The First Campaign [Open]

[Emmerich]

It was the day after Emmerich was thrown into this world, that seems to have had taken elements from Elder Tale, a game that he has played for quite sometime, as reality. Earlier this morning, he decided to leave to the inn to go and explore the area beyond Londinium. Before he'd attempted to trek out alone into the Windor Wood, he tried to invite along others for the exploration. Sadly, he couldn't find anyone willing to accompany him, due to him not being affiliated with any guilds and his low level. He didn't want to wait in town square, so he went out, lonesome. 

It took time, but he finally reached the valley. As he walked on the dirt path, he held his mace in his right hand, his great shield in his left, and peered his eyes at his surroundings. He was ready to fight if he needed. Though, inside perhaps he wanted something to happen; A distraction, to keep him from being alone in his thoughts. And he would get his wish. His wondering eyes, saw something hovering in the distance. Curious, he moved towards it, straying him away from the path.

When he got close enough, he was able to fully see what it was; A line of letters and a number floating in midair. They read:

'Dull Green Slime <Level 1>'

He raised an eyebrow at it, but he would understood it's meaning, when his eyes drifted down, and saw what was underneath those words was a gelatinous blob of green slime; It had black round balls inside of it, poking out of it's ooze; They seem to be it's 'eyes', as he would discover, by waving his arm and them following his his movements. And it was the size of one of those exercise balls. He was taken a bit back seeing something that once was in a game, only to appear in front of him and rendered in realistic detail. But then remembered, that he was a player damn it!  

"Well.." he said, as he readies his mace, "Fine by me!"

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[whiteeyes]

Whiteeyes stared at the thing before her. "This was a lot cuter looking when it was just pixels" Indeed the slime in front of her was quite gross in person. While big black eyes in a jelly body might look cute when drawn, in person the floating black blobs were disturbing to look at. No wonder slimed were considered monsters, even if they weren't aggressive. "Nothing personal, but I'm a low level adventurer, and you're a low level monster. This is just the natural order of things, you know?" She then draws her twin kama, small things really hardly any blade, and prepares to attack the thing. The slime with its horrible, dead, floating eyes that were staring right at her. Judging her. After all, it never hurt her and here she was about to murder the thing. "...so much easier when you weren't real." Drawing a deep breath, she swung her kama back, prepared to strike.

Or at least she would have if she didn't feel her blades bump into something behind her. Curious she turned around to see two slimes. Two slimes that the interface noted were level three, and that her bump had agroed them. At level one. When she had no idea how to fight in this system, being a noob even before factoring in the 'this is now reality' stuff. So she did the only sensible thing you can do as a low level noob with accidental agro. She turned and ran for town, the monsters on her heels. Deciding on 'screw pride I want to live', she started calling for "Help! Accidental noob hate! Help!"


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[Emmerich]

Just as he was about to swing his iron mace down at the creature in front of him, he heard screaming off in the distance. "what the-?" he said, as he turned; He stopped in mid sentence, once he caught the sight of a tiny were-cat, being chased by a couple of green slime. Naturally, Emmerich had to go and aid them, what kind of man would he be if he didn't? The guardian ran over as fast as he could to the person in distress. With his size, his stride was much larger than the were-cat, and the slimes chasing them, and was able to quickly close in after them.


"Hang on!" he shouted out to the fleeing cat girl. Once he was close enough, he got beside the slime farthest away from her, and quickly jabbed it with the tip of his mace a couple times, trying to get it to switch it's aggression onto himself. After the third time upon being jabbed with his mace, the green slime stopped in place and then began to chase after Emmerich. Still, there was one more slime following the girl, and he wasn't going to let it escape. He continued to run after it, while the other continued to chase him. And just as he did with the first, he jabbed it repeatedly with his mace, until it stopped targeting the girl and came after him. 

Now that he got the attention of both of them, he lured them a couple meters away from the girl. When he felt that he was far enough, he stopped, stood and waited for the green slimes to come to him; He had his shield raised in front of him. The slimes got within his range and jumped at him; They flew through the air as misshapen green spheres and bounced off his large iron shield, and splattered their green ooze on it as they did. Their combined attacks against his shield pushed him back a few inches. While he felt unharmed, he noticed in the corner of his vision, where his stat information is, that he lost 16% of his health from that attack.

