Beoreson

Name: Shadow’s Strike

Your Profession: Blacksmith

Your Rank: 2nd at the time but this is reevaluation.

ID: 28716

Roll: 12

Item Type: One-Handed Straight Sword

Tier: 1

Quality: Perfect

Enhancements: 2 damage= +2 damage and accuracy.

Description: Shadow's Strike is a ninjato that is black and silver. The blade is done in the same way that Shadowsteel's blade is. Midnight black for the unsharpend portion and a dim gray for the sharp part. The Sageo is knotted with black and white. The blade has a silver cross guard and a silver capping on the end of the hilt. The sheath is made of wood and, has an ornate golden dragon on it.

Name: The Cover of Night

Your Profession: Blacksmith

Your Rank:3

ID: 29669

Roll:12

Item Type: Armor

Tier: 1

Quality: Perfect

Enhancements: 2 damage migration and one heavy momentum.

Description: The Cover of Night is a set of armor that made to improve upon Wolf's Vanguard. The top of the armor is made of a long sleeved black cotton shirt. The pants are made of a heavy jean like material. The armor part is made of a light weight metal that is tinted black. There plate pieces are set up much the same as Wolf's vanguard the main difference being that the plate is tinted black. The armor a face wraps that had several metal slabs in the fabric to protect his face. When the wrap is on there is a metal plate covering the forehead and, the mouth from attack. There is a basic hood as well but, is non-armored.

ID# 46524

MOB: 10 (Crit +2)

Party:
Grave: 38/57 (+1 Damage for Semi Crit) | NRG: 11/13 | D: 8 | M: 3 | A: 2 | E: 3 | Thorns: 1 | Hate: 0

Beoreson: 33/65 ( +1 DMG) | NRG: 2/15 | D: 5 | M: 6 | Hate: 5

Enemies:
Wyvern: 8/33 | D: 21 | E: 2 | M:16 | Special Ability: AOE every 3 Rounds - 2 Rounds

Beoreson looks towards Grave with a hint of fear in his eyes, "I think we might want to flee from this fight. We may have bitten off more then we can chew." The black cloaked warrior watches as the wyvern takes another dive attack at him from above. He attempts to throw his sword into the way to block the monster's onslaught. His attempt however is futile and he is slashed by the beast's talons only for it to begin another circle around. Beoreson glances at his HP bar and with a slightly paler face then before says, "I need another potion." The warrior opens his inventory and begins scrolling around looking for a potion. He quickly grabs it and chugs the strawberry soda and looks towards the sky. The crimson beast is circling around for another attack.

ID# 44914

Battle: 5-2+2=5

MOB: 9 (Semi Crit on Beoreson and  Grave)

Party:

Grave: 39/57 | NRG: 10/13 | D: 8 | M: 3 | A: 2 | E: 3 | Thorns: 1 | Hate: 0

Beoreson: 33/65 | NRG: 6/15 | D: 5 | M: 6 | Hate: 5

Enemies:
Wyvern: 8/33 | D: 21 | E: 2 | M:16 | Special Ability: AOE every 3 Rounds - 1 Rounds

Beoreson catches the ninjato out of air and looks to the silver man. "Thanks, I forgot to pull my sword out of it.", states the warrior who seemed to have calmed down without a weapon to attack the monster with. The wyvern comes in a low dive and baths the land around the two men in flames. The two emerge from the fire a little burned but it could have been worse. Beoreson gives a light cough and tells the sliver man, "Need you to cover me. I need to drink a potion and don't feel like getting snatched up." The warrior opens his menu and fishes around for the potion that he bought a while back from Piera. He chugs the good quality recovery potion. The strawberry flavor soda goes down smoothly and Beoreson is back in the fight just in time to prepare for the Wyvern's next attack.

