What is a monster to a King? [combat]

[Conchobar]

So, Life in this new world was interesting for Chonchobar.  While he initially created a character who's design was to play the role of an Irish King, in a video game located in a world based on their own, he found himself AS the character designed to be played as a king.  This was... Jarring to say the least, but he had already had his mental lapse like many of the others trapped here by the Catastrophe.  It would be a bold faced lie to state that he was completely comfortable in the new world, but he was at least partially so.  He thought the best thing to do was at least not make himself a sitting duck.  And hell, maybe he could go go along with it.  Maybe he could find himself really being Conchobar.  If he wanted a realistic Roleplay, then this was most certainly it, was it not?

Walking towards an area that he knew to be filled with weak enemies for starting players, he took a moment to look over his skills.  His HP stat worried him, because he didn't exactly want to die, but at the same he was playing a heavy armored sorcerer, so it wasn't as bad as it looked.  Soon he was in the Greatwood, and could already see some of the enemies bouncing around.  Drawing his longsword, he took a moment to wave it around in the air, spelling gaelic runes that would translate to 'Fire'.  This wasn't necissary, but if he was going to roleplay this, he was going to do it right.  After these few seconds of cast time, his blade would catch flame, using his Inferno Strike Skill in order to augment his attacks.  Currently, it was his only skill, but still, he was better off using it.

With his starting long sword successfully flaming, he would approach a small group of slimes, before bringing the blade down on the first one, listening to it screech in pain as it caught fire, and causing all three to aggro him.  Bringing his shield up, he would watch in the corner of his vision as his HP dipped little by little.  Grinning he thrust forward with the shield, and brought the blade back down upon the first slime that was on fire.  It didn't kill it, but he could see the fire damage would, as he turned to fight the next one.  They continued bapping at his heavy armor, glad that it was doing its job, even for being low quality.  By no means was he tanking like a guardian, but given how little health he had, these were quite respectable amounts of damage being taken.  His blade would continue swinging with auto attacks, the first slime exploding into bubbles, before the second, and then the third, leaving him standing around some small piles of loot, panting heavily.  "Well, that was actually quite nice...  Thank god I didn't pick something that was completely unviable."  He said with an almost humorless chuckle as he checked the duration of his spell, and started looking for other slimes, though hoping to find smaller groups.

[Hexell]

[No way out] What is a monster to a King?

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So far, his new life has been full of new discoveries and surprises. Like how food doesn't really taste like anything here, like a damp cracker, it fills you up but is not satisfying. But fruits actually has taste here, so that's something to keep in mind. Another thing is that you can't technically die, you'll respawn much like any other MMORPG games. It's like immortality, only a bit more complicated. Since the first few weeks of his stay on his new world, all he did was reading, reading, reading, and more reading. It may seem boring to some, but it's actually important to gain factual information about the new world he's living in. Reading was fun and all, but after a week of staying, today, he finally decided to check out his new found powers and to test his abilities by engaging into combat for once. There's a nearby arena not far from where he currently stays at. It's made for beginners so it's perfect to test out his skills there. Before entering, he opened up his player interface. He is in perfect condition, full HP and MP. He checked his info, a Level one Half Alv with the Heretic class. Getting sidetracked. He got back on checking the interface he actually wanted to look at, his skills. Everyone gets to choose three skills at the start. He chose Miasma bullet, Miasma curtain, and Shackles of the Sentenced as his tier one skills. He's all prepped. he closed the interface and finally entered the arena. Slimes, slimes everywhere. Since he is a magic user, slimes gets attracted at him, causing them to crowd around him, how inconvenient. He opened up his Grimoire, it listed all possible spells he can currently cast, which isn't too many at all. It only contained the basic magic projectile and all three of his Heretic skills. He looked at his first skill, Miasma bullet. "Okay. Let's try out Miasma bullet see how it goes." He hovered his finger through the air and pointed at one of the slimes far from him, one that's not actually sticking to him. It showed an interface showing the monster's name, level, current HP, and current MP. It's a normal level one slime with full MP and HP, not that hard to take down. It's decided, it'll be his first test dummy. He closed the interface and read about his skill through his Grimoire. "Hmmm. Two seconds of charging... a cooldown of five.... Yadda yadda yadda.... Alright, let's test this thing." He whispered to himself. He kept the book open on his right hand and started generating a small dark orb on his left. After a few seconds, he fired it at the slime hitting it directly. "Oh Dang! That was awesome!" The slime didn't die immediately, it had a few bits of health left over. The slime was now aggroed and is now approaching him. He just remembered, he has a sword. He unsheathed his sword and started swiping and slicing at it, accidentally hitting the small group of three around him, making them aggro as well. Finally, all four slimes splattered, leaving a small gold loot on the floor. "That was nice. Now, which skill should I try next?"

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[Conchobar]

Conchobar Aegis was taking a moment to check the regen of his mana and his Health. Of course, health was always going to be an issue, but given that his only mana-costing spell had a duration of five minutes, he suspected he wouldn't be running out of mana for the first few levels. That was rather comforting, actually. It meant that he wouldn't be a sitting duck on the front lines. However, while he was checking, he heard the sounds of someone else fighting. Not the worst of situations, especially when he walked somewhat noisily around some trees to get a look at the stranger. He appeared to be another caster, another level one like himself. He watched as he would eventually dispatch of the slimes away, chuckling before he would make an approach.

"Hey there! Good to see another player." He would say, voice sounding rough, as he rest his large shield on the ground next to him, looking the caster up and down. Heratic? That wasn't one he was very familiar with. He remembered glancing over it, but couldn't recall just what it did. He was focused on the Spell sword Sorcerer build more than anything else. "You look like you're doing pretty well, though being a caster means the slimes will be attracted to you, and you probably wouldn't get too much going for you if you have to keep retreating to heal up, because you get overwhelmed." He would say, straightening up with a big smile. "You could probably use a party member to help soak up blows. It'd let you survive longer." Of course, the implications were there that he was offering to be said party member, but he didn't seem to be directly offering. After all, he wasn't about to be rude enough to just butt his way into someone elses training, but if they desired help, he would be willing to offer it. Worst case scenario, they would decline, and the two of them could still grind in the area, just away from each other to prevent them from stealing kills. He was far from against such ideas, so it wasn't a big deal to him. Either or, he wanted to be polite enough to offer, without being so rude as to seem as though he was forcing his way in.