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Emmerich
Guardian Level: 1
HP: [|||||||||||||||||---] % 84 MP: [||||||||||||||||||||] 100%

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[whiteeyes]

Score! A bailout from a Guardian...a really really big one. Not one to let an oportunity slip by, and not being the sort of person who would abandon a rescuer to monsters, Whiteeyes approached the two creatures from behind, fiddling with her menus a bit as she closed in. "Okay then, combat skills, here we go. And drag that over to a hot-key, I really should have done this earlier, and there we go!" Stepping up to the slightly weakened slimes, she held her blades out so that the cutting edges faced the same way and tapped her hot-key that she had just set. Immediately she went into a rapid spin, hitting the foes in front of her a whopping eight times each in two seconds, killing one with a lucky critical and severely injuring the other. She then proceeded to stumble a bit. "Spin to win...not as fun...when not a game..." Shaking her head clear and regaining her balance, Whiteeyes gets ready to attack again if needed.


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[Emmerich]

Emmerich watched the petite cat girl take on the green blobs, while they were targeting him. She swung herself around, and repeatedly slashing into creatures' gelatinous mass with her blades. One of them fell to her attack and it's body exploded into bubbles. Gold fell on where it died. The remaining one was however, still alive, but was left severely weakened. "Good work!" he said warmly smiling down at the swashbuckler, just before he lunged forward at the weakened slime and bludgeoned out whatever life was left in it, with two quick strokes of his mace. There was a sicking splatter when his mace met with the creature's gooey hide. And like the slime before it, upon it's death it burst into bubbles and left behind gold in it's place. 

After he took care of the last slime, he swung his mace, still covered in the slime's gooey remains, over his shoulder. His blue eyes shifted over at the cat girl. "They won't be bothering you anymore, but with your strength they weren't a problem to begin with." He softly chuckles, at the thought of someone this strong running away from foes that they can destroy with ease. But he couldn't blame her. He, she and everyone else back in our original world, were used to seeing these creatures through our monitors. But couldn't fathom seeing them in realistic detail and as well as being, real. The touch, the smell, and their sounds, all real; It's a jarring experience, to say the least.

"By the way, I'm Emmerich."  he said, and smiled down at the cat girl.

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[whiteeyes]

She quickly did a small bow to the giant, Emerich, and then nervously fidgeted a little. It was emberrassing that she had run from such weak foes, so she felt a need to explain herself, of only to salvage some dignity. "I...I'm terribly sorry! I, I'm one of the completely new players with Elder Tale you see, so um, I don't really know how strong things are compared to me. I've played other MMOs before, and in some of them an enemy only a couple levels ahead of you is extremely dangerous, and multiple ones would be a death sentence. I am so sorry I bothered you. I wasted your time, and made you probably worry for no reason. Maybe, I'm not cut out to be an adventurer." She looks down at this point, unwilling to look the other player in the eye. This was just mortifying; she had joined at the launch so she could blend into the crowd of noobs without standing out, but most of the real noobs were staying safely in town until more experienced players could help them. She had thought her experience with other MMOs could give her an edge so she wouldn't be a burden, but in the end the sheer weight of the reality of combat had smashed her nerves. And the worst part was, she was saved by a really tall person. If there was one thing Whiteeyes truly regretted, it was making this body so damn small. Sure it looked cute, but if she had known that she'd be stuck with this body she would have made it at least as tall as her old body, maybe even taller! "Oh right, my name. Um, my name is Whiteeyes and again I am sorry for being a burden."


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[Emmerich]

"Hey hey. I was just joshing ya." He tried to complement the little thing for her strength, but somehow he only managed to make her anxious. Maybe it something that he should expect from now on. He didn't think much of his character design, until he noticed how others were somewhat nervous around his presence. He dropped his large shield behind him, and sat down next to her. Maybe if he lowered his body a bit, the girl might not be as anxious. She was new to this game too, like himself, so it was understandable for her to be this way too, his imposing figure didn't help that, unfortunately. He looked over at her with a warm and kindly smile.

