Numerical Order [Group/CLOSED]

[Hirosame]

Hiro walked through the flowering field of Savill, and inhaled deeply. He let the scent of the flowers all around him get into his system, as he slowly made his way to the rendezvous point. His mission today was to kill a grouping of Slimes, both Dull and Green, that had a strange grouping to their levels. It looked as though their levels went from 1 to 10, in numerical order. This was strange, Hiro thought, and figured that it needed to be appropriately examined. Him being at least 6 levels over their toughest, Hiro would be able to take them out with no problem at all. But, this quest already had three other people signed up for it, all were level 1. He thought that he might as well use some of his extra time to help these three out, being the person that he was. He signed his name on the roster for this quest, and moved out immediately.

The quest was taking part in the Flower Grove of Savill, which Hiro couldn't help but take up. He loved nature, after all. It was one of his most favorite things to go out into the woods and fields outside his house to observe the world around him, and just see what it was all about. He loved the colors that the world produced in the fields and trees, but never really was able to see as many colors as the fields of Savill had. Back in England, where he was raised, his mother liked to have all sorts of expensive things brought to their garden, including shrubs that were shaped to the likenesses of many tropical animals. Hiro wondered why it was such a necessity to have such expensive things from the tropics, when his parents could have just gone to the tropics. They had enough money, so why not just go and see the real thing? Hiro shrugged it off, not even bothering with the thought anymore.

He found a nice spot where he was supposed to meet the other members of the party, and sat down. He looked across the field as the wind gracefully blew the grass and flowers around gently. Hiro enjoyed the silence and serenity of the place, and closed his eyes, laying on his back. He took a deep breath, letting the scent fill his nose again. He found himself drifting off in the field, as he had done so many times before. It was like this place was made for naps and restful times. He loved the place so much that he almost wanted to make it his own, so he'd be able to sleep here in peace. Not to mention keep all the mobs to himself, so he'd have his own personal training ground. He snickered to himself at the thought, and let the smell of the fields carry him to dreamland, as he waited for his quest partners to arrive.

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[Xhy Lynn]

Xhy Lynn Xhy came up to the sleeping guy who looked very much like the description she had to ask for, turning on the names she saw it was, although Jojo had't seemed to have arrived yet. Sitting not to far from where the seemingly lazy guy was laying down she sat, and picked up her lute, picking a few notes here and there, wanting to play but not wanting to disturb the man so that he might talk to her. She signed up for this mission to get experience. Doing it with a party was only good so that she wouldn't be likely to die. She hit a small note, then would look to see if she had woken the senior member of the would be rag-tag party. Xhy waited on Jojo to get there or for the man to awake from his so calm slumber. Xhy shook her head, thinking of how such a lazy guy would even bother helping her and the others of her party with such a quest. "Bothersome guy." Xhy said to herself quietly, as she plucked another note, still waiting. Again looking over to see if the guy awoke. Xhy feeling daring picked up her Lute all the way and looked to the sky while beginning a soft melody, almost a lullaby, it had no words, nor was it titled. It was something Xhy remembered playing once on a piano before coming to this world, that changed her life. Xhy had barely finished the melody when looking around to see a bit of time had passed, not caring if the guy had woke, it was well past time for him to help with the quest, she looked for others who should be apart of the party. ~ Health = 100% ~ Mana = 100% Xhy Lynn Hirosame 291 :Word count Xhy Lynn | Bard Dancer | Artisan

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% SwshBklr: Lvl 1 Scribe: Lvl 1 Scholar: Lvl 1 ☒ Shaz Xhy Lynn ✐ 309 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

