[Open] Coming out of the shadows

[lanceknight]

Lance shook his head "Why run?" he said as he looked at the fight at hand and gripped his staff. He had no intentions to fight and he would run away when he got the chance. As the battle went on he could see that the cat was getting beat up on while the druid wasn't doing so good either. He leaned on a tree as more guys joined the fight against the team that was trying to help him. He looked at the battle with a boring look in his eye but as he turned to leave he got shot with a beam of light that the cleric had shot at him. He slowly turned his head with a bored look in his eye "Oh? Attacking me eh?" he said as he gripped his staff and turned towards the Cleric. He gripped his staff "1... 2..." He counted the seconds down before unleashing the spell "Orb of Lava!" he pronounced as a Fist sized ball of Lava was hurled at the Cleric. The ball hit the Cleric straight on and caused damage on impact. The orb then bounced off and hit the Guardian. He shrugged a bit "Your the ones who started the fight with me..." he muttered as he was now watching his back from all directions "I was just an innocent bystander watching the fight guys and you just had to come and attack me. ME out of everyone else that is actually doing the damage to you." he said to the group of thugs as he thought of what to do next. Stuff was happening all around him now as a healer had entered the field and the elf was charging at everything he could see. 

HP: 80%
MP: 90%


TAGS: Zyrune Pawzyrus Aiyana Raze Mellow calm silenyordle butterflyborealis

[Pawzyrus]

Blood... Everywhere...
He watched as the sorcerer slammed himself against a wall in horror and shock, and then grinned in satisfaction.

Blood... Mine?

His vision began to blur as he noticed a sliding blade through his armor, and slipping into his flesh.
60% health pool

Pawzyrus slowly began to collapse to the floor, as everything moved so, painfully slow.

What have i done wrong? I was a fool... But please, don't make me die this way...

30% Health Pool

Pawzyrus felt the blade penetrate deeper, a pain unlike any other flowering into the pits of his stomach.

Everyone, i have failed you. I have FAILED you.

Tears ran down his cheeks, the blade almost finished with it's course. he felt it crack right through his shoulder blade.

No, i will not die...

Pawzyrus slowly stumbled to his feet, holding his nodachi in two hands.

Without... one last shot...

His vision was a red blur, his health bar flashing in his eyes, only the center of vision clear.

10% Health pool

As the blade left his back, he turned.

Pawzyrus whispered to himself "Please... Save them."

His face became a roaring embodiment of anger, as his voice boomed "YOUR ALL COMING DOWN WITH ME!"

He lifted his sword up, a new energy arising "Grand Ace Move: Seinaru... SHINKEN!!!!!"
Pawzyrus's blade glowed in a magnificent golden aura, before crashing down onto calm, leaving the cleric, and guardian in the golden aura's 3 meters of destruction.

A golden strike exploded from the ground, devouring the targets inside.

Please... Work.

Health Pool:...

0%.

Wait, what?

Pawzyrus laid on the ground, waiting a few moments to be sent away to the cathedral, but he... didn't? He checked his health bar once more; 45%, and increasing. He noticed a pink gas around him, and saw the healer cast a spell on him.

He waited there until the heal ended; 68%. he jumped off his feet, moving away from the group of bandits into a more advantageous position.

"Ok, lets do this!". He had been saved from death, as far as his eyes could see. But that's impossible, he thought, its obvious his eyes feared the worst and dropped the hit-bar dramatically. but still, it was close. he was trembling in his stance...

Health pool: 68%
Energy: 70%
Word count: 376

[silenyordle]

HP 100% Stamina 90%

Crash!! Silenter felt the werecat fling away from him as he bashed him next thing he knew was that he was kind of woozy. Charging while being intoxicated was not a good idea Silenter heaved and puked, "bleeeeh" feeling much better after doing this. He looked up to see the were cat glaring at him before turning to attack the cleric. That was a bad move as the Fox masked assassin started to charge at him.

Silenter then looked to the enemy druid seeing him began to cast spells again he turned back to the werecat and the assassin watching the werecat get shredded by the assassin. Silenter whipped his head back to see the Sorcerer begin casting his despicable magic and used "Orb of Lava" on the cleric and watched it bounce on to the Clerics Leader. Then the half-elf druid started to cast his own spells and began to use "Brilliant prism" on the cleric as well then cast another spell from his free hand cast 'Willow Spirit" and the vines shot out from him aiming the Fox masked assassin attacking the werecat.

Damn these mages...

Silenter drew his sword and intercepted and sliced the vines feeling the thorns dig into him. He winced as he was now back to back with the Fox Masked assassin.He got uneasy feeling in his gut as he turned to see the werecat sword began to glow golden. Silenter's heart quickened as he guessed was about to happen he threw his sword down and grabbed the Fox assassin by his shirt "Get behind me you Jack Ass"! Silenter posted up his great shield meeting the attack of the werecat absorbing the blow creating a shock wave that rattled his bones and shook his shield.

Silenter's body ached as the werecat collapsed using the last bit of strength to in his last blow. Silenter took a knee grabbed his sword and turned to the Fox Assassin make sure he was ok before standing he noticed that the werecat was healed before his death and frown grew on his face but the werecat was not the target he lifted his sword and pointed it at the druid and yelled at him trying to incite anger in him and got smug look on his sweat drenched face began to taunt the druid,"Hey half-elf how about you stop being a wimp hiding behind you magic and take me on head on like a real man!"

Taunting Shout  targeted on Zyrune
Passive "Valor Guard" activated increased defense by 25%

30% Damage

5% damage from vine slicing.
Iron Will 5% physical defense

HP 65% Stamina 85%

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440 words●Calm, Zyrune, Pawz

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[Saber]

--A New Threat Appears--
Senpai has noticed you all...

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-|-Quest-|-

Social Quest - Engage the Level Ones.

Objective: End the fight.

Party:
-Saber - 90 - Assassin

Do you believe in ghosts?

“I’ve seen enough…” Saber sighed and stood up from his perched position atop of a nearby building, his eyes blinking with annoyance as the lower levels fought it out, fighting amongst each other over something petty, something which he doubted more than half of them understood. The initial player was in a pinch, cornered by a trio, and within minutes it had turned into some sort of brawl. Saber tended to leave things alone, and let people handle their own problems. But what stirred him the most was the fact that a female was now involved. Saber was no gentleman, nor was he a knight, but there was someone in the crosshairs who did not need to be. What made things worse was that they were in a location where other players could end up involved. It needed to end, and he could careless how it did.

Thankfully for him and unluckily for them, he had just eaten, was well rested, and was fresh off the field; he was warmed up and readied up enough to where he could go into a dungeon. He had his morning run in with the game’s violent inhabitants to warm him up and another dozen or so monster kills under his belt. Along with that, he had a few cups of tea to wake him, a soft conversation with a lovely lady to relax him, breakfast and lunch in his belly to fuel him, and a mind steeled enough to where he could deal with this fight in his sleep. As he got to his feet, the lips of the man pulled into a stern flat line, and his eyes narrowed. He pulled his hood up as his expression turned hard and his blood pulsed, running thick as his fuse reached its end point. At first, he expected this to be smooth and go without problems. The fact that everyone and their grandmother was jumping in now just annoyed the hell out of him. On any other day, Saber most likely would have ignored it. However, he had spent way too much time watching and way too much time bothering. If he left now, he would end up wondering what the end was and that would distract him far too much.

A soft breeze tapped at his back, making Saber look forwards the horizon to see the lovely sky. The wind caused Saber’s cloak to flutter, revealing his sheathed weapons beneath it, but it also showed his relaxed hands. This wasn’t his fight but he would not stand to watch it get worse. This would probably waste daylight he could spend on grinding, but hopefully it would be well worth it in the end. With that in mind, he pushed off his heels and jumped across to the next building to his left. From there, he jumped to his right and then forward further to his left, the gap between where he sit and the fight becoming nothing more than a slight drop to the hard ground. At that point, Saber’s eyes fell on his first target; the Druid assaulter. It was a man with a mask who was a level one just like the rest, but he seemed bold enough in his actions. He was one of the aggressors.

“I hope they’re ready for a real fight.” The flat line pulled tighter and a light grunt escaped Saber’s lips as he stepped off the roof. He wouldn’t hold back, not an inch. These players were indiscriminately fighting and threatened the safety and lives of fellow players. Saber was no Royal Guard, but in this case; the Royal Guard would have been a better sight for them. Sadly, they were not lucky enough. Instead; they got a player who was quite content with slitting someone’s throat for doing something foolish…

Touching down just within the entrance of the ally, Saber’s body became nothing more than a silhouette. He vanished from sight, completely, and his body became a black veil. His eyes blinked red as his blood boiled, anger seethed through his teeth. As he stood, a throwing knife came free from its holster. His eyes locked onto the Monk and a skill keyed; Quick Draw. A moment later, the high-level Assassin. In a flash, his body accelerated to full speed and Saber emerged from the alley. He bolted straight through the fray and his right arm flashed forward in compliance with the skill he had used; the level ninety player heading directly towards the level one Monk. Out from his fingers, the dagger he held came free and it shot into the ground just beside the Monk. Like a bullet, it cracked into the pavement, and into the player’s shadow. Upon impact with the black outline, tendrils shot out and immediately bound the Monk in his tracks, locking him down from moving; Shadow Bind. Just as the binding took effect, Saber’s feet silently touched pavement behind the locked down player. His eyes locked onto the masked player’s back and his hands touched the hilts of his two blades. Another skill took effect; Assassinate.

The two blades sliced forward and carved the Monk’s fate in blood, sealing him to the contract Saber left him with. Bound with his back exposed to a skilled murderer was fatal, and that would be this man’s fate. His weapons sliced at the air in front of him, crossing each other mid-flight to create a massive X-mark in front of him. Immediately after his blade’s swung Saber cast a secondary skill, and his swords came back down on the bound Monk; Perfect Autopsy. Should he somehow survive the initial strike, Saber’s blades left traces of Mana all across the Monk’s back, lacing him with it. Seconds after being left behind, the Mana would explode, so Saber jumped backwards a few paces and flicked his swords to his sides; his eyes narrowing on the Monk as his nose pushed against his scarf. The Assassin glared out from beneath his black hood. As he watched and waited for the glittery show, Saber keyed one last skill.

