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	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: ---
WC: 275	Tags: Mab Johan Tobin Kumori	Skills: ---

Caerbannog’s cries slowly died down as the battlefield turned to a calmer scene. She sniffled every now and then, and stopped completely when she noticed that the druid had fallen on her bottom. Once the area was devoid of slimes, thanks to Kumori, Caer hopped over to the pretty blonde and patted her gently on the back.

“You did great!” the samurai said between sniffles, “Much better than I did... also, I think you’re cute!”

Now, that was a child-like part of the samurai. She threw out compliments at people that she liked, though at times they came out sounding wrong and caused misunderstandings. As for the dwarf, Caer took one look at him and then she looked the other way just as their guild leader finished his ritual. With a pout on her face, Kyuu looked up at Ryuu and then she used [Call of Home] instead of allowing him to take her hand. The destination was the Abbey anyway, so no one should have gotten lost.

The samurai just then realized what had happened out there in the field, and that it was her fault, all of it. As she faced the cold stone wall, the wolf-hair crossed her arms and thought long and hard about what she could say to the guardian. When the dwarf, the druid and the oniichan finally arrived, Caerbannog hopped over to Kumori and hid behind his back. She only took a peek when the door was opened, much like a child hiding from someone or something. In this case, the samurai was hiding from the guardian who had died in a very manly way because of her cowardice.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 421	Tags: Tobin - @dindeen - Kumori - Johan	Skills: none used

Kumori introduced himself to Mab. The identities of either the dwarf or the girl remained a mystery to Mab. The girl understood the urge to visit Johan in the cathedral and agreed on the spot. A question remained to the first level druid, but would have to be asked at a later time. The question that remained was,

“What is a guild?”

However this question would be asked at a later time, maybe even to a different person. The focus now would be to see if the guardian who so recklessly threw away his life was alright. It might have been heroic, but it was also very reckless.

Mab blushed lightly at the samurai’s remark. “Uuwaaah, She thinks I am pretty!” Mab softly muttered to herself while feeling very self aware. Had the fun sized girl not disappeared in front of her eyes Mab very likely would have jumped forward and hugged the tiny girl. So maybe it was a good thing that Caer disappeared as she did. Mab was trying to figure out how this call of home skill worked when she noticed the dwarf. He was still laying there not moving. Mab did not want to just leave him behind.

“Ehm…. Are you coming too?”

Mab gently asked the very tired looking monk. Mab was not sure that tired was the right word for it. It was just that she could not find a better word to describe him at this time.

“aand ehh… Sorry about me shouting at you before….”

Mab was not even sure if the dwarf had heard her. That was irrelevant, Mab was apologizing for her earlier rude behavior. Since the dwarf had been the victim of that, he deserved an apology, whether or not he remembered.

“So I will see you at the cathedral yeah?”

Mab asked Tobin while fiddling with the interface. she had a little trouble getting the skill to activate. She had never used it before and did not really know what to expect. Mab closed her eyes,

“Eeeh!”

She pressed the skill with a shout out, but when she opened her eyes nothing had happened. She was still standing in the same spot. Closing your eyes when activating a skill is silly. She had missed the call of home button all together, thus pressing the air in front of her.

“eeeh, eeeh!”

Mab said, finally pushing the correct button. She disappeared from the clearing. Once at her destination she went looking for Caer and would follow her to the cathedral.

[Tobin]

(OOC: HEALTH WARNING: There is some serious shounin crap. Symtoms include desires to avenge lost clans and burning villiages and the desire to produce internal monologs. XD In all seriousness, I found it nearly impossible to make this amusing so feel free to skip to the end. XD)

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Tobin had watched the proceedings through glazed eyes, as the remainder of the slimes dispersed the feeling of relief tingled throughout his fibre. They were all alive, that was good. The rest of the advents were with subdued interest, the exchange between the druid and Caer, Kormuri's causal guild introduction, a glance from the lass he had just helped ‘save’. It was all good, but still Tobin felt himself gripped by the quiet red rage, his throat tight and his head throbbed, furious they had let Johan die, furious at the lack of reward, furious at his lack of capability, furi...

-No, I am just being irrational. Good is it's on reward, I did good today. It's over, no need to salivate like a Justin Bieber Fan with front row tickets to his concert.-

That idea snapped him back into realilty and a deep sigh left his lips as the rest of his strength left his body. It had been years since he had been that cornered, he had almost forgotten quite how terrifying his untamed rage was, yet afterwards he would be emotionally drained, though now that he thought about it had never been a bad thing, for once thankful for his narrow mentality. As most of the figures went away he leant back and closed his eyes. Either way, he would arrive at the Abbie whenever he wanted. The dwarf still needed to ease the trembling in his chest.

-Surely they have gone, so I ca... Oh?-

Then the druid spoke to him and he swiftly forced the emotion as quickly as it arose, his eyes opened into causal half blue orbs. For the first question, he simply nodded ever so slightly, the second question he dignified with a reply with a weak wink. In all honesty the stout halfling couldn't remember what she had even wanted to apologise about, but surely what she seen must have scared her. At least that was his reasoning.

"No worry, I am too."

The third question again he met with a simple nod, though a slight chuckle seemed to follow it. The simple questions seemed to cheer him up in some obscure way, though as Mab went to go, he held a hand up

"Hey, kid. When I say ya did good, ya did good. Dun't be blamin' yaself, we are only the greatest mammal in existence."

The dwarf chuckled again a little louder as he watched the girl disappear off. By now he was starting to feel a bit more by himself, though he flicked out the coin he had kept as a momento of joining the guild and examined it under his eye in battered, seared palms. It brought back the flicker of the memory when he had been forcefully inducted and memories of when he first met many of his co-adventurers, but unlike they he was weak. Now that he had thought about it, the first few weeks in the game he had avoided any contact with this new reality. Instead his time was spent in bars to drown out. Yes, perhaps part of the blame lay firmly on Kumori for not acting more decisively in slaying the slimes or Caer for gathering them but he couldn't ignore the nagging sensation that the dwarf had merely fled from his own responsibility towards becoming strong, a coward at heart.

-Tobin, we don’t want to hear that Shounin crap! GET ON WITH IT!-

A blink awoke him from his thoughts as his palm relaxed as the flicker of anger passed, a glance down at the coin now revealed the indentations made where his fingers and bent the dull bronze. The dwarf chuckled and then exploded into roaring laughter, shounin crap like that never failed to hit his funny bone. Though the experience was a lesson he needed to learn from.

“Gahahaahah! Good lord, never thought I would overdose on stupid like that. Still, guess I gotta shape up. I don’t want to let anyone else down like I did just then.” Tobin chuckled as he thumbed the -home call- button. He was getting way too sedimental lately. Stupid internal monologs, silly background obligations.

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The doors of the citadel did burst open abruptly, though out of the shadows, rather than the manly guardian everyone expected, stood a significantly less manly dwarf whom was now fully healed.

