Many Things to Learn

[Wedge]

Fantastic.

That is the first thing that the young man feels after he opened his eyes. All the doubts before jumping in to the virtual reality in a massively multiplayer online game called Elder Tale are gone in an instant. The first thing that the man does before he could do anything else is inhaling the air around him. The chilling breeze of fresh air feels great! Somehow feels pretty much like the air in the countryside. The young man breathes many times, inhaling and exhaling the airs nonchalantly. After the intense sensing of the air, the young man concludes that the atmosphere in this game pretty much same like the real world.

After he feels the air around him, the young man now is checking all of his five senses in this virtual world. Supposedly sight is the one checked first, but his nose keeps inhaling the fresh air mixed with various scents of people around him. Perfumes? It could be. Sweats? It is unsure. Soaps? Is that even possible? Nah, the smell does not really matters here. Perceiving sounds and images are the most important thing to be checked now. There’s nothing wrong with the eyes. The young man can see everything clearly. Apparently, there is a lot of people around this building, that very much resembles the parliament building of England in real world. Well, he heard Elder Tale’s location varies, depending on the location of the hosted server. He assumes it depends on the country that published the game. Maybe Elder Tale’s world in Japan would resemble Japan, too? It is a mystery.

Many kinds of people gather around. Many fancy attires here and there, much to his expectations. The next thing that he notices is the sound. He can hear things very well here. The young man can hear everyone talking various things here. Most of them are looking for hunting party. It’s usual in MMORPG. But seemingly this place is also a spot for gathering and doing social activities, pretty much like a city in games with similar genre. Not to mention the sound of the breeze is good around here.

The next thing to be checked is his body. He moves his limbs slowly, one by one. He starts moving his fingers, every single joint. It continues to his palms, eventually his arms and legs, and then his neck and torso. He moves every part of his body to make sure everything feels alright. Flexible. Just like his real body, everything is fluid and the feeling is so genuine. And his attire looks exactly like what he wanted.

He inspects the cape, touching it with his gloved hands, rubbing every inch of the fabric. Then he touches the black shirt underneath the cape, moving slowly to the smooth trousers on his legs. After he touch his boots and his wizard hat, he nods to himself. Everything seems fine. The last thing he wants to check is his voice. Things will be hard if he cannot speak, even if it’s in game. Since there’s no keyboard or any things to display written languages around him right now, the voice is important for him.

“A… aaaah…”

“Test.”

“Test. Test. 1, 2, 3.”

“A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z”

“Okay, the voice works very well. But it seems a bit deeper.”

The man nods to himself. His Baritone voice supposedly is a pitch higher than the ones he have now. But that does not really matter. Being older in game could give you advantages and cool stuffs anyways. Everything is ready. But wait, he got to check his in-game stuffs. Now how to open the menu again?

Oh yeah, just think about the menu and then play them with your hands as if the menus are touchscreen made from glass. And so, the man lifts his right hand, performing few swiping movement in hopes summoning the interface of the menu in front of his eyes. In a split second, windows appeared in front of the man, showing the interface of the game’s menu.

“Excellent! This is what I wanted to know.”

The man inspects the window commands in front of him, he chuckled when he sees his own face, which is just a pitch-black face with yellow eyes covered in wizard hat and cape. Pretty much like what he wanted in the character creation. Near the face display, he sees his in game nickname with two gauges that measures his health and mana.

“Wedge. Level 1 Sorcerer.”

The man keeps swiping the interface, seeking for all the informations that he wants to know. After spending few minutes of quick swipes and reading. He learned that he is also having a “Scribe” and “Apothecary” subclass, pretty much same as the information he filled in character creation. And he looks at his inventory, which is empty. And his equipment is a sheathed long sword with a grimoire.

Everything is already confirmed and he’s good to go.

But to where? The young man with Wedge as the nickname doesn’t have the slightest idea what to do. While he knows the basics of MMORPG, he’s still clueless about this game. Perhaps he should just go leveling himself by grinding on low level spots? That will be boring and not fun. It’s better to grind experience points with parties. But he does not have anyone. He’s just arrived here!

But then again, he just started playing. Maybe he should learn few things before going out and knock those monsters with his sorcery. There’s no other viable options aside from step in the crowds, hang out there and have some chit-chat with the others near this parliament building.

“Let’s begin the adventure, shall we?”

The young man said confidently as he walks, approaching closer to the crowds.

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NOTES: Fluffy entrance is fluffy. But i can't resist the urge.

[Caradoc]

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like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
Unlike some, who saw their entrances to Elder Tale as blessings, Caradoc saw the event as nothing short of a big, unfortunate curse. He was far away from anything that might've been familiar to him, be it the people, the environment, or even the language, and as he made his way to the Old Parliament Building, he fought the urge to panic. What was he doing here? Why couldn't he get out? He wanted to see Hisashi and Kaede again... He wanted to see his parents again... If he was going to be forced to stay here, in this game, he at least wanted a chance to bid the people he knew—had known—farewell. He wanted his life, as boring as it had been, back. But who was there to listen to his wishes? No one, that was who. He was alone in a world that probably shouldn't even exist, helpless to whatever it was that might come his way. As a shaman, soloing was practically impossible, especially for one as low-leveled as he, and the teen knew he had to find people to stick to and party with. He was doomed, otherwise, since it wasn't like he could do much damage even with a bow and arrows. ...Thank the lord he hadn't picked anything like a wand or staff. At least he could still attempt to do damage with a ranged weapon. Hovering near the entrance of the Old Parliament building, where many other players had gathered, Caradoc sighed. Though he wasn't comfortable with the crowd, he needed to find people for all of the above reasons, and while finding a group that had already formed might be a good idea, the boy feared that they wouldn't need anymore people, and his efforts would be in vain. That meant he had to look for people who were alone like he was, and if that were the case... Well... ...There wasn't time to balk. It was then that a person draped in blue walked by. Though he was alone, the man sounded confident about starting anew, something that Caradoc was definitely not, and the redhead knew having someone who sounded like he kind of knew what he was doing around might be a good idea. "Ah..." he murmured uncertainly, following the blue, "Excuse me... Could I party with you?" ...What an awkward beginning. A little mortified that he'd actually asked that, Caradoc sighed and backed away a little. "I mean, sorry, that was rude of me to ask out of the blue. Um..." Okay, this was even worse. Maybe he shouldn't have opened his mouth in the first place. It seemed that finding a party was going to be harder than he'd thought. Why couldn't Hisashi and Kaede have been here to party with him, like they'd said? As a shaman, he couldn't even solo now... WORDS: 477 NOTES: Sorry this is so short compared to your post. Dx TAGGED: Wedge

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The wolf-hair samurai Caerbannog had nothing much to do that day, so she decided to go out for a stroll all over Londinium. She went past the familiar buildings, some still dilapidated while most were on their way to being restored, and a handful had been cleaned up by currently-existing guilds and diligent adventurers who had purchased private homes. Caer was garbed in her usual schoolgirl outfit, a black sailor uniform with red accents. Unless the situation called for it, the samurai was not inclined to wear her bulky o-yoroi. Her nagamaki was sheathed on her side though and the usual information was displayed on her interface: name, level, class, guild, faction, hit points and mana points. One thing that she kept hidden was her race; with her wolf ears usually hidden by her thick hair and her wolf tail non-existent, it was easy to mistake her for a human samurai. Her eyes were blue that changed to a golden color only if she was in battle, or extremely pissed off, neither of which would probably happen within the walls of the city. At the moment, Caerbannog was merely a stranger in a sea of strangers composed of both adventurers and people of the land. She had a habit of checking people's information through the interface, perhaps rude but she was curious if people were landers or adventurers. Caerbannog stopped in front of the Old Parliament Building, a place that she frequented neither in London or Londinium. She had walked past it a few times but only because it was between points A and B. There was a small crowd near the building and a few others grouped nearby, perhaps some merchants or parties getting ready to set out into Windsor Greatwoods? The samurai stepped away from them so that she could examine the people around her. She had no ill intentions and she was not out to recruit people for Aeryn; if anything, she would avoid that and mostly left it up to Kumori and @0x1dea. The only people that she ever recruited into the guild was that darn Dwarf and the foxtail cleric Reynard. Both were decent adventurers in their own right and fun to be with as well. Not that she would admit that ever. In any case, that was only slightly related to the samurai's current activity. As mentioned before, she was only curious about the faction of people, whether they were adventurers like herself or people of the land like the farm-owner Rose. "Lander... lander... so many landers," the samurai muttered to herself as she quickly clicked through the interface, her hand waving away one display after another. Eventually, her focus landed on an adventurer who had just stepped into the crowd. A level 1 sorcerer. Caerbannog looked at the player itself and noted that it seemed to have been designed to look like the black mage Vivi from a certain game, or perhaps just like any black mage from that other game series. The samurai watched the sorcerer for a while, curious if it would interact with the crowd or if it will go out alone by its own self. There were many introverted players in Elder Tale, not surprising to her because many real-world introverts preferred to play MMORPGs as their sole way of socializing. The anonymity that their avatars provided gave some sense of comfort to such players, but because of the curious event that brought them into the world of Elder Tale, they had lost that vast space between themselves and the other players. Now the game was just as real as the real world, and those who dreaded socializing in the first place had to cope with their fears. Needless to say, the wolf-hair was pleasantly surprised for the sorcerer did not seem to be much of an introvert. Or it could just be good at adapting to its environment, unlike the samurai herself who hid away in dilapidated buildings when she was at that level and only went out when her dear friend Ryuu offered to hunt with her. But even more surprising than that was the presence of a shaman who walked up to the sorcerer and conversed with it. Did they know each other from the real world? That was a possibility, or they could be searching for people to party with. If she remembered correctly, shamans had the capability to go out by themselves if they used some sort of summon. A guild member, Shepard, had that sort of build but then again, there were people who went for the full support type. Sorcerers, on the other hand, Caerbannog knew little of. She had never been able to talk with one long enough for her to figure out their play styles, and all she'd seen were the adventurers that nuked everything in sight. If other games were anything to go by, that sorcerer was probably as squishy as a marshmallow and would probably die in one or two hits. The wolf-hair waited if anyone else would approach them, but after a while it was obvious that other people had their own business to tend to. Caerbannog patted down her clothes and ran her hands through her hair, careful not to show her wolf ears that hid within her black strands. She had screwed up a lot of entrances, or had just not cared altogether, but this one she wanted to do just right. The first step was always the most difficult to take but the samurai quickly got through that. Step after step, she walked into the crowd and went past the other adventurers and the landers who mingled with them. Her sight was set on the sorcerer and shaman pair, and if they so wish, she could level-synch with them if their goal was to kill some creatures for experience points. But if they only wanted a stroll through the city or through the woods, she could act as a guide and keep her level high enough so that she could defend them. "Good da-" The samurai's greeting was cut short. Someone had stepped on her foot, not uncommon in a crowd, and she had lost her balance. Caerbannog landed right on her face, her nose pressed against the cold ground. After she blinked the pain away, the wolf-hair stood up quickly and patted her clothes down. "Good day! Need a tank?" she asked Wedge and Caradoc.
OOC: If we make at least 5 posts each, this thread may be claimed as a mentor-apprentice thread ( x 1.5 AP )

[Wedge]

Too bad Wedge can’t pull out a whistle, even in a virtual world like this. At least he wants to appear like a nice, happy-go-lucky guy, so he can get parties quicker and learn things faster. Kindness is common in MMORPG, but he knows there are some people who just shrug off newbies with their low level understanding of the game. Thinking about that makes the Sorcerer sighing in disappointment. Why there must be exclusivist and elitist in this world? Can’t people just hang out and have fun together? But think again, that’s how social life works. People with prestige and higher status always look down to the lower ones. It’s commonly known in a popular sentence: “Higher ones see craps and lower ones see arseholes.”

