Fantasy Lost Seed

[Decus Rex]

View attachment 65283Aincrad was resurrected and ex-SAO players have begun to dive into it all over again. players that were stuck in SAO have re-entered the game in force along with thousands of player that previously were un-able to play. However something is different in Aincrad the bosses are not the same and the whole virtual world although it looks the same is different. the skill system is the same as is the combat and weapon system but the log-out option is still gone! The towns, monsters and dungeons are all different. this time there is no Beta players or "Beaters"

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(rules can be changed and updated as needed.)


1. All RPNation rules are to be followed especially sexual content.


2. No character from SAO is involved in this RP and will not be referenced.


3. No God -type characters.


4. No Magic


5. MMORPG rules apply.


6. controlling other Writers Characters is forbidden.


7. Bosses are to be remade in new images and certain bosses will have abilities akin to magic


8. The basis of Lost Seed is skill. Not just anybody can pick up a weapon and instantaneously be a master at it. It takes time, and practice with a weapon. More so, one must obey the stat restrictions. Agility characters, should not use strength weapons and vice versa.


9. any out of character text that has major purpose in the story and must be written as a side note during the RP will be written in italics with red color.

 

[Decus Rex]

"Tusunami!!! I told you to lean forward into your strikes make your physical body part of the weapon that way your opponent must block hard and you force him into a position that cannot parry a full strike."


"Yes Sensei"


Meiyo was drilling his intermediate students for the day and was growing tired of watching and not participating.


Low and behold you wish for excitement and you might just get it he thought as a young man of about his age came into the dojo.


"I am here to challenge the master of this dojo!." he said to Meiyo


Meiyo looked at the man noticing the scar on his cheek and the Yakuza Tattoos on his arms he was Japanese and of considerable build for a swordsman. Black hair Black eyes and wearing a wakizashi at his right hip Meiyo only thought this would be fun.


"Clear the Mat!" Meiyo hollered through out the dojo his students about twelve in all went to attention and said in unison "yes Sensei." and went to the edges of the match pad and sat looking in on the match pad.


Meiyo did not talk to his challenger he simply walked to the center of the mat and turned to him.


"I am Meiyo the master of this dojo and I fear you came to the wrong dojo son, Yakuza are not welcome here."


"I am Juntei, and Yakuza or not I will beat you."


"Tusunami grab my blade"


The man who called himself Juntei stepped into the ring and drew his sword after Meiyo took his.


Meiyo drew the blade and threw the sheath back to Tusunami. Meiyo made a small bow keeping his eyes up


Juntei attacked in mid bow thrusting at Meiyo's shoulder. Meiyo dropped rolled right and came back up with his sword in front of him. Juntei took the offensive with aggressive swings that had power and speed but little accuracy. Meiyo parried two swings and locked his sword hilt to hilt on the third strike giving little in the way of pause Meiyotook his right foot slammed it onto Juntei's left foot and releasing his right hand from the sword punched him in the face. Juntei was rocked and fell backward Meiyo released his foot and let him fall rather than break his ankle. Juntei got up mumbled a few explicative words and attacked again this time Meiyo was ready from the start and simply dodged the first thrust shifting to juntei's open and weak left side and swung with the blunt edge of his blade Meiyo's sword connected and Juntei went down out of breath with at least one cracked rib. Meiyo took the time to put the tip of his blade to juntei's throat and asked "do you yield"


Juntei was scared, truly scared for the first time in his life the match didn't even last a half of a minute " I do"


Meiyo let the man up and handed his sword to Tusunami.


Juntei was angry tho as well as scared and after seeing Meiyo without a weapon he charged at him with all his might in one downward vertical swing. Meiyo caught the movement a little late turning around Meiyo threw his hands up catching the hilt as it came down and sweeping his feet simultaneously sent Juntei to the ground. Meiyo was furious the audacity of the bastard thinking he could attack an unarmed opponent.


"Juntei, I will keep your sword and as punishment for being a lowly honorless git I will kill you if I see you here again."


Juntei ran out of the dojo. Meiyo decided to close the dojo for the day and sent his students home.


Upstairs in the dojo Meiyo had a nerve gear and was linked to the open VRMMORPG community of Japan. I guess a game will make the harshness of that idocracy fade away.


Putting on the nerve gear it was time for the opening of SAO version II or well the resurrection of the original game anyway.


>Link Start


>Sword Art Online


>Character creation has been disabled, you will play as your own self


>Name creation: Meiyo


Meiyo felt his mind pulled into the nerve gear and found himself in a sprawling plaza with buildings all around him, people were popping into the game everywhere he looked. Meiyo decided to look around.


