[Mentor/Invite] Synergy

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510 words HP 100%		Pet: none MP 100%
The samurai Caerbannog, after having trained her class and her subclasses to the highest level available to individuals like her, sat on the low stone wall of her home in Savill Flower Grove. Elder Tale, her new world, was an MMORPG and it would be foolish to turn away from that fact. It meant that she could not push forward without the help of other people. While some preferred to go solo, the samurai was a tank and understood well the need for the participation of others. She would not have been able to defeat the field boss Maledict Mayahuel without the aid of an enchanter, a guardian, a monk and an assassin. It was a tank party, or so they joked back then; but it became obvious in the long run that support players and casters came in short supply. With that in mind, the wolf-hair put up an offer written on a piece of paper which she tacked onto a quest board in Londinium. It read: Looking to mentor Beginner caster and beginner support Venue: Schwarz-Oshiro Estate, Savill Flower Grove Mentor: Caerbannog (samurai) While it seemed odd for a tank to want to mentor people who did not have the same play style, Caer did not intend to mentor them on just using their skills but also on working with other people. As she had experienced in other MMORPGs, the tank had to coordinate with the support players and the mob hate had to be kept away from casters. Mages especially tended to dish out so much power that the enemy's attention would easily fall to them. Although samurais had the Challenge skill which would ensure that the target would not turn to other players for a whole turn, other tank classes did not have such a skill. Casters and support players would have to watch their own damage and heal generated so that the tank would not have such a hard time to keep up with the party. If anything, she learned from a certain gaming community that while sticking to one's role was the ideal scenario, the success of a party depended not on an individual's strength but on the synergy of the whole team. And so the wolf-hair, her eyes blue and her wolf ears hidden beneath her thick black hair, quietly sat upon the low wall as she waited for anyone who would respond to her request. Shorter than most players and rather childish in nature, the purple dragon pajamas that she wore probably did not make for a brilliant first impression. But that was something else that she wanted to teach to apprentices, that size, shape or even gender did not matter. Only play styles and the ability to work with others would save them in a fight. Except of course if the enemy was some lecherous old man who would be weakened at the sight of adorable lolis or bouncy women. The sun shone brightly overhead in the clear blue sky, not quite noon yet but the sun was on its way to its zenith.

[Wedge]

Wedge never visited a housing district before. He even doesn’t know if something like housing district exists in the first place. He ended up walking to this place because one thing.

It was another day in the Londinium for Wedge. After getting the hang of things in Londinium, the Blue-caped Sorcerer, out of curiosity and particularly have nothing to do at the moment, decided to look at the Quest Center in Londinium. Perhaps there could be a quest that he could take with his current level. He was a bit of disappointed when he found out that most of the Quests listed on the board need Adventurers with muscles or high level of job mastery. He’s not strong enough to take those high level quests. And his subclass, apparently, still in low level. He’s still not capable to carry such tasks. He preferred to not taking risks with his low level abilities. But, as he almost gave up on thing and left the Quest Board in regret, there was something that caught his yellow eyes.

A Quest requesting a spell caster and a supporter. No, that clause wasn’t the part that made Wedge interested with this little quest that tacked a bit different compared to other requests. The one who made this request, however, was the one that picked Wedge’s interest. The Level 90 Beautiful Samurai that he met when he first entered the Elder Tale. Miss Caerbannog. Oh man, a good chance to meet her again! This time Wedge will show the Samurai nifty tricks that he learned from grinding the slimes. He’s a bit more proud with his skills now. He doesn’t really want to brag it, but he want to show the Wolf-Hair that he made a progress. A big progress.

And so, without further thinking and ado, the Sorcerer in Blue decided to take a walk to the address written on the request, the Schwarz-Oshiro Estate at Savill Flower Grove.

It took Wedge quite amount of time for walking, asking directions, and losing directions until he reached the said place. Gladly he pull through it safely. No monsters encountered. Either the road is not inhabited by monsters or he’s just lucky that he didn’t meet any of them while he’s on his way. The bright sun brightens up the man’s mood. He’s just can’t wait until he meet Miss Caer again and do some fun stuffs again with her. But who will be the one who take the support job? Wedge still wonders, but somehow he remembered the red haired man, Caradoc.

