Ourian Clemmens

I made a new account since this one had issues in the past with a sister account using the same Email 2 years ago, but suddenly it seems that the account was banned or deleted for no apparent reason or warning.

The account in question is Ravenoa and I just made the journal recently. 

If someone can help me figure out what is going on, I would greatly appreciate it since I would really like to get back to playing this game

Stretching, Ourian rose from his well earned sleep, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. At first, he was confused as to where he was. About a minute later, he remembered that he was still at the Elven Steel shop where he was training to become a Blacksmith. Checking the clock by the bed, he saw that it was only six in the morning. Walking downstairs, he looked to see if Lafeal was awake yet. 

After checking the entire shop, Ourian decides to check her bedroom. Without thinking, he opens the door and walks inside.

"Lafeal are you awa-" Ourian began, but he was stunned as he saw Lafeal in nothing but a pink bra and matching underwear. Froze to the spot, Ourian's face started to turn bright red, as did Lafeals.

"GET OUT!!!" She screamed, throwing her pillow at him. As soon as it hit him in the head, he ran out the door.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled, running for dear life and closing the bedroom door behind him. 

"Umm... Ourian? Is it possible for you to carry me on your back?" Lafeal asked, her face turning redder by the second. "The way you're carrying me now is a little uncomfortable..."

"Sure. One sec..." Ourian agreed, placing her down so he could turn around and kneel down for her to grab on to his shoulders so he could pick her up. As he did so, he made a seat out of his hands by interlocking his fingers for her to sit on so he could make sure she wouldn't fall. 

"Just watch your hands, buddy!" She teased, making the two of them laugh as the village came into view. As they passed the gates of the village, Ourian felt Lafeal's head droop onto his shoulder. Judging by her breathing, she fell asleep. Smiling, he grabbed the set of keys from her pocket and opened the door to the shop for her. As soon as they were inside, Ourian judged that her bedroom was upstairs. After the climb up the steps, he found two rooms, one with the door closed and an open one. Judging from the emptiness of the open room aside from a bed and dresser, that was a spare room. 

Gently, he opened the other door and walked her over to her bed, and placed her on the bed. He couldn't help but look around the room to see that, although she was an NPC, she was so much like a real person. In a way, her room reminded him of his sister's with all the stuffed animals in the corver and blue blankets and decorations. Ourian just smiled as he walked back to the door. As soon as he was about to shut the door behind him, however, Lafeal called out to him.

"You can stay in the room across the hall. This way we can get started bright and early." She told him. With a nod, Ourian closed the door and walked over to the guest room, checked his inventory to remove all of his equipment, aside from his pants, and quickly fell asleep.

As he asked the question, Lafeal just blushed even more. Deciding that he wasn't going to get anything out of her for a bit, he just continued to carry her to the next spot where they were going to gather materials. As soon as he was about to set her down, however, she spoke up.

"Ourian... let's just head back to the shop for today... We'll continue first thing in the morning..."

"Are you sure?" He asked her, still willing to complete his training. When Lafeal nodded, however, he didn't argue the point and carried her towards town.

[iD: 4965]

BD: 7 Success (2 Damage

CD: 3

LD: 12 (+1) Loot Obtained (45 Col)

MD: 10 Epic Critical (3 Damage)

Nodding his head in agreement, Ourian rushes at the golem once more, which slammed him into the wall once again with a swipe of its arm. Freeing himself from the golem's hand, he stabs its hand to make it back off. 

"JUST DIE!!!" Ourian shouted as he jumped up and spun around to deliver a spinning slash that decapitated the golem, causing it to shatter like glass and signalling its defeat. As he landed, Ourian obtained a loot sphere. Getting excited, he activated it only to find a little bit of col. Pocketing the col with a sour expression, he walks over to Lafeal and helps her up. 

"Thanks..." She tells him. As soon as he let her go, however, she fell right back to the ground. 

"Are you okay?" Ourian asked, kneeling down to try and help her up again. 

"Yeah..." She assured him, however when she got back on her feet, she fell once again.

"No you're not... Here..." Ourian told her, kneeling down to pick her up.

"Wait, NO! Hey!" She argued, but Ourian was already sheathing his sword and attempting to pick her up. 

