Hirru

"It looks like we're getting a bit of a reprieve. Let's focus up, and keep this madness to a minimum." He would call out as the attack from the great bear, Callisto, wasn't as easy to disrupt their formation. Whatever that roar was, was definitely not something that they would be able to easily get around. That being said, they were doing too well. He could sense the other groups that were attacking from nearby, and there were some that got affected by another roar some moments ago. Though, it may be that it was doing more to them than he would first think. Images of hunters doing w

What just happened? There was a moment where things were not what they should have been. Was it because the hunter was not locked in at the start of it, or was it the sudden realization the tank that he had put his blind trust in.. forgot to equip their tank skills today? Was it the multitude of golden keys that fell out of her pockets like a god damn gatekeeper of a grand vault, or a keeper of a hungering beast? Was it the sudden tin that came flying at him from the 4th teams side? The initial start to their fight against the boss, and they didn't have a viable tank! This was not wh

The time to fight was finally upon them all. The stench of rot and decay kept making the hunter's eyes water. It was enough to make him sick, but he had to stomach the situation. Their next great venture was here and now. That is, for the most that could be said of the hunter. the most that he could really do anyway: step forward unto dawn. Red flowers? Stringy, but eerily beautiful. Little crimson spiders that covered the ground before them, but that would only be for a moment. The source of the roaring and cascading rot would appear, before them. A bear, like the ones that the

Hirru did feel that as time went on too. The amount of times that they have gone through the motions to prepare for the fight. There isn't much they can do to make sure that what the raid needs, is really met. If only there were a way to pop in and check up on the boss and their abilities without causing too much trouble. "I feel you there. We're getting to the point where we can instinctively know what needs to be done, but not know what we really need. What is the word.. monotonous?" "We're not exactly at odds to say how the future will take us. It used to be that we could di

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Decay and ruin would be what was left behind. Those that have come before were already here. The fetid remains still lay where they were. The forest itself was dying around them. The green of the hunter's hair would be the only thing that would bring any semblance of a healthy nature. A sad place to be, but they were not going to be there for much longer. They were there for a purpose and that purpose was to kill the thing that roared and rumbled beyond them. "Yep, this is where we were, alright. Wreaking of death." Several people were already here, which was no surprise. Eve

Glow Stone | [200col] While holding a Glow Stone, the area around you is illuminated. You and players near you do not suffer any penalties for darkness or low-light conditions. Cannot wield a weapon while holding a Glow Stone, but it can be swapped out and and back in to continue its effect. Effect lasts for one thread. Oh boi, here I go glowing again

"To think you'd set up shop in such a quiet little place. Actually makes sense. Wish the wagon was just as quiet, but I gotta ride in that thing some times." The hunter would come to his fellow appraisers shop for one thing and one thing only. An item gained from a raid they both endured was gained through the hunter, but he did not need it. It was in better form to be given to someone that could actually use the hate gaining item. He sometimes wished it were him that could do so, but that was not to happen any time soon. An odd red crystal was set upon the table for the player, a t

"Once more! It's almost taken care of! Let me add to your weaponry." The fire bird's third iteration or so it would seem, was just about to be destroyed. Though, not without some specific help this time around. Raising his shield, instead of a yellow light that was fall upon their energetic player, a shimmering sheen of colors. The light would fold upon their weapons as they fight the Phoenix. They had spent quite enough time on this floor, and the hunter was starting to feel the heat that much more as time went on. Survival was just that good at times, it seemed. Though this buff

Hearing that not only did she have just what she needed, but she had five of them. Even more was the apparent style of the music. A rhythmic and striking piece. One that supports a structured order. "Perfect! I will take the lot of them, if you wouldn't mind." Hirru would open the trade menu, adding his own addition to the trade: 20 more mats than asking. There was reason behind the costs: Investment. To have songs on the regular is something that he needed just as much as Mass heals, but only alchemists had instant variants of those. "Thank you for your time! Have a

A quaint place. Hirru didn't like to come to the 24th floor, unless he really needed something. He.. didn't really need it, but the songs that he once had were falling short. His old performer was not available to make those cheerful songs, and he wished he knew why. That would be a worry for another day though. The front was calling, and he needed to be their healer. Though, to do so effectively, he would need songs of healing. A word from the meeting brought him to the shop. The place was furnished with crystals and instruments a plenty. He was glad it was open at the time. Ta

Oh boi, let's talk about the stupidity that is the canon system of Cardinal. Combat against A.I., especially the intelligence that most mobs used, was progressive enough to 1v1 a player. Without any sword skills/ arts, the A.I. will win as most players probably aren't experienced weapon users. Remember, this world is still VR, so your own movements are the key to fighting, and if you don't know how to use a sword.. well. It is one big reason of a few that 100k players died during the first month. In that, the game has its own way to help the players: Sword Arts. A system of locomoti

"Bloody hell! When ya ask for a minute and the world says: 'ha no'. Guess I'll be slapping this on our energetic one." He would say as the fight would start out with the hunter using his energizing modification to give the rough around the edges one a full energy boost. If only he could take care of all of the energy needs for everyone, but that was something he could not do. If only there was a stronger form of energize that could push out more energy restoration, but that would probably come with a larger cost. If there were instant snacks that he could shove down peoples throats,

