London

London sheathed his rapier. He walked over to a tree, stopping halfway to look over his shoulder to double check that there were no enemies coming to face him. He looked forward against and went to the nearest tree, turning as he hit it leaning and slumping down to the ground. He wasn't used to this training yet and fighting yet. He would be able to have enough stamina and willpower to finish any battle sure, but it was after the battle that worried him. He needed to build up his stamina, to get rid of this after-battle fatigue. It could prove to be troublesome in the near future if he didn't start. He needed to recalled parts of the battle in his mind, working on new stratagems in case he falls in the same situation again. He shook his head as he recalled parts of his form falling part or his footwork not being precise and perfect. He needed to train and get stronger. He wouldn't be able to lead or protect if he kept this weakness of body.

After the shards dispersed from his blade, he stood there, still in lunge formation for a moment. He breathed as he stood upright again. His rapier's tip scratching the ground, kicking up leaves. He was breathing a bit heavily as he looked back and forth in silence. Watching to see if another wolf would pop out, all he saw was a long stretch of brown pillars and green and brown leaves that littered the ground. A notification popped up, showing the experience and col earned from the battle. 80 col in all. Not bad... London nodded, thinking. He checked himself to see if there were any wounds he missed, none. He touched his face where the claw mark was made, his cheek was smooth and not a wound blemished it. The armor did it's job in healing.

London was looked around a bit more and decided to try and be social one last time. If it turned out to be a repeat of Atma he would probably just isolate himself outside on the balcony or something, if no one was there, till the end of the party. He pushed himself off the wall and saw the man who was talking to the girl that slipped in, Lessa I believe her name was, standing by himself after the host and hostess left to attend to things he assumed. Running a party, especially when there are strangers about can't be all that easy. He walked silently to the man, with his arms folded behind his back. He stopped once he was behind him and said "Hello." To the man, it seemed that a voice just appeared out of nowhere behind him since London tends to unintentionally sneak up on people.

London looked over at the door that was just burst opened, looking at the player who was attempting to make his grand entrance. He rolled his eyes at his self proclaimed status of being the "Most legendary player in Aincrad." and returned back to his thoughts. It'd almost rather be left alone at this point but if someone came over to talk he definitely wouldn't mind the gesture...unless they were going to act the same as Atma. He'd rather stay away from that idiocy if he could. He withdrew a pencil from his pocket, he seemed to always have one handy for whatever reason. Then he'd end up losing it without his knowing. He spun the pencil between his fingers, fiddling with it. Great...He sighed. He was fiddling. He could feel his idle boredom settling in. He looked down and watched his fingers, making the pencil slip in and out between his fingers. Spinning it over his fingers at one points. He decided to put the pencil away and looked up, watching the party. Hopefully people would make merry, even if he was left by himself. Social activity was a minor thing to give up if people were actually starting to have fun.

The wolf stood up and bark, snapping it's jaws at the air. Digital saliva flinging and drooling from it's hunger grazed jaw. It was close to death and London saw it. It was time to end this senseless combat. The wolf charged a final charge, it was a suicide march in it's current state. London would never understand the AI of some mobs, instead of fleeing to fight another day they chose to march to their death. It was a brave programming, but a foolish one. London didn't hesitate to step forward and lunge, stabbing the wolf. It wavered and froze, shattering into blue shards.

• Rolled a 6 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 4 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Damage given = 3

Damage Received = 0

Loot: 1 material

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD

Wolf 2: DEAD

Wolf 3: DEAD

Total Loot from encounter: 80 COL, 3 Materials.

London turned and faced his final foe, the third wolf. It barked and snarled. It certainly was not happy about it's pack member's death. He scratched the ground like a bull before charging. London saw through this and stepped to the side and slashed upward, cutting the wolf's hide. It howled in pain as it slid and slammed against the same tree that it was thrown upon. London put himself back on guard and bated the wolf to attack again so he could finish this mess. He really should invest in a protective mask soon, doing all this with not helmet look cool all be it sure. However it wasn't practical. He waited, he leaned back slightly. He was beginning to take the form of a Italian Rapier Duelist, he was one after all but this was the first time out of one other instance that he took the stances and guards he saw in his fencing manual before getting sucked into this death game.

