Golden Flowers [Temporarily Closed]

[Ashtver]

Boar after Boar after Boar exploded into brilliant blue bubbles and golden coins within the Savill Flower Groves as two flimsy spears impaled and slashed at them. Ashtver was a skilled Swashbuckler, having been at Level 89 before the Apocalypse. When he awoke, an error removed his stats and sent him back to Level 1. However, due to the patch, the world was no longer the same Elder Tale Ashtver had played as and MMO. He was completely unused to this world, having to do everything by hand. Everyone began by making things from the menu. Weaponry and Armour worked as they should, but the food was tasteless. To matter what people tried, it was always tasteless. This was until a few wise players had realised that to make things work better, it had to be done by hand. When food was cooked by hand, it actually had taste. However, this was a rare sight from someone without the Chef subclass. Blacksmithing was also changed by this alternate form of crafting. When crafted by a Blacksmith by hand, equipment felt much more comfortable and as weighty as it should be. This also meant that players could customize equipment, allowing total freedom in how a weapon looked and functioned. Ashtver was trying to level up his Blacksmithing to a higher level, preferably Level 3, so he could use high-level materials to craft higher level Spears and Platemail. He hunted lower and higher level creatures, ranging from Young Pittered Boars, Garden Snakes, Slimes and the occasional Pittered Boar. He wielded his skills, Mirage Dealer, Aura Saber and Fickle Roulette, as skills to remove large groups of enemies, due to his twin Spears extending all his range. However, this was only useful in protecting himself. Because of being so unsociable in the past, he rarely formed Parties with others, and never joined a guild. He didn't want to have to go through the trouble of worrying about others. However, in this new world, he would have to work with others if he were to get out of the game.

"Well, I'm exhausted. I guess I should probably find an inn to rest in" He mumbled to himself, eyes drooping, as he slotted the Spears back into the sheaths on his back. He walked away through the game's native flowers. Stepping straight over all the sleeping Garden Snakes. He was bored of hunting the same old things, Pittered Boars, Frenmic Rabbits, all the low level monsters. He planned on venturing further into the wilderness to find some Green Slimes, having higher stats than Dull Green Slimes. He had impaled more than enough jelly creatures in the few weeks he had been in Elder Tale. He barely got any XP from them, but it added up. As he neared the entrance to Savill Flower Groves, he spotted a small young Fox girl, fend off a Dull Green Slime with a Flimsy Dagger. "Stop it! Leave me alone! I just wanted some flowers!" She cried, her Fox ears flattened against her hair. "I guess I'm not the only one who needs help in this game" Ashtver sighed. He found it strange, but at the same time brilliant how the People of the Land have received actual personalities since the Apocalypse. They were officially people, now.


He unsheathed one spear and sprinted towards the little girl. "Aura Saber!" He called, causing the spear head to glow a brilliant yellow and slash right through the Slime. From this point, he flipped up into the air, completed a vertical rotation and hurled the spear downwards, with no need to activate a skill, impaling the green, gelatinous creature. He dropped, landed feet first on his spear and just crouched there on the wooden shaft as bubbles and coins flew around him. Hell, I feel more badass when shouting the name of my skills! He thought. He stayed there, looking into the little girl's golden eyes for a few seconds, smiling. I just saved someone's life, he thought to himself. The little girl opened her mouth in joy, her eyes brightening. "Thankyou, oh thankyou so much! You saved me, big brother!" She thanked the boy in black and white Platemail. "Me? Big... Brother?" This surprised him, causing him to fall off of his spear. He rubbed his rump as he blushed and looked up at the Fox Tail girl. The two started laughing out loud into the open air. "M-my name's Aria, nice to m-meet you" The Fox Tail introduced herself, trying to refrain from giggling. "I'm Ashtver. Nice to meet you too"  


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Post Music: m.youtube.com/watch?v=lVXEZklklhI

[Pen Ddraig]

The Savill Flower Groves was one of the few places Pen hadn't been to often. It wasn't that she didn't find the scenery beautiful or liked flowers. It actually had to do with the pollen in the air. It had a unique smell that she just didn't particularly like. However, she had a contract with a person of the Land to help protect her as she picked flowers. It was an odd request but one that Pen accepted nonetheless. Pen was in town at one of the inns when she was approached by a young fox girl. She claimed that she wished to strike a deal with someone whom could protect her as she collected from flowers. The wold hair inspected the frail looking girl, Aria, her timid nature and meager equipment would do nothing as protection for her. After a short conversation Pen agreed and set out with the little fox.

A couple hours later the guardian was stuck in the middle of two charging boars while Aria was being chased by another of the young pittered boars. Aria was low leveled with almost worthless gear. She also lacked the skills to fight it seemed. Gritting her teeth Pen turned to see the boar chasing Aria to be swiftly gaining ground. Unfortunately they were too far for her to use Anchor Howl, but she could possibly use Covering, which could keep the young fox girl safe. "This is why I dislike the low levels." Pen spat and waited till the boars were too close to change direction easily. Once within the desired range the guardian jumped back letting both boars collide, as if in some cartoon. While the beasts were stunned from their collision Pen quickly dispatched them to the recycling bin.

Aria let out a short cry as she ducked behind a tree, narrowly dodging the boar's attack. Pen wasted no time on elegance and advanced on the boar and silenced it with ease. As Pen pulled her blade free from the young swine he stepped around the tree to find Aria was not there. "Oh god damn it." She swore and trotted off in the direction she thought she might after gone in. It took a couple minutes to find her, perhaps it would have been longer if not for her shrieking. Fearing the worst Pen burst into a sprint, her heavy platemail keeping her from her max speed. "Aria!" She called as she came to a clearing; there in the midst of the flowers was the young fox girl, her worthless dagger in hand executing a pathetic attempt at defense. "Ari-" Pen's words died in her throat as someone shouted a familiar command and skillfully dispatched the girl's attacker. It looked to be a young man with brown hair starter armor and...twin spears? Pen watched in stunned silence as he ad Aria exchanged words before laughing boisterously into the air.

Pen approached in a hasty fashion, her breath attempting to catch up with her labor. She was close enough now to hear the two introduce themselves. "Aria, are you alright?" Pen asked, kneeling to look the young fox girl over. "You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?" Once she finished looking the fox girl over she let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. And thank you." She turned to face the swashbuckler, her emerald green eyes scanning his face and gear. "I'm Pen Ddraig, Pen for short. And thank you again for saving her. She got scared earlier and before I could get to her she took off." She explained, her tone held some dissatisfaction but her eyes looked to be pools of understanding. "Aria, next time please stay close. I cannot keep my word to you if you run off every time we have to fight something."

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

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Word count: 643
Tag: Ashtver
Notes: Hope that's fine with you that I made her a client. 

[Ashtver]

"My name's Ashtver. Nice to meet you, Pen. As you can see, I'm a Swashbuckler. My Subclasses are Pathfinder and Blacksmith. I found this little girl," He said, patting Aria on the head, "As I was skulking away after ripping apart a couple of Boars. I just feel underpowered, fighting such weak monsters. I really want to fight Birar Weasels at some point." The Swashbuckler picked up his other spear and slid it back onto his back. "Oh, yeah, I noticed you taking a peek at my spears. I think of myself as crowd control Swashbuckler. I like that extra range when dealing with lots of monsters, but it doesn't come of much use when I'm solo. You see, I don't have many friends, so I don't do parties often. I also never do Guilds. I just can't stand crowds." He informed the Guardian. She stood up tall and proud, but still looked worried from the close call with Aria. Her eyes almost seemed to be quivering in their sockets, and her lips were trembling slighty. "Don't look so terrified. Any adventurer would have done it," He checked to make sure that his Spears were in place properly, then checked his armour. "Well, crap. Seems I accidentally damaged my armour from my fall. Thank goodness it's a beginner Armour. I'm only Level 1 Blacksmith, you see? Look, if you need anything repaired, I'll repair it for you. No charges. I am a Blacksmith after all."

"Ok, Aria, was it? Look, I need you to stay with Pen, alright? Try not to run off when being attacked. Boars and Slimes won't do much to you. This young lady is a Guardian. She'll protect you, with her life if she has to. Just protect yourself until she can help you. However, if the two of you are ever in trouble, get her to message me, okay?" He asked the Fox Tail girl. "Okay, big brother!" She replied enthusiastically. The Swashbuckler smiled at this relation. "Being a Pathfinder, I'll get to you quickly. In that case, Miss Pen, I'll need to add you to my friend list, ok?" He opened up the menu with a ringing sound, traversed to the Friend tab and sent a Friend Request to Pen. "Well, with that sorted, I'll probably get going. Message me if you need me to kick some ass, ok?" 
"Wait! Big brother! I need to give you something!" Aria called as Ashtver started walking away. He turned around and walked towards the Fox Tail. "What is it, Aria?" He questioned. Her ears pricked up as she rushed forward and embraced Ashtver. He blushed as the Fox Tail girl clung to him. "Thankyou so much for saving me, big brother! B-but, please stay? I think Miss Pen may need some company." The Swashbuckler thought this over. He then made up his mind as the girl released her grip on him, "Fine by me. On one condition: You let me make you a better Dagger to fight with, okay?" He bargained. "Sure thing, big brother!" 


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Post Music: m.youtube.com/watch?v=-wjcgXX4li8

[Pen Ddraig]

"Well met, Ashtver." Pen said with a nod of her head. She listened to the youth talk about his subcalsses, his reason for his curious choice of weaponry and his dislike of crowds. He was rather talkative and sociable for someone with few friends. Pen noticed his armor, Plate? That's definitely out of character. She thought as her eyebrow cocked to an angle. All the while Ashtver mentioned his armor being damaged and offering to repair her things at no charge. That was quite generous of him and many would appreciate the offer followed be taking advantage of his good grace. Pen, however, held up her hand signaling him to stop and shook her head. "I appreciate the offer but as you're a blacksmith it takes money to do what you do. Should I require your services I would happily pay you for your work." Pen lowered her hand and placed it on her hip. "I don't do hand outs. I have my honor to stand for." She gave the youth an appreciative smirk.