“Tahhhdaaa! HELLOOO PARTY PEOPLEE! Oh wut? Ya weren’t waitin’ fur me? Oh dun’t cha be worryin’, he just ‘ere.”

The dwarf thought it to be funny to spawn inside the place and come barging out of the doors. It was a pretty big place, so he hadn’t seen him quite yet; still that was funny, right?

[Johan]

Awakening in some sort of holy light seemed appropriate as Johan opened up his eyes however thats not exactly what happened. For some odd reason he was on his back looking up at stained glass windows. There were no slimes around him and his upper half was still pretty bare considering he left his armor elsewhere when deciding to take a manly nap which had been interrupted. So dying didn't send jp back into the real world nor did it seem to actually hurt now. Kinda relieving actually seeing as how the burning sensation of the slime poison was now no more. With the information gathered from his experience with death he was able to equate it with popping a large zit or boil. Painful at first but once it was over with was relieving.

With the flickering of light through the stained glass windows of the cathedral Johan sat himself up on whatever it was was laying on. He looked below his bum to see he in fact was sitting on a granite type of alter of sorts. The he looked at his appendages to see they were in fact all there as well.  He stroked the hair on his chin making sure that too was there and manly as ever. Finally he decided to get up and move around a bit. First he would stretch some, being as old as he was stretching was important in preventing injury. Not that he was ancient or anything but the fact remained was he was at an age where his body wasn't quite so limber nor were his bones as pliable as they were in his youth. In the midst of his exercise a familiar manly looking figure appeared with his back to Johan as the doors burst open for him to see the rest of the people he had just encountered standing in front of him. He figured this sort of thing must happen pretty often in this place and wrote it off as something he would eventually get used to. Much like being stuck in this game. Having a bit of a stiff neck form awakening on stone cold granite Johan would tilt his head left and then right letting it crack loudly. He would give the other party goers a polite wave over the dwarf's shoulder before continuing his stretches. The party people line seemed funny enough but still after that kind of ordeal a stiff drink and something to smoke with it crept into his mind. That was Jp's normal way of relieving stress after a hard days work and figured dying was one such occasion that called for such a thing.

Johan would watch to see what would transpire before saying anything not that he didn't have much to say it was just manliness dictated the use of manners in such circumstances. When he could finally see an opening to where it wouldn't be rude to speak he would do so. " So it seems heaven doesn't want me yet and hell is to afraid I'll take over. So what does a man have to do to get a drink around here? Or actually can I get a drink around here? One with alcohol?"  His left eyebrow would raise at the questions asked and with the words that came out of his mouth certain other questions arose in his mind. Like, can I actually get drunk here? Are there actually bars and things to smoke? How does the graphics engine applies inebriation ,will it affect how the control panel works? As well as a thousand other questions which would wait till an answer was found before thinking of them again.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC:651 (Guild Thread: 781)	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

After Caerbannog used the Call of Home button, Ryuu sighed at the Samurai’s actions. He wanted to walk there as he didn’t want to get lazy. While the Call of Home skill was rather useful, he didn’t think it was necessary unless there were pressing matters, though he assumed that this could be considered a pressing matter. The assassin then activated Call of Home for himself and with a flash of light, he was at the Cathedral with everyone else. He looked around to see that those he had helped earlier were here. The assassin waited outside near the doors of the cathedral, waiting for the Guardian to come out. The samurai proceeded to hide behind him. Ryuu watched her as she ran behind him and moved his arm slightly so that she could see through the opening that was made with the moving of his arm. Ryuu sighed, but he said nothing. While he wanted to blame the samurai for the demise of the Guardian, it wasn’t her fault, at least not completely. It was also the Assassin’s for being negligent.

After a matter of seconds, the Guardian emerged from the threshold as the doors flung wide open. Ryuu smirked as the guardian made a pretty good joke, however he shook his head and offered his condolences. “I’m sorry for allowing you to die. My arrogance led to your demise, so please forgive me,” he said to the guardian. Ryuu then looked towards the other two that were with the samurai and the assassin. “We, as the forefront of exploring this new world… death is not something we take lightly, even when you come back alive. There is evidence that shows that each death removes a memory of the real world from your minds. While I do not wish to scare you, it is a reality that both Caerbannog and I have faced… we have both died before… While it is good that we are not getting our brains fried by a helmet when we die, I still think we should be careful when fighting.” He sounded really serious, and as no one could really answer him because of his somewhat monologue, the assassin then said: “Anyways, let’s not dwell on the past and learn from our mistakes… you want a drink? I know the perfect place!” he exclaimed.

Ryuu dragged the samurai along as they went to a place the frequented. The Bar’s name was Land’s End, and while from the outside it looked like an unsavory place, the inside is what mattered. Because the guild members were regulars, they had their own table and a discount that they were given whenever they went there. Besides, it elicited some pretty awesome memories… that is if the few of them remembered the memories of what had taken place here. Ryuu would lead them to their regular room and table that he had occupied and brought the new adventurers there as well. He explained the place to them.

“You should thank Caerbannog that she found this place… It has a good drink selection, pretty much anything you would want or find in the real world. They also have some bar foods. They’re not of the best quality, but it’s decent. And remember that you can still get piss drunk from drinking too much. Try not to cause a ruckus and we’ll be good,” he smiled. Ryuu was the first to order, so he raised his hand so that the waiter could see. “I’ll have your finest scotch, neat... make that a double shot of your finest scotch, and can I get an order of your prime rib, medium rare… your normal seasoning,” he said. Ryuu then looked at them all and smiled. “Order whatever you want… this meal and the drinks are all on me…” he said. “Caerbannog, try not to drink too much,” he looked at her with serious eyes.

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	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: ---
WC: 350	Tags: Mab Johan Tobin Kumori	Skill: Drinking until she is so drunk that she doesn't notice that she's drunk.

It seemed that the samurai’s worry was for naught because the guardian was fine, as were the other two people who helped get rid of the slimes. Little Caerbannog simply listened to what Kumori had to say- boy, he always talked a lot. The bit about losing memories made the girl look twice, but before she could pipe up and ask her own question, the assassin was already leading her away. So when she passed by the sunshiney druid, the samurai held out her hand and grabbed the other girl’s arm so that they formed a line towards the busier parts of Londinium.

The streets around Land’s End looked different under broad daylight. There were no seedy people or dark alleys, just sunlight on everyone’s face. Under the bright sky, the old antique shop that was kind of a front for the bar stood as boring and as bland as always. A literal hole in the antique shop’s wall led to a dark place which could not be seen from above ground, but if the patron just took a dive and had faith in what lay before him, he would slide down a short way into the spacious Land’s End beneath the antique shop. The ceiling was tall, much taller than any of the players that Caerbannog had ever seen. It was not exactly the same as what she remembered, though that could have been a side-effect of her being stone drunk at that time.

