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StatusPanicking! OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Mab Johan Musashi Savill Flower Grove. A beautiful scenery once before, but no adventurer could remember such a thing. All they knew was that after the Catastrophe, the Flower Grove was already an overgrown yard beyond the Windsor Castle walls. Landers took the time to tend to whatever lovely plants and flowering things were left, but most of the grove was still either dead or too riddled with weeds and such. Moreover, dangerous creatures lurked behind each and every shrub. Devoid of trees, one would think the grove a safe place for no beast could hide beneath such low vegetation, but alas, rabbits, boars, slimes and weasels could just as easily lurk on vertically-challenged bushes. Speaking of the vertically-challenged, one such adventurer ran across the fields. A silver-furred creature ran away with her, and behind them, there was a whole army of- “SLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMES!” Caerbannog screamed, “LEAVE ME ALONE!” It was right around midday at that point and the landers were busily tending to their potted herbs and flowering plants. They saw the samurai who was already a familiar face. Her level was sufficient enough to deal with all dull green slimes which followed her around, so they thought unnecessary to help her. Behind the samurai dressed up like a schoolgirl, there ran her enemic buster Hyzenthlay which waved her club about. Curiously, a dull green slime was also attached to said club and was waved around with the weapon. What exactly transpired earlier that day? Who knows. Presently, an army of ten dull green slimes chased the wolf-hair, whose eyes had turned golden and whose wolf ears and tail had appeared, around the flower grove. “They’re icky! Icky! I don’t like slimes!” shrieked the rabbit Hyzen in Lapine. “I don’t like them either! UWAAAAA!” the samurai cried using [Tongue of Nature] so that she could speak to her pet. Caerbannog pulled up her interface. She could not lose the slimes for the followed her around, and the thick undergrowth stopped her from running too far ahead. Furthermore, she was panicking, and nothing really makes sense anymore once panic sets in. So instead of using [Call of Home] to get back to Londinium, she used [Telepathy] to call up her brother Kumori and the dwarf Tobin. The same message was yelled to them. “TASUKETE!!! Sliiiiiiiiiiiiimes in the Flower Grove!” she screamed into their heads. The samurai continued to run around in circles under the hot midday sun. Aside from panic, perhaps the heat was getting to her head as well. It was quite a sight and the landers took to watching her scream and run with a mob train of dull green slimes behind her. But eventually her running around made it worse, for more slimes soon joined the army. The only thing that Caerbannog thought to check on was her pet who thankfully could keep up with the tamer. “UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the elite rabbit Hyzenthlay shrieked as it tried to stay ahead of the icky army comprised of Levels 1 to 5 dull green slimes. WC: 500 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Mab]

Mab had no real reason to be where she was now, except for training. And though she was told it was extremely stupid to go training alone on her level, no one wanted to join her. If she asked someone to come and train with her they usually muttered something unintelligible and scurried off looking to be in a hurry. This did in no way shape or form bother the girl one tiny bit. If people where afraid then they should not come along. That being said, it was rather weird to navigate the lands all on her own. Her skill that allowed her to sense creepy crawlers from somewhat of a distance helped her to stay clear of any unfortunate encounters. Merrily striding along Mab sure did enjoy the scenery. The nature here was wild and overgrown but to her eyes still very beautiful.

The bright yellow shirt Mab wore today had a sunflower painted on its front. Together with pale green pants to offset the yellow was her cloth attire for today. Her red boots paired with a red floppy sun hat finished the girls ensemble. Truly blinding to the eyes. Though not particularly stunning. As the girl had no intention to get into any sort of fight she figured it would be fine. As it was nearing noon it was about time the girl would have lunch. Mab grabbed her backpack to see what foodstuffs she had brought along today. Mab was a girl who liked food, but most of the food here was just inedible. It tasted like paper. No the girl had yet to meet a cook who made the real nice stuff. So for the foreseeable future the girl would not eat from the food stalls. Instead she ate fruit. Her face was not looking particularly happy about that, because she missed the taste of a good hamburger every time she had lunch or dinner for that fact.

Just about when she was ready to get a bite from a purple fruit looking mostly like an apple, save for the colour, she got somewhat distracted. A yell from somewhere “Sliiiiimes!” followed by “Leave me alone!!” Mab’s attention was immediately grabbed. Almost forgetting her apple the girl started to make her way to the origin of these screams. “I wonder what is going on?” The first level druid spoke to no-one in particular.

The sight from a distance surely was a spectacle to behold. There was this tiny human girl flailing around while being followed by an army of slimes. Mab usually really did not mind the creatures that inhabited this world. However slimes where an exception. Slimes where icky and smelly and icky and nasty and icky.... Well in truth, this cycle of loathing could coninue for sometime if uninterrupted. The trouble was that it seemed as if the running girl was heading towards Mab. “This could be bad...” The girl thought, while taking a bite from her apple. Mab started looking for somewhere to hide or run too, in case her guess that the flailing girl running her way was right.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: LEEERRRROO.... I hope Mab isn't in the path of this train. XD)

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It was a beautiful British day, the weather was overcast, the sky a beautiful hint of bed sheet grey that cast a distinctive dull grey across the landscape. Ah who is this writer trying to kid, the day wasn't beautiful at all, which was a contrast to the the beautiful, green overgrown tanglement that contained thorns and other clingy greenery. That being said it wasn’t all horrible things, as the trees remained ever beautiful and with a reduced interference from the bipedal monkeys that were man, the wilderness had grown thick natural forests of flowers, blue bells, yellow lilies, white lilies and other exotic wildlife that lurked under the bushes. Just unfortunately the wildlife had taken the opportunity afforded by the downfall of man to become considerably more hostile.

What could one say? Living in Britain was very much an acquired taste that would likely bewilder any from more exotic countries, but for the dwarf whom had used iron body to carve a square shaped entrance through the natural foliage, his spirits were dampened by glum foul weather as he kicked off the foul weeds that clung to his boots as he craved the most direct route to the Caer waypoint on his map. He had been grinding a small collecting quest for exp at the time thus had been relatively close by, though he was still nursing a intense migraine from the scream that had shattered his inner peace.

“I wou’d hav’ thought she be able to take a few slimes by now. Lass is too loud” He mumbled he paused, a eyebrow raised his pale blue scanned through the foliage and obtained sight of his quarry and, after taking the moment to disable his encumbersome iron body skill he vaulted into a tree ahead of her path of travel and lay in weight, before erupting into a roar as he ignited his leg in crimson flame and dived out of the tree short over the girl like a 8-bit thunderbolt, colliding with the forerunner of the slime and exploding it with a singular epic kick.

“BIGGGGGGGGG IISSSSSSUUUEEEEEEEEE” Tobin flicked his head back to glance at the vertically challenged Samuari as he cast a playful wink, before he turned back to face the threat with a firm punch through another of the creatures. “I didn’t think big gurl’s lika yaself are still afraid of boogymen, turn around and let’s carve a path through dis sea of… green”

Perhaps it was only at this point that the dwarf actually had a clear view of the numbers of bouncing, sloppy slimes that stretched like a sea of puss, some of the creatures had things in them that they were still digesting like rabbits, squirrels and other mobs unfortunate enough to fall behind the slime train. The dwarf then blankly glanced at the slime on his arm that proceeded to wrap around his extremity, a burning sensation kicked in it wrapped around his arm like a really slimily wizards sleeve. A noble creature would have offered his life to save the lass from the 101 slimes that converged on his position…

“Nope.”

