[R]Ghoul's Gold Raid [Alice, Kitty]

[Saber]

Ghoul’s Gold Raid 
In the Graveyard of the Windsor Castle lurks a terror so powerful, so frightening, and so strange that it was buried deep beneath the ground with hopes that it would never return. The tomb has been sealed for many centuries and had lay there undisturbed, forgotten. But, shortly after the Catastrophe occurred, reports of strange, vile noises near the castle began to plague the city of London. Sounds of death and curses kept many at bay, and people began to visit the Graveyard less and less, abandoning their dead. This only made things worse, as the dead have grown lonely and sad…



An NPC by the name of Hallow appeared near the Gates of London recently, and sat beside it patiently without a word to anyone. No one knew who he was, and no one knows why he is there. He does not speak when approached, he does not move when poked. He simply stares at players through the two holes in his bandaged face as if he were searching for something. That is, until he caught sight of three players. The three of them we not connected to each other at the time, but Hallow would bring them together. In the night, he found the whereabouts of the three and cast a spell on each of them. That spell would grant them access to the graveyard, and it would also act as an attractant. The three would not know it, but in a day… they would be pulled to the graveyard. There, Hallow would be waiting…

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-The souls of the Windsor Graveyard have become uneasy and something has bothered them. Many are rising up from the graves and now wander the dying fields surrounding the castle. The Adventurers are tasked with finding out way. Fight your way into the Graveyard, find the entrance to the tomb below, and descend to it. The dead will only rest when their bodies are released from the clutches of this old enemy…



Monsters to expect:

Disturbed Soul
Level : 1-5
Type: Undead
Rank: Normal
Nature: Upset/Wary
Found in: Windsor Graveyard
Weakness/Resistances: Weak [Fire, Lightning, Light], Resist [Poison, Mind], Null [Sleep]

Skills:
- Unrest: Passive. The creature is unable to rest due to something bothering it, nullifying all sleep effects.
- Bite: Bites the target at close range, dealing physical damage
- Flail: Creature flails their arms at their opponent, inflicting blunt damage.
- Spit: Spits at the target, causing poison damage. 5% chance of poisoning target.
- Scratch: Uses sharpened nails to try and wound the target. 5% chance of causing a Bleed effect.


Haunted Skeleton Soldier
Level : 1-5
Type: Undead
Rank: Normal
Nature: Wary/Angry
Found in: Windsor Graveyard
Weakness/Resistances: Weak [Fire, Lightning, Light], Resist [Poison, Mind], Null [Sleep]

Skills:
- Unrest: Passive. The creature is unable to rest due to something bothering it, nullifying all sleep effects.
- Tetanus Strike: Passive. Armed with rusted weapons, attacks by this creature have a 10% chance of causing paralysis for a short time.
- Bleeding Slash: A slashing attack which has a 5% chance of bleeding the target if struck.
- Skeletal Phalanx: Passive. 25% chance to protect oneself against a physical attack. 10% chance to completely nullify the attack.
- Anchor Howl: A loud sound wave is generated from the Soldier’s position, encompassing the surrounding 5 meters in radius. This causes movement speed away from the Soldier to lower the farther away a target is. As a result, some might attempt to make a run for it by either dashing or jumping. These two actions trigger the second part of this skill, which delivers a heavy counter to punish a retreating foe. It effectively serves as a way to maintain the enemy's attention on the Soldier. This skill has an animation time of 3 seconds, maximum duration of 10 seconds, and a cooldown of 30 seconds. If the Soldier moves from their initial position, this skill is canceled.


Unfinished Business
Level : UNKNOWN
Type: Undead
Rank: Elite
Nature: Highly Vigilant
Found in: Windsor Tomb
Weakness/Resistances: Weak [Fire, Lightning, Light], Resist [Mind, Slow], Null [Sleep, Earth, Wind, Water, Darkness, Ice, Poison]

Skills:
UNKNOWN

No information is known about the actual "Tomb Boss" so be prepared for a fierce fight should you survive the night.

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Do you believe in ghosts?

It really, really started to seem like Halloween had come early, literally. It wasn’t because the nights were getting longer or because the monsters were becoming either more aggressive or more timid. No, it was because of the fact that the creepy guy that appeared at London’s Gates was now staring at him from over a hundred meters away, through the damned forest. It was dark, the moon was full, and Saber was alone. That NPC had not been interacted with and when Saber had initially attempted to, it simply looked at him through two black holes in the bandages which covered its face. Not a word was said and Saber didn’t even hear it breathe. The man, creature, zombie-thing was only about three feet high, covered in the bandages, had raggedy clothes, and carried a torn up bag over its shoulders. It had no eyes, didn’t speak, and only looked at you with that creepy stare whenever you tried to say something to it. If that wasn’t freaky, than Saber didn’t know what was.

Now, what really REALLY wasn’t helping was the fact that the thing was standing RIGHT THERE, fifty feet away, AND NOT A SOUND WAS BEING MADE. There also wasn’t another single player or monster in sight as Saber was alone, always alone, and had just cleared the entire zone of monsters to feed his need for experience. That left one reason for that guy to be here; him, Saber. The NPC was here for Saber. That was the only explanation and it was the worst damn scenario that he could ever think of. Was he about to be kidnapped by a three-foot creature? Was it going to haunt his dreams now for the rest of his life? Was it going to end him, just out right kill him? No, please, No he had so much more to d—Wait… Wasn’t he… just a hundred meters away…?

Saber drew his swords.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to stop moving, however you’re doing it.” Saber shouted, and the little creature looked up at him from only twenty feet away. It seemed like every time Saber blinked, the thing got closer. How? He didn’t know because he couldn’t see it. It was creepy as hell and he didn’t like it, but god dammit it had to stop moving. If not, Saber might just lop its head off and send it into the fires of Mordor because sweet jesus it had no right to live… or did it?

“HOLY SH--I SAID DON’T MOVE!” Due to the dryness of his eyes, Saber had been forced to blink. When he did so, the regrettable movement happened and now the little dude was ten feet away. SWEET HOLY MOTHER OF BABY JES--

The little guy’s hands began to glow. Saber froze and clutched onto his swords for dear life.

“…What is that?” Saber motioned towards the little creature’s glowing hands. It didn’t respond but instead, looked at its own hands as it cradled a ball. A bright light began to form for a moment, and Saber eyed it hard. Though, the light only lasted for so long before it finally faded into a pitch black orb. In a very abrupt second, the orb cracked, shattered, and faded into nothing. The cracking seemed to startled the little creature and it stopped its hand motions. As the orb faded, the creature finally made a noise; it whimpered. It then tried to make another, and another, and another… but every single orb ended with the same result; a sad whimper as the object became waste. After multiple tries, the little creature finally looked up towards Saber, the dark pair of holes now filled with two dark blue orbs. Was it… sad?

