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  1. Two full days had passed since Itzal's recent encounter with Zandra. A very much needed encounter at that. While he still felt the pain of losing his wife, it wasn't nearly as weakening as it was. As the sun set that night, Itzal told Zandra about Kasier. About how he had married, but they wanted it to be quiet. He didn't go into depth about how they met, though he did mention how it was thanks to Ulises that the two had a chance to begin with. She had asked who he was, and he told her that he'd tell her all about it later. He finished by stating that one day she went on a trip, and a day or two later he found her name on the monument. And after that, everything just went to hell. He even told her that Velnia, his familiar, had perished. And how even though he managed to get her back after the first time she died, he really didn't want to find her a third time. It just, didn't feel right. Eventually the two retired to their homes for the night, but the next day they met up again. This time, in the sunlight, and with a much more lighter conversation. And now it was officially two days later. Despite him spending time with her partially out of fear of losing someone again, he really did enjoy spending time with her. He missed having a friend to just hang out with. Even before he lost Kasier, he cut ties with his friends for a multitude of reasons. So now, Zandra was the only friend he really had left. He would always wear his black outfit every time they went out of course. He wasn't about to come back as Itzal publicly, just as Are. So here he was, sitting on a branch of a massive tree in the middle of a field. They chose this as their next meeting place, so he just sat there eating some curry while waiting for her. @Zandra
  2. The fountain outside of what used to be Catfish Sundries and Forge was one of Baldur's most common resting places. It was an oasis in a desert of people. Though his shop had not been open in what felt like years now, there was something familiar and calming about the fountain. The wide stone basin was large enough that he could sit on the edge comfortably, and couldn't hear the conversations being had on the other side of the fountain. It was large enough that the volume of water it spat out created enough white noise to wash out the thrum of conversations surrounding such a busy intersection of streets. It was also a busy intersection of streets. It allowed Baldur to feel the heartbeat of the city, as people flowed up and down the arteries and veins with adventure stories, wares, new and lost loves. It made him feel connected to the life of Aincrad. He could get lost sometimes in his ivory tower. Well, figuratively speaking. Baldur didn't have an ivory tower, he had an island that was impossibly suspended in the air by a teardrop shaped stretch of land. And on that floating island was a Japanese style paradise. Before that, however, he had the seclusion that came with always being on the upper floors. Down here, the majority of the survivors lived safely within the protection of the <settlement>> status. When a new floor was unlocked, people rushed to the upper floors to check out the new settlement, but once the novelty ran out, they returned here. No one wanted to be near the level of danger that came with the highest floor. And floor 25 was a doozy of a floor. The Fort of the Iron Fist was not a vacation settlement like you might find on floor 22 or 24. And now, with the boss freed from it's prison, the floor was cast into perpetual darkness. And so Baldur came here. Away from the frontlines. Away from the stress. Away from the burdens he carried, so that he could relax and be reminded of the life flowing around him and the people he fought for. There were more people in the Town of Beginnings than on all the other floors combined. He needed to be reminded of that sometimes. @Inanna
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  5. With Zackariahs’ package in hand, Null heads to find the blacksmith, Lyle Tealeaf. After a few minutes of searching he finds the building and walks inside to see an older gentleman with a beard hammering away at an anvil. Lyle: “Oh! Hello there young man! What can I do for ya?” The man says in a powerful tone. Null flinches a little at the volume, but takes out the package. Null: “Hello sir, I assume you are Mr. Tealeaf? My name is Null, and I have a package from Mr. Zackariah that he requested I bring to you.” Lyle: *Laughing* “Ahhaha, perfect! These must be the crafting materials I requested. Thank you young man.” He opens the package and looks facepalming. “Oh darn, I forgot to ask for the boar tusks! Excuse me young man, I seem to be missing some important materials in this box, could I ask you to go out and collect some for me?” Null: “O-of course sir!”
