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Surprisingly, the top of the mountain was not the end goal in the this climb. Thankfully, the dojo she was meant to find happened to be only a little further than three-fourths of the way up. Tokki picked up the pace a bit, hoping to finish this walk for good now that she had been at it for well over two hours at this point. Was this walk meant to make her appreciate dedication? Did the monks think that only people who have the willpower to climb a mountain can punch other people in the face? She could prove that wrong pretty quickly if she wanted to but she was more of a kicker than a puncher

Halfway up the mountain, Tokki would decide to take a short break sitting down against a tree off the side of the path and looking out to the distance of the horizon. If only she had brought Agma or Serah, at least then she would have someone to talk to. The thought of messaging them to join her was tempting but at this point it would take them probably an hour to meet up with her unless she walked back down the mountain. That was out of the cards. After a couple of minutes, the maid would pick herself up and continue up the path. Of course the rest of her friends get their weapons unlock

Of all the annoying things that could possibly be available to do in a game, walking had to be the absolute worst. Tokki's current objective for the quest to earn the right to use her weapon was now "Walk up the mountain path." How uninteresting. Not even a guide to lead her up and talk to on the way. Not to mention that the girl also happened to be walking up the mountain in heels. That one was her choice but still. Walking up there fully clad in plate armor would be just as agonizing, she was sure. As she observed the scenery from the low point of the mountain, Tokki took in the sights

Megitsune watched the player break down, to which she dropped the smile she had. To be fair, she had no idea that this player didn't understand the rules that everyone in Aincrad were currently operating under and that he had only just arrived with them. The weaker of the three, she assumed, would ask them how long its been since they had been trapped. At this point the fox girl had lost count of the days. Did it really even matter? "Including him? Did Kayaba not teleport him to the square on day one or has he seriously not tried to log out after two or three years of being trapped?" Megi

"This is why I gather," Wulfrin sighed as he moved to sit next to the weeping player. "If I'm being honest, it wasn't that long ago I was in this same state. For days I'd approach the gates, trying to work up the courage to step into the wilds. When I finally got out there, and turns out I was worried for nothing." Wulfrin materialized a small picnic basket. Immediately the smell of fresh baked bread and pastries began to permeate the surrounding area. One by one he would hand out various treats and goddies to the makeshift party that had formed at the Monument of Life, a place Wulfrin ha

"that's... what i'd been trying to tell you." to be fair, shikari didn't really know what to expect, either, telling them about the truth that they were all stuck in a death game. so taka was taking this way harder than he'd expected. he knelt, wondering if he should place a hand on the other player's head before deciding to do so anyway, as though it was a gesture of comfort. "yeah. i know this is a lot to take in," he continued, looking up towards wulfrin and the fox-looking woman. "but i mean -- you two, we've been around the game for this long, haven't we? it's been about at leas

Taka’s eyes widened, spinning around to meet the new voice who had taken his thoughts and spoken them aloud. Tears would’ve welled up in Taka’s eyes if he hadn’t been so shocked. He stepped back until his back hit the monument. “You’re a liar! You’re… lying.” He accuses the newcomer with a broken and cracking voice. “You have no idea what you’re talking about… y-you’re implying I’m stuck here?! What’s next?” “Gonna tell me we can die here too?” He slid down to a sitting position and held his head between his knees. Silently, he’d sit there sobbing to himself, thinking of all the time

The group of three were the majority around the monument as only two others accompanied them not far from their conversation. An extremely short, toothpick of a woman with a scythe on her back looks upon the wall mysteriously. Mourning a friend? Rival? A guild-mate? Nothing that she would ever reveal. The one with her was monster of a familiar in size, probably the biggest someone could find likely. It had snow-white fur and multiple tails. Every so often, blue fire would puff from its nostrils. A red and white mask shaped like in the likeness of a fox hung over her face and soon her eyes