Thus Tobin started to run after the lass screaming, lugging around around the thick gob of slime at arm’s length towards to the samurai he bolted it after them, surprisingly at a speed faster than either the Samurai or her pet as he calmly shouted over to her.

“JAHOVA BE MAH WITNESS LASS! Why the feck did you gather this many slimes in the first place! OH JESUS IT’S EATING ME CUT IT OFF CUT IT OFF WHY DO WE KEEP MEETING LIKE THIS WHATDIDIDOTODESERVETHIS!”

Hopefully she got the intent behind his statement properly and didn’t cut off his entire arm. That was his punching arm after all.

[Johan]

OOc:Thats what I get for leaving a window open while at work now I had to edit.?Doh!
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A nice shady spot in a nice quiet over grown garden. This looked like a good place. The scenery while over grown had its on unique charm to it. To Johan tho it was the perfect place...The perfect place for a manly afternoon nap. Yes a nap. Johan's eyes didn't even really feel that heavy but the suns warmth coupled with the early morning hours spent surveying for a suitable spot for his work did indeed call for some laziness. To be manly of course one needs to do manly things. Afternoon naps were such things of course all of the manliest of characters often would partake in such activities. Usually after some some abnormally large meal that would make an average persons stomach explode many times over. Even if lacking the abnormally large meal the mornings activities warranted such an event. So the manly man hit the clasps on his breast plate and shoulder guards and sloughed the armor off. Then off came the black pull over shirt, this was neatly folded and placed on top of the armor to make a sturdy if not so soft pillow. With out even bothering to mat the tall grass around him down Johan laid down pulled a piece of tall grass out and put it in his teeth.

" Ah some relaxation time."

He laid looking at the few clouds up in the sky and began imagining shapes in the clouds. As his mind continued to wander about it noticed something odd it was the fact the he really didn't feel tired. The thought of an afternoon nap though while he could get one lingered. He new eventually something would happen to strip this thing of manliness out of his grasp. Thats just the kinda luck his family had for most things. Soon his mind returned to important things, being able to be of some use somewhere and getting to do some real work.

"I know maybe I'll count....." This thought was interrupted and completed by the shout of a voice that was not his own. "SLIIIIIMMMMMMEESS!!" The rustle of grass from hasty movement through it didn't seem to bother the stocky guardian whom just muttered aloud. "Yes I'll count slimes." At that moment what seemed like a herd of them passed into his peripheral vision. Sitting strait up in the grass revealing the manly mans unclothed upper half. Now in his vision that suddenly looked as though it were a film in the theater containing a famous actor being chased by some form of unfriendly natives. He saw a fun sized female, some greyish silvery thing and a large wall of slimes chasing after her. " Well there goes that family luck again."

Then some pretty crazy hi resolution effects seemed to happen as well with some more witty rhetoric that while it sounded pretty damn manly was followed by the vision of a dwarf now following suit in their strategic withdrawal of the premises. Johan could have used the word retreat back there but thought instead of showing him the error in his manliness he would show true manliness by example! Not even a second was lost when Johan's manliness went into over drive. Without even bothering with his armor he grabbed his sword in both hands and charged at the hoard mass of mutated gelatine shots that where chasing after the girl. His skill list was opened and as soon as he would attempt to use the only skill he could at the moment. As soon as the cast time for mocking shout passed he would shout. "You Heard The little lady!NOW BACK OFF!" It was the man's hope to get the largest one he could target the skill on and maybe draw some of them his way. The thoughts of what he was going to do after such a thing hadn't even made it to his subconscious yet. Not that it really mattered for the hour of manliness was upon them and that was all that he needed to know.

[Kumori]

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Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 | Nectar Scabbard Skills: Congregating Arc | Shadow Bind Tags:

: Word Count : 0473 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

The voice. The Japanese. It was unmistakable who it was who was calling him. Especially with the words “SLIIIIIMES!” in a fearful voice, it was none other than his little sister, Kyuu, whom was running away from slimes. Well at least, that’s what it sounded like when he was telepathically contacted by the samurai. It was quite sad that a level 81 Samurai was running around, away from level 1 to level 5 slimes. It never made sense to him, but Ryuu assumed that it had something to do with its squishiness and its weird feel when it attacked someone. He was somewhat close by her position. He was walking around, taking in the scene of the area around the Flower Gardens. While the disturbed peace was warranted, he was somewhat sad and annoyed that he was being called to save Kyuu from the terror of slimes. The surroundings had gone from beautiful flower gardens full of vibrant colors and live plants were soon replaced by dead shrubbery and depressing tannish brown plants that were all around the slime hunting grounds. Well, there were too many slimes for one man to deal with quickly and efficiently, and Tobin wasn’t doing a very good job of stopping the slimes… instead he got caught in them. Welp, this was going to be an interesting morning. What were there, 10 slimes? 20? Did it matter? Not really. He stood in the center of it all, watching the slimes chase the samurai and her rabbit and then sat down at that spot and sighed. “This is entertaining… maybe I should watch this for a little longer,” he mused. He watched as the samurai, the monk, and the slimes began running in circles with the bunny running with them as well. After several more seconds of watching the theatrics he thought it was about time to lend a helping hand. He could probably feel the glare that was beaming towards him. He watched as a level 1 guardian attempted to do what he could to the slimes, to keep it away from the samurai. Watching for a little longer before the slimes decided to run around him, he stood once more, knowing he had made Kyuu suffer enough to get her over her fear… well hopefully eventually. It was a good thing that the slimes were grouped up, or else this probably wouldn’t have worked. “Guardian… I suggest you step back… Tobin, you too,” he said, trying to keep them out of the danger zone. He threw up a single dagger activating Congregating Arc and Shadow Bind together in order capture all of the slimes together in a bind that would disallow any more movement. He removed both of his daggers from their sheathes and looked at the monk and the guardian. “Let’s destroy these suckers, shall we?” Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

