Quelling the Howling Blizzard! [open event]

[Hirosame]

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Too much noise going on. So much fighting, and Hiro happened to miss at least 100% of it, until now. Something about a rare boss that spawned, so much so that people flocked to the area in order to smack it a few times. Turns out that not only did something like 500,000 people showed up to fight it, which would have very easily killed just based on their numbers and how much fighting was likely happening. However, as fate would have it, the monster itself wasn't even a real thing, and the people who had decided to fight it only smashed a facade of what it could have been, revealing something like a dungeon. Well, maybe it's a cave. Then again, it could be only a model, something akin to how a cave would actually look, though not exactly a cave or dungeon at all. He recalled some kinds of fighting in dungeons like this way back in other MMO's, thinking fondly of healing, tanking, and DPSing them at different times. However, that was neither here nor there. What mattered now was the fact that there was a choice or two to be made. But, there was just one thing confusing about all of this.

This was all probably a dream. Given that so many people were in one place, let alone how solo-styled most people have been that Hiro had encountered, it didn't seem right to see all the sorts of people here to be working together or something like that. However, there wasn't really much else to describe why everybody else would be here anyways, except for the fact that with all the people being here, their faces all started to bleed together and blur. Hiro shook his head a little bit, feeling something weird in his mind. Maybe he was tired, even in his own dreams. Could be that he had been working too hard on those odd-jobs to pay for the station at Paddington. Either way, though, the feeling remained for a little bit, before going away. People were still blurred, and the only things he could rightfully see was the cavern surrounding them. That, and for some reason, an image of the Amaterasu that he had befriended long, long ago. He looked at it, as though a clear line had been cut through the people, as her glowing form stared at him. Hiro's eyes widened a bit, looking at the creature as she faced him. Eventually, though, he could feel his vision outside of the Amaterasu fade.

His eyes had locked onto the friend he had made, who had given up her life to save those of her own kind, and him. Her power still resided within him and in this world, as she had bestowed upon him and all Monks the power to manifest her flames around themselves. The skill, known as [Hellfire Drive], was spread across the forest, and would allow all who seek its power to attempt to master it. A difficult task, as her guiding light resided within it, to judge whether or not the would-be owner was worthy of it or not. Even still, their gaze was locked, as the rest of the world outside of Hiro's direct vision seemed to fade away. Soon enough, he heard a voice ring through his head, unsure of what to make of it for the moment. It was inaudible, though he could hear it. Perhaps he just didn't register the words in his mind? As if to break him out of his trance, the creature soon turned around to start walking down one of the passages.

He felt his heart waver a little, as he still hadn't felt that he properly thanked the spirit for what she had done for the world. But, his body refused to move, despite his desperate pleas within the confines of his mind. He watched as the monster's form began to disappear down the tunnel straight ahead, what would be known as Route A. His body was still keeping him from moving, as though he had been locked in place, and his vision began to fade even further, until he heard another familiar voice. He could see clearly once again, looking down the path, as the echoing voice had made note of one of his friends. Upon looking further down the corridor, he could see the stalwart Guardian and the powerful Sorceress down the way. He could move again, as he started to dash down the hallway towards the two. Freedom of motion having returned to him now, he continued down the hallway until he was a decent enough distance behind the other two. He was about to call out, when his mind shifted back to just a few moments before. He looked around quickly to see if he could find the Amaterasu, having no such luck. As his mind refocused on the two, he smiled. "Hey, guys." Hiro said, walking the rest of the way up to them.

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∝: 833
♫: Smooth Dream
✏: Chose Route A.
@: @0x1dea , @sugarygiggles

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[Mikoto]

Her assumption about the cur, rather what she had hoped was true, had been correct. Just another beast that the programers had stupidly named "Fenrir" but hadn't bothered to make viscious enough to live up to its name sake. What could one do?

Easing Bedwyr forward into the cave as the beast went into its death throughs She carefully kept her steed out of the way of its thrashing limbs and maw. No need to get oneself killed at the end because they got too close during the death animation. Then the cave sealed itself shut...

Turning Bedwyr about she looks at the mass of rock, snow and ice. Not like they'd be getting out that way any time soon. Looking deeper into the cave Mikoto pondered for a moment as one of the several assassin's wandered off down one path. With that one covered Mikoto took a moment to assess the others. She couldn't see very far into one of them but the other appeared to be a more straight shot. And while that was nice it was likely that said area would likely provide the largest concentration of enemies and thus see the need of an armored forward. While there were plenty of them this event, a rare case in the broader scheme of things, she had one thing they all didn't. Her own back up.

Slipping from the broad back of her trusty steed she rubs him soothingly before turning her bloodied spear into rapier it actually was. Starting off Bedwyr lagged just slightly behind as if being lead by reins and bridle. A snort and a shake as he walked displayed his displeasure in their present situation. "Yr wyf yn gwybod ... Nid wyf yn poeni amdano lawer chwaith," she cooed to her big baby of a steed. In combat he was fearsome and brave. Everywhere else he was a regular horse. Easily bothered by the things it couldn't control. Not caring much for being around a group of people, save for a few he didn't know.

Hopefully the group would have the sense to spread out between the three paths. Hopefully everyone was of equal reliability and skill. Hopefully she'd get people she knew or people that were all business. 


"Oxford!" A female voice called out. Followed shortly by a "Hey guys,"from a masculine voice. And just like that her hopes for a quiet walk were destroyed.

tag | 402 | woo... dungeons.

I feel a chill in my heart

[Capsule]

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"Mortals. Your nightmare has only just begun!"

"…Eh?" The Enchantress had fully expected a great reverberation, a flash of bright light, searing pain, etc., to take place. Not this… Somehow, hearing the supposedly dead wolf speak and proclaim doom spooked her more than getting geeked. Carefully, she lifted her head and focused her eyes on the source of the voice. All she saw were her fellow Adventurers, and the corpse of the legendary wolf. What now?

«Pah! Be having not of the fear, likkle one. Volk is sleeping with fishies now.» The bear was gesticulating and speaking in a reassuring tone, and Capsule had no other choice than to believe what her eyes saw and what he said.

«Mm. People are pairing off and leaving, too. It looks we have a lot of unfinished business to attend to.» She rose to her feet, gazing impassively through the crystalized remains of the wolf. Their entrance was blocked, thanks to a cave in. That meant there was nowhere to go but forward, and for that there were several choices.

Her Magic Light floated ahead of her, illuminating three separate paths. The first was a straight line, the second winding and mysterious, and the third… The third led to a cliff. Capsule suspected the first path of being treacherous, and was not keen on rock climbing. That left the second path, of which she saw little of its terrain. It could loop around to an even larger pit, for all she knew. «I am choosing the middle road; Team Sweden.»

Aleksei merely grunted, and began to shuffle off to Route B on all fours. Capsule followed alongside him, keenly aware of how tall he was, even at half height. She had still not fully adjusted to being short again.

