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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 13:21:21 GMT
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What was she thinking? A level 90 wolf-hair samurai turned heretic... it was not even the most admirable of classes. If anything, a warden could shoot her on sight just for being a heretic, no questions asked. Was Caerbannog even cut out to be a caster in this world? Unlike the metal-armored samurai, heretics only wore cloth and thus were naturally squishy. Given the ridiculous antics that the young lady performed almost every single day, which included but was not limited to throwing Dwarf and getting drunk in shady establishments, a day probably would not pass without her getting a free trip to Westminster Abbey. Speaking of the Abbey, it was awfully quiet; the caster-type members of Aeryn were away doing their things, and so Caerbannog set out to look for a mentor herself.
It wasn't long before she remembered a certain foxtail who resembled another certain foxtail. She hoped that he had not disappeared from the game just yet... people oddly enough tended to do that. While it was entirely possible that people just settled down to their new life in Elder Tale and thus were less likely to run around on adventures, Caer was still slightly worried if those people actually did just settle down or if they somehow vanished from the new world. Regardless, there was nothing that she could do about that. At the moment, the wolf-hair put all of her effort to finding that foxtail caster @eleri in the midst of the Londinium crowd.
Like a gunshot into the darkness, the heretic walked through the streets of the city in search of that one person. Or his yellow sidekick. That little guardian Jane did leave quite an impression on the then-samurai wolf-hair. If not the yellow, then the attitude was sure to draw a lot of attention. Caerbannog wondered if the two were out on their own adventures together. A pity, really, that she was a mere Level 10 at this point in time. They had probably leveled up already, knowing how quickly things could progress if only adventurers were so willing to go out on adventures.
But enough about that! The wolf-hair was out in the streets clad in pitiful starter cloth armor and was intent on finding that foxtail. She was so focused on her goal that Caerbannog threw all logic and good manners out the window. At the square, little Caer climbed up the tallest lamp post that she could find and she began to yell in the loudest voice that she could muster.
"FLUFFY-KUUUUUUUN!" the heretic cried.
Now, as if it wasn't bad enough that she was a Miasma-controller, Caerbannog actually drew attention to herself. But to the girl, any attention was good attention because the foxtail might actually notice her. That is, if he wanted to tell the world that he was associated with this wolf-hair heretic who probably had one too many Corruption stages in her head.
"FLUFFY-KUN! IT'S ME, CAAAAER!" she yelled, "Where are you?! I need a mentor!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 5:08:46 GMT
 | Jacoben HP: 100% MP: 100% |
"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."
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One day maybe he would be able to wander around the streets of London without getting bothered by anything, but today was obviously not that day. He had been on the prowl for items that he could use to further his crafting profession, having found crafting to be rather soothing in a way that was hard for the small sorcerer to explain. Regardless, he wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary today until a loud voice echoed through the streets, yelling something that sounded vaguely familiar. The voice itself seemed somewhat familiar, though he couldn't really place it straight away.
Looking around for the source of the noise Jacoben finally spotted the small figure perched atop a lamppost screaming loudly and drawing loads of attention from everyone in a block's radius. He winced at this, uncertain how to respond as he finally recognised the woman that was shouting out, as well as the realisation that she was yelling for him. Sure, she was dressed in a pretty simple robe now, but it was still the same woman who had showed both he and Jane how food prepared by someone with the Chef subclass was superior to anything else bought or made through menus.
His ears twitched nervously as he tried to figure out what to do about the very loud and very obvious woman shouting for him. On one hand he could admit to knowing her and be stared at by everyone who was currently looking at Caerbannog in surprise and concern, or he could pretend not to have heard her and get out of there as soon as possible. Part of him really wanted to go for the second option, he really didn't want to have to weather the stares of all those strangers, but he got the feeling that if he didn't reveal himself to her she'd continue on and on until he was found, gaining more and more attention from passersby.
Sighing after a minute or two of deliberation Jacoben began walking towards the lamppost, his shoulders slumped in resignation at the choice he had made. Why couldn't he have been selfish and just left? It would have been so much easier. Instead he had to go and ensure that the disruption of the peace would end as soon as possible so as not to inconvenience anyone else any further. Sometimes he hated his need to cause the least trouble to others, as it left him in uncomfortable situations like this.
