[Open] Appearance of a Mask!

[Masked Entity]

Random Quest

Appearance of a Mask!

A masked man has appeared in the center of Londinium and he has swiped the Gold of a Londinium woman!

Catch him for a reward! If you can that is...

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“You’re one strange bastard.” A soft voice rumbled, followed by a light sigh. The proposition was indeed strange, but it was something that could incite some sort of fun. Fun that was going to be had by everyone, or at least the people who were going to play along. Everyone else would think that the mastermind was mad, insane, and an outright prick. However, it was something that was not so. Something that would be interesting, and something that would require a lot of planning to make right.

“Can you do it?” A man asked, swirling a drink around in his cup. The liquid was thicker than usual, and burned like fire as it went down. It was his first sip of alcohol and it tasted disgusting. Yet he still sipped and chugged it, mainly out of respect for the six others at his sides; all of them different in their agreements. Some were completely against the plot, others were all for it. Though, at the center of it all there was one person who needed to be swayed; the bartender.

“I don’t think it will work.” She announced to the man in the center of the small group. He simply smirked and took a sip, wincing as the burning glass went down. It tasted like gasoline and burned much hotter. Disgusting stuff.

“Because you don’t know this world like I do. It’ll work. I just need you to play your part.” The glass in his hand tapped against the wooden counter, and all eyes drifted to the woman. She had an unamused look on her face and her hand worked the inside of a glass, polishing it with the towel she held. She stared at the mad man who looked back up at her, a grin on his face. Indeed, he was insane, and quite unstable. But he was no fool. No, he was quite intelligent and he knew how to work an operation. The woman knew this for she had heard about him, she had known his reputation, and she would not deny how much she now believed it.

“Fine. I’m in.” And with that, the gears began to spin…

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It was midday and Big Ben chimed thrice. As the bells rang, a figure shifted out from the alley way. He strode into the plaza, making his way through the small crowd of Adventurers and People of the Land, keeping his head tilted low. Strangely enough, there was no label above this man’s head, and it caught the attention of some of the more observant players. Though, no one else seemed to pay attention to him. Dressed in rags, covered in black, and a completely anonymous figure, the man weaved and nudged his way across the plaza and through the herd of people. His steps were silent, his black boots quietly moving him forward. His breath was soft, his body curved inwards, and his eyes were affixed to his goal. There was a small fruit stand in the middle of the plaza and behind it stood a very, very pretty woman. However, beside her there was a man dressed in rags, sitting with an upside down cap in front of him. Beside that cap was a small board with letters which read; ‘Abandoned by God’.

The man in black strode across the plaza straight to the stand and he wasted no time. In a swift swipe, a bag of gold which sat out just behind the fruits was kidnapped, along with the beggar’s cap. Before the fruit lady or the helpless fellow could react, the money was gathered up together into the singular bag. The hat whipped out of the theif’s hand, blocking the woman’s view as she attempted to stop him. She flailed at the object, removing it from her vision only to see that the man was running away.

The chase was on.

“Thief!” A woman shouted, her voice echoing loudly through the Londinium Plaza, catching the attention of several adventurers. However, before anyone could even move, the man clad in a black cloak and hood was already out of arm's reach; he headed straight for the rooftops, jumping and climbing up to where very few people could reach him. The woman, however, continued to shout and scream, pointing and running as she tried to keep up with him. The man in black huffed, squeezed his keep in his hands to ensure that he had grabbed the correct bag, and then nodded to himself. He grinned beneath his cloth mask and looked back at the woman as his left foot touched down on the rooftop. He narrowed his eyes on her and watched as he screamed for help, many Adventurers looking at her and then up towards the shady figure, others ignoring her completely. The man grinned wide beneath his mask, pulled the bag out, and held it up into the air.

“You fools couldn’t dream of catching me! You’re out of luck, woman! SEE YA!” The man laughed as he shouted, but his eyes shifted slightly across the crowd. Then, he sprinted away.

“Catch me if you can~”

[Deleted]

785 words HP 100%		Toggled Skill: Wind Bullet MP 100%
There was something about being so high up from the ground that made Caerbannog feel secure. Her two feet were not on solid ground, but for her it was great to just lean back and reach her hands up to the sky. It was far away, but on the top of Westminster Abbey, it felt close enough. Oftentimes, the samurai would just sit there on top of that building to watch other adventurers as they hurried through the streets. It was from that vantage point that she noticed a lander who was in trouble before, and when she wanted to be alone, that was where Caerbannog sat to think. When she did not have a guild to call home yet, the samurai had slept either by the roadside or on the highest perches of dilapidated buildings. It was not by chance that Caer was hopped onto a rooftop; it was a place least likely to be checked by people. Adventurers and landers both rarely looked up. They were satisfied with where they were, and Caerbannog was not one to interfere. But aside from a safe, solitary place, the rooftops of Londinium were also good perches for when one wanted to listen in on other people's gossip and stories. She had picked up a quest or two just from listening in on merchants' babble. One such instance was when she had woken up one day and overhead some merchants who complained about a stump that blocked their way at the Marshlands. She had acquired the help of a certain glasses-wearing guardian back then and it turned out to be quite the adventure. But enough about the past. The wolf-hair sat quietly beside a chimney, one that did not seem to work anymore or perhaps it was only because the building had no occupants that time of day. She was in her usual school girl outfit which was not too meddlesome to move in as some had assumed. With her nagamaki sheathed and the black iron chain around her left arm, Caerbannog was ready for the adventure of the day. She had hoped to catch wind of a quest or two, but to her surprise, trouble stirred right within the walls of Londinium. It started with some murmuring as some adventurers noticed a person who did not have any displayed information. The crowd was bunched up in some places so Caerbannog had some trouble browsing through the information windows, and by the time that she pinpointed the anonymous person, he had already caused some trouble at a fruit stand. The samurai was a fair distance away from the incident; she was just close enough to see that something happened, but Caer did not know exactly what the problem was. They were in town and no guards showed up, so it probably was not a mugging, stabbing or fight. The masked man, unfortunately, ran to the opposite direction and towards the rooftops which were away from Caerbannog. The wolf-hair immediately ran towards that person for even with legs as short as hers, the clothes that she wore had a movement speed reforge to them, thanks to her dear husband Kumori. Caer kept her weapon sheathed and for now, the iron chain around her arm was just that- an iron chain. She mentally toggled her Wind Bullet skill but kept her hands in check; she might accidentally fire a bullet and actually hit someone, which would be bad for both her and the unfortunate victim. Her goal for now was to get that masked man within her shooting range, and as Caerbannog jumped and ran through the rooftops, she increased her speed to its limit. She could go faster, but the masked man might have something up his sleeve that could slow her down. The wolf-hair just kept her eye on her target at the moment. If he made a wrong turn or was slowed down in any way, it would her chance to catch up. Caerbannog straightened her index finger to a point, but she kept her thumb pressed against the remaining three fingers which dug into her palm. She was ready to fire a Wind Bullet, not at the masked man but at the rooftops at his feet to catch him off-guard. For that, she needed a distraction or someone to make the masked man swerve off course. The shortest distance between two points was a straight line, so if the target swerved, Caerbannog could keep up her speed, head right towards him and get him within her shooting range. If, and only if, she could aim at his feet at an acceptable distance, the wolf-hair would shoot a Wind Bullet at the rooftop to surprise the masked man.

[Myrddin]

Myrddin sat in the library, his nose to the grindstone so to speak, an ink well to his left and a stack of freshly made paper to his right. His muddy-water eyes stared intently at the page before him, it had a yellow color to the boarders with dark brown burn marks along the edges. He tapped the finger tips of his right hand against the table top as he tried to write down a short story. He felt more closed off as of late was wasn't too sure as to the reason. After staring at the blank page for nearly half an hour the enchanter groaned, and placed his feather pen on the table top. He sighed through his fingers as he rubbed his face. "This blows." He said, his words sounding muffled and difficult to understand. Myrddin leaned back in his chair till two of the legs were off the ground. He stared at the ceiling for a few moment before a demon's howl erupted from his stomach. "Aye, aye. Friggin'...what time is it?" He asked himself aloud, gathering up his supplies and storing them back in his inventory. Wrapping his left digits around his staff he lifted it from the neighboring chair. "Feed me, Seymour. Feeeed meeee." He mumbled as he pat his stomach gently and made his way outside.

Almost as soon as the enchanter stepped into the sun he heard some shout "Thief!". A word that would garner attention drawing. Followed by a short speech about the futility of pursuit. Had he been less of a comic book fan and super hero wannabe he probably would have simply ignored the cry or help. However, Myrddin was stupid and tended to get involved in things he had no stake in. Without wasting time the young man looked around, noticing a few people pointing to the rooftops. He wasn't too far from whom he assumed was the perp; in fact he was running in his direction, albeit on a higher elevation. Myrddin didn't see many people move to stop the thief, so with a annoyed growl he did what he hated. He ran. His legs pumped and pushed against the ground and despite all his improved coordination since the Catastrophe, he still looked like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time.

Although he could see the looks his running garnered his attention was on the black clad man on the roof. Myrddin knew he would be able to catch up with the man in terms of speed, but he was quick it other ways. His mind ran as his feet slowed, he extended his hand to the fleeing man. "Inversion." He breathed, and watched as a light shot forth from his hand toward the fleeing man. He hoped someone else was stepping in to very obvious thief. Obvious...wait...why is he running on the roof tops? Wouldn't blending into a crowd be the smarter option? If so then why the roof? And why the speech? Myrddin's mind began throwing question after question at the wall of answers, increasing his curiosity more and more. 