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StatusPanicking still! OOC NotesJust post when you can, Musashi Tags@dindeen Mab Johan Kumori Tobin The samurai ran around screaming ‘kyaaaa~!’ with no particular destination. She just wanted to get the slimes off of her but her running just made it worse. Hyzen did not want to touch the damn things either, so both the rabbit and the tamer were out of commission. The pretty blonde girl up ahead was a lovely distraction but that was only momentary. Captivated by the faerie-like appearance of the adventuring girl who turned out to be a druid who was the exact opposite of Scoria, Caerbannog was unable to direct the slime train away and she almost ran into the girl. The samurai managed to step over to her right side so that she would not bulldoze the lower-leveled adventurer, but the slime train would still overrun the blonde beauty if she did not move away. Suddenly, a hero arrived! It was Super Dwarf! Or not. The valiant attempt at helping Caerbannog was sealed with distress as the slimes attempted to digest the half-ling. Hyzenthlay, who remembered him to be the one who took her club away, jumped on the dwarf’s face, punched his forehead and kicked off of his nose just for good measure. She also rubbed her club against his shirt as she sped off so that the slime that was attached to her weapon clung to the dwarf’s clothes. A guardian, the tankiest of tanks, then appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Or did the samurai just miss his entrance? In any case, he was also not quite equipped to help her so there was a bit of worry in Caerbannog’s mind. Just a bit though. Turn around to help the guardian who would most probably die without her help, or continue to run away from the slime train? The answer was obvious, of course, and Hyzen didn’t care about the guardian either. Poor guy, only some divine intervention would help him at that point. On the sidelines, a familiar figure sat down and watched the scene. Kyuu glanced over at that direction and was terribly disappointed that Ryuu just sat his fat bottom down on the ground while she was obviously distressed. Oho, he was so dead. He was so dead once the wolf-hair shook off the slimes. She would wreck his face so badly that it would remain wrecked once he respawned at the cathedral. Oh wait, he did help out eventually. The slimes were soon bound and ready to be picked off by the adventurers, but instead of turning towards them, Caerbannog headed towards the blonde druid and ducked behind the lower-leveled adventurer. No way she was touching those slimes! WC: 435 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Mab]

The situation worsened. Several people had jumped in to help the teeny tiny little girl. However to help one should have the skill set to help out. Dying did not really help anyone now did it? Or so the girl felt. Mab was not under the impression she could actually do much against these foes, well not against their sheer numbers at least. This did not matter much because it became clear that people where already needing her assistance in a different field. Just as Mab was about to help out the dwarf, Cearbannog the teeny tiny itty bitty girl came running past..... followed suit by a horde of angry looking slimes and a dwarf that seemed to follow the girl around.

Mab had two choices. She could run after them and see what happened next. Or she could get out of the way, maybe even climb a tree. Well alright there was the third option, getting overrun by slimes..... That did not seem like a prudent choice so Mab dismissed it as a valid option. Her choice was that of convenience.... She got the hell out of the way. Moving in away from both the army of squishy things and Cearbannog and the dwarf. This gave Mab the opportunity she needed.

“Heartbeat healing”

The girl called out as she targeted the dwarf that seemed to be in the poorest state. Somehow it did not seem like the slimes were responsible for that. She failed her spot check while moving away from them, thus the beating he got from the Samurai. Slowly the dwarf should be surrounded by sparkling green light as his life force slowly returned to him over the next few seconds. It wasn’t much but maybe it would keep him alive for now. Mab had decided to heal the guy without giving it much thought or even warning him.

“Oi.... Why was the teeny tiny girl coming back?” Mab wondered when she noticed Cearbannog heading back her way. The Samurai looked quite accomplished, so why would she run back?” Mab stared with large sparkling eyes at the Samurai.... “My saviour!” off course she would be saved by the tiny protector. Would this be far from the truth.... very likely but hey so what if Mab was a little delusional. More so when it became quite clear that the tiny Samurai had every intention of hiding behind Mab. That was not to be seen as a protective move. One slime came way to close for Mabs liking. She swung her staff at the thing. “eeeeh!” She called out as she struck one of the first level slimes with her beginners staff.....

The effect was shocking. As a true adventuring hero the girl struck the nasty creature in front of her. Unafraid, well shaking in her boots, the druid felt her staff connect to the foul being of evilness. A firm hit. Mab was elated. She looked at Cearbannog.... “It hit!” Mab said smiling broadly at Cearbannog. Proudly holding the staff up in victory. What she had not noticed was that the staff was in two distinct different pieces. Not really much of a staff at all really. Mab had broken her beginner staff but the slime looked heavily wounded as it wobbled in front of her. However the slimy thing was about to attack back. Slowly Mab backed away from the creature, barely avoiding the attack. Mab hoped that the samurai would back away with her. In a show of defiance Mab threw one of the pieces of the staff towards the creature, missing it completely.

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Tags: @dindeen Tobin Johan  Musashi 

[Tobin]

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In a blinding flurry the rabbit had flung itself at his face, stopped his movement dead and wiped even more comforting embraces around the dwarf’s body. By now the Tobins’s –Iron Body – had minimised the damage he was taking but underneath his fixed features the dwarf glared daggers at the mammal. Despite the taming doing a favour for the Samurai, he positively hated the rodent given cuteness incarnate.

Thoughts of additional “training” sessions with the rabbit were quashed when a manly sight passed out of the corner of his eye, which took away the pain of his wounds even before they healed. A lone guardian, clad in only a beginners gear and a winning smile stood faced the sea of green. His shield? A majestic, perfectly crafted beard that brought out the masculine structure of his face as he stared into the face of danger and called all the creatures to him. From this majestic sight the dwarf felt the trembling in his heart stop; all these wounds were flesh! The dwarf turned around to face his foe’s, casting a stoic nod in acknowledgement to the newbie druid in thanks as he punched his fists together to smite off one of the minor intrusions as he strode forward, fists dripping in goo.

“Buddy, stand aside, ya beard is too noble to die like this” He spoke firmly, his eyes glistened with a bro pride that only true men could understand and with a glistening body he stood ready, only for Komura to stop the entire horde single handily, the smile crossed his lips. From what little he had seen of the guild leader thus far the rather serious stoic fellow knew how to make an entrance.

-That shadow ability is rather OP though- he shrugged as his foot ignited in a crimson aura, his grin expanded as he spoke gently.

“Get back, for today’s forecast….” With that the monk pounced up and the blazing dwarf disappeared into the mosh pit, where the green sea of slimes parted with the divine intervention of the kick, eventually the sheer volume of slimes stopped him, the dwarf shivered at the burning sensation that enveloped his lower body though he smiled, raising a trembling fist up in the air as the dark cloud of emotion started rise from within, a fist that soon after become enveloped in a golden orange flame that soon consumed his arm as he initiated the –Tiger Echo Fist-.

“IS RAIN!”

As not to overuse the joke of this move he drove his fist into the liquid, the sheer pressure of his fist pushed aside the slime before he struck deep against the firm, unyielding ground. The blow was rewarded with an eruption of goo that erupted in every direction, while many of the weaker slime were shattered into a fine shower of acidic goo, others were hurled practically whole in all directions though likely not that far from the origin of impact. It was unknown exactly how many there were there, since that detail seemed to fluctuate post to post, but through the dilated eyes the numbers mattered little, Tobin was a passionate individual in all things, and a deep rage had gripped his heart as his short fuse was tripped.

“Bring, me THAT ASS! “

The dwarf thundered into where the fight was thickest, throwing out a barrage of coordinated punches as he danced plunged into the fray, the first few fell easily to the dwarfs, having already been crippled by shockwave, but he soon start to encounter the batch that had better endured his attacks that resulted in him adding kicks at the shapeless masses. The dwarf had no other weapons for this tactical situation, so he didn’t bother to use special moves. Two sounds stood out in that mayhem, the constant frapping noise with the blunt trauma from every attack and the laughter erupting from the dwarf. Soon blood was mixed into the slime dripping off his frame and the increasing sluggishness of his arms evaded his attention, though the numbers of his foe did not.