"Miss Caerbannog please get down from there," he called out, his entire body language displaying his resignation as he felt the weight of the stares fall upon him. "Why did you start yelling from up there anyway?" What sort of person just shouted out to the heavens for another person? Come to think of it, what were the odds of him being near enough to hear it in a city the size of London? Highly unlikely at best, and yet here he was trying to get the small woman to come down off the lamppost and stop making a scene. Ears and single visible tail drooping as he tried not to be bothered by all the attention Jacoben would wait for the newly christened heretic to drop down before suggesting they go somewhere, anywhere, else to discuss whatever it was that the older woman wanted. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad....but he doubted that.
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Word Count: 767 (568+199 [1.25 Mentor Bonus + .10 Coconia Bonus])
Tags: @dindeen
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 4:11:05 GMT
510 words
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It was such a nice day at the Square until a fairly short heretic hopped onto a lamppost and began yelling something that made little sense. She looked rather poor in that starter robe; was she a beggar? At least that's what went through the minds of passers-by. And what was a 'flafikun' anyway? A lot of the onlookers were relieved when a young man approached the screaming child and beckoned for her to leave her perch. From then on it seemed so simple: the heretic could climb down the lamppost and go with her friend. But of course, this is Caerbannog. Simple is too easy. Without a word and with arms outstretched, the wolf-hair jumped off the lamppost and aimed for @eleri's face.
"Fluffy-kuuuun!" she happily greeted the foxtail regardless of whether he moved out of the way or not, "I forgot to send you a friend request!"
As soon as her little feet were back on the ground, Caer pulled up her interface and sent a friend request to Jacoben. She had a wide smile plastered on her face, so sure that the young man would accept it. If he rejected it, the heretic would punch the nearest baby. That's right! She'd really punch a baby!
"I'm a heretic now, see? SEE?!" Caerbannog took out a starter crystal ball and a starter hex doll and then she waved them at the foxtail's face, "I want to learn how to curse people!"
Okay, so maybe that did not sound so nice. At least she was honest.
"And I want to get to Level 30 so that I can have tentacles!" the wolf-hair continued to blurt out the most not-quite-appropriate things in the middle of a crowd, "If you become my mentor, I'll let you touch my tentacle!"
Some of the adventurers who passed by overheard it and they stopped to look at the pair. A male foxtail and what seemed to be some female child, and that child said something about touching tentacles. Some of those adventurers had seen hentai and they were torn up between a fit of laughter and a sigh of pity. Caerbannog totally ignored them though and just continued to wave her crystal ball and her hex doll until Jacoben replied.
"So will you pleeeeeease be my mentor?" Caer directly asked, "Teach me how to curse people-"
The nearby landers and adventurers slowly inched away.
"-and how to make them suffer and stuff!" the wolf-hair requested in a most cheerful way.
Did she understand the meaning of her words? Definitely. Did she know that it was bad to curse people and to make them suffer? Probably. Did she care about what the crowd thought? Nope. The heretic just stood there with her new weapons in her hands as she waited for Jacoben's reply. Perhaps the discussion would fare much better in a more private area, but Caer did not care.
"Oh, and where's Little Miss Sunshine?" the heretic was momentarily distracted from her goal as she looked behind Jacoben as if Jane was hiding there.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 11:40:30 GMT
| Jacoben HP: 100% MP: 100% |
"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."
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It seemed that the day was going to go about as smoothly as he should have expected, that is to say not at all. He watched as Caerbannog gathered herself for what was obviously a leap and reflexively activated one of his spells, a slight glow surrounding him as he suddenly disappeared from his previous position to one a meter back behind it, taking him out of range of the new Heretic's glomp of deathly doom. His ears twitched slightly at the sudden change and a single tail swayed behind him casually (the second one kept hidden in social situations).
Containing a sigh he quickly accepted her friend request and sent her one in turn, as it seemed likely that they were going to stay in contact and having her talk to him through telepathy was definitely better than her current method of shouting for him from lamp posts and making such a huge scene. Of course, it meant that she would be able to telepathically bother him, but at least that wouldn't disturb whole crowds of other people.