“TADAIMA!” the wolf-hair yelled as she flailed away from Kumori and ushered Mab over to a table.

As she sat down, Caerbannog turned to look for the dwarf and the guardian, and gestured for them to come closer and take a seat if they noticed her. When Ryuu piped up and warned her not to drink too much, the wolf-hair responded by sticking her tongue out at the guild leader. She then raised her hand high up in the air to get the attention of the waiter, and then little Caer proceeded to a litre of gin, five lemons and exactly four cubes of sugar.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 533	Tags: Tobin @dindeen Kumori Johan	Skills: none used

Mab had not really believed it. Mab had thought that it would be impossible to return from dying. To see the guardian back alive was strange. See there was a price to be paid. Mab had thought. The memories that came with from what was still seen as the “real” word. The guy with the knifes... Kumori, he apologised for allowing his death? Mab was confused. As far as she remembered, and yeah it was a bit hazy due to all the excitement. The guardian waded back into danger, after being thrown out by the dwarf... Sure the battle could have ended sooner. The guardian and the dwarf....


“Eeehm.... Tobin....”

Remembering the dwarfs name after thinking about it for a minute. There were only brief introductions made on the battlefield.

“How did you get here so fast?”

The girl asked sounding curious,

“And when did you cure yourself of your wounds?”

Mab asked sounding very confused that somehow the dwarf beat them to this location. He was the last to leave. With a raised eyebrow she looked at the dwarf, believing he might have found a quicker means to travel to the cathedral and getting healed in the mean time.

She wanted to say something to the guardian too, but before she knew it she was dragged by Caerbannog. Apparently they were going for drinks? Which was odd... because... everything tasted like water... and wait what.. alcohol?

Mab wasn’t sure she should drink alcohol today. On the other hand how could it really hurt. It wasn’t really anyone’s business if she tried a drink or not. Not that the girl ordered alcohol to start out with. She started with a glass of iced tea. That was pretty safe. She wasn’t really hungry yet... so the girl did not order any food.

Assuming the manly guardian... also went along to the bar Mab had lost all the complaints she had. The girl was just happy to see him alive. Mab just had one question... she hesitated from asking. Usually Mab blurted out most things she thought. It had gotten her into trouble quite often. Especially by some of the more experienced adventurers, who were quite touchy about subjects.

“.......How... did it feel? ..... The dying bit?”

Mab asked, her usual upbeat demeanour was leaning towards serious when she asked the question. She had just started her adventuring career, the girl was terrified it would hurt or worse that it could fail. Mab did not believe the system was infallible. The fear of one time not returning at all, what would also happen if one died to often times, run deep in her. Mab felt that once all the memories that made Mab were gone.. it would be the same as dying. She felt this way of dying was just a slower, maybe even more cruel way. Shaking her head, to rid herself of these thoughts she focussed her attention back to the table. She looked at the drinks that were ordered, and raised an eyebrow to the samurai....

“Is all that for you?”

Mab asked, wanting to know what the fun sized girl was planning with lemon, sugar cubes and a bottle of water?

[Tobin]

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Tobin felt a sweat drop roll off his forehead. Was his timing off? Why was no one laughing? It was almost as if the guild master and Caer had evolved the technique to look straight through him and ignore him! Well, actually that wasn't really unusual if the subject matter wasn't partially funny. He sighed, the dwarf really needed to work on his comic timings if the species was ever to be trademarked in his name. A fact of greater significance was that the ex-Johan was indeed an ex-Johan no more, for the man had walked up to the pearly gates, pounded it and walked back to the mortal fold in the same length of time that most people would eat a hot meal.

"J-Johan... Indeed, there is a pub nearby."

That being said, they were already on the way to a familiar location and so he followed. Before long the curious bright druid had asked him a question about his timely arrival and he paused, his finger traced a line along his chest.

"I carved out mah heart and ‘te it, so I could spawn ‘ere for ta punchline."

He paused momentarily, his face like stone, before he erupted in laughter and slapped her back with roaring laughter.

"I jest! Ya could say my maker sent me 'ere, I just chose ta spawn inside, most people spawn inside, least that’s what I thought no? As for healin’, priests did tha’, in there."

The dwarf continued to beam with his smile as he followed behind the crowd, listening to the banter come back to him. The memory loss especially was information that he could chew on, but for most part it was chatter about various thing he probably already knew. Even the normally chatty Tobin found it quite overwhelming, though he couldn’t resist trying to slide once again down into lands end, only to get friction burns from the cloth. Tobin cursed the ice.

When they entered the bar the dwarf plonked himself down to the right of Caer into a higher chair, perhaps unaware that the overprotective lollicon brother probably wanted to sit down next to her. The free drinks sounded good, but he felt heavy. A hand raised up to his face as he massaged his eyes with a finger and thumb from around his nose bridge, a weary gaze flicked up to the waitress as he took an order for a bailies style rich whiskey. This was accepted with a weary smile and took a deep draft of the rich, deep cream of his beverage, a glance over to Caer made his eyes widen slightly. Worse still, Mab was quite curious on whether it was all hers.

-Oh Christ, not this again-

“Try takin’ a lemon if ya want.” He paused as he chuckled, before he froze. “No, don’t. I’m certain it’s all foar cave.”

Tobin massaged between his eyes as he set his drink down and turned to gaze at Johan, only to find he had already was being spoken to. A sigh escaped the dwarf’s lips, he had wanted to thank Johan for saving his life, but nor did he want to overwhelm the manly man. Instead he smiled and nodded towards them, feeling a slight ping of sadness that his contribution seemed to be overlooked that surprised him. Perhaps it was a fight the dwarf shouldn’t have walked away from.

Tobin sighed as he blinked open his eyes and he took another sip, a great weariness was descending over his mind. A song he dreamt up after lands’ end came to mind and, absent minded he began to sing. At first it made sense, though he rapidly lost track as sleep crept in. Just he had never quite pushed as hard as he did today, and though his body was healed his mind wasn’t as he rapidly lost coherent thought.

“Welcome ye all to the tavern at lands head hollow, Cear don’t talk much but boy does she swallow, Oxford’s muscles can out shout the whispers, Elk… has, hooters, and the Ice bitch.. is a milkdrinker.”

The dwarf sighed again and his head slumped down onto his chest as he began to snore loudly into his beard. And so that’s how the dwarf came to be unconscious after two sips. Gimli would be disappointed.

[Johan]

As things went as they some how often in they do in the real world itself. Some proper explaining was done after an unnecessary apology. Being polite as he was normally he let the explanation continue until it would be polite for him to say something as well. Jp himself was always one who lived knowing that one never had to be the best at anything as long as they had good manners people would generally like you. He stood up strait and put a hand out to the assassin before speaking.

"Well i get what you're saying. It does make one wonder if we aren't just a subroutine of a computer that is trying to figure out the answer to life, the universe, and everything."


