Lunaria

I clicked the button again, and the randomizer whirred to life once more. The wireframe shifted and morphed, this time settling into a lithe, fox-like form with sleek, fiery orange fur and piercing amber eyes. The name "Kitsune" flashed on the screen, and the class was listed as a Rogue-Mage hybrid. Her stats included high agility, stealth, and magic, along with allure, seduction, and shapeshifting abilities. I was intrigued but still hesitant, so I clicked the randomizer one last time. A warning popped up, reminding me that this was my final attempt.

The screen flickered once more, and the wireframe model began its final transformation. This time, it settled into a graceful, feline form with sleek, jade-green fur and piercing sapphire eyes. The name "Lunaria" appeared, and her class was listed as a Healer-Mage hybrid. Her stats included high charm, empath, healing, and magic, along with allure, seduction, and dance abilities. Lunaria's avatar was a stunning humanoid cat, with a lithe, athletic build and a regal demeanor. Her fur was soft and shimmering, and her long, flowing tail seemed to have a life of its own. Her face was a perfect blend of human and feline features, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips that curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with intelligence and compassion, reflecting her role as a healer. I couldn't help but feel drawn to Lunaria's elegance and grace, and I knew she would be the perfect avatar for my journey in this virtual world.

A message appeared advising me to prepare for my "epic" adventure. Suddenly I felt weightless as darkness enfolded me and the Lunaria avatar. Just as suddenly I began to feel sensation again as the room I was in began to take shape. It appeared I was in an upper room inside a medieval style Inn. There was a bed, wardrobe and a vanity with a chair. As I looked around, my eyes settled on the image in the mirror. The image was Lunaria, and she was matching my every move. "OMG! I'm Lunaria! This is so wild!" I thought to myself.

As I stood there, marveling at Lunaria's reflection, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and curiosity. The room around me was cozy, with the scent of pine and lavender lingering in the air. I noticed a small, leather-bound book on the vanity, adorned with intricate runes that seemed to shimmer faintly. Without thinking, I reached out to touch it, and as my fingers made contact, a soft hum of magic resonated through me. The book opened, revealing pages filled with notes on herbal remedies and spells for healing.

As I adjusted the satchel, the soft leather creaked, and I felt a strange connection to the items inside, as though they were meant for me. My attire was practical yet alluring—tight, earth-toned leather armor that hugged my curves, paired with a cloak that billowed behind me like a shadow. The dagger at my side felt like an extension of my hand, its weight reassuring. I could sense the forest calling, and with it, the urge to move gracefully, almost like a dance. My emerald eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, and I smiled, feeling a surge of charm and sensuality.

I placed the spell book in the satchel, the leather creaking softly as it settled among the vials of liquid and pouches of herbs. The staff by the door caught my eye, its polished wood gleaming faintly in the dim light. I reached for it, feeling the smooth texture beneath my fingers, and slung it over my shoulder. As I descended the stairs, the tavern below came alive with the murmur of voices, the clink of glasses, and the faint strum of a lute. The air was thick with the scent of ale and roasting meat, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest that clung to me.

My emerald eyes scanned the room, locking onto familiar figures scattered among the crowd. There, by the fire, was Thalric, the towering human-orc warrior, his massive frame drawing admiring glances from nearby patrons. His battle-worn armor gleamed in the flickering light, and his deep chuckle rumbled as he clinked mugs with a dwarf, Kragnir, whose battle-axe leaned against the wall beside him. Near the bar stood Eryndor, the Elvin archer, his lithe form almost ethereal as he sipped a glass of wine, his piercing blue eyes never leaving the crowd. Nearby was Elowyn, the rogue. A sleek half-human fox with fiery orange hair and bushy tail. She was leaning against the bar, her piercing amber eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Her lithe form was clad in dark leather armor, and the dagger at her side seemed to gleam in the dim light, a testament to her knife skills and stealth.

As my gaze drifted from Elowyn, it settled on the two human figures standing beside her, their presence a stark contrast to the mix of races that filled the tavern. Galwayin, the sorcerer, stood tall with an air of quiet confidence, his dark robes billowing slightly as he gestured in conversation. His eyes gleamed with a hint of magic, and the faint glow of a spell hovered at his fingertips, a testament to his ever-ready power. Beside him, Rand, the ranger, leaned casually against the bar, his rugged features softened by a slight smile as he listened to Galwayin's words.

This was my questing party. We had started playing DnD in middle school and eventually we took our gaming online. This new game was the latest technology and judging by its immersive realism, it was going to be a blast