"I can see that Miss Caerbannog, the robe sort of gives you away as a caster of some sort. Although I do wonder why you changed from your last class, considering how high a level you were," he added calmly, purposefully ignoring the whole reference to curses that she had made at first. Secretly he was also wondering why she chose a Heretic of all classes, considering the bad opinion many had of the darkling class. Although considering Caerbannog's oddities he supposed it wasn't exactly surprising that she'd try something so fundamentally different from the other classes.
He blinked slightly as she professed her desire for tentacles, and blushed as she offered to let him touch it once she got it. That was....disturbing to say the least, and he couldn't help but glance around to see if anyone was going to give him dirty looks when he was the recipient for such loaded lines that seemed almost perfectly crafted to embarrass him. "I don't really know how to curse someone, my class is more the direct damage kind," he stated, trying very hard not to stammer as he kept his attention on anything but the stares coming from other adventurers.
"I could try and help you with magic though I suppose, you probably didn't get much practice with it when you were a Samurai, right?" he hoped that would stall her from protesting, after all, it wasn't like there was much he could do if she was adament to have a Sorcerer teach her how to curse other people with her spells. His attention was turned back to the Wolf Hair as she added another query to him.
"Jane? I'm not sure," was the response, "Sometimes we do our own stuff and there's no real reason to tell each other about those sorts of things, it's not like I'm her keeper or she's mine" he shrugged casually, uncertain as to whether or not his friend would actually agree with that sentiment. Jane was, and always would be, her own person, and the force of her personality often was capable of convincing him to go along with things that he generally wasn't interested in. So if the Guardian decided she was his keeper he'd probably have a hard time of it.
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Word Count: 755 (559+196 [1.25 Mentor Bonus + .10 Coconia Charm Bonus])
Tags: dindeen
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 8:52:20 GMT
500 words
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It took but a few moments for the heretic to recover from her fall. She dusted off her shabby clothes and had turned to the young man already to continue their conversation. Good, good, this unfortunate foxtail agreed to Caerbannog's terms. Little did he know that by agreeing to become her mentor, he had formed an unbreakable contract with the heretic. Soon his soul would be corrupted and he would slowly turn into- wait, wrong anime. It was true that she barely knew anything about casters in Elder Tale so Caerbannog needed the guidance of one who had started out with such a class. In other MMORPGs, she had played casters but obviously not in this world. Moreover, clicking a hotkey or a spell was different from channeling your own mana and imagining the usage of a spell. Was she supposed to wave her hand in a particular manner? Did she have to say some difficult-to-pronounce words with a specific accent? Wingardium Leviosa, anyone?
"Samurai don't have tentacles," was the wolf-hair's blunt answered when @eleri asked about her decision, "And I could always change back if I wanted to. The samurai's sure-kill curse is pretty handy for destroying lives after all."
Admittedly, Caer was a tad bit disappointed when Jacoben stated that his class could not curse someone.
"Sailors curse so why can't you?" she asked, an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed as if he had just refused a most natural thing.
But everyone had their reasons, she supposed. And even the onlookers probably her their reasons for looking but whatever those reasons were, Caerbannog had enough of their stares.
"Okay let's go to a place where you can teach me magic without drawing the attention of Guards," the heretic then pulled up her animal trainer list and casually summoned a four-meter long centipede onto the Square.
"GREETINGS, MEAT BABIES!" Mukade exclaimed, in his own language of course.
The centipede happily waved his appendages at the people around them but no matter how hard he tried to 'smile', he could only grimace menacingly. Ah, the price of being a centipede... he tried to be as gentlemanly as possible and yet people were still scared of him.
"Muu-chan!" Caerbannog hugged the neck, er, torso? Body? of her pet centipede and then she jumped onto his back. A hand of hers was offered to Jacoben, "Hop on! Tell him where you want to go. He can understand some of our words because he's very intelegant!"
No, the heretic did not mispronounce that.
"Intelligent AND elegant!" the wolf-hair said matter-of-factly as she pointed at the way that Mukade preened his 'whiskers'.
The sorcerer was not a presence that was familiar to the centipede but as long as the foxtail acted friendly towards the heretic, Mukade would not Bulldoze his face. Now the heretic and her beastie waited for Jacoben to hop onto their magic centipede ride. On one hand, their mount was a ferocious-looking, probably-venomous giant invertebrate; on the other hand, the awkward stares were increasing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 8:26:09 GMT
| Jacoben HP: 100% MP: 100% |
"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."
