! She laughed joyfully at how the apple juice swirled around in the Poring's translucent body before slowly disappearing, spread to every part of the Poring's soft round body.
She walked into her bedroom and let out a groan. Her eyes traveled to the various Rosaries and crucifixes hanging on the walls, the posters preaching of holiness and righteousness, and her thoughts immediately went back to her goal: To join the ranks of the Acolytes. To don that light beige uniform, to heal and aid others, and to transport people to their destinations. She would be totally overrun by offers to join parties and guilds due to the healing powers only Acolytes and Crusaders were taught.
"Sigh, still such a long way to job level 10." What she really needed was someone to tank her. (Tanking means getting someone to help you train by allowing the monster to focus its attention on him and in so doing, prevent the person being tanked from getting damage. The tanker would usually be a person of a much higher level than the person being tanked.) But finding a person willing to tank such a low-level Novice would be incredibly rare. Her best chance would be to get someone to create a party with her and help her kill monsters.
She heaved herself out of her bed and walked onto the busy, Merchant- infested streets of Prontera, the capital city of Rune-Midgard. She saw a female priest with a blue aura around her, signifying she was one of the best trained people in the whole of Rune-Midgard. Lemora stared at the pretty young Priest enviously, both of her looks and her profession. "Warp Portal!!" The priest started casting a Warp Portal: a portal which other people could enter to warp to other places.
Out of curiousity, Lemora started walking towards the Warp Portal, wondering where it would bring her. She had often been warped to dangerous places such as Glast Heim and Turtle Island, and had to be saved by her parents on various occasions. She entered the portal in a flash of blue light and found herself standing on a hot sandy round surrounded by tents, and she could hear the strains of lutes and drums.
She must be in Morroc, the city of the desert. Lemora clutched her purse nervously. Morroc was the birthplace of thieves, and the city had a nasty reputation of leaving tourists penniless. At least she had a better chance of finding help here, as thieves (and would-be ones) were less picky about teammates, often worrying whether their teammates were loaded with Zeny or not.
She slung her mace over her shoulder for protection and started walking through the sandy, yet strangely romantic streets of Morroc, towards the famous Morroc Oasis and Royal Palace.
This story is posted by the same author going by the pen name of "City of Angels" at Fiction Press so don't assume either of my split personalities of plagiarizing each other. Thanks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Copyrights~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I do not own Ragnarok Online. However, I do own the rights to this story, the title "Shadow and Silver" and the Characters "Lemora Vivian Cleaves" and "Jake Zamoria" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here you go, lil' Poring. Enjoy your meal." Lemora Vivian Cleaves loved feeding her father's pet Poring. Everything about the little red jelly-like blob was soooo cute!! She laughed joyfully at how the apple juice swirled around in the Poring's translucent body before slowly disappearing, spread to every part of the Poring's soft round body.
She walked into her bedroom and let out a groan. Her eyes traveled to the various Rosaries and crucifixes hanging on the walls, the posters preaching of holiness and righteousness, and her thoughts immediately went back to her goal: To join the ranks of the Acolytes. To don that light beige uniform, to heal and aid others, and to transport people to their destinations. She would be totally overrun by offers to join parties and guilds due to the healing powers only Acolytes and Crusaders were taught.
"Sigh, still such a long way to job level 10." What she really needed was someone to tank her. (Tanking means getting someone to help you train by allowing the monster to focus its attention on him and in so doing, prevent the person being tanked from getting damage. The tanker would usually be a person of a much higher level than the person being tanked.) But finding a person willing to tank such a low-level Novice would be incredibly rare. Her best chance would be to get someone to create a party with her and help her kill monsters.
She heaved herself out of her bed and walked onto the busy, Merchant- infested streets of Prontera, the capital city of Rune-Midgard. She saw a female priest with a blue aura around her, signifying she was one of the best trained people in the whole of Rune-Midgard. Lemora stared at the pretty young Priest enviously, both of her looks and her profession. "Warp Portal!!" The priest started casting a Warp Portal: a portal which other people could enter to warp to other places.
Out of curiousity, Lemora started walking towards the Warp Portal, wondering where it would bring her. She had often been warped to dangerous places such as Glast Heim and Turtle Island, and had to be saved by her parents on various occasions. She entered the portal in a flash of blue light and found herself standing on a hot sandy round surrounded by tents, and she could hear the strains of lutes and drums.
She must be in Morroc, the city of the desert. Lemora clutched her purse nervously. Morroc was the birthplace of thieves, and the city had a nasty reputation of leaving tourists penniless. At least she had a better chance of finding help here, as thieves (and would-be ones) were less picky about teammates, often worrying whether their teammates were loaded with Zeny or not.
She slung her mace over her shoulder for protection and started walking through the sandy, yet strangely romantic streets of Morroc, towards the famous Morroc Oasis and Royal Palace.