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∝: 296
♫: Ultraviolence
✏: Short exit post.
@: Empyrean & Akira

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[Verin]

Seeing Black and Red words: 327. tag: Capsule , Empyrean , Akira . notes: Yea Dungeon! Waking up Verin found himself in a pile of snow in an unknown cave, not knowing how he had gotten there. Pricking his ears upwards Verin noticed that there were no monsters about, nor people, which perplexed him so as he got up from the bank of snow he grabbed at the handle of his long sword. Fully up Verin scanned the immediate vicinity but when he saw that nothing but the corridor on the other end of the cold and frosted over room. Still confused as to how he had gotten to the room Verin decided that before moving any farther he should try and remember anything that could explain how he got there. Trying to look back at his memories the last one that bubbled forth was him walking into his house, but after that everything was blank until Verin had awoken here. Deciding know wasn't the time to think about it Verin proceeded to make his way to the corridor as no other exit seemed to be in existence at that moment. It only took a little bit of walking after entering into the corridor that Verin reached a split in the path were the one on the left went completely straight while the one went to the right split off again into two different paths that could be seen. Following his gut feeling Verin went with the right pathway and once reaching the second split he decided to go to the left. Immediately after entering what Verin labeled Corridor B he noticed that the path was winding like a snake and soon found finally another person. The person was a red haired Adventurer, or at least Verin guessed the being was, who was accompanied by a massive bear which threw Verin somewhat for a loop, but after regaining composure Verin walked up to the Adventurer and said, "Hello I am Verin, um I don't know where the heck I am but do you?"

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[Akira]

Akira laid in the snow covered ice cave and watched in awe as she saw all of the other adventurers attack Fenrir. It was amazing to watch. The flying kraken was pretty funny to see too. Akira continued to watch as she scooted backwards in the snow in hopes of possibly recovering her huge damage hit which had brought her HP to a lousy 62% but it was good considering the fact that earlier when she had tried to do some damage to Fenrir he had swatted her away and she went flying past a lot of other adventurers. Akira stopped scouting the snow and just kind of sat there watching. She didn’t notice anyone come up towards her until a guy with shaggy brown hair and dull green eyes offered a hand to her in order to help her get up. Akira graciously took it and smiled as he helped her up. She grinned wide and dazzling at the boy as he healed her. “ Thanks very much!” she said. After that the boy went running off to probably help other players. Akira sort of stood there looking like a dufus not really sure what to do for about five minutes until it occurred to her to look through her skills to see which would be good to use at Fenrir now that she was on the ground and didn’t feel like climbing up the damned tree again. As Akira looked through her skills and tried to work out a plan Fenrir had apparently been killed because Akira had only looked up when she heard a loud booming voice say,”Mortals. Your nightmare has only just begun!"



Akira frowned as soon as she heard that and looked up to see that Fenrir had disappeared which only could’ve meant that Fenrir had been killed. It was exactly at that point that everything went black. When she came to Akira looked around and the cave was completely deserted of any people at all. The only way she was able to tell that there had been people was the fact that the snow was all out of place and also that there were a lot of random weapons on the ground that others must’ve left behind or something.



Akira slowly stood up and looked around to see what exactly what was going on with the cave. Maybe everyone already left?  However, to Akira’s surprise the cave had been caved in. What the hell? Akira looked around some more and discovered three exits. She deemed to call them Corridor A, B, and C. Corridor B was the middle exit and Akira opted to take that one making a beeline for it. By beeline it meant that Akira was running towards corridor B and quickly reached and continued on through the tunnel until she came to a second room that appeared have lots and lots of ice pillars. Oh joy. Akira looked around and saw two players together. One was someone with long red hair and the other was someone who surprisingly also had red except theirs was short red hair instead of long red hair. Akira put a smile on her face and bounded up to them. As soon as she reached them Akira made a quick bow towards both of them and continued smiling while doing so before saying,” Hello! My name is Akira! Any idea what’s going on here? Wanna team up for it?”



Word count: 578  x 1.1 = 579.1
Subtotal: 579.1 + 1,336.2 = 1,915.3
Tags: Capsule Verin Empyrean  
Notes: Idek what i even wrote but uh enjoy i guess

[Icyferno]

Status: Fine / Rested

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As the fight dragged on, Icyferno noticed some darkened patches in the pure white snow. Upon closer examination, he discovered that they were the unconscious bodies of Adventurers! Their health bar was full, which meant they had yet to be killed, which basically meant that they were transported here as well... but have yet to awaken to the reality of their situation. He wondered whether they would wake if [Fenrir] accidentally stepped on them. Probably instant death, he reasoned. He estimated that [Fenrir] would be heavier than a truck full of metal landing on top of you if you were so unfortunate as to get caught under its paws. He did not want to find out if he was right or wrong.

As [Fenrir]'s health bar was depleted, it slowly began to retreat under the onslaught of attacks, forcing the flanking units to circumvent [Fenrir] and rejoin the front lines to rain death upon its white hide which was now dyed with blood. As they steadily gained ground, he noticed that the purple flamed pumpkin was looking at a random magic light in the shape of a sootball which floated around the drug dealer. As the sootball made funny faces at it, the pumpkin returned with a faceful of cackles. He almost forgot that all the pumpkin summon could do was cackle. He wondered if it could say something. Probably not. He wondered what it would say though.

It would probably just continue cackling at the funny faces anyway.

And just as he was about to return his attention to the fight, it happened.

The cackling stopped.

He widened his eyes in surprise, then turned around, taking his attention off the wolf again, and saw a pure black buckler, something he had ordered, lodged firmly into the pumpkin's face, which was now cracked and all broken. How did it get here? Looking up, he saw the fading figure of the crafter. Looking down, he saw the dying face of a pumpkin which only wanted to laugh in the only way it knew how. When he removed the buckler from the pumpkin, he knew that it could not saved, since it had no health bar to heal. As the battle ended behind him, the pumpkin made one final, painful grin, then the fires of laughter faded, and the pumpkin was no more, the shell it inhabited fading, leaving behind a silent purple fire.

As he stood up to face [Fenrir] with a heavy heart and a bone buckler in hand, the legendary wolf gave out one final howl, and finally spoke. It roared something about this being just the beginning, then its body shattered into shiny ice crystals which touched the walls behind them.

Then the whole thing collapsed. Great. Now they were stuck in a cave. Maybe [Call of Home] would still work? He tested it out, but to no avail. Seems this was considered a dungeon area of sorts. That [Fenrir] really planned this out. It probably was not even going all out against them.

So what could they do now? There were three paths to take. It seems some people have already labelled them A, B, and C, from left to right. Some people were checking out the tunnels, so he was inclined to wait since there were also some people doing so. As he looked at the vagabond group of Adventurers that were also rounded up from their precious sleep, he noticed that everyone from the old group that made it to the last hall in the Purple Mirror Mansion were here. He subconsiously inched away from the glutton.

Anyway, initial scout reports indicate that route A was an open space, route B was jumping heaven, route C was the cliffhanger. Once people knew what lay beyond, they began to group up, probably with people they already knew, splitting up the initial huge mass of Adventurers into smaller, more manageable groups.

Oh crap, he had no friends.

Once the initial groupings were done, he simply zoomed in on the group with the smallest number of people, the one with the Kraken as his best friend and some Assassin he did not know. Apparently, they were going down the cliffhanger route to C the sea.

K. Group found. Time to be just follow and hope no one asked too many questions.

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Total word count (Swashbuckler): ( 1931 + 590 + 514 + 723 ) x 1.1 = 4133.8
Notes: Group C.

