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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 18:26:18 GMT
[attr="class","quest"] Sarum Expedition Combat Mission
As we get closer toward the city of Sarum, monsters seem to continuously spawn. Your job is to team up with fellow Adventurers and take down your fair share of monsters so that we can expand the camp ever so closer toward the city borders.
NPC: Eddison
List of Objectives:
- Kill Golem Sentry Lv 2: 0/10 - Kill Golem Sentry Lv 10: 0/3 - Kill Golem Sentinel Lv 15: 0/2 - Kill Golem Phalanx Lv 20: 0/1 - Expand Sarum Expedition Camp: 0/1
Participants: [Main_Tank] Saber Lv52 [Sub_Tank] Caerbannog Lv32 [Main_Healer] Jojo Kaguya Lv15 [Sub_Healer] Capsule Lv37 [DPS] Kumori Lv19 [DPS] Renai Lv16 [DPS] Stryke Lv25 [DPS] Avalon Lv13 [DPS] Aeon Lv14
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) - :: - Skill: ??? Distant from Londenium, beyond the Windsor Greatwood, the path to another city drew the attention of numerous curious adventurers. Many of them ventured from the starting city just before dawn and had just arrived at the expedition camp once the sun was halfway to its zenith. Others arrived late the previous day and had already spent a night in the makeshift tents and stalls. Amongst the adventurers, there were also landers who organized the direction of the expedition. Though they could not be sent to the frontlines, they were able to gather overly excited adventurers together to form solid parties.
A middle-aged lander with thin red hair and a neatly trimmed mustache waited by a solidly built wooden signage. Upon that signage, a quest was posted every few hours. At that moment, the posted quest asked for a party which could clear an area further ahead. Those who just came in through the road from Londenium would have encountered some younger landers asking for participants for that combat-centric party, and they would direct the interested adventurers to the aforementioned middle-aged lander named Eddison.
Having just arrived from the road to Londenium herself, a black-haired samurai with a small brown rabbit on her head was recruited by one of the young landers. She knew that boy, someone whom she helped before, and as he expected, Caerbannog was willing to assist with his Uncle Eddison’s request. And so the samurai was the first to be recruited into the party which would be sent to face creatures from the new frontier. The girl sat down at the foot of the wooden signage and ate some chef-made melon bread while she waited for other participants. Her rabbit Hrairoo looked around sleepily and twitched its ears at anyone who walked close by.
OOC Notes: Preparation post. Recruitment thread is [link] | Word Count: 297 | Tags: --- |
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Wolf Hair
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Post by Renai on Mar 26, 2014 22:50:31 GMT
[OOC: Considering there's a metric butt ton of us, I strongly recommend posting in the 'rounds' fashion. Everyone posts once in whatever order between Neun's posts. So Neun posts, we all post in whatever order, and then Neun posts and rinse-repeat.] Renai was not one to be caught unawares for the most part. He hadn't had any particular interest in the idea of fighting or getting rough, seeing as it simply wasn't very elegant and he got the feeling his mom would start yelling at him inside his head. That was never pleasant. Thus, for the most part, he was simply humming a soft song quietly to himself as he did what he could out here. Namely, he was doing some chef work. He more or less had unfettered access to quite a few materials, which made his usage of the chef class somewhat easy. Even if he could only make things up to level 5, it was still a useful thing to have and he was rather enjoying making candy. Konpeito, to be exact. He had already made quite a few batches of the small candy and was enjoying the different colors they came in, but his attention was pulled aside by the person he worked for. He had forgotten people could check his main class level. That was a thing, as it turned out, and the person accosting him now was questioning why he was spending time making these 'crappy candies' instead of fighting. Renai would have clocked him in the head had that been elegant, but it wasn't, so he settled for a fake smile and returned to working. Until said individual knocked the candy out of his hand and ordered him to go do some combat work. No more access to cooking materials for Renai. Rude... With a somewhat flat expression, Renai nodded and headed over to the area he was directed, bagging the konpeito he had made before he left. Konpeito was delicious. As he made sure the bag of candy was secure, Renai walked up to the Eddison fellow. He didn't have a chance to say anything before the Lander thumped him on the back and recruited him immediately. Was everyone this pushy...? There was some shortstack near the sign, probably signed up for the same adventure, but Renai was more focused on how he didn't have any tea. He was craving some now. [Renai has joined the party!] The woodcrafter could have sworn he heard fanfare from somewhere.
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Post by Kumori on Mar 27, 2014 7:33:53 GMT
| Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100% | "In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends." |
Ryuu was already in the camp. He donned on his normal leather armor, covered with a black shirt and put on his black pants. He tied his scabbards to his belt at his back and strapped his shoes on. While this was a desert, his typical garb was necessary. He took his normal and tattered green cloak from the hanger and placed it over him to keep him away from the blistering sun.
It seemed that several people were beginning to come and help with the expedition and the clearing of the monsters that began spawning. Intel from the scouts gave him a list of what they were likely to face. They were all rock-type, so any type of water attacks would do them well. From what he knew, golems were stone. These golems, though, appeared to be normal, which meant their physical resistance was little to none. The assassin just hoped that he would be able damage the golems and aid the group to finishing what they needed to. Upon the arrival of more adventurers, Ryuu went to go look for the lander who was in charge of giving orders of where to go and what to fight. After looking for a while, he saw Kyuu right next to the lander he was looking for as well as the signage that said Combat Mission. “So did you just arrive?,” he asked her. After her response, Ryuu would speak to the Lander and a ping notified he was added to the party as well. Ryuu opened up the party list and saw that another person was in it as well. Renai was the name that appeared and it seemed he was the other adventurer nearby, waiting as well.
“Ho!,” the assassin called out to the adventurer as he waved his hand, “My name is Kumori, it’s nice to meet you… I hope we’ll be able to get along.” Ryuu bowed as if this were Japan, showing respect and modesty towards the other party member.
OOC NOTES: 334 words Sounds good to me... Posting rounds it is!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 7:54:45 GMT
Jojo awoke the day with her normal steps, looking forwards to an actually good and interesting day or week with how things were looking. Incidentally inside a small inn like this one and taking a hot shower was good for her as the water ran down before drying off and dressing in the usual clothing. Her white outfit that held in some regard cloth armor to it, as the clothing was decently similar to that of a straitjacket. Unlike most though, it held a more clairvoyance feel to it as well, the white gown with simple interlocking buckles while easily enough covering all the necessities as well. She paused with silent breath thinking to herself, “I need new equipment, and this beginner gear is getting old real fast.” Truly the gear itself needed replaced, Jojo knew that more than anyone but luckily it never was ripped or torn up in previous battles as her eyes looked outside.
It was that one second that a green blip showed up on her mini-map, her eyes looking up to the upper right peripheral as she noticed the blip of a friend, and as there were only two on her list that meant it was either Kumori or Xhy. With a hefty sigh of relief for the morning to no longer be boring, she packed her stave onto her back and once standing her five foot four inch height, she went out of the building and directly towards the blip. That was going to be the interesting part of the day to her at the least. Sure enough she soon saw her friend Kumori and waved with a giggle to her lips, “Hey Ero-sempai, how are you doing?” Making a less conscious effort of calling him pervert in a language everyone knew and rather utilizing the Japanese format instead was a good trade off for her.
Jojo had looked at the other two and said her helloes to them before having spoken with the main quest giver, a people of the land, and smiled once immediately added to the party. Her eyes looking at the stats and then sufficiently standing off to the side and leaning against a pillar and waiting like the others seemed to be doing yet she had easily enough done her tease to Kumori for the day. Beyond that, she wondered what the rest of this day would hold in store of all of them. Jojo had a sufficient curiosity, although she did now pull up the party board, and looking through at the names enough to find she was probably one of the healers for the group, and if they had more joining, that meant more to heal as well. This at the least was exciting enough for Jojo to stick around and enjoy the festivities to come.
Notes ╡ I do agree with Renai on this one, we definitely should do round fashion posting. There are more than five of us on this quest, and to relieve the congestion of waiting it would be in the best interest of everyone involved. Word Count ╡ 469
Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.
MP: 100% HP: 100%
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Post by Saber on Mar 27, 2014 17:32:59 GMT
Do you believe in ghosts? Air was pulled from the air and sucked into a slightly open pair of nostrils for a moment as a sleeping man took in a deep, rested breath. The air was held there for a few seconds within his lungs before it was forcibly pushed back out into the digitally natural world. The man grumbled lightly and squirmed, his mind disturbed by a strange dream. Though, after a few moments, his mind was wiped as a bit of sunshine breeched the canopy and lay over his face. The light was like a laser, striking the player’s eyelids with almost perfect precision and the limited amount of overcast allowed the sun to assault him for much longer than usual. The effect was enough to wake the player from his nearly-dead state and caused him to groan. He didn’t want to move. His body hurt. He was tired. He was hungry. He needed more sleep. Why was the world so annoying? He just wanted to go home. There needed to be a hidden door somewhere that he could fall through and get out of this place. Why couldn’t he just be left alone?
“Go away sun…” The player mumbled and flailed lazily at the air as he slowly began rolling to his right, fleeing from the bright laser cannon in the sky. However in his sleep, the player had forgotten about what he was leaning against.
In the middle of his attempt to escape from the tormenting sun, the tree stump the player used as support and a pillow vanished from behind him; leaving him vulnerable to gravity’s hand. Before the man could protect himself from the impending attack, he was yanked down and flopped onto the ground. His body wasn’t hurt much because of the short distance but his head slammed against an exposed tree root. The pain wasn’t too bad so he wasn’t screaming or hollering, but it was enough to wake the player from his drowsy state. A low and annoyed groan bellowed out of his throat for nearly ten seconds as he lay there, still, comprehending the stupidity of the situation. Sleep was so kind, so gentle, so warm, and it was a much more favorable state to be in than to live in the world the player knew was staring at him from the other side of his eyelids. And yet, the throbbing headache he now had and the sunlight that was slowly making its way over his face made it far too difficult for him to return to the kind sleeping world.
“Why…?” He asked subconsciously as the tiny muscles around his eyelids began to move, prying said eyelids apart so the player could see what was around him. At first, his vision was blurry and it was far too difficult to make anything around him out. Yet, as he blinked a few times, the lingering effects of his nap began to dissipate. It took a while, a long while, for Saber to finally be comfortable with opening his eyes fully. And he already regretted it. Just beyond his reach, laying there like a king on its belly, was one of the weasels that he had been fighting almost ten hours prior to his current situation. It was a monster known as the Brier Weasel. They were usually docile in nature but were extremely aggressive if bothered. Although because of its size and cuteness, the Weasel was one of the more favorable familiars for summoners or tamers. It was also one of the monsters Saber hated the most. They were fast, nimble, and very slippery, making them tough to strike in close quarters combat. In addition, the bastards could control magical vines. They were very good at using those vines to bind, trip, smack, slap, whip, and distract anything or anyone attempted to attack them. Higher level Weasels could control more of those vines, making attacking even more difficult. Their unpredictability in battle made Saber uneasy around them at all times, but they made great opponents because of that.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who wanted to sleep.” Saber chuckled to himself as he realized the Weasel in front of him had its eyes closed. Its tiny body wiggled and bristled as it pranced through its own dream world. As Saber lay on his side and watched the creature sleep, he smirked to himself. It didn’t seem bothered that there was an Adventurer laying just three feet away from it. Though, Saber didn’t remember the thing being there when he fell asleep so it probably wandered over while he was resting. Maybe seeing something stronger gave it a sense of safety? Possibly.
Knowing the other creature was asleep, Saber was careful with his movements. Rather than just jump to his feet, the player pushed off the ground slowly and rose up to a seated position. Using the stump for support once more, he raised himself straight up and pushed onto his feet which he kept planted; rolling forward onto his ankles. The Weasel wiggled in its sleep, twisting slightly as it moved closer to its own tail. Saber stared at the little thing, checking to see if it was awake or not. Seeing that it wasn’t, Saber pulled open his menu, navigated to his inventory and then down to his food. Tapping on the “apple” selection, the player summoned two of them into his left hand.
“Here’s your reward for being brave.” Very gently Saber placed the two apples down right beside the Weasel. With that, he relied on his Tracker subclass’s skill, Silent Move, to allow him to leave the area quietly. Disturbing the Weasel would only get him into a fight and right now he was far too relaxed for such a thing. He needed to walk and wake his body up before doing anything like fight a Weasel; especially since that one was level thirty-two. In his state, Saber wouldn’t have lasted long.