ID# 44830

Battle:10+2-2=10 (Crit)

MOB: 7 (Hit)

Beoreson watches with glee as the monster comes by for another attack." We got this just back me up the best you can and we should be able to finish this monster off soon." As the beast comes towards the two in a spiral decent, the warrior makes a rather rude gesture with a single finger and yells, "Bring it, you winged gecko!" The wyvern comes tumbling towards the man in black. The warrior who seems to be more or less in a violent frenzy charges at the crimson scaled, wyvern. The winged "gecko", as Beoreson put, tears it's claws into his shoulders. The warrior however, doesn't seem to notice the least bit. With a roar the man yells, "Vorpal Strike!" The sword art activates and glows with a blue ting. His sword slams into the center of it's body and with a slight ripping sound, the sword gains another three feet making the blade go through the lizard. The wyvern releases the warrior and begins to retreat the best it can but is slowed by the sword in it's chest.

Party:
Grave: 57/57 | NRG: 13/13 | D: 8 | M: 3 | A: 2 | E: 3 | Thorns: 1 | Hate: 0

Beoreson: 34/65 | NRG: 11/15 | D: 5 | M: 6 | Energy:6| Hate: 2

Enemies:
Wyvern: 8/33 | D: 21 | E: 2 | M:16| Special Ability: AOE every 3 Rounds - 2 Round

Beoreson snorts slightly as they walk through the mountainside. "If there is a wyvern in this mountain side then my name is Betty.", says the warrior with a smile. The two where walking down the pathway of the mountain and where entering a more wild area of the floor. The two where entering a more flat area and vegetation was growing as far as the eye could see. "These trees are pine and reaching a good thirty feet or so before tapering off.", He thinks to himself. The warrior seems to be engrossed in the with the beauty of the forest around him when there is an ear-splitting roar. The warrior instantly draws his ninjato and turns to face the mountain side. The warrior's eyes nearly pop out of his head as the monster comes into view above him. The wyvern flies upwards blocking out the sun from the two's sight for a second. 

ID# 44674

Battle: 9+2-2=9 (Smi-crit)

MOB: 6 (Hit on Beoreson, Misses Grave)

Wyvern's stats: 33-22+16=27 HP, Damage of 21 and Migration of 16. (Evasion of 2, as it is flying. AoE attack every three rounds.)

Beoreson's Stats: 65-21+6=49 HP, Base damage of 5, Energy:15-4=11, Migration of 6 and Hate:2

The Wyvern's serpentine body comes into sight again this time much lower. The two-legged beast comes flying in at a much lower arc. The crimson scaled beast fires a burst of fire at the two before, turning in a large arc avoiding landing quite yet. Beoreson stands there and tanks the blow. After the flames die the warrior becomes visible again and says through his now soot covered face wrap, "Well, I guess my name is Betty after all. Could have sworn it was Beoreson." The Wyvern dives down and lands in front of the two men. The monster's mere landing causing the ground to shake slightly. Beoreson activates his sword skill and charges forward. "Vertical Arc", shouts the warrior as he slashes into the beast leaving two ragged scars in his wake. The monster flies off and switches to hit and run tactics.

"I remember you being a lot more enthusiastic about going mob hunting. Guess that hangover must suck.", says the warrior with a grin. It had been quite some time since he had fought along side Grave. "You still punch things to death right?  I clearly still use my sword", says the warrior as he finishes getting ready to leave. He waits for a few moments for Grave to get ready. The warrior walks over to the door and opens it with a shove. "I say we just take it easier then a normal grind day. I'm unfamiliar with this floor and don't even have armor skills.", states the warrior with a slightly hopeful tone. He hoped that the two weren't walking into their death. The two walk through the city and into the wilds in a few minutes.

The warrior nods to the silver haired man. "You should drink some water and wait for a bit. The head ache should pass, in a few minutes if you're lucky." The warrior stretches out  with a slight yawn. The man seems to only be fully satisfied of what is going on during combat or when he his forging. He looks around the small tavern with a somewhat bored look and says to the hung over warrior, " Want to go and kill some mobs on this floor?" His eyes seems to be very excited at the idea. The only floor he really fought on was floor four. He only used a one handed sword so he didn't really do much solo hunting. He really did regret not putting it into spear or something of the like. Beoreson changes back into combat gear. Even if they just sat in the bar, he felt naked without his armor. He thinks to himself," Eh, heat exhaustion."