Malicious Intent.

His presence surged outwards into the surrounding zone, encompassing all participants of the battle with his blood thirst and anger. If they didn’t know he was there from his entrance and attacking of the one player, they would now. And they would know that he was pissed.

: Post Title :
-The "Royal Guard" Arrives-

: Word Count :
1063

: Skills Used :
Quick Draw, Shadow Bind, Assassinate, Perfect Autopsy, Malicious Intent

: Tagged :
Saber, Mellow

: Notes :
Player Targeted: Mellow

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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[butterflyborealis]

She looked around at the scene, she didn't seemed to be noticed yet, and that was fine in her opinion honestly. The time she waited recovered some mana.
She watched the others, the strange cat samurai flipped onto his feet and was fighting seemingly blindly. One of the masked murderers bolted towards that man's back, his blade ripping right through his armor and bone. How was that possible. To her horror, he fell. But right before he fell, A golden, glorious blaze appeared on his blade, stretching out 3 meters, hitting multiple targets at once, engulfing them.

She also noticed the druid flinging spell after spell, the victim launching a orb of lava helping a little bit.
About time, She thought.

She noticed the guardian for the first time, his armor gleaming from the dawn sun as he valiantly saved an individual from the samurai's golden blaze.
"Amazing.." she said in awe, watching him be a true hero...
Even though its an evil assassin...

Oh no, She thought,  He is in a terrible position! protecting an ungrateful assassin, hell be killed!

She checked her skills, all off cooldown.

Her floating ball glowed, tail curling, ears flattening.
"Leave him alone, all of you!"
her hands begin to glow in a variety of colors before clasping together.
"Damage Interception! Prayer of recovery!" her hands exploded in colorful lights, stretching towards the guardian, shrouding him in a glimmering barrier. The heal was small, but she had to help him and his poor positioning as much as she could.

She noticed the samurai standing up suddenly, interesting.

Suddenly, she heard a whir of air, and blade striking flesh.

A robed figure with speed that seemed bone breaking was intensely striking at mellow.
"who.. is that?"

She read the interface.
' Saber, level 90 elf assassin
Crafting Subclass: Level 57 alchemist
Roleplaying Subclass: Level 34 animal trainer'

Who... was this man...

Health pool: 100%
Mana Pool: 80%
Word Count: 316

[Data Holder]

For a moment, you can see a Royal Guard standing in the background, scratching his head. He disappeared a moment later.

[Mellow]

...



POWER

Searching . . . . Cartridge found! Starting "[Open] Coming Out Of The Shadows" . . . .

HP:0

SP:80

Save found . . . ERROR . . . Goodbye, Mellow . . .


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"MELLOW!!!!!"

Before it began..it was already over..

"Quick Draw...Shadow Bind.."

It all started with the shadows locking on to his being. He couldn't turn around, he couldn't fidget, he couldn't do anything; such an overwhelming force, what was it? "Such strength.. heheheh.. GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!..Hahaha..I'm gunna neepin' KILL YOU!" He wasn't sure what was coming, but he knew something was coming; and he sure as hell didn't like it. Suddenly erupting into a hysterical laughter, Mellow let out his final cry to the man; this moment in time being one he'd always remember. "REMEMBER THIS BODY, ETCH IT INTO YOUR neepING MIND, BECAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, AND I MEAN REALLY GET MY HANDS ON YOU. I. WILL. neepING. END YOU! HEAR ME, ASSASSIN?!!!" I WILL E--"

"Assassinate"

Within mere moments..the story was over..

"This is blood?..My blood?.." He laid limp on the ground, pain surging through his body yet not all the same. His entire world grew gray, a white light at it's center as blood cascaded from his lips; his eyes beginning to fade behind the mask "Ahhhn.. this feels so good.. such a blissful pain.." He slowly nodded, using everything in his power to turn around and read the name of the man who assassinated him "Saber....". His body suddenly fueled itself with rage, giving him the strength to say one last thing as he opened his eyes wide - almost as if he was a reanimated corpse - and let out a hair raising scream; his malicious intent filled with the mans name "SAAAABBBBEEERRRRRRR!!!!".

. . . You have been PK'd by Saber . . . 

Never in my life.. did I imagine I'd re-live it again.. that horrible memory..

"Mom..Dad..I have something to tell you." 

"No.."

Before his eyes was Benjiman Newsome, the man he used to be, standing in front of his parents bed; emotions running high. For a long part of his life, he'd always believed something was wrong with him, something was off; he just couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until he met a hermaphrodite in high school and heard it from him did he realize what was wrong with him--

--"Maybe I'm not supposed to be a boy.. Maybe I'm supposed to be a girl.."

"Not again.."

He began to tell his parents how he felt, what he believed, what he thought, what he wanted to be. His dad gave him a smile; his acceptance as clear as day..however.. not all things were as they seemed. "You what?.. No, that's not what you want, honey. I gave birth to a son, not a girl. Do you want to crossdress? Do you want to be gay? You don't want to be a girl, honey. You've never shown no signs." The disgusted look that hid behind her smile..he would never forget it.

...The worst thing you can ever see is the look on your parents face as they tell you what you're doing is wrong, that it's not what you want, that it's not what you should do. That pain that I felt.. I'll never forget it...

The scene forwarded itself to some weeks past; the same man curled up on his bed. After feeling so dejected, realizing he'd lose everything if he went down this path, he chose the cowardice way out..he chose not to go through with his transformation.. he stayed the man he was; however, after completely giving up on assuming this new identity, he lost his old one in the process. "Who am I?..What am I?.." Benjamin forced himself to smile, he forced himself to assume multiple identities..all while no longer having his own.. 

"STOP IT!"

"Awwee, Benjamin..even if everyone else has left you..you still have me..we can be together.. we can be one.."

"NO! GO AWAY!"

"I love you, Mellow"

"DAAAMMMNNNNNIIIIITTT!" 

Splash...splash..splash..

His vision returned to him, slowly regaining consciousness as he immediately gripped on the first thing his hand touched. "Sand?..What the hell?.." gradually getting himself up, he brushed himself off as he analyzed the area around him. 'This place is pretty rad....so..I died, huh?" Megani let out a sigh; almost giving him relief to know she was there as he flicked his head in response "OW! I am-- A lady, yeah I know.". Brushing himself off once more, he sat down just inches from the shoreline; the water brushing against his shoes. "We actually died..hmph..Saber's such a meanie!" He nodded in response; clinching his fists at the name "I'm gunna kill that neeper y'know..I promise you that.." She let out a giggle, metaphorically embracing him from within his mind "I know, Mellow..I know". Tapping his shoulder in place of her hand, he let out another sigh before his eyes focused on the earth in front of him; his mind, body, and soul fueled by one name..and one name only..

"Saber...I'm coming for you.."

Hey do think they have a bathroom up here?--

--Shut the neep up, Megani..

845 WORDS ● calm ● NOTES

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[Raze]

- 0 2 9 % -
- 0 6 9 % -

Both thrown blades found their mark, gashing into the Cleric with deep, penetrating cuts as he grunted in pain. There were two ways for him to move from here: A, he healed himself, drawing out his death by a little longer or B, he decided to blast Raze with his flashy little boom-boom: 'Martyr Spear'. Even if he did, Raze had at least distracted the cleric to target himself instead of the druid... and took the blow to the face, bolting at him at near point-blank range and skewering right through the swashbuckler's shoulder, leaving a messy, open gash, dropping him hard and causing his charge to stumble. Still, the Cleric was low - and taking fire from a few others as well - about time the sorcerer picked up a little slack. Just a little more damage, before the Cleric had a chance to heal...

"-SHINKEN!"

The wave of golden light engulfed the cleric, less than a meter away from Raze, and flat-lined him completely. The divinity slash move was bafflingly easy to avoid... if one actually paid any attention to avoiding it, but if it hit, it was devastating, as the Cleric had just discovered, dissolving into a splash of anima before his body even had the time to hit the ground. Clutching himself with an exasperated sigh, Raze could feel the warmth of the blood slithering between his fingers whispering to him... but there was no revenge to inflict, so the whispers were met with a thin promise that the snake would analyze his prey and strike again. The monk was still a threat-

Aaaaand it's gone.

By the time Raze lifted his daggers and turned for another surgical charge, his intended target had been absolutely, utterly, undeniably, and mercilessly mauled by...

Sweet mother of god.

It had been a few years since Ajay's bouts on the Chinese servers, two expansions ago, back when the level cap was 80. He had never seen a level 90 before, and was pretty sure this one was mad. Very mad. So he was going to nope the neep out of there before he was a target. Granted, it seemed like the assassin was doing the job of the royal guard, killing the aggressors and not the defenders, but with his whole charge-and-gut motif, Raze did look like the aggressor type, even if he was technically fighting back. So it'd probably be simpler if he just backed off. The druid, sorcerer and shaman were more obviously defenders, so they'd most likely be fine for the time being. Raze, not so much.

After all, a berserker never runs away
but sometimes, just sometimes,
they charge in the opposite direction.