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Kat blinked as she awoke from her slumber. "What." she muttered flatly as she shivered from the cool air. This... made no sense. She was almost certain that she fell asleep in her room in the Cathedral, not in the middle of some dark cave. Pushing herself off the ground, she started to look around the cold area she found herself in. There... was quite a bit of snow, but that was it's only real distinguishing feature. Kat sighed. 'How in the name of all that is holy did I get into this mess?' she thought. Had she picked a fight with a evil PKing guild? No... Had she been drugged after witnessing a murder? No... Had she had a minor freakout and gotten completely wasted on alcohol? Well, yes, but that was only that one time, and she didn't think that was related to this event at all. 'How did this happen? I mean, all I did was fall asleep-'

She froze. Oh. Oh. Of course. How did she not think about this sooner? The wolf. Kat had heard some of the Landers around Londinium talking about it before. A brilliant white wolf that would come and attack naughty children in their dreams. Kat had dismissed it as just a fanciful tale used to scare little children, not unlike the tales of the bogeyman back in the world that came before. Honestly, she still didn't really believe it, but what other explanation was there? She was kidnapped and placed in a cave with no one around? It didn't make sense. If she was dreaming, well, that would definitely explain the rather odd situation. But still, this... didn't feel like a dream. It felt real. Kat just chalked it up to magic. She still didn't know the full extents of magic in this world; she supposed that it wasn't too unlikely that placing someone into a hyper-realistic dream was something magic could do. Kat froze. 'But wait... if this is actually the wolf's doing... where is it!?'

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from the distance. Kat couldn't tell where the voice was coming from, but what she did know was what it said; "Mortals. Your nightmare has only just begun!" 

"What." she found herself muttering again. It was a very fitting word. She liked that word. She suspected she'd be using it a lot tonight. Kat broke down what the voice said. "Mortals". Not "Mortal". So, there was other people here then. She wasn't alone in this nightmare. The part she was stuck on was "only just begun". What, did the others already take out the wolf without her?

...Actually, that seemed like it was the case. Kat spied multiple Adventurers already tired from battle splitting up into their own groups, each one going down a corridor (Kat spied three of them). There wasn't anyone that she recognized-wait, was that Dumah's new apprentice!? Kat could've sworn she saw Sayinh among the Adventurers. Well, it didn't really matter anyways. The way she saw it; the only real important thing here was that there was three corridors and one of them would be taking her outta here and back into reality. That's what she needed to focus on: Seeking a way out. In her eyes, the best way to maximise her chances of survival would be by sitting back for a while and seeing who goes where. Frankly, the corridor she went down didn't matter; she suspected they all had their own challenges. She just needed a good group.

Kat spent a little bit watching various Adventurers form into their own little groups and start heading down into the dungeon, before noticing a brunette doing the exact same thing she was. Well, since he was just sitting back there, she decided she may as well try and get some answers. "Hello there." Kat started plainly, a bit agitated. Waking up in a cave after going to sleep in a nice comfy bed'll do that to you. "Seems I was a little late to the party. Do you mind if you tell me what in the hell is going on here?"

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[Lamenta]

"mortals your nightmare has just begun'

The loud noise leave a great tremor which makes the exit blocked by a mountain of rock. [Fenrir] has shattered like a piece of class, but the difference is, it was a shard of crystal. If this is the usual, the dream would have ended and we won some grand prize. However, the dream still continues and open three new paths in front of them.

Lamenta's for once is not surprised by this development, in fact he was half expected this to come. This scale of event won't be just finished by just defeating the [Fenrir], it must have more than that, it SHOULD have. Or, it would be a major disappointment to one and another.

All hype toward the prior krakken and the [Fenrir] copy has vanished to thin air. His mind become clear, that was one of his habit, he can't think clearly in the middle of a fight. However, he still can do a snap judgement faster than normal in the middle of fight.

He tried to observe the current situation, assuming there is three path stretch forward, either of them there is no end that could be seen. So it safe to assume no one know what will they face within that route. The Bard make a mental choice in his mind

He could choose the one that picked by the summoner who attracted the young bard interest by hoping to see more 'cool' stuff he might do in the future

Or he can follow that swashbuckler who seems energetic to everything which he heard a glimpse of his name 'Akira'.

Or, he could choose the middle way, since middle way always the best choice in everything. Like, if you want to do something new experience, position yourself in the middle of queue so you can observe what people would don and not do in front of you. And you also don't need to wait to long to the point where you gave up just because the queue.

Lamenta's shook his head, if he decide to lay out every possibilities, it will be endless. And he has no times, everyone has forms their team and go to perspective path. Wait..is there a duration for us to pick the path? will it collapse if we stay too long?

He shook for the second time, all he can hope is nothing will happen if he decide to stay and observe everyone. He observe the remaining people that decide to stay, or doesn't have any group yet and still searching. From there, Lamenta could see a fluffy tail swings back and forth, a distinguish feature of a fox tail races.

'when in doubt, follows the bunny, and if there is no bunny, follow the fluffy tail'
he grin and approach the girl and a shaman who stand near her. While he walk slowly towards them he thinks many unnecessary stuff such as; 
'Why there is no werebunny race in this game? it would be better if we have that'
'Will she let me pet her if i ask her nicely enough? i can smooth it up a little bit maybe'
and so on.

At that time, he just realize something. He need friends to share his boredom, He increase his pace approaching the fox tail and the ritual.

'Boo~ Folks, mind if stay around? Probably we have same goal by staying here" Lamenta greet them as normal as he can while holding his urge to pat that wiggling fluffy tail near him. He hope for the best that he didn't creep them out.

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Tags: Katarina, Dorian

[Sark]

Patriotic pride swelled through Sark as he saw his Englishman - those fellow adventurers - rush into battle against the forces of winter and wilderness. The wolf - a symbol of rebellious nature incarnate was quickly being put back into its place, allowing the locals and adventurers peace once again. Strange, mature thoughts floated through the teen's head. They were too vast and complex to grasp, but a loose purchase was being gained on them.

This came to a halt when a bear paw tried to also float through his head. Hovering and surprised as he was Sark had no chance to ground himself and hurtled down the gentle incline of battlefield, bouncing like a rock skipped across a placid river. His shadowy duplicate paused a moment, looked maliciously at the bear, then threw itself after Sark, trying to replicate his master's uncontrolled tumblings as best it could. Rolling down the hill as he was, Sark could hear someone trying to explain their mount's actions. In his cyclone his action, all he could really make out was red hair underneath a pokemon trainer's cap.

"Aleksei said he is going to turn you and your guild into a ...."

The samurai tumbled for another second before he got frustrated; at this rate he'd tumble across the entire battlefield. The next time he bounced into a snowdrift he vigorously flung himself into a stronger spin and brought his blade around. It crunched into the snow, biting deep until it pierced the permafrost. As it lodged there Sark whipped himself about, reversing his momentum into a breakdancer's cyclekick to get back onto his feet.

He rejoined the battle, for once following his class role and acting as a tank. His weapon and armour had been boosted to level appropriate stats, but were nowhere near as good as true level 90 gear. Given his lack of equipment tanking allowed him to help protect those better equipped to deal with the threats. Other adventurer's pounded the wolf into submission, with adventurer's choosing gruesomely effectively tactics over game ones to gut, garrote and shoot out the wolf until it stumbled against the far wall of the cave. It was too much for the monster, who with a final curse crumbled into the ice it had relied on in life.