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[Hexell]

[No way out] What is a monster to a King?

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He heard someone approaching, calling him out. Another player, how nice. It's been his first time to actually see another player after he got out of the library, he might as well try to socialize. The man settled down his shield as it carefully observed him, glancing up and down at him, like he's some alien material. He wasn't really sure if the interface of other players would show up just like the monster interface, he hovered his finger, pointing at the other player, as he expected, the interface showed up. Much like the monster interface, it showed limited information but with an additional information such as his Class, and his Race.     A level one Wolf Hair Sorcerer by the name of Conchobar Aegis. By his looks, he doesn't look much like a sorcerer at all, rather, he looked like one of the fighting class characters. The player greeted him, it would be rude to ignore him, so he greeted back as he observed the player's interface. "Hey there uhh... Conchobar Aegis. Nice to meet you." Another level one player. He assumed that he was another one of those people who got sucked into the game. It's good to find someone of his same level. "Oh, getting these slimes attracted at me doesn't bother me that much since they won't attack. It's just annoying how they cling to you sometimes, makes it hard to walk." he said as he started shaking a slime off of his leg.     A party member. Yeah, that he needs. "That's a great suggestion. Would you mind me joining you? I haven't really known other players yet other than you. You seem tough as well, it would be a nice thing to have a strong ally." He thought for a second. Normally on MMOs, there's another separate interface where you can add other players as friends and send them private message or party invites. He took a closer look at the other player's interface as he shook another slime off of his leg. As he expected, there's a submenu containing options such as, a duel invite, a trade invite, and a friend invite.       "I'll send you a friend invite and a party invite. Just a second" He pressed the friend invite option and then sent him a party invite. Suddenly, another interface popped on the lower left corner of his view, a list of party member containing him and Aegis, showing both their HP, MP, and other stats. As well as that the minimap on the upper right now shows a symbol representing Aegis. What a nifty little feature, he thought. "So, I assume this means you accepted my invite. Should we proceed on slaying some monsters?" Not that Aegis would actually see it behind his mask, he managed to give off a smile.

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[Conchobar]

Conchobar smiled as he saw the notification for a party and friend, and he would click the accept button, also noticing the additional window in the corner of his vision. Well, wasn't that handy? Conchobar Aegis would offer a polite bow as he drew his flaming blade. "Wonderful! I'll do my best to tank what I can, but you do your best so that they can't put too much damage on me." He said with a broad grin. Both of them being spell casters, they had already attracted a fair number of slimes around them. "Alright then. Looks like our practice has come to us, then." He took a moment to wave his flaming blade in the air, hoping to attract the attention of the slimes, watching as they seemed to be attracted to the actual use of a spell, rather than the ambient energy of spellcasters. "Alright, when I start, feel free to do what you need to do. After this, I suggest we start looking for some Boar. They don't have a Magical Resistance." He commented, it only being a suggestion. He was perfectly content with the slimes.

When they were sufficiently far away from the caster, he would initiate combat, bringing the blade down heavily on one of the slimes, quickly, watching it burst into flames as he started swinging madly. His objective was to take advantage of the lack of friendly fire that the game had, knowing that, because they were in a party, AOE spells wouldn't effect him, for the most part. If he could quickly damage a lot of them, then hopefully the Heratic would have an AOE spell to do enough damage to knock them out or, at the very least, be able to start picking them off in rapid succession. His goal was to make sure he didn't take TOO much damage in the process. But, that being said, even though they were slimes bouncing furiously against his armor and shield, and he was taking slivers to his HP with every one... it was strangely exhilarating. He legitimately felt light a magical knight, his enchanted blade slicing through the creatures left and right. By no means was this a power trip for him but... Well, it was better to enjoy the situation than to hate it, no? It got to the point that he wasn't even paying that much attention to the other Mage, just hacking and slashing at the flaming slimes with every chance he could.

But one thing was in the back of his mind that he couldn't quite get out, and it was somewhat of a good thing. He was still level one. At much higher levels, if he built himself properly, he would be taking on dragons and legitimate magical creatures of mythology. He wondered how they would stack up to the real things, or at least, the mythological ones. Would the dragons of Elder Tales feel like the Dragons of Lore? Would he be able to face the manipulative and magical Fae? He didn't know what the expansion had brought, and didn't really know all the high level creatures either. He was having fun, though, and that was the important part, right?


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[Hexell]

[No way out] What is a monster to a King?

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"I can deal damage on multiple enemies at once, yes, but even if it doesn't deal any damage to you, you'll have to keep distance. It could infect you with corruption. Now. I wouldn't want you corrupted and I think you wouldn't want to get corrupted either. But if you got infected, don't worry, players can get rid of it over time. Just don't get infected too much." Perks of doing your research. He could have not known about it's corrupting effects if he didn't look more into it. If he ever got reckless and infect his teammate with the corruption, it may cause both bad and good things, but mostly bad things especially to the infected one. But luckily, players get to have the corruption to deplete over time, making them go back to their original state after a few minutes. Although the corruption depletes, it's still not a very pleasant experience. He himself experienced the higher stages of corruption during the first time he possessed Miasma. It's like going crazy, you'll suddenly get headaches then the next thing you know, you can't control yourself anymore.     The Sorcerer started mowing down the enemies one by one with his sword, making the slimes catch fire. Aegis seemed like he's having fun slaying these monster, and he does think that it looks fun as well. A group of seven slime has received damaged already, yet, the damage they received aren't enough to kill them yet. He thought that it's the perfect time to use another one of his skills, one that has a decent AOE, Miasma curtain. He opened his Grimoire once more and read about the skill, then he did something he forgot to do  before, adding his skills to his hotbar, he dragged all three of his skill in the hotbar giving him an easier access to it. "I'd recommend you keeping a 2 meter distance away from me. Well. That is if you don't want corruption." He gave a few seconds for Aegis to keep distance, he started casting the the spell, concentrated Miasma dispersed into the air and swung it's essence around him, creating a violet mist. As he do so, slimes slowly got attracted to it, causing them to come towards him, leaving Aegis alone. "Yeah. That's right, come to Hexell."     The slimes took their time on walking, which gives him more time for casting. The slimes are already surrounding him, now's the time, he thought. He already reached the five second maximum casting, the mist quickly materialize and rapidly whipped out of his body. Every slime around him, including those who weren't originally on aggro were stroked by Miasma, killing all seven of the originally damaged slimes and three slimes that were caught in the middle of it received a good amount of damage. He used his sword and slashed the remaining two, killing both of them in one slash since their HP were already low. "Holy shit. That was awesome too!" He exclaimed, that's it, it has been decided, it's his new favorite skill.