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg Given= 4 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 1 critical)

Dmg received= 0(MISS)

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD

Wolf 2: 1/8 HP

Wolf 3: DEAD

The next day after his visit, London decided to come check up on his friend and how things were coming along in his shop. He walked around the corner and into the shop, the newly set up bell set up rang out. He looked up at the swaying brass, Probably for me...He thought, knowing how easily London could slip in and out of existence it would seem, he assumed Oikawa set up that little bell so he wouldn't miss a customer or a friend sticking to the shadows. With how quite London was, for players at least, he wouldn't need a stealth skill. Mobs would see him clear as day but humans generally were too busy talking their lives away to notice what wasn't also spewing out a novel of words and thoughts in a minute. He saw Oikawa examining a sword, it looked beautifully made. Oikawa's Rapier seemed to be sitting at a table across him and a dashing coat, fixed with iron plates covering the shoulders. Must be a armor he made...looks incredible nice. He's becoming quite skilled at this blacksmith thing. He decided to not say anything to further alert his presence, might as well keep it a surprise.

The third wolf wasn't so courteous as to wait for the other wolf to finish. Right after his ally's slash the Third Wolf sent itself into the air. London fluidly shifts to one knee and thrusts outward, his blade stabbing through the neck of beast. Surprisingly, the low floor creature gave one last burst of strength and clawed at London's face. Not dealing close to any damage to him. The beast went limp as it wavered and changed hue, exploding into shards around his blade. His blade glowed red as the armor leeched the health of the wolf. It swept over his face and torso, closing and healing the fresh wounds.

Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
Rolled a 8 on the d10 (mob) dice.
Rolled a 14 on the d20 (loot) dice

Dmg given = 4 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 1 Critical)
Dmg received = 1(base)
Health Absorbed = 2(life steal)

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD
Wolf 2: 5/8 HP
Wolf 3: DEAD

Loot Acquired: 40 col and 1 material(awaiting acceptance)

London shifted. Shifting his blade between the third and second wolf. The second wolf has had enough waiting a lunged at London, it clawed and slashed at his chest. London attempted to evade but fell short. The wolf landed, launching some branches and leaves into the air. Turning towards London and barking. London turned his head to look at the third wolf before shifting his attention back around at the second.

ID: 5742
BD: 5
MD: 6

Dmg given = 0
Dmg received = 1

London: 14/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD
Wolf 2: 5/8 HP
Wolf 3: 4/8 HP

London withdrew his blade and from the beast and shuffled backwards and turned looked towards the second wolf, it was beginning to follow it's pattern in the circle, watching and barking like mad. It awaited it's turn and dared London's blade. London gave him no satisfaction, he turned towards the first wolf, it was already approaching, it's movements were weak. The fatigue of battle and the wounds had set into the wolf, it was obvious. The wolf limped forward and attempted to claw at London only to fall to it's legs, struggling to get up. London felt small pity for the beast but it deserved no mercy, it would be a kindness to end it's life. He wasn't as cruel as to let the wolf watch it's pack die before it's eyes and then suffer with it's wounds. London wasn't thinking about this at the moment however, he cared only about the battle and strategically, it made sense to kill the wolf now while it was attacking, weak, and almost asking for the blade to be buried inside it's hide. London obliged and stabbed the wolf, it turned a pale blue as it wavered in a freeze frame. There was a whirring noise for a moment as it shattered into a mess of blue shards. London paid no attention to it as he had already turned towards the next wolf, his guard up and ready. His glare almost dared the beast to attack. He knew that if they did they would meet the same end as there fellow pack member. They would not turn away, animal instinct dictated that they fight to the death. Either the laws of nature were forcing them to fight to the death....or it was their AI.

