Murderous Hearts [Vylbrand Academy]

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Eve was darkening the sky outside the Drowsy Drifter Inn. Morrandir sat slouched over a map, spilling out ink crosses carelessly as she dismissed various locations he had either cleared or found clean of heretics.



Beside him, Saskia sighed. The daylight hours were ticking away, as were the hours of Morrandir's curse. He had more restraint than most men the Wolf Hair had yet encountered in her short lifetime, though the effects of the miasma would grow. It seemed not to affect him now, though the passing of time was a fickle thing, the like to make fools of them all.



"Anything?" She asked the Lander, her short, dark hair swaying as she craned a look over her shoulder.



"Nothing," he sighed back, accented voice full of tired worry.



The Wolf Hair rose from her creaking chair. "I should go and speak to the townsfolk. Perhaps they have some work for you."



"Then I should go," Morrandir objected, knowing the people were used to confiding in him their knowledge of the darker things. Given that Saskia was a stranger, and a adventurer at that, would not make her task easy.



"Looking as you do?" the Guardian questioned a little bluntly, and then folded her slender arms. "I don't doubt they would prefer to put their trust in you, but if just one of these people notices the change in you, then our task is as good as over and our efforts for naught. And I can be persuasive, when I need to."



"Then take this," Morrandir said, fumbling with the ring he wore. "They might recognise you're allied with me if you show it to them," he suggested.



Saskia looked down at the small metal band, a raised circular section marked with an engraving. "You are from Londiminium?" she asked with a touch of surprise, noting the familiar floral design that made up a part of the kingdom's crest.



"I was not born there, no, though I have been many times and the ring is all I have left of my former life."



"I would have thought your captors might've removed such a thing from you."



"They would have, had I not swallowed it. It's since come back into my possession though," he said a little sheepishly. Saskia's eyes revolved slowly to regard him with an exasperated look, entirely glad she was wearing a swath of bandages over her arms. "It's been cleaned many a time," Morrandir added.



"Charming," the Guardian grimaced, and slipped the too-big ring on a long strap about her neck, as though it were an amulet. "I doubt I will ever unassociate that story with the crest of my homeland."



"My apologies. I hope it won't mar your memories of home."



"Those that aren't already marred by their own circumstance," the Wolf Hair answered. "Growing up on a farm has its ups and downs." She then vested the thick, platemail of

the gauntlet, the metal imbued with insignia of Vylbrand’s emblem.



"I was born on a farm myself, you know. Though, my life at arms began when I was just a boy, thirteen, I think."



"Perhaps another time?" Saskia reminded him as she stepped towards the door of the rented room, quick swapping into civilian attire, leaving her platemail armour behind as to appear less intimidating to the rural townsfolk.
 

She look over at the fellow adventurers that were in the room as well. "Let's split up and see what intel we can gather on this talk of rogue heretics...they've been mutating the citizens in this town and we've got to put a stop to this before the miasma spreads to the rest of the town." 


In the open area of the inn, the hearth burned warm and a few patrons talked in hushed whispers. Rumour and mistrust were definitely rife within the town, and the suspicions of a simple mind worked unease upon the people. The Guardian approached the bar with hopes adequate for one who, through logic, knew her chances of extracting information.



"Any rumours in town?" she began rather simply, addressing the elven woman.



"Morrandir's type?" she asked, having booked them into the room. "Not that I can think of. Bit of arson and some thefts, but no rogue heretics or nothin'."



"Wait a moment, arson?" Saskia asked, familiar with the workings of fire.



"Oscar’s house? It burned down not too long ago. It's a real pity about his wife and kid. The screams woke half the town," the woman told her. "Most folk won't go near it now for fear it's cursed."



"How did the fire start?" the Wolf Hair asked, intrigued. Fires were not her concern, not now, but a little more information on a possible curse might have its leads.



The barwoman leaned in a little. "Oscar claims it was a hearth fire. Some folks say Oscar started it himself."



"With his own wife and child inside?"



"That's what they say," she shrugged. "See, he's living with Beatrice now. That started the day after the fire. It ain't right moving in with a new love the day after your kin die like that."



"And of course they can't prove he murdered them," Saskia mused, and then thanked the proprietor and left.



She spent over an hour asking passers-by if they had any word of rogue heretics in the area, occasionally using Morrandir's ring to gain some trust, but no one had any real leads for her to follow. She couldn't much imagine how irksome the Lander would be getting, stuck idly poring over maps in the small room. She had even returned to Joshua and asked if he knew of anywhere the foul creatures might still be present, but he merely replied with "Thanks to your friend, I doubt it."

Saskia sighed and returned to the middle of the hall, waving a finger at whoever's attention from her group of companions was paying attention, beckoning them to a an empty room to discuss matters privately. 

"So, anybody manage to dig up anything on these guys?"

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Quick-Swap
Words: 1006
Post Theme Song: Master of Shadows



TAGS: Bailin cortana strife Mitsuru Kirishima

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[Bailin]

“Aye, I think I did. A bit of a walk out of here, maybe half a day at most, stands an old lighthouse. It appears empty and does not shine at night. There is nothing of value near it; however there appears to be a group of about ten to twelve shady looking folk hanging around it. It might just be a huge party, lovers or something not as evil as the folk we’re hunting, but it might be worth checking out.” Bailin said, a hint of grim resonating through his voice after he had walked in a few minutes earlier and waited for Saskia to finish up her business.

“It does not please me to take a fellow adventurers life, however, what has to be done has to be done. These heretics are abusing their class to defile this world and I for one would not like the Stratford Wardens waltzing in here. Those chaps have a tendency for mercy killings. They will execute you on the spot if they think it in the best interest for either you or those around you. So let us prevent that from happening here and rid ourselves from these annoying pests and sorry excuses for adventurers. They give us a bad name and a name in this world is all that you are, a peg to hang your achievements and deeds from and from which people will know who you are and what you did.” Bailin speeches, waving his left fist to accentuate his words whilst his musket leaned gently against his shoulder.


“As for the practical theme: The lighthouse is surrounded by water on the one side, rocks on the other. There is about 75 meters of open terrain with a dirt road leading past the lighthouse, including a small branch leading towards the lighthouse. Opposite and next to that empty stretch is a small wooded area; this is also from where I did my observations. If it either were skill, luck, overconfidence on their side, or a mixture of all these elements, they had not detected me. For which I am grateful, though this world is new and death for us is not as it is for Landers, I’d prefer to not die at all, bar for a good reason.” He continued stating, eyeing his fellow adventurers.


“As for a strategical plan, I think a trip through the forest would be best. Perhaps silently send those lucky enough to be outside back to the cathedral, where they will be awaited by some coppers. On a tactical level: snipe or assassinate those outside, breach the door if we can’t silently open it and rush in, bashing in those present. As it’s a lighthouse I suppose there are about… five rooms and a top floor, though we should assume there are more and thus more places to hide. Also we should not stop looking after we’ve gotten our tenth or twelfth target. Like I’ve said, I’ve seen about ten to twelve, but who knows how many there are.” Bailin explained and told the others his plan.


“Then all that is left are formations. I’ll take up left forward, I think it’s best if Saskia took the frontal middle, with another dps or tank on the frontal right. Behind that should be either healers or ranged attackers, with perhaps some of our lower levels as well so they can help rush single targets.” Bailin continued with a stern voice, trying to inspire confidence and radiate authority.


Sighing loudly he continued: “Now that that dreadful business has been settled, does anyone think we should handle this otherwise, has suggestions, preferences and so on and so on.” He said smiling and a lot less grumpy, as if his icy exterior had melted as he relaxed.


WC: 630
Saskia Mitsuru Kirishima cortana strife

OST, I think it slightly fit, even if it's just in the name ;): www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgHmp15Tigc

[Mitsuru Kirishima]

It was sunset. His red burning eyes watched with a thoughtful and clouded gaze as fiery red orb of light slowly sinking in the horizon. The sun was pouring his hot oranges and reds into the cloud like a pot of molten lava. The weather was a bit chilly striking as phantom spear. He felt abnormally weak and tired recently. He exhaled a deep sigh before looking down to his hands.

What is happening to me ?...

Every single of his nails started to crack since 2 or 3 days. He resolved to paint his nails with a dark black ink (nails). It was the only way to hide those cracks. That had never happened to him in his whole life time. Both in real life and in the game -which wasn't a game anymore-.
He got up on his feet slowly and started wandering in the village streets. He jumped backwards, scared, when a black cat ran from a back alley to another little street. The wind was blowing through his silver hair as he breathed heavily. The streets were empty, he had heard rumors about this small village. Rumors spread, whispering that there was a gloomy presence hazing over here. Curious like a kid, Mitsu' just wanted to get into some adventure, he felt as nothing bad could happen to him even though he wasn't sure of that. He had almost died while making a dress, so going out at night in a silent and seemingly empty village wasn't the best idea to stay alive.

This doesn't seem abandoned at all...

Lights were coming from various houses. Most of the windows where shut but light was sneaking through the blind blades. People were still living here but it seemed as if there was a curfew, he was -as it seemed- the last one walking in the streets of this little town. His steps were as silent as a ghost. It was as if he was levitating from a few inches of the ground. No sound was produced by his steps. Without noticing it, he had activated his unique tracker ability which was called "Silent Move" hence his slow pace and silent steps. The silver haired Mitsu' wasn't in any rush and preferred being unnoticed then being in an unwanted presence and circled by evil willed people.

A noise similar to a bell drew his attention. The last lights of the burning sun enlightened his eyes which were as visible as a red led of a remote controller in a dark living room. They gradually shifted towards the direction of the noise, his body tilted to face the source of the sound. Step after step he came closer and closer to its origin. Shadows appeared in his peripheral field of vision.

I think I should act as if I didn't see anything...