Shrug off those thoughts for now. He’s not in the position to make complaints. And moreover, the community at this game looks very friendly. Or at least, the community in this parliament building looks friendly enough for him. Wedge continues walking in confidence, hoping that he could bump a player or two so he can form a party member and start grinding somewhere safe, where there are only Lv.1 monsters everywhere. But bumping at higher level players would be better. He can hoard bigger experience points faster and he could make it to high level sooner. Most people calls it “Leeching”, the act of being idle while having party with higher level members and doing nothing and just let them kill all the monsters for you.

While the idea is great, some people aren’t really accepting that method. Some considers that as cheating, being lazy, not putting effort, and yadda yadda yadda. The point is, leeching is a good method but not everyone is kind enough to let you leech on their party.

Goodness.

The figure in blue cape just noticed someone is following him moments ago.

As he turns himself to the direction of the voice that called for him, he sees a red-haired man with quite fancy attire. Maybe he’s also specialized in magic like him, judging from the appearance. Wedge wants to make sure, so he secretly looks at the man’s status window. A Level 1 Shaman nicknamed Caradoc. He doesn’t notice the race, though. Either it’s hidden by the man, or Wedge doesn’t notice that. But one thing for sure, he’s about the same level as Wedge and probably a good companion for party. While magic users could go solo, partying will be better and spends less time to grind.

After he hears that the man is looking for a party, Wedge is immediately hyped up. He’s more than excited to have another player to join his fray. But this red-haired man somehow is a bit… shy? Unsociable? Not good at talking his thoughts? Insecure? His groggy tone and his awkward gesture show that he’s not really the one that interacts much. Moreover the man immediately apologizes for the sudden favor. That’s a kind of funny for the Sorcerer. Despite the man’s act, Wedge is very intrigued with shy person. He always thinks that forming relationships with shy people will make stronger bonds when formed. This will be a good chance for Wedge to make friends in Elder Tale.

“Oh, good day.”

The man in blue cape greets with a friendly baritone voice while waving his right hand slightly.

“Why do you apologize? We just met and don’t know each other! You don’t really have to say sorry, because I’m also looking for some party members. I just started playing this game and I need to make myself familiar with this game.”

After that, he nods to the red-haired man, agreeing to form a party.

“So, yes. Let’s form a party and go somewhere. But I think we also need a guide. I mean, I have no idea where to go and what to do.”

And that’s the moment where another player approached both Wedge and Caradoc. But seemingly the arrival Is delayed, as the new person tripped and fell down to the ground comically. Wedge wants to laugh at this funny scene, but he tries to hold his horses, since his laughing tone is a bit creepy for some people. The redhead would hear a muffled, high-pitched cackle coming from Wedge that is trying hard to close his unseen mouth with his hands.

The newcomer, who is apparently a girl that dresses in sailor school uniform from the land of rising sun, quickly stands up and greets them, offering Wedge and Caradoc a safety warrant. It’s uncommon to see female characters in MMORPG, but it’s not really rare too. They said, emancipation? Equality? Something like that? Ah, whatever. But this girl looks friendly and eager to make a party. This is just perfect. Wedge needs this kind of player in his party.


“Aha…ha… speaking about guide…”

The Sorcerer looks at the young woman, inspecting from the top of her hair to her toe and repeating the same glance few times with his eerie yellow eyes in a rapid succession. After that he looks at the girl’s interface window. Level 90 Samurai nicknamed Caerbannog. Oh wow, what a lucky day for Wedge! He met a strong player in this place! Wedge can’t just miss this chance. Not to mention, this woman is quite beautiful too. Wedge can’t have enough time to look at her figure. But, first thing’s first.

“Good day to you too, miss.”

Wedge bowed slightly with his right arm slightly folded in front of his stomach, and his left arm nicely hidden behind his back.

“An addition of experienced player with great physical strength and defense would be great for the fray. Not to mention we still at low level and rather inexperienced. Would you join to our party and teach some things to us? I still have no clue about this game. Some advices from the expert would be very much of help and greatly appreciated.”

Wedge said every of his gratuitous word with lots of enthusiasm and confidence. Maybe it’s rare for such a newbie behaves like this. But really, acting nice makes you liked by many people!

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TAGS: Caradoc, @dindeen | WORDS: 1025 | TOTAL: 1985

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NOTES: Is Wedge's speech gratuitous enough?
EDIT: Dang, i forgot Caer disguised in school uniform.

[Caradoc]

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like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
At this moment, there wasn't anything Caradoc wanted to do more than crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment, but he figured that was something that... wasn't quite possible for him to do, given the circumstances. Hesitantly returning the man's—or at least, the redhead was definitely convinced this was a man now, since upon closer inspection, the other's face was hidden and he only had the voice to go by—wave, the teen managed a sheepish, if not wobbly, smile. "S-sorry," he apologized for apologizing, before realizing that he had apologized again when he wasn't supposed to be apologizing in the first place. "Er.. I mean... S–" Erp, better not apologize again. Clapping his hands to his mouth, the boy cut off his third apology, nervous that he might annoy his companion with his constant babbling. It was always like this back at home, and he'd learned that keeping quiet around others seemed to minimize the damage dealt to both himself and the other party, save for maybe his childhood friends. It was easier to talk to them since he didn't feel flustered all the time, and he had found that he didn't mind talking so much when people actually listened. Then again, it was probably because he was so terrible with words that nobody listened in the first place... Sighing behind the safety of his hands once again, he tried not to feel too dejected about his actions. No way anybody would want to party with someone as awkward as he was. The faceless man in blue proved him wrong though, and Caradoc brightened a little when the other nodded and agreed to form a party. Perhaps Elder Tale was a little different from the real world after all, if all people were as kind as this man with the sorcerer's hat. But that... was a little too good to be true, wasn't it? Not everyone was bound to be so nice. Perhaps it was just by luck that the man hadn't brushed him off yet. But that was what made him kind, wasn't it? Perhaps he was counting his chickens before they hatched, but the shaman liked this man's kindness, even if he didn't have a name to match with his face yet. "Um... Th-thank you. For um... N-nevermind... But... Okay," the teen agreed with a nod, a little surprised that the faceless man was just as bit as lost as he was. When the other had passed, he had sounded so confident in his words that Caradoc had assumed right off the bat the man, beginner or not, knew what he was doing. Perhaps the half-alv had assumed wrong though, though he was still grateful for the man's company nonetheless. Two heads were supposed to be better than one, right? Even if they didn't have a guide, as the man had said they should find, they might be able to figure something out together. ...Right? Right, it was best that he didn't dwell on such doubts for too long. They would only drag them down. Then there was a thump from nearby. Lost in his thoughts, Caradoc started, but (thankfully) managed not to jump in his surprise. Alarmed, he turned his gaze towards the source of the sound, preparing himself for the worst. Was it a monster? Something scary? Of course, such things were unlikely to be present at the Old Parliament Building, where there were so many players milling about. Despite the fact that many of them were probably low-leveled, with these numbers, wandering in would be the equivalent of suicide for a monster or whatever hostile creature might exist in Elder Tale. But the shaman didn't quite realize this, and his nervousness returned full force. When it turned out just to be a girl, however, the redhead would have visibly relaxed, if not for the... rather eerie if not muffled laughter that sounded beside him. That... That came from the blue man's direction, didn't it...? ...A quick glance at the other man told him that it was indeed the faceless man who was producing such a sound. B-better not think much about it. Everybody laughed differently, after all. Still, the shaman was suddenly very glad he hadn't jumped in his surprise—he definitely would have tripped as well, and that... Well... It would have been more than embarrassing. "Are you... okay...?" he asked the girl as she stood up and brushed herself off. Even if she didn't answer, he could tell she probably was, since she sounded so chipper afterwards, but the teen couldn't help banish the remnants of his concerns. Tripping wasn't the greatest experience in the world, and that was something he knew from lots and lots of personal experience. Echoing his companions greeting with a quiet "Hello.." and a small bow of his own, the shaman stayed quiet as the other man eloquently recounted their plight. It would be better for the other man to handle talking, and instead, the teen took the time to observe the two he had come to run into, sleepy red eyes moving from one person to the next. There was the man garbed in blue, the one Caradoc had approached first. He was a little strange in appearance, and seemed to like hiding his face, which made him a little mysterious. When he had bowed with his greeting, the redhead had been surprised. Bowing was something people did in his own country, Japan, out of courtesy. Perhaps this man was from his mother country...? No no, that wasn't right though, the bow had looked too western in manner. Remembering that he could check player interfaces for names, he did so for the blue-cloaked man, whose name turned out to be Wedge. Well, it was better than calling him "man in blue" all the time, and the half-alv nodded, satisfied. He didn't care much for what level anyone was, so he ignored that, but he did make note of his companion's sorcerer class. Next was the girl. It seemed she was a samurai named Caerbannog, which picked his interest. Samurai were kind of like highly offensive tanks, or at least that was how he understood them, and the teen had been planning to pick a tank class should his friends not have forced him into a support role. There was another thing that held his attention, and that was that she was dressed in what looked like one of the sailor uniforms that he saw so often around his country. Which was weird. Did that mean they had sailor uniforms in Elder Tale...? Caradoc wasn't quite sure of what to make of that, since he knew sailor uniforms were... sometimes thought of in inappropriate manners and fetishes, but he chose to ignore it in favor of entertaining the thought that she might be Japanese like he was. There was some amount of comfort in knowing that there might be someone other than himself in this foreign land that might speak his native language. Perhaps he would have to ask her later, since it would be rude to cut in when Wedge was still talking. Instead, he only nodded in agreement to the said sorcerer's words, quietly hoping that she would agree to the request. WORDS: 1209 NOTES: It was. uwu;; Finally managed to match your word counts! (I feel like I cheated though. A lot...) TAGGED: Wedge & @dindeen