"We did it! Guys, we defeated the winter!" He cried, jumping and whooping in joy.

His buffs timed out as the various adventurers milled about, trying to decide where to go next. The expiry of the wolf has sealed in the cave, which didn't both Sark, while 3 new cave tunnels leads further towards adventure. Without any prior the planning each of the corridors seemed to get approximately equal attention, no doubt due to the adventurer's knowledge of how game dungeons tended to work. To Sark, this evening was perfect. He was having fun, gaining experience and meeting new people; the only way that the night could get better was if he was able to also make some clothes.

As he circled the icy remains of the wolf kicking pieces here and there Sark laid eyes on the imposing figure of Bailin. The man was a guild leader of the well known, semi-charitable Vylbrand Academy and had a serious, almost robotic vibe about him. A smile blossomed while Sark rushed over, vigorously patting the man.

"It's great to see you! Want to explore this place together? Great!" In his excited state Sark just naturally assumed that people would approve of his ideas. By not waiting for a reply, he didn't have to listen to one! So he barrelled on. "Did you see the battle? It was all like.... grar! Grewk. Pewfshhh. Dead. " After reducing the intense battle down to a 5 second soundbyte he swapped topics, not even blinking. "Also, did you see a bear somewhere around here? It wanted to do something with my guild, I dunno."

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Skills Used: - Party Up: Unyielding Spirit

OOC: Sark joins Bailin for team B to catch up with Capsule

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

Remaining motionless in his slumped position against the wall, Dorian just managed to lift his head to catch the last of the fight, a few Adventurers dealing the last bit of damage to the ferocious beast that was Fenrir; but alas, it seemed, it was only a ruse. In a flamboyant display, the colossal wolf gave out one last deafening howl, it's snarled growl echoing in the form of a voice, the words it shouted shaking the very cave itself; Dorian could feel the tremors beneath him as he sat in the snow. After it had made it's plea, it crumbled and shattered, like millions of tiny ice crystals crashing away and scattering into the air. As the dust settled, and the rumble subsided, the Shaman looked to the exit, only to find more stone; where he had sworn the group had entered from, there was now only ice and rock. They were trapped.

Taking the moment to recollect his thoughts and gather back some of his energy from the fight, Dorian finally managed to get himself back up onto his feet; by now, most of the crowd had moved off, with only a few stragglers left behind, either still confused as to what was going on, or completely baffled by their sudden appearance in this cave - for as it were, more Adventurers had arrived, though too late to face the dread wolf. "Let's take a look..." Grunting under his breath, Dorian dusted himself off of snow and ice shards, moving towards the centre of the room where Fenrir had stood tall previously; a few droplets of blood were scattered amongst the snow, no doubt from the battle that had just occurred, but what intrigued the Shaman more, were the remnants of Fenrir himself. There was still a bit of him left fading, the ice crystals that had shattered from his demise seemingly peppered all across the cavern floor. Kneeling down to inspect one of them, Dorian went to snatch it off the ground, only to feel it fade and disappear within his hand. "Parlour trick..."

It was then that the Shaman heard a faint voice from nearby, lifting his gaze from the floor to spy a young girl that had approached him. She seemed agitated, one might say scared, but Dorian did not pick up a sense of fear from the femme's aura; recalling the battle, he realised that this one had not arrived until the beast had been slain. "Hello," he replied calmly, standing up straight from his previously knelt position and giving a nod of reassurance; stepping forward, he gently set his hand down upon her shoulder, showing her a smile, as if in an attempt to ease her worry. "A little late, yes..." He chuckled, removing his hand and dropping it down by his side as he glanced around the nearby area. "It was hell in here, that's for certain; the giant wolf, Fenrir, was the target, but it seems he had other ideas in store for us. Anything more you can probably discern from just looking around."

Another Adventurer approached as they were speaking, Dorian giving the male a nod; he remembered this one from the battle. Ignoring the obvious hidden stares that this Lamenta was giving the fox tail's... well, tail... the Shaman kept his silence, instead glancing over his shoulder at where most of the other Adventurers had disappeared too. "Three paths," he spoke out loud, glancing over the three of them; from here, they seemed practically identical, but something told him they weren't going in the same direction. "Perhaps this is where we go our separate ways," he finally remarked, turning back to Lamenta and Katarina, as the interface labelled them. "If I see you both after we wake up, drinks are on me... maybe some food as well." Bowing his head to the duo, he turned and departed from them, traversing the thick layer of snow towards the paths that lay waiting.

"Where shall we go then, Skrowe?" The sudden referral to the Shikigami awoke him from his slumber, a drowsy groan echoing within the Shaman's mind as the chibi scarecrow rose back into metaphysical existence. The left one, I guess... Next time, don't wake me up for such difficult choices. Dorian rolled his eyes, waving Skrowe off dismissively before journeying forth towards the left-most corridor. Putting a bit of click into his step, he managed to catch up to the group that were already headed down the path, giving a wave to anyone who was paying attention; recognising Artemisia, he gave the fox tail Sorceress a soft smile in greeting, but otherwise remained silent - after all, most of them seemed to know each other, and who was he to barge into their conversations?

Notes: Dorian is going down Corridor A.
Word Count: 793
Tags: @bornfromvelvet Lamenta | @0x1dea  @sugarygiggles Hirosame Mikoto

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

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It seems as the last shout the Guardian made, made everyone more focused. Within seconds, the giant wolf was down to zero HP. The adventurers roared, as the health bar hit zero, cheering in victory. However, something felt odd. Sayinh hadn’t noticed the fact that as they had fought, the wolf had backed more and more into the tunnel.

As Fenrir finally died, he didn’t explode into a load of bubbles, as any other normal mob. Instead, it shattered into icy crystals as the final howl was sounded. The death of Fenrir, triggered some loud voice, causing the walls collapse on the adventurers, blocking the exit. -No way out huh? I knew there was something that wasn’t right with this fight… It was excessively easy of an event, so of course it wasn’t all of it., he thought as he looked around.

Most adventurers had already scattered out on the different corridors, leaving Sayinh and a couple of others stand behind. Looking for people he knew, he saw Dorian speaking with Katarina and somebody else. Sayinh looked at his interface… . - Let’s see… Dorian is there, together with Katarina, aaaand. Midori? No, Midori is a Heretic, while the one in front of me looks like a Bard. -, He thought as he looked at the Bard. Finding the one Bard on the interface took way too much time for him.
“Ahh! Lamenta!”, he said out loud as he started walking towards the little group of people hanging out in the middle of the cave.

Unfortunately, as soon as he made it within approximately 32 feet of them, Dorian left, down the first corridor. Sayinh didn’t even get to ask if the Shaman wanted to join the Guardian, not that he could do anything about It. Instead, he joined up at the conversation in front of him, consisting of the two adventurers.
“KAT!”, Sayinh yelled, as he hugged Katarina from the back. They were practically same height after all.
“Ah, hello there. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting here?, he calmly said, as he looked upon Lamenta, pretending not to know his name. A quick difference in the pitch of his voice, because of his formality against newly met people.

