Post by Icyferno on Sept 12, 2015 14:41:14 GMT
Status: Healthy / Rested
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“Hey, did you hear? It seems there’s a new event coming up real soon.”
“Does it involve scoring pretty girls?”
“Probably not, but who knows, maybe you’ll score with some other girl after a million tries.”
It was, for all intents and purposes, and ordinary day for an Adventurer in Londinium, with smalltalk going through the ears of the Swashbuckler as he made his way down the streets of Londinium. Sometimes he overheard something useful, such as learning that there were no dungeons to be found in the depths of northen end of Windsor Greatwood, which would save him the time of checking if he were to solely reply on another’s efforts. Other times, he would overhear pointless information, such as the latest fashion trends taking hold of Londinium as people brought more and more of the things they loved into existence in this world, which unfortunately included fashion trends, not that the Swashbuckler had kept many casual outfits in stock. The leather armor he wore, while slightly outdated on his thin frame, worked perfectly fine as clothes, and there was no need to go and find himself a modern outfit just to feel depressed over all the amenities he used to have, such as a computer to surf the web.
Today, though, the knowledge he seemed to be obtaining appears to be that of the former. Wherever he went, all he heard was talk of an event about to start, with a Sage hailing from the People of the Land going to speak at a garden square which was conveniently located fairly close to his current location in about fifteen minutes, of which it would only take five to reach there.
Neat, my luck must really be holding up today. Wonder if it’ll be worth investigating.
Given the perpetual hype about it, it was likely to be worth looking into, though then again, he knew how the crowds would always exaggerate. Nevertheless, it would be good to know of where some of the Adventurers in town were headed, so he could avoid the place if he did not want to stick his head into this.
Arriving at his destination, he quickly observed his surroundings. The garden square the event was being held at has definitely seen better days, but restoration works made by contributions from many Adventurer guilds have returned some of its former glory to the place. There were already a bunch of Adventurers gathered, huddled together in groups while the Swashbuckler arrived alone and will probably listen alone. He should really try to get active and get more friends, at the very least some form of communication might make him feel less lonely. He lingered around the garden square, finding a decent spot to lean his weight on the a nearby wall while still having a view of the garden square and within earshot of most of the places where the Lander Sage would be speaking, which was not too hard to figure out given that the figure in question was already standing at one end of the plaza. From this distance, it was hard to make out whether the Sage was male or female, no thanks to the massive dark blue cloak the color of the night sky with various white points at random intervals to signify the stars. If the Sage was female, he could not see a chest bulge indicating breasts, which meant either male, or flat chest. A hood hid the face of the Sage, which had a crescent moon emblazoned on the back. The Sage simply stood there, a Person of the Land surrounded by Adventurers, saying nothing, answering no questions directed at him by the Adventurers, simply waiting for the appointed time.
After close examination of the Sage, the Swashbuckler gave up trying to identify the person. He had little to no interaction with Lander Sages, much less know of one particular one. Perhaps the person would share his or her information in a little while, what with seven minutes to go.
Speaking of which, all this silence had angered some Adventurers, who were now hell-bent on ‘testing the validity of the Sage’s claims’. For a brief moment, he remembered a mathematics topic covered in school, known as ‘Hypothesis testing’, where one would have to test something at a particular level of significance to determine whether the null hypothesis, the initial claim, was rejected or not rejected. As it was something that would distract him for a moment, he entertained himself with memories of the topic, remembering that the level of significance was related to the probability of falsing rejecting the null hypothesis when it was actually true. He remembered that population variance was really important, and that when it was unknown, he had no choice but to use something called a ‘Z-test’, which also applies if the population variance was known and the population size was large. On the contrary, if population variance was unknown and population size was small, he would use something called a ‘t-test’. It was also important to note that when using the two-tailed test, the p-value had to multiplied by two. What was this p-value? Well, it was kind of the minimum value where you had to reject the null hypothesis. If the p-value was greater than the level of significance, null hypothesis is not rejected as there is insufficient evidence to conclude so. On the other hand, if p-value was smaller than level of significance, null hypothesis is rejected because the test statistic lay in the critical region, and all that fluffy stuff. He supposed the p-value could be considered the mark a student got, and the level of significance the passing mark, now that he thought about it. Why had he not figured it out earlier? Might have helped him remember the darned thing, what with him having a memory that would put a goldfish to shame.
While all this talk about hypothesis testing would be a fine lead-in to normal distribution and hence, the proving of normal distributions by the standard deviations from the mean, and then move on to the rest of the distributions, if he kept going off-track he would miss the speech the Lander Sage was about to give. Maybe the voice would tell him the gender of the Lander. Or maybe the Lander was going to take off the damned hood.
