[Tobin/Invite] Deeper. -end

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HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon (Equipped): Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) || Sec-Weapon (Quick Slot): Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills:

The wolf-hair samurai Caerbannog was a Level 81 adventurer, the highest-leveled in all of Londinium excluding the OP mods. Who in the world would dare to defy her? Who in all of Elder Tale would stand in her way?! A Level 11 rabbit dared. Hyzenthlay stood right then and there were the samurai wanted to go out for a walk in the city without an escort. Why would a high-leveled samurai need an escort? Because Hyzen said so. Caerbannog remembered the last time that she unsummoned the enemic buster even though it refused to leave her side. When she summoned the creature again to give it some food, Hyzen attacked the samurai’s face. And by ‘attack’ that simply meant that Hyzenthlay latched onto Caerb’s face and refused to let go until her tamer promised never to unsummon her again. Ever. Oh, poor Roo… he would have to remain unsummoned, all alone- or risk being exhausted to death by his waifu who wanted babies as a sign of their togetherness. Caerbannog disapproved of the enemic buster’s antics. She did not like the creature’s overprotectiveness either, but the girl had to admit that it was the only thing between her and Ryuu’s romantic advances. The samurai could still not fully comprehend the concept of dating, and so she would rather keep the rabbit around as a barrier than risk not having protection when oniichan was around. Cough. She knew very well that Ryuu was a doting bro- uhm, whatever he was, and would not let harm fall upon the rabbits even if they attacked him. It was a hilarious thought, though one that Caer would not allow if she could control the situation. And so instead of letting Hyzen run around all grumpy in the guild house, she stepped outside with the enemic buster right on her heels again. It was a nice, sunny day in Londinium and the streets were as busy as always. Caerbannog had lost track of the days of the week and the months of the year… did a year pass already? Who knows. All she knew was that the sun was close to its apex and so noontime was approaching. The girl was not hungry yet since she stuffed her face full of bread and milk tea from the pantry. Hyzen had so kindly accepted a simple head of lettuce which she imagined to be Roo and had licked rather obscenely for a few moments before she devoured it. Was she an enemic buster or a praying mantis? Poor Hrairoo. Luckily, he was neither here nor there, safely tucked away in the animal trainer slot for Pet Number One. Though Caer was rather dense and innocent in the ways of love, she was not completely unknowledgeable of that matter especially regarding animals for those things had been discussed at school. Moving on from that topic, the samurai schoolgirl wolf-hair soon found herself close to the Londinium gates. She had walked rather absentmindedly to that place and did not notice her close proximity to the landers who still saw her as their gopher of some sort. But while there were those who recruited the girl only out of convenience, there were also those who recruited her out of sheer desperation. Such a person, with heavy steps, walked towards the samurai whom he had recognized almost immediately. The elite creature which hopped towards him and parked her fluffy ass right between the tamer and the lander did not faze the man at all. The quest that he wanted to ask of the girl was truly dangerous and one that she had failed before. He had given it to Caerbannog some weeks or months prior when the samurai sat at a lower level, from which she returned empty-handed. But this time, it really meant something; and this time, she could probably succeed. No one can stand in the way of the Beast, right? And she wouldn’t, oh no, she couldn’t find it in her heart ever to deny him of- “NO.” That was Caerbannog’s blunt answer when the disheveled lander began to present his quest to her. “ You haven’t even heard-“ he said, but once again it was cut short with a resounding ‘No’. Sensing the annoyance in her tamer’s voice, Hyzenthlay slammed her club on the street to warn the lander who almost jumped back at the alarming gesture. Both the rabbit and the samurai glared at the lander; oh Scoria, you would be so proud of Kyuu. But the lander was persistent and though she was annoyed, Caerbannog was not the least bit cold-hearted. She finally listened to the man’s story, and found herself unable to refuse his quest. Apparently, the man’s father had ventured into the Marshlands by himself after the samurai failed to find anything of value. The old man’s belief in the existence of the miraculous spring was so strong that no amount og logic could dissuade him. One might think it foolishness, but the old man’s motivation was the fact that landers died true deaths. He wanted to find a way to replicate the respawn ability afforded to adventurers so that landers could have second chances. But the old man fell prey to a Black Lagoon and was inflicted with a deadly poison somehow. The lander’s quest then was not to find the miraculous water, but to confront the source of the poison and extract fresh venom from it so that it could be examined by pharmacists and an antidote found. The old man was dying but even if he died before the completion of the quest, his son wanted an antidote for others who might have suffered a similar fate. “DWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARF!” was her telepathic call to the half-ling, “QUEST! MEET UP AT GATES OR I TOSS-“ No. The dwarf was already used to getting tossed. She would have to think of something else; something that could terrify the dwarf so that he would fly to her side and accompany both her and Hyzenthlay. “I WILL TELL ONIICHAN THAT YOU GOT ME INTO AUSTRALIAN KISS!” exclaimed her blackmail. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 1010 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

Word count: 2166

“Look buddeh, don’t be givin’ me dat, I know full well that ya parts are not worth 2000 gold, the drum? 70 coin, ya spare copper pipe? About 50 for the lot. Da funnel is 10, and the coil 25. Ya bullin’ me and ya know it.”

One of the wonderful customs for tourists to London to engage in was hagging! Well, not really, in the past chances are one would have been simply kicked out if you disagreed with the price offered, but one advantage of the ‘game’ being developed by easterners was that they were open to less traditional values, thus certain foreign concepts from more exotic cultures could be introduced seamlessly into the Lander subconscious. Unfortunately that also means that some Landers turned into right tight ass. One of which Tobin was engaged with fierce debate with one such character ,A middle age blacksmith Lander, only 2 days from retirement.

“Well, my friend, you know that getting hold of these materials from the bygone age isn’t exactly easy.”

“Oh get oot. If I wanted ta, I could af asked a blacksmith to do this for me, just for some reason the buggers go inactive when ya need them. But even then, ya know at the very best, this junk is worth only 500 gold. I thought I were the one being stingy here.”

“Well, go to the Station then and bother them then. It isn’t worth sel…”

“How long hav’ ya had this?

There was a pause, an eyebrow rose from the dwarf as he waited for him to open his mouth

“6 month – Ya haven’t sold it yet because people with sense haven’t brought it"

“6 month - … Fine, 1000.”

“No, lower.”

“I can sell…”

“I’mma friggin’ dwarf, it’s in my nature to be jewish, and I know good business sense, the furness must be gettin’ ta ya head.” He maintained his blue gaze as his forehead creased into a frown, before a snort arruptly broke the assault. “I’m tellin’ ya buddy, I am ready to take it for 500, feh, I’ll let ya think it over.”


The dwarf turned away in a storm and folded his arms, a gentle chuckle he looked at the man in the reflection in the coin and liked what he saw. While the price was initially too high, he knew full well the metallic parts cost around 1000 coin total. It was tiring for him to maintain the level of aggression that he had done, his heart didn’t beat strong when punishing the weak, thus making him feel stupid for the price, pulling some figures out of his backside. Still, when he returned in 5 minutes the lander would have likely have relented and would accept a lower price if he approached with a smile. Even at the lower price it probably would be worth the fools while.

His breath came heavy to him as it left his body and shed his mental burdens as he discarded the personality he had pushed for the situation, his gaze became vacant as arms became folded, the world slipped further from his grasp. He was level 24 now so he had adjusted to his instincts and learnt to trust the pound to erase indecisive emotions from his person, unlike the real world, acting on instinct and on principle was often rewarded sooner or later, making him relatively wealthy in body, spirit and pocket. As long as his will and mind held up, there seemed to be little he couldn’t accomplish. A flask appeared into his hand as he twisted the metal stopper off and took a deep draft of water, accented with a hint of razzberry, flexing his tongue to let the flavour drift across his buds.

-There is…-

-Not now.-

His right eye flinched as a shudder jolted though him, the only sign of suppression of his wilder self from the excitement from before. Or rather not so much a self as an instinct, an impulse forcefully wielded to his spirit in the same way that the rare few would be born with. Always seemed at odds with what he wanted to do, it always wanted the most direct route to be expressed. It needed some of his willpower and to be calm, thus he always felt distracted, open to suggestion, distant, as if viewing the world from a distance, always there to watch, not interact. The alternative? Involuntary twitches, unfocused thoughts, an animal like temper along other things. Sometimes people’s thoughts of him were more terrifying then the fact, perhaps a reason why Tob… No, Gavin, decided to use the change in appearance to his advantage. Slipping firmly into his racial identity and letting go a little of the restraint that kept him rational, but he could just about keep that going as long as he focused on it. Did this make sense? Likely not, it made little sense to even him, never mind the outside, it just was a constant like the sun, or at least constant enough that if it didn’t raise he likely wouldn’t be alive to be alarmed.

Gavin allowed himself a slight smiled, the irony of being Tobin was closer to his true self by being someone else was amusing. Tobin was exciting individual that had a one liner for everything, Gavin wasn’t, indeed, the latter could have any name and it would make little difference and a relentless drive. Geroge, Barry, Morgan, or even Phil. He chuckled, one of those names name would have been decent, if it didn’t indicate him to be a lover of horses. He was sure that was outlawed in most EU countries. He didn’t like horses that much. Horses liked apples, Apple strudel seemed like a nice des… Oi, focus.

