Dazia

Dazia's thoughts were interrupted by a voice. She looked and saw the man who appeared to be a tank. "I'm out here to gather materials. I was thinking about which profession I was going to take just now." She was soon approached by the man she noticed back at the beach event, followed by a maid. Now having a closer look at this person, she recognized him as the one who had dealt with bothersome bullies back in the real world. "I honestly didn't expect you to be in this game." She tried to remember those who spoke of him during those days. "Harken, was it? I remember that you dealt with that bothersome bunch." Then Vigilon came over, asking how the players were doing. "Gathering materials, and going for a profession. In other words, I'm doing the quest <<Earning A Living>>." She saw a gemstone on the ground, and placed it in her inventory.

ID# 87581 LD: 18(+1 Mat)

@Winik @Domarus @Vigilon

The journey to the Forest of Wavering Mists wasn't as long as expected, and nearby monsters didn't seem to be interested in taking on this party of four. "Seeing that the combined  base damage of all players, including myself, is 14. Including sword arts, that must be... about 32." Well, that must mean a rough battle for any mobs that even dare to challenge them, since if they were to all attack it at once, it would shatter before it could regret the decision. She let Vigilon and Raze walk in front of her, so that any attacks would be more likely to bounce off the players with mitigation, rather than put her in danger. A short burst of a breeze passed by while the party was walking in the forest, and Dazia stopped, looked around. "Hang on a second." "I don't think we're alone." She drew he blade, looking around again, until she spotted a hooded figure on a sturdy branch. The figure jumped down and said, "Well, you know how to ruin a surprise attack..."

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

[Spawned Dark Elf]

Dark Elf: HP 90/90, 9 DMG

After some time, Aereth broke the silence with a question. "Well, as I said before, I only wish to survive by any means necessary. But to destroy and conquer, or to protect and save, that question seems to be the key one, which I have yet to figure out... I have been thinking of trying to find a suitable Guild, but I haven't made a firm decision yet." To Dazia, it seemed that moments like this were rare and abnormal, and the silence was a little disturbing. Of course, if nighttime really was more dangerous than originally thought to be, the fact that she was out here was a mistake. For now, she decided to keep her current thoughts to herself, and maybe see where this would lead. She hoped it would be something worthwhile, and perhaps seeing all the aspects of a 24 hour interval might show her some things, both sides of the same coin, so to speak.

10 Dark Points have been added to Dazia's journal

@Aereth

Dazia was pretty much told that she currently had no reason to worry. Of course, that couldn't keep her from being mildly concerned at the least. She hesitantly sheathed her blade, and accepted the invite before she began walking towards the forest to follow this Aereth. She started off a little slow, but she quickened her pace a little, although she was still concerned enough to jump back and flee should there be any sudden movements, or even a possible trap... "This wasn't the only possible decision, but if I'm going to survive, I need to do what I must. I guess I'm in the ridiculous position where I'd pretty much train with anyone as long as I don't get myself killed... I can't be certain that this is the safest time to find an ally and train, but as long as it works..." Both her thoughts and suspicions were on her mind.

@Aereth

Dazia was leaving the safe zone again, but this time, she was narrowing down which profession she could take up, and gather the materials for it while she was out in the field. "There are several of them, and I'm certainly not going for blacksmith or tailor. Way too many of those, not good for business... I'm not the kind of player that has a thing for consumable recipes... I wouldn't sing for just anyone in a million years, I'm not the kind that likes to brew up something using pretty much anything of organic matter, I have little patience...that leaves two possibilities. Merchant or Artisan..." "I guess one of those would work, but which is rarer around this game?" She thought for a small moment, and decided to shoot for Artisan. She leaned against a tree, and she continued to think of possible scenarios for this small trip, and maybe some future ones too, to pass the time.

