Corvo

Panic. Discord. Terror. The mighty advantage of mass confusion was a powerful tool when in the hands of a strategist. Unfortunately, the line between tactical genius and psychopath blurred in Corvo, who's sheer and blinding rage caused him to lash out and maim the ship itself. Whether or not it had done a fine job of breaking the enemy ranks up or sowing confusion was irrelevant. What mattered was that someone was going to fucking pay for spoiling his wine. He fell unceremoniously through the floor that buckled beneath the force and weight of his strike, spinning through and landing

Some time before... "Black Tie." Corvo leered down at the message with a curt shake of his head. "Thanks for doing literally what the game forced you to do, lets celebrate." What a concept! It was like the AI wanted to give them the realest experience possible, throwing them into the fire and then treating them as heroes, creating the ideal setting to exacerbate the already rampant Stockholm Syndrome. And now, the machine brain wanted to treat them like VIPs in the real world. "Ties are for old guys," he announced to no one in particular as he made a snap decision about what to

He caught the crystal deftly as it was thrown, despite not knowing what it was. He didn't glance at the menu prompt to find out, either. The words that this woman spoke to him were ice, and suggested that he was worthless. "Piss on that,"he hissed angrily as he swapped the item for a different one in his inventory, this time guzzling the conjured healing potion in a single swig. He would need every drop of health he could manage in order to survive this encounter. The last thing he wanted to do was die, but next to that, proving this person right was damned close to his top priority. He

"Shitty drinks, piss poor conversation, and annoying edgelords. The trifecta," Corvo recalled in thrillingly boring detail the circumstances that surrounded their last meeting, brief though it was. But they hadn't exchanged names, not so far as he could remember. Just a dagger, one that he threw in the same lazy manner as the knife Corvo had just witnessed him loose."At least you did something," the red eyed rapscallion waved his hand dismissively. "That girl was all talk, and I was hoping for some action. Really killed my boner. But anyway-" He forgot the face of the woman as quickly as

Fuck today. Those words hung in the mind of Corvo as he wandered through the paradoxically busy and lonely streets of the Town of Beginnings with a scowl plastered across his face. Hollow smiles and forgettable faces lined the thoroughfare as he was constantly reminded of how few people he knew, and how none of them could possibly fill the void left behind with his family, a world away. That had been the same mentality that eroded him for years, and even that tasted foul now. The worst part of it all was that today of all days, he couldn't just pretend that it wasn't painful. Tonia- his s

Mongrel, she says. "Well, can't hate you for that," he shrugged. "most of the idjits in this place are delusional. At least we're getting someplace," Corvo clicked his tongue again as he shouldered his axe and admired the few seconds of violence-induced silence that her weapons had brought about. He wasn't dead yet, at least. "Nine," he answered the woman's question without getting any more arbitrary or obtuse. There was no use in inflaming a situation that was already in flames. It was evident that there was no danger of this person prying into his personal business. This made

"His Majesty?" he clicked his tongue once disapprovingly. "Aintcha a hair too pretty to be King of anything?" the blonde asked without a second thought. It hit him immediately thereafter, and he snapped like he had been gifted a stroke of genius. "Oh, I get it, you must be one of them types what dont identify with what hangs- or don't hang between yer legs. I get it, I get it, no worries, I support it. Live yer truth 'n all that shit," he flicked his wrist dismissively, like that was the least of his worries. "But, ah, we're gonna have a problem if you don't wanna work with me on this," h

"...so they need help dealing with the town's bacon shortage, I get it. Bacon's important shit. I'd probably pay someone too." The golden haired youth picked at his teeth with a fingernail as he spoke, not bothering to make eye contact with the young woman who'd gone out of her way to explain the situation to him. She frowned. "No, that's not what I said at all," she started to say, "boars. Lots of them. The quest calls for extermination, so-" "Right, right. Kill boars. Make bacon. I get it," he repeated. She sighed loudly and threw up her hands. The part about boars appeared to have

