[Open] Coming out of the shadows

[lanceknight]

Lance sat leaning his head on the wall of a building. His snow white hair covered his face in the position that he was sitting and it made him seem like he was asleep. It had been a month since he had gotten stuck in his situation and since then he had never left the safety of London and he always lurked in the shadows not wanting to cause any trouble. The white haired sorcerer sighed to himself "I joined this game so that I could be someone I'm not..." he muttered as he chuckled to himself "Look at me now though... living the same life as I did before..." he muttered as to himself as he shook his head "You know to be honest... its kind of boring here...." he said as he looked straight and saw some guys walking towards him "and no matter how hard I try" the guys approached him and took out their weapons "I always get stuck in situations like these!" he thought to himself as he closed his eyes. The guys motioned for Lance to follow them and he sighed obediently as he got up and followed them outside of the city walls.

Once they reached the outside the guys looked mad that he wasn't acknowledging them "Hey we had a deal give us all you have or else!" the leader laughed as the other guys nodded and joined in. Lance shrugged and sighed "Sorry guys I dont have anything for you today..." he muttered as he stood up and began to walk away only to be caught by the arm by their leader. The leader laughed and nodded to his little group "Search him guys." he said grimly as the other guys nodded and surrounded Lance. They pinched him and cut him while he struggled "Let me go!" he yelled as he clenched his fist. He couldn't fight back as he was to weak to deal with these guys. This was his everyday life. Everything was taken from him almost everyday and he couldn't do anything about it. 

[Zyrune]

Hp: 100% Mp: 100%

The druid yawned as he headed for the cities border. It had been exactly one month since the even that caused thousands of players including himself to become trapped in a physical representation of a virtual mmorpg that they had all been playing. Zyrune shook his head, it barely felt like a month the time had past by so quickly and with it so many things had changed. Then again only two days real world time had actually past so he doubted he was even considered missing. During his first day, he had team up with several players and tried his best to gather as much information as possible, it was also then that he had learned about casting magic. Shaking his head he couldn't help but feel superior to the group he had hung around with, they all doubted him when he said this was situation was going to be a long haul and that the players would start teaming up. It was common knowledge of the guilds that currently held control of Londinium, guilds that either did not want him or had yet to contact him. Then again why would they want a low level druid who seemed to have a knack for attracting too much adventure. Then again maybe that's exactly who they needed, the area of Windsor was being explored further each day and new training areas were being discovered now that player respawn was a thing. He still found it odd that despite everything, you could still respawn if you were killed in this game.
However he wasn't the only one as many players who objected to the current command of Londinium had turned to player killing, of course with the Royal guard's presence confirmed as another truth, no one bothered fighting within the city, still there were threats, however most people now fought each other outside in the unknown areas and unless you had plenty of gold to hire body guards, you weren't going to gain much levels. The druid couldn't help but curse himself as he trudged along the ancient cobble paths. He should have stuck to his mind that first day, stuck to his plan of leveling up as fast as he could manage, get information, items and use them to make a place for him and yet here he was, a low level druid still unnoticed. He had gained two levels though and with that came another skill, which he was thankful for.

The druid had planned another training session by himself for the day. Sighing, he stretched as he reached the city border. For the past month he had been training himself in the Savill Flower Grove just inside the Winsor area, he knew it would take quite some time to gain levels compared to other players as had only one attack being a druid and he always had to find an enemy on it's own, not only that but druids were not supposed to play alone, instead they gained bonus' for working within teams. Still he had enough supplies to last him a good while and if he played his cards right he might even progress a level today.
He had literally left the city gate and was tracing the walls towards a less traveled path towards Winsor as he would have less of a chance of running into another adventurer when he noticed a group of players ahead of him. At first he thought it was a simple party arguing about plans or loot but as he drew closer he noticed something very different. He saw that they had partially surrounded another player, he presumed they were asking for items or at the very least intimating him. Clenching his fist, he gripped his staff. Taking a deep breath, he wondered how he continued to find himself in these kind of situations. The druid waited until he was within casting range before making himself known.
"You heard him, let him go." The druid tried his best stern expression as he held his staff outwards as if in preparation for an attack. He figured that if the other player had enough attacks, he could cover the two with healing and defensive attacks. If all came to worse, he could simply cast "Arbor Phalanx" and hopefully the two of them could jump the wall. There was nothing worse than nasty players within Endertales.

Hp: 100% Mp: 90% 
WC: 732
Abilities Used: None
Tagged: lanceknight
Notes: I'll let you decide what classes the group have and if you want we can wait for more players to join before posting again. 

[Pawzyrus]

Pawzyrus and an npc child watched as the sun’s rays glinted off the rooftops; the dawn was one of the most beautiful times of day.
“Its so pretty. I cannot believe I haven’t noticed it before!” Exclaimed the child.
Pawzyrus chuckled, “You’ve been busy working young master, your mother must be proud of your arm” The child smiled as Pawzyrus ruffled his hair. A woman dressed in plain linen clothes pushed a cart carrying a variety of fruits and a mule.
The child sighed, “I guess her time just came.” He looked at Pawzyrus “you’re lucky, adventurer, you have no time, just… well, adventure! Do you think I could be one when I grow up?” his eyes widened as he stared at Pawzyrus, who gave a nervous smile, and sighed.
“Maybe, but it is very hard… Oh but don’t worry about that, maybe you should help your mother."
The child gasped “I almost forgot!” he got up, and started running to his mother. “Bye mister!” Pawzyrus smiled, and waved to him as he left. He watched him hug his mother, and pointing at me. The mother was smiling, but once she saw me, her face became angry, and yelled at the child. Pawzyrus sighed “I should have thought as much. Some of the people of the land just aren’t the same towards us.” He looked back up to the dawn sky, and he thought of home. Of how his missed dinner, he was going to have this favorite food that first night; honey-glazed salmon. His mother was probably in tears. It was night, he thought, how much she cared about him, even though he was adopted and not her child by blood. It has been a month, grabbing small coin from the pub as a part time job. He enjoyed the seven dancing maiden inn, if not for the lively people, then probably for how they’re eyes widen at the sight of the late night shows with the famous seven women. He felt a small guilty pleasure, how people of the land spend more coin when drunk and staring at half-naked elf females. But then, what can you expect? I have to agree they are quite the lookers. Pawzyrus smiled, but quickly gave a frown. He looked to the sky, a single tear streaming from his left cheek.
“Happy birthday, little Miss Hartford. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there; I even made you a present. I knew how much you loved rabbits, so I asked your mother if we could go out and buy one. I used my own money to buy him, all by myself. I hope you like him, his name was Oreo, but since he is yours you…” He sniffed more tears streamed from his face “You could name him whatever you like… I’m sorry I never was the greatest brother, I’m sorry how rude I was to you at times, I’m sorry I didn’t hold you when your kitty died…” He sobbed for a few minutes, before wiping the tears and getting up. Well, I might as well look around. The food is terrible, but I guess I need it.”
Pawzyrus wandered, whistling a tune which he finally mastered after getting attuned to his feline maw. The tune he whistled was his sister’s favorite…
“You heard him, let him go.”
Pawzyrus turned his head, and noticed the gang of people: The victim, the predators, and a savior. He tried to turn around and not get involved, but he just couldn’t. He just couldn’t allow the victim to be attacked like that. Pawzyrus unsheathed his nodachi and stood beside a man holding a staff, which the interface called Zyrune, Level one Half-Alv Druid.
Pawzyrus growled “You heard the man. Leave, now.” Pawzyrus smirked, but kept a mean glare on them, “You could be spending better time at the seven maidens pub, if you know what I mean.” He finished the sentence with a wink. He didn’t like the odds, there had to at least be about 3 more people than the two of us, he just had to hope they would back down, or he would be praying at the cathedral this morning. Inspecting the group, they looked a little bit higher than the common thugs, making him instinctively shift into a combat stance, the blade trying to keep as much distance from them as possible. The victim, Lanceknight, a level 1 human sorcerer, didn’t look quite as fine as the morning with all the bruises and cuts. What a way to ruin a beautiful dawn…
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Health: 100%
Energy pool: 100%

[Aiyana]

For quite some time Aiyana had been keeping a watchful eye on them. The new addition to her world was not a welcomed one that was for sure. Despite her hesitance to trust them she did not entirely condemn them all either. Among any herd there were those who were innately aligned with what people considered to be good. In the month she had been travelling she watched the adventurers perform all sorts of heroic and kind deeds. Unfortunately she witnessed just as many of them taking advantage of her kind; treating like "NPCs" as they called it. She was unsure what that term truly refered to be she could tell already that she did not like it at all. It only took her a week to learn that to gain respect from them you had to seem like the biggest kid in the sandbox so to speak.