ID: 5735

BD:7

MD:2

LD:11

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 4/8 HP

Loot acquired: 40 col and 1 material(awaiting acceptance)

London followed the third wolf as it circled him. He was like a turret at this point. He knew if he stood there that the other wolves would regain their stability and they might all come at him again. That would be the worst case scenario. Currently, his plan was to hit hard and fast and keep them down so that only one or two could come at him. He excelled at single target combat, he was out numbered and if things went horridly wrong, he would be overwhelmed. The third wolf took a stance, crouching. It barked at London, he used this as a cue and with one fluid motion his double stepped forward and lunged. The wolf attempted to claw at the blade flying at it but failed. The blade landed under the wolf's collar bone, driving deep inside it's body. It yelped as London took a few steps closer to kick it off of his blade, such a creature didn't deserve to have it's blood stain his blade. That is, if the blood particles could actually stain his blade of course. His armor glowed again, it leeched from the wolf's energy and restored it to London, healing all his wounds. He was beginning to really like this armor.

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 4 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg Given= 4(1 base + 2 OHR2 + 1 Critical)

Dmg Received = 0(Miss)

Health Absorbed= 2 (Natural BD of 9 to activate Life steal, on perfect item so 2 hp is absorbed instead of 1)

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 4/8 HP

London declined the quest. There was no need to do something like that, it was too dangerous for Uchu for his level. His saftey was more important to London than the attempt at a good reward. Uchu barely knows how to hold his sword competently yet and his form is questionable. His maturaity is....debatable but thats a side note. I wonder how long he'll last...I hope a hell of a lot longer than I think... London thought of all these things and a bit more. It may seem he is a bit cruel but he was just being realistic in his mind. Then, Uchu apporached him. "I could ask you the same thing. It's..." he checked the clock "Two a.m. You should head back to bed. I'm about to go head to bed now actually." London answered, rising from his seat. He turned his head and yawned. His face stretched and opened as if he was a lion. He returned his glassy gaze to his tired companion.

London breathed. He needed to think. If he began to panic, then there was a good chance that it would get the better of him. He wasn't one to lose his composure or his calm but he was outnumbered. He quickly looked at his health bar; it was still good, 2 from full. He looked back at the third wolf. It barked and charged, it was out of blind fury and hunger. London stepped out of the way and attempted not to attack, if he did another wolf would attempt at his life. It was pathetic how there has to be three of them to even attempt to harm him. They would kill each other or a peice of meat. He saw in their glowering eyes. He returned the glower, His eyes void of kindness and mercy. This was survival, mercy was not deservant of these creatures, they'd try again the minute he turned his back. He prepared for the next wave of attacks.

ID:5725
BD:5
MD:2

London: 13/15 HP

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP
Wolf 2: 5/8 HP
Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

The wolf lunged at London, it's brown coat shimmering as the light hit it, it clawed and hit it's mark at London's leg. London grunted and attempted to stab the wolf but missed as the wolf landed, sending up some leaves. His form was breaking down a bit now, he was already hurting from the bite that still stung as the holes began to fade. The claw marks didn't help. The claws ripped at the back of London's left leg. It brought him to a knee for a moment before he stood up again and got into guard again. He wasn't going to let a small pack of wolves kill him, London began to shut any other thoughts out of his mind, he only cared about the battle now. He calculated his next move and the condition of the other wolves. The first was beginning to recover from his piercing and gash, the second was getting up after being tossed at a tree trunk, it shook it's head viciously as it attempted to regain it's orientation after being swung and beaten on the nose by a steel pommel. It barked ferociously, It ire was beginning to rise and it showed. The third wolf began it's encirclement again.

