Gathering the Raid Members! [Closed]

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

It was at a tree stump next to the Golden Square that a lone Human Swashbuckler sat, waiting for something, or someone, to join him. A few days ago, he had put up posters advertising a need for members to form a party to take on the 「Windsor Castle Dungeon Raid」. Being the unsociable person that he was, he had not the vast number of contacts some of the more popular people like the Samurai Caerbannog had, so he had to resort to such measures to actually partake in a Raid himself.

The Golden Square was one of the many squares an Adventurer could hang out in, the damaged statue of a long forgotten person smack right in the middle. The ruined buildings in the square were likely still home to some of those who could not face their new reality and were huddled in one of the rooms, terrified, hungry, exhausted and most importantly, lonely, with no one to guide them out of the hole they had dug themselves in.

He had no idea why he had chosen such a place to meet the people who would be willing to follow him into the depths of the Windsor Castle to fight, nor had he any idea of the kinds of people who was going to show up.

He began to worry. What if a party of Shamans turned out? Or even worst, a party of Enchanters? He was not exactly 'well-known' in the city; he did not even know who would bother to come, or what levels they had, or even what kinds of people would come. He shuddered to think of having someone on the team who would backstab them at their weakest moment.

That said, the appointed time was in ten minutes. If anyone was coming, they would be likely to turn up soon, or not at all.

For a brief moment, he wondered what would happened if he did not have enough members. What would he do? Try to recruit lone people who may not even be willing to fight? That was the problem with simply putting up requests all over Londinium. You never knew what you might get, much like sticking your hand into a mystery bag and getting either the things you want or the things you didn't want. In this case, even if he got terrible team mates, he could not very well just ask them to leave. Especially if they had not enough manpower, or lacked a certain role.

If it were up to him, he'd want to have a relatively balanced team.

Given the size constraints on the party, the least he could ask for was a Healer, a Tank and a DPS, leaving the last role to be filled by either an extra one of those three roles or a Support class. It was those classes, and he could work with the people who showed up somewhat, then he supposed he just might be able to pull it off.

Dungeons were supposed to be much harder than normal areas, so he did not even know if he was ready for such a fight himself despite being at a level higher than the allotted range, which also meant that he would be forced to reduce his level to that of the maximum allowed, level 20.

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Word count: 554
Total word count after multipliers (Animal Trainer): 831
Tags: Inori Emmerich Verin Aeon
Notes: Just an opening post. No post orders or anything, feel free to go as often as you like as long as you aren't posting right after yourself. The purpose of this thread is to facilitate 'how all of us met to tackle the Dungeon'

[Aeon]

Aeon had decided he would take most of the morning off, he had been working on researching things like the fairy rings and so on about the world as well as myths on dungeons and raids, he had chosen to seat himself in the Golden Square, shaded by his outfit as per usual.

Book in hand and a mug of hot yea sat between his legs to help it avoid getting cold through the wind blowing across its surface, these were like reading novels which didn’t make it too hard but the issue was the expense of trying to get hold of these books as well as the fact these most likely weren’t originals and thus could have been adapted meaning that details would be missed out which would cause more issues in the long run trying to solve the mystery of how the hell they even got here in the first place.


A young looking character seemed to appear in the square seemingly acting different too any other people who decided to mill in the adventurer’s square many would already be aiming to meet people around here, but rather this young lad seemed to be standing around without any thought, he had passed the statue that would have made a good rally point for grouping up….

A statue that had fallen from grace quite long ago, the lack of care and wear and tear had slowly caused it to crumble and been worked away as creepers and plants had sprouted in small cracks that over time collected dust and dirt allowing for the seeds to germinate which would then over time work the rock apart causing it bit by bit over many years to begin to break down.

Taking place up next to a tree stump, it was a mystery to Aeon really how kids could be so terrible about making parties in this game, without their chat boxes kids wouldn’t be able to hide the fact they were kids and thus had issues such as the fact they were far less experienced, far less knowledgeable and far far far less likely to listen to sound reasoning of their elders and peers.

