Beoreson

"Nothing much, I've been taking it easy. One could say I have become lazy, and unreliable." says the warrior as he notice more a new customer arrive in the shop. "I'll move out of you're way. I was just checking in before I do anything too stupid." says the warrior as he moves away from the counter.  The raven haired man puts down the hood revealing that he has grown some scruff since the last time he was seen by Piera. He returns the gesture to Kalesh. He thinks to himself, "Do I know that man?"

The battle worn warrior entered the shop with a neutral expression on his face. He was in a black hoodie and, could easily be confused with a thief if you didn't know the man. This was the first time had walked around not armed to the teeth in a long time. He appeared to be only have some sort of knife strapped to his pants.

He walked over to the steps and, waited for Piera to have a moment. He seemed to be either trying to avoid being noticed or was trying to sneak away. When, the women finally had a moment to spare the warrior stands up and, walks over to the girl. "So, good to see you haven't died." Says the man. He appeared to be growing more blunt and, less humorous every time the women saw him.

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Beoreson stumbles to his room and, falls face first onto the bed. He has his normal round of nightmares and, wakes up in the morning. The warrior cleans up from the party and, reads the blue potion bottle. "Causes extreme intoxication." Beoreson with a slight chuckle throws the glass bottle at the wall. It shatters into pixels and, disappears. He was going to make sure to never drink anything that Piera gave him other then, heal potions. He stretches out and, decides that he want to take a hunting trip for a while and, blow off some steam. He stretches out first and, lets the handover effect to wear off.

+1 sp to all of the participants.

+50 col to all the participants.

"I've got another thing to add." states the raven haired man, as he accepts the two hander from the guild leader with a nod. "If you ever get into a jam or need a eastern style blade do not hesitate to message me. Also, I'm going to do stupid stuff, so If I do die. I'll make sure to send an apology letter." sates the warrior in his normal calm voice. "Not sure what weapon you where going for but, here. You may need it to fight off some monsters along the way." Beoreson offers up a  basic ninjato from his inventory.

Beoreson watches in shock as the woman just passes the blade to Mack. He bites his tongue and avoids saying anything rude. "I'll carry the blade of you do not mind. It will need a place of honor, other then the guild chest." Says the warrior in a even tone. He looks to the guild leader with a slightly definite look. He had poured everything into the blade and, wanted to make sure it would have a worthy welder. Beoreson didn't even see himself as someone worry of the blade.

Beoreson doesn't seem to get the reference, as he leans on the wall. "I should get going." Says the warrior. "I would love to stay longer but, I need to get to my shop and, make sure nothing was taken." States the raven haired man as he starts to get ready. With a wave goodbye the warrior takes hours leave.

Can I join? I sent a message a long time ago.

Beoreson watches in awe as Mack does the one thing he hadn't tried to do yet. He offers the blond soldier a high five, as he downs the blue shot without a second thought. It tasted like mint and, went down quite easily for the man. He looked at it rather disappointingly but, noticed that his vision no longer allowed him to read the label. The warrior makes an attempt to communicate that he wanted to know what he had just drank but, all that comes out is "W-w-w-w-hat, dod I drank." The warrior mind started slipping as the little bit of filter that existed disappeared.

Beoreson watches the silvered hair man deal with the customer and, activated the sneak skill even though he had no points in the skill. He sat in the darkest corner that he could and, waited. He decided to see if he could scare poor Grave as the second the man returned his attention to the area he was in. The raven haired man yelled, "I'm Batman! Nom! Nom!" He burst into laughter and, does his best to avoid any outburst from Grave. The raven haired man seemed to have changed his tactics since the silver haired man had seen him last.

Beoreson, remembered that Shirosu had wanted more ale. The raven haired man picked up a keg and, walked over to her table. He sat the keg down and, pulled a kunai out of his inventory. He twirled the blade around, and did a few simple tricks. The man then, slashed the top off the barrel and, said "Help you're self to some ale." He then, walks over to the drink table and, refills his cup.