His mind drifted to other matters. Compared to the person he had yet to run into today, his time here seemed much shorter, only a couple months’ worth of sunrises, yet they had been exciting months where he had met some interesting people, Scoria, Oxford, Bast, Mad Mab, that big breasted woman (Elk. Hurrrr), the too big to swallow Capsule, Korumi and among others. He had defeated his first mob even before he knew he was trapped and had embraced adventure ever since, from the bar to the frontier, it had been an incredible journey thus far that, above all else, made him feel alive. Indeed the greatest gift so far had been to follow his heart, his instincts. Sure he had to do so while being contained in a fleshy square of distilled comic relief, bit even so that was a good way to live. Better than the grind of the world that had moved on, or had yet to move, depending on the perspective.

A blink drew him out from his mind, his gaze flicked around somewhat startled and found himself back in the real world. How long had passed? 5, 10, 20 minutes? He scratched the back of his head as he spat the stale water out onto the ground and took a second deeper draft.

-Man that was deep, so deep, anyone reading this will go streight to sleep.- What rap song he was refrencing, he didn’t even know. -I this is why I don’t do solo’s, get nothing done that way-

The observant and possibly vertically challenged among you may have noticed that was a fairly important omission in the list above, largely because he would have his hands full soon enough. Oh this could only mean one thing! Someone was going to timely interrupt his activities! As the author read through the first 500 words and sighed. Perhaps partly because he had read largely the same set of information in the last 2 threads he summarised it down to –Didn’t anything, hyz blocked stuff, Caer’s tired and pissed, decides to call dwarf for abuse.- He wasn’t much of a fan of mixing wine and vodka, though it was effective at administering a good punch. The writer sighed and laughed, perhaps a bit concerned that he was learning how to RP the ice bitch pretty damn well. Needless to say for the last week or so, she had harassed the dwarf quite frequently at the early morning hours, so the dwarf felt his lolli sense tingle, the character sense. It was normally between 8am to noon that she bothered him? Made sense, so the girl would definitely interrupt in going back to haggle in 1, 2, 5, NO WAIT 3.

-Ping-

The dwarf saw the message and mentally thanked himself for installing a filter for messages, before he thumbed the ‘accept’ and shook visibly under this pg-13 violation. With a distinct ringing noise for company he allowed himself a chuckle, undeterred by her trailing off, his response was swift and obvious, with just a dash of irony with a hefty dosage of truth.

“lol u toss me anyway, tosser.”

He liked the girl despite her silence, the tendency of hers to throw him, her irritating pet, her tendency to threaten him, to require his assistance at god knows what in the morning… Actually, it was probably easier to state what he liked, her nature when she wasn’t doing any of those things, and only sometimes when she was doing those things. The Dwarf sighed with a deep sense of relief, today though it was going to his day to do his things. He was going to pay for the raw materials for his moonshine distiller, he was going to take it to a blacksmith and he was going to start making some real money. If she started chasing him across London, he could probably pay the black market to hide his blip for one day, long enough for her to get bored and…

-Ping-

Tobin’s face froze, for a fleeting moment he considered deleting the message though that thought was dismissed as futile resistance. With a press and another shudder passed as the colour drained from his face. Technically, it hadn’t been his fault that she happened to venture into a bar with a pg-18 name, but then who would the assassin believe? Certainly not the homoerotic/sensational dwarf that had more puns then some trunks had rings. Perhaps even tree rings. So much for today being productive, he thought as his broad chest expanded, and bellowed like a walrus into the telepathic link, headaches were a gift best shared.

“WAIT, NOOO, IAMCOMIN’TOYOUNOW!” His face reddened as he took a second wind. That could have been worded much better. “DON’TYOUDAREGOANYWHEREORTALKABOUTTHAT!!!”

His last shout left his throat horse as he panted; the lander by now shivering at the visibly disturbed dwarf as he glared him at him as he issued a single, horse sentence, as much a command as a request.

“You…. I will accept 1000 gold, for that scrap metal. This offer is final.”

Sometime later, probably around the region of 10/15 minutes, the dwarf jogged around the corner, panting as he raised only a hand in acknowledgement, by then likely any energy to resist the lv 81 spent. A gaze flicked over to the Lander, his blue glare contrasted his red face. Perhaps he did need a good shave.

“What is ya name.”

“Keldor PJ Tips. I nee…”

“What is ya quest?”

The dwarf didn’t even wait for him to continue as he pressed the question, he just wanted answers. Now.

“To hunt a Black Lagoon that infected my father and to bring back a vaxeine, it resides in the poison bog, an creature of the swamp. believe me, I’m poor, sick and I’ ”

The dwarf seemed interested enough to hear him speak details about the quest, but the moment he started rambling about something he didn’t have time for, the third question came out.

“What’s ya favourate colour”

“Wait, what?”

The dwarf firmly patted him firmly on his back, almost knocking him onto his face. Given a precise message meant he didn’t have to be there listening to NPC’s all day when she already knew it. He would do his job, that would be enough.

“Not a colour; let’s be off Cear."

With that, they set off on a glorious journey to the greatest cesspit in England. No, not Hull or New Brighton, the poison bogs! He walked in relative silence to the left of the Samurai, by aware of her general disposition to remain quiet unless she intended to abuse him, often by premature flight. That and Tobin was vaguely aware of the rabbit. About 10 minutes upon hitting the road single question broke the silence, a singular question.

“So, ya level 81, got any tales to tell?”

Wait, you were waiting for a deeper joke? I really thought the title meant that I had to explain my character from a philosophical point of view to the point of utter boredom? Fine, Tobin wondered, retrospectively –How far in the Rabbit Hole did he go?- BOOM, shizan, he went there. Shiz is funny. Now where is my paycheck?

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HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon (Equipped): Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) || Sec-Weapon (Quick Slot): Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills:

Who would’ve thought that it would work? Caerbannog sure didn’t. The only person who ever responded to such pointless threats was Kumori, and only because he was a sis-con. So going by that logic, was it possible that the dwarf was a sis-con too? Probably not, because she was not his sister; or maybe -PLOT TWIST- she was?! That made the girl sigh and shudder for a moment but she soon dismissed the thought. She waited for the half-ling to arrive and for the quest to be explained to him, for she wouldn’t bother to speak a word about it. It was the lander’s quest and his to give; notably, the dwarf’s reference to the Holy Grail movie made the wolf-hair giggle. Once their journey was underway, Hyzen planted herself right between the dwarf and the samurai as they walked and budged not from that position. Caerbannog was a bit annoyed that merchants refused to let them board their carts due to a ‘No Pets Allowed’ policy, something that they probably made up to avoid having to deal with the enemic buster, but although she would never in her whole life admit it, the Beast did like the company of the dwarf. Partially because he was shorter than her, but mostly because he was a rather interesting and comical person. Caerbannog was yet to forgive him for cheating in their drinking games though; as she was about to think of a plan to make the dwarf pay for that, the half-ling actually talked to her directly and even asked a question. “Tales?” the girl raised an eyebrow at the dwarf, but then her proud look turned to a worried one, and eventually she turned her eyes to the road once more. Kyuu had never been good at talking, much less telling stories. That was Ryuu’s forte, though at times he tended to talk maybe too much. But he wasn’t around and the samurai was not keen on letting him and Hyzenthlay get within five meters of one another otherwise a fight might erupt and someone might actually get hurt. And so preceded by a deep sigh and much internalization, The Beast began to tell a tale of one fateful evening in the new frontier. “In Sarum, people woke me up...” she began. Anyone who knew Caer would have shuddered at that thought. Though she was mostly patient and rather accommodating as a tank, the wolf-hair could throw a very mean tantrum if disturbed. Then again, during her earlier days in Elder Tale, she’d been incredibly patient of people especially of landers who could die for real with just one hit. Still, those who knew Caer personally were wary of her tantrums and even her pet rabbits refrained from bothering her too much before the sun rose above the horizon. Once the sun was up though, they would demand to be fed and occasionally even tugged at the samurai’s hair or flipped her shirt just so she’d wake up. Continuing the story... “There was fire drill. In middle of night. Not happy, not at all. Capsule was there and then there was a golem and kidnapping and a lander girl and a UNICORN!” the samurai exclaimed. Oh, it was clear as day. Though the wolf-hair was half-asleep back then, the vision of the unicorn was somehow so vibrant. Its pristine white body, wavy hair which flew with the wind and had an indiscernible color much like the variations of a rainbow, and upon its forehead there grew a single golden horn. Every now and then, the girl could notice it from the corner of her eye but it would vanish as soon as she turned to look at it. Eventually, their quest to save the girl began and Capsule was strangely serious about it. Well, at least to Caer, the enchanter seemed serious. She didn’t actually know that the redhead was bullshitting the entire thing what with her sleepy state and all. Caerbannog was perhaps slightly delirious back then and would have went along with whatever the enchanter asked of her (wink), but all she remembered was that she wrecked faces and rescued a lander. “The unicorn led us to hostage and then we fought gangster golems!” the wolf-hair’s eyes were so wide just then that even Hyzen backed away from the tamer a little bit, “I wrecked the boss’ face! And Capsule got a golem pet.” After the brief story, the samurai began to calm down until eventually, her expression returned to how it usually was. She looked at the side of the road and noticed that some of the trees seemed sad or even dying. Ah, so they were close to the marshlands. Maybe three-fourths of the way there. Time sure flies by when you’re doing things that you enjoy, huh? Nope. Not really. Caerbannog had paused a few times in the middle of her story and after each statement, so really it was a long, harrowing tale for the dwarf to hear, filled with much silence and awkward moments. But that was done and put in the past, and now it was her turn to ask the half-ling for a tale. “Why dwarf? Why monk?” were her questions. She gave two of them to the half-ling although he threw only one at her. But would he protest to that? Caerbannog walked on and only turned to look at her companion if he ever stopped speaking, at which point she would wait for him to continue his story until both questions were answered. Most of the time, her eyes looked ahead in anticipation of the dark trees and air around the marshlands. It wasn’t the best place to be but the quest required it of them, and so the samurai would have to enter that icky area which had almost killed her more than once and did succeed that one time. As for Hyzenthlay, once the tamer was visibly calm, the rabbit once again position herself beside the girl’s feet as they walked towards their destination. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 1005 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

