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Hirru

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  1. This was the first time that the hunter was in such a weird place. Everyone there seemed like they were top dog and were more important than him. Even though he had never met any of them, he was somehow knew their names. What sort of place was this that could beam such thoughts into ones mind. The hunter thought about that last part for a second and remembered what Shield had said once. Everyone had some kind of helmet on their heads in real life that was giving them sensations through some sort of wavelength that could be used and read by the brain, and read back into the machine to give
  2. The two of them were exchanging hard and heavy blows to the giant troll, and it had shown. Of course, Freyd had dealt the most massive amount of damage that the hunter had seen yet, but it seemed to take a told on him. The hunter couldn't have the troll try to target his friend, so as Perci did his thing, the hunter rushed forward like he had before against the Hassan. A deadly slash would sever the shattered arm before plunging the blade deep into the trolls chest, like a spider clamping down onto a person's skin. His two handed sword may have been a small toothpick to the giant troll, bu
  3. The red skinned troll had gotten up at this point, and aimed his attack towards the dark haired, red eyed one. His fist was about to connect before a swirling light would spin around his arm, carving a path of orange scars along the whole of the arm. A large impact upon his forearm would throw the punch way off the mark, and into the adjacent wall. Looking at the wound, in a large crater in his skin, the troll could see the green haired swordsman with his blade still stuck within the creature. As it pulled its arm back, the hunter would pull out from the creatures flesh and retreat as far
  4. "Huh?" The hunter was speechless. This was really the first time that someone didn't understand what was going on, but that seemed to dawn on the hunter too. His betrayal wasn't fully going out. Could it be that Hikki boi was suppressing the information, was it all just the front liners of that day that knew of the events of that day. "Oh.. I.." The hunter pulled out a teleportation crystal from his battle ready pack. He waved it around a bit, as Hirru remembered what happened. "In the Council fight, one of the five members was a small boy called Durares. He was essent
  5. "Heh, Oikawa wasn't one of us. He was apart of another guild, but still got roped into the assassination of Zelrius. No, the third vice-commander was our good old Mack himself. The boisterous man self promoted himself the moment Opal killed Ssendom. At least he kept the ball rolling for a while, and we kept plowing through each hurdle. Until he disappeared, that is. He's didn't turn mad, or at least we don't think he did, but anyone would with little Chewie destroying your food stock." The hunter began to smile a bit more. "After some time, we got another player by the name of
  6. "I don't know who that was. He could have been a subordinate of the old Council, or he could have been part of something new. All I know was that he knew something about the last boss of the 23rd boss raid." The hunter sighed normally now, as the talking was getting him to calm down a little more. Though, the information within would put him on edge. "You're right that some of us got sentimental. One tried talking to them, which kind of worked, but only to get some information out of them. Another would try enticing the bosses to stop fighting, it never really did well either.
  7. Hirru's rage didn't seem to subside as the form of the man was destroyed, being weaved into the mass that was Freyd's weapon. The only thing he could see from the Hassan was the mask revealing a grave smile and a small mouthing of words. 'Good luck' "GAAAHH!!" The hunter pierced the ground with his sword. Another one died before giving him any information about the whereabout of Durares. He would have to get in contact with Baldur to head into another den. They were the only dungeons that seemed to give him any sort of closure. Still slightly pissed, the hunter sighed to re
  8. The figure couched from the strain to his old body, but it was nothing compared to the efforts of his predecessors. He grunted before holding his ribs, there wasn't much time left in his life to waste it on this. The dark haired one had asked him a question, and he could only cackle through the rasping coughs. A dark shriveled hand appeared from under the robes pointing towards the hunter. "I would like to say the same to him, but it is easily seen where his allegiance lies. I wonder. How is the boy?" At the mention of 'the boy', the hunter instantly knew where this was going.
