Slime Vengeance [Invite Only]

[Sergej]

The town square was rather noisy today, Sergej noted mentally as he wandered around town. It had only been a couple of days since he had entered the world, and so far the massive man had gone on what it felt like so many adventures! It was time for more! Looking around, and listening intently, Sergej had tried finding something to do. Perhaps others were planning expeditions outside of London, maybe one of these People of the Land that he had heard about were offering... stuff. Funnily enough his ear picked up the sound of an old man crying out for assistance. Scanning the large crowd of adventurers and landers, he picked out where it was coming from. Several adventurers had crowded around, and were listening to this awkwardly short old man. He kept yelling and yelling at the adventurers, who just laughed before dispersing.

"But... but... who will take revenge for me! The... the slimes... they killed my dear grandson as he was playing in the forest... HAVE YOU NO KINDNESS!?" The old man broke down in tears as the adventurers wandered away. What had this man asked for that the other adventurers refused to turn down?

Sergej ran over and picked the collapsed mass of flesh that the old man had become, and shook him roughly. "What happen? Sergej can help." The mans rough voice seemed to bring he man to his senses, which caused him to spaz a little bit and escape the huge guardian's grasp.

"Gah what in heavens are you!?" The old man shook his head. "Nevermind that. Slimes killed my grandson and I want revenge!" Sadness seeped out of his lips as he spoke. "But... I am powerless. But you adventurers are strong! Please avenge my dear Steven!" Glancing at the floor, his expression showed that he had nowhere else to turn.

"Da. Sergej help. But how much pay Sergej?" The large russian man quipped at the much smaller lander. Inside his mind he knew he wouldn't accept payment, but he had a face to keep after all; especially since he had plans to form a band of mercenaries that were surely to become quite a force to be reckoned with.

"M-money!? You want money!? S-sure I can pay! All I have. Just kill those slimes!" The old man seemed extremely grateful that someone listened and accepted his 'quest' to go on a massive slime killing spree.

"Da, no problem. But need partner." Sergej glanced around at adventurers that had been wandering around. Each and every one of them had a different look to them. Some strong, some looked weak, some were cats and others were foxes; which caused Sergej to slightly growl at each one as they walked by. Damn things kept reminding him of home. Walking into the crowd, he began looking around for the perfect partner. The one that stood out above all else. It took him around fifteen minutes, and thankfully the old man stopped begging for assistance and just left to probably grieve. Do not worry old man, Sergej will avenge fallen. His eyes strayed off the beaten path once more... and found him! Reaching out, he grabbed the shoulder of a blond-haired man and forcibly spun him around.

"You is partner killing slimes, yes?"

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Tags: Maelstrom
Notes: Des you be all of the upwards. Thread will end in the grove, and we might do some killing in the woods too.

[Maelstrom]

Maelstrom began to slowly massage his eyes with his hand, forcing white splotches to pulsate across the darkness that momentarily enveloped his world, as he made his way through the crowded streets on his way to the town square. This world he now found himself in had left him to fend for himself without giving him even an ounce of support. That is what he would call heartless. Not that a world would have a heart so to say, at least not in any resemblance of a heart he would be familiar with. Still, a bit of cash would have been nice. Just something with which he could start to build himself up with, get comfortable, and then decide to move on with would be enough.

Yet how was he supposed to do such a thing without even a single sent to his name? Should he fight and thus slowly gain money from slaying creatures or invent something and build what he needs to in order to make a profit? Both were tantalizing prospects, each with their own advantages and disadvantages. Slaying monsters would allow him to gain experience as well as money and supplies but so much time is wasted on transit both to and from the fields. Yet inventing and selling products left him without a starting money pool to pull from and no supplies with which to dedicate to filling said pool. To make matters worse Maelstrom would have to rent or purchase a shop, something that required a pretty penny to acquire. Which once again, he had absolutely none of, not even an ugly penny.

Freeing his eyes from his massaging, Maelstrom winced a bit as the first beams of sunlight struck them and pulled the hazy world around him into focus. He had come to the town square to solve this dilemma though. All he had to do was entice a seasoned adventurer into loaning him some money to jumpstart the business he had planned. Or, in failing to do said enticing, either work around town or find a quest to run on. Barely five steps into the cobblestone square he found his first chance.

