[Was Open] The First to Fifty Wins

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Pestered With a Quest Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail Today was Quest Day, a random day of the week that Oxford dedicated to helping out various Landers with their problems, preferably combat-oriented requests, as he wanted to level as quickly as possible. Most of the time, the smart Landers who knew how to attract Adventurers to helping them would often be found in the Londenium Square, raising a racket with other people there. Adventurers would often wait there as well, gathering others to help them with some of the quests. That's how its usually done, but the Lander Oxford found today obviously had no idea what he was doing. First of all, he was stationed at the gate leading to Windsor, asking Adventurers if they were interested in gathering some friends to have some fun. "All right, so let me see if I understood your quest: you want to hold a competition between a couple of Adventurers..." "Yes..." "...to see who can slay 50 boars first..." "That's right..." "...and the reward we get from all of this is the close bond of friendship." "Precisely!" "That's about the stupidest thing I ever heard." The wind blew, some stray leaves flying by as Oxford stood there, staring at the Lander. "...Uh, does that mean you're not going to accept the quest...?" "Oh, I never said I wouldn't do it. I just lack the required amount of friends at the moment." Oxford turned and stood next to the Lander, crossing his arms as the NPC continued to try finding other available adventurers with some time on their hands. Words: 254 OOC Notes: The first to get 50 boars wins. Tags: @0x1dea

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Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Nótthrafn

A blue-eyed wolf hair of diminutive stature and borderline tsundere ways walked through the streets of Londenium with black Japanese bow slung across her back. The similarly black quiver that came along with the bow had some arrows which were obviously the right size for its user. Her clothing was fairly casual: just black boots, shorts and yukata with sleeves that almost hid her hands. Since she intended to train archery that day, Caerbannog thought it impractical to wear her heavier ooyoroi. She’d been practicing on her own for a few days, though out of her guild members’ sights. She did not want to look like a fool in front of them so for a while, the samurai practiced archery on the rooftops of some old buildings. No, she did not snipe passers-by; the girl merely used some old, discarded plushies from St. Pancras Station for target practice.

Caerbannog then decided that morning that she would finally test her skills in the battlefield. Of course, she wasn’t suicidal so she wouldn’t try it at Windsor Castle or Sarum. The samurai intended to start small by accepting some simple quests. A scouting or pathfinding task would not cut it. She had to practice with a quest that actually required her to use her weapon. Perhaps killing-

“ FIFTY BOARS! “ a lander suddenly said to the girl who was minding her own business, “ You can do it! I know you can! “

She did not even have a say in it. Nope. The lander just pushed her along towards where other adventurers were supposedly waiting and what do you know? The guardian Oxford’s there! The lander stated the quest requirements to the samurai, at which point she just stared at him blankly and tilted her head a little to the side. She then looked at Oxford, then at the lander who smiled so widely that he seemed to be pleased with himself, and then back at Oxford. Caerbannog replied to the lander with a nod just to make him go away, and then she walked over to the guardian.

“ Fifty boars for friendship? “ she asked him, still in disbelief that such a stupid quest existed.

Regardless, boars would do well for target practice. If the objective was anything other than boars, say cute frenmic rabbits or icky dull green slimes, she would have declined vehemently.

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HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	1/10

[Kumori]

	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."
Equipment: Windsor Antiqua Armor-Lv5 Windsor Antiqua Dagger-Lv5	Skills:	Alternate: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives-Lv5

Ryuu was walking towards Windsor, as per his usual route to go relax. Kyuu wasn’t in the guild house to force him to be a part of any experiments. And Jojo wasn’t there to nag him about doing the guild work that he was supposed to do. Oh freedom was sweet. His mini-map was turned off as he was in town. He didn’t really keep track of his friends or guild members when he was in town, because he usually didn’t need to, but that was probably a mistake, but you’ll soon see why. Kyuu said she was doing something secret. She had left the House with several old plushies that were now ragtag and unused. He scratched his head, but he figured that even if he asked, she wouldn’t say anything, especially when she already told him it was a secret. Leaving her to her own devices, he’d wait for her to leave so that he could leave after as well.