“Oi…” Saber muttered and lowered his weapons. Was this thing… hurt?

“That… that doesn’t look normal.” Saber kept his weapons ready, but he was a little less uneasy now. Maybe this creature needed help?

It let out a whimper again and looked back at its hands. Very steadily, it created another light orb and then lifted it up to Saber. A moment later, and as expected, it shattered, but this time there was something in it. Saber finally put away his weapons and knelt down to the tiny being and looked at it warily. It whimpered at him from its distance, but after being prompted by the Assassin, it began to walk over. It had a bit of a hobble to its step, as if its ankles were weak. Once it was within a few feet, the creature tried to create the orb again. Saber watched it closely. As it was formed, the light was pure, gallant, and heavenly, but that was where it was cut short. An instant after its successful creation and illumination of the area, a dark cloud ripped through the inner light and shrouded it; a dark being lurked on the other side of it, looked out into the world, and then broke the orb to pieces.

“One more time…” Saber whispered to the little creature and reached his left hand out. As he did so, Saber’s body began to grow cold. As the orb was formed, the little creature placed it into Saber’s hand. Saber felt a pain shoot through his mind and his vision darkened. He sneered at the orb and growled towards it. After the light formed and the shroud began to cloud it, Saber’s mind dimmed.

“You know it, so look at it!” Saber ordered in his own mind as he felt a dark presence in his own thoughts. A deep snarl loomed in the depths of his skull. Then, the beast appeared on the other side of the orb. This time, its eyes were instantly fixed with Saber’s. The orb lasted much long this time as Saber eyed the creature on the other side and it seemed to be looking right back at him. But this time, Saber’s hand collapsed on the orb and he shattered it himself.

“That pathetic excuse for a beast dared to curse me.” A low voice in Saber’s mind echoed defiantly, snarling after it spoke. So, it wasn’t just an ordinary monster then.

“Any ideas?” The player gently placed his hand on top of the bandaged being before him and nodded curtly; it needed help. No matter who it was in this world, if they needed help, he would be there for them. Whether they were a monster or player, not everyone could handle everything alone. In cases like that, Saber was willing to put his own life forward.

“It’s an old enemy of this realm. How old, I do not know. How strong? Very, but we can handle it. Assistance may be required in reaching it, however.” The voice within Saber’s mind spoke obediently, this time around, and so Saber would wait, but he had a feeling that the little creature that was rubbing its head against his hand was smart; Saber wasn’t the only one it was going to contact.

“I will help you. Where do you need me?” As Saber asked his question, the little bandaged creature held out its old mitten hands towards the player. In them the creature cradled a little shining snowflake of sorts, and motioned for Saber to take it. However, upon touching it, the snowflake shattered and Saber was struck with some kind of status effect; Cursed. The Assassin let out a pained groan at the sight, but after further investigation, the status effect was simply an information holster; he had to defeat a creature in the Windsor Graveyard Tomb if he wanted it gone.

“The graveyard then, I see. I will be there.” With that, Saber patted the little being on the top of his head and made haste for the Castle… but he probably should have waited. Oh yes, he should have waited…

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After reaching the Castle and wandering around its premise for almost an hour, Saber finally found the Graveyard. It was placed directly behind the Castle and down some strange pathway that looked positively, absolutely, one-hundred percent, creepy as hell. It was infested with cobwebs, dead trees, and there was just no life at all period. Hell, there was even a looming mist around the player’s feet now. It was just creepy. There was no need for any of it but it was all there. What made things worse was that the full moon overhead wasn’t moving anymore; it was as if a curse had also been placed on the graveyard, not just on Saber.

“Well then…” The assassin mumbled to himself as he looked out towards the zone ahead of it. Undead creatures walked without chains as if it were normal, it wasn’t. Graves were dug open, coffins forced apart, stones overturned, and tombs were burst apart. It was both a battlefield of the undead and a breeding ground for them. They were everywhere, and it was just normal “people” walking around either; there were also soldiers walking about, armed as if they had a battle to fight. Saber sighed heavily at the thought of putting them down again, but he would probably not have a choice should they attack him.

What was even worse was that Saber could see where he needed to go, and he didn’t like how he would have to get there. Yes, it is as you guessed, reader. The entrance to the tomb Saber needed to get through was on the complete opposite side of the Graveyard. The path to reach it was straight through the middle of all the wandering zombie-people and was herded by many more. Now, getting to it was one thing. Saber couldn’t see beyond the pair of closed metal doors so seeing inside was out of the question. If this was already hell on earth, he didn’t want to know what hell itself looked like. Not yet at least. For now, he wouldn’t dare try. He had a death wish, but his will was still in the making.

With that in mind, Saber kept away from everything in that general direction. He sat down off to the side of the tiny pathway underneath a dead tree and made himself comfortable in the shadows, making himself disappear as to not disturb the already disturbed. He pulled his hood over his head, tucked his nose into his scarf, and pulled his cape around his body. He would wait for that little creature to show up before he moved. If it had shown him that it needed him here, then there was no doubt that it would be here as well… Until then, he waited.

: Post Title :
-Meeting Hallow-

: Word Count :
1778

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, kittygrey, @vrayne

: Notes :
Intro posts, go!

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[kittygrey]

Haunted

Ame felt her head hit the pillow softly and she laid there for a few moments. Before bed she always thought of the things she had seen and the adventurers she had met along the way in her recent excursions. She had had some happy memories, actually, most of them were happy, though one was not. She thought back to the man she had met, his face sticking in her mind. She took a long breath and shook her head, trying to get their battle out of her mind, but it was stuck. "I'm going to have nightmares tonight if I keep thinking about this." She sighed and turned her body so that she was laying on her left, her legs curled into her and her arms wrapped around her chest. She was afraid of the thoughts that had found their way into her mind upon their meeting. She couldn't get the feeling of the rage she had felt out of it, but that had been quite a while ago. Even still, it lurked deep down, that rage. 'Will it always be there?" The thought made her mind race further until she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the feild of flowers she often visited in the mornings, but something was different, it felt cold and she felt dismay in her bones. She looked around, not seeing anyone and tried to think about how she had gotten there. Hadn't she just been in her bed? She tilted her head and shrugged the thought off, she would have to head home as she knew the grove was always dangerous at night. She looked up at the sky as she walked and fear struck her eyes as she stopped. 'A red moon?' She felt a shiver up her spine and her ears twitched, notifying her of a presence in the distance. She found her eyes search the spots in front of her as her tail tucked itself between her legs. Something was there, something dark. She walked towards a figure in the distance, it's back turned to her. As she neared it, however, her eyes widened and she felt her breath get heavy. The assassin that she had met nights ago stood there, his back to her. "S- Saber? What are you doing here?" She looked around. This is where they had first met, where they had battled. The shiver found it's way up her spine and her skin began to crawl as she continued to walk towards him. He remained still, facing away from her. Could he not hear her calling out to him? Why was he just standing there? She neared him, every step making her feel uneasy, like something would pop out at her. What was this feeling? What was it's purpose? 'I- I must be dreaming.' She nodded her head, knowing that the thought was true. She had to keep walking, had to face him.