A crowd had seemed to form not too far from the edge of the square, drawn by the ravings of a Person of the Land. The little geezer seemed to be ranting something about having lost a son or grandson to a… slime? Maelstrom’s hand ran through his blonde hair in contemplation of what that could mean. Was the slime a field boss of sorts? Or perhaps the old man hadn’t gotten a good view of the incident? Either way, the sorcerer was finding it hard to believe that anyone could fall prey to a slime. The things were a sad, stereotypical monster for MMOs, normally only ranking in the beginner tier of opponents. Weak, slow, and had about as much health as a fly. Yet a young Person of the Land was unable to fend it off? Something didn’t seem right. That stubby old man was holding something back, and Maelstrom wasn’t eager enough to hop into an unknown situation by his lonesome.

Sighing and turning to walk away, the sorcerer was about to scan the crowds for anything that appeared to offer any sort of promise when he felt a strong hand grab his shoulder and spin him a full one-eighty. It took a few milliseconds spent on blinking to bring the image he now found in front of him into focus. It seemed that some monster of an Adventurer had desired his attention, towering a full half foot over Maelstrom’s head with a rather stern look across his face. Half puzzled, half worried, the sorcerer was about to inquire into the man’s intentions when a gruff voice questioned his participation in a killing of slimes. Ah, is he from that crowd? I didn’t think anyone was taking that geezer’s bait…~ he mulled over as he looked the man over.

It may not be a bad proposition actually, now that another Adventurer had jumped into the equation. The man appeared to be a Guardian, which meant he could pull a good amount of the damage and free up some room for Maelstrom to fire off some shots when needed. If anything, the situation had turned from sketchy to beneficial. With the money he’d make from this he may be able to start up his business and get into manufacturing parts and designs. Not to mention, he thought with a slight grin, I bet slime-oil would make a great machinery lubricant.~ God knows he’d probably be swimming in the stuff by the end of the day anyway, may as well try to take advantage of it.

Returning from the timeless space inside his mind, Maelstrom nodded to the Guardian. “Sure, I can partner up with you for killing off some slimes for the time being, as long as I get a cut of the profits that is. My name is Maelstrom; you can call me anything that fits from that. You are?”

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Thread Word Count: 843
Tags: Sergej
Notes: Sounds slick to me broski, lets do slay it up.~

[Sergej]

Sergej looked over the mans face he had spun around. Interesting, Sergej thought, add a beard and this man could be viking! Chuckling to himself he heard this man agree to the idea of killing many many slimes. The small man wanted a cut of the profits. He wanted a cut of the profits! This thought caused Sergej to laugh boisterously. "Bwahahaha, you remind Sergej of Sergej. Come, let us get to killing!" As soon as he said come, he wrapped an arm around behind the blonde and pushed slightly in hopes to get him walking toward the gates before lowering his arm to his side.

Perhaps they should go straight to the fields, where slimes are easier to see, but are slightly stronger. Or perhaps they should go towards the forest, where the slimes are slightly harder to find but are weaker, and they would be able to kill more. Wait, that is perfect plan! Sergej will take smaller man and we will go through forest, kill slimes on way, and then kill in field! Perfect! His thoughts forced him to grin as they were walking towards the gates. "So, name Sergej." He patted his chest rather loudly to show who he was referring to. "What is name?" It was obvious who he was talking about when his finger pointed at the blond haired man. "And are sure combat prepared? Thin cloth not stop slime." After all, Sergej had bumped with one before on his second day, and their attacks had some oomph behind them. The huge blue haired Russian was slightly fearful that the blonde haired man would get hit by a slime, and simply crumble; after all he had no idea what a health bar really even was, and simply felt that he could take such hits due to his sheer size and muscle mass. Perhaps he had just never been brought near death?

If they walked, the two would walk outside the gate and towards the entrance to what looks like a rather large forest. Sergej looked... pumped was the only word that could describe it. If he had a sharpening stone on him he looked as though he could have whipped out his axe and started sharpening it right then and there. Instead, the man pulled out his axe swung it a few times, cheered, then yelled as he ran into the forest. "YEAAAH! LET US GET TO KILLING!"

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Words: 404
Post Words: 950 (3 AP)
Tags: Maelstrom
Notes: To battle!