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Word count: 521
Tags: Masked Entity, @dindeen
Notes: Wasn't sure if having inversion hit the maskedman in my post would have been powerplay or not so I left it open.
Toggled skill: Inversion

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia began to watch the blacksmith work from a window sill on the lower deck of an inn. The sun had risen over Londiminium several hours prior, yet long shadows still covered the entrance to blacksmith shop in darkness. For that, the rugged lander smithy was thankful. Long hours in front of the forge and furnace were not pleasant under the heat of the midday sun. Though she'd never seen herself in any other life.



Saskia knew she wasn't the best blacksmith in the city, but she was proficient at it, honing her skills to always improve. She had good supplies and good pieces of equipment to use as well. It was doubtful she'd ever run out of business in Londiminium.



Wiping her brow, the woman stepped back from the tanning rack to look at her latest piece of leather. It would do well for some armour or perhaps a shield. But it could wait until she had some rest. It had been an exhausting morning, as orders had arrived from the Duke’s court for additional equipment for the city guard. She likely had her father to thank for that. After all, what nobleman wouldn't promote his own daughter's handiwork to his Duke? The noble had been a strong proponent for her work, and she'd never been found wanting for contracts once he had been made steward to the duke.



As the woman dabbed a rag across her brow, she looked north up the long street towards the market of Londiminium. It was a busy day. People milled about here and there; children ran through the city playing with their friends. The blacksmith smiled to herself, thinking back to her younger days when she had no cares and did the same. But that was a long time ago, and she could no longer afford to have such flights of fancy. She continued to stare up the street until a door opened at a neighbouring home. It was the door of the Drowsy Drifter Inn, where a woman in shimmering platemail armor had just left.



The woman, Saskia, frequented her shop quite often enough; selling various weapons, or purchasing armours. They never spoke very often however, as she typically dealt with her husband. She loved him with all that she was and he worshipped the ground that she walked on. Her father had worried about her when she decided to marry the man – not every Adventurer was willing to put up with a Lander such as herself. But the two were madly in love and overcame the many obstacles that their partnership placed before them.



Before her thoughts drifted too far into memory, she saw the small wolf hair exit the stable on her horse and look around. Saskia, who was atop her horse, immediately noticed the blacksmith was still outside and waved. The smithy waved back, thinking it odd that she'd acknowledge her at all. Stranger still, Saskia began to walk in her direction. She was coming for a visit.



“So...I was thinking about how Icarus has been growing a lot lately.” Saskia said slowly, addressing her horse that she often rode through the city.



“Aye, I save give it some more time and he’ll be a fine war horse...” The blacksmith smiled as she wipe the soot off her fingers and unto her apron.



“Yeah, I was thinking maybe in the future, we could do something to keep him a little safer during our travels through the Greatwoods, maybe some type of armor or protection...” Saskia suggested as she petted the beast’s brilliant platinum blonde mane.



“Indeed that would be a grand idea, all we would need would be-...”



“Thief!”



Saskia turned her gaze noticing a woman shouting loudly and attempting to run after a man shrouded in a black cape. Saskia gritted her teeth and shook her head as she tugged at the reigns of Icarus, and led him towards the plaza in a hurried trot, weaving her way through pedestrians. The crowd began to seperate and point at the fleeing man, as she performed a couple of parkour movements. It was obvious the man had a sense of agility and evasiveness to him, there was little Saskia could do the reach him on the rooftops, but she noticed that two others had entered the fray. A vigilant Samurai and a mysterious enchanter. They seemed to be proficient in ranged abilities, unlike herself, but what she lacked in range, she made up for in mobility as she waved a wave towards the city walkers.



“Please make way!” Saskia shouted as her horse stampeded through the cobblestone streets in a thunderous gallop, her eye trained on the escaping pursesnatcher.



The chase was on...

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words: 803
Post Theme Song: Master of Shadows



TAGS: @dindeen Masked Entity Myrddin

template by caesar

[Wedge]

“Hello World.”

It’s another lively day for Wedge.

After spending one good night in an Inn to experience how sleeping works in Elder Tale, he’s up for another adventure. The stuffs that the innkeeper provided to nourish his body was weird. Despite he ordered potato wedges and stew for his dinner, they didn’t tasted like stew and potato wedges at all. So plain, and… plain! There’s no other words to describe the taste of the food aside from utterly plain with smell that vaguely resembles rice in an oven. Perhaps the game can’t really mess with people’s tongue, it seems. Wedge still doesn’t know there’s a chef subclass that would make delicious potato wedges and stew for him. Maybe someday he’ll bump to one, sooner or later.

After having some chit-chat with the fellow Adventurers and some Landers in the Inn, Wedge decided to take a walk and give a proper inspection of the Londinium District. He didn’t really aware of the district since he did some leveling until night fell at that time. Now that he gained fair amount of levels and won’t be really considered as a complete newbie on this game. What will he check? The first thing is the marketplace. He wanted something with taste for his morning meal, not the plain potato wedges and stew. With the current money that he have, he could buy some fruits like apples or bananas, or maybe some oranges. Juiciness would give a great amount of refreshment for the caped sorcerer.

Walking casually, the man in blue would look at various Adventurers and Landers every now and then. Wedge’s mind is simulating his perception of society in this game, assuming them to look just like those of the world outside Elder Tale. The only difference would be the time setting, the fashion style, and the race of inhabitants. While this world isn’t really advanced compared to the outside world, it looks much more colorful. Fascinating, indeed.

“Thief!”

Suddenly, Wedge is startled by a loud echo of a scream, in high-pitched voice. Without further deduction of the facts, the Sorcerer concludes that a woman has her possessions stolen by someone. But who stole the woman’s possession, and where’s that person? Seconds later, the Blue Sorcerer notices that there’s a shady figure in that shady cloak and shady mask, running in high speed and climbing the roof. While Wedge isn’t sure that he’s capable of catching the thief, his heart is excited to do some actions.

A morning jog would be good for health.

“I don’t want to do this, but I do this anyway. Oh well…”

The Sorcerer mumbles to himself as he starts sprinting, following the direction where the thief runs. While indeed he can’t climb up the roof and chase him personally, he can keep an eye on that culprit from here. He keeps running, holding his hat with his right hand to make sure it won’t blown by the wind, although his hat has a band that would secure the position of it.

“Let’s see. If he keeps running like that, I would be left behind soon. Maybe stopping his movement is the best thig that would work.”

While running, Wedge is formulating a best strategy to deal with the thief. He already came up with a solution. But the problem is, he needs proper aiming or all of his efforts will be in vain. Should he really do this? Not to mention preparing the grimoire is one heck of moment while in this kind of situation. He could drop it midway.

“Oh yes! That skill!”

In a split second, he just remembered that he have a reliable skill at situations that deals with moving opponents. The Mana Arrows. While it seemingly less likely to stop the thief right away, it would be a good opening strike before he would follow up with a blast from his grimoire. Not to mention there are several others that is currently chasing the culprit. But at this distance, he can’t really aim the Mana Arrows.

“Some Poofs!”

Wedge activates his Blink skill to teleport few meters ahead, closing the gap between him and the sprinting thief.

The problem is, his movement is a bit rushed, forcing him to trip when he appears at the new location, few meters behind the thief. But just at the right time, the Sorcerer managed to aim his palm at the direction of the Thief and fires the Mana Arrow right at the spot where his or her feet would be. While it will go specifically to the feet because of the homing properties, only god knows whether it will hit or not.

“Okay, next time I’ll control the altitude of my Blink.”

He mutters up while he tries to stand from his fall and starts to run again.

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TAGS: Masked Entity, @dindeen, Myrddin, Saskia | WORDS: 804 | TOTAL: 804

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SKILLS USED: Blink, Mana Arrows

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NOTES: I don’t know what to put here.

[Masked Entity]

Random Quest

Appearance of a Mask!

-+- Current Participants -+-
@dindeen
Myrddin
Saskia
Wedge

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“Oh~ I have guests!!” The man beneath The mask released a loud exclamation with a hint of insanity rolling off the tip of his tongue, a billowing laugh booming from his lips as he tracked four curious players emerging from the crowd, for the moment. Just that count was quite sad, pathetic actually. Only four came to the aid of a lowly “Lander”, as the strange beings of immortality called them, but would it be enough? Could four people truly catch the man in black?! Could they get the money back to the woman?! Only one man knew, and he was the one with the money. Said money jingled on his waist, dangling by a taught thread which was tied into a solid knot. Covering the bag, hiding it from view of the others, was The Mask’s cloak. The game was simple; retrieve the money. But could it be done…?

“I think not… AAAAAH HAH HAH HAH…. Bullocks…”

The number of adventurers on his tail was small, puny, and pathetic. He expected a much larger group to come after him; something of around ten or so. Then at least his plan would be a much more enjoyable one and it would put a decent dent into the city. But four? Four was low and far too easy to be honest. How easy, however, would be determined on how skillful the group was at playing their characters and fitting into their classes. The Mask had been in the town for a long, long, long time and had spent a lot of time watching the players interact with each other. He had even traveled into the fields around the city to see them fight, to see them “play”. Much like he had, but that was beside the point.