“Come on, I’ll tak’ each and every one of ya! Wet dreams will not stop me!”

Just like his author, completely full of crap. He would likely never play a timid character again, for such characters were destined to remain at the bottom of the social teir. No longer! For Tobin was the last of all dwarfs, the avatar of what they could have been! Needless to say they probably would have approved of the mayhem he caused.

Though he largely left the level 1’s to their own devices, after all he wasn’t strong enough to defend the others while sticking it to the formless foe formulated from blue dreams, however the aggro had shifted from the guardian to himself and though there was a very real risk of anyone being hit by the UFS (Universal Flying Slimes), those that attacked the slimes hit by nova would find it would take little effort to dispatch them. Thus it was hoped that they would be capable of fending for themselves.

[Johan]

It was probably wasn't a good thing the Johan didn't think before acting. But being a manly man meant being a doer and less of a thinker. Johan was in fact a doer for all intents and purposes. Of course jumping in against a horde of monsters without ones armor because of how the situation came about at what was supposed to be a manly nap time. Now there was indeed something on the blonde mans mind and that was the burning sensation he was feeling on what used to be his boot pant leg and pasty white sun starved skin below his knee. Taking the pain and pushing through was also very manly. However it still burned even after the slime brigade seemed to stop and be bound together from some one else's abilities. Which at the point and time he was at in this story couldn't have been more convenient or life saving. It also seemed his manliness by example had also won over the manliness in a concentrated container to come back to the path that was all things macho and awe inspiring. With this there was a small down side however. The Dwarf when making the hoard of jello shots explode into puddles in the air seemed to make it rain so to speak. Yes he made them rain of an acidic nature.

Still though the burning was starting to burn deeper into his leg as it made it way to muscles and tendons that run along the front side of a persons shin. Johan looked down to see the creature which had managed to attach itself to his lower left leg. His eyebrows furrowed in dismay and pain brought an almost evil and maniacal smile to his face. Then quickly slipping the sword in between his muscles which were burning like an std from a two dollar hooker and the slime which was the cause of the pain on his lower limb. Then in a painful heave using his now bare shin bone as the fulcrum to his leaver Johan attempted to pop the little bugger off of his extremity. Well it sorta worked the guardian managed to at least get the little piece of green goo off his body however his sword or what was left of the blade now had a bubble attached to it like like the booger on the end of  a finger. While this may seem funny to those watching the guardian it was a definite annoyance to Johan.

"Begone you reject from a Harold Ramis film!"

After his little bit of witty interaction with the low leveled creature and a good bit of wildly trying to shake the thing off of his quickly deteriorating two handed sword. A brilliant string of manly ideas popped in Johan's mind. The first of which was to throw the damaged claymore into the another slime in an attempt to dispatch two of the creatures at once. It probably wouldn't work but at least it would get the slime which had severely burnt the hell out of his leg away from his person. Now the second thing would be to get another weapon for fighting these droplets of gooey poison and whatever else they were made of. The only thing close to the guardian at this time was the other person with a manly beard who seemed to be having a rather fun time fighting the creatures with his bare hands and what not. Jp always did admire the toughness of such characters, had he not made himself to be the manliness that was Johan a dwarf would have been his next choice. The thought of working together with the dwarf seemed like it could make for epic legends of their might and manliness.

"I got an idea my vertically challenged friend. You hit them high and Ill hit them low!"

Since there was no other weapons in sight the thought of picking the dwarf up like a shield had briefly gone into the guardians head. That thought was short lived as Johan decided using the dwarf as a meat shield seemed unmanly. In stead using his already in serious pain and partially melted appendage Joan would stomp down onto the next slime with child like glee and fervor. This would probably hurt like hell but the attempt would probably keep a smile on johans face as he would attempt to continue this until either there were no more green puddles of goo which needed no more long winded descriptions or his lower leg was gone. Either way stomping mud holes into the creatures would be fun. Or at least thats probably what would be left of the earth after having the slimes stomped on but his manly foot when they splashed about like a puddle under a kids goulashes.  Seeing his concentrated compatriot another movie popped into his head. This one tho starred a large and well built Austrain who made a name for himself winning awards for his body building and shorter comedian whom was supposed to be his long lost brother born on the same day.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5 HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5 MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 with Nectar Scabbard Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives Other: Something
WC: 520	Tags: @dindeen, Tobin, Johan, Mab	Skills: Skill name

After the daggers connected and stopped the several slimes from advancing towards Kyuu and everyone else, he watched the samurai scramble towards the blonde female and then hid behind her. Ryuu palmed his face, being careful not to cut himself with his dagger, and then shook his head. Sometimes the samurai could be very frustrating… this was one of these times. He hoped to high heaven that there were no slime field bosses… That would make the samurai absolutely useless. Maybe I should make her face her fears one day… he thought. As he returned back to his normal stance, he watched as the monk and guardian did their best in killing the level 1 slimes. He shrugged and replaced his daggers into his sheathes. “Let me know if you need anything!” he yelled out towards the Monk. It seemed he’d be okay, at least for now. “Try not to get the guardian killed,” he finished it off before going towards the two females and watching as the blonde hit the slime. It was effective, since these were level 1 slimes, but if she didn’t keep attacking the thing, she’d get attacked by the slime. It was a gross feeling, which is why Kyuu hated the feeling.

He quickly made his way towards the druid and kicked the slime away from her and turned around towards the druid. “Excuse me… if you could let me see my friend,” he said as he looked at Mab. He didn’t care too much about the blonde druid in front of him, only the black-haired samurai behind her. “本当に?” he said in Japanese to the samurai. “ただスライムです” he followed it up with. He turned back around and looked at the oncoming slime. “Druid, keep hitting it until it dies. Don’t be afraid, it won’t kill you… I’ll be here to make sure you won’t die… I’ll keep watch on the Samurai,” he said. He’d attempt to pry the samurai’s hands off the druid so that she’d grab onto him. At least he could still fight if she was simply holding on to him. “大丈夫, 俺がきみをまもって.” he said to her. Even though he was a little mean earlier, he stilled cared a lot about her. His way of being mean was one of his ways of showing he cared; especially when he thought that she was in no real danger. Anyways, with that, and hopefully her holding onto him instead of disallowing the druid and the guardian to level up on their own, he would watch to make sure they would be okay. They were young in comparison to the assassin and the samurai. He would watch the other adventurers as they would continue to kill the slimes one by one, and hopefully netting them some decent experience, so long as they continued to attack the slimes normally. “Miss, you should help the guardian and the dwarf… you can get some good xp that way,” he suggested to her.

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	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay
WC: 555	Tags: Mab Johan Tobin Kumori	Skills: Skill name

Despite being a girl herself and a caster at that who probably had low physical attack, the sunshiney druid valiantly fought off the slime which got too close to her and the samurai. Silver-furred Hyzenthlay who already lost the slime which was attached to her club headed towards the same creature but was careful to avoid the druid’s attack. She did not comprehend the leveling and skills system and so to the rabbit, the scene did not look like a Level 81 cowering behind a Level 1, but simply a scared girl behind a more courageous one. There were men nearby too and they dealt with the rest of the slimes, among them the dwarf which Hyzen did not like at all, and Kumori who according to Hrairoo had always been with their tamer. The other adventurer was unfamiliar to the enemic buster so she completely ignored him.

