The Neuro, book 3
The Reapers
by A. Livadny
release - January 24, 2018
preorder now - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076VNV7JV
Chapter One
THE AGRION MARKET square was uncrowded. Not many players
online today. Only the NPCs continued living their own computer-generated
lives.
For them it was
business as usual: merchants praising their wares, a crooked old lady shuffling
her feet past the swordsmiths' row. She leaned heavily on her staff and mumbled
something to herself as she cast watchful glances around in search for any
newbs whom she might reward with a social quest for their penny's worth of
alms.
A gust of wind
raised twisters of dust, stripping a lone tree of an armful of yellow autumn
leaves which floated swirling onto the cobblestones.
Business as usual
indeed, had it not been for the cold in my chest and the group of high level
riders who'd just dismounted by the tavern.
The city patrol
seemed quite alarmed by their arrival. The guards officer and two lancers
hovered nearby, casting sideways glances at the tired warriors and their lathering
horses with the tavern keeper fussing all about them.
I didn't know any
of the warriors in the group led by Enea's father. Their gear was worthy of
note: it lacked the usual abundance of useless elements so typical of fantasy
armor. Normally, a group of high-level warriors can be quite a motley bunch as
each player strives to stand out in the crowd as much as their wallets and
Strength numbers allow them. Especially Strength numbers. If a player's stats
allow them to lug around five hundred pounds of fancily decorated metal, that's
exactly what he or she will do.