After she was finished Ashtver spoke with Aria. He reassured her that the guardian would protect her, even with her life if she must. And the boy was right, she chose to be a guardian to take the damage for people rather than they take it themselves. She spec'd herself for high defense and hp regen. "That's right, kid." She said to the young fox girl, "I've been a guardian for a long time. I won't let you down." She smiled at Aria, her self-confidence and faith in her abilities was absolute. She had forged her skills through the fires of past failures and help from other adventurers on the Yamato server. "Just stick with me and you'll make it through." Ashtver mentioned messaging him should they need his help. She thought that wasn't a bad idea but just in case Aria took off again, she would need someone faster on their feet than the heavily armored wolf hair.

As if reading her mind, Aria pleaded with the swashbuckler to join them. That saved her breath on trying to convince someone to do something. She owed Aria a favor now. After a moment Ashtver agreed, so long as he made the fox girl a new blade. "Don't you need a furnace, anvil, and forge to make one? Not to mention all the necessary mats?" Pen asked as she folded her arms over her chest. "And why is she calling you big brother?"

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Tags: Ashtver
Notes:

[Ashtver]

Ashtver noticed the Guardian looking strangely at his curious Plate armour, her eyebrow cocked. "This?" He asked "Oh, you see, being a Blacksmith, my Level 1 ability allows me to wear armour a Tier higher than what I should be able to wear. If I wasn't a Blacksmith, I'd be stuck with Chain" He informed her, matter-of-factly. The Guardian stated her honour in not taking up the offer to have her gear repaired for free. He smirked as he thought how someone must have that much dignity not to take up the offer. "Well, I guess that I can't make you take my offer. But I really don't need the money. You see, I farm 50 to 100 Gold per day, maybe even 150. That's more than enough to pay for repairing and crafting" He told her, waving his hand in the air casually. "I am going to be crafting some new gear for myself, plus the Dagger for Aria, so money may be handy. But it's your choice. I'll have open arms if you need gear repaired in the hear of battle. I don't need any of the large stuff for that." 

Pen asked Ashtver how he was going to craft, and stated the things he would need, like a furnace. "Don't worry," He assured her, "St. Pancras Station is literally a crafting haven. The Crafting Guilds and higher level Crafters have claimed the spot, allowing use of the area for anyone who wants to craft anything. They'll have all the gear there. Furnaces, anvils, everything." He finished. What struck him, though, was when Pen asked, almost impatiently, why Aria was calling him "big brother". "Well, to tell you the truth, I really don't know..." He trailed off, scratching his chin. Crap! I never thought about that! Ashtver's neck was saved when Aria piped up. "Well, big brother saved me from that nasty monster!" She blushed suddenly, and gasped. "What is it, Aria? Are you hurt?" Ashtver asked, worried. The Fox Tail began to tear up. "N-no, it's not t-that. I-it's not j-just b-because you saved me. I-I'll tell you."

Aria began her story. "A few days ago, my brother, Elric, went out to find some Boars, so he could make both of us Boar Hide coats. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you this, either. I say both of us because we lived alone. Our parents were taken by Goblins when we were out in the forest for a walk one day, about two months ago. You see, my brother didn't come back from his hunt. That was two days ago. The reason I wanted Miss Pen to protect me while I picked flowers. I wanted to keep these flowers is a bunch, and keep them watered and nurtured as a sign of hope that my brother will come back. Today though, when I saw you rush to my aid, I thought my brother had finally returned and was there to save me, but when I looked at you when you landed, I realised that you weren't my brother," She giggled, "It's funny. The reason I thought you were Elric is because you look like him!" She giggled again. "Wait, was your brother also a Fox Tail?" Ashtver asked, slightly stupidly. Aria gave the obvious answer and giggled again, "Of course he was, silly! His ears are just real small, and are usually hidden by his mass of hair," Ashtver patted his hair and ran his fingers through it, then gave a satisfied expression. This caused the Fox Tail to laugh out loud. "S-so, I g-guess that treating you like my big brother is giving me hope that my real brother will come back. B-but, he won't replace you when he does! You're still my big brother!" She threw her arms around the stunned Swashbuckler.


After Aria had finished her story, the Swashbuckler thought for a second, then said "Ok. I'll be your big brother! I'll protect you when Miss Pen can't. We'll be right here for you." He gave her the thumbs up and grinned at her. She blushed and laughed, then with a nod of her head and a sway of her golden hair, she cried, "Yes!"

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Tags: Pen Ddraig
Post Music: m.youtube.com/watch?v=dSmjKaySd-4

[Pen Ddraig]

"Oh, right!" Pen exclaimed, slapping her leather covered palm against her forehead, "I completely forgot blacksmiths could friggin' do that." She hefted out a sigh of annoyance. "Sorry, mate. A bit of the jelly brain I suppose." The guardian smirked at her forgetfulness. The swashbuckler voiced his response to Pen's decline of free services. He also informed her about the St. Pancras Station, the more or less haven of crafting. Pen chuckled weakly, "I don't like being indebted to people, you know? I appreciate the offer nonetheless. When I out level this old bit o' gear I'll send you a message. If you're still willing to offer the help around then." She patted her scratched up suit of plate mail. "Though, with that being heavy armor, wouldn't it make your agility base moves more difficult to pull off? " She curiously asked, folding her arms across her breast plate.

When Pen asked about why Aria called him "big brother", Ashtver seemed to be at a loss in terms of explanations. However, Aria stepped in to offer her reason; it was a tale that started out somewhat sweet. Until the frail fox tail spoke of her loss. As Aria told them about her brother Pen couldn't help but feel the little girl's pain, her sadness and the crushing loneliness she couldn't explain earlier. The wolf hair guardian was gifted and plagued by a heightened sense of empathy; meaning she was able to pick up on the emotions of those around her. She noticed it when Aria had hired her but she couldn't place why. Though she did find it curious that a small girl was traveling alone and that she was in need of a bodyguard for flower picking. Unfortunately, her curiosity was overlooked by her greed and she didn't take the time to ask about it. A barb of guilt stabbed at the guardian's side when she realized how she hadn't realized she had changed since the Catastrophe.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Aria. I'll do whatever I can to help. I am your shield till our contract is complete." Pen's words left her mouth and she placed her fist over her heart. "And I appreciate the extra help, Ashtver." With her client and her new found "big brother" accounted for she looked around. "So the flowers you're wanting to pick...are they near by?" She asked, letting her eyes fall back to the pint sized fox girl

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Word count: 407
Tags: Ashtver
Notes: Sorry about the wait, mate. I forgot it was my turn. Hope it works for you.

[Ashtver]

The Swashbuckler smirked as Pen slapped her head in forgetfulness. She reminded him that she will still take up his offer for free crafting and repairs when she needs it. "My metaphorical shop's always open! I'll happily make you new gear. Just give me a shout when you need it," Ashtver assured her. The Guardian then mentioned his peculiar armour, and stated how it would impede on his flashy moves. "Well, yeah, I guess it does a little. Not much though. You see, being a Crowd Control Swashbuckler, I need to tank myself up a little. Although, I have Discard, allowing me to reset an enemy AI and remove their aggro. I'm also going to choose Dart-Tack Target next time, which deals low damage but moderate aggro. Basically, I can hit and run, removing all aggro off of my allies. When that happens, I may as well swap to Chain," Ashtver informed her. The Wolf Hair Guardian had a strange expression on her face that Ashtver just couldn't place, like she was thinking a hundred things over in her head at once. Like Ashtver was...

I-I'm making friends in this game! I would never have thought it. I've tried to approach people a hundred times over, but I've never succeeded. Now here I am, one of the least sociable people on the planet, becoming a bigger brother to a young Fox Tail girl and a comrade to a Wolf Hair Guardian. I would never have seen myself in this position. I remember now. I didn't join Elder Tale to play around and have fun. I joined so I could make friends and have fun with people from around the world! I've always been secluded an introverted all my life, and here I am sharing my ideas and personality with two people I never new in the old world! When the Apocalypse happened, I was stunned and afraid that I wasn't going to survive in this mash-up of the virtual world and reality. But now, if anything, the advent that occurred has changed me for the better. I feel that I can live with the help of others, instead of just not dying. In this world... This reality... I will survive! I will not let this world make me regret everything I do here!

"Ok, so now that we've got all that cleared up, what do we do now?" He scratched his chin for a few seconds, thinking, "Nope. Nothing comes to mind," Then it suddenly hit him that Aria still hadn't picked the flowers that she came to get. He was just about to open his mouth when Pen spoke for him, "So the flowers you're wanting to pick...are they near by?" Pen asked as she looked towards Aria. Yeah, take the credit why don't you? Ashtver growled at her in his mind as he hung his head in disappointment, feeling useless. "Yes, they are! In fact, I ran past a bunch of them as that nasty monster was chasing me! Over here, big brtoher, Miss Pen, let's go!" The Fox Tail girl grabbed onto Ashtver's wrist and pulled him along as he turned and shrugged at the Guardian, grinning. Well, I guess that some days are hectic, he thought to himself.


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Tags: Pen Ddraig
Side Note: You can be the one to describe if and how you follow and how Aria picks the flowers. After all, if I said that you came with us, that would be Godmod.
Post Music: m.youtube.com/watch?v=z2hgqYCVodQ

[Pen Ddraig]

The swashbuckler replied, explaining the reason behind his choice of armor. She nodded at the explanation, cupping his chin with her hand in thought. Shifting her eyes to the ground in thought for a moment before they returned to Ashtver's face. "A CC Buckler? Hmm...an interesting choice. I haven't met many that have gone that route. Especially if this was their first time playing." A smirk tugged at the corner of the guardian's mouth. "Given your skill so early on and the information; I take it this isn't your first time. What server did you play on before?" She asked as she dropped her hands to her hips, slipping his thumb in between her belt and her trousers. Pen shifted from one foot to the other, a possible sign of impatience. Her body wanted to move again. It wanted to fight, to clash against another opponent, to feel the rush of adrenaline she got from combat. Some might say she was a thrill seeker, an adrenaline junkie. To which they would probably be right.