No, no particular reason. The first support job that he saw was Shaman, and the first Shaman he met in person was Caradoc, who looked like playing Elder Tale at the same time as him. He considers Caradoc as his peer, friends who stood in equal terms, fellow newbie. But will Wedge meet that person again? There’s a chance, but Wedge won’t really be faithful about that. Things could happen in different way.

As the Sorcerer arrived at the scene, he keeps walking, looking for the Schwarz-Oshiro Estate, where Miss Caerbannog lives. Eventually, he finds the place, and he could notice that the Samurai woman is already waiting. Her outfit however, is the one that the man didn’t expect. If she’s about to meet someone… at least she wears something… casual? Is she just awake? Or maybe she’s not feeling the urge to take a bath and groom herself for now? Wedge knows that feeling. Some people are lazy enough to not having bath for few days. Whatever is the reason she wear the purple pajamas, Wedge doesn’t really mind to see Miss Caer in her pajamas. Still give the impressive cute image, nonetheless.

“Good morning, Miss Caer! It’s me, Wedge!”

The sorcerer waves eagerly to Caer’s direction. It seems that Wedge is very happy to meet her first mentor, again.

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TAGS: Caradoc, @dindeen | WORDS: 647 | TOTAL: 647

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NOTES: You want to pretend that Wedge gained some levels or not? :x

[Caradoc]

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like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
Despite staying in Londinium for quite a while, Caradoc still didn't really know his way around the place. He was from the opposite side of the landmass, for god's sake, it'd take him time to adjust to his new surroundings. ...And culture. Speaking of which– The level one shaman had just picked up a quest about being mentored, and ever since then, he'd been inwardly panicking about what he should do. He knew he probably needed the mentoring—what sort of beginner didn't?—but he was nervous as heck. Even if this was Caerbannog, the samurai he'd met a while back, that time had been... impromptu. And stuff. It had just been the basics, like how to attack or whatnot. Actually, now that he thought about it, could a samurai even mentor support and casting classes? Wait no, now wasn't the time to question the girl's abilities; she was probably more than capable. And she had called for them, she wouldn't have asked for such classes if she hadn't known she could handle them. But that just made everything a whole new level of nervewrecking. This time, it was a formal request for students. Not only that, it was at someone's house. Was that really okay...? Of course, the invitation was on paper, so there was no way Caradoc could confirm that but... Heavens help him, he had to go find a proper gift before he went... No time was ever specified either, so being late would always be a worry. So yeah. He panicked. A lot. Before heading over to the Schwarz-Oshiro Estate—the name Oshiro brought an unbidden glimmer of relief—he'd managed to scrounge up enough gold to buy a whole tiramisu cake. He honestly didn't know if it'd be welcome, or if the estate residents would like the coffee flavor, but he couldn't just bring himself. He would've brought flowers if not for the fact the whole area was filled with them. He also managed to get lost on his way out of London to Windsor Greatwood, and now he was as anxious as ever to get to the estate quickly. Toggling his courier ability helped a little, especially after he actually made it to the area, but it didn't exactly give him a route to take and he spent a lot of his time trying to figure just out how to get to his destination on an actual road. He really really hoped he wasn't late. By the time he rounded the corner to the estate, where his to-be mentor was waiting clad in nothing but pajamas, Caradoc was too stressed and tired to really want to comment on the samurai's choice of apparel. He had managed to catch the just married sign at the front, as he was untoggling [Checkpoint], so he vaguely wondered what the girl's husband—assuming this was her house anyway—had to say about that, but that was none of his concern. "S-sorry I'm late!" he burst out, distress clear in his voice, before his tone got more and more quiet, "Caradoc um... reporting for.. m-mentorship..." After bowing deeply and looking utterly ashamed of himself, the redhead finally calmed enough to smile awkwardly. "Thanks f-for having us. I um... Ibroughtcake." The last bit came out really hurriedly before said desert's box was hastily thrust out towards Caerbannog as if it were some sort of peace offering. Should the samurai not take the box, he would just balance it on the ledge she was sitting on and hope it didn't fall off. Either way, once he was free of his gift, he turned to a familiar-looking sorcerer in blue, visibly brightening when he laid his eyes on the man. "Wedge!" the shaman greeted warmly if not a little timidly, honestly looking very relieved that the samurai's other student was going to be the first—dare he say it?—friend he'd made since playing Elder Tale. Offering the taller man a shy wave and a wobbly smile, he wondered just what the guy had been up to since they parted ways. But that kind of thing could wait until later, and with a hint of nervousness, he turned his gaze back on Caerbannog, wondering what the girl would do next. WORDS: 708 NOTES: God, this is so late, I am so sorry. TAGGED: @dindeen & Wedge