So when she came upon a man being held up by his fellow adventurers she was not so surprised. The only thing that truly shocked her was that two people came to his aid almost immediately. One of them was a cat which made her blink and think about that one. Never had she encountered a werecat nor did she think they were actually a thing in this world until this moment in time. Then again she had seen stranger things happen as she was one of those strangers things. Heaving a soft sigh she decided to push off the nearby wall she had been resting against and make her way over. They were spoiling her rest and she would see to it that they were all scared off.

Summoninig her Shikigami and activating the [Shikigami Astral Seal] she allowed herself to be "fused" with this death spirit. The results looked as if the girl had been possessed by a rather large humanoid monster. The Shikigami was a tall robed figure with a tanto clenched between it's teeth, his appearance that of a demon almost. In the middle of his ethereal form stood Aiyana with pale white eyes. Her approach was slow, almost as if she was floating over and when she was within ear shot her voice seemed to echo as if two were speaking as one.

"Leave the man and run. I will only ask you this once." she stated. From her words it was clear what she intended to do should they not comply. It also seemed that she was not alone in her threats towards these thugs. The two others seemed quite ready to draw weapons and lend aid to the stranger without so much as a thought for themselves. To add emphasis to her statement she retrieved the bow from her back and notched an arrow. Drawing it back she took aim at the man who dared to make the threat and waited for his reply to come. There was a small part of her that wished he would so that she could test the mettle of these "demi gods".

WC - 503

[Raze]

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Well, isn't this cute.

The disorientation of the apocalypse had taken Ajay some time to wrap his head around. All right, a lot of time. For someone so accustomed to having everything fall in line, predictable outcome after predictable outcome, contingency plan after contingency plan, the impossible was incomprehensible. And yet, somehow, this was the outcome: Trapped in this pseudo-world, this 'Matrix'. Everything he knew seemed to come apart at the seams as many of the physical laws of the world he had known simply no longer applied. The simple laws, though, still seemed to function as normal. Gravity. Inertia. Force equals mass times acceleration. Get any more complex than that and things begin to break down. Anything post-Newtonian seemed to be replaced by alchemy and magitech. Spirit and Anima were real, tangible things. Even more odd was the fact that scripted NPCs seemed to have feelings, families, emotions. Perhaps the monsters of the world behaved the same way, too - learning and adapting instead of performing boring, scripted patterns of maneuvers that were easy to predict and avoid. He would have to keep that theory in mind for later. After all, this was a new server, and for all intents and purposes, Ajay, or Raze, was level one.

A part of him missed home, but mostly this was just survival instinct. He needed to keep going, needed to stay alive, needed to assess, understand, and seize. Only then could he find the capacity to flourish. There were those who threw themselves at the beasts of the outskirts without so much as a second thought, dying and going back, and back, again and again until they seemed to forget why it was that they fought. In life as in chess, a battle without a plan, a move without a strategy, was fated to fail, predestined to become pathless. But plan, think, strategize in advance, and the world is yours for the taking, and, more importantly, the end, the goal, the purpose, remains in sight, and is impossible to miss.

The rooftops of Londinium were perfect for quiet contemplation, granting a view of the world below without needing to throw oneself into it - like a strategist, watching the world unfold without dirtying his own hands. Of course, sometimes dirty hands became necessary to any strategist hoping to make a game-changing gambit. Sometimes, the world screamed out, demanded that those with strong wills and strong hearts wrap their arms around the hips of fate, throw her against the wall, and dive in. And, as Elven eyes witnessed the sorcerer surrounded by thugs, it seemed like this was one such occasion. So he took a leap - and came down with a loud, snapping crunch.

Level one or not, a three-story fall can do a lot of damage. And when someone drops from three stories and slams their heel into your shoulder, you're bound to go down. Fast. So when one of the brigands harassing the sorcerer found himself crushed like a coke can, the result was significantly more shocking than a simple 'let him go'. It was a quick, clean death - so fast the poor bastard had no idea what hit him. After all, levels alone did not win fights. It was more important to understand your surroundings, use the world as your weapon. The man who stood in the brigand's place looked the part of a nobleman: A wiry, elegant man with gorgeous, sapphire-blue hair, a well-trimmed goatee, eyes like fire and skin like ice, with beautiful, exotic clothes - the kind only nobles tended to wear - strapped over with thick plates of coal-black iron, weak but solid. "There. Looks like the sides are even now." Raze said, lips curling disgustedly at the already-dispersing body of the crushed brigand, dusting his shoulders lightly with a cool, emotionless glare, drawing his blades, wickedly curved daggers glistening in the light, as the swashbuckler crouched into position for another strike, assessing his companions with a playful wink, and his enemies with a predatory grin. "Shall we dance, boys?"

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[Mellow]

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Escape.. Escape.. Escape..Escape..

"Please, don't run from me."

Trapped in the depths of an alley was a dark-skinned man; knees hugged tightly as he rocked himself back and forth. Spontaneously switching from sobbing to laughter, the now hyperventilating man found himself locked in a internal struggle of which he would never escape. "Stop it..Leave ME alone!..heheh..I'M NOT YOU!" His rocking increased as her influence grew stronger; unable to hold off the madness for much longer "I've abandoned you, Megani! You mean NOTHING TO ME ANYMORE!". He tried his hardest to admit that to himself - but alas, he failed. She, the core of an ever-expanding madness, could only smirk as she continued to cloud his mind; his heart but a few inches from her grasp. 

Escape.. Escape.. Escape..Escape..

"It can be together. It can be one." 

Escape.. Escape.. Escape..Escape..

His hands gripped onto his face, nails clawing down his cheeks; blood flowing shortly after. His eyes darted throughout the surrounding area; the madness clearly overtaking him. He searched - no, he yearned for a way out of her grip; he screamed for a way out of this pain. He seemed to be at odds with himself up into a point, a point that he felt instinct would now take over. "Hey..If I die.. your words can't reach me anymore!.." quickly getting onto his knees and turning around, his hands planted the wall; his head soon to be repeatedly jamming itself against that same wall. After one or two times, Megani quickly realized the seriousness of the man she possessed and made way to halt his actions; knowing it'd all go to waste if he were dead. "STOP!" She screamed; her words never much but enough to get her point across. In his mind she essentially said "Okay.. You win", and that was just enough for him. With a smirk of his own, his reached for his mask next to him and placed it over his head; a cocky chuckle erupting from his lips. 

"Damn right I did."

As he rose up from the ground, a few thugs made themselves present; passing his alleyway on their way towards whatever destination they may be headed to. It wasn't the thugs that managed to catch his attention though. What caught his attention was the lanky looking fellow that followed behind them; his facial expression telling more words than needed. "Oh ho? Is this kid about to get mugged?..Might be fun to watch." He dusted himself off and made his way out of the alleyway; trailing the thugs from a safe distance out of the city walls. Once they'd reached the outer city zone, the thugs came to a grinding halt; their leader pivoting with a disgusted look on his face. "Hey..Hey.. We had a deal..Give us all you have; or else!". The fellow thugs co-signed with laughter; their words proving more insignificant than anything else. "Sorry guys, I don't have anything for you today.". "Tch, what? What a bitch.." Mellow watched on from that same distance as before; the thugs now searching the surprisingly weak boy.  As he squirmed and struggled, he did not scream for help - nay, he only said one phrase; a phrase that would trigger another phrase now doomed to repeat itself at least four more times. "Let me go!". Annnnnnddd QUE PHRASE!