His feet tapped against the hard rooftop he ran across, his body light and easy to move. His pace was that of a jog to him, and he almost hopped along between steps. On him, directly, was a Female. She was dressed in a strange outfit, much like something a young child would wear and it surprisingly fit! Whether she was of age to actually be wearing those kinds of things or not, The Mask did not know. Though, his attention was more so caught by her speed and how quickly she was able to get onto his tail. She seemed quick, even with those little legs of hers.

The next fool that dared attempt to track him was down below, and in front of him. This adventurer was tall, dark skinned, and his running was much funnier to look at than the little woman’s. It made The Mask grin, chuckle, and laugh beneath the hard face cover that shielded his identity. This man seemed new to the world he was in, but determined to aid in the capture of the “Thief”. Bring it on~

Next, was someone who The Mask had seen a lot more frequently in the recent days. Her pink hair was hard to miss, and the steed she sat upon was a major threat to him. It would be quick, able to catch him in a straight line should he continue down the path he was going. Yet, that was all she had going for her in this case; that straight line catching speed. If he were to start weaving and ducking places, would she be able to keep up? That was the question, and something he personally hoped would be in his favor. Unless that horse was some sort of super-mega ninja horse, he doubted it was trained well enough to jump onto a wall and parkour.

The fourth poor soul which encroached on his position, also from the ground level, was a strange looking fellow. He was short, stout, and had a lot to shout about. But he was not quick. After just a few moments of attempting to keep up, he was already falling behind. Desperation was in his eyes, and in his movements as his hand began to glow. At the sight, The Mask narrowed his eyes, shifted his head forward, and glanced at his surroundings. In a flash, a map appeared in his mind and his body started to adjust. His speed increased, his stride opened, and his arms pumped harder. The light, brisk jog which had kept the short woman behind him at bay was increased to that of a meddlesome bounding. If he was being tracked by some sort of speed gun, he probably had increased his pace by a meager three miles per hour; nothing to what he was hiding. Yet it was enough.

“Action!” He shouted, a smile crossing his face matching that of the smile on his mask. From below, a magical shot of light came up and struck his left shoulder, a skill which had been cast by the man coming towards him. Said shot caused The Mask to turn around and his arms crossed over his chest. He stared at the woman behind him, still grinning beneath his mask as he soared through the air.

“BYE!” Once more, his voice called out into the air, and then he vanished. The air beneath his feet ran out of building to support him and the cloaked entity dropped into the alleyway. Just as he disappeared, The Mask rolled back around and tapped off the wall, twisted, tapped against the building beside the one he had felt from, and then bounced back. Much like that of a rapidly pinging ball, The Mask descended from the three stories he had climbed and landed on the ground level. Due to his pace and the bouncing motion, he had also closed the distance between him and the next street over. Three more steps was all it took to pop out of the other side, and he immediately turned left; continuing in the same direction he was running.

The downside to going to the street level was that it was crowded, and he hated crowds. So, he jumped back up on top of the many stands which lined the street and hurdled across them with ease. His speed increased due to this, and his cloak fluttered violently behind him. Oh this was a fantastic idea!

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650 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
In the short span of time that the Thief caused all that ruckus, Caerbannog noticed a few more people who joined the pursuit. One was almost directly in front but at the ground; the samurai was slightly worried when the stranger (Myrddin) put his hand up towards the direction of the Thief. She had aimed for the target's feet which was already dangerous, and yet this other person seemed to be aiming for the target himself. Fortunately, the skill either missed or had not summoned the Guards for some reason. As she thought about it, that did make some sense; this Thief had no information on display... could he be a glitch in the game? If he was, then the Guard System might not recognize him as someone that should be protected. However, Caerbannog was not about to test that theory. She'd rather stay alive long enough to continue the pursuit. From the corner of her eye, the samurai noticed another person, this time a woman on horseback (Saskia). Very fast on the ground but their target was on the rooftops. Caerbannog wondered if she could chase down the Thief so that those who were on the ground could try their hand at capturing him, and that was when the fourth pursuer (Wedge) appeared. This one, as well as the horse rider, seemed familiar but the wolf-hair had no time to check their information much less ask for their names. That fourth person also seemed to have shot a skill at the Thief, but instead of slowing down, their target only sped up. Much to Caerbannog's annoyance, the Thief jumped into the crowd when the pace was still in his favor. At this stage, it would be ideal for her to find a vantage point for the target did stand out in the crowd. She thought about using Beech but decided against it, for she accepted that the two of them were like Ash and a newly-evolved Charizard. The wyvern would just be a liability. Instead, the samurai stayed on the roof as she pulled up her interface and summoned her four-meter centipede onto the rooftops. "Hellooooooooooo Meat Babies!" Foreman Mukade IX exclaimed, in his own tongue of course, as his antennae twitched in the air. "Someone was just here, can you feel his trace?" Caer asked the centipede as she pointed over to the spot on the roof where the Thief jumped off. "Hmm... faint, but I can recognize it if you wish for me to pursue this... this... is this a meat baby?" Mukade wondered as his antennae and maw drew in as much of the trace that the Thief left. The centipede was blind but he had other ways to 'see'; like a bloodhound, Caerbannog figured that he would be able to pick the Thief apart from the other inhabitants of the city. "Burrow and chase. Be mindful of Guards," the wolf-hair commanded as she looked on; her eyes changed from blue to a golden color, and her black wolf ears emerged and stood up straight apart from her thick black hair. "FOR CAAAAAKE!" the centipede cried as he jumped off the roof, much to the terror of those beneath him. Both landers and adventurers ran aside when they saw a giant multi-legged creature fall from the roof, and once all of Mukade's legs were on solid ground, he used his skill Burrow. Beneath the road, there was no crowd or traffic and the centipede used his other senses to follow the trace of the escaping Thief. Above ground, the paved roads were upturned as Mukade moved beneath it; the rubble became a path that the other pursuers could follow and it headed towards the Thief. "THERE!" Caerbannog yelled from the rooftops and hoped that the other pursuers could see the destruction on the road which began to cause the crowd to move over to the sides.
OOC: Red text is Tongue of Nature (Animal Speech).

[Myrddin]

As the light from Inversion shot forth from his hand, Myrddin watched as it hit the Masked Man. The effect of Inversion went into play, instantly reversing the Mask's profile but that seemed to do little to stop the man. As the spell spun him around the thief crossed his arms over his chest like a pharaoh and continued to run. Only he wasn't running in the opposite direction from where he was going before the spell hit him. He was running backwards. "No way..." He said in disbelief as his arm dropped to his side. This turn of events surprised the enchanter, prompting him to stare in awe as the perpetrator continued running till he ran out of roof and plummeted between two buildings. Right before he dropped out of sight Myrddin thought he heard a voice shout "bye", but he was unsure with the noise of the crowd around him. Clenching his right hand into a fist the enchanter swore softly.


Around him Myrddin could already hear numerous people talking about the Masked Man; spreading rumors so suddenly as the man was still evading capture. Their voices were getting louder and he wanted nothing to do with them. Pressing his boot clad feet against the stone covered ground the enchanter took off in a haphazard gait toward the alleyway the perp dropped into. He didn't expect him to have slowed much from the fall, given the way he was moving on the roof moments before. Myrddin's mind ran with possibilities and as he turned the corner to the alleyway he stopped short. "Shit." He spat slamming the meaty part of his right hand against the rough brick wall of the building. The pain from the blow reverberated up his arm like a bass line from a powerful amp. "Standing at the entrance of the alleyway wasn't going to get me anywhere!" He growled at himself, his eyes flicking from left to right of the alley's exit. "Which way would he have gone? Would he have continued in the direction he was going? Or double back thinking we would continue on in that direction?" The toe of Myrddin's left boot tapped against the ground three times before he something clicked. "No." His eyes snapped wide and an anxious smile spread across his lip. "No he wouldn't. He isn't going to double back. If he wanted to do that he could have when Inversion hit him. No, this bastard went left." He said full of certainty. "I can't catch him on foot though." He stated with his chin cradled in his hand.

Not too far from him was a voice that called out to the people to make way. Apparently this was someone whom was in a hurry. Myrddin looked over his shoulder to see a horse mounted rider with a head of vibrant cherry blossom hair. She was the owner of the voice and she was headed toward his direction. Perhaps she had seen the thief and was trying to help. "A horse..." an idea smacked into Myrddin's head like a guardian's Shield Smash. "Hey! This way!" He called to the woman, waving his arm overhead to improve his chances of drawing her attention. "I know the way he went! Let me ride with you!" He wasn't sure if she was actually after the thief, but he was willing to take the chance, and if she ended up not he was willing to bet he could talk her into it. He extended his right arm as a gesture to let him on.

Suddenly vibrations or moderate force tremored through the ground, nearly sending the reformed cripple to the ground. Luckily for him the building was next to him and its corner saved him from a bruised tailbone. "What the hell was...?" Myrddin inquired, throwing his gaze around till he spotted something on the otherside of the alleyway head left. Whatever it was was large and traveling through the ground leaving an obvious trail to follow. "What the shi- hey! Let's move! We don't want him to get away!" Myrddin snapped and extended his right arm once more, his body language revealing his anxiousness. Relax, Dion. Why are you so on edge? He asked himself but whatever answer he may have been hoping for never came.

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Word count: 716
Tags: @maskedman, @dindeen, Saskia, Wedge
Notes: GAH! This was an annoyingly tough one to crank out. I hope it works for you guys.