"Don't beat up on yourself like that. You're not a burden. You me, and everyone of us new players are just starting out." Though he played Elder Tale back in North America, he wasn't used to this version of the game and started a out as a new character, so technically, he is a newbie just like her. "So don't begin to doubt yourself when you make a mistake, on your first outing. Not many of us here knows what out there. It can be scary, but it can be wonderful too." He chuckled at himself for saying that last part, he felt a little embarrassed saying that, but still he did believe in it. The what to expect from taking on a journey; It's all about trying to figure out the unknowns.

"So, come on and join with me, and we'll tackle this valley together" He smiled at White-eyes with a thumbs up.

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[whiteeyes]

So he was new too? Still, he hadn't hesitated when the creatures had come. Still, even after her poor performance he was still willing to quest with her...if quests were still a thing. "I would love to train with you Emmerich. We can get better together." This was going to be a much better day than she anticipated. "So now all we need to do is form a party! Let's see, open up the menus and...uh...um..." She started to look nervous as she went through the various menus, not having memorized where everything is. Uh, let's see, that's items, quest log, display settings..." Out of morbid curiosity, she tapped it only to get an error message, same with the sound and control panels. "Um, right here we are! Party and friends list. Um, I think here I just drag your name over to add you?" Reaching up into the air, she found that she could drag his name over. As she had seen several other players do, she then dragged the name over to the party tab, and sent the invite. "Ahhh, there we go, sorry for the wait. No knowing where all the menus are is a drag." She blinked a bit as a thought occurred to her. "Ah, actually, I just thought of something. What exactly will our party's goal be? Number of monsters, a level, time based? It helps to have a plan in mind for this stuff."


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[Emmerich]

"Great!" He watched Whiteeyes fumble with her interface as she tried to create a party. From the outside perspective, pointing and waving at open space seemed strange, but then again, they were in a world based on an MMO. He believed that in time, it will feel more natural. And besides, he was standing next to an anthropomorphic cat. But unlike the slimes, she wasn't hit hard with uncanny valley. Still appeared cute, and her mannerisms certainly helped with that. Though, not everyone is that lucky.

A window popped into his vision, it was her party request. He clicked it 'OK' button. A chime played and her status was displayed above his, in the corner of his vision. When she started speaking about plans, and quests, started to rub the back of his head, with a nervous look on his face, "I don't really have a plan, to be honest. I just ran out here to explore for a while and fight some monsters." he paused briefly, remembering some talk back in town about a lander who lives in the valley, and gave out quests to adventures that happen to be there when he shows up. "There might be a NPC around here. Maybe, if the rumor I heard is true, he gives adventures quests if they're under level 10." But he wasn't sure where in the valley the lander was and even if it was true, and not a fib the trick new players. He got up from the ground and picked up his shield that laid on the grass next to him. "Let's try to find him, we might just run into trouble on the way!" And liking the idea of trouble, as in fighting, he grinned, showing his teeth.

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[whiteeyes]

She was suddenly very glad she had asked after his plans. For one thing, it didn't seem that he had any, and her father had always said that "Going through life without a plan always has the same destination, rock bottom." For another, it eased her fear that quests might not exist anymore now that the game seemed to be more than a game. Quests were such an important part of MMO structures that if they were gone it was entirely possible that the PCs would never be able to adventure beyond the starting areas, due to the lack of quest loot and experience. Grinding monsters only helped you so fast after all. She smiled as a thought occurred to her. "Well then, I guess our first quest is to find the guy who can give us our first quest?" Coughing a bit and setting the smile slip off of her face, she needed to be professional after all, and started looking around for clues. "Right, if you were going to build a house around here, where would you do it? You'd probably want to be close to the city for trade and protection, but far away enough to...actually what does he do? The needs of, say, a farmer would be very different from a woodcutter." She also takes a moment to scan the sky. "Aww, no smoke from any cooking fires or a hearth or something. That would have been useful for finding the guy, and I don't know any other tracking tricks. Probably should have gone camping sometime and learned some tricks from the old man."


