Mohoti

What would a man from a world of Immortals, Mythical Beasts and Mystical abilities do when his memories resurface in a mundane world? 
Weighed by the morals and rules of the said world they fall into utter boredom that leads them to a path of solace.
Sam chose the Solace of Games and by luck a game that mirroed reality came to be.
But before the Game could even start a plethora of reasons made him play with intense vigor.
For the World Of Vestia was waiting for his Epics to be sang.

[A/N: Author here, your Golden Tickets and Power stones are much appreciated. I'll try to make your contributions more worthwhile.]

The Epics Of Vestia

Valmus walked into a small tavern, it had few customers during the day since most Adventures and Mercenaries were out, even players rarely frequented the establishment unless they wanted a place to tether their Avatars inorder to logout.

Valmus sat on one of the many tables, it was a round table with four chairs, a jug filled with water and four glasses flipped over.

The outing with Alice had shed a light to quite a bit of things for Valmus, he had been mainly focused on setting up foundations for his and Carl's guild that he hadn't even considered quite a few things.

For instance, forming a guild required three things, Land, A Guild Token, a Guild Formation Permit and to an extent a guarantor of sorts.

These three might sound simple but they weren't in the slightest, take the Land requirement for instance, it was a daunting task for a player to buy land within any Empire of any Continent.

Chapter 129: Recruits I