The odd man who was attempting to gain the attention of adventurers to take on his quest began waving his arms. Usually, people would wait at the Square to do so, but this man was peculiar, so Ryuu decided to check it out. He listened a man talk to the quest giver. He looked to see who was inquiring about it and noticed it was Oxford from the other day. Oh boy, did that party turn into something he wasn’t sure he remembered all the details to. How drunk did he get? Well who knew? He tapped Oxford. As soon as he turned around, he’d see the unmistakable shape of his little sister in front of him and horror was shown upon his face. Yabai! he exclaimed in his mind. He quickly recovered from his look of horror and smiled at the two. “So… 50 boars, eh? This’ll be interesting… think you guys can keep up?” he asked. He was hoping Kyuu wouldn’t ask him about why he was there and not at the Guild House, but his hope would probably be shattered soon enough. What’d tie this all up into a nice bow was if Jojo appeared right behind him. That would be terrible.

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Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Ragnarok]

Fifty is the goal? I'm going up against three higher leveled players...

    Another day, another adventure. It was the same pretty much every time Ragnarok went to the Windsor fields. Grind until you get bored or scratched up and head back to town before you die and end up being a humiliation to yourself. Luckily for the young Assassin, it never came to that. Ragnarok was skilled in the arts of fighting in the game already, having been able to use Quick Draw effectively in his first battle. After a while, he eventually ended up going into his fights naturally, able to fend off enemies with a calm face, being able to react properly to the situation. All the hard work and training paid off in the end, for it was only his first week in Elder Tale did Ragnarok reach level 11 for his Assassin class; however, it was rough ride no matter what, having only used his beginner equipment from when he first started the game and still the same equipment at that moment. Nonetheless, it felt more like rigorous training, perfecting his skill as he would have to apply more and more to his battles to succeed against the enemy. As of this moment, he was ready to head to the Windsor Greatwood, geared up and ready to go.

    "...The same old thing every day. Killing boars, slimes, and rabbits have started to become old to me. It was fun teaching Haneroze as well. It was nice to have a friend like her, plus she was pretty cute...Maybe some other time for that...Right now, I just have to keep focused on the task at hand. Back to my daily schedule I guess."

    Ragnarok ended up walking into the Londenium Square, ready to head out of the town as he started to hear a small commotion coming from one direction. "Fifty boars! A quest for killing enemies! Fifty boars is the hunt for this one! Come all!" The voice continued to go on and on until Ragnarok had to give it a look. He was going to grind at the Windsor Greatwood anyways, so might as well do the quest for it. As the eager Assassin finally reached the source of the annoying beeping, he saw three other figures standing next to the Person of the Land. As he slowly advanced forward, Ragnarok realized that he had seen these three people before.

    "Wait...Is that Caer...and Oxford? Even Kumori?! What is this quest all about? Is this an event? Do I even know what events are? Well, is this a free quest that's available to all players like in most MMORPGs or...Ahh whatever. Might as well make my introductions to the group and the man. I mean, no point in not seeing what all the commotion is about one quest when the three takers are just standing there."

    The quizzical Assassin made his way to the group and was soon confronted by the strange Person of the Land. He was confused at first with the sudden interest in another Adventurer, wondering why he would be willing to rush up to any Adventurer for such a quest as killing fifty boars, but soon enough, everything was explained through the eyes of the quest-giver.

    "Ahh sir! Would you like to-"

"Participate in your quest for killing fifty boars? I mean, sure, but I have to ask? Why would you just be willing to put up a request like this for Adventurers?"

    "Ahh, well, there's the reward that you get in the end. Plus you all get AP or EXP or whatever you Adventurers mumble to yourselves as you head out to fight mobs."

    "May I ask what is the reward that we get for doing this quest before I actually participate?"

    "Why of course my kind sir. The reward is something that is beyond important. It is the life essence that every being in the universe wants in their life, but sometimes end up failing to achieve. It is the reward of friendship! Through this, you will all compete against each other to see who can kill fifty boars first, and by doing this quest, you all will surely push yourselves to be better than the rest, thus developing a close relationship with one another and becoming friends in the end!"

