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  1. <<Riker's Edge, Floor 19>> Mina's POV Violet was currently resting at Rosa's bar, enjoying a few drinks with her friends. there was loud, boisterous music playing around the area, making it much more lively than usual. Both Fengor and Kuran were doing a rather ridiculous dance off to the side, eliciting laughter from everyone around them. There were a group of people in a circle around a pair of players dueling each other, the occasional cheering echoing through the room. Meanwhile, Shireen and a pair of her fellow guild-mates were singing an old fashioned ballad alongside a few people who were there to gather some extra information about things that they were researching. meanwhile, Rosa was sitting on the actual bar itself, next to Mina, and drinking straight from one of her wine bottles that she kept around. Violet looked up at the older woman, a grin on her face. "It's a hell of a lot more lively than usual, any reason for that?" she asked, a curious glint in her eyes. Rosa shrugged, looking over at Shireen. "Shireen dealt the final blow to the pricks that attacked Mi Familia, that's why. She's officially become a member of our Enforcer crew." she said cooly, her expression somewhat guarded as she drank from the bottle. Mina shuddered at the idea that her friend was condoning murder, wincing at the idea that her friend would actually be WILLING to kill someone made her nervous to say anything that she might take as an insult. "So, Shiri-chan is an enforcer now? That's kinda scary.." she said quietly, looking down at her mug. "She's still practically a kid compared to the others, Even Kuran for crying out loud!" Violet would have continued speaking, but she heard the door open with the signature chime, causing her to look up to see who the newcomers were. Rosa's POV Rosa was still deep in thought from what she had done the past few days. She'd arranged for her "Arbiters" and "Enforcers" to try and get ahold of the three players that had targeted her own guildmates, her Family, and make them suffer for the sins that they had committed in that regard. Now, however, she was focused on celebrating, even though they had lost two members of her guild due to an ambush. the thought had her looking up at her cursor, her eyes narrowing at the still-green color of it, despite the fact that she was responsible for 2 of the 5 deaths that had happened to that group. She responded to Mina's question about the celebration, lying through her teeth about her being happy that Shireen had gotten her first few kills, which was far from the truth. She was actually disgusted with herself for letting it happen in the first place. No kid should have to kill to protect themselves, let alone just to avenge someone. She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard the door open, and she narrowed her eyes at the group of orange players. She put down her bottle, and equipped her armor, her posture tensed up and making it look like she was ready to fight. Her guild-mates took similar stances once they realized that she had done so. She scowled in their direction, her eyes narrowing further. Her voice when she spoke was frosty cold. "What the hell do you lot want from me and my guild. she said icily, her brow furrowed. @Hidden
  2. It hadn’t been long since they last saw each other, only … about 2 days has passed since they took down that evil cult with their dragon, and now they were going up to the next. The location as well as the description would pin it to the fourth floor, a cold floor. With that in mind, Macradon began writing a message to Mari. He would send the message and proceed to think over what to wear. His armor would be standard, plate over plate, ice cold to mimic the weather. An additional piece of plate armor over his chest, a special drop from an Event Boss … that would probably be helpful in this fight if Macradon would fail to get his Alpha Strike in. With the equipment set, Macradon began to venture to the fourth floor. @Mari Stats
  3. "Thanks, Kendre! I could use your help on another matter, as well." said Lyle Tealeaf, a local blacksmith in the Town of Beginnings. Ken had found himself exploring outside of the Town when he ran across a strange young woman sitting atop a boulder by the name of Mari. Teaming up for the time being, Mari had helped show him a bit about completing quests and the like, leading him to help an Alchemist who then sent him on an errand to deliver a package to Lyle. Arriving in the smithy, he had completed his first quest when the smith had uttered those words. With a sigh, Kendre moved to accept the quest, fully expecting another fetch quest. That's how games go, right? "I seem to have run short on some of my more rare ingredients. Could you possibly go gather some Boar Pup Tusks for me?" the blacksmith said. Accepting the quest, Ken shrugged and turned to make his way back to where he had left Mari, outside the town. He was surprised and pleased that he wouldn't be running around the place picking up trash, like the last quest. He shuddered softly at his memory of the fish he had caught, and hurried on his way to meet up with @Mari, as if trying to escape the memory of the fish.
