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Post by Lowblow on Oct 30, 2016 17:47:05 GMT
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| » "Urr, excuse me?" With a slight click of the door, Hugh pushed both the door and asked this small question. He was responded with first the bell nailed in-place to the sliding door then a "Oh! Oh! Welcome~!", the sound of a cheery yet loud woman greeted him at the door, later entering while she continued on, "Huh, another one of you..." prompted an apt look of confusion plastered on Hugh's face. Understand what she meant by her words, Hugh responded with a wondering gaze around the weapons, "I get the tension but I'm not here for weapons, sorry 'bout dat. But I did take up your question, well a piece like it said".
Hugh's slightly heavy British accent didn't stop Reyla from acknowledging his words with a perking of her ears, continuing by walking closer to the counter while slowly reaching into a slight gap within the inner of his gauntlet caused Reyla's fluttering tail to jitter slightly, most would not see such actions due to how quick the action was. Hugh included and pulled out a thin yet slightly long piece of paper while smiling somewhat, this paper was kept to show if a person has accepted a quest, given out sometimes these slips are used by the quest givers to insure if people like adventurers have accepted them properly, Hugh doesn't know how or what their made of though. Could be the work of a scribe.
Aimlessly pilfering the paper from his hand, the fox woman shone the item towards some sunlight to check if proper markings are recorded, after a couple of seconds of intense staring who Hugh patiently waited the vixen gave a light smirk and rested both bosom as well as elbows onto the counter,. "Well, I rarely do this kind of quest but it would seem I've got myself a keeper! We should wait before revealing my baby so stand guard for me okay~?" Hugh got the impression he was being hit on by how she moved around, even tucking in the slip of paper he kept in-between them before looking up again to check his gaze. However the case, Hugh didn't really play along, more so he was interested in her swaying tail enough the guy started to sway his own head slightly, prompting a small snicker and a mumbled comment.
Nevertheless Hugh broke out of that little spell with a slight sigh, doing what the shop owner said and stood guard beside the counter, facing the door with Reyla. His staff lightly dangling around his back because he could only find string to tie the tall thing around his person so it won't fall off. To lighten the mood a bit before everything goes grows to silence, Hugh botched some kind of question as he crossed his arms "So how many of us you pulled already?" the attempt surprised the Fox-tail somewhat it would seem because all she did was look towards the taller cleric with only a small agaped mouth before quickly correcting herself while waving one of her before crossed arms side-to-side, sighing slightly at first but still answered nevertheless, "You lot are really something I tell you! Of all the years I've lived, these new adventurers are quite the scared or privileged bunch aren't you?" An expected answer after not so long ago between the riots. Still surprised a woman like her is giving towards us adventurers, still appreciated in any regard.
"Well, I don't know about the others out there, nor how many there are or will be, but I can be certain of one thing. I'll try to help wherever I can, if that helps people's opinion of me then it's a plus but I still have a job to do, yours for example!" Hugh replied with kind, a slight, strong smile gave way while looking towards the shopkeeper. Before she could answer of answered however, the bell at the door had rung yet again. Fresh Meat.