Ashtver scratched his chin as he inquired about the next step of their agenda. Pen replied as she lowered her eyes to look at the small fox tail, missing the swashbuckler's hanging head. Aria responded, suddenly energetic and thirsting to continue on; she wrapped her compact digits around the human's wrist and dragged him. Ashter, not resisting, gave Pen a shrug, a grin spreading his lips. Pen held up her hand for a moment to stop her but decided against it, with a shake of her head she released a sigh and jogged to catch up with the two. Aria's single fox tail flicked and swished with glee as she and her new found "brother" ventured forth into the trees once more. Pen made sure to stay within three meters of the duo, should anything happen she could react in an instant.

A few minutes had passed as Aria gathered the flowers. Pen thought it was a rather anti-climactic end to the job but sometimes that was good when being someone's bodyguard. The small fox tail hummed a  song as she pressed the stems of the flowers between her thumb and index finger and with a faint snap, pulled them free. She seemed adamant about gathering as much as she could find. It suddenly dawned on Pen that the hairs on the back of her neck were beginning to stand up. It was a sensation of being watched. Not wanting to let the watcher know she sensed his gaze she stretched her arms back, feeling her shoulders pop. Using the stretch, she moved into a twisting at the waist and sent her back into a musical progression of snaps and cracks. Pen surveyed the area as she popped her back. Where are you? she wondered till an arrow flew past her shoulder disappearing into the trees. "Aria, Ash!" Pen barked, as she positioned herself between the direction of the arrow and her two teammates. "Contact front, on me." She said, absently dropping into military jargon. She ripped her long sword free from its scabbard between her arm and the back of the shield and leveled her great shield in front of her, bending slightly at her knees to protect more of her body behind the thick sheet of contorted metal.

"Ash, I don't know how many there are, I want you to prepare to get her out of here!" She said with authority as she features shifted; Pen's red hair fluffed up and grew an extra inch or so of length. A pair of canine-like ears spawned on her crown and the emerald green color of her eyes seemed to melt away revealing the golden shine the wolf hair were known for. "You don't leave till I give the signal alright? Find a path first." Pen rested the flat of her blade against the top right hand corner of the shield as her eyes scanned the tree light slowly, letting her peripheral vision pick up on the movement. After a figurative hour another two arrows flew from the darkness of the tree line, this time they originated from her left. The guardian didn't move, they were already on course with her shield. It wasn't till a sign of movement from her right flank that she realized someone else had let loose an arrow. She knew she couldn't block them all. With a slight step back she let the larger threat of the two arrows strike her shield, unfortunately this meant that the single arrow from her flank struck her side, just above her hip. A sharp exhale shook through Pen as she looked toward the right flank. 

"Change of plans, move into the trees behind us. We'll use the trees to cut down their accuracy. Go now!" Pen ordered as she moved her eyes over the two youths. 
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Word count: 814
Notes: I appreciate that, bud. Sorry for the wait. I hope this helps. I want to give you a chance to decide what we do. Attack of skate by and get closer to the flower. I don't really have much of an idea of how to really play Aria so that's why I'm leaving her to you so much. Hope that's okay.
Tags: Ashtver

[Zyrune]

The beast left of an unearthly shriek as it took off into the night sky, within seconds it came crashing down once more, clearly showing off it's strength. The six adventurers backed away slowly as prepared to attack. There was no way around it, there was only one path. Zyrune's heart pounded against his chest as he took in the monster before him. It was giant and angry and looked more prepared to fight then they did. Zyrune and five other adventurers had long left town and had been seeking another destination. How was anyone going to get out of here if all they did was hunt and return to town. Not many shared their thoughts, even going so far as to warn them off leaving. Zyrune had long wanted to leave, something just beyond the horizon held the means for him to return home and he needed to find it. "This is going to be good!" Smirked Albion smirked as he readied himself. He was a guardian and the highest level player they had with them at level 32. Guardian's boasted a high defense but Zyrune doubted that even he stood a chance against a level 60 monster nevertheless a new monster from the expansion. "Don't get cocky!" Shouted Jazmine, a level 27 sorcerer. Jazmine was the next highest level, she preferred long observation and calculated moves which were in stark contrast to Albion's charge and deal with it preferences. The other three were low levels like himself, Joy, Domo and Stash. Joy was a cleric while Domo and Stash had chosen the Samurai class.

Zyrune hadn't really gotten to know any of them much since they left town as they had been pretty much been under constant attack after losing themselves in a deep ravine. However he had. Charging forward Albion's weapon struck the beast at impossible speeds. The more they fought, the faster they seemed to move. "NOW!" Roared Albion as swung his weapon against the beast. "Hammer Beat!" In an instant Jazmine's staff lit up into a variety of colours laying siege to the immobile beast while Domo and Stash dealt with lower level monsters closing in. This was how they dealt with the monster so far, Albion and Jazmine would take the strong monsters, Zyrune would heal them while Domo, Stash and Joy would do crowd control. Domo and Stash might not have high attack power, but they were faster and dodged most attacks and any they took, Joy made sure to heal quick or negate the effect.

As the hammer beat wore off, Zyrune's eyes widened as the monster swiped at Albion, quickly the guardian deflected it but was sent sliding across the ground. Without hesitation he turned over quickly and got back to his feet. "Is that really all you've got?" Gripping his staff, Zyrune used Cure Bloom on the adventurer while Jazmine kept the beast occupied with a barrage of attacks. Charging forward Albion got into another few attacks before being sent flying backwards once more, this time he struggled to get back to his feet. Despite their attacks, the monster only grew more powerful and more angry, each attack while taking down his hp seemed to drive up his attack power. He shook his head before casting another cure bloom. A scream to his right caught his attention as he watched Joy slump over. A wolf had gotten past the Domo and Stash and unfortunately Joy being level 1 stood no chance against it. It tore her apart within seconds before turning to deal with Domo and Stash, overwhelmed and without the healer the two fell quickly. Jazmine quickly blinked to his side. "Run!" She screamed casting a barrier spike in the wolves direction.

Zyrune watched as Albion struggled to stand. The beast was nearly on top of him now, he didn't stand a chance. "ANCHOR HOWL!" He yelled much to Zyrune's surprise and cast Castle of Stone on himself. Immediately Zyrune understood. He didn't stand a chance if he ran, the beast was already on top of him. However he could Zyrune and Jazmine a chance by forcing the enemies to deal with him. Quickly the two turned and ran and within minutes the monsters had caught up. Jazmine tried her best, but she stood no match. The scream she let out as the monsters claws punctured her skin was unimaginable. Zyrune watched in horror as the beast tossed her lifeless avatar aside before it raised his claw to attack him.

The pain was sharp and sudden and yet it didn't last. It wasn't long before darkness slowly faded into light and Zyrune felt a warm light move towards him, embrace him or was he moving towards it, embracing it? He blinked, he remembered something and then in an instant it was gone, like when you know you were thinking of something but can't for the life of you recall what that thing was. Slowly opening his eyes.There before him was a confusion of light and color, movement and shadow; he blinked, and his surroundings gradually began to slide into focus. He blinked again and his eyes adjusted to the light. He lay on his back glancing up at the cathedral ceiling.

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Two weeks... That was how long it had been since he had resurrected. He didn't bother searching for the group, he knew where they had all gone. Despite their defeat, he knew that if they had been better prepared, then they might have stood a chance. Zyrune had hoped that he would level up on the journey, but battling with such high level adventurers must have changed the way experience was earned as he hardly gained any or maybe he had gained loads but lose nearly all of it when he was killed.
Sighing, he stretched. For the past two weeks he had been training himself in the Savill Flower Grove. He had still yet to gain any levels, but he knew it would take quite some time as had only one attack being a druid and he always had to find an enemy on it's own. But he had enough supplies to last him a good while. He loved coming here, despite the low level monsters that proved a threat to him, he loved the beauty of the place. This world was beyond beautiful and when it became a reality, it seemed to magnify that beauty.
He had been on his way to his last training area when he heard a commotion nearby.

Thankfully he was still hidden from view within trees and thus out of sight from whoever or whatever was causing the commotion. But despite still being a low level, his instinct got the better of him as he continued close. It didn't take long to find them.
His eyes widened as he took sight of a guardian, she seemed to be scanning the area. It was a wonder how she hadn't seen him. It was then he saw the arrow shoot at her. His heart jumped and he gripped his staff unsure of what to do. Judging from the arrows, it was clear there was more than one firing at her. Surely it wouldn't hurt to help her. Perhaps it would even the playing field. Making sure he was within casting range but still mostly hidden within the trees behind the guardian, he cast cure bloom and the adventurer was covered in a soft pink floral mist. It wasn't until the pink mist faded that he saw her companions.