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1040 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
As she sat upon the low wall of their estate, Caerbannog watched the fluffy clouds go by. A giraffe, a sheep, a man beating a cow with an elephant... rather weird shapes for clouds huh? Time passed without her noticing but the samurai did not mind. It was a nice day and she was waiting for prospective apprentices, and she was at her home anyway so it was not too troublesome. Behind her, the orchard's trees swayed against a gentle breeze and her rabbits huddled together in their little house. Every now and then, Hyzenthlay, the female enemic buster which carried a massive club around, looked up at the samurai on the wall. It was a rare sight for Caerbannog to be at the estate for hours on end except when she slept over, so the rabbit was slightly curious as to what the wolf-hair was up to. Hyzen hoped that it did not involve rabbit-eating wyverns again. When another adventurer approached Caerbannog though, the rabbit frowned and summoned two of her meat shields in case things got crazy. But Hyzen could rest easy; the person who approached the samurai was none other than Wedge who had just decided that one chance meeting with the eccentric wolf-hair was not enough. Maybe he was a masochist, or maybe he was just that clueless. He had not seen the odd side of Caer after all. Or maybe he'd seen a part of it since she was still in her purple dragon pajamas. Who mentors people while dressed in sleepwear anyway? "Vivi-kun!" the samurai so shamelessly greeted the sorcerer as one hand waved at him, "Are you lost? Or are you here to be my apprentice?" The shaman Caradoc followed shortly, his red hair a sharp contrast to his meek demeanor. Some of the redheads that Caerbannog had met in the real world and in Elder Tale had excitable personalities, so she did not expect for the shaman to be such a reserved person. Caer also did not expect cake. But there it was, lo and behold, in the hands of the newly-arrived shaman: tiramisu CAKE. The latter word alone rang through the orchard and echoed down a burrow between the orchard trees. A creature stirred from within the burrow and earth was upturned as said creature emerged quickly from its hiding place. With all its many feet, Foreman Mukade IX, the four-meter elite centipede dashed towards Caerbannog who was on the wall and greedily held out his appendages towards the shaman who brought the dessert. "Greetings, meat baby! I hear you bring CAKE?!" the centipede spoke in his kind's language which was nothing but clicks and hums to the ears of a regular person. No matter what language was used, Foreman Mukade IX would probably be able to recognize the word 'cake'. The delicious smell from the box also gave away the food item's presence and instead of waiting for Caerbannog to accept the offering, the centipede used his appendages to daintily take the box from Caradoc. The samurai flashed a smile and a thumbs up sign to the shaman to indicate that it was fine to hand over the box of delicious to the centipede. Once the redhead let go of the box, Mukade took the whole thing with him and retreated to his burrow in the orchard. "Goodbye cake! Goodbyyyyyye!" Caerbannog waved as her centipede slithered away. She then turned to the two adventurers before her and invited both of them to a party. The samurai synched down her level to 10. There was no point in teaching these two about working together with other classes if she could just thwack everything to death. "Take a walk with me," the mentor in purple dragon pajamas waved to the shaman and to the sorcerer as she hopped off the wall and landed on solid ground. The wolf-hair then turned towards the nearby river and walked along it though she checked over her shoulder every now and then to make sure that the other two were right behind. Further down that river, some young sahaugins, probably in the rebellious stages, had taken to hunting freshwater fish and would harass fishermen regularly. "Like a real MMORPG," Caer spoke to the other two as they walked on, "It's difficult to find healers here. But surprisingly there's an abundance of tanks. Do you know what the three tank classes are?" Now it was starting to sound like a quiz. And it was. "One of those classes have to chain their attacks, another class focuses on high defense with their shield, and the third tank class is able to fist their way out of most situations," the wolf-hair snickered at the third description, something which the Dwarf often referred to when he fought. Caerbannog led the party until they came across some fishermen who seemed worn out as they cursed under their breaths. Their clothes were torn and their fishing equipment were damaged, some to the point of being just pieces of line and wood. The fishing baskets were empty and it was obvious that the two men were recent victims of the sahaugin rascals. "Goddamn fish people!" one of the passing landers said as he looked over his broken fishing pole, "Can't they stick to the open seas?!" "Seems to be just that one group... about five of them?" another lander pointed out, "If only I was an adventurer, I bet I can drive them away from here." The samurai, who had stopped for a moment to listen in on the passers-by, nodded at the sorcerer and the shaman. She then continued to walk down the river until she saw some dead fish and heard shrieky sounds coming from somewhere downstream. The wolf-hair then stopped on her tracks. "Some young sahaugin, around five in number as the fishermen observed earlier. They are probably around... levels five to ten," she said to her party members, "Shall we teach them a lesson?" At that point, the samurai brought out not her sword but the massive black hammer Nottbjorn that was a full head taller than her. She slung it over one shoulder as she waited for the other two to reply and get ready for what was up ahead.
OOC: What is Wedge's Level? Young Sahaugin Level 4-10 Type: Aquatic Rank: Normal Nature: Wary Found in: Coasts Weakness/Resistances: Resist [Water], Weak [Lightning] Skills: - Moist Skin: Passive. The Sahaugin slowly regains HP as it is submerged in the water. - Bite: Bites the target at close range, dealing physical damage. Description: Fish-like creatures that walk bipedal with human-like limbs. Regardless, their main strength is in their jaws, which they will attempt to attack with. Normally the Sahaugin are a secluded monster race that prefer to avoid human contact, but they may attack aggressively if their habitat is disturbed.

