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  1. "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
  2. 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
  3. Never Had A Friend Like Me <<Arabian Nights 2: Unfinished Business>> Following the business from the previous day, the hunter got a message from the young quest giver himself, Ali. This was rather strange as quest givers never directly contact the player, unless they themselves talk to the NPC quest giver. This time was different, though. Ali was having some trouble and would like to enlist their help once more. By their help, the hunter figured that Freyd was going to be contacted too about this venture. He figured that there shouldn't be too much issue, since the last
  4. Charging up the next art, the hunter waited until Nemo was near a tree and ran towards it. Using the tree to jump up at the dragon, the hunter used a four hit sword art that would rip through his wings and torso. Each hit would cause him to be inflicted with the venom that would coat Shelob's Fang, and become heavily paralyzed from the effort too. Before he could even hit the ground, the dragon had returned to his previous state. Hitting the ground with a thud, it seemed that the hunter had won. The boss's health seemed to fade, but didn't shatter, as if it was still technically alive. H
  5. Lunging out, the hunter charged out at the snout of the jade dragon boss, which the dragon did not liken in the least. Slashing out twice once more to cause as much damage as possible, Nemo was pushed back up into the air from the force of the hit, however that wouldn't keep the boss from doing anything against its pirating foe. The feather winged dragon would launch down and claw a large amount out of the hunter, however, his armor would mitigate most of it. Nemo was surprised by the lack of damage that would come across the hunter's form. "What manner of sorcery is this?" He wou
  6. After running into the forest for some breathing room, the hunter put on his red plate chest guard and arm protector, otherwise known as his proper armor set, Bulwark. A little something that he got from Shield, which the hunter figured he got for a good deal. A three mitigation armor wasn't that easy to appraise these days, and that kind of luck was what the hunter was about. If it was lucky enough to be made as such, then it was lucky enough to tank hits for him. He patted the little shield symbol that he carried on the left most breast plate. The same symbol was on Shelob's Fang, which
  7. "You say that, yet you gained another treasure chest. Another piece of map for something you require, I suppose. Well, I could say that I expected as much from you, but I didn't think you would do it all while fishing." A more angry voice rang out from above the trees, above the cavern itself. Hirru could only look up a little through the tree line and catch glimpses of what would once be a human gardener quickly change into a green feathered dragon. It seemed to surprise the hunter as he tripped over the chest, which fell apart and gave the hunter yet another map, just as Nemo had sa
  8. Pretty much ignoring the now swirling winds that were brushing the trees leaves around him, the hunter pushed on until he was at least rank two of fishing. Casting his line out, the hunter could only perch for a moment before another hard tug came from the fishing line. "Another?" "Another!" The dual sounds of questioning and anger rung out in the air before Hirru started to reel the newly fished up treasure chest out of the water. Before he could however, he noticed that all of the bubble dragons were now gone. A few signs of bubble trails leading away from their position seemed
  9. Nemo came over again just as Hirru was poking another chest into a rotting mess. It was a wonder how these chests were not disintegrating from the drag in the water, but that was probably due to this being a game world. Nemo looked upon the hunter with contempt now. This player was causing trouble in the ancient grove and stealing too much of its precious pond treasures, and needed to be taught a lesson. Nemo's aura seemed to change in an instant, and the name <<Nemo, Wind of Gaia>> would pop up over his head. The gardener was the killer all along. Hirru didn't really car
  10. Sitting back down, the hunter cast his line back out into the water, and almost immediately another hard tug came from it. Hirru was starting to understand the differences between the different tugs, and knew before it came out of the water what this thing would be. A final reel and tug would pull out yet another treasure chest. Just how much treasure was stored in this little lake? The hunter could not tell if it even had a proper bottom. It should only be a pond right? He could only imagine that this pond was yet another connection to the underground water caverns that the field boss l
  11. Pushing the hand off of his face before it could do anything, the hunter tried to imitate something that he saw Baldur do. Keeping the sword in it's sheath, the hunter would bend low while keeping his feet apart. As the hand was about to strike, the hunter pulled his sword out of the scabbard, but no art would come out. It looked like his copying other weapon's arts wouldn't work here, so he just did a simple double arcing slash at the gloved creature, and it was then no more. A bevy of loot spilled out of its ripped form before it shattered into thousands of light particles. The hunter l
  12. Something soon tugged at the line, as if to slap Hirru out of his freaky funk fest and distastefully depressive dive down depression drive. Oh lord, here come the alliterations now. The hunter thought to himself. Could this be another side effect from this said withdraw? He couldn't tell, but the most important issue was that the fishing line was now taut and ready to be reeled in. Hirru started reeling in, finding that this one was much more lively than any chest or fish that he had previously fished out before. Soon, the water around the line was beginning to thrash and bubble; as if s
  13. Tears seem to well up in the hunter's eyes as he reminisced once more upon everyone in the Blades and Knights of the Blood Oath. He had so many memories from just them alone. Mack's constant quests to find and fight Sheeptar.. er what was it he was looking for? The hunter couldn't remember quite well. There were the constant balls and dances that the mad man would host alongside those by Azure Brigade. Hirru felt that if Zelrius hadn't been killed off, then they may still be in contentions about those little soirees. Though, with Mack gone, they lost their communication with the rest of
