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Noctis scratched the back of his head, unsure really of how to proceed. He had honestly just happened to be in the right area at the right time, and didn't feel like he deserved any praise. Well, what he took for praise anyhow. It was hard to tell with the girl he had just met. While he wasn't necessarily an introvert, reading people had never really been a strong suit of his, and that didn't seem to change much. Hearing the new girl's stomach rumble made him chuckle a little on his own as well. He had spent most of his day trying to understand the mechanics of how skills and things worked, that he had quite honestly forgotten to eat. Realizing his own hunger he patted out his pockets to find not even a small starter amount of gold. Some game this was.

"Seems I'm fresh outta dosh," he said, trying to at least make a joke out of a bad situation. "Spare me some change and I can make it up to you on a kill quest." He seemed pretty open to the idea of food, and would probably follow anyone who led on towards a restaurant.

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    Noctis was exhausted. Currently he was being carried by his six skeleton summons as he looked at his map. The man scoured, the overlay shining bright in his face, contrasting with the pinpointed blackness of the night sky, and the faint candlelight. Where would be a good place to set down for the night... wondered the necromancer. He wasn't familiar in the slightest with Londonium, and currently sat trying to make heads-or-tails of his current location and what any of "the queen's english" that he was looking at even meant. I'm used to a much different layout of this stuff. I guess I underestimated how different London could be... 

"You doin' all righ' up there boss?" One of the skeleton's cackled. "Yeah, yeah, I'm doing fine..." replied the mage. He still hadn't gotten used to his summons. They were great and all, but they could be a little....boneheaded, pun intended. "You guys know which way we are going...right?" "Oh yeah!" piped up one of the ones in the front. "There's a cozy mosoleum just up ahead in the cursed graveyard!" 

"You numbskull!" The one behind it roared, smacking the skeleton in front of him's skull so hard that it made multiple rotations before resting forward again. "The boss doesn't want to sleep in a mausoleum! A crypt would be much more up his alley!" The skeleton's ramblings quickly turned into a heated argument between all of them as to the advantages and disadvantages of various ways in which would be the comfiest to spend one's eternal rest, and Noctis, not being one for late night squabbles, quickly began to get a headache. "Enough!" He shouted, drawing attention to him from the numerous adventurers passing by, realizing the person being carried was, in fact, not dead. "Just...Just take me towards that abandoned building up there! There ought to be a free corner somewhere in it." The skeletons quickly quit their bickering before saluting their master. The head of them giving a quick salute and a "you've got it boss" before rushing off to the ruin with their necromancer hoisted above their heads. 

As they neared the entrance, the skeletons skidded and clattered to a stop. "Well boss, we're here-" Suddenly, a red-haired girl came barreling out of the doorway, screaming for help. With no time to react, only a thought of nonononONONONO ripped through his head as the girl, blinded in her rush, barreled through his skeletons, causing them to loose their grip on him and causing him to come crashing down on top of her in a mess of bones. As he sat up, he rubbed his head and saw a few men starting to come out, before seeing him and his small squad of bone-bros before the smile fell from their face. The skeletons reforming around him got up, looked at the newcomers in the doorway, and then looking at their master for orders. Noctis looked at them with a sort of Are you waiting for something? kind of look before telling them, "Well? Go get rid of them." The skeletons clattered and turned towards the men in the doorway before pulling up random bones and pieces of their fallen comrades and proceeding to chase in and after the men, scaring them off Benny Hill style while Noc was left behind, simply giving off a sigh before turning to the girl.

With a worn out, tired, but well meaning gesture, he greeted her with a simple, "You all right?"