"Oh chill out..." Ourian sighed, picking her up at the knees and back and carrying her out of the cave and abandoning the torch. They were close enough to the entrance of the cave that they didn't need it anymore. Once outside, he looked at Lafeal to see her face was almost as red as a cherry. "Are you seriously that embarrassed about me carrying you when you're hurt?"

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 6/17 

Golem: [Deceased] LD: 13 (45 Col)

[iD: 4964]

BD: 2 (+1) Failure

CD: 12

LD: 16

MD: 5 Failure

"Ourian! Kill this bastard!" Lafeal shouted, still grabbing on to its neck for dear life. The golem flailed and grabbed at her, but was unable to get a hold of her due to its bulky form. Likewise, due to the golem having a fit, Lafeal was unable to attack.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 9/17 

Golem: [/////////] 1/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4963] 2 5 3 7

BD: 2 Failure

CD: 5 

LD: 3 (+1)

MD: 7 Success (1 Damage)

"Okay... you need to die!" Ourian shouted, charging forward in an attempt to stab the golem through the chest, however it wasn't going to fall for the same stunt twice in a row and smacked Ourian into the wall. As Ourian slid to the ground, Lafeal jumped onto the golem's back to get its attention. 

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 9/17 

Golem: [/////////] 1/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4962]

BD: 7 (+1) Success (1 Damage)

CD: 1

LD: 5

MD: 8 Success (2 Damage)

"Eat this!" Lafeal shouted, throwing her sword at the golem, impaling it in the stomach. As she rant to retrieve the sword, however, the golem pulled it out and tossed it back at her, catching her in the shoulder. The golem was noticeably weak now and hopefully one more attack will bring it down...

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 10/17 

Golem: [/////////] 1/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4961]

BD 7 Success (2 Damage)

CD 2

LD 12 (+1)

MD 6 Success

As the golem tried to catch Lafeal, Ourian threw a rock at the golem, hitting it in the head and disorienting it for a second. That one second, however, was all he needed. Wasting no time, he rushed in and slid under the golem's legs, slashing at its left leg as he passed through. As he stood up, however, he felt something hit him in the back and sent him flying a couple feet. Obviously, the golem retaliated.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 10/17 

Golem: [/////////] 2/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4960]

BD 5 (+1) Success (1 Damage)

CD 8

LD 19

MD 5 Failure

As soon as the golem tossed Ourian away, Lafeal jumped into the air and stabbed the golem in the back. Angered by the attack, the golem rushed backwards in an attempt to crush Lafeal between itself and the wall. Just in time, Lafeal pulls her sword out and jumps over the golem.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 11/17 

Golem: [/////////] 4/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4959]

BD 2 Failure

CD 2

LD 11 (+1)

MD 7 Success

"I'm getting sick of this damn thing!" Ouran exclaimed, attempting to punch the golem in the jaw. Although it made contact, Ourian did nothing more than hurt his hand on its rock solid jaw. Staggering back, the golem grabbed him up and tossed him into the far wall. For some reason that seemed to be his favorite tossing spot...

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 11/17 

Golem: [/////////] 5/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4958]

BD 4 (+5) Failure

CD 3

LD 20

MD 2 Failure

As the golem finished its counter attack, LAfeal took the opportunity to aim another kick at the golem's head, however it ducked at the last second and swung its arm low in an attempt to trip her up. Thinking quickly, she hopped over the attack and allowed the golem to spin past her.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 12/17 

Golem: [/////////] 5/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4957]

BD 1 Epic Failure

CD 7

LD 4 

MD 7 Success (1 Damage)

Distracted by Lafeal's sneak attack, Purian didn't see that the golem's counter attack continued and hit him in the jaw. Getting back up, he prepared for the next attack, focusing solely on the golem.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 12/17 

Golem: [/////////] 5/9 [Dmg +1]

[4956]

BD 3 Failure

CD 3

LD 14

MD 3 Failure

As Ourian stared the golem down, he risked a glance over to where Lafeal was. When he looked, however, she was gone. Turning his attention back to the golem, he noticed that Lafeal was behind it, ready to strike. Unfortunately, as she was about to attack, the golem moved to the side and turned around to aim a counter attack, which Lafeal dodged effortlessly. 

