Vyrtew

Alchemist Rank 3

ID: 69452 CD: 12 (11 + 1 CD)
Item: Damage Potion
Item Type: Status Effect Potion
Quality: Perfect
Tier: 2
Enhancement: +6 DMG
Description: A bubbling orange liquid.

ID: 69455 CD: 9 (8 + 1 CD) – Uncommon
Item: Damage Mitigation Potion
Item Type: Status Effect Potion
Quality: Uncommon
Tier: 2
Enhancement: +18 DMG MIT
Description: A still orange liquid with silver threads.

The blackened flasks in front of him made the boy grit his teeth in anger. He’d not heard a word from the red head player killer in days. Suddenly he had got a message through from her asking for a couple of potions. Not just asking demanding! Sweeping his arm to the side he sends the vials flying cracking against the wall of his shop. “I’ll kill her.” He mutters angrily bringing his fist down onto the table. As he stared at the wall. Walking around to another work bench where he has a few vials merrily bubbling away, small puffs of smoke coming out of the tops of them. The white haired boy begins to fiddle around with them slowly adjusting the temperature and the volumes of the liquids as he crafted his items for the day. As the system took holding creating his masterpieces for him the boy sighs. Another day, he had slaved away for the pker.

ID: 69452 CD: 12 (11 + 1 CD)
Item: Damage Potion
Item Type: Status Effect Potion
Quality: Perfect
Tier: 2
Enhancement: +6 DMG
Description: A bubbling orange liquid.

ID: 69453 CD:  7 (6 + 1 CD) - Good

ID: 69455 CD: 9 (8 + 1 CD) – Uncommon
Item: Damage Mitigation Potion
Item Type: Status Effect Potion
Quality: Uncommon
Tier: 2
Enhancement: +18 DMG MIT
Description: A still orange liquid with silver threads.

ID: 69456 CD:  6 (5 + 1 CD) - Good

ID: 69457 CD: 1 – Crit Fail

5 Materials Used, 21 EXP Gained

The white haired boy gritted his teeth as he looked at Tagas. The health plummeting as Teayre cut him, taunting the boss. Baldur kept his attack simple the blue samurai striking out slicing through. “I can’t keep up…” Then words reached the young teen’s ears.

"Stun it Vyrtew! Use a stun attack, it doesn't matter how much or little damage you do!"

Even after fire began to fall around him those words rang in his head. What was he to do? Listen to Baldur’s advice? Glancing down the white haired boy spots the teleport crystal in his hand. “If it doesn’t die after Baldur attacks then…” Swallowing he let his sword art activate. The small quick blade of his dagger digging into Tagas repeatedly. Hitting several vital spots that would stop the boss that, he, Syn, Baldur, and Teayre faced, from moving. If only Emblem was here… Perhaps they could have made him tank.

ID:  68760 BD: 10 (Nat) [+2 DMG] CD: 1 LD: 3 MD: 8

Armor Pierce used: 3 * 1 = 1 DMG

Tagas The Corrupted: HP 310/650 | 155 DMG | 65 MIT 1 DMG Taken[Stunned]

[H:1] Baldur:  120/120 EN: 15/30
[H:1] Vyrtew: 36/36 EN: 4/9 (+1/-4)
[H:0] Syn: 36/36 EN: 9/9 (Safeguard)
[H:1] Teayre: 182/189 HP EN: 29/46

The white haired boy gave a small growl of frustration. His sister had fallen to her knees. He glanced down at her shaking his head, a small tut coming from his lips. The red head who had brought them along made the next move. She did a basic attack to Tagas, enough to inflict a small amount of damage. His head gripped around his dagger, slipping slightly. “Come on Vyrtew.” He commands himself. His legs begin to wobble for a moment. “Is this it then?” His eyes wide with horror as he watched the two higher level players simple wait for the boss to corrupt. “Teayre. Baldur.” Vyrtew managed to say. Turning his head to the side facing the floor. “They can’t be trusted. Adults never can.” Letting out a quick huff, he jumps past them slashing Tagas across the chest with his dagger. The armour that the courrupted angel was wearing was almost too much for the teen to break through however he managed it. Just.

