79 Vol 2. pt. 16 Patch 3.0: Opening Ceremony (1/2)

Fenrir and The Shoebill head back to the city's docks with only one hour left before the deadline.

Nell caught one fish.

Cassiel caught eleven fish.

Corwin caught seventeen fish.

Serra caught twenty-nine and three-fourths fish.

Fenrir has caught eighty-two and one-half fish.

There was one point where a convenient school of fish came near where he was casting his line at, so he was able to cast his line, reel in a fish, and cast it out to immediately reel in another fish.

Even if none of the others had caught a fish, Fenrir has secured enough of them to guarantee their position in the tournament's next stage.

The fact that Alexander was able to successfully get underneath Fenrir's skin just pisses him off even more. Alexander would normally just be some other asshole who Fenrir wants to kill and ruin the reputation of, but now Alexander has gotten under his skin. His dislike for Alexander, as biased as it may be, is far stronger than his dislike for Ull now.

Fenrir goes below deck while The Shoebill coasts into the city's waters.

”Tabs. You knew about those guys. Tell me everything else you know,” Fenrir orders.

Bonekraka notices Fenrir's mood and smiles.

This sort of mood is what brings them together.

”Oi. One, don't just order me around like that. Two, repeat number one. Got it, wolf boy?” Tabitha asks.

Her attitude brings Fenrir just enough out of his mood to realize that he's being rude. ”…sorry, I'm just in a bad mood,” he apologizes.

”Yeah, Now then, I don't know much about 'em other than what I've already told ya. They've got a ship that should be far outside their league, and despite bein' pretty new players – probably no older than you are, they've got some powerful items and skills already.”

”Twinks?” Fenrir asks.

”Could be. That's… actually a pretty darn good theory you've got there. Never really thought of twinkin' in this game, but it's possible if yer smart about it.”

”They're either twinks or somebody is supplying them and acting behind the scenes. Those are the only two options. Leveling up their skills would be easy as well if they've started off with overpowered items and never needed to worry about that.”

”What are twinks?” Nell asks, peeking down the stairs.

”Players who basically start new characters and make them OP by giving them special items that they shouldn't be able to have yet. Like, imagine a level one character in some RPG instantly getting access to a level fifty sword. They'd be able to kill everything instantly to quickly gain experience and stats. Could also explain their ship. If they already had the ship before, all they had to do was hide it away where nobody would accidentally find it, kill themselves on the ship without respawning there, and then start new characters. Then all they'd have to do is go over to the ship, loot their dead bodies, and sail off with brand new faces and reputations.”

”Don't think that'd work, actually. I doubt the virtual assistants would let 'em keep knowledge o' wherever they parked their ship,” Tabitha says.

”It's possible as long as they're smart. All they'd have to do is only kill one or two of themselves at a time. Whoever is left alive can guard the ship and give their friends out-of-game knowledge about the ship's general location, and then they can meet up that way. When I first died, Serra was able to give me a general location of where she'd be, but I just couldn't remember where exactly it was. A general location is all you really need, though.”

”Yer right, that'd work. Well, this complicates things. I'm guessin' they want to try and sweep the tourney while being known as a bunch o' noobs. I know there's tons of bettin' on 'em. They're the underdog story of the tournament.”

”Then we put them in their place,” Bonekraka says, smashing his fists together.

Fenrir looks up at Bonekraka and smiles. ”That's exactly what we're going to do,” Fenrir says.

”And how exactly do ya plan on takin' down a ship made out of steel oak? We've got a few cannons here, but even if I modify 'em before the tourney, they ain't gonna be strong enough to penetrate its hull. They'd basically just bounce off! Boardin' is out of the question as well given that they'd make quick work of us,” Tabitha explains.

”Is steel oak flammable?” Fenrir asks.

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A light bulb goes off in Tabitha's head. ”It is,” she confirms.

”Think you could make some carcass shots?”

Bonekraka starts giggling at the question as he awaits Tabitha's answers.

”It's scary when the big guy there giggles. But yeah, I can make 'em. Might get us a really bad rep usin' that, though,” Tabitha answers. ”This might surprise ya, but nobody in the main factions encourages usage of stuff like that. It's basically chemical warfare. Anybody who does use stuff like this is usually hunted down by goody-two-shoes.”

”Chemical warfare? Carcass shots?” Nell asks. Serra is standing next to her now with an excited smile.

”Imagine cannon balls that basically smash open when they hit something and sets fire to everything around it while the fumes basically poison anybody near them,” Fenrir explains.

”Told you that he's getting serious,” Oleander pokes his head down now.

”That – that sounds scary, but at the same time, so evil in the right kind of way!” Nell exclaims.

Everybody seems excited by this idea aside from Cassiel and Corwin whom can hardly believe what they're hearing.

”Anyways, we're here now,” Oleander tells them.

”Alright. Nell, can you stay down here for now?” Fenrir asks.

”If it is what is required of me, then I shall do so, my hero,” Nell answers.

”Thanks. Alright, the rest of us, let's get up there and turn in our fish.”