Hirru

"Note that floor bosses are not always the equivalence of the mobs upon which the floor has made clear. However, more so concepts that we can see within each area." He backs away from the two trees, and it seems that the elementals that were keeping watch were slowly fading back into their trees. "Back when I was first starting to raid, one of the first things I started notice a bit more, was that the bosses had a key theme, or something that could be seen within the entire floor." Hirru started to explain a bit. His face would slightly relax as they were no longer in the dang

"The wood required would exceed the limitations of this floor. We'll have to deal in trade with the sixth and eighth floors. I'll front some of the col for this venture, but we're going to need further help from other guild for this venture." Hirru exclaimed as he talked to multiple NPC merchants within the area. Some would not know what he talked about as they only existed upon the 26th floor, but others would know as they were player owned. They would flock to their masters to relay the news of the 26th floors reclamation. The news would bring out business which would know no paral

Hirru was glad to find that he was not imposing too harshly, as he was the one invited to this little rendezvous. He didn't really think about what was going on. He wasn't really tired, at least not yet. He was fine with only a couple hours sleep each night, but knew better than to let that go one forever. He would have to head back to the Baldur's estate, when he was ready. It was the only home that he had left now. He didn't have anywhere else to go. Taking to NIGHT's questioning, Hirru responded. "No, I haven't seen that yet. I'm trying to make it a habit to not venture out alo

"Let's look at it like this. Everything has a territory, a range in which they claim dominion. Some things have a specific area that whole range takes up. An aggro range some people like to affectionately call it, to keep the game from getting too real. Even the NPC's understood that, as they never built a shop any closer than four feet from any given tree. Everything obeys the laws of nature that are presented." Hirru would explain while moving his arm to one of the trees, encroaching on that 4 foot range. Suddenly, four aggressive pings would erupt from behind several of the trees

Hirru: Well, what a coincidence. Hirru: I'm already there. Hirru: Just in the northern providence, so I'll be there in a few minutes. After sending the messages, the hunter stood up from the mound of dirt that he had made his perch, for the time. He was only there to help some of the villagers with the Earth Elementals that were causing trouble nearby, as they claimed more territory for themselves. Quite odd for these elementals to be acting so different from each other. It may be a regional difference, or something along those lines. The climate and environment is causing varyin

"Even in a game, the laws of nature apply." Hirru said before lowering the spyglass a bit and starting to walk slowly towards one of the smaller forests that populate the Srona area. "You can find quite a bit of information from talking to NPC's, and quests. Though, everyone does that, and coming up with the same information time and time again, becomes dull. Barely anything changes. What we're looking for is something slightly more." They walked past many shops and NPCs, most hawking wares while others were busy gathering and crafting. Some of them that were settled in or

The Jade Hunter waved over to the darkened fighter as she approached. This would be a fairly simple task, although possible difficulty may be apparent. He had already dealt with the issue of dungeon hunts before with his new build. The venture with Jomei showed just how useless he was, if Hirru was only just healing and buffing his party member. The elite mobs that would fair through the second portions of most dungeons were quite capable of destroying an opponent with ease. That was why he decided to take a little incentive that this Orion had proposed onto them all. A custom skill, as

What is it that we fight for? A question that many have to ask themselves through out their lives. Some only have to question it once and are set for life; while others have to repeat the question to make sure that they're on the right path. Does their answer ever change, and if so, does it feel wrong? What is the right answer and what is the wrong one? The choices one makes can not be taken back, so to repeat the question after committing the action, would that not be akin to doubting or regretting the decision made previously. Would you still choose the same decision, when you've seen

Hirru got the message and had to flip himself once more for leaving out specific information as to where they were going to meet up. Shaking his head several times to the point where his helm was not keeping up with the movements, he sent a message back. Message: Head to.. He had to look around to figure out where the hell he was before he could send the information. He had literally walked east from the portal town, and wandered into an area full of green gems. Although the area was foreign to him, the ethereal power of nature seemed to be where he liked to venture the most. So

A smile spread throughout the hunter's face as he pulled the helm off to show the signature green hair of the Jade Hunter. Although the face and hair would seem the same, there was a deep difference in the eyes, as they shown a long history of loss and regret. It was nearly enough for tears to well up, just to see someone among his old brothers-in-arms. Whether that was good or bad was up to interpretation, as Hirru nodded to his former guild mate. "Sorry there, Grave. You disappeared so long ago with several others. I wasn't sure that was really you until the name came up." Hir

Where The Elements Thrive A land surrounded by the bountiful spoils of nature, while also cast into darkness. Separated, but equal in all ways. A land that would be cherished by all that choose to strive their path into its domain. It used to be called by many names before, but it is now known as the Twenty Seventh Floor of the Flying Castle, Aincrad. Five lands that was separated, not by walls, but by the sheer force of nature itself. Water breaths life and claims the center lands. Fertile earth prospers among the lands of the north. High winds tear through the countryside of the

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The day before: There was a great feeling of urgency. Everyone was scrambling around, mostly plowing into Hirru's room, which also doubled as the storage for most of the equipment for the dojo. Hirru was sure that the guild kept the treasury separate from the dojo, but what the hell did he know. Waking from another nightmare of drowning once more, the hunter found that a few of the students were trying to find some things for the trip of their sensei. He grumbled as he pulled his clothes on. This time, he would apply his proper paladin set, as they were about to head out to the new