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While it was indeed embarrassing to fall face-first on the ground, Caerbannog hopped right back up and stood straight as she greeted the adventurers before her. Surely, they were not new for the Calamity happened a while back, but the samurai was not too interested in their reasons for staying at that level. Who knows if they had already maxed out a different class or their subclasses? Unlike the wolf-hair who still only used her samurai class and was still working on her subclass levels. Caerbannog would not ask them about that though, and she would merely go along with whatever the two wanted. Although she was careful, the samurai preferred to take things one step at a time. She would assess the two based on what she saw and what she heard from them, rather than jump to conclusions or make pointless assumptions. She had already offered herself as a tank for their party, if they indeed were making one, and it was up to them to accept the offer. Fortunately for Caerbannog, who preferred to keep her sentences short, the sorcerer already greeted her back and gave her an idea as to what she should do. That left less work for the samurai's mind as she knew what the party wanted, though the compliments from the sorcerer left her rather uncomfortable. She waited for the party invitation and confirmed it once it showed up on her interface, but not before she took a step back still not used to things that pop up in front of her. "New?" Caer glanced over to the red-haired shaman, and back again to the sorcerer, "Can use skills?" The samurai waved for the other two to follow her. She took the main road which wove around the buildings, both dilapidated and restored, of Londinium so they would not feel uncomfortable. The wolf-hair knew a shortcut or two towards the city's gates, but that involved going through dark, scary alleys and on the top of barely-standing buildings. Every now and then, she looked back to make sure that the party members were still in her line of sight. The blinking markers on the map indicated that they were nearby but it did not show if there were any obstructions along the way. Caer also noted their physical appearance so that she would be able to tell them apart from other adventurers. Caradoc seemed to have gone for the standard player look with the colored hair and not much else. Wedge was more on the uncommon side; taller than the shaman, he was still not a 'giant' in Caerbannog's eyes so she was not afraid of him. The samurai pressed on through the crowd, careful to stay on the side that did not have too many people going against the flow otherwise she would just be pushed back. Whenever she made eye contact with landers, some of which had given her random quests before, the wolf-hair walked faster until they were out of sight. At long last, they reached the city's gates. Caerbannog took the first step forward out of the safe zone. She then ran over to empty barrels, no doubt abandoned by merchants who did not want to dispose of their storage items, and put two of them upright and side by side. She did not know which skills the sorcerer and the shaman took, but either way they could practice targeting and using skills on unassuming pieces of wood and metal. The samurai dragged another empty barrel a little further away from the first two. She stood about a meter away from it and pointed her right hand's index and middle fingers at the barrel. The objective was to show them the different ways to use skills in Elder Tale. "In the city if you use skills or weapons, the Guards might attack you," she explained, "But here, it's okay." She opened up her interface with her left hand while her right hand still pointed at the barrel, its thumb pointed upwards to the sky. The wolf-hair scrolled through her skills list and eventually, down to the Wind Bullet skill. She toggled it 'On'. "You can use skills from the Skills List," Caerbannog motioned to the empty air in front of her, for adventurers could only see their own lists, "Or you could just think about the skill and use the animation or casting move that would trigger it." In this case, the samurai used both: she toggled Wind Bullet through her interface, and then her hand's actions led to the usage of the skill. Caerbannog pulled the 'trigger' by moving her thumb forward and downward; a small, condensed pocket of wind flew from her fingertips and shot right through the barrel. It left a rather jagged, circular mark through the wooden object. At such close proximity, the speed of the attack just moved through the wood and left a hole in its wake instead of shattering it completely. Wind Bullet's short cooldown then began, and Caerbannog put her right hand up just to make sure that she would not accidentally 'shoot' anything. "For new skills, maybe easier if you use interface first to see animation or casting movements," the wolf-hair pointed out, "Some people yell the name of their attack." She did not go on to say what she really thought about that... that it was impractical and rather ridiculous, except of course if the user meant to make a grand show of their attack. In most cases, the opponent would be able to avoid an attack if its name was yelled out, especially by melee users. Perhaps for magic users, it was less of a problem though that would draw the attention to themselves. Well, for now the sorcerer and shaman could just use whichever method they preferred and think about it later on. As long as they were able to use a skill somehow, then that would make their daily life in Elder Tale a bit easier. "Oh! But that's only for active skills," the samurai reminded, "If you have toggled skills, you can activate from interface or by thinking that you want it toggle on or off."
OOC: Target practice on the barrels, or on each other (for support skills). Caer does tend to leave out pronouns and such when she speaks. Mouse over Wind Bullet to see its description.

[Saskia]

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A pinkette haired Wolf Hair nuzzled into a ball as she drooled lightly upon the back of her hand, snoring a bit and rolling over on her side in a fetal position underneath the sheets of her bed. Her cute little ears perked up as they twitched with a vibrant ring as the sweet serenade of of the sweetsong coming from the delightful mockingbirds that fluttered among the skies outside and rested on the edge of an inn that had a small wooden sign hanging from the top that read “Drowsy Drifter Inn”. She tossed and turned in her sheets as she grew more consciously awake and aware of the sound as it grew louder and louder in her ear. A bright flash of light from the window sill beckoned the slits of her eyes to open as she squinted, absorbing the sparkling rays of sunlight into her eyes and smacking her lips a few times. She lifted up her slender wrist to the edge of her pink strawberry colored lips and proceeded to wipe the slobber from her mouth as she groaned in a very reluctant manner to get out of bed. She slid the sheets down slightly, to revealed the pink tangled blur of hair that adorned her hair, while it was vibrant and fluorescent in nature, it made a rather sloppy bedhead in the morning and draped wildly over shoulder in an unkempt and untamed manner.



Drowsy eyelids danced around the room as she tried to take in her surroundings, sliding her back against the bedpost and staring around at the walls blankly. She rubbed her forehead and scrunched up her eyebrow, as she took her other hand and tosses the blue linen aside in a rough way. She drug her upper body to sit up as she slid her feet onto the ground to relax on the edge of the bed. Tiny knuckles swept across her face to the inside trim of her eye and began to wipe the sleepy crust from out of them. Her jaw dropped low nd her mouth opened wide, exuding a loud yawn as she stretched her arms out as full length and began to dazzle her fingers, wiggling them about like a child. She gripped the edge of the bed before pushing of it as she slid her feet across the ground and began scratching at her belly button. She was dressed in a rather prepubescent wardrobe consisting of light blue footy pajamas with bright yellow duckies patterned all over them. She raised a slim ivory pinky to her right ear and began digging inside, as her feet shifted against the surface, carving out a nice chunk of sticky earwax as she withdrew her pinky and stared at it while she snickered.



“I bet I could build my own personal tower of babylon in a few years!”



She glanced about the room, shifty eyed as she scurried over to the edge of the bed and began to crawl on all fours and reach underneath, sticking her finger into a hole of the wooden floorboard, an prying a loose piece of it off to access her secret hiding spot for her grotesque collection. Polished fingers curled around the top of a jar and slid it out from the cranny and up by her bosom as she caressed the jar and raised it up in the air. The bottom layer would be caked in green waxy goo, as Saskia carefully unscrewed the top with her free hand and with an evil manical grin like the wicked witch of the west, she scraped the wax o her finger by flicking it into the jar, thus completing her estranged morning ritual. She slid her coveted jar back into it’s spot and slid the wooden board back into place, before raising her head up and noticing the unmade bed. With her serious obsessive compulsiveness she snarled at the site and began wrestling with the sheets to get them folded neatly upon the bed.



“Now, it’s time to get ready for breakfast!”



A rather heinous proposition indeed after completing such an act! However, our little Saskia was a rather firm believer in hygiene and made her way over to the bathroom to begin preparations for the day ahead. After a delightful misadventure on the toilet and setting a new personal world record. She proceeded to wash her hands using a bar of soap and a towel with a bucket of warm water. She then began to press a heated towel against her face, rubbing it against her soft skin. She picked up a toothbrush and began to brush her shiny white pearly teeth and made goofy expressions and fish faces while she gargled and spit. Next on the agenda was taming that wild mane that dangled haphazardly all over her face. She spread out her legs, swinging her hands at her side and then proceeded to whip her hair back and forth as if she were in some music video. She grabbed a brush and began to brush her pink luscious strands of hair while speaking to the mirror as she began chuckling like the morning person she was, on occasion. Though most of the time she was a complete and utter bombastic b**** joy to all mankind and god’s gift to Elder Tales.



“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the prettiest of them all?”



“Why, yes, you are, of course, dear. You are a Radiant Queen!”



She exclaimed in self-glorifying dialogue with herself as she brushed her hair.



The strands of her hair were a lot more maintained and neat in appearance and held a captivating allure as they sparkled in the light. Her hair follicles were very thick and held a rather healthy shine to them as the pink rose petal hue dance about her shoulders fantastically. She laid the brush down and began running slender pink fingernail polished fingers through her hair like some barbie fashion icon as she snapped her fingers and swayed her hips singing in a vibrant cheer. “I woke up like this~ Flawless!” Shortly before passing a rather toxic cloud of gas. She giggled mischievously like a child as she placed a delicate hand over her lips in sarcastic feigned guilt. Having no shame, she began to fan the fumes from her rear until she caught a whiff and couldn’t bear it anymore as her eyes began to tear up at the corners and she coughed roughly. “God damn those enchiladas! The effects here are as real as in the real world. That ought to be a damn debuff!” She exclaimed as she rushed for the door, swinging it open, and sliding her body through the other side, before slamming it shut. “Well I guess that will be a nice little extra ‘tip’ for the maid...” Saskia snickered as she walked a few steps away from the door, twirling about like an angelic ballerina. She simply loved being in her footy pajamas, but realized it was quite impractical to be wearing outside among the other adventurers and landers in the city.



