Beoreson

ID# 31191

Craft: 5

Rank 4 (91/160)

Beoreson walks over to his mat table and, produces a small piece of steel. The warrior heats the metal and, begins working the metal. He stretches the metal out into a basic sword and, adds it to the rack of weapons.

ID# 31192

Craft: 6

Rank 4 (93/160)

Beoreson decides to use the last of his mats and, has once last go at making a sword. He heats up some ore and, waits. He thinks to himself, "I need to go explain why I went AWOL soon. He takes the ore out of the forge and, begins to hammer out the metal and, turns it into a basic sword. The man takes the weapon and, places it on the rack.

Paid for his sandwich and, tossed the silver haired man his 50 col. He decided to ask the man a question himself before, he started to work on his own question. "Can I fix my armor as I tell you?" asks the raven haired man, something seemed to have changed in him. Nothing that could be pointed out but, he seemed to be slightly more....worn and calm would best describe the man now. He no longer was the cocky spaz that he was when he first entered this death game.

-50 Col

+1 Bat sandwich

Beoreson walks out from the shadows. Anyone that had bothered to look over in the corner he was in would have easily saw the man but, he had reappeared finally. The man had gone AWOL for a week, with only a note on his door that read,"Gone Hunting. Be back in a week." The warrior had been watching the fight for the whole time, and shouted rather loudly to Xion,"All is fair but, nut shots in my option!"

A rather intermediating warrior opens the door of the dinner and, walks over to the silver haired warrior. The man seems to be Beoreson who went AWOL a few days ago. The map had said that he had been in the mountains for the whole week. The warrior looks rather fearsome as it appears that his armor is now battle scared, and he has made some minor adjustments to it. He pulls off the face wrap and says to the man with a slight grin, "I'll take the house special."

Beoreson draws Shadow's Strike, with the soft sound of metal on wood. It was a simple, but quick movement. His eyes where glazed over with the tall tale sighs of disconnection. Mack would recognize the look on the man's face. Beoreson stood with his sword drawn, his sword in a solid grip of anger. The warrior seemed to be fighting the emotion and, staying in a disconnected state. He noted to himself in the very back of his mind that there where two other people here.

The warrior reclines slightly, as he might as well relax. The man said with a bittersweet grin,"I modified my NerveGear to let me play right out of the dorms. That let me play without even leaving America." He seems rather proud of the achievement in a messed up sort of way. "I got the info from one of the Japanese gaming magazines. My friend translated them for homework as it gave him an excuse for reading a game guide basically. He also helped me translate the game." says the man.

Beoreson looks to the people around him with a grin. He knew that he could out drink anyone here. He once managed to drink an entire night and, not pass out. The raven haired warrior grabbed a few kegs and, put them on the table. "I'll be drinking as well. If any fights breakout after this I take no responsibility. If anyone passes out there are several tables that they can be propped on in till they are carried home by the victor." says the man. He gives the first true smile since Lindow died a few weeks ago.

Beoreson fades into the crowd. An incredible feat for the man, as he was normally a quite a outspoken person. He knew that he wanted to at least be near but, didn't care much about what was going on anymore. He noted that he was starting to care less and, less. He kept that to himself though as most pf the people in the guild would most likely make him go see one of the counseling people that had opened shop. If anyone needed him they would be able to easily find him but, it was clear that he was trying to tip toe away.

OOC: I'm not leaving the thread but, I am taking a backseat now. I'm busy with IRL stuff.

Beoreson nods and, leads the way into the dark, damp jungle. He tries to make small talk with the man as they walk though the heavy plant growth. Beoreson chopping away at vines and, the like he seemed to be enjoying the chopping. "So, what kind of snakes do you think we are going to find? I think that we are going to find some sort of venomous one." says the warrior in a casual tone, as if he didn't care much if a giant 30 foot one attack him. He seemed like a person that would walk into a minefield if someone told him to.