ID: 67897 BD: 6 CD: 7  LD: 15

[H:0] Teayre: 171/189 HP EN: 37/46
[H:0] Baldur:  120/120 EN: 26/30 (no action taken)
[H:1] Vyrtew: 36/36 EN: 7/9 
[H:0] Syn: 36/36 EN: 9/9 (Safeguard)

Tagas The Corrupted: HP 649/650 | 155 DMG | 65 MIT 

His sister was in tears, Vyrtew couldn’t control the twitching of his lips as it brought a smile to his lips. “Really Baldur? You refuse to gamble needlessly with life?”  Vyrtew ran a hand through his hair for a moment, “Life is all about gambles. All about risk. Even at thirteen I know that.” He called to the man. A flash of blue caught his eye and Vyrtew raised a hand catching the teleport crystal that Teayre had thrown at him. “What?” Glaring at the red head he was about to chase after her when he stopped raising the crystal he activates it shouting the following. “Teleport, Angel’s-“ Stopping mid-sentence Vyrtew cancels the activation of the crystal. “As if I’m just going to run away! You’d like that wouldn’t you… Proving I’m weak, proving I’m not Worthing anything.” Gritting his teeth the boy runs in towards Tagas his dagger at his side he goes to slam it into the angel’s throat however he trips up over one of the pews.

His sister, she copied what used to be one of his habits. As he was about to retort she cut him off. “Seriously?” He says to her. Narrowing his eyes the boy glares at his sister. “As usual you’re being a know it all Syn. Shut up, no-one cares.” Turning he looks at Baldur, about to put his foot in it when Teayre asks a very straight up question. “What colour coffin would you like?” The white haired boys jaw drops. “C-coffin?” He asks looking at the red head confused. “Why would I want a coffin?” he replies, falling silent for a second as he ponders the question. “Purple. It’s the best color there is.” Vyrtew states. “Although what will we do if you -do- miss Teayre? I mean you’re not perfect. There is the chance that you won’t hit.” Smirking he glances at the party members around him. “Not one of them is any good really.”

Vyrtew had made it up finally with Baldur, the cool and calm voice sending a shiver down his spine. “Whatever.” The white haired teen says to the man, as he settles down next to the door to the chapel. “So just kill, kill and kill right?” Laughing the boy kicks a bit of wood that lay on the floor in the graveyard that they had decided to convene in. “Honestly, I don’t get what is so hard about this.” He kept going on. “It’s not like anything can touch us.” He chuckled before twirling his dagger. “I say we charge in now and kill it before it wakes up." His voice was taunting again. “Come on just react. Try and kill me. I don’t care if I’m a much lower level than you. I won’t give up.” He scowled at Teayre watching her movement waiting for her to make the first move. He wanted to the fight. He was ready.

His sister began to rip into him. Her voice shrieking in his ears. “Face out of my butt?” The boy gripped his dagger tightly. “You have no idea what I do for you Syn?” His nostril's flared. “I get it. You just want to be dolled on by Emblem don't you? Let that blonde boy give you everything and then cut him off.” Vyrtew growled back. Suddenly his head was flung forwards. Turning he looks at Teayre. “That pair of you. Cut it out now.” “Cut what out?!” Vyrtew retorted before she continued. “Really? You'll just abandon us here? Right now?” The white haired boy goaded her as he spots a glistening from the corner of his eye. Baldur had slain the boss. Turning he looks at the man, his lips thin. “What?” Vyrtew challenges him, “We're safe. We aren't dead. So why can't we discuss things?”