Soon, she found herself standing in front of the back that she knew was Saber's. She stood, staring, saying his name a few more times, but he never responded. She tilted her head in be wonderment, astonished that he hadn't turned to face her. Did he hate her now? 'No, it's a dream Ame, remember that.' Her mind fluttered and her tail suddenly became tense as she reached out her hand. It wrapped it's self around her leg, almost as if it were begging her not to touch him, but she paid it no heed. She felt her hand reach out, touching his left shoulder. It was boney, far more that she would have ever thought. It was as if he had no skin under is dressings. She took her hand away, and stepped back as the thing, who was meant to be Saber, turned around. Her eyes opened wide in shock and she let out a scream and then gasped frantically for air. The face of Saber, if the sight truly was him, was dead. He had no eyes and only bandages created the structure of a face. She backed away further, grabbing her chest. She felt as though she couldn't breath. She turned from the sight and began to run, she ran as fast as she could towards the gates of Lindonium. She was almost there, just a little more.

The scene of the gates cut out and morphed into the entrance of a graveyard. She was standing there, her eyes filled with shock as she tried to force herself to wake up. She shook her head and felt her feet shuffle back as the dead Saber appeared in her vision once more. She shook her head as she looked down to see a blade, spewing with green liquid in his hand as he formed closer to her. He wasn't walking, no, he was just appearing, then disappearing, then appearing again closer each time. She breathed heavily, finally being able to once again. She waited, and waited. She wouldn't run, she hadn't before on their first meeting, and she felt as though she couldn't now. Was she haunted by the fight they had, by the feeling of rage that she had felt towards him. She watched as his mouth moved, but he was too far from her. She took a step forward, her ears twitching. He spoke again, but again, he was too far. Then suddenly he appeared in front of her. "Save me.." The creature said. She tilted her head. Though it appeared as Saber, the voice was different. "I- I don't know how.." The creature with no eyes stared at her, but how? She shook her head and looked around, seeing the back of the Windsor Castle. "Meet me here, under the tree of decay. I'll wait for you." With that, the creature let out an awful, ear piercing shriek and Ame opened her eyes, gasping for air.

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Ame ran, the cold night's breeze taking over her slim body. She shivered as she ran, running towards the place she had seen in her nightmare, no, perhaps, vision? Whatever it was, she felt compelled to go there, to save Saber. No, it wasn't Saber who needed her help, it was someone, something else. She breathed heavily as she continued to run, finally reaching the gates of the graveyard. She looked around, looking for the dead tree that the creature had told her to meet him at. She couldn't see it, not now, because she was looking directly into the graveyard. She saw the figures of zombies of all sorts, walking around the graves. She felt her eyes widen, unable to take them off of the sight. "What.. What is this?" She hadn't seen the sight of this in her dream. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, and once again began to look for the tree she had seen. Finally, she saw the tips of an old, dead tree, and she raced towards it, wondering what would be meeting her there. Sure, she was scared, practically to death, but she had learned that running, only made it worse.

As she arrived at the tree, she saw a figure sitting underneath and her eyes widened. She breathed heavily and made her way towards it. It's back was faced to her, almost like in her dream, the figure of Saber that had appeared, only, he was sitting this time. She almost half expected the thing to move, regaining it's disappearing act, but it remained still. 'Could it actually be him, this time?' She really hoped so. She moved closer, finding her way around the tree and stood in front of him, looking down. She let out a long, relieved sigh and dropped to her knees. "You- You aren't dead." She stared at him for a few moments, just to make sure she was, indeed, seeing the real Saber. She reached out her hand, her eyes holding her nervous feeling. Her hand headed towards his face, she just wanted to make sure, make sure that he was real. If he didn't swat her hand away from him, she would pinch his cheek and wait for him to speak to her. Sure, the scene was a strange one, but she had to know, had to make sure he was the real deal.

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1393

- Tags -
Saber, @vrayne

- Skills Used -
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- Notes -
Muahahaha! Let me pinch your cheeks XD

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Deleted]

half-alv sorcerer.

Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. Her legs were already too weak for her to continue running and her lungs felt as though it was being squeezed, burning in a desperate need of air that left the poor green-haired panting as she halted for a second, just for a quick second to catch her breath and rest her legs, hands resting on her knees as she slightly bent down, completely drained from trying to outrun the number of aggressive mobs chasing after her. She was a fool, an utter fool for having lost track of where she was going, thinking that it wouldn’t hurt to walk around the fields for once without the need of making a map for herself and oh how terribly wrong she was.

Not even thirty second passes by and she finds herself running again, the large number of monsters already on their way to attack her and she couldn’t help but think, “Why me?” Surely she wasn’t the only player out in the field in the middle of the night. Surely she wasn’t the only player who caught the monsters’ attentions yet they chose her. Somehow, for a reason she doesn’t even know, they started running towards her even though she hadn’t even done anything wrong aside from stepping one dead leaf on the ground. Was that it? Was the leaf that sacred that it angered all the monsters on the field? Vrayne continued to hiss curses coupled with groans as she felt her knees grow weak again. Damn it. She wasn’t much of an athlete at all, both in real life and in Elder Tale and she could already see herself being tackled down by a wild boar or something, ready to send her back to the cathedral with the last laugh being theirs and she hated it. Curse all of the aggressive monsters! Curse herself for being stupid enough to enter a high-level area – was it even for high levels?

A boar’s wail echoed all too close to her ears and Vrayne knew that that was it. Her death was going to come, eyes shutting close tightly despite her legs still dragging herself forward, lips pursed tightly together to keep herself from screaming out pathetically for when she will be hit by an attack… But it never came, and silence filled the air instead minus her heavy panting.

