Bee

The world around Bee swirled as her body dematerialized and rebuilt itself elsewhere. The rainy, blood-soaked Floor 29 shifted to the Trackers Alliance guild hall. She was sprawled on the floor of her bedroom, soaked by rain and mud. When she remembered that Morningstar was still fighting, she scrambled up and charged out the door. The hall was empty. Her guildmates must have been out on missions or otherwise occupied. In the bathroom, she rinsed dirt off her face. It had hardened like scales, but it rubbed off easily when reintroduced with water. Her skin was rosy from the friction

It would have taken precognition to react to an attack so quick. Morningstar lurched, eyes drawn to the slab of metal poking through his chest. A sword? Here? Shamblers didn’t use weapons. So who…? It disappeared, and the pressure in his back lessened. He dropped to his knees. Bee screamed out. An axe materialized in her grip, but through a succession of harsh coughs, Morningstar dissuaded her from fighting. “Teleporter--” he managed before he was shoved face-first into the mud. Shit. Bee. Crystal. Quick. He shifted his head left, and through the muddy mess on his face, he scrol

Three. Two. One. Bee shoved open the front door. Ilridge had become a hellscape. Mobs flooded the street; shamblers, deep ones, mi-go and the like, all fighting for their claim over the lands. Players stretched out along every street and alley, pushing back against the hordes. It was day one all over again. They pushed past players, through mobs. Morningstar shielded Bee the whole way, keeping her in eyesight at all times, never letting her stray too far. “Keep moving!” he shouted, his sword ripping through a deep one. Creatures clawed at them, kept at bay by his full rotation of swo

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Leron coughed. His once-pristine silver armor was now marred by streaks of mud. He had separated from his spear during the fall. Where was it? He spun, kicking up dirt as he searched for the Spectral Knight. It stood no more than ten feet from him, unscathed but for the spear sticking out of its gut and the tiny fracture in its health bar. It ripped the weapon out of itself, tossing it aside and fanning away the blood pixels. Leron’s face was full of fear. The knight was different than the floor’s common monsters. At the very least, it was as strong as a field boss—if not greater. Un

Sitting on the sidelines bothered Bee. She wanted to do more; help more; heal more. But every time she stepped into the streets of Ilridge, she ran the risk of dying. Every single monster she came across could end her life in an instant. She was awed by the strength of the frontliners who faced them every single day, keeping the hordes of Floor 29 at bay and challenging the most fearsome creatures. How it was even possible was beyond her. “I’ll walk you back to the teleporter. The streets are probably still hectic,” Morningstar said. He stood, putting on his red coat. “If there’s any

They sat around a table, ignoring the tumultuous screeching coming from the other room. The Shambler was in an uproar, but that wasn’t so unusual. It happened from time to time; eventually, it would tire itself out and quiet down. Morningstar tried not to let it bother him. He was holding it captive after all. “Okay, but say the sword is the cure. How do we find it?” Morningstar asked. Bee kicked her feet up on the table top, wobbling back and forth in her unleveled chair. “I dunno. You’re the expert. Where do you normally start?” “Brokers. Bistro, these days. But I can’t imagin

Bee shut her eyes, waiting for the ringing to end. She leaned over the table and buried her head in her arms. FATAL ERROR was burned into her eyes; even closed, she could still see the faded remains of those two words. She stayed there, waiting, long after the window had vanished, until she heard her name being called. “Bee?” came Morningstar from the room over. When she didn’t answer, he called again. She raised her head. “Still here,” she managed. He stumbled around the corner, his face paler than usual. “Did you see that too?” Bee could only nod, trying to catch her bear

Bee | Lv.6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 He hesitated before the cage. Dying Sun had the habit of hurting its foes, but it was the only form of paralysis they had. The Shambler needed to be sedated for Bee to safely attempt her skills. He drew his blade and stuck it between the bars of the cage. The Shambler squirmed, letting out a screech at the sight of the weapon. “I’m sorry,” Star muttered, jabbing the creature as gently as possible. He did it again. And again. Over and over, he stabbed it until the paralysis took effect. Bee watched in silence. “Start with First Aid,” Morn

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Bee | Lv.6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 In Ronbaru, everything was pretty. Loud explosions cast colours and patterns across the sky. Dresses, gowns, and robes of similar styles were donned; Bee had found a pastel pink saree embellished with stones and cut beads. Everyone looked so beautiful. She stood off to the side of the Gyan Chauper, watching as a pair of girls finished a game. She was intrigued by both the game and by the closeness of the pair. They were basically interlocked while they took turns moving pieces across the board. When they were done, and it came to her tur

Bee continued to rub her knuckles, watching intently as Freyd pummeled the sand shark back into the ground. It exploded. She had never seen anything die before. The corpse turned into blue sparkles, floating away from Freyd's fist. She could do nothing but stare in awe. Is this what the frontlines are like? With their quest complete, the group immediately began to split up. Left alone with the two women, Bee panicked and scurried off. "Oh, ok bye," she mumbled, hurrying back to Fortaleza. A new to-do list replaced the old. Screw Rosa. She didn't need her. She needed a weapon, some fo

Why a whip? And what was a fedora? She laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, maybe." She had no idea what he was talking about. What a day. Very quickly, Bee went from falling into a lie, to adopting two (extremely pretty) new girls, to watching Freyd beat a blind shark half to death with his bare hands. He just punched it... and cracked its armor... She frowned, weaponless. The expectation that they were to also contribute puzzled her. She couldn't do what he just did. She didn't think anyone could do what he just did. She rolled up her sleeve and charged at the beast anyway, replicating Freyd'

To tell another soul that she had been denied (and quite frankly, scammed out of several thousand col) by a woman who was supposedly a top tier support on the frontlines was far too embarrassing. Instead, she lied, plainly offering a tale that, oddly enough, made more sense than the truth. She fumbled her words. "Museum," she blurted out. "I was looking for a museum." Okay, so maybe it didn't make much sense. Bee wasn't even sure there was a museum in Fortaleza. "I'm a bit of a history nerd," she chuckled, committing to the fib. What was she even talking about? She didn't know two things