#tempestquest

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Quest: Train Them Right

Standing in the centre of Aantyl, Tempest glared at the NPC weapon merchant in front of her. She'd spent the best part of 10 minutes looking at a lovely pair of daggers that she'd had her eye on ever since she'd first walked by them sometime last week. Oh they were so pretty and while she wasn't a particularly materialistic person, just one look at these daggers was practically making her weak at the knees. The problem? After falling in love with them, she'd been rudely informed that her level was too low. Why couldn't he have just said something at the beginning? Now she was just fuming and in a really bad mood.

There was a reason why she was happy with her constant level 15 status. It meant she still had a good 85 levels between her and escaping this paradise. That meant that if she accidentally leveled up at any point she was still safely stuck in this world and that suited her just fine. But she had to admit, having spent time with people who were a higher level than her, it would be nicer just to be a little stronger. That way she could stop almost dying every time she ended up in a fight. Not dying was always a good goal to aim for in this world. Maybe if she tried to get to around level 50 and then just stopped trying? That way she'd be relatively strong, but also still be safely far away enough from the 100 level mark. Yes that was a good plan. But for that plan to happen she needed quests!

Sending one last dirty look at the NPC, she turned around and went searching for a quest that would earn her a good deal of experience. But all of the good ones were way too high level and half of those ones required a partner as well. This was just not her day. Tempest felt herself developing a headache and was about to just leave the city altogether when she spotted a familiar, tall and handsome figure. The gears in her head turned and while she hated to admit that she needed help...well she really did need it and she wasn't going to get a silly thing like pride get in her way. 

Striding up to him, she tiptoed up to tap him on the shoulder. "Theseus...Hi...yeah...I need you for something. Not exactly a Minotaur situation but still. How'd you feel about helping me kill 50 or so wolves?" She rattled off, not really giving him much room to argue as she just grinned broadly at him.

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Quest: Campfire Classic

There were times when Tempest loved how realistic the game world was. Tonight was  definitely not one of them, as it was so cold that she had had to abandon her usual safe sleeping areas, and was now trying to light a small fire, in a tiny clearing she'd found the night before. As she worked, she silently cursed the developers and JNNMTNZ for the fact that she was freezing her ass off. While the cold was something she could deal with to an extent, as she was more than capable of building a fire, she hated the vulnerable position it put her in. 

The fire and the fact that she'd be sleeping in plain view, just painted a target over her head and she half expected to wake up and find her stuff missing...or not wake up at all. She winced and shook her head, trying to just focus on the task at hand. Her hands were numb though, and it was making her movements clumsier than usual. After a few failed attempts, she managed to light a small fire and quickly used it to warm her hands. As the sensation returned to them, she started to allow herself to relax. 

Despite the cold, tonight was actually a beautiful night. There wasn't a cloud in sight and she could see all of the stars out in full force. Tempest had no clue about real world constellations, so had no idea if the developers had used the same ones. Or if they'd even bothered to make fake constellations for the world of Naxis. But either way, it sure was pretty.

Laying back on the hard ground, she continued to stare at the sky, and barely even reacted to the shooting star that flared across the sky. When she'd lived near Stockholm, they were a regular feature of the night sky. She'd been young then, but she could still remember foolishly wishing on them. Wishing for things that were long gone. For people that would never come back. She was glad she wasn't that naive anymore. That kind of naivety would just lead to her untimely death.

Closing her eyes, she tried in vain to block out the memories of her younger self crying out for her parents. That wasn't her. She wasn't Tove anymore. She was Tempest now.