    "...Seriously? You expect us to create friendships through competition?"

    "Of course. Is there a problem with this?"

    "No problem, whatsoever. Sign me up."

    With that conversation over, Ragnarok walked over to the other three Adventurers, waving hello to them as he chuckled at the idea of friendship through competition. In reality, if two people were to fight to be the best, then they wouldn't really make friends with each other, instead the two would be rivals for a long period of time; however, Ragnarok knew that this was true for some cases, but he knew where the Person of the Land was coming from. Back in the real world, Oswald regularly played fighting games with his friends and enjoyed the time they spent with each other. They learned new things every day about their characters and their patterns, and every day their Yomi improved. They enjoyed playing against each other, and in a way, that experience was applicable to the situation at hand. No matter what, Ragnarok couldn't deny that his friends had given him more than enough to enter this new world on his own.

    "Hey everyone. Apparently, I'll be joining you all on today's quest as another competitor, so no matter what happens out there, I hope you guys do your best and give it your all. Even though I'm weaker than you three in terms of level and experience with Elder Tale itself, that doesn't mean I won't be a wasted opponent. I'm going to try to win, and I refuse to lose even when I'm just about to lose. My resolution is to do this, so let's all just make it a quest we can all support each other and basically have fun, right?"

    Ragnarok gave a calm smile to the three, unafraid of being ridiculed by the veterans. This was his personality, and if he was scared to show it, then what was the point of being one's own person. 

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: The Unofficial After-Party Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Plate Armor Oxford wasn't surpised when Caer had walked up to him to join in on the quest. It was like there was some sort of imaginary rope that kept the two of them together, a rope that couldn't be severed no matter what level of weapon you use. A short while later, the Assassin that Oxford faintly remembered meeting at a party that had gone up and over 11, had shown up. He shook Kumori's hand as he walked up to the two already gathered. "I haven't seen you since that party that may or may not have happened. You haven't been downing any more kegs, have you?" As the three of them exchanged pleasantries and did other social babbling, another member from the party that we dare not speak of showed up. After the other Assassin exchanged words with the Lander about the mission and introducing himself to those already there, Oxford walked up to the NPC. "Alright, I've got friends now. I think four adventurers is more than enough to handle that 'friendship' reward." The Lander clapped his frail hands together, nodding in agreement as he gave a toothy smile. "Excellent, excellent! Now then, if you all are prepared, please follow me." The Lander then began to lead the group towards a square penned-off clearing in the woods, filled to the brim with boars. The area was huge, seemingly prepared just for the purpose of boar hunting. At each corner, a flag post was stuck in the fence, complete with a flag with varying colors red, green, blue, and yellow. The Lander then turned to the group and waved his hand in the air, as if he were casting a spell on the lot. All of a sudden, four icons popped onto Oxford's HUD with a -bip-. The profile pic of each adventurer involved in this quest popped up at the top of the screen, with the numbers '00' next to each icon. The Lander climbed up a tall apparatus, something similar to the chair that a referee sits in when supervising a tennis match. Once reaching the top, he called down to the group beneath him. "Alright, first things first! I'm gonna need each of you to stand in one of the four corners on the field! Once everyone's in position, I'll explain the rules needed for this quest!" Looking down at the green shirt beneath his armor, Oxford pulled up the equip menu and gave himself his sword and tower shield. "Dibs on the green spot!" Oxford hopped over the fence and ran to the darkspot in the top left corner, not paying attention to the fact that none of the boars were acting aggressive at the moment. The red, blue, and yellow spots were left for the other adventurers to fight over claim. Words: 465 OOC Notes: I'll be preparing a score box and a diagram of the field so you have a better view of the layout. Tags: @dindeen Kumori Ragnarok

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Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Nótthrafn

The bow-wielding samurai thought that it was a joke of some sort... was it April? But Oxford seemed serious about the whole matter and the lander kept recruiting people too. And of all the people that could be invited by that person of the land, he chose another guild member of Aeryn. Nope, not just a member, but the guild leader Kumori. The wolf-hair would rather be humiliated in front of a group of strangers than someone who could tease her about it forever. But no no no- fate was not going to let her get away with it that day. Tough luck.

