Plot Master

In the beginning, there was darkness. Nothingness. The void consumed all, and thus in paradoxical creation, it brought all together. From darkness sprang the light, and all things bathed in that radiance took form. Against that unwanted creation, Darkness Raged. That ephemeral hatred gave rise to a blasphemy, a creature that mirrored the elements that sprang forth from the void, a vengeful mockery of the powers that gave life. The origin of life, and it's inevitable end. Wushen, the Warlord of the Elements. Long since sealed, the manner in which his miasma was brought to heel has bee

In the beginning, there was darkness. Nothingness. The void consumed all, and thus in paradoxical creation, it brought all together. From darkness sprang the light, and all things bathed in that radiance took form. Against that unwanted creation, Darkness Raged. That ephemeral hatred gave rise to a blasphemy, a creature that mirrored the elements that sprang forth from the void, a vengeful mockery of the powers that gave life. The origin of life, and it's inevitable end. Wushen, the Warlord of the Elements. Long since sealed, the manner in which his miasma was brought to heel has bee

The cavern falls into silence once more as the last of the words of power, shared by the various city leaders, leaves Hirru’s lips. A moment passes, the anxiety of another incorrect attempt to clear the silent body of Stoneheart out of the way. A thin layer of fog begins to rise from the cracks in the surface, creating a stagnant pool of mist that gathered at the Players’ feet. Slowly, it begins to swirl and flow in the direction of the felled labyrinth boss. As it passes through and around the stone golem, one could almost swear they heard faint, overlapping whispers in a language unkno

The cavern was as silent as a grave. The brave guardian, felled in battle, remained propped in front of the boss room door. Nothing moved. The boss fight will not begin until the room has been accessed. Once the correct action has been taken, the preparation phase will begin. At that point, Players will have approximately 72 hours to make their final preparations. Players may also post their preparations now, and speak/act freely until the door is opened.

The slowly fading screams of a man’s voice as they were tossed over the edge of the ship caught Captain Loughran’s attention. While most of the players saw the threat that the Captain and his crew posed to them and the crew of the Duchess, one female player decided they wanted to continue playing the hero. His features twisted into a face of rage, the sound of each pounding step with his heavy boots bringing with it a fear that he would step right through the deck of the ship. “I guess someone didn’t learn their lesson the first time.” The large Captain would allow the tip of his axe to drag a

The Pirate master scoffed at the petite, blonde girl's question. "What did Daemon do to me, she asks.." he says to himself before ejecting his arms outwards to either side. "THIS is what Daemon TOOK from me." The pirate continues to scan his surroundings, not looking at the players, or the staff, but the ship itself with a disgusted scowl locked on his face. "They stole my ship, right out of the dock, and turned it into this.. This prudish cruise for the wealthy upper class." that disdain still ringing in their voice, he would spit upon the wooden floorboards at his feet. "Abandoned my

Act 3R: A Change of Plans | Twilight The players continue to enjoy a night of peace and relaxation upon the deck of the sky ship, as it sails upwards out of the city's airspace and closer to the clouds above - once white and whispy, now dark without the sun's light reflecting off of them. Below the deck, doors swing open as multiple servers emerge holding large trays in their hands. This train of NPCs continues through the lower deck, up the stairs, and to the read end of the ship, where they would begin to set up stations for the party-goers to choose and enjoy their main course for the

"Chocolate milk?" The woman behind the bar asked, her deep, maroon hair tied into a tight bun on the back of her head. "An.. unusual request, but I can ask the kitchen if we can make that." Even as a virtual entity, usually amongst others with scripted dialogue and actions, she sounded sincere, almost human in her response to, hopefully, fulfill the player's request for a warm mug of chocolate milk. - @Crozeph Act 2: Peaceful, Landonian Skies | Sunset Music continues to play throughout the sky ship, with no visible musicians or source to track it to. Musical Ambience Standing