Without even thinking Johan tipped his hat verbally to a book written in the "real world" . Whether or not the man shook his hand was totally up to the assassin and the manly man was more than happy to join the party on their walk through town. Especially to the drinking hole that they were led to. It seemed the assassin was happy in explaining where,who,and what was going on and was also very polite. The demeanor of which made Johan imagine him in chibi form in front of a pull down chart of some kind. The samurai's actions seemed to show him he wasn't the only who thought that way. As he sat down with everyone while smiling all around the place. Which indeed seem to meet the three qualities of a fine drinking establishment and that is all the manly man really needed. Good name, good people, and of course alcohol. Which judging by what everyone seemed to be doing it was definitely going to be a fun time had by most.  He thought most cause some people just did not know how to have a good time.

Of course having a young blonde druid asking him what it felt like when he died kinda triggered his fatherly senses. Having kids in the real world himself he just had that instinct happen upon him as he thought of a good answer for her. He stroked his beard a few times and then put a finger up as if an idea popped into his head for a moment. After all was thought of all Johan could tell the young lass was the truth. He also pondered if a young girl her age should be in a place like this. It was a new world after all with its own rules and whatnot. Johan of course got back to the task of answering her question.

 "Well I felt all the pain up to the point i couldn't feel it anymore. Then I woke up to you guys."

The drinks people ordered also seemed to fit with the character of the persons he had met up to this point including the dwarf. Athough the dwarf did do some pointing out of other vital information. He was quickly asleep. He looked at the other party members again and grinned a devilish grin. One that only the manliest of men could achieve. Ideas flowed into Jp as one of the spreadable condiments entered into Johan's very manly hand. It was time again for another lesson in manliness. This time it was bar etiquette and the tutor was all to happy to have a good and memorable time with his teachings. First would be to order himself a drink. Giving a smile he spoke a bit. "I'll take a beer and a shot of your house whiskey." Then looking around agian at the other people at his table Johan would speak on the etiquette of proper manners when drinking. The sleeping dwarf would become the subject for his talk since he was the one committing the party foul.

"Would I be wrong in assuming that the irl rule applies here as well too? That would be ya know...First one downed is the first one clowned?"

Then the yellowy orange condiment began to be shaken back and forth with a bit of a gluggy sloshy sound about it. Because depending on the other people's reactions to his prank idea for the dwarf he may or may not began to draw a badly made smiley face in the center of his forehead. After which he would pass it along to the one closest to him at the table which probably at this time would be the assassin. He would then pound the shot the beer and slam them down onto the table one right after the other to show his readiness for yet another.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC:317 (Guild Thread: 380)	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Dying… it was never fun nor was it like a game where you got slashed and you lost health. This was the real world and every strike on your body, pain was felt wherever you took the hit. Ryuu’s gripped tightened on his glass as the question was asked, “what did dying feel like,” for it was a question he had hoped that no one would ever be curious to find the answer to themselves. His face contorted to show his dissatisfaction. A grimace only to tell of his disapproval in the question, but after only a few seconds, the contortion was gone and replaced back to his apathetic demeanor. Death, the time he had experienced it, was one of much pain. He hated remembering it since it brought back the feeling of being crushed again. While his body was normal, his mind could still reenact the pain receptors that fired off as his body was slowly broken. Ryuu shook his head to reorganize the synapses and remove the feeling of pain once again.

“I pray that no one ever has to go through the suffering of dying. It only gets worse the higher level you are…” he said to the group, but he smiled and shook his head. “Let’s not talk about something so depressing… how about we go around the room and formally introduce each of ourselves to each other. Or at least, I haven’t introduced myself to the guardian just yet. My name is Kumori and I am the guild leader of Aeryn. I am an assassin, tailor, and tracker. I’m sorry for the rude entrance earlier. I was trying to force the samurai to do something, since she is more than capable,” he said, nodding at the guardian. “My favorite flavor of ice cream is Black Cherry! Now everyone do the same… we’ll start with Caer and go around the table…” he said.

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	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: ---
WC: 580	Tags: Mab Johan Tobin Kumori	Skill: Drinking until she is so drunk that she doesn't notice that she's drunk.

The wolf-hair made sure to sit away from Kumori who could interfere with her fun, and so she ended up between the sunshiney druid and the dwarf. To her left, there was Mab who seemed to take an interest in her drink, and to her right there was Tobin who was the best throwing weapon in all of Elder Tale. Caerbannog had half the mind to punt him across the room and she wasn’t even drunk yet. The half-ling’s innuendo, unfortunately, did not fly over the samurai’s head. She had played enough eroge to know what he meant.

“I spit. I don’t swallow,” was Caerbannog’s reply as she looked right into the dwarf’s eyes and maintained a deadpan expression.

The samurai’s face only relaxed to a smile and then to a grin when she turned to Mab. Caerbannog sliced up a lemon, with her nagamaki of course to make sure that the scene was as threatening as possible, emptied the juice into a tall glass, filled it halfway with some gin and place a sugar cube in the mix. She had no idea about percentages and what not; all the girl knew was that everything tasted good apart, so they would probably taste good together as well. And sugar goes nicely with anything anyway!

“Drink up!” the wolf-hair offered the glass of alcoholic lemon to Mab, and then she made another glass of the drink for herself.

If the druid accepted the drink, then Caerbannog would settle for chugging down her own glass; if not, then more for her! The Beast would drink both glasses of gin mixed with lemon juice and sugar. It was then that Johan made an interesting remark, something about downed and clowned. Caerbannog giggled and threw a thumbs-up sign at the guardian, and then she proceeded to squeeze a lemon all over the fallen dwarf’s beard. Once the insane amount of hair was sufficiently moisturized, the samurai began to curl up the ends and those that would hold up their shape were molded into various silhouettes of animals: a cat, a rabbit, a dog... and much more.

“I only ever died twice,” Caerbannog piped up absent-mindedly as she was messing up the dwarf’s beard, “One time I was killed by another player, and the other time I bled out to death by the side of... the... road-“

Just then, she realized that the second death was supposed to be a secret. The samurai stopped everything that she was doing and then she looked at Kumori with her eyes all wide as if she had just done something so horrible. The color was gone from her face, but the assassin’s suggestion for a topic change jolted her brain awake.

“Ice cream!” Caer exclaimed so suddenly, “I like chocolate mint! I wonder if anyone has invented ice cream yet... first we would need an ice cream maker, right?”

At that point, the wolf-hair was just trying desperately to stay away from the topic of death and perhaps to make Kumori forget about what she said earlier. The look on the girl’s face, however, was that of a child who’d just been caught cheating or stealing by her parent. Still, Caer tried to continue the ruse as she mixed up another glass of her drink.

“M-maybe sorbet would be easier to make? What do you think?” the samurai nervously said while avoiding eye contact with the guild leader; she then finished mixing her lemon gin and drank it up straight.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 1 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 613	Tags: Johan Tobin Kumori @dindeen	Skills: none used

Mab asking what it felt to die, had a series of responses that were so different that Mab felt it was probably different for everyone at the table. The one thing they all had in common was the pain they felt before dying. It seemed to ruin the mood at the table and Mab felt very bad about that.

