Post by Lavian on Apr 1, 2016 9:01:43 GMT
In hindsight, going out on an adventure at night inebriated may not have been the best plan. But it had taken her weeks to gather her courage to do this and the moment she did she set out, sword in one hand and liquidated fearlessness in the other. Lavian was determined not to waste her time and risk spending another week or so procrastinating in her little hovel. Which was what ultimately led her to this predicament. It all started so innocently, she found a hapless slime, introduced the business end of her rapier into it's face - with some degree of hesitation - and followed the first blow with a series of frenzied thrusts before it's blubbery form turn still.
She understood that these things weren't real, probably, chances were she was merely stabbing something made of zeros and ones, a code, an inanimate object merely designed to emulate life. But at an intuitive level, that was not such an easy thing to wrap her mind around. She felt a little guilty, the things actually looked somewhat adorable when one gazed at them at an angle and killing this one made her feel like she was killing a puppy. But this was no time to be thinking, screw ethics, she didn't want to be the last person stuck prowling the lower level areas six months into the game. At the very least, she didn't want to have to rely on the kindness - or stupidity - of people.
On she marched, looking for slime after slime, plunging the tip of her sword into their gleaming crown only to savagely pull her weapon up and bisect them with an audible plop. She was very methodologic in her actions and slowly, over the course of the hour, her guilt started ebbing away in favor of bravado. She began hunting the things more aggressively, where she would have originally fought one, she now engaged two - launching herself from what was actually a proper fencing form, knees bent - only one hemisphere of her body exposed as she surged forward, feet kicking off and shoulders turning into place.
Logically, she understood that one didn't even need to take up proper form here. She knew that there were those who would use a second light sword as their main gauche - which in her mind defeated the point of being a duelist. The point of fighting with a fencer's style was to minimize one's exposure by presenting a small profile and command the lines of attack perfectly to intercept incoming attacks, dual wielding ruined that, it seemed more the repertoire of an assassin... perhaps she shouldn't think so much of duelists as being fencers... else fencers would've been a legitimate class here. Dueling was more just... using any weapon at one's disposal to end your foe.
But the idea of having two light swords just seemed so very wrong in her mind, a pet peeve that she was having some difficulty letting go of.
...and just like that, she felt the weight of a few pounds of semi-liquid force slam into her back. Shoving her into the stray branch and the grassy dirt beneath her.
Somewhere along the way, she'd gathered aggro, a train of slimes and they had began leaping at her from odd angles. She haphazardly turned on her feet, twisting out of the way only to be slapped right across her cheek.
It stung.
Was it supposed to sting?
She didn't know how or why, perhaps it was just fear of god but she pushed herself up and ran for a tree. And just like a basketball player many times her size, she leapt - her chosen subclass giving her an ability that while esoteric and hardly flashy, proved to be surprisingly handy in situations where she had to extract herself in a mess.
Only to put her into another one.
Oh boy, was she high up. What was that? Four, six meters? Chrissakes, she blinked, grasping at the branch she was holding on to as more slime pooled under her. She contemplated falling over them, hoping that they might cushion her fall... but no, that might be a bad idea. She'd seen enough hentai to know where that might go. Elder Tale was made by Japanese wasn't it? She wouldn't be surprised if this version of the game wasn't PG13. Lord knows the weirdest things come from Japan.
She reluctantly pulled herself unto the branch, almost slipping in the process before she managed to loop one leg then the other around it until she resembled a koala - only with the branch underneath her than over her form. She could probably teleport - and really, she should've thought of it, but the height was doing no small number in her ability to think rationally. Instead she did what any self-respecting adventurer would do in a seemingly life-and-death bind.
Lavian cried at the top of her lungs, hoping her words would carry far into the air. "Help!" she closed her eyes and hugged the tree even closer to her body. "Help! I'm being oppressed!"
WC: 837
She understood that these things weren't real, probably, chances were she was merely stabbing something made of zeros and ones, a code, an inanimate object merely designed to emulate life. But at an intuitive level, that was not such an easy thing to wrap her mind around. She felt a little guilty, the things actually looked somewhat adorable when one gazed at them at an angle and killing this one made her feel like she was killing a puppy. But this was no time to be thinking, screw ethics, she didn't want to be the last person stuck prowling the lower level areas six months into the game. At the very least, she didn't want to have to rely on the kindness - or stupidity - of people.
On she marched, looking for slime after slime, plunging the tip of her sword into their gleaming crown only to savagely pull her weapon up and bisect them with an audible plop. She was very methodologic in her actions and slowly, over the course of the hour, her guilt started ebbing away in favor of bravado. She began hunting the things more aggressively, where she would have originally fought one, she now engaged two - launching herself from what was actually a proper fencing form, knees bent - only one hemisphere of her body exposed as she surged forward, feet kicking off and shoulders turning into place.
Logically, she understood that one didn't even need to take up proper form here. She knew that there were those who would use a second light sword as their main gauche - which in her mind defeated the point of being a duelist. The point of fighting with a fencer's style was to minimize one's exposure by presenting a small profile and command the lines of attack perfectly to intercept incoming attacks, dual wielding ruined that, it seemed more the repertoire of an assassin... perhaps she shouldn't think so much of duelists as being fencers... else fencers would've been a legitimate class here. Dueling was more just... using any weapon at one's disposal to end your foe.
But the idea of having two light swords just seemed so very wrong in her mind, a pet peeve that she was having some difficulty letting go of.
...and just like that, she felt the weight of a few pounds of semi-liquid force slam into her back. Shoving her into the stray branch and the grassy dirt beneath her.
Somewhere along the way, she'd gathered aggro, a train of slimes and they had began leaping at her from odd angles. She haphazardly turned on her feet, twisting out of the way only to be slapped right across her cheek.
It stung.
Was it supposed to sting?
She didn't know how or why, perhaps it was just fear of god but she pushed herself up and ran for a tree. And just like a basketball player many times her size, she leapt - her chosen subclass giving her an ability that while esoteric and hardly flashy, proved to be surprisingly handy in situations where she had to extract herself in a mess.
Only to put her into another one.
Oh boy, was she high up. What was that? Four, six meters? Chrissakes, she blinked, grasping at the branch she was holding on to as more slime pooled under her. She contemplated falling over them, hoping that they might cushion her fall... but no, that might be a bad idea. She'd seen enough hentai to know where that might go. Elder Tale was made by Japanese wasn't it? She wouldn't be surprised if this version of the game wasn't PG13. Lord knows the weirdest things come from Japan.
She reluctantly pulled herself unto the branch, almost slipping in the process before she managed to loop one leg then the other around it until she resembled a koala - only with the branch underneath her than over her form. She could probably teleport - and really, she should've thought of it, but the height was doing no small number in her ability to think rationally. Instead she did what any self-respecting adventurer would do in a seemingly life-and-death bind.
Lavian cried at the top of her lungs, hoping her words would carry far into the air. "Help!" she closed her eyes and hugged the tree even closer to her body. "Help! I'm being oppressed!"
WC: 837
