Punctured Ego

[strife]

Richard found himself lying on a cold slab of stone, the bright light streaming in through the cathedral assaulting his eyes as soon as he opened them. "So, that's what is gonna happen whenever my HP drops to zero." He muttered to himself as he slowly rose up into a sitting position. Richard had gone out on an expedition shortly after the Catastrophe had occurred. Man, am I pathetic. I can't even defeat a single Young Pittered Boar. How am I even supposed to fight in this reality? Richard ruminated on the nature of combat in this world. It takes too long to use skills from the menu, so there has to be another way. He brought up his skills menu, browsing through his meager list. He could use them from this list, but due to the nature of melee combat in this world, it would be terribly ineffective.

Richard sprung up into a standing pose, deciding to focus on that later, when some other players had come up with a solution. In the meantime, the Cathedral didn't seem too packed with people, having only a few of them hanging around chatting. What he had to do now was somehow make up for the fact that he had been beaten by a pig. A pig! This simply wouldn't do. After all, the magnificent, wondrous, immaculately perfect Strife couldn't be beaten by a pig! It was practically unheard of for the legendary heroes of legend to be defeated by common swine! That little piglet thinks he has seen the last of me, but that shall not be the end! Strife shall strike back! All I need is some kind of plan, a plan to defeat this pig with my superior cunning, ultimate intellect, might muscles, and dashing good looks!

Richard strolled towards the doors of the Cathedral, stopping just short of the entrance, with both the inside and outside clearly visible to his powerful eyesight. I do not wish to find myself lying on cold stone a third time today, which means I shall need travelling companions to assist me on my quest to slay that insolent pig! But what kind of brave, adventurous souls would accompany me? I shall have to start by talking to these fine people about my mission. Richard stood triumphantly and spoke in a noble voice, managing to make his words sound loud without yelling. "My fellow courageous adventurers! I present to you a call to action! Today, just a few hours ago, we were all transported to this realm, and already a great evil has taken root! I require your assistance in order to strike this evil down and make the land safe once more!"

Richard gestured emphatically throughout his speech, posing heroically at the end of it as nearby adventurers took note. With these fine folk standing at my side, an army of adventurers, we shall strike down the Young Pittered Boar whatever the cost! No price is to high, and with sheer numbers, we shall overpower the porcine menace of pure evil. I shall stand twice as strong against it, and this time for sure, it will not survive the wrath of the magnificent Strife! Richard smirked with pride at his speech, knowing that his way with words would help many of these good people come to the correct conclusion. That they would help him defeat this terrible threat on the countryside, and Strife's pride. 

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Word Count: 572
(OOC: Oh the unexplained Irony.)

[sorano]

The female had made her way back to the Cathedral after wandering around the Lander stores that were nearby. After idiotically losing all her HP and waking up in the Cathedral about an hour earlier, after she had spent who knows how long training, she had decided on purchasing a better weapon than the ones she had equipped, as well as improving her armour, since both were ridiculously weak, they would serve no purpose after a while.


Even with the gold she had collected fighting enemies, enough to purchase something useful, she couldn’t find a weapon that would have been powerful enough to be of use to her. She didn’t want to die again, that’s for sure. A sigh escaping her lips, she turned to head out of the city, going to train some more. However, just before she could step away from the Cathedral, something seemed to catch her attention, or someone, rather.


Turning her head to the Cathedral, she watched as someone loudly made an announcement to whoever would hear him, or so it seemed. She couldn’t tell if this guy was just nuts, or there really was some kind of ‘great evil’, as he had explained. Sorano began to think a little bit, trying to recall if there was a quest or something where whatever this guy was blabbing about was mentioned, only to come up with nothing- she didn’t play Elder Tale for very long on the Japanese server, yet that was a story for later. Then again, if he was looking for party members for a quest, couldn’t he have asked it in, oh, I don’t know, a way that other people could understand? With another sigh, she turned around, heading straight for this individual.


Although, just as she approached him, she spotted something strange. His class, it was something she hadn’t seen before. Just what exactly was the ‘Warden’ class? She hadn’t known of its existence until now, it had left her quite confused. Whatever! She would inquire about it later, there was something else she thought was a little more important.