The Assassin yawned as he made his way east, following his highlighted mini-map as he navigated straight back to the expedition camp other Adventurers were using as a base for assaulting the city of Sarum. The camp was a strange place and it was filled with far too many scumbags for his tastes, so Saber elected to sleep in the nearby forest. There weren’t any monsters he had to worry about assaulting him aside from the Weasels, and most of them didn’t bother to look at him sometimes. So instead of dealing with the immaturity of some of the other players, Saber put himself at a bit of risk in the wild. Surprisingly it was paying off. Out of the six times he had fallen asleep in the trees or on the ground, Saber was only poked at once. That one time was by a very, very curious baby Weasel who turned out to be searching for food. Of course, Saber assisted the little rascal before nudging it back into the wilderness. It was those little things that reminded Saber that the game wasn’t all about getting experience; it was about living.
However as Saber popped out from the edge of the forest and stood a few meters away from the Adventurer’s camp, he wished that some large monster would just walk through and demolish everything. The sight before him was sickening. It was pitiful how intrusive the players were to the surrounding zone and how inconsiderate they were to the world around them. During his day-long grinds, Saber had learned much about taking care of the world and preserving it. One thing he had learned was to work with the forest, not against it. It was more beneficial to do that and allowed him to get plenty more experience. What the other players before him were doing by carving a dent in the forest for a bunch of tents and fires was making the job for people like Saber more difficult. Monsters were learning to avoid players, and that made hunting them much harder because of how good some of them were at hiding.
“Fools.” Saber scoffed as he pulled his hood over his head and nudged his nose underneath the tattered scarf around his neck. Continuing on, Saber made his way around the edge of the camp and opened up his menu. Navigating to the equipment screen, Saber began his preparations for a long day of combat. He had been considering it for a while, but it seemed like it was about time he did some damage around the walls of the blockaded city. The Golems were still spawning, people were still fighting, and Saber was getting impatient. He also wanted some materials so he could do some crafting, so not only would he benefit from potentially gaining entrance to the city, but he would get materials to make some better weapons and armor, and he would get experience towards his level. That was always a plus, as he wanted to get his plan moving.
After doing some scouting and light battles, Saber knew what he would be fighting; Golems. They were stone beasts with a ton of power behind their strikes. However they were slow, making quick and light attacks against them more efficient. So, Saber equipped his twin blades on his waist, strapped his collection of throwing knives to his thighs, and strapped his knife across his lower back for emergency purposes. He considered using his bow, but for now he didn’t see the need to use it. Saber wanted to taste some close quarters today.
What Saber didn’t expect to see was some adventurers gathering around the wooden quest board.
“That’s new.” It wasn’t rare for him to come across people walking away from the board or people taking quests alone, but these players were waiting. Why? There was already enough of them to do a small quest so why wait? Why not go fight? Saber continued to think about their reasoning as he made his way around them to the Person of the Land standing there.
“Looking for something to do, masked stranger?” The man labeled as Eddison spoke up as Saber glanced at the wooden bulletin board.
“I am looking for something interesting. Care to enlighten me?” Saber muttered through the cloth over his face as he read over a few of the small slips of paper. For the most part, the papers were the same; kill so many Golems, search this area, rescue this Person of the Land. They were all fairly simple and boring quests to say the least.
“Well, there has been a sign of a Golem Phalanx in the field. How is that for interesting?” The Person of the Land grinned and crossed his arms. Saber’s eyes slid off the board and he stared the man down. Golem Phalanx? That was the field boss… and he had been hunting that beast for a few days now while he was doing the other quests.
“Is that so…” Saber muttered and glanced back at the board as he started to search. It was then that he saw the paper; Sarum Expedition Combat Mission. Bingo. The player read over the details slowly, remaining quiet as he did so, and took in the requirements for the quest. Though, it didn’t much connecting for him to realize that the same quest he was reading was most likely the reason the other players were waiting.
“Looks like its party time…” Saber thought as he tapped on the paper, causing a menu to appear in front of him. He accepted the quest and heard a cheer echo in the background as he was automatically added to the nearby party. He held back a sigh, as Saber would have been content at doing the quest alone. However, after some extra hands would make things much easier. The level of how easy it would be depended on the other players’ levels of course. If all was well, then the mission would be over quick. Saber liked quick.
: Post Title : -Signing Up-
: Word Count : 2001
: Skills Used : Silent Move
: Tagged : Saber, [Unknown Players]
: Notes : Bouts tah rock an roll
Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
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Post by Aeon on Mar 27, 2014 20:32:03 GMT
Aeon, sat near the camp at sarum, this was an operation many adventurers had come in search of treasure, searching for a title, what exactly was it that was here. Many of these area’s had massively changed since the new servers and the mobs themselves seemed to evolve becoming smarter and stronger. Aeon had spent much of his time researching the enemies, in the current zones he could access, something was always strange about everything there action patterns had changed everything had changed.
Of course this wasn’t something that the Nazgul like mage would tell others it was something that could cause people fear, fear of the unknown, such a simple way to break the minds of the weak and scared. It was clear many people were scared with this new frontier, not knowing how to get back home or what their fates would be, very few had brought themselves to terms with their new lives, of course for some it was obvious in their minds to hide themselves away.
The Black Mage was one whom didn’t die, one whom used his experience to keep himself from falling in battle, his research was what guided him through this world, his duty and his mission, it helped being a tailor, blend in remove suspicion and make small talk regarding peoples encounters, its amazing how people can lower there guard when someone is doing something for them.
But Sarum was something new the creatures, golems creatures of mud and rock, creatures with much power but had many weaknesses, there were still mysteries at work here and it was time to unlock them.
WC: 270
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Schiesse
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Pharmacist
Animal Tamer
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Ephemeral Solace
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Post by Capsule on Mar 28, 2014 12:34:58 GMT
Muse: ElevatorstruckNotes:DukeTags:Aeon, Avalon, @dindeen, Kumori, @jojo, Renai, Saber & StrykeWords:1161[newclass=.benetbar]background-color:#050505; border: 2px solid #050505; border-radius: 5px; overflow: hidden; width: 100px; height:6px;[/newclass] [attr="class","benetbar"] [newclass=.benetbar]background-color:#050505; border: 2px solid #050505; border-radius: 5px; overflow: hidden; width: 100px; height:6px;[/newclass] [attr="class","benetbar"] It was rather hard to sleep when there was a ruckus all around you. Adventurers and Landers alike were going on and on about "Sarum this," "Sarum that," and "HOLY HELL, DID YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THAT GOLEM?!" She could also blame the rabbit pawing at her chest, or her owl, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, who was steadily pecking at her ear. Capsule rolled over in an attempt to shrug off and ignore the animals, but only succeeded in collapsing her pitiful excuse for a "tent". The tent consisted of two materials: her blanket and a sturdy stick. With the two of them fallen over now, however, she found herself thrown into a stifling darkness. She panicked and struggled with her blanket, forgetting about Fiver and Duke, who soon started throwing fits of their own.
A low mewl of distress sounded from the blanketed form. Duke was doing his best to flap his little wings, and Fiver was now digging at Capsule's chest like she was a dead rabbit blocking the exit of a tunnel. This only stressed her out more, and made the trapped redhead flail about more. She (somehow) managed to roll over and over, all the while issuing muffled screams of alarm. A high pitched keening from Duke threatened to overcome her cries, while Fiver remained unnervingly silent. "'Elp!" Capsule cursed as her shoulder hung over empty air. Perhaps setting up camp near a small hill was not her best course of action, but the best spots had been taken, and apparently crummy tents were not allowed to be set up near the better and larger ones.
Capsule barely had time to contemplate her fate as pain shot through the small of her back, and something soft and feathery shoved against her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself (and Fiver), dimly aware of the sudden fresh air pouring in against her back before she rolled off the edge.
Falling while you were temporarily blinded was never fun, unless you happened to be one of those crazy adrenaline junkies. Capsule was not, which she made abundantly clear for the first few seconds of free falling. Her short screams were cut off as the air was forcibly ejected from her body, all thanks to the rough side of the hill her side slammed into. From there on she merely rolled down the hill, repeatedly disturbed by jolts and scratches. Her blanket was snagged on something at some point, making this little adventure all that more horrifying. It wasn't a very tall height in hindsight, but seeing the ground rushing up to meet her at such a fast rate was more than enough to make her physically ill.
"Oof." Her fall was broken by a low growing piece of shrubbery, which was a lot nicer than landing on the hard ground. Capsule sighed and rolled over twice, coming to a stop on the ground a few inches below. Duke was circling overhead, hooting softly, and Fiver was… The shrub rustled as Capsule sat up to inspect the quivering figure of the brown rabbit in her arms. He looked half scared to death, but was still alive and well. She pulled her blanket down and turned it into a sling to carry the spooked rabbit in. Sleeping was obviously out for now.
She was fortunate to have picked a relatively secluded spot, or else the owl would not be the only one laughing at her misfortune. Grumbling to herself and wondering if it was possible to make a leash of some sorts for her small owl, Capsule took a few minutes to dust herself off and check for any substantial damage. Her armor - if you could even call it that - appeared ready to fall apart at any given notice. She was still clad in starter armor; the only things of merit she had on her were her potions, blanket and kukri. ...Yeah, there was a lot she would have to rectify, ideally before she got into anything dangerous, like a dungeon run.
Her plan so far was to make good use of her Pharmacist subclass, and tend to the injured or help build up their stock of healing potions. She did not need to be well armored for that. With that feeling of confidence slowly leaking its way into her body and limbs, Capsule started for where the group of healers and potion makers would be waiting. A small smile plastered itself on her face, and remained even after she reached the rendezvous point and spotted a familiar Amazonian figure. Without breaking stride or giving any sign of discomfort, Capsule decided to "nope nope nope" away before Kassey could call out to her. She would rather take her chances with the golems than be bullied.
Streets of Rage's "Go Straight" played loudly in her head as she shuffled away. There should be a quest board straight up ahead. This was verified by one of the Landers flagging her down, not so much as asking for assistance as he was demanding it. He pointed her further down the road beaten by hundreds of feet, where a small cluster of Adventurers could be seen gathering in the distance. The man said something about her higher level being useful to the expedition, but she had a feeling he was more confident in her abilities than she was.
She ran her fingers through her hair, wishing for a comb or brush to better tidy her long strands of red hair. It would be much easier to cover all signs of bedhead with a hood or hat or whatever - or an owl. That worked, too. She paused for a moment to squint up at Duke, who had decided to perch on her head. He could have easily nestled down onto her shoulder, but… '...I don't understand owls.' Maybe the owl thought he was safer up there, or did want to get too close to Fiver.
Duke hooted loudly and rudely to the other players as Capsule pretended to read over the notes and requests plastered on the quest board, careful to avoid treading upon the girl and her Frenmic rabbit. "Yes, this seems to be the place," she muttered to herself, half reading some faded graffiti that said "SPARTA DEMANDS WALES". She wanted to carve in an "h" in "Wales" to turn it into "whales," and would have, too, if that didn't mean attacking the board with her knife.
Capsule casually stepped away from the sign, but remained in the vicinity of the small group, casually stuffing her hands into her pockets, and casually resisting the urge to whistle. Of course, it was hard to do either of those things when you had an owl on your head and a rabbit in a sling around your neck and shoulders. Unfortunately, this was one of those elevator moments that forced you to tolerate the close presence of other people for a (usually short) while.
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Wolf Hair
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Post by Avalon on Mar 29, 2014 12:45:19 GMT
word count;2011 Ba-bump. Ba-bump. This was the perfect time for hunting. It was a hot and sunny afternoon. Out in the open, the burning sunlight would have abstracted her vision and most likely, drained her energy. As long as she was hidden in the shade amongst the shade of the trees and bushes, she would be able to conserve her energy. If she was back home, she would have rather chosen to stay in the comfort of her own apartment, away from any possible danger. No more monsters. Safe. But then thinking about it again, she thought that maybe this place, her seemingly new reality of Elder Tale might be a bit safer than being in a world where any place, there could be murderers, robbers, and other such sick people lurking somewhere and dying was permanent. At least here, she thought optimistically that most weren't like that in the beginning and dying? She would be revived each time. She wouldn't be normally out in a place where there was a risk of danger but she eventually had realized that it was a must to survive. She decided to hunt today and this was a perfect time to do so. This was a time when the beasts and other such types of monsters would have most likely the most activity especially the pitted boars that she had been following for quite some time ago. The beasts would either be frolicking in the forest, searching for foods, or on their way to the watering hole to cool off from the heat. She had followed a group of pitted boars from a distance as quietly as she was able to do so all the way to a watering hole.