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia eyes glared at the masked individual as he stared back at her with a mischievious grin. She furried her brow in determination as he was much further ahead of her and she was still having to train her eye on him while simultaneously trying to navigate through the crowd. It was a disgusting feeling, to be the fastest amongst the group, but to feel powerless, because he was so high up. Still, she chose to press on. After the Samurai had send a burst of wind at him, much similiar to the one she shot at a barrel when they first met, Saskia knew that at least the others involved had the advantage of ranged abilities. She only had a tiny handful of skills that could potentially aid her in all of this. All of which had to be employed at a close distance. Saskia’s facial expression portrayed a scornful growl as she lost sight of him and he dipped into the lower levels. Which alley he had dropped into, Saskia couldn’t really tell, she had hoped that the Samurai could stay on his tail however.



Saskia grunted as she curled her wrist inward, snatching the reigns, then slapping them down in a hard crack as she urged Icarus to gallop faster, the crowd began to disperse rather quickly as a lander dived to the side and shouted several curses while his grocery bag dropped on the floor spilling several oranges about the ground.



“Oi, watch where the hell you’re going you old fool!” The man yelled as her shook an angry fist, while turning over on the floor, and gazing at her ride off. However, Saskia wouldn’t stop to look back, pressing ever onward as thunderous hooves clapped hard against the cobblestone. Her body bumped up and down across the charging steed as she heard a voice shout out to her in the distance. A black man with ebony braids waved frantically at her and shouted. Saskia blinked and squinted focusing her attention on his garb. It was familiar, he was one of the others that noticed the thief and shot....some type of magic at him.



The man yelled about how he knew the way the person went and asked her for a ride. She approached and was about to snatched him up on the horse before a loud trembling sensation boomed from the ground, causing Icarus to get riled up and rear back on his hind legs. Saskia gripped tightly on the reigns as she tried to drop her weight down, to prevent herself from falling over. Icarus’s heavy hooves collapsed against the pavement and Saskia’s head turned toward whatever beast was tunneling beneath the surface. She had never seen that before and she gripped her chest as she felt like she nearly had a heart attack from the sight.



“Bloody hell...I swear the crazy shit I’ve seen in this game is going to kill me one day...” Saskia gasped as she watched Myrrdin push himself off a wall. Myrrdin shouted a few words in a rushed expression as he once more extended his arm. Saskia reached down clasping her clothed hand across his forearm, and using all the strength she could muster in assisting him mount the creature.



A woman shouted at Saskia and she recognized it to be the woman signalling her to follow the cracked up trail the beast left behind.



“Alright, so you’re saying we should follow whatever the hell is tunneling under the ground? Gotcha! Come on Icarus!” Saskia shouted as she snapped the reigns and darted out after the tunneling creature. She followed the beast as it led her to a crowded street.



Saskia pulled up on the reigns to get the horse to yield momentarily.



“Shit...there’s so many people...” Saskia said as she looked through the pedestrians searching for the man. She noticed a shadowy figure hop onto some stands, hurdling across them like a parkour maniac.



“Alright, screw it, let’s go! We’ll just ride alongside the rubble the beast made. Looks like it cleared a lot of the people out of the way. I’ll try to pull up alonside him and give you a good shot.” Saskia said as she snapped the reigns down once more, and Icarus galloped with haste as they began to become only a five meters away. The mans speed was incredibly ridiculous, but the duo on the horse was gaining on him. Saskia’s heart pounded in her chest as the adrenaline washed over her. She activated her skills [Knight’s Heart] which increased her agility by roughly ten percent  providing a slight defensive buff. Making her a bit more faster, and elusive, should the mask man try to retaliate.


"Alright, I hope you're packing some serious heat, because we're right on his tail!" Saskia shouted as gripped her shield that was strapped to her back and raised it in front of her. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words: 850
Post Theme Song: Impending Crisis



TAGS: @dindeen Masked Entity Myrddin Wedge

template by caesar

[Wedge]

The Sorcerer realized he’s at a big disadvantage in this situation.

This thief is way too fast and his acrobatic feats make it worse. While his body looks quite capable of doing wonderful physical feats. Apparently the level of this player character is too low. Not to mention the class that he picked is not focused for physical activities. Doing the last thing was already tiring enough for Wedge. If he keeps on this chase, maybe the thief would already escape to somewhere far away. What keeps Wedge to stay on this chase is his sole determination to catch the thief, even if he have to overexert himself and ended up opening his eyes in the Catherdal. He doubts that he would catch the thief, he can’t even keep up with that figure.

He can still relax for a bit, he knows that there are others who are chasing after him. They would buy some time to catch up and corner that thief until the Blue Sorcerer arrives at the scene and provide support for everyone there. Things are going to be slow, though. Wedge is almost out of breath. Every few minutes of running, he has to take a break and inhales some deep breaths to recover his energy. Nevertheless, despite this entire disadvantage, he still persists to try himself catching up with the culprit.

“For God Sake… that thief is too fast. Maybe I should have picked Guardian or Assasin for my class.”

Wedge is about to reach the place where the food stall lines up, used by the culprit as his stepping ground like the free runners on the real world, something startled him as he witnessed something… odd. A shriek? Where does that come from? Wedge looked at the rooftop, the direction of where the shriek came. Oh god… now a Centipede? It’s coming from the seemingly familiar figure over there. Did that figure summoned a Centipede.

Mother of God.

Terrified and amazed at the same time. Wedge is frozen solid upon looking the creature over there with the menacing appearance. It looks like it could eat anyone soon enough. Wedge supposedly is panicked, screaming in fright or something like that, but he’s frozen. He’s too shocked for everything. It takes exactly five seconds to have the gears in his brain works again and process the environment around him.

“Oh God… a giant centipede… this doesn’t sound good. This doesn’t sound good.”

Wedge then starts running at the direction of the thief’s steps while having his eyes plastered at the creature above him. Wedge runs faster and tries to move away from its path once it starts JUMPING DOWN AND BURROWING HIMSELF UNDERGROUND, MOVING WHILE HAVING ITSELF UNDER THE STEPS OF THE PEDESTRIANS!! WHAT’S THE CREATURE DOING?! IS IT TRYING TO EAT SOMEONE?!.

OH GOD NO, NO, NO!! SOMEONE’S GONNA BE EATEEENNN!!

That’s just Wedge’s exaggeration about things. Actually, he vaguely got the idea that the Samurai on the rooftop is calling this centipede to catch the thief and probably eat the culprit as the snack. While it looks like a big help, the Sorcerer is afraid with the possibility of the centipede losing its control, although he’s sure the scary-looking centipede is bound to the summoner. Monsters have higher violent tendencies compared to civilized creatures.

The burrow mark, however, gave Wedge much help. All he have to do now is just following the centipede’s track to catch up with the thief. His legs slowly start to kill him, but he doesn’t give up. Even if he’s the slowest of the chasers, eventually he will catch up with them and will give a spam of Mana Arrows and Grimoire blasts to this Thief for causing him a hard time.

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TAGS: Masked Entity, @dindeen, Myrddin, Saskia | WORDS: 623 | TOTAL: 1427

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NOTES: I assume Caer is on the rooftops, please correct me if i'm wrong. And i'm the slooowest one here D:

[Masked Entity]

Random Quest

Appearance of a Mask!

-+- Current Participants -+-
@dindeen
Myrddin
Saskia
Wedge

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“Come one come all! Try to catch the blackest soul of all!” A distorted laugh echoed out over the sound of the crowd as the Masked Man nimble vaulted through the air, his grin spread wide beneath the pale white mask. These fools couldn’t catch a rabbit, let alone him. So much for “strong and powerful Adventurers”! HAH! They were nothing but ordinary souls, much like his own. Although he wouldn’t call himself ordinary. No sir! He was quite different from ordinary…

He was better.

But! He knew deep down that he was not invincible. Those who thought such were but idiots to the system they lived in, and the Masked Man was much more aware of his place than many of the others he once lived beside. The Mask grit his teeth, his frown disappearing as his eyes flickered beneath the shell he cast himself inside. As he hopped across another stand, his boots clattering over the wooden roof before pushing him up against the wall so that he could avoid an empty space, the mask turned back and looked over his shoulder. A loud crashing noise rang into the air and he watched as a massive beast dove into the ground. It was fast, and moved underneath the ground like a machine. It reminded him of one of the creatures in the caverns; a huge, armored body with many claws ready to rip him apart. Disgusting oversized bugs, they were.

“…but an oversized bug is all you are….” The wretched grin returned and the masked man tore across the landscape at his consistent pace, elevating himself to a height so that he could cross the street in one huge bound, his feet slamming into the side of a building as he landed. The instant he hit stone, he used his momentum and darted back to the stands, hitting wood next. His feet took off like cannons and he was off in a sprint forward again, this time with a better view to his destination which was closing in fast. Ahead of him was the Parliament Building and a herd of buildings which surrounded it, as well as an access to a very, very intricate sewer system inside. Time was running out…

…for him. The Mask could only move so fast on his own, and although he was still not at his full pace, the others were catching him. The beast which burrowed beneath the ground headed for him with extreme accuracy, the ground tearing up as it moved. Beside it, there was a couple moving on horseback. Yet, they were the least of his worries. After sighting the two players and the massive bug sent by the woman from the roof, the Mask looked back; where had the Sorcerer gone…?