He mustered his courage and continued moving forward but suddenly stopped. The noise was getting stronger and stronger. He could feel it in his heart but as he stopped so did the sound. The last he had heard came from this... This place...
There it stood, long dark and menacing. It was just a gap between two derelict buildings, it formed an alleyway dark and unwelcoming as limbo. There it was again, a shadow shaped as a monstrous human. The curiosity of the boy was skyrocketing as was his adrenaline and heart rate. He reluctantly made a first step into darkness his feet slowly hitting the pavement. The alleyway was narrow and the atmosphere as cold as if death had grasped your heart. Mitsu's head was hurting and his eyes were twitching. The bells started ringing again in a life devoid sound.

What am I doing...

The dark and narrow street engulfed his entire body. It was as if he had lost the sense of directions. He could only go forward or go backwards, but both seemed as difficult. His sight caught various shadows each causing the heretic to cut his breath and stop his steps until they passed. His eyes could barely grasp the monstrous shadow which he was following. His heart beat followed each and every step he dared taking. His entire body was shaking in shock, his hands trying to catch the feel of something in front of him or the cold icy rock-made buildings on his left and right. The alley seemed to become more and more narrow as he dove into the alleyway. He could feel things grasping part of his body. At first his ankles and then his wrists. He felt oppressed and in lack of oxygen.

I can feel him... I can feel them... Why! No... No they are gone ! Let me alone !

A knee to the ground, both hands squeezing his head and his body rocking back and forth. It was as if he was going mad. What was happening why did he go into such a street. His heart was pressured, it seemed as if it was going to explode at anytime. A whimper of exhaustion escapes through his quaking lips as he murmurs.

"I tried... I tried saving you..."

A dark mist surrounded the entire alleyway and stripes of darkness could be seen coming out of the street as spikes from hell. His body was swallowed by darkness. The monstrous shadow got further and further as he kept a knee on the ground. His head raised and he shouted in despair

"Wait for me... Don't... Don't go !..."

He forced himself on his feet and continued until reaching a dead end dispersing his hopes. The shadow wasn't there anymore and there weren't any bells. The sound had stopped yet the feelings on his body hadn't. It was like a snake roaming all over it.

The hard reality hit Mitsu' as he heard something dripping to the ground. He scanned the darkness helplessly for any sign of the sound, touching his surroundings like a blind person. His hands started feeling warm. His head bowed down towards them. His knees dropped to the frozen ground numbing his lower body. Tears streaming down his pale face distorted by torment. His hands were shaking as leafs on a windy day. He couldn't breathe anymore, words wouldn't come out... He needed help... He needed someone. Evil laughter from other people crawled into his mind which he couldn't stop.

"You are... alone..." hissed a voice in the darkness.

His hands were covered in a warm red liquid. Old memories flood through like a wave of destruction, breaking every sense of happiness and hope he had, nothing was left but this alleyway and his sorrow bleeding from his entire body. He cried of desperation which could be heard in the entire little village.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !.."

And then the silent hit...
His entire body shivered, he shut his eyes close only to find even more darkness. His eyes were swollen with tears and noise just a tad red.
Forget everything that just happened. It wasn't true. What is happening ? Why ? Why now...
His hands covered his tortured and saddened face as he tried recovering from this mental instability. He dragged his body in the corner of the dead-ended alley and huddled up against the cold stinging wall trying to find a ray of hope.

Words: 1212
Tags: cortana Saskia Bailin strife
Skills Used: : Tracker Silent Move
Post Theme Song: The Truth

[Pen Ddraig]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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Pen stood with her back against the wall as she listened to the Odin-like warden. She folded her arms across her breast plate as he touched on a few things; the main being an old lighthouse he found that resided, maybe a day or so out from town. The warden, Bailin, as she earlier learned his name was, mentioned a group of shady looking individuals that congregated around and inside the supposedly abandoned lighthouse. Pen thought about why someone with a group size of twelve or more might possibly choose to plant roots in a lighthouse. In terms of defense it wasn't very sound. According to the warden the location provided some defensible location due to being on the waterfront. However, was it just a forest that remained around the lighthouse?

Bailin also spoke on his personal feelings on killing. While they all knew now that dying in the world wasn't permanent the thought of killing someone still posed a strange sense of guilt on some. No, death wasn't permanent for them, but it was for the Landers. The once two dimensional non-player characters that inhabited this world before they all awoke within it. Many of them were simple peddlers, shops owners, and farmers. Since the Catastrophe the People of the Land had been recognized by many are real people, no longer as npcs; they had their own stories, lives, emotions. No they weren't bits of data any longer. Pen thought about the few Landers she had befriended and felt her heart sink at the thought of their deaths. She understood Bailin's reluctance to kill, but she wasn't worried about killing an adventurer that sought to spread pain and death to innocent people. At the mention of the Stanford Wardens, the wolf hair felt her chest tighten. If the rouges are able to roam freely, many innocent may die. Either by their taint or by the Warden's steel. Pen was unconsciously gritting her teeth at the thought.

It wasn't long before she snapped out of her mind's movie theater and regained the conversation. Once again, Bailin was talking about the lighthouse. However, this time he was going over formations and battle ideas. While he did appreciate a man that could multitask and understand the ways of dropping the risk to his team, the guardian wasn't so sure about the rough draft plan he had thought up. Pen cleared her throat before she began, "Bailin, while I don't completely disagree with your ideas of battle strategy -and I'm no strategist- but who's to say the forest isn't laden with traps and means of surveillance?" She unfolded her arms as she stepped away from the wall. "From the way the area is described, with the water on one side and the forest sandwiching the lighthouse, wouldn't you bug the main way of entrance? That is, of course, these are the rogues." Pen had begun pacing back and forth, turning after going five steps each time. "If we were the rogues, and you were hold up inside the lighthouse; what would you do?"

Pen stopped pacing and shifted her large shield on her back. "Again, I'm no strategist, but my friend had beaten me numerous times in other games by me not thinking like my enemy. I think it might be beneficial if we..." Pen stopped and let out a ragged sigh, "For the love of god." She growled, placing her hand on her chest, "Sorry, I friggin' worked myself up and now I can't catch my damn breath." Pen's relaxed English accent was much thicker when we was angry. One thing her mum told her was a gift from her grandmum. After a few moments she let out a significantly more relaxed breath. "There. Now, as I was going on about; I think it might be more beneficial if we think like they would. Is there any way we could get eyes on them again? Maybe someone with a high tracker skill and a damn good silent move? 'Information is the best weapon' my old guild master would harp on about that."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED:

Words: 680

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[Spades]

    Spade’s nightly journey for this time was due to Saskia asking him for a favor to find a heretic, he has no idea on what to look for but she told him to find out what he can. He had no problems with this so he was looking around the bad parts of town again. Surprising enough he saw many things somehow relating to his own world but they were much more lighter in tone, he began to ask around for any information on someone acting out of place compared to their surroundings. “Have you seen any strange person or persons in this area in the last month or so?” he asked a vendor, “I haven’t seen anyone or anything” The vendor looked around his surroundings when he said this, he held his hand out though so Spade could guess what he wanted. He was annoyed that he even encountered these types of people in a world of video games and from a lander no less! Spade was in on mood to spend money to make a rat squeal, so to show that he was in no mood to play Spade frowned and leaned forward and whispered in his ear “Remember that I don’t stay dead, you on the other hand do.”, this got his message across as the man trembled in fear for his life. “I-I-I saw a cloaked group headed towards the lighthouse a while ago, they looked like they were in a rush too so there must be something important there. That’s all I know I swear!”



    Spade had a feeling that if he threatened him anymore he will risk losing standing with some of the more important landers. He stepped back from the man and began his travels through the city, he saw people laughing and enjoying the warmth that comes from others companionship. Spade was reminded of the people he left behind but this was not a time he could remember what used to be, “I can’t stand and watch this! I have to find another way around.” Spade felt very uncomfortable watching the large groups of people eating and having fun, he took a detour from his current path and began to walk the back paths. I saw the usual people doing things in the back alleys that he did not care to mention, he would have continued on his stroll without much of a care until he saw a sight he himself hoped to never see again; he saw people in the fetal position not barely moving at all only sobbing. “They must have moved them out of the way, I hope you find the courage to stand up.” Spade said in a sympathetic tone to the people sitting on the ground. He nodded once in their direction and continued on his investigation and journey to the lighthouse, after he walked past the people still in depression Spade was sure that he would not see any more. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one more on the ground, he assumed that this person tried to move but he could not keep the thoughts out of his head and he spiraled into depression once more. Spade nodded his head once more and he continued on his way, he turned once more because he thought he saw some kind of dark aura coming from the persons direction but he put it out of his mind assuming that it was from the man being depressed.



    After he met the depressed players the walk to the lighthouse was quiet and uneventful, approaching his destination he saw a few figures in front of the light house along with a man that was sitting in the distance looking at them. Spade decided that it would be counter productive to his objective to alert the greater group to his presence since he does not know how strong they are nor how many there are. Spade bent down and slowly approached the man spying on the group in front of the light house, he looked in his surroundings for anything that could help him establish contact with him without creating too much noise. All he could see was a few rocks that would have caused damage and a great amount of sound. He thought about using a skill but he knew very well did not have such a fine control over his skills. Only thing he could do was call it in to Saskia and ask what to do next. Spade took a few steps back from both the light house and the spying man, he then found a large boulder and hid behind it and raised his hand to his ear and thought about the person Saskia, with a few rings she picked up with a “Hello?” and Spade responded to this with “I found a group of suspect people at the lighthouse, a group in front and a man that was spying on them further back, he left a while back but he did not see me. I’ll sit back here and wait until you give me further instructions.” Spade completed what he had to say and hung up. He crossed his arms and sat down with his back on the rocks awaiting further instructions.