Behind some bushes, she had quickly crouched down with one knee upward and the other down to maintain stability in her hidden position. She twitched from a slight pain in her legs as they were becoming quite strained and sore since she had been out in the Windsor Greatwood from some few hours ago stalking following the group of boars and other beasts in the wild that she had tried to follow but unfortunately had lost track of after a while. Fortunately, she had been lucky this time in following the pitted boars for this long. She narrowed her eyes and then observed intently seeing that there were five younglings pitted boars of a either level one or two and three adult pitted boars of two level six pitted boars and one level eight boar. The level eight boar was the largest and showed it's head up high as if showing that it was the toughest and proud of it's status. That pitted boar seemed like the leader of the pack of pitted boar. The boar bared it's sharp teeth at the other adult pitted boars who even for a second, moved their head in a higher position than it was. The level eight pitted boar was the perfect target. It wasn't too weak, nor too strong. She most likely would be able to shoot her arrow and land a clean hit but not completely destroying the level eight pitted boar. She then would be able to hopefully sell the pitted boar for some just rewards. If it were possible and the boars weren't able to run away immediately after the shot, maybe she could shoot down and hopefully destroy some of the lower level pitted boars for some extra experience. She just hoped she didn't screw up and miss her first target.
After waiting for a few painstaking minutes that seemed to go on for forever, she took a soft relieving breath finally seeing the pitted boars all bunched up together by the corner of the watering hole. She observed that the level eight pitted boar unfortunately wasn't the closest boar to her but maybe she could shoot it down using the skill move rapid shot. It would allow her to shoot two arrows instead of just one. Still, the accuracy after the first shot wasn't as reliable as she would want it to be. The best she could do if she used that rapid shot was to just really chance and hope for the best. The pitted boar in front of the level eight pitted boar she was aiming to shoot down was one of the young pitted boars that was of a level one so that was a guaranteed kill shot if she didn't miss it. Plus, her Hunter sub class would let her damage beast type monsters by twenty percent more than her normal damage capacity. So it was now or never. She had to take the level eight pitted boar down before the group of pitted boars decided to disperse and spread out and away from the clearing. Rapid Shot. For a moment, her sharp eyes flashed a midnight gold hue. She steadily held her bow outward and with much force and carefulness, pulled the strings of the bow all the way reaching to her right shoulder. With rapid shot, she held two arrows instead of one sending the exertion and velocity zooming toward her targets. Whoosh! She narrowed her eyes and observed intensely on the trajectory and location of the arrows and it was fortunately heading toward the right direction at least what her bare eyes could see. Both arrows passed some trees, logs, and bushes but stayed steady, not straying away from the direction. She just prayed that it would hit and nothing would happen to cause the group of pitted boars to notice the arrows or something that would make all of them move so suddenly.
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion from some distance away that immediately spooked the group of pitted boars as it caused them to take off in different direction as they sprinted off as fast as a frightened rabbit. She cursed, "Damn it," as she glared at the empty clearing before her that was once full of pitted boars she was eager to capture and kill. So much for getting a bit more hunting experience. She stared hard at that one arrow stuck upward on the grass terrain as if waiting for it to move somehow. But where was the other arrow? Scanning the clearing, she scrunched her eyes but she didn't see any arrow on the grass or in any of the surroundings in the clearing. She sighed, "Fine," as she brushed off specks of grass and dirt from her pants and walked over to find her lost arrow. Out of nowhere, she heard a yelping squeal from the watering hole and she rushed over hoping that she was able to capture at least one boar. She actually did it. There it was. In the glistening clear pond, was a level six pitted board drowning in it's sorrows, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. The arrow was lodged deep into the upper portion of the front right leg and was turned to the side so she couldn't have noticed the arrow from a distance. This level six pitted boar might have been the closest boar to the watering hole and so the velocity of arrow must have pushed the boar into the watering hole. Frowning, she read the hp bar and saw that the boar was at it's lowest health point. Not likely to survive traveling to an adventurer or lander who she would sell or trade it for. And if she pulled the arrow out, the pitted boar disappearing into oblivion would be the outcome. Not finding the boar useful and choosing to releasing it from any more pain. She bent down slowly and carefully picked up the boar. She apologized, "Sorry," and with one final grating squeal, she made one forceful tug on the arrow, dropped it on the ground, and the boar dissipated into specks of data.
Hesitating for a moment, she paused looking downtrodden at the failed hunting attempt. At least she used her new skill correctly though it didn't unfortunately didn't make her feel much better about it. She was a bit curious on why there was so much commotion from a distance. Coming upon a dusty trail, she widened her eyes at the surprise seeing groups of landers and adventurers chattering loudly about an exciting 'Sarum' expedition. Now she had heard much rumors about a Sarum expedition and it had perked her curiosity a bit but that wasn't her goal at that time since she was still in the process of adapting to the new reality. She steadily followed the crowd and heard that there would be golems. Those were rock type monsters right? She cocked her head in thought and if that were true, she would have a slight advantage over them since she was an artisan. But all these commotion had caused her to lose her kill. Then again, she would gain much more experience if she joined this expedition. Lost in her thoughts, she clumsily halted when someone suddenly tapped her shoulder from behind and she turned sharply seeing a young male lander who accosted her from behind. He paused in surprised, stood still but continued giving her a wide grin, "Interested in the combat centric party?" with his bright blue eyes seemingly gleaming in curiousness. She paused for a moment finally realizing what the craze was about and then shrugged, "Uh sure," as it really didn't hurt to explore other locations and learn to party with others. "Awesome," he replied with that same grin that was borderline arrogant, "Come follow me!" saying with a thumbs-up and led her to the Sarum expedition site. She winced for a moment when he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the tents.
She glared at him from the behind and forcefully tugged her way out of the young man's grasp. He looked baffled for a second and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but she immediately cut him off. She snapped, "Can you just point me to the direction of where I need to go?" and he had seemed like he was about to protest so she cut him off and emphasized slowly, "Where should I go?" He sighed and replied, "See that wooden board right there?" as he shrugged looking to the side and away from her. Right after that question, she began to scan the area, she then noticed the large wooden board and nodded in confirmation. She felt a bit bad she snapped at the young man but she didn't enjoy being dragged around like a kid when she was capable to at least find her way herself. As she headed toward the wooden board full of papers of quests all. scattered messily there to undertake for any interested adventurer, she glanced at the various adventurers chattering excitedly and some even proudly showing off their weapons to others as if trying to impress whoever walking by and show that he or she was the best. It seemed a bit obnoxious. And made her quite worried if that was the kind of adventurers she would have to work with. She really hoped not. A gruff middle aged man noticed her presence and said loudly, "Just in time!" and Ping! She was added to the combat centric party though she was a bit startled that she was added to a party so suddenly. After the gruff middle aged man led her to the small group of adventurers fortunately he had done so without dragging her like the young man had done, she noticed that there was a mix of different main classes but what stood out was that there were already two other assassin type classes and were of a higher level than she was. She felt a bit out of place. Could she contribute to the combat party? She shrugged at that thought and then greeted the small group as of trying to break the ice. Was this all of them? She gave a small smile, "Name's Avalon, nice to meet you guys" tilting her head slightly.
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Have you ever seen a fierce animal you were sure would never bite? Because I haven't.
Wolf Hair
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Post by Stryke on Mar 29, 2014 15:30:17 GMT
"Will you ever cook a decent breakfast someday? Or I am just deluding myself here?"
Leo said sarcastic while bringing to his mouth a piece of scrambled eggs, kindly prepared by the bear sized innkeeper for the modest amount of 2 coins. Obviously he was way exaggerating, actually that meal wasn't that bad but not that good too unfortunately, Leo just liked to tease that overgrown woman from time to time.
"For what I make you pay you are lucky that I don't mix it with dirt and rotten leftovers from a week ago"
The lander followed suit, interestingly enough, if someone other him said something like that she would have kicked the poor soul so hard in the butt that he would be flying straight into the windsor greatswood. Somehow the lander had grown to like their usual bickering and so she permitted him to take a few liberties when talking to her, Although Leo still had to be careful with what he said from time to time.
"Fair enough"
Leo chuckled while eating another piece of those scrambled eggs. Honestly she was right, that inn was surprisingly cheap and one of the best offers if you didn't want to live in a swamp. It wasn't certainly the best out there, Leo realized that the only reason he kept going there aside from the cheap prices were the continuous verbal fights between him and the lander. For an adventurer who passed much of his time hunting in the woods and grinding alone, having someone to talk to and have fun teasing was really important for him.
So, do you have any lead for works today? Some rumors...something interesting"
Leo asked the lander, he was midway through finishing his breakfast and ready to start another day. Inns weren't only useful to get a place to rest, Leo found out that the innkeeper could lead him to works that could very much be called quests, only that there weren't any exclamation points to notify players. It just worked like everything in real life, a person would ask for help in something and then rumors would spread from individual to individual, there was nothing magical about it.
The bear sized lady continued to clean her desk maniacally, Leo could have sworn that cleaning her desk covered about 70% of her daily tasks, during those moments she indeed looked like an NPC of some kind.
"Actually there's something interesting I've heard from some other adventurers, does the name "Mysterium frontier of sarum" say anything to you"?
Leo stopped the fork from entering his mouth and looked at the lander curiously,
"It's the new zone discovered beyond windsor greatswood, right? what about it?"
He resumed the motion of his arm and ate the last piece of his breakfast while the lander responded him,
"Apparently a huge golem has been spotted roaming around the place and they're searching for adventurers to take care of it"
Now she had Leo's full attention,
"Go on..."
He said while resting his elbows on the table and crossing his hands under his chin, his expression changed from relaxed to interested and concentrated.
"There's this guy called Edison who is forming a party to care of this beast, but why am I telling you this, I'm sure a wimp like you couldn't stand a chance against such a monster even in a party"
She laughed a manly laugh and then resumed her compulsive cleaning. Leo chuckled and got up from the chair, he stretched his arms over and responded in tone,
"If you're so sure then why don't we have a little bet, If I bring here some loot from the golem You'll have to cook me a breakfast worthy to be served on a king's table"
He grinned and looked at her with competitive eyes, The lander laughed again and responded,
"Alright, but you'll have to eat dirt and rotten leftovers from a week ago if you come here empty handed"
Leo shivered at the thought, but what fun a bet is if there isn't a little tension?
"Deal, you might want to start preparing my king's breakfast now cause it'll take you some time"
"And you might want to kiss the ground once you're out, just to get a simple taste of what you'll be going through"
after that last give and take, Leo left the inn and started travelling to the newly discovered sarum zone, a field boss was exactly what he needed to excite himself on an otherwise boring day of grinding.
That was the first time Leo went to the frontier of sarum and honestly, that camp was bit underwhelming for him. There were few landers and the zone was practically void of any structures. Leo searched for a while the man called Edison and after a few seconds he already found him thanks to the name tags, they seriously made tasks like these a breeze to get by.
"Ah, I see, another adventurer wants to take part on this expedition, huh? Well, you are lucky, even though you are a bit late the other adventurers haven't left off yet"
Fortunately he was still in time, he would have really hated to go back defeated so soon to the innkeeper, he could hardly imagine the overbearing laughs of that bear sized woman. Edison led him to where the other adventurers were meeting, once they arrived Leo noted to his surprise that there were some familiar faces between them. Caerbannog, Kumori and Aeon would participate too on this mission it seemed, Leo gave an understanding nod to each of them, acknowledging their presence and then he spoke to the others while crossing his arms and with a serious expression,
"Hope I'm not too late, I'm Stryke, Do you already have a plan of action and battle formation?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 16:53:51 GMT
[attr="class","quest"] Sarum Expedition Combat Mission
As we get closer toward the city of Sarum, monsters seem to continuously spawn. Your job is to team up with fellow Adventurers and take down your fair share of monsters so that we can expand the camp ever so closer toward the city borders.