OCC: I hope you guys don't mind a third party :D
Word Count: 1229
Tagged
Ashtver Pen Ddraig

[Ashtver]

(Thanks a lot for joining in! Really appreciate it. It’s getting slightly difficult with just me and Pen. Having a healer will be a massive help)



Pen questioned Ashtver about what server he was on before the Unfounded Kingdom. He went solid for a second, before relaxing and hanging his head. “Well, I was on the Oceanic server before I transferred my account to the Unfounded Kingdom. This sounds farfetched, I know, but I was level 89 before the Apocalypse. I transferred my account over at level 30. And the next thing I knew, when I logged in after the patch, a Fatal Error occurred and all my stats were reset. Tragic, in my opinion,” He told the Guardian. He felt really cocky after saying this. Then again, the whole point of him picking Swashbuckler was because of the cocky, flashy moves. She was frantically moving from foot to foot. Does she want to beat the crap out of something that much? What an adrenaline junkie, he thought to himself, labelling Pen. The Wolf Hair put up a hand to stop a particular someone from dragging Ashtver, but failed and instead followed him and Aria as the Swashbuckler was dragged along towards the flowers that the Fox Tail wanted to pick. She stayed very close this time, it gave Ashtver a sense of being safe and under protection. Thankyou, Pen. Ashtver laid back in the groves and stared at the sky, wind lightly playing with his hair as Aria gathered the flowers she had come for. Suddenly, he could hear a light ringing, and looked at his HUD, scanning the area. Being a Pathfinder, his Level 1 ability, Battle Perception, allowed him to spot Players and Monsters further than normal. This helped with the Crowd Control build, giving him the time to react and potentially foil an ambush. He could barely see a health bar behind a far off tree. He decided not to worry Aria about this, and looked over at Pen. By the looks of it, she had noticed the hidden enemy too. However, she was acting so subtly that she didn’t look like it. Ashtver could tell, though. She was ‘casually’ stretching her body, popping her joints, when in actual fact she was using these movement to scan the area and getting her body ready to fight. Ashtver’s trained eye could see Pen’s eyes flicking around. Suddenly, he could hear the whistling of a projectile, and tried shouting, “Pen-!” but was too late. Luckily, the arrow just missed the Guardian’s shoulder. The Swashbuckler exhaled as the Wolf Hair shouted to Ashtver and Aria to get ready to leave, and called for him to find a path. “You don’t need to ask a Pathfinder twice!”


Ashtver began to scan the area. So, for now, we know there’s a Ranger on her left. That’s all the info we have on our Assailants, he noted to himself. He picked up another two attackers. Another arrow flew in from Pen’s left, followed by a second. He noticed the attackers too late. I might have time to warn her of the third. She’s noticed the extra arrow and prepared for it, so a surprise attack from the right would catch her off guard, and with that he called over to the Wolf Hair, “There’s another on-“ But he was too late as a third arrow was let loose from the dark forest towards the Guardian. No way could she take on all three. He flinched in guilt as Pen turned to purposely take the right arrow in the side and deflect the other two. Sacrificing one arrow for what could have been double damage. At least she knows what the hell she’s doing, he took note of the way she thought. He called over to Pen, “We’ve had three arrows launched, and my Battle Perception’s picking up three players total. I bet my left Spear that there’s a melee in there. My guess is a Monk. They’ll need to sustain their abilities to keep you in the forest,” then she barked an order to run for the trees to cut down their accuracy. Ashtver opened his mouth to object and suggest a different tactic, but decided against it. She was a seasoned player like him, and most likely had had many more party battles. He nodded his head, and beckoned for Aria to climb on his back. The Fox Tail basically jumped onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Before he turned around, however, a pink glow surrounded Pen. Another health bar popped up on Ashtver’s HUD. Who’s there? An enemy or an ally? He could just see a figure behind a tree casting a spell. He looked back over at Pen, and her health bar was rising fast. It was almost as if she hadn’t been hit by that arrow. So, it’s a Druid, huh? I guess we’ve just made an important asset to the team… He looked over at the Druid, who noticed Ashtver and Aria. The Swashbuckler mouthed a thankyou and gave him a quick smirk, then turned around to face the trees. “Hold on tight, Aria! We’re going to go fast!” He called to the Fox Tail on his back. He ducked his whole body low, with his left leg extended back. He lifted his face to look at the trees, and pushed off his right foot. He pierced the air with his body, flying through the air at speeds that Plate armour shouldn’t let you. He sprinted into the forest as the wind rushed through his hair. An arrow started to catch up on him. However, due to the speed he was going, he had too much time to react. He barely moved off to the left and let the arrow lodge itself into a tree. Two more arrows flew past, and flew right over his head as Aria ducked right down low. Again two arrows came up, but this time flew unexpectedly. One arrow was aimed for Aria, while one was aimed directly at Ashtver’s feet. Time paused for him. For once, his reaction time kicked in. He stopped to assess the situation. Ok, I can’t dodge. They’re in line as it is, but the leg arrow will be further on course if I went to the right, and Aria will be dead meat if I dodged to the left. I can’t jump or duck, I’ll catch the arrows right in my body, and that’ll send me to the ground, where I’ll be a sitting duck. What if I used an ability? Aura Saber, Mirage Dealer and Fickle Roulette will throw Aria off of me. Discard will be my only choice. I’ll need to keep my aim true, though. He made his choice, and time went back into flow. Ashtver slid a Spear out from under Aria and told her to hold on as tightly as possible. He shouted, “Discard!” He began his move. He started with a ninja-like flip, kicking the top arrow out of the way and straight into an overhanging branch. After landing, he had to act extremely quickly. He spun around, and time froze again as he saw how close the arrow was to his foot. Crap! If I get hit now, it’ll send my leg back and trip me! I need to think… What if I sent my foot back for the arrow? He abruptly went back to real speed, slid his right foot back in the momentum of the spin, and directed the Spear’s butt at the arrow head. He struck the arrow, and the head shattered as the shaft was sent spinning into the leaves of a tree.


He stood for a second, puffing, then dropped to the ground and sat on his knees. Aria dropped off hurriedly and went around to Ashtver’s face. “B-b-big Brother? A-are you okay? A-are you h-hurt?” She asked him, worried. He smirked and said to her, “I’m okay, Aria. I’m just exhausted. Look, I need you to hide here behind a tree. I’m going to help Miss Pen, okay?” The little Fox Tail nodded, then gave Ashtver a little peck on the cheek. He blushed as she bounced over to a tree leaned against it, where she slid down and sat there. Ashtver rid himself of the red cheeks, and slid his left Spear out. It’s time to take out those nuisances and see if I need to rid myself of my left Spear, and with that, he sprinted around their original path and towards the ambush.


Word Count: 1398 (Excluding brackets at the start)

Tags: Pen Ddraig, Zyrune

Side Note: We’ll post it in the order of me, then Pen then Delphron. Make sure that the next person to go is your first tag.
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[Pen Ddraig]

HP 57% | MP 95%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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As the arrow connected with her body, the swashbuckler, Ashtver, informed her of the number of attackers. He voiced his opinion of a possible melee enemy as well. Pen wasn't too worried about the idea of a monk joining the fray at the moment. Her first priority was making sure she got the other two to safety. As Ashtver and Aria made their way toward the tree line, the guardian followed farther behind them. Her golden eyes scanned the tree line around the clearing in search of any sign of the enemy. She spotted movement for a moment when one of them stopped to let an arrow fly. The arrow flew past her and toward Ashtver and Aria. As her yes tracked the arrow her heart sank, the broad head of the arrow tore through the air as it gained on the fox tail. In the instant it took for Pen to open her mouth another two arrows flew over her shoulders.

Pen's voice was caught in her throat as a pink mist enveloped her. Her sudden initial fear of an attack subsided as she noticed her health bar rose from ninety-six percent up to ninety-eight percent. Foregoing her curiosity the guardian turned and advanced on the tree line where the two archers were firing from. As she ran she lifted her shield to offer better protection against the possible incoming arrows. The distance between her and the enemy was closed rather quickly for a heavily armored woman. As she broke through the tree line she was met with two arrows to her shield. Shrugging off the impact of the arrows and slid to a stop behind a thick tree. Pen's heart thumped against her chest so hard she half expected it to burst from her breast plate. A single thud rang through the trunk of the tree as an arrow was embedded into it. Possibly a warning. If so, then it was a warning Pen would ignore.

After waiting a moment to steel her nerves Pen turned and went around the tree's left side, back toward the direction she just came from. Once she turned the corner an arrow flew past her face, the edge of the arrow's feather fletching burned her cheek. A splotchy red irritation of the skin would form from such a burn. Thankfully the burn didn't take away from her health, only adding an aesthetic flare of battle. Pen took a step back around the tree in reaction to the arrow scare. Momentary fear flashed across her face as her mind had to work out the level of danger. Of course she knew that if she died here she would just respawn back at the last cathedral she was at, but since the Catastrophe, there had been moments where she had to remind her body that death wasn't the end for her here.

After a moment or two of her mind racing she finally convinced it that she was fine. With her mind and body finally, once again on the same page Pen turned and went the same direction as before, her shield raised for the possible attack. She needed to keep the attackers' attention on her; Ashtver was a CC swashbuckler, not a DPS buckler. That meant his output for damage was lower than she wished it was right now. "OI! You wanks! Are you gonna ignore a lady that's giving you her undivided attention?!" She howled, doing every bit she could to draw as much of their focus. With the attention of the archers on her, the survivability of the others would increase. As she charged toward one of the archers Pen activated her telepathic team chat. Ashtver, I'm doing what I can to draw two of the archers' attention on me. If you can, either take out the other or escape. Pen thought as she raised her shield and deflected a panic shot from one of the archers.

"Aww, no need to feel bad. It's just performance anxiety." She cooed venomously and witnessed the archer's armaments change to a katana, as his lips twisted into a devilish grin. Assassin! Pen thought, hope Ashtver and Aria could hear her. The assassin's booted feet pushed against the ground, propelling his slender frame toward the wolf hair. His blade flashed with a green hue signifying the activation of his poison. Thankfully, Pen had seen numerous assassins use that skill so she was aware of what it was. What she didn't know was why he hadn't applied the poison to the arrows earlier. Just as soon as she wondered why, the assassin vanished. Using her knowledge of the assassin's strengths she spun, crouched, and raised her shield just as the edge of the assassin's blade slashed horizontally where Pen's shoulder were. In retaliation the guardian stood, driving her feet into the ground and using the explosive power from her legs she swung her blade up toward the attacker.