“I am sorry I shouldn’t have asked...”

The blonde girl apologised to the people at the table. Especially seeing the assassin’s face contort into something painful. Mab desperately would not mind changing the subject so she had no further questions. Instead she sat there silently listening to the conversation move to a different subject. Mab was slightly confused. Was the dwarf delirious? Had he hit his head on something hard sharp and pointy? Mab did not understood a thing of what he said. His ramblings prior to falling asleep sounded like that of a well... mad man. Mab almost asked out loud...

“Doesn’t everyone swallow?”

Before she could however it was Caerbannog’s remark that confused the druid even further.

“The samurai spits instead of swallows? What are they talking about?”

Mab asked herself. Mab realized that she might have been out her depth here, so she felt she did not want to ask the stupid question here. Instead she focussed on the lemon, sugar water in front of her. It looked nice and the girl was quite thirsty. It looked just like lemonade. It had sugar and lemon in it. What could go wrong here? Nothing that’s what. Mab took a sip of her drink. The lemonade tasted just fine. In fact it warranted a second sip.

“This tastes good!”

Mab added. She smiled happily at the girl who poured the drink. Mab listened to everyone except for the sleeping dwarf introduce themselves, more or less... and starting to prank the innocent dwarf who probably fell asleep due to the circumstances of the day. Mab herself felt that she was tired. Not her body so much. But her head was cloudy and well a lot had happened.

She smiled when the both Johan and Caerbannog both started pranking the dwarf. Mab did not feel the need to participate. They could handle this very well on their own. Besides, Mab had no fun idea she could do to the unsuspecting monk. She was all thunked out. She did not really want to think about much at all. She felt that the samurai was getting fidgety about something, though was unsure what that was about. Though Mab sure did love icecream.

She sighed. “I miss icecream....”

While emptying her glass of lemonade. In fact the thing she missed most were hamburgers, ever since she got here it was the one thing she missed most about home. Once more she sighed. The hamburgers here tasted like soggy crackers... they were foul. She looked at the samurai making drinks.

“Can I have another lemonade please?”

Mab asked the girl sitting next to her. The lemonade had a funny after taste Mab had to admit to herself. She felt her throat burning. The lemonade made her feel al warm and tingly inside. She had no clue as to why, but she felt that it was warm, too warm in here. Mab chalked these symptoms up to the fact that it had been a long and emotional day. Once more she tried to focus on the conversation. Introductions... Right...

“I am Mab, a half-alv Druid, Pathfinder, pharmacist. Aaaand I really like this lemonade!”

Mab said, beaming at the girl who gave her the lemons. Because when handed lemons... make lemonade... well it seemed the samurai had learned this lesson well.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Warning, there’s a gigantic dream sequence that I got a tad carried away typing. XD Thus, the post everyone else will interact with is outside the spoiler.

Word Count: 1514

Perhaps for the briefest moment, after his incoherent song and before he lost consciousness, The dwarf froze momentarily. It was as if his ailed mind had struggled to digest her reply, the statement rewarded with a blank gaze fell upon Caer, both eye brows rose as his eyes disappeared under heavy lids. Two words slipped out of his lips.

"Wait, wha-..."

Then the darkness came like a comforting thick blanket. A barrier between this world and the next as he remained unmoving. Oblivious and unfeeling to the touching hands that ravished his features with juices, mayonnaise. Even if Kurmori and Mad had both joined in, he wouldn't have awoken. His facial features twitched occasionally as he dreamt the deep dreams.

SPOILER: Click to show

The dwarf woke up, only he was no longer a dwarf but the real him. In a bed, in his room, in his own house. His room was a faint cream, with the laptop at the foot of his bed on the table, still projecting the 'Elder Tales Forum: The Roleplaying game' that he had joined in anticipation for this game. To his right, a HD 50' TV connected to an X-box One and the Elder Tales gaming device, the latter of which he promptly unplugged as he rose out of bed to prevent being drawn in again. Despite himself he chuckled a little as he strode went to the bathroom to check his face in the mirror, the stare returned by the blue hued gaze of the other word. His skin pale, a finger and thumb coursed over over his rough shaven chin, his hair had already thinned on top despite his relatively youthful age of just 22. He smiled, teeth shown back, he even took a moment to flex his muscles in the mirror, though they paled in comparison to his second life.

"Hmph, it's me. Interesting, I guess."

Not yet believing the setting but having little choice. He showered and dressed up in in casual attire, a deep crimsion shirt with brown knee length shorts. He breifly checked his e-mails, everything on facebook and the forum seemed to be in order though after typing a few sentences ("I miss you guys! You will all never know what I've been doing the last couple of months! Elder Tale is #skyrimmingepic") Gavin the white man finally grabbed some breakfast from his downstairs kitchen of his rented apartment, two slices of toast and a cup of tea in the flask.

Not wanting to delay any longer, he left the apartment with just his phone, keys and a couple £20 notes. Even then, he found it difficult to adjust to his much taller body, his head clipped the door. Yet the throbbing pain in his head was soon faded as he glanced along the streets as he pugged his MP3 player into his ears and a light rucksack on his back to this uplifting tune.. The quiet town streets was his home, home, there was the old fashioned corner shop there that had been present just across the road to his right and at the far end of the road, stood a single tower block that had been present since his youth. He remembered his grandparents had lived there at some point in the past, a irresistible pull to climb it seemed to grip Gavin’s soul.

“This… Can’t be right. This must be just a dream…”

Despite himself he felt a urge to climb and thus he broke out in a jog, it was 1/5 of a mile so it took 5 minutes, despite the sweat he didn’t feel tired, the people he passed he didn’t recongise but that was fine. The school was passed to his left as he reached a T junction, a pub to his right, rather close now that the man thought about it.

Moreuplifing tunes. Funnily enough the people’s home was open so without fear he charged through the door and bolted for the stairs, one flight, two flights, five flights, after that he paused to get his breath back as his sweat flowed from his body. Gavin switched his router function on his phone and whipped out the IPad, there were some replies from faces he felt were familiar as he furiously typed, a man processed.

-I think I’m going crazy, after being trapped in a fantasy world for so long, I am finally FREE! I am in the old peoples home, I WANT TO SEE EVERYTHING ON TOP RIGHT NOW! This can’t be a dream, it just can’t be!-

Summoning the last of his strength, the tall man bolted up the remaining 8 flights of stairs to the roof, barging out into the light as he pulled the shirt off the head and flung it aside to the rough gravel left there as he peered over the railings. To the right, towards the south, he could see the mountains of Wales, peering over the horizon across the river Dee, the countless towns stretched out onward it in a green city. Over there was his primary school, left of that was the hospital. Then he ran over to look north, on the hill across the motorway outside the town was the windmill and the observatory, and across from the sprawl of the largest town of the Wirral landmass, across the rivery Mersey, stood two gigantic cathedrals, the donut on a stick structure of the radio city tower, the liver birds….

