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[Group][Aconite]: Early 20th century novelist
[Group][Aconite]: Wrote a really depressing book about how miserable it is being a lesbian in the 1920s
[Group][Efthalia]: how do you know about this stuff?
[Group][Aconite]: Well I do go the University of Leicester??
[Group][Efthalia]:??
[Group][Aconite]: Seriously, come to the raid tomorrow. It’ll be good.
[Group][Aconite]: Plus I bet you can do Maladreth in your sleep
[Group][Efthalia]: All right if you promise there’ll be drinking
[Group][Aconite]: Bjorn might even sing
[Group][Efthalia]: and that’s supposed to tempt me how?
[Group][Efthalia]: wait Bjorn goes?
[Group][Efthalia]: it really doesn’t sound like his thing
[Group][Aconite]: Hanging out with his friends wouldn’t be his thing?
[Group][Aconite]: I know he’s a bit of a dick but that’s really harsh
[Group][Efthalia]: i just meant he seems all super hardcore
[Group][Aconite]: Oh he still gets to show off
[Group][Aconite]: But honestly it’s just how we hang out onour Fridays
[Group][Aconite]: Like other people go to the pub
[Group][Efthalia]: I guess I’ll sign up then
[Group][Aconite]: Yay! See you tomorrow
[Group][Efthalia]: yeah see you then
[Group][Aconite]: I had a really nice time tonight
[Group][Efthalia]: Me too
[Group][Efthalia]: nn
[Group][Efthalia]: *hugs*
Chapter Five
Drew liked to keep Fridays clear just on the off-chance something came up, which meant, in practice, hanging out in the pub with his course mates because none of them had anything better to do. That said, he was pretty sure Sanee would still rip the piss out of him for going on a raid when he could, theoretically, have been at a trendy nightclub or gate-crashing an Embassy party. In Sanee’s estimation, raiding was basically one step up from speed-dating.
But he pushed all that stuff aside, got himself a six-pack, and settled down in front of his keyboard. He’d expected it to be a sort of undermanned, overgeared, half-arsed business, but actually, it seemed really popular. There were even people who weren’t on the raid hanging out in Mumble chatting as they levelled or played other video games or, in Caius’s case, worked from home. And, to his surprise, Drew found he was having a good time.
Solace had posted him an [Elegant Tuxedo] set, so for the first time since he’d started playing, Drew actually put something in Ella’s cosmetic slot. She kind of looked like a really angry butler, but he was glad he’d bothered, because everyone else was in an equally silly costume. Solace, as promised, was wearing a [Lovely Red Dress] from the Valentine’s event, Morag had a pumpkin head from Halloween, Ialdir was wearing a set of elvenchain Drew suspected had some kind of deep lore significance, and Bjorn had somehow managed to polymorph himself into a mushroom, which Drew was pretty sure was one of the really heavy faction rewards from vanilla.
They made a strange party as they burst through the gates of Traitor’s Spire in pursuit of Maladreth the Betrayer, the elf responsible for the schism in the elvish people, who, to be fair, was dressed almost as ludicrously as they were. He was sort of this OTT bishi sorcerer with ankle-length black hair, swirly black robes, massive eighties shoulder pads, and a pointy helm that had been the subject of many cock jokes down the years.