❝W-What..?❞ With wide dark orbs, the sorcerer turned around to see what happened, eyes growing wider as she witnessed a cloaked figure standing not far from where she stood, in its hand a single sword dripping with blood and the many monsters that were after her on the ground, unconscious, but still with a few health left. Perhaps the man was going to use the boars for ingredients, Vrayne isn’t really so sure, but he had saved her and she knows that she owed him her life.

❝With this, I have saved you.❞ A distorted voice came, though it didn’t seem to be from the male as it echoed instead all throughout the dark fields. Vrayne’s head quickly whipped from one side to the other, searching for the source of the voice only to find herself alone with the mysterious man. He turned around to face her, and she ends up taking a step back out of instinct. ❝And with this, you are obligated to fulfill me one wish.❞ The girl’s lips parted to protest – was that how things worked in this game now? Saved a life and you get a reward in exchange? The scribe wasn’t being ungrateful, no, but with her as she is now, she doubted she could really do much for the guy. But before she could even utter a word, the male disappeared for a millisecond only to reappear just a few feet before her. She ends up letting out another curse, probably her hundredth already, almost tripping on her own foot as she took another step back. ❝You have no choice,❞ the man spoke once again. The voice as distorted as ever. And it was only then that Vrayne finally noticed the oddities about him. He had no name. No life bar. Nothing. As though he isn’t even there to begin with. ❝Walk straight from here, they are waiting for you. Go against my words and you will meet the same fate as the monsters from before.❞

And once again, he was gone. Like a soap bubble given the chance to float in the air, popping into nothingness the moment it detached itself from the soap. Sudden, out of nowhere, unpredictable.
He never reappeared.

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Doing as what the man had told her to do made Vrayne feel a bit stupid, kicking rocks to delay her arrival to wherever with her feet just walking forward. The event from earlier was forever embedded on her mind now; the strange man’s voice, how it was too dark beneath his hood for her to even see his face, the bloodied sword – everything and the thought of possibly meeting him again should she disobey his wishes, thus why she is there now, her sneakers scuffing against the muddy ground as her pace slowed down to a stop after catching sight of what seemed to be an abandoned castle.

❝So this was what he was talking about?❞ She mumbled to herself, hands shoving inside her pockets and her head turning from left to right to check whether someone was there to greet her. He did say that they were waiting for her, after all, whoever they were. The sorcerer caught sight of something else instead in her halfhearted search. From a distance, it looked as though it was some old man struggling to walk forward to hide behind the abandoned building and Vrayne ends up tailing behind ‘him’, thinking that ‘he’ was a part of the they the stranger from earlier mentioned. However, she was greeted with a not so wonderful surprise instead once she had entered the gates towards what seemed to be a graveyard, her deep, dark eyes growing wide once again at the sight before her. Graves dug up, skeletons walking out in the open. Was this some sort of Halloween event? Cold sweat trickled down her cheek, steps turning more cautious as she entered the eerie zone taking note this time to avoid stepping anything that could make a sound to keep the skeletons and moving corpses from noticing her.

❝They.❞ Vrayne reminded herself, looking around through the darkness once more in search for someone, anyone who could explain to her whatever was happening. And finally, she does find them. Two people sitting down underneath a dead tree, in what seemed to be a lovey-dovey mood what with the blonde touching the other person’s face. ❝Disgusting,❞ she muttered, pulling her purple hood up to cover her green hair before approaching the two. ❝Are you two the ‘they’ he spoke of?❞

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tagged: Saber, kittygrey 

word count: 1150 

notes: in which Vrayne mistakes the two as a thing.

xxx

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

How long he had been waiting was a mystery, but Saber had not wasted a second while he was sitting there under the tree. Most players would have most likely busied themselves with staring off aimlessly, sleeping, messaging friends, or toying with their gear. For Saber, there was no such thing. He stood not ten feet from the gate to hell’s highway and there were dozens of strange creatures beyond that gate. Those creatures were mysteries to Saber and that had made him curious. How did they think, if they did? How did they deal with one another? Were they solo creatures or did they attack in groups? What skills did they have? Did the creatures have any weaknesses to exploit? Did they have strengths that he would have to be careful of? And most of all; where was the field boss?

Out of everything he saw, Saber could not find the designated “Boss” of the field in front of him. That bothered him a little (not really it was seriously bothering him to no end), but it was well placed. If Saber assaulted the graveyard, he had a feeling everything and its grandmother would come out to get him and said things would come at him with the intent of making him join them. The leader of the little minions would be included in that sudden onslaught. Yet, that leader was nowhere to be seen or heard. It was frightening to think that it could be the ambush-type of creature, and not knowing when it would make its appearance disturbed Saber even more than it just not being visible. He wanted to get into the tomb with as little problems as possible, but dealing with an invisible monster was more than a little problem.

That aside, the monsters in the graveyard weren’t exactly going to be easy to get rid of even for him. Why? Because they weren’t wandering. Those things were looking at him and were steadily moving closer to the gate, but it was a very subtle change. So subtle that Saber almost never realized it. And he never would have if one of the soldier creatures didn’t stare at him for longer than three seconds during one of its turns. Those creatures knew he was there, underneath that tree, even when he pretty much blended in with the tree. They sense his presence and they were looking towards him. They may have not been looking right at him, but some of them were looking in his general direction. These things weren’t dead. Not anymore, and whatever brought them back wasn’t going to be easy to bury.

However, that knowledge didn’t deter Saber. Sure, it made him think twice about what he was about to do, but he was here and that curse status effect wasn’t going to go away if he did leave. It would most likely linger there, on the corner of his display, unchanging, unmoving… forever. The thought of that stupid thing hovering in front of his face, for the rest of eternity, already annoyed him and it had only been a few hours. Just imagining it being there for longer than three days made Saber sigh. Talk about bad luck…

Saber had such bad luck that it seemed to be time for the next victim of the little bandaged creature’s games to appear, said victim was probably the last person he also wished to see, but he didn’t know that yet because that person was out of sight. Said person was running, and said person was an idiot for doing so. However, said person also probably didn’t know that there was a herd of undead right around the corner so Saber gave them the benefit of the doubt, and he would do so until that person drew the hate of everything within the gates. If they did that, Saber would be sure to throw a stick between their ankles and watch them be devoured like the idiot they were. But that won’t happen… What Saber wants never happens.

