Reinholt

Despite the bad luck, Reinholt was having fun. This kid made him want to get stronger, made him look forward to get stronger. Not just to help beat the game, but because he genuinely enjoyed going in adventures with Pinball. "Then why do you fish man? Literally you're 3 for 3 when you've fished with me. And that River Reaper? Yeesh." He pats Pinball on the shoulder.

Then he hears the faintest whisper. He recognized the name and turned to Pinball just as the boy started to turn around. He hears the voice clear, asking why Pinball was hanging out with such low level players and he grits his teeth. Pinball points and shouts to run  but Reinholt refused. He planted his feet, hand on his sword, his eyes darting around. Suddenly the voice materializes behind Pinball, sliding a blade across his friends neck. The boy drop to the ground. Panic raced through Reinholt's very veins, but Then he saw Pinball's HP gauge on his part HUD with the flashing Paralyzed status next to it. The attacker was now walking toward Reinholt, his hand outstretched. Sugutsuya? Who the hell? He thought to himself. "Go to Hell Sugartits."[/i] He says, his body bursting forward. His sword flies from it's sheath, swiping at Sugutsuya's hand, mainly a distraction for his actual attack. His blade glows orange as he launches his stunning Sword Art at Sugutsuya.

For many people, doors slamming closed behind them and frozen corpses raising before them, would be quite the fright. His adrenaline surged, but a calm came over him. Hestia's battle cry was like a distant whisper as he wraps his fingers tighter around the hilt of his sword. He watched as they charged Hestia, most of them toppling over themselves. For a moment things were moving in slow motion, until Pinball placed his hand on Reinholt's chest. Suddenly time snapped back to real speed and the noise flooded back to his ears. He nods his head to Pinball and then watches Pinball launch himself forward and quickly dispatches two of the Wrights. Even as they fell, more took their place. He grits his teeth and surges forward his sword held low. As he dashes forward his sword sparks to life with electrical energy.

He slashes at the Frost Wright and spins on his heel, using the momentum to spin like a Cyclone and deliever three more slashes to the Frost Wright. The last hit causes a surge of electrical power that arcs across the Frost Wright, dropping it to it knees with the Paralyze status. He grins softly as he steps back to the line, his sword held at Mid guard. Granted, the health bar barely moved, but the status effect would have to be helpful.

ID#100329 BD=10

Sword Art Cyclone Vs Frost Wright 2= Hit, Dmg=7+2*4=36, 36-25=11

- Good Dudes - 

[H: 3/3/3/3] Hestia: 1305/1305  ENG:119/126 DMG: 15  MIT:151  Thorns: 54 EVA:-1  Regen: (+45 HP if i get hit for 3 turns) Rec:1 (+3 ENG if i get CD:6)

[H: 0/0/0/0] Pinball: 620/620 HP | 44/62 EN | 15 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA

[H:0/0/0/0] Reinholt: 140/140 HP | 10/14 ENG | 7 DMG | 18 MIT

- Bad Dudes -

Frost Wight 1: 0/100 MIT: 25 DMG:120  (CRIT 9 170  CRIT:10 180)

Frost Wight 2: 89/100 MIT: 25 DMG:120  (CRIT 9 170  CRIT:10 180)(Paralyzed)

Frost Wight 3: 0/100 MIT: 25 DMG:120  (CRIT 9 170  CRIT:10 180)

Frost Wight 4: 100/100 MIT: 25 DMG:120  (CRIT 9 170  CRIT:10 180)

   Frost Wights Remaining: 10

Reinholt has his cobalt blade held out in a mid guard, he watches at Fetu charged in and attempted to attack but miss. The kid then started to complain about the Wasp. With a sigh he nods as Pinball punches the Wasp and the Wasp weakly attempts to hit Pinball. He knew Pin could of taken it out in one hit with Spear, but wouldn't for Reinholt's sake. "Lets wrap this up nice and tight Boys and get back home before dinner." He says with a grin as his knees bend and he lunches forward, his blade glowing white. The Wasp sees him coming and at the Last moment is able to fly out of his range. Reinholt curses under his breath and steps back into his normal mid guard. "Alright Fetu. Let's see what you got." He says, nodding to the wasp. It was on its last leg and could barely keep itself In the air.

ID#100277 BD=5 MD=2

Sword art straight Vs Wasp Queen=miss

Wasp Queen attack Vs Pinball=miss

-Players -

[H:1] Reinholt: 138/140 HP | 2/14 ENG | 7 DMG | 18 MIT

[H:0] Fetu Lagi: ???

