Luke Pendragon

Luke sipped and ate absent mindedly. He looked around wondering if he would actually dance. The idea wasn’t repulsive but there was only so much food that he could eat. Eventually one’s taste buds would get overwhelmed. He debated getting into a fight just to spice things up. He decided against it, ultimately, because he didn’t trust what his brain was telling him about his mental state. It would be a shame to survive all this time just to die from a stupid pvp bout. “Maybe I should just get going,” he sighed, looking at the exit. He realized there was only so much fun to be had on any g

Luke laughed when Ceres tossed the spoon away. He supposed littering didn’t really matter in a make believe world. Moments later he was hugged and pulled away by her, not to dance but towards the food tables. “Heh, I guess it slipped my mind,” he said, not knowing how to explain that his head wasn’t working right due to being drunk, or whatever was happening to him. “At first, I thought you meant your name was actually Boring. But okay, Cinnamon works too! I’ll stick with Luke. Knowing myself I’ll forget a new name if I give myself one.” “Wow, what a selection… I was never muc

Luke looked over to see a rose colored haired woman looking over at him. She was holding a spoon with some kind of food in it. He felt like he’d seen her earlier, but everything was so swirly and odd that he couldn’t say for certain. He steeled his mind when he realized that she was talking to him. He told himself mentally not to be weird so he put on a straight face and gave a gentle smile. “Oh, uhm… sure?” he held out his hand to take the spoon and, assuming she let go, he’d eat the caviar. Having never had it before his eyes would open wide as the flavor rushed into his mouth. His cur

A breeze rushed in through a window that had been cracked open. This time of year he expected chilly weather. He felt hot in this party so the breeze was welcome. People seemed to be dancing all around him. He continued to watch them, somehow feeling that if he waited long enough someone would approach him. He was feeling far too shy to go out and find someone to dance with. He thought to himself that he might just stand here all night, and he probably wouldn't be any worse for wear if he did. He took another sip from his drink against his better judgement. He felt his mind start to wande

Luke was in a very peculiar mood today. He had walked around a party, letting his guard down for the first time in a long time. He’d been assured that this was a safe area and while he could never truly trust anyone in this world, he found himself feeling relaxed. He hadn’t known that the drink he’d had was spiked with something bizarre. His first clue should have been the swirling colors that made him stare absent mindedly a bit too long at people’s clothing as he walked around. He felt himself put on a giddy smile, wondering what the hell was going on. “Would anyone like to dance

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"Norio, listen to me. I know about you and Aisha. I think you'll agree with me that we have our differences and that's not going to change. What can change, is that we can and will set them aside. If not for the mission, for her. You see, I know you feel strongly about her, we both do. From the sound of it, the two of you are at odds right now. If you want to do right by her, start right now. Get out of your own way. " Luke tried to be the bigger man here. He continued, "I know this fight wasn't for fun, it was because you were angry. Not just with me, either. I can sense that.” Nori

Luke was glad to finally have a decent party gathered up. Or at least he hoped that was the case. He sighed and said, “the name’s Luke. I can’t wait to get started.” He then looked over at the NPC in question, “I think I’ve heard of this quest before. It’s great for newbies apparently, which is great because my level isn’t all that high.” He let out a chuckle, “are these friends of yours strong?” He guessed he would find out one way or another. Most quests tended to have combat in them. Surely they were stronger than Luke. Luke tried to think back to what this quest was suppos

Luke went back to continue his rescue quest. He picked back up at where he and Aisha had taken the lead, quickly leaving behind Fang and Wato, as well as Norio. Luke was surprised at how willing Norio was to hang back and preoccupy Minnat while they got away, although he had done something similar in the past. Some people were predisposition to play the hero. He didn't know why he criticized Norio so much, maybe it was because they weren't so different. All he knew was that, right now, he was glad to have him on his side. Between himself, Norio, Aisha, Wato, and now Fang? The group might

First post info Luke's Stats: Level 14? | HP: 280/280 | EN: 46/46 | DMG: 5 (1 base + 3 weapon skill + 1 weapon enhancement) | MIT: 0 | ACC: 0 | THORNS: 0 | LD: 0 Equipment and consumables: Weapon: Rare Great Sword with +1 Damage and +1 Accuracy 3 starter healing potions that heal 50 HP Abilities: <<Straight sword>> Skill [Rank 1] +3 DMG Luke, on yet another quest, looked out over a hill into a bandit hideout that had, until recently, been cleverly hidden. Even getting to this vantage point had required a lo

Luke walked in and picked up the armor, after thanking Wulfrin profusely for his hard work + Slayer's Armor | T1 Perfect Heavy Armor | 256740a | MIT 3 A large steel-colored set of plate armor that looks like it weighs a ton. Slayer's Greatsword | T1 Perfect Straight Sword | 256416 | DMG 3 A large steel-colored blade that looks heavy enough to need two hands to carry it. It's edge is shinier than the rest of the weapon. Slayer's Necklace | T1 Perfect Jewelry | 256443 | ACC 3 A bone necklace that glows ominously.