In another life, this was exactly the kind of person he would have kept around. The social games that they played, the pomp and circumstance that followed with being regarded as higher class- all the things his family expected him to learn and comply with drove him toward these frauds. People who learned to hide their faces behind masks and smiled, even when they hated what they acquiesced to. Somewhere in this world, alone, aware, beyond the reach of pretense Evan learned that it was just that. A part that they played to adjust and conform. The other two were smiles and concessions- @Bi

Corvo listened to the man respond with none of the subtlety- or feigned subtlety, as the case may have been- the question had been asked with. Whether he was being intentionally obtuse or otherwise, it mattered little. Corvo offered a pained sigh and a shrug in response, as though it was the best he could do. The whole world had gone mad long ago. Who was he to hold on? Instead, Bismuth seemed interested in collecting flowers. Or, whatever it was that he intended to collect. Corvo wasn't really paying that much attention to the finer details. They were going the same way, and they'd be ta

Two more fell, and their remnant data illuminated the cavern just enough for Corvo to discern the nature of the threat. He counted only one more bat, but hardly wanted to risk waiting around to see if there would be more. "Gotta say," he hefted the greataxe over his shoulder again and began building up for the swing, "for a girl with pink hair and a glorified twig, you didn't do half bad." Yeah, that sounded even funnier when he said it out loud. He barked out a laugh in spite of himself, bur Corvo snapped into motion before it abated. Like a grinning, smoking demon, he surged toward the

He looked around cautiously as the woman moved to join him in the cave and pulled her rapier. She'd protested the manner in which he called her, but if he heard her, he gave no indication. Instead, when she joined him and they were knees deep in the darkness of the cavern, she spoke up again. "Eh?" he asked. She said that she heard something, but 'something' in this situation didn't necessarily mean 'a good thing.' She started down one path when the road forked, and he briefly considered splitting the party- but if they got lost, would it really be as simple as doubling back and retracing thei

Was something going to come from behind them? Corvo stared blankly at the woman when she said that, one brow chocked. "Whatddya mean, 'whatever is coming from behind us'? You think something is going to flank us while we're advancing into the cave?" he asked, no small amount of skepticism in his voice. If that was her way of saying she'd take rear guard, it left him seriously unnerved. He patted down his torso and sought his pipe, which he found in short order and ignited. As he took a drag, he felt his hands jittering unbidden. What'd she have to go and say that, for? He began the (relat

He let out a grunt when the other Player suggested they get the lead out. There wasn't a sentiment he could possibly have agreed with more. "Yeah, you're right," Corvo muttered as he raised no objections, and they started on their way toward the indicated quest marker. Rebekah was right, which he noted immediately once he'd had the chance to really look over the map. This place wasn't far at all. It must have been her inability to act that made the mother's behavior so manic. Corvo flinched. His mother might have felt the same way once the situation in Sword Art Online was explained to her. On

He was at a loss. Corvo immediately regretted that he had not simply walked away. Surely she would not have followed him outside the safe zone, and he could have had time to collect his thoughts- The ruby gleam of his eyes darted toward the woman, who answered one of his many questions with one of her own. At least now he knew that the woman was a quest NPC, and this erratic behavior was the game's way of flagging him as able to accept it. "Yeah, I guess I don't have much choice," he managed to shrug as Choshi continued to plead with him. Her relief was measured, almost non-existent wh

Let there be Light His arrival in Urbus was not the quiet event he hoped for. Before he had time to think about his next move, he saw a woman make a mad dash right toward him. With his hands out in front of him, he rebuffed her before she could come too close. "Slow the hell down," he waved her off. Over her head, the name Choshi indicated her as an NPC, but her erratic mannerisms drew his attention. Something was not right. "Pl-please," she begged, "I've been trying to find someone to help me all day. My child--" Tears streamed down her face as her composure broke. Corvo looked aro