Suddenly, the assassin moved towards the brightly-colored female and the wolf-hair samurai. He said some things in the language of adventurers which Hyzen did not understand much, and then in a language that sounded nothing like the aforementioned language. What was he doing... oh dear, WHY WAS A MAN TOUCHING CAERBANNOG?! At that, the enemic buster would have jumped at the man’s face and bashed his skull in if not for the slime which slithered towards the druid again. A few hits and a kick did not kill the creature yet, so Hyzen swung her club at the dull green slime and killed it completely. The sensation was squishy and gross but soon enough, the thing exploded to shimmering data bits and disappeared into Elder Tale heaven leaving some exp points and gold for the druid who dealt the first hit.

As for Caerbannog, she looked up at Kumori when he grabbed her arm. Although she was not able to respond immediately to his earlier disbelief, the girl’s mind caught up soon enough. Rude. He was so rude! -Just- slimes? Those were not -just- slimes. Those were icky greenish blobs of grossness and things that stuck to them as they crawled across the ground, and they got stuck to swords and clothing and they smelled horrible and... and... when did she begin fearing them so much? The wolf-hair let go of the pretty little druid and pulled her arm out of the assassin’s grasp. She looked at the fight the was ongoing before her, what with the dwarf and a stranger doing their best to defend against and eventually destroy the beasties before them. Even Hyzen seemed as if she’d taken care of some slimes too.

With a confused look on her face, the samurai looked up at Kumori and it seemed as if she had a retort, but no sound came out of her lips. Instead, she put her right hand on her nagamaki as if she was getting ready to dash off and fight, and her eyes were soon set on whatever slimes were still left between the guardian and the monk. Caerbannog put her right foot forward and was getting ready for her offensive stance when two slimes flew towards her direction due to the dwarf’s attack. Instantly, the girl reverted to her earlier disposition and took her hand off her sword. Instead, she ran behind the assassin and pushed him towards the flying slimes.

“KYAAAAAAA! NO!” she screamed.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 15 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: ? Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 798	Tags: Tobin - @dindeen - Kumori Johan ?	Skills: Skill name

Mab’s eyes where shining, a grin that split her face from ear to ear was seen. Mab had started to enjoy her first real ever battle. Yep it was confirmed Mab was an idiot. She took it all in and felt an adrenaline rush she had never felt before. The fact that the slimes where nasty totally forgotten, the fact that she felt afraid only moments earlier, totally banned from her excited mind. “So this is how it feels to be an adventurer” the girl softly muttered. The bunny with the club was helping Mab and so mab thanked the bunny in return, with a firm nod of her head towards the creature with the floppy ears. The girl mouthed “Thank you!” While holding her thumbs up too. Not wanting to get surprised or caught off guard the girl quickly resumed a more controlled manner and took a look at the health bars of the two front fighters, they seemed to be recovering quite nicely and did not need support with healing skills at this time, so what could the girl do otherwise. Before she had an answer to this question a pretty looking guy came walking towards her. Her first reaction was to shield the tiny girl behind her, but it seemed they knew each other so at his request she stepped aside. The language he spoke made no sense to the purebred English girl. Never having even seen so much as an anime the girl had no clue what the language was. Mab dubbed it “High Elven.” It seemed to fit the rather arrogant boy. Not that she minded, it could just be that he was really just someone who was self assured, very often mistaken for arrogance, Mab realized. Considering his shown skills on the battle field probably the latter. If Mab got to know the assassin better she would make up her mind after. No point in rushing things. The suggestion he gave her however seemed very logical, the two tanks were still going at it, no need to leave them fighting all alone.

This meant that Mab had to change her equipment. She did just break her beginners staff. The part she still held in her hand she returned to her inventory while fumbling about with the interface. Immediately taking out the new staff she had just bought. "OOOH a shiny purple one!" Mab said loving her new staff. Focussing on the slime in front of her, she would strike at it. Just as she was ready to strike at the slime the bunny with the club had done the job for her. Another nod of thanks to the small creature that had fought so valiantly, before the druid let her eyes wander for a new enemy. It was true that both Tobin and Johan were fighting a number of enemies more than they could handle. Mab decided her course of action. Realizing that both their backs were vulnerable from attacks from behind them the girl decided to make her way towards them. With a broad smile on her face she momentarily faced the fun sized girl. “You want to go with, or stay behind all on your own?” Mab said before she rushed towards the dwarf and the human guardian. Firmly standing behind them guarding their backs for the stragglers that inadvertently would come. Mab felt pretty sure that the pretty boy would protect the girl, as he seemed friendly with her.

Indeed it did not take long before a slime appeared. “I got your backs!” Mab told the two behind her. “You two clear up in front! I will take care of the straggles on this side!” the girl said as she started hitting the new low level slime with her new weapon. "As long as I can..." Mab said as an after thought.

“Eeh!.... EEEH!”

Were the sounds Mab made as she whacked away with her staff. Her eyes firmly focused on the enemy in front of her.

“Yay! I got one!”

Mab called out as one of the slimes disappeared in front of her. Still creeped out by the nasty globs she no longer feared them. The girl would do her part. She firmly planted her feet and kept guarding the backs of those that had to deal with the greater numbers. But also making sure to stay out of the way of their swinging weapons. As she did not want to get hit over the head by them. If need be the girl would use another bout of curing magic, however standing with her back to them it was much harder to determine if they needed it. So the girl called out to them.

“Let me know if you are in need of healing, as I can’t keep tabs right now!”

Mab was swinging her staff downwards to another slime that headed her way. This seemed a more able slime as it just dodged her attack and went in for its own attack.

“Crud! That smarts!”

Mab called out as its acidic attack connected with the girl firmly.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Don't mind the rambling too much. He is just really preoccupied. Muse)

Word Count: 549

HP: 11% MP: 56%

"What I want? WHAT I FeCKIN' WANT IS A FANFAR' AND A HOT SPONG' BATH WHEN I'M DONE FISTIN'. Because I'm fine, with killin', every, one, of, these, bastards, MYSELF! STOP THAT NOISE YA SNOTBAGS, I'LL CRY WHEN I'M DONE KILLIN...."

Yeah, while undoubtable the guild leaders comments were meant in the best of spirits and he likely would have taken them to heart at any other time, fighting in the thick of many slimes wasn't one of them. Needless to his shouts continued to whittle on long after that sentence ended, becoming increasingly more and more vulgar as the furnace of his temper rose. The tunnel vision was an asset against the mob waves, though it meant he was largely ignorent of anything else directed his way.

Though the level 1 Guardian aid kept the edge off, once his initial momentum had been the lost the dwarf had found himself very quickly getting overwhelmed, his evasion being pushed to it's limits as he bobbed and weaved around the slime waves, a -summersault attack- promptly disposed of a couple. Still they came and ground was lost, likely once or twice in the fray he had to grip the immensely masculine guardian back to ensure he didn't meet a untimely end. Not as an insult his honour by denying death, but rather to prolong it to another day. Even so, the level 14 dwarf could only do so much and he felt his skin burn from many contacts.