After having analyzed where everyone had gone, he looked at Katarina, calm and quietly saying.
“All the strong ones has gone through the third corridor. If we’re lucky, a second boss might appear, and then it would be smart to be around the stronger of adventurers. At the same time, I don’t like the one Dorian chose. It looks way to straight forward. It’s suspicious.”

Looking at Katarina, he seemed like he had to give a bit more information. However, he really didn’t feel like doing so, so he started walking slowly.
“Are you coming? This seems the most fun!”, he said, whilst looking slightly backwards over his left shoulder, smiling broadly.


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@bornfromvelvet , Lamenta

[Kaos]

Each Day Is an adventure in  its  own  right 755x1.1= 830 Words

Kaos took a deep breath as he watched the other adventures continue their assault on the giant wolf: Fenrir. He watched the creatures health continue to drop rapidly before finally hitting Zero. As the wolf fell, it's body exploded into several ice fragments that collided with the cave walls, causing them to collapse around the group. The light faded, except for the faint glow coming from the icy walls and out of the darkness rose a deep ominous voice. "Mortals. Your Nightmare has just begun!" The voice echos across the walls as it fades away.

Just beginning huh... well then I guess I have no choice but to press on. He places the tip of his sword into his scabbard and turns two his two summoned helpers. "Thank you for your service, you are dismissed for now." The Kraken and Fenrir Doppelganger both disintegrate into blur and purple shards of light that fly towards Kaos' sword, merging with the etchings and finally disappearing as the sword comes to rest in its scabbard.

He watches as others splinter off into groups and head farther into the cave, following one of 3 visible paths. Kaos stands at the cross roads of the paths and takes a deep breath before looking down each one. Option A was a straight shot north - too suspicious for Kaos' liking. Option B seemed like a slightly curved path that from what he could see lead to a room full of pillars - a viable option but perhaps trapped or holding a greater secret. Option C lead down a straight path as well, but something seemed off, it looked too short - a dead end so soon wouldn't make any sense and therefore made it the most interesting to him.

He smirked and began to walk down the path towards option C, noticing the darkness closing in, he stopped for a second and thought to himself. How should I light the path ahead? Perhaps one of my summons can light the way... He opened his skill menu and looked through his available skills. Hmm... there aren't too many good options for light... maybe one of these summons holds a secret... He began opening the details of each summon, looking for one that would offer the most help, at preferably the least cost as the battle took a bit of MP from him. He sees that he can summon a salamander which gives off an aura, a skeleton or a Spirit Bushi - both of which could carry a torch or a lantern.

Kaos stood in the path, his hand tracing several symbols in the air, each symbol flowing to the ground around his feet, encircling him as they formed a special summoning circle. The circle then moved a meter in front of him, a flag rising out of it reading Nobunaga. Kaos recognised the name from a rumor he heard of the warriors in Moon Dance Forest, a place he had yet to visit. I guess this really is a dream... or Nightmare as the disembodied voice said. He smirked as a Spear-wielding Bushi rose out of the circle next to the flag.

The circle dispersed; the Spirit Bushi, noticing the darkness lit a latern and held tied it to his waist, lighting an area of about a meter and a half around him, illuminating his summoner. The Bushi turned to Kaos gave a friendly salute. Kaos returned the salute and smiled "Thank you for coming to my aid, warrior. Ahead of us lies the unknown, in both enemy strength and field of battle. I apologize for the lack of intel we currently have." The Bushi seemed unphased by Kaos' admittance, yet wielded his spear, prepared to fight at any second. Kaos readjusted his glasses and smirked as he walked past the Bushi, placing his hand on the warrior's shoulder briefly as he progressed down the corridor, towards the cliff edge and the small group of adventurers that were gathering nearby.

As Kaos approached, the Bushi walking beside him, he began to notice the names of adventurers appearing above them. Quite a diverse bunch, this should make things easier as far as progressing through this maze. He stopped nearby, allowing the Bushi's light to illuminate the group.

"Hello everyone, my name is Kaos and this is my companion...uh..." Kaos began before the Bushi interjected.

"Sora."

"We were wondering if you wanted to join us down this path as a party." He gave a wry smile to the group and a polite bow before letting his hand fall on the hilt of his sword. The lanternlight flashing across his glasses and reflecting off his silver hair.

Tags: @shadowsaiph , Lamenta , @bornfromvelvet , sayinh , and Icyferno .

Template By: OWL

[Saber]

Do You Believe in Ghosts?

: Words : 1384
: Tags : Capsule, Empyrean, Akira, Verin, Sark, Bailin
: Skills Used : [N/A]
: Notes : Passage B Chosen

The sound of rumbling echoed loudly in Saber’s ears as he lay flat on his back, his body aching as the oversized White Wolf Fenrir let out his final howl. Rayne stood by; yellow eyes fixed on the other large creature in the room, and covered the Assassin as he lay still. The Assassin listened and stared up towards the ceiling as he slowly returned to his senses. The hit he took had been a heavy one and he hadn’t exactly taken one like that in a long while. As much as he wanted to brush it off and act like he was fine, the Assassin simply lay there and accepted his fate. His clothing had been ripped and his vanity clothes, ones he had worn since he started in this world, were destroyed. There wasn’t anything he could do about that. His armor was also damaged but thankfully, that was easily repaired. What wasn’t easy to fix was the throbbing in his head.

“Get up, you idiot.” Saber thought, his eyes closing for a moment as he listened to the wolf perish. A few moments longer passed and then finally, Saber pulled himself off the floor. He sat up slowly and kept his breathing slow and short, as the pain in his chest was the worst. Rayne looked back towards him and let out a soft rumble but didn’t move. He knew full well that Saber didn’t like help. But, he didn’t remain completely still. Rayne looked out towards the crowd of other Adventurers in the zone and whisked his tails slowly side to side. Saber took a moment to look around as well. With the blizzard calmed and gone, it was much easier to see who was here. Before, Saber only saw ghosts and shadows. There were a few familiar faces, but that happened almost everywhere he went.

‹Rayne, sitrep.› Saber asked as he slowly recovered to a knee, his balance a little off. The man glanced to his left from beneath his hood, and then to his right as he scanned the cave. Without even noticing it, Fenrir had led them into a black pit of sorts. The benefit of blinding your enemy; you could lead them wherever you needed to.

‹We trapped, Elfboi. Us an’ da others. Tha’ damned wolf lured us down an’ made da entrence collapse.› Rayne walked a few paces closer to Saber and looked towards the back, his eyes focusing on the now blocked entrance. Saber rumbled in his throat and looked back as well for a moment, his mind drawing up a few reasons why they may have been lured down here. The most logical was the continuation of the story of Fenrir’s curse. In the tale, Fenrir kidnapped the naughty children and stole them away. If this was that story, then Saber and the others were about to find out what happens after they get stolen away, and that made Saber uneasy. He looked around; very few of the others looked to be prepared for a drawn out fight here. Most seemed okay and ready to continue, but how long would that last?

‹Be prepared for the worst.› Saber stood up, staggering slightly as he planted his heels into the stone floor. That hit had taken its toll and his health bar showed that, but it wouldn’t last forever. He could already feel his body regenerating because of the system he was now a part of. In reality, Saber might have broken a few ribs or even an arm. Here he only felt extreme, fading, discomfort. Well, that was one blessing at least.