The cold steel bit into the assassin's left arm, dealing a deep gash to his bicep, barely avoiding where the Brachial artery would be. Dark red blood sprayed from the wound, pattering against Pen's pale skin and running down her cheek. The guardian's avoidance of the attack and successful retaliation took the assassin by surprise, but before he could move away with an ability he watched as the wolf hair used the momentum she had from the retaliation to slam her heavy great shield into his head. "[Shield Smash]!" She roared as the shield connected with the assassin's face sending him rocketing into a tree. Pen watched as his health lowed into the red zone. Too caught up was she in her current opponent that she failed to recognize the increasing danger. Three arrows of green hue struck home in the unarmored area around her waist. Pen health plummeted as white hot pain flashed before her vision. The attack brought her to her knees. Both are assassins...Ashtver. I'm poisoned. She grunted as a boot connected with her back, sending her sprawled onto the ground between two attackers.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED: [Shield Smash]

Words: 1010


Notes: Sorry for the wait, guys. But here you are.

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TAGS: Ashtver, Zyrune

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[Zyrune]

Start Post Stats: HP: 100% MP 90%



Nodding back to the swashbuckler and the companion on his back, the druid quickly shifted his gaze to the guardian, her expression was stern as arrows made contact with her shield once more. He was impressed that she didn't let the sudden healing spell interrupt her concentration. Gripping his staff, he took off along the treeline, hoping to close the distance between her and himself. The swashbuckler could take care of himself and his companion, she was the focus of the attack for now and as a healer, she needed to be his primary concern. He cursed under his breath as he failed to noticed anyone, they clearly had hidden themselves fairly well. The druid readied himself as cure bloom's cool-down winded down. The healing spell while not as powerful as other healing spells had a relatively low cool-down and it was this low cool-down that meant it was quick to reuse in battle. Unlike the other two, Zyrune was unaware of how many assailants there actually were as the arrows seemed to be coming from all directions and without a clear sight on a target, Zyrune was unable to use his offensive spells. The druid barely saw an arrow fly past his line of sight towards the swashbuckler, he was sure it would hit him. His heart jumped and he didn't even have time to call out to him before it made contact with him. However much to his surprise the adventurer moved faster than he could keep track of. There was still so much Zyrne didn't understand about other classes and their skills but he was sure that the swashbuckler had used one, maybe two.

Gripping his staff, Zyrune watched the man land, he seemed unharmed and more importantly his companion wasn't either and that was all he cared about. Quickly he took a deep breath as he continued chasing after the woman. Much to his surprise, Zyrune watched the woman take off towards the opposite treeline using her shield to block as many arrows as she could manage, using her armour to take on the rest. Zyrune stopped for a moment at the edge of the treeline. So far the druid had remained unnoticed or at least he assumed so or maybe the other two posed more a threat than he did. Either way he was relatively safe once he stayed within the treeline, if he left he would risk becoming a new target and unlike the other two, his skills didn't offer much protection against an endless onslaught of arrows.

Zyrune cursed himself as the wolf haired guardian vanished into the opposite treeline. Shaking his head of any doubts, the druid charged forwards. He doubted he would make it in time to prevent any further attacks, but perhaps if the wolf hair kept them busy, he could close the distance without much bother. His heart pounded against his chest hard and his mouth grew dry with each passing second. The rush to his body was unlike anything he had experienced before, sure he had been in a pretty overwhelming battle before, but that was against monsters, this he presumed was against players, the stakes were much higher. As the druid closed the distance to the next tree line, he caught sight of the guardian's Armour, however as he went to cast, she disappeared once more. Shaking his head, he cursed his lack of speed.

"OI! You wanks! Are you gonna ignore a lady that's giving you her undivided attention?!"

The druids eyes widened and he couldn't help but smirk. That woman sure knew how to goad her attackers. Zyrune didn't have much time to react as his bicep erupted in a sharp pain. Stopping he gripped his arm, an arrow had torn past him tearing his skin as it did so. It wasn't very deep and he counted himself lucky the arrow had missed. He only noticed the glint of the head before another one shot past him. He presumed one of the archers had finally taken notice of him. His heart jumped, right now he was a sitting duck while his assailants had all the cover. He didn't even have time to think as his shoulder erupted in pain. Letting out a yelp, he fell to his knees. Grimacing, he tore the arrow from his shoulder watching as his clothes turned red where the weapon had struck. Biting his lip to try withstand the pain, he barely had enough time to roll sideways to avoid another attack. Panting, he gave one more glance around, he still had no idea where the arrows where coming from and now his shoulder hurt like hell.

Raising his staff, he aimed it towards a nearby treeline. "Brilliant Prism." In an instant bubbles of air formed before his staff, acting as a lens magnifying the sun's light to create an attack. The beam fired forward in a flash of light towards the treeline and the druid hoped at the very least it had blinded his assailant if even for an instant, all he needed was a few moments and then he could use the trees for cover. His plan seemed to work as the arrows seemed to halt if even for a moment.

Quickly taking off on his feet, he used the break in attacks to close the distance between the treeline and himself. he charged forwards barely making past the tree line in time to see the guardian fall forwards surrounded. His heart jumped into his throat and his eyes widened as he watched the two raise their weapons. Her hp was falling and it glowed green which meant she was poisoned. He had to do something, he couldn't just stand here and do nothing. Without even thinking he thrust his staff outwards towards the group. "Arbor Phalanx" He cried as his staff vibrated. The druid smirked as he watched a tree sprout under the wolf hair, in an instant it shot upwards knocking the woman and her two assailants in separate directions as it did so. He knew hoped that the tree would have knocked the guardian sideways while it's sharp branches did some damage to the other two. Still the woman's health was quite low and she still remained poisoned. Quickly he managed to cast another cure bloom on the woman as one of the effects of the spell was that if the target is affected by any type of poison effect when this spell was cast, the poison's duration is reduced by 5 seconds. He nodded to himself proud his quick thinking before yelling out in pain. The pain was sharp, sudden and so intense in his side it caused him to drop his staff.

Clutching his side where the arrow lay lodged, he struggled to breath. His chest heaved only causing his eyes to well up. He couldn't understand how adventurers learned to withstand it. He struggled to focus his mind as the pain grew.  He couldn't cast cure bloom for another eight seconds to heal himself and he couldn't block any more attacks Arbour Phalanx for thirty seconds. He cursed himself. It would only take another few arrows or so before he was unable to continue, then again he doubted he could continue very much the way he was. "Damn it!" He cursed again, he tried to grip his staff but the pain to his side was intense. Inhaling sharply he reached for his staff, his fingers barely scrapping the edge of it before a hard kick to his body sent him flying backwards. He yelled out as he was thrown, his body slamming down against the rough ground. Clutching his side, he struggled to move as the pain took hold of his body.  

End Post Stats: HP: 10% MP 55%


Word Count: 1290
Tagged: Ashtver Pen Ddraig
Notes: Guys I have a claim on the way and although he will gain three spells from it, I'm only going to rp that he leveled and got one spell for the sake of this role play. I really hope that is okay. Any issues let me know and I'll quickly edit. Also Pen feel free to take control of where the tree grew and what it did. 

[Ashtver]

Start Post Stats: HP: 95%  MP 80%

A sudden voice came into his mind, sounding very much like Pen's, as he roared up the treeline, his legs burning with a desire to help the Guardian. Ashtver, I'm doing what I can to draw two of the archers' attention on me. If you can, either take out the other or escape, she told him via telepathic chat. Instantly Ashtver had his reply, Funny that. I'm already on my way, tearing up the field within the treeline. I'll be there to help in no time. Oh, and don't worry about Aria. She's hidden herself at a tree. She'll be fine if we keep the PKers off of her. He bent low as he charged along the ground. Damnit! If only I had chain, not Plate. I'd be moving twice as fast. But I can get there. Another message came across, but in one word. Assassin. The Swashbuckler smirked at this. Being a Swashbuckler, he could easily keep an Assassin's attacks at bay. On a Guardian though, that's where the group has a problem. Crap, I just hope that Druid's sticking with her. Finally, he burst from the treeline to see Pen on the ground, a giant tree between her and the attackers, with the Druid down beside her. Pen was poisoned, while the Druid's health was extremely low. They've been overpowered. So the Druid was finally spotted, and Pen couldn't hold her fort for long enough. I guess this is a good chance to really try the CC build... Ashtver charged over to the Druid and skidded to a stop in front of him. "Get away! Quick! I'll deal with them," Ashtver ordered him, and then shouted the same command he used as he was being tailed by the arrows. "Discard!" He shouted, causing his avatar's legs to bend, then leap into a flip. He used this motion to flip behind the Druid's assailant, where he spun around and met his left jaw with the butt of the spear, releasing a loud crack as he dropped to the ground. "I'm not going to drop to you dumbasses' level" He told him, refusing to kill the downed Assassin. He bolted away from his now immobile opponent, and dashed up the tree. He called down to the Wolf Hair, "Pen, get the hell out of here! I'll take this suckers on. After all, I'm a CC Buckler" And he gave her the thumbs up after moving one spear to his armpit.