NPC: Eddison
List of Objectives:
- Kill Golem Sentry Lv 2: 0/10 - Kill Golem Sentry Lv 10: 0/3 - Kill Golem Sentinel Lv 15: 0/2 - Kill Golem Phalanx Lv 20: 0/1 - Expand Sarum Expedition Camp: 0/1
Participants: [Main_Tank] Saber Lv52 [Sub_Tank] Caerbannog Lv32 [Main_Healer] Jojo Kaguya Lv15 [Sub_Healer] Capsule Lv37 [DPS] Kumori Lv19 [DPS] Renai Lv16 [DPS] Stryke Lv25 [DPS] Avalon Lv13 [DPS] Aeon Lv14
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) - :: - Skill: --- The blue-eyed samurai had just finished eating her melon bread when another member joined, or was forcefully recruited, into the party. Hrairoo seemed uninterested with the person, or perhaps that was due to the creature’s sleepiness since it had been nibbling on edible vegetation on the way to the camp. Caerbannog, on the other hand, looked up at the adventurer and enthusiastically waved at him. The girl was feeling especially happy because she could finally pull up her user interface without much effort. The party list to the side listed two members so far: ‘@dindeen’ and ‘ Renai’. The samurai kept to herself after that while Hrairoo fell asleep on her head. Slowly, the creature slid off to one side and Caerbannog had to catch it so that it would not get hurt. Just then, a familiar voice spoke; Kyuu looked up and nodded at ‘ Kumori’. The assassin was then added to the party; still, the samurai sat there at the foot of the sign board, the only difference was that she took the rabbit down and placed it on her lap. It did not take long for another party member to arrive as the day was getting busier. Her green hair stood out, to the samurai’s eyes at least, but much curiouser was the adventurer’s nickname for Kumori: Ero-sempai. At that, Kyuu shot a confused look at Ryuu, not used to relating such a label to her friend. Then again she could have just been really dense. Regardless, nicknames and the like were irrelevant to the task at hand so it should not matter that much where they were headed. Caerbannog noted that the cleric was named ‘@jojo’; she wondered if the lady would like to be referred to by her first or last name. The next two participants were fairly mysterious people, both with coverings over their faces. The second one was less mysterious though since the samurai had seen him before. While the first player, an assassin named ‘ Saber’, was a complete stranger to Caerbannog- the sorcerer ‘ Aeon’ was not. He was that guy who threw an orb into a pack of boars. Having ranged players in a party was most welcome, but the samurai knew that they also tend to draw Hate due to their heavy damage. She had to keep their Hate levels in check by taunting any targets that were likely to break away. The girl thought back to Kumori’s nickname and she also wondered how Saber or Aeon looked like under their hoods and masks- all the while getting increasingly disappointed that she had no mask of her own. Suddenly, Hrairoo sat up straight with his ears straight up. The presence of a loud owl which was perched upon a red-haired adventurer’s head alerted the samurai’s frenmic rabbit. Caerbannog was not entirely sure if her tamed creature was afraid of the owl or just annoyed by it. Either way, it was a bad idea to leave out some critters which could try to have a go at each other, so the samurai sent Hrairoo away into the safety of her Domesticized-Mob slot. Coincidentally, that player called ‘ Capsule’ was added into the same party as the samurai. Crisis averted! A little later, one of the landers dragged in a seemingly unwilling adventurer. The fair-skinned, long-haired girl withdrew herself from the lander’s grasp and so the samurai thought that she would shy away, but it turned out that she just wanted to check things by herself. At that point, the party was almost ready and so the samurai stood up straight, dusted the dirt off her armor and nodded at the adventurer who was just added to the party. ‘ Avalon’ was that adventurer’s name. Eight was usually the maximum amount of players in a full party, but Elder Tale’s party system was not as restrictive. A ninth member was soon added, and to the samurai’s surprise, it was her fellow wolf hair ' Stryke'. They were not especially close but at least he was a familiar face and one who was reliable. She waved enthusiastically at him and would have kept that up if he had not mentioned battle formations. Now, the problem was not assigning player roles or positions but the fact that Caerbannog was not one to speak much. The weight of the party’s strategy was usually set upon the tank’s shoulders and since she was the only tank there, she wanted to fulfill her role to the letter. As she looked at the party information, Caerbannog noticed the level gap between her and the mysterious Saber. Capsule was also above the samurai’s level. Despite her tank status, those two would be able to grab and hold aggro because of the gap. However, setting an enchanter up front was out of the question, so that only left Saber as the option for their other tank. Ranged DPS were supposed to stay behind along with the healers, and those healers should preferably be in the middle of the formation. The reason being that they could turn around and heal anyone in any direction, while also being protected in the middle of the party. Melee DPS could move anywhere along the sides and back, as long as they did not hinder the tanks by parking up front. Saber, though a DPS class, could tank due to his level. Caerbannog had no qualms about letting him take the rein if he wanted, as he obviously more experienced than her. Words in her head were pointless though, so the girl grabbed a lander scribe who stood out due to his subclass tools. About two minutes of sketching did the trick, and soon the samurai held up a drawing from the scribe where the tank positions were indicated by her level beside Saber’s level. The squiggly thing at the bottom was a placeholder for their target. >> Crappy Lander Scribe Drawing << OOC Notes: I'm okay with anyone leading us out to start the fight as long as a formation is agreed upon. | Word Count: 980 | Tags: Nine cool people~ |
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Post by Kumori on Mar 29, 2014 21:51:41 GMT
| Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100% | "In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends." |
There were a few players other than @dindeen that he knew. He knew @jojo who had come in calling him ero-sempai. He sighed loudly after that, as she began to butcher more of his dignity and pride every time she said that word. “I’m never going to get married,” he muttered under his breath, trying not to accept those conditions. Kyuu shot him a look of confusion, but all Ryuu could do was shrug and look at her with ‘it was misunderstanding upon more misunderstanding’ look, if that was even possible to express through a single glance and through a few shakes of his head. There was also Avalon who had appeared. It seemed that 3 other members of his guild were here, but they did not know each other, they only knew him. If they brought up the guild tab, they would notice that all of them were close by. He looked at all three of them, and motioned for all three to meet with him. As they approached, he looked at them all with a smile. “Hello, everyone.. as for introductions, this is your guild… Aeryn,” he motioned to all three of them. “This is Avalon. She’s an Assassin,” she opened his hand towards the dark green-haired girl with a pony tail to introduce her. Ryuu then looked at the other green-haired girl and would introduce her. “This is Jojo Kaguya. She’s a cleric,” he would do the same, opening his hand towards her as a way to introduce her rather than point her out. “And finally, this is my friend and probably the closest thing I have to a little sister, Caerbannog,” he said as he introduced her as well. “She doesn’t speak much, so don’t be offended if you speak to her and she doesn’t speak much,” he said to them. “I’m glad we’re all here today, to make a name for our guild. With that, I think it’s time we meet everyone else,” he said to them. As they went to meet the rest of the party, he introduced himself to everyone once again and brought up the health displays for each of them so he could see what each person was. He looked at Kyuu who began to think for a second before going to a nearby scribe to have it drawn. She showed it to them, and Ryuu would have to act as interpreter for the party. He looked at it for a few seconds and understood what it meant. “Alright, so the tanks will be Caerbannog and Saber. Saber, your level is the main thing that qualifies you as a tank, so that is the reason why you’ll be in the front and you’ll be drawing the Hate anyways. The Melee DPS will be behind the tanks, which means Stryke, Renai and I will be right behind the tanks. This leaves the healers in the middle, so Capsule and Jojo, you’ll be right behind us, and that leaves the rest of the DPS, the ranged ones. Aeon and Avalon, you guys will be in the back,” he said making known the drawing of a normal encounter. Ryuu, however decided to add a few things. “There’s also the part in the case we get flanked. Because of Saber’s speed as an assassin, I’d like him to be the tank that rotates to the flank. This should be able to keep the flanks from getting to our back line. Should a flank happen, because I’m an assassin as well, I can rotate with him, keeping our front line the same, but displacing two people to make sure that none of the back line takes damage unnecessarily. Our main goal is to keep our healers away from harm so they can focus on using all their healing skills on the tanks and the DPS should they take damage. The healers will be in charge of watching the field and commanding movements. Since Capsule is higher in level than Jojo, I’d like to give Capsule the job of field strategist for our party, is that agreeable?,” he asked after finishing his explanation of a secondary formation change so that the group would know how to deal with a flank. After their decision to make whoever leader, Ryuu was pleased. He nodded in satisfaction of the party that they had amassed. While it was large, it definitely made it feasible to bring down the Golem Phalanx without too much trouble. As part of a guild whose goal was to clear dungeons, this was their time to shine and show their worth. Aeryn would make their mark on the world of the Unfounded Kingdom. They would be acknowledged and they would be kind. Ryuu would not let the power of a guild overtake his ability to be a good leader. Sarum wouldn’t see what was coming for them. The group of higher-level adventurers was coming to clear a path for travelling towards a new place. He didn’t want anyone to die on this journey, even if they had ‘infinite’ lives, but who knows. It is possible that their lives were actually finite, and no one dared to go out and try to find the limit of their infinite lives or if there was one. “Let’s try not to have any casualties today,” he said. OOC NOTES: 886 words
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You are my destiny.
Wolf Hair
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Post by Renai on Mar 30, 2014 1:14:42 GMT
There was a lot to take in. Nine people was a lot to respond to, after all. As the second to arrive, he wasn't expecting quite as enthusiastic a greeting as he got from... Caerbannog, was it? That was quite the name and, to be honest, not one Renai knew how to pronounce. He waved back quietly and calmly, smiling as best as he could. Her enthusiasm was a little infectious and a little unsettling at the same time. He was about to offer her some Konpeito, seeing as she had just gone and finished her melon bread, but someone else arrived shortly after. "Ho" was a pretty rude greeting, all things considered, but that probably wasn't what Kumori meant at all. Renai was, in some sense of the word, a reflection of those around him. In that very same way, when Kumori bowed towards him, Renai naturally bowed back, gently tilting his head downward gracefully. This was something he was certainly used to from his upbringing and, just as naturally, Renai spoke. "Kochira koso."A moment after he said it, he internally swore. That was not the way to greet someone. He'd only be saved if Kumori actually understood the words he had spoken and even then, it was a little embarrassing to slip up. "Kochira koso" was a phrase that basically meant "I should be saying that" and was more or less the standard response to when someone said something like Kumori had. It wasn't like saying "That's my line" in English, and although the literal translation was the same, the connotation was completely different. Renai coughed a little, hoping the pink tinge in his cheeks would vanish as soon as possible, and raised his head. "I hope so as well", he corrected himself, smiling awkwardly and taking a step or two backwards as he cringed. Not long after, a certain green-haired Cleric showed up. As she greeted them, Renai nodded and bowed lightly in return, having accidentally sunk into his roots thanks to Kumori's greeting. He was silent for the most part, a quality that had been praised in his work life. After all, he was the son of the Elegant Maid. She seemed sociable enough, although her nickname for Kumori was... curious. Still, Renai knew better than to poke. The arrival of the masked Saber and Aeon were wordless, without introduction or attention paid to the others in the group. Renai dipped his head in greeting to the both of them, hands nervously clasped in front of him in the way his mother often had. Hopefully no one realized that Renai's nervous habit in shifting the way he bowed was the difference between how males bowed and how females bowed. To be more precise, hopefully no one pointed it out. Capsule's arrival was a bit more interesting to the Enchanter, as he had yet to meet a single other Enchanter in the entirety of his time here in this world. It was a little surprising and a little amusing at the same time to meet what might possibly have been the only other Enchanter in the entire game that had gone and done something. Capsule seemed quiet, and like the two that arrived before her, did not greet the group. Still, Renai dipped his head in her general direction as a greeting once more. He couldn't help but be interested in the other Enchanter. It was just really rare to see another Enchanter, that was all. He thought he had been doing well, but Capsule was in a league all her own by the looks of her level. Before he could ponder more, Avalon appeared, greeting the group with a hello. Renai responded in turn, not having missed how she had been dragged along but ignoring it for now. "Renai", came the quiet response, coupled with a lowered head and a small bow. With the arrival of the final member of the party, a certain Swashbuckler, Renai's response was repeated once more. He seemed tough enough, if not a little eccentric, but there were all types and Renai had dealt with most of them at one point or another. The action began shortly after. Renai summoned his stave to his side at some point while he waited, setting up some materials in his inventory for quick access. Walls, specifically. Kumori pulled a few people aside for what sounded like a private chat, something Renai found rude but knew he should not eavesdrop on. A while later, Caerbannog seemed to be enlisting a Scribe to draw up a picture. A remarkably crappy picture. Renai was almost shocked at just how bad that Scribe was, but then again, Landers tended to stumble behind Adventurers when it came to certain skills. Kumori seemed to be the acting interpreter for the moment and explained the drawing as best as he could. Renai was more or less content, happy even because he now knew how to pronounce Caerbannog (asking himself would have been a little shameful), right up until Kumori had gone and said that Renai was melee DPS. What. What. In what universe was an Enchanter considered melee dps. Renai would freely admit that he knew how to fight in close quarters and, in fact, had done so for most of his time as an Enchanter, but there was no way any of those gathered knew that. And there was no way any of those gathered should assume he was melee. His health was a pittance and there was no way he was revealing he was a Wolf Hair. His orange eyes would remain as such, thank you very much. Once Kumori finished the rest of his speech, Renai quietly raised his hand and spoke. As much as it was tempting to just say nothing at all and stand by, he very much didn't want to die. If they were expecting him to play melee DPS, it would be unreasonable not to inform them of his qualities as an Enchanter. Melee for him worked against humanoids, and only against humanoids about his size. Punks, to put it another way. Kobolds, lizardmen, whatever those might be, because that he could handle. "Excuse me. I um... I have no melee combat ability. I can stay in the same position and act as more of a disabler instead, but I believe everyone should know of my ability." Renai's head dipped sideways after he spoke, a little frustrated he couldn't fill up that same role and a little frustrated Kumori had put him into that position in the first place. What kind of asshole made an Enchanter take a melee position anyway. Still, they had to know, so he had told them. The formation didn't have to change, but the information was vital. And he'd be damned if he'd be speaking again if he didn't have to.