Caerbannog tried to avoid eye contact with Kumori and thought about slipping away from the party before the quest started. But hey, the lander dragged another person in! Although she knew that guy’s face from some days back- memory’s hazy so she wasn’t sure - at least he wasn’t a member of their guild Aeryn. He wasn’t... right? The guy then dropped a small wall of text on the group and all Caerbannog could do was to nod at ‘have fun’. In his defense, he didn’t sound annoying. But Kumori did. Oh-ho. With just one sentence he managed to piss her off. Keep up, he said.

If the RPC was the sannin Yukari, she would have punched the assassin’s lights out or dropped her titanic summon on him. But it happened in a place where no cross-overs were allowed, so Caerbannog had to deal with her ‘brother’ as herself; the passive-but-quickly-getting-tired-of-being-pushed-around samurai. The wolf-hair readied her bow while she continued to ignore Kumori for the most part. For one, she’d like to pretend that the quest never happened if she botched her archery practice against bacon. Second reason was that he came off as arrogant - again, and she’d rather not be associated too closely with him in case the other two wanted to beat him up. He was close to her, yeah, more so than any other adventurer in Elder Tale, but the guy was a jerk sometimes and probably could be taught a lesson or two. Not that she’d beat him up herself, and not that she’d help anyone who did- Kyuu could probably ignore his screams and give him some pancakes for recovery after a brutal beating.

Those thoughts aside, Caerbannog followed the lander to the makeshift arena for the quest. She went over to the red flag and readied her bow. Four hundred words in and still there came not a peep from the samurai, surely the other party members could see how serious she was. She just nodded at the other guys, except for Baka-Ryuu, and then at the lander. The samurai was ready whenever, but of course she would not risk a false start. Caerbannog pulled out an arrow but she was not in her proper stance yet; her bowstring remained slack, not drawn.

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Word Count: 480	Tags: @dindeen @0x1dea Kumori Ragnarok

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	3/10

[Kumori]

	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."
Equipment: - Cuirass of Shadows -Windsor Antiqua Dagger -Windsor Antiqua Dagger	Skills:	Quick Slot: -Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

“No, no more kegs… I’ve had enough of alcohol for quite a while,” he said, trying to forget what he could of that night. It seemed that Ragnarok was about to join in on the fun. Well, there was always room for more people to join in on the friendly competition of fighting. That was when the rules were said to them… well part of it at least. He moved towards the blue flag, because he was never really fond of the color yellow. He would have chosen green, but that was already taken by Oxford. He moved quietly towards his post and awaited further instructions. He didn’t draw his weapons, as he didn’t want to break any rules. He simply stood where he was told to and waited for the boars to appear and to slaughter them to the very end. The highest level they could be was level 5, which meant one shot, one kill should be enough. Unfortunately for him, the only DPS skill he had was Accel Dance which would speed him up. It didn’t last long, but it’d be useful. Another thing is his new skill of Congregating Arc. Since he could use that with his throwing knives, they’d be useful to take out several boars as well.

He looked at Kyuu, but she was trying to avoid him. He scratched his head, wondering why, but alas, he was dense about his actions, and so he didn’t know why she was acting that way. Was it something I said? he wondered, trying to think back, but nothing of note came to mind. He shrugged, but would ask her later about it.

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Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Ragnarok]

An arena for fighters. It was time to pull out all the stops.

    The scenery was soon coming to a close. The Person of the Land told Ragnarok that this was going to be a competition where the goal was to be the first to successfully kill fifty boars. The conversation between the four lasted for minutes, each of them giving their own part of the conjoined small talk. To him, Ragnarok had remembered each of their faces from their festivity at The King's Throne, as well as their personalities. The young Assassin chuckled under his breath throughout the conversation, noticing the interesting points in them once more: Oxford's cool seriousness, Caer's strange thinking, and Kumori's morals of being a hero. Kumori had been one of the first people Ragnarok had met, and although his morals were ethnically right, Ragnarok was mixed on his opinion of the fellow Assassin. From what Ragnarok had seen of Kumori, he was a cocky person, but their morals were alike in more ways than one.