He scouted the area around the enemy, noticing the Assassin that Pen told him about, wielding a Katana, and another Assassin, now wielding two daggers. Heh, dipstick. Your dual wielding's gonna be no match for mine. He noticed one last opponent, a Monk, wielding nothing but rings upon his fingers. Well, no need to rid myself of my left Spear, I guess. "Hey, kid! That's a lot of rings you got there! How many Boars you married so far?" He teased, aiming to pull the Monk towards him. He wanted to be able to get him out of the way, so he could first deal with two Assassins. If he managed to get to them and keep his assault up, he'd drop them into the red zone in no time. As planned, the Monk shook with rage, and leaped straight upwards, where he stopped at the apex of his jump. "Wyvern Kick!" Ashtver smirked as the Monk's kick glowed a brilliant green, and he dashed towards the Buckler. Only then did said Buckler realise that the Assassins on the ground were waving and shouting to stop him. This made Ashtver laugh as he dashed right under the Monk, letting him lodge his leg into the tree. Step one, complete. Step two, begin. He started off by simply dashing towards one Assassin and stabbing at him from range. The illusion of the spears' length gave the Assassin barely enough time to dodge. "You're an agile one, you are!" He complemented him as he skidded to a stop and spun around. He looked towards the other Assassin with the Katana in hand, "And I'll take it that you've focused most of your stat points into damage. That's why your wielding a sword of that caliber. However, that's just not going to be enough. I am going to make you feel the pain that you made my allies feel," He twisted his spear menacingly. He shouted another command, "Mirage Dealer!" He dashed forwards, slashing across the Agile Assassin's chest in a bright yellow X-shape, where he then teleported a meter forward, and used this momentum to pierce through the chest of the Strong Assassin, bleeding him out slowly. "This is what happens when you piss me off, got that?" He ejected his spear from the gaping wound in the Assassin's chest, and his Battle Perception began to go haywire. You idiot. You think sneaking up's going to work? He spun around and threw his Spear forward, slicing through nothing but thin air and digging itself into the ground. A sharp pain struck his right shoulder as a needle lodged itself into his flesh, through the armour. He couldn't move at all. Crap! Paralysis Poison! At least he was still standing. But then he realised that that's the whole reason why the Assassin disappeared. Ashtver would need to be standing for the Assassin to use... "Deadly Dance!" This is why Ashtver couldn't find the Assassin. He prepared for impact, as he visualised the oncoming attack, the Assassin leaping into the air and spinning, thus sending their momentum straight into the opponent. He'd seen this move too many times to count. A searing pain flushed through his entire torso as the attack landed, slashing right through his whole body, shattering parts of his armour. He coughed blood as he plummeted to the red grass below him. Is... Is this it? Could I not protect them? Was I not strong enough? He worried himself as he looked at his health bar. A single scratch would kill him now...


End Post Stats: HP: 5% MP: 62%


Word Count (Excluding Stats): 1001
Tags: Pen Ddraig, Zyrune
Side Note: Pen, I'd love it if you could show me how to do those types of backgrounds/borders for posts!
Post Music: m.youtube.com/watch?v=2sPkcAb3L9Q

[Pen Ddraig]

HP 63% | MP 92%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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Intimacy with the ground seemed to be a much more common practice for the wolf hair lately. Her back pulsated from the kick she had received, but the impact did almost nothing to her health bar. However, the poison that had been introduced to her body, while not very strong, would be a big problem in the long run. She was sprawled on the ground between two assassins, her life was low and continuing on its decent to hell. Pen worked the muscle in her jaw causing her teeth to clench. The bones rubbed against each other sending a dull sound, like stretching rubber, through her head. The wolf hair managed to look up from the ground at the assassin she struck moments ago, his life was in the red; a few more hits and he'd be gone. Unfortunately she had the other assassin to think about; if she went to attack the weakened assassin, his companion would strike. She wouldn't be able to win that fight. Pen knew she needed to fight smart and do something that would catch them off guard.

Though it seemed as though she wasn't the one to catch the assailants off guard. From beyond her line of sight she heard someone shout out an ability name. Suddenly the ground beneath her trembled and quaked; from under the depths of the earth sprung a large mass of green. Pen had no time to react as she was lifted into the air, away from the attackers, atop her leafy cloud. If there were any words spoken or screamed in response to the spell, she didn't hear them. Pen was too busy screaming as she was carried above the heads of her attackers and comrades. Her eyes were tightly shut as she rose to new heights. When the upward travel ceased the guardian opened her eyes to find herself above the trees of the [Savill Flower Grove]. "Wha-what in bloody hell is going on?!" She snapped as she looked around for any nearby attackers. Her golden eyes scanned but saw no trace of an enemy. Taking advantage of the lull in the battle against her, Pen glanced at her health; it was a little higher now, and the timer for the poison was lower. How? Was there a healer near by? She thought as a voice called out to her.

Ashtver had called for her to escape and voiced his build aloud. Pen felt a twinge of annoyance as he fed the enemy information on how to fight him. Idiot! Don't voice your build! She thought without activating the telepathic chat. Clenching her right hand the guardian suddenly realized her long sword was not with her. "Bollocks." She growled, knowing fate wouldn't have been that kind to her. The wolf hair's eyes flickered to the cooldown of her [Shield Smash] ability. She was relieved to see that she had six seconds left on it. Thankful that her shield was still with her, the wolf hair steeled her nerves as she began her decent toward the garden floor. The sounds of battle echoed up toward her, she could hear grunts of impact, cries of pain and the sharp scraping sound of metal against metal. While Pen realized that safety was important, it not as important as reaching her comrades in time.

Pen lowered herself to a thick branch and looked down onto the battle field as Ashtver's back met with the dark red ground beneath his feet. Blood was trickling down the side of his mouth; with a glance to his health bar, she could see his life was fatally low. Pen watched as an assassin swaggered over to Ashtver's downed body, his katana in hand. They're too far for me to do anything from here. She thought, as her body moved instinctively, dropping to the ground below. The ground connected with Pen's feet hard and her landing was less than perfect; in an attempt to avoid much of the damage from the drop, she bent her knees and executed a roll. There would still be damage, but it would be moderately lessened due to these maneuvers.

The wolf hair came to her feet as the assassin swung his blade down toward Ashtver. "[Covering]!" Pen roared, activating her ability; swapping places with the downed Swashbuckler. The poisoned edge of the katana clashed against the thick metal of the shield. The blade's contact with the shield triggered Pen's subclass ability for bodyguard, [Valor Guard]; increasing her defense against that attack by twenty-five percent. The sudden appearance of the guardian startled the assassin, which Pen used to her advantage by tilting her shield and pushing up with her legs. This series of moves sent the assassin stumbling backward till he tripped over a small rock. Wasting no time Pen advanced on the prone attacker and slammed her foot onto the wrist of his sword hand causing him to relinquish his blade. Pen crouched hastily and retrieved the blade, stabbing it through the assassin's chest cavity. Blood pooled around the blade before he burst into anima.

The blood that pattered against Pen's skin before had dried, giving her a much more warrior like ferocity to her appearance. She turned to face the now dead assassin's comrades and was gifted with two arrows; one to the upper right of her breast plate and the other to the top of her shield. The impact of the arrow to her chest stunned her for a moment, allowing the archer to let lose another two arrows. Pen recovered just in time to raise her shield and block the two arrows. With a quick glance to her health bar she knew she would have take out their archer. With the one assassin dead and the monk apparently stuck in a tree, she only had two to contend with.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED: [Covering], [Valor Guard], [Resilience] (passive skill)

Words: 972

Notes: I didn't make it, A friend of mine did. Sorry, bud. But I hope this post works for you guys.

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TAGS: Ashtver, Zyrune

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[Zyrune]

Hp: 10% Mp: 55%

Struggling to breath, the druid gasped for air as the searing pain in side seemed to increase with each breath. As he lay on his back, tears fell from his eyes. It was supposed to be a game, make believe in a virtual world, but this was no game and the pain he felt was certainly not made up. As Zyrune struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounded against his chest. Closing his eyes, he tried to will the tears away. Here he was lying on his back, an arrow in side, several gashes across his arms and legs and of course the throbbing pain shooting up from his side. He lay there as they adventurers he had jumped in to protect he guessed were being attacked at this very minute. But that wasn't the worst part. The worse part of it all was the calm sun just over head and the cool soft breeze that brushed against his skin in between his ragged breathing.

Letting a groan pass over his lips, the druid tried to collect his thoughts. It was like a blur as as the Swashbuckler appeared before him. "Get away! Quick! I'll deal with them," He roared at him, though the druid could barely focus on the words. The person who attacked him must have been distracted by his appearance otherwise he would have finished him off by now. That meant he had time, how long he wasn't sure, but he had it. Slowly he pulled up the game interface, cure bloom had winded down. He could use it again. Slowly he grabbed parts of his scarf and stuff it into his mouth. First thing first, he needed to remove the arrow. Bracing himself, he bite into the scarf as he pulled at the arrow wincing at how painful it was. He wanted to give up, but his body wouldn't let him. Throwing the arrow aside, the druid struggled to hold back the tears as they now freely flowed over his cheeks onto the ground. Slowly he moved his hand down to where the wound lay. "Cure Bloom." He gasped, immediately he erupted in a thin veil of pink, the pain numbing somewhat, he watched as his Hp rose somewhat.

Noting in his head that cure bloom would need another 8 seconds, he knew his only options were both his offensive spells and for that he needed his staff. Inhaling a long breath, he glanced around quickly, his heart beating against his chest like a rapid beast stuck in a small cage. His body shook, afraid that his attacker would return within minutes. There just in front of him, he spotted the long slim wooden staff lying just in front of him. Scrambling forward, he tried his best to ignore any lingering pain as he reached for the staff, letting out a breath of relief as his fingers gripped it tightly. The druid barely had enough time to look up to see the swashbuckler's shoulder sliced open before the attacker vanished. Zyrune watched puzzled as the man just stood there. The druid's voice caught in his throat. Why wasn't he moving. It took a second, but Zyrune noticed the colour of the man's health bar. His health had an effect on it and with cure bloom still on cool down, he couldn't reduce the effect's time.

It was then that the guardian returned to the battle. Dropping like a rock, her body hit the ground with a thud, he could almost feel the shock to her body as she rolled. In an instant she was between the assassin and the swashbuckler. The attackers dagger scrapped off the metal of her shield. The guardian charged forward wasting no time as she almost jumped on top of him, in an instant he was nothing more than a cloud of anima. Using his head, he thrust his staff forwards towards the remaining assassin, "Willow Spirit." The ground beneath the man erupted in long vines covered in thorns easily ensnaring his body, entwining around him restricting his movement to a short distance. "Won't be able to jump away now, will you?" The druid smirked. The vines could be cut off, but it would take a few seconds, if the other two moved quickly they could be on top of him before then. By now cure bloom had cooled down, so quickly he cast it on the swashbuckler. It wouldn't remove the effect, but it would reduced it's time and some of the damage he felt. He expected a barrel of arrows his way, but the guardian seemed to be their primary target. Struggling, the Druid scrambled to his feet, hoping to avoid any arrows just in case. 