Word Count: [879]
OOC- Had to adjust it due to continuity errors
Tags- cortana, Saskia, Bailin, strife, Mitsuru Kirishima

[cortana]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Katana LH: Empty QS: Starter Pistol

WC: 973 TWC: 973 Tags All the poeple

Cortana was a bit of a night owl, though she tried to keep a standard sleeping pattern. However the setting sun always seemed to energize her. The nights she had spent wandering the town instead of sleeping were special to her. It almost seemed magical. She hoped that one day, when she became more agile and trusting in her body she could run along the crowded rooftops at night, guided by the moonlight. [break][break] Just the thought of it was enough to distract her. It was more than just that through, she was simply unfocused tonight, at least she couldn't focus on the lengthy speech gunboy was trying to give. Normally she would have been on top of strategy, or at least, influencing it, but tonight it just wasn't going to happen. She would be there for the operation, and she would shoot, stab, slash and maim anything she was pointed at, but that would have to come later. [break][break] Besides, there was still searching to be done. What better way to her off mood than fulfilling its wish to explore the city like a cat at night in search for prey. So while Bailin was talking Cortana quietly, at least as quietly as she could, snuck out into the street. [break][break] To say Cortana was a cat on the prowl wasn't quite accurate. Cats could at least land on their feet when they fell. The cobble steps leading down a pathway lead to an unflattering fall on Cortana's part. If someone had seen her they might have thought her to be daft, or drunk. The truth of the matter was the unnatural motion of stepping down steps was even more alien to Cortana, and her absent mind hadn't corrected itself quick enough. Her rear had taken a beating over the year but she was quick to pick herself up again. [break][break] With a quick dust off Cortana set off down the cobble road in search for something, a clue about the heritic perhaps. Not that she was searching very hard. Sure a few NPC's and players still roamed the streets, many on their way to a warm meal and a soft bed, but Cortana didn't bother even questioning any of them. She could have passed their target and not even noticed. [break][break] There however was one stranger too, well, strange to not notice. Cortana had stopped at the opening to an alleyway where distressed sounds could be heard. She pressed her back against the wall and peaked around the corner, trying her hardest to remain unseen. Whoever it was did not sound pleasant, or like they had it together. [break][break] Cortana had some information on the Heritic class. Back when he played games, not lived them she was the type of MMO player that would try to learn each class in-depth before the game was even downloaded and work out some wacky fun sounding build of her own design to play through the game with. While the Heritic class was not released when she was downloading the game, she had picked up on some information about them from fellow adventurers. They were a very interesting class, and unique among the other Elder Tale classes. Self-destructive seemed to be their feature but Cortana wondered how the class could have worked if it was just a game still. Its not like they could give the player a headache. [break][break] The adventurer in the alleyway presented itself as exactly what Cortana imagined a suffering Heritic would be like. The pale sickly skin was strange to see in a game where adventurers didn't get sick. The tarnished, cracked nails too added to the one foot in the grave look. Unhealthy was another way Cortana would describe it. She couldn't help but to pitty the suffering soul, punished by their own class choice. Crippled by corruption. As a ex sufferer of a crippling disability she felt deeply saddened by what she was seeing. [break][break] When the player let out its final retch and recoiled to the shadows to curl up and be silent Cortana couldn't hold back any longer. She had known what it felt like to want to just hide against a wall, to curl up into a ball and wait out this world. But the world never changed, not without people to change it. Cortana had her family, her friends, but who did this Heritic have? [break][break] Completely forgetting about her mission she stepped out into the alleyways entrance, not too quickly to scare the poor soul, but as she stood looking down into the shadows she lost balance, and fell to the side slightly. A quick step and a hand extended against the wall stopped her from falling over, but she had failed to keep her movements slow and unthreatening. The mishap made her laugh, an innocent, childlike laugh, as she was humoured by her own actions in such a serious situation. [break][break] She decided to carry through with it. If she could break her own tension with laughter, maybe she could at least put the Heritic to ease with her smile. She wore it wide and warmly as she took slow steps down the alleyway, her left arm stretched out so her fingertips stroked along the wall. [break][break] "Are you alright darling?" Her voice was warm, completely free of fear and as welcoming as she could make it. Normally she put on a cheeky act, that sounded friendly and warm sure, but more designed to tease, than calm. With her free hand she extended it out towards the Heritic, an offer of trust. [break][break] "Come on out of there hun its alright, I don't bite!" She didn't want to pester him too much, but she knew if she didn't push him at least a little bit, he might just remain clammed up to the world. She knew she would, if she was in his shoes.

[strife]

Strife lay on the floor of the room, clad in plain civilian clothing, with his hands behind his head, acting as an improvised pillow. "I turned up nothing. No leads. Zero. Absolutely nothing. You wanna know why? Because not one single person would talk to me about the heretics. Not one. They wouldn't talk to me about anything, actually." Strife had been hunting down as many Landers as he could find and inquiring about the rouge heretics, but not a single one would speak to him. It probably had something to do with his elegant and bombastic manner, which he had temporarily dropped in the presence of the other adventurers so they could get straight to business. "These guys could be pretty tough. We'd better be ready to take them down."

Strife tilted his head slightly as the others talked strategy. Strife was no tactical genius, but he could follow what they were saying pretty well. "If we use Bailin's formation, I call dibs on the frontal right. There are a few things I wanna try out in combat. But yeah, information gathering is always good. We could get a serious advantage that way." Stretching out his arms and legs, Strife rolled around on the floor a little ways to the left, and then the right. These guys thought that killing other adventurers was a little distasteful, and Strife was inclined to agree. But the ends satisfy the means, and considering how unstable heretics can be, it was probably safer to kill each and every one of them as quickly as possible. Honestly, they deserved the pain they would feel, and it wouldn't permanently kill them.

"We should execute them calmly, quickly, and methodically. But that begs the question. If they do revive, then what happens when they do so? We could end up back at square one again pretty easily, right? Or am I missing something?" Strife tried to fit all the pieces in front of him together, but he was never the best at solving puzzles. You have a bunch of bad guy heretic adventurers, doing pretty bad stuff. What's to stop them doing that bad stuff again after they revive? It's possible that the most secure option would be to either imprison them somehow, or figure out a way to stop them reviving... Hello? Richard? Did you just start thinking of a way to get someone to die permanently? Do you actually want to commit murder here? Because I certainly don't.

Strife's thoughts were scrambled, like they had been through an egg beater. He tried to pull them together, grasping at the edges of his mind. Yes, it would be wrong to stop his fellow adventurers from reviving. They'd just have to achieve this some other way. He got to his feet and brushed himself off. "And on the note of intelligence gathering, don't we still have a few more scouts out in the field? Maybe they found a crucial piece of information that we don't have. At any rate, couldn't hurt to check, right?" Strife reequipped his Warden Armor and his Flail, and shook his head from side to side a bit. "But of course, Rouge Heretics are no problem when I, the magnificent Strife, am here! With my power working alongside you all, failure is simply an impossibility!"  Regular Strife was back, and ready for anything.

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[Luiniel]

Heretics.

Apparently the class had a knack for driving the users mad or maybe the users were already mad. She had no real clue what to make of this information as this class did not exist in the servers she came from originally. Needless to say since this whole catastrophe things were starting to pick up quickly for the adventurers. Already she was being brought on raids to help suppress the bad guys and save the villagers. Still she sort of wondered what she was doing here in the first place only being level one. Every extra pair of hands helped in a situation like this but she found that she might be more of a hinderance than any sort of relief to the team.

Haunting a corner somewhere nearby, it was easy to over look the samurai as she took up very little space. Her usual grin was replaced with a pensive look as she pondered the meaning of all of this. They were planning a raid- they were planning to take the lives of fellow players to protect people who had once been nothing more than 1's or 0's in a system. The Warden expressed his disdain for killing his fellow players but Lulu had no such reservations. They could revive which was more than they deserved for trying to control or kill something that could not ressurect like they could.

Snapping out of her own reverie the samurai would tune into the tactical aspect of this gathering. A lighthouse covered by water in the rear and a forest as it's primary defense? Seemed like a bad idea to try and take it head on as they were most likely to set up traps or early detection. The guardian known as Pen was right to be wary of such things as anyone could assume such a thing to be a possibility. Her suggestion was exactly in line with the way that the samurai thought as well. They needed some sort of forward scout to either detect the traps or they needed to send someone or something ahead to trigger them.

"Gom- uhm.. sorry." she started before she added her own thoughts. "I agree with Pen-chan. Do we have some sort of Assassin with us who could detect traps?" she asked with focused expression on her face. If not she was going to be the one to volunteer to move ahead of the group and trigger any potential traps. While she was not stupid enough to believe her willingness to go first was bravery she knew it was a neccessity of they had no other options. "Alternatively if we do not I volunteer to go first and trigger any potential traps or ambushes." she said with a plain tone. Most thought her to be mad but she was quite sound actually but her life meant a lot less than a landers in this world.

"Otherwise the plan works. Assuming they do not have any extra special surprises in store for us." she said.

WC - 504

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia leaned against the wall of the inner room by the door. The wood creaked as the wood had been deteriorating over the years. Saskia listened closely as she considered the words of her companions. The first of the group to step forward and speak was the academy’s resident professor, Bailin. He spoke of an old Lighthouse  that was several clicks away. Apparently it was either inoperable or just appeared to be abandoned, except the appearance of a small squad of shady figures. The first thing that popped into Saskia’s head was how deeply they had been outnumbered if Bailin’s words were true. Only a few of them were present. However, she had called upon a few others were enroute to there location. Hopefully, there numbers would stretch enough to stand a chance against their odds.



Bailin confessed his feelings on the matter of taking another adventurers life. If that group were that large in number, then perhaps they were of some guild? But why were they targeting landers and other players? Did they have some ulterior motive? What would drive the hearts of man do indulge in such chaotic mischief? Bailin’s words resonated with truth as he mentioned that these recent occurrences would definitely impact adventurers standing with the people of the land, especially if word reached Londiminium.



Bailin gave them details about the surroundings he had encountered during his surveillance of the area. Fortunately, for Bailin, it seemed that they didn’t notice him. Which was splendid, because such a thing would have surely heightened the level of security. Bailin paused a moment, glancing at Saskia and the others very sternly as he suggested the best course of action from his perspective. Having the proper law enforcement officials take care of them seemed proper, giving the circumstance that they were too volatile to be trusted outside a cell. He mentioned an assault from a distance, and an invasion of a building that had possibly five rooms and an upper level. He mentioned the possibility of their being more places that enemies might converge as well.



