Alkor

The impact jarred him. Before they ever had time to cool their heads and have a constructive conversation, the destruction robbed them of all clarity. Some fell away while others embraced the momentum. All of them found themselves with footing, somehow. He could no longer see the strange, loud woman or the blonde who entreated with him to stop the horrific scene from unfolding. Aincrad never seemed to consider the hopes and dreams of its captives. This quest seemed no different, no less apathetic. What it lacked in compassion, the game made up for in allowing the Players mutability.

Alkor felt the jarring sensation through his head as yowling metal protested the red woman's efforts. He watched in disbelief as she handed him the door handle and told him to "jam it in" to the breach. "Yeah," he replied swiftly as he knocked aside the box he'd previously set in place to offset the loss of power, right, then." With a quick and precise motion, he wedged the metal into the rupture and stepped back. "All yours," he prompted to @Celeste just before he heard an explosion of voices from behind and a loud impact. Alkor whirred round to see the blonde woman barreling into the d

With the situation as fraught as it seemed to be, one would think the group would come together and work as a team. That did not appear to be the case as Alkor sauntered along the deck and saw a group anything but unified. Chaos reigned over the people making a mad dash in every direction around him. Their voices and movements drowned in the explosive reports of blasts from far below. Smog choked the Knight as he ascended toward the helm, only to see the confrontation between several Players. He barely understood the words, but their actions spoke loud enough to reach him through the haze of i

The ship lurched, and jerked round as the Players aboard fought to stabilize her. Where he made sure that the mouthy woman made her way safely aboard ahead of him, Alkor was still at the mercy of the throttling, wildly wailing chain. Thrashing to and fro, he found it difficult to gain purchase at all. The dull static sensation in his elbow warned the First Knight that he was perilously close to losing his grip. Thankfully someone managed to right their trajectory just enough, and he got his other hand on. "Brutal," he muttered as the ship sputtered, struggling it seemed to stay aloft at a

The rush to the Skyport was a blur of thoughts. Like a shell-shocked soldier, the Knight waded through the confusion only vaguely aware of what was happening around him. It was the loud sound from behind him that jarred his senses and stole him back to augmented reality. Alkor spun rapidly as someone yelled out to him. His eyes darted to confirm the threat, and when he found it his blade spun in the palm of his hand. In a reversed grip as he took two swift steps toward his vulnerable foe, the sword drove home. With the blade sunken into the guard's armor half of its length, Alkor waited for tw

He flicked through his inventory idly and summoned a towel. Dabbing the fabric against his body, the sweat began to dissipate and he felt the chill replaced with familiar heat. The false sensation of a digitized body burning off calories. It was a brief respite, but welcome. When her next message came, the blonde knight placed the towel over his head and folded his hands in his lap, seated on the ground. The rumors that began to circulate recently had created a massive influx in the number of info brokers. Where once they were relied on only for details about the floor boss, now they had a tro

One more body to the pile seemed insignificant, but the weight of a life was never any less heavy. His duty to protect the innocent was not a license to take life. Even though the guards were data in the game, their purpose designated and outlined to the digit, they were not altogether mindless slaves to the system. They were doing a duty, no different from his own. This twisted world had its way of ripping pieces of the fabric that made up every individual away, leaving frayed remnants of the person they were behind. How many ribs were left in the fabric that comprised Alkor before the person

A sea of madness swallowed the city. Where once the turmoil existed only in the form of cracks across chiseled marble, now Ladonia was fractured obsidian, blackened by the flames of rebellion. Alkor navigated perilous streets, dodging and ducking the charred detritus of former Imperial holdings. The citizenry cast off their chains, and the things that collared them were kindling for the blaze that set the backdrop to the floor boss battle. The dull roar of a crowd became mind-numbing screams, chanting, and cheering as they trampled guards. En masse, their unpolished and unrefined numbers

Alkor Level 31//Paragon 21 740/740 HP 100/100 EN 23 Base Damage 30 Mitigation 5 Accuracy 3 Evasion 32 Blight Damage (20 Mitigation loss for duration) 48 Bleed Damage Paralyze 50 Battle Healing Survival (10% increase to healing effects applied) The seconds that ticked away until the battle were even more prominent in his mind. In the last Floor Boss battle he faced, Alkor was certain that nothing would go wrong. Experience and time had taught him to value life more than that. The anxiety that came with gambling one's life for the chance a