    "Well, during this competition, we'll all be pitted against one another in terms of PvE. In terms of experience with Elder Tale, the three of them have the advantage over me, but in terms of gaming in general, I probably have the most experience. All those years of gaming will not go to waste. Well, that is if the systems are still the same in most manners. Plus this body is stronger than the one in real life. It feels more...natural to maneuver in different ways. The rest of them must feel the same, so this won't be easy. Hopefully, I'll get an easy start on my part."

    Amidst Ragnarok's contemplating, the Person of the Land had returned to the group with a joyful look. "Excellent, excellent! Now then, if you all are prepared, please follow me." It was time to start the quest the four of them were given. With a strategic look on his face, Ragnarok followed the quest-giver, given that he was at the back of the group as to not ruin any amount of friendship that lied amongst him and the other four. The quest was to be one that brought them all together, rather than cause any problems between them; however, he could see Caer's face said something entirely different.

Ragnarok could tell that there was some beef between her and Kumori, possibly due to Kumori's nature. Ragnarok had faced it himself in his first fight when he had appeared; Kumori had been bathed in arrogance when they first met. Even now, the lower-leveled Assassin felt some kind of dislike towards the experienced Assassin. Kumori had tailored Ragnarok's new armor, had helped him on his first battle, and yet, this Assassin felt a form of hatred towards the other.

    "Kumori...What do you really want? Every time I see you, you act either like a hero or some arrogant guy. I don't understand you...Will your actions in combat today show your true self? Or will you simply cloud my thoughts even more?"

    Ragnarok sighed, confused at the strangeness of Kumori's attitude; nonetheless, there was a goal be finished here, and the four of them couldn't let their own personal feelings get in the way, at least, that was what Ragnarok thought. When the four of them reached their destination at the Person of the land's behest, they could all see a large square pen that was filled to the brim with several boars. This spot was going to be their quest area, and maybe even their death if the four weren't careful. Unbeknownst to the Assassin, the Person of the Land had climbed what appeared to be some kind of referee's stand, ready to hold a match between two forces.

    "Alright, first things first! I'm gonna need each of you to stand in one of the four corners on the field! Once everyone's in position, I'll explain the rules to for this quest!"

    The orders were given and Ragnarok observed the square pen in its wider area, noticing that each of the four corners had one of four flags: red, blue, yellow, and green. Before he could react and get to his favored color, green, Oxford had immediately charged like the Guardian he was towards it. His eyes were then set on the blue, but much to his sadness, Kumori had already taken his position. The last one was red, but his disappointment increased, as Caer had her spot secured. The only flag that remained was yellow, the color that reminded him the most of weakness. He sighed and calmly walked to it, hopping over the pen's fence, and taking his position with his left hand placed on his katana's sheath, awaiting orders from the referee.

    "Alright then. What are the rules? I'm pretty sure we're all dying to find out."

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Rule #1 - There are no Rules Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Plate Armor Oxford looked at the other participants, seeing which color everyone decided to take. Caer took the red spot, which wasn't surprising since everything she owned was either red or black. Kumori claimed the blue spot, leaving the other Assassin with the square of yellow. (I'm sure the same rules that apply to yellow snow also apply to yellow grass...) His thought was broken off by the yelling of the Lander from the top. "Okay! Let's start with the rules!" He paused for a second, making sure everyone had heard him. "First! This game will be played in rounds! Each round will contain 50 boars for you to hunt! Each round ends when either all the boars are destroyed or someone reaches 50 points!" His voice echoed around the area as he barked out the rules. "Second! Once you've gotten 50 points, you must capture an two of your opponents' flags! Neither you or your opponents are allowed to attack each other directly, but you may use whatever indirect means necessary to stop them!" He took a deep breath before yelling the third rule, his voice getting tired from all the yelling. The Lander should have invested in a megaphone or something. "And third! You can either accomplish it alone or pair up with someone! If you pair up, your points will combine, but you'll have to get 75 points to win!" The Lander clapped his hands as he finished explaining the rules. "Now then, is there anybody wanting to team up with another player?" Oxford looked between his options. His eyes immediately went to Caer, but then he realized that teaming up with her would provide an unfair advantage. She was powerful enough already, and Oxford wasn't too shabby himself, so if they were fast enough, the two of them could've cleaned up in the first round. Ragnarok looked like he could handle a fight, but the Guardian didn't really know him or his fighting style. Then he looked at the other contender across from him, the long-haired one. Both he and Kumori weren't too far from each other in terms of levels, and the balance of a Tank and a DPS would prove to be effective in this contest. Knowing who he would pick, Oxford pointed at Kumori, then back at himself. He hoped the keg-downer would be able to pick up on the gesture of pairing up for this odd quest. Words: 403 OOC Notes: -- Tags: @dindeen Kumori Ragnarok

