[ti]dungeon[/ti][Instance][C/Morgan] LEVEL-1: Spirit's Grave

Morgan had been busy fiddling with a couple of options inside of her HUD when the advertisement had gone out in DungeonChat. At first, she didn't really see it considering the layers upon layers of pop up windows nestled perfectly on top of it. She was much too busy forcing different buttons and her tall grass HP to be in the proper places where she could more easily read them. "Really should have grabbed a guide or something. How do people even make this kind of stuff?" An exasperated sigh escaped her lips until the message had moved up enough so it just peeked up above the many windows on her screen. Morgan watched in interested, excited to actually see what this little expedition would consist of.

DungeonChat> Yeah, I'll tag along with you. Send me an invite and we'll play Sherlock Holmes for a bit.

One haste filled run to the zone in question, Morgan appeared before Shalin, legs having walked across most of the zone. At her arrival, she stumbled across the woman dressed in green with a critical eye. "You the one who asked for help in DungeonChat?" The goth asked with a stoic voice. "I haven't been out this far before, so don't expect much from me if anything jumps us. I've got a Fennekin and a dream."

Shalin Nariya

"That's me." Morgan joked around with Shalin while keeping a smug aura about her. The woman in front of her had an interesting choice in attire. Did the game devs really put that risky little outfit into the game so freely? Not that she was one to judge. "Nice to meet you, Shalin and Starr. I met another rider just there other day, come to think of it." The Espeon by her had introduced itself with a tail wave. A simple party trick but Morgan had always thought their looks were mysterious and elegant. Although they probably weren't the size of this one either. Some kind of crazy magic that Huge Seal was. Something to keep track of.

"Huge Seal? Is that one of those-" Once the Espeon had gently nuzzled her tail against Morgan's leg, the goth felt her cheeks flush on instinct. Her apathetic eyes looked down at the psychic-type in front of her with an internal desire to just pluck this thing from the ground and surround it in hugs and affection. But she managed to control herself enough from doing just that and knelt down to briefly stroke the vulpine's fur. "So you're here for treasure, huh? You've got the looks of one at least. Any reason why you're after some ancient MacGuffins?" she asked while following Shalin to the dungeon entrance and watched as they were denied entrance.

Shalin fidgeted around with the staircase a bit while Morgan watched in confusion. What was she trying to do here? "Uh, I think you need to dismount to enter here. It's not like we're gunna find that..." The woman in green soon phased through the floor while Morgan watched in shock. Her jaw agape, the gothic player watched in surprise before then jumping past the entrance into the same loading zone.

Shalin Nariya