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Word count: 1063
Total word count (Swashbuckler): 1063 x 1.1 = 1169.3
Notes: Post 1 of 2 for Part I of the Celestial Arms Questline
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“Hey, did you hear? It seems there’s a new event coming up real soon.”
“Does it involve scoring pretty girls?”
“Probably not, but who knows, maybe you’ll score with some other girl after a million tries.”
It was, for all intents and purposes, and ordinary day for an Adventurer in Londinium, with smalltalk going through the ears of the Swashbuckler as he made his way down the streets of Londinium. Sometimes he overheard something useful, such as learning that there were no dungeons to be found in the depths of northen end of Windsor Greatwood, which would save him the time of checking if he were to solely reply on another’s efforts. Other times, he would overhear pointless information, such as the latest fashion trends taking hold of Londinium as people brought more and more of the things they loved into existence in this world, which unfortunately included fashion trends, not that the Swashbuckler had kept many casual outfits in stock. The leather armor he wore, while slightly outdated on his thin frame, worked perfectly fine as clothes, and there was no need to go and find himself a modern outfit just to feel depressed over all the amenities he used to have, such as a computer to surf the web.
Today, though, the knowledge he seemed to be obtaining appears to be that of the former. Wherever he went, all he heard was talk of an event about to start, with a Sage hailing from the People of the Land going to speak at a garden square which was conveniently located fairly close to his current location in about fifteen minutes, of which it would only take five to reach there.
Neat, my luck must really be holding up today. Wonder if it’ll be worth investigating.
Given the perpetual hype about it, it was likely to be worth looking into, though then again, he knew how the crowds would always exaggerate. Nevertheless, it would be good to know of where some of the Adventurers in town were headed, so he could avoid the place if he did not want to stick his head into this.
Arriving at his destination, he quickly observed his surroundings. The garden square the event was being held at has definitely seen better days, but restoration works made by contributions from many Adventurer guilds have returned some of its former glory to the place. There were already a bunch of Adventurers gathered, huddled together in groups while the Swashbuckler arrived alone and will probably listen alone. He should really try to get active and get more friends, at the very least some form of communication might make him feel less lonely. He lingered around the garden square, finding a decent spot to lean his weight on the a nearby wall while still having a view of the garden square and within earshot of most of the places where the Lander Sage would be speaking, which was not too hard to figure out given that the figure in question was already standing at one end of the plaza. From this distance, it was hard to make out whether the Sage was male or female, no thanks to the massive dark blue cloak the color of the night sky with various white points at random intervals to signify the stars. If the Sage was female, he could not see a chest bulge indicating breasts, which meant either male, or flat chest. A hood hid the face of the Sage, which had a crescent moon emblazoned on the back. The Sage simply stood there, a Person of the Land surrounded by Adventurers, saying nothing, answering no questions directed at him by the Adventurers, simply waiting for the appointed time.
After close examination of the Sage, the Swashbuckler gave up trying to identify the person. He had little to no interaction with Lander Sages, much less know of one particular one. Perhaps the person would share his or her information in a little while, what with seven minutes to go.
Speaking of which, all this silence had angered some Adventurers, who were now hell-bent on ‘testing the validity of the Sage’s claims’. For a brief moment, he remembered a mathematics topic covered in school, known as ‘Hypothesis testing’, where one would have to test something at a particular level of significance to determine whether the null hypothesis, the initial claim, was rejected or not rejected. As it was something that would distract him for a moment, he entertained himself with memories of the topic, remembering that the level of significance was related to the probability of falsing rejecting the null hypothesis when it was actually true. He remembered that population variance was really important, and that when it was unknown, he had no choice but to use something called a ‘Z-test’, which also applies if the population variance was known and the population size was large. On the contrary, if population variance was unknown and population size was small, he would use something called a ‘t-test’. It was also important to note that when using the two-tailed test, the p-value had to multiplied by two. What was this p-value? Well, it was kind of the minimum value where you had to reject the null hypothesis. If the p-value was greater than the level of significance, null hypothesis is not rejected as there is insufficient evidence to conclude so. On the other hand, if p-value was smaller than level of significance, null hypothesis is rejected because the test statistic lay in the critical region, and all that fluffy stuff. He supposed the p-value could be considered the mark a student got, and the level of significance the passing mark, now that he thought about it. Why had he not figured it out earlier? Might have helped him remember the darned thing, what with him having a memory that would put a goldfish to shame.
While all this talk about hypothesis testing would be a fine lead-in to normal distribution and hence, the proving of normal distributions by the standard deviations from the mean, and then move on to the rest of the distributions, if he kept going off-track he would miss the speech the Lander Sage was about to give. Maybe the voice would tell him the gender of the Lander. Or maybe the Lander was going to take off the damned hood.
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Word count: 1063
Total word count (Swashbuckler): 1063 x 1.1 = 1169.3
Notes: Post 1 of 2 for Part I of the Celestial Arms Questline