[Wedge]

WEDGE | LV 01||

HP 100% MP 100% EQ Starter Grimoire, Starter Longsword, Starter Cloth Armor ACT None TAG Caradoc, @dindeen

Mmm, it starts.

Ah, the girl is as cheerful as ever, just like their first meeting. Her words and gesture shows that she’s full of energy, despite her attire that… doesn’t really mix well with the situation. Maybe she’s the kind who likes to goof off sometimes. Not a big deal. It’s still interesting. But wait… she called Wedge… Vivi? That sounds like a girl name! However, for an avid fan of Role-Playing Games like Wedge, he obviously knows which Vivi that she refers him to. Wedge truthfully admits that his character also inspired by this Black Mage Vivi from an RPG game that he plays a lot back when he was a kid. So he can’t really complain when the first impression that would be left in the samurai’s mind would be that Black Mage. It seems like there’s another one around here, seemingly watching Wedge and Caer from somewhere. But the Black Mage doesn’t really care about that. There’s nothing dangerous that would endanger him if there’s Miss Caer around here. Heck, it’s her house. Who dares to do such a ruckus in someone’s house?!

Wedge still doesn’t know if Miss Caer has a lot of wonderful things behind her estate.

“I’m too tall to be a Vivi, Miss Caer. But thanks for noticing the reference of my character. Anyways, I come here since I saw your quest on the board. Because I have nothing else to do, and you are the most familiar one for me, I think I’ll pay a visit, not to mention, I still have yet to learn things from you.”

Wedge is grinning, but his pitch black-face doesn’t show it. But you can still know Wedge is in happy mood if you notice his flourish intonations and word articulations. And not for a long time, the other one that would be mentored by Caerbannog appears. It’s a man with red hair, bringing something… like a box. Oh wait, the clothing and the hairstyle is familiar. Wedge’s eyes narrowed, trying to get a good focus on the newcomer. He really sure he meet this guy somewhere. Eventually the newcomer is getting closer and closer, slowly his face can be recognized. Much to Wedge’s surprise, this man is the least thing that he would expect to show up.