She raised the palm of her right hand and began to curl out her fingers then contract them as a vast array of electronic light burst from her palms and swirled into a enigmatic web of virtual data that weaved into the luminescent existence of a wondrous and semi- transparent interface menu that displayed various data and statistics. Using her fingers to manipulate the menu, she began to input a series of commands to access her inventory menu and equip her platemail armor, sword, and shield. She didn’t make a big fuss about wearing better armor in such a low level zone, and didn’t care to show off her better gear in front of the other adventurers. Besides, this helped her seem a little less intimidating to the newer players in the area and didn’t make her much of a target for wandering PKers. She fluttered about the room as her footy pajamas began to dissolve and then morph into a metallic suit of armor fitting of a lovely sword maiden. Saskia cracked her knuckles like a sinister tomboy as her slim figure walked out to the edge of the door. Her heavy iron greaves pounded upon the wooden surface as she curled her fingers around the door and heaved it open, passing through in an authoritative nature as she sensed a sudden shift in atmosphere.



Flagons clanked against tables and the tavern below was filled with the lively chatter of drunken patrons as promiscuous vixens that passed by as waitresses, greedily desiring their tips. In the corners of the room, shifty eyed gamblers would throw their hands up in vibrant cheer or their heads down in brutal defeat over the outcome of poker games and rolls of the dice. Bards played mystical melodies as new incoming guests warmed themselves by the fireplace. Saskia quickly made her way down the steps and weaved past staggering drunkards in their alcoholic stupor and filthy pickpockets, as she kept a hand clenched over her guild pouch, making her way to the counter where orders were filled at the diner. She peaked over and began to wave over at one of the Landers, a Jolly cook with the spitting image of a salty sailor.



He began to knead the dough relentlessly, shortly before sneezing rather roughly into the palms of his hand, before staring at the green goo, wiping it on his apron, and proceeding to knead the dough with his hands again. He noticed Saskia out of the corner of his eye and took a few steps over, smiling with a wicked grin.



“Oi, well hello there, love! What can I get’cha?”



Felicia: [Ghetto accent] Ohhhhh helllll no! Girl! Did you just see that? I know like hellll he did not just sneeze, wipe his nasty paws on his apron, then just play it off like it’s cool and go straight back to putting his hands back in the dough! Uh uh! Somebody need to call the damn health inspector and shut this place down!



Hope: [Scottish accent] Oi, well you know, they did say they had a hidden family recipe! One of the nine wonders of the world! I guess we know what’s in their secret sauce now!



Elizabeth: [Posh British accent] How Quaint...and who’s bright idea was it to come to this cheap motel...I’ve seen dogs in better living quarters...



Hope: Oi, well I’m sorry we couldn’t kick the princess out of her royal castle and prepare the hot tub for you with the finest spring water imported from France for you milady...this is a lovely spot in the city!



Lady Steelheart [British accent] : Yeah, a good spot for brigands and filthy scumbags...we need to move...



Elizabeth: Ohhhh, I know~ How about we visit that lovely little bistro on the outskirts of town? Ladies? All in favor?



All Four: Aye~



“Errr...uhmm...actually..I was just thinking...Vegan! Yes! I’m Vegan! Dreadfully sorry...I suppose I’ll have to go across the street and order myself a salad. Got to watch the carbs, you know...” Saskia chuckled nervously as she smiled faintly, retracting her head back away from the disgusting cook as he wiped his nose and spoke to her, while trying to remain as tactful as possible.



“Oi, well uhm, we’d love to earn ya business! I got a couple of vegetables that I chopped up in the back if you-..”



“Oh, no, no, no, that’s quite alright, dear, really...I wasn’t...I wasn’t hungry...now...perhaps...perhaps later...” Saskia replied as she entered a state of withdrawl and began backing away from the table slowly.



“Alright, love, I’ll hold you to that!” She smiled wide with grimy yellow teeth and a fuzzy goatee.



“You do that...” Saskia said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, scoffing at the thought o the gentleman.



Felicia: Ewwww, like somebody want to taste his booger juice! I ought to sue them for that enchilada I ate, ain’t no telling what they put in that...goblin meat, rat meat...werecat meat....ew!





Her sapphire eyes dilated as she cringed and shivered making her way past gentlemen that brushed themselves a little too close for comfort. The eerie feeling made her feel somewhat claustrophobic as she maneuvered through the clutter of pedestrians and out the door. She inhaled a breath of fresh air as she escaped the human tundra and emerged in the bright light of the bustling city. The loud clatter of blacksmiths pounding against steel and carpenters sawing wood at the mill could be heard. Artisans were busy working in tandem with the carpenters to rebuild the city back to it’s former glory as merchants progressed through the city with a caravan of elixers, protected by a convoy of guardians, assassins, and wardens. Saskia glanced about the dirt path with a cocky grin as she tapped on the hilt of her sword with a righteous smirk and began to walk north towards the stables in the city of Londiminium.



Her trek was met with sights of many dwarves carrying heavy loads into the city and a few elven mages encircled in a group at the edge of a library seemingly discussing the use of many different spells and their effects of differentiating slimes, depending on color. Saskia seemed to walk briskly, with a sense of purpose and drive as she approached the stables. Her nose wrinkled up as she began to inhale the disgusting scent of horse manure. There was no doubt about it. She was in the right place. She placed a few wary steps around the eastern most side of the stable as she made sure not to disturb the other horses in the stable. She carefully tiptoed her way quietly to the last stall where she saw a vanilla coated tail swish about wildly. As she got closer she saw the majestic white stallion in his stable eating hay and raising his head to greet her with a wild neigh as he turned around and began bobbing his head up and down, blinking at her in bewilderment. Recognizing her her advanced a few steps, and nuzzled his head against the breast of her armor. Like a nurturing mother, she ran her hands, which were soft to the touch, across the horses side, stroking it’s belly as she whispered sweetly to it.



“Hello, Icarus, my sweet little baby~ Your coat is getting shinier by the day, sweetheart. I’m so proud!”



She could see a courageous glow in his eye. His behavior was far unlike before with he was but a timid little pony. Now, we was a magnificent warhorse that she had bred him for weeks to be after strenuous training and discipline in their adventures together. She burst with joy, her smile seemingly ripping at the seams. She walked over to the side where a wooden post lie. Attached to the wooden post was a rope tied in a knot around it that was attached to the colt’s saddle. Using finesse and a bit of sleight of hand, Saskia managed to untangled the rope and free the animal as he obediently stayed put as Saskia ran a gentle hand through his platinum blonde mane. She really adored her animal, having ridden horses for quite some time in the real world. She simply couldn’t resist picking the cavalier class, though it was a close tie between idol, courtesan, and dancer. She gripped the knob of the saddle and gripped the wooden saddle, as she dug the tips of her iron greaves into the slot where she could step up. With a light grunt, she hoisted herself up, and swung a leg around the other side as she mounted the tamed beast.



She gripped tight the reigns and leaned forward before speaking to her faithful pet with her left hand and proceed hold out her right hand and contracted the muscles in her fingers as she channeled energy into a mystical crystalline design that shattered into the brilliant landscape as a digital map was produced of the surrounding territories. She was sure Bailin was close by, so she decided to send him a party invite on a separate part of her interface menu, that way they could be aware of each others location if need be that they meet up. Her eyes darted back to her map as she scrutinized it carefully for a moment before mentally marking a set path out in her mind to her destination.



“Oi, Icarus, guess what Ol’ Sassy’s got cooked up for us today?” Saskia said as she cast out an adventurous aura while getting at the bright burnt orange dawn of the sun peaking over the horizon. “That’s right, love. A lovely day filled with wondrous adventure!”



She cracked the reigns lightly after her vibrant cheer and smiled warmly as the horse began to trot out of the stables and headed south towards the open road. She bounced lightly like a tin can on the ivory horse in her suit of armor, looking like a proper sword maiden indeed. The horse began to kick up bits of dust and debris as the sand swirled beneath it’s feet as it dash in a hasty thunderous gallop across the city before making it’s way to the outer city gates.



Suddenly she saw a woman out of the corner of her eye that was shifting barrels about. Curiously, Saskia tugged at the reigns of her horse as she made him slow down and trot to a halt. Her eyes squinted over what was going on in diligent observation as she scanned over the group. Her eyes had this magnetic attraction to the woman. Her faced seemed uncanny, as if Saskia had seen it before. She looked like one of the women that was coupled up with a rather fine gentleman during the dance competition event at the Snowdonia Winter Ball, but Saskia couldn’t be too sure, as everyone was dressed very formally for the occasion. On this day however, the wolf hair samurai was adorned in a cute school girl uniform that made Saskia giggle to herself. It was a nice design and held a bit of class to it’s features, but it seemed awfully impractical for lugging round barrels. A sharp and inquisitive brow rose to a heightened sense of alert once she zoomed in on the adventurer’s level data that appeared over her head. Saskia’s pupils dilated to the size of a nickel almost as whistled, clearly impressed by the sight.



Her eyes then wandered to two figures that seemed to have hobbled toward her with a look of intrigue in their eyes. The first one that caught her attention was Wedge. She found his appearance absolutely irresistible and laughed at the thought of how he looked like a cute little plushy doll. She adored his quirky little face and even contemplated kidnapping him and shoving him in her closet and keeping him as a pet. However, she snapped to reality and realized that under that exterior, he was human too. Also there was the fact that the level 90 Samurai might hack her in half if she where to just run off and grab the plushy man. Samurais were crazy dangerous with their ranged attacks and sharp katanas. Saskia never fought one and she wasn’t looking to pick any fights anytime soon.



Her eyes shifted to a solemn looking male. She was suddenly struck with a light sorrow in her chest as the boy seemed a bit lonely and shy as he stood in a wary way among the group. She tilted her head in a concerned smile and began to smile as she thought about how his ruby red eyes matched the crimson red jewels of her tailor Mitsuru’s eyes. They had a ominous glare that made Saskia squint and gaze into them deeper. She took noted of his fiery red hair and it made her smirk as she fell in love with the combination. It was rather unique in her eyes and Red was among her favorite colors. Still, it was an odd choice of color, seeing as red generally demonstrates a sense of boldness whereas the boy might strike anyone as timid in nature. Saskia stroked her chin at the thought. Maybe perhaps he will grow bolder in time.



As she watched over the group she realized that the Samurai was helping teach the other two about the mechanics of the game and it’s features. This produced a heartwarming and pleasant smile upon Saskia’s face as she embraced this hope for humanity to work together to achieve a common goal. She nodded her head several times in brief affirmation, as she was very proud of what she saw.