ID:5674

BD: 2

MD: 8

Dmg given = 0(Miss)

Dmg received = 1 ( 1 minimal damage)

London: 13/15 HP

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

Before London could circle around to be prepared for the next wolf, it already lunged and bit him, piercing his left arm. Red holes appeared from the bite of the obviously starved wolf. London yelled in pain "GAH!" London slammed his rapier pommel into the wolf's nose, forcing it to lose it's grip, giving London the opportunity to throw the hunger crazed wolf at a nearby tree. It yelped as it slammed against the tree, making a satisfying thud. leaves and branches feel on top of the wolf, dealing no damage of course. London turned to the last wolf that hadn't attempted anything yet, it was funny how they came in waves rather than one big force, London thanked that aspect of the game currently, that or they were just circling and taking turns out of a pack pride, funny to think a wolf would have pride in it's killing ability rather than give deranged snarls at anything and ripping away chunks of meat from a carcass....This probably wasn't the best time to be thinking about that.

ID:5673

BD:7

MD:10

Dmg given = 3 (1 base + 2 OHR2)

Dmg received = 1 (1 base + 2 critical - 2 dmg mit)

London: 14/15 HP

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

London raised himself into a guard and waited for the wolves, the first came head on, London saw this stepped to the side as the wolf flew through the air, It slashed his chest but London promptly returned the favor by slashing diagonally across it's hide, a gridded red gash appear from his mark. The wolf hit the ground and turned only to be met with London's fluid lunge, piercing it's body. It howled in pain as London unsheathed his blade from the Wolf's hide. His armor glows a faint red as it leeches health from the wolf and it centers back into the armor, spreading and healing and closing London's recent wound.

• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Damage Given to Wolf 1 = 5 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 2 Critical)

Damage Received = 1 (+1 from base - 2 dmg mit)

Health Absorbed = 2 (from life steal from natural 10)

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 8/8 HP

Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

London wandered the forest, the leafy ground crunching as London walks on it. He rests his left hand on his rapier, and walks slower to take in the beauty of the forest. It seems to be desolate, quiet, tranquil, peaceful even. The birds sang out their hymns of spring all be it that it was still winter, despite that the floor still upheld a summery or spring like visage. London was beginning to like this floor. There was little noise, even with London's walking and the bird's chirping. London began to slow down to a stop to take a look around, he never really had time to explore in the real world so the feeling of actually doing so here was nice. A branch snapped in the near distance, London turned his head to the noise. There was silence, an uneasy, ominous silence. The bird ceased their songs and flew away, fluttering past. London looked up to see them fly before returning to were he was staring. There was snarling and growling. A trio of wolves emerged from the trees, the wolves all had lush walnut coats and stalking yellow eyes. The wolves began to circle London. He drew his rapier and followed them and waited for their lunges, knowing that with three wolves at circling him that he very well may die if he wasn't careful. London prepared for the worst and ran several situations through his mind, attempting to prepare for every contingency.

London looked up, the blazing sun was still high up in the blue sky, only a few clouds blemished it's otherwise clear complexion. He looked straight again and stopped in front of the woods. He was still for a moment. This is the first time I'll be fighting anything other than something on floor 1...I wonder what is in there....probably deer...wolves...maybe a bandit or two, monster kind of course, not that I wouldn't face a npc or real player bandit but I'd like to stay green until at LEAST level 15....hopefully 25. He was hesitant. His imagination was getting the better of him but he decided to shake it off, for all he knew it could only be deer in this forest. He knew better, but he hoped he wouldn't have to face anything to ridiculously strong or he might be in some trouble. He pressed on into the forest, disappearing into the pillars of oak.

London turned a few more corners, Why must ever city feel like a maze the first time someone runs through it?  Finally, London found the city gates. "Bloody finally...."London breathed as he began to head off out of the city onto the rocky path. London grew a bit bored as he walked, looking back and forth. He hummed a tune, it had a heavy beat but nice and rhythmic feel, akin to rock or punk music. He strummed his leg as he walked. The fields downward were a luscious green, contrasting with the emerald trees he was going to met as he descended from the rocky stairway.