Finals: @Lessa vs @NIGHT @Morningstar vs @Astralin ((Permission to use @Baldur to run the tournament has been given by the player)) With the rise of the sun on a new day came the excitement and anticipation of the final rounds of the Valentines Day Tournament. Many players, either past participants who lost their matches, or those completely invested in the sport, had spent the night within Baldur's estate, utilizing the various, spare rooms he had made available for the occasion. As various faces began to emerge from the sleeping chambers, they were greeted with the wafti

In the streets below, fires that resembled the resistance of Galtea against the tyranny and oppression of the Ladonian Monarchy continued to rage on. The Ifrit hung in the sky looming over the masses and clung there, casting its shadow and dominion over them all. A heavy hole in its side, smoldering with the wreckage of one of its own. The hanger littered with shrapnel, the remains of a ship that had breached this impenetrable fortress. Empty and all that lingered was the tiny star like fractals still dancing through the air, remnants of the forces that be that would halt this rebellion.

A Night Amongst The Stars Valentine's Day Gala To the adventurers of Aincrad, liberators of Landonia and her people As thanks for everything you have done for this city in troubling times, We would like to give you all a once in a lifetime experience A trip above the clouds on our most luxurious skyship, la Duchesse Sincère A private party in your honor will be hosted on the deck of the ship, With grandiose views of the sunset, and dinner under the stars. Of course there will be dancing, libations, and other pleasantries to make your evening one never to be forgotten.

Snowball Fight Ah, the fourth floor. Miles of pristine white snow, towering fir trees, and tranquil frozen lakes. It’s easy to see why it is considered a favorite floor. Perhaps that explains why, when a mass invitation went out to all Players on one unassuming Wednesday afternoon, so many heeded the call. Upon acceptance of the invitation, a map marker led Players to a snow-covered field, bordered on all four sides by trees. Huge snow drifts marked the locations of possible snow forts, were the participants daring enough, and the trees provided additional cover. A chilly, but not altoget

Snowball Fight BASICS Welcome to the SAO-RPG snowball fight! This event is meant to encourage site activity across the site through the closure of threads, but also to bring everyone together in a fast-paced, lighthearted snowball fight. After sign-up, Players will be assigned one of two teams (team names will be decided by the participants themselves, and unique team roles will be given on Discord!). The goal is to deal as much “damage” to the other team without taking too much yourselves. Don’t worry - the event will not pose any real threat to your characters! In-game, the event prot

Tensions were quickly increasing from inside of the main control room as the rodents that infested his ship had made their way forward. Fear did not fill the Grand Imperator's eyes, instead, anger. Who did these pests think they were to filthy his kingdom? To threaten his throne? The sounds of cannons firing would become audible and earn a glare from the Ladonian ruler. "What was that? I certainly hope that it wasn't my own cannons being fired." The passive aggression would cause his pilots to become pale. "I will shut off power to all cannons immediately your Grace." Pacing through the contro

A face that faded like a Cheshire cat, grinning wide and predatory in mien. Her assailant gave no words or promises. The deal was left undone as she stepped back to be swallowed by the rain. A flash of white lightning, seconds later, revealed nothing but the crackle of thunder and tingle of static in charged air. The place felt of murder and loss and sorrowful tragedy. It felt wrong, tainted by envy and futility that had cost too many lives, and at least one that might have been. A hug was desperately needed, but none remained to give or receive it, save NIGHT alone, and her insides were

Within time, the Galtean rebellion had pushed their way into the Dreadnought Ifrit. Through the hole created in the hull of the ship, Koga and his team's airship had pushed through, delivering them inside. Of course, the portions of their ship that hadn't been aligned with the hole were decimated at the hard exterior of the Ifrit. Only through sheer luck had the people inside managed to survive. Shrapnel and destroyed equipment would litter where they had crashed into. The hole crafted by a player was now filled as the ship that had crashed through it served as a cork to close it up. Through t

An arm wrapped tight around her neck to pull her back, just as her assassin plunged the blade against the momentum for greater effect. Had she not taken steps to heal herself, these wounds might have been fatal. But NIGHT was made of sterner stuff. Flush with a sense of power at having survived to claim her prize, despite the odds, the victor thought to rid herself of the only remaining witness with a swift demonstration. It didn't work. Even with advantages, in any MMO, the numbers still govern. This whelp was no match for the track suit, let alone the woman wearing it. Something about