  9. "Huh..? Oh.. yeah. Life does indeed suck at times, and it's been doing it quite a bit lately." The hunter found himself realizing that he was going off on one of his tangents. If he could, Hirru would talk all day and night about the exploits and antics of the Blades / Knights. They were all hilarious and precious memories for him. The hunter's eyes seemed to downcast a little before bouncing back up. They may have been his past, but all of those memories were what made him what he was now. Who knew what he would be if he hadn't have met Xion at that faithful fountain in the Town o
  10. "Oikawa has since redeemed himself, and has been an active member in the front lines. He may also be taking a break from the stress the front gives, though." He chuckled a bit before noticing two more mobs lying in wait far from the caravan itself. "Opal, however, claimed herself a member of a player killer guild named, Laughing Coffin. She still came to the front lines to help, but it seemed that she had ulterior motives. In the end, she died too." The hunter would never tell that Opal fought against Laughing Coffin from the inside and died trying. It was all in a final mes
  11. Realizing that he may have overstepped a bound that he shouldn't have taken. After acknowledging the answer to her question, the hunter noticed that the lady before him straightened up and her eyes were actually paying him far too much attention than what he called for. He would hold his hands up, palms out in a show of no harm, though she didn't seem care about that. She introduced herself as YenaZoul, but prefered Yen for short, it seemed. The hunter would oblige the introduction with his own. He was also impressed by her acknowledgement of him not being a full resident of the first flo
  12. While switching out his bangle for the armor more suited for combat, the hunter would continue recalling his past. "I've done a bit of research into it, and it stands to reason that anyone that took the Vice-Commander role within the Knights of the Blood Oath would find themselves going mad, die or go missing. Each of the five Vice-Commanders we had seemed to have one of the three things happen, if not a combination of them all. I don't know why some of them did what they did, or why. I'm still wonder if one of them will truly come back, and I'm just looking at the Monument of Life for
  13. "Oh don't worry. If I'm fully lucked out, the amount of dungeons that are seen are incredibly stupid. As long as they are within my range of sight, then I will always find one. It's just a matter of which one to pick from." The hunter would boast while slightly trying to imitate a certain two handed axe wielder. It made him laugh a little before returning his accent back to normal. "Sorry, I didn't mean to boast like that. Just recalling those guys gets me back into my old spirits. I'm sure they're all still out there somewhere." He would continue on from where he left off
  14. "The Knights of the Blood Oath, huh?" The hunter took the two potions and stared drinking them one at a time. "Well, we were one of the top three guilds to rush through the Frontline. Before I started to help around the eighteenth floor raid, I believe we've officially been around since the 13th floor boss raid. At that point in time, we were actually a merger between the KoB, and the Crimson Blades, a little guild of boisterous idiots that couldn't do no wrong. That is where I joined in." A huge smile ran across the jade hunter's face. The memories of Mack, Xion, and Beores
  15. "Thank you." He would say before sitting down opposite to her. She really didn't seem to mind, or was it that she didn't care? The hunter could not tell. Though, the sound of her voice trailing a bit was concerning. It had been a little over two years since everyone got stuck in this game. It could take a heavy toll on those that decided to keep safe in the Town of Beginnings. He wanted to say something or ask, but that was poor form. Everyone was there at some point, or another. In facts, Hirru himself.. Instead, he would take an order from one of the NPC waiters that freq
  16. After seeing to it that the quest was fully closed, the hunter sighed heavily. Looking upon the effort of this quest compared to the reward, it felt only slightly good. The defensive version of his envenom enhancement would do well to keep a good amount of damage on the enemy, but the loss of mitigation would make the constant need to be hit much worse. Between the activation of the both of them, Hirru felt quite a bit better with Shelob's venom than this armor's version. Setting that aside for now, the hunter looked on to his cohort in crime. "Well, we still got quite a bit of daylig
  17. The hunter would nod in response as he readied his blade towards the sorcerer. Morgiana would follow with Hirru, as the damage that Freyd seemed to be doing was much too destructive for the both of them to get in the middle of. At least they got rid of the last bandit mercenary before getting to their boss. Spreading his feet once more, the hunter burst out towards the enemy sorcerer. Rushing in, the two hit combo would rip through the sorcerer, while also seeming to hit a small flaming tether that linked the two together, harming the flaming creature. The flames turned slightly green as