The raven haired man sits next to the women. He had grown stubble from eating some berries that he had found. He went full berserker for the majority of the days. He even ate some wild fungus while he was out there. Thankfully, he had taken care of his hygiene before showing up here. "You know the normal stuff. Met the leader of the Velvet Room. Went berserk and, woke up out in the mountains a week later." says the man as if that was the most normal thing that had happened in a while. "I already commented on the fight. I was not very close though." says the warrior to himself.

The rough looking man's face flushed at the question of a hug. He goes ahead and, answers the woman's questions with one answer. "Sure." Beoreson grunts at the red haired man before him. "It was worth a shot but, she already shot me down on the offer." Beoreson scratches the stubble that had grown as he was out in the woods. "Mack, you are outside of regulations.. Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" asks the man the last part with his best creepy face. It seems that the man had matured quite a bit since Mack had seen him last. He was also not in trouble yet for going AWOL.

Beoreson scans the area and, walks over to Opal. He had been AWOL for a week and, appeared to be avoiding punishment for it. He arrives behind the raven haired women and, pokes her in the back. "I'm batman." states the warrior in the deepest voice he can manage, which is very deep. The warrior knew that see had noticed him walk up as he wasn't in stealth mode. The warrior looked more worn, and had a darker vibe around him. The man seemed to be wrapped in darkness. He had his normal smart @#$ smile on his face.

The black haired warrior decides to correct his meaning on what he meant. "I won't like walking into my own slaughter. So, I avoid approaching people without a plan B." says the warrior in the most direct way he could. Beoreson shrugged at the ladies comment. "I'm too busy to deal with that non-sense." says the warrior as he scanned the area. Much to his surprise no one was sneaking up behind him to kill him. His shoulders relax a bit. "Sorry for the heated meeting. I just would prefer not dying quite yet." says the warrior, in a relaxed tone. The man's composer seemed to change instantly to a more pleasant one.

The man shrugs,"I don't really care about law and, order. I was making sure that you where not hurting other people and, then I was going to leave." He pulls out a water skin and, takes a drink. The water tasted like iron as always but, it was water at least. "I never accused you of anything just so you know. I was only stating that I was making sure that you where not up to anything destructive. Don't feel too bad, I normally only approach people when I have an advantage of some sort. It was normally clearly power level but, I didn't know anything about you so, I tried sneaking up." says the man. There appeared to be more then, just going berserk to the man. The man decided to ask a question. "So, what is your name? I'm Beoreson as I said before. Most people just call me Beor as it is rather hard to shout anyone's full name during battle."

"Right now? I would report that you are not a major threat to the safety of the people and, that I saw no foreseeable way to stop you by my lonesome." says the warrior as he throws back his hood. He removes his head wrap and, shrugs. He had cold blue eyes and, raven hair."I honestly just came out today to go berserk and, slay all the monster I could for a week then, return to my shop and, duties to the Crimson Blades." states the warrior like it was something normal to go out and, randomly do. "Not to insult you but, I'm not sorry as I just trying to protect other players." says the warrior as he stretches his shoulders out. The man seemed to be indifferent to the whole situation. "Another thing to add to this would be that I am Beoreson, the Clumsy" says the warrior in a sarcastic tone.

"Well..The plan was to see what you where up to then go and, report what I found as you have an orange marker." says the warrior not very surprised at the fact that he was found out. He sheathed his sword and, walked out from behind the bushes and, shadows that he was hiding in. He seemed to be either a very calm person or a person that wouldn't give a d@*# if he was gutted right on the spot. " Well assuming you don't gut me and, sell my loot to the highest bidder. I would like to introduce myself." says the warrior as he stares at the man from the shadow of his hood. Just by the looks of the man you would most likely could tell that he was going to run at the first sign of hostility. Beoreson thought to himself, "Well this could have gone better. All I wanted to do was see what he was doing then, head off in the opposite direction if he wasn't being any trouble."