She tugged on the reigns, as she brought herself closer to the demonstration by her fellow Wolf Hair as she seemed to be busy interacting with her interface menu.







"You can use skills from the Skills List," The young Samurai spoke as she motioned to what she was mentioning in her words. "Or you could just think about the skill and use the animation or casting move that would trigger it."



Saskia nodded her head several times in agreement as she cheerfully watched the presentation of a rather useful long ranged skill as the wolf hair made a gun like gesture with her finger and collapsed her thumb forward, which in turn hurled a swirling wind bullet towards the barrel, making a rather nice pinging noise as it created a bit of a dent in it’s side. The noise made Icarus neigh loudly and shake his head about roughly, as he was lightly startled by the incident, and couldn’t discern whether it was hostility or not. Saskia petted the horse to try and sooth him and calm him down as the Samurai continued her speech.



"For new skills, maybe easier if you use interface first to see animation or casting movements," the wolf-hair pointed out, "Some people yell the name of their attack."



Saskia nodded her head in brief agreement, though she herself wasn’t to fond of the latter idea for the same reasons. A lesson she had to learn the hard way against a rather big oaf of a guardian in the forest while having to help rescue a friend’s daughter from brigands. The idea made Saskia bite her lip and roll her eyes with embarrassment as she inclined her ear to listen once more to the girl adorned in the neat school uniform.



"Oh! But that's only for active skills," the other wolf hair added, "If you have toggled skills, you can activate from interface or by thinking that you want it toggle on or off."



Saskia paused politely for a moment, waiting for the opputune moment to make her gallant entrance and introduce herself to the crowd. She was feeling a bit friendly this morning and felt like meeting some new adventurers would definitely brighten her day. She advanced forth, nudging Icarus to take a few steps forward towards the group.



“Why, hello, everyone! Good morning to you all! It’s a beautiful day to get in some early training under your belt. You’re definitely at a healthy advantage learning with an experienced player like herself. She’s probably well on her way into the endgame content and knows many valuable tricks of the trade that she can pass on. Though I’m pretty sure she and I can agree whereas yelling out your commands might be stunning and theatrically appealing for a grand display. It may cost you if you try to employ those methods in a bit of PvP action! Some of those counterattacks can be quite brutal!” Saskia chuckled as she trotted along with her horse. “You’re giving a rather splendid introduction to the basics of combat, if I do say so myself, my fellow Wolf Hair friend. Education suits you quite well.”



Saskia beamed with delight as she smiled gracefully at the group. “Speaking of education, my friends and I were actually going to start a Guild for things like this. The Vylbrand Academy of Mystics, Tactics, and Trade. We have a few Resident Professors, however we also simply adore having guest speakers present to tutor and help mentor our aspiring students. Especially talented ones from other guilds such as yourself. Also we are holding open enrollment here in the next few weeks in Londiminium.”



Saskia glanced over towards the pair of new players.



“I’ve got quite a bit of time to kill. Mind if I help you show them the ropes? I always find if fun watching them learn...”



“My name’s Saskia, by the way! I’m a level 15 Guardian/Cavalier hybrid. You can think of me as the noble mounted knight in shining armor. “ Saskia giggled as she tapped on the hilt of her sword that was sheathed in it’s blue scabbard that was adorned with golden lacing. Her shield was strapped tightly to her back as she towered over them on her horse. “So, tell me a bit about yourselves, what first three skills did you choose so we can get an idea of what direction you’re looking at going.”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 4300
Post Theme Song: Feel the Freedom
TL;DR: After wonderous misadventures, Saskia bumped into your training session. Mentioned the Vylbrand Academy of Mystics, Tactics, and, Trade. Asked about participating and helping teach you guys about the different features of the game. ^^ 



TAGS: Wedge Caradoc @dindeen Bailin

template by caesar

[Bailin]

During his afternoon stroll Bailin noticed a familiar appearance a long way out. Checking his map it looked an awful lot as if Saskia was riding out somewhere. As he shrugged a feeling of curiosity and playfulness filled his chest. ‘Why not play a game of hide and seek, it’ll also give me a good opportunity to test my new toys out.’ He thought to himself as he took up his musket and screwed his scope upon it. According to the description the scope should enhance both his accuracy and range even though for a small bit.


‘All right, so if I recall correctly the effective range of a musket is about 100 meters, meaning it would be 50 meters here, adding the scope it would be around… 75 meters maximum.’ He thought to himself, taking his musket in both his hands and running off, trailing behind the shape that resembled his girlfriend, her being much faster on her horse than he was on foot. After a while of running after the ever decreasing shape Bailin noticed that she had stopped. Running a bit further towards one of the trees near where the Saskia-shape had stopped. Crouching down so he would be smaller and thus less easy to see he started staring at the shapes in front of him. One of the shapes resembled Icarus, the shining person in heavy armour on it would probably be Saskia. The other shapes he did not know, nor could he guess who they were.


‘Oh boy, what has she gotten herself into this time…’ he thought to himself, lying down on the ground, placing the butt of his musket gently against his right shoulder, index finger outstretched along the trigger, his right cheek against the side of the musket’s butt. Placing his left arm in front of him at an angle as to make it a resting point for the stock of the musket upon which the barrel was placed. Spreading out his legs a bit so he would lie comfortable Bailin started peering through the scope, eyeing the now four figures standing about 60 meters away. Unawares to him the sun reflected from the point of his rifle making him visible from a distance as if he were shining with a mirror.

WC: 380

Wedge Caradoc @dindeen Saskia

*OC: Both gun purchase and AP claim are pending, thus, unless I’ve misunderstood the rules on it, Bailin is provisionally lvl 11/11/1. If I am mistaken, please tell me and I’ll fix it ;)*

[Wedge]

Wedge glanced back and forth between the girl in the school uniform and the red-haired man. No more words spoken from both parties. This only means one thing. He should form the party and invite both of them. Without further ado, the caped man swipes his hand on the thin air, performing swift and smooth motion to find the interface where he could invite the two to his party, only to find nothing. Or maybe there’s an option to make a party, but he’s being too fast and didn’t noticed it. He decided to try it from their interface. Gladly there’s an option to give a party invitation. No more hesitation, he quickly sends an invitation to form a party to Caradoc and Caerbannog. One newbie and one veteran is enough for Wedge, he can’t wait to start his adventure very soon.

“New?”

“Started playing three minutes and fifty seconds ago.”

“Can use skills?”

“I don’t really know how to use them, maybe you can teach us how to do it?”

That said, the girl waved at Caradoc and Wedge, trying to imply that they should follow her for the basic lessons. Wedge have no other choice aside from following the girl and learning the basics from her for a while. So he decided to go with the flow and starts walking, following the girl to wherever she would go. He looked at the redhead, telling him to start walking too. She walks quite fast, much to Wedge’s surprise. Walking too slow at this place would make you lost in the middle of the crowd. Wedge takes a sight on the Shaman every now and then, fearing that he would lost in the middle of the crowd.


“We gotta walk faster, you don’t want to get lost.”

The Sorcerer says in a friendly tone. Then he continues walking.

In the middle of the walk, he tries to observe the girl carefully. He really hoped that the girl isn’t having a negative impression about his stare. He’s just realized he’s taking an interest to this girl. His peeking eyes are just an expression of this man to give his admiration towards the girl’s beauty. Her figure is quite short, but it looks normal for girls. Most girls are relatively as tall as this girl. A bit of surprise that she chose a Samurai class for her adventure. He wondered why this girl chose this class. Perhaps she’s a fan of the blade? Or maybe she lives in honor and chose a honorable class like Samurai? Actually that’s none of Wedge’s business. But knowing some fun facts gives personal satisfaction and amusement!

Eventually this walking brings the party to the city’s gate. Maybe she wants to bring the party to somewhere out there with low level monsters as practice target? But seemingly not, she brings the party to a place that seemingly is full with… abandoned barrels? Yeah, maybe before doing things to the real monster, he got to learn how to control his body and his ability in this world. He still need to learn things, after all.

The Sorcerer listens to every single word that the Samurai explains. Since it’s a virtual reality MMORPG, it’s logical that you can perform the ability by thinking about the ability and performing a move that would trigger the skill instead of opening the interface, clicking it, and wait for your body to move by itself and activates the skill. Wedge nods to the girl’s explanation while focusing on her right hand that is pointed on the barrel.

She fired a compressed air bullet to the barrel.

That’s interesting. There’s an ability like that in this game, something that is rare for the Sorcerer’s eyes. After the whole explanation thing, the Sorcerer gets the big picture. Now the only thing that he should do is practicing. But first, before he could do anything, he got to check his inventory once again.

“Alright, miss. Thank you for the explanation. Now let me check what I have here first.”

With some nimble movements, a bright light appears on Wedge’s right hand. It seems that he is equipping something. After a brief moment of flash, the light dissipates, revealing a small book. Not really thin, but not that thick either. It looks like a notebook, with worn out brown cover and writings of unknown symbols printed on the cover. Wedge pulled out a grimoire, his starting weapon as sorcerer.

“Let’s see… so I have this book as a weapon. I’m sure that I don’t throw this book or whack it at the target to attack. So let’s see what’s in this book. Perhaps there’s a guide about how to use this book as the weapon.”

“Since I’m a Sorcerer, supposedly there’s some kind of magic spell here, let me see… uh…”

The man carefully opens his book, hoping that there’s something useful to help him understand the grimoire. However, the problem is, the grimoire is empty. The only content of the grimoire is a bunch of unknown symbols written in the first page. Wedge’s eyes narrowed. While indeed that the text is not an alphabet or symbols from the languages in the real world, Wedge somehow knows the meaning of the symbols printed on the grimoire.

“…I can’t read these writings, but I have a strong feeling that I know the meaning of these symbols.”

Wedge then looks at the barrel in front of him while having his right hand holding the Grimoire. His left palm is opened wide, directed towards the barrel.

“So… magic… explosion… wave… incantation and imagination… maybe something like… Hocus Pocus?”

*Fwoosh!*

*Bam!*

As the magic word spelled and he imagined something coming out from his hand, Wedge’s palm materialized a bright, blue sphere of energy before it blasted to the barrel a split second later. The energy sphere clashed with the barrel and creates a small explosion, leaving a small hole on the barrel. The Sorcerer’s eyes is totally surprised with his skill. Grimoire’s magical blast is something terrific! He knew he didn’t picked a wrong weapon to compliment his sword!