But Aeon was an observer so of course he would take high interest in observing a target and analysing its errors and mistakes as he usual would.

What would be the next error this creature would make he wondered, even though this was the city letting your guard down anywhere could in theory become a bad habit that could one day lead you to being defeated, which could set you back a long way depending in the manner you were defeated.

There was of course rumour one could Player Kill a player but before ending them remove there items and gear, so when they died it wasn’t banished to the cathedral with them, thus this would allow you to gain extra loot from the defeated.

He continued reading the book for today was one on “Windsor Castle” one of the lower level dungeons.


WC: 506

[Inori]

Today, was not a good day. Inori whizzed down the streets like a hurricane at full speed. Red to the ears in embarrassment and filled with her own kind of rage and with full intent of getting her revenge fulfilled.
”What happened? What is wrong?” Might be what you would ask and respond to this aggravated behaviour. And it certainly wasn’t usual to see Inori act like this. Her normal refined and courteous manners was but a mere memory at this point. She’d never forgive, and defiently never forget what ”that” person did to her. Once again. One might wonder: ”Why are you acting like this?”, or ”What did they do to you?”. Well, that is something that Inori will not explain to someone directly in person. But we might look at it from a bit earlier today.

-30 minutes earlier-

A few dull cracking sounds could be heard from a room in just another inn in the city of Londonium. These sounds originated from Inori, a fox tail that did a few stretches from just waking up from her slumber. It became apparent to her why they had rented out the room for such a low price now. She’d probably had the worst night sleep in this lifetime, and another, from sleeping here. Honestly, she’d rather consider sleeping in a cave with nothing but a blanket… But that’d probably be an insult to the cave. For comparing it to this bed. No, she was certain that she wouldn’t come back to rent any more rooms from this place. She was stiff all over, and it was her bones that made the unpleasant sounds of breaking hard lettuce in two.

It took a while to get her back in form but, it feelt kind of refreshing in itself when she was finaly done. She got herself from that horrifying abomination of a bed and stood up with nothing more than her nightwear on. Well, not that it really matter though, she was by herself after all. But leaving out her dissatisfaction towards the rented room, Inori was otherwise in quite good spirits. She was supposed to meet with a couple of new people, in purpose for doing a raid together. She had no idea what kind of people she would be partying and try to collaborate with. But everything was an experience, and even though she was nervous about it. Such things wasn’t going to stop her from trying it out at least once. Well, she was usually more into the fact of roleplaying but, she probably needed at least some experience in helping others as a ”shaman”.

Back from thinking about such pointless things. It had gone a few days since she applied to that poster, and it was too late to think otherwise on that matter. She’d better get herself ready so that these people doesn’t have to wait for her. The ladies usually seemed to come a bit late on those anime series back at home in Japan but… Inori thought that was an inappropriate cliché. Why was it the girls who was late and asking ”Sorry for being late, have you waited long?” when it was they who had made most preparations out of the two parties. Long sections of choosing what clothing, time to set up ones hair, make-up and other diverse things that guys probably never heard the word of in their lifetime. Well, putting that aside, Inori looked herself in a big mirror, something that she did not see coming with this lacking room. Her two tails danced around in happy motions as she hummed to her own reflection. A brown comb was situatied between her soft florid lips, and she started to set up her long bleach pale hair into a ponytail further down her back.

It was a real pain to take care of all this hair honestly. Sure, she loved it, really she did. But she could not deny that she’d have the thought from time to time to cut it into a shorter hairstyle. Her hair was a mess each time she woke up, no matter what kind of bed it was that she’d been sleeping in during the night. And that doesn’t just go for her hair on her head, she also had to comb her two tails now, so that strands of hair didn’t stick out from everywhere. She gave out a small sigh, curse the trivial problems in life.