[H:3] Pinball: 620/620 HP | 61/62 EN | 7 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA

- Enemies -

The Wasp Queen: 6/50 HP | 20 DMG

Reinholt wasn't afraid. Not of dieing atleast. He was afraid of putting the other two Players in harm's way because of him. But both of them insisted it was fine so He was dead set on doing whatever he could to help out. He shakes his head at Pinball. "Being respectful is better than having a wingman. Trust me, I'm older than you" He smirks and slows down, just enough to fall in line beside Hestia. "I doubt I can do any legitimate damage to these Mobs. You tell me where I'll be the most help, or least in the way and I'll be there. Last think I want is one of You dieing because of me." with that he casts his poncho back over his shoulder, making it into a cloak and freeing his sword arm. Perhaps he could land a fair number of Paralyzing blows with his sword, or use his stun sword art. Either way he refused to let one of them Fall because of him.

Reinholt let's out a sigh of relief as the monster dies and sheathes his sword. He could tell that these back to back fights had taken their toll on Pinball, so he walks over and pats the boy on his shoulder. "You did good Pin. Sorry I couldn't be more help but one day soon we will be able to fight side by side. I truely appreciate you bringing me with you and watching out for me so I can grind out levels faster. He smiles toward Pin and starts to walk away. "As far as fishing is concerned, I don't think I'll ever fish with you again. You seem to drudge up nothing but monsters that want to eat us." He chuckles as he walks though the wilderness. "C'mon Pal. I know a place round here that has awesome donuts." His chuckle turns into a rich laugh as he plods on, the rain slowly washing the mud off him.

Reinholt nods toward Hestia. Between his small town upbringing and his love of Knights, he had his own code of Honor, so to speak. While he knew no one but him knew it, he tended to impose aspects of it upon those close to him. As Hestia started to try and name his build Reinholt tilted his head. "I'd say he was something along the lines of a Lancer. Quick, hits hard, and very mobile." He says just as Pinball throws his arms around his neck and hangs dead weight. If the weight of the boy bothered him, it wasn't noticed. Pinball hops away and the mountain looms before then. " You don't  need me to botch your chances. You do a good enough job at it yourself." Reinholt reaches over and smooshes Pinball's cheeks, like a long lost Aunt and smirks. "Maybe she likes your -amazing- personallity. But Either way. Don't be scared. It's just a couple monsters." He releases Pinball, pats his check and laughs deeply as he turns and starts to walk down the slope toward the Mountain.

He closes the door to his shop behind him and locks it. He had equipped his Dragon Bone armor and wore his normal red 'poncho over it and clunks down steps that lead to street level. He wonders through Nimbus toward the Teleporter, his menu pulled, still trying to figure out any information about this rare quest he had been offered. He grumbles sourly and swipes his menu away in frustration. For all he knew he was walking to his death, or he could be walking into a great thing. He didn't know which was what was frustrating. If He knew what he was doing or was expected, he could prepare. But all he knew was it is a rare, solo quest. He steps onto the teleporter, "Teleport Spartaia." He murmurs and teleported up to the 17th floor. Once materialized he couldn't help but smile. He enjoyed classic Greek tales and it felt like he just stepped into one.

Reinholt sets his hammer down on his anvil and wipes the sweat from his brow. He had just leveled up his Blacksmith skill and completed his Daily crafting. He had made a couple items but they perfect quality sword was still out of his reach. He would make it one day, but until then it he would settle with gathering EXP to level himself up. With an accomplished smile he begins to leave his forge, walking down the steps to his actual shop. As he steps down the first step when he receives a notification. Pausing, he opens it up and glances through it. "The 17th floor? Why would I get a quest way up there?" He sits down on the stairs and begins to research what kind of quests a player his level would get called to up there. After awhile he finds nothing and frowns. On one hand, going to the 17th floor could be stupidly dangerous, but surely he wouldn't get a quest notification if it wasn't something he could do. With shrug he stands and walks to his living quarters. "Only one way to find out."

Reinholt shrugs his shoulders. "Wouldn't call it a phobia. I'm fine with them, as long as they're not the size of you know, a horse or a house." He says with a chuckle and nods toward the looming forest. They were getting closer. "Favorite hobby..in game or IRL? In game is probably fighting. IRL..is also probably fighting." He smirks and tucks his thumbs into his belt as he walks.