@Winik @Domarus @Vigilon

Dazia had thought about what she wanted her first useful armor look like. Assuming not all physics would apply, she should be fine. "I would like to order a custom piece of armor." "Right then, what will it be?" "Light armor, black, and, if possible, with a cloak." "Hm, I see what you're saying. I'll just see if I have the materials for it first." Griswold soon returned, saying, "I'm afraid we are out of the required material. Again. It's bad enough that most of the materials for this kind of thing are deep in the wilds or in possession of those vile dark elves, which Delilah has been quarreling with. I'm sure at least one of them has what we need. The four of you look capable enough, why don't you hunt one of them down and bring the materials here?" The quest accept notification appeared on Dazia's menu. She accepted, and as they walked out, Dazia asked, "Does anyone know what a dark elf looks like? It might help to know what we're looking for."

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

When Wardege topped off his introduction with a bow, she was confused a little. "He's acting as if he's a servant. Is he one, or does he just like doing such things?" The girl then spoke of sparring. "A-a spar?! No, I couldn't last a second at my current level... I'm sure we're all equals in that, since stats have nothing to do with it." The girl then seemed upset over the fact that she was short. There were plenty of times when Dazia felt like the shortest one in the room, being only 5'1". Soon a girl nearby took a tumble, and the three players rushed her direction to see if she was alright. Did everyone care for and wish to meet, well, just anyone? Did they even consider whether or not the player is low or high leveled, or more importantly, whether they weren't a threat or not? Guess there was only one way to find out... Dazia decided to see if she was alright as well, which this player happened to be. While Dazia was approaching, she could only hear that her name was Kaya, and she seemed a little nervous. Then Kaya and Pixel began complimenting each other's apparel, and Dazia decided to wait until the subject of the conversation changed at least slightly.

10 Light Points were added to Dazia's journal(See journal for details)

@Vigilon @Wardege @Shadowpixel @Kaya

The awkward moment was the one thing that Dazia, maybe the other three players also, wanted to end. Thankfully, it did, when Vigilon decided to start the party. She accepted the invitation, and looked to the list of players that formed. Well, that was just about everyone. Sure, Dazia had no "Build" at the moment, and was only looking forward to skills that could help her out, but maybe some scout skills wouldn't hurt. Considering all this, this party of four could have easily been an equal build party, but all with different level and skills. "perhaps it's best for me to getting battle healing, maybe energist first, since either one would help me at these low levels. Regardless, I'm here to quest for some armor, weak or not, despite it'll be much better than what I have now..." "Yes, I think we should be on our way." Dazia started towards the destination, Griswold's armor smithy.

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

Dazia accepted the cupcake from @Shadowpixel, and it was actually pretty sweet. It was obvious that food made by players was incredible, and food from NPCs... less than ideal at the very most. Of course, it looked like either the girl was at that age where she was a bundle of energy(Which the stats system could be assumed to ignore), or had eaten too many of these. However, Dazia couldn't blame the girl, these sweets were really good, and it also wasn't surprising that all of these players and familiars were raiding the table, it was almost like they hadn't seen any player made food until now, which was probably false. "Sorry if my presence ended up as a distraction from your original conversation. I'm Dazia. I heard that there was going to be a volleyball game, and I wouldn't mind joining." Dazia wanted to see what all these players were really made of, since stats, gear, and the like most likely didn't apply in such a situation. "I wonder if they're still something without all that power and gear..."

@Wardege @Vigilon

Dazia lowered her blade, but did not sheathe it. She knew she couldn't handle mobs alone at such a low level, but she never knew she would encounter a possible ally like this one. "My only goal is to survive. By any means necessary. If it means getting stronger, so be it. If it means I stay hidden from potential threats, so be it. I guess I'll join, but don't think I won't keep my distance." She was actually hoping for a possible ally to be around, since her current level was no doubt the riskiest. Not to mention when weak players join in fights, the best moment to do so was when the monster became fixated on the stronger players and the tanks, otherwise they ran an extreme risk of death. Therefore, she planned to wait for a possible ally, but she should have remembered that there are definitely players who wouldn't give a crap about others, and most likely kill. Was Aincrad truly a world where only the strong survived? Only time would have to tell, in Dazia's case...