Meiyo's menu popped open and a message came alive 'Tutorial' Meiyo opened the tutorial and followed the directions until he had an understanding of the game menus and mechanics. His inventory had a total of 500 Col which looked like currency and decided since a musical instrument skill exsisted he'd find a violin. a pretty good ways away from the plaza towards the west edge of town he found a vendor selling instruments and bought a violin for about 200col. nearby was a weapon vendor and so Meiyo bought a saber a western weapon that resembled a katana but lacked the same reach. and headed out the western gate of the town. Meiyo found a small hill with a tree and sat beneath it where he pulled out his violin and began playing


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after a while a message popped up on his menu and Meiyo began to read


To the new citizens of SAO, I do apologize for this but I found the recreation of this world to need something and I have disabled the logout function of the game just well those of you who have logged in with amuspheres are also unable to leave for I have programed a virus into the log in of this game if the amusphere or the nerve gear are removed then you will die. the amusphere will immediately send an electric impulse into the brain and damage the central cortex at its highest nerve center stopping all brain function and killing the person instantly. the nerve gear on the other hand will work exactly as it did before frying the brain with microwaves. I tell you now that I am not the game master or anything special I am a player just like everyone else and I have spent a year recreating the world of SAO so that the existence of Beta players and 'Beaters are irrelevant and no character has an advantage over anyone else. The monsters are different as well as the terrain and dungeons. I simply did not want to live in the real world but rather live here in the virtual where I had never been happier in all my life.


-Anonymous


Meiyo had to laugh at the message he would enjoy this game he thought it was truly a life or death game and he would conquer it.


So Meiyo decided to play the violin some more.

 

[EvilLaugh]

To anyone else, he would look suicidal, fighting mobs with only a sliver of health left and wielding weapons with such reckless abandon that one would think he was going to break them. Probably because that was exactly what he wanted to do with them, see them shatter into a million polygons. To figure out what exactly happened, one has to go back several hours before, right at the reopening of Sword Art Online. When Yukito again entered the death game. Oh yes, he was there the first time, one of the many witnesses to the heroism of the Black Swordsman, the Flash and their love.


He didn't really care how it happened, he was just glad that it ended


And when the first opportunity to return arose, he took it within a heartbeat. He needed the excitement of the blade and the thrill of the kill, things he had to surrender after his fighting style grew too... pragmatic for any tournament's taste. He even got a nice surprise when he discovered the first slot in his skill set. A set of question marks. All it told him was he could increase the rate of mastery points if he fought with minimal health, carried nothing but weapons, and broke them in the fight. Honestly, for something that turned from a Death Game to a pastime, those were not as daunting as they should have been.


So he fought, gaining mastery level after mastery level at a quick rate, the entire time looking at the extremely frightening virtual fake death in the eye, the one no one was particularly afraid of. His weapons simply soared, not glowing with the light of the System's Assistance but with his own skill, striking critical points to make up for the damage deficit. The Two Handed Sword was the only thing that required skill, skill he had from normal kendo training, one that used both hands, the other two handed weapons were simply crushing axes and thrusting spears. The one handed weapons needed more finesse, like the dagger, the rapier, the swords and the claws. The mace was a brutal weapon, no skill required.


But then, nothing he couldn't handle, for floor 1, the easiest level in the game.


The boy in question was not particularly repulsive, quite the contrary actually. Behind a curtain of jet black hair that sported a white sheen, he did not know why the system did that but he was alone, he didn't care, he had a handsome face. He was fairly tall, over six feet and his build was muscular yet still somewhat lean and compact. Yet he excluded an aura of cold about him, no not the cool that attracted others but pure chill, like death breathed down your neck and for the most part, every mob that did meet him did meet death shortly after. After all who in their right mind was unafraid of death?


He even fought like a skilled swordsman, easily taking single steps to evade blows while using single slashed to dispatch enemies. With his appearance and the raipier he weilded it looked even like a dance, a graceful harmony of two bodies clashing, one falling and disappearing while the other looked for another partner. The dance was continuous and fluid, more graceful that purposeful, like a pastime rather than battle. It was almost beautiful in its savagery and murder, yet the colors of the poygons and the smooth movement of the boy's form was not at all displeasing. It was a game after all.


Right?


By the time he hit level 6 he had already gained around 30 levels of mastery for each weapon type. Sure, the skill slots being occupied was a problem in itself but he would not waste the early mastery of anything. Grab the opportunity while he could, he did. That was when he got the message.


He leapt into the fray once more, a serious gleam in his eye instead of the casual twinkle he once sported. He would return to the town later, when all his weapons were nothing but polygons in the system.

 

[Decus Rex]

Meiyo finished his third song and decided that he was at peace enough to accomplish some quests heoverheard talk of earlier and went back to the main road and back into town. It didn't take long his first quest was basically to run around town and get used to the movement mechanics of the game he gained 100 col. Next quest he found was at a smithy the NPC quest giver said his apprentice was out and need an extra hand at his forge so wouldn't you know Meiyo gained the necessary base levels in metal refining, light equipment forging and equipment appraisal. It wasn't action though and Meiyo wanted a fight it was something he craved he wanted something to do. Meiyo found a quest giver npc of the town guard and was given a fighters quest to kill 50 creatures along the walls and report back. Meiyo left the town and started walking the wall going north. almost immediately He found these large snake looking things that were a bit too large to be normal. It was way too easy to kill fifty. Meiyo felt let down, the creatures were too easy at least Meiyo thought so anyway. but as he fought them he noticed small alerts saying his levels were rising Sprint being the highest one now. It's odd I actually feel slightly faster. Meiyo thought as he finished killing the lot of them had to be more like 100. Meiyo was sincerely hoping for a harder fight to test the limits of the game and most importantly himself. Meiyo was rewarded 150 Col and his first antidote crystal. Deciding that the Town of Beginnings would not give him the test of skill he desired he bought an extremely basic map and decided to head for Serpents Rest to the North-West. On the way Meiyo would fight every monster he possibly could.