Word Count: 1754

Tobin had to admit that the journey that the duo, no, trio shared was somewhat awkward for the first 10 minutes. Beyond his initial conversation with the lander he hadn't seen any sign of life from the Samurai, quite like a mannequin. Tobin considered himself quite a good reader of people and a conversation starter, but he faced a challenge beyond all reckoning, reason, or wit that would take his reputation to breaking point and beyond as both a man and dwarf. He had to socialise with the beast alone for an entire journey! Well, all under the oracle eye of the beast, of the beast, of the cave of Caer. The dwarf was walking fairly causally in his green robes, hands stowed in his pockets as the fleshy squares frame swayed with every stride, as this posture was the most comfortable for his wide frame. His eyes fell on the emetic smasher and out of curiosity took a step towards it and Cear, only to swerve a well-aimed club to outside its zone of protection.

"Hmph, woah woah there, just seein’ whether ya were still good, baby oh."

The sentence was left in common as he clapped loudly with a wink to the mammal. Though the animal tongue was toggled on immediately after he spoke, curious as to what the strange rabbit would say, though his response to that would merely be a smirk and a chuckle. Tobin chuckled at a lot of things; it didn’t seem that unusual, right?

Though the journey would proceed on from there, his curiosity didn’t falter, despite having countless misadventures with the girl only two thirds of a Tobin wide, they didn’t speak to each other much. She threw, abducted, commanded him like a Pokémon, and he would often curse back, but that wasn’t really speaking. It was kind of like being the Ken of the Barbie collection that was dressed up in her clothes for the lolz, the token bitch in this character dynamic. Tobin’s eyes settled on Caer with a lazy, half open glance as he put fourth his question. Well, there was no denying that this was an unusual kind of friendship. Yet for all its barbarity it worked, he liked people with the balls for practical humour and it made his first two months in this world bearable, hilarious and occasionally even enjoyable. Dwarf was becoming quite fond of her, at least when the fellow ‘dwarf’ wasn’t throwing him at things.

“Yes, tales. Stories, Sagas, ya know whut I mean.”

For the first time in a long time, Tobin widened in general surprise, at least one not directly related to physical trauma, it had been the first time he had seen doubt or shyness in the school girl and that was perhaps more bewildering then anything he had seen before. Still he was patient with her, After all; surely she had incredible tales of fighting gigantic beasts that would have the nerds’s out there trembling with glee?

Well, it was an incredible tale, but not for the right reasons. The dwarf’s eyebrow rose at the start, a terrible shudder coursed through his body at the thought. It immediately reminded him of the Beiber incident, and how that single punch had laid him low like a hoe on the blow. Or that time she came into the Australian kiss… Actually, it was better not to remember what happened there; he still needed counselling for that one. In any case, it was told with all the enthusiasm of an unwilling pre-schooler that read off a sheet for the next stage of the saga. With the loud lines being read out between each reading of the sheet with periods of giddy, cute excitement, Indeed his reaction to her conclusion was probably as expected, he looked blankly into her eyes and nodded with a big smile. A combination of near death misses and the elaborate story pacing numbed any terror he could have had.

“Awww, ya quite a shy one realleh, aren’t cha?” A chuckle followed this fact; it wasn’t his aim to mock but rather to state his thought and observe her response. Though he immediately followed that up with a compliment, I mean, the poor girl needed some reward for keeping on it till the very end. “I liked that epic. Especially unicorn, we should find that sometime, n’ dem gangsta Golems ‘re foar show.“


The dwarf froze suddenly and stared blankly, she asked him not one, but TWO QUESTIONS? What miracle had made her so inquisitive? His composure was quickly recovered, the first question was actually quite close to his heart, an aspect of his Elder Tale identity. In honour of that, she gave her a look behind the mask of Tobin.

“Ahahahah, now that’s a really good question! Dwarf, was because it was durable, broad, stocky, basically as different to human as ya can get. Wanted break from the harsh reality, try something different, ya know? Being a human with added bits would just make me look like a furreh, plus always kind of wondered what it would be like to be short so chose this and thought it would be fun. Just, nevar counted on being in this body the rest of my life.”

For a moment he seemed somewhat subdued as he reached an arm up in the sky, showing her his rough height as a sort of comparison, and indeed if she chose to believe him he was tall enough to carry her like a backpack. The joke was well and truly on him in this game, a fact that he shook off with a shrug.

“Well, can’t say it is too bad, there’s a certain authentic charm ya get from being a walking barrel, no?”

The question wasn’t meant to be answered, a nod, or headshake would be enough of one. Tobin briefly pondered whether he would have been as popular if he hadn’t chosen dwarf and pushed the answer out of his head, probably not. What was more important is that the more he talked, the more he seemed to let the silly dwarfen heavy accent slip, though the fairly light tone of sing/song scouse remained, something that he was unaware of. With that and a roll of his head he moved onto the next question.

"Monk because level asi-" he paused, as if it was a perfectly acceptable explaination though he quickly relented. "More precisely I liked the flexibility it offered. Be macho man tank, have combos, have 4 weapons, be agile even fly I believe. If that isn't empowerment, I don't know what is. Sounds better than bein' twatted in the face with a wet kipper in an eternal fish dance for every combat for the rest of ones life. No? Spish spish spish. Just feels good to have this power to fight with my entire being against something, and to have the freedom of movement to go where I want, like in a martial art movie, I’mma makin’ sense?”

Tobin rolled his head back as he gazed up at the sky as he made a waving motion with his hand, again a nod, laugh or whatever would be enough to satisfy him. It would likely be a feeling that Caer would understand at her level, even if she may had forgotten what it would be like to be at his humble level.

“Besides, if ya put the two together, ya get a mace, a wreckin’ ball of entertainment, quite a cooil combination, short body. Besides, samuria? Ya prefer to get to the point by the handle of ya blade rather than blunt instrument like me?”

The Halflings bushy eyebrow rose as he gestured toward the blade at her side, a mildly curious aside question. It likely wouldn’t take long for her to answer since Tobin imagined that talking about a class would be technical, thus easy. His words too easy in comparison rambling like the cascading waterfall, this was perhaps a tendency that would paint him in an eccentric light if such wasn’t already obvious. As if he felt compelled to explain everything.

By now, via the aid of Tobin’s rather lengthy rambling talks, they were practically upon their destinatio the pathway underneath them had become more rough and patchy from disrepair. Curious, the dwarf took a deep breath of the air and immediately regretted that action, snorting profusely as he cursed his enhanced sense of smell. All around them, stretching for a distance in this depression in the land, sat stagnant pools of water, sludgy mud. He sighed as he glanced around as a flicker of a frown adorned his face and he glanced back at her, and the swamp, then back. This time Tobin’s face creased in a deeper frown, visibly quite irritated.

“Hang on a minute, ya not gonna make me do all the hard work again, ar’ ya? I mean ya alone could kill the poor sod in under a minute, if it were not for the fact ya send me in alone out of mere amusement. Ahahah! Don’t cha get a little bored doing that? Cear? “


The dwarf paused and mentally cursed, he had rambled on for too long. Still his point was spot on, in all his previous adventures with the girl he had always been sent in first, like when he tamed Hyzen, fought off endless hordes of slimes, used as a brush… Needless to say in terms of presence and power, she was a mountain compared to the vertically challenged Tobin, the Angel Summoner to the BMX bandit. Sure, he could ride a bike pretty well, but that didn’t compare to summoning a celestial horde of PAIN at a moment’s notice made his monk abilities seem pretty insignificant. He froze suddenly as a thought crossed his mind, his gaze attempted to meet with her eyes. The knowledge of her defeat in poison swamp was absent, so as far as he was concerned it was a place where none had boldly gone before.

“When is the last time ya felt a bit of real excitement? The pounding of your heart in the huntin’ a mere, elite mob? I tell ya what, sync down to my level and let’s hunt this one together, unless ya a little afraid of gettin’ a little dirty and wet? It be good old fashioned rough fun! Ya can even make the wagers for gettin' final blow, on the creature”

If the author didn’t know better, Tobin seemed to enjoy collecting infractions and innuendo.