Shrugging at his sister’s comments Vyrtew sighs. “I’ll deal with you later Syn. Just grow up for now… Or at least try to.” He snapped, his voice sharp. “This is a boss fight and she’s just mucking about.” Looking at her momentarily as Baldur rushes past him the boy turns to watch what the samurai would do. A single strike, causing a strangled cry of pain from the boss. Teayre followed that up with a series of strikes of her own. “My turn.” The boy whispers before running in his dagger flashing as he made another four cuts dealing minimal damage to the boss. “Damnit. Syn are you going to be useful?” He says as he returns to where his sister is waiting. Glaring at her again he turns and sits down resting his back against the wall, the rest of his energy virtually depleted. “Baldur, hope you can finish it.” He mumbles

ID: 66310 BD: 8 (7 + 1 ACC) CD: 5 LD: 14 MD: 12

Fad Edge used 4 x 3 = 12 DMG

Demonic Cult Leader: 148/780 (stunned)
DMG: 91 base per hit.

[H:2] Teayre: 131/189 EN: 23/46
[H:1] Vyrtew: 36/36 EN: 2/9 (1 Regen, 4 used)
[H:0] Syn: 36/36 EN: 9/9
[H:1] Baldur:  120/120 EN: 17/30

Looking at Baldur for a moment Vyrtew nods, before turning flicking his dagger out of his sheathe. As he followed the crimson maiden into the boss room the white haired boy held back slightly. The girl darted straight in her blade cutting the boss, but not before the blue veined man made his mark on the girl, she was nearly into the yellow zone as he watched her battle healing skill raise her health bar slightly. Sighing in frustration he watched as the girl led the boss away from them. Running over to behind his blade ready he lets his strongest sword art out cutting into the boss four times. Jumping back he looks at Baldur then at Syn before returning his eyes to the boss. “Guess I need to get stronger.” Turning to his sister he nods at her, “Your turn Syn. Go out there and stop being a crybaby for once in your life.”

D: 66275 BD: 6 (5+ 1 ACC) CD: 11 LD: 18 MD: 1

Fad Edge used. (3 * 4 = 12 DMG)

Demonic Cult Leader: 540/780 
DMG: 91 base per hit.

[H:1] Teayre: 120/189 EN: 34/46
[H:1] Vyrtew: 36/36 EN: 5/9
@Syn : 36/36 EN: 9/9
Baldur:  120/120 EN: 30/30

The man in front of him, Baldur. He tried to help him why? Vyrtew couldn't work it out. His face was puffed red from his explosion. How would he make this up to Syn? He gulped and turned to her as she began to speak, however she shook her head and turned around. “Syn! Grow up for crying out loud!” He calls after her.
Taking the second potion he takes a long draught from it. His health bar refilling rapidly. “I guess it's time for us to face the boss?” He asks Baldur smiling at the man. “Look. Can we... After this, can I?” He kept stuttering never quite saying what he wanted to say, looking up at the large player his eyes wide before shutting them. “Never mind... It's stupid.” Vyrtew said at the last moment. Before following his sister forwards, keeping a few paces behind her as he clutched his dagger close to his chest. Glaring up at Teayre as he past her.

As the boy stepped towards the red head, a blue figure interposed on his vision. Stopping suddenly he glares up at the man. “A deep breath? CALM DOWN?!” He started to shout, “You think it's that simple?!” Turning he found a couple of bottles being shoved into his hands. Before a voice whispered into his ear. “If you ever do something that stupid again, I will personally kill you myself.” His sister took a step back as he took a swig of the first potion. “Shut up Syn. You always do whatever you like, you never think of other. You're just a selfish, spoilt brat.” Huffing heavily the boy turns back to Baldur. “You don't understand.” Raising a finger he points at the departing figure of Teayre. “She's working us like a sweat shop. Making us make items for her. I regret that I ever left the safety of the Town of Beginnings...” The boy’s fists were clenched, his knuckles the same colour as his hair.

19/32 Health

He had been ignored. The red head telling him to shut it. His hand gripped around the hilt of his dagger even as his sister helped him to his feet. The boy clicked his neck rolling it from side to side across the back. Before running his hand through the silvery white hair. “I guess this is it…” He murmurs before stepping forwards. “If we can die at any time Teayre. THEN KILL ME NOW. Let me out of this game. LET ME OUT OF THIS HELL!”