  18. It had been some time since the jade hunter had to venture into the first floor, but it usually wasn't for any fault of his own. He had heard of a new dungeon type that had appeared recently and was about to head into the Black Iron Palace, where this new venture would take place. Suddenly, his stomach started to rumble and it felt like he could go for something to eat. The hunter would have taken a bite out of some of his consumables that he got recently, but those were starting to taste really bad, even if they didn't expire just yet. No, he wanted to have real food; well, as real as it
  19. More and more bandits were coming out of the wood works, or more the alcoholic distillery. It was as if their entire force was here to defend someone, or something that seemed to be very important to them. As they fought, the hunter could see that the sigils around them were starting to ignite. Something was happening, and it wasn't good that they were in a place like this. Wasn't spirits a type of flammable material? Wouldn't this whole place go up in flames if they all get set off at once?, the hunter would think before looking over to Morgiana. "Did that alchemist give you any mor
  20. The hunter was not pleased to see the older brother of Ali there, and Freyd was just as concerned. However, instead of focusing on what Freyd was doing, he was keeping an eye on Cassim at all times. Making sure that the infamous thief didn't try anything stupid, again. It seemed like the man was hurrying along quite well, maybe it was Morgiana, or that Hirru and Freyd had treated him rather badly beforehand. Either way, it worked out in the end, and they got a clue to where they needed to go to. "Let's go!" "I'll join you. I may not look it, but I'm well suited to cut a rat or t
  21. Morgiana looked at the odd bits and pieces that the two of them brought over and back to them. He couldn't tell from the way the mask obscured her face, but he could tell that the woman was judging them quite harshly. Hirru had a hard time with it too. How was basalt and oil going to do anything against a sigil that creates fire? Was the rune going to set fire to the place, or was it explosive? Though, what if.. "Morgiana, do you have some some sort of alchemy background?" "No, I was going to go to one of Ali's customers that owes him a small favor, and cash it in." "How ab
  22. Following through to his words, the hunter started to scavenge through the room. For a while, it was mostly inspecting any books and documents that were spread around, but none seemed to have anything that he could easily decipher. Everything was in a runic language that the hunter didn't understand at all, as if the game didn't want to give him the answers he was looking for. Though, that did not mean that he couldn't learn. "If I had a cypher or something.." When Hirru heard Baldur talk about the council again, the hunter realized something. Each one seemed to mirror the player
  23. Sadly, while the hunter was looking through the pile of rugs, vase, and barrels; he could not find anything of value here. Checking the next area over, this one was just a dead end. Scratching his head, he was starting to think that he should have equipped Favor to begin with. If he had known there was going to be a fetching goal inside this quest. He sighed before looking over to Freyd, whom still seemed to be head first into another barrel. Sometimes, oh.. what was it called again.. Ar En Geezus, the hunter thought that was the phrase that players say quite a bit. Ar En Geezus was quit
  24. "Hmm.. If you have a better idea, I'll follow it." The hunter said before watching the Whisper do his work at using prior knowledge to fuel current expeditions. If it was a black stone, it could really be anything from coal to obsidian, as the man suggested. Trying to find something like that without tracking would be an issue, and the hunter didn't want to waste time with putting on Favor. Instead, Hirru followed the direction that Freyd had pointed out. A little alleyway that cut out from between two buildings. There was a fence wall blocking the path, but around it stood several b
  25. When Freyd finally joined them, the hunter would greet his new friend while taking a bit from the odd looking dish placed before him. It certainly wasn't the creme brulee as before, but it kind of was. Hirru didn't know what to think of it, but would take it all the same. As he chewed, the individual would step forward, seemingly triggered by the approach of both parties in the last venture. Seemingly looking to both of them, the figure only known as 'Mgrmanana' by Freyd, though he could have been eating still, beckoned them to follow and nothing more was said. The hunter looked from her
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