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Character Name: Noctis Corvo Tristan Lannister
CBox Name: Noctis Corvo
Link to Profile: Noctis: log-horizon.proboards.com/user/5184 Tristan: log-horizon.proboards.com/user/6357
Discord Chat Name/Nickname: PreKrime#2068 / Prekrime

One suggestion that was proposed in the C-Box was the possibility of opting-out of the wipe instead for being level-locked from participating in plotline related quests. Personally I would be comfortable with tgis suggestion as,while i would technically not exist until the plotline caught up to where my level was, I could at least find a way to explain it in character (already thought of a fairly reasonable way to explain it). If we were given tgis option as players, I and many other I would assume would at least be grateful that our characters and the development that took place in their creation is not sullied but allowed to continue thriving in another form

To sense the fear in the cleric's face was something the heretic had become all too familiar with. It meant in no way had he gotten used to it, quite the contrary in fact. The initial aversion most people felt to his body's looks, as well as the creeping feeling he could tell they sensed from the latent miasma always seemed to strike some sort of a chord with him. He was at heart a people person after all, and to see people so quickly turned away by something he no longer had control over always saddened him a bit. But he had gotten better at hiding it. As the cleric seemed to regain composure he introduced himself as Ciriodhul, a cleric as well as a housekeeper. It was always interesting to Kane to see someone pick that subclass, as it never really struck him as useful, but that was of course a personal choice from one whose primary gift always seemed to lie in puzzles.

Returning the gesture, he bowed back, carrying the strange regalia of a wise man or butler, his dark pinstripe suit accentuating his movements. "It's a pleasure Cirio. You can call me Noctis, as most else do. I am the resident Heretic and Sage within Noihara. I do apologize for any strange crawling or otherwise eerie feelings you had when I first entered, they tend to be a byproduct of the Miasma my class makes use of." Standing back upright, he looked over at his leader as he explained the situation. It appeared that the priest wanted to join their little marry band of misfits, and, as per the usual, Dumah extended to the newest member a flaming hand. It was a trust exercise first and foremost, as Kane had learned firsthand, recalling the trepidation he had held himself. In the back of his mind he could feel Noctis stirring. I always thought that this was an interesting little ritual, said the spirit of the being in the back of his mind. 

As the cleric grasped Dumah's hand, he began to slowly take a little damage and, after having his fun sitting idly for a while and, as Dumah released the cleric's hand, He chuckled a bit. "Allow me to help a bit." As the cleric and his leader would continue to carry on their conversation, Kane began a small little healing ritual with his skills. He first cast Tainted Charity in order to heal the Cleric, then focused Exocytosis in order to take the trace corruption the spell left upon the target, and moved it into himself. He then focused and repeated the process as Tainted Charity required to be cast like such in order for the healing to stick, and once again took the trace amounts of miasma into his own body through Exocytosis. 

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notes: Noc: 4 cp - stage 0 corruption

The monk was fast, the heretic would give him that. Normally the pain would be a little too great for any normal man to come straight at him again so quickly. He was lucky though. What the heretic lacked in physical damage he made up for in ingenuity, as the miasma appendage forked its way around. He saw the straight coming and quickly abandoned his charge on the shackles, instead cutting quickly into a Parry and a strike at the throat with the black appendage. That being said the monk quickly adapted, throwing punches at a much faster speed. In his twisted mind he was ready to go at it again and take this monk straight on, but something suddenly interrupted, started pulling on his right arm and seemed to throw off the monk. With a hint of confusion in the back of his mind, the heretic turned to look and saw the form of a girl clutching his arm amd calling them purty. For now, his mind had, quite honestly fully switched off from the fight. This new, interesting, unafraid face had seized his attention for now, and it seemed to be pulling him slowly farther from the monk. "Hello there," the words seemed to fall out between his teeth with a dark but strangely hypnotic quality. "And what dark star did you happen to fall from, my angel?"

The girl began whispering in his ear about calling off the fight, and to be frank, he was fully ready to. In the back of his mind he knew that if this kept up much longer, his fun would most likely be cut short, and he wanted none of that. However just as his mouth opened to agree he heard the rather insipid monk open his mouth, still fuled by his insatiable sense of wrath and pride. The heretic knew what was coming and mafe a move to move the smaller girl out of the way. Something within him, something the miasma could not overthrow welled up inside him. He began charging up miasma bullet in an open hand. He knew it wouldnt be at full charge, but it would be enough to cause some damage. "Now, now, not in front of the lady!" As the monk came down, the heretic sidestepped with spellwalking, and, having been able to tell where the monk would land thanks to his rather obvious telegraphing, the heretic managed to place the bullet right into the lower softspot of the monks back, right on his kidney.