“W-wow… that’s going a bit further than what I imagined.”
Wedge takes a bit of breather and looks again at the hole he created at the barrel. He really didn’t expected the magical blast from grimoire is that much. Maybe he should tests skills for now. The man tries to access his interface once again and looks at the skill list that he picked.

“Okay so there is—“

Wedge suddenly paused his actions and cancelled his access to interface window as he noticed there’s another person coming to the training ground. A war maiden in shining armor. Okay, that’s an overstatement. But the image of a war maiden is imprinted on Wedge’s mind upon looking at the vibrant, magenta-haired woman in knight armor, riding a white stallion. The Sorcerer has no time to check on her status, but he knows this woman is quite an experienced player. Her speech is a bit flourish, quite interesting. She also openly states that she is opening a guild.

Something to be noted. Maybe joining a guild would be fun. But Wedge wants to get used with the world first. While being a guild is a luxury, a guild is also a burden. Honor and reputation is invisible weight that people carry when they joined a guild. And Wedge isn’t really a person that likes prestigious things. He just want to stay low and humble while enjoying his adventuring experience at ease. And this time she asks what skills that Wedge and Caradoc picked.

Wedge is a bit of embarrassed about this. His choice of skill is a bit awkward, his equipments too. While it seems nice to have a magical blast from grimoire, the rest that he picked is something less powerful. He only picked Mana Arrows, Spellwalk, and Blink. He picked it with a reason, though.

Learning from his past days in MMORPG and interested with the “Spell Blade” concept in a certain RPG that he played in an old game console long time ago, he chose to try the build that would excels both in melee and ranged battles, melee and magic as the trump card. He could care less about defense once he got good armors, but seemingly it needs thorough planning and crafting.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Caerbannog replied with a sincere smile.

“Your declaration of making a guild should be noted. Maybe I will check on that some time later.”

Wedge added casually, while accessing his skill list.

“Let’s see… Mana Arrows. Blink. Spellwalk. Not really that impressive.”

Wedge understates his words, trying to hide that he’s building something innovative. No, he’s just being shy. No hard feelings intended.

“I’ll try Mana Arrows.”

“So, all I have to do is imagine that Mana Arrows coming from my… hand?”

A thin, white colored line of light blasted from Wedge’s arms, moving through the hole he created earlier.


“You should show us some of your skill too.”

Wedge pats the redhead’s shoulder, trying to give some motivation. Should the Shaman shows his Skill, Wedge reacted with clapping his hands, stating that the shaman's skill is fantastic.


“Already getting the hang of it? If yes, that’s good. I would like to teach you guys more but i just remembered that I have to go and do some urgent quest.”

The girl in school uniform suddenly wanted to leave.

Oh… much dismay. The man is just about to get friendly with her, now she got to do something else? There’s another experienced player, though. So Wedge is not really at loss. But that girl seems like a fun person. Maybe he should add her to his friend list.

“Oh… well… very well, then. But before you leave, can I have you in my friend list? I would need your help sooner or later.”

“Sure!”

After the whole process of the friend list, Caer waves at everyone and runs away to somewhere unknown.


“I’ll be taking my leave, see you guys later!”

The man in cape waves back, waiting until she completely leaves the scenery. Now, what to do…

“So… do you mind if I invite you to our party? I would like to grind some levels.”

Wedge asked with an uncertain tone.

There’s another person watching the group from afar, but Wedge doesn’t really notice it, since his sight is focused on the war maiden in front of him.

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TAGS: Caradoc, @dindeen, Saskia, Bailin | WORDS: 1748 | TOTAL: 3733

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SKILLS USED: Mana Arrows

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NOTES: Caer said that she'll be leaving. So i controlled her character a bit. A bit sloppy at the end, my brain is kinda fried _(:'3

[cortana]

Cortana had many things to learn, that was a given, that would always be true. But since her arrival in Elder tale 1 year prior she had dedicated herself to learning how to move. Suddenly having legs can really knock you off ya' feet. Literally, and figuratively. While still a little wobbly at times, and still a bit inept at standing still without falling, she had achieved what she wanted and was eager to finally set out, and experience life once again. Her search for fun was going to begin!

When not learning to walk she had often just experimented with the weapons and skills she had. Not against anything, just into the air or against rocks mostly. Her rough Katana wasn't great but it did its job, and felt like it could defend her in a pinch, thus it was her primary weapon. However it was not her favourite weapon, that was reserved for guns. At least, the concept of guns. The pistol she kept, was good for practicing the combat strategy she had in mind, but she was disappointed at just how small it was. Puny little pistol. She wanted a real gun, a cannon in her arms that really felt like power.

Alas, that would have to wait, and for now she just practiced using <<Quick Swap>> to quickly change between her sword and her gun, using <<Arrow Revolver>> once or twice between just basic attacks and then switching back. She had even started to try her hand at <<Accel Dance>> but the increased speed often landed her tumbling about into the ground. More practice required.

Cortana had taken to strolling around town most days, looking for something interesting and maybe a party to finally go out and do something with. It was on such a stroll that she noticed a strange boy, looking much younger than his age half assed sneaking around with something in his hands. Something magical. Something amazing. Something that made Cortana's eyes go bright with excitement! But why was he sneaking, in a city? It's not like he could attack anyone, not successfully at least. Cortana figured it must be something more docile, possibly a game, or an act of jealousy perhaps. Either way, she didn't care, the musket he carried was all that mattered.

With a hand against the wall of a simple in she leaned against it for balance and peaked around the corner, watching the man as he moved. She darted to a tree, and then another, following him from the shadows, as he followed someone from the shadows. She however, was a sneaky assassin, so at least fit the part, the boys heavier armour made his sneaking almost comical. Her armour was a simple big of leather gear that covered her torso, waist and hips modestly. Too modestly for her taste, it was one of the things she wanted to replace, and soon.

Whatever the boy was doing, she wasn't going to let him get away from her without explaining where he got that gun. A two handed gun was what she craved, even if his didn't quite suit her tastes it was leagues better than the pistol she had. With her goal set, she began her attack. She lowered herself closer to the ground, still leaning against the tree, and then took off, making a bee line for her target. With his eye down the scope she assumed she would be in the clear of detection, but tried to keep unseen and unheard anyway.

When she was finally close enough she leaped off the ground towards him, and stretched out her arms. Her attack was not a conventional one, nor did it cause any damage, but with her bust, and tight arms, she was sure she could shock and awe him into submission, and make his sorry soul spill the beans on his hardware. She would land, her feet touching down just behind him, but her forward force would continue, her bust would crash into the back of the boys neck, and her arms would swoop in around his torso, grasping at his chest to prevent escape. Her face would find its way alongside his, so her cheek brushed up against his and then whispered in her soft seductive voice. "Hello, cutie-boy"

(OOC: This intrusion is brought to you by Saskia. Blame her for everything :P WC: 715)

[Caradoc]

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like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
There wasn't much left for Caradoc to say, so he kept quiet. It wasn't like his input mattered much anyway, since anything he could have said would have pretty much been an echo of what his fellow newbie was saying. So when the girl asked the two of them whether they were new and if they could use their skills, the redhead stayed silent as his companion spoke up. In the period of his silence, he gratefully accepted the blue-caped man's party invite though, and he watched as Wedge's health and magic point bars joined his own in the corner of his vision. As the girl waved at them, obviously telling them to follow her, Caradoc sighed. Where were they going now? Hopefully nowhere scary. Perking up when his friend turned towards him, the half-alv nodded and then they were off, following Caerbannog to wherever it was that they were going. Was it a field? Or somewhere else? It was tough though, to make his way through the crowd when their guide moved so quickly, and he struggled to keep in sight of the blue cloak and sorcerer's hat of his companion, as well as the sailor uniform clad veteran. Being on the shorter side, the redhead didn't have the luxury to peer above others' heads, and he was more than glad when Wedge paused to make sure he hadn't been left behind. A mumbled agreement later, and he was following the sorcerer's footsteps, sticking close but not so close that he would intrude in the mage's personal space. Eventually, the trio arrived at the city gates, and the redhead steeled himself, preparing for whatever might come next. It was only a few abandoned barrels though, and truth be told, the shaman was a little relieved that they wouldn't be facing monsters just yet. As the school girl turned back to them and began to explain the workings of the game, the teen nodded along to show he was listening. What the samurai was saying made sense, though he was a little confused when she made a hand gun. He started when she "pulled" the trigger and a hole appeared in the barrel she'd been aiming at. ...Magic...? Black magic, maybe. Then again, this was a game, so maybe such things were possible. Echoing Wedge's thanks with one of his own, Caradoc turned to mess with his own devices. Opening his inventory, he stared into it, trying to decide whether he should equip them or not. He had chosen to start with a bow and a quiver of arrows instead of a staff or a wand, but he didn't think they were very necessary for him to use most of his skills. Besides that, if he only practiced firing a bow, which wasn't such a bad idea in itself, he wouldn't be able to familiarize himself with his skills. It was probably best to try out his skills first, he could figure out how to fire a bow on his own time, maybe. It couldn't be too difficult, could it? Unlike the sorcerer beside him, who was attempting to use a skill with nothing but thought, the redhead activated the skill he wanted to use from his interface instead. Then he selected one of the barrels, his body moving on its own to stretch his hands out so that his palms faced his target. About a second later, a transparent, glass like bubble formed around the half-alv's barrel of choice, and he stared at it with uncertainty, biting his lip. So this was [Damage Interception]. It was nothing as destructive as Wedge's attack, which had apparently blasted a hole in another barrel. In fact, it was meant to prevent destruction, if only for a little while. ...This was the path he'd chosen. Caradoc wouldn't let himself have any regrets, even as he stared at the barrier he'd made and wished he could be a guardian. At the sound of another woman's voice, the redhead ended his train of thought and turned towards the newcomer, a pink-haired warrior woman gallantly riding a white horse. As she began her rather pompous speech, Caradoc instinctively shifted closer to his sorcerer friend, uneasy again. She was... so open in manner, and he wasn't used to dealing with people like this. Like Wedge, but more... He couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was she was more of, but he was wary, and that was all he knew. There was a saying they had back at home when it came to trying to get along with people as outgoing as she was, and that was to smile and go along with it. Perhaps it'd work here as well, in this foreign country. The half-alv did perk up at the mention of a guild though. Joining a guild had sounded like a pretty good idea, especially to someone as new to the game as he was. For Caradoc, guilds were supposed to be places like home, where you could make friends and have fun with other people. The guild the lady knight had proposed sounded a bit more like a school though, and he wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Perhaps time would tell. He'd probably need to get a little stronger though, before he deemed himself worthy of joining a guild. "So, tell me a bit about yourselves, what first three skills did you choose so we can get an idea of what direction you’re looking at going." ...Was it really okay to just ask someone that? Sure it was just some skills and it would help their mentors but... It felt kind of wrong to just ask that so openly. Like asking asking a lady how old they were, that kind of feeling. Then again, that was back in Japan, where asking too many questions was considered a little rude, and the teen brushed the feeling off. Right, just answer the question, idiot. "Um... Art of a Heavy Laden Brush, Damage Interception, and Prayer of Recovery..." he mumbled after Wedge had named his own skills. They weren't very special either, and were basic skills that were commonly associated with shaman. Except for his bow skill, maybe, but that was because he'd picked a bow as a starting weapon. "..." At Wedge's prompt, Caradoc shifted uncomfortably. Way to put him on the spot... But he supposed it couldn't hurt, could it? Since he'd already used [Damage of Interception] once, he'd use another skill. Opening his skill window again, he selected a heal spell to use on the sorcerer, even though there was really nothing to heal. Like last time, his body moved on its own, and his hands clasped together in front of him in a sort of praying stance. The boy's eyes fluttered close on their own, as if he really were reciting a prayer, and blue magatama jewels appeared in the air, circling his party member. Eyes opening again as the sound of bell chime filled the air, he smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Th-thanks." he muttered shyly. Really, Wedge was too kind. It was then that the samurai that had originally accompanied them decided she needed to leave, and Caradoc knew he'd be sad to see her go. She'd been the first to help them out, so he felt a a little closer to her than any other random stranger. Maybe he'd see her again, some day, it was a small world, after all. Perhaps then he'd get to know her a little better. Waving goodbye, he cast yet another [Prayer of Recovery], which had quickly cooled down. This time the magatama jewels surrounded Caerbannog, and the bells chimed again, as if wishing her well on her journey. When that was done, he sighed, and as his sorcerer friend turned to address the pink-haired woman, he watched the horizon for a little longer. In the distance something glowed, and he watched it. What could that be...? WORDS: 1330 NOTES: There are suddenly so many people here uwu;; TAGGED: Wedge, @dindeen, Saskia, Bailin, cortana