W: 461

[calm]

Calm nearly made himself blush, his last attack was actually really fun. The feeling of his blade colliding against his target, “hehehehe” this is something he wanted to feel more of. A murderous intent, psychopath one would say, another would say even an artist. Calm was never much of a PvPer in other games, but something about the complete immersive feeling of the game, it brought a dark side to him. But happiness was soon consumed with anger as his sure kill was completely neglected because of the druid. HAD THERE BEEN MORE TIME, ONE MORE SECOND, both the neko-boy and the druid would regret their actions, but sadly everything had come to a halt. A man who was a much higher came with the attention of ruining the fun. Had that been it, however things would have been fine, but no… this situation was blown WAY out of proportion. The new man practically obliterated the other kitsune mask wearer, not even a shred of mercy. In a sense though, it was respectable, had he held back it would be taken as a sign of disrespect, Calm thought to himself, ‘What reason did he have to respect us, we were entirely way to low of levels to even be considered a threat, in time that would soon change… He may be trying to send a message, but his attack was far too unjust to be forgiven by me.’ He had felt like he lost a long-lost-brother, comrade in arms, someone who could understand. If it wasn’t just for the kitsune mask, it was the fact that they both had highly aggressive attitudes. This man, his attack seemed entirely out of place, and extremely uncalled for, he clearly had way more time in the game. It was the scummiest of the scumbag moves. His level meant nothing to calm though, Calm wasn’t the type to run, even when odds were all against him. A tactical retreat would be wise, but a death while fighting would prevent him from losing his honor, ultimately Calm would rather die a fool than a coward. Refusing to look at anyone else, he already knew what they would do, he knew that they would just coward in fear, running away with their tail between their legs, neep them, neep them all, ever last one of them. Those who selfishly chose to liven on instead of trying to defend someone rendered helpless but an unjust system, the level system of this game. The Death of the other kitsune mask user was almost romantic in a sick sense, he died not once backing down, instead he even persisted forward engraving a message into this man’s head, and even if he failed to do that, he left a message in Calm’s. "REMEMBER THIS BODY, ETCH INTO YOUR neepING MIND, BECAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, AND I MEAN REALLY GET MY HANDS ON YOU. I. WILL. neepING. END YOU! HEAR ME, ASSASSIN?!!!" I WILL E--" even in his last few word, he was admirable. He was strong willed, someone who could understand him, and vice versa. He would follow this guy into battle any day. Maybe one day they would help each other reach their goals. The thoughts about this battle echoed throughout Calm’s mind. He as well as their team were screwed out of so many kills because of random coincidences, like the shaman who healed the druid even though the guardian was much closer to death, or when the druid healed the samurai preventing him from dying… it’s funny how the druid has had his hand in every death defying moment in this fight. Calm wasn’t sure if he was a respectable person, or someone less than the dirt he stood on, either way he was the first to enter Calm’s bad side. Let’s not forget to mention the other person on his bad side the blue elf boy who Calm though died a long time ago (Lets be fair, this guy died a long time ago). However, the other one, the one who killed the other kitsune mask wearer… he entered a place far worse than a bad side, a place that Calm never knew he had, but right now isn’t the time. No right now is the time to be angry. In a fit of rage, Calm drew his sword without any fear, staring down the man who had killed the other kitsune mask wearer, and without a moment’s hesitation he leaned forward, pulling out his sword, and as swiftly as he dove into the man, saying with his soothing voice, just loud enough so that it could barely be heard by him, a voice filled with the grief of losing a comrade, a voice which has yet to be heard by anyone so far, “I will make you pay!” Those words may not mean anything to him now, maybe just a hallow threat, they may even be humorous to hear from such weak fighter, but his weak fighter wasn’t the type to remain weak, he was the type to see an obstacle and overcome it, or even go as far as dominate it. Sure this other assassin had gotten a huge head start, but now Calm has a goal, and once given a goal, nothing will stop him from completing it. Charging head first into the man, he drew his sword back, pulling it into his body, while pointing the top most edge at his desired target, between the man’s eyes, he tried his very hardest not to break eye contact, he wanted the man to see his eyes, the passion Calm had in them, he wanted the man to remember the burning stare which reeked of revenge come. He had hoped the man could see his eyes through the mask, and if not, this attack would convey the message clearly. This attack wasn't an attack that was meant to do any damage, it was an attack that had the sole purpose of leaving a message, the same message that his eyes have left.

WC: 1013 HP: 85% MP: 80% The End

KITTY OF GS

[Zyrune]

Hp:65 Mp:60



The druid breathed a sigh of relief as the feline warrior lived. It had been slightly worried when he cast the spell that it may have already been too late, but he was pleased to see that he was incorrect. Zyrune had been making sure to keep an eye on everyone on the battle field and to his disapproval he saw the sorceror attack although rather late to the game. Why had he bothered to save someone that couldn't or wouldn't save themselves... Oh yeah it was the right thing to do. Inhaling sharply the healer watched as his vines were cut to shreds by the guardian who had come to the attackers aid. At least he took minor damage, the druid thought gripping his staff tightly he expected the masked assassin to assault him like the other masked villain aided this time by the rather angry looking guardian. The druid watched as the warrior turned his gaze on him with a rather smug look plastered on his sweaty mug which he called a face before yelling at him,"Hey half-elf how about you stop being a wimp hiding behind you magic and take me on head on like a real man!".

The druid didn't know what to think, was the man just stupid? He was a healer, he had barely any combat spells to his name, actually he had one, one spell which he had only used on another magic user, the rest were all either healing abilities or defensive spells used to either stall an enemy or distract them. Zyrune studied the man for a moment, his head swimming with questions. Who did this man honestly think he was? Firstly Zyrune was a healer, attacking a healer who came to aid of another person should be against game law and secondly he was the ATTACKER! Zyrune gripped his staff tightly as he prepared for an attack, he knew that his scant clothing and wooden staff didn't stand a chance against a fully armored warrior who held both an impressive sword and shield. The druid was just about to respond when the warrior erupted in the same colour he had done just previously. Confusion spread across the druid's face, he looked towards the cleric who was nearly down to 0hp and then back to the warrior. He couldn't have cast the spell. Then it hit him, quickly he looked to his right where the caster of the spells stood. Had she not seen everything that had happened? He was on the wrong side! "Leave him alone, all of you!" She seemed to shout above the chaos. Shocked at her sudden aid to his possible attacker, he wondered what her aim really was. Was she really trying to just stop the fighting or did she want everyone to continue on fighting, either way she wasn't doing a good job or doing either

In an instant however he saw a flash. Another had come into the equation and he was far more powerful than any of them. In absolute awe the druid watched as a dashing elf assassin appeared as if the world had gifted him a true hero, then just as quickly the dare he say it sexy elf cut down the masked villain who had originally attacked him and the man certainly didn't go quietly. The druid felt his face blush red as he watched the sexy stranger move, he seemed so elegant, mysterious and so different than any player previous. With avid curiosity he studied the man spending more time than he would have admitted on the adventurers behind. It was round, tight and perfect. The druid felt his face turn red. The interface showed his name to be Saber, just as elegant as the man deserved. What most surprised the druid was his level, he was already 90! The druid couldn't help but wonder how the man had reached it, then again Zyrune didn't know what level the man's character had been when the event had occurred. If only Zyrune had been like him, then this whole brawl could have been avoided, he could have saved Lance with little or no risk to anyone. This man was truely a hero, he had saved everyone involved or was beginning to. Surely no one would take him on. Watching the man's behind for somewhat longer, Zyrune vowed to level and be as strong as this player, to always come to aid of strangers who couldn't defend themselves and most of all so he could be just as elegant and sexy as this man appeared. Not only that but if he leveled quickly he would spare himself some hardship, he doubted that the masked duo, nor the thugs would leave him alone if they ever found each other again, so the druid needed to be prepared. At the moment he was the same level as them but due to their class difference, they were stronger than him. He needed to level, to learn new skills and new tactics, he needed to be like Saber, strong and independent, he needed to have a body like him, wait what? The druid blushed, his heart beat increasing as he shook his head. Still though he couldn't help but wonder if the elf would linger after the fight, if he did, the druid may speak with him, ask him some tips and maybe spend as much time as he could with the handsome man. He watched with awe as the remaining masked villain charged towards Saber's handsome body, Zyrune almost wished the villain would put up a fight so that he could watch the higher level player move, just more....
 
Hp: 65 Mp: 60
WC: 945
Abilities Used:
Tagged:Everyone in the thread
Notes:

[silenyordle]

HP 70% Stamina 82%

Silenter's Smug look was short lived as he saw witnessed a character appeared before them right behind the monk and quickly as he apperead he ended the monk with several moves. It was apparently overkill but at that moment I did not matter. After witnessing the monks instant death Silenter didn't feel like being drunk anymore and used Detox. He shook his head wanting to fight the assassin not wanting to be persons little bitch but the thought of him losing the memory of his sister made his blood run cold.

Shortly after that hew noticed that that the werecat rose as well. Then Silenter felt some of his energy and felt a barrier bestowed upon him he looked over seeying the young shamen girl was the one who did it he gave her a quick smile before feeling the blood lust from the assassin.

Next thing he saw surprised him slightly as he watched the other fox masked player began to charge the assassin. He shook his head already knowing the out come of this fight. Silenter frowned and sheaved his sword and began to walk a towards the shaman girl. His eye on the lvl 90 assassin wanting no part in this situation anymore. He walked pass the sorcerer and the druid throwing the daedly glares.



You lucked out this time damn mages....



When he passed by the the young girl named Butterfly, he patted her on the head "We might meet again, I owe you one..."  walking forward getting a large frown on his face once again. Silenter hated this feeling.... of being powerless. Having no control of situation not being able to protect anybody.... worthless. Silenter sulked the entire trip away from the battle field with only one thought in hi mind.

Time to Clmb the Ladder....

Silenter uses back to home

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[lanceknight]

Lance looked around at the final blow that the cat had dealt before dying. He gripped his staff "Cat, I will not forget your face..." he muttered as the battle raged on. People were dying all around and the cleric was gone now. He closed his eyes "Enough of this..." he thought to himself as he thought back to his old days in the real world. 

His eyes closed and he could hear a voice of a girl "Seiji?" it was a name he had not heard in a long time as that was what he used to answer to before the apocalypse a month ago. His eyes shot open and he looked up at the small group gathering around him "Ahh Seiji. Thank goodness you came to!" the girl said as she hit his back "I thought you were dead for a second there man!" a guy said to him. Seiji's looked just liked his character except he dressed poor in the real life. They had got him into the game. This was all their fault that he was stuck in this mess in the first place. The scene would change to the first day in the game "Hey Seiji! How about we form a party?" one of his friends asked him. He shook his head "Shut up... You caused me to get stuck here!" he cried as he walked off "Just leave me alone..." he muttered as he walked out of sight.