"Probably a blacksmith. I like the Idea of forging my own gear. Have you thought about any professions?" He asks as he gently take a her arm and turns her around, motioning to tree line. He reaches up and draws his heavy sword. "We're getting close now. Let's stay on our toes." He takes a step infront of her, smiling as he passes.

"This game is nice I'll say that. It grants a wish I've had since I was a kid, to be a hero and fight dragons. But at the end of the day nothing is real here." He glances back over his shoulder at her. "I would hope life would go back to normal. I would go to work. Come home, wash and repeat." He shrugs and falls silent, his eyes and ears alert.

Reinholt grins as Pinball slams the Wasp queen against the tree. He dashes forward, his sword glowing orange and then swings his sword in a heavy horizontal slash. Pinball released the Wasp at the perfect moment as Reinholt's blade bites into it. He uses the momentum to spin, kicking up a small dust cyclone and ending after three rotations, each leaving a clean slash mark on the queen. He smirks as the Queen launches a feeble attack at Pinball but it misses. Reinholt steps back and motions toward Fetu Lagi. "It's weak enough now that you can attack. Just watch out for the stinger and you'll be A-ok." He grins wolfishly and brings his sword out infront of him in a mid-guard, ready for his next attack. He glances at Pinball and smirks. "I'm supposed to be carrying you on this one. But you just had to go all Kung-fu master on me didn't you?" He says with a chuckle, before returning to the matter at hand.

ID100213 BD=8 MD=8

Sword Art Cyclone Vs Wasp Queen=Hit, 28 dmg

Wasp Queen attack vs Pinball(+3Eva)=miss

-Players -

[H:1] Reinholt: 138/140 HP | 3/14 ENG | 7 DMG | 18 MIT

[H:0] Fetu Lagi: ???

[H:2] Pinball: 620/620 HP | 62/62 EN | 7 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA

- Enemies -

The Wasp Queen: 13/50 HP | 20 DMG 

Reinholt grins as he watches Pinball's attack land and the Mimic get thrown to the ground. Pinball dances back out of the way and Reinholt nods. "We got this man. Don't stress." He says as he takes his sword In both hands and surges forward. His blade begins the glow orange but just as he begins his attack, his feet slip our from under him and he slides across the ground. His momentum carried him under the Mimic and the other side, where with a curse he quickly climbs to his feet. He grits teeth and watches as his energy bar depletes to zero. He had faith in Pinball, but if he didn't land a good hit next round it was going to be a long fight. His luck today was utter trash and now with zero energy he could only use normal attacks. He sighs softly, longing for the day that he could actually be useful in a fight instead of just being a smuck.

ID#100211 BD=2

Sword art Scooped vs mimic= missed

-Players -

[H:1] @Pinball: 431/620 HP | 26/62 EN | 15 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA

[H:0] Reinholt: 140/140 HP | /14 ENG | 7 DMG | 18 MIT

- Enemies -

Chest Mimic: 70/310 HP | 93 DMG 

Reinholt sits at his forge, sketching a suit of armor out on some paper. An idea had come to him about the armor would wear when he finally  became a frontliner and fought the floor bosses. He always fancied the Knights of the middle ages and designed the armor to resemble their plate armor, with his own artistic touches. Soon he had finished it and sets it on a stack of other drawings of various weapons and armor. It would sometime before he made armor and weapons of such quality, but he knew one day he would achieve it. With a smile, he grabs some material, stands from his chair and walks to his anvil.

"Great Knight, huh?" He muses aloud, bringing his hand up to stroke his beard. "Reinholt Shield-Wolf, Great Knight of the New Dawn. Has a nice ring to it huh, Pin?" He says with a smirk and his hand disappears back under his poncho. He falls silent after taking a deep breath of the cold air. "Perhaps I can come by your shop one day, Hestia, and we can talk more about DPS vs Tank." He watches Pinball hop between the two of them. The boy had energy like an energizer rabbit. After his suggestive finger guns toward Hestia, Reinholt slugs to teenager square in the arm. "Have some respect. She is a lady and while I'm around you'll treat her as one." His voice had a seriousness to it that it never had before and Reinholt casts a 'I'm serious' glance toward Pinball, before returning to look like a walking snowman.