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[Emmerich]

"They say that he lives deep within the forestry area around here. And that forest is just beyond the valley we're in. All we need to do, is head up south to the forest." He rubbed the chin, his fingers sliding over the clef in his chin, as his spoke of the Lander. From the information he gathered back in town, the lander seemed to be an hermit. Otherwise, why pick such a place to live, so far away from other people? But quest was a quest, he couldn't complain. Not that he would, since this sounds just up his alley. Searching for an NPC, and facing danger along the way? To him that sounded like a start of a epic. A tale they would take back with them to town. He strapped his shield to his back, hung his mace on a holster on his hip, and began trekking south. "C'mon let find him, White!" he said with energy behind his voice.

The Guardian walked along the dirt path leading to the forest. His eyes glanced at the various creatures out in the valley. It was hard not to igonore them, due to his subclass, 'Pathfinder', which displayed their names and level from a longer distance compaired to other subclasses. While this made ambushes easy to avoid, it can get annoying. To avoid looking at the random names of the creatures popping up, he turned to White. He remembered her mention an 'old man' before traveling to the woods. Curious to what she meant he asked her, "You said, 'old man' eariler," he paused, "Someone in this world, or ours?" 

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[whiteeyes]

A destination was good, even if the direction were a little vague. However, as she followed him, an important point had to be made. "Don't call me White! It's Whiteeyes!" Still, it was better to be with somebody than go it alone, so she trotted along beside him. She kept her weapons out though, as she lacked his confidence to sheath her weapons so casually as he did. Still, she couldn't help but notice that despite his confidence he spent a lot of time glancing around. While she tried to follow his gaze to see what he had spotted, she only twice caught sight of some boar monsters, registering as level eight threats. She didn't know whether to be relieved that she saw nothing the other few times, that they were false alarms, or if she should be afraid, that there were threats she couldn't see. She wanted to ask, but was afraid of the answer. And wouldn't it be just her luck if, despite not having chosen the cosmetic, her need for glasses in real life had somehow affected her character now that she was Whiteeyes. So when Emmerich asked a question, it was a relief to have something to distract herself with. "Our world. I'm talking about my father. He was always the outdoorsman; fishing and hiking all over the place. He always took us back when we were little, me and my brothers and sisters I mean, out camping every year. The rest of the kids loved it, but I never did. So once I got old enough, I just stopped going, even when he invited me face to face. It just wasn't for me, but he didn't seem to get that. Emily and Eric go with him all the time though, so I don't feel too bad saying no." She sighed. Perhaps talking about time not spent with family when she had the chance wasn't the best subject to think about. "So, you spend any time camping?" Hopefully, a change of topic would make her feel better.


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[Emmerich]

Ah, just as he thought, it was her father she was talking about. She told him about her father and siblings, and the times they went camping together, which she herself wasn't too trilled about it though. When asked about camping, Emmerich pondered for a moment. "Eh, well, last summer, me and my friends went camping for a couple of days." he paused, "It was fun, until we had to shoot one of wolves. It came out of now where one night. I got waked up by my friend's girlfriend, who was smart enough scream at the thing. All that did was made it excited and leaped at her. Luckily, my other friend who was with us the time, had a gun. He told me you can never be too careful out in these woods, and that event proved him right. The wolf got a couple of rounds in him, before it fell dead at my friend's girl's feet." He looked around for a second, before going back to finish telling the story. "The very next morning, we called the ranger about what happened and he kicked us all out that day." The shouting match he and his friends had with the ranger that day, made him laugh for a while. 

"But, yeah, I liked camping, until other animals start showing up, and dealing with a prick ranger, who cares more about the lives of the animals, than the lives of the people." He looked back at Whiteeyes. "At least we don't have to worry about that anymore." Around the half hour mark, they evenually, made it to the enetance of the forest. the trees where as far as the eye could see. Branches and leaves littered the ground within the woods; hardly any gras nor dirt could be seen underneath. "Well, we're here." Emmerich said with a sigh. "Now, the hard part is finding him in all of this." Then, out of nowhere, there was a voice yelling in the distance.

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[whiteeyes]

"Hold it right there!" Sudenly comming out of the brush, six figures emerged, three on each side. Whiteeyes did a quick assessment of the situation. The group to the left had two sorcerers, both human, and a fox-tail summoner, all with spells ready to cast and keeping about ten yards away, a rather safe distance. On the other hand the human assassin and elven swashbuckler on the right were much closer, while their tattooed cleric, she couldn't remember what the race was called, was about twenty meters beyond them, behind a deadly meat shield. Aparently the assassin was in charge as he smirked and approached a bit closer. "You're in out turf. If you want to get out, just pay the toll of all your cash. Otherwise we're sending you to the Cathedral."