The Older man seemed to accept his inclusion without even asking, and the conversation abruptly ended as the newcomer spoke with the woman. It ended just as he'd intended- without a fuss, and with him included in the group without the need to ask for permission. After all, it was always easier to ask forgiveness- who am I kidding, I'm not going to do that either, Corvo snorted as he glanced from one player to the other, ultimately disinterested in who they were. It was what they contributed that mattered, and so long as the quest moved forward, even that was an afterthought. The woman insinuat

It took far longer than he liked to weasel the location of this particular quest out of a broker. Whether they disliked his attitude or the fact that he refused to pay for what should have been common knowledge, the woman that he didn't deserve the time of day. Luckily, another Player had been less stingy with his pocketbook, and Corvo just happened to listen in on the conversation. "Damn shame," he muttered. "Whatever happened to the kindness of strangers?" he asked the world, ironically. Aincrad failed to respond in an affable manner. "Yeah," he snorted. "Feeling's mutual." The cri

Earning a Living So much. There were a handful of places readily available in the Town of Beginnings for teaching the basics of survival in Aincrad. Coupled with the tutorial were the means to take on professions and become part of the world's dynamic economy, allowing each Player to contribute to floor clearing, the enrichment of daily life, and a multitude of other monotonous tasks that sounded fantastic on paper but actually amounted to the nine to five grind of a desk jockey. His ruby gaze glazed over as he stifled a yawn and watched for the thirteenth time in an hour that the sa

Skills 0/45 SP Remaining Rank 4 War Axe 22 SP Rank 3 Cloth Armor 14 SP *Athletics Mod 4 SP Base Damage: 8 Mitigation: 12 Accuracy: 3 Evasion: 0 Bleed: 12 Risky: 8 Recovery

"Yeah, uh," he blankly stared at the man for a minute as he rattled off something that sounded more like self-satisfaction than actually goodwill, but then, Corvo was jaded enough to know most people trapped in this world had developed hero complexes and probably thought they were doing god's work. "Thanks... I guess?" In reality, the words were only slightly kind, so it wasn't strange that the red haired Player took them sourly- even if that wasn't really the intention. This guy didn't really seem like the type to say something he didn't mean, though. People who looked like Christmas tre

He showed up at the Tailor's shop quietly, or at least, more quiet than most of those who knew him might have expected. Corvo wasn't one to mince words when it came to results, and he needed better items if he wanted to make it in this world. The man who'd offered to craft him armor hadn't exactly been much for conversation at the time, but both of them probably appreciated that fact. Bahr seemed like the type of guy who wanted to keep busy and waste little time on idle chit chat. Idle chit chat only made Corvo less tolerable, so that worked out best for both parties. When he arrived, he

Current Level: 5 Current SP: 12 Link to SP Tracking: Here. Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: - Dagger of the Sands Item ID: - [Received here] [Gained from Quest] Item Tier: - 1 Item Type: - Dagger Item Rarity: - Perfect Item Enhancements: - 2 Damage 1 Bleed Description: - N/A Item Name: - Reaver's Edge Item Tier: - 1 Item Type: - War Axe Item Enhancements: - 2 Damage 1 Bleed Descrip

When Sketch spoke up, he snorted. "Wage slavery, huh? Man, that's a real incentive." There was something morbid about this world that crept behind even the brightest optimism, and Corvo loved to poke holes in it whenever it came up. But it wasn't until the man said that he wanted to watch the world burn that the red-eyed rascal really lit up. He wore a savage grin as he drove his weapon into the table. That solicited a barking series of words from the barkeep, to which Corvo paid absolutely no mind. His eyes were centered completely on Sketch. "You don't, do you?" he asked, a haunting ma

The door bell jingled to herald the arrival of a player. Unfortunately, the Player was Corvo, and he looked more frustrated than anything. He glowered all the way to the clerk and placed a fistful of col on the counter. "I need an accuracy boost," he said. "This is all the money I've got. What can I get with it?" His eyes moved around the shop carefully as he waited for the response and listened carefully. Artistic and ornate, the wares seemed more like baubles than accessories; but inside of this game, even something like that seemed endearing. It was enough to make him want to throw up