Saskia nodded slowly, contemplating whether or not she had anything to add after he suggested formations.



The sturdiest and most blunt of the cadets, gave her opinion. Saskia valued her input and enjoyed training with the avid swordswoman. She respected the fact that the red headed fury was naturally gifted with a sword, and if this wasn’t a game that had levels and AI assisted control mechanisms, would walk circles around Saskia in a duel. She did however make a very keen statement. It was wise to think like your enemy. After all this was like a chess game, and the enemy had probably entrenched themselves in the building for several weeks.



Saskia turned her head to see if possibly Strife had anything to say of value. He was another whom she had met when she first appeared in the game, much like Pen. However, he was a bit more...overzealous. Saskia found this pretty humorous that he had such a big ego. She wondered if he’d have the actions to back up his confident demeanor. Apparantly, he himself had a pretty tough time gathering information. He also seemed a bit agitated of the idea that it was seemingly impossible to truly defeat a force of immortal demi-gods who could abuse the revival system. It was a very unsettling thought indeed, and deep down Saskia couldn’t help but agree with him. He stood up and Saskia raised a brow as he spoke so boldly.



Saskia waited as she listened to one of the junior members of the academy. Those she was rather new, Saskia was aware of her ambitious spirit and decided this would be an opportunity for them to observe and watch how things were done in the field. Saskia blinked as she listened to the young adventurer practically make herself into a martyr for the sake of the mission. Saskia began to think about available resources. She paused a moment before speaking.



Alright, come on Sassy, think...what do we have that might be useful...I’ve got a horse and beer...well, at least drinks will be on me if we make it out of this okay. Horse is good for mobility. However, noise might be a potential issue.



Saskia thought as she navigated through her skill menu. Her gaze then squinted at the rest of the group, eyeing each member as she thought to herself.



Bailin is a warden with a nice array of skills, and he also had a rifle, in addition, I remember he had an assortment of tools from a certain skill that produced various effects, such as a shovel for entrenchments, a power drill, and some other mechanisms...shit..I forgot what it was called. He’s also a mechanic, so I can’t help but wonder if maybe he can defuse some of the traps if there were any.



Strife’s pretty much a paper pusher other than his skills as a warden. Not sure how useful any scribe talents would be...but still an extra sword is always helpful.



Luinel...she’s certainly something...throwing herself into the fray like that. However, she is one of the most mobile of our group if you take away my horse. She might be able to reach places we can’t....however, that comes at a bit of a price. She’s one of the weaker members of our group currently.



Pen, she’s one of the most vigilant member’s we’ve got. She also won’t accept just sacrificing one of our own for personal gain. It’d probably be best to let her partner up with Luinel so she can keep an eye on her. She’s also an Artisan...so maybe she can break through the wall? Maybe create another entrance with Bailin? But that would mean we woudn’t have Bailin’s eye in the sky from a distance. Maybe we should wait until we are absolutely certain the forest is clear.



Saskia paused for a moment before speaking.



“Alright, so I’m thinking Bailin, if you could set up an overwatch position, possibly entrenching yourself. That would be nice. First line of business once we get there, I would suggest getting eyes on at the tip of the lighthouse, they might have a lookout there an purposely blew out the light’s to conceal their position. Next, I’d probably suggest that Bailin keeps an eye out for any traps that may exist in the fields. Using the scope you should be able to zoom in on the possible traps, might not be able to find all of them, but your perception would definitely be a lot higher than ours. Keep in touch and relay information to us via the comm channel in party chat. ”



“Strife, you’ll have forward right as you wish. Be wary of the water, might be possible for Sahagins and other nasty sea creatures like eletric eels to be in the territory. And judging by how the ocean sits to the east. You’d most likely be the one by all that.”



“Pen, I want you to take forward left, just ahead of Bailin, he’ll be a bit further back since he is a marksman. Keep an eye on Luiniel and ensure she doesn’t get hurt. It’s fine letting her lead, as you can always use your bodyguard talents to cover for her and take less damage than if you triggered a trap yourself.”



“Luiniel, I value your ambitions to work with the rest of the team, but you have a certain set of skills I would not see wasted. You are a bit more nimble than the rest of us, so you might be able to reach places we can’t. A valuable asset. ”



“Cortana...shit, she’s still not back yet? Well, anyways, when she gets back, I was thinking of her covering our rear, towards the right, near you, Strife, I might just let her use my horse as she sometimes has issues with her legs. The mobility would also be nice if she needed to make a hasty retreat being a lower leveled adventurer...”



“Once we’ve secured the outer perimeter, there are a number of methods we may potentially be able to use. Bailin, has an assortment of tools that he can use like shovels, drills, and a saw that can be used to quickly alter terrain. Pen, I am aware that you are an Artisan. So, maybe it’s possible that your abilities could be used for a little, desconstruction? Maybe a hole in the side or rear? Also, there’s Lulu...who may be able to reach a window or something and sneak in another way. Though, it would be a bit risky. She might be able to infiltrate a certain area in a more discreet manner that using tools to breach the area. We also could try kicking in the front door, but that’s sort of pushing it. It’s also possible to try a combination of all three to try to attempt a pincer formation.”



Saskia unfolded her arms as she took a moment to watch over their facial expressions and listen to how they felt about it. Suddenly, she got a ringing in her ear and she raised her fingers to her ear to answer.



“Hello?”



“I found a group of suspect people at the lighthouse, a group in front and a man that was spying on them further back, he left a while back but he did not see me. I’ll sit back here and wait until you give me further instructions.”



It seemed that the notorious criminal of the academy had managed to find the same suspicious lighthouse that Bailin had mentioned. However, it presently seemed that he was alone, and that could in itself be both a blessing and a curse.



“Alright, good work, Spades, do me a favor, rendevous with your squadmate, Cortana and meet me back at the lighthouse. We’re headed that way now. Might be a while before we get there however. Bailin says the journey is about half a day away at best. When you get there, you’re going to be the tip of the spear alongside me. We’re taking forward middle and punching a hole through their defensive line. Look after one another until then. “



Saskia paused to listen for any remarks. She then opened up a line of communication and paged Cortana.



“Hey, Cort, I sent Spades to come and pick you up and escort you back to a Lighthouse we found a few suspects at. I’m going to have you take the rear right and watch our backs. Even going to let you use my horse so you won’t have to worry about your legs much. You’ll be a bit further back behind Strife. Let him tank, and try to focus on the same target he is so you don’t aggro any mobs. “



Saskia listened for a reply then turned to Luiniel. “Same goes for you, let Pen tank for you, try to focus on supporting her by attacking mobs she has already aggroed. Don’t try to use your own aggro skills to disrupt her.”



“Alright, now that all that’s settle. Let’s head through the Greatwoods. Stick together. We got a bit of a journey ahead. No doubt we’ll wonder into a few snakes, maybe a crag cow, or even that bloody, Iron tusked Gerald...”



Saskia quickswapped back into her armor as she stepped a foot toward the door to exit.



“Alright, suit up and lace your boots up, it’s war time.” Saskia said as they left and made their way into the thick of the Snowy Greatwoods..

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Quick-Swap
Words: 2045
Post Theme Song: Rage of Mars

Notes: Picture of Lighthouse

Notes: Picture of Weather and conditions for Greatwoods



TAGS: Bailin cortana strife Mitsuru Kirishima Pen Ddraig Luiniel Spades Valentine

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[Bailin]

As Bailin listened to the counter arguments and suggestions at his plan he felt a slight tingly feeling inside his chest. One could work with these people; at least they thought for themselves and did not blindly agree with him. These discussions were part of the ‘Kriegspiel’ or war games, as he recalled, a way German generals used to try out their battle plans. In short it were strategy games versus other officers, intended to find weak spots in the plan, probably counter actions and so on. In this case however, things stayed rather simple, more on a tactical level than strategic, which was a good thing, lest they spend the rest of the night and following day here, debating.


In the end it was Saskia who proposed a rather detailed formulated battle plan, one that would most probably have a high rate of success. “Such a pity we can't continue our little Kriegspiel, but I guess we are on the clock on this one. Thus I concur; this plan sounds pretty solid, focussing on the strengths of each and every single one of us. As for my part in this plan, I will need about half an hour to prepare a quick defensible position. It will be a foxhole with hopefully some trees or branched to use as cover and camouflage. If possible things would progress faster if someone were to assist with the gathering of wood. As for the river: I think we should try and avoid getting to close to it and perhaps it might be also wisest to stay with at least pairs of two. If worse comes to pass you can help each other out.” Bailin continued, elaborating on his part of the plan.


“As for breaking down walls and such, I think my M.U.T. can handle that, for those who are not familiar with it, think of it as a huge Swiss army knife, though with only three options. Traps however are not my specialty though I am willing to try it.” He said with a big smirk on his face. If the worst would come to pass he’d either get miasma poisoning or he would simply die. Neither was enticing but so far those were the worst things he could come up with.


“So, shall we hunt ourselves some heretics?” he asked, grinning and looking forward to the adventure, as he let his eyes flow through the room to observe the reactions of his mates.


WC 414

OC: had to finish up quickly but you lot can just continue ;)

[Mitsuru Kirishima]

He was in a fetal position curled entirely with his arms over his legs squeezing his legs against his chest. His white hair covered his face as they plunged in the gap between his legs and his chest.
He could feel the freezing cobble stone of the wall and the ground spread through his entire body. He didn't want to hear anything anymore. Those voices were haunting his soul, pulverizing his hopes and destroying his joy. His entire body was shaking in cold, but it wasn't the worst part of his current situation, he was terrified. What was happening to him ? Why was he in such a pinch ?

"Leave me alone... Leave me alone please..."

He could feel the dark mist surrounding him and clenching his heart. He was as in a spiral of darkness and anything he would do would make him go deeper.

