Spirit flats is one of the
starting areas for new character. Based on the idea of an old west mining town
that was deserted by most of its residents the zone is filled with low level
thugs, wolves, and introductory quests to help new players get a handle on the
way the game works. Most of the buildings have fallen apart due to neglect but
the General Store Bank and Bar is nearly immaculate. The front of the building
is a large covered porch where an older man sits in a rocking chair smoking his
pipe. He lowers the pipe and squint into the heat of the late afternoon to see
the outline of a new player walking into town. The old man waves a hand. “Over
here sonny!” He shouts. The figure in the distance notices the old man and
changes directions to head for him.
It has been years since Torcano
started a new character and everything about the gunslinger class feels weird
and slightly off. As he makes his way toward the old man on the porch a desperado
steps out from the ruins of the old bank. Torcano pulls his pistol and guns the
desperado down. He takes another step toward the General Store Bank and Bar and
two more desperado’s appear from behind the half burned out apothecary shop.
Torcano’s pistol nearly jumps from its holster, and he effortlessly spins the
gun between his shots, dropping the desperado’s easily. He turns back to face
the General Store to see Three new desperado’s standing between him and the old
man. Each with rifles leveled at him. His hand hovers over his holster. The
riflemen squint and adjust their grips. By the time the third riflemen would
have re-seated the stock into his shoulder he and the other two are filled with
bullet holes and dying on their knees.
The smoke cleared from Torcano’s
pistol and he Holster’s it a third time. The old man is nothing but a smile
behind his pipe. “Howdy pardner, can I trouble you for a favor?”
Torcano puts his right foot up on
the porch. “S’why I’m here.” He replied.
“This little town has had more
than it’s fair share of problems.” The old man gestured to the abandoned and
burnt out buildings with his pipe. “A local gang of desperado’s has descended
on the town and their burning everything not worth stealing. I’d be much
obliged if you did whatever you could to get them to leave town.” The old man
put his pipe back in his mouth.
Torcano nodded. “My pleasure.” He
replied and turned around to face the ghost town. The six desperado’s had yet
to despawn and didn’t count toward his quest completion. Exasperated Torcano
took a seat on the steps of the porch. Sighing heavily as the Old man continued
to rock in his chair. In the distance a tumble weed blew across the main road. “Beautiful
day.” Torcano observed, accepting that he could do nothing but wait for more
desperadoes.
The old man nodded from behind
his pipe. “Yeeeeeap.”
Another outline of a player
entering town appeared and Tocano stood up a it came toward the General Store
with the speed of serious purpose. Torcano knew who it was long before the
player was within targeting range. “Ooooof course.” Torcano grumbled to
himself. Before he could reach for his pistol bullets tore through his legs
just below the knees dropping him to the ground causing him to lose his grip on
his gun as he fell. The new player kicked Torcano’s pistol well out of his
reach and moved over to where he was laying on the ground. His shadow covered
Torcano’s face as he looked up to see his attacker. “Vrage, took you less time
to settle old scores than I expected.” Torcano admitted.
Vrage lifted his boot out of the
dirt and dug his spurs into Torcano’s cheek. “Yeah? You gonna try and talk me
into leaving you alone? Try to make me feel petty maybe? Convince me that we
can settle this after you’ve dealt with your brother?” Vrage shoved his foot
causing his spur to draw blood on Torcano’s face.
Torcano recoiled from the cut but
then shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He wiped blood from his face. “Do
what you came here to do.”
Vrage pulled a machete out from
the back of his belt and inspected the blade. “You in a hurry Torcano? Got somewhere to be perhaps?”
Vrage asked in a mocking tone.
Torcano squinted into the sun. “You
always were a dick Vrage.”
The old man never moved from his rocking chair.