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Wato jeered, providing Fang with an introduction only he could've come up with. Jokes aside, it was clear how Wato felt about Fang and that, no matter how the rest of the group felt about her, she was going to be along for the ride. Luckily for the rest of them, she would prove valuable in due time. Wato's explanation and introduction for Fang was good enough for now. Most of them understood loss and understood what it meant to find someone… be it a friend or something more. Luke and Aisha weren’t going to stand in the way of that and the way they saw it, the more the merrier, as there wa

They had a moment to rest, so Luke slumped down and started to nap while the others kept watch. <This is a dream sequence> Something felt… unwell inside of Luke as he considered the situation he was in. It was like a switch had been flipped and he went from feeling completely fine to feeling like he was going to die inside. He started to sweat at his fingertips. He pictured everything he cherished in this world going up in flames. “This can’t be right,” he said to himself, “it has to be some kind of joke.” He actually managed to let out a smile as sweat dripped do

Luke got up out of bed at the sound of a knock at his door. He yawned and staggered over – he hadn’t gotten drunk last night but he felt especially groggy. He’d travelled back to the area not too long ago and while he was technically well rested he was ill adjusted to a more peaceful lifestyle. A month of constant adventuring and battling had made it hard to get a good night’s sleep. Now that he was finally back, the quiet was unnerving. He was hopeful for some kind of adventure or quest to go on. Usually when people sought him out it was to get him to do some kind of job. He was half exp

Luke was in the middle of trying to get some players to help out with a quest. He knew a girl named Astra who he usually liked to adventure with, but she was being very annoying. “Me? Help with a quest? Oh heavens no, I’m not good with this sort of thing.” She fanned herself with her hand exasperatedly. She did briefly consider throwing some more excuses into the mix, but she decided to leave it at that. While she was trained in medicine, she thought the idea of being a medic in a game to be quite boring. It was an odd feeling to be so good at medicine but to be grossed out by healing in

First post info Luke's Stats: Level 1 | HP: 100/100 | EN: 28/28 | DMG: 5 (1 base + 3 weapon skill + 1 weapon enhancement) | MIT: 6 | ACC: 0 | THORNS: 18 | LD: 0 Equipment and consumables: Weapon: Rare Great Sword with +1 Damage and +1 Accuracy Armor: T1 Perfect Heavy Armor with Thorns (18* tier) and Mitigation (6*tier) 3 starter healing potions that heal 50 HP Abilities: <<Straight sword>> Skill [Rank 1] +3 DMG --- Well, there Luke was, on a quest to go rescue someone. He'd paired up with some other players to help finish it. Whe

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<below is a dream, and does not take place in the game> Luke was out and flying throughout the great savannah outside of Yael. He was searching for what the locals had called “The Run” which was more or less the only way to get to Yael. Nobody had ever given him an iota of details about it other than it was dangerous. So, Luke was looking for some place that seemed dangerous. He was looking for some kind of clue, anything as he had to find Yael soon or risk running out of food. If only he could find someone else trying to complete the run too. The flighted mage eventually cam

Luke wandered through the market until he happened upon a store he'd heard great reviews for. He walked up to Wulfrin and said, "heya! I'd like to order a Sword with the Damage 3 enchant. Some heavy armor with Mitigation 3, and a trinket with Accuracy 3. I uh... I sketched kind of what I want them to look like." Slayer's Greatsword A large steel-colored blade that looks heavy enough to need two hands to carry it. Its edge is shinier than the rest of the weapon. Enchantment: Damage 3 Slayer's Armor A large steel-colored set of plate armor that looks like it weighs a ton.

<this is in a dream and does not affect the world of SAO at all> Luke stood across from a soldier, looking them up and down. This was it, a spar with an NPC that he’d promised to take part in. It was a sort of trial quest that required players to fight in order to prove that they knew the basics of the controls. Almost everyone had to partake in some kind of fight once in a while. It was Luke’s first time sparring in such a manner. Sure he’d sparred plenty of times, but not with a bunch of NPCs watching him, and an NPC who was no doubt going to take notes. He had a bl

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“Yeah, sure,” he said, trying to pry it open. It wasn’t difficult, and it opened with a small click once he played with it a little. The lock must have been rusted or something. He didn’t bother looking inside, knowing that it didn’t matter since it wasn’t his to keep. He yawned, then said, “I guess I should go tell that old man that I finished his chores.” “Take this letter with you,” the fisherman told him. “Alright, I will,” Luke replied, taking the letter in his hand. He’d such a long day that he didn’t know whether or not he wanted to deliver the letter but he supposed re

The fisherman was the last one on the list. He had a rod in hand and waved at Luke as he approached. “You must be the help I sent for,” he said. “Uh, I don’t know about that,” Luke replied. “I agreed to help with some chores, and you’re the last stop. What do you need?” “I just need you to help me sift through some nets. My fingers tire, you see.” “Alright then,” Luke said, as he started grabbing nets and pulling their contents out. It was messy work, but it didn’t take all that long. There was something strange among the contents, some kind of metal prize of sorts. It was lik

The smith had only asked for three boars, so he just needed to poison one more. He was supposed to deliver all the bodies to the smith, so that he could harvest them. Not for meat, obviously, but perhaps their tusks would be of some use. He found yet another boarling to poison, but he had to wait ten minutes for it to take the bait. It was just on the edge of being too old to die to that sort of poison, but it ended up taking the bait just like the others. With all three boars in tow, he made it back to the smith to drop off his ill gotten gains. “Here you go, now let’s see if I can comp