Lorde's Windsor Adventures - Chapter 1 [open|3]

[Valiar Lorde]

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]HP: 76%

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]MP: 98%

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Word Count

[attr="class","lordeWBCT"]549

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[attr="class","lordeCT"]"Aye, that is indeed a boar," young Valiar Lorde whispers to himself quietly. It was a boar he saw using his pathfinder ability, {Battle Perception}. Lorde sat behind some shrubbery looking for unsuspecting prey. He knew he shouldn't be overestimating himself just because he gained a couple of levels. Oh a bunny rabbit. It's a higher level than me.

Lorde whispered to himself, "Slightly disheartening." Lorde suspected he could take on a level 5 Frenmic Rabbit, but that level 7 Pittered Boar might pose more of a challenge. He sat down, his back facing the clearing where the boar an rabbit grazed. He looked down at his katana and dagger on his waist, put into an awkward position by the ground. These are pathetic, he thought to himself. It probably seems like that to me because I used level 90 weapons with on the Japanese server.

He looked up into the many rows of trees and within, he saw a status bar appear just then. It took one second to realize it was heading towards him, then another to realize it was a level 8 Nepent Snatcher. "Shit!" Yelled Lorde as he scrambled to stand. He remembered that he should simply stand still. He did so and the snatcher noticeably slowed down. Unlucky for Lorde, the Pittered Boar was curious about who had cursed in her territory, as she probably did not allow such a thing within her immediate area.

Valiar took notice that the boar made a sound with her hooves, as if scratching the ground. He saw that the Nepent Snatcher noticed the Boar's vibrations in the ground and sped up. One thing went through Valiar's mind, evade them both. Above him was a tree branch. Quickly he dashed to his right and leaped into the air towards a tree in front of him. He pushed against the tree and reached out for the branch.

But then he realized something dreadful, my body in the real world is stronger.

Valiar Lorde came up short on his jump and barely grazed the branch. He ended up tripping over the boar. He rolled into the clearing and the Frenmic Rabbit fled the scene. Lorde desperately rushed to his feet and faced the charging Pittered Boar.

Valiar Lorde jumped to the side, but the boar's tusk clipped his shin and he fell again. He opened his eyes and a familiar status bar appeared in front of him. He rolled to his left to avoid the Nepent Snatcher attack before jumping to his feet and backing into the sunlight. As he suspected, it was a game of stay in the light with this boar. He didn't know if monsters attacked each other with this new update, but he knew he would be if he stepped out of the light. He didn't have the HP remaining to take any chances.

A quick peek at his own HUD proved to him that he had just little over two thirds of his HP remaining. "seventy-three percent? seventy-five percent?" he estimated under his breath as he unsheathed his sword in order to put up a real fight. He still had a little damage left over from an off-screen battle, and his Samurai skill was still on cooldown.

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[attr="class","lordeNote"]OOC Notes: None.

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[ichor]

The small sorcerer had been sneaking, hoping that he could train his tracker subclass if he crept about long enough. It had not been long before he was bored sticking near the first level territories and his eagerness to explore had left him lost in the forest. He had forgotten that there was no minimap to reference in the wilderness. Ichor was attempting to find his way back by working towards successively lower level areas... although that did not seem to be working and most areas had a mix of relatively extensive level variations. A shouted curse rang out in the air. Ichor Duskwaltz rushed towards the sound, not letting himself think about how dangerous what was ahead could be.

The samurai was tumbling over a boar as Ichor reached the clearing. Struggling not to curse and draw attention to himself, Ichor attempted to make himself as small as possible in the crook of a tree. He fumbled for his starter grimoire, terrified at the prospect of his first battle being so heavily weighted against him. Boar level, 5. Samurai level, only 3? Hand clenched on the dagger at his belt, the sorcerer reassured himself that two adventurers could easily take out the board. He cast his eyes around the clearing for anything he could use with his spell just as the Snatcher rushed the samurai.