It was then that she heard it… She heard a twig split in two, together with a rustle of leaves towards the window. She had barely managed to put on her haori yet, when she saw someone in the window. The first thing she noticed, is that it defiently didn’t look like the bodybuild of a woman. The second thing, was that this man had a mask on his face. Time passed as they both stared at the motionless stranger on the other side. Until a *poof* sound could be heard, as Inori let out a cloud of steam from the heat of her embarrassed red face.
”Ehm… Ops? Guess I got the wrong person.” Was all that the man let out, before he jumped down from the tree he had been sitting on.
Emotions boiled and rosen colors got up all the way to her ears. "Unforgivable." she said with words of wrath. How she got everything ready so fast after that, she did not know. What she did know though, was how she saw the mans silluet, running towards the Golden Square back from her window.

-Back to normal time~-

And here we are, back from this mortified summed up story of how Inori woke up this morning. She’d jumped down from the second floor, casting away all her fears, just to not lose sight of this peeping bastard. She was going to get him, if it was the last thing that she’d ever do. How could she get married anymore after being seen for who know how long whilst changing?
None could really blame her for rushing down the streets as a vortex of emotions was at her work.

But it was all to come to an end now. She saw him… Seated comfortable in the middle of the Golden Square, reading as if nothing had been going on or happened. Did he think that he could trick her with such cheap methods? Well then, she was going to make sure that he payed back a thousandfold for what he had done to her pure heart. How dared he do such a thing to her?

She stopped for a moment, took a few proper breaths to prepare herself. She then started to sprint towards the shadowy figure, building up momentum in every step that she took. In a few seconds, she was just a couple of metres from him, and let out her anger. ”Don’t take me so lightly you *******!!!!” She leaped from the ground with a strong push of her right leg. He was obviously looking right at her now, away from his book. Who wouldn’t? When someone let out such a shout in the middle of the street.
What he probably wasn’t prepared for, was to see two pair of feets. Armed with a pair of wodden sandals, in other words, a pair of getas.
It was a satisfying sensation, as a loud thump got out from connecting to his face, and as a resistance slowly started strong, but slowly faded away as time went by.

They were both airborne now, and it felt as if time itself slowed down as she saw him spin away in the air as a missile, and as she slowly started to fall down from her great leap. A smile like no other emerged on her pale face. Retribution has truly never been this wonderful.

Hallelujah.

[Words 1311]
Tags: Icyferno, Emmerich, Verin, Aeon

[Tyonis]

Power perceived is power achieved!

-Tyonis [Samurai]

Having recently reached level 20 and updating his equipment, the Samurai opted to test his new Skills and abilities with several hours of combat-familiarization exercises. In other words, Tyonis traveled around the countryside, doing a myriad of battle-related Quests and activities in order to acclimate to his newfound powers. He was taking a break in one of the cheaper taverns of ill-repute when a peculiar poster caught his attention. He had seen this particular request several times before and in many other MMORPGs. Although someone had gone through great pains to advertise as possible. At first, Tyonis chose to ignore the bulletins. Objectively speaking, it would be better to level up faster than focus your time and efforts in clearing a dungeon, especially one so low. If the player kept up a good leveling pace, he could easily outgrow gear.

However, Elder Tale was different. Leveling by itself was a long process since combat had become far more personal than simply pressing buttons on a keyboard. Moreover, an accelerated leveling strategy required research, which would normally be done through Gaggle.com. But Tyonis could no longer access the internet, which meant he had to gather information through the grapevine - a long and arduous task in of itself.

All in all, it meant one thing: his leveling pace wouldn't be as frantic as he originally planned. If he was going to stay at this level range for an extended period of time, it would be in his best interest to secure some appropriately leveled equipment.