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Post by Saber on Mar 30, 2014 6:54:23 GMT
Do you believe in ghosts? Upon taking the quest, joining the party, and finding himself well above the levels of his fellow Adventurers, Saber found himself in a bit of a conundrum. The problem he faced was the level gap between him and the others, but that was only because of a reason many would believe strange. It wasn’t that he was too strong for them, but it also wasn’t that they were too weak and would be decimated by the monsters Saber could handle. Having such a power gap was beneficial to him because Saber would be able to protect the others much more easily. With the lower levels around, lower level monsters had a higher chance to spawn. Saber was just an outlier and any monsters that spawned with an extremely high level would be easily distinguishable, making them easy targets for Saber. However, what he feared was the experience gain. That simple fact worried the player more than anything else.
With the second highest level being only level thirty-seven, the third being thirty-two, and the rest being way below thirty could mess with the balance of experience collection. In other games Saber had played, partying up with a player who was a certain level higher than oneself would cause the higher level to get a much larger chunk of the experience. There were very few games Saber had been exposed to which had a balance experience system and that was bothersome for him to say the least. As a level fifty-two, Saber’s avatar needed to net a much, much higher percentage of points to just get one percent of his level compared to the others below the level of twenty. Where they may need to only kill one Stone Golem to get a percent, Saber might need to kill four or five. It was very annoying for him to level because of this factor, as he wasn’t exactly equipped well enough to scout other areas further beyond Sarum or London. Even after a full day of grinding, Saber could barely get fifty-percent of the experience required to raise his level now. It was beyond obnoxious and was extremely tiring.
With that in mind, Saber moved to the back of the group and stood beside one of the trees nearby. He pulled out one of his throwing knives and began to play with it between his fingers as he contemplated what the effect of him being around the others could potentially have. Maybe he should test it before the actual fight? Kill something small to see what the effect was could answer his question if nothing else. Even if it was a Weasel or a Boar, something was better than nothing. Though, maybe if he sat back and waited there could be different results? Saber’s level was high, so he could attract a lot of attention from anything in the zone. That was good and bad. Good in the sense that he could keep things off the others. Bad in that he could keep everything on him, and if that affected the experience gained it could be even worse. That made Saber very hesitant to use his level to his advantage this time around.
“Rats…” Saber muttered and clutched his knife’s hilt tightly in his hand. He gnawed on his lip and stared at the ground, patiently twisting the potential events in his mind. Maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe the answer was right in his face or maybe there was no problem at all? There were always ways to test things, but for now he didn’t exactly have the time. Although, experience wasn’t exactly something that he would dwell too much on; there were other issues at hand.
As he read over the ever increasing list of party members, Saber began to pull the various different classes into his mental equation. If experience was influenced by the amount of damage dealt, then the healers of the group wouldn’t get much, and that made the Assassin rethink his problem. It wouldn’t make sense to hurt a player’s level progress simply because of their class or wish to be a support player, so the amount of damage dealt wouldn’t affect experience gain. So that left Saber with the actual gap itself. If that was the case, than maybe taking the quest alone would benefit not just Saber, but the entire group. Wiggling his nose, the man opened his menu and navigated to the party tab. He scrolled through it, gazing at the names of the other players as he scrolled to the bottom. As he scrolled, he began to think of what the others could do if he left.
Without Saber, and if his level affected the experience gain, the others would have a much easier time gaining both materials and experience from the Quest Run. However, due to the levels of the players which would be considered “DPS”, or classes with high rates of damage-per-second, killing the monsters would take more time. More time meant more damage to the tank, more damage to the tank meant more work for the healers. If the healers weren’t strong enough, the monsters could deal more damage than they could recover. Slowly but surely, the party’s tank would be killed because of the gradual decline in health, leaving the other players vulnerable to any remaining monsters in the vicinity. If that was the case, Saber staying would probably be more beneficial. At the expense of some experience, survival was much more valuable. At least, that’s what Saber thought.
Releasing a light sigh, Saber scrolled up and abandoned the idea of abandoning the players in front of him to their fate simply because he was a little greedy. He didn’t consider the others weak, and he had faith that they could complete the quest on their own, but the uncertainty of success was there. If it was there, than it was a possibility. Letting that possibility come to fruition would plague Saber’s mind for days if he ever got word of the failure. Why was partying up so difficult for him?
“Oh right… the party.” Saber had been so focused on the negatives of him being around that he had actually forgotten about the fact that the other names on the menu in front of him were people, and they weren’t exactly going to wait for him to make up his mind about whether he would stay or go. By the time he had finished any sort of thinking, it seemed that a large enough group had been gathered and one of the players, the Samurai “Tank”, had drawn a map of a potential strategy. Though, Saber couldn’t really call it much of a map. He probably could have drawn something better in his sleep. Though, it was drawn by one of the People of the Land so he didn’t exactly complain.
The strategy itself was a sound one, and from what he could see, the other player planned to make use of Saber’s level and his class. It seemed that Lady Caerbannog wasn’t a fool like some other players the high level player had come across. From what Saber could see, Lady Caerbannog planned to have Saber act as an off-tank, potentially. She wanted him up front, that’s what he could see. As she was a Samurai, Caerbannog could use her skills to attract the main groups of monsters while Saber could eliminate any bystanders with some assistance. Or, she wanted him to be the main tank. If that were the case, Saber would take the front and use his speed to acquire the Hate of the monsters. Such a thing would be simple for him. If necessary, he would bring out his bow. His throwing knives were limited and collecting them in the middle of battle was annoying if he needed to keep a fast pace. Either way, Saber wouldn’t be sitting back this time. Thankfully he had equipped his swords already.
The man was about to stand up and tinker with the strategy a little, but before he could move one of the others decided to take the helm. To his surprise, it was one of the lower levels; another Assassin by the name of Kumori. Almost immediately, the player’s words made Saber feel uncomfortable. He raised an eyebrow and pulled the hood back off the top of his head so he could see a little better but he kept the scarf over the lower part of his face; it was far too warm to get rid of that now. Yet, in addition to the first part of Saber being thrown under the bus without really being able to say anything about his level or what he would be doing; this person was already giving him orders about what to do during the fight. It was interesting, but also embarrassing. Saber put his throwing knife away and slowly pushed off the tree he leaned against, giving the others a moment to take the information in. Almost as expected, one of them spoke up; Renai, as that was what Saber’s display said. Saber agreed to be honest; the Enchanter class wasn’t exactly a melee-class.
“I also have a problem with your strategy, and I have one to propose myself.” Saber placed his hands on his twin swords and stood up, his spine straightening and causing him to stand tall as he had been trained to do. The strategy was a sound one, and Saber being in the front was probably going to be a thing, but not for the reasons explained.
“I will be in the front as the tank not because of my level, but because of the fact that the potential for casualties occurring could increase if I am not. My level will allow me to gain the Hate of everything in this zone with very little work even without using any of skills, which means that simple attacks such as shooting an arrow or throwing a knife at something will give me plenty of the attention of eighty percent of what we may face. That may only change if, or when, we come across the Field Boss, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. If I can get the attention of such a number of things, than that decreases the chances of anyone else taking any damage; increasing the survivability of the party. This also allows our healer to focus on only one person to keep alive.” Saber didn’t lock eyes with any of the other Adventurers as he spoke, but he didn’t look off into space either. As he spoke, he shifted his gaze from one person to the next as he addressed the entire group.
“Now, because of that, I will not be doing any such thing as moving from the front. I will remain in front of the party at all times and will not deviate for any reason other than to cover an escape route or to pull a monster which spawned strangely out of place. Should we be flanked, or should something appear that could potentially sneak up on us later on, Lady Caer, I request that you handle it rather than I. Should I move from the front, Lady Caer would be left to deal with the brunt of what we will encounter. The amount of monsters flanking or coming at us from any other direction will be lighter there, making it easier on her. When not on the flank, Lady Caer, I request you remain close by to attract the attention of anything that I may miss or anything that could walk away from me.” Saber bowed his head to the Samurai and closed his eyes as he did so. Then, he stood back up straight.
“I do not doubt your ability as a tank. However, I would rather risk our speed being slowed than lose a life over a choice which we could have changed. It also puts my mind at ease knowing that I will have some support rather than being the support.” Crossing his arms, Saber leaned back against the tree behind him and shut his eyes for a moment as he took in a breath. When he released it, he reopened them and looked at Renai.
“Mr. Renai, I ask that you stick close to Lady Caer and move with her should we be attacked from the side. As an Enchanter, as you stated, you can act as a disabler and can help Lady Caer eliminate threats with less difficulty.” Once he said his peace to one member, Saber’s eyes shifted to the next player; the Assassin which had spoken his own plan, Kumori.
“Mr. Kumori, I request that you move to engage the flank just as you had planned in the beginning. With a tank, a disabler, and a DPS attacking at once, anything that comes at us from the side will be eliminated more safely without risking the rest of the party.” Next, Saber glanced to the familiar face; Capsule. Seeing that she would be at his back was oddly comforting, but it was also something he hadn’t expected. He wondered how she would do…
“Lady Capsule, when that group moves, I want you to become Lady Kaguya’s set of eyes on the area they move to. Support when you can and keep Kaguya up to date on their health so she can focus on the front. If someone needs to be healed, notify Lady Kaguya and assist with damage control.” The party had only one designated healer, and Saber couldn’t remember if Enchanters had healing abilities or not. Though, Renai did say that Enchanters were better at making things stop attacking, but he was also put into the DPS role. What a strange class…
“Mr. Stryke, Lady Avalon; I ask that you two move where needed and I leave it up to your judgment where you two wish to go during combat. If the flank becomes a problem, handle it. If you can take something down that I haven’t got the attention of, do so but don’t do it at the expense of Lady Kaguya. Mr. Aeon, keep close to Lady Capsule and Lady Kaguya while using your range magical abilities. Focus on the front of the party but spread the love if needed. I would rather you spend some extra mana and me risk getting beat on a little more than lose a life.” Saber wasn’t a leader, and he wasn’t a good strategist, but taking into account their lack of more than one healer and overdose of DPS classes, “spreading the love” was something that had to be done. Speed was something they had, but the party was soft in terms of defensive capabilities. Attacking in groups would prove effective if balanced, and balance was not so easily attained in combat. However, Saber had faith in the people that would be at his back; he needed to.