Walking (probably with @Baldur) towards the main kitchen, the sounds of another familiar voice would come to him. If the hunter remembered right, that was the sound of the gourmet of the guild. Stepping through the threshold, he saw that it was true. The black haired personification of gluttony himself, Crozeph, was already raiding their food stores once more. Hirru sighed as looked over to Snow whom seemed to be cooking up some breakfast. He was glad to always have a smiling face, even if they are not that familiar to him yet. "Morning, Snow! Don't indulge that one too much now. H

"Huh? Oh!" The hunter tried to feign knowledge, but in the end, it would not work. This quest was notorious for a simple plot point, which was that the broker was actually going to attack the questing player in the end. Depending on how the player reacts, they were slapped with the orange symbol at the end, if they attacked first. Although, that was back before the flood of Shadow. After the flood, entire floors seemed to change. Quests became slightly different, with NPC's being more vocal with backgrounds now. The hunter figured that there may be another change here, but he wasn'

It had been some time since he had ever seen the like, but the face was indescribably his. The jaw line, the hair, the pure lack of weaponry upon their body. There were many people like him, but he knew far too well this one. *** Hirru had remembered that he was going to meet the others on the ninth floor, to get the last TECH art for a few of the other members of Jacob's Ladder. The Jade Hunter had not been to the lower floors as often as he used to. Since he didn't live in the guild hall of the Knights of the Blood Oath anymore, he mostly stayed up on the higher floors where hi

{OOC: Since this has gone into obscurity, and the little plot went a little overboard; I'm just gonna turn the combat off and go into RP combat for the rest. Honestly, should have done that in the beginning, but 3.0 was just starting and I wanted to try some things out.} Randall had the right idea, as these things weren't really that tough. In fact, they weren't even hurting him at all. So why should he take them seriously at all. The critters were gnawing away at his armor, but there was little to no damage to him. He didn't have battle healing, so the damage was still sticking thou

Hirru realized the oddity of his question and was sure that Baldur was hesitant to answer from such a disturbing question. Were there three people there that may or may not exist only in Hirru's head? What a ridiculous thing to ask one of the few people that he trusted beyond any other. He didn't want to seem more out of place than he already was, and just waved off the question. This was better than letting his mind be questioned upon it's sanity, any more than it previously has. "Nevermind, my mind has been all over the place, since we beat that little side event." There was to

Shop Post: Traveling Flame Transaction Date: 3/16/22 Cost of Transaction: 10040 Crafter's Profession: Appraiser Crafter's Rank: R4 Item Name: Díolúine Paralytach Item Tier: 4 Item Type: Light Armor Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Paralytic Immunity / Mitigation / Light Momentum Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: Found ID: 203715-1 (Guarenteed Unique roll) ID 205973 | LD 8 | (Unique Roll) Paralytic Immunity ID 205974 | LD 19| Light Momentum ID 205975 | LD 15| Light Mo

Hirru heard the merchant before he saw who he was sending his way. The merchant was very particular on calling the hunter by his shops title, Rune Scribe. He sighed as there wasn't much to the rune readings that made up the appraisal process. As the individual crossed the corner, he saw the signature green cloak of the Emerald Duelist. "Jomei! So good to see you." He said as he was looking at the armor piece that they had been rewarded for defeating the Fog of Reminiscence. That dungeon was still fresh in his mind as Jomei took out the other set and a few more items to be appra

The plan seemed to work fairly well. Although much of the plan seemed to hinge on his friends and some others, it seemed that there were more there than what he figured for. As Calrex was bashing through the line, Hirru tried to get in between the enemies and bring up his shield to keep the wedge from closing behind him. The soldiers that attacked or push back would be struck by intense pain as the sharp feathers of the shield would act as thorns, cracking blades and armor alike. He heard Vig and Krysta, and the old man come along with the plan. What he didn't expect was a green blur to d

Freyd had seemed to make the right move, and the story was small, but nothing that he wouldn't like to hear. It was fun to hear that such interactions were possible, even in the middle of an odd quest. Though, it would seem that this Vigilon was much more of a trouble maker than he originally thought. Falling out of the sky is one thing, but having issues with others over some other discretion is a recipe for disaster. Hirru would know, he has known quite a few of them in his time on the floating castle. Though, he wouldn't mind hunting with the boy. Misadventures brew up quite a bit of

Holding onto the sides of the craft when they finally had finally landed, the hunter shakily got out. Although the barrier held through, his sanity did not. If he could feel nauseated, it was definitely coming on now. There was so much going on in that whole trip that Hirru could barely handle it all. His eyes were wide as reality was slowly coming back to him. They were in the belly of the beast, both literally and figuratively. In the bowels of the giant flying ship, they were far from their intended goal, but that was all they could really do. Baldur seemed to joke a bit, but Hirru w

Hirru groaned as sitting down was beginning to wear on the hunter's bottom. There was a bit of thought that would have to go into the question at hand. What did the hunter want to ask the whisper? To be fair, he didn't really know. All the stories that the hunter spouted were just things that he would have spoken about anyway. What does one ask someone that won't disclose anything. "Well, being that as it is, I won't ask anything too personal. Instead, I'll just ask how you met Vigilon. Although, I don't know the boy, to know that you met him after he fell from the sky does seem li

Tossing the line back out, he would glimpse the visage of the Ultramarine. His appearance would prompt the hunter to give a curt wave before going back to the intended appointment. He wanted to talk to Cal's wife, Teayre, once more, but he didn't think those opportunities would come up again. It seemed like she was keeping herself at their old home, instead of living here at Baldur's estate. Hirru didn't understand why, but with the way they talked back then; it didn't really seem to hard to speculate. After Hirru's first raid, to where he was appointed Raid Leader, due to him copying how