Whiteeyes did not like bullies. Normally noobs being accosted like this were helpless, but in this case things were different. This was day two for everyone, and judging by the fact that the bandits all had starter gear, they hadn't had the most productive time either. This wasn't high level players shaking down noobs, something this group probably used to do regularly on the old server. No, this was noobs versus noobs. And the bandits had made a huge mistake. Keeping her voice low, she whispered "Emerrich, I think we can take them. Just follow my lead and don't do anything until I say so." Stepping forward, she drew out her twin weapons and faced the DPS duo, stepping in and quickly activating her single skill to strike them several times.

"Wrong move bitch!" the assassin shouted. The cleric already was healing him while the swashbuckler used his own skill, a teleporting slash, only to be followed up by a super up blow from the assassin that sent Whiteeyes flying. "What do you say to that?"

Whiteyes smirked as she flipped over and rushed the casters, so stuned by there actually being a fight they had seemingly forgotten they had spells at the ready. Seeing the cat rushing them reminded them, and their blasts were unleashed, only for her to straight up dodge them! "I think you have no experience with aiming spells, you all have your single skills on cool down, my AoE is up in two seconds, and the DPS are in melee with a full health tank while healing is on cool down. Em, have fun! Stepping into the midst of the bunched up casters, she proceeded to whirl and strike them each eight times. Sure, it wasn't as fancy as some of the other skills that did Debuff or Maneuver as well as hit, but at lower levels the sheer volume of hits mattered so much more. As evidenced by the fact that the summoner was already so low on health she was able to finish him off with two quick normal attacks, only to get a jolt of lightning to the face from sorcerer one, and be forced into a roll to dodge the follow up fire attack from sorcerer two. Taking a moment respite, she glanced over to see how her partner was doing...

HP: 47%
MP: 87%

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[Emmerich]

Emmerich was taken aback, by the sudden appearance of other adventures. Apparently, his <Battle Perception> ability, could not detect anything other than monsters. But nevertheless, he was ready to greet what he assumed to be fellow travelers. That was what he thought, until he took note of their body language; His eyes peered at each and every one of them, and their intentions were clear. Emmerich placed one hand near his hip, ready to draw out his mace, that rested in his holster, and the other hand was tugging lightly at the leather strap, which kept his iron shield attached to his back; All it needed was one strong tug of the strap, and it would be released.

When the assassin came out in front, Emmerich stared him down with fierce eyes and a minor scowl, as he demanded, that they hand over their gold, or be sent to the cathedral. He would never expect such bad luck, for them. Just by looking them, he could tell that they were low levels, such as himself and his feline friend. He had to admit, they did have more numbers. But, that is also their weakness. Their numbers had exposed how they lacked confidence in their own abilities. He felt certain, they can't do well under pressure. And with that thought in mind, he dropped his scowl, but until appeared indifferent with the idea of giving them gold. Then from below him, White whispered to him.

"Emmerich, I think we can take them. Just follow my lead and don't do anything until I say so."

He gave her a small nod while he released his weaponry. He watched her make the first move. She slashed through the assassin's and swashbuckler's bodies multiple times with her blades. However, they retaliated shortly after. Their combined attacks sent her flying through the air, and landed her right where the spell casters were, who, by their surprised reactions, didn't expect that. With the such defensively weak targets within her range, all Emmerich could say is, "Clever kitten." Now, it was his turn join in. The guardian held his shield out in front of him, charged at the assassin and swashbuckler. He rammed him shield against the assassin's lean frame, and knocked him away. 

"Oh cra-AHhh!" cried the swashbuckler, right before he got a mace in the face. The two were bunched so close together after they ruthlessly attacked the cat girl, it was easy to catch them both with his attacks. He continued to swing his mace wildly upon the swashbuckler; He had the lowest health compared to the assassin, he had to end him quickly, before the cleric could heal again. With a large man loomed over him, and bludgeoning his mace on him, the swashbuckler panicked bad enough that he couldn't focused his skills. "You son of a bitch!" The assassin tried to help his partner, and landed a blow with accelerated speed on Emmerich's back. While the hit was successful, he was too late to save the swashbuckler; Whom exploded into colorful orbs left gold behind. "N-no!" The assassin doubled over at his friend's remains floating away. With one down, Emmerich turned to the assassin, with his mace held up. "I guess you made the wrong move." he taunted, as he was ready more. 