  4. As the two fighters made their way up to the third floor by the boss room, because Mari wasn’t that keen on going into safe zones, the two would take the longer scenic route. It was a good hike, especially since it’s the second time Mari had to take the boss room up floors today, and it could easily become tedious if they were to continue the charades for more floors than already, so perhaps this endeavor would get to a standstill, perhaps a pause, after this encounter. “I’ll get in, take down as many as I can without just stealing the kill on the baby, and you’ll do the finishing blow. Does that sound fine to you?” he asked Mari. Maybe she wasn’t the one to do the killing blow, maybe Macradon should take care of that … but she did tell him that he wasn’t the one to “do the dirty job” and that she would be capable of it, so he would just oblige with her opinion on the matter. @Mari Stats:
  5. It’s been years since it began. Even still the events of her first day in Sword Art Online, the virtual prison, were clear in her mind. The terror of being trapped in such a dangerous game with your first death being your only death. She had no idea how to play a game like this, she merely wanted to experience a game in virtual reality. She had feared that her inexperience with these systems would get her killed on the first floor, so she refrained from stepping out of the Town of Beginnings. There the invisible barrier protected them from mobs. She had hoped the game would be finished easily. A lot of great MMO players had to have joined the frontlines and it wouldn’t take them long to cut through the floor. Yet more and more people die with every passing day. No more. She won’t stand idle any longer. The young girl passed through the Town of Beginnings to find the beginner's quest she had in her log since the first day. It was time to get started and shape her own future.
  6. The sound of the forest. <<Floor 22>> <<Summer of the second year>> An ancient Chinese emperor once said: The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. Perhaps it had to do with the strength of the flower triumphing over all odds, everything that would kill, destroy, or hold it back fails, and so only the most strong and beautiful flower reaches through towards the life giving light of the sun. Another perspective would be that in the midst of so much death, darkness, and gloom, that little bit of beauty seems all the more brilliant because of its situation. Whatever the actual truth the emperor meant, Baldur couldn't help but see the later. Perhaps it was because Aincrad was a castle and a prison. It was life and death, and there were some says when there was just so much death, but then there were perfect moments like these. The gaijin wanna-be Samurai was tall compared to most people, but he was taller when specifically compared to the Japanese. There were always people taller than him, but he rarely had to crane his neck to look up at anyone as he did the trees that comprised the Forest of Memories. He didn't know why it was called the forest of memories, but for him it was true. The forest, the lake, there was something about this entire floor that reminded him of his childhood summers. Packing his camping stuff into the car, with his best friend and his parents, and they would leave to go deep into the mountains. There, they would find a spot on the side of the road where the trees were just barely wide enough to get the truck through, and then they would go until they found a lake. Set up their tent and campfire, and they would not see another living person for the next two weeks save for supply runs to the town an hour away with less people than his high school class. The lake was all snow melt, and the trees were all giant evergreens. They were so remote out there, that the forest service actually stocked the lakes with fish by plane. They created salt-glass bottles, and filled them with water and baby fish, and would release them from the air. The salt bottles would dissolve, and the fish would escape and survive in the ponds for them to fish. He put one large hand on such a tree, and his steel blue eyes slowly pulled back from the far away memories he was reliving. This entire floor, and forest, reminded him of home that strongly. Home. It was never home, but for some reason, being here in Aincrad, home became the memories that would draw him into the other world it was the feelings, that reminded him of the peace he had known before this world. Giving a little extra tug on the blue sleeves of his formal montsuki haori, he pulled it free of the branches where it was caught, causing the fight flames on the hem to ripple slightly, making them look as if they were living flames. The red silk wrapping the handle of his sword was guided by his hand like a rudder, helping the dark lacquered wood of the saya not hit any trees or get caught, but the haori was only held closed loosely by a burnished orange cord, so it spread out behind him, catching in branches until the full heron-wading-in-the-rushes symbol on his back was splayed out behind him. He had been holding the emerald teardrop shaped Matagama in his hand idly while he reminisced about home, as if it were a magical talisman