  6. [Level 5 || 3 EVA || 3 ACC || 4 DMG || Hidden Blade || Assassin's Armor || Strange Sigil || 1 Safeguard || x2 Tier 1 HP Potion] Akio walked through the town of beginnings as he usually did. His hood was up, obscuring his face. He set his armor's color scheme to blue at the moment since most of the npc's around him were wearing either blue, brown or green clothing, and of course the leather bag he had hanging over his shoulder for storing stolen goods. He'd already took a few things of interest and sold them, and had used the col to purchase some food from an npc. He was told that food made by players, especially in their shops, was a hell of a lot more delicious than the npc foods, but he didn't want to risk becoming well known. The less people who had met him and knew who he was the better. And if that player Hei had taught him anything, it was that he should never ever trust any players on the first day. If he was forced to work with one, he couldn't just open up and tell them about himself or information he knew. And, regarding his orange cursor, he had his cover story: He just stole and got the cursor on a daily basis. At any rate, he was in the middle of eating an apple he purchased when he noticed some of the guards staring at him... Please don't recognize me, please don't recognize me. He kept walking as if he hadn't done anything wrong, but their eyes still stared at him as he approached the gate of the city. Come on, don't throw me out. I'm leaving anyways, don't make this embarrassing for me. Just as he made this silent prayer, he felt two strong hands grab him firmly. Suddenly he stopped walking and just let himself slump to the floor as the dragged him to the gate's entrance. He could feel himself sweating with embarrassment as they yelled stuff about him being a 'criminal' and 'scum' and other things like 'and stay out', 'don't come back'. He even heard the npc's whispering to each other as all this happened. To make the embarrassment worse, they picked him up and threw him out of the town, crashing onto the floor. Akio lay there for a second or two, a look of embarrassment, frustration, and other emotions on his face. "I WAS ALREADY LEAVING DAMNIT, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT!!!" He sighed and stood up. "Maybe I'll just skip the dagger skill and master hiding first...." [Iron_Lion] [DMG:_04//EVA:_03] HP: [ ] (100/100) EN: [ ] (10/10) XP: [ ] (0/2) @Teayre
  7. [Lv. 5; Hidden Blade {3 DMG}; Assassin's Armor {3 EVA}; Strange Sigil {3 ACC}; 1 Tent {-1 EN on 1st/2nd C.P.}; 2 T1 Potions {+40 HP}] Akio held out his hand and took the parcel Hannah gave him. Evidently it was a fishing pole. He stared at it for a bit. "...Riiiight. So, how does an artisan make a fishing pole? I thought artisans in this game made jewelry and art and stuff, not tools. Wouldn't a blacksmith or merchant put this together?" There was no response from the npc and he sighed in frustration. "Whatever... I take this to some guy named Ol' Pete right? Where on earth is he?" "He'll be on his boat in the lake by the town~" Hannah replied. Akio scratched his head. 'Well at least it's close by this time...' He still needed to get past the army of guards out there, but he'd been getting pretty good at it... That being said, he didn't want to get too cocky again like the last time. Getting thrown out of the town, being yelled at.. His face flushed at the thought. So embarrassing... He threw the fishing rod into his inventory. "Alright whatever... I'll take it to him, but if this isn't the last quest in this questline so help me I'm going to... Well, I guess I can't cause of the safe zone, but I'll yell at you a lot!" And with that he pulled his hood up and slipped out the door. As he made his way through the town, he'd learned where to avoid and where to take his chances. The main road was too guarded, so he'd need to slip through alleys and such... How he didn't figure this out sooner was beyond him. He kept making detours to learn the best route when he chanced upon the orphanage that took him in when all this started. He froze when he saw the building. And under his hood his eyes narrowed and left the town without another word. Once he was outside however, and nearing the lake he started muttering. "...Tsk... That's one sight I never need to see again... Curse that place." He started to walk faster towards the shore, his head lowering, causing the hood to shadow his face. "Curse every damn orphana-oof!" In his bitter thoughts, he ended up running into somebody. He was a bit shocked and dazed, so he didn't really have a golden chance to run away... He really hoped this wasn't one of those players who threw him at the guards to get thrown out. [Iron_Lion] [Lv. 7] [DMG:_06//EVA:_03] HP: [ ] (140/100) EN: [ ] (14/10) XP: [ ] (0/2) @Mari