 

[EvilLaugh]

He had already lost count of how many monsters he had killed. At most it took him about five strikes before they fell, he was more on the grinding multiple monsters as he didn't really want to break the claw he was using any time soon. Still, one-hit, two-hit kills? Really? Even without sword skills, since that was one of the conditions for increased mastery gain. He had to take a deep breath and remind himself that doing this would increase his skills faster. They did depend more on amount of monsters, it was convenient that way, for both the system, and now the player. Or was it the amount of time they were wielded, he didn't really know. Whatever keeps his weapons intact for the longest time and levels his Skills fastest.


He was always like that after all, going for the kill immediately, taking the path of least resistance when something was on the line. He was efficient cold and calculating, each movement a move in a game when life and death were always exchanging places. He knew things were different, and yet things were the same. He needed a way out, he needed to win this game, if not for the others, than for himself. It took years to do this the last time, but now they knew it could be done. It was done, and he would be damned if a computer code was going to be the one that ended him.


Another three mobs fell around him, each dispatched by a single blow. They were asking for it when they jumped him, the air giving them no more opportunity to change trajectory. Neck, and eye shots, and they fell like stones, disheartening soon after. His determination would not fail, it would not falter. A pair more were killed as he calmed down, in the same predictable way. The rest of the game would go like this, quick clean and without any mistakes. If it was just this difficult then all the better for him. He would be strong, as strong as he could possibly be, then even stronger still.


He was covering ground quickly, both mastery wise and distance wise. Right after the message, or when he returned without a single weapon, he had used all the money he earned from various quests, only the ones that involved killing things of course, and bought as much weaponry as he could carry. He was not stupid, he leveled his skills in rounds, equipping them and equipping them when needed. The only two skills he never took down were Sprint, Single Step Evasion, and Extended Weight Limit. That's the entire reason he was able to carry so much and move so quickly in the first place.


"Wonder where to though?" He asked no one in particular when a newer mob, something like a bear or a dire wolf of some sort fell on his claws, neck first. It was probably the latter since even more of them came, all their hate directed to him. He was in combat surrounded by wolves and armed with one of the lowest DPH(Damage per Hit) weapons but highest critical rate. Another double damage boost would also be earned if he struck critical points.


Another thing that came very convenient to those who looked, weak points. The first floor had textbook monsters with the same old weak points. In any form, either animal or humanoid, the neck, the heart and the eye were always targets for those who knew how to actually kill. Even without sword skills, a well placed hit could cause monstrous, pun not intended, damage. Sword Skills on those specific areas were just plain overkill.


"That way it is." He said with no small amount of satisfaction when he charged into the fray, the pack of dire wolves heading straight toward him. He would head west, in the direction of the wolves, leaving a path of kills and inumerable polygons behind him

 

[AbraxasNine]

Rebirth. Such a distorted, unreliable word to use when one desires to explain the feeling of new life. Was it the recreation of an individual that allowed it's use? Plunging them back into the world unknown by all as well unknowing of all? Or perhaps it is when a person gets thrusted into a different world that this mysterious phenomena takes place. No matter, as the word's use is always presented differently. One man may firmly believe escaping to the virtual world is a form of rebirth, seeing as he can begin anew with a new face in a world he has not explored. Another may insist it is taking the current self and simply being thrust into a new situation that may alter their outlooks. Is it simply too grim to think rebirth may only come through death?


The streets were full of life, players uncoordinatedly running around as they gathered quests or met with their friends. Talk of the new features that once filled the internet now also filled the air, a number of people already shrugging off the missing log out feature. Denial, acceptance, perhaps even joy, there were many reasons that could explain it. But seeing as this was a relaunch of a ghost from the past, more than most had to probably already looked into the situation. The players of this new SAO must have known the possibility that this would occur, mentally preparing themselves before even the dive. It was unfortunate, that very few of them understood just how terrible it really was, a nightmare that gave you only two choices. Live or die.


Link Start

Eri Shia
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It was just another lone figure, a girl that would move through the streets without direction nor purpose. Long silvery hair trailed behind her, strawberry tinting tipping the ends of various points, unevenly for the most part. Perhaps the system could have left out a detail or two when it came to her amateur tinting attempt, but what's done is done. Everytime the girl approached a gate leaving the town, she would twist back around an push herself back through the mess. What it was she was even looking for probably kept the random passerby questioning, but non seemed to dare go near her. It wasn't that the girl gave off this aura of overwhelming power, to others, she simply seemed like trouble. Something about the air around her just pushed people away. It was just another way of confirmation, whether here or in the real world, there was no escape from the past.