Then, his heart stopped.

"gaggaah"

With a choking gasp a firm hand gripped the guardian and flung him clear from the melee with strength only a desperate man had, the momentum caused dwarf staggered backwards uncontrollably, a fist frantically pounding on his chest. He hadn't been aware that their blood was poison, and by hitting the creatures with his hands it had accumulated really quickly, leaving Tobin critical. After what seemed like an eternity his heart restarted with a painful faltering beat, that returned some strength back. The dwarf ignited a second crimson flame around his foot as he pounced up, a leg up extended up above the hipline leg as he managed to speak once to the beard, a lesson concealed within his final attack, a beautiful masculine moment complimented with the pink falling petals of the imagination as the -Aura Kick- came down.

"Tank...Beats, Everything!"

The weight crashed down with a resounding drop kick, sending out a gigantic, flaming, AOE in the shape of middle finger to all the mobs in the immediate area. Needless to say, those that were not destroyed in the immediate area were really ticked off now, the dwarf collapsed onto his knees as he watched the mobs approach. Managing to get a breathless chuckle of the irony of dying in sight of two very high levelled players, HE hoped at least the newbies would escape the closing trap with the aggro drawn away from them. Tobin’s blue eyes scanned the sky, the world seemed beautiful as the pallet of colours mixed together, green and grey were quite complimentary.

"Well... This isn't a bad way ta go.... It's terrible. Kahah"

-Besides, when ya gonna give me a theme song, eye in the sky?-

-When you actually get over level 30 and become a notable character?-

-....-

[Johan]

"OOf!" Being flung out of the frey the muttering of the manly man was enough to know he was just put on his ass and out of the fight by the dwarf. Watching from the sidelines as his new found brother from another mother was being engulfed in slimes. This did not sit well with Johan. Even hurt sitting on the sidelines because he was deemed to weak only seemed to fuel his own personal fire and he wasn't about to let his new found friend die the nasty death he was hoping to test the system with. Even though he wasn't in that great of a condition either he could still do something. Being a lower level was still not an excuse to give up on manliness or teamwork.

"Hold on little buddy Imma coming for ya!"

Again Johan's player would start doing something without thinking it through first hand. Since he too was a man among men Johan began to move in a strait line right towards his dwarven friend. The fastest point from point a to point b was a strait line. Johan in this strait line would attempt manliness unseen before as he tried to pick up the hefty dwarf with the strength only a manly man on his way to his grave could muster as well. If possible he would grab the dwarf as if he were the greatest of great shields and continue to charge through the slimes in an attempt to get out of them. Then before turning into a the same sparkly mist the slimes were turning into around him he would call out to the others.

"Chest pass!!!"

And with that call to those around he would heave the dwarf in their direction if possible before he was gone to the nothingness that would envelope him in the time that transpires in between where he was and the cathedral where adventures end up when they died. Especially those whom die in as a manly a way possible...

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 594	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

The dwarven attack had caused several slimes to be thrown in his direction. While it wasn’t too much of a deterrence to the assassin, it had stopped the samurai from taking another step forward. He wasn’t surprised, but he was still a bit disappointed in his friend, and because the RPer forgot the timeline, we’ll just say that they were dating by this time, so girlfriend. She hid behind the assassin, pushing him forward to deal with the slime. Before the slime could get close, the assassin’s blade was unsheathed and used to slice through the slimes that were forthcoming. It split into two, disallowing it from reaching the samurai and the assassin altogether. Ryuu looked back towards Kyuu and grabbed her hand. It looked like he had to go in, and ‘protecting’ her was much easier done when she was close by. Yes, they were about to run into the fray, and yes, she would have to live with it. If she wasn’t near him, she’d be back to running.

The good thing was that the druid didn’t stand idle and followed his suggestions. She had decided to join the fray and provide support to the tanks. What Ryuu saw was that the two tanks were dealing with poisonous slimes. This meant that the monk, who had little to no armor, was taking all of the effects of poison. This is why he was entering the fray. “Kyuu… stay close by me,” he said to her so only she could hear. He was careful not to let anyone find out her real name. His hand let go of the samurai’s and he rushed forward towards the other tanks. Three tanks, one healer, one dps. The healer was still weak, so relying on any substantial healing would be foolish, then again, these were all low level slimes. He didn’t have to rely on the healing from the druid or anyone, not against these. He could do it on his own, so destroying them to utter liquid would be easy.

With a single slash, he had destroyed three that were in front of him, clearing a path for him towards the tanks. He threw a throwing dagger towards the slime that was beginning to hit the Druid pretty well. It seemed that all of their HP was low enough for him to intervene. He had heavy doubts that they would be able to do much against these slimes without dying, which was why he was here. He was here to alleviate such hardships and pain, after they gained as much experience as they could without dying.

“Step away, everyone jump back. I will deal with the rest… this fight is not worth your deaths,” he said to them. If they followed his instructions, Ryuu would simply throw another congregating arc above him after he grabbed aggro from the slimes which would bring them towards him, and then he would slash them into pieces. If they did not listen, Ryuu would simply keep the slimes from getting to each of the slimes that would bring about their imminent destruction if they continued to fight the slimes. He still cared about everyone’s safety, and it was typical of those who had just started venturing out of the city to realize that there was still a cost to death. “Stay safe, stay alive… keep moving, dodge when you need to,” he told them. Hopefully the slimes would be all destroyed. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep the other adventurers alive for, especially without the samurai’s help.

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	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay
WC: 400	Tags: Mab Johan Tobin Kumori	Skills: Samurai's Challenge (C1)

In her panic, Caerbannog unsummoned Hyzenthlay out of worry for the creature’s safety due to flying slimes. It was probably for the best too, since starting at that point, Kumori was more forceful than before and if the enemic buster saw that, a complication would have arisen. Hyzen would have attempted to crush the assassin’s skull with her club. The samurai herself did not take kindly to the young man’s actions. Soon enough the pair was right in the middle of the thing that the girl had been trying to avoid: the sea of slimes.

Caerbannog looked nervously around her and clung to Kumori’s arm, something that might have made it incredibly difficult for the young man to move. However, the samurai was at her wit’s end and the forced interaction with the slimes, instead of having the opposite effect, served to scare her even further. It did not make sense, but then again that’s what phobias were: irrational fear. The wolf-hair pulled the assassin’s arm towards her and she buried her face right on his arm even as the man was trying to fight off the horde. After hearing him bark commands to those around them though, Caerbannog saw how valiantly the others were fighting, including the sunshiney druid. The dwarf and the guardian seemed to have been badly injured or at least their hit points were dangerously low, and in the end the guardian seemed to have gotten the worst of it all.

“F-fine!” the samurai screamed as she let go of Kumori’s arm, “Stop attacking them, Baka-slimes!”