  8. Rain? No. It was merely sweat which rolled down his cheeks and drenched the equipment that clung to his slender form. A hand rose to wipe his brow. Seul had been walking for about a watch and it was evident the hellish temperature of this particular floor was beginning to take its toll on his sanity. The eyes were even playing tricks on him now, as he could have sworn the small droplets flung from weary fingers evaporated before ever hitting the red dirt. It was time for a break. Many lovely stones marked the mountain trail. He chose the flattest as his improvised throne and sat crossed-legged. Looking down the slope he could make out the silhouette of Yōgan Village and couldn’t help but flash a wry grin at how far he’d come. That tailor had better have been right about this. The trek up the mountain wasn’t exactly a walk in the park and there was still quite a bit of distance that needed to be covered if he was to reach the nest before dark. The Phoenix was a creature of myth in the real world. To hunt for one now had been almost poetic. His time in Aincrad had killed a part of him. He shambled from place to place; universally hated and feared by those he encountered. But continued on nonetheless in the hopes of seeing the day they would all be free. From the ashes of his past Seul has returned and it is for that end he wields his blade once more. @Oikawa
  9. Another long day in the Town of Beginnings. Although she had gained some decent levels, Yuurei had found a liking to the first town in the game. It was familiar and full of life every day no matter what was going on. She was enjoying her newly made armor too. It was enhanced to allow her to deal more damage as she hit her enemies. Beyond that, she was a bit bored. There wasn’t much for her to do at the moment. Walking along the outskirts of the Town of Beginnings, Yuurei encounters a woman dressed in some odd clothing. It was a nice change of pace from the stagnant day-to-day. The woman explains to Yuurei what ‘familiars’ are and how she can obtain one for herself. This was a cool idea. It would be pretty fun to have a companion for lonely trips with other players can’t join her. Yuurei opened her HUD and pulled up her friends-list. Only one name shown through the opaque menu ‘Shield’. “Hey, I’m questing for a familiar, wanna tag a long?” She messaged him.
  10. On the floor with the main city of Taft, Yuki decided to go mob hunting. She was edging closely to the level of Tier 2 players now and she needed to try and find some unique equipment to use while she made her way up to Tier 3. Bosses and quests would be much more difficult and if she could find some good unique-enhanced items they would be quite the boon to her leveling up. It would be as simple as just taking the time to beat a bunch of mobs up and get some rare and perfect unidentified equips. She headed out of the safe zone to find a good spot to fight mobs. It shouldn't take too long to find a good spot since she was doing the Nature's Treasure quest this time around and would be able to find a courtyard on floor 11. She stepped inside and took a look around for any mobs to start the combat. @NIGHT @Azhoda
  11. Quest Current Stats Violet was standing within the cavern that the quest had guided her to, a bemused look on her face. Apparently the cavern was well known for being a popular place to grind materials, and as of recently, a great place to grind for the new event items. Chocolate eggs. It was apparently a brand new currency used in the easter shops to purchase rare items, including a rather unique dungeon map. She needed to stock up on Tier 3 materials in order to finally get her shop going, and get it stocked with stuff that frontliners would be purchasing. She stood perched on a rock that was jutting out of the underground lake, an amused look on her face. there were players fishing left and right, searching for as many eggs as they could. Her familiar chirped, before nuzzling her face into Violets, eliciting a laugh from the usually stoic and silent pinkette. @Cordelia @Alec