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Post by Fallout on Oct 31, 2016 0:07:38 GMT
Fall’s week had been pretty dreadful so far, he had created a list of things to collect. So far, none of it had been found. It all came down to one thing, no cash. Regardless the druid pushed on, to his final stop. The Fancy Vixen, a weapons store recommended to him by Sakura. She did warn Fall however, stating that the owner can be very pushy at times. This shouldn’t be a problem as Axton simply planned to pick up a pole-arm. A back up weapon in case his mana ever ran out, which would be likely as his planned journey would be a long one. ‘Okay, at least it’s a quiet day. Nice calm streets and a cool breeze, just what I needed after yesterday’s stress. Im learning my way around, which is another bonus.’ Strolling down the street, he cracked his knuckles. Doing his best to not get lost in thought, a problem that happened to often. Thankfully, his destination had been spotted. The weapon store was just down the road, Fall knew very little about this place. He did know that it had a variety of weapons, which should mean a variety of prices. Hopefully cheap. ‘Okay, if this girl doesn’t have any items I’m just going to have to go on this journey empty handed. Nothing I cant handle, just gotta be smart about it. Retreat when needed, nothing wrong with falling back. Hmm, the Fancy Vixen. Doesn’t look that fancy’Stood outside the door, Fall could hear chatter coming from the inside. Placing his hand on the door, he opened it slowly. The sound of a bell brought silence as he peered inside to see two strangers, he walked and was greeted with a stare. The first stranger was a fox tail, golden long hair and a cheeky grin. From the description Sakura gave this must be the shop owner. The second was a wolf hair, a cleric from the looks. Dark skinned and very tall, with hair nearly as messy as the druids own. “Hello there fellow healer.” Fall gave the cleric a bow before meeting the shop keeper. “You must be Reyla, I’m looking to purchase a spear. What is the cheapest item you have in stock?” Fall asked the happy looking fox. “Ooh, a very fine choice. Here let me show you my one of a kind product, whilst low in price I can assure you this is far from cheap.” The foxtail with a prideful voice bragged about her wares, reaching under her counter she pulled out a generic looking spear. “150 gold for this lovely spear. Simple, sharp and to the point.” A large grin formed across her face. “Sorry, but it seems I can’t afford your cheapest. Good day” He apologised to the shop keeper, a small sigh left his mouth. “Come on, only 150 gold” She pestered the druid. “I don’t have the gold” Repeating his statement. “But it’s…” She tried to push her item once again. “No” Once again repeating his answer. ‘Jesus Christ, would you take a hint’“Okay, so you need gold. Then how about you join my friend here on his quest, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you tagging along.” She said, walking over to point out the man patiently waiting. “If he is okay with me joining then I’m up for it, always willing to lend a hand to my fellow healers.” Fall walked over to the man and went to shake his hand. “The name is Fall, and if you would be so kind as to grant me permission to join you on this quest I would be very grateful” As he finished his sentence the bell on the door rang, a guardian stood in the doorway. ‘Will we have a crowd?’
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Post by Saskia on Oct 31, 2016 1:34:43 GMT
Guardian - Cavalier - Blacksmith ____________________________________________________ Sapphire eyes shined like sparkling gemstones as Saskia snapped at the reins gently. She watched as merchants alongside the streets offered up their goods and services for coin. Adventurers in shrouded cloaks began to gather and form parties. Summoners and druids could be seen showing off their summons as excited chatter filled the streets.
The lone horsewoman had not been in this world long, but she was slowly growing more aware of the games mechanics. It was proving to be a tough transition from the world of a glamorous celebrity to having to immerse oneself fully into a video game.
Her baggy eyes rested on the vision of a sign indicating a fork in the road. She felt exhausted, but the insomnia would not leave her be. Stress and worry were now the things her spirit succumbed to as she yearned to be in the real world once again, sleeping atop fluffy pillows and picking out outfits for her tiny shitzu.
Taking a moment to navigate her way through the city, she turned right along a cobblestone trail that led into a well-lit alley. She felt the light patter of an empty gold pouch against her thigh. Her funds were absorbed quickly from days at the inn and purchasing meals at the diner. Her motivation to complete quests was solely to afford what little sleep and nourishment she could to maintain her sanity.
As she approached, a gust of wind made the shop sign quiver, and as she read the name of the store, she knew she was at the right place.
A solemn expression adorned across her face, she pulled at the reigns and her horse let out a soft whine.
"Easy, Icarus.." She whispered gently as she combed her slender fingers through the beasts golden hair. As she dismounted, she retrieved her spear and great shield that was strapped to the bags nestled on the back of her horse.
Clad in platemail, the warrior pushed forth the doors and noticed the shopkeeper was not alone, but had company.
"Oh, a proud warrior such as yourself shouldn't be carrying around such a twig of a spear! Surely you've come to have a fine look at our wares here at the Fancy Vixen, right?"
Saskia seemed not to be phased by the woman's quip at her meager weapon. She understood that she had greater weapons in her arsenal now that would serve to be useful during most of the beginning levels. Having taken comfort in that fact, she waved a dismissive hand at the shopkeeper.
"I have many spears already. I appreciate your consideration, but I am hear on busi-.." Saskia replied before being interrupted.
"Well, how about a fine sword or perhaps you'd like to bash in boar skulls with a spiked mace?" The fox tail cooed coercively.
"As satisfying as I am sure that might sound, I am only here to make my living. It is my understanding that you have a potential 'mishap' that you require assistance with. " Saskia suggested as she gazed over to the two other men standing in the room. Both with wild and unkempt hair on their avatars.