“Alright, nutcase. What are you blabbing on about? If it’s a quest or help with one, could you at least explain that without all the, um… N-Never mind! At least make it simple so people understand what you’re talking about!” Sorano exclaimed, ever so casually placing her hand over her face after she spoke. Way to sound like an idiot, dumbass.


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[Myrddin]

"Aye, no problem, bud. I'll catch you later. And thanks again!" Myrddin said into his palm, his cheeks alight with color of embarrassment. A few hours ago he had woken up in the dilapidated remains of some buildings in a scarcely inhabited section of the city. Luckily for him, he had come across a young lad named Neon to assist him with his...predicament. Though it would probably be more accurate to say the Neon came across him as he was sprawled out on the cold stone floor, unable to use his legs. With his and another individual's help he learned to get his legs moving, although he has a very exaggerated gait and is far too unbalanced to do much running. Or walking for that matter.



Which is why after he left Neon's company he sat on a stone bench half a city block from the Cathedral, the resurrection point in this game. With his eyes locked on his legs he tried his best to move them. Surprisingly they did, shakily and uncoordinated as a infant's. With a sigh of mixed emotions, Myrddin looked up as a boisterous voice washed over the area. The one whom spoke was going off on a tangent about "evil" and "striking it down". The enchanter just stared at the noise maker and sighed. "Seems this is more like the real world than I thought." He muttered, his fingers tapping out the chorus to a Streetlight Manifesto song against the shaft of his staff. "Crazies are still evident." He smirked as he laid his head back against the pleasant chill of the stone bench. "Though perhaps he's more of the role playing variety." He shrugged his right shoulder.



When he looked up again he noticed someone had approached the noise maker. He was too far to hear what she said but he began feeling the familiar prick of curiosity pushing him to investigate. With a groan he ceased his tapping and waited to see what the duo would do before anything. Perhaps he might join up with them and...destroy...evil. Right.

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tags: strife, sorano

[strife]

Strife stood stoically and proudly in his shining Wardenscale armor, observing the scene around him, filled with curious adventurers. Clearly they had been moved by his heroic and rousing speech, and were ready to help him deliver justice! They discussed in mutters, so Strife could not hear the words, but obviously, they must have been so impressed by his request that some had been moved to tears, and needed a moment to recover. Somewhere in the gaggle of adventurers, Strife heard a giggle. Clearly he was much more charming than he had thought. With this many eager adventurers, the beast will be struck down and the countryside will be made safe again! That arrogant Pittered Boar shall rue the day it tried to eliminate the great and powerful hero Strife! Richard attempted to look as heroic and as valiant as possible while the Adventurers surrounding him got over their shyness and approached him to join his quest.

Almost as soon as he had this thought, he was approached by a fair young maiden, likely the first hero to join him on his journey of valiant justice. He quickly "clicked" on the fair maiden using his interface, noting her class as an Assassin. Assassins were a good class to have with you in a party, or so he had heard. With adventurers like this on board, the Boar would be vanquished in no time. Before he had a chance to look over anything else, the fair young maiden spoke to him, expressing confusion as to the nature of his speech. Obviously his speech had been so moving it had dazed this poor young maiden. "I do profusely apologize for your confusion, my lady. But I am no nutcase, no nutcase at all! For you see, I am the wondrous, magnificent, amazing, splendidly talented and fantastically skilled Strife! At your service."

Richard bowed with a flourish as he introduced himself in his usual noble and gentlemanly manner. He grinned joyfully from ear to ear at the prospect of recruiting this adventurer to join his band of heroes. "You see, my lady, beyond the boundaries of this fine city, in the shaded forests of the Windsor Greatwood, there is a beast so foul and evil that it corrupts all it touches. It is a vile beast, molded of pure malice by forces of great darkness." Richard's face darkened as he recounted his tale. "I myself encountered the creature on an expedition to the Greatwood, in an effort to scout the width and breadth of the Unfounded Kingdom. It was of such powerful darkness that I could not deal one point of damage to it, and it struck me down with nary a second thought. If such a beast is allowed to roam free, all of this kingdom is in peril!" Richard clenched his fist tightly. Something had to be done about the horrible creature.