Back in the fight Lance took notice of the assassin that had joined the fight and wasn't sure was side he was on. He took a deep breath and let out a roar "STOP THE FIGHT!" he yelled as the rest of the thugs were caught off guard and looked at him "Why the sudden confidence?" one of them asked as Lance opened his eyes "There is no reason for this foolishness..." he muttered  as he walked back towards the gate to the city "Now if you will excuse me... I am going to go have a drink." he said with a smile as he turned to the druid, Shaman girl that had came into the fight, and The elf "would any of you guys like to come?" he asked as he turned around and headed inside of the city again. 

[Saber]

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-|-Quest-|-

Social Quest - Engage the Level Ones.

Objective: End the fight. Completed

Party:
-Saber - 90 - Assassin

Do you believe in ghosts?

As the player died and dissipated into the abyss, like the thousands of other monsters Saber had buried, he let out one last outcry. The Assassin turned his head away as the man cried out to him. The Assassin had heard those cries before from many of the other players he had also killed; threats on his life, challenges that they would meet again, and even one fool told him to stay right in the same spot and that he would be back. Sadly the fool did return for seconds, which Saber gladly fed him. This man telling him to “etch the body into his mind” and that “he would get his hands on Saber” wasn’t much of anything besides oxygen that someone else could have used. With that in mind, the Assassin turned his attention towards the other players in his vicinity, his blades twirling in his hands as he looked for any further signs of aggression towards any other player in the direct area.

For the most part, they had stopped. One player, a level one Swashbuckler, quickly ejected himself from the fight and fled the scene. He was gone pretty much upon Saber looking at him. The next player to define his “done” status was a Guardian. He sheathed his sword and took the walk-out option, leaving the scene after muttering to the female that had appeared. The Druid he had “saved” from the Monk was still, staring at him it seemed, so his threat level was null. He didn’t seem like the type to be aggressive in the first place and his class defined him as such. Saber doubted that a Druid would bother to be a part of a fight anyways, unless they knew how to use the class effectively. The next target Saber’s eyes fell on were that of the female. She wasn’t exactly in any sort of aggressive stance, and he had not seen her perform any offensive spells either. She was off the list.

The remaining players were a Samurai, another Assassin, a Sorcerer, and another Shaman. The Samurai was lucky to be alive and seemed quite happy that he had just been saved from death. The Sorcerer wasn’t doing much, and the Shaman wasn’t a threat. The remaining body was that of the other Assassin, and the masked player didn’t seem content with the current outcome. He stood there, staring at the scene before him, his eyes behind the mask he wore taking in the sight of the other fox-masked player being slaughtered and disintegrating into nothing. Saber’s eyes narrowed, and his grip tightened on his blades. This player wasn’t done. What ensured him of that label was the fact that the low level Assassin reached for his sword. Saber huffed and his mind began to churn. In his mind, the player became nothing more than a bunch of digitized programming code. He was no longer a player; he became another monster on the list. At that point, all sympathy from Saber vanished.

The fox-masked fiend stepped forward and then darted towards Saber. The air filled with a cry full of vengeance, but they fell on deaf ears. The words with into Saber’s ears and he heard them, but there were many more important things going on in there for him to store the outburst into memory. Instead, Saber pulled together six ways to end the fight. One; engage and disarm. Two; break through and end. Three; explosive dagger followed by a swift end. Four; side-step and end. Five; engage and play. Six; humiliate. Thankfully for this fox, Saber didn’t like to play with his food. With that in mind, he keyed a skill. His body glowed and his shadow began to shift.

The eyes of the highly trained spartan bore down on the approaching combatant and he remained still. He remained still as stone until the last moment and the other Assassin was nearly on top of him. He only had one blade to use, Saber had two. Just before the instant the single blade strong Saber, he stepped to his left. Just as he did, his skill finished its casting time; another Saber stepped to the right. Both bodies moved in unison, their inner most blades cutting the backside of the Fox Masked Player’s blade and knocking it downward towards the pavement. Saber then immediately keyed Accel Dance, increasing his attack speed immensely as he brought his second blade down. In a flash, his and his doppelganger’s weapons cut through the Fox-Mask Player’s sword hand, removing it cleaning from his body.

As the extremity split, Saber caught his footing. Both of the high level player’s bodies turned their hips and their wrists. The Assassin on the right turned his left hand, the one on the left turned his right. Both blades, one real and one fake, turned towards the Fox Mask’s head. With a powerful slice, and without a single moment in between attacks, both blades shot into the air like reverse guillotines. They cut straight through the neck of the lower leveled Player, removing his head cleanly from his shoulders.

After his attack, Saber stepped back from the body and caused his doppelganger to vanish, revealing that the real Saber had stepped to his right; his right arm was his dominant one and could perform much stronger attacks. The sharpness of his blade in combination with his own muscle strength made beheading even the strongest of beasts easy. Killing a humanoid in that manner was child’s play. Once that was done with, Saber lowered his blades but kept up his guard. He doubted there would be any further aggression but he gave each of the other players one more look over. For now though, he just wanted this to end so he could go back to cloud watching…

It was at that moment that he noticed the Sorcerer step forward. He shouted loudly, really loudly, but it seemed he had been a little late. The deed had been done and the Sorcerer didn’t exactly seem like someone who could bark orders to him in the first place. In fact, it was pretty much his fault this brawl had started anyways. Though, his shouting would hopefully be enough to end it all. And so, Saber flicked his swords off to the side and then wiped the blood residue onto his forearms. The blood stained clothing drank up the added liquid like a hungry sponge. Once his swords were cleaned, the man sheathed his weapons. He pulled his cloak around himself and shook his head as the Sorcerer attempted to be friendly to the people he had attracted here because of his own error. This “foolishness” was of his doing, and it didn’t even seem to matter. Well, it wasn’t Saber’s place to instill any sort of morality in people. It wasn’t his place. His intervention was done mainly to stop the fight, and that had been done. Beyond that; Saber didn’t really care.

“Unless you want to end up like the two dead, I would suggest refraining from attacking fellow players in the future, and that goes for all of you.” Saber spoke loudly to each of the beings that were still around, as well as to the fool who was walking away and had started this whole mess. Then, he turned away and started to walk. He opened up his interface and dug through the contents until he found the summon button. Once he did, he summoned Harold; his partner lamp.

“I’M ALIVE!” The words plastered on Saber’s screen as his passive communication skill took effect, and the Assassin shook his head. A short wave caused the little lamp to start moving, and it began to hop along beside Saber.

“So, may I ask why I have been summoned, Mister Saber?” Harold asked, the lamp shade adjusting upwards. Saber shook his head a little.

“Just want a little company, Harold.” Saber responded. The lamp nodded and silently continued to move, keeping pace as Saber strode along. Killing other players was always a difficult thing for Saber to swallow, even if they deserved it. He wasn’t a cold blooded killer, but sometimes… He questioned that.

: Post Title :
-El Fin-

: Word Count :
1366

: Skills Used :
Doppelganger, Accel Dance.

: Tagged :
Saber, calm

: Notes :
Two Kills. One Harold.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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Current Weapons: Nodachi
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As he thought, everyone was running, none of them being brave enough to face a mountain and challenge its authority. ‘Pathetic’, he thought, those who run the second they have a problem they can’t handle ‘it’s all fun and games when they’re a possibility, but no one wants to hope for an impossibility, or even create one for themselves.’ Calm never once second guessed himself, sure he knew he would look foolish in the end, or as pathetic as he viewed everyone else, like everyone else (or maybe not) Calm had words he stuck to, a sense of honor, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t run. That didn’t matter to him in the end though, he knew he was going to die with zero regrets. The only thing he didn’t like is how he knew the message he wanted to pass would never reach him, but that wouldn’t matter at this point, that’s his problem to worry about later.

The attack went the way he had planned it to go, unfortunately for him, it went the exact way he thought it would. He figured the player would have lighting fast reflexes, he was more comfortable with his body, with all the training he had to have done to get to his level. Calm could tell that the other man, wasn’t listening to him, he was too focused, immovable mentally, a fight at this point with Calm’s clouded mind would be futile. A shame too, he knew he was not strong enough to put up a fight, but had he been able to, he would like to. Ultimately, Calm was utterly hated this character, unjustified ruthless force used against someone who was arguably just as innocent as those who stayed and continued to fight the bandit, hell even some of those who stayed were far worse than the bandits, but the hate didn’t quite start there, That’s just a mild temper compared to how he was feeling in the end. Because of the man’s utter and complete focus, he could tell he didn’t even bother to look into the eyes of the player he was killing, or even bother to hear his dying words. This lack of remorse was treated as an incredible lack of remorse, and the fact that he knew he was going to die such an easy death, did not aid to his thinking. Calm was going to die here and he knew it, but to the surprise of others, it was not in vain.

The man’s counter attack was swift and confusing. He must have used a skill to create a copy of himself, because either him or the real man, stepped aside of the blade, the other one stepping the other direction. A response to this would be difficult not because of the two different targets with only one being the correct target, but because of his rebuttal. Before Calm could respond to the two men, it was too late, for the blade was already swinging down. Calm’s eyes widen as the blade made contact with his forearms, it was going to be a clean cut all the way through, Calm was going to be missing the tools that he needed to have to be able to fight the man, anything else from this point on would only be a fate worse than death.

He could have left him there to die another way, but the man was kind enough to show mercy once again. He saw the blade coming straight for his neck, there was nothing to do, and a complete hopeless feeling consumed his entire body. The only thing he could think about at a time like this was ‘So this is what it feels before you die?’ The feeling it brought him was rather… pleasing, in fact brought calm to a hysterical and maniacal laughter. It started with a deep giggle, but eventually evolved to a point of complete mad scientist. The blade reached his neck, and mere moments later, his head was no longer connected. Calm disappeared into streams of data, and thought it could not be seen, he died with a smile on his face.

