<div style="text-indent:1em;">Chris sat on the bench outside the blacksmith shop, his head dripping down in time with the hammer strikes as he slowly drifted to sleep.  He failed to notice the hammer stop its ringing until it slammed onto the bench next to him.  Jumping upright from his seat, Chris glared at the bearded face of his Crafter, Rashad.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"You aren't going to make a good impression on prospective guild mates if they find you sleeping."  The bulky Polynesian said, his smile shining through his beard like diamond in coal.  He was about average height, but his shoulder where about twice as wide as most people.  His skin was an Oceanic tan, and covered in tribal tattoos.  While his beard was impressive the top of his head was uncovered.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"If we end up stuck on lower dungeons because you scare off all good players, I'm gonna be really upset with you."<br/>Rashad "F0rg3r" Montero: Crafter <br/>Str: 15<br/>Dex: 8<br/>Con: 17<br/>Int: 10</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Hey, shut it, I've been waiting all damn night for someone to show up." Chris yelled back, clearly in need of some coffee.  While Rashad was built wide, Chris was built tall.  At about 7’ he was a giant of a man.  His hair was a military cut of carrot red. On his back was a sword that would look like he was compensating if he wasn’t so big.  "I doubt we're gonna get anyone at 3 in the morning, but no you insist I sit out here 24/7."<br/>Chris "Kr1s_13" Hale: Tank<br/>Str: 19<br/>Dex: 8<br/>Con: 15<br/>Int: 8</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Rashad laughed at Chris' outburst, hefting the large forge hammer onto his shoulder.  "Then get yourself drink.  The caffeine in this floor should raise your sleep stat out of red.  I'll man the post while you're gone if you get me some."  He pressed his free hand to the center of his chest, and a menu appeared before him.  It wasn't long before a small bag of kel materialized into his hand.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Chris eyed the money for a second, before taking roughly from his friends hand.  Standing up and stretching, he stalked off into the main city of Floor 20, Coriallum.</div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">While most floors in this prison some called a game where mainly wilderness with small villages scatter in between, Floor 20 was almost entirely covered in a metropolis if small strips of farmland separating the 4 cities.  The first floor had been the same, but there was one big difference between the two.  While floor one had resembled Medieval London, the 20th floor was pulled right out of ancient Rome.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">As Chris stalked through the streets he eyed the stalls and vendors.  These guys didn't mind being up every hour of the day, but they weren't real people so that might explain why.  The words on the signs were all in Latin, but when he looked at them a small box popped up next to them with a translation.  Multi-lingual was the only non-combat skill he had, but it was really damn useful in any city they visited.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He kept going until he spotted a coffee stall, he stalked up to the man and roughly slammed his money onto the cart's surface.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I want two coffee's for 38 kelvos, take it or I go to the next cart."  The sign said 20 K a cup, but the AI for the vendors had bartering mechanics, so a smart man could get a good deal.  A pissed off man could get a decent one.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"The next cart is two blocks away, you sure you want to walk that far?"  The coffee vendor asked, his face attempting to mimic curiosity, but the program instead managed sarcasm.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Thanks for telling me where it is."  Chris said as he scooped up the money, and began walking further down the street.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Wait, I take you're price!"  The makeshift barista said, the  facial code was better at making a worried look.  When Chris returned he placed the money down, but this time short one kel.  He gave the vendor a hard glare as the man counted the coins, daring him to speak up about it.  But the NPC didn't look up, instead taking his 37 kel and two cups of coffee materialized on the cart's counter.  They did not come with a holder.  Chris gave the man a raised eyebrow, to find the vendor making an eerily family glare.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"The tray will be 3 kel."  He said, his ultimatum struck.  Chris looked down at the cups of piping hot liquid and shrugged.  He had the skills to handle hot materials, he'd be fine.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Pleasure doing business with you."  Chris said as he walked of, taking sips from one cup, with the occasional supplement of the other.</div><br/><br/><br/>______________________________<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Jordon walked down the street, taking in the sights of the 20th floor.  This had been her first time here, and she was loving that new floor smell.</div><br/>Jordon "H0t$h1t" Kai<br/>Str: 8<br/>Dex: 16<br/>Con: 10<br/>Int: 16<br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Thanks for having me you guys!"  She said to the party she had accompanied up to the floor.  They're farewells were mixed, a two cheerful, another duo a little sad, and the last one was dead silent.  She could feel the only other girl's glare as she waltzed of into the city.   Glad to begone of the perv's and the bitch, Jordon spent the first hour or so wandering the city, taking in the sights.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Jordon is a little taller than your average girl, and a little more gifted as well.  Her hair is chocolate brown, tied in a braid that goes to the small of her back.  She wears a leather coat that looks a little too small, held tight by a pair of leather straps across her chest.  She neglects wearing anything underneath, preferring to push the standard of common decency.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">She had heard that the 20th floor was another metropolis, but words do not live up the to the product.  She had taken a trip to the actual Rome once, and she was getting de ja vu.  As she walked about, she spotted something out of place.  What looked like a poster, and unlike everything else it was written in English.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Looking for players for new guild" the paper said, the bottom half was cut into four slips each with something written on them:  DPS, Support, Debuff, and Versatile respectively, each with the same location on them.  Jordon almost jumped for joy, it had been much easier than she had expected to find a new group.  Taking the Debuff slip, she began searching for this Masked Blacksmith shop.  Hopefully it was somewhere nearby, or this could take a good long while.</div>