  12. Baldur put on his straw hat. He hadn't worn one since he was a kid, and he picked up his brand new fishing pole. He hadn't been fishing since he was a kid either. Probably since his feet hadn't touched the floor boards of his dad's truck. But it didn't matter here. He had the <<Fishing>> skill, which meant he was just as good as everyone else... at least, mechanically speaking. He didn't know if there was some special way to choose locations, but that's what the quest had picked up was for. <<Nature's Treasure>> was supposed to make it easier, and cut out some of the annoyance, like fishing up monsters. He tied up the sleeves of his kimono, and in an almost unique exception, wasn't wearing his trademarked blue and white haori. Floor 21 was also not a floor he frequented. He didn't care for the grim dark edge lord, or underground floors. But this is where the magic happens. The gaijin fisherman made his way out of the settlement and tried to follow some underground rivers had had seen on his map. Eventually he came to a cavern that seemed remote and unoccupied. A waterfall fell into a pond, and it seemed big enough and deep enough that he could fish there all day and not deplete the pond. Better than that, while he was scouting it, a fish jumped. "Well, this looks about like the perfect spot." He set down his tackle box and interacted with it, loading the <<Bait>> onto the pole and casting out into the pond. "Winner winner chicken dinner." ID#139041 CD: 6 LD: 2+5=7 Materials +1, Eggs +4, +1 Mat from housing bonus Baldur's Haul: Eggs: 4 Mats: 2 @Shield Quest: Baldur: Event: Fishing:
  13. 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.
  14. After the swift defeat of the snowy dragon, Macradon would look over at Mari “Time for the next?” he asked and began walking towards the 4th floor’s boss room “It’s probably gonna be just as difficult as this one, which doesn’t say a lot.” he said with a chuckle and traversed through the icy cold snowy wilderness. His armor as well as padding underneath helped a lot of keeping his temperature stable, and with his Survival skill, it only made it easier for him to keep his health from depleting in any weather of sorts. Macradon would switch out his frost resistant armor for his trinket again, making sure that his hits were indeed gonna hit his opponent if anything were to happen when they would engage upon the small dragon. The next dragon was located on the 5th floor, the desert floor. “From what I’ve gathered of intel, the dragon will summon a small sandstorm in its vicinity when anything approached it, making it a bit more difficult to get a good look as well as hit on it, so we should be prepared for that.” Macradon explained to Mari as they walked. @Mari Stats
  15. 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
  16. <<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
  17. Yuki took a deep breath. It took a moment to get used to the difference of the air here on Floor 2 compared to Floor 1. Murky, musty and wet filled the atmosphere. Urbus looked wildly different than the Town of Beginnings as well. It was hard to believe she was actually taking on this challenge. She kind of felt like a questing hero! Her boots clicked against the cobblestone roads as she investigated the area for any possible quests to take and get herself leveled up. She couldn't help the frontal fight if she was a low level forever. It was nice to get out of her armor as well. It was the first time she had worn real clothing since she got ahold of her starting equipment that Macradon had made for her. She was sure she'd be putting it back on soon though, she wanted to get used to the combat in SAO so she could be ready for anything. Starting <<Long Live the Queen>> with @Luna
  18. Yuki looked through her quest log one more time to confirm the location of the quest giver: Maggie's Kitchen. The NPC there would give her the certificate to begin her profession as a cook and she could level that up to create buffing foods and good meals. It sounded like a win/win to her. She arrived at the location, had a conversation with the NPC and she was tasked with collecting materials and making something at her shop. Easy enough, of course. The one thing she had to do was head out of the safe zone and collect materials to do that. It wouldn't be hard to dodge combat and look through the world to find materials, though, it was rather annoying that she was unable to use the materials that she began with. It was obvious the quest was meant to teach you how to farm for them. That said though, she made her way through the Town of Beginnings towards the safe zone wall. @Xion
  19. "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.
  20. 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:
  21. 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
  22. 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
  23. 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
  24. 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
  25. 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: