Yarrow Woods

Armor clanking, heavy stomping, a screeching monster approached my party.

"Is everyone ready? We all need to focus, remember the plan!" I yell from the back. I'm the cleric for this party, but also the leader. We're all friends in real life too which helps us work better together.

"Zanzebell, it's attacking, where's that fireball?" I ask the mage, as I throw up a shield, just barely blocking my teammate's from getting hit.

Garesh, the tank, lunges and slices the monsters legs, but it has six, so it's still standing. Finally, a fireballs the size of a cannon, blasts the monsters two heads. It has become blind. Our damage dealer, Vredrum, finishes the monster off with a sword to it's core.

"Great job everyone! Now let's split the loot evenly and log out for the night." I say as we open the chest it dropped. There was some fine armor and weapons, along with a rare item. It was called, "The Staff of Despair." No one had found it before. It was for necromancy.

"We could sell this and be rich in game you guys!" I say excitedly, everyone nodded in agreement. Since I was the leader I took the staff to sell, I had the highest stats in bartering anyways.

Everyone said their goodbyes. I checked the time and decided to play a bit longer. I lived to play this game. "Champagne Paradise" is my favorite MMORPG. It's a free world, where you can do and be anything. And by anything I mean everything. I'm a cleric called "Moonflower."

I'm going to ride into town in the dark, maybe a bit foolish, but I can handle the weaklings in the area with my "Hammer of Light."

I could see the edge of town. The light dangling on the horizon. This game was so beautiful, it was hard to leave, I wanted to stay here instead of going back to my bleak existence as an office worker.

An arrow flies past my face. No, no way someone was waiting to pick us off, right? I tried to get my horse to go faster.

"Halt!!! Hand over the staff, or die!" A man screamed at me nocking another arrow. "I won't miss again!" He warned.

I tried to steer around him, but it was of no use. the arrow got me, and it was laced in a poison that I couldn't heal. My hit points lowered swiftly and I fell off my horse. As death is realistic, I felt my mind slipping as death was taking me. The last I heard was the man yelling orders to loot the staff from me before it was too late, and then I died.