-Game Over-

Calm woke up with his back against the pavement of a side walk in the middle of a city. He was unaccustomed to the new process of dying in Elder Tale after the Apocalypse, because of such he was rather confused. He was looking straight up into the sky, in his vision there was a building, one that was a landmark for Calm, no it was a landmark for Aleks. He stood up looking and the first thing he remembered to do was check were his hands, they were still there, an act that seemed redundant since he used his hands to stand up. For safety measures he patted his head to ensure it was still there, again another redundant idea, just had to be sure, who knows what could be there.

Calm looked around his environment after waking up. The first observation he could make was that he was in a large urban city, but not just any urban city, the same city he spent his childhood in. The building standing by his was a landmark he would use to get home whenever he got lost, it was a huge bank building his mother used to work at. The glass of the building acted almost like a mirror, and it showed him, it was Aleks, but he had no face, completely blank. The building brought back a nostalgic feeling, the feeling he had whenever he was lost as a child, and because of which he started instinctively walking towards his home.

With each step forward, he felt like he was talking two steps backwards, but he never stopped walking not once. He knew there was something at the end of the road where he lived, he just didn’t know what it was. What felt like hours were seconds, he was walking for about ten minutes, which felt like days, until suddenly the scenery changed. He was no longer in that city, but inside of a hallway. The hallway of an apartment complex, the same complex he used to live in when he was a child. The Hallway had doors spaced apart after so many meters on both sides with a number plate with no numbers on it, and lights just beside the door to light the hallway. It had the same idea as the city street just presented in a different way. Endless walking with no known progress. There seemed to be no ending for either side of the hallway. Again he was compelled to keep walking forwards, and again he felt like he was making no progress. He kept walking until he saw a flickering light next to one of the door. He observed the door, and noticed it had a name plate, 335. Those numbers, he knew they had some relevance to him, just didn’t know what they meant. He opened the door and his eyes were blinded by a bright light, which eventually faded as his eyes adjusted. There was a beautiful lady sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth reading a magazine. Beside the lady was a child, playing with his toys. Neither the lady nor the child had a face, just a blank slate of flesh where they face would normally be, just like Aleks’ face. He stared looking at them trying to get an understanding of what it meant, he was memorized. Then all of a sudden the lady took her what would be eyes to look up at the door. She was looking back at him, but she had no eyes to see, then suddenly he looked down to see the barrel of a gun peering outside of his body, and moments later the barrel blasted shooting the lady multiple times, killing her right there. The boy sat there crying, you couldn’t see his face moving, but you could hear his crying. Aleks jumped to the side to get a view of the person shooting. He couldn’t tell the man had a ski mask on. Aleks tried to stop him, but he wasn’t completely there, nothing he could do, could stop the guy. The guy walked forward and dipped his hands in the blood mess he made and run his fingers against the wall spelling a message, “I NEED MY DRUGS”. What did this mean? Aleks didn’t know, nothing made sense, why was this moment shown to him. The boy sat there continuing to cry, there was nothing he could do either. The crying sound stopped and the boy looked at Aleks, and that moment, he knew what this was. Aleks had a repressed memory as a child of when… of when his mother was murdered, and it was showing its ugly face now. Aleks was devastated, and fell to his knees. Suddenly the flash of white light shinned again, blinding him. His memories were forgotten.

It was over, he was back inside of Calm, and he was standing on a sandy beach, with a starry night a sky. Though this sky was not the sky he was accustomed to, for this sky where the moon would be, was earth. It could be assumed that they were on the moon looking down upon earth. He looked beside him, and saw the kitsune mask wearer from earlier, he was within an ear shot distance of him, and seemed to be talking to himself. Looking back at the earth, he said to the other person there “We’ll get our revenge.” He took out a knife from his pocket spun it around his fingers and cut a lock of his hair from his head and gripped it tightly. With a fit of madness, he started laughing again, louder much louder than before, tears nearly falling from his eyes from how much laughter he was giving out. His forgotten memories gave him a killer intent, and he doesn’t even know why, all he knew was that he craved blood, and he knew he would never be able to feed his craving until he got his revenge, but he had to eat soon.

- Saber Mellow calm -

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- Finally it took me so long to write this. -

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[Zyrune]

Hp:100 Mp:100

The druid had been so intently staring at his savior he hadn't even noticed the guardian pass by him throwing him glares that would have burned a hole through him if they could. As if the fight hadn't even began, the one Zyrune had risked his own life to save decided that now would be an appropriate time to call and end to the fight. Pursing his lips Zyrune couldn't help but through a look of disdain at the sorcerer, where was that confidence, that desire to prevent bloodshed when it was just Zyrune that had stepped in to help, no he hadn't said anything, hadn't even decided to react when the thugs are begun their attack. The druid had to admit he respected the weird masked adventurers more for at least fighting rather than hoping to be saved. Shaking his head, the pink haired healer rolled his eyes as the man offered an open invitation to drink with him. Zyrune once again cast his gaze towards the higher level player who he was surprised to see looking at him. The druid felt the blood rush to his face, sure that it had turned a slight shade of red. Had he attracted the man's attention? Perhaps Saber found Zyrune honorable and brave for standing up to a bunch of thugs on his own, maybe he reminded the warrior of himself when he was a lower level character or maybe he was staring at the druid's exposed and lean stomach. The druid couldn't help as his heart seemed to swoon at the moment, imagining the man's strong rough hands running along his body, pulling him close, Zyrune would gasp at the sudden touch but as he gazed into the man's strong eyes all will to refuse would wash away, his lips the man's reward for saving him.

Blinking, Zyrune realized that he had completely zone out as he stood staring as the man. “Unless you want to end up like the two dead, I would suggest refraining from attacking fellow players in the future, and that goes for all of you.” This caught the druid off guard, as if the man was speaking to the rest but looking at him. Swallowing, he watched the strong player turn as he began to make his way from the area. In an instant however he seemed to summon a rather interesting but odd looking familiar. The druid couldn't help but chuckle, of all things that Saber could have summoned, he hadn't expect that. Quickly the druid tried his best to fix his appearance, making sure his scarf sat perfectly around his neck and only covered enough of his hair. The druid also made sure to fix his wrap so that it wasn't lob-sided, next he unequipped him weapon before pulling his chest wrap upwards somewhat and his baggy pants downwards as if in some vain effort to show more of his stomach. As the druid set about fixing himself, he felt his body shake as his nerves set in. Quickly casting a cure bloom on himself to not only give him a pleasant floral smell but also to heal any remaining bruises that lingered from the monk's punches. Slowly Zyrune inhaled a sharp breath, letting it fill his lungs as he rested his eyes on the man's behind as he walked. It was perfect. Shaking his head, he ran forwards trying his best to close the distance between the two. "Th..." The druid began but his mouth had suddenly run dry, his voice catching in his throat. Coughing slightly, the druid blushed as he tried to recover from it. "Thank you for stepping in, that was..." Zyrune caught the man's gaze, trying his best not to let his eyes wander over the man's body, he couldn't help but wonder what the man smelt like, what it would be like to be held like a man like that. "That was very brave." Indeed in Zyrune's view it was very brave, although part of him felt disappointed that he hadn't been able to rescue the sorcerer like he had originally intended, instead becoming someone needing of a rescue too. "I'm glad you appeared when you did, I don't know if I could have...." The druid bite his lip and looked at the lamp summon. 

Hp:100 Mp:100
WC: 693
Abilities Used: Cure Bloom
Tagged: Saber
Notes:

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

“I feel that there is more to my summoning than that, Mister Saber.” Harold’s lampshade adjusted on its bolt and the little appliance looked up towards Saber. The man’s lips pulled into a flat line and he pulled his tattered cloak tighter around himself. Harold was right, as the intelligent little lamp usually was. The soul within that light-source machine was a genius of sorts, and he had an answer for everything. Even when Saber didn’t, Harold seemed to know what was right, what was wrong, or had advice on how to proceed. He was a valuable asset to the Assassin, even though he was useless in combat. The little light provided more to Saber than the man’s own weapons sometimes, and having him out was enough to help put the Assassin’s mind at ease. His tamed beasts were more than just beasts to Saber; they were the only beings in this game he could truly trust.

“In your old life, did you ever have to kill anyone, Harold?” The eyes of the troubled Assassin lowered to the little lamp, and he could see that Harold was looking back at him. The lamp was silent for a few moments, and his shade even turned away, staring forward down the path the two were walking. Harold did not respond at first, as if the memories of his past life were spinning around in his mind. The silence only made Saber even more distressed, but it did not last an eternity. Eventually, Harold let out a sigh; the text scrolling across Saber’s display.

“I cannot say I had ever taken the life of someone, or something. However, I also cannot say that I did not influence such actions. In my time, science was its own battlefield and those who were caught lying typically were sentenced to death.” Harold’s words made the Assassin grimace and he looked away from the lamp. Harold went quiet, a few birds fluttering overhead in the time it took for him to put together his next thought. Then, Saber stopped walking. Harold took a few more hops and paused as well, his lampshade turning downward.

“If I were to put it black and white, then yes, I did kill a few people. My work as a scientist revealed the lies of many others, and our King was not kind to liars. It saddened me. I became a man of science simply to learn how our world worked, as well as how I could make my own life, and my family’s lives, easier. I did not do it so that I could be the cause of a fellow man’s death.” As Harold spoke, and Saber read, the Assassin let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. Harold hopped around in front of him, turning about his base and moving up to Saber’s feet. There, his lampshade turned upwards and Saber found himself staring down at the little object once he opened his eyes.

“But I do not regret what I did. I am not a murderer nor am I a person who enjoy killing others in any way, but I firmly believe that the truth is more important than royalty.” Saber smirked and nodded at his companion, and then fluttered his cloak a little to make himself more comfortable. As he did, Harold turned about his base once more and the two continued to walk, and hop. After a few paces however, Saber heard footsteps behind him. His eyes narrowed and he glanced over his shoulder quickly, sighting the one who had decided to trail behind him. To his surprise, it was the Druid from just a few moments ago, and the other man seemed a little flustered. The Assassin stopped, held out a hand to halt Harold, and turned slightly to face the lower leveled player. In the few moments of silences, his eyes scanned for any sign of aggressive behavior. To his joy, there was none. Saber didn’t exactly plan on killing anymore people today so seeing that the Druid was not here for combat put him a little more at ease. But, that also rose the question; what did he want?

