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[Empyrean]

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[attr="class","container"]It was the hunting season. Winter was soon to be, and people needed to stock up on food and the like for when there weren't any days left to get food. Empyrean didn't partake in the seasonal ventures his classmates had back in Germany -- he was quite ambivalent to it all, despite having a sharp eye for that sort of thing.

Regardless -- now it seemed that he would have to get over that in favor of finishing this request for a Lander. A deer hunt -- specifically, elks. Those ones with the massive horns, dumb-looking faces, dopey eyes, and thick coats that could more than likely resist a weakly-shot arrow.

Empyrean didn't have any ranged weaponry of his own make. That was subject to change over time, as he planned to create his own weaponry when the time came possible. But for now, he had to deal with a shoddy flintlock rifle -- the likes of which almost made him irritated to have to use, considering he felt that he could make better guns on his own accord. But regardless, with a knife shoved in his belt, and paper cartridges lining his pockets, he was feeling that he might be all right on this quest.

He had seen that a few others had taken up assisting the man as well, and while he hadn't spoken to any of them, meeting up with them was inevitable. So, at the threshhold of the forest, on the treeline, he waited. He was so still and quiet that he might as well have blended into the background, but regardless of that, he perked up once he saw others headed this way.

With most of his body covered in grey cloth armor, bits of faded leather hidden underneath it all, he could have easily been taken as a pretty odd-looking fellow. That is, if people were to use the standards of where they used to live. In the Unfounded Kingdom, garb like his wasn't uncommon -- in fact, his starting equipment was the same as plenty.

Regardless of whatever reactions that they might have had to him coming up to them with a rifle held in front of him -- he was messing with the trigger assembly and trying to make it a smoother pull -- he pointed back into the forest with a thumb over his shoulder. He stared them down with a single grey eye on his left, the other covered by both hair and a hood. In a very quiet, but stern voice, he spoke as if to make things clear about how he wanted things to go.

❝I am going into that forest to kill moose. If you two have that very same goal, then I think it would be best to have you two act as bait while I shoot the things. Do you agree with that?❞

[attr="class","info"]HP100% | MP100% | n/a

[attr="class","info"]WC472 | syndic calls | Nisha, Kaytina

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[Nisha]

Nisha did not much care for hunting, but she had been asked by a friend to help people around here. Naturally she owed someone a favor and since they knew that Nisha was a walking disaster sometimes, one of the reasons, she owed so many favors to people, they had her do things away from themself to make sure she could not bring things in disarray, ask uncomfortable questions, say the truth without holding back or have her tails flail about for extra damage against anything that could break. Nisha had decided to borrow a coat before heading out after she had heard the details from the lander. Hunting deer, huh? Nisha had nothing against it, even though she doubted her bow would be much help, it was so powerful it basically tore lower level monster or animals apart with great force. Or well, players too. Not that she used it often for that, but she sometimes did in duels or when helping someone out, or when she had incited someone to attack her. She was still getting used to the bow, but thought it was definitely a nice addition to her arsenal. Once she got more skills for it she could even use it as a main weapon. Not that she needed to since she could swap instantaneously to her katana and raze the enemy with her samurai skills. Not all of them were bow enabled, so they were still used in greater efficiency with a sword, even though history had shown otherwise. Samurai actually being warriors proud of their bows and using their swords more for ceremony and last ditch effort.

As she thought so, she slowly walked up to the person who was already waiting for her to arrive, apparently he had a ranged weapon and would use it too. It was just as she had expected, this way they would be able to easily harvest the deer and feed the landers, who slowly were gaining more and more personality and also more and more needs. Which was good for adventurers, but bad for them once all the adventurers were leaving for areas with greater monsters and even the last had leveled up enough to leave the starting areas behind... Well, or at least not many would still come. Nisha always found her back at the starting point of her journey, helping people leveling up and miscellaneous other things. Anti PK, taking care to become friendly with the lower leveled ones and just supporting people. Just thinking about how she was now would have made her former self shake her head. But she had met so many good people that PKing itself became something she did not really enjoy anymore and got bored of soon enough. "Sounds good to me, do you mind if we get inside the forest? I think the wind is picking up and it would be advisable to look for shelter in between the trees, also it should make it easier to become invisible since the wind howling should drown out at least some of our footsteps. By the way, my name is Nisha, how about you?" She asked bubbly and happily. Sure, she was cold and all, but she was meeting new people and that was her raison d etre at the moment. Seeing and experiencing new things. Gathering unique things, but for the moment, she prioritized the getting stronger and seeing new things which were kind of connected. From her facial features aside from her long canines, her fox ears were hidden under the hood of the coat, but her taisl were waving freely and radiating quite some warmth and looked like the most fluffy bed.

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Tags: Kaytina Empyrean
Weapons: Nishan(Scar), Intermediary grimoire, Bow of the morning star
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake), Ring of morning, Ring of resting in the sun

[Empyrean]

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[attr="class","container"]Night would be upon them sooner than their job would be done. It came to him that the benign treatment with which the forest had received them would vanish the instant the moon beamed its light over the horizon. There was not any desire within him to harry his party member to hurry, and yet they would suffer for it if they did not.

He spoke moderately, ❝I think it would be quite wise on our part to make haste. There is danger to be found in the night. Such that threatens one's person the deeper they are enveloped.❞

That went double for a forest. Were the world not one where freaks of nature entrenched themselves the realm over, his disposition on them might have been different. Perhaps he would find himself not tucking a gun into his shoulder, but a girlfriend's. Such an idea was doubtful at present. Not enough hours in the day to manage monsters and a lover at the same time.

❝My username,❞ he mentioned while beginning to jog into the forest, rifle held in a single hand. ❝Is listed as Empyrean.❞

Pleasantries no longer needing to be exchanged, there was silence on his end. Words were peculiar, and in a sense that made him rue their use. When valid criticisms were stifled by ignorance, he found that it was better to play the observer. Live and let live -- and yet, it was loathesome of himself to act as a bystander. But what else was there to do? No man can stand against the world and win.

He ran. Stamina had become a resource that never neared depletion given that he utilized it to the point of exploitation. It came as a pleasure, making full use of this body that wasn't his own, feeling like the soldier he had never been. Whatever opinions he held on the world, this was one he held with pride.

[attr="class","info"]HP100% | MP100% | n/a

[attr="class","info"]WC319 | all in the waiting | Nisha

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