against the past... or perhaps against the present. He could never be certain here. The days were he felt more like Jason were fewer and fewer these days, and the ones where he was Baldur became more firm and more... real. Baldur was who lived here in the castle of Aincrad, and Jason was someone he fought to save. Jason belonged to the other world. The world that remembered a forest like this as home. How long have I been wandering here? He couldn't quite see the light of the sun here, but the floor above could be blocking it, or the trees. The crepuscular rays that filtered down through the branches of the trees were not enough to give him the time of day, and it didn't feel right to open up his UI and look for the clock. Not here. Instead, he guessed it to be somewhere around mid afternoon, based on how long he had remembered walking. He often was lost in his thoughts, but not for that long. Purple? He didn't remember seeing any purple flowers before, but that was definitely a shock of purple just beyond those trees, in what appeared to be a small clearing. Slowly, the large gaijin samurai wanna-be pushed through the foliage until he reached the purple flower. A young woman, standing over what appeared to be a stone staircase leading deep into the earth. @Teion
  7. Benjamin Bookworm

    [F11-PP] A Walk Through the Forest

    Benjamin was waiting at the exit for the town of Taft, readying his items for an adventure out in the woods- Hopefully one that was quiet this time. he thought to himself. He had a few of these quiet gathering expeditions of his turn into a lot of running and hiding after the wrong monsters showed up, and he hadn't scouted out this floor as much as he would like. If he were being honest, he should have gone to a lower floor to start with today, but he would need at least some tier 2 items to provide to the front liners when they took on the next boss room. Still, he was more worried about his new partner in this venture- as enjoyable as it would be to have another crafter and gatherer along, he hadn't yet asked her about what kind of defenses she would have against the monsters here. Even if they never planned to run into any... at least he brought some spare supplies for the both of them. Those should help keep them safe. He kept those thoughts running through his head, over and over as he readjusted his pack once again, still not quite enough to fully put his worry to rest. @Ceres
  8. Quest: Baldur: Baldur, the gaijin samurai, azure kensei, stood amidst the snow and lights of the fourth floor. The once sky blue haori was now developing a snow capped appearance, and the white flames that rose up from the hem now seemed more ice than fire. In spite of wearing armor, he appeared formally dressed. It was nothing different than he usually wore, but with his feet burried in the snow he seemed more an immovable statue of a some long dead hero than a man about to take a quest with his oldest and closest friend in this world. Though the two years that had passed since they had been trapped in the game was a low bar to clear, Baldur knew Lessa better than many people he had known in his previous life. The world outside. The real world. He may not bleed if pricked here, but if he died, he died. If his loved ones died, they died. It put them in a weird sort of, pseudo-world. Theirs were the only lives that wouldn't respawn. No one could reset something and bring them back. The entire experiment would have been interesting to study in some ethics and philosophy class, if it weren't for the fact that these were his friends and... people group. It would be a tragedy that defined a generation. With his arms crossed, and his hands buried in his armpits against a cold he felt more mentally than physically, Baldur waited for the blond to return. She had had the foresight to message him and asked if he wanted a hot coco before they headed out to the tundra of the fourth floor. I should have thought of that. Baldur considered, more angry at himself for thinking that she would be ready to join him at the drop of a hat at the gates of the town. It's been a long time since we were last here. This place had always been special to them. They had bonded here. Grown together as people here. Cried together here. Yet it had been a long time since Baldur had spent what felt like a summer in Lessa's small cabin. Teaching children, and just... being. Baldur missed just being beside her. He had never been able to make a move forward though. The memory of Tyger still held him back. She wasn't the only reason he needed to push forward to clear the game, and while Baldur finally realized his heart had moved on, waking up in the real world and going from living with her to being in... infatuated with another women may be too strange to bear. Relationships in this game may only exist in this game. The world outside would be different, and the confines of reality would fall on them all. And so Baldur stood grounded, snow covered, and immobile while the world whipped flurries of snow all around him. Immortal compared to the short lived lives of snowflakes. He had experienced so much here, and if they didn't finish clearing the tower they would be lost, like snowflakes in the tundra.