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Emmerich
Guardian Level: 1
HP: [||||||||||||||||||--] % 92 MP: [||||||||||||||||||||] 100%

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[whiteeyes]

Whiteeyes smirked a bit. She hadn't even needed to point out that the unhealed Swashbuckler was the weak link there. Turning back to the casters, she did a quick mental evaluation. Alright, these two cast at the same time in the first volley. But there was significant lag between their shots, two second at least. The electric attack has a lower cool down, so indeed to get him next. Determined to end her opponent quickly, she dashed straight for her target with both blades in an overhead chop, only for him to bring his staff up to block the attack! Not wanting to lose momentum, Whiteeyes quickly used the curve of her weapons to act as a fulcrum, letting her swing a kick at her opponents guts. Since she wasn't a Monk, this apparently didn't count as an attack for the purposes of HP damage, but considering that the Sorcerer stumbled back while coughing and gasping for breath, it still hurt. Good to remember for later. With his guard broken, she proceeded to go to town with her kama, not giving her opponent a chance to recover. However, as her foe vanished into a burst of bubbles, she got a reminder in the form of a fiery blat that she had lost mental track of her opponent's cool downs. Well, estimated cool downs, she was so new she didn't even know what these spells were called yet let alone have their cool down timers memorized.

Turning around, she found that her opponent had escaped into the trees...no not escaped he didn't go far. He was using them for cover and keeping trees between them to keep her at bay. It figured that her last opponent would have some brains. Still, her Shuffle Windmill was off cool down so if she got close enough she could just end it. The problem was getting close, as her foe was apparently quite skilled in using trees for cover to keep the whirling kama at bay. There was also the problem of the thick brush and tree trunks making it difficult to swing her weapons in a wide enough arc to build the momentum they needed to work. Despite the mystique they had (unduly) earned as 'ninja weapons', the sad truth was that kama were ultimately a farming tool used as a weapon because it was easy to hide and they had nothing better. Whiteeyes was painfully waware of this, just like she was that genuine combat scythes looked nothing like the media advertised. Sometimes being a history buff had its problems, such as finding that weapons you thought where amazing sucked, and what sucked was actually amazing. And unfortunately, now that Elder Tale was no longer running on pure game logic, that same problem now applied to her combat here. Still, after a few seconds her opponent hit an accidental small clearing, a stump showing a tree had fallen recently and there was a good bit of space available for Whiteeye's attack.

Capitalizing quickly, she launched her skill while she had room, digging into her opponent. However, he had already started casting, and halfway through her animation she was blasted. Still, it didn't interup the animation, and so the attack continued and finished off the second sorcerer. Dropping to her knees in pain, she decided to forget proper decorum for a lady, and use a very handy skill picked up from years of working in a tavern that was perfect for a situation like this. Namely, swearing loudy in quite creatively descriptive ways.


HP: 17%
MP: 67%

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[Emmerich]

"Y-you asshole! You murdered him!" The assassin shouted out, with a quiver in his voice, as he kept his distance away from the guardian. Emmerich could see the confidence that the assassin once had, had begun to fall apart. Just as he suspected earlier, his confidence was tied to the numbers he had over his opponents. With them diminished, one by one, the more nervous their leader became. That, he should called one at all. And with that in mind, the guardian thought of a plan to erode away whatever self worth he had, and immediately put it into motion.

First, he began to smirk at the assassin, before saying, with all the smugness he could muster, "Murdered? No, no, I beaten him. I beaten him so hard, he was sent back to town, that's all." he paused for a brief moment, to get a good look at his opponent eyes. He could see the seething hatred in his eyes, as they glared up at him with murderous intent. He took it as a sign of progress, and then started to chuckle softly. "Too bad you couldn't save-" The assassin tried to get a swipe in with his katana while he was talking, but was easily blocked by the guardian's shield, then was quickly jabbed in the stomach and then a underhanded swing to the chin, with his mace. "-him." The guardian finished his earlier sentence, after was rudely interrupted.