Richard bowed again to the fair maiden, lowering himself to kneeling on one knee before her. "And so I have turned to my fellow adventurers to help. With the force of all those here combined, with the might of all of the city of Londinium, we may yet slay the beast and make safe the countryside again! It is quite possibly the only way to secure the safety of this realm!" Richard stood up once more, extending his hand to the fair maiden, ready to shake her hand should she take it. "Will you join me, my lady? Will you be the first to join my band of mighty heroes, ready to purge the vile beast from this earth? With the might of those assembled here, we can make a great and glorious change in this realm! Will you be the one to help set this change in motion? Do you wish to be a hero? If so, then take my hand, and let the adventure begin!" Richard waited for the fair maiden to take his hand, knowing that no one could resist one of his magnificent speeches.

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Word Count: 669.
Total Words: 1241.

[sorano]

‘…Did this guy hit his head on something or whatever?’ Was the single thought running through the females mind, and to her, it seemed like she hit the nail on the head with that. It made her wonder, was there some kind of asylum for the insane in this gam- okay she’s getting a little side-tracked now, she had a few more important things to question, and that wasn’t one of them. Deciding on playing along with the male’s antics, to some extent, she sighed once again.

“No confusion here, at least that’s not what I’m confused about, you’re a little nuts, but that’s beside the point… I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen a creature so, as you put it, ‘molded of pure malice by the forces of greater darkness’, after all, the Greatwood really only has low levelled monsters in it, I doubt one would be that ridiculously powerful sounding,” Sorano explained.

“Although, since I’m a little curious about such a creature, do you remember what it was called? Or what it looked like even? If it’s something so ridiculously powerful, I’d like to defeat it.” She tried to recall the creatures that she had encountered within the Greatwood, although most of them were around Level 1-10, from what she had seem. She was smart enough not to fight anything that was over her level, although trying to be careful to anger the others, it would be a disaster if she did that.

“Uhh…” She starts, clearly uncomfortable with the formalities, not to mention the fact that he was kneeling before her like he was proposing. Sorano was a little hesitant with responding, her eyes glancing around for a moment to spot a collection of adventurers and landers alike just looking in their direction, could this bizarre meeting be the beginning of some incredibly bizarre rumours? That really wasn’t how she wanted to me known- but then again, she’s probably just overreacting, yeah, that’s incredibly likely.

“Y-Yeah, fine, sure. I’ll help with defeating this evil… whatever thing.” Then again, it could easily be a great way to see this mysterious class in action. Aside from general curiosity about whatever this guy had a problem with, she was greatly interested with this class, a battle would be the best way to learn about it.


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Tags: strife Myrddin ]

[Myrddin]

Sitting so far away from the conversation but a dampener on hearing what was said. Myrddin glanced down at his legs and gritted his teeth, preparing himself to stand. He knew that he was possibly about to more attention to these two than he wanted, but that wasn't by his choice really. Well...not entirely. Releasing the tension in his jaw the enchanter used his staff to climb to his feet. Once he stood, however shakily, he steeled himself to the upcoming attention and prying eyes. His murky-water eyes scanned the area in front of the Cathedral and made note of the people and where they were bound to move to. Since many out there seemed to look on the ranting man with some form of negative judgement he decided to do what anyone should do in a situation where negativity was being associated to someone whom possibly didn't deserve it.

With his first step Myrddin inhaled deeply, his words already plotted out. His staff's base struck the stone street as he began walking toward the duo he saw. Well, 'walking' might be a bit of an exaggeration as his legs were still like noodles. Shaky, quaky, unattractive noodles. Myrddin released a mental sigh as he reached the Cathedral steps. "Oi!" He called, letting his voice carry over the people, "Dost thou have a beat that is in need of vanquishing?" The enchanter stared ahead toward the duo, never letting his eyes stray from them. He didn't want anyone to think of how he might be embarrassed by doing this is front of so many people. The talking was one thing, he didn't mind doing that so much. In fact he did it quite often before. No, he was embarrassed about how well he could use his legs. It was a vast improvement so he felt he shouldn't be too saddened, but he knew he was still handicapped and he hated to pity looks he received. Much like the ones he was sure he was receiving now.