London stepped away from the window and started to head out towards the city gates again. The roaring of the fire still at his back. He passed by the crowds of people in the market, sliding through the waves of people. He wasn't the biggest fan of all these people but what could he expect? This was the market after all. He passed by a couple of people clad in armor. Mercenaries...I think. They are in heavy armor but last time I checked, there weren't knights in this game...Actually, There may be. This was a kingdom like city...and it is the blacksmith section. He disregarded the thought and kept on moving.

London began to pass the blacksmith section of Urbus, the clanking of steel could be heard ringing out into the streets. London stopped to look in the window of one of the forges. The fire of the forge was blazing, roaring as it engulfed the steel put in them and after they were heated, the blacksmith took the steel from the forge and put it on the anvil, bounding at it. There was a moment of pause as the blacksmith wiped his brow and watched anxiously at the molten steel. It began to take shape into a nice longsword, the sides of the steel towards the hilt morphs into a beautifully forged cross guard. The pommel swells at the bottom. So that's how smithing works in this game...strange...

London walked into his friends store, noticing his hard work and decided to leave him be. He looked around, it was a humble little forge currently, but he knew that Oikawa would make it live up to it's name sake. Despite the forge not being open to the general public, London was pretty sure he was allowed inside, he was leaving a gift after all and normally he wouldn't be as rude as to sneak into the forge...or rather just walk in but he could make an exception here. He went over to a table near the back and cycled through his inventory and dropped 7 materials on one of the back tables. He noticed a pencil and scrap paper lying about, perhaps going to be used for designs but London took them anyways and wrote on the paper(his handwriting being not as elegant as his weapon choice)

     Oikawa,

I'm glad to see you getting the forge up in running, I already told you about the commission, you did say I could have a blade and I hope mine will be the first you forge. I'll wear it proudly regardless. I thank you again for offering to do this, I appreciate the generous offer. I'd feel somewhat wrong just receiving a rapier from your hard work without any sort of pay. I believe you considered this payment for my lesson to you for rapier swordsmanship but I was only doing what I felt was right...can't have you swinging the bloody thing around without you knowing what you're doing now can we? You could poke someone's eye out(if that wasn't what you were intending to do already). Here are some materials I had laying about to get you started, I won't need them since I'm a musician and performer...I could make grenades from what I hear but I'm no craftsman. You on the other hand, are. I know you'll put these to good use and I have the utmost faith in your future success as a smithy.

 Sincerely,

Sindon.

London might have been a bit too formal with the letter but that was just how he wrote, never one to simplify things. Why take the poetics and formalities out of his writings? Even if it was too a friend. London made his way out of the shop, closing the door behind him purposefully loud so his friend would hear it, turn around, and find his gift.

(London removed 7 materials from his inventory. New total = 4)

London looked about. Atma was still bouncing around the room, Arekkusu seemed to be in his own thoughts at the moment, The man and girl were still mingling. The host and hostess were still conversing and Kosan was doing whatever he was doing. London sighed a bit, he had hoped to get a bit more out of this party but it was good for him to at least be at something social like this, London might spend a bit too much time by himself in this game. That may change in time but as of the moment, that is how it was.

London began to head towards the city gates. He put his hands in his pockets. The city was bustling with npcs and player alike. Crowds funneled occasionally, it held a hustle and bustle feel about it as he slipped by people in the market. I believe if I keep straight I'll head straight to the left of the city gates, might turn slightly but that's nothing really. He continued to walk as the ambient voices and noises filled the streets and alley ways.

London kindly began to scoot away from Atma, the player was starting to annoy him, well, "start" and "annoy" were massive understatements. He walked over to the bar to try and escape from Atma's idiocies, that or he was being a bit hyper or extreme. London didn't know him well enough to be calling him a blatant idiot....although that little "poem" he did about ninja zombies was...yeah. He leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets, still looking somewhat approachable.