People are monsters... You should try killing them all... Tear them apart ! Look at what they did to you... Look at your miserable pityfull life. I hope you'll suffer !

He shook his head and sniffed in sadness. His hands had returned to normal but everything else seemed biased. He wasn't in his normal state and he could feel it. He didn't have the same thoughts he wasn't clear-minded. He could smell blood and for some reason it smelt good. He coughed at this thought as to throw up of disgust.

Footsteps... Do you hear them ? I sure can...

His blood red boiling eyes shifted to the left at this entrance of the alleyway he had decided to enter earlier on. They pierced through looking to find something in this tremendous darkness. He needed help and he knew he needed it badly. His arms wrapped stronger against his shivering body as he heard noise in the alley. It was as if an angel had stepped in the narrow passage. A small smile slipped on Mitsu's lips as he closed his eyes. She was a bit clumsy and he was quite the same type of person. Her laugh pierced through the misty cloud of darkness. It was a complete opposite aura. She seemed friendly and trustworthy yet he was repellent and unwelcoming. One could feel the darkness he was engulfed in when entering the narrow dead-ended street. He was just as her in his normal state, laughing, smiling, kind and full of warmth. The girl had bushy hair of a blonde color it looked as if she was some kind of lion. Her hair was in fact kind of a mane, her eyes matched the color of her hair and were cat like. The warmth of a savage animal was incomparable to any other.

Her voice... Her voice is just as...

The silver haired boy eyes were wide open glaring at the woman. She was the only one here to offer help. Her arm stretched and her finger unfolded not far away from his body. She was offering him her hand as a sign of help. She seemed so nice it made him smile even more. That would never have happened in the real world. No one would adventure themselves in a dark alleyway to offer help to someone in a fetal position in the corner of a dead ended way.

Let me grab her hand...

His head lifted gently and slowly, his left arm started unfolding but fear stoke him. His hand carefully unfolded and his long dark finger nailed fingers stretched out, his tried approaching his hand to the girls one but it seemed so far.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING !

Fear stroke him twice. His other arm had violently seized his other one which was trying to grab the hand of the newcomer. His eyes twitched in panic. Why did his right arm do that ? Why would he grab his other arm with the will to retain it from making contact with someone else's hand ?
Tears drowned his face as his red eyes were quickly switching from his arms and hands towards the golden eyes of the wolf looking woman. It was as if a force was trying to prevent him from getting out of darkness.

"Let me take the hand..." he whispered as he exhaled air from his lungs.

It sounded like a whisper in despair. He didn't even feel master of his body anymore. He had lost hope, but someone had come to give him salvation as to guide a lost soul onto the right path. His shaky left hand finger tips finally touched those of the woman. A timid smile grew on his lips as he shook slowly his head to move his hair out of his vision. His hell colored eyes made contact with those of the woman. It was like light touching darkness and repulsing each other. He could feel her warmth ? But what could she feel from him ? A mist of sadness ? A repelling aura or a murderous heart ?

"Help me..."

He didn't know where to go. He didn't have a clue on what to do. He just wanted to get the hell out of this alley. He did not know what was awaiting him and that these people were hunting down the same kind as he was.

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[Valentine]

► 670 WORDS ◄ ►Spades◄ ► this lighthouse doe◄ ► Hey!◄

» Valentine was called in for a guild meeting, it appeared that they would investigate the instances of the ‘Heretic’ class corrupting the players that had chosen this class. Much to her chagrin, she had minimal knowledge on what the actual class was or did and she also had no clue to meet at the randevu location, which she was a bit embarrassed as to ask anyone for directions or help. Rather, she spotted her new friend, Spades, leaving their current town in which she assumed was because he was also called to meet their academy leader for this ‘quest.’ Still, Val being Val, she stuck to the background of his portrait, staying out of sight and away, only keeping his tail in her sight if she had to. She was not brave enough to stand up for her own faults and simply confront her were cat, rather she would continue this little game of follow the leader she had mustered up. It was quite the boring journey, and Valentine would have enjoyed some much needed company, but frankly, the only thing stopping her was herself. Why was she so embarrassed? She had met Spades only days before, taking on several goblins with another guild mater she later learned to be named Cortana. She wondered if he was going to meet her! They were a squad once, why not once more? It seemed on their journey to the lighthouse “together”, he was simultaneously bored and annoyed. She recalled that before the nightly journey had begun, he was investigating some of the players at an attempt to gain any knowledge about he heretic class and how they worked, or rather where they worked. He had gotten hints about a group by the lighthouse, which Valentine only picked up on half of the sentence, so she was still slightly skeptical about where her companion was headed, although to the lighthouse wouldn’t have been a bad guess. Just when she had begun ruling out locations that she knew, they had arrived. She quickly took cover behind a wilting tree, which saddened her to see such potential in life wilt into the ground for nothing. That was of course, until she noticed the whole structure itself looked like it came straight out of a famous Japanese horror film. Her spine shivered and her body shrunk behind the tree. Nobody would protect her if she was ambushed here, PVP was very real and quite out there and she knew she would have to address her presence to Spades if she were to do anything at all. She peered out from behind her tree, taking all the cover she could muster up from behind the dying bark, as she appeared to be addressing Saskia about the lighthouse. Once their call ended he seemed to continue this game of sneaking, so Val continued her stalking game. That was, until, she face planted straight into the soil, letting out a shriek of appropriate volume, subconsciously knowing being loud was not an option. Sadly, she had tripped without the intention of actually moving and she feared that she was far too close to where her were cat friend was, and that she was going to have to continue this little scene with an explanation. She looked up from the soil before fixing her posture, setting herself back to her feet to meet her eyes with her partners if he were to look back. “Ahhh, Hello! I can explain myself once we leave this grim setting?” She rushed, still fearing the group of rogues that people kept muttering on about. “I was lost as to where I was meant to meet our guild mates, and in an embarrassed attempt to keep an image for myself, I’ve found myself in this situation. Please forgive me!” She said, before stepping ahead of Spades and trying to tug his arm. “Now please, may we take our leave? This location gives me the… chills.” She whispered, peering around Spades to see if anyone was near.

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[Pen Ddraig]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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Pen shifted her weight back and forth between her feet, giving a slight bounce to the movement to feel the weight of her armor lift and resettle over and over again. She did this occasionally when wanting to test to see if the straps were still tight. Feeling satisfied with the result she returned to her spot on the wall as someone spoke up. It was a young man with red hair, the boisterous Warden, Strife; whom seemed less like his usual obnoxious self. He reported to their sakura haired leader of his findings, which like others, were lacking. He explained the reasons in a very somber way. This was a strange side of Strife they were witnessing. Pen wasn't sure if she was happy with the lack of flowery speech and obnoxious mannerisms or sad. Either way, she wasn't going to voice it now. And should she happen to be sad she knew she would never speak of it. Strife's rowdy nature and truck bed sized ego prickled her nerves at times and she wasn't going to take the chance on him getting a more swollen head.

Strife voiced his preference for battle position, forward-right, apparently he had a few tricks he wanted to attempt. Pen silently watched him as he mentioned his agreement on gathering more information, all the while he stretched out on the floor and rolled along the wooden boards. As they listened to Bailin voice his feeling on killing adventurers, Strife added his words on ending them quickly, methodically, and calmly. Pen noticed a strange tone to his voice, as if the idea of killing them sat uneasily in his stomach. But this less nonsensical Warden steeled his unpleasant feelings and pressed forward. Pen jotted down a mental note of that. Stride continued on, bringing up a good point. What good would they really be doing if we killed them, only to have them respawn and set back out on their journey once back? The guardian wondered, and tossed a quizzical look to the pink haired cavalier for some sort of recognition of the question. A moment of silence hung in the air for a moment till the usually bombastic Warden inquired on if anyone still out in the field had gathered anything else. It seemed the information gathering idea was a hit and it seemed that once the words left his lips his demeanor changed, giving off a more familiar aura. Pen let out a silent sigh and shook her head as Strife returned to normal.

The next to speak was a short fox tail samurai. Pen almost didn't notice her in the corner, but thankfully the girl's white hair and red eyes made her stand out against the ambient light of the corridor's corners. The guardian tried to think of her name but at the moment it was lost on her, she did take notice of the fox tail's gear; starter chain mail hugged her slender frame with two katana at her hip. The samurai had an absorbed expression on her face, no doubt in thought till the moment she engaged in the conversation. The young woman spoke the beginning of a word, one Pen picked up on almost instantly as Japanese, and corrected herself. She changed her word for those that don't know Japanese. Pen thought, no doubt picking out the obviousness. The fox tail continued and voiced her like-minded thoughts, addressing the crimson haired defender with an honorific. One that she had heard from another somewhat recently, an assassin she met in the Greatwoods with the Lover-boy and his flurry of cotton candy. Pen knew that while the two women resembled the other by their height, gear and languages, they differed greatly. If she needed any other reason to think that, the little samurai provided it; during her inquiry into the availableness of an assassin, she offered to take up point at the trigger for any traps.

Pen's eyes widened, shifting her eyebrows upwards, "Like hell you will!" She exclaimed suddenly, coming off the wall, no forethought was made before the words plunged from her mouth. "I'm sure it might sound like a good idea but I'm not gonna let anyone try and martyr themselves to these bastard's traps. And I dare any of you to tell me otherwise." The filterless woman placed her eyes on every adventurer around her, challenging any of their gaze. "That's not how we operate." She said turning to look at the samurai. "We'll need all the help we can. We can't afford to have an able bodied member of this group trigger...the tra...ps... " Pen's English accent filled words slowed as she stared at the foxtail, her eyes unfocused as her mind ran with a thought. After a moment she shook her head. "Gomen. Gomen. I got a bit carried away." She muttered as she retook her wall, cradling her chin in her right hand as her elbow rested on the back of her left hand.