"You heard him, let him go."

The first to repeat the phrase was a pink-haired Druid, his body slim but Mellow could tell he had more strength than he lead on. 

“You heard the man. Leave, now.”

Next was a werecat samurai. He knew this one was strong, but with a certain kind of approach, he could be taken down. 

"Leave the man and run. I will only ask you this once."

Now this one was going to be a problem. He didn't know too much about this shaman, but she looked to be a formidable foe in any situation. She'd be difficult for these thugs, definitely. Though, it wasn't her aggravated him the most. It was--

"SHIT!" Within seconds, one of the thugs was trampled upon by what appeared to be a flying elf. Elegant bastard this one was, really itching to the skin. The way he acted so cool.. acted so elegant - no, that was not his issue. This man before him was not acting elegant or cool; he was trying to take his spotlight as the Main Protagonist! "Looks like the sides are even. Shall we dance, boys?"

Without so much as a word, Mellow quickly rushed into the situation; silent yet oh-so-deadly. His hands curled into balls as he held them close to his nose; right fist front, left fist behind. His arms bend downward as he back slouched down; pace quickening as he got closer. His body grew more tense by the second, feet stomping on the ground each time they made impact with it. To the four heroes of the day, it would appear as if a fifth had come and joined them; boy were they wrong. Coming to a sudden halt, his left foot planted on the ground; the right side of his body twisting as his fist launched itself forward at the elf; stopping just before reaching his face. He had no intention of hitting the man, at least not yet. For the moment, he only sought to bare his fangs.

"Hey.. what are you guys, a bunch'a neeping heroes?" He stood upright, eyes focused on each of them; assessing their strength from their mere presence. His eyes glared towards the elf with disdain towards his actions; heavily bitter with his attitude. His fist continued to stay curled and in position; a frown behind the smiling mask as he prepared himself for battle. Nobody would steal his spotlight and get away with it. 

"Why don't you take me for a spell, elf-boy?"

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[lanceknight]

HP:95%
MP:100%

Lance winced at the bruises and the cuts but he was smirking "You know guys, no matter how much you search me and hurt me it wont change that fact that you wont find anything..." he muttered with a laid back look on his face. The pain was real but it was something that he could deal with as they were only hurting his HP a little bit. He was caught of guard by the other sudden voices "P- People?!" he thought to himself as the men let him go. Lance looked up at the situation trying to asses the situation at hand with importance. The three henchmen gripped their weapons and got into a fighting stance only to be halted by their leader "Now guys there is no need for such bitterness. You see, this guy here is our friend!" he said with a laugh. Lance made an audible scoff from behind the two "Friends eh?" he said with a chuckle "Friends dont hurt each other...". He slowly stood up "And last time I checked, I dont have any friends..." he said lowly as he gripped his staff "You guys are out numbered now." he said with a sly grin as he nodded "I suggest you leave now..." he muttered as the leader laughed "Such bravery! This may be fun!" he said as his face turned into a sickening grin "I wouldn't give up a chance like this..." he said with a little head nod. 

This head nod signaled an assassin that was hiding come out from behind a tree that was behind the group. Lance only saw the assassin and got scared "We are still outnumbered..." he said as he pointed his staff at the assassin "Watch your back guys.". He didn't trust any of the people fighting for him and he would probably retreat after this fight but for now he had to save himself. He assessed the situation and saw that the leader was a Level 2 guardian and his henchmen were an Assassin, Sorcerer, Bard, and a Cleric who were all level 1. He was about to attack first but then someone else came into the group asking if they were a bunch of heroes "Oh? A new person?" he thought in his head as the person looked to be on the opposing side "This could get interesting... so much for my boring everyday life..." he sighed as he shrugged "No matter you guys are still a bunch of thugs."

Leader: lvl 2 guardian: 
Anchor Howl: A loud soundwave is generated from the Guardian's position, encompassing the surrounding 5 meters in radius. This causes movement speed away from the Guardian to lower the farther away a target is. As a result, some might attempt to make a run for it by either dashing or jumping. These two actions trigger the second part of this skill, which delivers a heavy counter to punish a retreating foe. It effectively serves as a way to maintain the enemy's attention on the Guardian. This skill has an animation time of 3 seconds, maximum duration of 10 seconds, and a cooldown of 30 seconds. If the Guardian moves from their initial position, this skill is canceled.

Hammer beat: A skill that raises the shield or two-handed weapon over the Guardian's body, then crashes it down upon the enemy with a loud sound effect. If a monster struck by this attack is lower-leveled than the Guardian, it is almost guaranteed to shift aggro upon the Guardian. This skill has an animation time of 2.5 seconds and a cooldown of 5 seconds.

Shield Smash: The Guardian's signature style is the large of a large shield. By ramming the opponent with this skill, it's essentially ramming the target with an iron wall. Naturally, such an action will pretty much interrupt any skill that an opponent is casting. This skill has an animation time of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 10 seconds.

Assassin: lvl 1:
Fatal Ambush: Physical Attack. Assassins are known for their deadly strikes, often being able to slay in a single strike. This technique is the first of the many massive damage attacks the Assassins have under their repertoire. It is a crude version however, a novice skill that serves more as the basis and foundation for future, more poetic, techniques. Requiring a long preparation time, the Assassin must focus onto their target, limiting their perception and leaving them vulnerable to other attacks, as they search for a weak point. Then by focusing all of their strength into one strike, the assassin strikes their target with all of their might into a single point, dealing critical damage. The mental exertion required taxes the mind heavily however, and the technique can only be used sparingly. This skill has an casting time of 5 seconds before it may be used. When it is used, Fatal Ambush has an animation time of 1 second and a cooldown of 60 seconds.

Hide Walk: Self Buff. Even the novice Assassin must be adept at stealth. Known for being able to meld into shadow or disappearing behind cover, Assassins can become invisible to the naked eye for just a moment before dealing a deathly blow. It is not a perfect technique however, as those carefully watching the Assassin can see through their tricks. This skill has an duration of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 20 seconds.

Spark Shot: Magical Ranged Attack. One of the few attacks under the Assassin Repertoire that deals magic damage. By charging their projectile with lightning magic, the Assassin is able to create a small electrical burst upon collision. The projectile itself does physical damage, but the electrical burst deals magic damage. This skill has an casting time of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 20 seconds.

Sorcerer: lvl 1 
Serpent Bolt: A spell that shoots an initial blue-purple lightning bolt toward a target. However, rather than discharging entirely on the target on contact, the lightning remains as static energy. For 30 seconds at about 3-second intervals, the electricity arcs away from the target to damage and stun any other nearby enemies. As a result, it serves as a slight deterrent against defensive formations. Although this spell has a fairly long cooldown time, it has a fast casting speed and is often favored for use at the beginning of a battle. Because the target used to channel the electricity is not damaged by the spell, many Sorcerers also tend to cast it on themselves or a teammate as a supportive offense. This skill has a casting time of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 45 seconds.

Blink: A short range teleportation technique often employed by the Sorcerer for emergency escape. The Sorcerer jumps in a direction and teleports about 1-5 meters away in the desired position. The only downside is that the teleportation distance is very haphazard and might actually not move you very far. Still, it's a useful means of misdirection especially when you're up against only one enemy. This skill has a casting time of 1.5 seconds and a cooldown of 5 seconds.

Barrier Spike: A skill known to be one of the very few defensive options available to a sorcerer. The magician calls upon the powers of earth in order to erect a small wall of spiked stalagmites from the ground. This walls can withstand a moderate amount of physical damage before falling apart. However, the Sorcerer shouldn't count on this as their only defense. This skill has a casting time of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 30 seconds. Barrier Spikes are considered to be resistant to Earth and Physical attacks and weak to Wind attacks.

Bard: lvl 1
Ballad of the Gullible Snail: A song that causes the very atmosphere itself to appear lethargic for the enemy. It generates a moderate amount of aggro on the Bard, so one must be careful on the timing of this skill. On use, a distorted spiral effect will appear around a target, affecting up to 10 enemies within 10 meters of the Bard. Affected enemies have their movement speed reduced by 50% and animation times increased by 1 second. This skill has a casting time of 3 seconds, a debuff duration of 30 seconds, and a cooldown of 45 seconds.