@Aereth

Dazia was watching the the sky as the sun begin to sink below the hills, making the scene darker, as she was remembering the skills she planned to work with. "One handed Rapier, Battle Healing, Energist, Gatherer, Light Armor... I'm sure there may be more... But as long as I survive, I should be fine." She was going to look behind her when a voice broke the silence. She reacted, which was to say she got up as she turned and drew her rapier out of it's sheath, then saying, "And just who would be one of them? You?" Just by noticing the armor the other player had, she knew she'd just been, for once, rash, if not overly defensive. She backed up slightly, but her weapon was still drawn in case she had to cut and run, so to speak. "I assumed I could pull a little overtime, but I couldn't guarantee my safety If I was facing a pack of monsters rather than a single mob. Sure, I could have easily gathered, but I can't be certain I'd find anything in the night easily." She continued to keep her distance, ready to jump out of harm's way if need be.

@Aereth

At first, Dazia's emotions were colliding with themselves. "What were you thinking!?!? It's been a while since you've seen her, so how could you know that was her?" Then Vigilon asked why Dazia recognized the girl. But when the girl almost uttered Dazia's real name, it was pretty much confirmed. "Im-...Impossible...Why? How?" Then Raze gave her an invitation...to a party that hasn't even been formed yet... "Ah, w-we actually haven't formed a party yet..." "Why is everything seem to be happening at once? This moment is as awkward as it is, so hopefully nothing else but the quest happens....." Dazia had planned possible responses and choices for various scenarios. Fighting or fleeing, talking her way out of conversations she had nothing to do with, even some of the skills she sought to obtain and use, but nothing like this. Not at all. "It really has been a while, I guess... Aster."

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

Dazia woke up one morning, ready to start a day where she might gather or train. Either way, she was leaving the safe zone, and she wasn't intending on falling, so she stayed close to the walls in case she needed to flee, and she decided that she would focus on gathering until someone who could help showed up. A new player's first mistake was always the same: soloing mobs. Dazia was determined to not make the same mistake. "It seems like a nice morning, but that could easily change... I don't know what profession I'll shoot for yet, and I don't believe I have a 'build' in mind. All I'm currently interested in is survival. Nothing more, nothing less." She took a small break and leaned against the wall, planning a few strategies in case a monster showed up, whether she had an ally or not. She wasn't rash, for the most part.

@Vigilon @Jomei @Pinball @Rusty @Ruby @Kasier @XxSulSus

OOC: Whoops, Sorry I almost forgot you, XxSulSus!

Sunset was arriving, and Dazia still had much to do. "Guess I'll be doing the same thing tonight as I was this afternoon. But I shouldn't do it alone. I'll have to find an ally or two first, then I can move on to gathering and minor combat...perhaps." She walked towards the starting city until she was a stone's throw from the outer side of the walls, then she decided to find a good place to wait. She sat down on the ground, watching the sky as the sun would soon disappear, the moon waiting to replace it, and a few clouds rolling in here and there. She began thinking about quests, and what was available, to pass the time, stopping for a moment to watch her back for a second or two before returning to her thoughts. Night hadn't fully approached, so Dazia couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be found by anything that posed a threat to her. Sure, she had a Perfect quality Rapier, but that wouldn't save her from dangerous mobs.

@Domarus @Aereth

Dazia saw the frost dragon wake up and take flight. She remembered when the familiar appeared to be in peril when another dragon familiar had began to playfully roughhouse with it. "Nice to know your familiar survived the 'roughhousing'." The familiar and Vigilon must have a strong bond, since he seemed to be able to find out what it was thinking by reading it's expressions. "What is she trying to tell you? Was she looking for the fox's owner?" Then another player came to retrieve the fox familiar. She was the one Dazia assumed that she recognized. However, now that Dazia saw her from a shorter distance, the similarities to someone she knew were even suggesting that who she saw and someone she knew were one and the same, and shock almost filled Dazia's face. Dazia would tell you that she lost her head that moment(If you asked her, that is). "Wait....Are you...Wha-..!? Asteria!?!? Is that you!?"

