Ethereal

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Spotting an easy opening and quickly following up behind Macradon as was the plan, Eth darts forwards, bringing his black jagged greatsword around in a wide arc. Activating a basic AoE sword skill to finish the mobs off, he slashes their midriffs as his guildmate finishes his attack. With a flash of light, the bearded man lands the final blow on the two monsters causing them to explode into polygons and fly off in every direction before blinking out of existence.

<<Battle Engaged>>

ID# 50592
BD: 9(6+3), Hit. Charge +1.
LD: 21(20+1) +1 Energy.

Order: Opal [MageKnight 1], Mack [MageKnight 2], Macradon, Ethereal.

Opals HP: 152/152 || Dmg: 15 || Mit: 12 || Acc: +3
EN: 34/38

Mack: 121/121 (25/29)

Macradon: 125/125 (20/30)

Ethereal: 129/129 (25/31) (-6 Energy from Sword Art)

Eruption - 3x1 - AoE

Damage: [1(Base)+2(Potion)+4(Skills)+1(Charge)+1(Mods)+6(Enchantments)]*3 = 45 = 30DMG (45-15)

Mage Knight 1: 0/115 || Dmg: 20 || Mit: 15 || EN: 20/20 [Stunned] (-30)
Sword Art:  Flaming Cleave (1x2 AOE) 4 Energy (If more than one target)
Mage Knight 2:  0/115 || Dmg: 20 || Mit: 15 || EN: 20/20 [Stunned] (-30)
Sword Art:  Flaming Cleave (1x2 AOE) 4 Energy (If more than one target)
Tagas The Corrupted: 350/350 || Dmg: 75 || Mit: 25 [Not in Combat]

Ethereal was busying away in front of a set of complex alchemical apparatus, undergoing a rather finicky stage of crafting when he was startled by a message popping up. Startled, he pours too much of an emerald green liquid into a circular flask and a huge BANG is produced flinging him back. Shaking his head, unkempt hair going everywhere he struggles to his feet. Glancing down, the bearded man opens the PM curiously with a tap of his finger. After a second, he smiles to himself. Forgetting what had just occurred, he dashes out of the store grabbing his Blades cloak as he went.

Glad to be out of the shop for a bit, the swordsman hops onto the teleportation platform and requests; "Floor Four." Surrounded by teal light, the player rematerialises on the other side and calls out "Anyone here named Hak-?" before spotting Macradon. Waltzing up he introduces himself warmly. "Hey there, I'm Eth. Nice to meet ya."

OOC RIP when peeps don't post :S

Ethereal lifts what appears to be a white knight gently from the upper-left corner of the checkered board from where he was sitting. Tapping it a few times on a certain space to north-west of the piece, Eth glances at the sky contemplating the move. The ocean blue painting that this game classes as a "sky" looks back down at him, the swordsman's mind wanders to the fact that the "sky" was technically just a roof - there was 99 floors above this one after all. Lowering his eyes back to the old, wizened man the player nods once, making up his mind and places the knight into its rightful spot.

Ethereal was slumped over in one corner of the bar, head resting on the table as if sleeping with a half-empty mug of ale a few inches from his nose. He'd obviously had too much and several NPCs and players were glancing at him with mixed expressions. Chatter could be heard across several of the neighbouring tables: "Look at that guy! He's so out of it, I say we throw him in the street. He's an eyesore." mutters one burly warrior to the bartender, who replies. "Are you mad? That guy's from the Blood Oath. Can't you tell by the cloak?" The bartender exclaims to the player, who slurs. "So what? He looks like he wouldn't wake up even if you threw water on him." The bartender grimaces at that. "He's part of the Crimson Blades you nitwit." The warrior chuckles in response, obviously having never heard of the guild. "The hell is that meant to mean?" The bartender shakes his head in despair, before gesturing with a towel to Eth's cloak. "The red and gold rather than red and white - means he's way above your level. Hell, he can probably fight you off in his sleep." The warrior grunts in submission, taking a swig of his drink before retorting. "Whatever, I mean, you've already had that fuss with the girl and that lad with the sword. Spineless bastard."

(OOC commencing CPR on this thread xD )

Ethereal was halfway up a tree. Not just any tree - the biggest damn tree in the forest adjacent to where the group were fighting their boars. Straining to reach the next highest branch in the veritable ladder of twigs and sticks. Several pine needles jab the swordsman in the eye as he heaves his bodyweight up another few meters, scouring the next few branches from his new perch. He was looking for a rare type of purple fungus needed for powerful alchemy. Thing is, this particular mushroom only grows on the highest branches of the exact type of tree he was currently climbing. Lowering his eyes to look down, Ethereal sighs. Even after all he's faced he never liked heights. In the half-hour of climbing he'd barely cleared fifteen meters. What a disgrace.