The boy was breathing heavily in and out of his mouth. “Syn. I’m sorry.” His eyes flicked up for a brief moment looking at his health bar. “I’m only on three health, you wouldn’t even have to raise your finger to kill me. So what are you waiting for red?” Tears began to stream down his cheeks. “Baldur, whatever this… This woman does let her, this is my choice. Don’t seek to avenge me.” Swallowing he steps towards Teayre “Are you just going to run away?”

The white haired boy was sat at the table as the blonde boy came into the shop. “What’s my problem?” he growls at Emblem. “You.” Turning his head the teen slaps his hand down onto the table causing the few pots on there to chink together. Nostrils flaring, he glares back. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes a few times he turns his head away with a small hmph. “If you really want to know. It’s how you act around -my- sister.”

As Vyrtew emphasied the word ‘my’ a waitress appeared with his drink. Taking it he gesture’s for another one for Emblem. The drink arrives promptly. Both green teas, both of them piping hot. “I challenge you to drink the hot tea quicker than me. If you can, then I’ll back off a little bit about Syn. Unless I think you’re hurting her…” The white haired boy glowered over his cup, licking his lips.

(We’ll roll to determine the amount of time it takes each of us to drink the Green Tea. LD / BD = time taken to drink) @Emblem

The flash of white crossed Vyrtew’s eyes as Baldur shot in front of him. Reaching out a hand the white haired boy grasped at the thin air before falling backwards. His eyes falling shut. A slithering voice reached the boy’s ears. The red head was threatening Baldur. Vyrtew’s eyes glaze over Teayre in horror as she threatens the man who had saved him. His sister suddenly appeared at his side, turning his head he nods in thanks. Slowly getting to his feet Vyrtew steps forwards. “Teayre, he saved me…” Swallowing he looks the girl in the eyes, “He saved me so why are you being like this?” Tears had begun to form in Vyrtew’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks. “I nearly died, yet he ­-SAVED- me.” Vyrtew called out to the red head his words pleading with her as he once again fell to his knees. Glancing up towards Baldur, Vyrtew opened his mouth before closing it. “I’m sorry.”

Shooting Emblem another glare Vyrtew stands brushing himself down, “Just shut it blondie.” He said his words filled with loathing. Turning he raises a hand “See you.” With that the boy walks out of the garden and around to a small café settling down inside, in the shade. “Finally… Some peace.” He mutters to himself, “Seriously that Emblem he is a right pain.” Looking up he spotted a waitress coming over towards him, raising a hand he snapped his fingers twice. Several players within the café looked at him. Some were glowering. Shrugging indifferently, the white haired boy placed his order with the waitress before leaning back letting his eyes close.

As he entered the safe zone Vyrtew slowed down, his fists were clenched as he went moved through to the merchant’s area. Stepping underneath the overhang of a pagoda he presses his back to the wall, huffing. A sudden deluge of rain begins hammering down. Turning the white haired boy moves to door pressing against it. He steps inside to find a bar filled with elves. A loud noisy rabble. Moving between the crowds he finds a table at the side and he slumps down behind it hiding behind a menu as his eyes flicked from the drinks and food that they had on offer to the door.

Stealth Rating: 10

“Syn… What the?” The boy asks as his sister darts in alongside him smacking the mob across the face. The mob turned facing the boy its free hand flexing. Vyrtew started to back up slowly standing against the wall he waves his hands in front of him. “No. No. No Syn No!” The blade came cutting down across his chest, his face, his neck, his arms, his legs. Again and again he was struck, his health bar ticking down exceedingly quickly the boys hand scrambled for his dagger. Looking down to the ground he found that he had dropped it. Gasping he feel to his knees. “Someone… Help.”

ID: 64444 BD: 5 (4 + 1 ACC) CD: 1 LD: 13 MD: 10 (Nat)

Vyrtew: 1/36 EN: 4/9 (1 Regen, 2 Used for missing) 35 DMG Dealth (33 Standard + 2 Crit)
Syn: 36/36 EN: 8/9
Young Crazed Human: 50/52 13 MIT (Mob not floor level)

Alchemist Rank 3

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ID: 64439 CD: 11 (10 + 1 CD) – Rare

Item:  Health Potion
Item Type: Potion
Quality: Rare
Enhancement: Restores 20 health. Requires a post action to use.
Description: A glass vial, inside a small drop of red liquid that tastes of salt.