The sun would slowly cast across the evening sky in fair zone of Windsor. The light musk of morning dew on fresh leaves filled the air with a earthly delight. Small non-hostile mobs flapped wings and twitched furry limbs in delight of the warm sun heating the afternoon air. A small rabbit would perch itself on a rock it's ears twitching slowly in the gentle breeze. The rabbit alert it's eyes wandering resting onto me. The small rabbit taking note of my presence as I scribe away in this tome. Today will be the day that I die. I know this to be true. -Shaz Journal Excerpt. The Wind in Windsor would pick up becoming a soft gale into the middle of the clearing. The wind would begin to swirl and congregate . Thousand if not hundreds of pages of paper covered in various scripts and numbers, Letters and paragraphs would swirl around visciously  a typhoon of  manuscripts. Slowly stepping for from this torrent of lit stood a single male clad in a dark brown cloak. His hair stuffed neatly into a beanie. One his right hand side would be a antiqua longsword. In his left hand rested a book.  Raising his right hand he would brush away the torrent of scripture. Coming to bring his feet firmly onto the ground infront of the pink haired Tsundre. His right hand coming to give a gentle wave. His eyes peering down at the female with a wonderous gaze. "Oi,Lynn. How are you today?" His voice rather cheerful. A soft spoken male with a thick accent. He would shift his legs a bit smile bringing his hand into his cloak his body hidden from view. he would stare around at the male sleeping his eyes shifting up to look at the air enjoying the sound of the lute filling the air.

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Jojo awoke the day with a start, the eyes she was gifted with in this world having dilated from large back into the beady dots. It was a surprise to say that her style of doing things thus far was sufficient. Her skill level was not very great to begin with but at the least, she could hold her own. Her body moving with ease of the motion she moved, her feet staying under her as she had found herself walking through the fields of the flower grove, a decent area by the looks of it while she looked around with a passive ease. A popping of her neck allowed her to take in the flower atmosphere, looking among the area with a pleasant sense to herself as she moved about. It was nothing much more than just simple tasking to say the least, and that was far more formidable than any real questing job she did in the past and to the present. Her time in the Sarum expeditions as well was well spent for learning new things and finding out what the new areas in this world were like.

Continuing on through these fields though, she had noticed something though in this pretense being that her eyes saw a green blip on her screen. That was when she smiled upon seeing the name of the blip noting it was Xhy. Remembering back from the expedition, they were examining the mountains and Jojo had found that the girl was extraordinarily gifted with art. That was the joy of the thing though. Her eyes saw two more blips though. Once she was within sight of them, she waved to Xhy while noticing a familiar individual as well as the one who was orchestrating the expedition. Her body clothed in the usual white cloth armor without much more than her simple stave. She entered into the area with a smile though, happy to see an old friend and a past ally all in one place. “I take it the one on the ground is the correspondent to the mission?” Her question was strait to the point, and as it was, nothing more than to the point and blunt as well.

Notes ╡ Hirosame Xhy Lynn Shaz
Word Count ╡ 369

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Hirosame]

Hiro was gently woken up by the soft, soothing rhythm of a nearby instrument. The melodic sounds that came from the short bursts of notes, followed by a short pause, actually brought Hiro to be calmed a bit further by the tones. It was lovely, to say the least, and the one playing it was certainly skilled with the instrument. A good thing to see, or hear, rather. It sounded like some other people started showing up, this being the main factor of Hiro's awakening. It sounded as if someone with a rather strong English accent began talking at his normal volume, which seemed to be their outside voice, as well. Hiro sighed, and started to stir, when his body refused to move again. The smell of the flowers, and the memory of the sounds coming from the girl's instrument made him far too relaxed. He shut his eyes again, but managed to keep himself awake, somehow.

Hiro heard the voice of another woman nearby, as she spoke softly as well. He couldn't really hear what she was saying, but he could figure out that it was probably a rather passive remark. Hiro sat up, and looked over at the three. It seemed like they were almost all above level 1. Hell, one was level 15, and the other was level 9. Hiro wondered about this for a few seconds, but stood up anyways. He couldn't get himself to say anything aloud about the situation, but the only thing he could think of is, What the neep. The quest information said that it was three level 1's. Lo and behold, a level 9 and a level 15 are right here in front of me. What. The. Actual. neep. He couldn't bring himself to say it verbally, though he just went ahead and walked towards them. He figured that he'd keep his distance, but still make it aware that he was at least awake.