"I wish to add my assistance in ridding this land of such a vile threat." Myrddin's voice was now clearly heard as many on lookers had stopped their conversations to listen in to what was to be said. He could hear one or two still making jeers about crazy people or LARPers. To which he held back his smile and acidic words. His eyes scanned over the two adventurers, one a female with pink hair( ...or was it red), he was having a difficult time deciding that. However, he noticed the small blade she had on her person. It was a katana, or possibly a wakazashi, hell for all he knew it was a ninjato, but this and her starer leather armor made Myrddin assume she was an Assassin; one of the classes he had originally thought of choosing before he settled with being an enchanter.

The other, the male in the heavy armor and a mop of unkempt hair. He looked to be a guardian; the same class his friend Sarah was talking about being before she left for work the night before the Catastrophe occurred. I wonder how she is. If I'm not on earth, does she even know? Was it even last night that we last talked or has it be much longer? The questions Myrddin had seemed to be never ending. So instead he erected a mental wall to block them for now. "If thou woulds't permit it, I would gladly lay down my life to help end this beast's reign of terror." He announced, making a fist with his right hand and placing it over his heart in a salute. 

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Word count: 612
Tags: sorano, strife
Notes: Sorry for the wait. Having not really jumped in before made it difficult at the start to figure out what to do. But here you go! I hope you enjoy.

[strife]

Strife beamed from ear to ear, a splitting grin full of mirth, as he saw that two brave adventurers were willing to join his cause. Why, that beast could probably be defeated by merely the three of them working together! Such was the power of adventurers! "Verily! It would be an honor for the two of you to accompany me on my grand and noble quest to slay this vile beast. With your might allied with mine, we should have no trouble against any such foe! We should start by scouting out the surrounding countryside, in order to relocate the creature! It is as swift as it is cruel, and can move at the speed of lightning. Such a foe must be carefully studied." Strife bowed to the two of them. "I would know your names, good sir and madam. As you already know, I am Strife, Warden, and a fellow adventurer trapped in this land by mysterious machinations."

Strife strolled a little ways from the cathedral, to a shady and secluded spot, beckoning the other two to follow. "Come, let us plan! For this beast is cunning, and without a plan, we would fall easily fall prey to it's plots. A smattering of tactics is what we chiefly need, and for that we need data. I was struck down by the beast rather quickly, and so I do not have enough information to launch a counterattack." Strife pointed his finger at the female assassin in front of him. This particular hero was quite a key piece in the opening stages of the plan, but how crucial would be dependent on her skill selections at character creation. "What I know of Assassins is not much, I must admit. But I do know that your kind are a cunning and skillful lot, as well as quick on your feet. This will be important, very important indeed."

Strife continued his lengthy speech with a sweeping flourish of his arm and a gentle bow of his head. "It is my belief that you, my lady, are the one who can get closest to the beast in order to study it's movements and habits. I am a Warden, and as such have unique armor, known as Wardenscale, which is similar to the heavy armor of those such as Guardiansm but has certain modifications." Strife turned to the other adventurer, the one who had spoken up so elegantly about assisting. He liked this one's attitude."You, my fine sir, have the look of a caster, and upon further examination, one will note that you are an Enchanter, a class known for its supportive nature. If you were to go, you would be at risk of being struck down by the beast, and if I were to go, I would not be fast enough to maintain the perfect distance from the vile creature." 

Strife knew that ideally, the three of them would be able to work as a fairly smooth party. Though they lacked a healer, they had support, DPS, and a tank, himself. He should probably elaborate on that know. "I am sure that we will be able to fully understand each-other's battle capabilities as soon as we enter combat together for the first time, but it can't hurt to give a small bit of information on how you operate in such situations. I myself am more suited to a defensive role. I have a flail, and can use it proficiently thanks to being a Warden, and as such, I will be the one to keep the foul beast's attention fixed on me as we battle." Strife could not wait to go out and slay that evil creature of darkness, but first things first, he had to get to know his new comrades, so that they could stand a chance against the beast's wrath.