“Lady Kaguya, Lady Capsule, and Mr. Aeon, as the three who will be further to the back, I ask that you three keep an eye on our surroundings together. Communicate what you see between the three of you and keep everyone else updated on what’s going on. Lady Capsule, as Mr. Kumori suggested, I ask that you be our primary Field Monitor. Mr. Aeon, I ask that you be our secondary so Lady Kaguya only has to focus on healing. With three people watching the battlefield, we can see more and adjust a lot more easily.”
“Keep close, stay vocal, and don’t be a hero. As Mr. Kumori said, casualties are something we should prevent. We can do so with teamwork and focus. Remain focused, and watch the back of the person beside you.” Saber adjusted his swords and closed his eyes as he relaxed against the tree he was leaning against once more. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt very uncomfortable. He had taken the reigns of other players once and was happy with his results, but this seemed like something else entirely. He could only hope they would be successful as well. “I’ll be relying on you all more than you will be relying on me.” “What an understatement…”
Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 13:55:17 GMT
Jojo noticed as each individual signed on with the team being created before her eyes. Having approached and waved on with her friend whom she adequately nicknamed Ero-sempai, she mainly just watched as all the individuals began to arrive at the location. It was surprising to say the least as so many came to at the call of this little expedition, her eyes watching them, but still holding in the laughter as she had noticed that look between the samurai and her friendly assassin. No doubting the two of them were friends perhaps, at least in Jojo’s eyes that is what appeared to be the case. Jojo’s eyes flittered to look upon all the individuals, taking in the conversations they made and yet also dedicating her eyes and ears to a plan that would soon be come up with, as that was the majority of the thought in this expedition in her eyes.
Jojo did have to resist laughing though when she heard the muttering so quiet she almost did not notice it from her friend Ero-sempai. It was such a funny thing as that. Soon enough, the plans began to come underway starting with the drawing formation from the lander, which was actually quite crude of a design while she kept at listening. The plan of putting Caerbannog and Saber as the tanks made some sense. Among the levels, the two of them probably had the largest hit points. Then the DPS were given spots while Jojo and, her eyes going towards the one Ero-sempai called Capsule, the other healer would be in the very end aside from the ranged DPS. A straight-line formation and although Jojo could not per say like the plan in its entirety, she knew that flaws could be in any plan in and of itself due to insufficient data.
Now the fact that the healers, who would have to heal anyone injured were also given a task of watching the surroundings as well all on their own did not make sense, however she soon saw that the plan this time around would be rotated about and another soon made their move on plotting up a plan. This other person started his own version of the plan, proposing one that was different yet similar at the same time. Jojo listened intently, noticing how he spoke with confidence that as he was the highest level and by being in front, that he would have the enemies most attention, and that would be something to focus on as Jojo nodded in similar spirit. Thinking of the plan and if the one in the front had the highest hit points, but also level, that would leave plenty of openings for those further back can use their ranged attacks, the other supports keep the flanking to a minimum and so much more. This plan of action was highly agreeable to Jojo.
What truly caught her eye now though, was how he addressed each individual separately, her eyes on him as he strategized thoroughly and listened intently to her own side of things while also making a mental image of what the formation would be of. The case of Capsule being Jojo’s eyes and ears was fairly similar to Ero-sempai’s suggestion while Jojo listened and Jojo found her role as a healer, given just what her race was as well, would be driven to heal all possible things. Purely out of assisted means, her healing duties here would be best sought after. Granted she already planned to utilize her “walking heal” style spell of reactive heal, just in case anyone received damage right out the gates. That would just not be in the best interest if it were to happen after all.
How he finished it off was excellent as well, for no one to be a hero. The plans after the point of having her are mainly just a healing role was effectively the same as Ero-sempai and she nodded in just fashion. She was ready to head out any time, yet she did mind the surrounding of the area with which she looked at everyone. Eyes on them all while twitching her fingers into circles, producing the mana as she has been since all the plans started and from that she already used a piece of her magic to allow a protective cover. Granted, the decrease in mana was minuscule, and frankly no one would be aware it was cast until they were hit by something or someone that would do damage to them therein activating the orange healing glow that would form.
Notes ╡ Just a listening Word Count ╡ 765 Spell's Used ╡ Reactive Heal [-5%]
Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.
MP: 95% HP: 100%
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Post by Capsule on Mar 31, 2014 13:12:55 GMT
Muse: SeventeenNotes:They only want you when you're seventeen~.Tags:Aeon, Avalon, @dindeen, Kumori, @jojo, Renai, Saber & StrykeWords:903[newclass=.benetbar]background-color:#050505; border: 2px solid #050505; border-radius: 5px; overflow: hidden; width: 100px; height:6px;[/newclass] [attr="class","benetbar"] [newclass=.benetbar]background-color:#050505; border: 2px solid #050505; border-radius: 5px; overflow: hidden; width: 100px; height:6px;[/newclass] [attr="class","benetbar"] As one of the last to arrive, Capsule did not have to wait much longer for the rest of the group to show up. While she did, though, the redhead could not resist sneaking glances at the others. As expected, there was an excess of one class of players, these being the Assassins. There was a Cleric as well, few of which she had actually encountered, a Sorcerer, a Swashbuckler, and… 'Holy shitsnacks! Is that an Enchanter.' Enchanters seemed to be very rare breeds, though she had met one before; a Fox-Tail she had come across in the swamps. There were so few people willing to play a pure support class that she was genuinely surprised to run into one. She flashed a bit of a smile at Renai, who had nodded at her earlier. Hopefully he was someone she could work well with.
Kumori, the Assassin, seemed to be the one in charge here. Capsule couldn't help but notice that he was rather short, like Indy. Being tall in this world and towering over people who weren't children was odd. She gave him a slight nod when he introduced himself, drawing a soft hoot of annoyance from the owl perched on her head.
After the introductions were done, the Samurai with an apparent lack of speaking ability drew something and handed it over to Kumori, who acted as her interpreter. Capsule found herself wondering more if the girl could sign or kept paper and quill around to communicate, almost missing her role in the group (which was obviously support; what was she going to otherwise? Spam Pulse Bullet?), that of healer and field strategist. "Uh." She glanced over at Jojo, the holder of the only healing skills in their group, and back to Kumori. "Sure." Enchanters didn't heal, unless it was the self-heal spell, Prana Drain, and they certainly did not act as a melee DPS class, as was suggested earlier to Renai. Like Renai said, Enchanters were better suited for "disabling" their opponents. Being lumped into the healer category was therefore amusing, but made everything simpler, she supposed. "Just don't look to me for health regeneration, unless it's in the form of a potion or tablet," she joked. That was Jojo's job.
That would have been the end of it, but Saber (the higher leveled Assassin she had ran into several times now) shoved the toe of his boot into the conversation's swinging door, preventing it from closing before he could get his own words in. It sounded similar to Kumori's orders, but with some minor adjustments and elaboration. Renai was to stay by Care bear's Caerbannog's side and harass any enemies that strayed to near. Capsule hoped he had Inversion, as that spell was great for leaving enemies vulnerable by switching their directions.
Saber also seemed to have some understanding as to how her skillset worked, for he singled her out for her support skills, and delegated her as Jojo's eyes and ears, making it abundantly clear who would be doing the healing here. She could do that and still act as "field monitor," though the size of the party might make this trickier than the smaller groups she was used to handling. Aeon, the same tailor that had crafted her blanket, was to double as her "second in command" and long range magical attacker. All in all, this formation was one she favored the most. For larger parties like this, having an extra pair of eyes to scan the area was well received. She wasn't sure how well she could do otherwise, given the fact that she only knew two of these players, and of those two had only seen Saber fight.
Capsule moved over to Jojo's side to get into formation, fiddling with the sling wrapped around her shoulders as she did so. Fiver warily poked his head out of the safe confines of the blanket, and climbed into the crook of one arm as she undid the sling and stuffed it back into her inventory. The brown rabbit was deposited onto the ground, where he would be able to provide some minor support. His hearing and other senses should be more than enough to pick up the ground tremors caused by the much larger golems. She then swapped out her apprentice grimoire for her Windsor Antiqua Staff, a level five staff bought from People of the Land. It wasn't as good a as a level ten staff, but it was much better than her level one grimoire, and unlike the kukri she kept sheathed at her waist, she could actually cast spells with it.
There was a soft rustling around her head as Duke hopped down onto her shoulder, now eying the staff in her hands. Whereas some staffs were topped with a round end, hers came with a crescent, big enough for the small owl to snugly nestle in. Instead of being predictable, though, Duke pulled one wing close to his face and snuggled closer into Capsule's neck. Was he seriously going to sleep here and now? "You silly…" She lightly tapped the ground with the end of her staff as she casted the spell, Keen Edge, which was designed to boost the physical attack power of her allies for an hour. Later, when it was necessary, she would use Magi Howling on either or both Jojo and Aeon, unless another party member needed it more.
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Post by Aeon on Mar 31, 2014 15:23:05 GMT
Aeon of course wasn’t one to butt into their talk of a team strategy, he sat out on the flank, moving keeping his ears and eyes open scanning for anything, he hoped the others weren’t getting to distracted on their team talk to neglect anything going on around them, it seemed like these guys were still rookies even though they had reasonable levels.
If you didn’t keep your eyes open in this world, you would be eaten it was the rule in any game you had to keep your eyes open to survive, he guess people still neglected it because they were now basically inside their characters bodies, so it may have been something designed to get people to drop there guard.
He still held regards to his old tanker ways, his sword at his side, sheathed, it was a rather uncommon method for sorcerer, the way of the combat mage, or spell sword as others named it.
Of course those people neglected the common way a combat mage can hold their own for longer than compared to a spell sword, in his eyes spell swords were there to look fancy and didn’t have any idea how to use their blade.
The only issue in his eyes was the formation didn’t have a rear guard tanker type having the strongest non-tank class at the front for aggro then the highest tanker class behind them. They had clearly negated the option of a rear assault, thus it would force the main and off tank’s to over extend thus leaving the caster ranks vulnerable, it was a rookie mistake but it wasn’t his job to correct them.
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Post by Avalon on Apr 3, 2014 12:10:10 GMT
Avalon could feel her cigarette hand twitch for a second as if struggling desperately to grab onto important. She breathed a sigh as she leaned herself against a makeshift but seemingly sturdy wall with one leg up and foot resting against the brown wall and she clutched her bow close to her as if it were a precious puppy. Her weapon was like her best friend ever since she had been trapped in the world of Elder Tales, always reliable and always by her side. Her trusted bow was the only medium at the moment to make her feel better. Did the rest of the group even need a third assassin especially at her low level? Maybe she should have asked someone if it was okay for her to be in the group. But she had not wanted to seem unsure of herself at that moment so she made that quick decision to just introduce herself. No one else seemed to be doing much anyway. Back at home, she always had her reliable small black lighter and a cigarette pack on hand. She would take 'smoke breaks' during her short ten minutes at her minimum waged retail job that she secretly disliked but still kept working at the job to help pay for her college education even though her father was already paying for it. Despite their many arguments, she did not want to be a burden to him.Avalon felt that he was disappointed at her as a daughter since she wasn't able to earn any scholarships since she wasn't as involved in much school activities and studied as hard as she should have to achieve the best grades. She knew she had the ability to do very well in school but decided to just have average grades and best grades sometimes when she coached and pushed to do so.
She was a lazy person by nature back at home but it allowed her to maintain the patience that was required for hunting and stealth. Somehow it was becoming her favorite pastime and she actually wanted to improve her skills in her classes. But in a large combat party, she most likely would be challenged to do her best quickly in attacking and defending as her abilities and skills would allow her. Troublesome. She at first, even had to struggle and maintain a daily mantra to force herself to improve her hunting and assassin skills that involved patience and stealth until she learned to enjoy it. Now, she would be out in the open and exposed. She never fully trusted anyone for the longest time especially that this would involve trusting a large group of adventurers. Usually trusting to an extent in small petty battles or short term hired jobs for a little while but not for a whole combat expedition. But the thing was, it would be very humiliating if she was the cause of their soon to be group to fail.