The warrior slowly relises that his comrade was highly intoxicated. With a grin he says to the rather hammer man, "You need to order a 'Bitter Root Milk' caser with that drink. Otherwise, you end up wasted in half a glass." He orders the foul liquid for Grave, as he was clearly too intoxicated to do so himself. The bar waitress brings the drink and, places it on the table, between the two men. "Go ahead and take a sip. Make sure to pinch your noise so the drink works better.", states Beoreson with the grin still plastered on his normally very unfriendly face. The humidity finally seems to be affecting Beoreson and he removes the plate armor.. The armor disappears, leaving him in a black t-shirt and jeans.   The warrior thinks for a moment and adds his tanto blade to his belt instead of his sword

Beoreson nods with a look that says," I'm in the same boat as you." The warrior thinks to himself, "I should most likely not drink anything alcoholic at 13:38." He finishes his water, as if he was dying of dehydration. The glass cup placed back on the table with little care. It shatters like most used items. He doesn't order another water when the barkeep follows his standard patrol of the area. "So, what are you doing on this floor?", asks the warrior with a grin. He had no idea that Grave was still weak enough to still be venturing this low. The man expected to never see him after the break he took. The warrior knew that Light was fine as she was hiding under his chair as the two where speaking but, he wondered how his shop was doing.

Beoreson's eyes catchs a glimpse of silver and he is suddenly confronted by Grave.  The hyper man performed the most extreme display of free running, that Beoreson had seen in quite some time. Beoreson smiles and says, "I thought I was the ninja here. Nice to see you again." He orders another water and reclines in his chair. The bartender walks over, with the ordered beverage and places it on the table.  The warrior pays for his drink and looks around at the almost empty room. The warrior seems to be on high alert as always, but he looks like he is doing well. The warrior removes the rest of his head gear and says ," So, what have you been up O' silver one? I haven't been up to much lately and decided to check up on my shop." He sips on his drink while waiting for an answer. It had been quite some time since he had last seen Grave and he wanted to talk for a bit, before he went out to check up on his shop.

The darkly clad warrior with his half plate and sword, walks to the near by teleporter of floor 4. He decides to himself to go and see his old shop. The warrior enters the teleporter and inputs the command for Floor 7. He is whisked away from the cold, fringed dunes of floor four and, place in the cool mountains of floor 7. There is the flash of light and as his eyes clear, he sees the stone city of Nimbus. He leaps off of the teleport pad and, begins walking over towards the local pub for a drink, before he heads out towards his shop. The warrior remembers where the local bar is and heads into the stone building. Inside is a rather comfortable tavern. There are several tables to sit at and a bar to sit at as well. The bar has about a dozen or so chairs at it and  runs  across the last sixth of the building closing it off from the rest. Behind the bar is a NPC and kegs of various drinks. The dark warrior orders a water from the bar and takes it with him to a table in the back of the room. He sits down with a sigh and sips from the glass. He had decided a while ago that daytime drinking was not the best idea.

ID# 43999

Battle: 3+2=5 (miss)

MOB: 6 (Hit)

Beoreson's Stats: HP:59-12+6=53, Energy:5, Migration of 6, and Base damage of 8

Wolf's Stats:HP:1, Migration of 8, Damage of 12

The darkly clad warrior losses sight of the white wolf as it circles around him. The battlefield between the two dunes grows silent. There is the roar of the wind picking back up again, as there is a sudden shift in the pure white landscape as the wolf rushed the warrior. Beoreson was caught completely off guard and, is knocked over by the wolf's sudden assault. The wolf bites into his right shoulder, which disables his ability to fight. The darkly clad warrior struggles for a while trying to free himself. The attempt is futile but, does little in the way of stop him from trying. The warrior thinks to himself, "This sucks, I wonder if I will be able to get out of this combat soon."