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Hyzenthlay was shocked. She was utterly shocked. Did the dwarf really just try to hit on her?! Oh, the gall, the nerve of the half-ling who was but some inches taller than her! The enemic buster was ready to clobber the man’s face, but Caerbannog clicked her tongue at the sight and at the apparent misunderstanding. The samurai frowned at both the rabbit and at the dwarf, but at the dwarf even moreso. She did not know what Tobin’s animal trainer level was, but obviously it had some bearing as to how he spoke or delivered certain words using Tongue of Nature. Hyzen at the very least complied with her tamer’s wish but she still wanted to clobber the dwarf’s face... perhaps at another time and place then. As for the dwarf, he seemed to be as jolly as ever; more a positive trait than a fault to the samurai’s eyes. At least her trip to the Marshlands would not be dreary, for truth be told, the wolf-hair dreaded trips to the Marshlands. She once died due to exhaustion and bleeding after a solo quest into that place, and had a few more unfortunate run-ins with its poisonous denizens. Due to the quest which was recently given to the pair of adventurers, they even had to venture into the farthest depths of the dark lands. The creature which they were to seek was just as mysterious as the marshes in which it dwelled. The question and answer moments at least alleviated the cold atmosphere between the wolf-hair, the dwarf and the enemic buster. Although Hyzenthlay could not understand what the adventurers conversed about, she could see that her tamer was not threatened by her companion and so the rabbit refrained from ripping out the half-ling’s jugular. Oh such violent thoughts, but who could blame a creature who’d been raised by Elder Nature herself to be a protector of her own little corner of the forest? But enough about murderous thoughts, it’s time for the dwarf to speak. Once the half-ling spoke of his reasons and motivations, Caerbannog could not help but stifle a laugh. She wondered if the man was just playing his role as the token dwarf of the game, or if he really was just as hilarious in real life. Either way, it was a good role to play and a good mindset to be in, and she thought better of people like him than of people who chose to be player-killing assholes in Elder Tale but then put up the “Don’t judge me, you don’t really know me!” defense even after knowingly causing pain and suffering. The latter she could not stand, and the wolf-hair was only thankful that she was yet to come across such a person. “Samurai because... supposed to be a test character,” was the girl’s reply to a question which may or may not have been rhetoric, “Usually I play summoner. But then, got stuck.” And then Tobin proposed what sounded like a challenge to the wolf-hair’s ears. Caerbannog stopped for a moment and wanted to slap the man upside the head, but she quickly remembered that she could probably lop his head off if she did that. Instead, the samurai merely frowned at the half-ling who did not know any better than to challenge a samurai. Her class even had a skill specifically called “Samurai’s Challenge”, for crying out loud. The girl then sighed, picked up Hyzenthlay and placed the rabbit upon her head. And then without as much as a word, she synched down her level to that of the dwarf’s. There was one thing though that made Caerbannog hesitate as they stepped into the Marshlands and walked further in search of the Poison Bog. It was the fact that both the samurai and the monk were tanks. She knew at least of two other monks, Hiro and Elkeid, who could both hold their own in a brawl but she had never seen the dwarf fight without him getting heavily injured. Was he truly naked beneath all those clothes? Were they just vanity equips? Even though she all but used the man as a weapon on a regular basis, Caerbannog still would not truly let him die under her watch. And though she was the same level as him at the moment and was a tank just like the half-ling, the samurai still felt responsible for the outcome of the quest. Since the dwarf’s suggestive words flew right over Caer’s head, she followed his challenge with an eerie silence, one that the girl soon noticed. So, to keep them from getting either bored or terrified as they walked to the Marshlands, the wolf-hair thought of a topic that could get their mind off of the fact that they were trudging through dead things and crap mixed with mud and noxious water. “Did you have family in real world? In Elder Tale?” she asked a most personal question but Caer was rather dense about such things, “I only had my dad in real world. Here I have one friend, Ryuu-nii. He is guild master of Aeryn.” The girl’s eyes were set on the semi-darkness before them as the shadows of dead or dying trees crawled on the ground and across the surface of the river which ran through the marshes. Hyzenthlay looked to her left and right, and turned her head a little to check behind them as well. So far, they only passed some stumps which flung poop and snails which were grimy but not enraged. Caerbannog had her left hand on her saya nonetheless as she waited to the dwarf to hold his half of the conversation. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 945 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Sorry, it is a tad boring, isn't it? XD)

Word Count: 1435

"Ahahah, I see. An affinity for animals, yeah? Many pets, many minons, all the power without lifting a finger. Well, it could be worse, could be dwarf. Bahahahah!"

He nodded with a smile as his eyes lazily scanned the horizon as despite the murderous intent that causally observed the Halfling’s actions, it had been a largely pleasant conversation so far that he found himself enjoying. Well, sure he did much of the talking, but at least it wasn't just him.

Then he asked the question about the challenge and the situation changed again, the glare and the desynch left an eerie silence that that lead to the dwarf confidence to falter and his gaze to flick away toward the outlaying swamp. Rather than creating a sense of being comrades, it seemed to achieve largely the opposing result. It was an action he would immediately regret, though he wasn't precisely sure why. Was it the innuendo? Was it his bravado? Had he insulted her honour as the princess of all saiyans? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING EPISO… No, the next post.

"I just wanted ta liven this hunt up, that’s all."

-I have to really start watchin’ what I’m saying.-

In any case, the dwarf found that observing the native wildlife brought some peace to his unsettled mind as he took point on the land bridges. Seamlessly dotted across the landscape was snails, the gentle glow of the shed spores and ominous pools of water that he knew better than to approach. Indeed further in the distance he saw humanoid figures poke their head around the space dead wood, clad in obscure masks, the dwarf simply jabbed his fingers in their direction to let them know that he knew and they disappeared. Thankfully today they had the sense to avoid the double tank party; the dwarf gave a short laugh as he shook his head.

“Filthy scagglywags, reminds me of Liverpool. Seen mor’ than my fair share of these goblins.”

After which he sighed and kept his head down. He felt that Caer had simply forgotten what it was like to be at his level. The feats he had performed were fairly impressive. Fighting off many slime with two level 1's, confronting an elite mob at level 1, or that time when he beat a golem in singular combat at level 14, he even had a pet! Though it was still rather angry and he dared not risk summoning him without good reason. Every fight had been fairly major and he survived all of them so far. He acknowledged lacked the professional emotional detachment that his stronger comrades had, but he knew how to fight. The idea of being underestimated festered at him like an infected wound, one that could only be cured with an open flame.

The girl’s question tugged him back to reality drew his gaze back to the wilderness. Family? The dwarf chuckled again; the conversation always gave strength to any setting. There would be time to test his mettle later.

“I see, must have been quite tough for ya, sorry to hear that.”

The girl probably didn’t want sympathy he imagined, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a little ping. A question did flicker up based on her commentary and had been something that weighed on his conscience for some time, while it was somewhat humorous from an outside perspective, the implication of interfamily relations (a game the whole family can play!) didn’t sit well with the dwarf.

“I sort of know him, I was in Aeryn once. Wait, ya not related to him?”

There was a momentary pause from the dwarf as he gazed up into the greyed sky, before he tugged his foot out of the mud that threatened to swallow his knees.

“I had a fair amount of family, parents and a brother. Extended family I never really got on with though. Not because of anything bad mind you, I was just a quiet guy from a middle class family, they were good to me.” Tobin paused, it sounded like a punchline to a good laugh, though this time he didn’t. “Yeah, seriously. I’ve kept few friends back home, I was a rather uptight man who just wanted to work hard and game harder, so I made acquaintances. rather than friends. School, college and uni I would always find myself in a new crowd and afterward we just parted ways.” He shrugged. “No friends joined me here, so it’s been rather dauntin’ experience ta say the least.”

Yeah, coming from Tobin of all people sounded completely ridiculous and out his character, but strictly speaking true. The same single minded determination that characterised him also had a tendency to make him isolated, self-reserved. Here? Not so much, it was a new world, hidden behind a new identity so he let the inner nut slip. The only thing he had left out was the why, the fact he was quiet because he was weary how others saw his condiction was something that he felt wasn’t too relevant to the conversation. A quiet chuckle escaped his mouth as a croc fled from his gaze, having seen youtube videos of his spiritual mentor. The conversation didn’t really stress him in the slightest, since he imagined on the social front that their experiences were similar.

“Then again, it is as they say ya can’t have a silver lining without a cloud, so ya might as well have a laugh ‘bout life. I must say I had the most fun in the last few months then I had for… Well forever really, that’s gotta be worth something, no?”

He let the sentence hang the air with a grin though the dwarf abruptly halted his advance when he caught movement in the corner of his eye. For a moment he had thought he had seen something move under the water’s surface, just a little way off into the distance, his eyes were completely open now as they scanned more intensely, though whatever it had been moved on quickly.

-Hopefully it will get the rabbit first.-

Tobin mused bitterly as he took a deep breath to capacity and pushed it with a gust of air. The Halfling had only heard of the Black Lagoon vaguely and had no idea what kind of creature they were about to deal with. His gaze flicked to Caer and the Rabbit as he felt a sickening knot in his chest, now that she had de-synched her life would be his responsibility to watch over until the thing had been defeated, rather than the short, immortal pillar that had overseen much of what he did. An image of her still corpse flickered through his mind, a thought he sought to quickly push aside. The Halfling spoke the -nature’s tongue-, so that the rabbit would also get the memo, the first time he attempted it.

“The Lagoon I think I scored, looks like I’m gonna have to Steve Irwin in it's behind soon, wah I say that right? Somewhere that a way. Ya rubber, I’m glue.”

A wink from his left eye accompanied the rumbling chuckle, the dwarf had to be confident and he had to have faith in the team. The Samurai he trusted to defend herself as an experienced combatant and Tobin intended to prove his value as a valuable comrade, maybe if he felt in a good mood he might even save the slivery brown stain that followed her. At least that’s what he mused to himself to keep his spirits up. Two curious questions crept into his head at this point as they crossed the landscape, as asking whether she had died before would be insensitive; the dwarf opted for the more personal question.