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Wordcount: 639
Total Words: 1880
(OOC: Merry Christmas!)
Tags: sorano Myrddin

[sorano]

‘Great, another strange speaking person’, Sorano thought, she was already struggling to understand the first one. That aside, she still attempted to make sense of the duo’s nonsense, deciding on giving up on trying to get them to speak, well, in a way that would allow the female to have even the slightest clue about what they were blabbing about. Regardless, it was slowly beginning to give her a headache.
Ignoring the slight whispers she could hear, which she seemed to instantly thing were directed at herself, she tried to fully understand not only what the Warden was saying, but the… Enchanter? Yeah, the Enchanter. With hearing mentions of LARPing, she began to wonder if that was actually what the two were doing. With no other explanation to go off, she decided to just assume that it was what they were doing, although still rather stupid in her opinion. Would that just be Roleplaying in a situation such as this? Whatever the case, she wasn’t going to spend long attempting to grasp the concept of it.

Placing a hand to her temple, she rubbed the side of her head in a circular motion as she followed the Warden, jumping in surprise with the sudden pointing, causing her to stop rubbing her head. She sighed a little when he mentioned that Assassins were ‘quick on their feet’, well, duh, that was why she chose the class in the first place.

“Fine, fine,” Sorano responded, trying her best to stay calm as he continued his speech, does this guy have an off switch? She could easily give him one, a sharp blow to the head would probably be just enough to do it- nah, she won’t do that, she’s not that horrible of a person, yet the fact that she was thinking of it was a sign that she was greatly losing her patience.

“A Warden, huh… I was fairly curious about that, I haven’t seen a class like that before.” She was fairly interested in this new class, not so much in the user of the class, he was beginning to get on her nerves.

“…Ah, my name. Sorano, Assassi- oh wait, you already knew that,” Sorano explained. She seemed to forget about her initial question to ask the Warden, although it had been previously ignored. Perhaps she could make another attempt, hoping it wouldn’t get ignored once again.

“Also, to make things a little easier with figuring out tactics and what not, are you sure that you don’t remember seeing anything, like, y’know, a status menu above or near it? It would have had its name there, that would be a bit helpful.” Not surprisingly, she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be getting a straight answer out of him.

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Tags: strife Myrddin ]

[Myrddin]

The young boisterous man was called Strife, his enthusiasm for being accompanied by other players was almost staggering. He requested their names and ushered them over to a shadowy area away from the prying, judgmental eyes. Myrddin followed behind them, his pace obviously slower than theirs; by the time Strife stopped walking he was still a good meter or two away. His gait was an awkward one, one that showed obvious problems with his legs. He fought to make sure his embarrassment and irritation for it didn't show on his face. He watched as the assassin was rubbing one of her temples, he made a note of a possible headache and stepped around her to the left so he could see both of their faces easily. He listened as Strife continued talking, his pretty speech was smooth, an tell tale sign he had spoken like that often.

Strife went on about each of their classes and, more or less, how squishy he was. Which was true, he knew that upon picking the class; however, he didn't need constant reminder of that. Upon his continued chatter Myrddin realized he spoke of his lack of defense in terms of scouting. With a mental sigh he suffered through the painstakingly obvious notion he wouldn't make a good scout. To which the enchanter nodded in agreement. Sorano however, spoke with checked annoyance. The muscle in her shoulder seemed to twitch, a thought of possible hostile intent maybe? If he were right in his assumption of her body language he would laugh, but at the moment he remained silent until both members of the group had spoken. The assassin, Sorano, showed her curiosity of Strife's class and followed by introducing herself and inquired on Strife's memory of the beast.

"I too and curious about what abilities the Warden doth have." Myrddin said, aware of the annoyance he was being by using the same pretty speech, but he found Sorano's reaction entertaining and was interested in how much of it she could take before belting one of them. "Also, my name is Myrddin and as you said, sir; I am an enchanter. I specialize in support and as you have no doubt noticed and thought of already; I am not a wise choice for a scout." At mention of their noticing he gestured with his right hand lazily to his legs. "As for our battle tactics, the lady Sorano has a good question. You mentioned a beast in the Greatwoods. While I haven't been in there myself, the tutorial mentioned only low level creatures being there. Perhaps you may be mistaken in the power of this beast?" Myrddin spoke with the pretty speech with much more ease than he thought he would. He began to worry he might become stuck talking in such an annoying manner.

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Tags: strife, sorano, Luiniel 
Notes: Yup. Gotta troll a bit, Sorano. Also, apologies, I forgot to mention Myrddin is level one in this thread as it is set back on the initial day of the Catastrophe.