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After a few moments Jacoben decided to ignore the whole tentacle commentary, it would only damage his psyche to dwell too long on the oddities of Caerbannog's mind. Instead he focused on her next comment which was easier to respond to without feeling dirty. "There's a difference between cursing someone and cursing at them. I could curse at them, but I can't cast a curse the same way you can," he tried to explain, not entirely sure if she would understand or even listen to his explanation. Hopefully she did, or at least it wouldn't lead to her getting annoyed at him as a result of his words.
The summoning of the giant centipede might have bothered other people, indeed some of the passersby seemed to get very nervous at its appearance, but Jacoben simply stared curiously for a moment before greeting the creature. "Ah, hello Mr Mukade", the Foxtail stated as he toggled Tongue of Nature in order to be able to speak with the Centipede. "If you don't mind me saying you certainly are the most magnificent centipede I've ever seen. Miss Caerbannog would like me to travel on you and I would ask your permission before climbing up." Something told the low levelled Animal Trainer that politeness was the key to getting along with the large arthropod and honestly he didn't think being anything less than courteous was worthy of him.
Animals had always been somewhat of a refuge to him, non-judgemental and unlikely to just disregard him entirely, which is why he had chosen to be an Animal Trainer to begin with. And just because Mukade was a terrifyingly gigantic insect didn't mean that he wouldn't be treated with respect unless he proved to not deserve it.
Assuming the centipede was willing to allow him on its back he would climb up onto it and find a comfortable spot for the trip. It certainly was the most unusual mount he had ever ridden, but it was certainly a smooth ride considering the centipede's gait leant it an unusually stable motion akin to a conveyer belt. "I think the forest would be the best choice of location Mr Mukabe, if you please. It's out of the way so that we won't be disturbed and there's usually enough space to be found for us to do some training" he directed, hoping that the arthropod would be inclined to follow his instructions.
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Word Count: 544 (403+141[1.25 Mentor Bonus + .10 Coconia Charm Bonus])
Tags: @dindeen
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 18:26:03 GMT
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The air was fresh and the sunlight was gentle but warm. Ah, what a good day to be alive! -is what the centipede Foreman Mukade IX thought as he felt the area around him. No distress came from his tamer's direction and so he remained rather lax. What caught Mukade off guard was not the sudden scuttling of Caerbannog onto his back or the fact that she even invited someone else to use him as a mount; rather, the centipede almost jumped at the words that came from the foxtail @eleri.
"AHA! You speak!" Muu-chan delightedly exclaimed, "It is rather difficult to find bipedal meat babies who can listen and speak to my kind! Come on then and let's be on our way!"
The centipede nodded every now and then as he listened to the sorcerer, and when the young man hopped onto the creature's back and seemed rather secure there, Mukade slithered along the roads of Londinium which would lead to the Greatwoods.
"Isn't he a good puppy?" Caer asked Jacoben; she was obviously referring to the centipede, "He is very polite and loves cake."
While they were still on their way out of town, the wolf-hair thought to ask some important questions.
"What's the most difficult thing about a sorcerer? Can people interrupt your casting if they surprise you? Or if they stab you? Or if they throw a table at your face?" she asked in succession and left little time for Jacoben to actually answer. But then the more important questions poured out, "Why did you pick foxtail race AND caster class? That makes you very squishible! Is Jane your girlfriend? Did you have a lover's quarrel?"
So much for keeping her nose out of people's business. Ah well, no matter what the answer was, Caer would simply say OK! until her centipede stopped skittering through the pavement. Eventually, Mukade reached the loose dirt of the Windsor roads; he stopped for a mere moment, antennae raised overhead as he looked for signs of movement in the forest.
"Hmm hmm... some pittered boars... might be too rowdy," Mukade turned away from the part of the Greatwoods which apparently had some boars, "Away, away from trouble. Hmmr..."