Dischord: skill that utilizes the pent-up vibrations accumulated in the musical instrument and harnesses it in order to strike the foe with sound waves produced by constructive interference. It is activated by shaking the musical instrument for a few seconds while focusing one's gaze on a target. An enemy hit by the musical instrument at this moment is left highly disoriented, reducing all of their stats by 10% for 5 seconds. This skill has an animation time of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 10 seconds.

Lullaby of the Mermaid in the Moonlight: A support song that has a mild area of effect range. One key concept to remember is that depending on the difference between the Bard and the enemy's level, it will take some time before the target succumbs to the skill. When used, an aqua-blue ripple effect will occur and an image of a singing mermaid will appear over the head of the caster. Popular uses for this skill involve a sleep lock, a sequence in which the target is put to sleep, followed by the Bard's party members aiming their attacks all at the same time, which is then followed by a recasting of this skill to initiate a relapse. This skill has a casting time of 3 seconds, a maximum duration of 10 seconds, and a cooldown of 30 seconds.

Cleric: lvl 1 
Divine Favor: A skill that temporarily removes all negative status effects on the user. Take note that this does not remove one's negative status effects, and can be called "damage postponement" of sorts. Although Clerics have the ability to clear oneself of all negative status effects in battle, it may put the rest of the party in imminent danger. It is for this reason that this skill is important for Clerics, particularly healers. Take note that this skill only affects status effects that are active on the user at the time of casting. This skill has a casting time of 2 seconds and a cooldown time of 15 seconds.

Martyr Spear: One of the cleric's few offensive options. This spell causes a spear of light to appear in the air above the cleric. After the spear is ready, the cleric points at a target. The spear will promptly head towards the target's position at a high velocity and strike the opponent with light-elemental damage. While this skill has a decently long range, it becomes naturally easier to dodge the farther away the opponent is. This skill has a casting time of 3 seconds and a cooldown time of 20 seconds.

Saint Channeling: The cleric becomes immobile while performing this skill and cannot perform any other skills while this skill is in effect. Every few seconds, all party members within the immediate vicinity will gradually regenerate their HP as long as the cleric continues to cast this spell. It is interrupted as soon as an opponent lands a direct hit on the cleric, so party members should be ready to defend and interpret hits meant for their teammate. This skill has a minimal casting time of 2 seconds and a cooldown time of 30 seconds the moment it is interrupted.

TAGS: Zyrune Pawzyrus Aiyana Raze Mellow

[Pawzyrus]

The sudden coming of other people was spooky, it felt like some bad movie for teaching someone to stand up for himself against bullies. He shook his head, he couldn't under stand what was happening at all! His mind wandered, but his gaze fixed on the leader...
'I wonder what my little sister is doing... Maybe she is playing with her cat... I will come back, i will be back for you. I love you, Lily, so stay safe...'
Without realizing he says this out loud in a low murmur.

"Hey.. what are you guys, a bunch'a neeping heroes?"

Pawzyrus sighed, "Of course, more drama! seriously,cant you guys just do what i say? why don't we all just waltz down the street to the seven dancing maidens pub, get drunk, and watch some elves do the shake? seriously, we would all be enjoying ourselves SO much more. Seriously why can't people work together? But of course, a catastrophe happens, so obviously working together is a fool's notion, am i right?!" When he realized he was rambling to himself, he focused his gaze on the sorcerer, then to mellow. "And why are you here? have you nothing better to do with your time?" he smiled "Well, at least you have a good taste in masks, but really, are we just going to fight like a bunch'a hooligans? or are we gonna be big kitties, and un-knot our panties? GOD im rambling..."

Pawzyrus points at Lance Knighthunter "And you, get over here, behind us, run, do whatever. but stay outta trouble you hedge-haired oaf!"

Pawzyrus takes a close look at the situation. 'This is a close flight, it seems. they have a well made party plus this guy-fox man.'
'As long as that Lance guy is alive, ill feel Ive fulfilled at least SOMETHING'

Pawzyrus's grip tightens on his blade.

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Health pool: 100%
Energy Pool: 100%

[Zyrune]

Hp: 100 Mp: 100

The druid tensed somewhat as he heard someone approach him from behind. He had assumed that the group in front had more backup but when he saw the hint of orange fur, he relaxed somewhat. It was that rather unique cat character, they had briefly ran into each other the first day everything had happened, they didn't know each other very much, but Zyrune was sure he was on the goodside. The cat let out a growl which kind of surprised the druid and he wondered if the person behind the avatar was really into role play. “You heard the man. Leave, now.” The druid titled his head in the man's direction while keeping his gaze on the group again, nodding to Pawzyrus as a sign of thanks. If he remembered correctly the feline was a samurai. “You could be spending better time at the seven maidens pub, if you know what I mean.”

Before the druid could even think about how the three of them were going to out number a well rounded team a couple of others seemed to show their faces. With each one the druid didn't know whether to relax or tense up. Firstly there was an odd creature before them, he guessed she was some kind of caster as she seemed possessed as if two occupied the same place and time. Zyrune couldn't identify the class or what skill it might have resembled. "Leave the man and run. I will only ask you this once." Lost in curious thought, the druid hadn't even seen the next addition to the fray, all he saw was a new individual, a handsome elf standing in a cloud of anima where a thug had originally been standing. "There. Looks like the sides are even now." The elf spoke, his eyes seemed to draw Zyrune into them, he had such charisma. "Shall we dance, boys?" Zyrune couldn't help but feel like a fight was imminent, then again how long did it take for people to respawn, if the fight took long enough could the killed thug return?

Again another individual joined them, however this one seemed rather strange and something about him irked the druid in a way he could not tell and it scared him."Why don't you take me for a spell, elf-boy?" Shaking his head, Zyrune tried to collect his thoughts as what appeared to be the leader of the group seemed to let out a laugh."I wouldn't give up a chance like this..." he said with a little head nod. The druid's body tensed as the caster pointed towards a nearby tree, there in the shadows a figure stood. Pursing his lips the druid regretted ever getting involved now, however it was the right thing to do. If these type of adventurers were not purged and put in their place, they would fester and become an ever greater problem. It wasn't going to be easy the group was well rounded, the guardian seemed to be the leader, a good tank type class, the bard and cleric could easily out support the druid's abilities and if the Assassin and Sorcerer were any good with their skills it wasn't going to be an easy fight by any means.
Letting a small sigh pass over his lips, the druid gave a quick glance to his feline friend as he muttered something. The druid felt his heart fall away, he wasn't the only feeling for his previous life and the people left behind even though it felt that way sometimes with the way people had adjusted to their new life, then again every grieves differently. While Pawzyrus taunted the enemy, Zyrune took in each of them, they didn't seem to be that far off his own level, maybe they stood a chance. 

In an instant the assassin had vanished from the tree line and the druids heart began to pound against his chest. Gripping his staff he quickly took in the situation before him. The two people in the center of the group were going to be a problem, if the guardian used Anchor Howl, they would be unable to attack anything but him leaving them open to attack from the people surrounding them and that weird character with the mask made it clear the handsome elf was his target. Quickly the druid needed to get them out of the there. He could only stall one of them and the masked adventurer was his target. If he was successful the handsome elf could put some distance between them, he only hoped the caster had blink, otherwise he would be swarmed easily. "Run!" The druid yelled towards the Lance and Raze  the handsome elf, even his username seemed alluring and full of mystery before him as he held his staff towards the group, they needed to get out of there and put some distance between them and the enemy, hopefully Zyrune and his new teammates would provide cover. "Willow Spirit." In an instant the ground beneath the character erupted in long twisting vines covered in sharp thorns quickly ensnaring his legs. For a short period of time he would be bound to a short walking distance allowing the elf to move and if anyone hit off of the thorns they would take some damage though he guessed the cleric would patch them up pretty quickly.  