He felt a bit more comfortable with the two females being the levels they were, since now he knew that he wouldn't need to be dealing a majority of the damage. Despite the fact that the two were a cleric and a bard, they would still probably deal a good amount of damage. At the very least, the cleric could keep everybody healed if they started to take a large sum of damage. Or hell, almost any damage. The bard could keep their skills up, and apply all different sorts of buffs on them to deal more damage, have more health, et cetera. But, the one who he was most worried about was the other male there, who was actually a level 6. His being a swashbuckler with such a low level meant that he'd probably need a majority of the healing and buffing. Which he didn't mind, of course, since Hiro was already a decently leveled player, with a substantial amount of health and defense, not to mention a great amount of damage that he could deal. Of course, he wouldn't try to be over confident about his own abilities, but after having assessed his soon-to-be teammates, he felt a bit more comfortable.

Hiro relaxed his stance, and looked at the three people. He nodded a little bit to them, and began to greet himself. "Hey, pleasure to meet you all. Name's Hirosame, but by all means, call me Hiro." This was his usual greeting, so he kept up with his usual. "Thanks everybody for coming, and I look forward to working with you all. Our mission today is obvious, as I'm sure you guys already looked into it." Hiro smiled softly, and tilted his head to the side slightly. "This should be interesting, huh?" He tilted his head back, and continued speaking. "So, I'm a Monk slash Sigilmaker, so I can apply a few minor buffs to everybody, just by drawing a small sigil on your hand, shoulder, or whatever, to boost a stat for a little while. If you guys would like to make use of that, please let me know. As for Monk, I can be the frontliner, as well as a damage dealer, depending on the situation. If you have any other questions for me, go ahead and ask. If not, then the Slimes are just ahead. Whenever you guys are ready, we can start this up." A good beginning to what should be a good day of fighting. Hiro looked forward to it already.

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[Xhy Lynn]

Xhy Lynn Xhy stared at Shaz, as he had arrived, noting he was loud like normal and nodding in reply to his greeting, when Jojo had shown up Xhy simply nodded to her question as well, her song finish being slightly disrupted. "How joyous." She said in her casual soft tone to Hiro's seemingly long and unexpected speech, Placing the lute on her back before standing up, and taking the scythe from where it typically lay next to the lute on her back. Tired from waiting and getting ready to start, Xhy took a step or two forward, waiting to hear the sound of others following her towards the slimes in the direction Hiro had pointed to. If others were following she continued on tired of sitting around and wanting to start fighting. If they weren't she turned around, tilting her head to the side and saying in a normal voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Coming you guys?" Xhy rolled her head back to its normal position after talking, and then pointed behind her to the slimes in the field in front of the rest of them waiting for the others to move and follow along side her to the very least. Xhy was tired from that sarum expeditions and wanted to do something more normal, like killing things, slimes were perfect it meant not too much work and she would really only need to buff when needed til she had to fight along side the others in killing the slimes. ~ Health = 100% ~ Mana = 100% Xhy Lynn Hirosame Shaz @jojo 251 :Word count Xhy Lynn | Bard Dancer | Artisan

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% SwshBklr: Lvl 1 Scribe: Lvl 1 Scholar: Lvl 1 ☒ Shaz Xhy Lynn @jojo Hirosame ✐ 911 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