With a sigh, Tyonis leaned back in his chair so far that it tilted on its hind legs and snatched the poster off the wall. He almost fell back entirely when the entire tavern quaked. Someone was having a bad morning, the assumed as he read over the poster. He was sitting by the window, but he barely noticed a blonde Fox Tail chasing after a strange man in a mask...

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The Samurai was on his way to the meeting point, The Golden Square, when a he heard a rather vulgar series of curses spew out from that same Fox Tail - a Shaman he noted absentmindedly. He blinked slowly as the woman took several heavy steps forward and then leaned into a dead sprint - straight at a harmless man reading a book. Tyonis deadpanned as he witnessed her deliver a clean dropkick to the man's face. Was that a critical hit?

As the man spun through the air, Tyonis was already writing something on the poster he took from the tavern. Three other Adventurers who stood next to him, their expressions just as blank, mimicked the action. When the Fox Tail and her victim landed, all of them raised their papers like a judging panel at a gymnastics competition.

Random Adventurer #1: 10
Random Adventurer #2: 10
Tyonis [Samurai]: 9.3
Random Adventurer #3: 6.9

Tyonis and the other adventurers stared at the lowest rating, as if demanding an explanation. The man shrugged and cited an undeniable flaw in the Fox Tail's performance: the lack of pantsu. A brief conference followed then all of them began scribbling over their grades. In unison, they held up their corrections:

Random Adventurer #1: 10 7.5
Random Adventurer #2: 10 6.9
Tyonis [Samurai]: 9.3 7.1
Random Adventurer #3: 6.9 6.3

Satisfied with their criteria, each of the graders fistpumped each other and went about their respective business as if nothing was wrong. Tyonis stepped around the spectacle and approached a Human Swashbuckler sitting on a stump. A quick scan of his Interface revealed the Adventurer's name: Icyferno, the same person who plastered these posters all over London.

"Yo," Tyonis began, raising his hand in greeting and unrolling the poster as he did so. "Still looking for a tank?"

Level: 21 HP: 100% MP: 100%

Status Effects: None

Skills Used: None

Word Count: 635

Notes: ...

Made by Zirnitra of Elder Tale

[Verin]

 The sound of the wind is the only thing that Verin could hear, right now Verin was on his new skateboard riding his way toward Golden Square going over the notes he had compiled in his head. A few hours ago he was in the library looking over things about the dungeon he and others were about to go into, Windsor Greatwood Castle. It was a place Verin had seen a few times but never went into, the main reason of course was the fact that it was a raid dungeon and the fact that he was still low leveled. Then one day he saw the notice for a raid party and after some research he found out that a player had to be level 10 or higher but anyone who was level 21 or higher had a soft cap placed on them. Interesting was the one thing that popped into Verin's mind and that was what led him to this, ripping through the city towards Golden Square. 

 Five minutes later Verin hooked a curve and was now at Golden Square, there he saw three people, a human, an another fox tail, a ritual, and an another fox tail. Verin stopped his board by jumping off of it and flipping it at the same time. Grabbing the board while it flipped in the air, Verin quickly pulled open his inventory and placed his board into the inventory. Verin smiled at the others and sat some what near the other fox tail, but he just came to the spot when he heard she said and honestly she scared him. To ignore this fact Verin went through his items and organized his satchel bag, first at the bottom  was he placed his puppet which he almost never used sadly. "I'm definitely going to change my subclass real soon, it's too much hassle to carry this around, still I'll probably need have it on me." After that he placed his grimoire and then both of his swords in there for now. Now that Verin had nothing to he just sat there in silence waiting for whoever the leader was to make his or her's move.

[362]


Icyferno Aeon Inori Tyonis

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

A few minutes of blissful silence, and the Swashbuckler almost thought that no one would show up and he would have to scrap his plans for a Dungeon Raid on the weakest Dungeon available to Adventurers, rumoured to be at such a high difficulty that even Caerbannog had yet to complete it. Or maybe she saw no reason to.

In any case, a few minutes were all he had to prepare himself for the chaotic scene that followed.