“Thank you…?” As the Druid spoke, showing Saber his appreciation, Saber’s eyes furrowed and he huffed lightly. The Druid was thanking him for killing two people? It was strange, but probably more so to Saber than the Druid. They were in a game so killing other players didn’t exactly mean much as they would just respawn at the Cathedral. Though, he never expected to be thanked for it. Maybe the Druid was more thankful for being saved, as that would make more sense. Though, being thanked in general always made Saber feel weird. He didn’t like it as he expected everyone else to do the same, or at least the people who weren’t complete idiots. A lot of what he did he never wanted anyone to thank him, and he didn’t exactly care for it. His actions earned so little appreciation that he had grown used to such things. Killing two players and getting glared at or making enemies was just another day on the job. One or two more people on his list of people out to get him wouldn’t make much of a difference, as the list was probably a hundred deep by now.

“Doing what is right is not brave, it’s common sense.” The Assassin turned away and waved the Druid to follow along with him, as Saber didn’t exactly want to keep standing still. Harold turned and quickly hopped to catch up to the player.

“When this masquerade started a few months back, common sense went out the window. Even now, players attacking one another in broad daylight doesn’t surprise me in the least. It’s just more uncommon now that there’s a higher threat of external forces stepping in.” As he spoke, Saber let out a sigh and cracked his neck. He let his cloak go and closed his eyes, the memory of even him being assaulted a few times earlier on crossing his mind.

“If possible, killing nobody would have been better. Though, it’s much easier to make an example of someone than it is to sprout nonsense and hope everyone gets along. I don’t even remember the names of the two people that I killed.” The two hands of the Assassin rose up and he shrugged.

“Either way, the fighting stopped and people can get on with their lives. You lower levels should be focusing on living your lives and enjoying yourselves, not putting blades and staves up to each other’s throats, but that would be a utopia. And those obviously don’t exist.”

“I get this feeling that you have attracted more than just this man’s attention, Mister Saber.” Harold said the words Saber did not wish to acknowledge, and the Assassin rumbled softly, his boot swaying strangely close to the lamp. Saber shot a glare towards the little Appliance and it swiftly took a few hops to the left, creating a bit of space.

: Post Title :
-Lamp Advice-

: Word Count :
1177

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, Zyrune

: Notes :
Harold is going to make this worse.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Zyrune]

Hp:100 Mp:100

“Doing what is right is not brave, it’s common sense.” Zyrune was taken aback by the comment slightly, both because it wasn't the response he had expected but also because Saber was modest. The words only seemed to explode in the druid's head as if he was being let into a whole entire side to the man, then again he had just met the man so each side was new and Zyrune was certainly going to savour every angle. In an instant the two continued on walking, a wave of the higher players hand gesturing for the druid to follow was all he needed. Though the druid unintentionally walked closer to the man than one would normally walk both due to the fact that he was still pretty shaken up about being attacked, wanting to savor the man's protective aura and also due to his sudden and rapidly growing attraction. "Common sense it may be, but you saved me and a lot of adventurers from danger. I consider that brave." The druid bite his lip as he caught a whiff of the man's scent for a moment, it was strong and alluring. As they walked Zyrune couldn't help but wish more than anything that the elf assassin might humor him, he was pretty sure the man had more important things to do than to chit chat with a curious low level druid but at the same time, it had been at the assassin's invite that he now found himself beside him. “When this masquerade started a few months back, common sense went out the window. Even now, players attacking one another in broad daylight doesn't surprise me in the least. It’s just more uncommon now that there’s a higher threat of external forces stepping in.” As words passed his lips, Zyrune clung to every word, doubting he could have been more attentive if he tried. As the man closed his eyes, the druid understood that he was speaking from personnel experience and as hard as it was to imagine that this man of many mysterious who seemed to be so alluring and sexy had ever run into trouble, but he guessed anything was possible.

“If possible, killing nobody would have been better. Though, it’s much easier to make an example of someone than it is to sprout nonsense and hope everyone gets along. I don’t even remember the names of the two people that I killed.”  Zyrune watched as the man talked, he was animated and alive despite the topic of conversation. It was interesting to see how something like the player's named weighed heavily on his heart.  But he soon frowned as the man continued. “Either way, the fighting stopped and people can get on with their lives. You lower levels should be focusing on living your lives and enjoying yourselves, not putting blades and staves up to each other’s throats, but that would be a utopia. And those obviously don’t exist.” Zyrune breathed for a moment considering his words. Did the man think he willing wanted to fight, it had been the druid's intention to prevent the fight, not only that but he was a support class, he hated fighting both in and out of the world of Ender Tale, it felt like a slap to the face as Saber's words sunk in. Still though he couldn't really argue with the man. Zyrune had been reckless, he had risked his life without considering the dangers, without finding out more of what was going on. He guessed Saber wouldn't have jumped into the fight so quickly, he presumed the higher level player would have hid somewhere observing through those god damn piercingly sexy eyes learning all he could before weighing up the pros and cons and whatever options he had.

"I never wanted to fight." Zyrune began, his voice trailing off. "I wanted to prevent it, but I guess I ended up causing it. I'm lucky you helped, I was sure that masked guy was going to kill me," He paused again shuddering as he felt the punches land on him once more. Part of his was scared that the player would find him once he respawned, what then he couldn't rely on Saber to aid him. Looking at the higher level player taking in his rugged features imagining what would occur if the man wanted Zyrune, he was sure it was never going to happen, but still if Saber grabbed him, would he resist? If the man's rough strong hands pulled him close into his body, would the druid call out? If Saber's hands explored the healers body, his hands cupping the healers rear gently but with enough force to suggest he was in change would the druid shake with fear or lust? If Saber sunk his teeth into the druids neck, he was sure he would call out, though he doubted it would be for help. His heart jumped as he realized he had been staring at the higher level player for a few moments without saying anything and yet he had no idea what to say. He wanted the man in his life, he needed him at least right now. The elf seemed to inspire the druid in a chaotic lust of wanting to be like him, to be held by him, to be as reserved as him, to be pressed against him, to be as strong as him, to be taken by him.

Shaking his head, the druid bit his lip looking at the man with a mixture of nerves and doubt. "Ple..." He started but it came out pretty low and mumbled. "PleaseIhavetorepayyou." The druid finally managed to muster even though it had come out in a rush, his face reddened. He honestly wanted to repay the man though he doubted Saber would expect the payment the druid only longed to give him, instead he expected the man to maybe wave him off or leave him with some ancient quote that he had learned through many handsome shirtless struggles defending the weak and innocent. "Please." More than anything the druid wished the elf assassin would turn, take hold on the druid's body before pulling him close, wishing the man's hands would roughly explore his body as his eyes gazed down at the pink haired druid until he was satisfied and then he would ravish the man's mouth with a hungry tongue, the two would break for a moment panting before the man would turn his attentions to the druid's neck and shoulders. He shuddered at the thought, his face blushing immensely. Still though the druid presumed the man was either too serious a warrior to ever dream of taking a lover or that he already possessed the heart of someone far more deserving than him. His eyes saddened a bit as the thought past through his head.  "Please I don't have much, but I want to repay you."

Hp:100 Mp:100
WC: 1088
Abilities Used: None
Tagged: Saber
Notes: 

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

A heavy hearted sight escaped Saber’s lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, the scene from before replaying in his mind. The escalation was swift, too fast for it to remain under control for more than five minutes. At first, Saber was going to let it all just go on through, but one player after another hurdled into the fray and attempted to snag the attention of another player. Lines faded and even Saber himself lost track of who was on whose side. When the female shaman took a step in, that was pretty much all the spark that was needed to get Saber to move. Killing one player had enough impact to get the others to stop, except for one other whom he also had to put down like an angry dog that had gone out of control. Thankfully, that was all the bloodshed that was required to quell the situation. It may have been excessive, but Saber didn’t care. One, the fight stopped. Two, it separated the players who were willing to kill from the others who were simply there out of being at the wrong place. If Saber had attempted words, he may have got them to stop. However, what left a better impression? Someone walking up and telling everyone to calm down, or someone who fires a gun into the air and demands silence? Saber preferred the second option.

The Druid who was now following him seemed to misunderstand Saber’s intentions. He wasn’t there to particularly save anyone, not at all. Saber simply hated the fact that people were fighting over such a silly reason. In the end, the cause of the fight was far to selfish and self-centered to even realize his mistake and walked off as if there wasn’t a problem. Hell, the guy even shouted and told Saber to stop. He was lucky the Assassin didn’t send him to the Cathedral with the other two. It was quite saddening, to say the least. Though, not everyone had a pair between their legs so Saber wouldn’t bother. To be thanked for such a thing only made Saber’s head shake. This Druid had no idea the kind of person Saber was and it made him frown beneath his scarf. Then again, at least he had seen some sort of light in the Assassin’s intervention. It was all a matter of perspective, wasn’t it?

Saber saw the potential for bloodshed and sacrificed a few bodies to save the majority. The Druid saw it as Saber coming in to rescue him and the others. It kind of was true, but in a different sense for Saber. Saber just didn’t want death. He didn’t really care for the lives of the people involved. The fight had simply just dragged on for a little too long and had started for a pitiful reason. Bloodshed wasn’t necessary to solve the problem, but it was to end the fight. But whatever, it was over now and that’s all Saber cared about. Annoying low levels… Saber was having issues enjoying his alone time because of the newbies popping up everywhere all of a sudden. That thought made Saber sigh again and as he did so, he heard the Druid make a strange request. Saber glanced over at the other man and furrowed his eyebrows, questioning the words he had spoken. This man, this new player, wanted to repay Saber? Either he was secretly rich, or he knew a level ninety chef.

“If you wish to repay me, then do so by not starting any more fights or participating in them. Unless you have a high level crafting skill or can summon me a cup of fresh tea, then payment is not necessary.” Saber turned his head away from the man and opened up his menu. Speaking of crafting, Saber suddenly remembered why he was in the zone in the first place. Very quickly, the man navigated to his map and opened it in front of himself.