‹Now what?› Rayne looked back at Saber, who’s eyes were already scanning the surrounding area. He looked beyond the walls around him and the other players, his gaze reaching as far as his vision would allow into the three passageways that now presented themselves. One led to the left, one went down the center, and the third veered to the right. From his distance, Saber couldn’t make out any key differences between any of them but he could sense that they weren’t the same. The point of different passageways was to confuse, separate, and focus your enemy. You confused them by presenting your foes with multiple paths, separated a large group by getting into their heads and making them think that splitting up would be the best option, and focus in on the weakened numbers of the opposing group with your traps and prepared strength. This situation screamed trap and Saber’s senses tugged at him. He had been through this before a few times but he doubted the others had as much experience as him. Due to his long travels, Saber’s knowledge about the world wasn’t limited to Londinium anymore. However, as much as he wished to open his mouth, he kept it shut. There would be no warning from him, not this time.

‹Rayne.› Saber beckoned for the attention of his companion, who looked over without hesitation. Saber’s eyes continued to scan the area, switching from one path to the next. The others split off and took their chosen ways, but Saber held back. He lowered his voice.

‹We’re being separated. Whichever path we go, I need you alert and ready to go. Do you need to shrink down or can you remain the size you’re at for a lengthened period?› At Saber’s words, Rayne seemed to narrow his eyes as if his own suspicions were being backed. The Fire Dog let out a huff and looked towards the three passages, taking a moment to consider his own physical condition. Saber had worked with Rayne to find out the longest time he could remain active in his enlarged state and slowly, they had worked to increase their efficiency with it. Yet with this kind of situation, it could prove quite difficult. The battle with Fenrir had drained Saber’s mana but now that they were out of combat, it was recovering faster than Rayne could drain it. Yet, they couldn’t tell how long that would last.

‹Your call. I can last. Can you?› Rayne finally spoke up after a few extra seconds, looking back to Saber with his voice lowered, reacting to Saber quieting too. Saber checked his mana gauge and then calculated how much mana he had spent in the brief fight; thirty percent or so was what it was at when he was flattened and he had used even more than that. It was times like this he wished the game didn’t auto-regenerate things, as much good as it was. Even so, Saber’s mind worked to fill in the gaps. Ultimately, he decided to take the risk. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be himself. Saber nodded, picking up his swords and sheathing them, and then walked over to his companion. The Fire Dog knelt down to make it easier for Saber to pull himself up onto Rayne’s back, waiting only a few seconds before standing back up tall once more. The fiery orange Dog of War grinned, flames coiling from between his teeth. He was becoming anxious again.

‹Which?› Rayne turned his head forward and Saber took a moment to check the area once more. From his higher vantage point, he could see the others making their choices and he could also see a bit further into the passages. It didn’t take long to make his choice though.

‹Middle. Let’s move.› Saber pulled his hood over his head tight and adjusted his scarf, fixing it to cover his face better than it had. Rayne nodded and barked sharply, his heavy paws pounding into the floor as the pairing bolted towards the center path. They blew by several others, Rayne taking the shortest and quickest route straight through the darkness. Fire burned into the snow that remained on the ground from the blizzard and his body illuminated the pathway ahead as he charged into the dark. Saber grabbed at his chest and ripped off his heavy shirt, removing the remaining bits of fabric from his body. The tattered layer of clothing had done its job and had finally met its end, there was no point in keeping it. Thus, he abandoned it and threw it into the air as the two advanced ahead.

‹Elfboi… Thar waz a polar bear…›

‹Don’t.›

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Empyrean]

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[attr="class","container"]It took the span of half a minute to quench the wretched feeling that clung to his arm, his teeth gritting themselves to the point of nearly chipping. The feel of battle had let him momentarily forget himself, the frigid winds suiting to take his mind off of that instance of recklessness. His rifle's barrel, steaming as it made contact with the icy ground, cooled down along with him.

His breaths were slow, stifled; he spent each second attempting to apply pressure to the damage he had taken, each soreness being a failure on his part. The pain in his back and particularly within the joint of his left arm alleviated after he made use of a rudimentary healing spell. Something so basic came easy to him, and for a moment he question his capabilities, how far they might reach within a dream strange as this.

The calm had returned, and similarly he became passive. His pounding heart had stalled and beat softly inside his chest, eyes looking around with boredom. Flicking the bolt over the top of the gun, he ejected the casing and loaded another shot, his finger placing itself over the side. It felt so natural that he wondered whether the rifle really was of Russian make. At the very least, the model was -- the same couldn't be said for its manufacturer, a common Lander.

He made to tuck the butt into his shoulder again, but went back on it after a moment of indecision. It was held from the middle, balanced within his grip. Feet crunching the snow under him as he walked, he listened to nothing but white noise, taking little notice of the people around him. Only the midway path was on his mind, and he hoped to keep it that way.

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[kittygrey]

Look Out for Ice Pillars

Ame's eyes fluttered open and a death defying chill shivered not only her flesh, but the muscle and bone beneath it. A moment ago, she had tucked herself into her cozy, warm bed and dozed off into what she hoped was an amazing dream land filled with color and happiness, only to awake in a freezing cave, shaking to the bone, literally. She looked around, letting her eyes adjust to her surroundings as she pulled her legs into her body and covered herself with her kimono, wrapping her arms around her knees. Her lips shook as her teeth chattered together. Her mind raced as she tried to understand what she could have possibly been thrown into, but she was far too cold to even think about how she could have possibly come to such a place. She was supposed to be asleep, in her bed, covered with blankets and her head resting on her nice, fluffy pillow, but instead, she was here. Where, here, was exactly, she didn't know. She shivered again and shook her head. "It won't do me any good to just sit here. I might die." She wasn't sure if that was such a bad thing, however, as she would have liked to even go back to the cathedral, where all adventurers who died went.

Picking herself up off of the frozen ground, she let her eyes take in the room she found herself in. It was clearly a cave and a super icy one at that, with three paths to take. She tilted her head, seeing a straight path, but a dark one. The second path was also dark, but she couldn't see into it, so she figured it was a twisty, turning path, probably filled with booby traps and the like. Her eyes went back to the first path and she considered it for a moment, but she had learned that there was usually much more to the straight path, than a windy one. She turned to the third and began walking. She carefully made her way along the wall, her hands pressing up against the cold wall. She made sure to tread carefully as she made her way, careful not to slip on the icy tundra beneath her feet. She stopped after a small while and her gaze dropped, her eyes widening as her tail curled up between her legs. She looked down into darkness and was met with a straight drop. The edges of the cliff were rugged and would make for a decent climb down, but she wasn't so sure that she was up for the task of scaling a wall. With a shake of her head, she headed back the other way, knowing there was no way she was climbing down a cliff, an icy one at that. One slip would have her dead and though she had considered it for a moment because of the cold, she wasn't about to let a long drop kill her.