Beoreson was the first to respond to the woman's message. He arrived in a silently manner and, just lurked in the shadows. He seemed to be doing that more and, more since he went AWOL not to long ago. The warrior stepped out of the shadows and, threw his hood down. Reveling his rugged face and, dark blue eyes. "You know if you really wanted training Mack and, I could set up some sort of training." says the warrior with his normal grin. Even if it was faked he didn't want anyone to know that he cared. He smiled his sarcastic grin and, hoped for the best.

Beoreson equips into his hoodie and, jeans that and, pulls out his battle scared armor. He look to Grave as he starts to clean each part of the armor. "The mountains of floor seven is where I have been. I've been p#$$ed since Lindow died and, hadn't vented for a while. I decided to make it a trip and, went berserk for most of the week." says the warrior. From the look of his armor it looked that he had just fought senselessly for a while his armor had cuts in it where he could have easily blocked and, not to mention that all the cloth was pretty much in shreds. "I lost a few levels but, I was suddenly able to do some pretty cool attacks with my sword. I think the game system may have been updated. " The warrior eats the bat meat sandwich. It tasted better then the drop food that he lived off during his time in the wilds. He finished polishing the armor and, reequipped it. It looked as it did before, except it seemed to have a darker vibe to it. Like the suit of armor had seen death and, returned slightly off. It gave the warrior a more menacing look to him. "Oh, and this is the same armor." says the warrior giving a pat to the chest plate. The plate didn't ring out but, made a muffled ding. It seemed that the armor was the same but, heavily damaged and, repaired. It stilled looked different. The best way to describe different would be how the forest looks different at night then, the day.

Beoreson notes to himself how much more powerful Mack is compared to himself.The warrior decides to ask the blond soldier a question as he needed to find a smarter way to level. "Hey, Mack. Got any good leveling spots? I think the mines I've been using are not very effective for me anymore." asks the warrior, as they move out towards another area. This was the third time Beoreson had asked something of the guild master. He tried top avoid asking for handouts whenever possible.

(Make a LD check to see if you notice the snake above us. 10+ is a success.)

Beoreson nodded with a as he was chopping though the vines. He seemed to really like hitting things with his sword. The man eventually found a clearing in the area that had a few large trees, and some vines going between them.  The warrior stopped at the clearing and, looked around. "Odd. I was told that snakes spawned in this area." mutters the raven haired swordsman. He picks up some leafs and, looks under the fallen branches as well. He finds nothing of interest.

Beoreson headed out to a the mountains and, arrived rather quickly as he avoided any fights along the way. The warrior was quiet walking though the grass in the field when he suddenly noticed a orange player not that far away. The man instantly activated his stealth mechanic and, started crawling towards some shadows that where in the field. Once the warrior arrive there he waited to see what the orange player was doing out on the seventh floor. The warrior had Shadow's Strike at ready.

Beoreson gathered what little courage that he could manage and, decided to go ahead and, say what he wanted to. "Lindow was one of the few people that I have sat down and, talked to in this world." states the warrior as his gaze hardened. "That makes him part of the few people that I call friends." says the warrior as there is a small amount of anger creeping into the man's eyes. "My friends are my family to me." says the warrior starring forward his eyes burning with anger. The only person who had seen Beoreson become slightly irritated was Mack and, that was after being chewed on by wolves day in and, day out since joining the game. The warrior stood quietly as he finished up.

Beoreson was angry at the world for takeing and, only takeing. The man needed to go vent his anger into something productive. The only problem was he needed to vent without anyone getting in his way as he planned on going berserk for a short while and, the last thing he wanted was to hurt someone he knew. Beoreson wrote a note that read,"Gone hunting. Be back in a week." He put equipped his armor and, grabbed his ninjato. He always had the necklace on so that wasn't a problem for him to remember to put on. He tightened all the straps on his armor so that it didn't clink and, added the sword to his back. The warrior threw up his hood and, walked outside of his humble shop which was slightly outside of the safezone.