Oh -

The eight symbol that rushed across his screen petrified the wide-eyed sorcerer. He looked to the samurai, armor gleaning in the light, and hoped silently that he was about to make the right decision. No Damage Dealt, he chanted to himself. His eyes locked on a small boulder.

Psychic Conductor.

The whispered words held power and Ichor felt his an unearthly air ripple around him and for the first time felt the ping of his mana channeling into a spell, latching onto the boulder. Almost as if he held it in his hand he could feel the weight of it. At least a hundred pounds of rock lifted from the ground. The large-plant like creature seemed disoriented briefly. The sorcerer kept his focus on the boulder. As the samurai drew his blade, eyes centered on the boar, Ichor brought the boulder crashing down upon the beast with all the force he could muster.

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[Valiar Lorde]

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]HP: 76%

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]MP: 98%

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Word Count

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[attr="class","lordeCT"]Just as if before one of his bouts in his community ring back home, every thought Lorde could think of rush through his mind at once. Then, just as quickly, they were gone. He drew his sword, impatient to test out his newly developed fighting style. It sort of bent the rules of the game, but, then again, so did his very presence here. He hadn't tested it out previously. In fact, he had only though of it between his previous battle and now, but he hoped it worked.

He held his katana in front of him and pointed the tip to the boar, a slight slack in his arm. The samurai's stance widened, and his knees bent. His back formed a natural slouch he gets whenever he fights. Finally he left hand began to hover between his chin and his dagger hanging on his left hip, so he could make a short and quick movement to protect his chin, or grab his secondary weapon.

By no means has the boy mastered his technique yet, but he'd clearly thought it through quite a bit.

Valiar Lorde planned a sword path on swine as he leaned forward to make his first move, but just as his foot rose from the ground, a boulder hit the ground. Hard. If Lorde hadn't stomped his foot back down, he probably would have fallen onto his butt from the startle that had given him.

Instinctively, his eyes darted to the Nepent Snatcher, which was nowhere to be seen. Lorde straightened his posture as he scanned the treeline. He saw two status bars, the Snatcher's and the Sorcerer's. The Sorcerer seemed to be safe from the snatcher, as he hadn't been loud, but the Snatcher seemed to have been investigating a small indent in the ground before it turned back to the clearing.

Without moving his feet, Lorde lowered his stance. He suspected he could fight anything level eight with proper planning and tactics, but lacked the HP or healing items to act so confident, especially if that specific level eight would aggro to anything that so much as took a step.

Valiar Lorde held up his hand to the Ichor the Adventurer as if to signal, "Be quiet. Don't move. Let it pass."

The samurai clenched his sword, not wanting to take any chances.

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[attr="class","lordeNote"]OOC Notes: None.

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[ichor]

The samurai, Valiar Lorde, raised his hand in a simple gesture that Ichor understood as 'stop' and responded immediately by freezing against the trunk of the tree. The Nepent Snatcher seemed confused, which in turn confused the white-haired sorcerer. Knowing nothing of the beasts in this new world he had expected standard aggro-targeting from the creatures but the plant-beast was clearly past that. Could that mean creatures here possessed at least some rudimentary intelligence?

The thought was interrupted by a mental curse as Ichor remembered there was still a boar to deal with. He spied its body, unmoving. Had he killed it that easily? Surely not, but perhaps it was stunned. A lucky hit then, but stuns rarely lasted long in games and the Nepent Snatcher had yet to decide whether there was anything edible in the small pit the boulder had left behind.

Eyes shifting focus to the status bars which appeared in Ichor's sight, he noted that keeping the boulder aloft required no additional mana. However, mana or no mana, he could feel the weight of it and knew that holding on to the connection for too long could be a losing battle. He looked to Valiar Lorde, hoping for some miraculous direction but the Samurai was intently centered on the over sized plant. The sorcerer could not tell if the tall samurai was even sparing a thought on him or even the boar on the ground.