  9. Wandering the streets of the Town of Beginnings, Kendre had found himself uncertain as to where to go or what to do. Having found himself trapped in the game alongside everyone else, he had spent an inordinately long amount of time making certain he had a decent piece of armor. He had someone at home he had to get back to, so he couldn't take needless risks. Finally having both the armor and courage to get out of the safety of the first town, he realized he wasn't quite certain as to what to do. Coming to this realization, he decided to make his way outside the Town and see what he could find. Maybe he could glean an idea of where to start, or maybe even find a traveling companion until he could locate his other friends. And so, he made his way into the beyond the gates in search of guidance. @Mari
  10. I guess I’ll have to go find that Kyle guy again.. she mumbled, turning a corner. I think his shop was right here.. I remember it when I gave him that package from Zackiriah.. she shrugged, shaking her head. Whatever. I’m almost there anyways. Turning one final corner, she found herself at the blacksmiths shop. Here it is.. same old.. ragged place I guess. Mumbling, she pushed her way through the shop doors, her familair padding alongside her. “Kyle?” She called, looking around the shop, “I’m here to take the quest!” She rolled her eyes, venturing deeper into the shop. There he is.. “Hey Kyle,” she muttered, walking up to him with a frown. He turned around and gave a small smile, “oh hey Asakku! What is it that brings you doing here?” Her shoulders dropped and she stifled a long sigh, this is gonna be one hell of a day. @Dustin
  11. It had been a while since he last saw Mari when she stormed into his shop with Bahr, she had been arrested, but the arrest did not last long and Macradon was able to get her free … but now was not the time to think about freedom, now was the time to think about level up, Mari had to level up if she wanted to clear the Redemption quest, if would be for the best if she could reach Tier 3 and utilize the power spike that came with the tier increase, that would be the ideal plan, but probably not what was going to happen, since nothing ever goes as planned, there’re always unseen variables that get in the way of a plan’s completion, for now the only variable they had to tackle was the level Mari was in. He sent the message to Mari and prepared himself. He would don his armor and equip his weapon, ready to take on whatever would come in their way. Venturing out of his house and onto the streets of the Town of Beginnings, Macradon would make sure to send the quest details for Mari as well so she knew what they were up against, hopefully not discouraging her at first. < Yui's Grace consumed > Stats
  12. Floor 19 <<Keep Calm and Ki'Raion>> Late Morning Baldur often frequented floor 19. Perhaps it was the antiquated and ruinous design of the floor that spoke to the gaijin samurai's mental state which caused it to call out to him. After the failed floor 24 boss planning meeting, Baldur felt used up, dried out, and as crumbling at the floor which now surrounded him. He noticed a quest which had lingered in his quest log that he felt the need to tackle now. There had been rumors of a difficult beast to slay on this floor, and Baldur thought perhaps something challenging might raise his spirits. There was little doubt that anything on this floor could truly endanger the wanna-be Samurai, but there were still several things that would be challenging for him to put down. He was not yet the over-powered mess that were the true top tier front line fighters. Still, Baldur could hold his own. The gaijin samurai walked towards one of the places his info broker had said the mob sometimes appeared, a smaller ruin of a temple to some forgotten sun god that had become overgrown by nature and surrounded by cursed beasts. A set of planks now covered what may once have been a stone path before nature had reclaimed it and submerged it beneath the marsh. He stood there, in his sunset colored light armor, and his blue and white haori as the wind caught it, and made the white flames along the hem dance as if alive. His hand rested on the new katana, the <<Warden's Fury>>, which he had just received from Macradon, though at its side was the cursed blade <<Muramasa>>. He wanted to test out his new blade, and this would be a good test of it. Had Baldur become too used to using the <<Muramasa>> and fallen to its subtle, alluring curse of corrupting power. He liked the edge that <<Muramasa>> gave him, and it made him stand out among those who were several levels his senior. It had made the difference against the Pumpking boss they had just fought. The steel blue eyes of Baldur suddenly glanced up at his mini-map when he noticed another player nearby. He couldn't see whomever it was just yet, but at least they weren't hiding as they approached him. "Ohayo? Who goes there?" @Cordelia Quest: Baldur:
  13. Floor 24 Panareze Afternoon Post Field Boss Immediately follows conference Baldur lead @Shield and @Anemone down from the restaurant they had been eating at, and had met with the other frontline tanks, and down to the arena floor. The arena was a thing of beauty. It wasn't as large as some of the others they had seen, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in character. Water, as was the theme of the floor, ringed the main combat platform. Tiers and tiers of stone bench seating rose up all around it, filled with the denizens of the floor and the occasional other player who was just now beginning to explore the floor and what it offered. Baldur had no idea what they were in store for, but with this party, they were ready. To his knowledge, no one had yet completed any of the quests on the 24th floor. "I sent a message to @Beat as well, asking him to meet us here. As soon as he joins us, I think we can start this quest. I saw it when I was scouting around for a place to have our meeting." Turning back to face Shield and Anemone as he stood next to an NPC who looked straight out of a gladiator movie, Baldur smiled at them both. "I'm sorry that I seem to be the odd man out, but I really don't know anything more about you than you're a healer, Anemone-chan. Do you have any of the skill mods that come along with first aid? It may be foolish of me, but I assume you at least have Field Medic for group heals. And uh... what weapon do you use?" Normally Baldur could tell, but he didn't see one on her. She was in a safe town, so she may not equip it, but she could also be dagger user. "Shield here is the best tank the frontline has available. We'll never have to worry about hate generation with him around. He's also a capable healer, which will be good in case you get low from AoE attacks. Beat, his counterpart, is the best damage in the frontline. I'm not quite as flashy, but I'm also in the top 5 damage dealers on the front. So with you on our team, we have a pretty solid party. I'm hoping, that by doing this quest together, we can get a feel for working with one another and be ready for any issue that might come up when it really matters. I don't know what we'll fight in this quest yet, but between Beat and I, I don't foresee it lasting very long." Baldur uses 1 Yui's Tears donor perk
  14. Cordelia scratched her now white hair and sighed as she looked at the info she was given from the quest. Rescue a child- who did this NPC think she was? She shrugged. Well, whatever. A quest is still a quest. As long as it gave her experience and stuff, then she was all down to do it. She yawned as she closed the menu and sniffed. She was feeling incredibly lousy today. Maybe it was the lack of sleep she's been getting lately. Or maybe it was all of the drama in her life at the moment. Man, what a bunch of bull[doo doo]. She pulled on the sleeves of her haori with a small groan. Maybe she shouldn't be taking a quest at all if she was this unmotivated. She slapped her cheeks and pursed her lips. No! Time waits for no one! She was going to have to do it anyway. . . might as well do it now. @Morningstar @Alkor
  15. Cordelia

    [PP-08] <<Monkey King>>

    Cordelia yawned as she tugged in the sleeves of her haori. She was hoping for a lot more. . . excitement regarding this quest, but hey, it still offered some good EXP. It was just a matter of time before this Monkey King would spawn, and then she was absolutely decimate it! Fun. She was. . . pretty sure she could take it head on. Couldn't be that hard, right? She had a butt ton of evasion on her so what was the problem? . . . Right? Yeah, she would be fine. Just fine. Though. . . she really hopes that this time, a certain someone won't jump right in the middle of her damn fight and cuss her out later for being too reckless. Ahem. . . Bahr. She was still a tad pissed about her last encounter with him but she spared him of her wrath. . . for now. Man just found out this maybe his best friend is dead? Possibly? She'll let him walk it off for a little while longer. @Mari @NIGHT