His form would shift following behind mass of angry cotton candy. His hands resting to his sides holding his leather bound book to his ribs. His foot steps quiet lightly padding along the ground. His hand moving into his hip pouch grasping at something silver. He would hold it tightly in his hands staring at the back of Xhy's form. He would exhale a bit seeing the name of her guild in her infobox. He would release the object sliding his hand from his pouch continuing forward. He would come to a stop next to the small girl. His lumbering frame tall and lanky. He would bring his grimore from inside his cloak. Opening it with a slight snap. A slight wave of dust coming from the inside of the book. A dark brown ink cured of dried blood etched into the pages. He would open his mouth letting out a slight yawn his tongue extending from his mouth an inverted black cross marking the center of the organ. He would shift a bit looking over around him quickly realizing himself to be the lowest level his eyes would just focus on the ground for a bit. "So,What's the plan,Lynn?" He would lift his head looking over at the female so tense and ready to slaughter. He would ponder what happened to the female while in Frontier what changed the girl to be so cold. His mind would wander his right arm coming up to grasp at his shoulder wincing ever so slightly. He would stare at the ground his eyes growing wide. His breathing would stagger slowly falling to his knees he would dig his fingers into his shoulder. His eyes growing wider with each second he would begin to shake a bit dropping his book. SPOILER: Click to show {Click for Flashback!} Shaz would be standing inside of a large tunnel he would hear a light pinging noise as he turned to watch a female Samurai fade from the area. His finger moving to open his menu before seeing himself removed from her friends. He would stand there a bit taken back by the female's actions but none the less he would turn and continue walking through the tunnel. He would hold the lantern eye level his feet slowly tapping along the rusted metal railing as he moved through the tunnel. His eyes lighting up as he exited the end of the tunnel he would stop placing his lantern back to his side. He would continue along his path walking towards a large building in the distance. His path would be cut across by a small being a mob known as "Weak Goblin Scout". His hand moving instantly to draw at his swords as the small level one beast turned to face him. It would let out a scream war cry rushing towards Shaz with weakened wooden club in hand. Shaz would cross his blades over his shoulders activating the technique known as straights thrusting himself forward crossing the blades over the neck of the Goblin slashing it's head clean off. He would bring himself to a stop behind the back of the foe turning and walking over to his body. He would kneel down sheathing his blades on his hips he would begin to dig into the Goblin's pockets. A loud crack would fill Shaz's ears followed by darkness the goblin's scouting party having caught up. Pain. Pain would fill every inch of his body as he was ravaged by clubs and blades. One pain would stand out. A sharp pain would dig into the shoulder of Shaz's left arm causing his eyes to shoot up from the deep slumber of being knocked out. His eyes watching as a rusty cleaving axe was dragged through his shoulder. The sound of tendons snapping and bone breaking with each savage swing of the dull blade into his flesh. The copper scent of his own blood filling his nose invading his mind his eyes would dullen. Finally his arms would be completely cut off the goblins raising it into the air as if some sort of sick twisted trophy as his blood begun to pool under him. He would feel his pouches being ravaged watching half of a metro ticket stub being yanked from his being he would raise his remaining arm grasping at it over to feel the point of a spear slam into his hand pinning it to the ground. His body shaking he would begin to recant the spell for call of home before a single shot from a club smashed the back of his head. His HP Dropping to 0 he would close his eyes tears streaming down his cheeks. The unknown reality of death filling his mind. His thoughts trailing to various landers, friends in real life before finally coming to rest on the pink haired girl he met when he first became trapped in this game. How would he keep his promise to protect her. How could he ever tell her he loved her. His life was gone. Shaz would suddenly gasp for air sitting up in the cathedral his right arm shooting up to his left feeling the limb in place he would look around. His eyes resting on the various adventurers being reborn inside of this sacred hub. Death wasn't the end in this world.. Life was all that mattered her. End Flashback.

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Jojo had been looking at the two of them, figuring out a steady phase to herself as she had found herself to a degree of which her eyes watched the bard, the swashbuckler, and the monk all together. Her eyes peering and at the same instance she continued on to easily enough she watched Hirosame begin his little tid bit. Speaking to them of the mission even though she had no clue what said mission was. As it so happened, she did her best never to bother with figuring such things out. Her ears caught on that this monk was a sigil maker too, that in and of itself led her to believe there was more to this monk than what met the eye. Adding to this, she noticed that he held a bit more to himself as a front liner, even saying how he was a better damage dealer depending on the situation. She herself knew a few tricks to fight with, but most of them were not among the heaviest of damaging unless against demons of darkness since most were of light magics.