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[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia smiled warmly as she let her right leg swing around the back of the horse as she dismounted her horse. She had the feeling that sitting on a prestigious horse, so high above them, made her seem a tad bit intimidating at first glance. She slid off the saddle and made a light grunt as her iron greaves struck the surface. She dusted her hands off and walked several steps in front of the horse, while remaining a moderate distance from the other two.



“Your declaration of making a guild should be noted. Maybe I will check on that some time later.”



Saskia smiled with a brief nod as she listened intently to their list of skills. She made sure to remember them in the back of her head for future purposes, if they were to employ them out in the field. She loosened her stance and cupped her right elbow with her left hand, as her right fist rested elegantly below her soft pink lips in intrigue.



“Let’s see… Mana Arrows. Blink. Spellwalk. Not really that impressive.”



So, he seems to be a sorceror that focuses on mobility and quick ranged dps. Able to react both offensively and defensively. Lot of quick cast times...



"Um... Art of a Heavy Laden Brush, Damage Interception, and Prayer of Recovery..."



Seems like his primary focus is the support of others and bolstering their defense. Signs of a true team player.



“I’ll try Mana Arrows.”



“So, all I have to do is imagine that Mana Arrows coming from my… hand?”



She raised her eyebrows in pink double arches as she watched the sorceror cast a bolt of mana at the barrel, that left a jagged dent in it’s side. Saskia smirked with a devilish grin at the sight.



That’s a pretty interesting beginner ability. Mana arrows...packs a bit more of a punch than my sword did at that level. Even better is that it can strike opponents from afar.



“You should show us some of your skill too.”



Saskia redirected her attention to the more timid one as she followed up on another barrel and cast a light colored bubble that encircled the object for several seconds then burst suddenly as it dissolved.



Looks like a protection spell, Shamans do excel the most in boosting the defenses. They excel at support, but I’ve seen some nice combat oriented builds as well.



Saskia folded her arms resting on a crate as she watched the pink haired boy begin a motion similiar to praying fervently. Simply watching the act made Saskia feel a warm glow in her heart as she watched the sparkling jewels encircle Wedge and begin chiming like angelic bells. Saskia giggled and enjoyed the sight of the boy as he broke into a wry smile, seemingly embarrassed by all the praise he was receiving.





"Th-thanks."



He didn’t seem to speak too much, but Saskia could sense a gentle spirit within him. It made her smile with pearly white teeth as he reveled in his new found abilities. She decided it would be wise to offer him a few words of encouragement.



“It feels pretty cool, eh? You can definitely do a lot more things here than we could even fathom doing in the real world. It’s all pretty exciting if you ask me.” Saskia chuckled as she walked over towards the barrel, inspecting the dent by poking her finger at it curiously, before spinning around at the Samurai’s remark.





“Already getting the hang of it? If yes, that’s good. I would like to teach you guys more but i just remembered that I have to go and do some urgent quest.”



It seemed as if their teacher was in a hurry and Saskia frowned lightly as she saw that the two didn’t seem too happy about the Samurai’s announcement for sudden departure. Saskia felt deeply saddened as well as she wanted to pick the Samurai’s brain a bit herself, but alas, she would have to save those questions for another day.



“Oh… well… very well, then. But before you leave, can I have you in my friend list? I would need your help sooner or later.”



Saskia grinned as she tapped her hands across the barrel that Cadaroc had targeted before leaning against the side of it, watching the Sorceror interact with the Samurai and forge a fresh friendship for the rest of his journey in Elder Tales.



“Sure!”



They commenced the exchange of friend requests as a light smile tugged at the corner of Saskia’s lips.



“I’ll be taking my leave, see you guys later!”



Saskia tilted her head slightly and tenderly grinned at the red headed boy as he gave a silent prayer and the blue magatama jewels surrounded the Samurai before resounding in a pleasant chime, radiating a positive aura in the atmosphere. Saskia snapped out of her trance as the Sorceror addressed her.



“So… do you mind if I invite you to our party? I would like to grind some levels.”



Saskia rested a firm fist against her armor, her hand hovering over her heart as she bowed her head lightly.



“It would be my honor...you have my shield.” Saskia replied diligently. She would accept any party invite at this point if it were offered.



“It also makes a pretty well-balanced party from what I heard about your array of skills. Sorcerors can dish out a nice bit of damage per second and Shamans make exquisite support as they can provide excellent defense buffs and some heals as well.” Saskia mentioned as she began to unsling the shield that rested on her back and hold it in her left hand. “Also as a Guardian, I’m typically the meat shield of sorts that can handle a beating out on the frontlines. But I also carry a little something just in case. “



Saskia smirked as raised a hand towards Cadaroc and pulsed her hand as a radiant white aura caressed his body engulfing him in white-green light. A soothing wind would wash over him, though no damage would me healed as she cast the minor [Heal] spell. Saskia smiled warmly hoping that she didn’t startle him.



“Now that that’s settled. We could get a bit of hands on training in the field and possibly teach you about the mechanics of mobs and how Aggro works...”



As Saskia drifted away from the barrel, she begun to head towards the highway. She noticed something had caught Cadaroc’s attention.



“Not sure what that is...but the low level territories are that way. We can check it out on the way.”



She squinted off at the gleam in the distance before waving at the other two to follow.



After traveling several meters, the silhouette began to have an uncanny resemblance.



“Is that...Bailin? What the hell is he doing with a gun?” Saskia muttered as she quickened her pace trying to get a better look. Indeed it was, but it seemed he had a stalker emerge from the shadows. Saskia tried to wave at him to warn him, but his assailant was too quick and had pounce on him in a rather voluptuous manner.



Saskia’s eyebrow twitched as she exhaled a rough sigh and facepalmed at the sight.



“Speaking of aggro, it seems my boyfriend has is about to pick up some of him own..” Saskia muttered as she stomped over towards the two and glanced at Bailin with an enigmatic glare of an angry housewive with her arms folded and a brow cocked to the side.



“Looks like you're having a good time, who's your new friend?”
Saskia inquired in slight agitation of the sight of the woman groping Bailin, her fingers strumming across the hilt of her blade like piano keys.


Felicia: Ooooo, I'm about to pull this chick's weave out her hair if she don't let go off my man! 

Hope: Oi, what's the bloody meaning of this? So we leave him alone for a weekend and this is run he runs off and does? You know what I think Felicia? I think we ought to break his legs and make him limp all the way back home...

Felicia: Bae, I swear to god, if I find out you're cheating, I'm going to pay this sorceror 20,000 gold to burn your damn house down! 

Elizabeth: Oh my, please do calm down, all tht loud noise is a bit irritating...

Felicia: -starts pulling off earring- Uh uh....so this chick wants to get all touchy feely with my man...oh it's onnnnnn! 

Lady Steelheart: Quick grab her before she does something crazy! 

-All three grab Felicia and straps her to a chair-

Hope: Oi, we got to calm our nerves, we've got guests...we can handle this little matter, later...



Saskia smirks at the new wolf hair with a devilish cerulean flame burning in her eyes as she smiles in an all too pleasant manner for the occasion. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Heal
Words: 1335
Post Theme Song: Joy and Sorrow



TAGS: Wedge Caradoc Bailin cortana

template by caesar

[Bailin]

Lying underneath the tree, peering through his scope with his right eye, Bailin suddenly got startled, feeling two soft lumps in his neck. As he shot up, startled by the unprovoked and normally illegal form of assault, though as a boy he didn’t mind it that much, he felt two arms locking around his chest. ‘Well, this is awkward, but it could be worse… if it were Saskia I’d have a concussion… and be lucky to as well…’ as he thought up the image of Saskia attempting this form of… unconventional assault, in her plate armour, it slamming against the back of his head.

Next up came the seductive voice, calling him a cutie-boy, which sent a shiver down his spine. ‘Yep, Saskia is going to kill me if she found out… or she would … kill her…' he thought as he took his musket in both hands, ready to jam the butt of the stock into the unwanted assailant, or at least try to. Subtly he tried to muster the strength to roll over and smash the attacking lass into the tree if she proved truly hostile instead of just a perverted lassie that enjoyed to assault men from behind with… female parts. ‘Or perhaps it’s a guy who plays as a girl and now is stuck in this game or new life with his… pervy urges….’ Bailin thought to himself, inhaling deeply, feeling a slight disturbance in his chest.