“Well, that’s interesting…” The fourth Adventurer was back, far back, but still running. Clothed in blue and his feet moving at full burn, the Sorcerer continued to chase the Mask even though the black being moved ahead with ease.

“Now there’s some determination!” The Mask chuckled loudly and looked back down towards the horse riders and the bug’s path. Now that he had a crowd, it was time for the show to begin! The real show…

Suddenly, the Mask’s left hand extended outwards and pointed directly towards the two on horseback. His eyes narrowed on his target and his left hand began to glow, a black and purple haze emerging from his glove like a mist. A mist of death and corruption which could torment the souls of the weak should they inhale even a whiff of it. The body of the Mask tingled, and his teeth locked into a large grin beneath his pale shell. A moment later, the haze dispersed. A spell had been cast, but not on the players; on the horse.

Tempting Hysteria.

Not a moment after being cast, a herd of black spirits crowded around the face and the body of the young steed, whispering and crying out to it. Words of deceit, anger, hatred, and ugly sins bathed the Horse’s ears. The closer the creature got to the Mask, the louder the voices became. To instigate the effect, the Mask dropped his pace slightly, causing the horse to come in closer until the voices were practically screaming at it, but only for a moment. Once his spell had taken full effect, his feet burst forward and he erupted into a much faster pace than even before, racing towards the Parliament Building and ultimately his escape.

Tempting Hysteria has been cast on Saskia's horse!

: Skill Details :

A target affected by this skill experiences auditory hallucinations, as though the spirits are constantly whispering into their ears. The closer the target is to the Caster, the louder these sounds appear to be. The casting time of all of the target's spells are increased by 0.1 seconds for every 1 meter they are close to the Heretic. Its maximum range is 20 meters, its casting time is 5 seconds, its duration is 30 seconds, and its cooldown is 60 seconds. A target currently affected by this skill's effect is treated as though their Corruption was increased by 2.

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Bitterness stung the back of her throat as the meddlesome thief taunted and cackled as his nimble body dashed across a clutter of obstacles and obstructions that Saskia was unable to reach. She had to manuever and weave her horse around crates as he exclaimed about his vigilante pursuers having to catch him. The horse’s gallop slowed as it maneuvered around the crate, dodging a rather nasty faceplant and proceeded onwards towards the man who mocked them with a mischievous grin, Saskia darted her eyes at him with a malicious squint as her body bobbed roughly on the horse. The burning determination in her eyes began to boil as she clenched the reigns tightly and crack them roughly her greaves spurring the colt onward. The crackling and rumbling of cement could be heard as the centipede began shattering the cobblestone in front of her sending several rocks flinging back.



She tried to stay her distance as the horse awkwardly tried to cant over the rolling bits of debris that was unearthed by the Samurai’s creature. She withdrew to approxiamately ten meters behind the assailant as she grumbled about the conditions of the terrain. A light grunt escaped her lips as an assortment of colors from screaming and crying pedestrians rang out from the city streets, the citizens were distressed and Saskia began to wonder if the collateral damage this incident would cause would have been worth the return of the woman’s purse. The singe of ambivalent resolve began to settle within sew it’s weeds into Saskia’s heart. She glanced down towards the floor in doubt, but as she saw the flickering of swift footsteps in the corner of her eye, she saw the intensity of the Samurai who hurdled the rooftops from above. She glanced an eye back at the steadfast willpower of the blue mage who used all the energy he could muster to endure the chase. As Myrddin’s braids flew back she could feel his determined gaze trained on the target.



“We shall not falter...” She muttered as she grew inspired by their spirits of intense resolve. She drew her chest closer to the neck of her horse, as they stampeded past alleyways and pedestrians behind the crooked mugger, staying their distance. However, she would witness the sour truth of the man’s abilities. Whereas she had mistaken him for an agile assassin or even possibly an evasive monk, the light robed felon was indeed a user of the dark arts. She cringed as he began to unleash a spell towards them, her eyes trained on the positioning of the palm of his hand. She drew a blank line to where it was headed.



He’s not aiming for us, he’s aiming for the bloody horse!



The sirens screamed through her mind as she tugged the reigns over to the left, trying to draw the horse away from the cursed spirits, but her efforts were of no avail as the hordes of demonic spirits dove at the stallion, sensually whispering and muttering inaudible, yet heavily sinuous words. Saskia felt a dark and dreary aura encompass the horse as it neighed wildly and began to jerk it’s head around wildly before t’s hooves hit the pavement in a wobbly an absurd manner, Saskia groaned as the beast began to contantly swing it’s head around and then began to run towards the broken trail and hop across it., coming across the side closer to Caerbannog. Saskia clenched the reigns harder as she snatched them up to make the beast trot to a disgruntled halt.



Saskia swayed her hands at the demonic figures, but her hands just fluttered through them. Meanwhile, Icarus began to shake his head violently, unable to bare the burden of the stress.



“Damn it!” Saskia shouted as she slammed the back of her fist along the wall, watching the man run off. She shook her head in disgust, as she rolled off and dismounted the horse. Icarus began to trot backwards and stomp about in an angry manner.



“You might want to hop off, I got a feeling he’s about to turn into a bucking bronco pretty soon...” Saskia said as she offered Myrrdin a bit of friendly advice.



“Everything’s going to be alright Icarus. It’ll only last for a little while.” Saskia muttered before she ran off in pursuit of the calculating criminal.



“This bastard’s pretty freaking clever...but not clever enough...” Saskia muttered under her breath as she huffed a heavy breath, sprinting the best she could in her heavy armor.



Before she could even take five steps, the wild horse had charged off ahead violently, before even giving Myrddin a chance to dismount. Dashing ahead in a mad blind rage.



Saskia trotted a few times, her eyes bulging at the site.



“Wait, wait...taxi?” She whispered reaching out a hand before letting out an exhausted sigh. “Damn it...now I’m stuck on foot and he’s stuck on a crazy horse...screw my life, man...” Saskia sighed as she put those greaves to work and scuttled after the masked man.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words: 843
Post Theme Song: Illusions



TAGS: @dindeen Masked Entity Myrddin Wedge

template by caesar

[Myrddin]

HP 5% | MP 96%

Enchanter - Scribe - Apprentice

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Horseback riding had never been something Myrddin had experience in. Born in the southern states of America one might think he would, however, the enchanter was born and raised in an urban city so horses weren't common. Despite his inexperience he held onto the pink haired guardian with his right arm looped around her waist. The bouncing and bounding of the horse's barrel like body was uncommon to the city boy. He knew that the muscles in his legs and buttocks would be bruised, battered, and sore before long. It wasn't a thought he liked to think about. Although at the current time, the soreness of his extremities was the furthest thought form his mind as he watched the Masked figure maintain his lead on them. Myrddin's muddy-water eyes tracked the Mask, his irritation fueling his determination to catch the thief.

As they rode on in pursuit of the thief Myrddin moved his eyes away from the Masked man for a moment and turned his gaze to the whatever it was underground. The destruction the creature was causing was rather large in comparison to what the thief probably stole. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach as he looked up and noticed movement along the roof tops. A short woman in what looked to be a schoolgirl outfit was racing along the roofs of the surrounding buildings. He hadn't noticed her before but Myrddin was more than certain that she was after the Masked man too. As he opened his mouth the call to the rooftop runner the horse beneath him and the pink haired woman started to act belligerent. Tossing its head back and forth and bounding over the ruined cobble stone trail they were galloping beside. Myrddin tightened his grip around the guardian's waist as they came to a stop by a building.

Myrddin took his chance to look at the horse and bore witness to the whispering of spirits into its ears. The guardian slammed her fist against the side of the building, much like what he himself had done earlier, and dismounted. She tried soothing the steed but was met with nothing but enraged whinnies and neighs. The pink haired woman stated that he might want to dismount before the horse got worse. Myrddin nodded and placed his hand on the saddle, where the guardian sat a moment before, and pushed himself up. In that instant it seemed as though the Universe was angry that Myrddin hadn't experienced enough misery in his life and ordered the horse to charge on. The sudden motion of the guardian's steed sent the enchanter back on his haunches as his arms pinwheeled causing him to lose his staff. His rotary arm movements had almost cost him his seat on the horsey pleasure cruise of life, had the enraged steed not made a sudden change in direction he would have fallen. 

Icarus had turned and barreled down an alleyway that ran perpendicular to the course the Mask was running. Though Myrddin wasn't too worried about that at the moment, what with the crazed warhorse leading him down a narrow alleyway towards the unknown. "Seat!" Myrddin cried to himself as one of the times Icarus bounded over an obstacle he landed hard on the sensitive package he was carrying with him. Tears of pain welled up in his eyes as he looped his fingers around the pommel of the horse's saddle and pulled himself into the seat. It too was uncomfortable but offered a much more stable sitting position. With his butt seated more securely in place the enchanter took the reigns tightly in his hands and looked over the horse's mane, making sure to stay low to avoid any decapitating lines that may lie ahead. Numerous people both landers and adventurers alike noticed the crazy rider with a death wish barreling down on them. "MOVE! GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF THE WAY!" He roared, waving his right hand in an attempt to get people unaware of his words to move. Most listened, those that didn't were clipped by the heavy warhorse as it galloped past them.