Before that catastrophic event, the only people present in the park were a few Adventurers and several People of the Land, either minding their own business or, in the case of some Adventurers, still languishing in a corner. All that did not concern the Swashbuckler, except for one Sorceror who happened to be reading a book seated in a corner.

Had nothing occured, it might have been someone he would have passed, for the Adventurer was covered head to toe in a cloak, and upon the face of the Adventurer was a mask which covered the face of its wearer. Clearly, it was someone that did not want to be remembered, should the Adventurer be noticed. If it were up to him, it was unlikely that he would have even stopped to talk to such a person should the opportunity arise. The Adventurer just gave off that unpleasant vibe that simply said not to disturb him. It would be comparable to that one Assassin's presence, except that man was another thing all together. Just remembering the pressure after seeing him from a distance was enough for the Swashbuckler.

However, this was clearly not the case this time round. To start off the chain of events, a single Fox Tail Shaman angrily made her way down the street. To be frank, that in itself did not concern him too much. There were numerous Adventurers living in Londinium, surely some would end up angry over one matter or another, was what he thought. To summarize his thoughts, since he knew not who the Shaman was, it was none of his concern. At the present moment, his concern was to find Raid members. An angry Adventurer was of no concern to him. It would be found afterwards that he was wrong in his first assumption, but that was something for the Swashbuckler to learn of later. It was not like he would have been able to discern any telltale signs from the Shaman about wanting to go on a Raid. In any case, joining a Raid merely to appease one's anger over something was not the right mindset to challenge a Raid with, so where possible, he would choose to avoid such people if he could, though he had little choice in the matter this time round due to the need for team members.

The Shaman stopped for a moment, as though debating on something. With nothing to do, he decided he might as well watch the angry Fox Tail. It was not like there was anything that stood out in the background, and no one had arrived at that particular time, so one could say that he sought after something to occupy his time whilst waiting.

For a brief moment, he wondered whether or not the Shaman had been scammed; it was, afterall, common to be extremely angry when you find out you were scammed. That was one of the reasons why he hesitated to stretch his hand out to other people. Not knowing whether or not you were being taking advantage of, not knowing the intention of the other party, if he could avoid such troublesome things, then all would be well, but that was not how life works, right? Life was all about depending on others, be it to prepare your food, forge your equipment or stock up on potions. Without these connections which binded both Adventurers and People of the Land alike together, they would not have gotten far. Was that not the reason why guilds existed? He was never one for group conversations, always feeling left out at some point, but perhaps that was due to his incompetent communications skills.

Anyway, enough idle thought for now. There would be more to come later on and it would probably go on forever anyway, so long as humans could think and let dozens of thoughts ooze out from their brains infinitely till they ceased to even think at all. Back to the situation at hand.

The Fox Tail Shaman breathed heavily, then suddenly broke into a sprint, which was, in the Swashbuckler's opinion, amazing simply due to the fact that getas were hard to run in. How the Fox Tail managed to sprint in such a way that running in wooden slippers became possible, that was kind of something he would like to know for curiousity's sake, though it had no practical use. Maybe it could simply be attributed to Adventurer strength and equipment durability. Or maybe he was just seeing things. Or maybe it was a legendary phenomenon granted only to those who desire power to do the things one would only see anime characters doing. It was probably the first one, assuming one of his guess was true. In any case, the girl closed in on the hooded Adventurer he saw earlier, shouting something which, again, made him assume that she had been scammed. Was it a fool who found the person who scammed her? If so, then the scammer, Adventurer, whatever it was that the Fox Tail would call the man after that, was an even bigger fool for hiding in broad daylight in such a conspicuous attire. Hiding your entire body from view tends to work against you sometimes.