ID# 30668

Loot: 6 MOB: 7

Beoreson's HP:27-3=25

Beoreson steps on a slightly off stone and, finds himself on the ground with a ringing in his ears. He looks down to see that his foot has a shard of rock in it. He removes the rock without flinching his face rather blank. He stands up and, looks at his HP bar. It seemed to be more or less a way to scare the players as they walked though. The warrior shouts as the ringing was rather loud still, "I found a trap. Blew me right up to!" He pats himself down looking for more shrapnel. He then with a grin notes that he didn't find any.

ID# 30666

Battle: 8

Cyclops's HP:18-3=15 (I'm guessing that I had a attack of three damage at the beginning of this thread but, I'm not sure.

Beoreson rushes forward and, switches out with the girl. The raven haired warrior manages to bury his sword into the side of the monster's leg. He quickly rips his blade back out with a wet slicking sound. The man grins as he rushes back away from the beast.. He watches as the cyclops prepares to attack the tank again and, his smile fades. He didn't care who they where or what role people played in the group that he was in. He preferred to not let his friends get hit in combat.

Beoreson deletes the fish and, raises his in toast. "And, to avoiding meeting death along the way." adds the warrior as he sits back down. He orders a more normal meal by his standards. He revives a sandwich which is filled with ham and, cheese. The warrior eats the food and, thinks for a moment, He decides that he is going to put his trust in the people around him and, no longer feel the need to keep his guard up. The warrior's shoulders relax and, he seems more at ease. What most would assume to be energy inside the man was nothing more then, him being on guard.

Beoreson responds to Xion's question by opening several barrels and, looking inside. The warrior after opening about ten kegs in total, found one with cider. The warrior filled a mug and, passed it to the kid. "I'm going to jail anyway. Might as well make it a longer stay."  " Sorry I haven't been able to have that duel with you yet. I was a little busy." says the warrior motioning to the shop around him. "So, what have you been up to?" asks the warrior as he picks up his mug of whiskey. He was going to try his hardest to get smashed tonight.

Beoreson woke up after the party and, peeled himself off his bed. To the warrior's happiness there was no one beside him. He also managed to find a drink in the game that allowed the warrior to become intoxicated. The warrior got up and, showed. He came back out and, put on the Cover of Darkness. The warrior used the metal plated face wrap as it was intended and, put up the hood. The warrior grabs his ninjato and, opens the door.The sun is a blazing, ball of white death He covers his eyes as they adjust to the daylight. The warrior walks out and, starts heading towards the rockier region of the floor.

"I can't but, I have a very high alcohol tolerance. The most I can get is a buzz." says the warrior as he leans on the door to make sure that he can greet anyone that may enter. "Opal, from what I can tell could drink herself under the table but, I'm not to sure. Also, beware she might try to seduce you. Well, I'm not 100% sure if she would try to use her "assets" on a woman." says the warrior being his normal, blunt self. He takes a sip of his beer mug that is filled with whiskey.

Beoreson nods to the man. "Lead the way. I always wanted a point man." says the warrior sarcastically. When the two make it to the shop, the warrior looks around and, says,"Cool, shop. I've been thinking about moving a few floors up." Beoreson sits on whatever surface is available and, begins explaining who everyone in the guild is and, what they do. He then, explains the ranks and, the general idea of the guild. The warrior finishes with a grin that the guild is growing rapidly.

Beoreson half waves to the recruit," The name is Beoreson. I'm the armorer. Welcome to my tavenized shop." The warrior looks at the weapon that the man is carrying. "I need to keep better track of what is in the guild storage. I didn't even know that weapon was out." says the warrior rubbing his chin thinking. "Want anything to drink. We got ale and, beer. Somehow Abalasster managed to get into my cooling water." says the warrior with a grin. The warrior points out that the water was in a barrel near the forge entrance.

OOC: Beoreson has been facing monsters that do the floor number damage +2. This is his take on what is going on. Don't worry I was going to make the monsters the minimum for the floor and, call it good.