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Equipped: Pitch-black Yukata | Nótthrafn

Her arms still relaxed and her attention on the lander, Caerbannog listened carefully to the rules. To her relief, they sounded simple enough. There will be multiple rounds with fifty boars each, of course to be divided amongst them unless someone somehow would managed to hit multiple targets with one strike. Like maybe a samurai with a bow and a vacuum wave attack. Who knows.

As for the second rule thing, it seemed that scoring fifty points was not enough. Why was the thread entitled ‘First to Fifty’ then? Who knows. They had to capture flags. And that part started to make the samurai worry. She was never any good at those kinds of games, particularly because she always got run over by some bigger kids. Would it end up the same in Elder Tale? Who knows.

The lander then said something about teaming or some other. Kumori was a big NO. She wanted to 1-up him after all. The only choices were Oxford and blondie. She looked at the guardian but he already chose the other lady. Too bad. The samurai then looked at Ragna. Stranger danger. LOLNOPE. What was it that the lander said again?

[ You can either accomplish it alone or pair up with someone! ]

At that, Caerbannog put down her bow on the ground and then she straightened up, put both of her arms in front of herself and formed a cross sign that the lander could clearly see. She looked at the man dead straight in the eyes, all serious and shit. Team-up idea rejected. Alone please. Once the message was clearly understood, the samurai picked up her bow again and this time, she simply held it down her left side. She already knew what she had to do, especially with the [ you may use whatever indirect means necessary to stop them! ] part.

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Word Count: 310	Tags: @dindeen @0x1dea Kumori Ragnarok

HP	100%
MP	100%
Exp	3/10

[Kumori]

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Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 Skills: Tags:

: Word Count : 0501 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Ryuu looked around at everyone and listened to the words of the Lander who was explaining the rules to them. Pairs eh? Well, it would’ve been interesting, and he really would’ve liked to pair up with Caerbannog but the Guardian had already chosen him. He then looked at the samurai who had crossed her arms to deny herself of trying to make a team with anyone. Ryuu looked at Oxford and then the samurai and sighed loudly so that Oxford could hear. “My apologies, friend, but Caerbannog wants to do this alone, and as her friend, I cannot win by pairing up with someone. However, you do interest me, your willingness to pair with me. We should talk after this quest of ours,” he said to him. While out of character, the two writers want Oxford to join, Kumori’s author decided that Kumori had pride at this point, so in order to allow for Oxford to join, he made it so that Kumori was still interested in Oxford and he’d be watching his every step and movement. How close he came to beating the two, how he used his tactics, all of that were ways would soon tell Kumori of his skill. “Sir, I have a question about the attacking near the end… Are we still allowed to use the skills on people? Skills that may stop or slow down the other players? So long as I don’t do damage to them or use any skills that damage them, I should be okay, right?” he asked, trying to clarify the rules a bit more. If it was true that he could use his skills, he knew exactly what he could do to make life more difficult for his fellow questers. He had two mobility stopping skills. Shadow Bind and Shadow Wire. Both were useful on their own, but in combination of the two, he had quite a decent advantage. The good thing was the Ryuu could also use his Quick Draw on boars to get closer to the flags of other players. Now all he needed to do was concentrate on the boars. He was a DPS burst specialist, so he felt he was somewhat favored against the tanks. The other assassin, however, was low in level. If he was smart, he’d be able to, but with these boars, a single strike would kill them outright, but he had to make sure that if he left his post, he could go and steal flags from other people as well. His best defense was his offense, and so he would have to go quick and go fast. If he could take out 50 boars by himself before anyone else, he’d be in a good position. It was time to show what Assassins were made of. Because this was a speed run, he removed both of his blades from their scabbards. “I’m ready,” he said raising his right hand to signal the person of the land. I’m ready to whip all your asses. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Ragnarok]

Yellow represents cowardice, but this one would fight on his own.