“So, what was ya name before coming here? If cha don’t mind me askin’.” The dwarf let the question hang for a moment, an audible tongue click as he gave away his personal name. Someone needed to know his name if he died. “Gavin, yeah, I wish I were called something a bit much catchy too. Bahah! Tobin is fine though, I kind of prefer it.”

If Caer chose not to respond that was also fine by him, Tobin was mildly curious, but he was also unaware of the extent that she trusted him so not being told. Tobin didn’t dare look back to monitor her expression to the question for they had gone deeper into the bog than any adventurers that came before; by now the dwarf began to wonder whether he could pull out now even if he wanted too (wink).

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With just a glare from the dwarf, the goblins up ahead ran off. Caerbannog was slightly envious of the half-ling’s presence which was unlike her own. Despite her achievements, she’d been pushed aside, ordered around, ignored and taken for granted by both monsters and landers that she’d come across. That is, to say, until she shoved a foot or a fist up their unmentionable parts, which the girl rarely ever managed doing to the latter. Farther into the bog they went and words were thrown back and forth between the pair, more from the half-ling and less from the wolf-hair. “Ryuu-nii was classmate,” the wolf-hair finally clarified, “Sometimes a bit too nosy but he’s just being nice.” The samurai wasn’t about to say anything beyond that especially after she realized that she’d just given Kumori’s name away by casually referring to him as ‘Ryuu-nii’. At least it was the dwarf, not some random stranger that she found in the marshlands. As they walked on, the half-ling told her a bit about himself, the family that he left behind and such things. Being displaced from a place that was once known as home and pulled into a different reality was by no means a simple matter, and so the Beast quietly admired the dwarf for seeming so jolly despite it all. It might have been a front but either way, Tobin was able to exude a happy aura that was rather contagious in some occasions and that was something that few people were able to do. Hyzenthlay stood to attention just as the dwarf noticed something in front of them. Though a much lower level than their quarry, the enemic buster was not about to back down from a fight. Her fur could use a good cleaning once they returned to the guild house though, and she made a mental note to request a nice warm bath from her tamer. HOLY MOTHER OF SNAKES AND RABBITS, THE DWARF TALKED! The silver-furred buster almost jumped when Tobin spoke to her once more, this time with a slightly more understandable accent and a less insulting result. She had no idea who Steve Irwin was though. As for Caerbannog who understood that the message was for her instead of the enemic buster, the girl merely nodded at the half-ling to indicate that she was ready. In the distance, a creature that resembled the very thing that they were looking for appeared for a moment but then it ran further into the poison bog. Caerbannog clicked her tongue at Hyzen to stay the rabbit lest it run off into danger. They had all the time in the world and could pursue their objective much later than sooner. A much more interesting something had come up: the dwarf had revealed his true name. Thinking back to the Japanese belief regarding kotodama or the power behind words, most specifically the power of true names, Caer momentarily thought of commanding the dwarf to run head firs t into the Black Lagoon merely by stating her instruction followed by speaking his name. But those things only happened in stories, movies and cartoons; not in real life, and not in Elder Tale so it seemed. But it was an interesting thought nonetheless, and if such a skill was available, Caerbannog surely would have taken it already. “Kyuu,” was her simple answer. It did not sound like a name at all, and even in Japanese if was a rather plain word. “It means coffin,” she explained. And true enough, her mother who was quite the hateful woman did consider naming her 柩, but the girl’s father had requested something less ominous and so Kyuu’s name was written as 九instead. But for a while, Caerbannog’s face remained expressionless as if she was so serious about the meaning of the name. Even Hyzenthlay did not dare break the silence. Finally, the samurai would could not ever lie ended her own joke with a giggle and a smile at the half-ling. “Kidding! My name means nine,” the wolf-hair admitted, “But you can scare people and tell them it means coffin!” Caerbannog stopped on her tracks when she noticed a dark figure up ahead which did look just like the black lagoon as described. The thing hid behind the shadows of a tall, deceased tree though, and so the wolf-hair refrained from attacking it directly. Instead, she looked at the dwarf as if meaning to throw him, but their synched level disallowed such a thing. Caer merely squinted at her companion and nodded towards the shadows while Hyzen waved her club at the half-ling. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 770 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

Word Count: 1140     HP: 89%        MP: 83%         Boss: 83%?

The dwarf only gave a stout nod and a slight smile to her first response, the author breathing a sigh of relief. Now that side of things made a bit more sense, so at least he didn’t have to repeat that rather tired joke anymore. Or introduce fists to prostates.

The second revelation took him a little more by surprise. When the true name was mentioned, the dwarf let it slip off the tongue, as if comparing it to the other.

“Kyuu… Parents snooker fans?”

He chuckled at the little joke, though the follow up to that had the desired reaction intended by the vertically challenged wolf hair. Though he didn’t turn during the exchange, so he only had the voice to go by.

“A coffin? Are ya fecking kidding me? What parent would name their daughter that?”

-Unless one simply intended their daughter to bury people several inc- -

-Shut up author. THIS IS SERIOUS MOMENT.-

Under certain circumstances Tobin was quite gullible and impulsive, at least as far as the matters of the mouth are concerned, so she had him fooled completely up to the point a giggle broke the silence behind him, his expiration was suddenly replaced with a loud booming laugh. The joke had completely blindsided the Strider.

“Gahaha! When did ya become a comedian? Good one! Well,” He scratched his neck under the beard, the gaze by now probably had narrowed out of being made light of, sublimely aware that the Rabbit and the Samurai were both staring into his back. I guessed it was no surprises who would take the initative, something he confirmed with a nod. “it’s one secret I hope not ta take to an early grave, so let’s dig un for this one! I’ll take the first shot.”

With that the dwarf continued his advance, taking a deep breath as he glanced left, and another as he glanced right. This area of the bog seemed easpically treaterious, as there were large pools of water that separated out the islands of land, all of them interconnected with narrow land bridges that barely allowed one person to walk breast on at a time. The dwarf frowned, if they ended up in the water things could turn out poorly, even for someone like him whom could use his entire body as a weapon. His gaze turned back onto the island, narrowed into a half gaze as the azure glare met his eyes.

The dwarf took another deep breath as his heart pounded a little faster, then, as he exhiled, Tobin leant forwards and broke into a sprint, charging down the creature as his stubby legs pounded the dirt. As the dwarf made it onto the broader landmass of the island, approaching the tree, the square toppled onto his front and pushed off into the ground to vault over the ruined tree, his body caught the faded sun with a faint glimmer as –iron body- was activated, the dwarf burst into flame was he erupted into a -Wyvern Kick- and kicked down. Damn that square was quick. The attack was met by the yielding marshland that stomached the impact. The dwarf grunted as he glanced around, somewhat alarmed that his quarry was nowhere to be seen.

“SURPRISE MOTHER… Wait, where are you?! GAH”

a sharp blow into his stomach drove the wind out of him, yet as he lashed out against the ground it met more bog. Another grunt was drawn from the dwarf as he ripped his fist out, the dwarf staggered as his eyes scanned around, he couldn’t see the pray, though the ground seemed to shift and dance.

“Gahh… He can hide? Fine, this is good, make it excitin’ for me.”

He paused a moment, the movement seemed to disappear as the dwarf froze, his breath quickened, the only sound his echoing heart and the distant footstep of his comrades. It was there that a soft rustle and the shimmering shape of the ground moving closed in his right eye and he twisted, catching the edge of the moss with his hand before hurling the mass against a tree with his body, the tree quivered as one, two, five three blows thundered from his fist into what he thought were ribs. A sigh erupted as the third time he struck wood, his fist erupting in an orange flame as he drew back for the fourth the rumble of the –tiger echo fist-* was about to wreak the prostate of an enemy.

“Good day, mate.”

The tree shook as an orange aura ripped from behind the tree, a blurred figure was flung across the small body of putrid water onto the other shore, Tobin could barely follow it with his eyes as he took another deep breath and gave a satisfied smile. This meant running all the way around to catch up to the bugger, something he didn’t fancy doing since the creature may have hid by the time they got there. Unless… Taking a leaf out of his mentor’s book, the dwarf took the most rational course of action and grabbed Caer, slapping hands hand on her lower back and shoulder, using the uniform to get a firm grip as he hoisted her. Their gaze would meet a moment as the Halfling already beginning to chuckle, whispering a simple, short phrase into the girls ear. No, that mentor was not Steve Irwin! Caer taught him, and he wasn't about to let this chance pass!

“Kyuu, use Fly.”

With an abrupt twisting motion the dwarf rotated once, twice with the Samuari before releasing her at the apex of his third swing, launching her like a pokeball across the lake to the other island as he staggered backward from the momentum. While she would make it the full distance, the dwarf’s stocky frame and perfect tossing class made sure of that, the landing would be her responsibility. Hopefully the irony of being tossed BY a dwarf wouldn’t be missed on the Samurai.

*Thunk*

Stars erupted into his gaze as the Buster would likely twat him with its club, to that he proceeded to launch it one handed across the body of water. It would most likely make it to the other side, most probabily. The stars from the headache seemed to disagree. Now, who would launch dwarf to other side?

“Ya right Cear, Dwarf tossing is fun!”

With the fastest run the dwarfs stubby legs could take him, the dwarf charged and bounded towards the other shore! But even with the –summersault attack- he didn’t quite make it to the other side, splashing down into the muddy shallows with a big curse. Needless to say, it would be a few more seconds before the swamp monster could drag itself out of the bog to join the fight.