Beoreson nods,"I have perfect armor, and a perfect weapon. The monsters that spawn because of me are stronger then, most of them. Also, I have an okay sword skill." explains the warrior. Not that anything weaker had ever spawned for the warrior. The system must just hate the man for him to have been facing monsters that strong for a while. The warrior stretches out his arms then, stands up. "I think we should head out now. I want to be back in time to work at my blacksmithing skill." says the warrior.

"Ah, that's an easy one. Monsters normally have about the same damage as the level that they are on. Give or take about 3-5 points of damage. Monsters typically spawn according to the players in the area, with about half the highest player's HP and, the floor level times two. The reason I say typically is because, sometimes times something higher leveler will come to face a party of higher level." says the warrior as he explains the information. It was in one of the player information books a while back. Well some of the information but, Beoreson had recorded every monster that he had ever fought and, he also recorded his level and, party size. "Also, if you have more then one person in a group there is a high chance that the monsters that spawn will have special ability" says the warrior.

Beoreson lowers his arms in the chill the f*#$ out gesture. "Chill, I'm guessing that someone you knew died?" says the warrior he steps on the pad and, selects the floor that Vasth's shop is on. There is a flash of white light as he is moved to the floor and, the warrior looks around. He walks off the pad and, walks over to a building. The raven haired man throws up his hood and, leans on it. He waits for the other man to deal with whatever was troubling him and, goes back to the pad. The warrior walks over like nothing happened.

Beoreson passed the girl an ale and, said,"I'm going to jail anyway." Beoreson heard a knock on the door and, a female voice stutter the world hello. "I'll get it." says the warrior as he walks over to the door and, opens it. The heavy oak door, that is bounded together by stips of iron opens to reveal Beoreson clad in what appeared to be a ninja suit made with some plate mail thrown in. "Evening, Piera. Come on in and, meet the guild that showed up." says the warrior motioning for the woman to enter. The warrior decided to go ahead and, let the woman look around as he went over to the drink area and, asked,"What type of drink do you want?"

Beoreson ordered another beer and, sat down to drink it. The raven haired man went over what he had gained today. One mat, 250 col, and a potion called Sand Armor. The warrior knew what to do with three out of four of the objects but, had no idea what the fourth one did. The warrior pulled out the potion and, examined it. The flavor text read,"By drinking this potion the user's skin becomes hard as sand aromor." The warrior had no idea what sand armor was but, decided to keep it.

Summery:

Beoreson:

4 sp

1 mat

250 col +200 for thread

Xion:
200 col for thread

"Cool." says the warrior as he takes a sip of his beer. "Wish I, keep it that simple." says the  warrior as he downs half the beer. He now has a sip or two left in his mug. "You know what sucks. Not being able to get drunk in this game." says the warrior as he finishes off the beer mug. He stretches out his arms and, thinks for a moment. "Can we schedule the fight for this weekend? I have things I need to do." asks the warrior. He needed to go farm some more to be equal in level with Xion.

Beoreson shrugs,"Doesn't hurt to know people. I can talk for hours about myself, but prefer not to." The warrior finishes off his mug and, orders another one. "Well let's see, what else might be useful. I have pretty good of control my emotions and, have the ability to block out most of them." says the warrior as he takes a sip of his beer. "I was the victor of a assault with a deadly weapon and, have put three people in the hospital." says the warrior to finish things off. "I can tell you the details but, don't want to bore you." says the warrior with a grin.

"Not much to tell. I was going to college for a diploma in Computer Science when I got stuck in here. I got the major wavered as I showed great skill in the area." says the warrior entering story hour mode. " An example of my skill would be, that I modified my NeverGear to let me play straight out of my dorm in America." says the warrior acting like it was something simple.  "I was going to be going to basic training in four months but, I clearly missed it." says the warrior as he takes another sip of his beer. "Anything else that you want to know?" asks the warrior, as he finished the quick rundown of what he was doing when he got stuck in the game.