Mustering his strength to withhold himself from his plotted attempt to smash the girl into the tree next to him Bailin inhaled deeply and said: “Though I am flattered, it seems I’m at several points of disadvantage. How about we start with you letting me go, and then we can sit together for a bit and just talk? That way I can see your face and it will give us a more… equal footing to continue our little chat a lot better than me being held in a rather…sloppy way.” He suggested to the lass, preferring her letting him go out of her own free will, rather than him having to be less gentle with her. ‘I’m sure the tree would also appreciate me not using it for a battering ram and the lass would probably be a lot happier if I wouldn’t use her as a pillow to soften the blow to myself.’ He thought.


“So what do you say? We go and sit down, talk as civilised people, introduce ourselves proper and such?” he suggested as he readied his arms and legs in case the lass had other plans. He had no idea about her strength, class, heck he didn’t even know her name, but he was sure as hell damned if he didn’t go down without a fight.


Suddenly from somewhere in front of him Bailin heard a familiar voice shout out from in front of him. The familiar voice, radiating with annoyances, probably best written off to as a form of jealousy, suggested he was having a good time with his new friend.

“Hello dear, you wouldn’t believe the size of the ticks growing here.” He said, slightly joking, painfully aware of how things looked, especially to Saskia.


“Ehm, to keep this sort, this lassie appears to find it appealing to assault men from behind, I was just lying here, testing out my new toys and suddenly I’ve got two neck warmers in my neck and two arms around my chest.” He said, nodding to his musket. “Your timing is however impeccable, I just asked the unknown lady to be so kind as to remove herself from my back so we could talk on more… equal terms. However, now you’re here, I assume you are slightly annoyed with her, trying to steal me from you and such, perhaps you could… persuade her to remove herself quicker from my back. I am not fond of violence towards the feminine kind, as you probably know by now. Hence the request if she could remove herself from me and well… I more or less had just finished the last sentence of my request as you appeared. So perhaps we should give her a few seconds to go peacefully, what do you say dear?” he said, slightly worried that Saskia might jam her sword through the both of them, out of sheer spite and revenge.


WC 725

cortana Caradoc @dindeen Wedge Saskia

[Wedge]

That’s what Wedge wanted to hear.

“Alright, I will send an invitation right away.”

Without further ado, the man opens up his interface, moving his fingers to invite the pink-haired woman to join his party, which she accepts in no time. Great. Now Wedge can grind some levels for himself. Perhaps ten levels would be enough for this time. But if things are going smoother, he could gain more than fifteen levels. But rushing things isn’t really what Wedge wants. He prefers slow development, but steady. Moreover, there are things to chase aside from levels. There are lots of aspects to develop in MMORPGs. Grinding for levels would be just plain and boring. He prefers doing that kind of strategy in offline games. While still thinking about lots of things that he could possibly do in Elder Tale, the caped Sorcerer is snapped back to reality thanks to the War Maiden’s action of showing a nifty skill that she has.

A bright light with greenish hue surrounds Caradoc. Is it… healing technique? He didn’t know that other classes could pick up healing skills too. He remembers very well that there are skills that could be picked by any class, but he didn’t think that Heal would work for other class. This War Maiden is aiming to be a Paladin or something like Holy Knight? Whatever kind of build that she planned, must be impressive. Wedge commented on the Heal skill with great enthusiasm.

“I thought Heal only works for certain classes. Even a warrior could use such skill… Interesting.”

Wedge nods to himself, being very impressed towards the fact. Now everything is settled. There’s nothing else to do aside from going to a place where low level monsters roam and kill them to get some experience points. At this point, the Sorcerer lets the more experienced player lead the way. It seems that she’s going to the direction where Caradoc’s eyes were focused at. Wedge just noticed it by now. There is something over there. There is something lies ahead on the direction where Saskia seeing. Yes, something unknown, and intriguing.

“Very well, let’s go then.”

The Sorcerer immediately follows the Guardian as she starts walking and waving her hands as a sign to follow her steps. Few meters passed, seemingly the unknown view is getting clearer. A silhouette of a… person? And seemingly the War Maiden knows well about this person. Wedge also escalates his pace of walking as the woman is walking in a hurry, trying to make sure the person in question.

“Such beautiful scenery. This must be my lucky day.”

Wedge is mentally amused as he finally got the full view of the scenery. A black-haired man, holding a musket in face down position, being embraced from behind by a wild, blond haired woman in a daring attire and position. Beautiful scenery, indeed. Wedge is not really sure whether he’s lucky or cursed. He met three, three beautiful women in his first moment of playing Elder Tale. Although there’s a possibility that one, two, or maybe all of them are just guy in real life that chose female avatar in game, Wedge is very grateful to meet these beauties. His excitement is getting higher. It’s a pity that he’s not the one who got that kind of “assault”. Wedge is more than happy to accept such thing.

“Ah, what a wonderful view we have here.”

However, the situation is getting tense. Judging from her words and the way she acts, looks like this pink-haired woman is having some kind of relationship with the man over there. Let’s see… is she being angry? If yes, this means that she’s in romantic relationship with that man? While seeing lover’s quarrel is entertaining every once in a while, the problem is, if this quarrel continues, Wedge is dragged to this problem and there’s no time for him to get the levels before he comes back to have some dinner. There must be a way to make things… better.

After the man would explain things, the Sorcerer’s flamboyance starts to show up. He abruptly steps in between the War Maiden and the two people in front of her. His arms spread open, his yellow orbs of vision beamed with happiness.

“This is such coincidence!”

Wedge spins for once while moving slightly, before leaning closer to the two.

“An interesting scenery! A dream of every man in this world! A lovely embrace!”

He shifted his glance from the man to the bushy-haired woman with wolf ears behind him, inspecting every feature on her face in a swift, yet precise method.

“Hmm… yes, apologize for my rude and impolite action, miss. But for some reason, I have a familiarity towards your sunny bright face.”

While the blonde would think it as a bluff or something similar, the Sorcerer does feel something from her face. Something in his head is vibrating with electric pulses, but can’t pop out any single thing that concludes the blonde’s face. After that, Wedge arches his spine backwards, trying to get back to his standing position normally. He would be standing on the left side of Saskia, as opposed from his location before.

“But let’s put that aside. I know this situation is awkward and this scenery is not that pleasant for some of us. I suggest we clear things up here, before you two join my party.”

Wedge didn’t really want this, but whenever he’s talking while he’s hyped up, his arms and fingers are moving on his own. Making gestures like a trainee salesman would do. Rigid, yet smooth.

“The more, the merrier, they say. And I think we’ll get many experience points by teaming up with more people. But I will wait until you guys clear your problems first. This must be a misunderstanding!”

“Right, right, miss?”

What Wedge is doing next is winking at the blonde.

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TAGS: Caradoc, Saskia, Bailin, cortana | WORDS: 982 | TOTAL: 4715

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NOTES: Post order will be Wedge -> cortana -> Caradoc -> Saskia -> Bailin
And i don't know this ridiculous reaction works with the situation, but let's be fabulous \o/

[Caradoc]

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like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
And just like that, the lady knight had joined them on their quest to get stronger. Caradoc could only wonder where this would take him and Wedge now, but still, he hoped for the best. He still felt uneasy, but at least he was still feeling a little optimistic. Ducking his head from embarrassment at all the praise that had been sent his way, he muttered a few more words of quiet thanks. He didn't really believe he deserved any of the encouragement Saskia was spouting, but it made him slightly grateful nonetheless. As something strangely cool brushed against his skin, he looked down and jolted, startled more by the sudden glow now encasing his body in pale green than the artificial breeze he'd felt go by. A little bewildered, he glanced around at his two party members, before the pink-haired woman's warm smile reassured him that things would be alright. He didn't completely relax until Wedge's musing, however, and after realizing the nature of the spell, he shot the Guardian a wary but friendly smile. From then on, he still kept quiet, only nodding or gesticulating when he had to give some input. It seemed that Saskia too had caught sight of the thing gleaming in the distance, and as she waved for the two new players to follow her towards it, he did so without complaint. It wasn't long before the objects gained shapes, and as they became distinctly human, the lady knight who had led them quickened her pace. Caradoc didn't miss her question, but didn't know what to make of it. Was Bailin someone she knew...? And what was that about a gun? The shaman had never seen one in-game yet, and he had almost been sure that they didn't exist, even with words of the gunslinger class floating around. "Speaking of aggro, it seems my boyfriend has is about to pick up some of him own.." B-boyfriend? What...? That was the lost thought Caradoc spluttered to process before his female party member stormed up to the couple under the tree. The redhead winced as she demanded for answers. Not for the first time, the teen remembered just why he had thought women were scary for a time. Even Kaede, his childhood friend, could be frightening when she clashed with Hisashi, or when other people had the gall to pick on her. The boy had learned early that a woman's wrath was never to be invoked at all costs, and he eyed the eyepatched man with something akin to concern and sympathy as the taller male—Bailin, if he recalled what Saskia said—tried to explain himself. And then shit hit the fan. "This is such coincidence! An interesting scenery! A dream of every man in this world! A lovely embrace!" Wedge cried, arms out as he spun around in apparent joy. Mortified, Caradoc could only hide his face behind his hands, biting back a strained hiss demanding what the sorcerer was doing in favor of shocked silence. Things could either go two ways now: the women would find it entertaining and be lifted from their irritable moods, or they might become even more annoyed. At this point, Caradoc didn't know either of them well enough to say for certain whether the blue-cloaked sorcerer's actions were for better or for worse, but he fervently hoped for the former, if only so that all of them would come out of the event unscathed. Wedge flailing around enthusiastically did not help the situation at all, as far as the shaman was concerned. He even had the gall to suggest for Bailin and the blonde to join their party. If this was a relationship problem, there was no way it would go away in the blink of an eye, and depending on what the kemonomimi did or said, things could only get worse. "W-Wedge," he mumbled lowly, carefully positioning himself behind the taller male and reaching out to try to hold the sorcerer's flailing limbs to his blue-garbed side, "N-now isn't the t-time." Glancing over at Saskia, he worriedly flicked his eyes at the pair they'd approached before they were back on the pink-haired woman's face again. Questioningly, he tilled his head to the side. "D-do you guys n-need a little time alone o-or...?" This was probably going to be a private matter, and he wanted to be sure he and Wedge weren't intruding first before they all went about trying to solve the problem. WORDS: 746 NOTES: I was notified that I am to skip Cortana for now. Sorry this is so late. TAGGED: Wedge, cortana, Saskia, Bailin

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