Hp: 25% Mp: 26%
WC: 784
Abilities Used: Cure bloom x 2, Willow Spirit
Tagged: @ashver Pen Ddraig
Notes: Pen I love your style of writing and what you did with the tree. :D

[Ashtver]

Darkness surrounded Ashtver, blocking out every sound and sight. Is this it? Is this where I leave the others? I never was strong enough really. Saving Aria was sheer dumb luck. I couldn't protect all three. I'm just not strong enough, he thought, putting himself down. He felt his limp body drifting through the darkness, like Charron's boat floating down the River Styx. An ethereal force within the blackness was taking Ashtver somewhere, but at the same time nowhere. He felt he was going to a destination, but felt like he was lost, like he was meandering wildly. Slowly, the force loosened its grip on him, and lowered him to a solid, black floor. No tiling, no carpet. Just blackness. He looked down, and all he could see were his legs and torso, standing straight. He could only see himself. The darkness then began to brighten, more to a grey, as sounds could be heard just barely. He could hear the grunts of Pen Ddraig as she soldiered on, injured. The sound of her leaping to the ground to save the day. The sounds of the Druid casting his spells on the two whenever he got the chance. The sounds of his comrades fighting to save him. He realised he couldn't just give up now. He had to move on. He had to fight. Pictures began to take form, matching the sounds seamlessly. The scenery began to brighten further, until the white light filled his eyes. "Pen, Druid, I'm coming to fight too. I can't give in to a bunch of lousy PKers. I will help you if it costs me my life!"

Ashtver's eyes flickered open just in time to see Pen run towards him and shout the ability name "Covering", swapping Pen and Ashtver's places. She took what would have been the finishing blow onto her shield effortlessly, and even putting in the extra effort to push the assailant back and impale him with her blade. Blood spattered over Pen, building her ferocious, warrior-like look even further. He watched as the warrior lady was showered in the blood of her opponent. She's brutal. I like that. He watched helplessly as the Druid cast a weak binding spell on the remaining Assassin. Yep. Keep him there. Heal me, I'll murder the bastard. As if answering Ashtver's prayer, the Druid cast a pink haze over him. A soothing sweetness welled within Ashtver's core, spreading to his limbs. He felt his muscles loosen up, relieving his body of the paralysis. He weakly, but desperately pulled his now limp body off of the ground, the pink haze healing his wounds. He felt his HP rise, as if his life had just been lengthened. He reached up to his right should and, gritting his teeth, tore the Throwing Needle from his arm. "It's a good thing Swashbucklers can use throwing weapons," he told himself. Throwing weapons were one of the weapon types available to the Swashbuckler class. He looked up at the Monk still stuck up in the tree. It was he who threw the Needle. Ashtver performed a crude gesture towards the Monk, then turned back to the Druid's captive. He readied up his throwing arm and his arm bolted forwards, as if part of the hammer mechanism in a firearm. He released the Needle, sending it shooting through the air towards the Assassin. Trigger, hammer, bullet, target. Ashtver and the Assassin were built like a gun and a firing range, working in perfect order, well cleaned and well tuned. The Needle speared the sternum of the Assassin, causing the target to cough virtual blood, red liquid made of ones and zeroes. He didn't bother to pick up his Spears before shouting his next command. It was only to close the distance anyway. "Mirage..." he began to call, his voice lowering to a deep growl. His eyes almost seemed to glint red for a second, as his killing intent arose, "Dealer!"

Ashtver dashed forwards, and bent his bottom two fingers against his palm on both hands, making his fingers dagger-like. He slashed at the bleeding torso of the victim, barely scratching his thin armour, but well and truly knocking the wind out of him. The Assassin bent over, clutching his chest to grab the needle as Ashtver teleported behind him... only to find it was gone. By the time he had realised this, the Swashbuckler had already nailed the Needle through the back of his neck, blocking off his air supply and causing him to cough up more blood. "I let you live, you ass! I let you live so that you wouldn't have to go through this pain, and this is what I get? Get real, dim wit," He stuck the Needle out of the prisoner's neck sideways, then leapt over his head to finish by impaling his heart. He shattered into millions of particles of anima, the Needle dropping straight into the ground. He looked back up to the terrified Monk, who was frantically attempting to release his now broken leg from the hole in the tree. "Hey, tree-killer! What are you going to do? Try to kill us or go back to your boar-harem?" He insulted him again. His need for bloodshed was beginning to shine. To many, he seemed gentle and polite. When the tough gets going, though, he becomes someone you really don't want to get in the bad books with. He has a nasty side, pulling insults from thin air, and having a need to make them hurt. These insults were all to draw the Monk in further... but to no avail. He froze for a second, and stopped trying to free himself, then he seemed to give in. He cast call of home, and sent himself back to the Cathedral. Ashtver's fast, sharp breathing slowed down... Slowed down to much for his own liking. He couldn't keep his mind in check any more, and was sucked down by darkness.

Word Count: 994
Stats: HP: 67% MP: 46%
Abilities Used: Mirage Dealer
Tags: Pen Ddraig, Zyrune
Notes: Sorry for the long wait guys. Haven't had much access to a PC as of late. Now I'm all set, though! I hope you like it (It may be a little graphic :P)
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[Pen Ddraig]

HP 65% | MP 92%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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What followed Pen's brutal execution of the wounded assassin was lethal teamwork between the swashbuckler, Ashtver, and the unknown man on the ground. The man wore starter cloth armor, that was apparent, he also sported a very basic looking wooden staff. Taking into account the healing she received earlier she deduced that it was from he that she received it. She made a mental note to thank him, should he survive this. No. When he survives this. She snapped angrily at herself. Gripping the dead assassin's blade she walked toward one of the last two archers and paused when she heard a voice call out an ability. Due to the unfamiliar voice and context of the ability name she figured it was the druid that spoke. His spell called forth vines from beneath the earth and constricted the archer. With his high agility now useless, Ashtver unleashed his angry and frustration on the archer. The site wasn't pretty but it was one that Pen watched, ever conscious of the motions he felt before and those that were now fueling his actions.

Anger, rage, pain, disappointment, and lust all coursed through the swashbuckler. And the wolf hair could feel it all. In contrast to the swashbuckler, the healer's emotions were like day to the night of her companion. As the archer burst into anima and Ashtver turned his gaze to the tree-bound monk she felt a wave of fear slam into her chest. The emotional blow was so powerful it almost caused the guardian to take a step toward him to calm him. However in her mind and heart she knew this man was the enemy. He had chosen to attack them with dishonorable intent and she would not let her heightened empathy have her comfort her enemy. Especially with one more archer alive. The monk quickly and quietly ported out using the [Call of Home] ability to return to their last registered Cathedral. 

As the frightful monk left the area Pen let her golden eyes survey the area. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, nor did she feel anyone watching them like before. "Maybe he up and - Ashtver!" Pen exclaimed as the sound of the swashbuckler's plate armor hitting the ground caught her ear. With haste she sprinted to his side, releasing her stolen blade from her hand and checking on Ashtver's breathing and pulse. In the sudden sight of her comrade on the ground her mind cast aside the knowledge of game physics. "Bollocks...you stupid bastard. You damn near got yer self killed." She whispered, berating him affectionately after confirming the young man's pulse and breathing, albeit somewhat shallow, was fine. Her sense of the game return and she realized he was in no danger. With a heavy sigh the guardian slid back off her knees and plopped uncomfortably on her bottom. Her let her shield arm rest, propped up on her knee and looked over to the stranger on the ground.

With a strained grunt she climbed to her feet and walked over to the healer, unclasping the shield from her arm as she went. "Oi, thanks for the help back there. I wouldn't have been able to survive that on my own. Hell we would all be dead right now, if not for you." She said in relaxed english accent. "How are you holding up?" She asked as she stopped less than a meter away. "My name's Pen. Here...you looks like right shit. Let me help you." She positioned herself under his arm and let his weight bare down onto her shoulder. "Don't be afraid to lean on me,. You wont break me." She teased lightheartedly  and gestured with her free hand to where Ashtver laid unconscious.

As they maneuvered over to the unconscious swashbuckler Pen's features relaxed and reverted back to her normal standards, sans the dried blood and clammy skin. "You're a Druid, ain't you? What's your name?" She asked as he gestured to the ground by Ashtver. "Easy. I don't want you taking a bad fall now. Can't get two badly injured men out of the forest with just me and a small girl, now can I?" She flashed a jovial smile at the druid and stepped back from him and cupped her hand over her ear .


Aria? Aria are you there? It's Pen. We're safe now. Are you okay?  Where are you? Pen thought sending the thought through the telepathic chat to the small fox tail. 
 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED: N/A

Words:746

Notes: Thanks, Zy, I appreciate the words. Though I noticed I got the height of the tree wrong. It's apparently only as height as an adult man. I'll remember that in the future.

Ash, no worries, bud. I've made you guys wait on me a few times already. Glad you have better access now. Hope this post works for you guys.


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TAGS: Ashtver, Zyrune

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[Zyrune]

Hp: 25 Mp:26

The druid couldn't help but smirk as the swashbuckler took notice of his spell grounding and constricting the attacking assassin, he couldn't move at least not for the moment. He guessed the swashbuckler had been waiting for this moment, for once the heal wore off, the man eyed the assassin with a new found fury and anger. Although the druid wished he could have healed the swashbuckler once more before he attacked, his skill was still on cooldown, not only that but his body still stung and part of him wondered how much his spell had actually healed. Withdrawing a long metal needle from his own arm, the druid watched as a flame of anger burned behind the man's eyes. In instant the man had let it fly towards the assassin, and Zyrune gasped wincing in pain as his chest erupted in pain when he did so. The swashbuckler had thrown it with such precision and such force, it was clear from the noise the assassin let out, that it had hit him and hard. The druid struggling to stand realized that he must have been hurt more than he though as he slumped back to his knees, panting, trying his best to steady himself, to get a hold of himself.