*Not the recommended use for the attack

(OOC: I hope you like the irony of the toss. XD I hate writing techical though, makes me extend my posts lengths. Let me know if you disagree with my strat)

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Perhaps the world had turned upside-down, inside-out and topsy-turvy too. Or the dwarf was feeling more confident due to the level synch, and perhaps thought himself a god for having been able to convince the Beast to go down to his level. Or perhaps he really was just crazy drunk even when sober. Whatever was the case, Tobin was acting strangely confident, even for Tobin, and rather too giddy as well. While Caerbannog accepted all of his oddities without question and merely threw him from time to time, Hyzenthlay was not as accommodating and she made sure to express to him her disapproval. First, verbally. “You neeptard-“ WHOA. Where did she even learn that? “-don’t wait for Kuu-nee to throw you again!” Ah, that’s right. Hyzenthlay cannot pronounce her tamer’s real name. Maybe it was a glitch in the code or her quirk, but the rabbit could not pronounce the very simple ‘kyuu’. Caerbannog did once ask about it, and the enemic buster responded that she did not say cute things. Oddly enough, she could say the word ‘cute’ without a problem, but cannot or would not say ‘Kyuu’. But that was then and this is now, and the only relevance was the inability to refer to her tamer by her real name. Everything else was relatively normal for Hyzenthlay. Her sharp eyes, her violent nature; quite the defining characteristic of an elite beast. But the unkind words fell upon deaf ears for the half-ling was way too preoccupied with the preemptive battle against the Black Lagoon which apparently could vanish into the bog. As every second of the fight ticked by, Hyzenthlay grew all the more furious with the dwarf whom she thought was dragging the fight on much longer on purpose. Only Caerbannog’s apparent but strange fondness for the shorter adventurer kept the enemic buster from wrecking his face with her club, and from sticking a possessed tree stump up his shithole. Oh, and did I mention that Hyzenthlay thought of ripping the skin off of his skull too? In addition to that, the silver-furred rabbit also wanted to pull his fingernails off one by one, and then she thought of pushing them into the dwarf’s toenails. Much torture. Thusly, in the poison bog full of unkind creatures, the dwarf had naught but one ally: the Issuer of Challenges, the Tosser of Dwarf, the Rabbit Tamer, the Samurai Schoolgirl, The Beast- Caerbannog. Even the wolf-hair’s enemic buster would attack the half-ling if she was pissed off enough, so it was in the dwarf’s best interest to play nicely with the creature’s tamer. What did he have to lose anyway? Surely, not pride. He’d walked around in a maid outfit before, after all. And no one but the creatures of the bog saw them anyway as the dwarf walked into that marsh with no one but a rabbit and a seemingly-underaged girl for company. There was no one there to judge him- except for the snails. Oh, those gossiping snails. [What is she doing? Why is she walking around these barely explored regions with a suspicious-looking bearded stump?] said a snail to another. [Maybe they’re going to explore THOSE regions...] the reply came with a snicker, [...if yah kno wha I mean.] The latter winked at her friend but the other snail merely shot a look of disapproval at the winking one. Their conversation was momentarily halted by an awkward silence, but then the winking snail -which we will now refer to at Winky- spoke up again to the disapproving snail, now and forevermore known as Dissy. [That is one lucky stump for having been born with two legs. It can even walk around with jailbait!] [And from where did you learn that word?] [Oh, the drunk biped that we saw the other day. He was upset about something being a jailbait. Turned out that the biped could understand what I was saying, so we have a very long discussion about the meaning of life and how he was almost victimized by jailbait, described as a short biped with curves on its chest and its behind.] [So you go around talking to bipeds now, huh?] [Well, why not?] [Ain’t gonna be friends with no biped-lover!] [No... wait, wait, I was just curious! Don’t gooooooooooooooooo~!] Soon, the swamp snails vanished behind the foliage, and just in time too for Hyzen had already hopped towards them and was looking for the source of the annoying conversation. She twitched her nose at the direction where the snails had once been, but only saw a rustling of some low vegetation. The enemic buster settled down when she could no longer hear the hateful voices but when she turned back to the dwarf, his hands were already somewhere inappropriate: right on Caerbannog’s back and shoulder, ready to toss her. “What are you-“ But before the enemic buster could stop the dwarf, her tamer had already been sent flying through the air. The rabbit just sat there rather shocked as Kyuu used Fly. As for the samurai herself, she only had a singular thought as the wind rushed past her ears. There no longer was an internal monologue about how her life flashed before her eyes or how the fight reminded her of something; she did not even consider taking revenge upon the half-ling. All the girl knew was that she was flying towards the ugly muck of a Black Lagoon and there were no brakes. And so in all her non-thought, the one thing in her mind was: “Uh... okay?” Her face collided with what seemed to be the Black Lagoon’s shocked mug, though it was a bit difficult to differentiate fuzz from fuzz. Caerbannog had not tossed or turned in the air; she landed on the squishy ground in a very ungraceful horizontal position and even rolled around in the grime a few times until gravity and the stickiness of the ground stopped her altogether. Their target had been thrown backwards by the attack, but it wasn’t about to let that slide. Quickly, the Black Lagoon dove into the murky waters nearby and swam beneath the feet of its attackers. It rose up close to where the samurai had landed and just as she turned over for a breath of air, the creature of the bog grabbed her right leg and dragged her down with its cheap skill, [Submerge]. Okay, NOW Caerbannog’s eyes began to flash before her eyes as the water closed over her body and finally went over her head. Both the rabbit and its tamer, unfortunately could not swim. The girl due to a phobia, the enemic buster due to not ever caring for deep waters. As the Black Lagoon swam deeper with its claw still on the girl’s leg, all the samurai’s flashbacks were overcome by one worry; she looked down and confirmed that worry when she saw that the creature was looking up at her shimapan. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 1155 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

Word Count: 995

"GAHHH! IT'S GOING TO TAKE FOREVER TO GET THESE GREENS OUT OF MY GR... Well, actualy I guess thats not so bad."

The dwarfs face was red with irritation as he hauled his stout, muddied bulk onto the relative stability of the shore. His body shuddered with the pants a moment was taken to regain his composure, the image of it evading the impact that would have otherwise pinned infuriated him . The first action to follow this was to disable -nature’s tongue-, as though he hadn't really been listening, the constant chatter from both hostile mob and the shit smeared rabbit did little but grate of his nerves with their irritable mumblings. The second thing he had noticed was that neither the Black Lagoon nor the Samurai were on the other shore. His throat tightened his sharp gazed scanned the surface, a tell-tale surface bubbling told him everything he needed to know.

The logical man would assume the woman to be lost in the water, as entering its domain itself, though wounded would be to step into an arena he had little hope in winning. The putrid water would make his movement sluggish in addition the halfling probably couldn’t outlast a plant creature that had no need to breathe in its native environment. His skin swiftly turned to a metallic sheen as a deep breath was drawn through his hard lips, resisting the urge to gag at the care home smell. No, he wasn’t that rational man right now and he would likely try and crush the black lagoon like a trunk catching the first light of day.

-WHAT?!-

-I am being serious, author.-

Gavin might have hesitated, but Tobin couldn’t. A black wave of disgust crept up on him, he didn’t see a crazy assassin hunting him down, or even her. The dwarf had overestimated the lass, she was still a little girl despite her power and Tobin had put her into a life and death struggle with an elite mob alone. The dwarf shuddered briefly as the fire of rage ignited in his heart, the flame he would take with him under the water’s surface.

The water was as filthy as one would imagine, even though the haze of a half open gaze made his eyes sting with the sediment, the dwarf shrugged off this irritation as he drew himself deeper, his barrel body ironically hampered his efforts to do so. A sliver of skin caught his eye from below; the dwarf repressed the rage of the up skirting mob! So with haste propelled self-down with the breast stroke, the setting erringly quite aside from the displacement water and pounding in his ears, his hands shoved the water in firm strokes as closed on them with a surprising burst of speed, the effort of drawing the girl down likely slowed the mob down. As he drew close a message was composed that would be sent a firm hand gripped her shoulder. The barrel was actually doing something sangificant!

“Lass, I have ya back. Kick that bastard and I’ll pull.”

The first held her firmly by her shoulder s as he tried to her up by paddling of his feet, and when that failed he would he wrap his arms around her stomach and tried to forcefully yank Caer away, regardless of what resistance he added, the creature seemed stoic as it gave little ground in the tug of war. Despite his effort to remain calm, he was aware that by now what breath she had taken was likely out. He needed to do something stupid, now. A brief warning message flashed in her hud.

“Brace yourself girl, it’s gonna be rough.”

With that the dwarf pulled himself down deeper as he used her as a ladder to get in striking distance, a firm arm wrapped around her thighs as he drew his free arm up in a fist, three things were immediately apparent. The fist glowed a sun orange of the –Tiger Echo Fist-, and that his icon had disappeared from her party, thus she technically counted as a target. Third? Well, he noticed the the colour of the underwear inadvertently, from dwarf that would be terrifying for any young girl! With that he swung his fist down, deeper against the resistance of the cold slurry until it struck the spongy flesh of the beast down under. The black Lagoon flinched from the blow as the glow dimmed (What did you think I was talking about! Pervert!), the punch had all the impact of a thrown wombat, but the roaring shockwave that erupted pushed against both of them, the Samuari toward the surface and the latter into the shadow of the swamp bed. The dwarf himself spun once as a passing leg kicked him in the face, he shook once and started to swim up after the Caer, though by now his own breath was out he would assist the lass in any way that was appropriate. A brief thumbs up seemed to convey a message, though exactly what, he failed to elaborate.