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

Dazia watched as another player entered, as well as the fact that there was nobody who came to her. She thought about who she might move over towards. The players that seemed to stand out in the current scene were: a black haired player( @Hikoru) that was talking to a blond haired player( @Jomei), someone who appeared to be a tank( @Winik), and someone wearing a cloak that could easily catch someone's attention( @Atzo). "Aren't cloaks meant to separate yourself from others? Some people seem to prefer cloaks in order to 'look cool' or something of the like. But I know the original purpose. If I was wearing one, I would use it to hide from those around me, or at least my face." Dazia thought for a minute longer. "This is a safe zone, so I shouldn't encounter any problems here..." She then walked over to Atzo. "Aren't cloaks designed to hide yourself from others?"

Dazia decided to ponder whether who she thought she saw was there or not for later, since a tall player stood in front of her, blocking her view. He asked if she and Vigilon were interested in taking the quest <<Worn out Welcome>>. "We were actually finishing up preparations to do just that. I don't exactly mind another player joining in." It was nice to know she would have more than one ally on this quest. Then again, some players were actually interested in helping out the weak. Inwardly, she half smiled. Although at the moment she felt as if she would be using them to grow stronger, she might reconsider...might. She saw a small fox begin to sniff Raze's shoes, and at first she thought that might be his familiar, but a familiar that always tagged along wouldn't be sniffing the owner at all. "Well, it doesn't seem that we're alone..."

10 Light Points have been added to Dazia's Journal(See the journal for details)

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

Dazia remembered playing RPGs that had quests within Inns and places people tend to spend their time at. Whether that worked in this game or not was currently a hypothesis at the moment. "I don't think I'll be taking anything unless I can manage, or have a virtual meat shield to tank it as we go along. But seeing what is available wouldn't hurt, and perhaps I can find a new ally." She had little at all, not counting the rapier she was given, and she felt that she would need more. She slowly entered the building, and walked over to a seat close to the corner of the building. She didn't care about the fact that she was close to a corner, she cared that she could easily see what was happening in the room, which wasn't much to say the least. Perhaps she would wait a few minutes for someone to come to her, player or NPC, she didn't care which. She would go to someone on her own after several minutes if someone didn't come to her.

@Jomei @Hikoru @Winik

Dazia looked at Vigilon, not amused with his observation. "I wasn't trying to." She looked at the Rapier in her inventory once it appeared. "If it's quality was any lower than this, I'd say it took you long enough." A perfect Tier one weapon right off the bat...that was something to be pleased about. She hadn't run into any monsters yet, so she should be fine if one shows up. Especially since she has a virtual meat shield to protect her and take the hate. She equipped the Rapier, and unsheathed it to examine it. The blade glowed slightly in the shade, and there were words etched in the blade that read, "I am without fear". "He either really cared enough to get me such a weapon, or outdid his own intentions. Either way, I won't be worrying about better weapons anytime soon..." She looked ahead, and saw a face that seemed familiar, someone that would be the least likely to actually be here. "No, It couldn't be... It's just not possible! I must be imagining things or something..."

+ Rapier of Wrath(2 DMG, 1 ACC)

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

Dazia was in the settlement known as Delilah, waiting for the player who offered to help her earlier, as she leaned up against one of the buildings' walls. "I wonder when Vigilon will show up. Until then, since I'm in a safe zone, maybe I can seek out a player or two to help me out, or to chat with. I've been alone, planning without ceasing, and it's been getting boring and tiring. I should get to it for a change." The shade of the building she leaned against was close to, but not exactly matching her black apparel, and her long black hair flew slightly in the breeze. Normally, she wasn't one to be impatient, but all that time spent not doing anything but planning can make one wish the next thing could go a bit faster...However, she was still waiting for Vigilon to also come by with a Rapier that was better than her current one.