  16. Ralberg, Floor 19 Mid-Afternoon Baldur paced the small common room of The Fat Man's Leap, one of the handful of player housing inns on floor 19. It only took him a handful of steps to cross the room, which did little to help his nerves and simply set him more on edge. The situation on this floor was a strange one. He felt called to this floor, something about the mystery, or the aesthetic, or just the ambiance of it drew him like a moth to a flame. It was just challenging enough to be fun, but down far enough of the tower to be safe for him to solo... At least, that's what he had thought. His mind retraced his steps from that day. He had been out in the ruins at the center of the floor, exploring them as he always did, but this time he wasn't as alone as first thought. Most days, Baldur could explore the massive, dilapidated, labyrinth like city on his own... or at least it was large enough to feel that way. Today, Baldur's peace was disturbed by something other than artificial intelligence controlled monsters trying to perma-death him. Today it was real, true death. The man had seemed... scattered isn't the right word, but his mind was not in one place. He had lost his entire party to some strange event or quest line deep in the center of the city. To hear him tell it, they had found a quest that was not in any of the info-broker manuals. It began with a dropped item, which lead him to Ralberg to meet with one of the wealthy landowners. His son and heir had gone into the ruins of the city against his father's wishes, and this item was a sign that something had gone terribly wrong. The father beseeched them to into the ruins and fine his son, or proof of his fate. Instead, what they had found was death. Real death. Baldur had found the player, who said his name was Irenicus, wandering the streets. Well, Baldur had found him staggering through the streets, slumping against one wall after the next in a daze. A look of true despair was in his eyes. He had told Baldur he would trade him a rare quest item in exchange for help getting out of the maze and Baldur had agreed. The merchant side of him was excited for a rare item, but the human side of him would have helped anyways. It was difficult to look at someone who had just gone through that and not feel compelled to help ease that kind of suffering. Taking a deep breath, Baldur finally stopped his pacing and gestured with his hand to pull up the UI. Expertly navigating the menu, Baldur could no longer remember what it was like not having one. He pulled up his friend list and found the one person he knew he could trust. Calrex. He pressed the message button and typed it up to his friend. He felt bad about sending the message to his kouhei. Baldur didn't like taking advantage of friendships, but asking for help in general was very difficult for the gaijin. It was rare that he needed, but Cal-kun was often in the position of everyone wanting help, or to be carried, and Baldur would have none of that. He wasn't after XP or rewards in this quest, Baldur wouldn't be on the 19th floor if he was, but he had a nagging suspicion about this quest... but that also wasn't entirely the case. Baldur had taken the item to see the NPC in town, Daedalus, but the NPC... it appeared grieved. It seemed as if it echoed Irenicus' emotion. Irenicus had been a Player though... and Daedalus definitely was not. However, the NPC appeared saddened and... empathetic? It expressed sadness about the fate of Irenicus' team... the fact that it even acknowledged other players had attempted his quest was different. He had heard about certain key NPCs being more lifelike than others, better able to respond to speech, rather than parsing for key words like the majority did. There were so many reasons to be excited by this. And concerned. So Baldur turned around and continued to pace, waiting for his Kouhei, the strongest player in Aincrad. [-1 Yui's Grace]
  17. Cordelia sighed as she hugged her black coat closer to her. It may not match her hair but it was a lot warmer than her regular armor at the moment. The enhancements were practically the same, anyway. "This quest isn't worth the cold," she mumbled, sneezing not too soon after. "I think it's too high leveled for me, anyway," Cordelia muttered, opening her menu with a grunt. Who could help her? Yukiro- no, out of the question. Bahr? She hasn't talked to him in so long and it felt weird to just ask him to do a quest now. Oscar. . ? Her lips pressed into a thin line as she opened up the message bored. Why the hell not. Cordelia sighed as she sent the message. This day was going to be weird.