Jojo looked to Xhy now though, watching her and then also Shaz, as he noticed just how different she acted. Indeed the frontier held its toll on many while Jojo merely scratched her head, as she seemed to actually have had fun with those missions. Counting them down she was stuck in caverns and caves with the panting eccentric Xhy, found a hot spring with her guild master Ero-sempai, and lastly was a part of a large combat offensive. Such things in Sarum did lead her to watching with a subtle form while she did hold a usual manner. Jojo nodded, “Yes, let us go. I figure one support, two combatants and one healer is as good a group as any.” Such was her mental imagery of this group and its goals and set ups all at once. She eased some and moved herself back with a calming theory. This theory was easy enough to calm and bring her mental affect to watching furthermore of this group. Holding her stave, she focused on the group easily enough.

Notes ╡ No notes for now
Word Count ╡ 362

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Hirosame]

Hiro got a rather cold feeling from his allies, and cringed a little on the inside. Tough crowd. He thought to himself. Either way, they all looked capable enough to withstand a fight. But, it was certainly going to be a short fight, if all they had to fight was a group of ten enemies, all ranging from level 1 to level 10. It wasn't going to be a problem at all for the Monk, and probably not even for their lowest leveled party member. However, Hiro looked over to the rugged looking swashbuckler, and noticed that he was wincing just a bit, and grasping his shoulder. This worried Hiro for a moment, but he figured it'd go away soon enough. He had no idea what they problem was with that guy, about his shoulder, but he probably shouldn't let it bother him too much. It wasn't Hiro's shoulder, after all. Despite this, it looked like the group was ready to go.

Hiro walked over nearby the female Bard, and realized just how impolite the group was. Hiro had given his own name, but none of the others had. He suspected that he was an awkward fourth wheel on a three-man-team by this point, and they all thought that he was just an extra. Maybe a wall of an extra, but still an extra. It didn't matter, after all, since they were all different classes. If push came to shove, he'd just refer to them by their classes. However, their names were above them already, along with health bars and mana bars to show how much health and mana they had left. Despite this, Hiro still thought it was polite to introduce yourself, even while your name and such was already present. Elegance, as Renai would put it. Hiro thought of it more as a show of respect to the ones around you, formally introducing yourself, but they didn't have that kind of time.

As Hiro looked over the small incline to observe their enemies, his eyes widened. It seemed like his intel was still pretty bad, as there wasn't just 1 group of these monsters. No no, there had to be 8 groups. After doing a rough count, Hiro confirmed the presence of 8 groups of slimes, and in each group was 10, ranging from level 1 to level 10. It looks like the intel was correct on one thing, at least. However, he would need to rethink his sources, after this battle of course. Speaking of this battle, the rage of war started to flood his body already, as a sinister grin made its way onto his face. Battle: His most favorite aspect of this world. Especially since it was a large sum of monsters that were weaker than him, which he could probably one-shot a few of in a single group. His rational side thought about warning his allies about the increase in number of targets that they had to deal with. The irrational battle-hungry side, however, wanted to surge his body right into the fray, and let his allies figure it out for themselves. His irrational, battle-hungry side won.

Hiro leaped high into the air, performed a somersault mid-air, and turned his body into an arrow with a powerful kick. "Wyvern Kick!" He shouted, as a golden aura surrounded the man, and pooled right into the ground on top of a level 1 slime in one of the groups, causing it to deflate, then disappear into data. The aura surged back upwards, and Hiro lifted off again, this time a blue aura surrounding his right leg. "Aura Kick!" Hiro crashed down onto the level 2 slime, killing it on impact. He landed with a loud thud, and immediately started to dance around his enemies in a flurry of dodges and vaults. The group of eight remaining enemies in this small sector would prove to be nothing to him, as he could keep bobbing and weaving around all their straight-line attacks. He swept his leg around in a circle to hit a few slimes as they came back down, and continued his dance of dodges. He hoped his allies were as charged up about battle as he was, with his grin still stalwartly on his face. Hiro loved every moment of this mission, save for the parts without fighting.

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