Pen's ears didn't pick up everything that was said next but she heard Saskia pipe in with orders and ideas. She green lighted Strife's battle position, placing her on the opposite side, forward left. Apparently she was just a head of the marksman and was to watch over the Samurai, Luiniel, and voicing her thoughts to use Pen's bodyguard subclass to cover her. Pen nodded, her idea forming a more solid picture in her head. She told Bailin he was to use his scope to try and spot the traps but was that before he was supposed to entrench himself or after? If after then how would he see the traps well in the forest? Pen found that a bit confusin but wanted to let her shield-sister finish.

Last of the people she wanted to address seemed to be out. Cortana, an assassin, if she remembered correctly. Pen didn't get much of a chance to interact with her but she did find her appearance quite attractive. She thought at one point the assassin struggled with her legs, the scene made her think of her friend Dion back in the real world. I wonder if he's okay. She wondered sentimentally before pressing the thought away for when things weren't so pressing. Quickly following her addressing the missing member, Saskia brought an idea to their attention. The idea seemed to consist of Bailin and Pen using his tool and her Artisan ability for stone cutting to bust a whole in a wall. Which, Pen noted, wasn't a bad idea. Another of her ideas was to use the samurai's more nimble body to possibly find an alternative way in. Lastly, she suggested kicking in the front door, but she wasn't very confident with this tactic. Pen lowered her hand from her chin and folded her arms loosely across her middle and eyed her guild master.

As the guardian opened her mouth to speak but stopped short as Saskia touched her ear, a gesture made to answer a telepathic message. Pen waited impatiently as Pinky spoke with someone named Spades. She voiced their impending departure and ordered the person on the other end to meet up with others. Pen curiosity on who else she meant was sated as she hung and and quickly sent Cortana a message. Once she was finally off Bailin voiced his capability with what he called a M.U.T, a multitool of destruction but it couldn't do traps. Sounds like a few improvements could be made. Pen thought sourly as she kept being stalled. Finally Saskia announced their leaving to which Pen opened her mouth but felt the wind in her sails lessen. Relax, Sarah, Just bring it up to her later. This way we can at least get moving now. She thought as the guardian nodded and looked to Luiniel. "Oi, Luiniel. Ready to kick some ass?" She asked as a smirk touching at the corner of her mouth.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

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TAGS: Saskia, Bailin, strife, Luiniel, 

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[Luiniel]

Perhaps her idea came off a bit over zealous.

Then again there was not much else she was going to be able to do besides be a glorified door opener. Sure she could probably deal some damage but if the enemy was around Saskia's level it would be fairly useless. Crossing her arms over her chest she had to assume that she was not going to be helpful here. Cursing herself for still being such a low level she let out a short sigh as her offer was deflected. With that out the window she decided that all she could really do was listen to what the others had in mind and adjust for it as she went along. The problem here was that Lulu was never very good at completely following a plan to the letter. She had a habit of improvising where she felt she needed to which was a double edged sword for her.

The shame continued as she was assigned to Pen's protection for the remainder of this assignment. The frustration of being a burden to your comrades was something she had never had to deal with before today. To say that she was angry with herself was an understatement. Perhaps more than anything she was embarassed that she could not be of more use in the front lines which was where they seemed to need it. "Just tell me where you need me to go then. Otherwise I will fall back to the rear and let Pen-chan lead the charge." she said with a defeated tone.

After Saskia spoke Pen seemed to have a rather abrupt outburst about her plan. Of course the first thing Lulu did was puff out her cheeks with an angry expression, rolling her right sleeve back. The tiny samurai was prepared to bop the guardian on the head with her first but then she calmed herself. If there was one thing she hated more than anything it was being told what to do by someone else. A "Hmph" escaped her lips as she turned back to the task at hand, trying to formulate some sort of attack plan of her own or some way to be useful at all during this seige.

If there was any way she could be of assistance at all then she would do it. Even if that meant she had to go inside alone through a small opening or a high window ledge. Then again they were assaulting a lighthouse, how many windows did they honestly have? She had only ever seen on in a picture to be quite honest since she had a tendancy to avoid the water as much as she could. In her mind she thought of a large tower with a window towards the top and that was about all she could imagine. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to jump that high as much as she wanted to dream.

The trouble was that she had very little info on what a heretic actually was or what they could do. She understood that they could manipulate miasma and that it was the force that controlled their actions but not much else. Did they have strong magical power like sorcerers? Was their magic more subtle, hard to dodge? These were things she did not know and so she was probably going into this a little blind but info lite was fun sometimes. Snapping back to reality she raised a brow at Pen as she apologized in her own language which made her wonder about the person who had been sitting behind the screen. It confused her how the woman went from loud and pushy to enthusiastic and ready to fight.. perhaps there was someone here moodier than she.

Putting that mischevious grin back on her face, Lulu nodded her head and rest her right hand upon the hilt of a katana. "We'll make them pay for hurting landers." she said with a rather devilish tone. It seemed that she was at least on the same page as everyone else; she hated the adventurer scum that threatened landers. Except she would kill them without remorse and without mercy if the order was not given otherwise. Sure they would just respawn but that was why they needed to set up a team back at the cathedral to move in and take them into custody as they woke. It was easier to take a wounded adventurer than to spare one in the heat of the battle.

Following the others out into the snowy greatwoods, she shuddered slightly though now she was grateful for the long sleeves of her coat. This was definitely going to be a night she would remember she told herself. Either she was going to end up on the cold slab or they were as she did not see this going peacefully. Following Pen closely for now, she decided that she would at least give the plan a shot. "Just be sure not to let me die, Pen-chan. I'm too delicate for the cold cathedral floor." she teased. She was sure that it was probably a lot of pressure already on the woman she did not wish to add too much more.

WC - 877

[strife]

Strife was having a conversation with himself in his own head. Not that that meant he was insane or anything, but it was always good to get a second opinion. You're damn right it is. Can't I just treat this seriously for once? No? Fine. But don't blame me if your silly acting gets you killed, Richard. Strife did not fear death of course, but the confusion of talking to himself inside his own head was quite disturbing. At any rate, it seemed they had a defined plan. Strife would be taking the right side after all, along with the group's assassin, Cortana. Speaking of the Assassin, she still hadn't returned yet, which was rather rude. In Strife's opinion, the whole group should be efficient and punctual, the way all proper adventurers should be. At any rate, he was positioned on the right, along the coastline, meaning that any surprises from the murky depths of the water would be met by him first. Well isn't that just peachy, Richard! You get to be killed by fish!

Strife did not appreciate the tone of his thoughts one bit. But in any case, the plan was simple, elegant, and had the ring of victory to it. Strife noticed that the Samurai had volunteered to trigger traps, and their other Guardian, Pen, had objected. It was definitely not wise to let one person in particular trigger all the traps, but Pen seemed a bit overzealous about it. Luiniel's idea had merit, but there wasn't anyone expendable enough in their party for it to be useful. Aren't you forgetting someone, Richard? You are expendable! Just walk ahead, set off all the traps, and get killed by the heretics while the people who are actually competent solve the problem here. Or do you think you actually have something to contribute, you walking trashcan? 

Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts, Strife turned back to the situation at hand. They would be going through the Windsor Greatwoods to get to the lighthouse, which in itself was no big deal. But any chance to marvel at the glorious outdoors was welcome with Strife. He loved strolling through the marvelous trees of the Greatwood, especially with snow underfoot. Saskia finally announced it was time to leave, and Strife double checked his inventory before he strolled slowly out the door after their glorious leader. They were a hardened team of professionals, masters of adventuring, seasoned combatants with a taste for conflict! No enemy could possibly stand in the way of these brave adventurers as long as the magnificent Strife was with them!

Oh yeah, because nothing can beat the magnificent Strife! Except for, you know, a level 1 boar, that rammed you until you died while you were trying to figure out how to get off the ground while in your armor. Yeah, I'm sure you'll have no trouble defeating actually threatening enemies. Strife was getting quite annoyed with his thoughts. After all, that boar had been a deadly beast, and Strife had been off guard at the time. At any rate, he heard the samurai and guardian exchange words once more. Teasing like this was fun, but Strife wanted those two to work together, seeing as they were positioned close to each other. He walked up to the two of them and grinned from ear to ear. "Don't worry, ladies. As long as I, the magnificent Strife, is around to protect this group, your fair skin will never have to touch the icy floor of the Cathedral." Strife then proceeded to stroll onward towards their destination. 

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Word Count: 599
Total Words: 1160

[Spades]

`Spade received his orders from Saskia telling him to rendezvous with his squad back at the nearest village, he confirmed his orders taking in to consideration of what he was intending to do. Spade thought about what he may have to try to do since he was informed that he was at the tip of a spear with Saskia, he doesn't know how long it has been since she has fought with Spade but he was curious about how she’s grown as a resident in this world. Spade was deep in thought about what he was intending to do while he was standing behind the rock with his arms crossed. He was still in thought when he suddenly heard a girly shriek and a *thud*, this caused Spade to freeze and the only thing visible on his face was his usual scowl.



    The originator of the sounds was Valentine, a cleric that he had help out a few days prior to his current mission, she was one of the few if not only member of this world that left a good impression on Spade due his history. She reminded him of his little sister and this caused Spade to protect her unconditionally even if it was against his better judgment. Valentine somehow was able to follow Spade this entire time without him knowing about her presence, this both surprised and scared Spade thinking about how much she saw of some of his more darker traits. Spade’s next concern was now to see if any malicious force had suddenly became aware of his and Valentine’s location so he was now looking from behind the rock back at the lighthouse, not seeing any visible movement Spade thought about red dots on his mental map and his Battle Perception ability activated, once more he saw nothing in his sight and on his map there were no red dots on his map. He was going to continue observing until Valentine spoke once more, due to his habit Spade immediately turned of his ability and turned his full listening attention to her even though he was not looking directly at her. She sounded distraught and this caused Spade to be slightly irritated towards whoever was the cause, Valentine was saying that she was lost and too embarrassed to ask for help she followed Spade as a result. Spade was curious on how long she had followed him. He put this in the back of his mind as she began to tug at him in an attempt to leave the area saying that she had the chills from it.