Hp:100 Mp: 90
WC: 879
Abilities Used: Willow Spirit
Tagged:lanceknight Pawzyrus Mellow Raze Aiyana 
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[calm]

Walking through the plains observing his environment, Calm sensed at a long range, a group of people talking about some. Being a bit nosey and at the time bored, he decided it would be a better idea to listen in on their conversation, who knows what kind of juicy information you would get. Staying hidden and just outside of the typical player’s sensory range, he began eavesdropping on their conversation. It had appeared that one group tried to mug another group or something of the matter normally, something calm would stay out of. Wondering what would happen, calm continued to watch, but to his surprise, a random man-elf-thing appeared from nowhere, “Looks like the sides are even now. Shall we dance, boys?” to make the random event even more random so did another guy, one with a kitsune mask. Though normally wanting to avoid such a mess there was a single person who stood out to him. Another character with a kitsune mask, one similar but different to Calm’s very own mask. Calm continued to watch secretly rooting for his kitsune friend hoping that a fight would break out soon, and Calm could see just how strong the other mask wearer was. “Hey.. what are you guys, a bunch'a neeping heroes? Why don't you take me for a spell, elf-boy?” to Calm, even the things he said were awesome, bit of an idolization, but Calm wasn’t someone who looked at a whole, picture but instead made small things much larger, thus a slight idgaf attitude becomes the full fledge hardcore badass you only see in movies. Calm kept watching from afar enjoying the fight that was about to break out. His right hand itching to grab his sword and dive head first indiscriminately fighting, but he had enough self contro- one of the players had wanted to avoid the fight… a disgraceful act in a video game. The sheer fact that even the notion crossed the players mind upset Calm. He was never the type to run away from a fight, so he would expect the same from others, hell had they stayed honorable, he would have attempted to pick off the muggers. Calm ran from behind the muggers, and with a swift swipe of his sword in an attempt to cut the druids thorn vines from the other kitsune mask user, taking minor damage, and following up by chasing down the other player, on the fly, for whatever reason, he felt gravitated towards attacking the cat like player only because of his personal hidden hatred for Nekos, and used one of his skills, Hide Walk which hid him in the dusk light plain, long enough for him to follow up with another skill, Deadly Dance. He propelled himself into the air, hoping that on fall, he would be able to commit land his move on the catlike player (Pawzyrus)

Survival is for those who will do whatever it takes to survive. Darwinism

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[Pawzyrus]

"Willow spirit" Pawzyrus glanced at the masked man who now had been ensnared. Knowing this will start an encounter, he quickly tried to think of something..

Hmm ok, well obviously a chain one ability is what i have and what ill- OH SWEET JESUS!, he thought

Pawzyrus immediately focused on another masked attacker as he swiftly and deftly cut the vines, and rush towards him.

"Hide walk."

When he activated this, pawzyrus still managed to see him luckily, and readied for his attack.

As calm propelled into the air, Pawzyrus uses his acrobatic skills to jump away from the attack towards a wall, and once he got higher than calm, pushed off of it gently so he could be above calm.

Pawzyrus roars with a battle fury awoken inside of him which he would have never thought he had "Ace move: KABUTO-WARI!" He yelled with blood lust as he brought his nodachi down towards calm's head once he landed. He lifted one leg a little to protect his unguarded stomach.

I will carve into your neeping skull you agitating little guy-fox man! Die!, he thought.

Health: 100%
Energy Pool: 92%

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Raze chuckled at the monk's words, with a smirking laugh as if to tell him that this was already way over his head. Of course, before Raze could say anything about the situation, specifically before he could make the cat who wanted to talk this out aware that Raze was still standing in the spot where one of the bandits got crushed like a bad slinky, the enemy guardian decided to reply for him - specifically, to reply with a loud, obnoxious, hideous warcry that went something along the lines of "WAAAAAGH!" followed by a thick, scottish voice bellowing like the man was William Wallace himself saying something along the lines of "ANCUUUH... FOOKIN... HUWULL!".



Close enough.



Anchor Howl was a bread-and-butter for any PvP tank. It was extremely useful because it did not operate around the aggro system, which became completely useless in any PvP context, but around the idea of heavily debuffing and punishing the enemy unless they focus you exclusively. Back in the Chinese arena, it saw use well into the level 90 grudge matches. It's very, very popular, and difficult to go wrong with. Of course, that is, to anyone who doesn't fully comprehend the ability's weaknesses.



One, the movement speed debuff only works when the target is moving away from the guardian. Side-strafing and movement toward the guardian remain at full speed, so it's entirely possible to gather enough momentum to slingshot oneself outside of the area of effect, and fast. But the best part is...



Two, Anchor Howl's effects no longer function if the guardian moves, whether of his own volition... or not. Of course, the tactic was easier in the Chinese servers, when Ajay was a monk. As another warrior class, finding knockback and knockdown talents was easy and common. As a Swashbuckler, though, he would have to get creative...



The slingshot phenomenon is a technique used by many space probes to escape the orbit of a planet after analyzing it enough. The concept involves staying in orbit for long enough to gather more and more momentum, before angling the probe, or in this case, the swashbuckler, in just the right way to let that momentum throw itself in the desired direction. Of course, the desired direction in this case wasn't away... but towards. So he began moving in circles, strafing around the guardian at full speed so that he would not be slowed - unlike Pawzyrus, who found himself caught in the edges of the radius, slowed... and if Raze didn't act quick, he would be mauled into the ground. One orbit... two orbits... and right as the samurai's sword was thrown up, bellowing the name of his ace move, Raze collided into the guardian like a freight train, platemail against platemail, ramming into the guardian and throwing him off balance, with a loud, horrific crunch that sounded terrible enough to leave even the ballziest of men wincing in vicarious pain. The collision dealt more damage to Raze, with his lower hitpoint pool, than it did the guardian, but it was worth it to cancel the effect and place it on cooldown, leaving both the guardian and the swashbuckler sprawled over the floor as Raze rolled off and slowly began to get up... "Guh..." he groaned. "Hey Druid... I could use a little patching up. Looks like the samurai is taking care of the assassin. Everyone else, full focus of all damage on the cleric and sorcerer, in that order. I'll... keep the guardian and the bard busy." he said with a thick grunt, raising his eyes to the battlefield as he locked his gaze on the bard, already beginning to cast his melody. It probably wasn't a great idea to do what he was doing - tanking as a swashbuckler - but at least he had the platemail to do it with; and with a few more levels, he could cater his build toward doing it better. The extra speed was honestly pretty awesome for shenanigans like this. He'd just have to get used to ramming into people with something other than his head.



Well, ain't this a blast.





W: 696

[silenyordle]

HP 100% Stamina 100%

Silenter is soaking in his sorrows at a pub in London. After a month in Elder Tale the realization finally hit him that he was trapped in this world and if things were not bad enough already he lost track of his twin sister that he dragged in to this world as well. He begins to drink heavily. After several drinks becoming heavly intoxicated Silenter starts to stumble around the world leaving the pub, then eventually leaving the gates of London.

Silenter begins to wonder around outside of the gates and notices something in the distance maybe an event unfolding. He begins to stumble over to the figures noticing what looks to be a possessed girl on the edge of the event slowly drifting in arming her bow at one of the figures. He stumbles closer, almost into earshot of the event and begins to watch it unfold and seeing the possessed girl is aiming at of what appears to be the leader of the group who looks to be mugging a sorcerer . He sees that a werecat and a druid have come to his aid as well. In normal circumstances he would join in helping this poor man but in his intoxicated state and his inner anger towards magic users prevented him from instantly joining in.

Damn sorcerers,.. no damn all magic users good for nothings with over powered spells...

Silenter watched as a elf came in from no where and crushed a man, next thing he knows a masked man come into the battle almost striking the elf, but could see it was obviously a taunting action of some sort a few seconds. Then he notices the druid began to cast a spell and vines erupted from her and begins to target the masked man. Then he sees another masked man rush in and slice the vines and becomes blurry briefly before attempting to deal a deadly blow to the werecat.

