Fantasy ＡＰＯＴＨＥＯＳＩＳ※ ＯＮＬＩＮＥ

[Brinie]

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  Apotheosis is a unique helmet that allows the wearer to simulate life. It answered the prayers of people around the world, they would no longer have to live their mundane life, where they are poor, sad and lonely. They could mold themselves in to the person they always wanted to be, from looks, to personality. It was a device to relax and escape the harsh trivialities of life. Naturally, there were many who opposed its integration in to the world. It would create sociopaths, people can recreate murder, torture, and anything they could possibly imagine, it was like having a lucid dream that lasted as long as you wanted it to. Those who were curious about this new technology existed in greater numbers than those who opposed it. The price of the device dropped and dropped until the everyday apartment dweller could purchase it without having to worry about what they would be eating for the next month. Soon the technology developed to the point where people were capable of linking together their thoughts, and sharing this lucid state. Even those whom opposed the technology soon became hooked, other forms of entertainment were annihilated, by the craze that apotheosis stirred up.
  

• Multiple billion dollar corporations rushed to profit off of this while the technology was still new. Surprisingly, an indie game company, called Jinn Tech was the first to develop a real use for this technology. They only had one other game to their name, a simple 2D single player RPG where the player played an angel that had to slay a multitude of demons. Their new game was no different, the name was simple, they called it Apotheosis online, naming it after the technology that allowed its creation. Players flocked to it like moths to a flame. They had to expand the starting area to nearly 100 times its original size within the first week because of all of the crowding. The player could pick between several classes, priest, mage, knight, assassin, and archer. There were also a multitude of crafting skills they could invest in, Blacksmithing, Jewel Crafting, Cooking, Alchemy and Enchanting. A death in the game was permanent, meaning, you would have to create a new character after death. For that reason, a majority of the players just enjoyed civil life within the major cities and bars, flirting and laughing with their customized faces and bodies. Some took darker paths, there were multiple individuals that derived pleasure from murdering people. Some even made an art of it, decorating the crime scene with their victims appendages. It was called sinful and addictive, it was no coincidence that the unemployment rate nearly double within the first month of release. The media of course, was quick to inform those they could, to stay away. They weren't wrong.
  

• Three months after the games release, something terrifying occurred. A voice from the sky that called themselves God cursed the sinners that played the game. Their minds were segmented from reality, they were damned to lose their mind to Apotheosis, or have their physical bodies rot from starvation. The lucky ones still had people that cared for them in the real world, the unlucky ones were cursed to rot in their chair, without even getting a fair fight. In order to restore their lives, they would have to transcend Babel, the hardest map in the game. No party has even succeed in passing the first map, Mount Hermon. Sadly, that is not the only hurdle. Humans are naturally selfish, there are guilds dedicated to player-killing, and stealing. Regardless of that, there are still several ambitions individuals who still wish to transcend Babel, and reclaim their natural lives. The largest and most ambitious guild, Arcadia is preparing a large party to pass Mount Hermon. They are currently attempting to recruit people for this dangerous task. Arcadia is forging alliances with every guild that is willing to aid them, but there are still quite a few skeptics out there. Even free lancers are allowed to partake in this brave task, so long as they are willing to risk their lives.
  

 

[Brinie]

GM POST #1

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Orilon

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The famed guild arcadia is throwing a festival in the bustling town of Orilon! The festival is meant to honor their upcoming raid against Mount Hermon. They are confident that they will be able to clear the map, beat the boss, and unlock the next zone. Everyone from any background is invited to participate in the festivals, which include a feast, dancing, and an exciting mystery event!


The day is still relatively young, and the sun is just now rising over apotheosis online. Which means that security is at high in the quint little city, which means no stray monsters from should Mount Hermon will be getting through!

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  ?Mount Hermon is a huge mountainous zone with many dangerous enemies. The danger level increases as you come closer to the caverns. The area is filled with orcs, goblins, and Minotaurs. It is recommended that you travel with someone you trust when crossing this region, as if you travel alone you will be easy pickings for bandits. There are several mini bosses that wonder the land. The final area boss awaits any challengers within the deepest parts of the caverns.
  
  Monster Levels: 1 - 3
  

(Here's how GM post are going to work, once everyone has posted at least once, I will write up a post describing things that are going on around the characters. This can include anything from a thieve stealing one of your items, an experienced player giving you a hand out, or just a silly random attraction. It will make more sense after I post the first real GM post, but this one essentially is just notifying everyone that it is opened, and it also gives you some options as to what you want to do for your first post! )


@Namie


@Gospeller


@PKCV2


@EverlastingLife


@Senpapi

 

[Namie]

Solomon stood on a hill-like outlook. She could see Mount Hermon from where she stood. She gazed on towards the large mountain containing ghouls and demons of all kinds. The world she lived in now, Apotheosis, was a scary place filled with the things of myth and that once she would have only found in a video game. Now, she was in that game trapped like everyone else.


Solomon had been patrolling the area between Mount Hermon and Orilon with the intention of collecting intel on enemy movements and investigating some attacks. So far her walk from the foreland of Mount Hermon to the immediate area of Orilon had been easygoing. Only two bandits had made an appearance and she had taken them out with sneaky fire attacks from the blindside. All is fair in war. Also, she hadn't seen many mobs except the average amount and hadn't taken the initiative to fight them. Her only intention was to see how everything was in preparation for the raid on Mount Hermon. Plus, there was no reason to take risks. She turned away from the sight and restarted her journey back to Orilon.


One Day Later || Early Morning || The Start of The Festival in Orilon

Solomon checked out of the inn she had taken residence in since her arrival last night in the early hours. Her feet had ached and her body had felt heavy. She slept till late and now the festival was in full swing albeit really only getting started since it would probably continue for a day or two more. She was sure that her client was peeved about her lateness. Solomon exited the inn and walked towards the town tavern. People crowded the streets and some were well on the way to shit-faced. A warrior man murmured sweet nothings in an archer's ear. Her responding giggle was feminine and sweet. Further down the street the sounds of a minstrel playing his instrument could be heard. The sound was pleasant and reminded her of home. Her brother would often play tunes on his guitar, although his didn't sound like medieval bar music. His had more of a country-pop sound to it. She smiled and continued past the minstrel into the bar behind him.


The bar was just as crowded as the streets outside except there was a different vibe inside. These players were clearly part of the guild system as most of them crowded around with similar players. Sometimes it was obvious as some wore the symbol of their guild on their armor but some you could just tell by attitude. She moved towards a small table in the back, one of the very few left, and sat down keeping her back to the wall. She could see a few with the Laughing Moon logo and she eyed them. They were notorious for being ruthless and part of her admired them, the other part was wary with good reason to be. A large part of the crowd appeared to be from Arcadia and the second largest seemed to be Elvenguard. Both guilds had the same goal but a different approach. Although she had only met friendly faces from both of those guilds. As she searched for the other major guild, she was interrupted by a familiar face.


"You're late!" The accusation was followed with a flick to her forehead. Solomon scowled and glared at the older woman. "Oi, Verona." Solomon growled. The woman had her hands on her hips and was giving Solomon her best glare although it was betrayed by her smirk. "Don't take that tone with me. I was expecting you last night. What happened?" Verona scolded. Solomon shrugged and waved over a waitress as Verona took the seat across from her. Verona was clad in her usual heavy armor. For an older woman, and as motherly as she was, Verona was no joke in battle. She was often called the fortress and was a prominent information broker in this new world. "Well?" Verona prompted as the waitress arrived. Solomon shushed her and spoke to the cheery waitress, "I want some ale, bring two since the other is for the lady here, and something to eat. Surprise me. This is on her tab, okay?" The waitress nodded and bounced off towards the kitchen. Solomon watched her before turning back to Verona who sat with eyebrows raised. "Hey. I was really tired. Do you understand how big the area you wanted me to look around is?" Solomon frowned and rhythmically tapped on the wooden table with her fingernails. "Plus I ran into some bandits and ended up having to take care of them." She didn't mention how many but omitting information wasn't lying. Verona leaned back in her chair and peered at Solomon who held her gaze, not backing down. "I guess I can let it go. Your just in time for the festival at least. So tell me the details." She spoke not wasting any time.


Solomon sighed and began informing her of the journey. "It should be an easy trek with the amount of members you have in the guilds interested. There was a normal amount of mobs and-" Solomon paused as the waitress came near with a platter of unknown meat and bread and two mugs of ale. She set them down and Solomon thanked her and waited for her to move out of hearing distance. "Anyway, you beefy people should be more than fine with your levels. You're all veterans and the ones who aren't have you guys to protect them from the worst of it. You have my stamp of approval to go to Mount Hermon at least. Things may change in the coming days but so far all good." Solomon stuffed a rather large piece of bread in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully watching Verona who appeared to be thinking over the trip. "Anything else?" Solomon asked after she finished off the piece she had been chewing. Verona shook her head and leaned towards her, sliding a silver coin across the table. Solomon smiled and snatched it up. "Thanks. Anytime you need me, let me know. Now go have fun." She shooed the woman jokingly with her hands. Verona winked and started towards the table with some Arcadia members but looked over her shoulder and mouthed "Thanks."


Solomon continued to eat and mull over the raid on Mount Hermon. She wondered if Arcadia could do it, and if they could did that mean everyone could go home?

 

[Brinie]

Although the city appeared to be absolutely calm and festive, chaos was ensuing inside of the guild halls of Arcadia. The raid against Mount Hermon was not going to be a small feat. They need supplies, potions, armor, weapons, and scrolls. They were essentially taking a small army there with them, which meant that they needed enough supplies to fill a mansion. Observing the chaos with waning patience was the overseer of it all, Andvett, the guild master of arcadia. Two orbs peered out from underneath his hood, as he leaned forward, with waning patience. Something was missing, something that was quite valuable to the young guild master...


The amulet of Joseph, an amulet he retrieved from a mini boss in the fields of mount Hermon. The amulet had nearly perfect stat rolls, it was essentially the perfect item for a mage of his caliber. But... it was gone, and he had absolutely no idea where it was. Either he misplaced it... or there was a thief among his guild members. His study, where he kept his amulet was always heavily surveyed. Which meant that the person who stripped it from him was either incredibly skilled, and was among his own ranks.


The guard that was on duty had already had his quarters torn through, and after Andvett was unable to find anything, he had to man executed for his incompetence. Going on the journey to Mount Hermon would be nearly impossible without his treasured necklace, so he did not intend to let the matter remain unsolved.


A man clad in steel armor came trampling towards Andvett in a hurry. The man was physically exhausted, beads of sweat clung to his forehead and his expression was frantic. "Sir. We've checked everywhere, wherever your amulet is... it's not here." The man heaved, and was only able to talk between taking breaths of air.


Andvett remained motionless, placing a hand against his chin in contemplation. He had to give the festival's ceremonial opening speech in only a brief few hours... It was truly unfortunate that such a tragedy bestowed itself upon him during such a dire time. It was likely that whoever was responsible for this thievery was not a mage. Using his powers of deduction, he figured that it must have been someone belonging to a stealthy class, meaning the thief was either an assassin or an archer.


This meant that the thief did not attend on keeping the amulet for themselves. Andvett had to find a way to stir up the market to search for his amulet without causing any signs of alarm during the festival. He also had to keep word from getting out that he had lost it, not only would it make him look weak, but it would also make other individuals set their eyes on his treasure.


"Gather a small team of individuals who are knowledgeable in the market of Orion. Have them grab whatever information they can find..." Andvett ordered, pausing to think for a moment. "Set up a false ad that is offering to buy a good amulet for some absurd amount of coins. Let's see if we can shake anything out. I have one last request..." Andvett said.


"Make sure that no one gets out of this city without having their inventory checked." He finished. If his amulet got out of the city, it was likely that he would not be able to track it down. The man clad in armor nodded, and marched over to the floor below to distribute the guild master's orders.


With that out of the way, he had to get back in to his previous mindset. Prepare for the festival and make sure that everything is ready for the raid. The raid was a curious thing, because if they had succeeded, it meant that a new map would be unlocked. A map with tougher enemies, new towns, and even better items. It would completely change the current economy of the world, with a insurgence of powerful items and ingredients. He not only had to think of the present, but also of the future. After completing the raid, he planned on gathering together small elite teams and scouting the area. He would be the first one to have it mapped, and he would move his guild even further up the food chain.


Nearly everything was going according to plan, now he just had to wait and hope someone retrieved a piece of information regarding his amulet.

 

[Lowee]

Joy

The beastman frowned into his application window for the umpteenth time. Ever since the God’s announcement, he had been checking it more diligently than before. True enough, the log out option was nowhere to be found. It was naive of him to think it’ll pop up into existence just like that. With a sigh, Joy flicked the window close and stared, almost to a glare at the players down below.


Unlike the individuals eagerly anticipating the start of the festival, the boy had a sour look on his face. If not for the grave situation, he would have enjoyed the festival along with everyone else. It was, after all, his first time attending such activity, especially dancing to the music. He had no recollection of dancing. Maybe he did try it once, but fainted in the middle of it.


“Haha,” he laughed in self-loathe. He was so weak, so useless, and now that he had the power to even best a monster, he felt not a tint of happiness. Sure, he would do anything to be a healthy boy. However, throwing his real life was not in his list, and losing a beloved family at that.


“No. Think happy things.” Ending his hard gaze, Joy shook his head to rid himself of negative thoughts and forced a smile as he stood atop the rooftop. “I mean, come on! Look at the bright side, Ryan! Felix isn’t here. He’s free from danger. Yep, uh-huh, all is well.” He nodded, grinning to his own encouragement with a hand on his hips.


The morning breeze rustled his brown fur, drying the very scarce sign of tears in his eyes. “Oh, who am I kidding,” he scoffed a laugh. “I’m so lonely.” Hugging himself from the anxiety, Joy crumpled to the ground.


One Hour Later

Joy sat at the corner of the tavern, poking at the chicken meat with his fork. Hunger beckoned him toward the place, yet he hadn’t even taken a bite. His mind was still going in circles regarding the predicament. “Joy! Goddammit man, we’ve been looking all over for you!” A shout followed by a light smack to his back broke Joy of his reverie. He grimaced at the impact, giving the male a withered smile. “Ah, it’s you, King.” The blond elf clad in heavy armor frowned at his buddy’s disheartened reply.


Joy, oblivious to his strict gaze, shifted his gaze to the girl beside him. Just like King, she was an elf. The fair lady tensed under Joy’s gaze, blushed and hid her small figure behind him. What was a shy girl doing playing a deadly game such as Apotheosis Online? Joy couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow in wonder.


Heaving a sigh at Joy’s obvious curiosity, King seated himself while the female remained standing by his side, like a cornered animal. “Ahem.” A cough brought Joy’s attention back to King and the elven girl relaxed. “First of all, let me introduce you. This is Cheryl, my younger sister.” The feline’s eyes widened at the revelation. “I didn’t know you had a sister! Where did you hide her all this time?” Cheryl, startled by the volume of his voice, was about ready to cry.


Sensing his sister’s distress, King smacked Joy atop the head, earning a groan from the beastman. “Just calm down for a bit,” he sighed before continuing his explanation. “Like you and Felix, we registered together. Although, unlike us, she only engages in battle every once in a while as a supporter and well, she’s not exactly the... talkative type.” With a dull look, Joy nodded while crossing his furry arms. “Aha~ I can see why. And you didn’t introduce her to me because you were embarrassed?” In respond to his question, King’s cheeks flushed beat red. Bingo. Joy smirked and leaned back in his chair.


“So?”


“Yeah, well, since we’re going to raid Mount Hermon soon, I figured we’d need a healer.”


Joy’s feature hardened. “King... My answer is no. You better not brought this up again.” Leaving not much room for an argument, Joy gathered his things and disappeared into the crowd. He couldn’t possibly have the heart to expose such a frail girl to danger. Comprehending King’s intention was impossible. He’d rather go alone if that was the case.


For now, he should pack up a few things for the journey, and work on lightening his mood.

 

[PKCV2]

The day's festival dedicated to the raid of Mount Hermon raged on with no indications of ending, waves upon waves of fellow players milled around lightheartedly occupying buildings and the open town with little room to breathe. The shared revelry brought a smile upon a man's lips who took it upon himself to lean casually against a tavern counter, a man who was content with merely watching the crowd celebrate underneath the shadows his round hat casted over his face. While Tyr, the leaning man, looked to be of the type to keep to himself and delve into the darker regions of the human mind, watching the mass euphoria brought a silent joy to the man as the sight of people upholding their sense of optimism in the wake of possible disaster was a much needed boost to Tyr's already optimistic psyche. More than once the man willed his body to move forward and meld into the crowd, to converse openly, to lose himself in the embrace of alcohol, yet the guild he was a part of instilled lessons of always staying alert for scum such as hackers. The thought of confronting potential hackers triggered the assassin inside Tyr, a phantom sense of adrenaline filling his mind as his right wrist, attached to his dominant hand, began to itch again. Tyr began to bring his left hand towards his right in an attempt to calm the itching only to be interrupted by a flurry of hands. A hand roughly grasped the mask over his face and pulled it down, another set of hands grabbing his hat and tossing it somewhere to the side, and a third set of hands latched onto the edges of his metal chestpiece and forced the assassin backwards and roughly slamming his back onto the tavern's counter causing vibrations to travel throughout the entire length of the counter spilling tankards and cups of beverages on impact. Only a few people bothered to cast eyes to the ensuing scene.


Tyr let out a half curse as his headgear was being removed and then let out a grunt of discomfort when he was manhandled onto the counter. Before Tyr could identify the assailants a waterfall of amber liquid drenched the lower half of his face and continued to pour. Immediately a strong, bitter taste flooded his mouth accompanied by an equally strong scent and the pinned assassin could do nothing but try and maintain his breath. Finally the streak of liquid trickled to a stop and raucous laughter filled his ears...familiar laughter. Lifting his head with a fire in his eyes three humans came into his view, a short female whose skin was so bright Tyr had no doubt she could have illuminated the ocean floor if thrown into the sea. Her two companions included a bear of a man clad in rough leather lined in animal fur and another short being but a male, his eyes containing glints of mischief and fierce intelligence...complete with a shit-eating grin plastered plainly on his punchable face. Ilran, the big man, let out a low and drawn out laugh before speaking, his face rosy from his drinking. "Tyr! Tyr! We saw ya standin' over here alone lookin' like a proper assassin. You ward off a lot of folks looking like that you should know." Ilran had transitioned to yelling halfway through his speech, causing Tyr and the other two to press fingers against their ears. With a smile on his face from seeing fellow guild members, Tyr spoke towards Ilran. "We four are a part of a guild that hunts others, you never know what can happen here...especially with all these people. But..." Tyr paused, taking his hat from the hands of Kellogg, the devious looking male, and readjusting it back on top of his head with a small pat to Prince's head afterwards, the female. "...I guess a little celebration wouldn't hurt."


Turning to the bartender, Tyr slammed both palms into the counter and spoke with excitement glinting within his eyes. Soon multiple tankards of alcohol appeared in front of the group of guild members and soon the tankards would be returned to the bartender completely empty. Tyr quickly became just another man to share his joy...at least until something he was expecting finally happened. Periodically the man would cast his gaze towards the direction of Mount Hermon, a slight feeling of dread creeping into the back of his mind everytime he did so.

 

[Senpapi]

Duncan stood at the front of the city. He has just got back from hunting in the forest for a quest. After seeing how filled the streets were from all the players getting ready to tackle Mt. Hermon he couldn't help himself from feeling a tingle of excitement. This could be it they could finally see what is on the other side of the mountain and that gave him hope that they might make it out of this world.


As he was walking back to the owner of the quest he couldn't help over hearing the sound of cheering from one of the taverns. When he went to look to find the reason for all the racket he saw that there was an intense game of dice being played by what seemed to be for a very high amount of money. He was about to leave when he one of the players yelled "Your cheating i know it!", When he looks back Duncan sees a man who seems to n=be a knight with full metal armor and a short sword grabbing the shirt of what seemed to be an assassin with only a dagger.But you can never be sure how many weapons an assassin has on them. the assassin seems a bit startled and says "Why would you think that?" "How could you when without cheating i had that hand and you did something to change the dice, you assassins are always trying to pull fast tricks so no one will suspect you!" yelled the knight he then pulls out his short sword presses it to the assassins neck and then says "Now your going to give me back my money or i'm going to kill you right now."


The whole place goes silent. The assassins was to scared to do anything and just stood there shaking, the knight taking this as him refusing brings his sword back but before he could do anything an arrow comes and hits his arm, making him drop his sword. When he looks to see where the arrow came from Duncan is standing there with another arrow pulled back. "Stop this" is all he says. Seeing this the knight sits down and cradles his injured arm. Seeing this Duncan puts his bow back and wlaksout of the tavern so he could turn in his quest.

 

[Brinie]

GM POST #2

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Two large drunken men wondered in to the tavern with a waltz. They were both human knights that hailed from Arcadia, you could tell from the logo of a lion that was inscribed within the back of their armor. In their stupor they bumped in to an archer that hailed from Elvenguard. The archer looked at the duo for a moment, his body began seething with anger. The archer balled up his fist and shot out a sucker punch, planting his fist in one of the knights faces. The knights friend returned the favor, by kicking the archer square in the nuts. And with that, a bar fight broke out. Glass shattered and chairs flew through the room. The barmaid ran place to place, screaming her head off trying to calm the mess to no avail.


"Elvenguard's the shit on my shoe - "


"That's not what your mother said last time she paid us a visit - "


The voices shouted arguing with one another indiscriminately as various items flew through the air.


Outside the tavern, things still remained calm. The festival was just beginning. The streets started to clear out as people began to head to Andvett's ceremonial speech, to wish his guild good luck and to give his blessings to the city of Orilon.


@Namie


@Gospeller


@PKCV2


@EverlastingLife


@Senpapi

 

[Gospeller]

ASKENBERG

Undead Bonebag
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'Absolutely bloody fascinating'. The tall, wide figure took determined strides through the town. Whilst the festivities were only starting to go underway, it was more than clear that spirits were high. It had developed into a fine, long distraction for those who had decided to take tentative steps towards their doom and great glory alike. And here he was, hoping to ensure that the main mass of men and women would remain in the latter category.

Stepping into the tavern, Askenberg was overjoyed with the radiance of the place; the drunks, diners and flirts alike. Taking his time, he'd give the room a quick scan: Arcadia ... Elvenguard ... and ... A disgustingly familiar glint hit his empty socket. In the sea of emblems, it mockingly smiled at him: Laughing Moon. The flexible bone bent into a sour expression, but no direct confrontation - of course. Seeing as most guild-members stuck together like sushi rice, Askenberg went with a different approach; searching out other freelancers.

At the very back of the tavern sat a borderline ominous looking woman. She had sat down with an Arcadia guild-member, but shortly after, split. 'No emblem or insignia ... perhaps?' Walking towards the table, Askenberg sat down without an invitation, casually muttering: "Yo'h." Shortly after, he'd raise his hand in greeting, continuing: "Assuming you're not with any of the big guilds heading up towards 'The Mountain'? Or have Arcadia started to hire freelancers?" Askenberg leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest in await for a response - however, there would almost be no time for such; a bar fight broke out between the two loudest guilds, and the Undead was soon on his feet. "You much for bar-fights?" He asked over his shoulder towards the woman.




'What a great introduction ... Perhaps expecting a tad too much.'
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@Namie

 

[Namie]

Solomon picked at the mystery meat on her platter. Maybe she should have been pickier but food was food she supposed. She reluctantly took a bite and shrugged after a few slow chews. It didn't take like much so she could deal. While she ate, she mulled over the Mount Hermon raid a bit more now that there was plenty of time to waste. Verona had asked her if she would be interested to come. After all, it benefited her to get out of this game as well, but, she didn't feel like it was the right time for such an eager strike. Sure, Arcadia had plenty of mettle but Solomon didn't honestly think they would succeed just yet. Something just felt off about the whole thing.


Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a skeletal man who had the guts to sit down across from her. He was clad in metal armor indicating a warrior type. She didn't look for a weapon because who didn't carry one? She eyed inky spot on his armor but didn't have enough time to analyze it because her eyes were drawn back to his face when he spoke. "Yo'h." He waved and she returned it with a tight nod. Her eyes were narrowed, those baby blues swimming with apprehension. "Assuming you're not with any of the big guilds heading up towards 'The Mountain'? Or have Arcadia started to hire freelancers?" The man asked, leaning back in his chair seeming not to have a care in the world. Solomon frowned and glanced at the crowd beyond the table. A bar fight seemed to be breaking out and the man leapt up excitedly, looking out towards the commotion. "You much for bar-fights?" He asked.


Solomon sighed. "I don't know if you noticed...but I wasn't advertising for company." She smirked, raising an accusative brow but raised her right hand quickly so that she could continue without interruption. "Although now that you are here, can't be helped. Could've introduced yourself first ya know. I'm Solomon, and to answer your question.. No they aren't hiring. But they sure as hell are trying to pull in all the volunteers they can for this raid." Solomon pushed the plate away and stood up. She didn't address the fact that he probably wasn't asking about the raid specifically but more about the earlier exchange with Verona. But that was none of his business and she liked being one of the few dozen players in that market. Plus there was no time for lengthy explanations with the situation in front of them. She also didn't mention that she loved to occasional fight when there was no risk for certain death involved. "I'm headed to the middle to finish it. Don't they know there is a festival happening?" She murmured to him sarcastically.


She moved past the man, casting a barrier over herself as she moved. The barrier erected right as she reached her first victim. It was a older man holding down a young mage who had apparently made the mistake of bumping into him while trying to escape. The older man was definitely wasted and aggravated. Solomon grabbed his arm and he swung around pulling away. She used his momentum and released his arm right before slamming her right foot into his waist knocking him back and to the ground. Solomon quickly helped the mage off the ground with a gentle hand under the arm and sent him on the way before the man could get back up. When he managed to get off his ass, she got into close and landed a punch to his face. However, that only startled him. He jabbed at her with his left landing a blow on the barrier which seemed to shock him before he pulled back with his right, but she was quick this time aware of his incoming blow and lunged. Solomon gripped his shoulder for leverage and brought her knee up to his crotch all in one motion opposite of his following right jab. He curled over her in obvious pain and she pushed him off her already looking to the next path to the center.





@Gospeller

 

[Brinie]

Andvett began his path outside of the guild house, and to the city hall. As he moved, his guild members bowed their heads to the man, to show their respect. When he exited the guildhall, a carriage was awaiting him. The carriage was decorated with gold trimmings, with a white decor. At the back of the carriage the proud symbol of a lion was inscribed, their famed guild symbol. Two auburn colored horses sat at its front, firmly strapped to the aesthetic carriage. The man stepped in to the doors and took his seat, as he began glossing over his words for the upcoming speech. He would have to give it in only three hours now...


The carriage began its march through the streets of Orilon. Several men rode horses by its sides, clad in shiny silver armor. Citizen's cleared a line through the streets so the carriage could freely transverse. There was an assortment of cheers and praise coming from every direction. Andvett sat in his carriage, his smile was not visible through the robe that had covered his face.


Arriving at the city hall, Andvett waved his farewell's to the citizens that gathered around his carriage, before entering the building. There was already a leisure area that was set up, simply so he could review his words in case he felt the need to alter his speech in any way. As soon as he entered the leisure room he was greeted by a woman with a note in her hand and a frown on her face.


Bad news... he thought. "We... found your amulet." The woman spoke in a soft, almost remorseful sort of tone. Andvett peered at her eagerly, that clearly was not all of the information that the woman had to give to him. "Simore. That was the name that we had found selling the amulet." Andvett's eyed narrowed, when he learned this new piece of information. He fit the profile that he had created precisely... An assassin, who dabbles in the markets. But, Andvett had known the man personally, so learning this new piece of information was especially disturbing for him.


"Have you managed to retrieve it?" He asked, his voice picking up several decibels. The woman shook her head, signing no. Andvett brought a hand up and gripped his forehead, this would be a lot more trouble than he initially thought. Simore was a smart man, he probably realized that he had been discovered by now... The borders of the city had to boxed in. That would definitely damper the mood of the festival.


"I want more men bordering this city. The person we are looking for is an assassin class with dark hair and a scar under his eye. Find him." Andvett demanded, his voice booming. The woman stepped by him and exited the room in a hurry.

 

[PKCV2]

For every empty tankard that slid the bartender's way Tyr could feel pieces of his sobriety slipping away only to be replaced by a more...outward version of the usually guarded assassin. Drinking wasn't exactly the man's preferred activity to past the time but when he indulged in the act the three guildmates currently with him tended to encourage him on, whether the encouragement was justified or not they had still done it and today was no different. Tyr found himself moving from conversation to conversation, clinking tankards together and raising cheers to each group he went, the promise of a successful raid on Mount Hermon the main focal point of each cheer. With other groups of people Tyr took it upon himself to retell his own previous adventures of his work as an assassin for the Ludicium Lamini including tales ranging from going on hour-long manhunts for hackers to fending off almost twenty bandits and winning the favor of some voluptuous maiden for his efforts...the man wouldn't admit it but he was no stranger to stretching tales and he may had done so with his audience inside the tavern.


Moving on feeling satisfied and confident, the sight of an armored skeleton striding through the tavern caught Tyr's eyes, causing the assassin to cease all kinds of festivities. It had been a while since he had seen anyone of the undead sort, yet Tyr moved on without a second glance taking comfort in the reason of how the grand festival was sure to attract a wide range of players. Suddenly a clear sound broke through the tavern's joyous atmosphere. It was yelling, but it didn't sound like the yelling that flowed from the mouth of a happy man or woman...that was the kind of yelling that originates from hostility. Then the sounds of struggle broke out accompanied by the shrill and unmistakable screaming of someone that wanted whatever was happening to stop. Once the voice of Ilran made itself heard among the chaos, Tyr knew something was definitely going down. Ilran burst through the crowd of people in Tyr's direction, a man clad in armor and no helmet caught in what was surely a tight headlock, forced to move wherever Ilran moved. "Tyr! Damn fight broke out between some Elvenguard fool and..." Brows furrowing in thought for what was surely an effort to recall the other party that started the fight, Ilran lifted a hand in a snapping motion as if it would help his memory, only that served to loosen the headlock and the armored man pulled free and delivered a swift hook across Ilran's jaw, sprawling the big man out across the floor and prompting Tyr to engage almost automatically, his right hand floating over the handle to the mace that hung from his hip, the itch returning to his wrist. Why he hadn't grabbed the mace yet was a matter of not wanting to be charged with murder during an important day.


The armored man was no stranger to combat and he saw the assassin moving for his weapons quickly, and so the warrior sprung into action, his body working faster than his armor appeared to let on, another swift jab headed towards the incoming assassin. Fortunately for Tyr, his choice of armor allowed a wide range of motion and use of his quickness, and he used it to his advantage, sidestepping the jab and bringing a fist upwards and into the abdomen of the warrior...only for his fist to bounce off the warrior's armor. A moment of pain registered across Tyr's, but as if nothing happened the assassin drew a leg up and brought it down diagonally onto the side of the man's knee, slamming the sole of his boot with as much force as he could muster, pain shooting through both men's legs but only one collapsed clutching his injured knee. Adrenaline still pumping through Tyr's body he found himself unable to stop and was quickly clutching a broken chair leg that had been thrown across the tavern. A wide smile spreading underneath his mask, he brought the leg down across the warrior's face once. With the troublesome man properly dealt with Tyr proceeded to help his friend off the floor, struggling to get the big man to his feet, he didn't have time for a drawn out bar fight, not when the special event was happening today.

 

[Senpapi]

After turning in his quest Duncan thought it would be a good time to head to the tavern hopefully there wasn't too many people because of the speech in the town square. As he was about to enter the tavern he was pushed back roughly. When he looked down to see who or what pushed him he sees the familiar face of the assassin this morning. when the assassin realized it was him the assassin immediately said "Hey mind lending a hand pal.", After the assassin said that two knights came outside. One was an elf with a sword and shield and the other was a human with a large two-handed sword on his back. "Hey look at this seems pipsqueak has a friend." said one of the knights. "Ha who cares it's not like they can beat us there just small fry." said the other knight. From the look of it Duncan knew he couldn't just walk away from this one. "Great" he said softly so only he could here "Just what i needed" he sighs.


The next then Duncan knew the elf tried to jab him in his face. But Duncan ducks his punch and punches him in the stomach, he regretted it almost immediately pain shot into his hand because of their metal armor. Duncan jumped back to get some space from the elf. The elf charged at Duncan but he was ready and couched down when the elf got close and using his speed against him he tossed the elf over him and made him land on his back and before he could get up Duncan jumped on top of him and repeatedly punched him in the face. When he knew the elf wouldn't get up he got off and went to help the assassin. The assassin looked a little beat up but better then Duncan thought he would look. The human was throwing wide punches that the assassin could dodge, most likely from fatigue,Duncan grabbed the shoulder of the human and turned him forward and punched him in his jaw. With a thump he was out cold.


"Thanks a lot buddy I thought I was a goner, By the way never got Your name, Mine is Rawen" said Rawen. Now that the battle was over Duncan could see that the assassin was a female elf with a short slim body that was perfect for an assassin she also had a short sword and dagger and a small pack of what seems to be throwing darts. She is also wearing leather armor with dark green and blobs of brown and a small cloak with the same colors and pattern. "Duncan" is all he said. "Well Duncan do you mind helping me just for a bit longer i need to go back in and help some buddies of mine, There my seniors of the guild i'm in"


. Duncan looked at her and thought about it he really hates how much trouble it would be but it wouldn't hurt to have someone he knows will watch his back in the raid. He nods his head in agreement "Thanks a lot pal I knew you would!" yelled Rawen.