[Maelstrom]

The sudden laugh plus the nudge caught the blonde Sorcerer by surprise. For Christ’s sake, what is up with this guy?~ Though beginning to second guess his thoughts about following the burly man into the wilds outside of town, it wasn’t exactly like he could back out now. Do it for the gold man, do it for the gold…~ he repeated in his mind a couple of times as he quickstepped forward to catch up to the Guardian. Once he got the payment he could be finally get moving and really start placing a foundation for his life.

Catching up to Segej, Maelstrom kept a pace off to his left side as they made their way through the crowded streets of the city. “Maelstrom, my name is Maelstrom. I think I told you that though. Not that it matters I guess,” he said absentmindedly, browsing the stands, shops, and vendors without real purpose. I should be fine. I mean I picked up Blink for a reason right? Any time it looks like trouble just a quick bolt and I’m out of harm’s way… Still…~ he thought over it for a moment as he passed a tailor, ~… some armor would be nice…~ What he really wanted was actual armor though. The Guardian had made a very valid point about cloth armor, it was weak. Light, sure, but it was extremely weak. Once he could manage it, Maelstrom had plans to ditch the light equipment in hopes of grabbing some plate armor.

Sidestepping an Adventurer walking in the opposite direction, Maelstrom answered, “I’ll be fine. It’s just as simple to dodge an attack as it is to defend one, and I doubt these slimes pack nearly enough punch to actually do any real damage.” After all, if these were just standard slimes he wouldn’t have to worry too much about their speed. What could hop fast enough to catch someone who can run away, not to mention use Blink. Needless to say, the Sorcerer was not even slightly worried about the hordes of animated Jell-O that littered most of the low level areas. “Oh, I forgot to ask something. Mind if we try to harvest some of the ooze from them once we slay a couple? I want to see something, figured it would be as good a time as any.” The possibilities that it had some useful qualities were too tantalizing to pass up, and Maelstrom just could not keep the thoughts out of his mind.

After arriving at the gate, the Sorcerer turned to ask Sergej where their intended destination was to be but was stopped short by what appeared to be a crazed look on his face. “Is everything o-“ he managed to question before he was cut off by the Guardian’s roar. What the hell is going on!?~ Maelstrom wondered in a slight daze as the man bolted off ahead of him. Sprinting after him, grimoire in hand, he called out, “At least warn me before you do something like that man!”

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Post Word Count: 505
Thread Word Count: 1348
Tags: Sergej
Notes: Shall we begin my friend? Also do you want me to stagger my writing? Like I do half the post on the same time as you and the other half sets up a stepping stone for your's or do you wish to continue leading?

[Sergej]

During Sergej's charge, he heard his companion behind him yell after him. Presumably, the other man had started to catch up, and Sergej glanced behind him to confirm the thought. Smiling, he charged through several more bushes before giving up on his charge. Slowing down to a halt, he slammed his axe into the ground once more. He didn't care if that habit would eventually cause his weapon to break down, after all it was quite heavy to lug around in his arms all the time. Sergej should work on that, he thought, perhaps lifting would fix. As he thought this he turned around and waved his companion over. "No slime." Sergej shook his head a bit before talking again. "Sergej know nothing of find slime. Was Melstrom hunter in past life?" He had never truly hunted before, and by never truly... he was extremely lucky and just ran around until something came across his path. That wasn't a very strong tactic to begin with, however effective it was that one time. Now he had someone else with him, and Sergej doubted that the other man had the same willpower/stamina that he himself had to simply run for perhaps an hour.



As Sergej waited, or listened to the answer, he looked around to check their surroundings. Trees, trees everywhere the eyes could see with several bushes dotting the ground next to them. They weren't that far in the forest yet, so it was obvious that many people before had traveled here; probably landers, and that created some make-shift paths around the forest. Sergej wondered just how deep people have gone into this forest, and if anyone had truly been lost here. Perhaps Sergej would be first to get deepest, and first to get lost! If only Sergej realized that more often than not, he would never be the first person to get lost in such a place. He then turned back towards Maelstrom and clapped once. The clap was rather loud and clangy as his gauntlets came together and the man himself seemed louder. "Alright. So, does Lighty have plan?"



Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Words: 350
Thread Words: 1301 (5 AP)
Tags: Maelstrom
Notes: Sorry for the wait. Also, Melstrom isn't a typo, I applied an accent, and Sergej might coin your nickname as Lighty since it's obvious you wear very light cloth armor, are blonde and pale with yellow/gold eyes. I'd say it fits.
Also, let's work together to continue the story, so the stepping stone idea.