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 13/17 

Golem: [/////////] 5/9 [Dmg +1]

ID: 4955

BD 6 Success (2 Damage)

CD 8

LD 4 (+1)

MD 6 Success (2 Damage -1)

As he watched Lafeal hit the wall once again, his anger got the better of him and he rushed in to deal as much hurt as he could. As he got into its attack range, the golem wasted no time in pinning him into the wall with a punch. Recovering from the hit, Ourian takes his sword and stabs at the golem's arm, causing it to let him go. Glaring, the golem decided to keep its distance

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 8/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 13/17 

Golem: [/////////] 5/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD 4952]

BD 2 (+1) Failure

CD 11

LD 3

MD 10 Epic Critical (4 Damage)

Taking the initiative, Lafeal rushes the golem, however the golem evades her slash by ducking and punches her in the stomach, sending her flying into the far wall. Slowly getting up, She readies herself for another attack, but her legs buckle from shock and she falls to her knees.

"Lafeal!" Ourian shouts, rushing to her side and putting her arm around him so he could help her to her feet. Once she was steady, she thanked him and took her arm back and picked up her sword. 

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 11/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 14/17 [LD +1]

Golem: [/////////] 7/9 [Dmg +1]

[iD: 4951]

[bD: 7] Success (2 Damage)

[CD: 5] 

[LD: 3] (+1 = 4)

[MD: 10] Epic Critical (4 Damage)

As the golem advanced to deliver another attack on Lafeal, Ourian rushed to her side and slashed the golem's arm, causing it to growl in pain. enraged, the golem punches the wall, causing the wall to collapse. Trying to protect Lafeal, Ourian shoves her out of the way and gets bombarded by a shower of decent sized boulders.

"Ourian! Are you okay?!" Lafeal shouted in concern. Pushing a rock off of his leg, Ourian gives her the thumbs up.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He replied, pushing the rest of the rocks off of him and preparing for round two.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 15/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 14/17 [LD +1]

Golem: [/////////] 7/9 [Dmg +1]

As they walked out of the cave, Ourian couldn't help but admire the ore he mined. How it shined in the torch light, the weight, but mostly the simple fact that this lump of unformed metal would be able to shape into an object that can save someone's life. Suddenly, he bumped into Lafeal, who stopped dead in her tracks. Looking up, he sees what made her stop: A golem. It was smaller than an average golem, which meant that it was still young, however even a young golem can be dangerous. 

"Well... This can be one way to get another material... Golems can drop pure ore." She informed, unsheathing her sword. "Are you ready, Ourian?" 

Putting the ore and pickaxe in his inventory, Ourian unsheathes his own longsword and readies himself to attack. "Always!"

Before he could make a move, Lafeal rushed past him.

[iD: 4950]

[bD: 2] (+1 = 3) Failure

[CD: 10] 

[LD: 5] 

[MD: 7] Success (2 damage)

As Lafeal rushed the golem, it stomped ahead of itself, causing some rocks to jump from the ground and causing her to stop attacking. Taking advantage of her distraction, the golem ran at her and punched her in the stomach.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 15/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 17/17 [LD +1]

Golem: [/////////] 9/9 [Dmg +1]

Ourian picked up his pickaxe again and, taking Lafeal's advice to heart, chipped the rock around the ore a little more gently to ensure no pieces of the ore broke off. Once a good chunk of the ore was exposed, Ourian made a second attempt at gathering the ore.

[iD: 4948]

[bD: 6] 

[CD: 4] 

[LD: 13] (+1 = 14) Gathering attempt successful! 

[MD: 7]

Slowly and carefully, he chipped at the edge of the ore, determined to have a little rock and dirt on the ore as possible. After about an hour of precise and careful mining, Ourian pulled out a a sizeable chunk of the ore out of the wall. He then handed it to Lafeal to examine it. She grabbed a small magnifying glass out of her pocket and examined the ore. The suspense was killing him.

"Did I do alright this time?"

"Not bad... Not bad at all... Although I recommend you aim the pickaxe a little more at an angle as you get to the back of it to minimize the extra rock. It'll take some getting used to, but you got the basic technique down." She told him, handing the ore back to him.