ID# 43998

Battle: 8

MOB: 8

Beoreson's Stats: HP:65-12+6=59, Energy:10-5=5, Migration of 6, and Base damage of 8

Wolf's Stats:HP:33-40+8=1, Migration of 8, Damage of 12

The darkly clad warrior walks through the dunes of snow, with a smile hidden under his face protector. The wind dies down and, there is a howl in the distance. The howl is undoubtedly belongs to a wolf. The warrior whips around behind him just to see the incoming wolf's attack. Beoreson throws his arm up to tank the hit. The wolf bites into his left arm only for Beoreson to shout, "Vorpal Strike!" and jams his glowing sword into the wolf's under belly. The wolf yips and, drops down off the warrior, hoping to escape his blade. The wolf backs away and, begins to circle the warrior with a angry glint in it's eyes.

Beoreson snaps into a much more formal manner. He sits at attention and, looks to Hirru with a puzzled look. "You're quite the recruiter", states the warrior in a plain manner. He looks to Klick and says, "Don't worry, about the guild thing. If you really want to join we would have a quite formalities to go though and, we can do that at a later time." states the darkly clad man. Beoreson looks at the fairy as if it is an alien artifact for a moment or two. " Is Ping a familiar?", asks the man with what looks to be an genuine inquisitive look. He takes a swig from his drink and, reclines in his chair again.

ID# 42302

LD:9

+1 energy (10)

Beoreson wanders around for about thirty minutes or so. He looks around the area for any metal veins. Not to surprisingly he doesn’t find any in the ice cave. The warrior heads out of the cave which takes a good forty minutes or so. He turns of the torch and, walks back out into the freezing cold. The gusts of wind go straight through his metal armor and, Beoreson notes that he needs to get more powerful if he ever wants to leave this freezing floor. Beoreson scans the area and, sees that nothing new has spawned in. “Okay then, I’ll just head to a different hunting spot”, thinks the warrior to himself. He sets off towards a new hunting ground. He walks along the path for about ten minutes into he comes across the spawning area for wolves. He snorts at the memory of all the wolves that have attack him, before heading off into the dunes.

ID# 42291

LD:1

+1 energy (8)

The warrior sheaths his sword on his belt and, thinks to himself, “I should go check out that cave.” The warrior marches off towards the cave that is leading into a mountain side. He enters the enchanting cave and, looks around for any monsters.  Beoreson decides that it looks safe enough and, enters the cave with his sword drawn. It leaves the sheath with a slight rattle. He looks around and, sees a stack of torches that have accumulated at the front of the cave. The darkly clad man walks over to them and, activates one of them. “Well, now that I can see. I’m going to walk around looking for some metal veins.”, thinks the warrior as he looks around the cave. He wonders around the cave and, finds a branch in it. He stands at the fork in the cave’s path and, thinks for a moment. With a shrug Beoreson turns to the left and, continues that way. Beoreson notes every turn he takes using his gaming skills to remember the map.

ID# 42272

Battle:9

Mob:2

Beoreson's stats: HP:65 Energy:11-4=7 Migration of 6 Base damage of 8

Ice elemental's stats: HP:5-24+12=-12(Slain) Migration of 8 Damage of 12

The man leaps back from a giant clubbing attack that was smashes into the ground where he was a mere second ago. He launches a deadly counter attack at the frozen goliath. He activates the sword art “Sonic Leap” and, lets the system do the attack for him. His body flies towards the monster with a giant leap. He brings his sword downwards slicing into the enemy. With a roar of rage, the monster shatters into pixels and, dies. The normal congratulations menu pops up on the warrior’s HUD. With a grin he closes the window and, notes to himself that he has one mat now. The darkly clad warrior scans around for another enemy to fight against. Much to his disappointment he doesn’t spot anything other than a cave opening not too far off.