Sweat beaded under Ichor's white hair as the tension from holding his spell grew. Left alone to come to a decision his mind was working frantically to figure out what he could do. The Nepent Snatcher either was not interested in the adventurers or it could not sense them for some reason. The first option seemed unlikely given that it had just attacked Valiar Lorde. But Ichor knew that much anything beyond that would mostly be a guessing game. The boar was still stunned but there was no telling if that would last long enough for the Snatcher to leave. Meanwhile, his hold on the boulder would doubtfully last much longer.

If the young sorcerer was not terrified he might have laughed. As it was he offered a silent prayer to whatever gods might exist in this new world for the second time in a single day. Despite himself, he smiled as he finally caught the eye of the samurai. Shrugging apologetically he gathered what energy he had left and focused on the boulder, hovering just over the wild boar. It shifted silently in the air, almost as if it were responding to his thoughts and making its own preparations. Ichor imagined the boulder as being on a huge machine, much like a bolt might sit in a crossbow. Briefly, he let himself wonder if perhaps he should not take tactical cues from a fantasy movie, before hurling the boulder as powerfully past the Nepent Snatcher as he could hoping the movement would draw it away.


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[Valiar Lorde]

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]HP: 76%

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]MP: 89%

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Word Count

[attr="class","lordeWBCT"]397

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[attr="class","lordeEBCT"]Starter Platemail

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[attr="class","lordeCT"]Lorde momentarily forgot about the swine, but the rustle of it struggling under the weight of the boulder forced him to remember. It forced the Snatcher to aggro onto the boar.

Well, shit, he thought, realizing that he still had the Pittered Boar's aggro too. He raised his blade slightly, ready to use it against anything that dare move too close. He didn't want to go back to Londenium yet. He wanted to gain a couple more levels. If anything, he'd have the help of the sorcerer, Ichor... Maybe.

To him, the sorcerer looked a bit timid. Maybe it was because of the snatcher. Nobody would want to fight a battle with the odds in favor of the opposition. At least, one wouldn't most of the time.

Then he saw Ichor and met his eye. Ichor gave him a shrug and seemed to focus. Just then, the boulder lifted from the boar. Swiftly, Lorde's katana was pointed towards the monster once more. He then watched the boulder flew past the Nepent Snatcher, who quickly chased after the noise it heard. Finally, the snatcher was out of his view, even with {Battle Perception} toggled on.

"Right," he said firmly, knowing he was once again able to speak and move. {Denkosekka}, he thought, willing his body to emit an electrifying aura and move faster. He'd only recently learned how to use skills without the menu, and he loved the convenience.

The boar seemed to know what was coming, but all it could do was take the hit. By no means was Lorde lightning fast, but he was fast enough to hit the boar first. He stepped in with his left foot and swung his sword upward in a crescent moon shape. As his arm went behind him, he noticed another opening, so he took it. He stopped his arm mid-swing and whipped his right side forward, his arm with it, and thrust his sword into the Pittered boar.

After he had set the pace for this fight, he hopped back several feet to get feeling on how the boar's defense was. Between Ichor's boulder and his own two attacks, the boar had roughly sixty percent of it's health remaining, enough to keep putting up a good fight.

Lorde glanced to Ichor to see if he was going to join in the fun.

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[attr="class","lordeNote"]OOC Notes: None.

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[ichor]

Ichor could not avoid letting out a giggle. He could hardly believe his gambit had worked! Motion at the edge of his vision reminded him that there was still another threat nearby. Valiar Lorde was moving startlingly fast and the samurai seemed to be surrounded by a light aura Ichor could not identify. The sorcerer thumbed his dagger but quickly dismissed the idea of joining melee combat. He would likely get in the way up close in combat and be more of a detriment than a boon. Sighing quietly he raised his grimoire to fire upon the boar from afar.

The attack might have been more successful if the sorcerer knew how to fire a magical bolt from a book. He would definitely look into speaking with the other sorcerer in his guild when he returned to London, or Londenium as the People of the Land called it. Floundering for a moment, he opened the book and tried to imagine a ball of magic forming over the pages. After a moment Ichor tried to invoke the attack by spouting whatever magical-sounding words that came to mind. He was almost relieved when none worked. The idea of shouting 'Alakazam!'whenever he wanted to use a basic attack was embarassing.