Morningstar formed the Trackers Alliance so that rumors and information could be gathered, maintained, and stored in one single place. Scouts affiliated with the guild could use that information as they wished, exploring to their heart's content. Even so, there were certain rumors that Morningstar withheld from his group--rumors that he deemed too dark and too dangerous to rank at all. The Stygian Library was one of these rumors. He first encountered it as a myth in the Grand Library of Ronbaru. A short and seemingly unremarkable book titled "Callow's Mythology" detailed the author's disc

He crossed out 'no combat' in his journal, replacing it with 'some combat.' "Work at your own pace. Investigate rumors as often as your schedule allows. I won't be keeping track of your hours. In regards to rewards, the guild will not take a cut from anything you earn. You can think of yourselves as freelancers, sort of." "Good question," he said to Bistro. "There isn't a straightforward formula for determining difficulty, but rank is predominantly based on the amount of danger a player can expect to be in while undertaking the rumor. Whether the danger stems from local mobs, environ

"as far as you're aware," shikari returned, arms folded, shooting wulfrin a grin with a similar amount of smugness. "and where i'm concerned is that this guy, right here --" he gestured to taka for emphasis, "-- had spawned in here like he wasn't using a teleport crystal. so say what you would about it. he said something about an hour-long loading screen, and we know how time dilation gets our perception of being stuck in here messed up." the man shook his head, and pulled up his menu to verify for taka. a missing logout button, right where he'd expected it, too. he remembered seeing it t

“You don’t,” A gentle voice came from behind the two. Another new face stepped off the teleportation platform dressed in simple travelers clothes. “Unfortunately it’s one of the many side effects of this prison, for lack of any better words. We’ve all been forced into living new lives by a crazed game dev.” Despite his welcoming demeanor and somewhat younger age, roughly mid twenties, the individual spoke with an air of experience. His brown hair a mess as if he had just rolled out of bed and crimson hued eyes that seemed oddly both dead and alive. ”Name’s Wulfrin,” He said with a re

Silently, I stepped toward the monument, my eyes laying upon my name and the name of someone under mine which had been crossed out in red. Then another above mine, with a sound like steel against steel, that name was abruptly crossed as well. Underneath the name, in a smaller font read ‘Killed by Violent Nepenthes - 22:31’. I coughed slightly, clearing my throat. My fingers brush across my name upon the dark slab, it’s cold. The stone is smooth, cold and hard. I felt the skin on my fingers flatten as I pressed in on the material. I shake my head and laugh loudly. “Hah! You people ar

"you mean kayaba?" shikari laughed. "yeah. the team really made the experience phenomenal, i suppose. it's hard to believe so much is indistinguishable from our experience outside of here. and, hell, you haven't seen anything just yet -- you should try the food they've put in here some time! i could go for some roast pork kebabs right about now..." they took the path towards the black iron palace. the road there was scarce with players, and it was emptier so within. light that poured in from the outside was filtered through blue-tinted windows of stained glass, and each step they took upo

I shrugged, crossed my arms and looked to him, waiting for him to start walking. “I guess… as for my experience so far? I have to say… it's quite amazing. I mean—I knew it would be impressive but this outrageous! I can't believe he's done this.” My heart dropped when he questioned my weapon, the color ran from my face and I gave an awkward chuckle-slash-snort. “This ol’ thing? It’s nothing. My friend who got the game for me pulled a few strings and I got my hands on this bad girl! She's pretty ain't she? I can't wait to put her to the test.” My light pink hair and dark green eyes are clea

There wasn't much in terms of structure in the immediate area, but he did notice a pile of supplies, and a weakened branch above from a nearby tree...with the possible weight of the limb, if enough gravity applied, dropping this limb might damage and disorientate the supplies they'd organized. Vigilon got to climbing up the tree slowly and carefully, and then began trying to cut the limb. The moment the snap sounded, Vigilon moved his position to hide himself and slid down as the limb fell upon the supply pile, disturbing the pile into a mess and possibly destroying a number of things aside fr

shikari shook his head. "no. not just hardcore--" but it seemed as though his words were to fall upon deaf ears. he ran his hand through the back of his hair, a wry expression found on his lips. with how taka had started to ramble about being excited to tackle the game, he did wonder if they would begin to draw a crowd, and he scanned their surroundings as though looking for a single particular person -- marquis. but she wasn't back yet, and he was hesitant to end their interaction here, even if taka wasn't going to take shikari at his own word. so what was the best to convince him,