Hunkering down over the steaming flasks Vyrtew begins his crafts for the day by chopping several different herbs and mixing them in a bowl. Transferring them to his mortar and pestle the boy sticks his tongue out as he begins to grind them down. They had been dried previously now he needed them to be a dust. As the minutes past the grinding became much slower until his arm fell taking the pestle to the ground. Sighing he transfers the ingredients into a vial and heats them slowly letting the mixture bubble away.

ID: 64439 CD: 11 (10 + 1 CD) – Rare

Item:  Health Potion
Item Type: Potion
Quality: Rare
Enhancement: Restores 20 health. Requires a post action to use.
Description: A glass vial, inside a small drop of red liquid that tastes of salt.

ID: 64440 CD: 5 (4 + 1 CD) – Bad Item – LD: 13 – Mat not Salvaged

ID: 64441 CD: 4 (3 + 1 CD) – Bad Item – LD: 15 – Mat Salvaged

ID: 64442 CD: 4 (3 + 1 CD) – Bad Item – LD: 9 - Mat Not Salvaged

ID: 64443 CD: 3 (2 + 1 CD) – Fail

5 Materials Used, 1 Material gained. 14 EXP Gained

Vyrtew walked quietly alongside Syn before slipping ahead of her for a second and jumping up. A scream. He turned spotting a mob. The health was much higher than he had expected. Gritting his teeth he darts in, dagger flicks forwards towards his strongest sword art taking effect as it slashes towards the mob. “Leave this one to me.” The white haired boy calls, “I’ll take it out.” A bead of sweat began to roll down his head as he started to and froing with the mob.

ID: 64191 BD: 6 (5 + 1 ACC) CD: 11 LD: 2 MD: 4 (5 - 1 EVA)
Vyrtew: 36/36 EN: 5/9 Fad Edge (4 Energy) (3 * 4) = 12 DMG

Young Crazed Human: 51/52 13 MIT

His potions laid out in front of him Vyrtew sighs, he hadn’t been able to provide the best haul. “Sorry they’re not the best tasting… Or the best quality.” He mutters, watching as his sister offered to do what she did best. Find things. The boy shook slightly his joints all making a loud audible pop in unison. Letting out a slight gasp he falls to his knees. “I’m… I’m okay.” Suddenly a pair of arms were around his neck and a voice was quiet in his ear, “I trust you.” His twin. The person he valued more than anyone else had told him, she trusted him. Pushing himself back to his feet Vyrtew gazes around for a moment. “I’m all set, I think.”

Watching his sister act in a way he hadn’t seen before cause Vyrtew to grit his teeth together. “Teayre.” he growled his hand reaching for his dagger. The red head’s words echoed in the back of his mind for a moment. “She’s accepted my challenge. Now’s not the time, I’d barely scratch her at the moment.” Swallowing he looked her in the eyes, “Sorry.” Drawing the dagger at his belt he crouches low for a moment before letting his sword art take affect. Shooting forwards the blade guides him. “Come on hit this thing, let’s take it down.” He missed.

ID: 64184 BD: 5 (4 + 1 ACC) CD: 1 LD: 13 MD: 9
Syn: 36/36 EN: 8/9

Vyrtew: 36/36 EN: 7/9

Nepent Variant: 14/15

His eyes darting between the two higher level players Vyrtew looks at his sister as a party invite appears on his screen. Swallowing he accepts it. “I’ll see what potions I’ve got.” He mutters opening his menu. His hand moving as it selects his shop inventory. “Here.” He says placing a single safeguard potion and health potion into the pile. Looking at Teayre and then to Syn. “Let’s get this done as quickly as possible.” His fingers gently running along the trim of his dagger he meets the red head’s eyes. “So to get this straight, we either heal him, kill him easy mode, or kill him hard mode. With killing him ‘hard’ mode giving the best rewards?”

Rare T1 Health Potion - Restores 20 Health

Safeguard Potion