    Spade obliged her wish, he rubbed the top of her blond head in a attempt to bring her comfort, he would have hugged her but that would be a bit too much considering that they just met. He then said “I have to go rendezvous with the rest of my squad back at the village, stick close to me and if we meet a threat get back behind me and stay safe.” Spade was being over protective but he could not really help that since Valentine’s very presence seemed to lower his guard, he hoped inside himself that she would not take advantage of this since it was a weakness he could not overcome. Spade began his walk to the village that was mentioned by Saskia, with Valentine sticking close to his right side. Spade turned on his Battle Perception ability and he planned to keep it on for the pairs entire journey to his target destination, Spade was focusing on spotting any type of enemy so he did not make conversation nor was he able to hear Valentine. After an hour of walking Spade stopped concentrating on his constant search for an enemy and looked at Valentine for a few seconds, while he was looking she once more reminded him of some of the better times he had with his siblings when they came home from boarding school and he had a long day doing some mentally tough jobs. He remembered the laughs they had and the good food that his little brother cooked, the jokes that he shared with his little sister, it was one of his most cherished memories; thinking of this Spade gave one of his rare smiles that was full of warmth and happiness, Spade was about to hug the blond girl due to his joy. He was caught up thinking of his past until he caught himself, he shook his head and retracted his arms immediately and giving out a quick “Sorry!” and went back to concentrating on his previous work. His previous actions left and effect on the werecat, his ears were flat against his head in nervousness and embarrassment. He did not have a good sense of his racial traits due to him inhabiting a new body so even though his face was a scowl his ears were giving away how he felt.



Word Count: [838]

OOC note: B-squad

[Tessia]

"Tess, we got a situation with rumors about heretics in the vicinity of the Windsor Greatwoods.  I'e sent our coordinates to you.  We're at the Drowsy Drifter Inn.  I could really use your help for this.  Your currently one of the strongest fighters we've got. Also if you manage to dig up anything or any more rumors along the way, be sure to let me know."  The words echoed in her mind about a hour ago as she had been hunting in the Greatwood  during the terminal blanket of white typical of this season.  It was a good time to be out looking for the stray creature.  The fauna of Elder Tale had different patterns of movement during the winter months, simulating hibernation in some of the more furry type just like real life.

Adjusting her simple white backdrop cloak for concealment and her ax on her back, she moved silently among the frigid shrubs and trees hardly visible.  The nice thing about winter was that it was for the most part completely silenced.  With the occasional rustle of a dead branch or the frigid gust reminding travelers that winter still was here.  Just in case they forgot.  She loved it when her father had taught her how to live outside in the cold air of the mountains back home.  How to pack your inner clothes with a bit of lard and fur to keep heat moving and to allow for extended ambushes of wildlife.  Already, she had caught a few Frenmric Rabbits before Saskia had called her to action.  Stopping a moment to nip some jerky from one of them, she scooted against the backdrop of a tree and listened too the near silence.  

A party she was too meet up with would soon be coming through the area.  She held her cover against the tree, looking like a small snow covered rock.  Her whole body huddled up in the cover, she was quite warm despite her bare leather and exposed arms and midsection.  Another thing she had learned from her fathers Wolfshirt tactics book in cover of white, hide your breath, even if you cant see your target you can almost hear them breath.  Most people and critters tended too opt for shelter in the harsh winter months, seasoned hunters learned to live out in it for weeks sometimes months.  Tessia was glad the system recognized her talent for such things, even if she did not posses some skills, she possessed the smarts to compensate.  

So, here she stayed put for now.  Watching, waiting, listening patiently.  Knowing that even before she could see them, that she would hear and sense her advancing partners.  Relaxing under her warm shawl, she nibbled a bit more jerky, made sure her mesh shaped cover held, and crouched down on the woolen part to be comfortable.  Almost like a tent back home, when she would spend nights under the frigid open sky.  It would be night soon as she watched the sun dip closer towards the horizon.  Hopefully, everyone was okay thus far.  If not, her new ax would make some heads roll.  

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 The wetness of the snow crushed beneath the heel of her iron greaves as she marched through the frozen tundra. The condensation of cold liquid on her greaves began to shake off with every step. The snow was deep, thus reducing the speed of heavily armored adventurers by roughly twenty percent and the light armored adventurers by approximately ten percent. The terrain had not been in their favor because time was of the essence. They also would possibly notice their attack speed falter by about ten percent because of the extreme weather conditions as a rough blizzard blew through the forest. Snow began to pelt their armor and clothing as icy white breaths escaped their lips as they trekked through the landscape. The oak trees didn’t seem to have a single branch upon them. Most of the gray oak trees look as if they were walking through a the valler of the shadow of death. Morbid bones were plastered against the base of a few tree trunks and their had seemed to be markings already engraved on the forest. Someone had already been here, but it couldn’t be discerned that it was recent due to a lack of footsteps.



Saskia sniffed roughly as she kept marching forward, slowly and cautiously, her chilly winter blue gaze shifted over towards Strife. “Hey, scribe, house that map looking that you copied down from the owner?” Saskia inquired, reflecting back upon a request she had asked of him earlier. Saskia hope he had not forgotten or else they might just be wondering in uncharted territory with nothing but gut intincts to rely upon. It was pretty easy to get lost in such a thick snow storm. A white cloud escaped Saskia’s lips as she furried her brow in militant determination, rubbing her cold hands together. This weather did not bode well with the frigid platemail she was wearing and she found herself shivering and sniffling in the cold, however, she didn’t let that waver her bold spirit. Internally, she felt miserable. She loved the winter, but despised the current conditions that were almost unbearable. Her feet felt as if they were going to become icicles and break off as her feet kept being sewn into the snow with each step. She squinted off into the distance. The group would barely be able to see past twenty meters in front of their face as they kept marching onward.



Meanwhile, darkness was enjoying the rather malicious and tantalizing whispers of the night that inspired ideas conjured up by the artisans of the Devil’s workshop. Cloaked hoods began to blow out a lantern from the second floor of a building across from the petrified heretic and the voluptuous vixen. A wicked smile perched itself on the lips of  A heretic who began to caress a gold medallion with an emerald gem on the inside of it. Crimson red gleams began to snake across the woman’s body with a burning, lustful desire. As his smoldering eyes scorched the soul of the those below, his wanton desires from within blazing beyond control. His eyes were like an infernal hellfire, as his old creepy bones crawled a hand up to his chest, where his fingernails scraped passionately, the sharp pain burning into his skin. As his yearning, his temptations drew him to sin.



“I must have her...grab the gypsy...take her to the lighthouse.” He scowled with a greedy ravenous hunger as he grinded his teeth as his glass eye stared down a hole into the woman’s curves.



“What of the boy?”  A dark cloaked hooded figure with a red and black mask would ask would as as he folded his arms over each other, as he looked down upon the ash haired male. His eye gazing down at the paranoid man as the boy twitched upon conversation with the meeting of the beatufiul woman.



“Let him wallow in his misery and taste the fires of hell...” The omnious ring leader muttered in disdain. “He’s not one of us...he’s just another part of this vulgar, weak, licentious crowd...” She waved his head towards the girl as she clasp the edge of his hood and began to head down to the lower levels.



The masked marauder began to grin mischievously as his sinuous stare ripped the shackles of the souls of the angelic and splintered them upon trident of the demonic. His cape wave in a vicious flapping as he conjured a portal and the Sorceror blinked down below into the alley. He kept his hands in his pockets as echo of black boots collapsed on the cold cement slowly. The echo rang out through the halls in an eerie manner, as each strike of the heel felt like a tick of the clock. With his final five steps, each pounding footstep would generate an additional black robed presence as his allies blinked upon the rooftops. As he approached whimsically, he tugged on the bottom of his black glove, and let out a refined sigh, before his glass eye rolled around to strike a gander at the pathetic boy whom laid upon the ground.



“How Quaint...” He muttered as a a caravan would pass by, a dark hooded figure at the reigns, his appearance familiar to a grim reaper.



His companions began to blink down as he wrapped an arm around the girls waist, and covered her mouth with a black gloved hand, as he peered over the corner of her shoulders at the boy. His black and red mask shining in the moonlight. His allies upon the rooftop jumped down as the girl muffled screams and began to flail out her legs in resistance, before succumbing to the Chloroform that was laced on the palm of his glove, those causing her to faint as he shoved her limp body into the crowd of minions. Whether Mitsuru would attempt to react and defend her or not. The Masked villian would pulse out his hands into a vicious grip t the air before Mitsuru and begin to levitate the heretic using the [Psychic Conductor] ability. If Mitsuru would examine the male with his HUD he would notice that the man was level twenty two at the time and could therefore light Mitsuru’s weight easily.



He restricted Mitsuru’s movement as he brought him forward as if inhaling him into his aura, he cocked his head and used his other hand to manipulate Mitsuru’s head like a puppet, turning it from side to side as he examined the boy, studying his facial features. Before glancing down, then back up in an instant, his gaze flickering to evil in that sudden second as he bludgeoned the boy into the stone wall, as his spine crunched against the stone, like a vacuum, the masked man sucked him in once more, then spat his body back at the wall, slamming him for a second time, unsatisfied with his work, he withdrew the red eyed boy like a he was pulling him with a web, and hurled him once more for a final crash against the cement blocks, as Mitsuru’s body hung limp from the pain, the masked man’s scowled eye revolved over the boy’s facial features. Like a predator, he waved his right hand more as his mana bar only decreased by thirty percent and lifted the boys chin as he stared into the boys soul.



Not wasting his breath on the child, he merely shook his head in disappointment and flung the poor sod into a dumpster.



His minions carried the body of the girl into the caravan where the rider cracked the reigns and the vehicle set off, as the royal guards began to approach, the sorceror cast a blink spell as he teleported unto the top of the back of the caravan and merely sat holding his head up with a fist as he pouted at the futile attempts of the royal guard.