(OOC: Vigilon and I have agreed to refrain from mob combat during the beginning so that he would have give me that Rapier he still owes me. He says he's ordered it from the shop and is currently waiting :/ )

@Vigilon @Raze @Aster

(Well, uncommon armor is better than crappy armor...)

Takin' this quest!

Scouting for potential? That's what the dragon was curious about? The one thing everyone had, but not everyone used? "While I agree that everyone has potential, there are those who don't use it properly, and those who don't even know it's there..." Then a small purple dragon came and seized Vigilon's, and began either roughhousing or playing with it, although it could have easily been playfully roughhousing. From how Vigilon stayed calm in this situation, the purple dragon must also be a familiar. A half smile appeared on Dazia's face. She soon heard the man that she followed call for Vigilon, asking if he was going to return to their conversation, and if he could bring Dazia over to join in. "If this man knew why I was following him, he would have every reason not to have anything to do with me. The fact that he was oblivious could have easily killed him..." She looked around again with a slightly confused face. Perhaps she could talk to some of the other people a bit later, like the black haired man with the kind face. Right now, she would try to join in the other conversation, but lightly. "Um, I guess I could join in, if she doesn't mind, that is." she said as she looked at the girl that Vigilon and the man she followed were originally talking to.

@Vigilon @Wardege @Shadowpixel @Itzal

Dazia noticed how the brown haired player's frost dragon seemed curious about her, and soon began circling around her. What did it seek answers for about her? What could a dragon take interest in another player for? When the frost dragon's owner facepalmed and asked it why it scouted players often. Dazia didn't intend to be rude or anything, but she was curious as to why a small dragon would scout her. "What was it scouting me for?" Perhaps if this player knew what his familiar was thinking, which it seemed to be that way, she might be able to have some minor intel by hearing whatever the small dragon thought. Other than that, Dazia had no current reason to be talking to this player. "I'll keep it short, it seemed like the frost dragon interrupted a conversation just recently." "I'm a little curious as to what a dragon would think of me, assuming I'm hearing what you said correctly. Name's Dazia, by the way."

@Vigilon

(Don't mind if I join in for the SP)

Dazia had been planning out strategies for survival for a long time since this forsaken game started, and it's about time that she got to doing anything at all outside of the darn walls of the Town Of Beginnings. While she was in town, she saw a flyer for...a beach party? "To me, it seems like some players are gathering to relax and socialize. This might be a good time to relax before the real work begins. Besides, I might just get some of the people there to help me out in various ways, taking pity on me for the 'weak level 1 player' I am. Either way, it seems like a good situation, but I'll just keep the gear in my inventory just in case, despite that it will be just as useful there as it would have been if equipped, though..." She wore a black tank top and jean shorts, and although she didn't originally intend to swim, she had a modest two piece swim outfit(also in black) in her inventory with her. When she was making her way to the party from floor 16, which Dazia considered one of the most rash decisions in her life so far, she spotted a man headed the same direction( @Wardege). She began to silently follow him(she took off her black sandals to avoid making noise as she walked), deciding that if anything should appear...better he die than her, since it was practically every player for themselves here in this death game, despite some manage to form alliances. Eventually, they reached the party, and she stood there for a minute or two while the man joined the others. From what she saw, excluding a select few, it was practically fan service central, in her opinion. "Well, at least SOME people have any knowledge of modesty, rather than none at all, so I'll just have to deal with this." As she walked over to the scene, a few players stood out in her mind. The man she followed(Wardege), A tall man with red hair( @Domarus), a brown haired young man with a small frost dragon( @Vigilon), a black haired man with a kind-looking face( @Itzal), and what first appeared to be a girl, maybe from the host Guild, she didn't exactly know yet(Kitt3n from @Gladiolus Alliance). Surely, there would be more to come, but right now she needed to make a mental assessment of the situation, and see what she should do now that she was here.

Dazia, Raven of Wrath

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Username: Dazia
Username pronunciation: Dah-zee-uh
Age: 19-21
Gender: Female
Birthday: May 6
Real Name: Violet Grace
Height: 5’1”

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