Ethereal was strolling the grounds of Floor Eleven, admiring the change of decoration and atmosphere during the Spring Festival. Personally, he loved these sorts of events - based solely around relaxation and where the darkness of this world slipped away for a short while. Gazing across the crowd of happy faces, the swordsman admires the skill with which this event was crafted by the developers. Certainly, a lot of thought had gone into having something here for everyone. Women were walking around with new kimonos and hairpins, young children were playing with the various games and couples were having the time of their lives.

"Anyone out there think they have the skill to beat me in checkers? If you can you'll win a prize!" the call carries over the heads of the various players milling around. Eth's ears prick up as he makes his way towards the sound, a wizened old NPC sat on a cushioned seat behind a game board. One kid was looking fairly despondent, picking himself up from the opposing seat and trudging off. "It isn't nice to run the mood, old man." Ethereal comments wryly, sitting himself down, "I'd better teach you a lesson." The white-bearded old man raises his head to look under the brim of his farmer's hat. "Oh! A challenger! Shall we begin?"

ID# 50290

Loot: 11 (+1 = 12) 

For Ethereal the game turned out to be mere child's play compared to the regular chess games he attended. It was over in less than five minutes at which point the old man sighed; "Well played, lad. Choose a prize." The victor nods, "Well played. I'll choose... the fox one there." he points with his index finger at a rather menacing looking fox mask among the various kitsune. The elder reaches over and retrieves it, passing it over as Eth stands and bows before making his way off.

Eth was taking his regular route through the medieval settlement of Floor One, full of NPCs bearing quests geared solely for low-level players. Stomach rumbling slightly he mutters under his breath: "I fancy a cake and tea." Glancing around the street he happened to be turning onto, the swordsman spotted a rather busy cupcake store. Nodding mentally to himself with a "That'll do." The man strolls over, cloak of the Crimson Blades billowing out behind him as he went. As he entered the quaint cafe, Eth notices that several layers were bickering about a window and stealing or something along those lines. Keeping out of it, the Blade nods to the NPC behind the counter, "One chocolate cupcake please."

ID: #50222

Loot: 20 (+1 = 21)

Ethereal was keeping fairly quiet as the Vice-Commander and the Squad Leader spoke of Guild politics and how the "brass" of the Guild should behave. Mentally shrugging, he decided it was best he keep out of such debates for the time being. The swordsman continues carefully scanning the layout before him as if it was the only thing in the world. With the eyes of a man who has spent two long in pitch-black underground tunnels, Eth notices that one of the buildings that they just passed was a facade that was hiding something.

Backtracking slightly away from the rest of the Knights, he peers into the darkness behind the disguise and notices what appear to be several beehive-like tunnels leading down into the earth a few meters from the entrance. Squinting a little, Ethereal distinguishes that carved above one of the tunnels is an inlayed cross traced with gold leaf. Poking his head quickly back out of the doorframe before the others got too far, he hollers out - "I got it! Over here!"

Ethereal moves with Lawfer, scouring the surrounding ground for materials as they make their way towards the forest. Restarting an alchemy business in the monopoly of a market it had turned into was a chore and therefore needed time and mats to work. Spotting something resembling a rare plant, the swordsman crouches down and brushes aside the grass covering the object. After a cursory glance, Eth determined it to be of no use within the scope of alchemy and stands quickly, catching up to the group.

ID: #50221

Loot: 13 (+1 = 14)

Ethereal seemed out of his depth despite the fact that he was also visibly of a fairly high level. Fidgeting a little in discomfort the swordsman pockets the alchemical ingredient he had just bought before joining the two players facing off. "Calm it lads, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding.." he trails off, looking curiously at Lazarus. "How the.. it's quite impressive you can talk with that much food in your mouth." Eth seems to just notice Hydra and turns a little to address him, "What brings you here anyway, Daydreamer? I'd have thought you'd still be busy taking over the lake I play chess at..?"

Ethereal glances over his shoulder at the new player, humming to himself as they went. "Probably a few boars or the usual, but there should be an event mob called "Dark Elf" that ya need to kill for this quest." He went back to humming a tune that sounds very different than the usual Japanese songs, feet crunching a little on the slightly muddy hill as they reached its peak. Surveying the land with one hand sheltering his eyes the swordman points with the other to a black figure a few hundred meters away. "That's what you need to defeat - good luck. I'll be right beside you to back you up if you need it." The pair then begin their descent towards the enemy.

