Macradon

From Macradon’s quick guestimation, he took about 250-350 damage from the last couple of attacks with a small deviation because of his Battle Healing taking effect in somewhat random order compared to the hits. He would be able to survive those kinds of hits for quite a while with how much health he had, so taking hits wasn’t an issue for this knight. Belphegor would jump into the fray once again to chomp down on the enemies to make Macradon’s AoE hit harder and better and accompanied with his shining holy light would take out one of the soldiers. In his finishing motion from his sword art, Macradon managed to parry and dodge all of the incoming attack, easily letting his Battle Healing and Vampiric Proc take care of his sustain, he was getting closer to full health again, and he didn’t even need to focus on any healing or waste any thoughts on it.

- Health List -
< Macradon > 1699/1805 HP | 24 DMG | 77 MIT | 4 ACC | 1 EVA | 90 BHL | 180 VMP | 12 HLY | 36(21) FTH | 6 FRS | PHS | 74/189 NRG (+90)(+180)(+1)(+6)(-17)

< Dragon Knight 9 > 0/1000 HP | 264 DMG (-444)
< Dragon Knight 10 > 40/1000 HP | 264 DMG (-288)
< Dragon Knight 12 > 388/1000 HP | 264 DMG (-288)
< Dragon Knight 13 > 268/1000 HP | 264 DMG (-444)

- Loot -
48000 Col
18 T3 Mats
T3 Uncommon Consumable 181880b | 187718b
T3 Rare Weapon 181880a | 187718a
T3 Rare Trinket 181860 | 181863 | 181865
T3 Rare Armor/Shield 181879
T3 Perfect Consumable 181885b | 181885c
T3 Perfect Armor/Shield 181862a | 181885a
T3 Perfect Trinket 181862b
T3 Perfect Weapon 181883a | 181883b | 181883c

It didn’t take long for Cordelia to prepare another great bowl of ramen, handing it over the counter to her customer “Thanks a lot.” he said as he accepted his meal. “Round two, start!” he thought and began eating and listening to his companions. He would listen to Baldur’s reasoning, which was very sound, it did indeed house a lot of people there, as well as his guild.

“It felt very wholesome, kinda like a shrine or smaller community, you could feel how everyone who lived there felt at home, even if it was like a guild hall, it felt more like a guild home.” he said while slurping and chewing the noodles.

He knight kept slurping, getting so much salty broth with every chopstick-full hew of noodles. He listened to the chatter and would try to find the perfect time to interject, if he even had anything to say and not be occupied with eating noods. With Jomei making a small comment of retiring for a while, Macradon raised his head from the bowl, face covered in droplets of sweat, steam, and broth.

“Nhoht ah ahl” the knight said with his face full of noodles. He would inhale the mouthful and wipe his face clean again and tried his best to compose himself “Not at all. It isn’t selfish, you need to take care of yourself. The 23rd seemed to be my last raid as well … but I’ve begun training again, sparring with my friends, preparing for the 25th.” he said and sighed relieved after feeling the mouthful of noodles land in his digital stomach “Take your time to relax and enjoy your time with your partner, don’t rush things, the frontlines are always open when you want to join up again. At least I’ll let you join my party.” he said with a broad grin.

Bahr left a short comment to Macradon’s ramblings, but it was more than enough to make the knight smirk “And I hope we will all keep doing it.” he added as a closing statement.

Macradon nodded at Bahr and smiled “You’ve been more than a peer to me as well. Our shenanigans have been … quite pleasant to experience. I respect you as a comrade, a friend. At no point have I seen you as an apprentice, but more of another hope for the people I could catapult (or trebuchet) to the frontlines and help us all reach that final goal. Probably sounds like using you as a pawn, but that would imply I’m smart enough to strategize.” he said chortling lightly and added “I will take care and not dismiss any possibility of anyone’s downfall … I will be prepared.” he said and looked outside.

“It sure is … it sure is.”

He sat back up straight in his chair and gestured his hand to the waiter so he could pay for the two’s refreshments. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that you might’ve been interested in this?” he asked and quickly navigated through his inventory and withdrew some kind of runestone. Upon the stone was a crude depiction of the leveled up Cerberus boss, the etching glowing like lava in the stone. “You want it?” he asked and slid it over to Bahr.

Offering «Cerberus Etching» 

Current Level: 88
Current SP: 652
Link to SP Tracking: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wO26WcBdQHBwifd-BuYulYquxuA5CmFpK0ovslJzLQo/edit
Item Upgrades:

Notes:
Submitting the following item for re-evaluation:

• Character Name: Macradon
• Character Description: 
  • Age: 20 at the launch of SAO
  • Height: Midget (5'7'' / 175cm)
  • Hair: White
  • Eyes: Red
  • Hotel: Trivago
• Character Journal: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/621-macradon-the-imperial-topaz/

Yeet yeet yeet point oh

Reward choice: SP
Loot roll: #187499 || LD: 6 -> Orgoth's Legacy | Tier 4 Perfect Two Handed Straight Sword: BLIGHT | BURN | BLEED

As the battle had begun to slow down, even more enemies would rear their ugly appendages … if that mollusk even had any. Before the snaily thing even got a chance to advance to the battlefield, Freyd was quick to launch an AoE sword art to cover all monsters in his swing, elegantly taking out one of the fancy rave crabs while leaving both the snail and remaining crab lowered in health.

“I’m glad to see other well trained THSS users, I don’t really see a lot of those anymore, people have tended to go with more raw damage, or in actuality one niche over the others. Jack of All Trades doesn’t appeal to that many people.” he noted, mostly for himself but also as a compliment for the fellow Two Handed Straight Sword enjoyer. Macradon followed suit and swung his greatsword at his foes, cleaving into the disco crab but missing the mushy snail. The attack had seemingly fended the snail from entering any reach for attacks, keeping it at bay for now.

In the midst of battle, Freyd seemed to be distracted by something … someone … if it even was that anymore. Macradon had no time to think of anything else than the snail for now, focusing his defense against the slimy foe.

With clashing blows from both sides, it was finally over, the shadow’s health was finally reaching zero, they won.

Yeah right, if only it was so easy. The shadow lingered on, remaining chained to this plane of existence by the chains he had brought upon this battlefield. It was quite ironic, how those chains that pained him to such a state he wasn’t aware was possible in this game, would be the final stand between him and the shadow.

It was quite the melancholic feeling, like saying goodbye to a friend you made on a vacation, someone you might have had a few laughs with, but didn’t really know that much, might’ve even been with a lot of bad memories from it, but the fact that their journey together is being severed for good got Macradon to hesitate to follow through with the plan, but he couldn’t be selfish, shadow’s implication would mean that the rest of the floating castle was battling against an army as well, Macradon must end the suffering labour others are feeling, he can’t let his own emotions get the best of him.

The battlefield nearly flattened out as all parties somewhat paused for a short while, but before he even got to realize what was actually going on, people were already on the onslaught against shadow’s remaining minions and chains. “Can’t just sit back and do nothing, can I?” he muttered for himself and went into assault as well. With a quick Charge and route planning, Macradon cleaved through a whole bunch of enemies, finally arriving at @Bahr who was chained down, and with his ending parts of his Sword Art, Macradon severed what bound his friend to the ground in a near helpless state. “You’re welcome” he said with a grin and a chortle.

The final health bar had been breached, they were getting close to victory, so close to unlocking a new floor which seemed to start a new era. Bosses had gotten gradually more difficult as they ascended each floor, but this boss was on a different level. He heard of how much of an energy slog the last boss raid was, but this one hits differently, built different. Chase and Mari were quick to respond to the drop in the last health bar, quickly rushing in to make their mark on the boss.

Macradon chortled “Yeah … it was a first and last try for me. I’ll stop forever.” he smiled and readied his blade. “With the intervals of these horrors, another will spawn in a bit, if Jomei can attack after Hidden to grab hate instances, we might be able to better juggle their initial attacks!” the knight called out to his party, hoping they could figure something out.

With all that said, Macradon began his assault. His blade erupted in deep orange light as his Calamity Disaster activated once again, but unfortunately his attack wasn’t timed properly, his angle too steep, his distancing too far away, he barely even got close enough to the shadow, but missed the boss and cleaved into the shadow monstrosity in its solitude.

@Mari @Calrex

“Eyo Shadow dude!
Shackling us down with these chains
These heavy means to keep us away
Quite the endeavor and predicament you have placed us in,
Exceptionally rude.”

Macradon said while bobbing back and forth. He might not be caucasian, but his rap was straight plain flour. He chortled at his lesser diss towards the might 25th floor boss, and even though it was supposed to be the the boss to end them all, Macradon was doing all fine, his health was at max with help from Mari, his energy was doing A-OK with all his mean of recovery, all that was left was to keep his pace.

“Etymology
Like being frightened
One has to know what fear is
Show me what you got.”

Macradon muffled and straightened back up into a proper fighting stance and not a Soulja Boy wannabe rapper. “Alright, I’ve got the shadow horrors where I want them, I need someone to help me take down the first before another one spawns. The rest take care of the boss!” he called out to his party.

His smile would fade slightly as one of the strangers apologized to him “Oh? You don’t have to be sorry, most of these guys asked for it … literally. I should be apologizing for taking them away from possible rehabilitation. No one should apologize to me for what I’ve done other than me, no one should take the responsibility for my actions other than me. I’ll just make do with the promises I’ve made, especially to this guy here, he trusted me more than I trusted myself, so I gotta live up to the ideal he saw me as.” Macradon said and readjusted his smile to keep his cheer up. He lightly caressed the monument besides Draigo’s name, remembering for what he had done leading up to their quarrel.

“Of all the names I’m attached to, I’m mostly sorry about Dagger_Guy over here” he said and pointed at a name not too far from Draigo “I had him in custody, but I got caught up in emotions, he could’ve still been here if it wasn’t for me, he could’ve been safe, people could’ve been safe from him.” he sighed and turned his smile into a light frown “But things don’t always turn out for the best. The entire monument here is a testament to that.” he added and gazed over the entire wall of names.

Macradon chuckled “The chaos can be quite fun from time to time. I just like to set up, I usually roam alone, so any false steps with my guard lowered can really get me into a sticky wicket” he said with a bright smile “But I’ll make do with what I got!” he added and continued with his battle stances. Freyd seemed to really enjoy this battle, either because he had someone to fight with, or he just enjoyed stupid crab puns, oh well, reject humanity evolve to crab, or whatever the cool kids say.

Right after Freyd, the knight followed with his shining sword. Deep orange engulfed his sword as he threw off yet another Calamity Disaster, only to be changed out with a bright holy white glow that cleaved through the crab and snail as if they were butter, especially the one darting towards him adding onto the momentum of his attack. “I guess you could conclude that these weird critters are the source of all that trouble …” Macradon said as he finished his sword art, ending in the middle of the fray having both of his flanks open for the squidsnailthingamajig and the bejazzled crab.

Macradon chortled “I’d still call myself a newbie, even if I have the highest skill point count. There is much to learn from every possible scenario in planning, executing, and handling boss raids. I’d for the most part just say “follow the leader, whomever that might be”. We’ve gotten quite the handful of great tacticians, and all I’ve been good at was being a figurehead spearheading into every fight with force, waiting for orders like a good soldier. From my start on the frontlines to where I am now, I don’t think much of me has changed other than my sheer force.”

When my shitposting becomes a community thing

Chains, those darn chains getting in the way of everything. Macradon was shocked that he had to face those wretched things again, they weren’t pleasant to be the target of, nor were they pleasant to be reminded of, but that’s probably what the labyrinth battle was all about, foreshadowing what shadow was capable of. It was like rorschach just wanted to toy around with him, chaining his friends while leaving him behind to take care of those pesky horrific creatures of shadow amalgamation. He tried to shake off the impending feeling of dread and doom, but it kept creeping up his spine, just waiting to happen.

Biting down and gritting his teeth, Macradon rushed up to the shadow horrors and the boss to unleash his Calamity Disaster upon them. With swift movements Macradon easily cleaved into his targets, but the damage was miniscule, and with two shadow horrors up, it didn’t help him much “Ok, tanking one was no problem, but two, that’s a no go. I really need some help taking out one of these horrors please, the rest target the boss!” he called out to his party.

With focus still pinned down onto him, Macradon did not raise his voice more than needed. Howl would be a waste, since no one were really going at the horror thingy blob for now, all focus was needed on the shadow for the time being. He wasn’t too sure what this shadow horror in front of him was capable of, but with the lesser attack it dealt, Macradon wasn’t afraid of it unless it got some weird super power like multiplying or phase. “Alright people. I think I can hold this horror at bay, keep focus on the shadow, those with AoE help me whittle down this horror if you have the energy to spare!” he called out to his party and with that notion he went in with another attack. His first attack was a single target hit on that Rorshac thing, but an AoE would do the trick of keeping their focus onto him while contributing with chip damage.

“Oh, a familiar request. I don’t see those too often. Guess this doesn’t have to go to waste then.” the knight thought for himself as he spotted the poster on the board. He ruffled through his inventory to see if he still had those event drops, they could be a tremendous help for the beginners that could get a great head start with familiars. 

He would send over a message to the guy

Quote

“Hey, saw your poster on the PRB.
I’ve got a few things that might come in handy, pay what you can afford, don’t spend too much time thinking whether it’s worth it or not.
- Macradon”

He attached a location as well and would take care of the transaction if the person were to meet up. When the two would meet, Macradon would send over an extra item “Don’t mention it, you’re better off with it than I am.” he said and sent over the items.

Items sent:

Looking over at the gesture location Freyd pointed, Macradon would gaze over its vicinity and see for himself. Debris and aftermath from the great crystal like invasion that just seemed to happen out of nowhere during that festival, seems like the floor had taken a heavy toll under the siege. The knight did not have any time to respond to the theories before Freyd leapt off towards what seemed to be the cause to what was going on here. He quickly let go of the chains in his left hand and rushed up to the fight, Belphegor reacted as its chains were left dangling and howled with all three of its heads igniting its body’s flame and came rushing up to its master’s side.

With a quick movement, Macradon went into stance as he got close enough to some kind of crustacean invading the area, Belphegor leapt into battle and restrained three of the beings that had shown up while Macradon executed his sword art. Feral swings would cleave into the crustaceans as if they were made of butter, his sword gleamed in bright holy white as his Holy enhancements would do their job, tearing through the non-existent crustacean armor as the blade seemingly tore through the digital fabric of their very being. “A quick heads up would help me prepare some more for this.” he exclaimed jokingly as his sword art concluded, leaving none of targeted crustaceans behind.

He chuckled at the light remarks, even though he wasn’t sure if he should. The situation was already tense before his arrival, his shitty antics didn’t seem to really make them all converge on him as a common enemy, and nor did this jokester’s calls diffuse much tension. Looking around him, it seemed it wasn’t one big gathering, but rather a conjunction of lesser gatherings, possibly solo excursions, that just seemed to get muddled up together with people perhaps a bit too eager to act cutthroat. “I ain’t gonna be mediator in this shit, but I’d still want some popcorn if any more drama fusses up.” he thought for himself and looked back to the name “You and your guild will not be forgotten. Perhaps by the people, but the remembrance of you will stay with me forever” he mumbled.

“Have you tried killing someone first?” he asked out to mr jokester @Recon “That’s a great way to start suffering, you’ll probably feel pain when your victims nearest catch wind, and you’ll find friends in people who consider your victim their common enemy.” he added as a joke, trying to see if he could continue the escapades of shitty puns.

Entering the cavernous underground by tunnel was different to experience compared to other caves he had been in, and walking down here in an effort to collect himself was possibly only a subconscious response for his curiosity, he wanted to explore like back in the good ol days when he wasn’t plagued with the tasks and responsibilities that came with the frontlines. Exiting the tunnel, the knight scoured the field, spotting a cowled figure not too far from him. He wasn’t exactly sure who or what this figure was, but held up his guard high and grabbed the hilt of his sword, just to be sure.

A relieved sigh escaped the lips of Macradon as that figure revealed itself to be Freyd, another, another comrade, not that he’d known him for long or really interacted much with the man, but everything starts somewhere. He nodded and waved his alabaster hair up and down “Aye, it’s me alright.” he replied with a smile and began approaching “Freyd, Whisper in Shadows, good to see you.

Well to be honest, I didn’t really think I’d be venturing down here either, but something irked me in the side, and really just wanted to explore the area.” he said and stretched his arms around “but if there are townsfolk I can help by beating things up, I’ll gladly help” he added with a broad smile and drew his sword, holding it down to his side in a fool’s guard. “I haven’t really followed any tracks of anything destructive, have you seen anything?”

< Parry Activated >

< Macradon > 1805/1805 HP || 189/189 NRG || 23 DMG || 137 MIT || 2 EVA || 5 ACC || 180 VOF || 12 HLY || 90 BH || PHASE || 36(21) Frost THR || 6(2 turn) Freeze DoT || 6 REC || PARRY

Post #2

A lot had happened on this floor, so much chaos in a near instant could be heard at the time. He was there, he wasn’t prepared to fight, but he had to follow his duties as a soldier, as a knight for the weaker. The ironclad knight roamed Coral once again, it wasn’t a place he would visit too often, but he needed some reminiscing of his past, even if it was the recent past. “I can’t stray further from my path any longer. I can’t hide what had happened, I can’t run from what had happened. I thought, I really wished, that I had accepted the murders that took place in front of me, but I guess that didn’t really come to fruition.”

With each step the knight took on the path, the slight echo could be heard in the nearby surroundings as his metal armor clang, ringing out the distinct notice that a plated individual was in the vicinity. He was quite the display, coming all the way up here to the 22nd floor from his humble abode on the first. Leashed by chains was his familiar, stuck onto his left hand tangling the chains for the best grip, can’t have a cerberus run wild in a city.

Words has gotten out, a multitude of players had reached what seemed to be the soft level cap for now. 88. Quite the number when you think about it, the elite of the elite. “I’ve come far … let’s not make this for naught.” he mumbled and went out into the caverns to collect himself.

< Hearty Seafood Soup consumed >
< Carrot Sauerkraut consumed >
< Protein Powder consumed >
< Titan's Strength consumed >

< Macradon > 1805/1805 HP || 189/189 NRG || 23 DMG || 137 MIT || 2 EVA || 5 ACC || 180 VOF || 12 HLY || 90 BH || PHASE || 36(21) Frost THR || 6(2 turn) Freeze DoT || 6 REC

Stats

Spoiler

Macradon The Imperial Topaz	Level: 88
Stats	HP: 1805 NRG: 189 ACC: 5 EVA: 2 DMG: 23 MIT: 137 REC: 6 FRT: 36(21) FRZ: 6(2 turns) VMP: 180
Equipped Items	- Blade of the Bloody Dictator // +12 Holy, Phase, 180 Vampiric Offensive - Silverlight ................ // +72 Mitigation, +36 Frost Thorns, +6 Freeze Damage - Templar's Necklace ......... // +6 Recovery, +2 Accuracy - Belphegor: Fighting Familiar // +9 Damage
Battle Ready Inventory	- Teleportation Crystal ...... // Teleports the user to a designated location - Empty inventory slot ....... // - Empty inventory slot ....... // - Empty inventory slot ....... // - Empty inventory slot ....... // - Dimensional backpack - Empty inventory slot ..... //
Buffs	- Rested ..................... // -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat. - Filling .................... // Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slots. - Relaxed .................... // Increase Out of Combat HP regen by 15(5 * Tier) HP and decrease full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat posts. - Col Deposit ................ // +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests. - Damage Mitigation .......... // +45 Damage Mitigation (Hearty Seafood Soup) - Accuracy ................... // +2 Accuracy (Carrot Sauerkraut) - Evasion .................... // +1 Evasion (Carrot Sauerkraut) | +1 Evasion (Filling) - Protein .................... // +1 Base Damage, -15 Damage Mitigation (Protein Powder) - Damage ..................... // +3 Base Damage (Titan's Strength)
Skills & Mods	- Two-Handed Straight Sword .. || Rank 5: +7 Damage. - - Precision ................. // +1 Accuracy. - - Ferocity .................. // +1 Damage. - - Finesse ................... // Rank 3: Decrease Energy Cost of attacks by 3. - Heavy Armor ................ || Rank 5: +35 Damage Mitigation. - - Athletics ................. // +1 Damage, +45 Health. - Searching .................. || Rank 5: +5 Loot Die, +5 Stealth Detection. - - Reveal .................... // +2 LD when searching for dungeons and labyrinths. You may also search for a sub-dungeon or labyrinth every 15 posts (instead of 20). - - Tracking .................. // Allows the user to track previously-encountered monsters, NPCs, or other players. Negates all bonuses to the target's Stealth Rating. After tracking, your first attack against the trackedcreature cannot miss. Cannot be used in combat. - Battle Healing ............. || Rank 5: Heal 90(5%) each post In-Battle. - Fighting Spirit ............ || +1 Hate generation. - Hiding ..................... || Rank 5: +5 Stealth Rating. - - Vanish .................... // Use in combat post action to stealth. Free action in combat to stealth if target has been slain. - - Surprise Attack ........... // Cannot miss from stealth. +3(1 * Tier) damage on first attack. - Extended Mod Limit ......... || Rank 3: +3 Mod slots. - Parry ...................... || Reduce incoming damage by 50%(rounded down). - - Justified Riposte ......... // Stun attacker for 1 turn. - Energist ................... || Add 15(5 * Tier) Energy to your max pool. - Charge ..................... || Rank 5: +5 on initial hit. - Howl ....................... || Adds +2 Hate each against up to 4 targets. - - Focused Howl .............. // Adds +4 Hate against a single target. - Disguise ................... || +1 EVA for one turn. - Survival ................... || Heal 45 HP when our of battle. - Familiar Mastery: Fighter .. || Rank 3: +9(Tier * Rank) Damage. - Meditation ................. || Recover 15(5 * Tier) energy with post action. Reduced to 10(2 x Tier) energy if you are hit before your next round.

His attack didn’t have much impact, nor did it really do much for his party as a whole when that shadow spawn tomfoolery arrived out of nowhere, mauling at a target seemingly at random. Macradon didn’t have enough time to actually intercept the attack, and to his detriment, Hidden was hit by the shadowy beast. “Shit!” the knight exclaimed, quickly pointing his blad towards the shadow beast “If you need someone to munch on, come and get me!” he roared out and activated his howl, covering both rorschach and the shadow thing. Orgoth was still going strong, delivering heavy blows to the shadow with his axes, the force of which Macradon had never seen before. What also seemed to be going on was a slightly weakened shadow after being smashed by Orgoth like that.

“I’ll try to howl them down, the rest of you go smack them into oblivion! Try to focus down the big bad boi for now, I’ll just keep this weird dog at bay for now! Orgoth’s attack had some effect on the boss, so let’s take advantage of that, how hard can the shadow thing hit?” he called out to his party with a slightly sarcastic tone at the end.

Stats

One of the familiar faces that acknowledged the clown’s entrance into the ring was Alkor. Macradon didn’t know the man very well, but he knew that there were connections between him and Mari, they had only met briefly at occasion, so familiar and familiar, it was probably more like a known face than actually familiar with the owner of that face. He flashed a smile, nodded at @Alkor, and went on with his business. With the few steps leading up to the monument, Macradon went to the top of the list, very close to the start of the list in alphabetical order, there was the first slain Macradon truly regretted.

«Draigo»
Player-Killed by Macradon.

It wasn’t his proudest appearance on a slate, and it wasn’t his first nor last on this monument. Remembrance to the fallen, Requiem of Aldhyn, words he had taken closer to him after what he did to that “guild” if you could’ve called that ragtag motley crew a guild. “I’m sorry Draigo, I shouldn’t have, you were more worthy to be here and lead the troops than me. I’m merely a bunch of numbers bunched up to the highest gauges, you had charisma, you could’ve moved mountains … if only you weren’t all that gungho on replicating that other murderer …” he muttered as he slowly grazed the monument at Draigo’s section.

He glanced to the left and right, he knew exactly where the other names were, their exact position, it had become second nature to him, to ask for forgiveness, not from the souls he had cast away, but to their families, their loved ones, the ones that will truly experience grief now that a life was taken away before they had the chance to repent.

He looked around the chamber, many people were gathered today for no seemingly obvious reason. Every other time Macradon had seen anyone else in this room was when he had to show people what he had done, for them to understand why he acted as he did. Zandra, Mari, Baldur, Bahr, all people he had to converse with, try to level with them. But here today, many others had shown up, it was like a party, well, not that great of a party, but at least the clown had arrived. But just as the clown had entered the ring, people were leaving the circus. “Guess I really killed the mood with this ancient joke again.” he thought to himself and chuckled. He would stand in anyone’s way and took a step to the side if the man were to exit.

He couldn’t blame them for judging Macradon for his shitty behaviour, he was just compensating, but for what? He wasn’t really sure himself. His crazy antics were nothing but a facade, those that have seen his worst know that this cheery goofy person is just struggling like everyone else stuck in this hellhole. “Looks like I killed the mood in here, if it wasn’t already dead before I entered …” he said “Add that to the monument then … not like it’ll make a big difference.” he added and walked up to the monument, looking for Draigo once again.

Thing were moving by Macradon fast, it was done before he even noticed, as if he was slowly losing connection to reality around him. He seemingly dozed off for a short second “Is this the fatigue … the actual reason I had to temporarily retire last raid? Am I finally feeling the drawbacks from all this fighting .. all this high intensity movement? He would try to shake it off as Orgoth freed himself and the Shadow finally got targetable. He would chuckle at @ChaseR and nod “Aye, I’ll fight for now and let’s see what he’ll do against us!” he said and rushed into the battle. With a swift movement, Macradon crashed into the dapper shadow with his sword, cleaving a small wound into the being. He would click his tongue and withdraw shortly “My damage ain’t cutting, gotta let the damage dealers do their job, perhaps I’ll just stand back and howl again.” he thought for himself and prepared a howl.