"Oh, yes, these two were just about to help me with that. I have a sword I just made, but I need to test the durability of it. I fear I might not have heated the steel properly and I can't have people thinking we give poor service here!"
Saskia nodded as she pulled out a canteen and sipped from it. She took a moment to eyeball the other two.
"Are any of you two able to handle a sword well? If not, I can use it." Saskia said in a warm and friendly tone, though she appeared tired. She then turned her head to Reyla. "Oh, and maybe in the future, you can sell me some materials. I am also an aspiring smithy!"
"Sure thing, but don't try to be stealing my customers, mkay?" The Fox tail said with a wag of her fingers.
"That settles it. We should head out soon, gentlemen. My name is Hope by the way." She greeted them with a handshake, although her in game name read "Saskia". She wasn't quite used to it yet.
She began to wonder if they would notice her uncanny resemblance in features and voice to be exactly like the popstar celebrity that was pretty popular in London and other English speaking countries. Perhaps, it wouldn't be so easy to recognize her adorned in that thick platemail armor. The pink cotton candy haired wolf hairpushed aside a strand of pink from her face as she smiled at the gentlemen.
" I'll follow you two. " Saskia would then follow them to whichever destination they went while riding her ivory steed at a steady gait beside them. "By the way, I'm a Guardian, and you two are...?"
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Post by Lowblow on Oct 31, 2016 17:00:19 GMT
Cleric - Farmer - Blacksmith ____________________________________________________ A reached out hand without guard came towards Hugh's line of sight, a fidgety fellow who'd give away the sense of doubt among other things. The farmer didn't take his hand and merely stared at the other customer where Relya, thought this armed woman was a local. The lack of sleep isn't hard to miss on either of them, Hugh himself can attest to the horrible living conditions some of the adventurers have to face, some even were asked to sleep outside the city ground where'd they proceeded to die by normal mobs and be kicked to the church steps during respawn. It wasn't order that held this city up this very moment but fear of the other side. Hugh scoffed at the thought this place is just comparable to the medieval ages of old England, an apt comparison for now anyway.
Upon the mention of the weapon to smithing to names and classes, Hugh stood straight up yet once more and looked down from his bushed hair into his would-be companions. "I'll take it, for now anyway. Miss Oka-" cutted off by the vixen herself, "Yep! I'll grab it now!" she was too excited it would seem to others, though her personality did change like a mask Hugh didn't want to pry anything else from the earlier conversation. Her shop, her rules.
With a simple skip around the counter and the pulling a clothed covered something underneath, Reyla unwrapped the clean sword and with the trained nose of a wolf, Hugh smelt the iron used to create the blade of what looks to be a gladius. From the etched spherical pommel to the slow iron bands around the blade's sheath, the weapon was simple but finely crafted. If anything, this sword was already ready to be sold but it would seem that either the fox was immensely meticulous to detail, or she just had another reason. Nevertheless Hugh reached towards to grab a hold of the sheath, noticing a slight twitch on one of Reyla's long fingers she had placed onto the counter, caution.
Hugh on the other hand didn't make anything of the slight movement as it could of been anything, settling to just pry the blade from it's resting cloth bed and clipping the sheath onto his belt. An almost practised fashion since his college days was full of experimentation, he has used a sword before but not much, it would be better to use a mace or something similar like the paladins from another MMO he enjoyed. Turning away with the weapon, Hugh parted some of his hair so his amber eyes could be seen, they were steady and stone-like, almost at peace. "Let's get there before it hits midday, we'll gonna have a bad day if this go's through the night..." The plated man said before unharnessing his staff. "Here, 「 Cure」." With a tamp onto the ground, a silent light shone from the oaken staff where Hugh felt somewhat drained even more but still gave both his companions a little boost for the road ahead. "This could deal with some of the insomnia, not much but let's go already".
Hugh started to trudge away towards the door, beside Hope his hand grasped the knob where his looked slightly upward from the door handle. "Tagname is Lowblow. Cleric." With a slight push, he waved his staff a little to speak a silent goodbye to Reyla before entering the outside world. He waited for the others beside a horse for the next action to take.