The great beast then went back to slithering across the ground. Past some of the larger trees, Mukade went deeper into the dark side of the woods. The canopy was thicker overhead and so the ground was bare save for the presence of some fungi and moss. It did not seem to be the place where boars and rabbits, which tended to eat whatever was on the forest floor, would frequent. Mukade finally stopped when he arrived at a dark clearing with barely enough light to see things.
"If you would please dismount, I shall go up one of the larger trees and tear down a branch or two so that the sunlight may fall upon us," Mukade calmly waited for the adventurers to hop off.
Caerbannog slid down the centipede's side and she took out a chunk of crag cow flesh from her inventory. She called it 'pet food' but really, it was just a bloody lump of meat. The 'pet food' was then given to the centipede who was working so hard. Since her hands were bloody, Caer wiped them clean on her own robe and then she looked up at her mentor.
"We curse people NOW?" she asked.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 10:30:04 GMT
| Jacoben HP: 100% MP: 100% |
"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."
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"Yes, I can speak sir," Jac responded as they glided through the streets towards the nearest zone on the outskirts of Londinium, the two casters' robes flapping in the wind at the surprisingly fast speed that the centipede was capable of moving. It took a few moments for him to find the proper footing but soon enough he was able to stand comfortably without worry of falling over, such was the smoothness of the ride. "This is by far the most comfortable ride I have ever had Mr Mukade," he added as he felt the segments beneath his feet shift minutely to adjust to the ground beneath him.
He would have asked the arthropod additional questions, but it was Caerbannog's turn to ask questions of him, and so he swivelled first his ears and then the rest of his head in her direction. It took a few moments to process her fast paced queries but eventually he figured out what it was that was being asked of him by the Wolf Hair and put together a set of answers that would hopefully satisfy her. "The most difficult thing is probably making sure that you don't let anything get close enough to hit you. They can interrupt with specific skills, otherwise it just increases the casting time of the spell. I chose Foxtail because I thought it looked cute and I like playing casters, plus they get a bonus to magic so while I might be squishy I'm also quite powerful. Jane is most certainly not my girlfriend since I have a boyfriend, and no, we didn't fight about anything recently," he answered rapidly in response, barely registering what it was that he had actually said.
As the greatwoods sped past him Jacoben crouched on Mukabe's back, feeling the speed much more closer to the ground which was a pretty fun sensation as his primary tail flew out in the wind behind him. Unfortunately the ride ended far too soon for the Foxtail, and he soon had to hop off the centipede's back. "Thank you for allowing me to ride you Mr Mukade," Jac stated respectfully as Caerbannog fed him a chunk of bloodied meat and then he clambered up a tree into the canopy above to get them a little bit more light.
Turning his attention back to the shorter Heretic, the Sorcerer pondered just how he might teach her how to be a better caster. He supposed there were tactics and tricks that would be useable by both their classes, as well as some sort of guide on how to control magic outside of the basic interface method, after that there was nothing quite like hands on experience. "Well, we can't curse anyone if there's no one around to curse, but I'm sure we can find things to practice on soon," he stated carefully, trying not to upset the other Adventurer and still a little bit leery of her mood swings.
"Now, the important thing about being a caster is managing your mana... although, do Heretics use mana? Still... you need to be able to judge how much energy you have to cast your spells and how much you are spending. For me, I can feel the amount I have if I focus a little bit through meditation, it feels like a mixture between warmth and pressure when I do that. Also I find that the lower my mana is the more tired I feel, similar to if you've been running around a lot fighting normally. I'm not certain if that matches how it is for you, or for Heretics, but it's a good starting point." the Sorcerer advised, finding it surprisingly easy to slip into a teaching mode all things considered. It sort of reminded him of the times he had needed to train new students who joined their training hall, though of course they were talking about magic now and not Kung Fu.
"Another thing you need to think about," he began, thinking about the many MMOs he had played as well as his time here in this world, "is the rotation you'll use. I find it good to start off with a skill that has a long cast time and perhaps a long cooldown, at least if you're on your own, since they're usually stronger than other spells and you often will have to move around too much to cast them later on in the battle. Unless you have a spell with much higher range than the others, then that should be your first option. When solo playing as a caster the ideal situation is killing the enemy before they get close enough to touch you."
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Word Count: 1053 (780+273 [1.25 Mentor Bonus + .10 Coconia Charm Bonus])
Tags: @dindeen
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