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Post by Rook on Feb 15, 2015 2:19:22 GMT
Rook’s health did indeed restore to full.
Time passed.
Rooks eyelids shivered and then opened, but focus took longer.A tower overhead, had they made it?
“I’m ok.” Rook said, more to stop the shaking and shouting than as an honest assessment of her state. She didn’t hurt anywhere, just the phantom memory of pain she’d felt before passing out.
Rook raised one hand to wipe her face and discerned the tatters of her coat sleeve. The durability had dropped to a critical point… she was fair sure it wouldn’t survive another round and if she unequipped it it would be reduced a pile of rags or some other kind of non-equipment item.
While she hadn’t expected to make a profit on this journey, she hadn’t expected to make such a loss.
It would still serve it’s purpose for now, but not for much longer.
Rook sat up and looked around.
“Is this it, did we make it?” She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. To make it and then just turn around would be heart breaking… to fail mid-way the same. To press on though would certainly be dangerous and foolish. Just what was she trying to find in this place.
“I’m not sure it would be wise to go on… clearly I’ve miscalculated something that we’re being targeted so badly.” Rook tried to stand, but thought better of it and remained seated.
“What are your thoughts, are we asking for trouble entering this place?”
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Post by Saskia on Feb 15, 2015 7:29:15 GMT
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Saskia paused for a moment as she saw the girls eyes fluttering. She knew that the woman simply had to be alive, seeing as her health was full and her body had not dissolved into a crystal mist of anima. Saskia’s eyes squinted in displeasure at seeing the girl needing to focus her eyes.
She shouldn’t have even had to be in that condition. She shouldn’t have even had a scratch on her. Saskia watched as the bleeding mark that brandished her forehead dissapear and a light gasp of the girl’s voice emerge from her lips.
“How are you feeling?” Saskia inquired as she looked over her equipment and gear.
“Your robe is all ripped to shreds...this isn’t good. Those ranged attacks are bad for business any area of effect spells are dangerous, too....we’re going to need to increase our dispersion so nothing like that happens again.” Saskia muttered as she studied the girl’s durability information through her interface menu.
“It’s just about another hundred meters up ahead, but I’m not taking any risks. I’m calling for backup. Don’t worry about the fee. The price of the penalty for death here is far greater than any bag of coin...you don’t lose your life....you lose yourself...a fragment of your memory...a shard of who you are. Experience enough deaths and it will be fatal. The Rook you know won’t even exist anymore. “ Saskia informed her.
She then activated her telepathy skill to send a guild call to the members of the guild.
“Attention, people of Vylbrand! This is Saskia Steelheart. If there are any protectorates within the vicinity of the Windsor Greatwoods I need you to meet me at grid coordinates X49 Y67. We’ll be waiting near the stone watch tower. Be wary of monsters and try to avoid them at all costs. If any of you have the ability to make repairs on cloth armor, I really could use your help. Also, if there are any healers available from the Magistrar Division, please lend me your aid. You’ll be briefed on the mission when you arrive.”
Saskia then waited for any incoming transmission and knelt down by Rook’s side, waiting for whoever to appear.
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Post by Piper on Feb 15, 2015 8:09:17 GMT
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» Piper was sitting at the base of a tree, still waking up from a long nap. Piper had spent her day level grinding, beating on the weaker enemies here in the Windsor Forest. It got a bit dull after a while so Piper had decided to take a nap; when she woke up, it was already dark.
"This... is probably not good," thought Piper. Stronger enemies showed up in the forest at night; Piper figured that she could still outrun anything out there. Being a Monk certainly had its perks.
Piper got up and stretched as she received the SOS from Saskia. An urgent need for a protectorate tailor who was already in the Windsor Greatwoods almost sounded like Saskia was asking for her, specifically; this was obviously not the case since Piper had not told anyone she had gone out here to train, but as a girl who met all the necessary requirements Piper certainly had to be the one to respond.
She pulled out her map and checked the coordinates noted by Saskia. It looked like she was at some castle deep in the heart of the Windsor Woods; seemed like a bad place to be without a proper party. No wonder Saskia needed help.
"Well, I guess I better head out." Piper sprinted in the right direction, darting through trees and generally doing a fine job avoiding monsters; with the natural speed of a Monk, it was near impossible for anything to lock in on her if she did not want them to. Soon enough she found herself at a large castle of stone; Piper found her way in and started searching for Saskia.