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Post by Fallout on Nov 1, 2016 10:41:04 GMT
A woman stood in the doorway, a guarding. The most obvious feature was her long pink hair, it reminded Fall of someone he met earlier in the week. Though this pink haired warrior carried a heavy set of platemail, similar to the previous guardian he met. Fall felt a strange sense of Déjà vu. However, he brushed this off as mere coincidence. She overall had a rather friendly appearance, however Fall ignored this until he knew more about her. Before the druid could even ponder the thought of talking to her, Reyla decided to push what was meant to be his spear onto the poor woman. ‘Yep, Déjà vu. I’ve definitely experienced this situation before, I’m starting to think I should have just stayed in the forest away from all this chaos. Oooh well, not much more I can do know.’ His sarcastic thoughts went on. As he snapped out of his day dream it appeared that Reyla had given up, he just about made out her name to be Hope. An uncommon name, certainly the first Hope he had ever met. “Welcome to the team Hope, it will be helpful to have a tank around. Clerics and Druids aren’t well known for their sword wielding abilities.” Whilst Fall was introducing himself to the new team member, its seemed that his messy haired partner was sorting out the sword. The druid didn’t need to look to know that the Cleric was being given a hard time, from the sound of things Reyla was being a little snatchy. Something that didn’t surprise Fall. Turning around, he got a good look at the blade. It looked similar to that of a Gladius sword, its large pommel and tapered spear point blade. Fall had never been a fan of these blades, they always seemed to be a bit more of a fashion statement rather than practical. But at the end of the day he wasn’t going to be the one using, or at least he hopes he isn’t. His messy haired partner wanted to get there before dark, a wise choice. Fall hasn’t had experience with creatures during night time, so he wouldn’t know what to expect. His assumption would more dangerous creatures would emerge at once the sun has set, regardless he didn’t want to find out. The Cleric summoned a strange orb of light which vanished after a couple of seconds, and signalled for his team to leave. At long last the druid found out his name, Lowblow. ‘That’s….a strange name to have…’
Fall waved his goodbye to Reyla, before following following Low out the door. “Be back soon Reyla, don’t hassle anyone till we get back. Okay?” Fall teased the foxtail. “I DON’T HASSLE PEOPLE! I just let them know of my quality goods, like a good business does.” She screamed as the door shut. Despite the night growing ever closer, the team should have enough time to find some targets and get back. This road was fairly lifeless, a couple of landers carrying crates and shopping baskets. To the north of the weapon store was a regular boar hunting ground, a common place for adventurers to practise hunting. ‘Things in Londinium can dye out fast, one minute you can’t see five metres ahead of you and then suddenly everyone is gone. But that’s a good thing, just makes travelling less noisy’
“So, are we gonna head to the boar hunting grounds or have you got something else in mind? And would either of you two also happen to have mount’s? If you did it would cut travel time significantly, I’m pretty sure I heard you approach on a horse Hope” Fall questioned Low and the guardian, unsure if he would get a response from the rather quiet character.
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Post by Saskia on Nov 2, 2016 0:12:36 GMT
Guardian - Cavalier - Blacksmith ____________________________________________________ Tact and common courtesy seemed to be a failing quality in the two gentleman as they rescinded her courteous greeting. With a sneering gaze, she retracted her hand and dusted it off in disgust on her platemail. It seemed that the bronze skin man was a bit more standoffish type of brute, from the stature of the walking behemoth and his heavy looking platemail, she figured him to be a guardian like herself. However, one thing stood out as an anomaly; the tall staff the warrior had tied around his back.
It reminded her of the weapon that Morgan used in one of her favorite TV shows she would binge watch for hours. Morgan trained in a non-lethal martial art called Aikaido, which focused on redirecting enemies attacks back towards them. She began to wonder if the man was going for some form of armored monk, similiar to the kung-fu movies she would watch occasionally.
She watched as the grunt opted for taking up the blade. He seemed to be quite anxious to get his hands on the sword, but the pink haired wolf was just happy that the sword was somebody else's responsibility. 'I'm not taking the blame for any broken merchandise from shifty merchants...' She thought as folded her arms and reclined against the wall, waiting for them to be done.
The blonde haired man welcomed her warmly at least as he explained their respective duties. However, it seemed that he failed to mention his name.