And it didn’t because the idiot that was running was the Foxtail, Kittygrey or whatever her name was. Yes, that same damned blonde Fox whom had sent Saber off the deep end because of her stupid question; are you lonely? (See Battle For the Thighs for more details because lazy). All Saber had to see was the woman’s backside and blonde hair. The moment he did, the Assassin let out a stale groan and then tucked his face beneath his scarf and pulled his hood down more until almost all of his face was covered. After that, he slid against the tree in an attempt to hide. Saber wanted it to work and really hoped that woman had arrived here by accident, but no. No she walked right over to him and through the slit in his clothes, Saber watched the busty female adventurer walk in front of him and then kneel down. She even had the guts to question if he was alive. The hell? Is she really th----blonde. She was blonde, that was a good enough answer.

Then she stared to reach for him… The man had the right mind to cut off her hand, but he would toy with her instead. With his eyes closed almost all the way, except for a little bit so he could still see, Saber watched the woman reach towards his face… until her hand was too close for comfort. At that moment, Saber’s right hand shot up and he gripped onto her thin wrist. His left hand reached up and put two fingers into the woman’s neck, mostly to show that he could have cut her neck but to also scare her. Oh he loved doing that.

“Don’t touch me. No I’m not dead.” A low growl followed by a sneer escaped Saber’s lips. After he finished speaking, he released the blonde and lifted himself to his feet. Great, it seemed Hallow had a sense of humor. If this woman was here, that little devil was probably screwing with him. Thankfully, there was a third person on the way. Said person was an unfamiliar face, but that was a good thing. Saber was probably going to need a shield to protect him from the blonde that was in front of him. If he didn’t, the Assassin would probably either throw the blonde at the creatures like a piece of food, or he would humiliate her and leave her here. Saber, you should take a chill pill.

“She called me lonely and tried to relate herself to me.” You just assaulted her with your mind. Do you not know what “fade-to-black” is?

“Fade to black only counts if there’s nudity.” THAT ISN’T AN EXCUSE, DAMMIT!

ANYWAY, the new face turned out to be… another woman. Sweet jesus there are too many women here, but that’s okay, Saber is too much of a dumbass anyways. MOVING ON, this woman was an interesting type. She actually came from one side of the graveyard, and made her way safely to the location of where Saber was resting and where the blonde had oh so rudely invaded. The woman had also gone through the trouble of pulling her hood up, much like Saber did whenever he went anywhere. Except, his hood was always up and his scarf was always covering his face. Though, her words were far more interesting than her appearance… Who was “he”? And who was “they”? Saber expected her to say Hallow’s name. Come to think of it, Kitty had not said his name either… why?

“If you were approached by something out of a horror movie, then yes. Yes we are. However, I have a feeling you were bothered by something different than what I was bothered by.” As he spoke to the new face, Saber’s eyes examined her. It didn’t come as a surprise when he didn’t see her covered with weapons, but he wasn’t surprised by much anymore. Not even the appearance of the blonde surprised him too much… Speaking of whom…

“Same for you.” The Assassin reached over and chopped the blonde on the top of her head with the bottom of his hand, but he did so without much force as to not kill her, yet.

“Did either of you see anyone else on the way in?” The Assassin glanced over his shoulder to his right and looked down the path, searching for any additional people who may have been also on their way. He didn’t see any so if his guess was correct, these two women would be the only other players going with him. That was fantastic. Three people to take on a small army; Hallow was a genius, if he was truly the one who went around and notified all three people. If he wasn’t, than Saber was a little concerned. If Hallow was just an NPC who went and retrieved one player, with the intent of only that player going… than who called in the other two?

“Lock it down.” A light exhale escaped Saber’s lungs and came out as a bit of a huff. With that, he looked back towards the other two women.

“It doesn’t matter. If there’s others, they’ll catch up. I would rather spend as little time here as possible. Do either of you need a minute before we get started?” Being the type of player he was, Saber was armed to the teeth under his cloak and was always ready for combat. There would be no menu tapping or weapon summoning for him unless he needed his bow, but he had a feeling he would not need that. At least not for now. The enemies they would initially be facing were the more… direct… type of enemies and if he used his bow, he would most likely be overrun. That would be a bad thing, even for a level sixty like himself. He could take on an armada of lower level creatures and deal with their miniscule damage, but they would wear him down very quickly if he wasn’t careful…

: Post Title :
-Grouping up-

: Word Count :
1686

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, kittygrey, @vrayne

: Notes :
We are all here, one more round before we go in.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[kittygrey]

Ever so Thoughtful

Did he think she wanted to be there? Did he honestly try to play with her, in the situation they were in? What the hell was he thinking? The answers, probably, definitely and who the hell knew!! Ame shook her head and and gave him the glare she seemed to constantly have plastered on her face when speaking with the guy. As he grabbed her hand, putting his other one to her neck, she grabbed her hand back and made her eyes slit in the process. "Nice to see you too, jerk." She whispered the last word though she knew that he could hear her. She let out a sigh and stood up. 'It just had to be this guy, right? Why must you play around with me world..' She felt her heart sink at her thoughts. She was a different person when he was around and not the type that she wanted to be either. She let out a long, annoyed sigh, but turned as she heard a new voice. Oh no, another girl for Saber to harass? Hopefully she wouldn't get on his bad side like she had, maybe he'll be nice to her.

She shrugged her shoulders to her question, and then looked to Saber as he spoke with a tilt of her head, then sending a glare his way as he booped her on the head. 'What is his deal?' She looked over to him, figuring she should tell him. "Technically, you brought me here. I- For a moment, she didn't want to continue. He was going to take this way out of proportion, but she continued. "I saw you in my dream and you told me to come here, but, it wasn't you, it was a dead you. It was freaky as hell.." She felt shivers run up her spine as she thought about his face. She shook the image out of her head and looked to the girl, holding out her hand. "I'm KittyGrey, but please feel free to just call me Kitty. This guy over here is Saber, but be careful about what you say around him, he gets a little edgy." She giggled lightly and then looked over to him, hoping to see his aura darken as it had before. She didn't know why, but since she had seen him get so upset before, she wanted to tease him. But then again, when she had first met up with him again, he had been the one doing the teasing. Dammit, this guy was always a step ahead of her, and for some reason, it seriously bugged her. She wanted to be the scary one, the one to make his skin crawl, but that would never happen, she just wasn't that evil. Even still, she could make him squirm, in her own way. Oh god, he was rubbing off on her, not literally, thank the heavens, but still, it wasn't a good thing.. She's a cleric for heavens sake!! She was meant to be a holy being, not some creep assassin. And what the heck did he mean by humiliate? (even though she hadn't actually heard that part >.>) Anyways, she shook her head and then looked towards the graveyard.