The girl yelled so loudly as she activated [Samurai’s Challenge], attracting all of the slimes around the adventurers. For the whole turn, they would be unable to turn their Hate towards the other players in the area and would have to attack the samurai if they wanted to attack at all. Caerbannog immediately regretted her action, but she stood there frozen on her spot. And when the slimes inched ever closer to her, the samurai began to wail. Like a child who was lost and afraid, the wolf-hair’s tears began to fall even though she was not lost at all and even stood there in broad daylight with other adventurers around her.

“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAA! SCARY!” the girl cried as she rubbed her tearful eyes while around her, the dull green slimes gathered, ready to be picked off by the other adventurers.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 1 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 1007	Tags: Tobin - @dindeen - Kumori - Johan	Skills: heartbeat healing

Mab had been so clear, or so she felt. She offered to heal someone when they were injured, but they would need to warn her. But what happened instead? The two front fighters started throwing each other around first the dwarf threw the guardian out of away. But the guardian was not having it and ran through waves off attacks to toss the dwarf. Mab did not get it at all. This result made no sense as she watched in a bit of shock how the guardian dissipated into bubbles. Like two lovers trying to save eachothers lives... Was this the start of a budding bromance? Mab did not care. Angrily she stamped her foot on the ground. “What did I just say!” She called out to the disappeared Johan.

A flying dagger dealt with the slime in front of her. Mab could not see who was responsible for the flying dagger, but she could make an educated guess. Grateful for the help she would not complain. However it left her without an enemy at the moment. This was good because it gave her the time to deal with the wounded dwarf.

“Heartbeat healing!” Mab called out as she targeted the wounded dwarf. Her eyes ablaze with fire.

“......and you better not die too.” Mab called out angrily to the dwarf,

“Or I will kill you myself!”

Mab screamed at the dwarf.

“Or worse.... I will shave off your beard while you are sleeping!”

She added while shaking her fist towards the dwarf. Mab was not kidding, no it seemed Mab was very angry. Not so much at the dwarf or the guardian; though their manly stupidity did not help the matter. How was it a good thing to die, and leave your party behind? Mab knew that death was not permanent; or so she was told. That did not mean it was alright to just go and die. It went against everything Mab believed in. As a healer she should and could have done something to prevent this. Yep... Mab mostly blamed herself, her inexperience, her lack of skill to keep these two in great fighting condition. It infuriated her. Why on earth had the blonde haired girl chosen to be a healer, well to prevent seeing people just up and die right in front of her face without being able to do anything about it. Mostly raging against her own inability to be a proper support, she turned her glance towards her enemies. She had waited for the spell to be effective and had not moved a step until she felt the dwarf stood a decent chance of survival, if he chose wisely.

Mab was venting her anger towards the innocent dwarf, who had been fighting with his life on the line. Mab knew this, but she could not really go screaming at herself now could she. It was however clear to the girl that further threats and venting against the dwarf would be taking it to far. The druid needed another way to release her anger, so she could apologise to the dwarf monk later. In the background she heard the assassin telling her to back off and leave it up to him.

It was the tiny girls shout that freed mabs legs. The slimes turning their attention towards the samurai seemed to have lost interest in Mab all together. As one of the slimes moved past the druid Mab swung her staff at it. “Take that! Aaand that!” Mab used her staff to whack away at the entranced slime. The two whacks made sure the first level slime did not reach the teary eyed Caer. Having released her anger at the nasty slime Mab hurried up to help the probably still wounded dwarf to get to the sidelines if he let her. Her eyes spoke of an apology, or the promise there of.

“Lets just take a few minutes and let them take care of it for now. Once you are all better you can join in again.”

Mab gently said to the dwarf, clinging to his arm. Trying to prevent any further rash actions.

“Just give the spell the chance to work its magic and let it cure you...”

Mab said trying to convince the dwarf to take a breather. The two in the field should be quite capable of dealing with the remaining force. Well at least if no further creatures would come forward. How many could there be left. The sea of slimes had slowly turned into a puddle of slimes. Mab took a look at her MP bar.... It was almost empty, well she had used heartbeat healing three times... With any luck she could use it one more time. If at the moment she was only one point short. Mab too would need to wait and sit down in order for that point to come back. Mab had no clue how long that would take. She hoped it would be before the monk would enter the fray yet again. Keeping clear of the slimes heading towards the sniffing girl, Mab felt a pang of guilt. She understood fears, the girl had a few herself. Fears were not something you could just think away, or were easily overcome. They were irrational. They made no sense. Mab was awed by the tiny girl’s heroism. That was truly facing your fears!

From the sidelines Mab cheered for the girl. “You can do it!” Mab cheered. Realizing she never actually caught the samurai’s name. Nor any of the others on the field. They were fighting together, though they had never met before. A feeling of amazement and wonder washed over the young druid. Realizing that her emotions were on a proverbial roller coaster ride Mab tried to calm herself down, but the racing adrenaline probably prevented her to calm down effectively. Mab was to worked up to just stand there quietly. She was willing herself not to rush forward again, well at least until the dwarf would be up and ready to go.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Such angry. Wow)

HP: 22% MP: 24% Word Count:845

It had all happened so fast. One moment he had faced his impending death with open arms, his -iron body- faded as stared onwards, only his irregular beat echoed. The next he had felt a broad pair of arms fling him clear from the slimes that clung to him, one clear image came through his eyes of the guardian falling prey to the horde, his scream for the brother from another mother faded as he flickered out. Limp momentarily in the presence of the druid.

"JOHAN! NNNNNOO! You, Bast-

The dwarf consciousness flickered, a warm paluse echoed through his body that reignited his dulled nerves as pain became a sharp companion in his limbs once more. The more concious he became, the more the screaming in his ears became apprent from the source of his healing. Tobin breifly wondered whether it was possible to heal and hurt at the same time, though his body was unwilling to move as slimes closed around them, only to hear another volley of shouts that drew them away.

A sigh tore from his lips, a second healing wave brought his sight and hearing back into sharp focus and gave strength back into his damaged limbs, enough so that a rumbling groan he rolled up onto his feet. Tobin's eyes fell on the spectacle of the assassin defending the samurai, his blade hacked through the waves of slimes like air with a super natural grace that his eyes couldn't fathom following, even with the latter acting as an anchor on his shoulder, drawing the rest of the wave close. The dwarf made to take a step towards the horde, only to feel a presence grip his arm to halt his advance he resisted the immediate urge to strike out and turned his gaze back to the sunshine druid, his eyes blazing with barely supressed rage, Tobin wasn't himself at this moment in time. Yet despite the trembling in his arm he nodded slightly in distant acknowledgement, the reason why she was apologised was already lost on dwarf. He was angry at everything

-**** them, **** sky, **** green , **** midget, GRASS! Why save me? WHY YOU HAPPY SUN, BLUE SKY! GREEEN! WHY IS EVERYONE SO BEAUTIFUL AND I’M DWARF! **** you healing, what is the meaning of life? THE WORLD CUP! TWILIGHT? FUUUUUUUUUUUU- Healing done? GO-

Then, with a deep breath strode towards the fight his, vision tunnelled then to see the slime, only the slime. The Halfling bounded up with all his strength as he initiated the -wyvern kick-, a gentle melody playing through his mind as he completely flipped out. A somewhat stark contrast to the mayhem.