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[Conchobar]

Conchobar was never too proud to admit when he was out of his element, and when Hexell started talking about him being 'corrupted' then he started to be concerned. It must have been a powerful spell if one of the downfalls were friendly fire. He would nod, though, taking a hop backwards, and stopping his attack, watching them bounce off the shield for a few more moments, before they began to be distracted by the magic he was creating. He hadn't seen a spell like that before, but watching the black sheet of magic rip the slimes to pieces as they eventually exploded into bubbles and gold. He waited a few moments to make sure that the corruption spell was dealt with before he would approach the mage, clapping his hands. "Well done, my good sir. Well done indeed!" He said with a hearty laugh. "I must say, though, I haven't seen magic quite like that before. Though I won't lie when I say that I did my research on all of them." He explained.

There was a small amount of worry with the idea of corruption. He didn't know what it did, but with a name like that it just couldn't be good. Was it a status debuff? Maybe it was a DoT. Either way, with his naturally low HP, he didn't need to get corrupted if he could avoid it. Still, that proved problematic, if the Heratic couldn't reliably deal with enemies he was tanking, without also compromising him as well. After a moment, he decided it would be best to investigate it a little more.

"Would you be willing to tell me a little more about your magic? If there is a reliable chance of Friendly fire, I would like to know about it." He built the character with the mind of recreating a magical swordsman from lore, but that wasn't with the possibility of being harmed by his allies, and could, in fact, prove quite detrimental to his fighting style. "We both could probably use a rest in which to recover our HP and MP, so why not pass the time with some chatter?" He at the very least wanted to be friendly about it, even if there was serious concerned involved as well. By no means did he view this man as a PKer, just as a class he was unfamiliar with, and learning would be the best option.

He himself was really simple. They were allowed three class skills, two of which he chose were passives, one allowing him to wear plate armor, the other allowing him to equip shields. However, the third one was his only actual spell, and allowed him to enchant his blade with fire, so all attacks did bonus fire damage, and ignited them. It also had a really long duration, meaning that by the time he needed to cast it again, he was already full on mana. Of course, this wouldn't be the case in the future when he has more spells to choose from, but he hoped to be able to get some more defensive spells, relying on the weapon augments for the majority of the damage. It would allow him a lot of focus on combat, putting out reliable DPS for a party, without having to worry about him being sniped by an enemy. Of course, he lacked the utility of a full-mage sorcerer, but... this was about roleplaying, right? He wanted to make a spell sword, so he did.



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[Hexell]

[No way out] What is a monster to a King?

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He sighed as he gave off a grin from behind his mask. Being a Heretic can give you strong power through Miasma, yes, but that also means that people around you would fear and avoid you. This may be a bad thing for others, but for Hexell, he's completely fine being avoided and feared upon. Rest, yeah, that's something Hexell forgot that is needed. Even if his HP isn't reduced that much by the weak slimes, his is Mp has to restore itself as well before he can even cast more of his skills. He agreed to sit down for a minute, resting himself. He shouldn't be really talking about his Heretic magic, but he thought that this man can be trusted, it's his choice anyway. It may frighten him, it may amaze him, who knows really. He started sharing about himself a bit to Aegis.&amp;nbsp;"Yea, my magic isn't really commonly seen by people. It's more like a forbidden kind of magic, something people naturally avoids. Have you ever heard of Miasma?" "Miasma is highly dangerous, especially&amp;nbsp;among the People of the Land. It can slowly corrupt the mind and the body, slowly turning you into a monster. But with Adventurers like us, corruption can reduce over time, slowly healing you." He can't believe it, he's actually sharing some scary information to this man. But anyway, he didn't really mind. "You can run away now, I'm used to it. People got afraid of me, avoided me, probably the sole reason why I got to stay in the library alone for weeks. So yeah, I wont really mind" He looked at Aegis' expression. He let out a sigh as he unzipped his mask to be more comfortable with speaking. He gave of a smile now that his mouth can be seen. "Well, if you really want to know about this Magic... I can tell you bits and pieces about it and how I stumbled upon it..." "My class wasn't Heretic to begin with, I was a Sorcerer just like you when I started, well, at least that's what I chose to be on the character creation process. As I've said, since the first day I've been sucked into the game, I have been staying in the library, searching for ways to get out of here, but there weren't. On the process, I stumbled upon various information, but one of which caught my attention. A book that has ancient text stated something about Miasma, well, considering that I have the subclass of Scribe, I was able to read it..." He looked at Aegis, he can't really tell if he's bored by his story or if he's immersed, one thing's for sure, this story is still long. So, he decided to cut it short, giving only some important stuff to know about it. "Well... long story short, I decided to turn into a Heretic for more power, practiced manipulating Miasma, yadda yadda yadda. Regarding your question about friendly fire however, it's not really something that deals damage to allies but inflict corruption at them instead. The corruption my allies get with my skills aren't that serious though and is probably too little to be even noticed, since players can reduce corruption over time, you'll be corruption free in just a few seconds. Not all of my skills can cause corruption to allies, but sometimes, &amp;nbsp;Miasma can be used to heal and buff allies, but with the side effect of corruption, those skills, I still need to learn them, I don't really have any support skills yet." He expected the man to start avoiding him now that he shared a little tidbit of his story. Heretics are normally outcasts just like the corrupted ones. Mostly, people avoid Heretics with the fear of being corrupted. As he have read, victims of the corruption is often forced into solitary isolation until they recover from its effects, Stratford Wardens however have been known to execute the most extreme cases for the sake of purity. Not the best thing that can happen to you at all.