“Doing what is right and what is necessary is not enough cause for me to ask something from a level one. You are no in debt to me, nor are you in debt to anyone else who was involved in this situation. However…” Saber let out a light rumble as he noticed the distance he would have to now travel to reach his destination. It had seemed to much closer before…

“…I would be careful walking around. I have a feeling that those two will be back. It would not surprise me either if they came back with more people and attempted to jump you. That being said, you should find some friends and party up with them for a while. Level up, get stronger, and get comfortable in this world. I’ve traveled to many places, dark places and bright places, high and low. I have not found any signs of us being able to get out of this realm… Then again, I haven’t exactly looked.” Saber sighed and swiped his menu away. He pulled his cloak loosely around himself and made himself comfortable as he walked. Harold remained silent a few paces away, the little lampshade most likely listening quietly while observing the zone they were in. That reminded Saber; he hadn’t exactly taken his companions out recently. He should probably do that…

: Post Title :
-No Debts to Pay-

: Word Count :
890

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, Zyrune

: Notes :
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Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Zyrune]

Hp:60 Mp:65

"Levi, I'm bored!" Rachel whined, leaning her head against the large oak door to his room. Shaking his head, Levi focused on the stack of college work that sat on his desk before him. It had been a while since the break from college and he was really getting behind, if he didn't start on at least part of it today, then he certainly wouldn't have it finished by the time college started back up again. Rachel simply feigned a frustrated sigh as she came closer, the brown haired college student struggled to maintain his serious expression as he felt a soft finger poke his cheek before the owner sighed heavily before throwing herself on his bed, sprawling out as if unable to support her tiny bodies weight any longer. "Then do something," The lean boy had answered as he scribbled down the answer to the question he had been struggling with for the past half an hour, finally able to break through with logic and patience. He hated doing that. “But I can’t think of anything! LEVIIIIIIIIIIIIII" The soft voice whined muffled by his blankets slightly. As he turned the page and reset his calculator, he heard her move once more, presuming she had rolled onto her back. "You think of something.” The voice whined once more. “Um...” The boy mumbled as he read the next assigned question, this would be more difficult than the first and certainly wouldn't be something he could fly through or manage with a sister bugging him to play. Another long over exaggerated sigh escaped the small blonde haired body which lay sprawled out behind him. The boy continued to tell himself the same phrase over and over again that he needed to finish this college work, he had to.

"Levi pleeeeeeeeeeease," The overly dramatic female voice begged. "I'm wilting away here, I need fun to live, I can't go on like this." Another long over the top well rehearsed sigh of defeat escapes the small female. Rolling his eyes at her response, he left out a sigh of defeat staring at his work book once last time before spinning his chair around to see the small girl sprawled out on his bed with her head tilted to the side and her best looking into the abstract distance look displayed, he watched for a moment trying his best to keep a straight face.  Finally he gave a sigh of defeat knowing that unless he forced her out of his room or played with her, she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. Still though it was early, if he spent an hour playing with her, he could still make a decent crack at his college work after lunch. It had taken a lot of cajoling and persuading and tons of fake and over the top acting on the young girls part, but eventually she had managed to worm her way in once more and got the older boy to relent, her smile of excitement as she jumped up only seemed to emphasize how badly her acting had been previously, still he was happy to see her vibrant smile. However the hour of play had turned into a day of play as the had even managed to convince their parents to drive them to the nearest indoor swimming center for a swim. The fact that it was mid December only added to the sense of it in their eyes.

The next day Levi had been consumed by Elder Tales and Zyrune was born. Looking back on his procrastination the druid was thankful that he had be allowed a day with his sister before his sentence here. Everyday he held the young girl's smile in his mind as he trained, as he walked about the streets of Londinium and yet somehow he still felt like that wasn't enough and after this mornings unfortunate happenings he wondered what was enough. It was so strange to witness first hand how different lots of people where adapting to this strange new world, how they let it affect them in numerous ways, trying their best to distract themselves but the pain of being separated from their loves ones or maybe they were grateful for the experience, maybe their pre Elder Tale experience had been similar to his childhood, he wouldn't blame any of them if they preferred this new world to the old one then.

However as his eyes watched the small summon that the higher level player had hop along, it seemed that no one was following the same path. However as the pink haired half-alv studied the man before him was beginning to wonder what life he had left behind and what life he had decided to adopt in this world. He was of high level, so either he had become trapped in such a state or he had been training, something that both impressed Zyurne and also scared him, why hadn't he gained levels yet? Looking back on it Zyrune had spent considerable amount of time the past month training, he never once allowed himself to die except that one time during the ravine ambush and he trained twice as hard afterwards to make up for it. Was leveling different after the event that trapped him here, was there a secret to leveling that he was unaware of? His heart sank at the notion, if there was and he failed to discover it, he would never level up, never be able to follow him path to level 100.

“If you wish to repay me, then do so by not starting any more fights or participating in them. Unless you have a high level crafting skill or can summon me a cup of fresh tea, then payment is not necessary.” With that the higher level player directed his attention else where leaving the druid to think for a moment. It wasn't fair to expect that from the druid, he hadn't started the fight and what was he supposed to do walked absentmindedly by and ignore as players were attacked by thugs, ignore pleas for help and focus on himself? If that was how the higher player had gained so many level, then he was glad he wasn't like him. But still the adventurer had mentioned crafting tea, that struck something with the druid. Since he awoke here, he hadn't spent a second of time considering his crafting classes, at the moment he had chosen artisan and courtesan however neither seemed of much use. Such with the artist trait you could paint and sculpt and craft and perhaps other things and as for his courtesan class, he refused to activate the Allure skill as his only companion within this strange new world was a person of the land, activating it seemed wrong.

Still it was something to consider perhaps it was something to change. There were many subclassses, both role playing sub class and the crafting class and almost three times as many combinations depending on what way players mix and matched them. At the moment the druid's subclass combo was picked when the world was still a game, however when they event had occurred the way the two subclasses could be used changed dramatically and thus the druid hadn't seen a purpose relative to himself for the classes he currently possessed. However he was in luck, unlike other servers the unfounded kingdom was unique in that it offered scrolls of subclass change within the walls of Londinium for an honest price, in other servers it was common that the scrolls were given out at the end of specific quests or only after you reached a certain level but thankfully for the druid's sake that certainly wasn't the case here.

Still as he watched the man consider his next moves, his thoughts turned back to the two that had died. It still struck him odd that players willing joined the thugs in their fight rather than the more morally good side, why was that the case and what would ever prompt someone to join a fight in which someone else was hurt? Then again they might just wanted the distraction or perhaps needed the pain and Adrenalin that only a person against person battle would provide. More than that, as he thought of it what had prompted the man before him to jump into the fight? Did he honestly wish to save the druid and other innocents from the fight or did he simply wish to stop the fighting? From the way he talked it was beginning to look like the man didn't really care about them, he simply wished to stop fighting so close to town and Zyrune couldn't help but wonder if the fight had occurred somewhat further from the town's borders, would the player have stepped in?

“Doing what is right and what is necessary is not enough cause for me to ask something from a level one. You are no in debt to me, nor are you in debt to anyone else who was involved in this situation. However…” There he was again repeating that same line as if it was so kind of personal warriors code. It bothered the druid that the adventurer saw him as level one, not only because to the druid that meant weak and low but also because the man didn't seem to acknowledge anything else about him, Zyrune or more so Levi was much more than his level and it hurt to him being referred to as such. “…I would be careful walking around. I have a feeling that those two will be back. It would not surprise me either if they came back with more people and attempted to jump you. That being said, you should find some friends and party up with them for a while. Level up, get stronger, and get comfortable in this world. I’ve traveled to many places, dark places and bright places, high and low. I have not found any signs of us being able to get out of this realm… Then again, I haven’t exactly looked.” Some last words of wisdom the druid sighed internally as he gave a quick glance back to the direction of the area where the fight had broken out. It was true that soon the players that had been killed would respawn pretty soon and they didn't seem to the forgiving sort, there was also the chance that the players that hadn't been killed were still lingering around, surely getting involved in a fight like that would have earned him the scorn of those vengeful few. However as he turned back, his gaze fell to the ground as the man's words echoed in his head. --That being said, you should find some friends and party up with them for a while. Level up, get stronger, and get comfortable in this world.-- Spoken as if it were an easy to thing to do, it hadn't been easy before the event for the candy floss haired healer and so far it definitely hadn't been easier after.

Despite constantly aiding others and going that extra step to make sure that people had what they needed, the druid had yet to make friends with anyone other than that lander merchant and even then they only conversed as the lander set up shop, could you call that friendship? The final parts of the man's words hit him like a slap to the face and his heart sank. If Saber, a player who seemed to Zyrune high in terms of level and knowledge of the world they now stood in couldn't find a trace of way to leave this place, then he would have an even harder time. However judging by the way the man seemed to act, the druid was sure that he overlooked important things that made up a game such as Elder Tales, things that the druid held dear, perhaps it would take Zyrune longer to find his way here, longer to understand how to level, but he would find a way to leave, a way to see his sister smile, but he wouldn't let this man crush his plans, who was to say that Saber had done things correctly or even had done anything at all, it was also entirely possible that the adventurer hadn't done much since the event, he certainly wasn't the highest level he could be, there was still more to go even for a player like himself and that may have meant a long road for Zyrune but he was determined and he wouldn't let someone's words prevent him from trying, the man had even said himself that he hadn't looked.

"Do you think I haven't been trying?" The druid stunned himself but the man's words seemed to have irked him. How arrogant did the man have to be, it was the responsibility of higher level players to look for an answer, the lower levels couldn't try, they would be slaughtered by the nearest high level monster . "Do you think I want to be level one?" Zyrune's voice was low but it was clear that the emotion rang through out each word. "I never asked for this!" The bright blue eyes shot up glaring at the man before him. "No one asked for this!" The candy floss healer spoke. "Everyone is trying their best and you are acting like it is the easiest thing in the world to do." The healer paused and clenched his fists and his sisters smile ran through his head. Dropping his gaze and focusing on the ground, he sighed. "It isn't easy, its hard." He closed his eyes and tried his best to still his heart as it pounded against his chest. "I have spent every single stupid day in this world fighting monsters alone, EVERY DAY!" The druid shook his head and frowned. "Making friends is not easy and don't you dare make it out to be." Zyrune's voice faltered and his eyes watered as the endless memories of students bullying him flushed through his head.