-75%-

Tobin’s progress was stopped dead by a firm grip on his leg, a glance down revealed little but squiring shapes, the faint glimmer of a singular blue eye, it’s camouflage ability once again in play. It’s savage intelligence recognised that it had to kill at least one of the two now to get respite, its strength born from desperate urgency.

"Kyuu, it got"

The message was sent prematurely as the barrel was yanked away down, a sharp push into her back would send her up to the surface for air and away from the beast, the dwarf frantically lashed out as he grabbed at roots and managed to grab a fistful of roots, sediment kicked up as he grappled with the beast with his other arm, if he faltered, they would both go down to the bottom and both him and the upskirter would likely be lost.

-65%-

(OOC: Summery: Dwarf goes deep, fists something, then he is fighting against being pulled right down under.)

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HP 70% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon (Equipped): Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) || Sec-Weapon (Quick Slot): Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills:

“KYAAAAA! Help! Help! My tamer!” Hyzenthlay cried as Caerbannog was dragged down into the depths of the marshlands, but there was no one around who bothered to rush to her aid. No one, that is, except for the dwarf. Then again, it was his fault that everything made a turn for the worst anyway. That’s right, dwarf, take responsibility! As Tobin vanished into the dark waters, Hyzenthlay began to pace around that spot and followed the bubbles on the surface. She was wary of the Black Lagoon which might show up at any time, but all the same, she was worried around her tamer. Why was she even worried about Caerbannog though? Wasn’t death only temporary? Hyzen did not care for this or that; all she knew was that dying was bad, and so she would not let her tamer die. The silver-furred creature used her skill [Rabbit Repopulation] and molded her mana to summon two Level 5 frenmic rabbits. She pointed at the dark waters and the two followed her command without hesitation for unlike Hyzen, their minds were bound to their summoner. Beneath the murky surface, the water was even worse. It was icky and tasted of death; Caerbannog had been fixated on the upskirter so she did not notice the dwarf until he touched her inappropriately. A large bubble popped out of the girl’s mouth as she let out a shriek, but she immediately realized that it was a mistake and so Caer just observed the touchy dwarf. It seemed that he was attempting to help her and he was succeeding somehow, so all was well. She wouldn’t throw him once they got to the surface, was what she thought. For a moment, they seemed to have been freed of the Black Lagoon but the problem was that the wolf-hair did not know how to swim. The dwarf had to carry the both of them upwards for the most part, until Caerbannog began to emulate the half-ling’s movements at an attempt to swim. The ascent stopped halfway through and when the samurai looked down, the Black Lagoon seemed to be upskirting the dwarf! Perv! She was about to shake her fist at the stupid elite creature when something fluffy touched her raised hand. A ball of fur was enclosed around it and- oh, a frenmic rabbit. It was difficult to see exactly what the creature looked like due to the low visibility in the water, but Caer knew at least that it was not Hyzenthlay due to the rabbit’s size. Another rabbit approached them from the water’s surface and it reached out a hand to the dwarf. By then, Caerbannog knew to do what she did best; she would throw stuff. But no, she would not throw a rabbit... that would be rude! “Out of the way,” was her telepathic call to the dwarf. Caerbannog wiggled her hand out of the rabbit’s grasp and then she pulled out her chain Notthoggr from her inventory. She attached it through the tsuba of her nagamaki, and then with as much strength as she could muster while underwater, the samurai threw the sword pointy-end first at the Black Lagoon’s face. Due to the weapon’s shape, it zipped through the darkness and plunged itself right into the plant creature’s eye, momentarily making it fall back in pain. The wolf-hair then pulled at her chain as one of the rabbit’s grabbed her by the back of her shirt and began to swim upwards. The sunlight was getting closer, the water’s surface was almost within her reach... just a few more kicks to break out of the darkness. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 605 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

Word Count. 622 HP: 18% Mana: 56%

It’s strange how a life or death situation made the mind think so quickly. At least that was one of Tobin’s many thoughts in those few seconds. Teeth ground as the struggle unfolded.

-Hold on until Samuari breath and back, I die waiting.

Drag bastard up? Too strong, not gonna happen.

Maybe fall, give up life to crush the life out of it, but if I fail it’s the same.-

The decision paralysis froze him, locked in the struggle with the beast. Normally the answer was clear, but under water there was no good answer, the pain in his chest, the flailing creature. A telepathic call broke that train of thought, his upper torso flatted against the swamp debris as the black blade past and struck the creature in its sensitive ‘eye’

-45%-

Briefly the dwarf saw a opportunity to grab the blade to drive it through it’s skull, but dismissed the thought as then the girl would be yanked back. Instead, he grabbed the creature by both shoulders and rolled back, pushing the creature up over head. The dwarf then swam up after it, he wasn’t quite sure how a small mammal was going to help drag a 190 IB dwarf up through the water, but it was surely shonin logic. The fact it was trying gave him renewed vigour, something he would use to get under the blinded creature and grapple it in his manly arms

-THIS RABBIT BELIEVES IN ME SO I WIL-

-No, Tobin. Please. I doubt that the mods will find it acceptable to be drawing power from the faith of any old mammal to god mod chucking him out of swamp, Besides, ya not going to be able to drag the beast out without sold ground-

-30%-

Needed solid ground? That as simple, with a flicker of a hand, Gerard was summoned under him, at a less then appropriate time as he somehow summoned two boars rather than one. It wasn’t PG-13 to explain why that was the case, it just was. With the bulk now under him he triggered -suplex- and, with the frantic energy of a dwarf suffocating, pushed hard with his feet, propelling the boar under and him as broke the water’s surface. With a single twist and a loud gasp of stale air, he chucked the Black Lagoon back to land. The effort of breaking the water’s surface took the strength out of the attack, but the creature was effectively immobilised by the mud, right near Hyz and Kyuu, Conveniently placed so that she may enact great vengeance and fury on thy underwear spotter. O-Of course the dwarf saw nothing, Tobi was a good boy!

-18%-

“All yours, lassie.”

He made the note of unsummoning Gerald, his native swagtusk. He could feel through his telepathic connection that the boar was extremely displeased. That was a slight understatement.

-TOBIN YOU FIEND, WHEN I THY ASS UP THERE, I’M GOING TO SHOVE MY TUSK RIGHT UP YOUR…-

The mental assault stopped as the dwarf un-summoned him, a mental note was made to give the boar a decent day out among his own kind.

-Perhaps tamin’ an Alpha male by brute force wasn’t my best idea-

The dwarf seemed to sink into the mud like a square brick of faecal matter. He had used up all his strength just to drag the bastard back up to the surface, only now did the dwarf become aware of just how close he was cutting it. Tobin sighed as he drew back his arm where it had been imbedded in the mud and shook his head to dispel. They were wet, caked in questionable sludge and likely exhausted; it was time to finish it.

The Black Lagoon that is.

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HP 55% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon (Equipped): Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) || Sec-Weapon (Quick Slot): Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills:

With much effort and a bit of rabbit magic, Hyzenthlay’s summons managed to pull the samurai out of the murky waters. The dwarf soon followed, but not before he threw the Black Lagoon through the water’s surface, leaving the plant-like beastie struggling on land while momentarily dazed. Caerbannog took one quick look at the blinded enemy but she was still too exhausted to go after it. As the Black Lagoon slowly stood up, able to recover quickly because it was on its native environment, three quick hits to the head knocked it over to the ground once again. “YOU M*THAF*CK*N SON OF A B*TCH! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DROWN KUU-NEE?!” the enemic buster Hyzenthlay screamed as she finished assaulting the Black Lagoon with [Bunny Beatdown]. A few more harsh words followed, but it’s not worth the time of day to type them all out. Between the continuous battery and verbal abuse, the Black Lagoon began to curl up where it lay. Hyzen’s summons also joined in and kicked and swore at the enemy until it put its arms around its knees and began to rock in place. To finish up the sad scenario, Hyzenthlay spun in place by using [Wabbit Season], stunned the Black Lagoon and promptly finished the creature by shoving her club up what seemed to be its ass. Caerbannog was too exhausted to care, and she could only sigh in relief when their enemy began to vanish but not before leaving a peculiar item in its place: Venom of Black Lagoon Leeches. Ah right, they were in a swamp, so naturally- LEECHES?! Caerbannog began to flail and she looked in her clothes, under her skirt, everywhere! Leeches everywhere! She pocketed the Venom item to complete their quest, and then she also went over to the dwarf to check all over him for the small but dangerous swamp creatures. Leeches in his beard! On his scalp! In his pants! Caerbannog pulled them all off, careful not to cause too much bleeding as she did so. Last time she got stuck in the marshlands, she’d died of Bleeding due to a wound and due to leeches all over her. Tobin’s HP was dangerously low, so even though the environment was unsanitary, the samurai pulled out a bowl of her Mushroom and Carrot Soup. It was made with wild mushrooms and sweet carrots, boiled in clear water and flavored with thyme, served warm. “Eat up!” the wolf-hair said as she put the dwarf’s head on her lap and put the bowl of soup to his lips. The food item could restore a slight amount of his HP, though it left much to be desired since the soup was created by Caerbannog when she was only Level 1. Still, it could be enough to get the half-ling’s HP out of the danger zone. Never mind all the tossing and throwing earlier, no one was dying on Caerbannog’s watch! Not even the upskirting dwarf! Yes, yes she did see him look up. .: OOC Notes :. Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 500 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Tobin doesn’t know that she died here. He was asleep when that tale was told. XD Thread seems near logical conclusion. ^_^ >> Tobin Strider << )

Word Count: 571 HP: 22% Mana: 57%

The last thing Tobin recalled while standing was the Black Lagoon being assaulted by the rabbit, a brief attempt to –natures tongue- it lead him to recoil and immediately turn it back off, yet as he attempted to step forward a combination of leeches and generally weariness made him fault and collapse face first. The dwarf had never fought in the swamp before, so the humble swamp leech was enough to finally bring down the dwarf. The next thing he became of hands running over him, pulling at his cloths, skin. His depleting health, and the rumour of memory loss caused to take a desperate gamble. More information.