“Is this really the best the village has to offer..?” He inquired before he slipped down into the carriage beside the limp body of the girl. “You’re not even that cute...I don’t know what Morthal sees in these ditsy blondes...oh well, you’ll make quite the lovely experiment..” He chuckled as he smiled sinuously at the girl.



They had tarried off long before anyone would notice them.



On the other side of the forest however, Saskia would exhale a cloudy mist as they approached the center of the woods. Saskia tried to make efforts to contact Cortana.



“Cortana, come in...do you copy? How are you holding up? Stay safe, alright? Spades and the others are going to regroup with you soon...” Saskia had muttered for the third time. She was closest in position to Pen and Luiniel who might have overheard her muttering, though she may have possibly received shifty gazes from her other companions as well. She had a grim expression upon her face, as her face became white with the sprinkle of snowfall. She looked up over the landscape and in the distance she saw several blurry figures in the distance. Unsure of what to expect, she dipped down and began crouching towards a tall oak tree in the forest to use it for cover.



“Hey, Bailin, do you got eyes on?” She inquired nodding up at his scope he had mounted on his rifle. Out of the entire group, he had the best field of vision for reconnaissance. They had been a few meters from Tessia’s position, unknown to them. But the figures that were lurking in the forest seemed much unlike any adventurer. As some of the others would crunch through the snow, the sounds would alert the [Nepent Snatchers] that would have detected their loud footsteps and burst from the shroud of snow that layered over them just ahead.



Saskia froze in her position. Noticing that they aggroed due to sound. If even one of them made a false move, it would send the acidic plants charging. She motioned for everyone to keep quiet by holding up her left hand and clenching it into a tight fist. She squinted out at the blurry figures in the distance that lied beyond the [Nepent Snatchers], there was no way to discern whatever the hell it was in the forest. But there were many of them, and that spelled trouble.



Her eyes shifted to Pen, as she looked over at Luiniel who seemed to be tucked away behind her, she just gave her a firm look, her eyes bouncing back from her to Luiniel, Pen knew what the gaze meant. It was like an unspoken code amongst Guardians. She slowly shifted her head to her right and took a glance at Strife, she had no idea what the boisterious man might have been up to, hopefully he had taken heed to her orders and not have dazed off.


Suddenly, someone, though it wasn't for sure quite who, had stepped on a branch and alerted the acidic plants. With a pissed off expression, Saskia unsheathed her sword and began charging into the frey toggling on her Cool Defense ability. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Cool Defense
Words: 1853
Post Theme Song: Virus

Notes: Picture of Lighthouse

Notes: Picture of Weather and conditions for Greatwoods

Notes:


 Picture of the antagonist, Morthal

 Picture of the Masked Sorceror



Six Nepent Snatchers - Distance 10 meters


A: 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 10)
B: 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 10)
C: 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 9) 
D: 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 7)
E: 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 6)
F: 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 6)


Four unknown presences - Distance 30 meters


A: ??? HP/ ??? MP
B: ??? HP/ ??? MP
C: ??? HP/ ??? MP
D: ??? HP/ ??? MP






TAGS: Bailin cortana strife Mitsuru Kirishima Pen Ddraig Luiniel Spades Valentine Tessia Gwenduial

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[Bailin]

Walking through the snow, musket at the ready Bailin thought about one of the many songs he heard a long, long time ago, perhaps even an entire lifetime. Softly he started to hum as they advanced onward through the snow. The party advanced slowly through the foliage and snow, carefully avoiding branches on the ground and bushes on their path. Somewhere on their journey through the forest Saskia had contact with the other half of their party, after which she asked him if he had eyes on, nodding to the scope on his rifle. Raising his left fist into the air as to signal the rest to halt and remain on their positions he himself dropped his right knee to the ground, keeping his left knee up. Raising his musket up enough to peer through the scope he had gotten through his buff skill, scope, he started slowly sweeping the area for any unwanted creatures that might foil their cunning plan. There were some creatures near but nothing appeared to be a direct threat to their advance. Nodding his head to Saskia he slowly stood up and signalled the rest that they could continue their advance.


A few meters further down their path Saskia suddenly froze, also clenching her fist to signal a stop, turning her head from side to side as if she were observing the surroundings as to avoid trouble. Peering through his scope Bailin noticed some shapes a bit further away, not resembling the [Nepent Snatchers] but still too vague to discern from the current distance. Whilst in their resting position Bailin kept sweeping the area, especially the four unknown shapes in the distance, which appeared to keep moving towards their general direction.


Suddenly from behind them came a loud snap, as if someone stepped on one of the branches on the forest floor and broke it, producing a loud snap and thus alerting the hostile entities near them. Shooting a quick glance at Saskia he noticed she had drawn her sword and charged into the enemies. Toggling his [Trained eye] skill Bailin took aim at the nearest [Nepent Snatcher (A)] dealing a small amount of damage. He proceeded reloading, telling the rest of the party what he had seen rather brusquely: “I have an eye on six here, four unknown, I’m guessing they are two [Forest Treants], an [Enemic Buster] and a [Crag Cow], judging from their smudge appearances. Prepare to fight at least ten hostiles. Good hunting and don’t die, it’s a long walk back.”



WC 420

[Gwenduial]

HP 100% | MP 95%

Elf  Assassin ~ Woodcrafter ~ Animal Trainer

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  "Get 'em boar! Get 'em!" Gwenduial hooted cheerfully as the [Young Pittered Boar] she befriended chased down a [Frenmic Rabbit] with great fury through the snowy terrain. This rabbit was one of her only sources of meat today and she was not about to let it go. There was not too much time left before this boar would leave her service so she needed to end this rabbit very soon. Nearly sprinting to keep up with the boar, she removed an arrow from her quiver and loaded it into her quiver. She was waiting until they got closer to the frightened rabbit. 'Just a little closer and I'll be close enough for an accurate shot.' Continuing to run after the rabbit, she could tell that her boar was beginning to get tired. Looking onward for the rabbit of light brown coloring, she could see it was slowing down as well. Now was her chance. 'I think that I'm close enough now.' She thought as she prepped for an immediate stop. 'Three.. Two.. One..' In just a moment she would plant her feet into the snow and draw back the string of her short bow. 'Now!' She screamed in her head as she planted her feet against a small rock beneath the snow which aided her in stopping abruptly. She quickly drew back the string of her bow and aimed on past the rabbit by a little bit. She monitored her breathing until she had hit the peak of her inhale. Whoosh! The arrow sliced cleanly through the cold atmosphere as it sailed towards the small furry creature. The rabbit screeched as the arrow pierced its fur covered hide. The arrow broke through the skin and slipped quietly past the ribs and embraced the creature's heart. The rabbit fell to the ground and tumbled for some distance.

  "Yes!" She shouted loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She just earned her dinner and she wanted the world to know it. The boar sniffed the rabbit just to ensure it was dead and then looked up at the tall Elvish woman. "It dead, Elf lady." It told her as she dropped to her knees beside the rabbit, removing her arrow from it and placing it back in her quiver. "You did well, buddy." She told it, very happy with this job well done. The boar, who was satisfied with her response, turned and swiftly, but carefully dashed away before she decided to put an arrow through its heart as well. 'Smart pig.' She was just about to turn and put an arrow through its eye. Picking up the meat that the rabbit dropped she would put it in her inventory for later. Gwenduial leaned over and scooped some snow up in her hands. She took a moment to examine the snow and made sure that nothing had urinated in it before tilting her head back. Her lips spread from one another, revealing the inside of her mouth. She funneled the snow into her open maw, closing her mouth just after. She waited just a moment for the snow to melt before swallowing it. She let out an airy sound of satisfaction as the liquid disappeared into her throat. 'Now that hits the spot after such a long chase.' Later today she decided that she would find a chef to prepare the meat for her.

  Soon after, she heard a loud noise. It sounded familiar to her. Oh yeah it was gunfire. It had been a while since she had last heard that noise. In the real world, her father had been in to gaming with her. One result of this happened to have been that he played first person shooters quite often, and he was rather skilled at them. A cold sound filled the air as members of a mysterious dispute drew their weapons from their scabbards. 'I probably should go check that out.' She thought to herself as she brought one of her legs out from beneath her. From her kneeling position she stood slowly and listened for the sound of metal clanging. When that sound never came, she turned toward the sound of orders being shouted and ran in that direction. Coming from a small incline towards the fight, she stopped and went prone. Laying prostrate, to lay face down, she crawled up to the crest of the hill and peeked over it. Gwenduial sighed in relief as it was not what she feared it would be. It was a group of adventurers fighting [Nepent Snatchers] instead of what she feared which was a large-scale PvP match. Toggling the skill {Timber} she emerged from the decline, using the trees as cover from the sight of the beasts she moved forward. Then, when she knew that adventurer projectiles were not sailing through the air she spun around the side of the tree and activated {Quick Draw}. 'Since these creatures are obviously a plant-type, Timber, which I get from my crafting class of woodcrafter, will give me the extra 20% percent damage that I'll need to even hurt these creatures. They out level me by quite a bit so I'll take all I can get.' She thought momentarily as she emerged next to the tree. Using quick draw would allow her to briefly fire arrows at an increased rate. Taking a moment to aim, Gwenduial would send three arrows down range in an amount of time near to an assassin of her level firing off one and loading another one onto the string of their bow. The arrows found their target, the back of one of the creatures [Nepent Snatcher (A)] attacking a tank. Her flank had been successful! A smile broke across her face as she prepared to fire another. She was happy to be able to help even if she was just barely chipping away at the health of the creature. "You looked like you could use some help!" She shouted to the party as she slunk back behind her tree to keep her safe from the likely incoming volley of ranged ammunition from these new found allies.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Leather Armor, Starter Short Bow, Wooden Arrows (17 out of 20)

ABILITIES USED: Tongue of Nature, Quick Draw

Words: 1014

Post Theme Song: Music fit for a chase through the woods.









TAGS:[Saskia][Bailin][cortana][strife][Pen Ddraig][Luiniel][Mitsuru Kirishima][Spades][Valentine][Tessia]

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