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  1. Threads: Chapter One: Waking Up Awake Numb Haunt The Coldness that surrounds I was just trollin'' Bee Sting Blues Imagine Dragons The Bowl of Embers Dragon Tales Obsidian Invasion You're not alone Raven Hollow (School) Lost in the woods She's back for more Tanabata Celebration An End, and a Beginning Do you wanna build a snowman? Chapter Two: The Path Forward My Serpentine The fish wyvern again Back at it again Feeding the enemy The Cult of the Dragon Nobody expec
  2. Profile Username: Alkor Real name: Thom Age: 24 Gender: Male Height: 5’8” About: History/personality: Born on the Eastern Coast of the United States, Thom was part of a third generation Japanese American household. His childhood was turbulent, as his father was a strict traditionalist and his mother hailed from a very Southern styled caucasian family. Because he did not have the same values as his father, he struggled to relate to the man, and in turn his father often shunned him for not adhering to the nuclear family values that he saw
  3. He could never fault someone for feeling that way. It was unfair, and it was disingenuous for him to do so. The whole reason his name was on the monument at all was because he had said the same. He had acted on it. The most he could do was feel his heart tearing in two when the girl spoke because he knew what lay ahead on that path. It was a trail blazed in blood and a destination that only had regret to offer. But perhaps for Setsuna, the only way forward was that path. Perhaps unlike Alkor, she had a true and dear reason to walk the bleak road of justice to its completion. In honesty, Alkor
  4. There were a collective of varied responses to his words, and even more excitement to follow when Macradon entered. The man had a lighthearted presence when they first met, and he was close with Mari. He offered a slight nod as he spewed some more dark humor. Alkor could appreciate the sentiment. If you couldn't laugh in the face of death, how would you lift your spirits up? There was a difference between jeering the reaper and spitting on the memories of the fallen. It was the newer Player who seemed bent about his comment. We're done. He's sorry. Alkor glanced sidelong at the man. He could h
  5. He stared hard at the monument. There was a time when many people believed his name should have been on it. He came infrequently just to prove to himself it wasn't. At this point in his life, every day he was alive was a new experience. The person he was before Aincrad had died on the ninth floor. When he woke from that deep slumber and realized he had fallen behind, Thom was struck with the shock of knowing he wasn't able to shoulder the entire world alone. Aincrad was an enemy that could not be soloed. That didn't stop him from being solitary, but it had fundamentally changed his
  6. ID# 179326 Initial Roll Value: 16 Giving or Receiving: Final Roll Value:
  7. "I heard it," he confirmed as he saw Lessa reach out a hand to help one of the straggling Players. There were some he recognized and others he had never seen before. Many of them had been involved in the Tanabata festival, and he had fought to protect them from the seemingly unkillable vanguard. Just like back then, the game had suddenly and emphatically began trying to kill them. Unlike before however, this attack was a force of nature. There was no fighting back, at least from what he could see. There was only flight. "I don't know what's going on, but it seems like we aren't gonna be a
  8. Neither of them wanted to believe that the event was linked to the boss battle, and yet, the timing was fairly uncanny. They would have to put the thought in their back pockets for now though, because more pressing things were afoot. They managed to break free of the muck, mostly- it continued to accumulate and the depth and intensity of the rain intensified until it had become more than just a flash flood. It reminded him of a biblical story, but it was a far cry from divine wrath. This was black water, so thick and inky in color that you couldn't imagine the bottom. Alkor immediately co
  9. Alkor began leading Lessa uphill as the rain continued to beat down. Their clothes, their armor was soaked and dyed in the strange ichor. Fortunately if there was an odd scent to it, he had failed to notice it yet. For all intents and purposes, it was merely annoying albeit dangerous normal rain. If it didn't stop soon, it would be annoying albeit dangerous flooding, and possibly a death sentence to anyone trapped on the floor. From their new vantage point, Alkor could see that the town was slowly but most certainly being devoured in its entirety by the strange phenomenon. It might be mi
  10. Alkor stared up at the ominous clouds that only seemed to get darker with time. It was like a shadow cast over the land that sought to empty out the light and banish it forever. The only solace they had were the wild streaks of lightning that stained the sky red, the color of blood. He disliked it. "No, look there," he pointed. The murky, viscous rain pooled heavily on the ground beneath their feet and as time elapsed mere seconds, it seemed to encroach. The swordsman had a sinking feeling, and he did not want his virtual body to buy into the sensation. "I don't want to find out of that's
  11. He managed to get his footing back as he put the muck behind him, now genuinely concerned with the townspeople around him. Their instinct was to shelter themselves indoors, but if his theory was correct, the walls and doors wouldn't do anything to stop the coming flood. Before any of that mattered, though, he had to find the reason he had come here in the first place. She must have been nearby, because this was their designated meeting place. How was it that every time they intended to meet up, something crazy decided to happen? Alkor moved around one of the homes and almost immediately s
  12. In Ancient times, purportedly, the god of Abraham and his sons became hideously displeased with his creation. In keeping with his Covenant, he chose a handful of his people and protected them from his wrath. They were instructed to build an Ark. When Alkor glanced up at the looming darkness, he remembered such stories. Clouds unlike anything that he had ever seen stretched out along the firmament and threatened to swallow the horizon whole. The clouds deprived the land of light, instead showering down tangible darkness. He stretched out his hand and cupped his palm, allowing for the
  13. A hot dog stand didn't seem like it was the place to go for raid buffs, but here he was. Alkor had to admit that he found some enjoyment in a good ol' fashioned hot dog, and he got hungry just thinking about food. When he saw the myriad hot dogs on display behind the counter, he couldn't help himself. Besides, they were stat enhancers, right? No reason to skimp on anything when it came to staying alive! He pulled the Col out of his inventory and counted out what he needed to make the purchase. With a smile, a nod, and a thank you, he took his hot dogs and went on his way.
  14. Alkor entered what seemed to be his favorite Alchemist's shop and began perusing her wares again. It seemed like she usually had everything he needed on hand, but today he couldn't find many of the items he was looking for this time. Granted, the quest he was looking to undertake was extremely difficult- to the point where he had only heard a few rumors. There was talk of one Player who had finished it- and whether lucky or unlucky, Alkor knew the guy. He went through the one channel he knew that the other man wouldn't outright ignore to get in contact with him. Once that was done, well,
  15. House Name: La Casa Location: Floor 24, overlooking the bay near the main settlement. Description: A beautiful villa that overlooks a pristine blue bay. The rooms have sliding glass doors that have access to the outdoors so that it is easy for one to go outside and enjoy the beauty of the 24th floor. In the Tuscan style, it has reds and whites reminiscent of Renaissance architecture. Plot Size: Estate (6 room) Room(s): Basic Kitchen, Bedroom, Living Room, Guest Room, Bathroom, Basement Room Upgrade(s): Master Bedroom, Master Bathroom Total Cost: 30,000 Col
  16. Alkor entered this particular alchemist shop, not for the first time. The properitor's wares were field tested, and the black clad swordsman approved completely. So much so that, for the moment, he wouldn't look elsewhere for the items he needed. He browsed the wares on display, but didn't assume that anything there was free to grab. Instead, after he got a pretty good idea what they had up for sale, he headed toward the counter. "Hey there, I'm looking to buy some damage enhancement potions," he told the Player behind the counter. "I've got plenty of Col to spare, so I'll take two i
  17. Alkor had visited this ship before. The item he'd bought, as he recalled, turned out to be of fine quality, and he was eager to find more that would be equally satisfactory. When it came to the frontlines, Alkor had played fast and loose with his health totals more than once. The live fast die hard ideology allowed him to run headlong into danger and deal optimized damage, but eventually, he'd learned how high the cost could really be. So as he looked now for healing salves, potions, and crystals, he bore in mind not only his own well-being, but that of those who he would go into battle a
  18. Alkor entered the alchemist's shop and headed toward the different salves and tinctures, bemused by the way that the game brought the fantasy of potionmaking to life. It was good to see that people found an interest in it, especially when these were the items that chiefly helped people to stay alive. But today, he'd come specifically for Pheromones, an item type that he'd been told would help with finding and taming a familiar. He looked through the salves until he found one that described exactly what he was looking for, and he went to the counter to make his purchase. "Hello, I'd like o
  19. ...NIGHT? They'd fought that strange, flaming beast together in the forest, but beyond that they never spoke again. Their meeting had been riddled with issues revolving around another Player and how Alkor had dealt with her harshly, but there was a shaky understanding between them when they parted ways. One portion of that understanding was that Alkor had a remarkable Batman complex. Had, he hoped, as he sought to put it behind him as he moved forward and grew. Of course, the joke was no less amusing now, and he felt the warmth in his cheeks as he recognized the woman behind the coun
  20. He wandered into the Artisan shop that Lessa had recommended absently, uncertain of who or what to expect. She hadn't given him the name of the proprietor, only that she "was a friend" and certainly had the items he'd need. Her endorsement was enough for him. Alkor sorted through his inventory and checked his col, then headed toward the counter. "Hi," he greeted, albeit uncertainly. "I'm looking for some trinkets, one for Accuracy and one to help me when I'm searching for things. I should have plenty of Col to cover them..." @NIGHT
  21. Alkor