  18. Cordelia sniffed tiredly as she leaned her hands and chin against the hilt of her katana as it balanced itself on the ground. When was this stupid bug going to spawn? She could've killed it ages ago in one hit, yet it chooses to make her wait a whole hour just for it to appear. . ! Frekin' ridiculous. Well, at least to her anyway. She was never really sure why she has yet to do this quest. She out leveled it ages ago. So what kept her from doing it? Procrastination? Busy schedule? Cordelia hummed. Guess she would never really know, huh? It's not like that this was a really bad quest, either. Heck, it had better rewards than most of the higher level quests she's been on. What a bloody joke. The higher levels could really use the levels. . . yet here is where all the experience is! What was up with that? @Xian
  19. Em had walked around nervously was the wind blew around softly cooling off both herself and those who were outside in the blistering heat. she looked around in confusion as to what she was supposed to do when she saw an old man at the center of the town of beginnings. She decided to walk over to him and see if he could help her get started since she vaguely remembered the tutorial talking about how talking to certain NPC's were important. "Excuse me sir I'm Emily I was wondering if I could help you with anything?" She asked nervously as she tried not to get to worked up. The man zachariah smiled at the young teen like an elderly person usually would and nodded. "That's right miss I need 5 one tier materials you can find then inside of the first floor." He replied happily as he was more then happy to help out new comers. "Alright sir I'll get right to it!" She replied happily as she gave a small bow to the old man and walked away looking to see if anyone would be willing to join her on this little adventure.
  20. Word had come that the 25th floor had been unlocked for everyone to explore, but also that it was quite the impossible place to navigate through, like a maze, because … it was a maze. Macradon wanted to go out hunting, but he didn’t want to go alone just yet. Thinking of who he could ask to come with him, an obvious choice would be Alec, but he wasn’t sure if he was busy today, and since he wasn’t at the shop, Macradon would let him have his day off from working all day and all night in Macradon’s Blacksmith Shop. Preparing himself to venture up the floors, he would eat a hearty meal before going into a brainstorm of what to do. Thinking of someone else who could be pretty capable of fighting on the 25th floor could be someone like @Bahr. Even though he was “just” a tier 2 player, he was a Two Handed Sword wielder, so his damage output could be worthwhile. Sending a message to Bahr asking if the fighter was willing to join him on the journey to the vast labyrinth of the 25th floor, and that he was looking for someone else to join them. As he walked out of his house wearing his casual red and white jacket and his single vambrace on his left arm, Macradon ventured through the first floor’s plaza and met a young man he had met before “Hello there. @Oscar, wasn’t it? I’m going to explore the 25th floor and looking for companions, would you be man to join me?” Macradon asked. < Snack of the Bear consumed > < Hearty Seafood Soup consumed > < Focused Chili Dog consumed > < Good Luck Chuck consumed > < Snack of the Hare consumed > Stats
  21. In the moment that players of higher levels were constantly looking for ways to clear the floors and boss fights taking place one after the next, it wasn't like that for the players with the strength of Able. While his stats were low, his experience in surviving the crude and harsh conditions Aincrad propsed was definitely up there with the veterans. Any player could train and go fight the next floor boss with the frontlines, not every player was able to survive the weather, the mobs, and worst of everything else: the players themselves. Most people could be approached without the fear of your life being taken from you within the blink of an eye, but then there are those that care not for their actions in the video game of death. Taking a gulp of what was once cold water now turned room temperature, Able felt relieved. Wiping away an excess of sweat and the hair that at this point looked like he came straight out of the shower, he looked up towards the top of Mount Kazan only to see the heatwaves emenating from the mountain giving it the illusion that it was swaying from side to side similiar to when one would look at their reflection in a pool of water after making ripples of waves. In the background there was the sound of chatter between friends and the complaints about the heat from people new to the environment. Some players coated with armor from head to toe, while others loitered about in nothing more than some short cloth to make the heat more withstandable. If anything was certain, it was that water would become your best friend anytime you spent some time on this floor. Taking one last quick check at his inventory before setting out on an adventure, his index swiped and scrolled through the menus. Placing a marker on his map at the center of the large mountain depicted, he had every intention to attempt to make it to the top of Mount Kazan. "Water, check. Food, check. Equipment, check." Able whispered to himself so he doesn't forget anything before setting out. Realizing he was carrying some consumables in his inventory he popped a <<Yui's Grace>> granting him more experience for a given period of time. "Time to roll out. Let's turn this mountain into a casual stroll." Little did he know, how hot it was going to get, and how dangerous it may potentially be. @Lessa Consumed 1 <<Yui's Grace>> granting additional SP upon completion of this thread.