"Thank you, Fallout..is it?" She blinked curiously at his name tag. "Sounds like one of those video games my ex-boyfriend used to play..." She then began to shift her fingers across the air as her interactive menu display popped up. "I'll try my best to be an asset to the team." She stated reassuringly as she scrolled through a tiny list of accessories and equipped [Harden's Ring] , [Harden's Bracelet], and a [Necklace of Faith] .
Those items provided a small boost to her guardian skills and may prove useful on the battlefield. As a Guardian, she understood it was her duty to come to every battle prepared. As her cousin stated, her role in the game was a heavy burden. She tried to steady her nerves as she knew impending pain was inevitably headed her way.
The stalwart figure mentioned the need for haste to reach the destination in a timely matter before the group met unsavory conditions on the battlefield. Perhaps the man knew something she didn't.
"I agree.." She nodded confidently with a tired expression, trying to mask her naivety on matters of the game. She didn't want to lose confidence from her peers in the simple matter of a level one quest.
However, she would receive divine retribution as the Cleric casted cure and showered her in a heavenly white glow. Strangely enough she felt a soothing sensation wash away the stress and tension around her eyes and across her back and shoulders. The rejuvenating feeling erased the mental fatigue she was enduring as she gave him a nod of affirmation and a thumbs up of approval.
"If only our doctors were so good in the real world. "
The sturdy giant mentioned his name to the rest of the team. 'Lowblow...why does the first thought that comes to mind is him sucker punching someone in the [explicit]...'
"Good meeting you, Doctor Advil..." Saskia smirked. Meanwhile, it seemed Fall was exchanging a teasing goodbye to the fox tail merchant as she headed off.
Saskia waved at the the Fox tail with a pair of fingers and strolled out the door behind Lowblow.
His heavy footsteps almost made Saskia feel a bit wary, but she appreciated having the two of them by her side. At least now she had twice the security that she wouldn't die.
Saskia looked up at the heavy gentleman, then to the blonde haired male when he mentioned mounts. Saskia didn't know if he was implying that they should 'horsepool' together. She wasn't sure if she felt so comfortable having another male so close up on her while riding along bumpy trails.
"Hmm...perhaps..." She contemplated as she held a eerie looking mystical whistle that was shaped in the form of a skull. "We might need something a little bigger if any of you are going to ride with me...just remember, personal space.."
As she whistled for her horse, a gallant ivory steed galloped over with brilliant platinum blonde hair and let out a whine.
"Easy, boy.." Saskia smiled, as she hopped atop the horse. Saskia smirked mischievously. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Hop on, we've got boars to fight!"
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EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Spear ABILITIES USED: None. Post Theme Song:The Painting
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Post by Lowblow on Nov 4, 2016 16:15:19 GMT
Cleric - Farmer - Blacksmith ____________________________________________________ The farmer lightly sighed by the sight of the scattered populace around the shop, it would seem Reyla mostly gets adventurers as customers by how their conversation went. She definitely is a luxurious little fox, but if my snooping to collect information is correct: then every foxtail has abit of BANG in this world Hugh thought as his platemail clinked around by his walking down the shop steps. He wasn't good a sneaking around but pubs that would let adventurers in certainly had moronic/loud people blasting their success, legends and folklore around whenever they had the chance while alcohol kept their clapper flapping.
"I don't have nor need one, the trek towards the boar grounds are not so far north but if we're going to stress test this thing. We need to cut more then just that". The farmer pointed towards his left side, if one took a great gander then the people behind him can see his tattoo, a tribute towards his father mostly but the big baby certainly felt like doing a little jig inside his room when noticing body marking were still an option without picking the ritual race, no matter if it was alot limited then before.
While addressing his opinion, the healer patted the sheathed sword in aforementioned before taking a strong, semi-fast pace towards the already noted location. With a light glance downward to his staff, the cleric decided to use it much like a hiking stick lightly, holding not the top part but where some engravings start to slowly be slicing into the wood. Still old and crappy looking enough to warrant a possible change sooner rather then later, better look into people who use the woodcraftsmen crafting class and ask for a special order, the shops are still a bit too expensive for Hugh at this rate.
Noticing how far he's already gone without even looking back to check on his friends, Hugh slightly glanced behind to make sure they were fine. "You have the mounts so let me ask, have you all bothered to memorise the city layout?", it would be interesting on how much both of them know about this place. Could get something or another out of them while this quest plays out.