"Hellooooo? Saskia? I heard somebody needed a tailor?" Piper cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, hoping Saskia would hear the echoes of her voice.
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Post by Rook on Feb 16, 2015 22:58:44 GMT
Rook continued to focus on her breathing and letting her head clear.
She was aware of the ‘death penalty’ or at least one of a few rumoured death penalties. She hadn't noticed herself, which is why this particular theory seemed to hold more water. You didn’t know the extent of what you didn't know. Other theories were rooted in horror stories like a random chance you just didn't come back or a fixed number of deaths could be had either on your own or within the entire population. Which of these were true, to Rook the question was still up in the air.
Now wasn't the time.
"I'm fine, really."
She thought she could hear somebody shouting in the distance.
“Is that one of yours? I don’t know if creatures agro off sound in this area.” Rook said, looking left and right trying to discern the source of the shouting.
Rook stood with the aid of the tower. She did a quick stock take of her limbs and items. Aside from the durability damage she still have her bag and it’s contents. Her Grimoire.
Rook’s coat was indeed ripped, or more accurately melted to shreds in some places. It still served to somewhat camouflage her silhouette.
“Should we go to meet them?” Rook stood, still of two minds on whether to use call of home or not. Would the addition of another be sufficient to turn this trek from disaster to success? The possibility of success was so slim already.
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Post by Saskia on Feb 17, 2015 7:22:59 GMT
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Saskia watched over Rook as she navigated her way through her disorientation.
She was reliefed that the girl was even still alive at this point. Death had claimed too many of her allies and the wolf hair shield sister simply didn’t want to feel the pressure of having to lose another one and having to face them, knowing that they had lost a shard of who they were. It could be a momery of when they first met someone they love. It could be the memory of their child’s birth. It could be the day of their wedding where star crossed lover’s echoed their words of passion, declaring unity in front of the world.
So many moments in life that held significance, that could be stripped away. Even a few short precious seconds, missing out on a message someone gave you that made you who you are today.
The girls words said that she was fine, but was she really? Being a hair from death? Isn’t that such a chilling sensation to numb the mind? Wasn’t she terrified? Whether they were immortal beings or not, doesn’t the fear of the unknown haunt us?
A loud and uncanny voice trailed down through the forest as a booming echo of a soft voice rang out from a couple of meters away.
“Sounds like Piper...” Saskia turned her head as her wolf ears twitched. Her vigilant eyes scanned the area for any hostiles. Detecting none she glance over her shoulder back at Rook.
“They do. But come on, let’s go...stick close to me.” She muttered in a quiet hush.
She forged on in a militant manner. Soon enough, they would find the bright and bubbly princess peach outside her castle. Shouting in a loud voice, just inviting Bowser or whatever crazy monster that dwelled inside to come lurking out.
“Keep your voice down...” She whispered in a slightly agitated hush. “Do you want to wake up every goon in the entire neighborhood?”
She leaned over and inspected the dark tunnel, then glanced back at Rook.
“Well, it looks like Piper made it. We’ll just have her patch up your gear before we move on. By the time she’s done with that, hopefully some one from our medical corps will arrive.”
“Oh, and thanks for getting here so quick on late notice, Piper.” She uttered, giving the girl a few short words of praise to show her her assistance would not go unappreciated.
Her gaze drifted back to the sight of the dark tunnel. "Something isn't right about this place. I can feel it..."
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Post by Piper on Feb 18, 2015 5:42:35 GMT
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» Piper complied to Saskia's orders, hushing herself even though she had not seen any monsters nearby on her way here. She looked over Rook's tattered robe and grimaced. "Fixing this might be a bit above my level, but I'll give it a shot." Piper pulled some needle and thread out of her satchel. "You picked a good time to need my sewing skills, actually; I'm thinking of changing my subclass to mechanic. Want to see if I can get the sound systems here in Elder Tale up to the modern era, may even manage to put together an amplifier if I can collab with a woodworker on modern electric instruments." Piper fumbled around with her thread, trying to get it untangled; it had been sitting unused in her bag for a while now, it was going to be a project just getting her equipment in working order.
"Anyways, what brings you two out here? It's a dangerous place to be adventuring without a big group. I only managed to make it because I was fast enough to avoid entering combat entirely; judging from the status of that coat, I can tell the two of you were not so lucky."
Piper tilted her head in curiosity at Saskia's last remark. "Not right how? I mean yeah, sure, spooky castle and all, wouldn't be too surprised if we face ghost type monsters or other such undead nonsense, but once we've got a healer here and a proper team going then I'm sure we'll be fine."