A glimmer of recognition flickered behind False Melody's mask, wracked by instinct and anguish, and bent on murder as the only outlet she could fathom. It was their nature to kill that which they imitated, yet this one had reversed its polarity. Conflict between wants and needs revealed: paradox and tragedy coexisting in the moment. The invulnerable was made into its opposite with the sound of a subtle gasp. The last drawn breath of a player's broken soul shattering in the background. Release from purgatory to oblivion achieved, at long last. The gemini fell to its knees, limbs st

Years of practice paid dividends as NIGHT's Cardinal-assigned form fell into line and obeyed carefully honed reflexes, executing her will with optimal efficiency. Orgoth's Legacy flared with righteous indignation, parting the rain and very clouds alike. Its swing summoned rays of inner starlight to bear, if only for an instant. Metal met simulated flesh and cleaved clear through the hostage taker's chest leaving a long linear gash with such force that her target impacted the far wall, leaving her imprint in the stone. Time slowed as NIGHT absorbed the consequences of her action. The urge

"STAY BACK! WHATEVER THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU ARE!" A bizarre scene exposed. NIGHT slowed to a stop, concealed by the fractured fragments of rubblestone walls still standing after False Melody burst through them like a tank chasing a mouse. Orange shards from recently expired players still dripped from the gemini's improvised weapon - a kitchen knife with three names on the Monument of Life now assigned to its credit. Torrential rain fell straight down all around them, as if the wind had chosen to hold its breath while matters were settled. Beyond the broken edge of the farm house there

Airships one after another took into the sky, taking advantage of the brief ceasefire that followed Gabrandr's display. Galteans and players alike banded together in ships and began to board Ladonia's fleet. It wouldn't take long for the Ladonians to recover from their confusion. They would begin to take fire on the approaching ships that remained airborne, knocking a few from the sky. The smaller transportation ships were unequipped for combat and upon taking a single shot they would fall in fall in flame, their crew lost. Aboard the enemy ships, alarms would begin to blare to alert the Lado

When had they come so close to the city's outer walls? Even in the depths of some thematically overbearing storm, the while stone of the Town of Beginning's barrier structure seemed to gleam with a friendly and comforting demeanor, only slightly diminished under the weather's pall. Purpose and circumstance layered on another, darker skin, especially as NIGHT caught the barest vestige of a mob maid's outfit flicker over the battlements with lightning speed. As hard as NIGHT pushed, even with all her system enhanced prowess and agility, it was a struggle just to keep the barest hints of

A look of pity would show on his face as he looked upon the cowering masses. Most of them were Ladonians, terrified of something going on within their home. They needed to find out what was going on. Suddenly, the ground would shake from an impact above. A look of worry rested on the King's face. The green-haired healer spoke out to him and the former floor boss would divert his attention to him for a moment. "Not much for a plan right now. We need to find out what is going on above. These civilians wouldn't look in such a sorry shape if nothing was happening. A revolution may have been sparke

A blur of motion, impossibly fast and pressing the limits of what the eye could even follow as a blade flashed into existence and whirled from hand against hand. The false Melody had produced a dagger from nowhere and sought to stab herself through the centre of her other appendage, flattened against the bar. They were in a safe zone. Nothing should have happened, though the thought occurred that self-injury might bypass such restrictions. Who would test such a limit? Hadn't countless souls been lost in the days and weeks after Kayaba's announcement. Who knew how, for them all? But the

Defying Destiny ♫ It seemed to happen all at once. Successful in their attack on the castle grounds, the Galteans and a number of lower-class Ladonians had secured much of the enemy territory. The Revolutionists managed to storm the castle and almost take out Grand Imperator Razwell III himself, but were unable to prevent the King from managing to escape. Moments later, one of Ladonia's main infantry forces entered the city. A fleet of Imperial airships loomed high overhead, discharging marines in smaller crafts to help reclaim and secure the palace below. Outnumbered and outclasse