Unpleased with the cold truth, the girl finally directed herself to leave the city's walls. She may not have been the brightest of the batch, but she could at least tell that walking around without hope would bring no miracles. Besides, it was a pointless hope, seeing that even if she did gain the attention of another individual she would simply push them away with her words. She was never one to get along with others, nor was she really sure if she wanted to. Sure, she only decided to enter the game for a chance to change herself bit by bit, but was it really worth it anymore? She always pushed herself to change for others, and somehow it only made her more alone. Then again, the guides stated that VRMMO are multiplayer based games, where teamwork was essential for some things. This meant she had to at least reach the capability of joining a group. If she was incapable of adopting a like-able personality, didn't that only leave one choice? She had to sink into the common belief, she had to become stronger.


Upon further exit of the east gate, the girl opened her menu with the silent movement of her hand. Her username, Eri, displayed above the equipment preview, which show rather basic starter armor equipped. The only thing she really had to do was find the inventory and equip the weapon of her initial choosing, the curved blade. It's shape quickly materialized with an array of blue particles before becoming whole at her waist. For a moment, even someone like herself had to pause and appreciate the small display that signaled the start of everyone's journey. She did not care to meet the common ideals of gaming, she was not here to be the strongest, nor the best player in the game. She only desired to live a new life, away from the pains of that previous one, and to do that, she still needed strength.


Hours would begin to pass as the girl cut down random spawns. She neglected the idea of doing quests, completely forgetting their benefit as her one tracked mind only focused on proceeding forward to her ultimate goal. Without even the purchase of potions, she would simply take breaks to restore her health, casually laying down and staring up towards the sky whilst in wait. But perhaps the most curious thing about the girl, was exactly how she was going about her fights. The girl seemed to focus on nothing more than swinging the sword and making sure it connected. So much to the point that she would not observe enemy movements towards herself, taking all the damage without even an attempt at mitigating it. A time or two she was even thrown backwards into a series of rolls until she pushed herself up off the ground. Sure losing hit points was bad, but so long as she killed her target before the bar ran empty it didn't matter. In the end, she just didn't care.

 

[Decus Rex]

Meiyo was on a mostly empty road it seemed most of the players in the game still hadn't left the Town of Beginnings.


Meiyo decided that building he sprint skill was necessary so he would run from one side of the road where he's slice down a monster and back to the other side always moving toward the small town but maximizing his skill gain, nothing he fought yet gave him a real opportunity to gain Parry as a leveling skill but hey it was what it was. his single-step wasn't exactly what he wanted it to be but his detection was leveling up just behind his speed which was his highest skill.


Meiyo realized that he knew where most of the monsters were before he ever saw them and realized that was the detection skill.


Skilling up meant less of a challenge he realized and was a bit blue at the thought. I know what i'll do he thought. Meiyo stabbed himself in the leg till his health was in the red well actually till he only had a sliver left and then continued fighting and traveling the way he had been. everytime he health went yellow though he'd stop cut his leg again and keep fighting in the red zone... next thing he knew a skill called battle healing leveled up.


Meiyo soon after came to the edge of a large forest and his path narrowed. So Meiyo decided to take a break. Climbing a tree and getting cozy among the lower branches Meiyo pulled out his Violin and started playing a calm and soft song. Strange he thought how music could calm the world around him.

 

[GreenSea]

Just like his daily routine, Tanaka always logged into a gamers forum called "GamerNation." He's one of the well known mod at there, everyone adores him very much. While scanning through the thread, he saw an interesting yet disturbing thread it was "The Lost Soul." Tanaka began to read the thread and started to smirked, "Lost soul.... player that never when back to reality after playing the game." It was his dream to live in the game world. "VMMORPG...? sound fun, let me get those machine and play that game." 2 days after the order, Tanaka finally got the VM (virtual machine), he opened the box as it was christmas. "(evil laughter) Finally! the moment where I left this world for good, soon to be real!" Tanaka directly wore the VM and dived in.


"SAO...? interesting..." as he saw the game title screen "but where's the register button? do I just press the start button?" He pressed the start button and everything began to dissolved and left a complete void along with a sound, a gentle soothing voice. "Welcome to SAO, if you pressed the start button that's mean you're already join the game right now... you're avatar will be you... happy gaming." after the voice finished her line everything began to build up to create a huge cathedral interior with a lot of people inside. A screen pop up was popped in Tanaka's screen "Please input your name. . ." Tanaka was totally confused as it was not that hard to understand it's system on other MMORPG. "Axelot" He said, the pop up message gone and revealed his status screen "Name: Axelot, LVL: 1.... and so on." He closed his status screen and went out to learned his surrounding.


Axelot walked out of the cathedral and looked for guides, of course as a MMORPG veteran, he would check for inbox for any GM message and turned out to be true... he received 500 col as a starting gift. He directly searched for weapon shop which happened to be near the cathedral. As soon as he arrived he saw a lot of variety things but only an old rusty axe that stood out of others. He spend 450 for the axe and a set of pelt armor excluding helm and gloves, leaving him with 50 col which he used for potion.