As she came back to the cave, she considered again, her teeth clenching to try to stop them from chattering. She felt if they continued on as they had been, they would break apart from the cold. She blew a breath from her nose, fearful of opening her mouth and shook her head. Why was she hear? What was this place? Lately, there had been rumors spreading, not just from the elderly, but from all of the Landers, even the children. She remembered a small child begging her mother not to let the 'big scawy white woof' take her when she was sleeping after she had done something wrong and remembered giggling softly at the young child. It wasn't unheard of that stories were told to scare children into behaving, but she had never believed them. Besides, she wasn't a child, nor did she think that she had been a bad person. Then again, this was Elder Tale and here, possibilities were endless. She blew out another breath and perked her ears up. She hoped for any signs of life in either of the two tunnels she could choose from, but after a moment, she realized that she had showed up late and if anyone was down here, they were long ahead of her. She would have to pick up her feet to catch up.

She stared at the first tunnel for a long moment before she shook her head and began running down the middle path. She didn't have a reason for doing so, but she wanted to get out of that cursed cave as soon as possible. She missed her bed and she wanted nothing more than to finish what was happening here and go back there. As she picked up and began running forward, her stepping failed and she crashed right into the first bend in the path way with a loud, BANG! She fell backwards onto her bottom and groaned as she put a hand to her head. She knew there would be large bump and a giant red mark on her forehead and she stifled a cry. The impact on the ice had been so much worse because of the frigid temperature and she wanted badly to curse, but she held it in as she picked herself up and shook it off. She let out another moan, feeling a little dizzy suddenly, but she began walking slowly and eventually the pain and the dizziness died down. She knew running wouldn't be a very good idea but she wanted to move quickly. She let out a sigh and began trailing further into the path.

As she neared another short bend, she was careful, pressing her hands to the cold wall. She didn't know what was ahead, but she needed her senses to be keen as she continued on her journey. Walking a little further, she noticed something on the ground. She stopped and bent over, picking up a piece of fabric and staring at it intensely. It seemed that there were, indeed, other travelers here and suddenly her mind filled with hope as she blew out a relieved breath. They were clearly ahead of her and she wondered if she was the last to arrive. She had gone to bed a little later than she usually did, but with the Christmas season upon them all, she had had a lot of baking and decorating to do. It was a busy time of the year and it left her bustling around more than she did at any other time. She dropped the cloth and picked up her feet, racing further into the tunnel. As she came closer to the end of the tunnel, she spotted a group of people and giant pillars of ice ahead of them. She tried her hardest to stop but called out, "look out!" She tried to put the breaks on, but she was about to crash into the group and couldn't stop the sliding of her feet. If they had heard her, they could either move and let her continue to slide forward, or stop her, risking themselves falling and sliding as well.

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Corridor: B

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

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Kat stood patiently, taking in the brunette's explanation. "Giant wolf..." she muttered to herself. "Yeah, I thought it might have something to do with that myth." She sighed. Kat really wished she had paid more attention to those stories. "Okay then, so now wha-"

Kat jumped slightly as she spun around to face the man behind her who had suddenly "boo"'d his way into the conversation. 'Great, we have another Kuro.'  she thought to herself, noting the similarities. Well, noting the only similarity that mattered: They both seemed to love startling her. 'It's not Halloween anymore, why are you trying to scare me?'

Trying her hardest to ignore the obvious looks the man with the bunny hood was directing at her tail, Kat nodded at the Ritual, who had just finished telling Kat that they should probably split up. Kat noticeably perked up when the man said that if they met when they wake up, he'd by her drinks. "You... are probably going to regret saying that after." she grinned. If they ever met again after this, his wallet would not survive. "I suppose I'll see you later, Dorian." she said, glancing at his name. Thank god for the interface, it saved the hassle of having people introduce themselves. Bowing his head, the newly dubbed Dorian departed, walking off towards the left-most path. Kat turned to face the bunny man, sweatdropping at the fact that his eyes were still fixated on her fluffy tail. Damn, she liked it too, but come on now. "So..." she started, grabbing the man's attention. "You mind grouping up for this?"

Before she could get a response however, she was tackle hugged by a certain Guardian screaming her name. Apparently Kat wasn't seeing things after all; Sayinh was most definitely in this cave with her. "H-Hey Sayinh..." she started, attempting to shake off the shock of being randomly tackled by a Guardian. "Could you maybe get off of me? This is really uncomfortable!" She wasn't joking. Kat hated physical contact as is, and Sayinh really wasn't helping. "Stop squishing me!" After Dumah's rather excitable protégé released her, he turned around and calmly introduced himself to Lamenta, asking for his name. It was like his personality did a complete 180, and Kat's aching back really really wished that it had met this version of Sayinh instead. She had a feeling that Sayinh may have broken some bones.

Sayinh spent a while analysing where each person had gone, while Katarina watched silently. After all, Sayinh fought with these people; he could make a better call on who to go with than Kat could. While looking at the people come and go however, Kat noticed something: Everyone was level 90. This wouldn't be so odd if it wasn't for the fact that "everyone" included Sayinh, who Kat distinctly remembered being level 1. Curious, Kat opened her menu and checked her stats. As she suspected, she was also level 90. She assumed that everyone's levels were scaled up in this dream, although why Fenrir would level them up like that, she had no idea. She wasn't one to look a gift-horse in the mouth though; she chalked it down to game logic and left it at that. Now wasn't the time to worry about details like that, after all.

Turning to Kat, Sayinh told her that all the strong Adventurers had gone through the third corridor, and that he suspected that another boss may appear. Kat nodded. If another boss appeared, it would make sense to stay with the strong members. He went on to say that Path A as Kat had dubbed it seemed too straight-forward, and it seemed a little too suspicious for his liking. "To be fair, all of these paths look suspicious. But I see what you mean though; any genre-savvy player could see that a straight path with no obstacles is way too good to be true." she agreed. Of course, there was always the possibility that that was what Fenrir wanted them to think, in order to lure them down the other harsher paths. She shook her head in an attempt to push that thought out of her mind. If she started to think like that, she could say that Fenrir wanted her to think what she just did in an attempt to get them to go down the wrong path. Then, she would start to think about how perhaps Fenrir was trying to get her to think that in order to make her go down the worst path possible, blah blah blah, the cycle continues. 

Kat looked at Sayinh, waiting for him to tell her more, but alas it was not so, as the Guardian simpily smiled at Kat and told her to get moving. Kat sighed. "Alright; let's get going then..." she muttered, motioning for the fluff happy bard to follow. "You wanna come with?" she asked. "I mean, you may as well, right?"

[Word Count: 823
Tags: Oh come on, you really don't expect me to list all of them here, do you!?]

[Lamenta]

"if i see you both after we wake up, drinks are on me... maybe some food as well"

With that Dorian left them to the most left corridor. That's mean leaving him with this fox tail girl, No don't take it wrong here, Lamenta might have a 'slight' obsession toward bunny and fluffy things, but it affect most to an animal. But, the one in front of him right now is a full pledged girl who happens have a fluffy tail due to her races feature.