Gavin knew he must have looked ridiculous but he laughed hard, harder, then he was roaring as he gripped the rail. He was home! He was actually where he belonged, not some knock off fantasy setting in a roleplaying game! But he was actually HOME! Laughter wasn’t something Gavin did often, but now? This was the greatest feeling in his life ever! It was hard for someone to not absolutely lose their composure over this harsh contrast!

“AHAHAAHAHGAHAHAHAAHAH I’M HOME! I’M ACTUALLY HOME! I better get out of here, I gotta book it before the cops get…”

Then as he turned around, his heart stopped. There were a few things that frightened the man, but there was a cloud that inspired sheer terror like no other. A vast cloud of daddy long legs, their long, dangly legs grossly importional to its body, formed an effective barrier of waves that rapidly closed on him backed away, even his usually lazy upper lids drew back in sheer terror. THEN THEY WERE STROKING HIM, THOSE LEGS, THOSE LONG LONG LEGS.

“GAHHHHHHHHHHHmuoth”

His scream was drowned out as his mouth was filled with fidgeting legs, stroking INSIDE him, the man toppled over the railing as he flailed at the mass that stroked along his bare arms, his face! Infact where was his clothes? The insects too the opportunity to chase him as he fell, before him a face formed out of the mass. That of the deceased British politician, the man was no longer falling as he was caressed all over by swaying, horrible legs, the gaze spoke paragraphs of its intentions of the ultimate succubus.

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“NO MAGGY THATCHER, NOT THE MI…. Oh. Hey.”

Tobin abruptly jolted back as he abruptly bellowed, the noise halted.as he took in the sight of the other adventures. There was a momentary silence as he glanced around the room, a royal sight with the mayo monocule, the smilely face and various shapes at animals staring at them. The dwarf glanced down once at the shapes and chuckled, a low, disjointed chuckle. A hand cupped over his monocle eye.

-Oh wonderful, I’m short, broad, and slightly less handsome again.-

“hurhur… how cute, ya all been… GAH MY EYE!”

Yeah, that stuff burned when it touched his eyes skin and frantically he grabbed his whiskey and poured it all over his face and shook furiously, sending beverage and mayo everywhere. Probably a welcome distraction to things said that were better left unsaid, though the dwarf was unaware of that. What where they talking about? Names and ice cream? Sounds fair enough.

“Honeycomb and vanilla ice cream.” The dwarf sighed as he finished off his glass and waved for another. “ I ‘m Tobin Strider, token Dwarf, Monk, Artisan, and Animal Tamer. I drunk them two u’dder the table rite ‘ere. A gewd night”

Well, he wasn’t about to admit he was a brewer here in Lands end, not when such memories were fresh. Despite the disturbing dream, Tobin felt refreshed, the last of the irrational joy he had felt was washed away like a peddle in the stream. The Halfling scratched his check as he remembered something, something important. He smiled as he addressed Johan with a broad grin; it wasn’t in grief, but in thanks.

“Johan, tha’ should hav’ bin me tha’ left tha’ moral coil there, foar that, I am in ya debt. For now, WE DRINK!”

And so another glass was slammed down on the table, drained of its rich liquor. The best cure to any dream was to make more of them, even though his inability to drunk made that very hard. Not that anyone knew that in this thread.

[Johan]

It seemed that even the manliness in the concentrated size was awake again to finish off with the introductions. After of course shaking of his condiment makeup like a dog that just got out of a lake. The sight was such that Johan leaned back in his chair laughing as well as getting splattered with a bit of the the substance. Suddenly a loud thud was made as the manly guardian fell back onto the floor from his laughter. Looking up at the ceiling it was indeed a good party. Anytime a person fell to the floor from the grand jolliness that was happening around them it was a good party. At any rate it was time for the guardian to make it back to his upright position. It was also time for him to make his introduction. Of course a shot and a beer would be had again before his mouth would open. This always seemed to help when it came to public speaking. A buzz was a good thing for calming nerves of course Johan didn't need any of that as his manliness was of such a level that his nerves were always calm.

" My name is Johan but yall can call me Jo, J, Han or really anything else you feel like except late for the party. I am new to this whole thing here and when I check the status screen it says I am a guardian ...a brewer and a farmer. My favorite ice cream is a mudslide which is pretty much ice cream topped with Kahlua and creme." 

After the his introduction the conversation with everyone continued and the dwarf said something that kind of irritated the guardian a little. Something about it shoulda been him that died. Johan though had a completely different belief for such matters. For manliness dictates that a man is responsible for his own action and should own each and every one of his own decisions. This was of one of the most basic of fundamental edicts of being manly. It was also something that seemed a little off when it came to tanking as a role in a party. It was one of the core principles to being a good tank that a  trade is sometimes necessary for progression. At any rate he would give a hefty pat to the dwarf's shoulder.

"Not a chance bud. I make my own decisions and I stand by my own choices. Its why I am a guardian. The idea of  soaking a bit of aggro so the party can successfully engage an enemy without any further losses I did my job as a tank! I take great pride in my work and give my all in everything I do."

 With that a shot and beer were both quickly downed and dropped back to the table in quick succession before finishing off his thought process.

"And I'll do it again too if I need to without even a second thought. I might not be the highest level here but I'll be damned if anyone ever says I don't fulfill my role in the party. If they do its pure lies, slander, and malarky. Now then now that our introductions seem to be out of the way hows bout we go ahead and get into some good old fashioned shenanigans! Hahahahahahahaha!" 

After all of this Johan would raise a drink to the others at the table. A little rhyme popped into his head at this time. "Over the teeth and past the gums look out stomach here it comes."  The drink was gulped down almost as fast as it was raised and a large smile was all the guardian could do to express his emotions at this time. Of course a this could be seen as creepy but it seemed that the guardian of manliness and masculinity was actually having a damn good time and it showed in his expression.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 71 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 643	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

“As much as I enjoy the occasional drink, I don’t enjoy getting plastered. I will be leaving well before getting downed,” he stated. He still took drinking seriously, especially with the memory of his sister who had passed due to a drunk driver. While driving wasn’t possible here, he was still mindful of his actions both sober and inebriated. This was why he kept tabs on Kyuu. She tended to drink too much, and well… all he could do was take away the source. Well, there were a few things he was afraid of. One was that when she was drunk and they were alone, especially with them now officially dating, he was afraid she’d do something she’d regret. Worse yet, he was afraid that he lacked the willpower to resist. Two, should he have too much alcohol, he would definitely lack the willpower to resist and therefore he may end up doing something that they’d both regret. Even though he was her boyfriend, he still very much acted as her older brother.