  14. As fast as it came to be, it would soon come to a screeching halt once more. Like a banshee being revived to find a slow life of finding their lover once more. The hunter was made curious by the sudden anology that came to his mind. Where did something like that come from? Had he spent too much time in Aincrad now, as if his time on the lower floors were not enough to make him that much more insane. Though, it could also be a lack of enjoyable entertainment created and pronounced from a certain white haired individual that catered to that sort of people. It could be said that the hunter
  15. Hirru wondered why the NPC was now telling him that it was time to leave before the guardian attacks. If he wanted to finish his fishing and go, then he would have done so when he unearthed that last treasure chest. Though, something didn't feel right here. Everything was peaceful, but the hunter couldn't pick out any significant hostiles. It was like there was something hidden, but it was in plain sight. He couldn't quite figure it out That was until the warning, that came up. Why would a lone NPC warn about something that hasn't appeared yet? Could it be that they were... "I
  16. Pulling the little chest from the water, it was nearly identical to the last one to how rotten it was. A simple push of the locking mechanism was enough for the entire thing to fall apart, revealing a bit of col and another weapon. The hunter was getting quite a haul on weapons, and wondered if he would ever get as lucky to make another Maiden's Kiss or something else entirely. The thought of Opal made the hunter lower his eyes in shame. "I'm sorry I betrayed everything you gave me." He whispered towards the little weapon, as if he were holding a child. The gardener was even more
  17. Nemo had been watching the entire time, and it seemed like he was kind of pouting now. Every single time the hunter found something or did something, it seemed like the gardener was getting that much more emotional about it. Was this upsetting the guardian that he didn't want to piss off, or was it something else? Hirru couldn't say for certain but the sight of the gardener everywhere he moved was starting to freak him out. Returning to his spot at the pond, the hunter cast his line out once more. As time passed, the bobber would sway and plop a few times, but not enough for something
  18. Digging up the chest the rest of the way is the hard part from finding a chest. Sometimes, one would find a chest so underground, you needed to find the cave that connected to it to get to the bloody thing. Thankfully, that kind of chest was very rare, and Hirru wasn't going down to the floor that they were more common to appear at. Still, this one that was dug down a bit, so it took a bit of time to unearth the wooden chest. Taking no time to worry about traps, as there shouldn't be with his luck level, Hirru took a golden key he bought to unlock the chest. Added to his new lockpicki
  19. While walking through the grove, one could be mistaken to find that everything was rather peaceful. Even the predatory insects didn't seem to attack the hunter, though it could be said that he was slightly higher leveled than all of these creatures. Nearly all of them had their little crystal cursor indicator showing pink, except a few that were slightly red, but not were deep red or black. This sort of soothed the hunter's worries about dealing with the guardian any time soon. While searching around, a couple of the little bubble dragons would swim close by, using their bubbles to gli
  20. Satisfied by at least one catch and a treasure chest, the hunter decided that it was time for a little stretch and possibly find a proper treasure chest to plunder. He was a Jade Hunter for a reason, and that was to find and procure the top tier gear available to him. Although, that meant that he needed to really work on what was required of him. So far, he had gotten used to working with someone with higher dps than him, while also gaining their trust. Two of his old front line members were also visited, and had a little heart to heart with too. Though, he still had more to do. Adding t
  21. Throwing his line out once more into the, now bubble covered, lake; Hirru sat back down to have the long wait once more. He would sigh a bit before settling in, but his line seemed to have a small tug to it. Once. Twice. Three times! He pulled the jig and suddenly a fierce battle would be held. The chest was solid and heavy, but didn't really struggle against the hunter's reel. This did, however, and fight for its life, it wanted to do. Pulling his line to and fro, this was one of the first ones he would actually catch, other than the first ever fish he caught, which was a Rainbow Fish
  22. "My luck must be shooting back up from that, huh?" The hunter said as he hauled the little chest out of its watery tomb. The beaten old thing seemed to be very weathered and mostly barnacle eaten. Nearly rotting apart from the hunter's touch. He gave it a little push on the lock and it seemed to come open fairly easily. Though, it didn't seem like his lockpicking skill came into play there. Maybe, the fishing mechanics were extensively different due to the Gleaming Scale, but it still didn't matter as a lucky hunter could easily nab one from a mob or two before this skill seemed to h
  23. Hirru slowly started to snap out of it as Nemo finally fell to his side to make sure the hunter was alright. Nemo shook the green haired adventurers shoulders, to bring him back to his senses. What had happened to the hunter? The NPC didn't understand at all, it wasn't a Mental Health unit. The tremors and shock finally left the hunter's eyes before he noticed that the fishing pole was slowly being dragged into the water. He jumped for it and pulled it back, reeling as he would. He finally caught something other than a migraine. The gardener sighed in relief, though he seemed quite abho
  24. His head began to hurt a little. That wasn't quite right, as there was something else in there that would stir whenever it grew nearer to the specific memories he had lost. However, these were not of the outside world. They were of something else within.. There shouldn't be pain in this world, but mental fatigue was still an issue, and it could overload a mind even from within a digital space. Hirru was starting to gain quite a bit of it. He tried to stop remembering.. "AAAAHH!!" "Wha! What's going on?!" Nemo had run over to investigate what was wrong with the gre
  25. Hirru could remember the first time that he had met anyone in this game. He had ventured out into the fields outside the Town of Beginnings to finally start finding his memories of the outside world. He knew they were out there, but that didn't mean that he would understand this world as a game. No, it was just as if he had actually lived in it proper. All the functionality of using a sword seemed like he was learning first hand. While facing the boars of the first floor, he nearly died, if not for the efforts of a player. His name was Ignalo, and he helped the young Hirru learn how to f
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