"And so, after the first day in the world of Fantasia, the two elves have met once again, not only reuniting themselves, but also the young wayfarer Solo and Dewey the slime, as well as Daria the guardswoman and Zoltan of course. The heroes, eventually, all went away into their dreams in their beds, Solo and Neria together, much to Dewey's disgust in the morning, Giselle, Daria, and Zoltan in their own rooms, resting up until the day would break, the sun rising triumphantly from the horizon. They'd soon encounter a cause they'd have to face, but for now they would begin to embark on their first quest! However, this quest is much more than it merely seems, as in actuality the truth is well concelead beneath the roots. But, upon triumph, the heroes would liberate Merc from its shackles one man forced, one Hero, who submitted to the tyrannical Dark King. This one Hero's influence was prominent all over Merc, but he's under many guises...for now, the heroes will begin Quest 001 - Merc!"<br/><br/><strong>Solo Branning; Dewey<br/>Time; Day 2, morning<br/>Location;  Hillsbrow Village<br/>Tagged; Neria</strong><br/><br/>Solo's arms were wrapped around the very thing that knocked him into the greatest sleep he'd ever had: the light elf Neria. Last night was certainly magical, after that last muttered word that left the elegant lips of the lover, Solo experienced sensations beyond comprehension unless from experience. Even Neria, one who most likely had experienced the magic multiple times over, had been severely influenced by the sheer pleasure. And it resulted in the two becoming so tired, Solo began talking to nobody, and Neria collapsed into Giselle's arms. But right now she was in his, her warmth shared with his, much like their pleasure, but now he'd done it. Thanks to him, Neria had her powers back again. And sure, it wasn't the most daunting of tasks, but Solo was beginning to enjoy the taste of helping others...or sex...or sex from a skilled lover such as Neria. But it was a new day, a new dawn, and a new adventure. So, Solo's eyes began to blink as he looked over at the curvacious figure in front of him, his arms wrapped around her waist, the blonde cascade of hair flowing down from her hair like liquid gold. It brought a smile to Solo's face that they both enjoyed it a lot. Letting out a yawn, he looked over at Neria's beautiful sleeping face and kissed her cheek; he was a nuturing boy...no, he was a man now. Solo was a nuturing man, he cared a lot about those who meant so much to him, even Dewey: he viewed the little tike as the lttle brother he never had.<br/><br/>Speaking of Dewey, as Solo smiled before rolling back over, looking towards Dewey's bed, the slime wasn't there. In fact, as he rolled back over Neria slowly, refraining from awakening her, he spotted the little guy, sleeping wrapped in Neria's arms. Solo chuckled at this, he loved the elf like a mother, and it was obvious why. She gave to others a sense of tranquility, security, kindness. It was obvious the slime would make this association. Solo rubbed the small thing on its...its head, I suppose, as he took his hands from underneath Neria. He recalled he was wearing his clothes as he slept, so he needed a new pair. So opening up his rucksack he made the change. "I suppose Dewey can have a go at cleaning them for me." he said quietly as he tucked the old clothes into the bag, taking his adorned signiture headpiece. Smiling up at it, he said "I don't even know what you are, but soon I'll see what you are." Solo was really content, but smelly. After all, he and Neria had exchanged bodily fluids, as well as sweat all over eachother, but Neria's smelt sweeter oddly. Maybe natural body odour for elves was nice, maybe it was mere perfume. Solo didn't know, but he did know he needed a shower soon. Fortunately, the inn had baths in each room, so it didn't take too long before he was cleansed again.<br/><br/>Dewey was softly nestled in Neria's arms, letting outhis adorable sounds of breath as he slept, so quiet and cute. He was a bundle of joy, but pest would better describe him! Suddenly, the slime opened up its little eyes and turned to see Neria asleep, and hear Solo's footsteps from the bathroom. Streching his body, he looked over Neria and said "Hey Miste-!!!"  He was cut off by Solo hushing him, wanting Neria to wake up not from his noise. "Sowwy..."  the slime whispered, before Solo decided to sit down on what should've been his bed and lay there for Neria to awaken. Dewey, however, decided to snuggle back into Neria's warmth again and doze away, hopefully getting a little more sleep. Solo merely chuckled, she'd have a hard time getting rid of that slime.<br/><br/>However, if Neria wasn't awakened in the few minutes of silence, she'd certainly be awakened by the large amount of fuss going on down the market. There were people shouting, near the inn, "We've been conned!" and throwing water over themselves. Some children were crying when they heard the news. If the sounds didn't wake up Neria, Solo shaking her saying "Neria, come on! Somethings happening outside...oh, Dewey, tell her to meet me at the town market will ya?" He said with desperation in his voice; Solo needed to act now, and doign so he darted out the room and down the stairs, out the inn and to the market when he saw a huge collection of people gathered around a man on a podium. The words he heard were stuck in his head.<br/><br/>The bloke, being the most appropriate term to describe the man on the podium, spoke in a rough, traditional Hillsbrow accent as he said "McKennedeh's gone too far now! 'E's bin drainin' our resources that we bloodeh needehd for his bloomin' products and wonders that 'ave only caused Merc tragedeh! Mothahs, you've bin bathin' yer children in 'is products, but the fact is the bloodeh stuffs made out of yer pets! Thats right! 'E's usin' dogs, cats, and even slimes to create these 'orrid products! Now weh must fight bahck!" Solo managed to comprehend the man, an entrepeneur's products being made from household pets and their parts. The idea was both insane and plain cruel. Solo began to make his way back before a shift character called him up: "Hey, green hair." Solo walked up to him, intruiged merely by the man. "Listen, McKennedy's in with the Dark King, he's bloody cut us off any transport in and out of Merc as it is the only land to never be ruled. We're isolated, but not for long. Listen, kid, I want you to go to Pluma Island, right, and kill McKennedy. If thats done, his workers...or slaves rather, will give up, and everyone will know your name as the man who freed Merc."<br/><br/>It was simple, a quest to kill a horrid man. The idea sounded sinister, and Solo looked away to contemplate, but as he turned to the man to ask him, he had vanished, behind only a symbol with the words "REBELS ARMS" embroided on it. "So...to Pluma Island then."<br/>