She didn't know if the other two were aware, but, the zombie, skeleton creatures were, slowly, moving towards them. As she heard Saber speak again she opened her interface. She let out a soft sigh and equipped her staff. She had meant to purchase a new one, but had failed, wanting an original piece. She was supposed to get it done tomorrow, too bad she had decided to wait a day because she was running off her same old starter staff. "Do you have any mana potions?" She looked to the girl known as VRayne. "If not, I have a few." If it truly came down to it and her mana was low and they had no more potions, she had some food for both mana and health, and a new creature that could also heal as well as deal damage, but would it be enough? Not to mention, VRayne was still only level one. They would have to be very careful with the way that they did things, or their little adventure would go south sooner than expected. Once again she skimmed the scene. Skeletons, rotted skinned creatures, but, no field boss. She felt her eyes widen and she found her eyes become fixed with the mausoleum across the field.

She felt her hand lift as she pointed to it. "That's where we need to go." She didn't know how she knew that, seeing as only Saber had been told such a thing, but she felt it. "I feel a great presence from within." Okay, so, that's how she knew, she could feel it, much like she could feel the disturbed creatures pain and the slightly aggressive annoyed feeling coming off of Saber when she had first arrived. She really did feel bad for their encounter, wishing that she could start over their meeting, and take back the things she had said, but it was finished and done with and their relationship would probably never allow them to be friends, especially because he didn't like having friends or something. She wanted to sigh, but didn't, and she wouldn't tell him her thoughts either, but she actually thought that he was kind of nice, though even her own inner thoughts thought she was nuts for thinking such a thing. She looked to Saber, as he was the highest level and pursed her lips. "Not that I'll like this, but, you got a plan, boss?" This was her idea of letting him know that he was in charge, even though she was sure he already knew that he would be and she really hated that she had added the word boss at the end. She didn't want him getting any creepy ideas from her saying that. She kept looking at him and waited for him to execute some sort of plan that she was hoping that he had.

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- Notes -
Must you be so cold towards me always >.> -shakes head-

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Deleted]

♛

The city of London had continued to grow with the vast majority of the players leaving and returning from long journeys and adventures with their fellow guild members. Their riches gained from the dozens of monsters they've vanquished and the treasures they've plundered, Alice felt a bit of anguish seeing as she's still hasn't even gone past the outside borders of London. She'd strode off in her lonesome, with her blade strapped to the back of her waist, clanking with ever step she took as she walked around throughout London. Most of the players that walked on the same path walked in the opposite direction, leading into the city, whereas she walked toward the city gates leading to the outskirts and into the forests. She'd stop by some lone players, to ask if there had been in any increase of activity throughout the monsters that laid in wait in the forest areas but uneventfully nothing had changed, as well as some knowledge of items and the increases or decrease in profit to some items that have been increased in productivity. Something she usually does every now and again to keep track of whats happening within London. When a sudden dark chill creased down her spine. Looking around she'd catch a pair of red piercing eyes coming from a dark alley but with just a blink they'd vanish. She'd squint hard trying to see if she can find anything that resembled a person but it was to dark to tell.

She shrugged it off, assuming that it was nothing. There are a lot of creepy people residing in these walls but that was only normal, with so many different personalities that it wouldn't be that unbelievable for someone to sneak around keeping tabs on people let alone the more newer members of the game. She continued forward with the scenery of the area growing darker with ever step she took, the amount of players that were around the area lessened as well. She'd slow her pace as she walked and watched as a ragged bandaged person would walk across the path before her, turning it's head toward her the piercing gaze struck her again, stopping her movement entirely before it disappeared once again. She grew tired of these games, as she scowled a bit before continuing onward to the gates. Walking past the gate she'd look around and find the same person sitting beside the gate in his lonesome, with it's head down.

Alice would walk toward him, crouching downward to get a better view them, before starting to prod him with a stick she found nearby. He didn't react, let alone move an inch in any direction. She'd move more toward the front of the person, staring at his bandages and the way he sat, nothing special as his legs were crossed and his hands held together. With that he looked up with his piercing gaze once more before lifting his hand up pointing toward her. She was so surprised and scared that she subconsciously looked behind her, thinking that something would be behind her and in a sense there was. The area had changed entirely, the ground seemed dead and the trees in the surrounding area were dead and limp, with little or no leaves hanging on the branches. She'd rush around to see that the man in bandages was gone, only to be replaced with a tombstone. "It must of been an dungeon instance or entrance" or so she thought as she talked to herself within the darkness, insinuating that she'd been teleported to a new area, in this case she was only teleported from the front of the gate back to another area that seemed similar to the Windsor forest, with its ghastly appearance. The NPC had disappeared probably back to it's original location to help other players locate the quests main area.

She let out a sigh, seeing as she was all alone for the most part, with the an NPC who helped her toward the quest, some common sense would lead to the conclusion that he went back for more, maybe to group them together and seeing as she was still at a very low level, she really hopes that is the case. She'd keep her hand on the hilt of her blade as she started to walk past the tombstone onward past the graveyard itself, placing her hand upon the stone itself feeling a bit of remorse even if the stone represented the death of something created within the game. The surrounding area was filled with different types of monsters and some were still coming out from under the ground, as to the horror theme of the area. She was summoned within the graveyard itself, beyond the tombstone she found, dozens of others were placed behind it, with their graves dug up and foot prints leading in different directions. She didn't know the map of the area so going any farther from this point could get her lost. In one direction there was a large castle that had a menacing aura that surrounded it, as bats would fly out from one of the upper windows. With a crack coming from one of the dead trees nearby, as a skeleton pulled himself forward with on hand on the tree itself. It's mouth hung open and a blade held in it's other hand, staring down Alice as she stood there alone in plain sight.

She couldn't see if there were any others behind it but she wasn't going to stand around and find out. She started to run toward the nearest path upward, releasing her hand from the hilt of the blade. The skeleton would tilt it's head before clanking around a bit, griping it's hand onto the blade before rushing right behind her. Alice slowed down a bit every few seconds to see if she can find anything that portrayed as another player either scanning the area too or at least facing off some other monsters that she can join.The theme of this area was more and more horrific as she walked passed the dead trees and the mucky dirt that tracked onto her shoes. The mysterious haze as she squinted her eyes to look further into the area would cloud anything past the dead trees. With a crashing sound of a blade piercing though dead wood, with the skeleton following close behind her. It's foot fell beneath the dirt, tripping itself breaking it's foot from it's ankle. From her point of view it looked more cute then dangerous as she watched it struggled to dig it's foot from the ground, but with something like that she had no choice but to use it to her advantage and get away, not knowing how far off are other monsters are from their position.