"I am done playing with my food monk. Leave. I have no further quarrel with you."

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Notes: miasma bullet at 2 sec cast time + 1 sec = 125% damage + 25% from corruption mutations + 5% from his party skill + 5% from race of ritual = 160% damage

If the Heretic had any sense left about him, it had apparently left. his muscle memory and technique he had managed to all but disappear within the depths of his now twisted mind. In short, he never saw the trip coming. It was lucky for him though that the Miasma Appendage existed as it did, snaking its way through the stitching holding together his almost undead form. it shot out from the small of his back almost like a tail, supporting him, and launching him back up into the air a bit from the trip. A strange cackle coming from within his lips, the dark mist of the miasma pouring out heavily from between crooked teeth. "Muda, muda, muda, muda!" He thought that for a moment he had gone back to holding the upper hand. What he didn't count on however was the Monk's speed. The heretics eyes grew wide, his grin only growing wider as the monk dashed forward grabbing his legs. He knew full well, even through the dark haze that he has just boarded a one way train to Suplex City, and he wanted out. As the monk lifted the heretic, he quickly used the miasma appendage to quickly snake around and strike at the back of the monk's neck, right where it met the cranium. Assuming it worked, regardless of damage, it should at least hurt being a pressure point within the human body, and should allow the heretic some time at least to get a few feet away from the monk. Either way, he knew he'd at least be smashed face-first into the ground at least once, but if he did manage to escape, he would quickly take advantage of the fact that Shackles of the Sentenced had just run off its cooldown so that he could use it again.

Noctis Corvo:
HP: 70%
MP: 97%

The heretic was totally prepared to just blast the everlasting everything out of the mural before their team lead finally managed to translate it. In fact, he was already mid charge on a fully charged miasma bullet, the dark mass producing a strange echoing sound as it slowly grew in size and absorbed ambient mana from the environment. as dumah gave a cry of relief and began translating in mythic script over the runes, he canceled the skill, the bolt dispersing back into the environment. What caught him off guard however was that everyone was turning to him now to answer it. He was quite honestly confused by the riddle. It made very little sense to him at first glance. in a strange sense of contemplation he sat down in front of the wall, his finger tracing the air as he read through the whole poem a few more times on his own, before toggling his own mythic script ability and writing in the air around him in some sort of ritual to better understand the puzzle that lay before him.

"Let us see here...in times of despair...everlasting presence...calm and fear...shutting of eyes but can't escape...whole being broken by an attempt so light..." he sat head sat resting cheek upon his left fist, his right hand outstretched writing in the air and seeming to draw arrows as he drove his train of thought out loud. "well everlasting presence would mean an idea or concept of somesuch, something intangible, but whole being broken by a light attempt...light could mean many things but generally means in this sort of a case, a rather simple method. So something everlasting, broken by a simple method...but the everlasting concept seems to be linked by calm and fear...it could mean that it causes both but it could also mean one or the other. 'In times of despair' sounds important though so I shouldn't discount that yet...I doubt that it is hope because it seems to be something conotated with calm and fear and people rarely fear hope. However, while Despair might be a good option, I doubt the answer to the riddle would be used in the riddle itself, as such would simply be poor forethought and construction. Death is another concept that comes to mind, but it is only overcome in this world thanks to our respawn mechanic, so I doubt that would be the answer as this seems to be directed towards mortal men, and at this point we are far from it. In times of despair....My best guess at this point would be something along the lines of Shadows, Darkness or the Night at this point, mainly because the dark is something generally associated with despair, it is an everlasting presence as it stands opposite of the eternal concept of light, many children and people fear it, but some also come to see it as a source of calm (myself included), shutting your eyes can't escape it, and its broken by a very light attempt i both the meanings of easily creating light, as well as the idea of light itself. If none of those work, my next highest guess would be Silence, as quiet comes in despair as one gives up, it is eternal, cant be escaped by shutting your eyes, can calm some but scare others, and can be solved simply by making noise. Both also seem to fit thematically with the dungeon as this is essentially a giant underground crypt and aside from the slimes we have seen plenty of both Silence and Darkness.