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[Conchobar]

It was an interesting tale to listen to, about corrupted magic. He wasn't familiar with "Miasma" at least, not in the game world. He knew what an actual Miasma was. Through the story, he would rub his chin as he listened, genuinely interested in listening. Conor was a history buff and knew many different stories in which mages were corrupted by the very nature of the magic, but it was typically a psychological corruption involving believing they were gods because of their power, rather than the magic itself being corrupted. Though, in many fantasy recreations, physical corruption wasn't unheard of for 'evil magics' such as necromancy. Either way, it was an interesting mechanic to add into the game.

"I think I understand. It is certainly a curious kind of magic. But, if corruption naturally wicks away over time, and the effects are build-up style, instead of straight-up debuffs, the easiest thing might be what we're already doing, just short bursts of monsters, and then some recovery time. That way, if either of us were to acquire some corruption, it would go down while we waited, and not have the opportunity to build up too much. How does that sound?" He asked with a smile.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure what to think of the mechanic. In one aspect, they seemed like they had the typical large power, negative feedback aspect of playing but... this wasn't just a game anymore. The concept of serious corruption was moderately frightening to the wolfhair, though with one important aspect: What his concepts of corruption are, were a result of a lifetime of understanding life one way. This meant his understanding of "corruption" could be different from Hexell, or the game creators'. Until he could really see the results of corruption and have a concrete understanding of what there was to fear, rather than an abstract and vague word, he shouldn't be afraid in the slightest. Cautious, sure, but no afraid.

"Come on, the boars should prove more of a challenge for level advantage, but they've got no resistances, so it should be more fun over all." He would say after a moments pause, turning and walking a bit deeper into the Zone. Granted, he didn't have a full understanding of everything yet, but at the same time, things get boring if you know everything. It's better to know enough to not die, and make everything else up along the way. Of course, that kind of thought process often lead to people into false senses of Security, but he wanted to have fun. In the end, if he was thrown into a new life, he could either enjoy himself, or curl up and wait to die. But, would the Great King Conchobar wait to die? No! He would conquer the realm in the name of Ireland! Conchobar couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, shaking his head ever so slightly as he started searching for a small group of boar for them to hunt. If anything, this fight should be easier since they wouldn't have a magic resistance, making much more efficient battles.


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[Hexell]

[No way out] What is a monster to a King?

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Is he seriously fine being with him? Well, that's new. It's just the early stages of corruption, Hexell is still perfectly fine, well, for now, who knows what he can become. He nodded as he zipped back his mask. Boars, he haven't really seen one yet, but had read a few information about them. Normally, Pittered Boars would attack people when they get close to their young, and these boars rarely leaves their children alone. It would be interesting to fight something with a higher level, considering how higher level monsters tend to drop better loot and more EXP.     They started walking, going further into another branch of the arena. There were multiple areas to go through, having different environment and monsters inside it. As they entered the area on which the boars are at, the smell of grass scattered in the air, next thing he knows, the floor they are stepping at is already grassy dirt. Boars scattered around the area, almost each of the adults had a small group of young boars following their lead. "Well. This would be more of a challenge considering they are four to six levels higher than us. But I'm sure we can take them down together one by one. I don't really know how hard they hit so we should take precautions."     His best way of approach here would be to take them down at far range, but seeing how his ally is more of the melee type, he'll have him soak up some hits as he take the role of ranged support. He hovered his fingers, pointing at one of the young boars, a level 2 Young Pittered Boar, a fairly weak target, he then pointed at its mother. It was a level 7 Pittered Boar, clearly, a monster that strong is out of their league. But he had faith with his ally, he's sure that they can beat it up with their combined strengths. Just imagine how much EXP would they get after killing it.     He pressed the Miasma Bullet skill on his hotkey, as soon as he did, a small dark orb started materializing on his hand. "I'll aggro this one, get ready." He fired off the skill, hitting one of the young boars. The adult boar instantly turned its attention towards him after his child got hit, it started charging towards them, pointing its long sharp tusk straight at them. By it's side, the small boar charged at them as well, his attack only damaged it for half of it's health on the level 2 Young Pittered Boar, what damage can he even make to the level 7 Pittered Boar.     He got his Grimoire out, using it to fire off a small magic projectile at the Young boar twice, killing it for good. Killing the young boar seems to have no effect to lessen their work, rather make it tougher for them. The boar got even more agitated, causing it to charge at them at a faster speed. This may not turn out that well after all, he thought.

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[Conchobar]

"I think most of the monsters in this area should be able to be taken by solo individuals, so being in a party should have us at the advantage." He would say, mostly thinking out loud. Hexell started walking, but he would position himself in the lead. He would be this party's bulk, so he didn't need the squishy mage out in front, just in case they ran into something that would aggro them. That was what was nice about this area, though, since almost everything was docile or curious. There were some oddballs there, sure, but it should be easy grinding for them, which was what starting players needed: A safe arena in which they can get familiar with mechanics and battle, before throwing difficult enemies at them.

There was a strange part of Conchobar that merely shouted Bring it on in his head when the pittered boar started charging. Six levels ahead of them... That was more than a lot for a solo, but in this world, he wasn't very well sure how well it would do in a party. He had burned through about a hundred seconds of his spell, most of it being as they walked through the area in search of these very boar, so he was hardly needing to worry about it. The flaming sword would be held tight as the large boar started charging, and he would bring it down hard on it as it tried to run past him towards the Heratic. "Nah ah ah... You want him, you're gonna need to get through me!" He shouted out loud, bringing his flaming blade down again. The boar had burst into magical fire from being struck by the blade, taking a damage over time debuff, as it swung its tusked head over at Conchobar, only to be met with the large shield he had, and a large 'clang'.

"Hit it with everything ya god. I'll hold it in place." He shouted, a large grin on his face as he lashed forward with his shield, slamming it into the boars face, before he made an upward slash at the side of the boar. He was trying to put it in his head that they could do it, and therefor, he needed the confidence for it. But after that one strike, he was down by a good 5th of his health, and that was with a successful block. They may need to rely on kiting this thing heavily. That being said, one should never underestimate the power of a damage over time ability like fire. Plus, the boar seemed to be taking a decent amount of damage as well, and it hadn't even been struck by the Heratic yet. "We can do this. This will need us to be cautious, and take a break afterwords to recover our strength, but this is very possible."[/b] He said, noticing it rear its head for another swing, and jumping backwards at the last moment, successfully dodging it as he rewarded himself by swinging his blade for a free attack, restarting the burning debuff in the process.


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[Hexell]

[No way out] What is a monster to a King?

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Aegis blocked the boar's attack right in front of him. The boar took decent damage over time with Aegis' fire, but not enough to wear it down until it dies. It was a good thing having Aegis around and his shield, if it wasn't for him, he could have been hit by the boar and would probably deal massive amounts of damage to him. Seeing how Aegis' HP was bought down by the boar even with a perfect block like that, he would imagine that this boar is a pretty hard hitter, two or three hits with this boar's attack would probably kill them. Aegis' magic sword abilities is also impressive, harnessing the elemental power of fire to reinforce his attacks, it was pretty rare and unique build for sorcerers to have, fairly useful for sorcerers too since they normally have low HP, having decent defense is always nice. As expected, the boar took little damage with Aegis' flaming sword. He'll need to help him do some damage. As Aegis jumped back, so did he since Aegis was just at his front. He hovered his finger towards the Miasma Bullet skill on his hotbar once more, creating another dark ball of Miasma on his hand. He took two steps to the left to get a clear view of the boar and flung the orb at the boar which is currently occupying Aegis, dealing a small bit of damage, almost bringing it's health halfway down. They'll need to deal more hits to it. He has enough MP for another skill or two, he looked down at his hotbar to see the skills available to be cast. The boar turned it's attention at Hexell and started to aim at him now and started charging towards him once more. He waited for a bit for the skill Miasma Bullet to cool down by running in circles with the boar chasing him around. it felt exhilarating, now this, this is life. Perfect timing, he thought, it would be a great opportunity to test out his third skill. He looked at his hotbar, hovering his finger towards his third skill as he ran, Shackles of the Sentenced. It would be a great time to bind this boar to make it stay put for a while. A casting time of a second and a half and a cool down of 20 and it would keep the enemy still for five seconds. it would be perfect for Aegis to make multiple hits to the boar without the risk of having the boar hit back. "Five seconds, I'll fix this boar in place for five seconds. Just do as many hits as you can to it for five seconds." He yelled as he ran closer back to Aegis."Go, hit him..." He quickly jumped back as he turned around to face the boar and pressed the third skill mid air, as soon as he did, chains started erupting from the ground, binding the boar tightly, keeping it from moving. "Now!" As the skill animation took place, he pressed the skill, Miasma Bullet for a second time on his hotbar, which had just finished cooling down. The orb materialized on his hands and fired it once more to the Shackled boar. Not only the skill Shackles of the Sentenced allowed them to keep the boar stay still, it also increased the corruption points the boar received with his Miasma Bullet skill, dealing up two corruption points at the boar. Even though two points of corruption may not do much, if it stacks up, it may cause some minor headaches and nausea to enemies. This battle, however, may not let Hexell deal more corruption points to the boar, for it's about to die in just a few more hits. Now, this is teamwork at its finest.

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[Conchobar]

A low base HP meant that, even with a high armor, he was still fragile, just not as much. The hits from the boar had taken a few chunks off his HP, but he was still doing alright. He saw a black orb shoot from outside his vision, and hit the boar. Because his damage was primarily from a status buff, it didn't do much in the form of gaining aggro, where it was primarily his swings doing it. So that black orb must have just barely tipped the aggro numbers over, and caused the boar to change targets. Not good, not really, at least, not good for the boar. With it turning away, he was able to get a large slash across its flank, re-igniting it. It was confused, for a split second, not much, but long enough that he was able to make sure that the root landed without interruption.

"Nice!" The sorcerer called out as he brought the sword down repeatedly upon the creature. The boar was still able to attack, and because he was forced to be in melee range, that meant that he would still be subjected to attacks, just weaker ones. However, even though they were weaker, they still started taking some noticeable percentages off his HP. But then he dropped below 25%, and a glint appeared in his eye. On, this was the ability of his subclass... One of the crux's of his theme with making him based on the Ulfhednar. His blood felt like it was on fire as he gripped the flaming blade tighter, a big grin on his face, as he brought the sword down hard. The damage was increased, and admittedly, it wasn't that much, but it was enough to matter. For five whole seconds, he would be free to swing his sword, only passively guarding himself with his blade... He didn't know why, but this felt good. His heart was beating painfully hard, adrenaline pouring through his veins as the blade came down again, ripping open the hide, the flames continuing to consume the boar. He may be seriously out leveled by the boar, but it didn't even seem to matter now. Swing after swing, he couldn't seem to stop bringing the blade to bite flesh. And he was still only a level one berserker! Imagine the power he would wield at higher levels. Oh, the thought made him giddy as he had a toothy, animalistic grin on his face that might even give the Heratic reason to have pause.

The boar was bulky by nature, and had high HP due to level, but being held down for five seconds, five seconds of reapplying DoT, five seconds of being wailed on by a spellsword in the starting form of Berserker fury, five seconds of being unable to deal out the same damage it was receiving, put the odds heavily in the favor of the two mages. He had heard him call the exact amount of time, so when the shackles vanished, he knew he would have the larger aggro, and jumped back, readying his shield for the boar to turn and charge at him. He readied the blade for a thrust. The momentum of the charge, versus the momentum of a thrusted blade, would surely cause even more damage as he waited for the last second to thrust. The shield would take the majority of the damage as the blade thrust forward and pierced through thick layers of flesh. Both he and the boar were starting to hurt, both of them at low health, though he had the advantage with pumping out more DPS the lower his HP was. In fact, even the flame DoT was doing more damage, whittling it down faster. "Don't let up! We've almost got this thing, and then we can count its coin!" He would shout, taking another hit, dropping him to about 15% HP. While that meant he was almost dead, the good news was that just one more hit and he would start pumping out even more damage... Though he hoped it wouldn't have to come to that, that he wouldn't have to cut it THAT close. He was perfectly fine winning without dropping below ten percent. He wasn't sure the exact levels of damage the Heratic was able to put out, but he knew how much the boar was putting out. Two, three hits tops and he would be on his way to the cathedral, and that wasn't a place he wanted to visit until he was at least level 10. Dying to starter enemies just felt like such a waste of existance.


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[Hexell]

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Just a wee bit more and it's dead, they're almost there. He wished that he had a much wider array of skills rather than just these three, but surely, he'll get more as he levels up. Aegis' HP is already low, he'll need to regenerate some before he dies, but even so, he has faith with his skills. It's been a long fight, the boar having a higher HP and stronger attack strength made it a formidable opponent for them who are only level one players.     Yet, with the two of them together, they are capable of keeping up even with this kind of enemy. He then remembered. His skill, Miasma Bullet could deal 25% extra damage and one additional point of Corruption for every second of charging. A maximum casting time of five seconds and a minimum of two would make it have 3 addition seconds granting 75% extra damage and three additional points of Corruption, strong enough to take down the boar at this point.     As Aegis continued fighting the boar, he started charging his skill. Only five seconds, that's all he needs, that short amount of time to finally finish off this tough boar. The small orb of Miasma started getting bigger, reaching twice the size of his fists, five seconds, finally. "Bombs Away!" He exclaimed as he launched the attack. It had hit the boar directly, finally killing it at last.     It exploded into a small pile of loot on the ground. They have also gotten quite an amount of EXP from the boar. It may seem rude to land the finishing blow since Aegis has been the one dealing more damage to the boar, he's the one soaking up all of the damage as well compared to Hexell who hasn't even been hit by the boar. Nevertheless, it was finally over, also, it was Aegis who kind of offered him the alliance, so he has nothing to worry about. He smiled at Aegis as they have been victors of the fight, it was harder than it looks if you're actually the one in the game rather than the one who's just controlling it in the computer. He patted Aegis on the back, making a clank of metal at his armor.     "That's was a good fight, quite exhilarating I must say. We should at least rest for a while. That fight was exhausting." Still, it was just a level 7 monster, what more if they fought a level 10 one? With 9 levels of difference, they would surely be dead in one hit. But someday, someday he'll grow stronger, capable of taking on much stronger opponents, by that time, these boars would surely be an easy kill already.

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[Conchobar]

Something didn't quite feel right to the Sorcerer as the enemy fell. His blade hit the ground as he made an effort to keep himself upright, being positively exhausted. But that wasn't right, his blood was pumping, adrenaline rushing through his veins... He wanted to keep fighting, needed to, almost. But he was reminded of his own health by the blinking in the top-right hand of his vision, indicating how little HP he had left. Breathing heavily, he used his shield to force himself upright, and sheath his blade, with a large smile. "I must say... I think we were lucky, overall, but... that was a good fight." The Wolf Hair admitted through heavy breathing, as he took a few steps to re-position himself and rest against a nearby tree as he tried to gather himself.

It was true that he had done more of the hard work, especially in the department of taking damage, but he had played these games before. He knew how the party roles go. And in the end, the sum was greater than the whole of its parts. Just combining his bulkiness and Hexell's damage wouldn't have made the fight easier, as the theoretical character would have gone down already. The two of them working in tandem meant that they could accomplish more together than apart. It was... It was nice. He looked over at the heratic, and wondered what might have been going through his head? Sure, they both clearly enjoyed the fight, and were both ecstatic with what they had accomplished, two level ones taking out a level seven. That was certainly worth bragging about, but maybe there was more? Conchobar always liked to think he was pretty simple and straight forward, but he was more than aware that there were people who had thought processes in webs so grand that it would make a spider jealous. While he wasn't one to say that one way was better than the other, he always liked his better. Keep things simple, and they'll never fall apart. This wasn't complete fact, as even simple plans could fall apart, but it was more the mentality. The more moving pieces something has, the more likely it is to not work. Take a hammer. It works. But try to create some kind of machine to swing the hammer? Thats when things start to lose efficiency.

"Tell you what... lets try not to fight something so vastly over leveling us, next time, hm? Cut it close there, and I'd rather it be safer fights, next time." He would say after some time to choose his words. But he was smiling. A dark part of his mind wondered if he would have acted differently if his HP dropped below the 10% threshold, and the second stage of the Berserker would trigger. Would he have been so easy to stop? He hadn't considered that kind of thing when he chose the class. Maybe he should have... Conchobar made sure he would pay attention to it, to make sure he didn't do something stupid in the long run, but for now, it was time for rest and recovery. Nothing would aggro them unless they attacked first.



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[Hexell]

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He gave off a smile of satisfaction. It was a great feat for two level 1 players to beat down a level 7 monster. Although to be perfectly honest, it was a lot harder than he imagined. Normally, on games, players tend to slay higher level opponents to gain better loot and more EXP, but it didn't look as hard as they have experienced today. That just proves how much difference there is between games and real life. "Agreed. Alright. We should rest for a while, maybe sit for a bit over there." He went ahead and sat on a boulder, wide enough for both of them to occupy. He watched the boars as they continued their normal daily lives, it was surprisingly calming to watch them run around the grassy fields of the arena, it was just like watching the Wildlife channel on his television back at his home in the real world. It makes him feel homesick somehow. No. He shouldn't feel homesick at all, he shouldn't even think about his life in the real world. His life he is much better now, he shouldn't ask for anything else. His mind is overflowing with thoughts, aching, next thing that happened, his mind blanked out. "Hexell. I came back for you. I'm here to retrieve you now. You can't do anything about it." Everything was dark, there's nothing around him, only darkness, the void. Suddenly, shady figure stepped in from the darkness. It was him, well, it appeared to be him. A silhouette of him appeared in front of him and whispered to his ears in a eerie voice. "Now's your chance. That man's already weak, he has much lower health than you. You can kill him easily and take all the loot for yourself." The eerie voice of the shadowy figure echoed through his head, somehow, this voice sounded familiar. His corruption is kicking in again, much like the first time it did in the library. "What!? Why would I do that!? For once I had a friend, for once I had someone to accept me. And I'll kill him? No! I'd never do such thing." The shadowy figure growled and swiveled to his right, like a gust of wind passing through him. "When will you ever learn? No one would ever accept who you are. Not him. Not your father. No one! And not even yourself!" "No." "You wanted to be stronger right!?" "No!" "Let the corruption seep in! You shouldn't resist!" "NO!" "YOU SHOULDN'T RESIST!" The figure squealed at his ear, leaving him nauseous and disoriented. A bright flash of white light engulfed the darkness, he got back to his senses. Somehow, he stood in front of Aegis with his sword drawn out, raised as if he were to attack him. He dropped his sword by his side, covered his face and fell to his knees. "I-I can't" He said softly. It was another one of those times when he had that happening, second from his first experience in the library. He then heard a whisper to his ears, the same voice as that of the one in the darkness. "You disappoint me, someday, you will truly accept what you are. Someday you would accept me. Someday we would be one."

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[Conchobar]

Aegis closed his eyes as he tried to just relax. There was a certain bloodlust in him, one that wasn't there before. He knew that this was part of the berserker skill, but the fight was over and he needed it to go away. He had an ally to assist him, and that would make grinding not only easier, but would make it more fun, since there was someone to talk to. But he could feel his blood coursing through his veins, like it was sludge. He gripped the hilt of his sword tight in thought as he tried to figure out what to do. 'I may be based on the Ulfhednar, but that doesn't mean I need to act like one... And they weren't even mindless! They fought with the ferocity of wolves but they were people, and they were known for their tactics! I can't... I can't just start fighting stupidly for no purpose but to fight." He told himself, though putting forth so much restraint that he would visibly have veins bulging out of his forehead, his entire face beet red in the process.

"No, calm down. You need to relax. The fight is over, you'll die if you fight anyone else." He tried telling himself, but when he said the word 'fight' it felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. what was he supposed to do? Should he kill one more thing? Just a slime, they wouldn't be that hard, he could probably beat it before it knew what would happened... It wouldn't be a big deal, just one more fight, just one more kill, and he would be satisfied. Without even thinking about it, he drew his blade, it bursting into flames as soon as it hit air, pulling it up and holding it into his hands, watching the flames dance. One more. That was all. Not a big deal. One more kill. But where? There wasn't anything to kill. The boar were too far away to bother with, and there wasn't any slime that had gathered... all there was around him was hexell. The one who not only was completely unscathed that fight, but also the one that got the killing blow. He stole the kill from him. He was the reason he wasn't satisfied.

There seemed to be something strange with Hexell too. Was he planning on betraying him? That would seem his type. He may be low on HP, but unlike the Boar, they were both level one, and he was the one with heavy armor. He could probably take more harm than the mage in cloth... Conchobar's eyes were practically bulging as he turned to look at the Heratic. The next thing he knew, both of them had their swords outwards, his blazing one clanging against the Heratic's... And then something changed. Before he could make any forward progress, it seemed like they both realized what they were about to do. Hexell would be the first to drop his sword, and him doing so would help Conchobar realize what he was about to do. Was that the way of a King? Strike down a former ally? No... What was he doing? He closed his eyes in frustration and swung his sword to the side hard, cancelling the flame enchantment, and sheathing the blade with enough force to be heard for quite a distance.

"I'm... Sorry." He said, rubbing his face with both hands as he tried to calm himself. Maybe part of it was a result of him recovering HP in that time, maybe it was pure willpower, but much to his own chagrin, he didn't know. He wanted to believe that it was a result of him overcoming himself, of him being better than his subclass... but he couldn't say for certain. He took a deep breath as he looked up at the sky. "Something tells me... we're going to need to be more careful in this world... than we initially thought." The next thing he knew, he slumped onto the ground, knees bent, and his forearms resting on his knees. This was a lot more stressful than he ever would have thought. Who would have thought that his subclass would have forcibly changed his personality? He wasn't violent, at least, not towards other people. He didn't mind fighting monsters, but another player? Another adventurer? No, this was wrong. He couldn't let this happen again. He WOULD control himself. He was Conchobar Aegis. He was to be a king. He was going to rule a country to himself and he wasn't going to be controlled by bloodlust!


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[Hexell]

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"It won't be far from now." The voice started to fade as he slowly stood up. He can't even process his thoughts on what just happened. He did that without his knowledge, the corruption took over his body. But what happened to Aegis? Why did he suddenly attacked him? Was it just self defense? No. He did it on purpose. They swung their blades at the same time, he wanted him dead. Why? Was it because he's a Heretic? He can't believe it, what the shadowy figure just said was true, no one would truly accept who he was. He even looked nice and all, but still, still he was like the rest. His heart started pounding harder, beating faster. Anger and sadness is enveloping his heart. Slowly, he got nauseous. "I've told you, you didn't listen." He slowly backed away from Aegis after retrieving his own sword, "I-I didn't... I-" He started running away before anything else happens. His head is aching, mind troubled, he wanted to be alone for now. "Just accept it." The voices inside his head is intensifying once more, whispering more suggestive phrases at him, trying to make him do evil things. What kind of situation has he led himself into. "Only if you listened." He ran off, exiting the arena, reaching the grassy fields. "Make it stop!" He fell down in the grass, he groaned and squealed as he jerked violently on the ground, flailing his arms and legs as he continuously banged his head to the soil. "MAKE IT STOP!" "No one would ever accept you." He started pulling his hair, he's loosing control. He can't take it anymore. "You can't change your fate." His head is aching badly, the pain is unbearable, he'll faint in no time. "STOP!" He struggled trying to stand, his eyes are twitching, his body is jerking, after a few moments of standing, he would just fall back down again. "You can't change who you are." He started slamming his fists into the ground, squealing and wailing louder and louder. "Stop resisting." "STOP! Stop stop stop stop stop!" This was even worse than what he first experienced, his corruption is worsening, it can't be stopped. He started laughing maniacally as he wailed, still jerking violently as he lay on the ground. Truly, he has gone completely mad. "Yes. Just let it be. Let the corruption seep in. Yes." His seizure stopped, but his laughter didn't. Finally, his battle with himself is over. He's a Heretic, meant to cause death and destruction, tainting people's souls bringing them closer into madness, he's a Heretic. "You're a Heretic." "Start accepting." "I'm a Heretic." he whispered, a deeper voice overlapping his, the combination of his voice and the shadowy figure's. He finally gave in, accepting the fate he was given, accepted his role as a Heretic. The corruption did it's job, finally bringing Hexell into madness. His true evil nature finally emerged, this is a brand new start for him. A brand new life in his brand new life. Afterwards, he continued laughing as he walked along the grassy fields. "I'm a Heretic."

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[Conchobar]

Conchobar found himself unable to move when he first started running. Had he really done that? Did he really just almost attack his only ally? This wasn't good. He needed to be able to control his own berserker rage, else he might do something really bad in the future. By the time he had gained control over his own body, hexell was almost out of sight. "Wait!" He called out, starting to run after him, a fair amount of terror in his heart as he tried to catch up, but even so, in his heavy armor, he was slower than the Heretic. This wasn't good. He needed to explain himself, apologize for losing control. Even if Hexell didn't forgive him for it, he would at least have made the attempt! He had to try, he had to attempt to make things right!

He saw in the corner of his vision that the mage had left the area, and so he at least had an idea where he was running to. The sorcerer altered his course to compensate for it, until he found the glowing silhouette of a doorway that indicated the Zone Change. He practically tackled it as he was transitioned to the next area. Here, he saw that Hexell hadn't kept running, but instead was on his knees, at least for a moment, standing before proclaiming that he was a Heratic. Thought wasn't with him as he found himself speaking before he realized what he was saying.

"No, you're not the Heratic, I am." He shouted at him as he started walking away, sure that he was previously unaware that he had came through the zone door. "What kind of an honorable man turns his sword against an ally who had done nothing but help him." He proclaimed to him, fists clenched in anger, but an anger directed at nobody but himself. "I... I can't explain what I did. I don't understand it myself. I think... Triggering the Berserker rage ability of my subclass changed me. Clouded my thoughts and made me act without reason." He continued, almost feeling as though he wasn't worthy of looking directly at him. "I am a man who turned on a friend because I couldn't control myself. I can't... I can't expect you to forgive me, but I must ask nonetheless. Understand it wasn't my intention to attack, I just... I need to learn more control over my berserker subclass, as now I fear it, and I fear I may hurt those who are supposed to be my friends." He had explained himself the best he could, but that didn't mean he was sure that Hexell would forgive him. He was, in fact, relatively sure that he wouldn't. But he had to try, and he had.

Finally, he looked up at the mage who he had betrayed, unaware of the actual circumstances of the conflict. Perhaps things would be different if Hexell had known his own corrution had driven him to attack, and that Conchobar was aware that they drew their blades at the same time, not him making the first strike. Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't, they wouldn't really knows, though. And such was the problem with life and reliance on the mind, as it often meant that things could be too easily distorted and misremembered.

[Hexell]

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He stopped walking after hearing the voice. "Look who's back." He said in a cold, menacing voice, tilting his head as he turned around to face Aegis. He clenched his fists, though covered by his mask, he grinned. "You see this man? Now. Can you kill him?" He looked down and laughed softly, slowly raising his head afterwards. "I'd love to." He sighed as he stretched his arms, eyeing down Aegis as he talked. How pathetic, saying sorry for your actions are simply done by the weak. Using your subclass as an excuse is done by the cowards. He licked his lips and got closer to Aegis, laying his hands down on his armored shoulder. He needs no further explanations. "You know, it's perfectly fine." He bowed his head and laughed softly, again with the cold tone to his voice. The voice inside his head laughed in unison.     Is this really him talking? Has he completely lost his mind? Finally, he realized, that the only way to live on this world is to destroy anything in your path, and use those who would be of use, just to dispatch them later on. "This would be easy." Before, he would probably forgive Aegis easily, reforming their friendship once more. But now, now he has changed. He would never trust anyone anymore, the only one to trust here is himself. He'll never accept any apologies now. "Don't even bother to apologize, I'm telling you, it's all fine." He said sarcastically, with a short snicker afterwards.  "'Cause I'd be glad to have a little challenge before killing you at least."     "Yes! Hahaha!." The voice inside his head laughed. He jolted backwards, casting the skill, Shackles of the Sentence while he was in mid air. He laughed maniacally as he started casting his other skill, Miasma bullet. "Five seconds. Do you still remember? Hahaha! Heeheehee!" He fired the ball of of miasma straight at Aegis, after another second, the chains created by the Shackles of the Sentenced dispersed into the air.      "You think something changed you? Can't control yourself? Oh please. You don't even know what I've gone through!" He said as he started to swiftly maneuver around the fields, laughing maniacally as he did, trying to avoid getting hit if Aegis ever decides to attack back. "I don't really care who raised the sword first. All I care about is my mistake of not killing you before when I had the chance!" He shouted, hysterically laughing as he swiveled back and forth at the fields.  "How fun! Isn't this fun!?" "Hehe. I know right! So this is what I've been missing out all along!"

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