Ethereal makes his way back into the store, waving to the proprietor as he entered. "Hey Mac. I got your PM about my item being ready? Nice one." the swordsman would browse the wares on offer before making his way over to Macradon. He waits patiently as the custom-made Perfect item was brought out and offered to him. "Gonna save this puppy for later. It'll leave a nasty mark on anything that hits me, eh?"

+ "Crimson Palisade"

Ethereal was making his regular rounds through the main square of Floor One, scouring the various rickety stands vendors wheeled out on days such as today. Perusing the wares, Eth carefully picks up a round, clear glass flask and holds it up to the light. Nodding once, the swordsman addresses the owner - "Excuse me, how much is this?" After a moment, the storekeeper, a huge man with an equally large moustache turns and mutters "200 Col." Eth spins it around, calculating just how useful the apparatus would be amidst his current setup. "Deal." he utters simply. The owner would cover a smirk. Ethereal knew that the price was ridiculous but it didn't matter much to him at this point in his 'career'. Pulling out the required credits, he passes them over. "Thanks." To which the reply came after he had begun walking away, "Sucker,."

(OOC I rolled twice and forgot to link the first roll to the post RIP because it had a 12 LD)

Loot: 5 (+1 = 6)

Ethereal pushes open the heavy ash door - hanging off its hinges - and steps gingerly inside the structure. Squinting through the darkness, he moves over to what seems to be an unlit torch on a sconce situated on a nearby stone wall. Pulling it down, the swordsman searches around the top of a nearby table. Luck would have it an ancient tinderbox is perched on the edge, Ethereal knocks it but manages to grab it before it falls. Striking the box a few times, the torch flares into life and casts looming shadows on the tiles. Grabbing another torch from the next closest fixture, Eth offers it to Mack before lighting it with his own.

Dem Rollz

Summary

+1 SP to all who participated

+200 Col distributed between participants

Ethereal shook his head, the grandmaster behind him raising his eyebrows at the sight. "Gomenasai" the swordsman would mutter, turning back to the old man. Waving a hand in dismissal, the elder replies "Goshinpainaku" and proceeds to move his piece as to take the newly-moved piece. Groaning, Eth plonks himself back down in front of the marble chessboard and cracks his knuckles. He proceeds to continue the game under the cool shade of a cherry blossom tree, the sounds of splashing and drama coming from just over his shoulder.

ID# 49942

Loot: 14 (+1 = 15)

Ethereal would mutter a few squeaks under his breath, one could hear such comments as "Feckin' messenger, eh?" while the swordsman trails behind Opal. He slips the potion back into the pouch from whence it came, squinting against the horizon for any sign of an entrance or other notable landmark. The land seemed relatively bare, not much of note could be seen other than scattered bones dotted around the place.

Sighing a little, he taps his armor lightly in some half-forgotten tune as the party scout the land for their destination.

Damn. Guess I'm in investigation xD

Where am I? D:

Staring dead into the eyes of his opponent, Ethereal would slowly raise his left hand which was wrapped tightly around an obsidian rook. Lifting ever so gently, eyebrows furrowed the swordsman moves to place it down on the one spot that would check the enemy king. As he did, a huge splash behind him would cause the man to avert his gaze seeking the sound. Hand now slightly off course, he puts the piece in one of the few places where it would be taken. Turning back to the board, he notices his error and stands in a rage shouting "THE HELL ARE YOU KIDS DOING?!" It seemed absolutely comical to any bystander.

Ethereal blinked a few more times in bewilderment at the mannerisms of the lad before him. I mean candy - or sweets as they were called where he came from - were great and everything.. However acting to the extent that this lollipop man was in their name was more than a little interesting. "Are you okay there? I mean, candy shouldn't really be uh... stored where you're storing it.." he says tentatively before shaking his head and continuing. "Name's Eth. Lazarus, eh? Like the saint?"

Before you choose I'll just say that max shield skill gives you 50 extra mitigation on top of whatever your armor has. Two handed weapon users therefore cannot get the max mitigation but tend to be better at AoE than one handed weapon users.

Eth grinned back at the wannabe warrior, waving a hand dismissively - "Jeez, you're making me out to be a Saint. I appreciate the willingness to help me out if I need it but we need to get you to survive this first battle." The swordsman regards the shining blade, it was almost the direct opposite to his own; his weapon was dark and made of bone where this one seemed to radiate almost like it had been blessed by some god. Nodding once, he equips and draws his huge greatsword, the matt-black jagged blade absorbing the sins rays as it rasped from its sheath. "Let's go." He speaks simply, leading them to the edge of town where a blackened patch of field could be seen.