Icarus took another two or three turns, took them on a tour of Londonium's alleyways and a quick and leisurely strolls through the college garden of the old Westminster school grounds. Myrddin could see Jewel Tower to his left, now overgrown by vines and vegetation. He knew from his time in London and Londonium that the Parliament building was dead ahead of him. It was a large and beautiful structure that Myrddin felt was a bit intimidating at times. The street the laid between him and the Parliament building was littered with wagons and old, nature claimed cars that no long ran. He wasn't a equestrian. H didn't have knowledge of how to make a horse jump over large obstacles. He didn't have to confidence to try. So in a hasty attempt, the enchanter adjusted his grip on the reigns and jerked them to the left as hard as he could. The mind plagued horse resisted at first but eventually gave in to the half-alv's demand and turned so he was running parallel to the front of the parliament building. "This...IS such bull...shit!" Myrddin cried as the horse began acting far more belligerent and wild the longer they rode along side the front of the Palace of Westminster. 

The enchanter held on as best he could but wasn't strong or skilled enough with horseback riding to prevent what followed as Icarus threw on the brakes by slamming his front hooves into the pavement. He dipped his head forward and bucked up his hind legs, the sudden stop in forward motion caused the half-alv to fly from the saddle. The song "I believe I can fly" played in Myrddin's mental jukebox as his left shoulder  and side of his head met with the ground. He felt his body crumple into a ball of crippled enchanter meat. White hot pain flashed before his vision but no scream escaped his mouth, instead only a soft whimper coursed through his vocal chords. He felt like he had gone a round against Ali, Tyson, and Mayweather all at the same time. He knew his shoulder was wrecked without testing it, the lack of feeling in it helped him realize that. His head, however, was still okay. Mostly. Blood pooled inside his ear and ran down the side of his face. He glanced at his health bar and saw it was flashing red. "F-fantastic..." he groaned as he used his right arm to push himself onto his knees. It all hurt but he could at least still move his right arm and see from both his eyes. Looking over his shoulder, painfully, he saw Icarus stamp around in a circle as he bucked as a few people tried to calm the beast. Turning his gaze back ahead of him he let out a body shuddering sigh, he wasn't sure what else was going to happen, but whatever it was he just hoped it wouldn't hurt.

In his hope for painlessness Myrddin glanced up, the pounding of his head making his vision pulsate. He saw something moving toward his location very quickly. It took a total of three seconds for the image to register as his brain slapped itself back into working order. Myrddin's eyes widened, he had somehow managed to get ahead of the Mask....but how? The Mask was no doubt faster than all of them, including the death horse, Icarus. So why was it he was on his knees watching the masked man coming toward him?

Something inside him didn't bother trying to answer the questions that had formed. Whatever it was that was inside him, driving him to keep moving, didn't care about any of that. It only cared about catching the bastard and making him pay. With some strain Myrddin raised his right hand and watched how the Mask moved. He waited a moment more before letting a spell's name escape his lips inaudibly as his arm fell his his side.

Just ahead of the Mask, approximately a meter or so, a single orb touched down on the side of a building. Every enemy within five meters from the point of contact took minor damage and would notice their directional movements were inverted. Instead of left, they'd go right. Right is left, up is down and so on. Myrddin had used this ability to escape from danger once. But never had he used it to try and catch someone.

The enchanter glared at the Mask, a smile smirk on his face as he watched his spell go into effect. He only hoped the Masked man was considered an enemy. If not then his thaumaturgy might not work on him. If it didn't he'd have to use something else. "Come on." He cooed, mustering up all his false bravado as he could.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Staff

ABILITIES USED: [Mind Shock]

Words: 1488

Notes: Sorry for the wait. Had family in town. I hope this works for you guys.

Post Theme Song: Ride Along









TAGS: Masked Entity, @dindeen, Saskia, Wedge

template by caesar

[Deleted]

550 words HP 100%		Pet: Mukade IX => Beech MP 100%
While Caerbannog felt that her theory about the Thief being attackable was correct, she was still not confident enough to throw an aggressive skill right at the target. There were four people in pursuit so she hoped that at least one of them would be able to catch up to the Thief. The samurai still needed a clue and it was fortunate that one did come just in time. Fortunate for Caerbannog, but unfortunate for the poor horse that was with the guardian Saskia and the enchanter Myrddin. As she ran on the rooftops, the wolf-hair noticed the attack on the horse. It came directly from the Thief and given the situation, a Guard should have appeared already if this was a regular adventurer or lander. Caer was fairly certain that the horse was not just a regular mount or borrowed pet because the guardian had been able to command it with certainty. It was either an animal trainer's personal pet, or a cavalier's trained mount; either way, it was tied to its 'owner' and the system should have detected the attack as a move against Saskia. Either there was a flaw in the system which would allow pets to attack players in the city, or this Thief really was some sort of glitch. From that attack, Caerbannog made a decision. "Muu-chan!" the samurai stopped on the rooftop that was as close to the Thief as possible, "Quake Stomp then Bulldoze!" The centipede jumped out of the earth just as the guardian's horse reared towards that direction. Hopefully it would have stopped the poor confused beast in its tracks and brought it back to its senses. If not the shock from having the earth upturned before you, then perhaps the shock from seeing a four-meter long centipede. As for Mukade, he did just as his trainer commanded: Quake Stomp sent debris and loose earth flying around him as the centipede pounded on the ground. He then set his sight on the Thief, their target, and used Bulldoze on the building beneath that masked person's feet. Caerbannog immediately unsummoned Mukade after the attack so that the ruined building wall would not fall on him, and she called out the wyvern Beech. The dragon soared to the sky and noticed the Thief which seemed to be at the center of everyone's attention. "Use Gale Force on him!" the wolf-hair commanded. But of course, the hard-headed wyvern only stuck its tongue out at Caer. No matter, the samurai had another use for him. By then, the familiar-looking sorcerer Wedge seemed to have gotten back on his feet and managed to catch up with the small group. Caerbannog jumped off the rooftops and landed in front of him, and then she took his hands in her. "Get ready!" the samurai yelled at the tall man as she spun him a few times around until she gained enough momentum to lift him off the ground. And then he flew. Caerbannog threw Wedge right at the wyvern whose back was turned to the group. Beech did consider using Gale Force, but he couldn't be bothered. "Hold onto his neck! Stay away from his mouth!" the wolf-hair yelled at the sorcerer. Hopefully, he wouldn't hate her too much. It wasn't everyday that he'd get to ride on a dragon after all.
OOC: Red text is Tongue of Nature (Animal Speech). Beech is a Level 50 Wyvern from the Custom Bestiary.

[Wedge]

Wedge is still following the burrow track made by the giant centipede despite his legs are desperately pleading him to give them some break from all this long and tiring walking and running. But Wedge’s resolve is harder than steel. He already set a target and he won’t rest in peace until he accomplished his goal: Blowing that masked face with Grimoire blasts and Mana Arrows. This sounds stupid, but Wedge’s resolve is something like energy drink. It gives him a surge of adrenaline, forgetting his tired body and makes a rushing sensation all around his body, exciting it to the point where it could exert itself to the utmost limit. Despite his fragility, he still keeps walking in a fast pace, trying to get on the location as soon as possible.

And things escalated quickly.

The Centipede is going nuts, sending rocks flying and tackling random building. But soon it disappeared, replaced by a flying, two-legged dragon without arms. A Wyvern. Wedge is a bit frightened with the fact that now there is a wyvern on the battlefield. Dragon is much more violent compared to other violent monsters. But again, his resolve is the only reason that makes him able to stay here and withstand his fears and anxieties.

Things escalated quicker.

Without realizing it at the first place, Wedge, with his mind completely focused on his goal and ignoring everything else around him, has his way blocked by the mysterious figure that suddenly landed in front of him. Shortly after that, the armored female, despite her small stature inside the sturdy armor, is grabbing Wedge’s hand with such force, and spinning him around like how a top class pro-wrestler would swinging their opponent and throwing them outside the ring. Wedge is startled, but he couldn’t do anything as a response to the girl’s action. The shock freezes his brain and nervous system, hence why the girl could do this pretty easy. Wedge finally snapped back to the reality once she’s almost throwing him away.

“E-eh?! Wait! What are you do—“

Before Wedge could finish his sentence, he could feel that the girl is releasing all of her strength to Wedge’s body. He can feel his body lifted. He’s not touching the ground anymore. Yes, now Wedge is thrown away. In a split second, all those adrenalines are pumping his excitement to the climax, releasing all of his mixed feelings in one, loud scream. His baritone voice is changing to something high-pitched, close enough to how a woman would scream when she’s almost facing her final moments.

“WOAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!”

The scream of fright is slowly turning into an enthusiastic shout of excitement. He felt really alive in this game for the very first time. Flying is really weird, but it’s not a bad experience. In fact, Wedge is starting to enjoy his short trip of flight. The breeze created from the friction between his body and the open air is chilling him down. And the feel of the speed thrills him. However…

Wedge is not expecting this would happen.

This is the weirdest, quickest, and highest escalation of events that he experienced today.

He’ll bump with the flying dragon.
The Sorcerer just realized it by now, the reason why the familiar figure spinning him around and throwing him is to give him a gap closer, but closing the gap by jumping to a dragon… while it sounds pretty good… this happened so suddenly that Wedge is not excited with this turn of events. He is panicked.

“I’M FLYIIIING… TO A WYVEEEEEERN!!”

Despite that Wedge is clearly panicking, his sub consciousness handles the situation. Involuntarily his arms would open, embracing the impact between him and the wyvern’s back. The familiar voice is like a command, without second thought, the sub consciousness moves his arms to the armless Dragon’s neck, while his body slowly moves to slightly adjust a comfortable position for him to sit on the Wyvern’s back.