“So? It’s a little hardcore. That's all, if I die I gotta restart from the beginning so what?!” My hand reaches for the hilt protruding from over my right shoulder. The blade on my back resembled that of a mangled up car door. The gargantuan hunk of steel had no defined shape, no pommel nor grossguard. It’s width was no less than three feet, along with a length scraping just below six feet. The edge of the blade was jagged, and a mix of bronze, steel and gold can be pointed out at a quick glance. It’s name was Steel Requiem. A rare, two-handed broadsword that was wired to me via my f

"your fridge?" it took him a moment to process the home appliance -- because, of course, the real-world technology was a much more accessible piece of furniture than the ones he'd seen inside the game. had it really been so long since they'd been out of their virtual reality? in the interim, he took taka's hand and shook it. "shikari. i'm not so much a hunter myself at the moment though." the man chuckled, the corner of his smile tight for a brief moment. "i used to be, but that's a different story. ... monster-slaying is a pretty big ordeal these days." there was a brie

I nod in understanding. “Whether it was wi-fi or just some server backlog, it was annoying!” I chuckle, but then something he said caught my attention, something that I almost took offense to. “Stay in town?” I repeat. The corners of my mouth curled up into a cheeky smile. “Ahh man! I'm not that green. I've been waiting forever to get this new tech, there's no way I'm waiting any longer to get into some monster-slaying!” I shouted with obvious excitement. Looking at his gear, this guy must’ve been grinding for a while and he clearly knows what he's doing. He's probably a decent level

it didn't matter if marquis was right, and shikari's memory was indeed failing. by the way the player had talked, it really did seem as though they were new to the game -- and it didn't help that they had a really good reason behind the facade. shikari chuckled. "you too? i had some problems with my wifi when i was starting out too, sure... but nothing drastic enough for an hour." as much as he was grinning, his eyes behind his mask had told a different tale. because, suppose it had been true -- somehow, within the outside world, they really had been managed by external forces, and this y

I pivoted on my heel with a smirk and was just about to dart towards the rear exit, but when I did so I found that my destination had been replaced by a well-built man with wild, fiery hair wearing a sort of mask… “Woahh! Hey!” I exclaimed. Startled, I took a stutter step back after nearly running into the guy. I raised a brow, my smile faded but soon reappeared after finally understanding what he was asking. I responded softly and raised my hand to my chin, my fingers gently stroked just under the point of my chin as I began to think. “Teleport Crystal? I assume that's an

no no no, someone definitely caught sight of this new player logging on. it was so abrupt, even, that shikari had gestured towards the stranger in the distance, mouth agape, just as he shook marquis' shoulder. shook, not tapped. the woman beside him flinched and made a noise of surprised, mixed with annoyance. a hasty, "what, what?" beckoned nothing from the man, despite marquis pulling her gaze away from her console, and she stared blankly at the space before her. the teleport plaza, as uninteresting as it ever was. "you didn't see it?" "see what? i've been keeping my eyes

Vigilon breathed a sigh of relief. Looks like he could do more than just give these enemies a black eye. If he played his cards right, he might be able to cripple their encampment by laying waste to their structures when possible...depending on what he could and couldn't damage. He couldn't guarantee that every structure of these uprisers could be damaged or destroyed, but any way he could mess with them would be helpful to his current course of action. If he crippled their establishment, they would need to spend time repairing the damages before getting up to any further antics. That might sa

Vigilon could hear snoring. The lookout was asleep. Vigilon knew that the cliff he just climbed was a fair way down, and the tree was young enough to be as thick as the average tree. Well, as long as Vigilon didn't test his weapon's durability, then if tree chopping was anything like how it worked in games like Breath of the Wild, he might be able to control the fall of the tree, and thus the hut as well...a greater fall meant greater damage, so he needed to be precise in making sure this younger tree fell in the direction needed. Vigilon began attacking the tree, but stopped every four swings