Jake The Cheater
Splash!
A tall, pale man with long black hair streaked with a few scattered white strands had just crash-landed like a missile into the previously undisturbed expanse of water. Almost as quickly as he had come, the river spat him back out onto the shore from whence he came, the stranger convulsing in agony like a fish out of water.
The spectral energy overwhelming his body was pure chaos, wreaking havoc deep within his soul.
"How fucking stupid," Hephais remarked, slack-jawed, arms crossed, and clearly not in the mood to offer any assistance.
"Maybe he's got a death wish or he's backed into a corner?" Jake surmised nonchalantly.
This guy wasn't one of the Myrtharian Nerds, but he wasn't a native either. He was a Player. Friend or foe? That was yet to be determined.