He tightens his hand on his shield as he sees the were cat was not caught off guard a by the other masked mans attack and begins a attack of his own. Even in Silenter's intoxicated state he knew this outcome of this will not be pretty. Knowing he would not make it in time to stop the werecat's attack Silenter let out a loud belch and yells "Chaaaarge!! ". Silenter grips his shield tightly as he began his charge.

Haha incoming!!!


Targeting the werecat Silenter begans to use "Shield Smash"


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[Guardian Raze]

"ANCHOR FOOKIN HOWL!"

HP:85%
SP:70%

At this point, Mr. Scottish Guardian was feeling pretty good about himself. He'd led his men to mug someone but somehow found himself locked in an epic-scale battle; does reality get as good as this? I think not, friend. Now, he was ready to bring the hurtin' on some fools; garbed up in tank worthy armor that just oozed badassery - spewed it even. Clearly, he was a higher level then everyone else here; that easily made him superior, right? WRONG! While focused in Anchor Howl, he'd have no choice but to stay in the exact same position, constantly focusing on the opponent; the swashbuckler knew that and made quick use of his weakness. Instead of doing things the fun way and just getting effected by his Anchor Howl, he decided to turn into a cyclone and jettison himself at him; effectively canceling the Anchor Howl and knocking him down. 

"WOT DE FOK?"

With his head on the ground, the Scottish man found himself staying true to his Scottish name; by that I mean getting really REALLY angry. The swashbuckler found himself getting up and turning his attention to the bard; it was as if he was ignoring his very existence. "You fookin ingrate!". The guardian started the animation time for Shield Bash; only two seconds to get adjusted enough to perform this move. "Hey'a bastard, ya nevar ignore a scottish man! SHIELD BASH!". Having not fully gotten up, he bashed the shield into the front of the swashbuckler; doing damage from the front and getting his small bit of revenge. Though, his eyes hadn't the time to realize someone else was just as on the prowl as he was; the ending to this story can be explained through the assassin's eyes.


[Assassin Raze]

HP:100%

SP:100%

The heroes fought valiantly, it was truly an honorable challenge they had put up - however, there was one thing they hadn't accounted for so far in this match; the fact that there was a second assassin out on the field. Everyone had been so caught up in the moment, he was essentially undetected after vanishing from the tree. At this moment, he could do whatever it was he wanted without any recoil or consequence; that meant he had the best chance out of any to get in some free kills. Seeing his leader had a bit of trouble coming his way, he immediately threw himself into action; his plan forming even before the cycle was finished.  Realizing he was essentially undetected, he silently charged forth towards him; his ultimate plan depending on perfect timing and his faith in the Guardian's anger but if he could pull it off...he'd effectively rid this battle of one annoying swashbuckler. 

"WOT DE FOK?"

This was it. The Guardian lost his cool, and with a knockdown like that, it was only simple deduction to tell what he was going to do next; this was his chance. His perception was narrowed as he focused on the neck of the Swashbuckler, one of the only weakpoints he could note on spot; his countdown for Fatal Ambush beginning. "5.." The damage was dealt "4.." The swashbuckler began lifting himself off of the Guardian and speaking to a druid about healing and giving his undivided attention to the bard "3..." The Guardian slowly got up; he knew what was coming next  "2..."  The Guardian began screaming at the Swashbuckler; this was it! "1.." Hide Walk was activated, masking his presence as Shield bash was also activated, doing damage to the Swashbuckler "NOW!". Jumping into the air only slightly, he hopped over the falling swashbuckler, twisting his body in a screw-like motion as "Fatal Ambush" was performed, his dagger's intentions for more than just a slice at this point. With his properly placed assist, he would have (hopefully) successfully removed the remainder of the Swashbuckler's HP; effectively removing him from the battle. Not wanting to take a chance, however, he jumped up towards the tree; taking residence there once more. 

"Next time, pay closer attention to your surroundings..It was an honor to do battle.." 

[Sorcerer calm]

For the duration of this fight, the sorcerer had not done much; he was a rear line fighter and seemed to like it that way. Utilizing his position, he eyed the fox-masked assassin and immediately cast Serpent Bolt upon him; the 30 seconds of electric pain starting once it made contact with his body. Being a tad bit quicker than the guardian on his way to assist him, the bolt was sure to travel at a fast enough speed from his distance that he could reach the man; It's effects taking place upon the werecat samurai just before or just as he went to swing his deadly sword.  "Nailed it!". The sorcerer's attention now focused on the bard; casting Barrier Spike as soon as possible and guarding him while he casted his spells. Should their plan work out as it has been, they were sure to succeed in this match up. 

[Bard Zyrune & Aiyana]

Having started his casting process a few seconds ago, the bard played "Dischord"; a song more commonly seen as a blast attack. Now with the use of this song, the Druid was sure to be distorted for some time - rather, enough time for anyone who wanted to get some critical strikes to handle their business; it would surely have to be quick. Now, he didn't have much time before another wave of attacks would occur, and the Shaman was going to be a problem once she returned to her computer; it was clear they had to get this done before she had the chance to come back (I believe she's close by). A few seconds from Dischord's cast he had begun casting "Lullaby of the Mermaid in the Moonlight"; it was only three seconds so he made sure to make use of the barrier spike for any incoming attacks during his preparation.

"Lullaby of the Mermaid in the Moonlight!"

The song begun playing; it's effects being focused on the shaman. His plan was rather simple. Put the Shaman to sleep for now; after they'd taken care of everyone else, she'd be the only remaining factor and at that point it was as simple as two or three attacks. Yes, they would definitely win this round; he was sure of it. 

[Cleric lanceknight]

"Heheh.. you fools.. never accounting for a cleric to do damage..fufufu." The Cleric, without wasting any time, immediately began casting Martyr Spear; the light construct appearing above his being as it pointed and aimed at all of the current enemies. He thought about which member of the opposing party hadn't be struck, which one had been ignored by literally every prior attack in this fight--

"MARTYR SPEAR"

The light construct was launched towards LanceKnight; the wimp that caused this fight to start in the first place. Had he just given them his money none of this would have occurred in the first place. Why did he disobey them? Why did he force such awful things to happen? They were friends, weren't they? He thought that they all had an agreement..I guess not. Either way, this was neither here nor there and here he had to find a way to keep his fighters fighting; luckily, he had just the spell for the job.

"2..1..SAINT CHANNELING!"

[Mellow Zyrune]

"Nngh! What the hell?..heheh..GET THIS SHIT OFFA ME!" Still a tad mentally distorted from his previous conversation with Megani, Mellow hadn't quite exactly worked out the remaining kinks in his mind; all in all leaving the man a bit..unstable. "I'm gunna kill em.. I'm gunna kill this kid.." intertwined with laughter were those two sentences repeated constantly behind his mask, his fists clinched as he attempted to struggle his way out of it with all his might; those vines proving more sturdy than expected. Eyes wide, his focus was solely on The Druid and his actions. There was not a man in this fight he wanted to smash more than the one who halted his actions, even more than that obnoxious elf. "Hehehe..he's cute." He flicked his forehead, Megani wincing in pain from within his mind "Ow! I'm a delicate lady; you shouldn't treat a woman with my stature in such a way!" He tightened the grip on his fists, ready to punch the vines down if he had to--

SLICE! "Oh...neep yeah"

His eyes watched the masked assassin only for a moment; a bond forming between the two even before they had the chance to meet one another. Focus shifting back to the druid, his fists returned back to their previous positions as he charged towards the druid;more than a tiny bit of payback headed his way. Dischord struck, a wild grin behind the mask as Mellow increased speed; getting closer and closer until he reached the Druid's vicinity.

"HEEEERE'S MELLOW!"

Right jab to the face, a left jab to the stomach, an uppercut to the chin. The fierce fury known as "Bullet Punch" was activated; a combo of brutal punches in every section of his upper body. A total of eight punches made. Hysterically laughing through it all, Mellow seemed to keep his head in the game; for whatever it was worth. He'd planned for the druid to possibly duck back while still distorted and in that response he would then perform "Zoom Attack"; his limb extending and catching the Druid, returning him to the "ring".

