The Moderators were not pleased. No progress had been made in finding this "Player Killer" and all they had to go on were players that made it their job to hunt down and kill other players. Hmm, Player Killers. So, as the global community ran in literal fear of the PKers, they would do the same should a moderator ever find the chance to intervene. The Mods were given avatars unique only to them, with abilites unfathomed by the players in The World. One such moderator, was chosen to "clear out" Bellas Farai and locate a certain Player Killer.

Stopping at a congregation of players, his cursor highlighting their names, he approached slowly and set the heavy head of his mace on the ground, leaning forward on the shaft of his weapon. "Henen La, I've been searching for you." While no one player could abruptly attack within the Root Towns, which were the only safe areas anymore, Chol was tasked with keeping the peace. Known to all as the "Enforcer" of the Root Towns, Chol had earned the right to be feared by many. His level, nigh unattainable by some.

He spoke without threat and smriked under a dark helm. "Your Player Killing days are over. However, for you and your friends here," His head turned to face Wulf and twITCH. "I have more important tasks." Before they could object to anything, the Mod instated something upon the three. Something done only to players who had traveled so long together that the status became permanent. Known to all as "PermaParty".

Chol hoisted his mace onto his shoulder and ruffled his cape. "You've heard the stories of the Pkers, and I've watched your activity on the BBS. At ^Ruined, Dragon's, Lute there is something... amiss. Should you ever wish to get this PermaParty removed from your avatar and continue on your Player Killing ways with the approval of the Mods themselves, you will investigate." With that, Chol turned from them and approached a new group who were speaking, however, he did not choose to PermaParty them... yet.

His cursor scanned them and revealed their names: Mandos and Lacuna Darksky. Chol smiled slightly and approached. "I trust your trip to ^Ruined, Dragon's, Lute went well?' Chol asked, hoping to spark some conversation out of the pair, unlike his blatant punishment of the three he met earlier.

The armored avatar merely stared at the duo for a moment, as if the player behind it were thinking to themselves. Apparently, the thought of two such players taking care of the problem so quickly seemed to farfetched to be true. Chol had contacted yet another moderator to discern whether the problem was solved. "Impossible. These Player Killings are still happening as we speak," In truth, they were, just in a further part of the area and not in the open field. Perhaps the deeper dungeons.

Chol's hand raised to his chin in thought as he eyed the two. "And what do you mean 'player deleter'. Those don't exist. You should stop listening to the garbage that is posted on the BBS and listen to what I'm telling you now: Either be careful while playing, or quit. There is no in-between anymore. Our employers are getting tired of the complaints they've been getting from careless players who claim they've been deleted from our servers." Without another word, Chol warped out of The World.

The young Flick Reaper stood from her crouched position, the Gun Giant behind her dissipating into particles from a vicious slash. She tossed her hair back with her free hand and gazed at the Gott Statue that was prized on this level and eyed it. "I don't see what makes these things so valuable," She said to herself, looking back to the tunnel that lead her to the room that held the statue. Her gaze shifted towards the wall, where particles of code and the same familiar portal began to open that had claimed those adventurers so long ago.

Calmly, CL swore and warped from the dungeon to appear back in Bellas Farai, almost directly between the newly formed parties. Slowly, the Flick Reaper made her way through the crowded town, attempting to find any clues that could clear her of her title as the "Infamous Player Killer". Though no database had any record of players she had killed (which would show Zero if they were accurate), she was still feared to those who recognized her. Not many did, and that was good. Her name was less known than others, particularly those who were watched by the Mods.