Beads of perspiration clung to his body as he spun. The blade tore across the straw dummy, drawing a line of crimson that indicated his blade struck true. His other foot stepped forward and he brought the blade upward in an arc, and droplets rained to the floor beneath him. How many times had he executed the Sword Arts, now? How many times had he seen his own actions and deemed them too slow, too sloppy? Alkor screamed his frustrations to the universe, and the loneliness of the training yard answered him. The swordsman had shed several layers to compensate for the heat of the ninth floor,

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Alkor returned the bow respectfully. "You're kind to say so." It was true that the world of Aincrad was lonely without others around, but for someone with a shop that intermittently relieved itself. Such was the situation here, more than likely. It was a welcome reprieve from one's own company. He watched the brief exchange between NIGHT and Iris in silence until their trade ended, and the frontliner turned her attention toward him. He raised a hand thoughtfully to his chin and tapped it a few times. "I was going to look into one of the Broker's rumors or grab a quest, honestly," he reve

He stroked the pommel of his blade with his thumb. In all their brief meetings, Alkor couldn't recall NIGHT giving much praise. In fact, they'd only recently shifted to 'getting along' since that time they saved Koga and that newer Player, Starla, from death. He managed to smile. "Thanks," he said offhand, not entirely sure what else to say. Compliments had always been hard for him. Alkor nodded. "Yeah, I didn't think I'd heard of anything like that," he replied to Iris after she finished. "Seems like everything turned out alright with it, honestly. I liked the idea of a sword that infli

"Yeah, no problem," Alkor assented with a nod as he stepped back to allow Iris to deal with NIGHT. A fellow Guild Member though she was, Alkor and NIGHT still lacked a real sense of camaraderie and still hadn't become used to something as simple as normal conversation yet. Then again, that wasn't unusual for him. When NIGHT asked about his sword, "sort of," he replied. "It's the same sword I've been using, but I just had her change up some of the Enhancements for practicality's sake," he said, indicating Iris. "She did some pretty cool work, so I used an Item to alter its name and appeara

While he could have hoped for more forward, damage enhancing effects, a full retinue of Enhancements that would greviously debilitate an enemy had its own merits. Blight was different now than before. It's hideous affliction degraded the victim's ability to defend themselves while it whittled away their health- a horrifying prospect to say the least. But now, it also bloodied them, forcing their health to chip away even faster, and with the precise application of force it could do all of that while they were powerless to resist. The weapon had transformed into something malevolent, a force of

Name: Witchfang Item Type: One Handed Straight Sword Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Bleed, Paralysis, Blight, Cursed Post Link: Description: Forged from the fang of a Black Dragon, this blade promises ruin to those who are struck by it. Th

So far, there weren't many people who knew much about Appraising items. They existed, and they were quickly coming into their own as crafters, but Alkor didn't know enough to find "the best" Appraiser in Aincrad. He decided that any Appraiser would serve his need, at least for now. Eventually, he'd have to find better items and craft a weapon more suitable for the Frontlines. He arrived on Floor One through the teleporter and looked around for a bit until he found a place with scarlet doors and golden and silver accents. He pushed his way through the doors and looked around. The ro

Alkor | The First Sword "If we are to live we must take risks. Else our lives become deaths in all but name. There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived." [Journal] | [Arthur Pendragon/Alter - Fate Prototype] Corvo "Humanity" is the name for an animal that cannot find joy in life without sacrifice. The pretty lie that is "equality" is nonsense spouted by weaklings who cannot look upon the darkness."

Current Level: 52 Current SP: 224 Link to SP Tracking: Here. Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Blightsteel Item ID: [Wuotan Gift] Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Curved Sword Item Rarity: Demonic Item Enhancements: CURSED / BLIGHT / DMG II Description: "Some men wield blades to be heroes, others are more pragmatic." Item Name: Blightsteel Item Tier: 4 Item Type: OHSS Item Enhancements: CURSED /