Hirru

They didn't take long to reach the slums area that NIGHT had found during their labyrinth search. It was an unfortunate state that this place seemed to be in. The buildings seemed to be ramshackle huts and tents that seemed to cut along sewer lines. Some bridges seemed to be slapped together with ticky tacky, or what not. Hirru couldn't tell much, but these people were suffering in nearly the same way as the Galteans, except that they had a chance to get out of it, maybe. The Galtean Refuges wouldn't be able to do that ever. Hirru spied two people sporting those yellow bands, signif

Hirru groaned a bit from the sight of it. He had only seen it a couple times before, but to have only a blip of health left. He shook his head at his own combat incompetence, as he really wished to take that blip himself. Jomei didn't have to fight these things alone. Though, with the way things were going, Hirru was sure that they would easily get through this round before having a nice refresher before having to deal with the boss. It would be quite different, if these mobs were giving them a slight issue. Though, it was mostly due to the numbers, as there were two of them attacking fo

This was not as Hirru had wanted this to be. He had got a chance to actually talk about it, to give reasoning to the madness that his actions portrayed. Those words seemed to only fall to deaf ears, he feared. The eyes.. just like that day. He couldn't understand these people. Why should he? They lived and breathed 'their world', so why should this one matter. He could barely hear Shield, but heard him all the same. Hirru grit his teeth and looked about ready to go into another rant When a hand was placed upon his shoulders. The eyes fell away to a familiar face. His eyes seemed

Hirru was expecting something to happen. There were a number of things that could happen, but most of those were the expectation of being admonished yet again for his actions. That, and a swift backstabbing by a certain stealth user that was within the room. In the end, he wasn't expecting the other stealthy one to step up to do so. The tap of the blade on the group would pull the healer's attention to the person in question. Yet again, he thought he saw blue hair where the black should be, but that image disappeared leaving only the stealthy NIGHT. She had joined him next to the bos

"What in the world.." Throughout the battle, Hirru was trying to ignore the talking and reasonings of the so called king, the entire time they were fighting against him and his so called 'justice'. What kind of justice was that? Did he not plan any of it out? Did he not think to test these things, these scathers, out? Did he not think that taking out the tower may kill all of his remaining people. The obvious casualties would be everyone in the lower part of the towers and the surrounding areas. However, that would also cascade into the sewers and the slums, where the concentrated b

"A war, huh.." The word was fairly familiar to the hunter, as he remembered quite a few floors that had residents fighting each other, in these so called 'wars'. The treants and the wood elves of the third floor, or at least they were on the third floor. The dark elves of the twenty third floor had seemingly been at war with the wood elves of that floor, which turned into the catastrophe that the players saw. There was so much that he had to relearn, as the issue of the 25th floor made things slightly different everywhere. Hirru had to reevaluate the lore of each floor again. He sigh

"That, or something that's within the forest itself. It's odd that we have a peaceful floor that has something like this here." He pondered the matter, but the thought process would be heavily interrupted by a flying Jomei. He tumbled past Hirru, whom had only then registered the might that these creatures could do. How was it that he and Freyd had not had any issues like this? The obvious answer was Freyd's insane damage output, to which he could solo the dungeons, which the hunter was sure he had done before. Hirru wanted to build around something like that, but then.. Rushing

"I don't know! These things look like people I should know, but I'm drawing a blank? Like an old memory!" The hunter exclaimed. "A very hazy memory.." These guys were going to be much more stronger than the others, as the dungeons always were. Though, it seemed that Jomei was still faster than them by a long shot. He weaved between them with a fair amount of grace. That left Hirru without many options. Area of Effect sword arts were great, but they ate energy at a crazy rate. Checking their status bars, the hunter saw that Hyperactive fell of Jomei. He still had a bit f

Combat ended just as swiftly as it had started. The warriors that had been cut down had shattered like normal, but the fog didn't disappear. Instead, it seemed to be rolling much heavier around the inner workings of the rock formation. At closer look, the odd formation looked to be quite a bit more deliberate. The placements of certain rocks seem nearly symmetrical to another counterpart on the other side of the clearing. This must be part of the dungeon, the hunter thought to himself. "I guess the fog is a mob wall, and we have to fight through each layer. The boss is probably at t

It seemed that sabers were definitely not for the AOE role. That, or was Jomei a Single Target Shifter? Before the hunter reverted his stats, he had the AOE shift with several others to cause more damage to multiple enemies. Although, it seemed to diminish their final burst damage, but that didn't matter much when they could kill everything in a few hits anyway. Those thoughts were not for now, though, as Jomei was taking several hits that were caused by the excessive movement that an AOE can cause. He felt his energy return to him thanks to the combination of enhancements that could

Hirru was reminded of something that he watched quite some time ago. It was during the first few raids that he was a tactician for. He remembered that there were quite a few players out there that preferred evasion than armor. Freyd was a recent example of that, always having the hunter have some too, even though Hirru had the higher mitigation, without having the block skill or extra enhancements. It didn't matter much, when one didn't even get hit in the first place. This was even more evident during the last boss raid. Their mitigation didn't fully matter, and faster players were able

He was about to take a step before Jomei mentioned only slightly what happened, presumably on the 24th boss raid. His foot stalled before moving onward. "Honestly, I didn't even know it got that bad. Hestia and Baldur only told me so much.." Hirru had heard that the 24th boss fight was rougher than anything due to quite a few people not showing up, mostly due to the infighting that his actions caused. Though, by Jomei's wording, there weren't that many to begin with. How many actually participated? Three teams? Two? Did they only do it with one..? The thoughts raced through t