+1 Mat

Beoreson sighs at the man buttering Japanese in front of him. "I'm Beoreson. I'm pretty sure most of us here are able to speak English. Also, I'm American so don't worry about formalities", states the warrior in English. He cleanly switched into English as if the conversation wasn't even interrupted. " I was looking for people that are in the Crimson Blades My guild mates appear to be MIA." states the warrior calmly. He takes a swig from his mug. Its bitter contents manage to finally warm him up a little. "Have a seat, as they say the more the merrier.”, the man in black states

The smiling warrior walks through the light snow. He is looking for any mobs that he could slay without too much effort. The dark warrior wanders into a flat area that he had came to know as good hunting ground. He spots an ice elemental and, decides that it would be a good choice to attack. "Well, let's see if I remember how to do this.", says Beoreson as he walks towards the roughly shaped monster.

ID# 42171

Battle: 5+2=7

MOB: 1

Beoreson's stats: HP:65 Energy:15-5=10 Migration of 6 Base damage of 8

Ice elemental's stats: HP:33-40+12=5 Migration of 8 Damage of 12

The monster was a hulking ape like beast made of frozen, blue ice. Beoreson yelled, "Vorpal Strike!" as he charged his blade into the monster's chest. The sword stabs into the monster's chest and, goes straight through it. The monster roars in pain. The beast's roar is nearly deafing as it thrashes about in pain only to have none it's attacks hit the man that assaulted it. Beoreson simply dodges all of the beasts attacks, as if they where mere child's play.

Beoreson stands at the heavy oak door of the local tavern and, prepares to go off adventuring. He pulls his face wrap up and, makes sure to secure his hood as well. The raven haired warrior does a quick weapon check to make sure his sword is on him. The weapon is where it always is, secured to his left side. He gives the mighty, oaken door a shove and, with a groan it opens to reveal the snow wonderland that is the fourth floor. The warrior with a sigh heads off toward his old hunting grounds. Just as he exits the town's boarders he draws Shadow's Strike. The blade's surface is still clean and, appears to be still in working condition. With a smile the warrior sheaths the blade and, continues on his way.

     "That's very disturbing....", says the black haired warrior. He takes a good swig from his mug and, reclines into his chair. "Well, I guess I will have to start working to band together whatever is left of us.", mutters the warrior more to himself then, those around him. "Hirru mind helping me with at least doing a head count?" asks the warrior. He nods in response to Hirru then, lakes towards the new player and says, "So, what are you doing out on this floor? You look a little low for this floor." asks the warrior in a very blunt manner. He takes another drag from his mug and, orders another drink from the bartender.

Beoreson pats his comrade on the shoulder and, nods to Hirru. "We will need to catch up. Mind if we sit down?" The warrior looks towards the young man and, gives a friendly wave. It seems that what the warrior is not as cold as he used to be. Beoreson nods towards the young man. The armoured man says, " Beoreson, but you can call me Beor."  He sits at the table with the young man and, orders himself a beer.  The NPC brings one to him and, he sips on the frothy beverage. "So, what has become of the blades? You mentioned that you where looking for them." asks the warrior with a small hint of awkwardness in his voice.

     There is a gust of freezing wind as the door to the tavern opens with a slight creek. The heavy oak door closes behind a darkly clad and, heavily armored man. The man's armor was his signature "plated ninja" look and, looked like it had been well taken care of. The warrior pushes back his hood and, face wrap revealing the chilled feature of a rugged, young man.The man's face has a few new scars but, it was undeniably, Beoreson of the Crimson Blades. He entered the room and, scanned through the NPCs and, players with his dark blue eyes. His eyes instantly locked on to his old comrade Hirru.  His face breaks into a smile and he gives a friendly wave. "Well, I wasn't expecting to see to see you here, Hirru." states the man in his slightly rumbling voice. He looks to the man beside Hirru and, does a quick weapon check. His face turning stern as he crunched numbers in his head. He didn't seem to be a threat to him so, his expression softened again as his smile returns.

Well, I'm a little out of the loop but, I would love to help with the combat system.