    Nothing to do other than relax while the rest of the rules were being explained. Ragnarok acted on the moment, leaning back on his flag, with his arms on the sides of the fence, wondering what else could be given to make this quest even more interesting; however, new details were brought in, catching the younger Assassin's eye. The rules were simple and short: the game was to be played in rounds, and each round's goal was to eliminate fifty boars, simple as always; however, if all boars were killed, the round would end automatically, even if someone hadn't reached fifty. The quest's game was simple, nothing too hard, nothing too bad, but then a new goal was added in to make it harder: any player that reaches a score of fifty kills, they must then seize the flags of any two of the opposing players, but any direct contact lied in the area of disqualification; nonetheless, indirect action was deemed appropriate for combat. Once the game's goals were explained, yet another thing was introduced: teamwork. A player could team up with another, but they would have to kill 75 boars, instead of the normal fifty. It was at this call that Ragnarok looked to the distant other three for a reply.

    "Hmm...So, we have to kill fifty boars on our own, then obtain the flags of two other players, but we can also team up with another player, beating 75 boars and obtaining the flags of two other players if I'm right here. Shouldn't be too hard on my own, but it'd be nice if I can get some help from one of the others. Let's see though who we have."

    Finishing his thoughts in rushed manner, Ragnarok surveyed the situation, wondering if any of the three other players would be willing to team up with him; however, the situation of teamwork for this Assassin were bleak. Oxford had shrugged off Caer and Ragnarok, in favor of the assumed more-suited Kumori; Caer immediately had this strange look on her face when she brought her attention to Ragnarok, as if saying that there would be no way in hell that she would partner up with a stranger; and Kumori, much to Ragnarok's surprise, had turned down Oxford's favor of partnership. This meant that everyone would be going up against one another, and everything would be similar to an even playing-field. All Ragnarok could hope was that he would get lucky and get a good kill-count at the start and keep the momentum going.

    "No partners in this round apparently. It's a total free-for-all between Oxford, Caer, Kumori, and me. I just have to focus in the battle, or else I'll end up falling far behind. I'm still using the Starter Katana from when I first joined the game, and even though I'm higher-leveled, it'll still be a pain to go from one to another without the constant usage of my skills...Okay, just keep calm. You can do it Ragna. You got this."

    The boy exhaled softly under his breath, removing his arms from the fence with a distraught air revolving around him. He had to concentrate on the battle at hand if he was going to win any of the rounds in this quest/game. Ragnarok gently placed his left-hand on the Saya's part of the Tsuba, ready for the start of the quest's game's round to begin. His other hand went up to signal the Person of the Land who had been watching over all of their reactions.

    "Alright! I'm good on my own!"

WC: 605

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STATUS

A FRUITLESS ENDEAVOR

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 157 Tags: @dindeen Kumori Ragnarok Notes: Well, that was a bust. Exit post.

Oxford let out a sigh as he heard Kumori's reply. It was fair in reason, and he understood it. Bonds between friends should be treasured, not treated as some sort of trinket that could easily be replaced by another. And yet, here he was. Competing in a competition that was supposed to encourage teamwork and friendship, yet everyone was fighting alone. He sheathed his sword and slung his shield across his back, hopping over the fence once he tucked away his equipment. Looking behind him, he voiced his reason to the Lander. "Sorry, but I just don't see how this competition is designed to bring about comradery. If anything, this quest discourages bonding instead of deepening already existing ones." He gave a wave as he walked back to London, hoping that if anyone else remained to participate in the Lander's weird game, they would somehow discover whatever mysterious magical force it was that glued their comrades together.

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