Her round eyes danced among the group as she looked on curiously at her soon to be comrades in the expedition. She caught notice of an adorable short samurai type class girl. Avalon mouth curved upward in a small smile when she saw that the girl was also of the wolf hair race just like her. The girl wasn't someone she was close to or even knew personally but somehow, that felt a bit comforting and felt a comradeship that she shared a race with someone. She wondered if the girl's eyes flashed a glistening midnight gold shade every now and then besides during a battle since she had never interacted with someone of her race ever before. She had the slightly slanted eyes and beautiful ebony hair that would easily make her of the appearance of an Asian ethnicity. But her striking aquamarine slightly slanted eyes told a different story. Did she have some European ancestry in her? Or did she just pick out her looks and looked differently in real life? Whatever the reason may be, it really didn't matter in their new reality she had to accept. She did have some frustration pronouncing her name, Caerbannog in her mind. Ka-Er-Ba-Nog? Was that it? She would rather ask her when she got the chance than face some embarrassing moment with her mispronouncing her name. Avalon hoped the girl had a nickname so that situation would be avoided.
A most unique individual suddenly shifted her attention. He introduced himself curtly but she widened her eyes in mild surprise when he had lowered his head and bowed. No one displayed such a formality toward before so she felt a bit awkward at his gesture. He had this mysterious thick winter white hair and the conflicting eye colors of blue and orange. Another wolf hair like her. Her eyes sparked with interest toward the tall man named Renai who looked handsome, a certain air of maturity quality about him that her cheeks flushed as it became quite warmed. She couldn't help her mouth curve upward into a small smile toward the young man. Was she just unconsciously comparing him to her last ex-boyfriend who somewhat resembled him with the tall and slender figure he had but there was something about him that exuded a feeling of familiarity. Without the fantastical hues of color, it would paint a picture of almost exactly the guy that she was trying to forget but couldn't just yet. With a slight frown, she cursed inwardly knowing that she was supposed to be considering her comrades' classes and possible battle strategies not reminisce of the past. Although she was of a low level compared to some of the others, she wanted to contribute in any way possible. But honestly, she could not think of any strategy even though she improvised efficient tactics and some strategies in solo fighting. Being in a group now, she was at a lost. She guessed grudgingly that she had to rely on the higher ups for strategies for now.
Her amethyst eyes caught the sight of a familiar adventurer. Kumori. She had encounter the black clad assassin as a partner in a hired job as a bodyguard for a middle aged nobleman who had been targeted for his very vocal opposition against another nobleman. If one were to look around a crowded room in a party, he likely wouldn't be the first person that would stand out or peak her immediate interest. His long chestnut hair was the only physical feature that she found interesting. She didn't know many guys in her social circle who would want to grow out their short hair. She would think a stealthy assassin would rather have short hair to make absolutely sure that nothing would get in the way of efficiency. But she guessed it was his choice in the long run. A ghastly hooded enchanter named Aeon clad in a pitch black hooded cloak as if it was hiding all his mysterious secrets inside, almost demonic sent a shiver up her spine with his shadow like appearance that almost resembled some type of villain. If he was using that as a medium for intimidation on people and monsters, it seemed to work on her. Not too long after, a shaggy russet haired swashbuckler named Stryke made his sudden appearance. He had striking arctic blue eyes that seemed to gleam in the light. Despite being the same race, he looked like a wild animal that refused to be domesticated. She had to admit, that wild look about him was sort of appealing.
The only swashbuckler of the group asked if a battle formation and plan of action was already made. "Nope, not yet," she replied as she shook her head though she wished that they would have begun brainstorming something while waiting for the last adventurer to arrive in the combat party. Now, she didn't know much of creating battle formation but at least she did know some information on how their classes would affect formations, not really specifics just semantics. If she was going by what little knowledge she felt that she had about the subject, she knew that she would most likely be in the position of either the middle or in the back. She was a ranged physical fighter using the bow and arrow so being placed in the back where she could provide protection for the only true healer of the group would make sense in the long run. Keeping the cleric safe and sound was important so she could continuously heal the rest if the fighters who needed the healing the most. But being placed in the middle, she could rotate into different parts of the formation to become the constant support dps in the group especially helping to finish off a golem so the other dps could easily move onto the next monster to get rid of. There were likely other ranged fighters that could take the role of being in the back she hoped.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Kumori signaling for her to follow him away from the newly formed group that she had wanted to make a good first impression but she felt like she wasn't doing well in that department since she had to leave after just a little while. Feeling a little uncomfortable, she decided to excuse herself instead of leaving without a sound. She had always felt peeved when someone left while she was in the middle of something she thought was of importance. Fortunately, it didn't happen often. "Uh sorry. Be back in a little while. Guild stuff I think," she apologized quickly, not addressing any one specific right before she followed Kumori and the two other girls in front of her. The chestnut haired assassin began introducing the name of the guild named Aeryn and her and the other girls to each other. It seemed to be more like stating the obvious when she could easily see the stats and descriptions of her guild members up on screen. Still, she didn't know how to do just that so she guessed it was a good thing he introduced them to each other when he did though she would have rather him introducing at a time when it would be in a place with just them four so others not in the guild might feel peeved like she would have been if the situation was reversed.
It seemed like the introductions would be simple and stating the obvious until he had opened his hands toward the short samurai that seemed like she was more familiar to the assassin than she thought they were. Avalon originally assumed that the female cleric named Jojo was the person closer to him with the way she looked more friendly toward him than the other girl. She guessed she assumed wrong. Avalon cocked her head slightly in thought now realizing it was now obvious that they were close when he introduced the samurai as his little sister that showed he most likely held some affection toward her. At least she now knew how to pronounce her frustrating long in-game name though she had a feeling that she probably would unfortunately forget how to pronounce her name every now and then. She then realized the reason that she had no idea know that Kumori and Caerbannog were even close. He stated that she wasn't a person who talked often so she couldn't have figured that fact out until he told her. She grinned widely at her fellow guild members, "Nice to finally meet you guys, a pleasure," unconsciously baring her canines. She wasn't a person who cared much about formalities, rather sticking with her usual casual greeting. With all the introductions finished, he said it was time to go back to the group now. She breathed out with relief, "Yup, let's go back" as she walked toward the rest of the adventurers and said, "Thanks for waitin'" and waited for someone to begin forming battle strategies.
Soon, she glanced as her samurai guild member grabbed a scribe classed lander close-by and began to give to give him specific instruction on what to write down on the piece of parchment. She wondered how the end result would look like since she had never asked a lander to do anything specific for her before. She though it would have turned out to be something skillfully drawn with the cleanest line work and legibility. Avalon thought wrong. After spending a little time contemplating on the end result, Caerbannog revealed the sketch and Avalon slowly frowned seeing that it was barely legible and the line work was not steady. It looked like someone from someone in primary school could easily draw. But a sketch was a sketch. It didn't have to be perfect but she had thought that to would have been drawn better nonetheless. Skimming the parchment, she was right about one thing. An arrow was drawn beside the sun that represented the healer type class. At least she knew where she would most likely be stationed at during the combat expedition seeing that another adventurer had at least the same idea of where the long ranged archer would be located. She inwardly wondered if the other adventurers shared along the same thoughts as she did on the battle formation.
She was not surprised when Kumori took it upon him to explain his interpretation of the battle formation since she had just found out that Caerbannog wasn't a person who usually talked much. Avalon perked in interest and unconsciously moving a bit closer to hear his explanation better. Although she was of the wolf hair race, she still had the habit of acting like she was just a regular human at times. She nodded agreeing that Saber would be one of the tanks even though he was of the assassin type class. The fact that he was of the highest level compared to everyone else would attract the monsters to himself who would most likely be able to handle himself just fine in most situations. Caerbannog was obviously be placed as the other tank since her class as a samurai was built for that role. He continued stating that the melee dps would consist of himself and the swashbuckler, Stryke. That made sense since their main classes were built for the offensive with the many attacking skills that both classes would possess. Having the healers in the back was a good idea since they were important for the party's utmost survival. Her being around the healers also made some sense since she was a ranged fighter. The hooded Mage, Aeon would also be placed in the back with her and Jojo so he must have a repertoire of ranged attacks as well. She liked that bit saying about preventing casualties since that was very important and she didn't want to lose any comrades despite not knowing much about them.
She didn't want to interrupt him while he was in the middle of explaining the battle formation but she cocked her head in confusion when he stated that Renai would be a melee dps as well. She didn't know that much information about the enchanter class but at least she had some knowledge that enchanters were more of a support member of a party. It was something she learned in passing while conversing casually with various adventurers but used to gain knowledge of Elder Tales that she didn't care to learn until becoming trapped. She considered putting her two-cents in the battle formation but she shifted slightly feeling not really confident in doing so since she knew she wouldn't be able to elaborate with the few information she only had right now. For some odd reason, she felt that it would feel awkward if she went against the person who was the leader of the guild she was in. If she did, it was possible that he would take it personally. Fortunately, Renai voiced his opposition so she wouldn't have to be in the awkward position. Besides, she was one of the lowest level in the party at the moment so they might not want to listen to her. Maybe if she leveled up more, she would feel more comfortable voicing out her opinions on subjects pertaining to battling. Everything else came easily.
She thought that battle formation was set and done. Unexpectedly, the highest level assassin added in his own ideas on the battle formation. She listened to him stating that he also had a problem with the battle formation and soundly stood up from his spot. Standing high and tall, he looked like a leader. Her eyes sparked with admiration on the way he presented himself with a certain assertiveness and calmness she thought he had. It matched that high level he had. The first part of the changing battle strategy sounded similar to Kumori's positioning of Saber being in the front as the tank. Like Kumori, it was nice that he also elaborated his reasoning for the positioning of each member of the party. Avalon could envision scenarios where the changes would work in their favor. He stated that he was not going to be moving positioning from the from the front of the party and that also made sense since it would reduce the risk of everyone becoming injured. His likability increased since it showed that he cared about the other members of the party, not just himself. She had enough of uncaring and narcissistic individuals. Renai would be placed near Caerbannog acting as a disabler, a role more suited to his class so she agreed on that notion. Her being place by Stryke and rotating positions was fine with her even though she thought being in the back was fine as well. As long as she would be able to help efficiently in any role, she could agree upon that. It was a good idea that Capsule and Aeon were field monitors since they were important in constantly watching over the status of the other members of the party. Saber ended his proposal saying that no one to be a hero, to prevent casualties, and emphasizing teamwork. That was something she would wholeheartedly agree upon. She responded with a small nod and gave a wide grin, "We'll do our very best."
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Have you ever seen a fierce animal you were sure would never bite? Because I haven't.
Wolf Hair
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Post by Stryke on Apr 4, 2014 15:19:52 GMT
Leo's question was responded with a negative answer, it seemed he wasn't so late after all. Honestly Leo hoped they already came up with a battle formation, in a party of that size planning sessions are really difficult to manage and of course no one is going to agree on the same plan of action at first. There were 9 members to that party and judging by their classes the 70% of them were DPS classes, coming up with a battle strategy balanced enough would be really difficult.
For one side having all those DPS greatly augmented the damage output of the team but there was one great downside, the healer had to keep constant track of everyone that didn't belong to a class that could easily take some physical punishment and there was also the possibility that the chosen tanks wouldn't be able to maintain enough aggro on the enemies due to the sheer amount of DPS on the team. There was also another problem, a guy among them differed from the others with a level that was almost 2 times higher than everyone on the team and he was an assassin, he would probably get all the aggro on himself without even doing anything .
Leo had some experience in mmorpg games but his raiding sessions were few and sparse in time, he mostly played solo or partied up with random players online till he got bored of the current game and proceeded on the next one. He didn't have much to offer to the party in terms of battle formations, even though fighting with your own body was significantly different from fighting by standing behind a computer screer, somehow he felt that normal raid strategies wouldn't really be that useful here.
The party was all round up and it was time to begin this session of planning strategy. Caerbannog called over a lander scribe and made his draw some basic outlines on where they all would be placed in the battleground. The resulting work was kinda...underwhelming, Leo could hardly tell what was going on in that sketch and honestly he couldn't understand which one of those circles represented himself, the planning session had just started and he was already getting an headache.
In the meantime, Kumori took initiative and presented to the other members his new guild, Aeryn. Leo was surprised that he already had his guild running up, it didn't pass much time since he asked Leo to join him in the cathedral and even then he said that he was just planning on forming a guild. Leo didn't have a definite answer for his invitation yet so he hoped the assassin would soon change subject, they weren't there that day to talk about guild business anyway . After presenting his guild, Kumori looked at Caerbannog's paper and surprisingly he started giving an infinite series of orders to the other adventurers.