To his surprise, however, the samurai was not as innocent as he thought. She had answered the dwarf’s joke and innuendo with resistance. Had she not understood it, she would’ve continued on, but her deadpan expression had told him enough to know that she was fighting back. The assassin could only tilt his head at her and look into her eyes, his expression saying “how did you know about that?” If she didn’t get what he was saying with his eyes and facial expression, he’d simply ask her later. Well, before long she had already started drinking. Attempting to stop her was futile, but regardless, he’d have to let her do as she willed… at least for now. Ryuu was self-appointed “designated driver” not that this place really needed it, but he did want Kyuu to get home safely.

The samurai began telling the story about her deaths. She mentioned she had died twice, but she had only told him about her death once. As soon as she began describing the second time, Ryuu stared at the samurai and glared. His eyes said “Why didn’t you tell me?!” His brow was furrowed and his stare more intense than before. He shook his head and called the waitress to fill his glass with more scotch. When she quickly responded to the topic change, the assassin simply looked at her and shook his head. His eyes this time told her that “they’d talk about this later.”

While he was having staring contests with Kyuu, Mab was getting drunk off the concoction that Kyuu was making her. She called it lemonade, and when she attempted to ask for more, Ryuu attempted to stop her by holding his hand up at her, but she downed it, one after another. “Oh dear… that’s not lemonade,” he said. Welp, there was another underage drinker in Elder Tales. Not like it was something he could stop, but at least it wouldn’t end up killing her… permanently.

Well, now it was the dwarf’s turn of doing something weird and crazy. He passed out? Or at least he simply stared off into space. He was out for a good 30-60 seconds before he came to. He woke up by yelling something about Maggie Thatcher. Ryuu tilted his head and then slid an extra glass of scotch to him. “Here, I think you need more,” he said to him. Obviously something had triggered him to go into a dream-like state.

Johan then introduced himself. He then gave his two cents about being a guardian, but Ryuu could only shake his head, but he did not answer. He simply thought that a tank was useless if he was dead. Ryuu sighed, and allowed him to think what he wanted, but he respected his views and did not comment further about them.

[Deleted]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s	Caerbannog :: Level 81 :: Samurai :: Aeryn Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Nóttúlfr (Night Wolf) with Mitsuho and Black Star Quick Slot: Nótthrafn (Night Raven) Pet: ---
WC: 310	Tags: Mab Johan Tobin Kumori	Skill: Drinking until she is so drunk that she doesn't notice that she's drunk.

Caerbannog was usually the one who would stare at the guild leader for any misunderstanding or unspoken words, but at that moment during their little gathering at the Land’s End, Kumori was the one to throw accusing glares at the samurai. One would think that Caer could stand up to the young man, but since she knew that she was in the wrong, the wolf-hair could no longer look at the assassin. Instead, she tried her best to change the topic from death to ice cream, and kept looking away from where Kumori sat. Maybe if he got drunk enough, then he would forget about what she just said. From the response to the dwarf’s inappropriate joke, to the topic of her second death- and even the fact that she knowingly kept giving Mab something that was not really lemonade... Caer hoped that Kumori would just forget. Maybe blunt force trauma would- nah.

“Oh uh... introductions?” the samurai blinked at Johan, slightly relieved that his long intro diverted the attention from death to roles.

“I am Caerbannog.”

She pronounced it as ke(ə)r-ban-näg, and based on that it really did make sense that some adventurers had taken to calling her “Caer Bear”.

“German-Japanese samurai of the wolf-hair race, capable chef... sometimes a bored blacksmith,” the girl continued, “And animal trainer. Because bunnies!”

The last exclamation was yelled out louder than she intended and some of the people from the closest tables fell off their seats. Caerbannog then cleared her throat, mixed up another tall glass of the alcoholic lemon drink, drank about half of it and then she handed the rest of the concoction over to Mab.

“Indirect kiss!” Caer exclaimed.

Didn’t she do that with another fine lady some time ago? Anyway, Caerbannog soon began to giggle at her own statement... perhaps a sign that she should DRINK MOAR! YEAH!

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 533	Tags: Tobin Johan Kumori @dindeen	Skills: none used

The lemonade was good. Very good in fact so good that Mab could not help but smile at people at the table. Her eyes turned slightly glazed over. This could have something to do with the alcohol lemonade she drank, it could have to do with the fact that it had been a long and unusual day. With its highs and lows. Mab could not tell, this because well, Mab had no clue that the drink she was having had alcohol in it. Had she known she would have still drank the substance, as it was tasty, but she might have minded her pace.

Something in Caerbannog’s introduction struck the girl as odd... her name was fine, the fact that she was from German-Japanese decent did not bother the druid no it was her race. The samurai clearly said Wolf-hair race.... But if this were true....

“Where are your wolfy ears and tail?”

Mab blurted out giggling. It would make the fun-sized girl undoubtedly much cuter. Or so Mab believed. Mab had thought the samurai was human, as she had not noticed weird fluffy ears, or a plush tail. Where these not the marks of a wolf hair?

“If it isn’t Lemonade.... What is it?”

Mab said sounding doubtful towards Kumori while accepting the glass from Caerbannog. She held it up, clear liquid with lemon juice? How could it be anything but lemonade? Mab fell into a giggling fit at Caerbannogs exclamation.

“Woohoo.... Bottoms up!”

Was her own as she gulped down the remainder of the lemonade. More lemonade? No Mab felt she had enough for now she wanted to wait for the food to arrive. Mab was hungry. She looked around to see if the food would be brought anytime soon. Mab had forgotten that she decided against ordering food earlier. Up until that time. She wanted to get up and move to the bar. Her legs were not agreeing with her at all. It felt as if they were made of rubber. Every time she tried to get up she just plopped back into her seat. Mab was not sure if that was because she was dizzy or because her legs had decided to cease cooperating but something was very off indeed. For some strange reason, not so strange really, this did not worry the druid as much as it should have. Instead she found the situation increasingly amusing.

Mab turned herself around in her chair, wobbling dangerously as she did so. Miracles do exist because the girl managed to do so without falling out of her chair.

“Can I order some prime rib, too?”

Mab asked the man behind the bar. The man nodded and confirmed the order.

“Coming right up!”

Was his answer. Satisfied with the answer Mab tried to turn around back towards the others....

“I feel a bit wobbly...”

Mab decided to explain to the party at the table. Not that she really hid this fact well. Nor was she really trying to hide it. She looked puzzled, as she had not ever felt wobbly before, not like this.... Was she lagging? Mab could not say. That she might be drunk had not really occurred to the druid.

[Tobin]

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The dwarf clutched his head as he massaged a throbbing headache, he too burst out laughing as the guardian hit the ground. He didn't know what he had missed, Kumori was giving his best ice bitch impressions, Caer was being Caer, Mab was drunk? Somehow everything was a bit funnier than before. As soon as the sentence had passed he listened to the guardian, taking a periodic draft of his whiskey with every pause in his speech. Everything was a bit better with warmth in the heart, and fewer things gave a more consistent flame then alcohol! That being said the brother didn't seem to be drinkin', so he made a mental note to act more convincingly when the time to pass out came.