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Post by Fallout on Nov 5, 2016 18:11:34 GMT
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My Grumpy Wolf and Me Fall was glad to hear that Hope also had a mount, but was a little confused as to why Low didn’t accept the offer of a free ride. The cleric had decided the journey wasn’t long enough to bother with mounts. Whilst annoyed at this, Axton wouldn’t bother to argue with his decision. Low simply patted the sheathed sword and pulled out his walking stick, he began walking just like a stereo typical wizard would. Dwelling on the thought of just riding there, Axton decided it probably wasn’t best to abandon the Cleric. Fall watched as Low continued his walk down the streets, with a heavy sigh and a yawn followed his lead. ‘Why you can’t just get on a horse is beyond me, you gotta make life difficult don’t ya. Oh well, Im still using my mount.’With that Fall pulled a whistle from his inventory and blew it, summoning his loyal wolf mount. A stubborn faced wolf stood by his side, waiting for instructions. “You’re still grumpy, why? Are you hungry? Are you sick? Meh, forget it. Let’s go catch up with Gandalf over there.” Fall questioned in a hushed voice before jumping on the back of his ride. Pointing his staff towards forward, he signaled his mount to follow. The Cleric gave a quick glance back, probably checking to make sure his team members were following. He couldn’t help but notice Low’s tattoo, whilst Axton’s were random his seemed to have a meaning behind it. Fall brought his wolf to the cleric’s side, keeping it at his walking pace. Naturally riding a wolf was not an everyday site for the landers, so he got a good few glances. But nothing he cared to much about. Low questioned Fall’s and Hope’s understanding of the Londiniums layout, which was one with a long backstory. “I know my way around the lower class area pretty well, I went through there on my first days. Despite its bad name it’s a nice area. Most people there are on the same boat so there isn’t much judgment, unlike the upper class area’s where it mostly competition. I also know my way to all the basic land marks, including the boar hunting grounds. I’ve already hunted there with a different group, but that’s as far as it goes.” Fall explained how far his knowledge of Londinium went. Despite lacking any real idea on where to go, he always seemed to find his way. “If it weren’t for my mount here I would never have been able to get around, despite being a grumpy thing I do love him.” Fall gave his mount a pat on the side, the wolf still unresponsive. ‘You are not exactly making me look good in front of the overs, always making me look like an abusive owner.’ A yawn came from the druid. “I spent my first couple days in Windsor Greatwoods, in an attempt to escape the riots I ran there without thinking. Set me back real badly, didn’t know the layout or how anything worked. But thanks to Grumpy my journey times were quartered, allowing me to catch up. God those first days were horrible, for some reason the landers and guards always seemed to have it out for me, but once again thanks to Grumpy here I managed to make it. I could always just ride away, never could go wrong with a tactical retreat.” He reached down and scratched behind the wolf’s ears, pausing for a second to remember the moments. “I know he looks grumpy, but trust me he is actually very happy. Swear to god, one day I will learn to understand him” Axton then realised he went on a bit of a ramble, slightly embarrassed he tried to tried to bring the conversation to the other two. “So, what did you guys do during your first days? Run around and join in the riots or fall back? Also, nice tattoo Low, didn’t know anyone apart for Rituals could have tattoos.” He pointed his staff to Low’s side.
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Post by Saskia on Nov 7, 2016 1:19:03 GMT
Guardian - Cavalier - Blacksmith ____________________________________________________ A stubborn streak seemed to flow from the Cleric as he seemed to want to be far removed from hopping on anyone’s mount, despite the obvious ability to expedite the quest had he just went along with them. Perhaps the man did not share a love for animals or was just keen on the healthy exercise of walking. As he proceeded to walk on, he appeared to look as a wise sage or perhaps a Buddhist monk walking out into a zen garden. He seemed to be tranquil and calm as he walked in a moderate stride. Her other companion had summoned his very own wolf mount, which though seemed like a very unrealistic beast for a person to interact with, Saskia knew was a great companion to have for transportation and in battle. The blonde haired warrior seemed to be pretty involved and attached to caring for his animal, which Saskia looked positively upon him for it. Usually people with toxic personalities cared nothing for their mounts and only saw them as a means to an end. Saskia chuckled as Fall called the oversized cleric Gandalf as she recalled the epic legend of lord of the rings, which she enjoyed so much. “Oh, lord of the rings! I love that movie. Samwise was my favorite character. He was such a good friend to Frodo! I actually cried during a few of his scenes where he refused to leave his friends side. Oh, and Aragorn and Legolas. They were the coolest ones. Remember with Legolas and the dwarf were fighting over who got the most kills and Legolas took down the whole elephant and the dwarf gives him crap about it?” Saskia chuckles as she imitates gimli’s dwarven charms. “Well, that still only counts as one!” Saskia broke into laughter as Icarus trotted along. Then, it seemed the cleric actually took enough of an interest to make conversation with them as well, this time asking about the intel around the city that they were able to find. As Fall responded first, Saskia felt content to let the men do the talking while she tuned in and admired the scenery.
The blonde haired warrior mentioned the living amidst the Windsor greatwoods to escape the riots which triggered thoughts of Saskia’s traumatized experience. She hated discussing the topic of the riots. It was overall just a time where Saskia remembered being very afraid, abused, and mistreated by others and being pulled away from her lifestyle living in the lap of luxury. She never live so far below the poverty line, and having to be in the same class as the locals was a different feeling in it’s entirety. She tried to relinquish the thought and listen to fall as he continued to talk about his adventures with his wolf and seemed to be a genuine pet lover. Unfortunately, the conversation steered in the direction that Saskia feared it would go as the druid wanted to find out how they’re first days went and then went on about Low’s tattoo.
“Well, I’ll answer Lowblow’s question, since he asked first. “I’m very familiar with the local market districts and spent most of my time trying to earn the merchants and entrepreneurs of the city. It’s just what feels familiar to me. Even in the real world, I understood the value of holding good rapport with the merchant class and other influential individuals. Something like that definitely goes a long way and has it’s perks if a person wants to move up in this society. “ Saskia smiled gracefully as her horse continued it’s gallant stride. “I’ve also been to Pattington station. Did you know it connects to the forest and other towns and territories father away from here. I’ve heard from the landers that there’s a beach somewhere near a place called Thames…might be worth looking into if you guys like the beach.” Saskia then frowns as she lingers over her thoughts of the first days. “Hmm..The first days…were definitely rough. I was stranded alone in a foreign world, ripped of my status in the modern world. I was a music idol in England. It might be hard to tell in this hunk of armor, but I’m Cherry Blossom. I did a few world tours when I performed my virtual seduction album. It’s pretty viral on youtube. “ Saskia then continued on. “So my first day when the riots occurred, I ran into this group of stragglers. Survivors trying to get away from the riot. A werecat who’s gamer name was Spades, but he called himself Mac and a wolf hair who’s in game name was Rebutia, but went by Ruby. The werecat looked injured as he limped along, and the wolf hair let him lean on her shoulder to walk. Being a good citizen, I try to tell them that we have to get away from the riots and get the guy to a hospital. Next thing I know the werecat says if I say he needs to go to a hospital again, that he will make sure I’m the next one to die. Right then, my heart sank. I tried to tell him to not make threats on my life, but then he chokes me and pushes me in front of him, threatening to kick me to the ground and stomp me out if I didn’t keep moving. I was afraid and looked to that werecat for help, but it turns out that she was just his accomplice and the two seemed to work together. Once the riots got worse, they abandoned me to save their own skins…” Saskia sighed with a look of depression and it became apparent that she was very hurt over the situation.
INVENTORY
EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Spear ABILITIES USED: None. Post Theme Song:The Painting
TAGS: Lowblow Fallout
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Post by Lowblow on Nov 8, 2016 18:54:38 GMT
Cleric - Farmer - Blacksmith ____________________________________________________ At least they complied nicely, Hugh thought as they passed by house after house smoothly. The day was young but soon enough their goal was in sight passed the gates of the city, it didn't take much time for them to get there but the little information more or less became fact-checking due to nothing really being new, "memorising the land wasn't hard. Gotta remember the turns, central points, meet-up zones and alleyways in case things get dicey within the city". Hugh's vision met with Fallout's build, he looked more of an assassin type character who was tailored for speed but due to the fact many of the residents were higher levels then just about all players, it isn't hard for most of the populace to catch up to us.