“Ooo, h-hello there, buddy! I hope you don’t mind with me riding on your back! Let’s get along well for a while and get that damn masked guy!”

Wedge is a bit anxious and insecure about this. But riding a dragon sure is something fun! It’s like a dream come true! Despite the hectic situation and the hard times, Wedge is happy with this. Then he slowly rubs the back of the Wyvern’s neck and keeps his grip on check so he wouldn’t fall from the ride. If the Wyvern is getting along with him, he would pat the Wyvern’s back lightly, trying to imply that he wants to get down and give that masked man a special gift: One Mana Arrow aimed at the masked figure’s head, followed with a Grimoire Spell Blast to the figure’s torso. Mana Arrow’s homing properties would be a good distraction despite the low damage it could give. Hopefully the masked figure will be distracted with the Mana Arrow before the real deal, the grimoire blast, would go straight to him.

But that’s only if the Wyvern is getting along with him, for now he will keep his grip tight and goes with whatever the Wyvern would do.

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TAGS: Masked Entity, @dindeen, Myrddin, Saskia | WORDS: 862 | TOTAL: 2289

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Equipments: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Grimoire

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NOTES: I'll let Miss Caer decide if her Wyvern would cooperate with Wedge or not. Wedge is still holding the Wyvern as for now.

[Masked Entity]

Random Quest

Appearance of a Mask!

-+- Current Participants -+-
@dindeen
Myrddin
Saskia
Wedge

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“Boop… Woop! DOOP!” A joyful flurry of words filtered through the lips of the maniac as he trotted across the cityscape, his voice cherry and full of excitement as his blood rushed through his veins. This was what he had searched for! His previous profession did not allow him any of this, not at all. It was all boring patrols and watching, just, watching. He could not run free, he could not dash around, and he could not disturb the pitiful excuses for “beings” in the world around him. These… adventurers, never even thanked him for his duties. And now that he had been freed there was no stopping him! He would get what he wanted, but first he had to decide on a few things.

After casting his spell on the horse, the Mask took note of its effect, as well as the frustration of one of the riders; a pink haired armored Adventurer. She seemed quite angry that her poor little horse had been meddled with! PERFECT! The sight amused the Mask and he began to laugh at it, the devilish noise spreading into the air once more. She could do nothing for the creature, nothing at all! However, the little that was burrowing under the ground bug could, somewhat, for as the horse began to thrash its master called down from the rooftops. The Mask’s eyes narrowed and he glanced forward for a moment as he traced his path once more, mostly to keep him from tripping and bashing his face into the floor like an idiot. Then, he turned his head a little so he could see the scene while also keeping tabs on his own movements. First, the Centipede burst from the floor. Second, the horse darted off into an alley way, the fleeing option caused either by the sudden fright of a massive creature rising from the ground or by the spell still on it. What was even more laughable was the fact that the second male Adventurer was still stuck on the mount! And so, as the horse ran off so did one of the Mask’s pursuers… Beautiful.

“One down, three to go.” He huffed, chuckling beneath his breath, and looked forward for just a moment before a loud, rumbling noise that was equivalent to an earthquake got his attention. Yet, before he could even look he found himself in a bit of a pinch. The owner of the centipede had ordered it to cross into the Masked Man’s path, and just before he stepped off the stall he was currently on it slammed into the foundation of his next destination. The impact and the assault caused the building to tremble just before it started to fall and crumble in on itself. Though, the attack was nothing instantaneous; the building was falling, but it was not obliterated in the strike which would have hindered him greatly. As the massive object fell, the Mask turned his hips, his abdominal muscles burning as he turned his feet slightly so that he could move along the falling wall. He took only two steps on the building before pushing off and escaping to the balcony of the next, a pile of dust and rock puffing into the air behind him.

“Smart…” He blinked and took in a breath, pausing just for a moment to get his mind reset. He looked over his shoulder to see the destruction behind him, but it only made him chuckle. Over a small bag of money, the female player was willing to destroy the whole town. Her pet had destroyed the street as it followed him, and now it had taken down someone’s home or lively hood. The sight of such a thing made the Mask shake his head. It was quite disheartening to see the carelessness of the Adventurers, as well as how little the world mattered to them. These players were all coming after him with the sheer intent of stopping him, and most likely killing him. With the destruction of the building behind him, The Mask took a mental note of its location and pulled out a small ribbon from a pouch that was located just above his buttocks. That ribbon, he stuck in the shadows underneath the balcony he crouched on. After, he continued his run. His job was finished, his information gathered.

The fun was over.

Without care for those following him or attempting to keep up, the Mask darted forward, his speed at full throttle and his feet churning across the balcony. Once he reached the end, he elevated himself up to the roofs again. Before, he had exposed himself so that the others could follow and so that he could have some fun. Now, he moved with only the determination to leave. His goal was close, and he would reach it in a matter of minutes. Should his pursuers be able to keep up, then he hoped that they were better at capturing than they were chasing. Though, one surprise for him was the sight of the horse returning to the fray, and it brought the other player back!

“What in the…” As the Mask ran, his feet kicking up dust and dirt on the rooftops, he watched the horse from before dart in front of the Parliament Building’s entry point and then suddenly stopped. Due to said stop, the player on its back was thrown clean off and into the ground. The Mask burst out laughing as he ran, his sprinting turning into a horrible, hasty stumble as he watched. Oh god that was hilarious… until the player recovered. A moment later, the man’s right arm lifted up. A second later; an orb appeared in the space in front of the Mask. His eyes narrowed and his feet pushed into the floor. With a hard kick, he jumped into the air and curled into a ball to dodge the or---WAIT A MINUTE.

“OHSHI—“ By the time he realized it, it was too late. The orb wasn’t a bomb or some sort of projectile! Instead, it caused area-damage, and the Mask’s body began to sting all over as he neared the ball. He winced beneath his mask and his vision flashed to static for a moment; his entire body distorted for but a moment as he was injured by the orb’s effect. Just as he touched down, he left the orb’s range and the distortion stopped. The Masked Man cursed underneath his breath and shot forward into a sprint once more, his feet reaching the last building. As he hit it, he shot up into the air and dropped down directly in front of the Magical player that was between him and the parliament building.

“You did a bad thing, you did…” As he spoke, the voice behind the mask became a mess. High and low pitches escaped it. It seemed as if the system was unable to discern the voice, and attempted to correct itself which led to further confusion. The result was something from a child’s bad dream. The Mask did not care, however, and stood up anyways.

“Be thankful that I am not here to kill…” The Mask rumbled before he jumped over the player’s head, leaving him to his own thoughts. Then, his feet pulsed again and he sprinted straight towards the Parliament Building’s entrance. As he closed in, his feet swiveled and he turned around, his back to the massive building and his face turned towards the town beyond. His hands vanished beneath his cloak as he pulled the cloth around his lower body. He knelt down, causing everything but his mask to disappear from sight.

It was time for the finale…

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 The sound of metal scarping against each other resonated from Saskia as she ran down the street, her face growing a rosier shade of red as she took sharp inhalations from her nose and exhaled short breaths from her mouth, trying to keep a steady pace as she hurried after the meddlesome thief. Her eyes darted to the left and watched as Myrrdin shout loudly and Icarus neigh wildly once the centipede burst from the floor in front of him. Saskia shivered at the sight as Icarus took off with the robed enchanter and went barreling straight towards an alleyway with the dark skinned rider. Saskia’s thoughts began to singe with regret, as she contemplated desummoning Icarus, but didn’t know what effects it would have while Myrddin remained mobile upon him. Saskia could only whisper a slight prayer for the man as she looked over her shoulder and tried to focus her attention on the other plays being made by the rest of the viglante team.



Saskia was impressed by how boldly the Samurai had commanded her beasts. Not only did she happen to have reign over this giant centipede, but she had control over another creature Saskia had never seen in the game before. Well, at least some control, as the Wyvern seemed somewhat reluctant to follow her orders. Saskia frowned at the insubordination, seeing a Wyvern as a great ally during this time that can help turn the whole chase around. Saskia was even more distraught when she saw the arrogant beast stick it’s tongue out at it’s master.



However, the raven haired Samurai seemed to have her own unconventional trick up her sleeve to use the Wyvern’s positioning to her advantage. She leaped off the rooftop and snatched up the Sorceror who seemed to have hobbled his way back into the fray. Keeping a firm, uninvited grip around his arms, she spun around wildly and flung him hard as if he was trying to send him straight to the moon. The look of Saskia’s face was in shock as she saw the robed guinea pig flutter through the air as he let out an excited scream and effectively latched onto the flying behemoth.



As Saskia kept running, she saw the masked man get assaulted by an orb that shot out of an alley. Perhaps, it was the Enchanter? Was Icarus nearby? Saskia squinted in determination as she ran and cut through the alley to watch as the purse-snatcher leap over the heavily wounded Enchanter’s head. Saskia ran to Myrddin and slid in her tracks. Gritting her teeth at the escapee, but couldn’t help but be inclined to render aid. Taking a few seconds to cast a [Heal] spell on the injured man, she tried to offer him any assastance he might have needed to get to his feet.



“What the hell happened? Did he do this to you? How in the hell...?” Saskia looked as his low hp bar began to fill somewhat with a concerned expression. She then winced to the sound off wild neighing as Icarus brushed past them and stampeded madly towards the masked man in a violent gallop.