Walking by her lonesome, she was looking for a higher position, nearest to the graveyard. That's the most logical position for any player to place themselves in an area such as this, with a nice view of the area as well as monsters position and other players. Probably the reason why she hasn't seen any others in the surrounding areas as well. Upon the hill, there rested a large arching tree that looked like a skeletal hand, from far away it seemed pretty horrific, like if you get close to it, that it'd grab you right from behind you before crushing you in it's grip. Slowly but surely she'd make her way toward the tree itself, she can see humanoid silhouettes close to the tree itself, they seemed to be chatting about something toward each other, Alice was to far from their position to hear what they were saying but at least she wasn't alone from here on out.

"Oi! Are you two the only ones here?" Alice would shout out toward the two in a concern tone, with her hands by her mouth. With that she jogged the rest of the way there until she stopped right in front of them. "I was brought here by some creepy NPC, but he left me in the graveyard not far from here. Was he insinuated with a quest?" She asked in a curious tone. The NPC never actually spoke and just sent here without some sort of "flavor text" or description of whats happening within this area, hopefully one of these two knows whats happening. Looking at them both their names and classes were shown above their heads, a Sin and a Clerc. They seem to know each other from their postures and one of them had a reddish spot on their head that looked like that something struck them on the head.

1450 | kittygrey, Saber | Intro Post

❖ nox ❖

[Saber]

<<OOC: With Vrayne leaving the site, I made the character disappear. Feel free to interact with one another for a few moments but I just went ahead and started the thing so we don't have to wait any longer. With that start of the Raid, I will be keeping up with it more than I have been previously.>>

<<If you have -any- questions, message me in a PM. Not the CBox. I say PM so you have it on record and can look back on it whenever you wish.>>


<<Good luck to us all.>>

Do you believe in ghosts?

The area distorted for a moment in front of Saber, and the man’s eyes twitched as he watched the sight in front of him. As Kitty was equipping her staff beside him, Saber was forced to stare at the scene of a slightly grotesque moment. That player, Vraye, seemed to flicker in front of his eyes. Her hooded face twitched, her eyes became red orbs, and then her entire just… vanished. For a moment, Saber stood there, quiet. His mind attempted to process the scene as something logical, but there was nothing logical about that. A player, and actual player, had come out of the graveyard and was talking to them. She was there, a living real player, with an interface and all… and now she was gone. The Assassin was extremely confused at the sight and as much as he didn’t want to, because getting close to the other female would probably lead to a bit of a disturbing end, Saber placed his hand on Kitty’s shoulder and shook her in order to get her attention.

“Uh… Hey… You see that…?” Saber nodded towards where Vrayne was supposed to be standing, and then looked towards the ground. There was nothing there now, an emptiness. Well, that was until Saber took a step forward. As he did so, he felt a chill run down his spine. The grip he had on Kitty’s shoulder increased and the man’s teeth became exposed underneath his scarf. Much like a guard dog would have reacted when defending its owner from a vile presence; Saber began to snarl and stared down the darkness ahead of him. This place… This place was going to be a serious pain in his arse. He had not even stepped through the main gate yet and he was already getting pissed off. It seemed he was starting to get a low tolerance for this crap. The game had been messing with him a lot recently so it was probably a good thing.

Just after Vrayne vanished, the sound of something else approaching caught the Assassin’s attention. His eyes snapped to the right towards the opposite side of the forest in the direction of the graveyard and his free hand fell on the hilt of one of his swords. At the same moment, he released Kitty’s shoulder and moved to stand in front of her. As his eyes scanned the zone, he fell silent and waited. The footsteps were heavy and scattered, but seemed to be coming closer. The forest didn’t help with allowing him to narrow down the location either, and that put the man even more on edge. If he could, Saber probably would have burned the entire forest to the ground in order to ensure his own personal safety, physically and mentally. If the game was going to play horror games with him, he was going to show it the real meaning of horror. But damn, why was he getting the attention of this? All he wanted to do was freaking sip tea, read his books, and kill things occasionally.

“What…?” Just off in the distance, close to where Vrayne had come from, there was another figure quickly approaching where he and Kitty were standing. Knowing that, he was put even more on edge. Was this another attempt by the game to toy with him? Saber squeezed down on the hilt of his sword and pulled it free slightly, a few inches of the metallic blade sliding free. He was about to pull even more of it free, but then the figure in the distance called out to them; a female voice, again. Saber sucked his teeth at the sound and pushed his blade back into its sheath. As he did so, he stepped back from in front of Kitty, but he continued to eye the woman as she approached.

“I’m getting’ real sick of this…” Saber muttered to himself, but just loud enough so Kitty could also here the agitation in his voice. Without looking at her though, he turned and began to walk towards the approaching woman as well as the graveyard. Neither would very far off, and judging by the other player’s pace, they would meet in the middle. Saber didn’t want to waste anymore time so he elected to push some of the formalities aside, at least those from himself. From how enthusiastic she was about introducing herself and him to the previous person, Kitty would probably do the talking for him. Still, that didn’t mean he would be completely silent. As he approached the new face, and was in casual talking range, he greeted her. Although not in the orthodox way of saying “hello, how are you?” Instead…

“We were. There was a third, but this game seems to enjoy screwing with people. Welcome to the party. Don’t turn into a ghost.” Saber spat and strode passed the woman. He pulled out both of his swords and pushed his cloak out of the path of his arms, exposing his body for a moment as he prepared himself. Without stopping, Saber walked right up to the graveyard’s front gate. It was closed and the rusted doors were actually chained together, which was probably the only thing keeping the horde inside, but it was also the only thing keeping Saber out.

“Messing with me was your first mistake…” With a hard swing, Saber sliced the chains and caused the seal to break with a bright flash. As the iron chains fell from their place, unlocking the gates, Saber lifted his knee to his chest and then forced the aged iron gate open with a harsh kick. The rusted doors swung wide and slammed against their restrains, but the rusted hinges survived for only a moment before bursting. The doors dropped to the ground and became wedged in their open positions.

“I hope you two are ready.” Saber called out, as the entire Graveyard paused for a moment. From the sight of their door being kicked in, it seemed like the skeletons were now regretting their decision. They should be.