Thinking this Hugh started to feel a little sorry for Fallout, deciding to answer his question as a way to connect with him. "I didn't do much, just dragged the injured into secure locations and helped them get patched up...that and had to kill a couple adventurers, cocky S.O.Bs" He grunted in minor irritation, we didn't really bring much of a great example and the people who were under this cleric's care sure didn't seemed grateful after everything was over. In the end, nothing really was gained from it so he decided not to help the arrogant and the lying folk who'd do the same again. He wasn't afraid to stick up for what he believed what was right however the situation is, Hugh was as stubborn as they come.
"In the case with my tattoo, it was in remembrance of my father, may he rest in peace" Hugh bent his head down slightly in a manner like he was praying, in a way this action fitted his class the most then anything else.
The talking lead the three past the gate and into a small open meadow that contained quite the plethora of boars. From small leveled, lazy boars to the more stout and strong leader variants but it was lucky for them for most of the boars became quite spread out. Letting the three to pick what kind of enemy to aggro without kiting the nearby ones with ease, it'll take some kind of special idiot to screw this kind of quest, that is for certain!
"It would seem we've reached our goal faster then I noticed" A complete lie but it could help for the aftermath, perhaps after some team fighting the group let in on something interesting? (Other then the minor fact of Hugh talking to a surprise real idol or something. Yeah, Hugh just kind of ignored that fact and simply grunted in affirmation).
"Saskia should start the aggro, pick a small enemy and guide it away a little more in case the animals have a hive mind bonus..." Being careful right of the bat is better then being unprepared.
INVENTORY
EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Staff ABILITIES USED: N/A Post Theme Song: Time and Tide Note: Sorry for the wait! Is this good pacing?
TAGS: Fallout . Saskia
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Post by Fallout on Nov 13, 2016 13:32:31 GMT
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It didn’t come as a surprise to Fall that Saskia and Low had a hard time during their first days, it was expected. He had never met an adventurer who hadn’t had a first days, and how could someone not? Many adventurers were forced to do things they otherwise wouldn’t, a catalyst for chaos. Saskia explained about her experience with a stragglers, followed by betrayal. A topic Fall could not contribute to, he hasn’t been close to other players since being stuck in Elder Tale. Low on the other hand had spent his time trying to help others, as well as puting some down. The three companions have all had very different experiences, but somehow ended up in the exact same place. Low had explained his tattoo’s origin, a tribute to his father.
‘Hmmm, must have been a good man. Kinda wish I had a reason to remember my parents, but I guess fate can be cruel like that. But that’s all in the past, no reason why I can’t restart here.’
After a couple minutes of silence the group had reached their destination, the same field he’d previously went to. Bringing his mount to a stop, Fall left him a couple feet back so he wouldn’t get targeted. Walking to the edge of the field, he stood beside Low.
“Came here less than a week ago, honestly didn’t think I would stick round long enough to come back” He explained, as his plans to leave Londinium were long overdue.
The field was exactly the way he remembered it, except there wasn’t a monk styled bard going head first into battle. Low had stated that Hope should agro a small enemy and bring it out, however Fall had a much easier idea. The same plan he had used before.
“Allow me.” Axton raised his staff and summoned his familiar wolf, still no higher than his knee’s. Scanning the field, Fall singled out a young boar that had wondered to far from it’s group. His wolf’s head lowered and ears folded back, before dashing toward the target. The wolf circled its target like a shark, causing agro, whilst be far enough away not to agro others. Axton’s familiar then retreat, with the boar following in pursuit. The wolf lead the boar towards the adventurers, charging head on into a trap. [Willow Spirit] vines sprouted from the ground, entangling the enemy. Once bound in place, the wolf circled back around at high speeds.
“Whilst my wolf may not be good at one on one combat, it’s incredible speed make it good a luring enemies into traps. It’s also not too bad at hit and runs, though I’m hoping as I level up it will get stronger with me” Axton’s wolf was his main method of dealing damage, currently he didn't have a method of dealing high damage. Once again, singling out a second lone boar his familiar lead it towards the group. As it got closer the wolf turned away, stopped and grabbed the scruff of the small boar. In the process, the tusk of the boar had dealt some damage to his wolf, but nothing lethal. Axtons familiar held the young one in place, whilst the other struggled against the vines.
“Care to finish them off, Hope?” Fall said, pointing toward the trapped enemies.
OOC NOTES: Tags- Saskia Lowblow / Words-555 / Notes-I'm sorry for the long wait, I've been extremely busy with university. / Music- link / Quest- link / Quest Permission- link
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