Axelot went on the hunt, ignoring the quest since he want this to be challenging, he went to beginner forest where newbie went to kill their first monster. Axelot started to grind some level up to 3 and went further ahead but what he didn't know is that what will happened up ahead...


"*Pant* that's the last of all let's see it's time to sell my things back to the town then," just as he thought that everything was over... Axelot realized that something not normal around him, the unending rustling of the bushes making him felt that he was being watched by someone.


As Axelot began to aware,the wind stop howling and the rustling stop and suddenly out of nowhere a giant fox jumped out of the tree and began to attacked Axelot. Of course, Axelot dodged it but barely leaving him a scar in his hand. Axelot kept his cool on and wait for the fox to attack but same as the fox.


What has become a moment turned into a minutes and none of them still moved, until... Tanaka started to be impatient and tries to faint the attack but failed which cost his other hand to get another scratch from the fox. Tanaka began to realize that he don't have enough power to fight with this creature and at that time he thought of something. He equipped the axe on his left hand and a knife (got it through grinding monster)on his left hand. He started doing the same attack but this time he threw the knife to the fox eye making the fox weakened and partially blinded. At this time he knew that he already turned the table around, he picked up a lump of dirt and threw it to the other fox eye making the fox distracted. As the fox distracted to the dirt, Axelot strike in just the right moment which cause the fox to be defeated. he got Fox meat and Fox boot as a boss drop item and went back to the town.


(Axel fougt the fox while walking to the FL.1 Dungeon)

 

[AbraxasNine]

Event Notice

(My apologies for not making a post for Eri as well, but I completely forgot that I need to be up within a few hours in order to greet a house guest. Soo, chew as you will with this for now. If you have any issues just give me a holler. I have designed this for three reasons. 1: To prove that this game is dangerous. 2: To give our characters a reason to meet up, even if briefly. 3: This will push us towards the dungeon of floor one.

​

Four days have passed since launch, and thanks to the ease of the first floor's lenient difficulty settings causalities have suffered a minimal loss. Players are beginning to take more risks, thinking that this game is a push-over. Perhaps the past users that were trapped in SAO were simply a batch of unskilled players. Little do they know, hell simply didn't arrive yet.


Rumors have begun to spread about a mysterious 'event' taking place. A large group of undead, nearly fifty in number and growing have been walking the lands. Supposedly they originated from the Lost Graveyard, a spot where a few undead mobs did spawn on the first floor. But perhaps the most peculiar trait noted, is the fact that they seem to be patrolling a certain area. Soon enough, most of the players began calling it a special event that was coinciding with the launch of the game. A few players went so far as to say this mob was guarding the dungeon entrance, and that they should in fact be feared. As smart as they may have acted, it was simply a ward so they themselves could strike the 'event' first so they could hog the loot.


It was later in the day when I single player from the group came back to town with low HP. The man was trembling as he made it to the safety of the Town of Beginnings. At first all he said was 'They are all dead.." But in recent news, it was made clear that a group of sixteen players were completely eradicated except for himself. Their levels were not adequate, nor were they prepared for actual combat. They were normal players that simply bit too far based off the ease of the current first floor. The skeletal army contained unpredictable attack patterns, their movements far more lifelike than any creature on the floor seeing as they adapted.


Welcome to where hell begins boys.


Within the hour the town of beginnings adopted an all-to familiar gloom. If what this man reported was true, the game was indeed a dangerous thing, even in parts of the first floor. Of course there were the handfuls that went around explaining that it was because the squad was ill-prepared and just a bunch of 'noobs'. But there was also a small group that begin questioning if they should even move beyond this floor. Debates have begun between these groups on what they should do, and the only thing they could agree on was a single course of action. Raise a raid party, and eliminate the 'event'

 

[Decus Rex]

When Mieyo woke up in the town of Serpents Rest he was greeted with a message


Raid Party needed a special floor one event has taken place at the LOST GRAVEYARD enclosed is the map data from the town of beginnings a raid party will meet in the town tomorrow morning those people who wish to aid in the event and keep deaths to a minimum please be at the town of beginnings. This is no easy party people with large amounts of skill are required. 16 people died during the beginning of this 'event' and we wish to keep as many people alive as possible. we are looking for a minimum of 20 players to participate many more are welcome.


Mieyo decided then that this was the challenge he needed (so far he had become unknown to him one of the strongest players in the game.) Mieyo started heading to the Town of Beginnings. Mieyo was on his way out of town when he saw a familiar face. Tusunami his pupil from home was in a party of 3 conversing what must have been the message that undoubtedly everyone had received.


"HEY!" Meiyo cried "Tusunami!" the boy instantly turned to Mieyo and when he saw him he without even the slightest pause bowed low and yelled back upon rising.


"Sensei!" Mieyo was within talking distance within a second and asked what he was going to do with the message and told him that he himself was going to the event.


Tusunami: "My guild and I are discussing this now but I believe we will go and help would you like to join our party? we are one short of the normal raiding group of 4."


"sure."


"well meet John hes from the middle school and is a great supporter wielding shield and mace. and this is Silia. she is a spear weilder and helps keep the larger monsters at bay when we are pressed hard."


"I assume you are a long-swordsman?"


"yes sensei."


"good."


"wait Sensei don't you have a party or group these monsters in this area are a bit tough compared to the grounds around the Town of Beginnings."


"No Kohai, I have been fighting alone. When I got here there were maybe two or three players for a few days."


"of course Sensei, never really thought of you as a group fighter."


"fighting is fighting Kohai groups are still stronger than solo fighters any day."


"Oh here's the party invite."


message pop-up join John's party?


>accept


"Let's go."

 

[EvilLaugh]

At least they're finally opening their eyes to the truth. Yukito told himself with a nod as he was the total despair in the eyes of some and indomitable will in the eyes of others as he first reentered the Town of Beginnings. It seems that the fires of adversity would extinguish some, consuming them, and yet serve as a guide to lead the truly strong out and into it's embrace. He would march towards that flame himself, eager to meet those like-minded.


They would need the strength in the upcoming battle indeed, strength he had in spades now that he had trained enough. Yukito was still best with the curved blade, he had been practicing with it for the longest time after all, yet all the rest were satisfactory, that is enough to take an experienced combatant down with minimal effort. The ones with the lowest levels were of course, the two-handed axes and the mace, since they were always too brutal for his taste, he simply mastered them for the stat bonus he would get for the Strength Stat, which allowed him to hit much, much harder. His skill had evolved once more, yet it's name was still a set of question marks. Now he could quickly cycle from weapon to weapon, even in battle. In effect, he was now a walking armory, a jack of all trades. Any foe he would fight was in for a surprise.


For the past few days Yukito fought like a madman, surrounding himself with mobs from the same area, The Lost Graveyard and onward. He did not intend to cross it as the undead barely had any weak points. He did not know whether to count himself lucky that he did not meet this 'event' or disappointing than he did not face this over-hyped bunched of bones that would quickly fall beneath a mace and enough strength. What's done is done. No sense regretting. He told himself as he remembered how hard he trained against the Tower.


The Flash would have cringed seeing him.


His main goal was the Tower of the Gods. Monsters of myth were his enemies, as such he already knew several of their weakness. The hydra was his favorite, easily supplying him with large amounts of experience and mastery as he fought the monster, cutting off it's heads with reckless abandon, narrowly evading fangs of paralyzing poison. His only regret there was the fact that it was not the original water based creature, even if it did give a reasonable amount of col for the effort required to kill it. The Nemean Lion was also a treat to fight, the large mini-boss very adept at breaking all the weapons that had extremely reduced durability. Killing it took longer that expected, but with a proper mace, it was possible. He was about to enter the Tower itself instead of the fields around it when the news of the Event reached him.


He sprinted the entire way towards the Town of Beginnings, fatigue level be damned. But then again that reasoning forced him to find an inn as soon as possible and take a very long nap.


Yukito resolved to keep in the background for the moment, he did not need to take care of others, especially when he was as weak as he was. Yes, no matter how strong he was seen by others, no matter how many monster he could kill in moments, no matter how far above he was, he was weak. He barely scratched the surface at this point, his skills not even three-quarters of 4oo points, keep in mind his skill added modifiers to increase point rate at least for his weaponry, and he was still rusty with the Heavy Axes, Heavy Swords and Heavy Spears and the Rapiers. He needed to get better, and get better fast. Good thing he was never known for taking things like this slowly.


We will be facing monsters, but they will be facing something much more frightening. Yukito thought with absolute confidence as he strolled into the inn, clad only in simple cloth armor. The same armor that he was wearing the first time he jumped into the game. The scimitar he wore on his waist through, was far from ordinary. The next day would decide most of the game, whether it would begin like the last one a slow trudge to the top, or their inner fire would fling them through the floors like a heavenward comet.

 

[GreenSea]

"WHAT? THIS THING ONLY WORTH 12 COL?!" Axel sold the fox meat to item dealer as soon as he went back to city of beginning. Axel went to the town square with disappointment, "tough luck, I nearly game over and this is all I got?" Alex open his status screen to see what level he's on, "Level 3" it was written in the display. At this moment he knew that he needs a group to survive long enough in this game and so he began to search people to be in his group.


"Okay so now who we got, Darwin, Hector, and Anabelle" Axel cross checking his newly formed team. Darwin the Gladiator, act as the team powerhouse, Hector the swashbuckler and Anabelle the pirate, act as the follow up attacker." Just as they want to went out of the city, there's rumor going on that an event that took out nearly 16 people, only 1 that survived that spread the news all over the game. Most of them don't have the courage to play the event, or should I say care for their life. Axel knew from the first time he dived into this game there's an entrance but no way out.