"All I have is three skills!" Holding his palm to his chest he closed his eyes. "Cure Bloom." In an instant the player erupted in a soft pink hue, the adventurer felt a warmth surge through his body as the spell healed his wounds. The druid turned from the man and spotted a friendly low level monster and held his hand out towards it. "Willow Spirit" The ground beneath the cute creature erupted in large twisting vines covered in thorns, wrapping around the fluffy body, the restricted the creatures movement as it struggled in feign to escape. "Brilliant Prism" The druid's hand erupted in a bright beam of light. It struck the creature and it an instant it was gone, replaced by soft bubbles of anima. Shaking his head he turned back towards Saber. "Thats all I can do."

As if some cruel trick was being played on him, the druid erupted in a bright green light. His body felt warm and renewed and his eyes widened as noticed an icon appear on the interface like a beacon. "LEVEL 5" Shaking his head in disbelief, the druid felt the tears flow over his cheeks as struggled to take it in. Something must have been wrong and prevented his leveling, all his experience had been added in one go rather than in a gradual effort. Zyrune couldn't help but close his eyes and thank the stars, he was finally making progress.

Hp:100 Mp:30
WC: 2589
Abilities Used: Cure Bloom, Willow Spirit, Brilliant Prizm
Tagged: Saber
Notes:

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

“Uh-oh…” Saber paused and looked over his shoulder towards the Druid as the man retorted quite harshly at Saber’s words. Even Harold turned to look at the man. Saber’s eyebrows furrowed a little and he stared towards the Druid as the chord he had struck began to vibrate. Something he had said must have hit some kind of dam, broken it, and now it was all coming out. Saber’s mouth pulled into a flat line and he turned slightly so he could look at the Druid more comfortably. However, he did not turn to face him fully, only halfway.

The Assassin then remained quiet, listening as the Druid spoke his share of aggravated words. It was quite the response too and Saber wondered what he had said that had caused such an outburst. Of course no one wanted to be a level one, of course no one asked to be trapped. Saber didn’t like being level one, and that was why he selected the path he did. He chose to be strong, and chose to sacrifice everything he held dear in order to get that strength. He cast aside friends, never asked for help, and slept in the more rotten of conditions rather than return to Londonium. He did it because he wanted to become strong enough to help others so that they didn’t have to go through what he did, so that they wouldn’t have to live out in the dark, cold caves all by themselves. He did it all so that he could help other players along and keep them safe in the fields and if need be; so that he could provide tips and hints. By leveling the way he did, Saber learned of where the best spots to get experience were, where the best drops were, what monsters provided the best materials for certain crafts, and where to get a lot of ingredients for food and researching. No one asked to be trapped, but no one was telling people to live as if they were trapped.

And that was where the Druid was wrong. Saber himself didn’t like the idea of being stuck in this world for some enormous amount of time, separated from his family and his best friend. He didn’t like the idea of having to survive in such a strange place and he hated the idea of having to kill things so readily just so that he could become stronger, but he didn’t complain. Saber simply did what his father had taught him. Saber used the tools he had been given and survived because that was just who he was; he was a fighter and a survivor. He survived the harsh, cold winters in Alaska by hunting and lived quite easily with his family. It was the same when he came into Elder Tale. Saber got his bearings, learned his tools, and survived. The Druid, on the other hand, seemed to have trouble with it. Which Saber could understand, as he doubted the Druid had a strong background in hunting anything. He didn’t exactly look like the type of person who could put an arrow through the neck of a deer at two hundred yards without flinching.

However, it seemed as if the Druid understood very little of the world he was now in. Unlike reality, fighting was the only way to survive. Fighting monsters and doing quest was the only way to get money and the only way to get better gear. Sure, the system provided a player with enough money to survive on the basics every day, but it wasn’t enough for a person to actually live. Saber could buy three simple, disgusting meals every day and pay for a bed to sleep on with what he got every day. That was it. If he wanted to buy a new piece of armor or get a better room, Saber had to go strangle some pigs. In Elder Tale, that was how the world worked. It was how the system operated. Friends were optional, beds were option, sleeping was option, but fighting was not.

The Druid so easily made an example of that. As he continued to shout, the Druid shouted about his limited number of skills; three. Saber had also started with only three, so there was no surprise there. The other player then proceeded to show his skills to Saber. The first he showed was a healing spell, and the Druid’s body recovered from the prior battle. He then turned to face a small animal that was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Druid shouted another spell and cast the creature into a vine prison, binding it in place. The third spell was a sort of light beam cannon thing which blasted the targeted animal into pixels, killing it. Saber’s nose wiggled and his lips turned to a slight frown, but pulled into a flat line again as the Druid suddenly leveled up. Saber watched as the small animation sprouted forth and illuminated the Druid in a green glow. Well, at least that was one sign of him doing something. What Saber didn’t expect, however, was to see the Druid start to cry.

“Well done. You made him snap and cry.” Harold looked up at Saber as he also witnessed the sight of the animal dying and the Druid’s eyes start to leak fluid. Saber let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, formulating some sort of response. Living in Elder Tale was by no means easy, and Saber learned that the hard way. Fighting was not easy, as Saber knew the repercussions of doing it so actively. Being a blood thirsty player and rampaging around the world caused Saber to nearly have a full mental breakdown and he almost lost himself completely. Yet, he was reminded that there was more to the game than just hacking and slashing.

“Druid, this world is not like reality.” Saber looked over at the other player and grimaced beneath his scarf. He had no idea what to say, or how to make things better, but silence would not help either.

“No one asked to be locked into this prison. No one asked to be alone. No one asked to be forced to fight, but you must accept it. This world, this game… This is our reality now whether you like it or not. If you do not like this world, then return to Londonium, go back to that city with the other Adventurers and never leave its walls. The system will provide you with enough gold every day so that you may by your basic needs; food and a place to stay. You can skip out on meals and sleep in the streets to save up money that way for things should you choose, but do not blame me if that food become bland and makes your stomach cringe.” Saber opened up his menu and navigated to his inventory. From there, he summoned forth a simply object, one that reminded him that there was more to the world than Londonium; an apple. The Assassin dropped that apple into his hand and then extended it towards the Druid.

“Or… you can cast away all of that. You can leave behind the safety of the city and become who you are in this new reality; an Adventurer. You can travel to the places I have been, see the things I have seen. Yes, I have seen the shadows of dungeons, felt the cold air of night, and heard the cries of strange monsters… But I have seen beauty in this land, and that beauty is what keeps me going. There is more to this world than fighting, Druid, but fighting is what allows us to see it.” Saber pulled his arm back and tossed the apple to the Druid for him to catch.

“Eat it. Take a bite. That apple I picked from a tree I found after walking for three days and three nights. I was heading North in search of a man I learned to be called the Forger. I never met him because I never found him, but I found something just as rewarding; a collection of apple trees and a beautiful pond. It was clear and fish thrived within its waters. Many smaller animals lived around it, and they greeted me without fear. I was level sixty seven when I found it, and I have yet to return…” Saber finally turned to face the Druid and smirked beneath his scarf, lowering his chin as he spoke.

“It is not easy being an Adventurer. It isn’t easy to take the life of another player, or another monster because this world is just like ours. There is an ecosystem, a circle of life. Monsters have families, friends, and there are entire civilizations of beings we live beside. That animal you killed..? It is the brother of someone, the son of someone, and it could have been a father. However, killing it has made you stronger. It gave you materials you need to survive. Our job is not easy, but it is one we must do because if you don’t; then you will get nowhere.”

“I don’t have many friends, Druid. I only have one person I keep in close contact with and she showed me that not everyone was out to get me, not everyone was out to ignore me… You may not be able to find them right away, but you will meet people in this world who will help you. There will be people who will stand beside you in your travels or ahead of you to protect you. There will be people you will learn to rely on, and there will be people who will learn to rely on you, but until then… You must make yourself capable.” Saber took a few steps toward the Druid and placed his right hand on the man’s left shoulder. He looked into the magician’s eyes and his face became hard.

“I can’t make you strong. I can’t give you experience that will level you up. I can’t make everyone like you and want to be friends with you. No one can do that. No one can do any of that. Living is not easy, neither here or in the real world, but we do it. We do it because we have to. We may not always like it, but if you wish to become strong, you must accept it.” Saber released the Druid’s shoulder and turned away, taking a few steps up the road before stopping again. He quieted down and opened his menu once more, summoning forth a small bag of coins. He looked over his shoulder and stared towards the Druid, then he tossed the bag at the man.

“Return to London, Druid. Take that money and go to a nice place to eat. Stay in a more expensive room than you normally would. Show yourself what it feels like to truly live in this world and in the morning… Make your decision. Will you simply live here…? Go one day at a time and let the world burden you? Will you complain about being alone and let the sadness hurt you? Or will you survive? You’ve already started by reaching level five. That has shown me that you already have a taste of it, the taste of being alive.” Saber smirked and turned away from the Druid for the last time. His picked up his feet and waved Harold to follow him. As he walked, he opened his mouth and raised his voice for the Druid, talking loud enough for him to hear.

“In three days’ time, go to the Parliament Building. Seek out the House of Crowns. I have a feeling you might like it there. Take care of yourself, Druid, and watch out for Player Killers.” Saber raised his right hand and waved it a few times into the air before lowering it back down beneath his cloak, pulling the clothy object around himself.

“Nice speech.” Harold said, hopping along beside Saber. The Assassin rumbled.

“Shut up, Harold.”

: Post Title :
-Words from an Adventurer-

: Word Count :
2028

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, @zyrune

: Notes :
Enjoy le speech.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M