"Use your damn vines now. USE THEM! I'm going to hit you that much harder!"

He took note of the elf-boy's situation but knew he was too clever to get defeated by a well executed attack like that. So for countermeasures, he prepared himself to pivot at any point and cram his fist as far down that man's throat if need be; a battle with him being more interesting than anything else these kids had to offer. 

"Hey, Mellow. Save that Lance one for last! I want to..mmn..play with him a little."

.....Shut up, Megani..

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Knees dug into the earth as the scotsman raised his shield for the low-level guardian's signature move, the shield bash coming in for a solid swipe, dealing a damage that was nothing compared to the full-on collision that the swashbuckler had already faced. The disorientation of it all was the real issue here, and neither any of his moves nor his capacity to get up was faster than the animation time so he'd have to take it. Besides, it's not like it was a big deal. The oaf was predictable.

See, there's only one reason to use shield bash: The interrupt. No guardian worth their salt wastes the move on someone who isn't using a skill. Succeed on an interrupt, and you lock a powerful, ace-card skill for the full duration of its cooldown without having it go off, winning fights for a strategic guardian more often than not. But throw it away and unless your enemy is as stupid as you are or doesn't have the patience to wait the move out, you've just put yourself in a position where you just lost your big game-changer.

Hands clenched around his own blades, bracing his chest in a fetal position as he raised his daggers in a defensive cross, as the words came. "SHIULD SMUUUSH" How cute. Of course, shield smash was always seen as a solid opportunity for a combo, something any PvPer would know. Which is why it was incredibly important to activate your counterattack the moment the impact hits, since the apparent animation actually lasts longer, with all the flair and flash after the moment, than the impact. This is known as wind-down time: The time the animation continues on after the tick of damage is already inflicted. Knowing this precise moment allowed him to have a slight edge on his own move, and the evasive maneuvers that would follow. The swashbuckler dug his feet into the ground as he braced for impact, the shield slamming into his readied stance with a loud, hissing clank... and the moment the impact struck, the blades were in motion, the response in soft, serpentine whispers.

"Mirage dealer."

Raze's right hand hooked around the side of the shield, legs somersaulting into the air as he threw the shield aside with a single diagonal slash... coming down with a second blow gashing along the guardian's pretty little face, the left blade gutting into the chinks in his helm, twisting into a gory, brutal, open gash, the post-move vulnerability turning the simple blow into a messy, bloody critical hit... and just as the assassin were to make contact, annihilating the swashbuckler's remaining hitpoints... Raze's body dissolved into shadows, thick black smoke gushing forward through the guardian like a cloud of ash, rematerializing a meter behind him with bloody blades, the assassin's blow missing like a field goal, turning back with a slow twist of his neck, a roaring inferno igniting in those wild, bloodshot eyes, the maddening rush of adrenaline turning the elegant, composed man into anything but, unveiling the beast within.

The bard was no longer Raze's priority.

This assassin was going to PAY.

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[butterflyborealis]

Ayano's hair waved to and fro, her skirt twisting as he danced and spun out of the city. Today had been a great day, possibly one of the greatest!
I finally struck a job! I hope i can succeed in that restaurant, i mean yeah I'm only a waitress but I'm so nervous! The manager was weird though, a little too nice, maybe he just had a good day too? or maybe...
Ayano giggled, It doesn't matter, too bad i don't have much money to have fun, but dancing is an amazing celebration as any!
She jumped, twirling in the air and makes the landing, continuing her dance as she continued to go past the gates and into the outskirts.
I wished id spend more time leveling up... Too bad i couldn't, all those stories about those mean PKers are kinda scary... hopefully i wont run into any today! I mean, how could i, today is just  too great of a day! ill strut out there, slay something, and learn some new things!
Her grin widened, Although, i do worry about my odds in combat... I guess as long as I'm shielded, ill be just fine, right? maybe... well, my floating orb will bonk em in the head if they get near, not to mention my trusty lil' dagger here!

It almost seem to her that this wasn't some alien world, but rather another paradise, another world. Everything was so real to her, how kind the NPCs were made it feel they weren't coded at all!

And then she heard it...

"Hey Druid... I could use a little patching up. Looks like the samurai is taking care of the assassin. Everyone else, full focus of all damage on the cleric and sorcerer, in that order. I'll... keep the guardian and the bard busy."

Hmm?

She continued to dance over to an alcove of buildings, she stopped once she saw a violent battle of a mess of adventurers.
what are they doing?!

She saw a masked man dash through cut vines, implanting a rather painful looking fist into a druid, then continuing to beat at him endlessly...

"Charge!"

She then noticed a heavy suit of armor charging straight forward into a orange were-cat, who was just about to crash down his blade onto some other masked... assassin?
She couldn't believe her eyes at the scene, she quickly ran towards it, a yard or 3 away from the violence.
"What are you doing to him, stop!"
she took in a breath.
"Damage interception!"
Her floating orb glowed after she pointed her palm towards the druid who was suffering too many blows at a time. a spiraling double helix of colors burst forth, wrapping around the druid creating a potent barrier of protection.
"Why are you killing each other?!" she yelled in confusion.
She knew she had just enough time to cast another spell, she had to save the druid from the cathedral, he didn't deserve it!
"Prayer of recovery!" small blue jewels appeared around the druid, as his health raised by a small amount.
She was worried about being attacked next, and prepared to use the orb and dagger. She was frightened out of her mind.
Why today?

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[Pawzyrus]

As pawzyrus's nodachi whistled through the air, an aura of hatred and death cascading around him, something in his mind came into view...

Antonius and Lily sat on the couch, watching the news of a recent war.

"Why do people hate each other so much? is killing really how we must solve things?" Lily looked up at Antonius, who was staring at the screen, agitated by the story.

"Humans can't seem to play along well like big boys. But honestly, what can you do?" Antonius sighed, "I just hope this gets all over and done with."

She nodded, returning to the screen. "Me too".

Antonius ruffled her hair before turning back into reality, and gaining back his senses.
He was what he was about to accomplish.
What am i doing?

THUMP!
A crash of pain rocked the right side of his body, propelling him towards the mess of thugs. roughly at the same time a shock of electricity bolted into his stomach, making him howl in pain as it resounded in his armor.

Pawzyrus tumbled across the ground, bouncing again and again until he finally got his bearings, and landed on one foot, twisting towards the sorcerer.

You will regret that, my friend.

He gave a smirk as he ducked, catching his body on his other foot, and began to bring the blade to his side.

"Ace move: SHUNSEN!!!" with new energy invoked, his blade flashed to the other side of his body almost instantly, seemingly slicing inches into the sorcerers stomach, and leaving as if it was butter. Suddenly, a vacuum appeared from the slash, shoving the sorcerer backwards and onto the ground, inflicting more pain.

Pawzyrus glanced behind him, noticing the guardian that bashed him with a shield

Who the heck are you, and why?

Word count: 297
Health pool: 85%
Energy Pool: 84%

[calm]

It was a graves mistake for the neko-boy to take his attention away from this deadly assassin, regardless of if it was to attack a closer target but had still made a grave mistake none the less. From the moment, his attack missed, Calm prepared his own attack, the strongest of his moves, but the one hardest to accomplish. He focused his gaze on the neko falling down and preparing his counter attack, looking for weaknesses on vital points, something that in most situations would require a massive amount of focus, on foreign targets, but he wasn’t the type to lose focus, even after taking a fair amount of damage, he knew in the end, that unless he took a massive amount of damage, he was able to either dish out the same to his opponent, if not return more, so when the guardian came from nowhere stopping the samurai’s attack, he wasn’t pleased or upset, however knowing that he would have the assistance of two guardians which were on his side did gave him the sense of reassurance. He felt sudden surge though his body, not diverting his attention, but instead giving almost pleasing, a jolt of electricity not harming him, but harming the next person, who just happened to be the only enemy target near him, the neko-boy, such a sad coincidence, that this neko-boy is getting hit with so much. A count down in his head began, and before long, he was locked, and the attack was going forth. A rapid fast move that once started, few at this level could combat, “Ambush Strike”. In a blink of an eye he dashed towards the neko who he had attacked before, drawing his sword and indiscriminately attacked every single weak point on the neko-boy’s body with what would appear to be a single blow. Sheathing his sword after the attack he looked forward to see his new found team mates fight. Though everything seemed to be in check, aside from one person living from an attack that connected, but actually didn’t connect ??? also putting him into berserk mode, even though he’s not under 25% health ??? and a druid who lived by the skin of his teeth because of a random bystander who wanted to keep the keep the peace, by keeping a druid who would have lived alive, and letting a guardian get his face get cut off or something along that lines because… logic? Calm took a moment, to revert his focus from single targets at a time, to the whole area around him, using his ability, “Battle Perception” to give himself an aerial view of his surroundings. He kneeled down and gripped the hilt and sheath of his sword preparing himself for his next attack.