Saskia blinked as she ran after the horse. It was headed towards the Old Parliament Building and as it reached the end it briefly stopped, stomping at the area surrounding the clothed masked man as if agitated. As Saskia neared the exit, she could see it lowering it’s head and his nose flaring about as if something it sniffed in the air made it unsettled. Saskia looked in the direction of where it was trotting to see a Mask hovering above the cloth, and she hesitated, uncertain of why he had stopped or what his intentions were.



“Enough games.” Saskia said as she unsheathed her sword from it’s scabbard. “If you keep trying to run, you’ll only die tired...”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Heal. 
Words: 644
Post Theme Song: Illusions



TAGS: @dindeen Masked Entity Myrddin Wedge

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[Myrddin]

HP 10% | MP 96%

Enchanter - Scribe - Apprentice

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As the spell interacted with the world Myrddin's mind sped up, his heart rate spiked. The adrenaline from the fall hadn't yet worn off and granted him the sort of perception that you only saw in movies. Or video games. The world around the enchanter slowed as his perception of time altered. Myrddin felt like he was watching the slow-mo scene in Wanted of the Matrix. Sudden memories of a internet search on neuroscience reared its head in his mind. ...the basal ganglia located deep within the base of the brain, and the parietal lobe located on the surface of the right side of the brain, are critical areas for this time-keeping system. Or so the paper said. He thought, as his arm dropped to his side, far too heavy for him to lift now. The ache from the wound on his head throbbed like a bass drum. Pain rolled through his body like a marching band full of assholes playing at a gathering of hungover college students. The only thing Myrddin wanted to do now was lay down and let the darkness of sleep take him.

Something isn't right here. A voice said in his head. This whole time something hasn't been right. You know it. You just need to realize it! The voice snarled. I don't know what your talking about. Myrddin's inner voice grumbled, groggily as if on the brink of sleep. Bull! You noticed it earlier! Something about this Masked Man was off. Myrddin's inner voice was silent. Get yer head outta yer ass, Dion! What was it you noticed about the Mask earlier!? He knew exactly how to counter the effect of your spell. Without even using a spell! He's insanely fast, like he's got his own bottle of Nitros! He cursed the Cotton Candy haired woman's horse with ease. And instead of using that insane speed to get away earlier... Myrddin's eyes opened wide as the realization struck him. "He slowed down, I remember!" He exclaimed loudly as he saw the Masked Man land and push against the roof of the building rocketing into a sprint once again.

"He was toying with us. But why? He took a single coin purse that couldn't have had too much money in it." He muttered in audibly, his lips moving too fast for the average person to read. "He boasted about the chase earlier, right? So then perhaps he was testing us? But for what? How would he want to test us?" More and more questions flowed from Myrddin's lips as the Masked Man reached the end of the last building and shifted his body to perform a jump. "His speed has changed. He's not toying any longer. Which means he got what he was after. Whatever it was wasn't the coin purse otherwise he would have just bolted. Nah, he's got the information he was after. He's making a break for it now." He smirked to himself as his eyes followed the Masked Man's descent, his mind placing the puzzle pieces together. The Mask spoke, his voice a mix of high and low pitches, the fluxing sounds shot a high pitched sound through Myrrdin's head, like the feedback you get when a mic gets too close to a speaker.

"Running to hide in Parliament like a Politician, eh, Masky?" The enchanter said through clenched teeth. His muddy-water eyes shined from the tears the welled in them. "Got all that info, did ya?" The Mask looked down on the beaten man and spoke words that sent involuntary shivers down his spine. In this world death meant only the loss of memories, Myrddin had seen what happened when someone lost a good deal of his memories. The idea of forgetting everything he held dear frightened him. Coupled with already substantial fear of dying, one could imagine the words the Mask said and the emotional weight they carried. However, Myrddin was stubborn and almost never let his weaknesses show and as his perception of time returned to normal he watched as the Masked Man disappeared as he bounded over him. A short moment later the cotton candy haired woman (as the earlier voice said) appeared and came to his side. Her lips flapped, signifying that she was saying something but iwith his perception of time restored, he had a hard time making out what she said. 

A brief moment of warmth enveloped the enchanter and his health rose slightly. Some strength returned to him but not enough to stand. He could move his arms, however. The dubstep house party in his head relaxed some as if the neighbors called the cops. It was still there, just lessened. The guardian spoke with anger, his feathers seeming to shimmer for a moment as she drew her long sword from its home. "Wait..." Myrddin groaned and placed his left hand on her shield arm. "Don't." Using his hands and somewhat restored strength, he turned his body so he was mostly facing the entry way into the old Parliament building. "Hey, Masky...Could I get that coin purse back?" He asked. "I mean, after all, you weren't here for that." His cracked lips spread, blood from his busted gums made his smile look like he just survived three rounds with Tyson sans the half eaten ear.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Staff

ABILITIES USED: N/A

Words: 883

Notes: Sherlock mode initiated.

Post Theme Song: Hour long









TAGS: Masked Entity, @dindeen, Saskia, Wedge

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500 words HP 100%		Pet: Beech MP 80%
Beech was having a very bad day. Well, the wyvern was always having a bad day, but this seemed to be badder than bad. He had, once again, been summoned by the obnoxious little biped; if not for her ridiculous strength, the dragon would have tried to attack her already. But he knew better than to charge to his doom. So he was summoned, but he did not exactly have to follow her orders. The wyvern did not, for a second, think that the samurai would have other ways to make use of him. That was until Beech felt something collide against his back, the collision followed by desperate arms that clung to the scaled beast. Surprised, he was unable to react at first and had to focus on keeping himself from falling to the ground due to the sudden change in his weight. As Beech struggled to stay in the air, the sorcerer Wedge was able to fire off some attacks aimed at the Thief. Meanwhile, Caerbannog trailed just behind the rest of the group. As soon as she realized that their attacks worked against the Thief without the intervention of Guards, the samurai also realized that they were in danger especially those of the squishy classes. The samurai quickly pulled up her interface and targeted Saskia and Myrddin, party requests sent to the two of them. Overhead, before the wyvern decided to try and throw off its passenger, the sorcerer was also targeted by Caerbannog and a party request was sent to him. The wolf-hair gave her fellow adventurers a few seconds to acknowledge her request and once they either rejected or accepted it, Caer activated Denkosekka. She then dashed off towards the Parliament building as the Thief bounded past everyone in the way. Curiously, their target did not seem to be in too much of a hurry to leave. With the speed that he displayed earlier, he could have gotten out of Londiunium already. Did he get lost? No. Caerbannog braced herself for the worst. "Let go of the dragon!" she yelled at Wedge as she held up her hands towards him. If he let go, the samurai would catch the sorcerer and put him down on the ground; if he didn't, his well-being was in Beech's temperamental hands. Either way, Caer used Dokuganryu and put up a dark cloud that obscured them from the Thief's view. Once the cloud covering was up, the samurai dashed in front of the sorcerer or any other member of the party; she used Bishamonkeshin to seize aggro and to put a hit-point regen buff on herself. Lastly, as the Thief ominously vanished save for his mask, Caer used Murakumo no Tachi to put up a barrier between their group and the strange Thief. She could only go up to Chain 3 thus the samurai prioritized shielding the squishy enchanter and sorcerer, but if Wedge had gone off on a grand adventure with Beech, Caer would shield the guardian as well.
OOC: Beech is a Level 50 Wyvern from the Custom Bestiary. Samurai skills have descriptions if you hover over them.

[Wedge]

Wedge didn’t expect if the Wyvern would cooperate with him and let Wedge scored something. Wedge is surprised that he actually did something. He paid his efforts in chasing the thief, but probably the thief will return his kindness tenfold. Wedge had this disturbing feeling and thought inside him. He just hope that this mask won’t do a sure-kill technique. But even if the thief’s next action is not a sure-kill technique, Wedge would be dead anyway. He’s like the one with the lowest defense here. He’s really fragile and a single punch would hurt him very much. The thought of the wyvern going wild is not helping him, either.

The notification that Caerbannog invited him to a party makes things more difficult. He barely could move one of his arm while keeping his balance and not losing his grip on the dragon. But he managed to do it. He accepted Caer’s party invitation and now he’s in one of her party members along with the other chasers.

“I knew it. It was her.”

Wedge sighed a bit in relief. He somehow felt this girl samurai is pretty familiar, it’s really her…

“Let go of the Dragon!”

Easier said than done. Wedge is having a hard time releasing his grip from this creature. Aside from his fear of having a dangerous fall that would instantly splats him if any of his temporary friends failed to catch him, the wind is also distracted him to actually do something.

“I caaaan’t leeet it gooooo! It’s too haaaaard!”

The sorcerer screamed, his voice is scrambled by the strong wind.
And now black cloud is surrounding him and the dragon. Wedge only could keep his grip and hoping that the armless dragon would cooperate with him for a longer time.
“Well, sweetie, as much as I w-want to let go of my hands, I couldn’t do it right now. So please bear with me for a w-while? Okaaay?”
Wedge hopes the Wyvern understand the circumstances, but if things are going south, let’s just hope Wedge is falling down to somewhere soft.

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TAGS: Masked Entity, @dindeen, Myrddin, Saskia | WORDS: 348 | TOTAL: 2637

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Equipments: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Grimoire

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NOTES: Sorry for being late, a bit busy lately.