"Good to see you! You're welcome to whatever is out." The hunter would be fiddling with a few last minute things before being asked about his reasoning. "Huh? Well, I've been going around talking to everyone that was there.. that day. Seeing how they've been since then. Seeing what my actions had wrought." He said while securing his Paladin's Oath, the silver plate armor that he wore during the last raid. Although most of the preparation was mostly done through the equipment screen, Hirru had to make sure that the pauldron and bracer that was part of the left arm were taken

A message reached the hunter within a fair amount of time. All others had also had things they needed to do, but Hirru still opened the next message. Jomei had messaged him back, and was willing to tag along. Hirru sighed in relief that he could finally do something action wise, although he wouldn't be doing much. Although, that may not be true in this situation. Dungeons have gotten much stronger than when he first started hunting for them. Now, they seemed to be tied to how strong the individual level were, instead of the floor's level. This meant that any dungeon that the hunter foun

A Peaceful Floor's Mysteries What lies beneath the surface of every floor? A place of wonder and enchantment, perhaps? Untold perils and glory? Loads of treasure to be found? All of these reasons have brought many treasure hunters and many more to search out mysterious dungeons to seek out the great plunders within. Although, the trial for such gilded items has become an ever growing complication. Monsters run rampant within their dwellings, growing stronger with the strength of those that dare enter their domain. Though, with these every expanding areas, comes more need for hunter

The danger wasn't immediate, but the sinking was pulling the ropes attached with it. He had to think fast, as he tried to use Shelob's fang, but shelob was a two handed weapon. Trying to use it with one hand was a bit harder to do, and the hunter didn't want to cut his hand off. Not again, at least. He figured that he could saw at the rope, but the line was starting to disappear into the dark frothing waters. He didn't have much time left for this. Just as another wave seemed to splash him in the face, he noticed that they were facing into the waves now. What was she doing? Would that

Pushed out of the way by the guide, she seemed to take the helm like an expert. Immediately, she called out for the sails to be drawn back in, as if ordering the hunter to follow her commands, or else. He didn't understand as the situation was still dawning upon him. He had phased out of reality into his thoughts, which ended up leading them into a mess. As he peered towards the ropes to pull the sails back up, he noticed the sea was incredibly rough and waves seemed to be nearly clawing over the sides of the boat. He ran over to the rope, with each step splashing into water that had been

Some time more had passed, and Hirru was starting to feel listless. There was nothing to do, except maintain course for whatever they were going to. At some point, the hunter looked back and noticed that they were surrounded by water. That shouldn't have been right, as the floor wasn't that big. He should still be able to see the main land mass. Was this all part of the quest? Many questions passed through his head, so much so that he missed something that the NPC was saying. Although, it wasn't much suggestion as she used to, it was now shouts? Warning? Snapping back to reality,

"Could you tell me where we are going exactly? I feel we've been traveling for some time." It was true. Not counting the couple hours it took to get to the boat, it seemed that it was taking longer to get to the destination. Was it because he was the one steering the ship? No, the lady was the one that was telling him where to steer, and the strange seaweed or glistening rope would indicate things that needed to be used. It was a slow and meticulous encounter, as if he was being tested. Was this the challenge? "We are going to the Isle of Respite, Land of Hesperides. "I di

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Extended Weight Limit - 10 SP Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Large Pockets - 12 SP *why is this so huge?* SP Incurred Towards Limit: 22 SP SP Refunded: 22 SP (Jan. 28 used 22 SP - total refunded in 22 within 30 days) Cost: 22000

Almost on cue, a flurry of water seemed to splash up from the sea, as a wave collided with the ship from the starboard side, pushing the ship nearly against the pier. "Well that's bad. What do I need to do?" With a look of desperation, he turned to find another glittering rope, this one on some kind of pronged metal piece, called a cleat. Hirru didn't understand what was going on, but his hands seemed to work on the knotted rope that was tangled there. As soon as he did, it seemed that the sail seemed to slightly unfurl, but not by much. He took the hint, and continued looking fo

Manning the helm, the hunter looked around at the ship and wondered what he would have to do. From stem to stern, it looked like it was seaworthy, but Hirru couldn't really say so, nor make heads or tails of anything that he was looking at. The woman had sat down near the rear of the ship, which gave the hunter a quick understanding of where it was probably safest to be on the ship. He couldn't tell very well, but he thought he could see something glistening off of some of the ropes near the edge of the port side of the ship's deck. It was a rope that seemed to be locking the entire ship t

When they rounded another cliff face, it seemed that they finally entered the coastal plains area of the floor. Hirru sighed with great relief, as they had been walking for some time now. It would be good to finally get off his feet and sit in a boat for a while. He looked around, but the lady was still keeping forward, as if driven to continue their mission to the fullest. Though, it could be the urge to get to water, as they were starting to dry out again. Either way, the both of them wouldn't take long until they reached the shore, where a small dock could be seen. Tied to the dock wa

Yona seemed to be in much more of a hurry than he thought. She had booked it well into the town. The hunter looked on and shrugged. It was none of his concern, he thought as he cast his line back out into the water. The bobber would bob up and down. Up and down. Up and down. -------------------------- Up and down the scales would go, as two men sat and talked. Each of them would make a point, while the other would scoff and bark. Although, it seems an argument, or worse a threatening mess. In the end, they both would laugh, as the door would open to a young lass. "Welco

Hirru's words seemed to strike upon something within Freyd. He was much more forward than he had been in the last few days that the hunter had known him, which.. actually didn't surprise the healer. The cacophony of oddities that came off of Freyd at times, made the healer really consider his sanity. However, it was times like this that made Hirru understand that these words are for his own good. He was right, that if everyone was still having issues with the past, then it was their issue; not his own. Although, it seemed that he was much more of the story teller than he had thought.