WC: 461 HP: 85% MP: 80% Tranquility

KITTY OF GS

[Zyrune]

Hp: 100 Mp: 90

"HEEEERE'S MELLOW!"

As the masked monk charged towards him, the druid's voice caught in his throat. In an instant the attacker was on top of him. There was something wrong with him and it frightened the druid, he cursed himself silently wishing druids could learn the skill blink. Then again he slightly wished the dashing elf would appear, pull him into his arms and carry him to safety. As he was lost in thought his body erupted in a searing pain as the monk lay into him. Despite the speed of his punches, the druid managed to push through. He thanked the monks low level for that, if the monk had been a higher level he would have suffered plenty more damage. Though Zyrune's health bar had significantly lowered.

"Use your damn vines now. USE THEM! I'm going to hit you that much harder!"

Nearby the healer was sure that someone had called out a spell but he couldn't be sure, nor could he check with the monk's constant attack. The druid's body erupted in colour during the monk's continued attack and seemingly prevented damage. He smirked. "What are you doing to him, stop!" A feminine voice called out for which the druid thanked the stars for. "Why are you killing each other?!" The innocent voice called out. "Prayer of recovery!" Within seconds the druid felt warm as his body was wrapped in small blue crystals for a moment as they raised his Hp erasing most of the damage the monk had done. Casting his gaze towards the new entrant, he nodded, mouthed a thank you and gave her a quick smirk before turning back to the monk who for the moment was prevented from attacked him. "I don't need vines to damage you." The druid spat back. "By ignoring anchor howl you did the damage yourself." He smirked as the counter effect of anchor howl kicked into effect, the monk suffered a heavy blow more damage than the druid could ever have dealt to him. It was now or never, the strange girl who had yet to attack needed to help, she could easily over power the monk in her current state with the back up of the two healers. At the moment the two masked figures moved faster than others of their class seemed to and this Mellow seemed content with taking out the druid and his aid. Zyrune knew he had to tired them out, lower their mp enough so they couldn't continue the attack and with the constant use of skill's by the monk, he was sure it wouldn't be long now, he just needed to stay alive until then.

By now the effects of "Discord" had worn off and the druid's own cooldown on willow spirit had too. He inhaled a deep breath, considering his next move while still until the protection of the beautiful fox tail's skill. He needed to act, the monk currently could only use one skill, his punches were still on cool down. He had no doubt that the cleric would quickly repair a small portion of the damage done by the counter if he chose to heal the monk, though he doubted the cleric would heal him rather than his own boss who badly needed healing. Raising his staff he aimed it quickly in the cleric's direction. "Brilliant Prism." Within seconds bubbled formed at the end of the druid's long wooden staff before erupting in a bright blinding light, the beam hitting the cleric's face full on. The attack significantly lowered the cleric's hp, the attack was strong but had a long cool down of 20 seconds and because the attack used light, the cleric would be blinded for a few moments. Hopefully during that time someone could either take the cleric out or the monk, either one were easy bait. He thought about using his heal on the elf, but that would negate the effects of the beserker skill. Next the druid used his free hand to cast "Willow Spirit" on the other masked being.  He couldn't help but smirk as the assassin carried out his attack as if he had landed each move. Unfortunately for the assassin the vines had already ensnared his legs preventing him from closing what little distance to Pawzyrus that remained. "CURE BLOOM!" The druid rolled backwards as the monk lost his concentration turning to watch the elf. Zyrune looked upwards to see the feline erupted in a bright pink mist, his hp rising rapidly, his spell undoing a significant portion of the damage the assassin had dealt. The feline definitely had a second chance at least with the druid's help. "THE CLERIC!!!!" The druid shouted as he moved to join the newest healer to their group ready to defend her. By now he only had 10 seconds before he could use brilliant prisim again. If the cleric wasn't removed before then, he would be able to remove them.

Hp: 65 Mp: 60
WC:825
Abilities Used: Willow Spirit, Cure Bloom, Brilliant Prism. 
Tagged: Aiyana lanceknight Pawzyrus Raze Mellow calm butterflyborealis
Notes: PLEASE LET EVERYONE POST ONCE BEFORE POSTING. With so many in the thread we are at risk of the battle moving too quickly. Please remember to allow others who have not yet to post such as Aiyana to post before posting again please. And remember not to god mod your characters, take some damage, change the game plan up. I left it up to Mellow to decide the damage of the counter, but remember it is a heavy damage counter dealt by the guardian's abilities... Also butterflyborealis thank you for joining and saving me! <3 

[Raze]

- 0 6 0 % -
- 0 6 9 % -

With the guardian out of the way, the assassin had just used his trump card and was out in the open, in full focus of a very, very angry swashbuckler. Bloodshot eyes sizzled with sadistic glee - not overflowing, but sizzling with a devious, tantalizing, villainous smirk; truly the story of the spider and the fly. Still indignant, the assassin readied his blade into a full-forward point, one hand clamping around the wrist of the other as he steadied himself.

How predictable.

With a jagged, zig-zag dash to the side, and then the serpentine pounce of a cobra, Raze surged with a savage rush of adrenaline. Had he not allowed the beast to take control he would have most likely come to the defense of the druid, but for now, the hunter would hunt. "Spark sho- HRRK!" the Assassin half-said, choking on his words as a daggerhilt rammed into his ribs with enough force to throw the breath from his lungs. Of course, the ability was not an interrupt, so the shot fired anyway, aimed wildly as the assassin attempted to stumble back... and right into the swashbuckler's second blade as it gouged into his shoulderblade with a demonic hiss. "Viper... RAISE." A spray of blood erupted from the disheveled assassin's body as his eyes went wide open in pain, not just from the damage, but from the panicked realization that he could no longer strike back, the feeling and power of his arms robbed almost entirely from him as his tendons were brutally severed, causing limbs to hang weakly against his sides.

The assassin was still technically alive, but for all intents and purposes, with both his trump card on a full minute of cooldown and his basic attacks so slow that they were bafflingly easy to avoid, he was worthless. Perhaps, in a world where death was only momentary, worthlessness was worse. Perhaps, even in our world where death is final, worthlessness just might be worse.

Breathing the blood of his enemies with the deep inhale of satisfaction, the rush of adrenaline began to subside, and with it, the strategic chessmaster returned, and just in time to hear Zyrune. "THE CLERIC!!!" Of course. It made sense. The cutie was cleverer than he looked. The problem, of course, was that Mirage Dealer was still on cooldown, and without a gap-closer to cover the distance, Raze would be too late to prevent another blow from brilliant prism. The only way he could buy enough time to get personal was if he threw his blades first, disorienting the Cleric's heads-up display and diverting his attention. It was a big risk, but one he'd have to take to save those cute little buns. Might as well give it a shot.

Pushing the assassin, the poor sod choking on his own blood by now, aside like a broken-in ragdoll, Raze made his way toward the cleric, charging at full speed, crouching in to streamline himself as long strides covered as much distance as he could, hooking his right arm in for a... swing! The jagged, curved dagger swirled in the air like a tornado, followed by another swing, the second blade surging toward the cleric with all the momentum he could muster, bracing bare arms in a cross in front of him as he threw himself at the cleric. Hopefully this ram, unlike the one with the guardian, would hurt the cleric more than it hurt Raze.

Come to daddy.

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