Lifting his pickaxe, Ourian swung at the wall, chipping at the rock covering the ore he needed. Slowly but surely, the ore that was covered by the rock was shining through beautifully. Now all he needed to do was chip a chunk off.

[iD: 4947]

[bD: 6]

[CD: 4]

[LD: 11] (+1 = 12) Gathering attempt failed

[MD: 7]

"Wait! Not so hard!" Lafeal shouted, however it was too late as Ourian struck the ore with the pickaxe with a good measure of strength. AS the pickaxe struck the ore, a bunch of little pieces broke off and hit the ground. Shaking her head, she walked up to him and hit him in the back of the head.

"OW! The hell?!"

"Dumbass! Are you TRYING to get us killed?!" She scolded as Ourian rubbed his head. "You were lucky the wall didn't cave in!"

"What's the problem?! I got the ore, didn't I?"

"No you didn't! Those pieces are WAY too small!"

"Couldn't we just melt it down?"

"No because if we use multiple pieces, the chances for impurities rise. It has to be a solid piece. It makes sure that no air gets trapped in the molten metal." She informed him, moving his hand and checking his head. "Sorry for hitting you... now there's still enough to get a decent chunk out of there. Let's try again, only this time, hit around the ore. The bigger the piece, the better. We'll worry about the extra rock and dirt later when we clean it up."

After about a half an hour, they reached a cave. Before entering, Lafeal pulled out a torch and lit it, illuminating the darkness of the cave as they walked further in. About five minutes in, she stopped and pointed at the wall.

"You see that shiny streak in the wall right there?" She asked him, still pointing at the wall. Ourian walked up to the wall and examined it, noticing the streak she was talking about. It actually stuck out like a sore thumb as it reached across about three feet of the wall.

"Yeah. I take it that's the ore I need?"

"Yep! Now take that pick axe of yours and chip away. But be careful! The wall can collapse on you if you aren't careful!" She warned, stepping back to allow him room to work. 

Lafeal leaned onto the table with her arms crossed and her head resting on her arms, her eyes trained on him the whole time. After about five minutes of this, she finally spoke up.

"Okay then... First I want you to find three pieces of crafting material. I'll accompany you so you know what to look for." She told him, getting up and walking behind the shop counter to grab something. She returns to the table with a pick axe, a small hammer, and a pair of thick leather gloves. "They're yours to keep." She told him, buckling an elegant green longsword to her back. "Well, let's get going!"

"You're going to fight too?"

"Well yeah! I may be an NPC, but I'm still an Abnormal. The monsters will come after me too. Besides, you might want me around because this will more than likely be an all day task." Lafeal replied, leading him out of the shop, changing the sign on the door to "Closed" before shutting it and locking it. 

As they walked out of the village, Ourian noticed right away that the other NPCs seemed to have a much brighter disposition towards him not that the wings were unequipped. Outside of the village, Lafeal lead him east and away from the prairies. 

"What exactly did I do?" Ourian asked, the confusion clear in his expression. The NPC turned to him and pointed over his shoulder. 

"Those..." She simply stated. Instantly he realized that she was talking about the wings. "They are the wings of a fairy. Here it is considered an ill omen to slay a fairy. As long as you wear those, the other NPCs will continue to act this way towards you."

"How come you don't?" He asked her, finding it odd that all the other NPCs would be programmed to show anger towards his wings and this one NPC wouldn't.

"Because I am not an ordinary NPC. I am one of the ANPCs, or Abnormals as you players have come to call us. Although we are NPCs, we have free will and are unbound by the restrictions placed on other NPCs." She explained, sitting down across the table from him. "My name is Lafeal, by the way. Blacksmith and owner of Elven Steel."

"My name is Ourian. I'm in search of-"

"-a blacksmith who will teach you how to forge. I heard from the others." Lafeal finished, smirking. "I will teach you, however I would appreciate it if you would remove the wings for the duration of your time here." She requested. Ourian wasted no time in unequipping the wings, which vanished from his back as he did so. He didn't want to be harassed by the other NPCs again. 

"Thank you. Now then, how should I begin?" Ourian asked, awaiting the blacksmith's instructions.