    Alkor

    Relationships These are the names of people I've met in Aincrad, as well as a brief description of how I know them. Lessa: I first met her when she was brand new to the game. We were close friends, and then, things got weird. A guy named Daeron got in my face and said Lessa wanted nothing to do with me, and not to go near her. So... after that, we lost touch. Lessa's a weird topic for me. She's a good friend. We've been working on reconciling the things that happened in the past; but some people think there's more to it than that. There's not. Mari: Mari and I met under
  22. Alkor

    Alkor

    This happened an hour or so before I dived. I'm writing this so I don't forget. Time passes outside while we're in this world, and the people we left behind go on without us. That said, we go on without them, too. Only living that reality could have taught me what that really meant to me. This is where my story starts. This is who I was. Who I am. Before the line blurs too much to tell the difference. -Thom The alarm screamed, same as always. Three hours of sleep separated one day from the next, and my bloodshot eyes shot around a pitch black room seeking purchase on realit
  23. "Wh-oah!" He called out in surprise as she hit him, albeit totally on accident. He had picked up his pace when he heard her call out to him, and because the whole building seemed to stir and shift around them, he had no sense of their relative distance. Hissing in pain, the Swordsman staggered backward while clutching his head. "Ow," he mumbled as he slowly focused his eyes on Lessa. "It is you," he said breathlessly. For some reason, he had not expected the woman to run into him. Even less, he did not expect her to call out his name. "Are you alright?" he asked. Alkor held out his h
  24. I like to think of myself as a one man wolf pack.

  25. He heard something, or someone, but could see nothing. It was like he had gone to a new place where everything was relative, but nothing existed for him to cling to. If not for the steely resolve he had to be sure that whoever was within was safe, he would have turned right around. Maybe he was wrong to defy his fear. A sound crept across his ears and he saw something move. Or he thought he saw something move. The senses distorted when the mind was in flux. It was a parallax caused by both the augmented reality and by his own emotions, simply put- his truth was defined by his mind.
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