[Luiniel]

It wasn't that hard to eavesdrop one what was going on- the boy was practically blasting the advertisement from a mega phone. The tiny fox tail had been listening the entire time though she was too lazy to make herself known at first. Then as the guy seem to pique the interest of more and more people passing by she couldn't resist herself. Climbing to her feet, she pushed past the brush where she was half hiding, half napping away from watchful eyes. Both of her hands rest on top of the hilts of the dual katanas at her waist as she strolled on over. As always there was that same wicked grin she wore- the one that said she was either itching for a fight or going to prank you. A quick scan of the trio gathered up showed her that two of the three were around her level while the enchanter was a bit above them.

"Room for a fourth?" she said as she inserted herself into the conversation. Luiniel was not one to truly observe normal manners so the fact that she asked instead of simply following them was a miracle. In this world she had no one to really cling to as she once did when she was a part of the japanese servers. Here she was friendless but looking to change that as she needed some sort of group to thrive. Whether or not they had the resolve to be those people she would find out today she supposed, she needed to surround herself with people who wanted to go to the top. "I'm not sure what sort of "vile beast" you could be refering to in such a low level area but if you'll have me I'm in as well." she said with a chuckle. Of course even the enchanter seemed to be baffled by the fact that this man was up in arms over something in the great woods.

Perhaps it was some sort of PKer and he was simply too embarassed to say? Or else maybe she missed some other crucial detail to this little "quest" of his. Either way the guy was rather eccentric and she enjoyed the company of those types. So the new Warden class was an improv tank class? She remembered reading something about it but she could not recall any of the information as it was all still too new. Luckily she built her own class more for damage than she did for tanking so she would not be a nuisance when it came to threat hopefully. However if they needed her to she could also fill the tanking role. "Names Luiniel, most tend to call me Lulu. I am a DPS Samurai, as funny as that may sound." she said with a firm tone. She wanted to make it clear that her skills were more geared towards damage, she was even lacking the taunt for now.

Her four tails swished playfully behind her as she waited to see how she would be recieved. Though hopefully by the end of the day her steel would cleave through some monsters and net her some experience. She had grown quite tired of simply sitting and waiting around town for something to happen.

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[strife]

The bold and magnificent Strife was surprised when a Fox Tail entered their conversation, but as he put it to the fair samurai: "The more the merrier, especially when fighting for justice!" At any rate, another adventurer on board with the plan would be most helpful. So then they were four, and with such a large number, the beast stood no chance. It seemed that none of these fine people had encountered the foul beast themselves, meaning that only Strife truly knew how evil this monster was. They needed to be prepared for such a beast, and scouting was precisely the way to do it. Strife nodded and listened intently as the rest of the group listed off how they worked. Strife had his own personal thoughts on each.

The Assassin Girl, Sorano, seemed to be straight and to the point. This was a useful trait to be sure, but others could find it grating. Not Strife, of course, for he valued all adventurers as their own person, with different personalities and methods. The Eloquent Enchanter, Myrddin, seemed an amiable sort, and it looked like he knew his abilities and limitations quite well. The Samurai was quite interesting, having said that they were focused on damage. Had they somehow exploited the Samurai class to build a DPS, forgoing the class's usual status as Tank? This would be quite the adventure for sure! But at any rate, the three adventurers in front of Strife seemed well equipped to handle this foul beast. The only question now was simply the creature's location.

Strife snapped to attention as Sorano inquired about what exactly he had seen while confronting the beast. "I am afraid, miss Sorano, that I cannot recall anything of the sort. I find it quite likely that I missed it in all the confusion. After all, it was quite swift in dispatching it. I only barely managed to get a good look at the beast itself! So alas, I have no idea as to it's name." Strife's mind took objection to his statement. What on earth are you doing, Richard? You got killed by a Young Pittered Boar, the most basic of monsters. You won't even be able to find it again, because they all look the same! Any one of these guys could kill it by themselves. Just admit to them you were struck down by a basic monster, and they can all stop wasting their time by being around you.