Reinholt silently ponders the question as they walk. He exhales a deep breath through his nose, making him look at a bull for a moment. "I am on the fence between DPS and Tank. Both are very valuable." He shifts his shoulders, knocking loose a small pile of snow that had accumulated on them. "I'm not sure how viable it would be but a hybrid between the two is probably what I'm looking at most right now." He listens to her speak passionately about her music and after she she is done he nods. "Oh, you're a performer? I just opened my Blacksmith Shop up on the 7th." He smiles proudly and chuckles at Pinball. "Big Buster? Who do I look like, cloud strife?" He continues to chuckle at his own joke, thinking it was pretty clever. Soon he falls silent, resuming his lumbering pace through the white 'wonderland'

Reinholt grumbles loudly still as he walks. Parts of him that had stayed dry were definitely wet now. With a huff he starts to walk back toward where he left pinball. He had walked a bit further than he had meant to so it took longer than he expected to trudge back to where he left his friend. A twig snaps behind him and he whirls around, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Not seeing anything, he goes to turn around to walk back to Pinball. His foot finds a rather slick rock and with a Omph he hits the ground...again.

He decided since he was already face to the ground he would search for the materials. After a moment of not findings slowly climbs back to his feet. Now, covered nearly head to toe in mud he makes his way back to Pinball...who has his arm inside a monster treasure chest. "Seriously! This makes three consecutive monsters you've fished up..c'mon man!" He curses and draws his Sword, moving beside Pinball. " You okay man?" He says casting a glance at Pinball, genuinely concerned.

(ID#100180 LD=5)

Reinholt tilts his head, remembering the first time he met Pinball. "Honestly, it was pure chance. I ran into him on the 7th floor and he invited me on this quest, and we've just kind of been hanging out since. We've done a couple quests together and I'm probably going to end up joining the Guardians of the New Dawn." He reaches out and pats Pinball on his shoulder, before his hand disappears back under the poncho. "He's an odd duck, but he has my back. And that's what counts." he says with a chuckle and glance out across the snow covered floor. "I think this is my least favorite floor. Snow always makes my bones hurt IRL and just looking at it makes me achy." He says with a grumble  and then glances at Pinball with a sour look. " We got started way back there..And you're starting to sound like of those kids from the TV commercials.."

He smiles a bit, mostly to himself. No way he would miss a chance to see a frontliner in action and was glad that Hestia didn't mind dragging him along, same as Pinball was doing. He knew one day he would be on their level and could stand side by side but right now, he was happy to follow on their coat tails and power level like crazy. He truly looked forward to the day he could stand as equals with the other Frontline players.

" Let me get some levels under my belt and we'll track down that peice of garbage and lock him away. But until then.." He trails off and falls silent, trailing after Pinball. He 'crunched' significantly less as he steps where Pinball steps. He looked almost ghostly as he lumbers along, his white and grey poncho blending well with the falling snow. He sighs softly, sending a wispy trail of breath into the cold air. Where ever this quest took him, he knew it would be fun.

Reinholt sits there under his leaf for some time. Almost falling asleep to the sound of the rain fall, that is until his leaf had taken enough water and drops a literal bucket load of water right on Reinholt’s head. He curses and sputters loudly. ”Gah! Guess that’s what I get for trying to nap out here.” He grumbles as he rises to his feet. He sees a relatively shallow part of the stream and decides to check out the other side. He starts to walk through the water toward the other side. He misjudged the current and loses his footing sending him face first into the cool water. The water was shallow enough that it couldn’t sweep him downstream but now he is cursing, sputtering and slashing loudly as he tries to get his footing again.

He find a his footing and grumbles as he trudges back to the back he came from, deciding it was a bad idea after all to try and cross. With a sour look on his face be starts to head back toward Pinball, still grumbling loudly.

She's a member of the Holy Dragon Alliance? He thinks to himself. He was debating between the Guardians of the New Dawn and the Holy Dragon Alliance, ultimately choosing the Guardians. He listens to the details of the quest and makes a face. It sounded alot more dangerous than the quests that he had been on with Pinball. A total of thirteen monsters? And no doubt they were much higher level than He was. He definitely didn't want to get in the way, but at the same time he really wanted to watch Hestia in action. "I mean, I've been with Pinball on some pretty tough quests but I'm pretty low level. I feel like I might get in  your way or something. He falls silent at the mention of Sugutsuya and after a moment he nods his head. "However, I want to go with you. I know and accept the danger, and will do my best not to get in your way." He worried about Pinball. Sure, Hestia was a frontliner but Pinball was his only real friend and Sugutsuya was crazy. Perhaps a larger group will deter him from bothering them again.