The assassin keeled back in pain, covering his mouth. He then opened his hands and cried out, "Mayweather! Heal me!" And soon enough, a warm green glow enveloped his body, an the damage done to him disappeared. Once fully healed, he laughed at Emmerich, pointing and waving his katana at him. "You can't kill me, jackass! You may be a tank, but you ain't got a healer!" He then took a stance, and a light emitted from his body. Seeing the light, Emmerich took caution and braced himself, his shield was pulled in to better guard his vitals. When the assassin dashed forward and swung at him, his attack had increased speed. Although Emmerich managed to block off the attack, more kept coming. He kept blocking, while he swung his mace, whenever he saw an opening. The assassin's blade strokes might be fast, but they were sloppy and his defense were filled with holes. the metallic banging from their battle echoed through the forest. 

The attacks may be weak by themselves, but started to add up when combined.  

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Emmerich
Guardian Level: 1
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[whiteeyes]

"Die die die die die die die!" the assassin screamed as rained down blows, only to pause as he heard an expulsion behind him, dread filling his being.

"Well I must admit this has been a rather informative trip. I've learned that monster levels aren't as impressive as in other MMOs, that the HP gap is in full swing at low levels, and you know what else?" Whiteeyes asked as she walked through the bubbly remains of the cleric. "I did some mental timing, and it turns out my windmill skill is actually less effective than just swinging my weapons at maximum speed at a single target over and over. I can get like ten hits instead of eight. Defiantly meant for groups you know?" She smiled as she circled the melee. "So, no tank or healer versus a tank and dee-pee-ess. This should be hilarious." To make a short story shorter, it was.

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Whiteeyes lay upon the field just outside the forest, letting her passive natural regeneration restore her health. It wasn't the fastest method, but with no real threats around she could afford to relax a bit and at least get her health up to fifty percent. Plus, after that fight she could really use a break. You know, these sorts of things were a lot easier back when they were just games. None of the pain or exhaustion. Er, speaking of pain, you didn't hear me shout anything did you?" It was rather embarrassing to have lost control and started swearing like that, but fire really hurt damn it.

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[Emmerich]

Emmerich dropped himself right next to Whiteeyes. When he did, the weight of his armored and muscled frame shook the pile of gold which was laid in front of them, on top of the makeshift table, that was his shield. The guardian sat there with his head rested on his hands, his legs stretched out and a satisfied smile. He looked over at Whiteyes with half closed eyes, as she spoke. He had to agree with her, things were easier when this was a game that we played behind our computer screens, no pain, or danger. However, "Things might be hard out here, but is it worth it, for what we've been given in exchanged? In this world, we can actually explore, fight monsters and develop bonds with other people. Instead of sitting behind a monitor, we're doing things, things we've never would've done in the real world. It's both terrifying and wonderful at the same time." 

He paused and sheepishly looked away for a moment, "But that's just me." Eventuality, he turned around to look back at Whiteeyes again. "You did pretty damned good out there with those muggers." he said, smiling warmly at her. "So don't under sell yourself, OK?" He then proceed rub the top of her head, vigorously with one hand. Luckily, for her he did it with his bare hand and not with his gauntlet on; Now, that would've hurt.Curious about the time, Emmerich looked up at the sky, and saw the sun was pointed west. From the time he went camping, he learned how to tell time by looking at the location of the sun. "Hmm, it's pointed west, so, it's the afternoon already." he mumbled. 

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[whiteeyes]

"Ahhh, well I suppose that means we shouldn't be going into the woods then. We don't know the area, it's getting dark, and I don't think we're in the best shape to handle any quests right now." Her stomach growled a little. "And we should also probably head back to town for some food. I haven't had anything since breakfast." Standing up and dusting herself off, adjusting her skirt so it hung correctly, she turned toward the small pile of treasure and sighed. "Right then, we should just dump that in my satchel and divide it when we get back to town. As a courier I've got a good sized inventory so it shouldn't be a problem to carry all that.".. She pulled out the rather dull brown looking messenger bag that was part of her gear and held the flap open, inviting Emerric to pour the treasure in.

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