Apparently he brought a cake, giving it to the girl. But… wait. Wait a second. Something is moving from below the ground. And somehow… A CENTIPEDE! A GIANT CENTIPEDE IS COMING OUT FROM THE GROUND! Wedge jumped a bit while yelped in shock as he witnessed the centipede monster’s appearance. It looks quite scary, but seemingly it has connection with Miss Caer. He can’t really complain about that, he just afraid that it would eat him or… CARADOC?! IS HE OKAY?! HE’S NOT EATEN BY THE CENTIPEDE, RIGHT?! Gladly the Centipede is just taking the cake box. With some clicks and hisses, it then descends back to the the ground below. Whew… that built quite amount of suspense. He’s a bit afraid when he looks at that mean looking creature. But maybe… he will see it more often if he would bump again with Miss Caer some time later.

…Ah, could it be the threads of fate decided entwine three of them to meet each other? Yes, Wedge is very sure he knows this man, especially when this man calls his name. Yes, he’s that shaman. Caradoc, the one that was almost look like to be eaten by the Centipede.

“Oh, my dear friend Caradoc! It’s been a while since the last time I saw you!”

Oh well, as flamboyant as always. Wedge replies with a joyous voice, raising and opening up his arms to emphasize his happiness of meeting the one that he meets for the very first time when he plays the Elder Tale. Seemingly there’s nothing much changed from Caradoc. He still looks as timid as he was. That shy smile is also heartwarming. Wedge is relieve he still looks the same.

Now it’s the time for the real deal. The Samurai invited Wedge and Caradoc to the party, which Wedge happily accepts. She’s start walking and Wedge gives a thumbs up while following her steps. He wonders what kind of place that this party will visit. Judging from the environment, something like a river or a forest is the closest one that Wedge could conclude. But actually if she teaches them things in a top of mountain, Wedge doesn’t really mind about that. He’s interested with his current mentor, anyways. He should know this girl more.

And she starts asking something, a trivial knowledge, but not to be underestimated. Sometimes even the most unimportant thing like name of classes and skills would give you help in some situations. Not to mention that if you know many things you can think over them easily and would find a practical usage for your knowledge.

He didn’t answer the question. Not until the girl finishes her explanation. Wedge currently knows two classes that could be a protective support for him. Miss Caer’s class, the Samurai, is the one that could be the fastest tank with many combos thanks to the sword art. The second one, he remembered that the War Maiden in pink hair was a Guardian, the one that has the strongest defense among the other class. The third one… however. He doesn’t really know about that. Maybe the answer is A Brawler? A monk? He’s not sure…

“I’m currently mentored by a Samurai and i’ve met a Guardian. However, the third one you’ve mentioned… I’m still not sure about that. Usually in MMORPGs they are called Fighter or Brawler, but most common ones for the ones who uses their fist is called “Monks”. Am I correct?”

Correct or not, Wedge would only nod with a feeling of satisfaction.

The next thing that he notices next is… the river, with some Landers and… fish men that are messing around with the Landers. Perhaps it’s the time to kick in some Mana Arrows and Grimoire Blasts?

When Caerbannog asked if Wedge is ready for an encounter, without doubt, his trustee Grimoire appears on his right palm. And at the same time, he shows something that the other two never seen before. He decided to be confident about this now. His free left hand slowly approaches his waist that is hidden underneath his blue cape. A sharp sound of an iron rubbing against a leather then could be heard.

A sword.

Wedge unsheathes a long sword, now is being held tightly on his left arm. The idea is to use his sword as a magic wand rather than hacking and slashing an enemy from it. He’s not a natural physical attacker. His sword will be a channel between his mana reserve and the spells.

With this planned moves, Wedge is ready to rock.

“Well, I am more than prepared to do this thing. I won’t be the one that would do the slice and dice, though.”

The Blue Sorcerer scoffed at his comment.

WORDS: 1173 | TOTAL: 1820

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NOTES: Ah... well... i'll stay at Lv.1 like Caradoc. Feels like cheating if i pretend my level count. butifcaradocwannabelv5i'llfolow

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