“I’m gonna use your skulls as drinking cups…” Saber exclaimed through barred teeth and took the first step into the graveyard, twirling his twin Xiphos swords as he did so. The instant his first footfall landed inside the Raid zone, the instance was initiated and his on-screen menu flickered. An automatic party was created and all three players were placed into it, each being given a label of “RAID”. What he also noticed was that he lost the ability to access his ‘Call to Home’ skill; which meant that the only way out was probably by dying or success. Just thinking about that made him worry, and not about himself. His fellow members were level 25 and 1. They were also both mages. Those two pieces of information were enough for Saber to know that he would need to play a hybrid role; seventy percent defense with a thirty percent offense. His focus would be on survival and protection, but he would also have to attack with enough momentum to keep things moving forward. In addition, he would have to operate in tangent with the level one Sorceror to maximize her skill efficiency. To keep the stress on his Cleric down, Saber would also have to make sure he didn’t take a lot of damage. However, as the entire graveyard began to encroach on the party, getting out of this unscathed would be impossible.

“Well shit.” The Assassin grumbled and sheathed his swords, quickly summoning his bow and arrows from his inventory. Rather than swan dive into the mass, picking off a few would probably be the best option. With that in mind, he leveled his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the closest foe. The instant he had his shot lined up, he released. The arrow soared through the air and struck the zombie in its skull, dealing enough critical damage to cause it to stagger. A second shot went through its throat. Blood splattered and leaked out from both impact points, and the undead being fell to the ground. Mid-fall, it burst into a glittering mess.

“Until they get too close, stick to long-range spells. Aim for the upper torso and head for the most damage, but hit their knees and lower legs to slow them down. Leave the soldiers with the shields for later. Target lower level enemies and use AOEs if you got them. Keep your aggro levels low and spread out your damage. I want them on me, not you two.” As he spoke, Saber rifled off another four shots. Each shot struck separate enemies. Two enemies lost one of their knee caps as arrows pierced their knees, while the other two lost the ability to breathe due to the arrows now sticking through their necks. Saber sucked his teeth and quickly nocked another arrow. Well, this was going to be interesting…

: Post Title :
-Template-

: Word Count :
1492

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, kittygrey, @saiichi

: Notes :
Raid Start. Message if you have questions.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[kittygrey]

Is It Halloween Already?!

If it wasn't bad enough that she was already freaked out to the max, she had to watch VRayne, their new companion, distort and disappear like she had never been there. She had been equipping her staff, but the moment she saw glows of red appear, she had looked and watched the girl dissipate into nothingness. Then, to add to it, Saber began to shake her, asking her if she had seen it. She was still staring at the spot, fear froze her into place, but she managed to look over to Saber, who made her more fearful as even he seemed to be freaked out. She nodded her head slowly, her face filling with worry and suddenly, she felt like she needed a hug. She, of course, wouldn't dare ask the assassin before her, as he would probably stab her for asking him such a thing. She tightened her grip on her staff and breathed deeply, feeling his grip on her shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the fear fall from her and then re-opened them. She licked her lips and looked to the spot where the sorcerer had been only moments ago and then whispered, "I saw it." She wondered what had happened to her, would they ever see her again. She looked back to Saber and felt her tongue touch her lips once more. Suddenly, she felt very pasty in the mouth area and she wanted nothing more than to leave the creepy place behind, but then, a vision flashed in her mind and Saber's face became that of the dead one she had seen in her nightmare. She blinked rapidly, knowing he would probably think of her as more of a freak, but when she looked again, he was back to normal. "Let's just get this over with." She sighed, looking away from him.

Soon, she felt his hand leave her shoulder and he stepped out in front of her. Her ears twitched as she heard rapid footsteps coming towards them and she turned, taking a step forwards and reached out her hand, gripping onto the back of Saber's cloak. She eyed the area, as she knew he was doing and waited for the footsteps to close in on them. She felt her breathing become hard and she felt a shiver down her spine, but the moment that she heard a girl's voice, she sighed and let go of the cloak. Why was she always in the middle of these games? What the hell was this world trying to prove to her by throwing her in the middle of something so frightening, and with Saber of all people. Sure, she vowed to be there for him, whether he wanted it or not, not most of the time probably, but when in the hell did the world decide to throw them together like this?! The whole thing confused her to no end, but what could she do, nothing, nothing but push forward and stay alive to succeed this strange quest. Ame shook her head and watched Saber move behind her out of her peripherals as the girl approached and spoke. She looked back at Saber with a nod, agreeing with him, not because of the new arrival, but because of the complete mind F* they were receiving here today. She turned her attention back to the girl, Alice, her tail swaying lightly behind her, cautious, but curious and gave her a smile and a nod. Saber was the first to speak and she nodded again in agreement. It was strange the the NPC had sent them here, and another Sorcerer no less. She put out her hand as an invitation to meet and said, "We don't really know why we're here, but whatever the reason, we need to stick together. I'm Kitty, this is Saber." She pushed her head towards him as she said his name and waited for the Sorcerer to shake her hand, if she wanted to.

When their introduction was complete, Ame would watch as Saber broke the chains on the gate leading into the graveyard. He kicked it open with force and for some reason, the scene made her blush with a small smile attached to it. She quickly turned her head away from the on lookers and waited a moment for her flushed face to vanish, becoming hard as she looked back. "Ready!" Her voice wasn't loud, but she was excited to get this started and anticipated finishing this quest quickly. She looked to Alice, hoping that she was ready as well and followed Saber into the graveyard. Upon stepping in, a party was activated and she let out a quiet groan. Well, they were in it for good as the party icon showed a raid. There was no way out, other than death or completion, and she was sure as hell that she wasn't going to die in here, not if she could help it. As she heard Saber speak she nodded and again, tightened her grip on her staff. "Right!" She exclaimed and turned her head to Alice. "I have mana potions if you need them, so let me know when your mana is low." She smiled to the girl and then looked towards the scene. Their presence was highly known as pretty much every skeleton zombie was headed in their direction. She licked her lips, feeling the anticipation for battle and decided to take her first swing. She would have to be careful with her own mana, as the potions would do her no good. She wished that she had brought Mamori along for extra help with healing, but then again, she was happy that she hadn't. She stood firmly and shifted her staff slightly, calling upon her skill. Soon, a glowing golden spear would raise above her head and she eyed the target directly in front of Saber, letting it go with force. She hit the creature's head and watched as it dissipated into nothingness, much like VRayne had. She then noticed that the one behind it had been hit in the chest, and now had a large hole allowing anyone to see straight through it. She smirked and checked her mana. It had only taken a small amount of it, but she held back. For now, unless they absolutely needed it, she would wait. "You guys give the most damage, I'll hold back and strike when my mana is full again. We can't risk the healer running out of mana, now can we." She let out a soft giggle and the raised her brow. Sure, she was afraid before, but it seemed that she was becoming more comfortable with battle, to the point where she was even beginning to enjoy it. She was a strange fox indeed.

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Saber, @saiichi

- Skills Used -
[Martyr Spear]

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Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey