<div style="text-indent:1em;">Rashad was leaning against the doorway of the shop when a man began waving to him. <span style="font-style: italic"> 'And Chris said no one would show up?'</span> he thought to himself, waving back.  Pushing off from the wall, he hefted his hammer up onto his shoulder as the player approached.  However the stranger collided with a small girl, who's outfit left little to the imagination.  After a small conversation the two began walking towards Rashad, only to be interrupted by a third player, who glanced over at him.  Looking at their hands, Rashad realized they were all holding slips of paper, and he belted out a down right jolly laugh.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Well, isn't this the strangest coincidence. You three looking for The Masked Blacksmith?  Well, you've found him!"  He walked towards the trio, left hand extended.  "The name is Rashad, crafter.  What roles are you filling?"</div><br/><br/>__________________________________________<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Jordon had been walking around for a good hour, and she was officially lost.  That was the other part that reminded her of Rome, the street layout made no god damn sense.  She could have sworn she had stumbled back into the courtyard she found the paper in, but the post it had been attached to was now free of paper.  Also, what looked like a fight had broken out, and there hadn't been any fighting before.  Now walking down what looked like a market street, Jordon was trying to figure out what the symbols on the cart meant when she bumped into someone.  Getting the hot coffee he was carrying spilled all over her.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Hot! Oh fucking shit!"  She started cussing, quickly pulling up her inventory to pull out a fire resistance potion.  Downing the freezing pink liquid fast, she looked back down at her chest.  The coffee had gone right between the flaps of her jacket, running underneath the straps and between her boobs like some kind of devils water slide.  Now that her skin was burn-proof, the burns started to heal themselves as the towns regen effect kicked in.  Satisfied that she wasn't going to lose or ruin anything important, she looked up to glare at the offender.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Chris, for his part, had been to busy checking out a different hottie he had passed when he bumped into the leather-vest-wearing chick.  And after taking a moment to appreciate the running liquid system at work, he now realized that she was going to be pissed.  So when Jordon raised her eyes at Chris, the other drink he had been holding was being extended out in offering in his left hand.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Sorry about that." He said, but Jordon was having none of it.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I think I've had enough coffee, you owe me a fire res pot."  She said, pushing the coffee.  Chris merely laughed, then began walking around her.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Yeah, I ain't dropping 80 kal on a girl I don't know, no matter how hot that outfit is."  Chris said over his shoulder, laughing at his own pun.  Jordon glared at his back for a second, before drawing the crossbow from her back and firing three bolts in rapid succession.  The first bolt was a punch shot, hitting Chris in the left elbow.  The second was a sticky bolt, hitting his right hand and expanding to attach to his hip.  The final bolt was a wide bladed cutter bolt, slicing through the tendons in his right knee.  In combined effect, Chris was sent tumbling to his right, arm stuck so he couldn't catch himself, and coffee spilled right into his face and smug ass mouth.  Jordon watched for a few moments as Chris layed on the ground, sputtering and cursing.  But when she turned to walk away, she heard him shout something odd.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I'll get you that potion!"  He said, rolling onto his back so he could watch her.  He must have had a temperature resistance perk as his face wasn't covered in scald marks.  "If you tell me how the hell you did that."  Jordon considered for a moment, then walked back over retrieved her bolts.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"It's a special skill tree I found."  She said, picking up the punch shot.  "It lets me use trick arrows to cripple and hamper enemies."  She tapped the sticky bolt, and the glue dispersed.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"So you're a debuff?"  Chris asked, grabbing a hold of the cutter bolt's blade.  The shaft had punched clean through his knee, so the easiest way to get it out would be pull it the rest of the way through.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Yeah, why do you ask?"  Jordon said, cringing as Chris ripped the bolt through his knee.  Chris handed it back, then stood up on what should have been a 1 minute cripple.  <span style="font-style: italic">'The man must be a tank.'</span>  Jordon thought to herself.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Cause I actually need a good debuff.  My name's Chris, let's head back to my place and I'll get you two of those potions."  Jordon looked at him for a second, then pulled out the slip she had torn off the paper.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Jordon, this wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?"</div>