"Age 22, live near Liverpool, half a subway. Tell me that if I forget any of that."

Then she flipped him over onto his back and started to cress his chest, his arms, then slowly lower. His eyes were diluted couldn’t see precisely what she was doing, all he could see was the lite figure hopping here and there. The touches somewhat uncomfortable to the dazed biped, who didn’t entirely understand why he went down in the first place but found it curiously conforting..

"Wait... Kyuu, this isn't... appropriate. Your too... you shouldn’t be… ”

The dwarf was obviously delirious, it was only when he noted her ripping little black things off that he paused and glanced at his arms and yanked the black bit that stood out, blood trickled out of the flesh wound as he examined the parasite in his hand.

“Oh. Leeches.”

The dwarf assisted in what way he could and soon he was clear of the majority and a warm liquid was poured down his throat. As his vision cleared, he found his gaze fall on the face of the caring school girl that, from this angle was striking. Tobin found that amusing, a tired little chuckle erupted from his lungs. She would make a fine woman when she grew up, oblivious to the fact that she already had. After all, people of her calibre only ever came in short supply! Cue the drumroll.

“I guess some things don’t really change, ya saved my hopeless arse again.” Curiously sensible coming from him. “I’m sorry for puttin’ you in that situation Kyuu, I didn’t think it would put ya in so much danger. I wouldn…”

Tobin seemed to expose another weakness that he couldn’t seem to handle sedimental moments without copious amounts of bull, since in the same way the sod was easy to anger he was already starting to well up. Since hugging the lass would be inappropriate especially from this position, but still compelled to show his rare sincere moment, he grasped her hand with a firm shake instead.

“Look, I’m really sorry lassie, I just wanted ta be useful.”

With a tip forward he rolled onto his feet with a start, he almost toppled forward, though he managed to steady himself with a little French. Perhaps he had been Dwarf© so long, that Gavin had forgotten what it was like to be human. He chuckled, people didn’t read for human though, they wanted Dwarf©.

“Well, least the bastard’s dead and we’re not! Gahahahah! we home calling or walkin’?”

Typical, it had to be the man that was completely exhausted first after a good fight! Though in all seriousness it had been a funish hunt and nothing had gone wrong, yet, that the bearded midget was thankful for.

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HP 60% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon (Equipped): Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) || Sec-Weapon (Quick Slot): Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills: Call of Home

Never in her wildest dreams did the samurai Caerbannog ever think of touching the dwarf THAT way. And so the inappropriate refusal of the half-ling flew over her head, since she was just relieved to have gotten rid of the leeches before they caused much damage to her companion. I-it wasn’t like she was really worried about him or anything! Hyzenthlay, after seeing her tamer tend to the fuzzy-bearded adventurer, refrained from shoving her club up where the sun don’t shine. Instead, she just sat by her tamer and ordered her summons to scratch her ears and tend to her muddy fur. Caerbannog sat back for a while as she waited for the soup’s restoration to take effect on the dwarf, and when he finally came to and was speaking without babbling nonsense, she sighed and nodded at him. Oh wait, he babbled nonsense again. Who in their right mind would walk all the way out of the marshlands, up the long road where they could be ambushed by beasts, and exhaust themselves on purpose when they could just use [Call of Home]? Caer had her moments of insanity, but she was not THAT daft just yet. “We’re calling home,” the samurai said as she stood up and prepared to use the skill. But before she activated that Adventurer skill, the girl pointed out that they had the quest item that they needed. Since they were in a party and were undertaking the same quest, the item should have appeared in both their inventories even though it was Caer’s summon Hyzenthlay who landed the killing blow to the Black Lagoon. “Please submit quest... and deal with that lander...” the girl sighed. It was more a command than a request. Truthfully, Caerbannog was not in the proper mindset to deal with any more landers for that day. Sure, he had a sorrowful sob story, but Caer almost died and so did the dwarf. If the lander made any rude remarks or additional demands, the samurai was not sure if she could hold back from wringing his neck. After saying a quick ‘thank you’ to Hyzenthlay, the wolf-hair unsummoned the enemic buster and so the summon’s summons vanished too. Once the dwarf understood what he was supposed to do and went on ahead, Caerbannog used the skill [Call of Home] to return to Londinium. She needed a bath, and so did her pet rabbit. As soon as the samurai was sure that the half-ling had indeed used the skill and returned safely to Londinium, her own skill was used and the horrid view before her, that of the dank swamp and its decaying trees, began to vanish. A momentary blur appeared as she was teleported to the safety of the city, and the familiar place soon came into view. Back at the swamp, the snails had emerged from their hiding place; the fight for which they bet a whole week’s dinner had just ended. Winky soon went on a rant about how the Black Lagoon could have won if not for the interference of the rabbit, while Dissy shrugged its non-existent shoulders. The latter soon turned around and dove back into the dying vegetation, content with its winnings. .: OOC Notes :. Please end the thread. Thank you! Parteh: @dindeen Tobin Word Count: 535 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Hehe, no worries, I've had fun and I hope it has been enjoyable for you too. Bahahah! Song. Because why not)

Word Count: 746 HP: 30% MP: 60%

Tobin wasn't particularly surprised that Caer was quiet. They were both shattered after the ordeal, especially since even he was feeling his judgment slip after the last question. He simply nodded at her first response.

"Heh, that be sensible."

A gaze flicked around the swamp. The idea of trekking home like a pair of black lagoons didn't appeal much to him idea, heavens, one could probably pop up to them now and mistaken them for it's own species. In any case, the dwarf would only nod again at dealing with the Lander with a flash of a grin as he spat a thick globule of goodness knows what into the soil to the side of him. It didn't take a psychologist to sense that she it was for the better that she didn't come in contact with any landers. Heck, as Tobin started up his [Home Call] he didn't feel it would be beneficial to remain around since it was by his doing that she ended up like this in the first place. Though he was thankful Kyuu waited around long enough to make sure he got home.

"Ya, sure. I take care of that. See ya around, Cear-bear."

With that dwarf chuckled as the world had changed from the desolated landscape to the Chapel. At least the experience had been productive and that, for the first time in months he felt a simple joy in the fact that someone out there knew him. Of course the immediate surroundings were not so appreciative of the dwarfs presence. The Lander Priests close to him immediately recoiled from the stench from the moment he had spawned on that pristine marble bed, covering it in slime. The dwarf sighed as he started to stride out, his wounds untreated.

"Ya can cure any wound? But ya can't cure mah stentch? Wha- kind of priests are ya?"

With that he was back onto the streets, the dry air of city life was a welcome relief that he savoured with a single deep breath. With that he set off left down the street, bringing an end to yet another curious misadventure of the introvert and the Dwarf.

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About twenty minutes later, and followed by a colony of blue bottle flys. The dwarf finally showed up at the quest landers house, scraggy hair and a big frown, swamp rats would probably find themselves flattered by his appearance.

"Wow man, you look kind of like sh-"

The dwarf gave a stout laugh, though it wasn't one of entertainment but of forced laugh in response to a terrible joke. Indeed the dwarf was an easy going guy, but even he had to resist the temptation to punch the lander upside the head for that. Perhaps it was a good thing he was so diplomatic, especially when pissed.

"Nah, I onleh dress up lik' this foar dates. Foar that unwelcom' comment, lets have a quiz."

The landers face dropped, he was stood outside his terrice home and had expected the adventuer to just hand the goods over and leave.

"Wait man, mah fathers sic-"

"To obtain the antidote of fate, you must answer me these questions twenty eight!"

"B-but sir-"

"Question one, do I look lik' a bitch?"

"N-no"

"Question two, do ya think, dis, copywrited Dwarf, is your bitch?"

"W-wh- God no, ple-"

To this the Dwarf brought a mud caked palm onto his shoulder, never once did the smile falter from his lips as he left a muddy impression on him. The Dwarf

"Question 3, would ya be as stupid, as ya fathur was ta go into the swamp 'n' expect a miracile cure?"

"Well, when you put it like that, no. Come on man, I'm sorr-"

With that the dwarf slammed his left hand into the landers palm and left the vial in his palm.

"Gewd MAN! Ya already wiser than ya father ever was! Take this antidote and don't evar, send anyone thure again. rite?"

With that he roared out with laughter as he turned away with a jolly roar and turned away. Sure it was a tad mean spirited of him, but it would save others from the same fate. Right now, he needed a good bath.

"The first part was from a cut-scene from the Holy Grail, that bridge man was meant to show up again sometime later"

He muttered to no one in particular, there would be no innuendo to close this post; Tobin had already blown his load.