When they stepped in the whole tavern was in chaos. People were fighting everywhere Rawen started pushing her way in. Punches were flying and a couple of them hit Duncan but he kept pushing ahead to try and keep up with Rawen. They then found them face to face with a man covered in rags and with joy in his eyes fighting back to back with a beast of a man in metal armor. "Tyr we need to get out of here before the guards come!" yelled Rawen.

 

[Gospeller]

ASKENBERG

Undead Bonebag
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Hands raised with palms facing towards the accuser, as if signifying surrender. "No one ever advertises for company - but that doesn't mean they are against it." Askenberg was quick to agree with Solomon's assessment of the Arcadia group. "The more volunteers, the better the chances of breaching 'The Mountain'. But I am not all too hopeful." Head tilting lightly to the side, Askenberg watches as the woman walks into the middle of the bar-fight. "Askenberg, bonebag extraordinary." Both hands flailed into the air, and a dramatic, extravagant gentleman bow followed. Head tilting up, Askenberg returned to a neutral stance, following Solomon into the epicenter of the turmoil.

With arms across his chest, plate screeching against plate, Askenberg watched as Solomon beat a man so bad that his ancestors felt it. As the woman's knee connected with the drunktard's groin, an audible 'hnng' escaped the cringing undead. Seeing his friend falling to his knees, another man started stepping towards Solomon from behind - but was stopped meters before his destination by the skeletal being. Observing the well-clad man, Askenberg poetically spoke: "I'll push every internal organ you own through your tear-duct." A short staring match ensued, before the man decided it was better to take care of his friend.

Shortly after, Askenberg would happily skip back towards Solomon - perhaps the glee with which it was done betrayed the skeletal being's horrifying core. Out of the corner of his eye - or rather - socket, he made brief eye-contact with an assassin looking sort. Killing intent. It was something he could not help but admire with the class. And well known, shortly after, he was involved in a brutal fight. Askenberg raised both shoulders, with palms facing the heavens, to complete an exaggerated shrug. "People seem to have a hard time getting along." Whilst not directly getting involved in any fights, the warrior would throw out a random punch every now and then whilst following the groin-kicker to the center. "Just evening out the battlefield. Or rather, tipping the balance." The flexible bone bends into a devious grin. "How are you planning on ending this? Very curious here. And - will you march up the hills for the next area? You seem like a capable one, to say the least."

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Spoiler

@Namie

 

[EverlastingLife]

| Zena | Priest | Lv 3 | Arcadia |

The young priest of Arcadia picked up a small but elegant silver dagger up from the table of a small stall in the busy street of Orilon. The shiny dagger was the first thing since she came back that caught her eyes, as it was the only silver dagger on the table. Zena carefully studied the pattern on the dagger's handle before putting it down on the table. "That's a very pretty dagger, miss" the old man, who was the owner of the stall said, "it's a good weapon and not that expensive either." Zena shook her head and smiled apologetically at the man. "I'm sorry sir, I have no use for a dagger," She said then turned to the side to show him the staff on her back, "I've already got a weapon, but I do agree with you. It is a pretty dagger." She turned back to face the old man again to see him staring at the lion symbol on the left side of her cape. Right, she had completely forgotten that her muddy green cape has the symbol on it. Zena sighed, then continue on walking down the street.


A few minutes later, a yawn escaped her lips and she momentarily closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was able to see the villager carrying boxes and coming straight at her. Her eyes widen, then she quickly dodged the villager. "That was close," she shook her head, "way too close." The young priest came to a stop in the street and looked at the guild hall. There were several members walking in and out of the hall, carrying different things each time they enter and exit. She knew that it would be better for her to avoid going in that chaotic place so she continued on and a glimpse of silvery armours caught her attention. On the armour, she could clearly see the lion symbol emblemed on it and she knew instantly that it was Arcadia. She shrugged then followed the them to the city hall where she saw Andvett, her guild master, stepped out of the carriage.


Better drop in and say hello, she thought to herself, then squeeze through the crowd. Once she reached the entrance, she greeted the men in shiny armour with a smile before she entered the hall. Zena stood in the doorway as she looked around for and clues of where Andvett might be. The loud and familiar voice caught her attention and she headed straight for the room that the voice seems to be coming from. A woman exited the room and Zena greeted her with the same smile as before, but the woman didn't return it. Guess she's in a hurry, she thought then lifted her hand up to knock the door but she decided not to. She swung the door opened, revealing Andvett. "You do know that you're getting louder and louder each day right?" She said to him in a casual tone then closed the door behind her, "I'm not late am I? The quest took longer than I expected. Oh! and if I'm not wrong, I think that I heard something about a fight involving some people in Arcadia and Elvenguard, or something like that, broke out."





@Brinie