Unfortunately the pain was unlike anything he had felt before, he was a healer, he wasn't expected to be on the front lines and so far he had only attacked monsters and low level ones at that, not other players and especially never had other players attack him nor had he expected any to. Closing his eyes, Zyrune focused on his side clenching his fists, taking small short shallow breaths to help easy the pain. A short gust of wide brushed against the man's cheek and he knew it was done. Looking up he saw the swashbuckler, standing tall surrounded by a cloud of anima where the druid's vines once restricted their attacker. He hoped that the man learned his mistake once he awoke within the cathedral. Despite resurrection being a plus within the world, waking up flat on your back against the cold marble was not a pleasant thing to experience, neither was the void in-between. As the swashbuckler addressed the monk who Zyrune had completely forgotten about, he felt his heart begin to pound against his chest as he feared another fight was about to happen. He couldn't last another attack, especially from someone as powerful as the monk. Mustering up his strength, the druid managed to stand leaning on his staff for support, he needed to give off an aura of strength, even if he didn't have much left. He watched with much added relief as the monk used the return spell that every adventurer had. The druid could feel the man's shame and embarrassment as he did so and for a moment Zyrune wanted to feel sorry for him, but it was his own fault, he and his thugs had brought this upon on themselves. He had been so focused on the guardian he didn't even seen the strong willed guardian approach him, her face covered in the blood of her enemies, she seemed even more ferocious up close. "Oi, thanks for the help back there. I wouldn't have been able to survive that on my own. Hell we would all be dead right now, if not for you." The druid blushed immensely, doubting that he had done as much as she contributed to him, to him the swashbuckler and herself were the real heroes. "How are you holding up?" The druid went to answer but his air caught in his throat as his side began to ache as his muscles spasm ed. "My name's Pen. Here...you looks like right shit. Let me help you."

At first he was nervous mainly because the woman had taken the blunt of the attack, but as if she read his mind she spoke. "Don't be afraid to lean on me,. You wont break me." He nodded letting himself lean on the woman for support, it was a nice gesture especially since the woman had her own injuries to worry about. "Than.." He winced as he took a breath. "Thanks." The guardian seemed to smile, giving him reassurance. If nothing else he was proud to be able to fight alongside her. "You're a Druid, ain't you? What's your name?" He tried to speak but his mouth grew dry. "My names Zy.." He coughed clearing his chest, clenching his fists at the pain. "Zyrune." Slowly they made their way towards the swashbuckler who was in worse shape than he had let on. Sighing with relief as the cool down for his heal ended, he extended his hand towards the man. "Cure Bloom." Once more the man erupted in a soft pink mist, the floral smell drifted around them masking the smell of the battle somewhat. The druid gestured towards the ground nearby, he needed to inspect his own wounds. "Easy. I don't want you taking a bad fall now. Can't get two badly injured men out of the forest with just me and a small girl, now can I?" She spoke as she set him down. He nodded and gave her a reassuring smile.  It would have been nice to cast it on himself, but the druid knew the swashbuckler needed it more than him. As the aftermath of the battle set in, the druid couldn't help but recall the young girl the swashbuckler had been carrying when they first met. Was she safe during all of this, he prayed that the young girl was safe someone, that she had been sparred the gruesome attacks. His heart jumped at the thought that maybe she had been captured, he needed to know why had the players attacked in the first place, the druid had come halfway through the battle and this was the first time they had actually gotten a chance to speak. "Are you okay?" He asked the swashbuckler. "I'm Zyrune, thanks for back there. You saved me."

Hp:25 Mp:15
WC: 962
Abilities Used:Cure Bloom
Tagged: Ashtver Pen Ddraig
Notes:

[Ashtver]

Ashtver gasped as his eyelids fluttered open, to see a soft pink mist engulfing his body, soothing his injuries. Again, he felt rejuvenated, a sweet feeling erupting through his muscles and veins, like the counter of adrenaline. That Druid. Healing us at every chance. We couldn't have made it without him. He turned his head to his right, to see the figure of the Druid sitting down. He tried speaking to him.
"H-" His voice was too raspy and his throat was dry, he could barely make a sound, "H-i..." His speech continued to be fragmented, so he just decided to give up on his voice for the time being. Instead, the kind Druid spoke to him, "Are you okay?" he asked the downed Swashbuckler. This is the first time he had heard the Druid's voice. It was quite the eventful time to be hearing it, too, "I'm Zyrune, thanks for back there. You saved me," Ashtver attempted to shake his head to say "No, I really didn't help that much", then he realised he could send him a message. He flimsily opened the menu, and opened a message to Zyrune. He began to type, mistyping many words. Still, the message was readable. His first message read, "No, I did't hep tat much. Pen an I woudnt be her if t weret fo you,". Ashtver was really hoping Zyrune could read the message okay. He sent another message, "I wan you t be wit us o or traels,". Again, the message was messy, but understandable. He tried to get up, but found it extremely difficult as he cringed in pain. He took a glance at his health bar. It was in fact higher than it was after his assault, yet he was on the ground in pain. Well, it seems real life fatigue takes place in the world of Elder Tale now. My wounds must have been worse than I thought. Crap, I'm so damn exhausted. Ashtver let his eyes rest for a second, reviewing everything. He saved a young Fox Tail Lander by the name of Aria, and also bumped into a Wolf Hair Guardian by the name of Pen. The three chit-chatted, then went to finish the flower picking that Aria needed to do, at which point they were attacked. A Druid appeared, now known as Zyrune, and helped the trio out a lot... Wait, trio? There were only two of us... Aria! Ashtver suddenly sat bolt upright, then bent over, clutching his chest, gasping for air. He tilted his head upwards to gaze at Pen, who was attempting contact to Aria via Telepathy. "P-en, wh-ere i-is A-A-ria?" Ashtver tried contacting Aria too, to no avail. He clenched his eyes shut. I swear, if anyone hurts you, I'll send em to the Cathedral a thousand times over.


Ashtver clumsily pulled himself up, ignoring the screaming pains in his chest, shoulder and legs. As he stood, he fell back to a single knee, his legs searing and screaming at him to stop. He kept trying to stand, fearing for his "Little Sister's" life. He searched through his inventory, and realised he had yet to by any potions or anything. He coughed blood again, due to the strain of his movement reopening his wounds. "Pen, I need you to help Aria. I want you murder anyone who tries to hurt her," He rasped over his shoulder as he very slowly crawled to his spears. He stopped, and turned his body to look at the Druid. He gave him a weak smile, "Same goes for you... Zyrune. I need you to help Pen. Don't worry about me. I'll be there... in no time," He dropped his Plated body to the ground, and rolled onto his back, looking into the leaves of an overhanging tree, "I just need... a little rest. I'll be fine. My HP isn't going anywhere. I'm just... exhausted..." He closed his eyes again, but tried not to drift off.


Word Count: 661
Stats: HP: 81% MP: 51%
Notes: In case you can't read them, the messages say, "No, I didn't help that much. Pen and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you" and "I want you to be with us on our travels". You guys choose whether you leave me where I am, or Pen could carry me :P
Tags: Pen Ddraig, Zyrune
Post Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9__phxffTQ

[Pen Ddraig]

HP 64% | MP 92%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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Pen waited in forced silence as she hoped Aria would reply. All the while Ashtver attempted to speak with the druid, after apparently realizing his voice was playing hid and seek he made a gesture in the air and fiddled with what the Guardian figured was his status screen. When five minutes had past and she had still heard no word back from the fox girl she began t worry. Ashtver shakily maneuvered his weakened body up into an unsteady standing position but unfortunately was unable to stay standing and dropped to a knee. The swashbuckler repeated this a few times before he made another swipe at the air. Pen watched him intently and lowered her hand from her ear. "I don't like this." She muttered, eliciting a sharp cough from Ashtver, followed by his voice quickly pushing out words. Pen looked at him and debated a snap at his choice of words. The wolf hair remembered the faint sound of Ashtver telling one of the assassins he was granting him mercy. Another memory followed suit as the first person point of view of her executing the assassin earlier flashed before her mind's eye. The lack of hesitation in the kill made Pen wonder about a part of her. The part of her that longed for battle. That savored the rush and felt the vibration and quivering ecstasy of her blade's edge against another. The feel of warm blood pattering against her skin.

Pen shut her eyes tight and shook her head. When she opened her eyes she saw Ashtver remove his plate armor and roll onto his back. He sleepily muttered something about rest and health. With the swashbuckler down for the moment she debated what she would do. She wondered what the likely hood of the missing assassin finding Aria. "Zy, help me with this melodramatic bastard, would ya." Pen huffed as she scooped up her shield and slid it into place on her left arm. Her heavy footsteps ended on Ashtver's left, and with her boot she lightly nudged the swashbuckler's side. "Oi, this is no time to rest. I know it hurts and your tired but we gotta get Aria and go." Pen's English accent was still somewhat thick. "Come on." Pen grunted as she squatted low to the ground and maneuvered the downed adventurer into a more upright sitting position. Slipping his left arm over his head she readied herself to help him up.

Once Ashtver's arm was secure around her neck Pen wrapped her arm around his waist to assist in keeping his wait up. "We're gonna find her together." She said firmly. "Do you remember where you left her a- hey, wake up." Pen lightly tapped Ashtver's cheek with her leather wrapped digits. "I need you up to make it easier. I don't have a minimap function outside the city. So wake up." Driving with her leg Pen executed an almost perfect squat. With her upright and with Ashtver's weight distributed between Zyrune and herself, it shouldn't be a problem. "Oi, I almost forgot," Pen said nodding to the swashbuckler's armor, "Ash, you need to put your armor away for now. Stuff it in your inventory and make it quick we need to find Aria and get out of here."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED: None

Words: 547

Notes: This feels like my worst post in a long while. Sorry guys. While it isn't much at least it's something to move us forward with.

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TAGS:Ashtver, Zyrune

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