The man looked up and saw the wrong end of the pair of geta attached to the Shaman's feet, which was the wooden part meant for stepping on the earth, the pavement and all things ground. The girl had jumped into the air, and kicked at the Adventurer with both feet planted right on his face, or in this case, the mask. He did not feel any sympathy for the man, simply because judging from what the Shaman had said, the hooded guy probably deserved it. Unless it was a case of mistaken identity, which would be all too likely considering how covering oneself completely seemed to be something some people seem to enjoy doing.

He watched as both of them went airborne, the book the man was reading somehow not getting flung to some corner of the square to be lost forever as the hooded guy spun onto the floor.

As the spectacle completed itself, a couple of Adventurers who happened to be passing by stopped to look, to no surprise. It was not everyday that one would happen across a flying kick, afterall. What surprised him, however, was when four of them wrote some stuff on scraps of paper from wherever they get their paper from and raised it, revealing numbers which made no sense to him for a few seconds, and likely made absolutely no sense to any People of the Land who would happen across the area.

Yes, what they had raised was numbers. But the way they raised it seemed to suggest that they were a panel of judges at some sort of competition. What were they judging? The man's spinning technique? The kick technique? One of them had a relatively lower score written on his paper, and after some discussion amongst the other three, all of them revised their score to reveal even lower number. Um, okay, no idea what they're on about.

The Adventurers, seemingly satisfied with their actions, fistbumped each other and just went their separate ways. Wait, they did not even know each other? Yeap, goes to show his poor social skills.

One of them, a Samurai which appeared to be designed after a certain character he remembered from a certain series, walked purposefully towards him and straight up asked if he was looking for a tank.

His face did not show it, but he was confused and relieved at the same time. Relieved because every party needed a tank to function well, and he doubted a Swashbuckler, which was more of an all-rounded class than a specialized class, could tank for a Dungeon Raid. Confused, because the Samurai was one of those who was voting on something about the way the Shaman kicked her adversary, and frankly speaking, he did not know whether he should comment on that. It took him less than a second to shoot down that thought, for the last thing he needed was to drive off a potential tank for the party.

Instead, he shot the Samurai a friendly smile, or what he hoped was a friendly smile, and said, "Yeap. Only problem is, it seems that there are still a few open slots. Might have to ask some of the people around here if they are willing to go. I am Icyferno by the way, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand to the Samurai who the system identified as Tyonis.

After shaking hands with the Samurai, or not depending on Tyonis' mood, he continued, "I'll better get to asking some of these people, else we would end up waiting here all day." Truthfully, it would not have bothered him should he had to sit around all day on a day such as this, but now that he had suddenly gained a potential party member, the added burden of knowing that someone was waiting for him to act kind of drove him into motion, despite the fact that he would rather do such a thing.

The first person he approached was a red haired Sorceror by the name of Verin. The Adventurer's level was kind of on the low end, which, at first glance, seemed to be acceptable and not acceptable at the same time. Acceptable because a Sorceror who has good positioning would not get much damage so the extra health isn't needed, but not acceptable because lower levels also meant lower damage output. Oh well, he supposed he could live with it.

The reason why it was mentioned "at first glance" was because of the sword the Sorceror carried. Apparently, this Adventurer was one of those melee mages, which pretty much meant fighting in the frontlines. He had almost thought of reconsidering his decision, then decided the Adventurer would still make for a good rearguard should they get surrounded. Besides, they would probably need to practice a few times to work on their teamwork, so the Adventurer should be able to gain a couple of levels by then. No worries.

His mind made up, he extended a hand to Verin. "Um, hello there, would you be interested in raiding 「Windsor Castle?」"

He hoped he made an okay first impression, both with the Samurai and the red haired Sorceror.

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Word count: 1818
Total word count after multipliers (Animal Trainer): 831 + 2727 = 3558
Tags: Inori Tyonis Verin Aeon
Notes: Must... beat... Inori... YAY. Sorry for the long winded post, I just HAD to beat Inori. :)

[Tyonis]

Power perceived is power achieved!