"Let's us know each others by hunting together, this will make our chemistry better" Axel want to know how they play or their battle style so that he could make a plan for future concern especially if they want to go to the lost graveyard. Axel and his newly formed group went just outside the town to practice and grind some level. Axel cautiously watched their movement. Judging from their movement, Axel could figured out that they were all aren't new to VMMORPG. Darwin never went attack on himself, he waited until the right moment to attack which is when Axel role needed, the tanker. Hector and Anabelle brilliantly follow up Darwin's attack giving no mercy for the enemy. "Okay that's enough guys, we need to save our energy for tomorrow." after the hunt they went back leveled up 1 level and tomorrow will be the verdict of their teamwork

 

[AbraxasNine]

And so, the word spread. Those brave enough, and capable of facing death's door within this game of shadows were called to the Town of Beginnings. These collected individuals have come under the knowledge of the skeletal army, categorized under the undead section of the known beastiary. As individuals massed, the rumors only grew of what could possibly occur, the growing army of both undead and players instilling fear in even calm. They probably did not wish to believe that the game took a deep curve towards reality, that is, until they were forced to face it by these sheer numbers. Potential fighters even began to back down, knowing that losses will occur, and the possibility of their own deaths were so very real. Within the original sword art, they were no numbers of great proportions scaling on the AI's side. This only proved that the system has been modified.


Six hours, that was the amount of time that has passed since the call was made for this event. Nightfall was nearing, and dusk already lay on the horizon, setting the stage for the grim reminder of their mission. The available players were amassing within the plaza, though short in number, the current members held firm to their decision as others slowly entered. Two men stood within the middle, as various others aided the players into an arranged seating pattern. Benches, curbs, even the floor was used to seat these people, only the light of flame illuminating their shapes. Torches lined the area, along with the main streets, channeling them to the plaza, signifying the event with up-most importance. Lanterns hanging from doorways were blown to darkness, only allowing attention to sit within the circular area. The controlling players desired nothing more then to set the mood, wishing for players to know the severity and means of this mission simply from the first impression.


The man arranging for this event was named Brim Stormlight, his hair was golden, lightly meeting his shoulders as his blue eyes peered outward with a sense of order. It was perhaps a sin that the man was not clad with shining armor that further imposed his role, but alas, within the confines of the first floor he wore a ragged plate that seemed to view one too many battles in it's short time. He held firm, coordinating the helping hands from his position in the middle of the forming ring. The boy beside him, Caver Clien, stood with a mild humbleness to him. Atop his head sat messy brown hair that held no true sense of direction, a color that matched that ugly patch of leather armor he wore to cover his vitals. But perhaps the most notable feature of the individual was his green eyes, so filled with fear and anguish that none could mistake. He was the sole survivor of a massacre the occurred only so long ago.


Aiding the individuals who were slowly entering were a questionable bunch. They wore hoods as if to hide their faces from the torches, a few members of the crowd said they were to honor those who died within the massacre, but their true intentions were all but known. They pointed each given person to sit, by Brim Stormlight's prior specifications. They took down each individual's name, stats, and gear in order to prepare for a later announcement that would allow everyone to know their roles in this. However, if they deemed an individual incapable of running this event, they would send them away. Simply another feature of this gathering that underlined just what this event was capable of.


And so the night of briefing had begun, make way our dear heroes to the plaza within the Town of Beginnings. There you shall wait for the further orders of Stormlight. When all is finished, you will have approximately eleven hours to rest and converse with your designated group. For those who have doubts of your triumph, enjoy your life, for one last night.


(In other words, everyone make way to the plaza so either I or Decus can say some random mumbo jumbo using Brim Stormlight. After everyone posts, another event post will take place announcing our groups, and then we have the night to mess around. The morning of the next day, we shall regroup, and put this mission underway.


Unfortunately, my character will not partake in the event herself, seeing as I am going to instead put her in a position that will allow further tweaking for other possible events that may come to play. For now, just think of her as a supported who helps place the torches and the like that were used for this event. I hope you all enjoy the slice of mystery I am toying with! ^^ )


Without further ado

Eri Shia
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Eri had thus traversed her way back to the Town of Beginnings, level sitting as low as seven whilst she expected the highest to be around twenty six by now. For a number of days she knew that her way of grinding was somewhat inefficient seeing as quests allowed for larger sums of EXP. As well, perhaps it was a foolish trait to neglect buying potions, spending all of her col on enhancing her weaponry and gear. Perhaps it was even more foolish to invest in something so light as cloth for armor, simply because it felt more comfortable or didn't look as tattered as the first floor's other common armor drops. But, the girl held firm to her ways for the past number of days. Why she even thought to answer to the call, she could not even answer to that right off the bat.


The girl entered through the east gate, from whence she left once before. Immediately greeted by the lines of torches that aligned both sides of the road. Only gaping when another crossed paths before continuing on the other side, leaving all others dark. This dreary walk lined with fire led her only forward, towards the plaza. At first the whispers sounded like they were coming from the surrounding darkness, wishing to drive an individual mad. But rather, they were the silent voices that awaited within the plaza as they contemplated the meaning of this event's appearance. Chatters of gloom, and pleas of fame were resting among those, was this a sign that death's toll would arrive upon them soon for not proceeding any floors? Or perhaps this was a welcoming event into a new world that offered unbelievable loot upon completion? It was all nothing more than the inner worries and desires of the people partaking in this event, seeing as nothing was for certain.


