Last call for Grind Party [Open]

[Malakath Grimm]

Malakath was walking towards the entrance to the Windsor forest from Londinium. Almost the entire time he was calling out rather violently "Level 1 heretic seeking grinding party. Low or high levels welcome for mentoring!" It was odd for him. He hadn't died yet but he feared doing so massively, there were rumours in the town he refused to leave just yet that you lose your memories of the other world when you die. Others that you lose levels which Malakath couldn't do at level one. He could just disappear from existance entirely without a trace. Or wake up in a cathedral, he didn't know and was scared to find out. So he resorted to this as a tactic.



Turning a corner and heading closer to the gate. He repeated himself in the same massive volume "Level 1 heretic seeking grinding party. Low or high levels welcome for mentoring!". Malakath was straining his voice, almost to the pointwhere you could hear a raspy growl when he breathed. He turned another corner and was about to repeat himself when a brute guardian of level Sixty three pushed him to the ground. "Look kid, real cute you wanna get tougher but sadly you just aint the right material for anyone, noone needs a guy who ends up making his team go insane while he heals em! Got it!". The man and his 3 friends all started laughing at Malakath who got up and carried on walking around the corner.



The big idiot was right, this Corruption that his class just threw at everything was a huge impact, especially since before the game became this nightmare you actively tried to get it as high as possible. But now ... Malakath wanted to try and keep everyone around but very sane at the same time. He had to, there was no work around for becoming a good player if you couldn't maximise the corruption of someone. Sighing he began saying "Level 1 heretic seeking anyone for help... Low or high levels welcome for mentoring or friendship ...".



Malakath was originally a solo player but still friended people from time to time in case he just wanted to talk to someone. Sadly hoever it seemed lately he was a little short on friends. Even People of the Land didn't want to associate with him and the priest People of the Land actively told him to leave the cathedral, the place where good souls receive healing. Malakath reached the entrance during his flashback and felt many eyes watching him leaving, both Lander and Adventurer alike. In fact it almost felt like the first time he left his first school in the sense that everyone was stood watching him, noone telling him to stay. Everyone just waiting for the moment all the doors closed to cheer for his final departure.



He fell to his knees and tears began to well in his eyes. His black and red simple robe being used as a hankie at this point to mop up tears. Why was he so weak. "Why does noone like me. They don't know me, they even think they know this class but no. Corruption is not necessarily something to be feared, too much of it is but it's a long way to stage 3. Why must those who have no understanding find meaning in fear. Why can't they find meaning in the facts about situations instead of everything else ..." He trailed off and then stayed there for a moment, maybe 2 minutes before standing back up and screaming into the sky "Very desperate level 1 heretic seeking grinding party and potential friends!!! Low or high levels welcome for mentoring! or sharing experiences!!!"

Word Count: 614
Tags: Vai , Shiranui

[Vai]

Vai heard over and over again that someone was ‘looking for a party.’ Everytime he heard the shout, he would open his eyes and frantically look around before shutting them again. Where was that coming from? He asked himself, before listening for it again. This time, he followed the sound, expecting a poor soul that required assistance. He had never heard of this Heretic class, despite being a Warden and designed to completely beat it. At character creation, Maia chose Warden for him, mostly cause it sounded pretty neat, which was why Vai even agreed. Eventually Vai heard the same phrase repeated for a third time, opened his eyes and saw a man; he was tall and lithe with rather large... ears? Those were ears. They reminded him of Sayha’s ears, which he thought had to be rather abnormal. He was also wearing the same clothing that many of the more caster based people were wearing as they walked around. He’s new to this kind of thing, just like me. Maybe I should take up his offer of... he watched the man get knocked to the ground by a larger man in full plate armor. Vai closed his eyes, and could imagine what the rest of the scene looked like as he began walking towards them, staying at the edge of the crowd along the road to avoid anyone running into him. He was close enough to hear that the guardian was talking, and that his tone seemed rather annoyed at the fact the man was asking for a party.

Know what, I’ll party with him. Vai didn’t know what he was potentially getting himself into as he began walking towards the Heretic. It took him a little bit to reach him, due to the crowd being so packed as people walked the direction opposite of the man on the ground. Hearing him twice, Vai became more and more determined to group up with this pour soul. By the time Vai had reached him, the Heretic had fallen to his knees and was borderline crying. This stopped Vai, as he could recognize the near sobbing in the man’s voice. Opening his eyes, he walked forward. He couldn’t hear Malakath’s small rant, but he could certainly hear about how desperate he was.

“Hey, I’ll join you.” Vai tapped the man on his left shoulder, then walked around his left and offered him a hand to help him stand up. “I don’t really understand why nobody will party with you, but hey, perhaps I can help Name’s Vai, but you can call me Matt if you wish.” If the man Vai was talking to would look to see who he was, his eyes would be closed and he would have a warm smile.

Words: 461
Tags: Malakath Grimm,
Notes: Vai is currently in Trebuchet Engine, canceling the miasma reducing effects of his Purity Core, and causing his armor to be more sleek in shape. He can also fire a laser as an auto attack once every 5 seconds.
Corruption: 0

[Shiranui]

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made by Shira

[attr="class","tempy3"][attr="class","shishicroll"]Sometimes Shira wished that the people who put them in this game at least let them keep their phones. The only alternative choices for amusement were books and live music. Beating monsters up for loot was just work- repetitive work, at that. Oh what she would have given for a nice occasional game on her phone. One day, it will be successfully replicated or they leave the game. Either option sounded implausible at the moment. Fortunately, the magic of digital bodies included eternal youth, making the former somewhat realistically feasible. How great would it be to play an MMO while inside an MMO?

Speaking of games, what would Elder Tale be without the people spamming [General] chat with advertisement and requests? Much like any MMO, people would be hard-pressed to not be progressing. With the way this person was doing it, it might as well have been [World] chat. Poor guy; he was having an existential crisis of sorts. Several crises, even. He’s going to pop a vocal cord or two, jeez. There was a subconscious part of her that wanted to ignore it: a product of playing MMOs for a long time. Those have simply been in text format for the longest time but actually hearing their voices was definitely… peculiar.

Her peaceful tea time, interrupted by the loud self-deprecating spiel, toned down its enjoyment levels for a small bit. Uzume, who was napping at her heels, curled into a small furball of pompous attitude, woke up annoyed. Unlike her master, she was not afraid to express her distaste. Try hard as she might to repress the urge to scold the stranger as loudly as she could, she couldn’t keep her rows of sharp teeth show themselves. A low growl escaped her snout. How could such a cute little thing be so edgy.

“Do you know what, Uzume? I think it’s time you learned to be nicer to other people. I’ll give you a treat, if you do it,” cooed Shira. This time the growl was turned onto her; Uzume clearly wanted nothing to do with those undesirables.

“Oh come on, not even for one Scooby snack?” she teased. Uzume playfully snapped at her hand, almost pleadingly trying to say “no.” She hated the word Scooby for some reason. Shira never figured out why, but Uzume was more cat than dog even though she was part fox.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you two apples. One for attempting this and one after this is all done, alright?” The temptation of not one but two delicious treats was almost too good to be true. The catch was that she had to be nice to other people. She knew some were alright but only because she grew up raised by them. Why would I need anyone else if I have Shira?

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Vai Malakath Grimm
Pick a few Pikachu, make six Pikachu

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