Strife knew that he was being ridiculous, but he had to do something about this boar. Anything that could strike him down like that was clearly too dangerous to keep around. It only killed you because you attacked it once and then you tripped over your own foot and didn't know how to get up while wearing your armor, you twit! You really ought to just calm down and leave these guys before you embarrass them further. Strife had to gather these heroes and defeat that monster before doubt overtook him. Clearly he was still shaken up from his defeat. He tapped his forehead twice and realized that Myrddin had just asked something as well. "I know not the beast's level, but considering the average level for the woods, I suspect it was an event of some kind. And since it has not been defeated, the event remains, and could threaten other players. I believe that this is the best course of action."

What the blooming blazes are you saying!? It was a Young Pittered Boar, level 3, and a basic monster! It's no event. What are you even saying anymore? What am I even saying anymore? I'm you! Look, let's just calmly explain that we were mistaken, apologize for wasting these people's time, and leave before we do something stupid again, okay? Strife began to take long purposeful steps away from the group, before turning to them. "Well, ladies and gentlemen. We had better get a move on if we want to locate that monster anytime soon." Beckoning to the others to follow, Strife began to slowly stride towards the Windsor Greatwood, giving the others plenty of time to catch up, and the group plenty of time to strategize. 


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Word Count: 701
Total Words: 2581
Tags: sorano Myrddin Luiniel

[sorano]

She sighed slightly in relief when the fox-tail approached, especially since she was drastically close to knocking this twit unconscious- okay, maybe nothing that bad, but still, the thought was enough to show that he was slightly getting on her nerves.


“What he said, if this monster is just as dangerous as he claims it to be, more power would be greatly helpful,” Sorano calmly spoke to the Samurai, gestering a little to Strife. What seemed to interest her about this newcomer was the fact that she described herself as a ‘DPS Samurai’, seeing as it was more of an attack based class, from what she saw, but she didn’t question it much, seeing little need to.


“I see, interesting. Although, an event where higher level monsters appear in the beginning areas of a game, I don’t think I’ve heard of such a thing. Then again, I can’t say it’s not possible, hmm…” She placed a hand to her chin, greatly considering this possibility. Of course, she had no proof of this, so she couldn’t do much else but just think about it for the time being. Then again, it sounded quite a bit strange to her, was there even an event like this on the Japanese server- who was she kidding, this was the first time she had played the game in years, what was the chances that she would be able to remember such an event? Maybe she was thinking into this a little too much, she should just wait and see what monster this guy was talking about.


“Uh, right, we've spent so much time discussing what this thing could have been… Let’s go find out what the heck it is!” Sorano exclaimed, spinning around to go follow the Warden to the Greatwood.
 

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Tags: strife Myrddin Luiniel ]

[Myrddin]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Enchanter - Scribe - Apprentice

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As another player approached the group, Myrddin took a slow and overly cautious step back. His eye scanned over the new arrival as she introduced herself, giving her class, and style of build. Her introduction was well received by the rest of the team. Strife mentioned the possibility of the beast being part of an event. Myrddin remained silent as the Warden spoke. While the enchanter was new to Elder Tale all together, ne had never heard of a game where an event would drop in the beginning area. In response, Sorana the straightforward assassin had spoken up and voiced the very same thing he was thinking. "Well...there was Destiny." He muttered absently as the digits on his left hand drummed out a simple four beat rhythm. Turning his head, the enchanter made a quick an lazy gesture to the new comer. "What do you think, Lulu?" He asked, positioning himself so he could look at the woman he was addressing. He was making overly careful movements, obviously conscious decisions, when he moved.

He ran his right hand through his braids and gently shook his fingers in an attempt to scratch his head. "But before you start; I'll be honest. I don't know anything about this game. I've played a few in the past but not Elder Tale." He gave a weak smile. "But since we got stuck in this game like a bunch of anime characters, I don't think we can safely assume things will be the same as they were before." After a moment he made the gesture to Luiniel once again. "Sorry to interrupt. Go a head, Lulu." As the words left hsi mouth he realized he had forgotten to use the pretty speech Strife had been using. "I'm a horrible troll." He muttered to himself with a smirk.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Staff

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Words: 303

Notes: I am so sorry I've taken this long. I had completely forgotten it was waiting on me. Sorry it isn't much but at least we can continue.

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TAGS: strife, sorano, Luiniel

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