-Tyonis [Samurai]

[pThe Samurai offered a nod of acknowledgment when the Swashbuckler left to recruit more Adventurers. The Party-Leader-to-be was apparently attracted to a rather unique, sword-wielding Sorcerer. Tyonis was about to open his mouth up to protest, questioning the Sorcerer's viability in a Party Formation. Pragmatism told him that a melee-mage build only worked in games that supported it. He hadn't labeled Elder Tale as one of those games. Sure, it allowed for a great amount of diversity, but that flexibility was still boxed within the confines of the Classes' design specs. Moreover, the Sorcerer was low, meaning his DPS wouldn't be optimal, anyway.

In the end, Tyonis swallowed his disapproval. What did he really know about Elder Tale's intricacies beyond peripheral research? He'd have to witness the merit of a melee-mage with his own eyes before condemning it without a second thought.

The Samurai decided to follow Icyferno's lead and recruit anyone who looked able-bodied. His experience as a Raid Leader kicked in rather quickly; a DPS could be found on a fly. What a balanced Party needed was utility and survivability. A quick scan of his HUD told him there were no nearby healers or support Classes save the female Fox Tail who dropkicked that other Sorcerer for no apparent reason. Like the melee-mage, her level was a bit low, but he had no other options.

He approached the girl, Inori, casually as he could, one hand held up in silent greeting. It would also serve as his attempt to placate her ire, lest she randomly decide to slam the bottom of her geta into his face.

"Nice show there," he started off with smirk and a wry compliment to get her attention. "I'm wondering if you can heal as well as you can kick." He held out a hand to shake once he got close enough. His quipping smirk curling into a warmer smile as he tried to project a measure of confidence and charisma while reigning in his arrogance. No amount of self-depreciation would allow him to say his character wasn't attractive, and he saw no reason to hold back on abusing his appearance.

"My name's Tyonis, Samurai. Inori, right? If you have a bit of free time, I'd like you to heal for a Party of mine. We're going to challenge a low-level Raid, Windsor Castle."

Level: 21 HP: 100% MP: 100%

Status Effects: None

Skills Used: None

Word Count: 388

Notes: Recruiting Inori while Icyferno talks to Verin.

Made by Zirnitra of Elder Tale

[Verin]

Verin smiled took the hand of the man who was obviously the leader, Icyferno, shaking it. "That's right sir, as you have already found out I am the sorcerer Verin, my specialty is offensive vanguard and ranged rearguard. Though I'm telling you this, I can tell you aren't going to be the actual control tower in this situation, so I leave full details to the one who becomes that sort of role. I see that we have three members now, so two members left, then we would have a good position in the dungeon." Verin looked over towards the white haired man and sensed some hostility, but it quickly quelled down which Verin responded with a smile that wasn't meant for gloating and hopefully he didn't take it that way. With this Verin looked back at Icyferno, "When do you expect we will leave for the dungeon exactly? I'm prepared as is, but I just want to know incase I have time to look over some things." As Verin waited for a response he flicked a glance and saw he was in the middle of the two fighting, which made Verin laugh inside.

[193]


Tyonis Aeon Inori

[Aeon]

Aeon had found a set of feet buried into his face, followed by being launched through the air, his book being ejected off into the surroundings, next he had abuse hurled at him accusing him of peeking or something along those lines.
This was a disgusting and false accusation, he would never stoop so low he was british, slightly posh and thus a gentlemen as well as being near enough asexual, he had little interest, yes maybe one could say he believe tails were amazing and wouldn’t mind brush a tail but it’s a good way to stop yourself being bored at times and to allow you to contemplate with ease.

Aeon looked at this figure that had rudely assaulted him, a foxtail.

“Your false accusations are insulting, randomly attacking someone performing research”

He made an attempt a slapping her with the back of his right hand while saying,

“A woman who believes in striking a person, should expect to be struck back”


WC: 163