'you mind grouping up for this?'

suddenly Katerina, which Lamenta just remember that he could check name on the interface, gives an invitation which he was planning to. It isn't right for him to be the one that invited by a girl, it just a matter of a man. Yeah call it feminism whatsoever, he just couldn't bear it. Before he could give a bit denial, a Guardians named Sayinh tackle hug her from behind leaves her uncomfortable. It's no surprise, if someone tried to tackle him from behind like that he probably will creep up. Katerina tried to shake him off for a quite while until he let her go and stare at me

"Ah hello there, who do i have the pleasure of meeting here" Sayinh suddenly change his behavior pattern while trying to ask for the young bard name. Deep inside he chuckled a bit, there is no real reason for him to ask his name, he know that he probably already see his name from the interface. He decided to humor him a little bit

"The name is The duke of Rabbit den, Bunny Lord the III who worship a white rabbit as my protector guardians. However, the interface says otherwise it listed as Lamenta. Therefore, you can call me Lamenta. Nice to meet you, Sayinh the Guardian"

Everyone already choose their path to start, only a handful of people who stay behind deciding their own strategy. Lamenta think back to Kat offers about joining her, it probably his best offer for now he can't journey alone, it's too lonely for him and he afraid how long his sanity will hold on if he was alone.

"Are you coming? this seems the most fun!" Sayinh energetically walk away without waiting any responses. Lamenta continue liking this man, he is full of spirit and probably won't shut his mouth for a while. A type of person who loves to lighten up the mood he thinks.

Both of them are nice people, right after Sayinh left, the foxtail girl didn't forget to offer him again to go with them, somehow seeing the girl remind him of his little sister, Epsilon, she also play this game along with him. But, now they decided to go apart and reunite again after they reach level fifty. He won't decline this offer now, it doesn't have anything to do with pride, he won't let him lose because a silly pride.

"Well it seems, we might have made a unique group here. A bard, A cleric and a guardians. Wel sure why not" Lamenta shrug and follow them and observe which corridor will Sayinh choose, since he was in the front of us keep smiling like a little child who set his eyes towards his new favorite toy.

now..did he forget about someone,he pretty sure there is this one guy who tried to make a conversation with us....

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Tags: Katarina, Sayinh, Kaos (and everyone else)

[Capsule]

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Before Capsule could enter Route B and explore what lied beyond, two Adventurers flagged her down. The first was a kid: Verin, the Sorcerer. Capsule vaguely recalled him from the Scotland exploration team, though the only skill he brought to the table as a scout was his ability to jump high. She could have easily replaced his role by using a bird to scout for them. Hopefully he will be able to properly pull his weight this time, though. Capsule was not a babysitter, and would only assist those who do not hold her back.

Aleksei softly rumbled at the boy, but did not turn or rise to his full height. He did not perceive the boy to be much of a threat, otherwise he would have knocked his block off for stopping them. "You are in a dream," she stated curtly. She had no idea where they were, or where they were going. Killing Fenrir should have been the end of it, but clearly not. "Just stick with the rest of the group, and try not to get in the way." She fully expected him to do the opposite and get himself in trouble.

To the girl that approached her next, Capsule only shrugged. "Do what you want. I'm going, either way." There were several other people funneling into B, including Saber, who she knew was more than capable of taking care of himself -- oh, doggy. The little redhead set off again, ignoring any further attempts to flag her down. Aleksei followed, now a grumpy bear who would not encourage more diversions.

Get your head in the game, people.

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∝: 270
♫: Ultraviolence
✏: BACK TO B
@: Empyrean Verin Saber Akira Sark Bailin

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[Tobin]

(OOC: A quickie, slow writer, not much time to do things in.)

WC:622

The next few seconds were a furious blur of activity, most which was obscured by the cool crystallise flesh that the Dwarf had firmly buried his hands into, his frantic mind was distracted by the brightening glow and the build-up of ice that threatened. Yet he was trapped, every swing of his fist only liberated a little ice as it glanced off the sharp, crystalline walls. Until the cold within had sapped his strength, left him -immobilised-, the moment of stillness gave him a strange sense of clarity as he recalled a seen from a particularly silly shark movie.

-Great! Now I’m gonna share the same fate as Samuel L ******* Jackson! Brown bread like a mo**********-

*thunk*

Then a companion joined him, a curious barbed arrowhead tore through its throat, the entire clear flesh quivered, then rocked in a compulsion, once, twice, before suddenly it bellowed and the Dwarf felt weightless as he was spewed out, broken shaft and all. Tobin had lost all sense of feeling on his upper half, since from the waist up he was caked in thick ice. thus he was only aware of his fall stopping when Nisha ’s curious ears examined the cargo before once hefty two handed throw sent him sailing once more into a firm, warm palm that plucked him out the air with the causal ease of catching a stone. Tobin gaze turned down, then up at the gigantic bear and it’s curious, growling snout. Rather unfortunately, the only thing that could move was his motor mouth

“Ahh sh-“

His heart beat tripled, if such a thing were possible. Talk about a fridge to the freezer situation! With a mental switch his own voice became the spoken word of growling, not that the bear paid the talking snack much heed.

<<Hello thur buddeh! Thank ya for catchin’. Wait, wha’ ya doing laddie?>>

As the Dwarf was pitched back, it was only then that he noticed that it wasn't just any mob; but the distinctive red hair that lay in his other paw. Now, Tobin didn't recognise the lass (Capsule ) since last time he had seen her, she was significantly taller, white haired and considerably more pale; Yes yes, exactly like your stereotypical white nerd! Needless to say, even as he babbled out some frantic words in common, it was much too late to have any meaningful effect.

“Lassie? Ya pet, can y- GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

And like a pebble he was pelted straight up, right into the avalanche that came from above, and was dragged down right into the amidst of the falling snow. Where he would remain, dormant, until a pyre of flame erupted from the soft derbies ground a minute later, the water boiled off as slabs of ice were tore off bare skin, yielding tufts of body hair with it as curse's flowed from the tap of pre-verbal vomit.

“YE ABSOLUTE APPLE STRUDEL – GAHHHHH! Ya think et’s easy bein’ dressed lik’? I’mma gonna- Oh. Everyones alreadeh gone. Great. What am I? Krillian oar somethin’? Or assumin' dat chad position?“

There was a moment’s pause another disposable cloak was wrapped around shoulders and he cast a glance down each path, A looked too simply and to be honest a lot of them looked like main characters. To him pretty people were dangerous to hang around, they had powers over the plot that made redshirts like himself an endangered species. In all seriousness though the route looked too simple, Tobin’s gut instinct taught him that nothing was simple about dungeons.  

“Well, wha’ about… Hmmm, nah, C look’s lik’ too much work. So tha’ leaves B as the onleh option. Seems plenteh of pillars ta grab onta there. Beside I know many more of them. Sort of.”

And so the dwarf followed, eyeing up the monstrous polar bear as he did so. Though a single thought lingered in his mind that bothered him.

How the hell did he get here?

[Murasaki]

After the groups traveled down their respective paths, many continued on but only a fraction would actually proceed right through. Those who managed to reach the end of their respective puzzles found that their corridors led up into another common clearing. However, the path now splits up into two separate roads up ahead. Two phrases are carved into the ice right above each corridor.

"Route of the hero with courage in heart and steel in hand."

"Route of the hero who ensures the safe journey for their comrades."


If you cleared your respective puzzle corridors (you, not just your group), then you may post in here to choose a final corridor. If you have not yet cleared your puzzle, you must do so before you can continue forward. Please make your decision by Saturday, 2/13.