  22. Cordelia coughed into her arm as she watched the sky grow brighter. It was a lovely day to be out and about! Today was the day! Today was the day she was going to be fighting a land shark! Maybe she should've asked Oscar to come... he was the one who told her about this quest, too... Gah. Maybe not. She feels like such a pest around him sometimes. Sure, she liked the guy but she wouldn't want to spend everyday and hour with him! A girl needs her personal space sometimes! She left Pacco at home today. He wasn't fully trained just yet so she didn't really want him to scare away NPC children and get caught in other people's hair... a lot of Col was lost that day. Until he's fully trained, she doesn't intend for him to leave her inn room, but who knows, maybe he'll attack her when she comes back-
  23. Cordelia stretched her arms out in front of her as she sniffed. Damn, was it cold! She definitely was not used to this. Huh, she did hear of a quest that pretty much negated environmental temperature and effects, maybe she should do that one day. Scratch that, maybe really soon. Who knows what kind of other frozen floors are waiting for her? Hell, for all she knew, the next few floors that were undiscovered could be frozen wastelands! She shuddered at the thought, or was she shuddering because of the cold? Some things weren't meant to be solved in this world, apparently. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears as her other hand hugged her arm. Maybe she should've brought some warmer clothes, too. Sure, her jacket may look all warm and inviting but hell, it was as thin as paper! She forgot who she even ordered this coat from, but dang, they did a horrible job with it.
  24. There was definitely something off with this floor. Maybe it was the way that everything was strangely peaceful, or maybe it was just Cordelia being her usual paranoid self. The blonde sighed as she looked down at the bag she had gotten not too long ago-- really, just like, five minutes ago-- and sighed. Maybe this floor was too high for her skill level. Would it even be safe to travel outside of Ralberg alone? She shuddered as a few things came into thought. Well, you only live once, so to hell with those thoughts! Cordelia stretched her arms as she looked past the gates of the seemingly peaceful town. Who knows what was out there. Sure, she had done a couple minutes of research on each of the discovered floors so far, but that was pret-ty different from actually going out there alone. "You only live once. You only live once," she repeated under her breath as she clicked her heels against the cobbled flooring. Consumed: Perfect Jacques Torres Chocolate Chip Cookies: 3 LD @Alec
  25. Roulette

    [PP-01] Perish Song

    Ji-hu shoved his hands into his pockets as he strolled out of the town. It was pret-ty boring to say the least. Three months have passed by now, huh? He chuckled to himself. He knew that the kid was bluffing. He couldn't believe that he actually believed him at first, too. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He actually felt kind of stupid for believing that kid. He might be dead right now for all he cared. He was a freak anyway. Probably throw some diagnosed mental illness in there and then you got yourself a perfect cliche antagonist. That kid was sick in the head, that's for sure. "Damn," he mumbled, kicking a loose rock into the tall grass. "Why do I still feel so damn paranoid?" Ji-hu murmured, scratching the back of his auburn head. "It's not like he'll remember anything anyway. Bah, he probably forgot about it, anyway."
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