"Ahhh, I see, ther' be just one error wit' wha-cha be sayin'."

Naturally there was a long pause as he took another draft, finishing his glass only to catch another, a curious eyebrow flickered briefly as he registered that the assassin of all people had passed it to him. A chuckle erupted from him; perhaps he wasn't quite as bad as he had him down ass. Though he still couldn't help but slip a remark toward him in jest due to the strong anti-fun aura radiating from him. After all, if he had been a magic the gathering player he must had played Blue, the element of NO! Thus the nickname seemed somewhat appropriate, a not so subtle hint to lighten up a bit.

"Thank ya capt'n' stiffy."

A trademarked dwarf wink accompanied the gesture with a flashing grin, before he flicked his gaze up to the man who referred to himself as Johan.

"As I were sayin; ya hav' tha' right idea, but normalleh most of us prefer ta live to talk 'bout our deeds. We shouldn't be forgeettin' who we were too quickly."

The dwarf then paused dramatically for a few seconds, before he clicked to the error in that important speech. Johan had been right; if it was a job worth doing well, it was also a job worth dying for.

"Oh heck wha am I saying! We all be immortal demi-gods 'ere, even if we faulter it's a mere inconvenience like fartin' at a dinner table, I agree, there’s nothing more satisfyin’ than to fight foar somethin’ with ya everything! Naver thaught 'bout et that away before. Still-"

there was a pause as the dwarf tapped the side of his head. Only slightly more serious.

"I remember me debts no matter how small, it's in my racial description ta be jewish so if ya be needin' anything, ya just let me know."

The dwarf cast his glance to his left, only now becoming aware that this thread had become a mentor thread for Caer for the girl was instructing the girl on the ways of drink. The dwarf frowned and with a loud bash of glass base against table he said a simple, single word.

"Stop!!!"

The dwarf rose sharply and went to the bar; was the dwarf going to be responsiable? The answer was provided when he placed another glass on the table of a razzberry red cider.

"HAMMERTIME! Ya needed one more foar ya five fruit a day. Chins up."

With that the scotch was gone and he coughed gently as the burning sensation in his throat invigorated him, even with brewer, the tietoper behind the dwarf felt overpowered by the flavour of the beverage. His gaze narrowed into half orbs as he slumped back in his chair, relaxed for the moment. Tobin wasn’t entirely inconsiderate though, he just recongised that flat no’s generally didn’t work on teenagers, at least that was the age range he had guessed Caer to be. A sensible dwarf would have pmed Caer, Tobin was anything but and decided to vocalise this request, his slurr a bit heavier then before.

“Surely ya not gonna be takin’ pride in drinkin’ newbs u’der da table? Let hur have this one, then drink ya bro under the table. Let ‘im have soam fun and loosen up.”

He nodded once; his eyes seemed to flick everywhere before he chuckled, in his merriment. He sighed deeply after all it was hard pretending to be intoxicated. There was a certain irony in being the least manly person around the table, since he alone hid behind the persona of dwarf.

“Once ya eaten Mab, I walk ya to ya inn, tis been a long day ‘n’ ya need ta rest.”

No, Tobin wasn’t into that, his intentions, for once was as noble as a freshly fallen snowflake. Just considering the way Kumori had been eyeing up his sister so intently this evening he wasn’t about to leave her to the lollicon. Not that he suspected anything beyond that just yet. That and being drunk was probably too much for the young lass to handle at this stage, one simply didn’t dwarf overnight.

[Johan]

Seeing the young blonde drinking combined with his own alcohol seemed to help the guardian reminisce a bit about his own child hood. Those really were some fun times. Drinking, and smoking, staying out till only god knew when. How ever managed to keep his parents in the dark about it as long as he did seemed pretty amazing to jp. Johan finished up his drink and tilted his own head back to look around the place again taking it all in. He couldn't quite remember everything from that night it was a bit of a blur to begin with. At any rate Johan listened to what others had to say and just sat quietly drinking his beverage. Sometimes just sitting and people watching was as fun as actually doing something. For now that would be all the energy Johan wanted to expend anyway. Drink and occasionally nod and chuckle would be fine. He already said probably to much anyway. Besides Manly men don't actually need to say anything just being manly was usually good enough.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 71 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 567	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

The assassin, after taking a few more glasses of scotch down, it seemed that the dwarf was ready to actually take responsibility. Yes, he had told him to loosen up, but it was difficult to. He drank a bit more than he usually did, but that was the most he would do to ‘loosen’ up. He was usually serious in group settings. He was never a party-goer, and only had the occasional drink in the real world. He was able to joke, but when there was someone he knew who couldn’t control themselves in a situation, he made sure to stay extra sharp. This meant that because Caerbannog was terrible at self-control, Ryuu was the one to make sure she kept it… well at least some of it.

Mab asked him what it was if it wasn’t lemonade. All he could do was shake his head and shrug. You would think that any person would taste the sharpness of the alcohol they drank. Well she was definitely feeling it as she couldn’t find the ability to stand correctly. He couldn’t help but chuckle and then let her do what she wished. “Make sure that steak is medium-rare… it’s a shame if anyone has it in any other fashion,” he said to the waiter. He wouldn’t take any argument from the druid, should she not like her meat bloody, but he wasn’t about to let someone waste a good cut of meat by making it Medium-Well or Well Done. If she complained, he would just shake his head and tell her to “try it before complaining.” She would be so glad that she listened, because nothing was better about a steak than when it was cooked to medium-rare.

She began passing drinks off to Mab until the dwarf slammed his glass to the table and then got up. He was unsure if this was legitimate or not. Ryuu pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Was the dwarf about to do something response-. Nope… nope he wasn’t. He instead got a different cocktail for the underage drinker to try. It seemed the dwarf was going to take Mab home. It was town, so he figured that nothing bad would happen to the druid. He wasn’t really sure what the GMs would do for sexual harassment, but regardless, the druid was still mostly safe. Besides, the dwarf wasn’t known to be perverted, save for in jest. The assassin trusted him to be a gentleman, enough to take the druid home. Ryuu looked at the samurai and simply said with his eyes, “after two more drinks, we’re leaving.” She probably wouldn’t comply, but when he said that, she knew she would have to listen. If she didn’t, Ryuu would carry her out, and we all know how the samurai doesn’t like being carried in someone’s arms.

After the two drinks had passed, the assassin would wait until Mab finished her steak. After all of this ensued, the assassin stood up after paying the bar their expenses. “Thank you for your hospitality. We will see you next time,” he said to them. He then looked at Johan. “If you ever need help doing things or simply want to hang, call us up. I’m sure one of us will be available,” he said. He waved to him and then dragged the samurai with him towards the guild house, willingly or unwillingly.