Perhaps something was missing. In a game it was fine to suppose that a character could use a magical attack but based on descriptions only a magic wielding class could access the magical attack. There must be something that a magic wielding adventurer could do to activate the attack. A spell? Hopefully not. Ichor's only spell was on cooldown. As quickly as possible he thumbed through the few pages held in the shallow starter grimoire hoping for a clue. Most pages seemed to be dedicated to strange diagrams and symbols that seemed impossible to understand but the last page was almost empty. The only contents seemed to be a single word, although what language it was remained a mystery.

Meanwhile the samurai seemed to be on good standing but he was no longer moving as swiftly as his opening attack. Ichor worried that the battle might still turn against him. Focusing desperately on the final word in the book he tried to will the word into english and was truly disappointed when it did nothing. Taking a breath he tried to remember the sensation of channeling his mana into the boulder when he used Psychic Conductor. The unearthly breeze, the tax of his mana draining, and the strange connection with the boulder that almost...

Clicked.


Ichor could feel the odd connection latch onto the book in his hands; it was much lighter than the spell holding the boulder had been. He had no idea how but he had a feeling of what to do. He stood and aimed his palm towards the boar, trying to mouth a word he had never spoken before.

Sternschnuppe!

The young sorcerer had no idea what the word meant but a bolt of light shot forward dissolving before it reached the boar. Curious as to what had gone wrong he checked the weapon description even as the energy of another bolt began to form in his hand.

2 meters. Of course it couldn't be a genuine long-range attack. He muttered to himself.

Ichor took his first confident step away from the tree, advancing on the boar just as it charged the samurai. Fingers shrouded with magical energy, he could not help but laugh. Perhaps this world would be more fun than expected, he thought as he flung a new energy bolt and landed his first basic attack.

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[Valiar Lorde]

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Word Count

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Armor

[attr="class","lordeEBCT"]Starter Platemail

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[attr="class","lordeEBCT"]Starter Dagger

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[attr="class","lordeCT"]Lorde snorted, holding back a bit a laughter. The fellow adventurer said an odd word and it sounded funny, so Lorde couldn't help himself. The word, though funny, still seemed to do the trick.



The boar, unable to stop the inertia it had already gained, veered off course and ended up hitting the ground beside Valiar Lorde.



The samurai nodded to the sorcerer and thrust his sword into the Pittered Boar's neck. Since HP is a thing in Elder Tale, the swine lived on.



But not for much longer. He remembered a saying often told to newbies on the Japanese server. Without thinking, he muttered it under his breath. "Always hunt in a party."



Maybe he should heed that old warning from now on.



This time, louder so that Ichor could hear, Lorde stated, "This should be much easier now." The boar stirred so Lorde stepped back. Still furious at the young human, the boar focused on him. Lorde clenched his left fist and brought it back, ready to strike if he had to.



His plan was to let the pig charge and counter it however he could if Ichor missed or couldn't summon another bolt of light. Not really a plan, I know, but the boar was on the verge of attack, so he didn't really have time to think of anything better. His eye quickly darted to his skills and back to the boar. Damn samurai cooldowns, thought Lorde. As his eyes laid back upon the boar, the beast had launched itself towards him.

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[attr="class","lordeNote"]OOC Notes: Sorry that took so long. I don't have an excuse. Just couldn't get the motivation to post.

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[ichor]

Ichor threw another energy ball at the boar, ticking off more of its health points. Feeling a snarl twist his face, he wondered how the beast could breathe. It was unsettling to be reminded of exactly how unnatural things could be in this world. Blood dripped from the animal's neck and the creature wheezed shrilly at the blow. Ignoring the magical damage the beast charged at the primary threat. Ichor almost felt insulted, sorcerer's were meant to be among the highest damage dealers and here he was lamely tossing a few weak attacks only when his target was at a safe distance from his ally. At least it was almost dead. Unnatural survival or not, the samurai had dealt significant damage by stabbing the swine's neck.