With that slime sprayed everywhere, this was followed by an -summersault attack-, he landed, punches were swung, that seemed too slow, especially in comparison to the graceful blade, so he delivered -Aura Kick-. More green? He punched and kicked patiently, the calm of his silent fury drew the aggro into a firm embrace, before he raised a -Tiger Echo Fist-* and spread the love in all directions. Did AOE affect friends? He didn't know. He couldn't know, though it would likely be a tickle in the breeze for those nearing demi-god status. He then continued to strike out at green remaining, he didn't see, but was likely aiding Korumi in clearing the mess. Soon there was no green left to punch, did they kill them? Did they run? Did someone urinate in my cheerios? All these questions were the only thoughts that emerged in the mind; he turned away, likely leaving any survivors to the others. Perhaps the most striking thing about him was that he never set a word, his fury was so that he appeared to obtain calm, budging vessel and combing eyes the only sign of contrast.

First the pain came to him, then the return of his other senses, a strong ping of fear of him made him weak at the knees but Tobin pushed it aside. It didn't need to say that Tobin was terrified of his own rage, but it had been for Johan, so it had to be ok. A heavy hand patted the druid’s side (as she was much too tall to pat on the head) as he walked past, perhaps the only time he allowed a slight smile creep onto his face as he spoke in a voice like, but unlike his own.

"Good job, kid."

With that the Halfling carried himself to the tree with a unstable swagger and rolled against it, letting his body slide down he gazed up to the sky, letting the hammer in his chest die down as he regained control of his faculties, the poison remaining in him would be easy to resist. And that is how Tobin honoured Johan in a post by using only 7 words. The lowest talk count yet from dwarf.

*Don't use on your lovers. Please. I do not hold myself responsable for any lawsuit or subsequent death that may occur after AOE. Please read the terms and conditions.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 1 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 612	Tags: Kumori - @dindeen - Tobin Johan	Skills: none used

Mab had not been paying proper attention, she was distracted by the cheering of the tiny girl. Not keeping up with the dwarf, seemed like the worst thing to do. Thinking that the dwarf would take a little time to let his wounds heal the girl thought herself relatively safe close to the dwarf. She had not been careful enough. Yes; Mab had seen the terrible anger in the monk’s eyes. However she had underestimated how this would affect him. As he jumped back forwards into the fray Mab should have backed up away from the monk. Giving him plenty space to carry out his attacks. However the courageous little girl had distracted Mab, as she went into cheerleading mode, she forgot to keep tabs on the dwarf that was Tobin. Barely avoiding the first attack there was no way mab could get out of the backswing of Tobin’s sweeping kick.

“Ooof!”

Was all that Mab managed to say as she felt herself flying gracelessly backwards. Unable to control her landing spot, or the speed, the druid realized that if she hit the ground this way her remaining few hit points would come to zero. Was it sheer dumb luck? Was it planned? Probably the former. As Mab felt that her motion once again became earthbound she noticed the slime she was about to land on, in a way very much unbefitting a lady. It was probably a good thing Mab never really considered herself a lady. Landing butt first squarely, the druid’s fall was broken by the unfortunate slime. It meant the end of the lonely slimes life. It did however save that of the druid. Barely as she could see her life bar going into red.

“What just happened?”

Mab asked, no one in particular. She was slightly confused, she felt bruised and somewhat shaken. The girl was having difficulty getting back up her feet. Instead Mab allowed herself to lay back down for a second, hoping the spinning in her head would stop first. After a few moments the girl remembered her own stupidity, and looked at the field. Tobin Must have really been kicking for his life. Maybe this was a new record or something, But Mab flew for at least 25 feet before hitting the ground, or better said the slime, who broke her fall.

“Did anyone see the size of that truck?”

The girl quipped, only blaming her own foolishness for getting in the monk’s way. With her head still spinning, and feeling quite shaky the girl got up to her feet slowly.

“I am alright! I really am!”

The girl called out, while in the mean time looking around to find her staff, which she had probably dropped somewhere mid fight. Looking around Mab quickly spotted the staff. It was only a few feet away. Mab grabbed it as fast as she could, clutching it like it was her last line of defense. In fact it was, the girl had no cures left to give anyone, not even to herself, had just enough hit points to stand on her feet, but taking another hit was out of the question. For all intents and purpose Mab had outlived her usefulness. She would not really be able to participate in this fight any longer. Mab moved herself away from the fray, staying her distance from the dwarf. Feeling that being used as football was not her style. Not that she believed he would do it on purpose, it was just that they weren’t a party at the moment, so there was just no way to prevent further injuries if he decided to go on a killing spree again.

(ooc: I asked Kumori if he minded me skipping order, Tobin also was fine with this.)

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC:559 (Guild Thread: 670)	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

The assassin watched as the samurai was still useless in this fight. He wanted to slap some sense into her, but doing that would only make her cry more. It was better to deal with the dangerous situation at hand. With one less fighter, it really meant that this fight was up to him. He didn’t have to worry about the samurai anymore. Her health wouldn’t be effected too much, with her armor and her regen. Ryuu looked at her sternly into her eyes. “Stay behind me…” he said to her. This was an order as her older brother and as her guild leader. He was about to take charge of this now, as the health of each of the other players were dangerously low. Putting his throwing knives away, Ryuu took out his second dagger. His feet were much faster and to be able attack multiple slimes at once beat the throwing knives any day. He would carve a path for the other players so that they’d get out unscathed. He rushed forth, his goal first to the druid. She was the lowest of levels, and so she required the most saving. Ryuu carved a path forward and did not stop moving. As he destroyed every single slime that impeded his path to the druid, it seemed that the other slimes began to retreat and that the dwarf had done a good bit of damage. The assassin sighed as he looked towards where Johan had disappeared.

His negligence had allowed for a single death, one he was not proud of. He dropped to one knee and pressed his fingers against the grass below it and placed it to his forehead. While the man was not dead, it was still part of Ryuu’s ritual to one who died. A brother in arms. It was a sign of respect for the fallen, that he’d always be in his thoughts. He stood back up and looked at the druid and nodded at her. “You did well… These other two, although they don’t look it, are part of my guild. The girl… she’s higher level than me… but she’s still a child sometimes… I’m Kumori… I’m the leader of Aeryn…” he said to her. Ryuu then went towards the road. “I’ll be heading to the cathedral to go see Johan… you’re welcome to come along… I need to apologize to him for my foolishness. He shouldn’t have died…” he said to them. Ryuu took the samurai by the hand and thought that she was just as responsible, but did not say anything. He thought that her presence was enough. The samurai was still probably too engrossed into her fear that she didn’t know what she did was wrong. Ryuu would lead the group towards the Cathedral where they would be able to see Johan. While resurrection was pretty quick to happen, he wasn’t sure if the guardian would leave the cathedral or if he would still be there. The assassin continued walking until he reached the doors of the cathedral. He swung them open to see if the guardian was still there. Would he have walked out as he had laid eyes upon the door? If he had, he would’ve ran straight for him. All that he really wanted was for the guardian to be here so that he could apologize properly.