Leo scuffed annoyed, those weren't suggestions, they were definitely orders even though he asked if his plan was agreeable. He snorted and lent his back against a tree behind him, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes, Kumori was still talking and Leo listened to him to him silently. The choice of strategy wasn't half bad, it revolved around using Saber as the main tank due to his level , Leo and Kumori as the main dps behind him, Caerbannog as the off tank and other on the rear providing ranged dps, support and heal. The choice of having the girl named avalon on the rear wasn't really good though, she was a dps class and the rear would already be protected by Caerbannog, there was no reason on having her there. The plan was agreeable but the way Kumori said it was the problem, he might be a guild leader now but there was no reason for him to boss even the others like they belonged to his guild.
Leo continued to remain silent, arms crossed and eyes closed, almost like he couldn't care less for what they were all saying right now. Partly it was true, mainly because he was sure that every strategy they could come up with would only work for a brief time against the field boss, bosses in fact liked to change their strategy often and they needed to be ready for that. The reality, however, was that he didn't like to be in an overcrowded party and he definitely didn't like to be on the center of the attention, he would just stand on the sidelines providing his personal judgment when needed and pointing out obvious mistakes, not a thing more, not a thing less.
Another member of the party started talking, he recognized the voice from before as Saber, the overlevelled assassin. He said that he too had a problem with the strategy and then proposed his own:
He would be fixed on the front as the main tank, Caerbannog would be the off tank for the sidelines with Kumori and Renai as DPS and disabler, Kaguya, Capsule and Aeon on the rear as field monitors, helar and ranged dps. Leo listened carefully and then Saber spoke really interesting words, basically his plan consisted in giving Leo Avalon full freedom on the battlefield. Leo smirked satisfied, his eyes still closed and arms crossed.
It was strange hearing Saber calling them Mr. and lady but at least he didn't sound like he was ordering around the party, His own plan also took care of some issues with Kumori's plan.
There was still a problem though, the best battle strategies are often the ones with the best flexibility during combat, this was hard to obtain because many of the members that formed the party that day didn't even know each other before, personally Leo only knew how Caerbannog fought. In order for a strategy to be successful all the members have to be ready for the unexpected and react accordingly, if they are fixed in doing one job just because the plan says so than it is bound to crash down when the party is in a pinch.
"This is all good talk"
Leo finally said while opening his eyes after everyone presented their options,
"But let's not forget that we aren't behind a computer screen, this is all real and most probably every battle formation we can come up with isn't going to work for more than a couple of minutes against a field boss and its minions. what I'm saying is that we should always be ready to change little bits of our strategy while in combat and expect the unexpected, being fixated on using one and only battle strategy against something we aren't even sure how to fight isn't going to give us much profit."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 15:46:51 GMT
[attr="class","quest"] Sarum Expedition Combat Mission
As we get closer toward the city of Sarum, monsters seem to continuously spawn. Your job is to team up with fellow Adventurers and take down your fair share of monsters so that we can expand the camp ever so closer toward the city borders.
NPC: Eddison
List of Objectives:
- Kill Golem Sentry Lv 2: 0/10 - Kill Golem Sentry Lv 10: 0/3 - Kill Golem Sentinel Lv 15: 0/2 - Kill Golem Phalanx Lv 20: 0/1 - Expand Sarum Expedition Camp: 0/1
Participants: [Main_Tank] Saber Lv52 [Sub_Tank] Caerbannog Lv32 [Main_Healer] Jojo Kaguya Lv15 [Sub_Healer] Capsule Lv37 [DPS] Kumori Lv19 [DPS] Renai Lv16 [DPS] Stryke Lv25 [DPS] Avalon Lv13 [DPS] Aeon Lv14
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) - :: - Skill: --- {Guild Meeting}After an exchange of confused and denying looks between the samurai and the assassin respectively, Kumori proceeded to introduce the members of the guild Aeryn. Caerbannog looked weirdly at Ryuu for he kept mentioning their names and classes which were already displayed on the party list, nonetheless, the girl kept mum. It would have been more useful to point out their tendencies, personalities, or preferences in battle, such as whether the healer was a reactive or proactive one, or why the other assassin was staring at the wolf-hair samurai.
Still the samurai said nothing and would have done nothing but acknowledge her guildies with a nod, which she did excitedly, if Ryuu had not referred to her as ‘little’. Not exactly a jab at her height, but the word was quickly becoming a negative trigger because the assassin frequently used it to taunt her. An angry look and a pout was shot as Kumori’s direction; the girl would have thrown a tantrum too if not for the presence of other party members. She let it slide though, and the samurai proceeded to request the crappy drawing. Regarding the various strategies and acknowledgements that unfolded before the samurai, she maintained a neutral expression throughout the ordeal. The girl seemed interested but not too enthusiastic; she nodded at the plans and explanations which addressed her. First off, Kumori translated the horrible scribe drawing as best he could. Without as much as a word from Caerbannog, his strategy went pretty well until he grouped Renai up with the melee DPS. Such was the price for taking the lead, and the samurai was sorry that he had to speak up in her stead. She might not have made the same mistake, might not have put him in that awkward position. But what’s done was done, and the girl waited for the reactions of the addressed members. The enchanter Renai was very polite. Caerbannog noted his gestures and the way that the adventurer spoke. Though initially he seemed aloof or uncaring, he tried to be sociable with the party at least. He seemed to be calm too, until Kumori listed him as melee DPS. That mistake came too soon. Too soon... no one would want to be assigned to such a role, not when the chosen class is so different from what the role required. Understandably, Renai spoke up, his tone not cross but urgent in the sense that he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding quickly. Saber, the most experienced member of the party, then spoke up. The samurai had a feeling that his address would be exceedingly long and descriptive, for such things were sometimes necessary in parties. As a tank in another MMO, she had to brief the party before they headed out especially when there were newbies. Well, in that Sarum Expedition, everyone seemed to be a newbie. Saber had much combat experience at least, and his instructions did not fail the samurai’s expectations. By the looks of it, he was willing to take the main tank role; something that Caerbannog did not mind, and in fact it lifted some weight from her shoulders. Her skillset was not fit for prolonged tanking and she would surely find it easier to move around as an off-tank. She nodded at Saber, agreeing with and accepting his instructions. The polite bow was also much appreciated. The samurai then looked over to one of her guild mates, the green-haired one, to be precise. If anything went wrong on the tanks’ part, she would be the one most stressed by the situation. Grabbing the targets’ Hate was one thing, holding it was another, and regaining it once lost was a completely different matter. Any attack performed upon wayward mobs or heals sent towards those mobs’ target would continue to build Hate, and the longer that they pulled away, the more difficult it would be to get them back. So assigning someone to assist Jojo was a sound idea and the one designated to that duty was the enchanter Capsule. Like the other participants, she listened intently to the strategies which were laid out. At least the samurai was sure that someone actually listened to what other members said. Whether they would derp or freak out during the actual run though, that was a whole other matter. Curiously, Capsule changed her weapon and that made the girl wish for better items of her own. Her current equipment were at least better than starter ones, still she was not too comfortable to tank with Level 5 items when they’d eventually fight a Level 20 field boss. As for Aeon, he was being his usual mysterious self. He looked a bit cool like that and reminded the samurai of Death Eaters. She’d seen him fight too and he was nothing short of fearful, someone that the black-haired wolf-hair adventurer would never cross swords with. Mage types were usually great at nuking targets and that particular mysterious mage was no exception. Since they were in a party though, she’d have to watch his back especially since Aeon’s attacks tend to draw much Hate. Avoiding both his attacks and mobs’ offenses would keep the samurai on her toes. Then there was the third assassin in the party, Avalon. She was a guild mate, so Caerbannog made sure to remember her name, appearance and class. Each and every party member was as important as the others for the group would not be able to function properly otherwise, but the samurai made it a point to remember her guild mates specifically. After all, they would work together in the future even after the Sarum Expedition. Notably, Avalon was the one who looked over the samurai earlier, perhaps curious of her appearance since female tanks were not the norm. Stryke was being his usual grumpy loner self. Not that there was anything bad with that but in a party it might cause some friction. Still, the samurai was not one to nitpick about how the party members spoke or acted since she had her own issues. Though blunt, the swashbuckler had a point and it would do the members well to remember his words. He was not as good a speaker as Saber or as chatty as Kumori, but so far everything the samurai heard from Stryke made sense. Once everything was laid out and the leader-types said their piece, Caerbannog walked over to the ranged fighters. She’d walk behind them to watch their backs and move along the sides when necessary. With Denkosekka she could probably cover the short distances during an emergency. Her armor itself afforded the girl some movement compared to a full-plated tank. From then on, the group would probably encounter some low level golem sentries only those mobs frequented the area around the camp. Anything else would be rare or an anomaly. Though weak, sentries tend to fight in groups and spawn quickly so it would be best to take them down just as fast as they appear. OOC Notes: Whoever's up front, start the fight. | Word Count: 1169 | Tags: Saber Kumori etc. |
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Post by Kumori on Apr 5, 2014 3:28:27 GMT
| Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100% | "In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends." |
He was surprised to see him bow down and return his greeting with a greeting that only those in Japan would have done. “Ie, ie,” he said to the man to tell him that it was his honor to meet him. Well, as per normal Japanese conversations, it’d probably best to leave it at that, as it was courtesy, or else they’d have an entire conversation about who had the greater honor or who should be saying such things. He noticed the slight blush, as the bow was a bit more formal than what he was expecting, but regardless of the circumstance, it was only polite to return in kind.
The talk of strategy was important, most of the members chimed in. While Ryuu was kicking himself in the head for saying something so foolish as to place an enchanter as a Melee DPS, Ryuu knew that amendments needed to be changed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly… Renai, please do as you said and aid us in disabling. I’m sorry to put you in that position. I should’ve thought it through before I said something like that,” he said, trying to remedy his mistake in Renai’s eyes. Saber then had his own input on the strategy. It was a sound one, and Ryuu understood the reasoning behind it. The fact that they were all lower level than Saber, it would be imperative that all the hostiles would be drawn to him. For that reason alone, he wanted to keep the front line so as to minimize death and injury. Ryuu nodded in agreement, as that was his plan as well, or else the flank formation would not have been created. His goal was to do what he did, but the only difference was that Ryuu’s focus was on speed and that with speed, they would be able to dispatch things quicker, while Saber looked at things as a mind of a tank, knowing how much damage one could take and how much Hate could be drawn. While Ryuu’s strategy was sound in nature, it was not completely sound for the entire party. He could not hate or argue with Saber for that reason. It made sense, and he went with it.
“Then I shall continue to be the moving front line, with Caerbannog supporting as tank and Renai supporting as disabler. Focus down the ones in front, and then shift focus onto the flank. Renai, I ask you be the one that notifies the rest of the party if we’re in trouble, since Caerbannog and I will be engaging,” he said to them assuring them that their flank would be protected or warned against.
Saber’s strategy was much more in-depth than his own, so Ryuu could only nod and take in the information he was giving to him. The plethora of what he said spelled qualities of a true leader. Ryuu learned a lot from this man in just the few minutes of discussion they had. He looked up to him as a figure that he should become for his guild, and he would do so. He would take every word into consideration, all his mannerisms, all his strategy, and apply them to himself. While Ryuu was still relatively young in this gaming world, he did know the basic mechanics. It seemed that Ryuu could not be afraid of speaking in large groups or speaking too much. When lives were involved, it was necessary to know everything about everyone.
Stryke made his words known, however, which made Ryuu look over towards him. It was true that this was no longer a game and this was real life. Kumori was sure that each player hear has been in party battles before, but what he did not expect was Stryke to say such things. The formation and strategy formed was not to be constrictive, which is why Ryuu had added the formation of flanks. While it did not take into account multiple flanks, it was easier to subdivide the sections of battle into two halves of a circle. While their initial formation was concentrated only on the forward half, leaving the entire back open, the moving flank was to take care of the other half while the rest focused on killing the main target. He looked at Stryke and had to make his opinion known. “This formation is simply to roughly tell each of us of what we will be doing. While battles in general will always have variables we cannot control, it is still preferable that we are organized rather than a hodge podge of adventurers. Strategy is not meant to constrict you, no, it is meant to be a guideline for a team to work together,” he said to Stryke. It was always assumed that if you are attacked without a guard or DPS in front to do damage, you would protect yourself or trust your teammates to do so, but one is not supposed to stay silent during that situation. This was a party effort, and without organization, it was only chaos, and with chaos it’d only bring destruction. With that said, he would step back from his position and then allow for the tanks to lead them through the fields.
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