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Post by Rook on Feb 18, 2015 23:08:19 GMT
“Hello, and Thank you.” Rook said as they met up with Piper. “My name is Rook, it’s nice to meet you.”
Rook took of her ragged coat and handed it over. Then promptly turned to keep watch in another direction. It had everything to do with Saskia’s unease. It had nothing at all to do with blushing with embarrassment over Piper’s outfit and feeling terribly exposed herself. Really.
Upon closer inspection, Rook’s coat was a mess, and had been before it’s durability dropped through the floor. It was made by insightful crafting which is why it doesn’t conform to the ‘fits perfectly’ mechanic. However, it can only be described as a practice piece. Made a lightweight material that is neither waterproof nor warm the only purpose it could have been made for is testing cloth templates, or perhaps cosplay since it still looks the part.
System repair is impossible, insightful repair would involve replacing whole panels of destroyed or decayed cloth. In this situation it’s as close to a lost cause as one can get.
Rook looked over her shoulder at the mention of musical instruments.
“Hmmm, an aspect of the culture that completely escaped me.” Rook wondered aloud. “I haven’t listened to music in a long time.”
Rook looked away again, her arms crossed over her chest. In her other life… music hadn’t been something to appreciate most of the time. Consumable, disposable, beautiful and now, completely removed from her life.
Her sadness was plainly written across her shoulders.
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Post by Saskia on May 15, 2015 2:06:59 GMT
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The armored maiden was relieved that Piper’s boisterous voice didn’t alert any treacherous fiends that their were unwelcomed guests lurking about on their territory. Any false movements or sounds would prove to be fatal in their upcoming voyage if they were not prepared. She hoped that Piper would be able to lend some assistance, or at least help stitch Rook’s gear back to a less exposing state. It was only by some divine grace that the woman with the emerald eyes was still even breathing, which coated Saskia’s heart in a feeling of uneasiness an tension.
She had to admit, she wasn’t used to bodyguard missions, as that was more of her mentor Pen Ddraig’s profession. She watched closely down the hall as Piper adminstered her abilities to the best her capabilities could offer. Though meager at best, it was decent enough to make do an didn’t make the client look like a human ragdoll or some dog’s chew toy. Still, Saskia couldn’t help but fight the feeling that this mission was still far too dangerous for them to handle without a dedicated healer.
As several minutes passed by, Saskia huffed an air of weariness as she tried to get in contact with one of the guild’s healers. However, unable to reach her, Saskia was forced to make a snap decision for greater good of the mission.
“Without a healer, our group will be too large for me to overlook on my own. In our current condition, I can only afford to keep an eye on one of you, not both. Even if things get serious out there, the best I could be able to do is probably keep one of you alive and forsake the other, and those are terms I simply cannot accept. So I will have to go in with our client. As for you Piper, scout out the forest to the east and see if you can find Parasole. She might have ran into trouble on the way here. “
After giving firm orders, Piper whisked away, leaving the Guardian alone with her client, the Enchanter, Rook.
“Okay, if you feel you are ready, then we may enter, but don’t ever be more than ten meters away from me at any given time, or else you might not make it through these gates of hell...”
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Post by Rook on May 16, 2015 16:20:08 GMT
Rook didn’t feel particularly ready. She was dejected about music. She felt exposed, and woefully under levelled for the content. She felt worse that a kindred soul may have got in trouble to help her. It had never been this bad before, but then she’d never been out this far before. She felt sure that if she didn’t use ‘Call of Home’ now, she would be using ‘Wake up in the cathedral’ soon. Saskia was clearly strong and confident. Rook was certain that in this situation she was as close to invincible as one could be in this game. At the same time, Saskia was happy to charge through the front. The deeper they got the more vulnerable Rook felt. Doing this so soon was a bad idea. She needed a few more levels, just a little more HP and a slightly higher endurance so that she wasn’t in ‘one shot’ territory. Rook stood bolt upright as something intruded upon her thoughts, a telepathic chat. “Ah, hello. It’s not really a good time… is it important?” the silence stretched. “Oh, no, that’s not good. I… I’ll come immediately.”The word-web became tangled as she tried to make it real. “Saskia, I’m sorry about this but something has come up, I should return to the city. A friend is in need.”“I’d feel terrible if your guildmate was hurt because of me. Parasole is a cleric, ill suited to solo travel. Could you check on them and tell me they’re ok?”
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