"Well, that settles that one. With so many cats, you would think that there would be.." A resounding roar could be heard from all around them. There wasn't much time between the fights it would seem. The cats weren't just piling out for them. No, they were surrounded from the start. Though, that only meant that they didn't have anywhere else to hide from the party. Detections ring out as a blip would ring behind the hunter. He would turn as he spoke. "Get down, Mina! It's com..ing?" He called while raising his shield up while giving Mina one more energized pulse. The bo

Two more creatures to add to the scene, and two more to take away. One of them was already taken care of while the other lingered for a moment more, but that wouldn't last very long. Arts were flying out in easy to track ways. In all the fighting, the hunter wondered when it would be the day that he too could come back to the fight. Pick up the sword once more, and throw an art out or two. Would that day ever come again? He had to radically change his entire build to become a healer for the front, but there have been so many times where he had felt that it wasn't worth it. Maybe these a

So many voices; so many faces. Too much to focus on, and too little to give. The information that Freyd, Morningstar, Mina, and himself took from the labyrinth was few and far between. Was there not a need to further their information gain? Wasn't there other ways of gaining more information? His thoughts would be drowned by the sound of voices and waves.. Hirru could only close his eyes and try to focus on the voices as they came up. There were quite a few that he recognized but a couple here and there that were unknown or not as apparent. From the information given, everyone was

A dungeon spawned around a field boss? The hunter was aware that this could happen, as he had fought one just like it before. Though that time, the boss was a quest monster that followed into the dungeon. Well, that quest boss is now freely spawning on its floor, so it is a proper field boss now. Did any of that really matter? Not in the slightest, but that didn't mean that the hunter wouldn't be thinking about it. How many weird and out right crazy dungeons have they been through now? Too many, he would guess. The number having long since lost meaning to him, as he cared more about be

It turns out that being fashionably late isn't always the best. There was a wedding going for one of the up and coming players that Hirru had only just ventured out with some time previous. Though, he was initially going to be joining the whole thing, there came a problem. "I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING PROPER TO WEAR!!" He was fumbling through his inventory for things that would be appropriate. Battle gear? No. Formal Wear? The only formal wear he had was the military uniform he got back during the valentines ball on the 26th floor. That was probably better than anything else, bu

"Well, I'd say we could go for one more, but let's take our time for this next one." He would look upon everyone's energy reserves and some of them needed a better rest than just a few moments. He would refrain from using another spyglass, so that their respawn time was slightly longer than before. Hirru didn't want everyone burned out from this floor and the burning sensations all around. Heck, without survival, Hirru had been cooking in his armor. Taking off the helm, he could breath once more. Not that one needed to, but the feeling was always there. "Let's settle for a bit.

Path A word that had more meaning than what Hirru really realized. To find his own way without knowing exactly where he was going. He had been doing so for such a long time that it barely felt like a path at all. More like a labyrinth that he has scouted many times over, but keep finding new routes each and every time. Though, those routes are always dead ends. It's only when he starts over again that he finds anything new. Seeing that NIGHT was leaning in to him, the message that had was hidden. Not so much from he himself, but from the player menu's initial settings. A menu

Hirru comes and goes from the first floor more frequently than he once thought. There were quite a few new traders lately, and it was good trade to get some businesses up. There was one that caught his attention. A modest little shop out on the outskirts. An older gentleman sitting by, or more waiting. The hunter was not dressed in his armor, to keep a bit of suspicion away. Not that it really did much when he would do something like the thing he was about to do. Stepping up to the man, the hunter made a proposition. "Good sir! I'm here for simple business. The items here are

They didn't need any push nor any advice more than what he could have given. They all had already defeated it once before, so the fight was nothing more than routine. Things could happen and someone could miss a hit here or there, but experience is always better to have. The hunter could only wish that he could join them more on the damage front, but he had his job and they had theirs. Speaking of his job, there was a claw user that needed another pep up. Was it always like this back when he was less experienced? He couldn't remember having used up so much energy with his arts, but

"Well.." Pulling out the message from Mina, he looked at the list of things that they needed from the 2nd tier field bosses. There were quite a few, but mostly the hellfire was needed for now. He did want to go up to the eleventh floor, but would be up to the group. That, and they had several other bosses on several other floors to get to. In fact, the list was mostly on the T2 groups part. "..We just got roughly four from that. Depending on certain things, we may need to kill it a couple more times. That's just the main target. We also got..." A long pause before while r

The Lion went in for the attack, but not with it's claws or teeth. The big kitty went in with a bound; pouncing upon Wulfrin? with reckless abandon. There wasn't much time for stopping it, but Freyd was already in the thick of it. Shredding the lion and taking the brunt of that damage instead of their trainee, which was good. Healing Freyd was slightly easier, since he knew the man kept his survival on and had his own battle healing. Running into the fray, the hunter would have his friend's back. Quite literally, as he had to get to near touching distance, rubbing his hands together for

"Well, that's also new." Hirru commented on the fan that Mina was now using. He could have sworn that was another part of the info being shared out. Projectile and Throwing capabilities were unlocked not long ago, and were probably going to be a new tactic to run with. The thought of throwing his shield sounded like a pretty neat idea, but the logic of trying to get it back pushed that idea away. He already had to run around to heal and energize everyone. He didn't need to be running around catching his shield like some toy. Was there a toy like that in the real world? Probably wou