Reinholt smirks as Pinball utterly destroys the goblin and slams his sword into its sheath. ”That little bugger got what he deserved.” He mutters, looking at Pinball. ”You gonna fish some more? If so try and nab something –not- a monster, Eh?” He says, chuckling and heading down stream some.  ”I’ll be over here, within ear shot.” He calls back to Pinball, tugging his poncho back down over his armor.

He walks a bit, humming a tune softly, letting his mind wonder. It was fairly peaceful, even in the midst of this storm. Pausing for a moment, he kneels down on a rock and reaches into the water. He searches the water for a couple moments and pulls his hands out, frowning slightmy. With a soft sigh he rolls from his knee to his butt and means against a tree for a moment. It had been a long day already and for once he wasn't being actively rained on as the large leaf above him shielded him from the rain.

The wind roared around Reinholt as he dashes up the stairs to his shop. It was an abnormally windy day outside and he would he happy to be out of it. Quickly unlocking the door he gets pulled inward by a other gust of wind. Grunting he sets his shoulder on the door and pushes the door closed. "Lord, that wind is killer today. I think I'll craft some then just stay in here for the rest of the day. He grumbles and walks to his room, where he changes into forge clothes. He walks up to his forge and sets some material on the anvil and lifts his hammer.

Reinholt can only shake his head when Fetu asks about Pinball. "Yeah, he's an....odd duck. That's for sure. But he has my back, and that's what counts." he says to Fetu as Pinball starts to sing. Chuckling he motions toward Pinball while mouthing the words 'odd duck' to Fetu.

Once out of the settlement, they manage to make good time despite the rain. The buzz of <<Wind Wasps>> fill the air. Reinholt grins wolfishly and points at a -large- wasp that was probably the  queen. "There she is boys. Let's get this done with nice and clean. Fetu, watch yourself. Don't make any dumb moves. Pin, watch out for Fetu, but otherwise sit back and relax. I can handle the wasp"[/color]

Reinholt surges forward and once in range, launches his attack at the Wasp queen. The Wasp easily swoops out of his range then darts forward slashing Reinholt across the arm with its jagged stinger.

Player stats

Reinholt shrugs his shoulders slightly. He liked to keep track of the players on the Frontline, as one day he would gladly call them comrades. "I hope to make it to the frontlines myself sooner rather than later. I have spent far too long just waiting around." He shifts under his poncho and pulls the hood up. He had avoided the 4th floor, as he hates snow more than He hates sand. His hood did well to hide the sour look that crossed his face

"I try to keep up with the Frontline players, so yes, I have heard of you." He says with a smile. He had never fought with a true blue Tank before, so he was excited to see a frontline Tank in action. But, if he had to guess the quest she was going on was probably -way- out of his league. However he decides to see what it was all put before voicing his concern or possibly leaving the group.

Reinholt as lounging in a chair, his feet propped up on the window seal. He had just drifted off to sleep when Pinball makes a one sided joke and cackled. The sudden noise startles him, making him kick off the wall and land solidly on the ground nearly the same time as Pinball. 'Oof! Yeesh Pin. I was about to take a nap.." Pinball gets a Message and suddenly Reinholt was being hauled out of the Shop with the promise of adventure. "Wha..? Where are we going?" He asks in vain as Pinball is already gone. With shake of his head, he pulls the shop door closed and follows after his very excitable friend.

Shortly after arriving on the 4th floor he had changed into his armor and wore a heavy white and grey poncho that covered his body down to his calves. Pinball approaches another player and after being nudged He offers the player his hand. Hesti-poo? what sort of name is that? He thought to himself before it dawned on him. " Hestia? -The- @Hestia? It's an honor to meet you." He says, trying not to fanboy too much. It was exciting to meet one of the Frontliners.

Reinholt walks toward the small shop on the outskirts of the Town of Beginnings. Pinball had said Hei was one of the leaders of the Guardians and Reinholt had need of a tailor, so once he found out Hei was one, it only made sense to go him. It was a quaint shop and Reinholt smiles as he enters. He browses what he had in stock before patiently waiting to gain the Attention of the Tailor himself. Once he knew he wasn't being rude he inclined his head politely. " Pinball sent me your way. I have a special order here and didn't know if your sign here ment for special orders too. I'll gladly pay, so that's no issue. Just tell me how much." He says before describing the item he was wanting to have made. He wished he could wait until he was a member of the Guardians of the New Dawn, but this was an item he felt he needed pretty quickly.