Dark eyes scanning the clearing, the short man looked for another object suitable for his psychic conductor spell. Trusting the samurai's ability to defend himself, Ichor heard another squeal from the overgrown pig as Valiar Lorde presumably countered the boar's only tactic. Meanwhile, the sorcerer spotted a nearby log he hoped would be useful.

"Psychic Conductor!" He called out attempting to create a connection with the log as he had with the boulder.

Something was wrong and Ichor knew it the moment the words left his mouth. A force struck him in the gut, knocking the breath out of him as the spell failed. He watched the blue bar of his mana pool recede even as darkness spotted his vision. He collapsed to the ground, coughing as his body attempted to grasp for breath. Desperate to understand he painfully summoned his command menu with a few weak swipes of his gloved hands.

'Target Invalid'

The sorcerer cursed mentally, unwilling to give the energy of saying it aloud. Sweat damped his white hair which fell unceremoniously into his eyes. Ichor had never expected to have the problem of hair impeding first-person vision when creating his avatar. This time he managed enough breath to curse aloud. He stood shakily and wiped his hair back from his face. There was still a problem to deal with.



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Sorry about the delay on my end too. I can claim midterms were getting in my way but nevertheless. Apologies.

[Valiar Lorde]

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[attr="class","lorde1B"]

[attr="class","lordeBF"]HP: 76%

[attr="class","lordeBB"]

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[attr="class","lordeBF"]MP: 89%

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Word Count

[attr="class","lordeWBCT"]267

[attr="class","lordeEB"]

[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Armor

[attr="class","lordeEBCT"]Starter Platemail

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[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Left Hand

[attr="class","lordeEBCT"]Starter Dagger

[attr="class","lordeEB"]

[attr="class","lordeWBT"]Right Hand

[attr="class","lordeEBCT"]Starter Katana

[attr="class","lordeCR"]

[attr="class","lordeTTL"]

[attr="class","lordeCT"]Ready, was Valiar Lorde, when the monster charged him like a mad, well, like a mad boar. Lorde played this scenario a few times in his mind before the boar had gotten close. He clenched the fist in his left hand tightened his grip on the sword in his right.

Lorded timed his move well. When the boar was four feet away, he lowered his stance and readied his sword by sticking it out to his right. At two feet, he started to lift his body. At one foot, the boar was going too fast to counter.

Valiar Lorde lifted the boar by the tusks with his sword. His left hand immediately swung out and caught the monster twice in its right side. As he did, the boar squealed. Directly after, his stance shifted and he lowered his stance, and his sword, letting the boar fall back to the ground. Before the animal could even get halfway down, Lorde pushed upward with his legs while uppercutting the boar in throat, right where Lorde had burrowed his sword earlier.

The Pittered Boar landed on it's back with a loud thud. The status bar above the body indicated that it barely had any health remaining. The only reason it did was because the Samurai's lack of proficiency in unarmed combat.

Lorde sighed and plopped to the ground. "Glad that's over with. I wish we had a cage. Pork would be good, right?" he asked as he swiped his katana across the boar's belly, completely depleting it's HP, making the body burst into bubbles, as usual.

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[attr="class","lordeNote"]OOC Notes: None.

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[ichor]

Ichor made a cursory attempt to brush off the dirt from his clothes as the boar's body dispersed into harmless bubbles. Harmless and inedible the mage thought to himself thinking on how long he'd been on this foolish venture. There's probably a profession to gather meats from creatures. With the myriad professions available, Ichor was certain of that much even if he had not bothered to peruse all of them when he was still Jack. Setting aside his thoughts for a later time he approached the samurai Valiar Lorde and 'sheathed' his grimoire and hoped that the truth was indeed the best course at the moment.

"Hi there, I'm adventurer Ichor Duskwaltz," the sorcerer said, introducing himself. "I hope you don't mind me joining the fight. I admit I probably wasn't much help being a bit under level for this area and all. You can probably guess but much like Odysseaus in the Iliad I have no idea which way to travel to reach the capital. It's been a while since I last had to travel without a minimap or gps."


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