Eri proceeded to enter this encirclement, only to be halted by a cloaked individual, their lips holding firm to establish an authority. "We must first request that you undergo a stat check before partaking in the event.", his voice snapped the air before her. A window appearing, stating that the player desired to view her character progress, which she regrettably accepted. The individual before her closed the window within seconds, shaking his head in slight disappointment. " My apologies my lady, you do not meet the requirement", again he spoke, though it did not phase the girl before him. Instead she remained, unmoving of posture as she stared at the man. He attempted, at first, to retain his composure, " I can not allow you to proceed." The man began to waver, his voice giving way that he was unsure how to handle such a predicament. " By any chance are you just curious?"


This time, the girl nodded, bringing a form of relief to the hooded man. " Very well, you may take a seat, but your name will not be entered within the event." Once again, she nodded, proceeding to pass him with eyes only pointing forward. " Eri," the man spoke behind her, forcing her to gaze once more at the man. It was probable that he simply remember her name whilst looking over the sheet, but it was peculiar to be called after being allowed to pass. " We do have other work, that you can partake in for the event." Her interest was peaked, and this was obvious seeing as her entire body turned to face the man once more. " Though it requires your continued cooperation to support these, events."

 

[Decus Rex]

Mieyo and Tsunami arrived at the town of beginnings with about six hours to spare and after the "stat check" and all they went into the plaza and towards the staging area where this character by the name brim was supposed to speak and moving just off to the left they sat back to back to catch some zz's while the rest of the guild was told they couldn't participate.


The plaza was extremely full for it being the middle of the night most of the players were set up in small groups sitting in chairs provided by the odd people in black hoods. some folks even had sleeping bags and were taking advantage of the added comfort. The morning was bound to be a start of a very long hard day. Something that most people wouldn't be used to. the higher level characters were being picked out and put onto a separate list, Mieyo was on there he knew and was surprised that they kept Tsusunami with him. it seemed the higher levels were going to be spread out among the multiple groups during the large skirmish this way it was less likely that an overpowered party would end up isolated by charging to hard and left without support likewise that no party was too slow and left behind among enemies. a small 'cavalry was to be set up for the purpose of giving support to those who struggled.


Brim was no fool it seemed he had created 3 contingency plans that all had a flexibility to them.


1: was to use a spear head formation of stronger players that could break through the enemy lines and cut back on their flank pressing the enemy back against the bulk of the players and acting as hammer to anvil.


2: Simple WWII strategy using town carts and creating obstacles for the on coming enemy funnels could be created where the enemy would be forced to come through and into a circle of players where the enemy in question could be dispatched using overwhelming numbers.


3: last but not least, The Cavalry was Brim's guild the Cavalry only accepted the fastest players and as such was built for a simple hit and run strategy the Cavalry would under command of Brim hit the enemies Right flank and draw attention while the slower but stronger players would fall back. once the enemy had devoted its attention on the new threat the entirety of the raiding party would fall back onto the enemy. this strategy could be repeated over and over again making it the option of last resort for it was only useful if the players accepted the loss of life factor but not the idea of losing.

 

[EvilLaugh]

He was insulted at the method of choosing the participants of the event. There were so many flaws, he didn't know where to start. Oh, wait, he did, just because he was most likely the only one who saw them, or looked for them for that matter. So, let us begin this long list of mistakes with the time of the meeting. It's dusk, quite a somber and strange air to use to further impress the image of death on the populace but this would kill the morale of the people, since not all of them, or in fact a very select few of them, knew what it feels like to fight for the right to even live. This lowered morale will result in far fewer participants. I'm sure it's not such a big deal to wait a few hours and in exchange gain more fighters eager to clear the game and lend their strength.


And on that note, there is a fu-, excuse me, a selection process was present, something that would further thin down the numbers of the people fighting. Yes it will ensure that only the strongest would fight, but to discourage joining the 1st Floor Boss Raid was like telling a child they were too young to get into the wading pool. Not only was it ludicrous, it reminded the people of their own impotence, of weakness. If ever the speaker said something to remedy that, then only the strong, who have no need of inspiration, would hear him speak. The air of secrecy also irked him, the people in hoods saying that they would honor the dead with their manner of dress. At this point, they are insulting the intelligence of not only myself, but of everyone in the area. This game requires teamwork and camaraderie. United we stand and divided we do fall, and secrecy only encourages division. He thought with growing irritation after a single glance in the direction of the event. But what truly inspired his anger was the one statement that greeted him when he arrived.


"We must first request that you undergo a stat check before partaking in the event." The cloaked individual that told him this was barring his entrance, his expression stoic and unfeeling, much like Yukito's own, except his eyes were hidden. Still, the boy was sure he could not match the cold fire silently burning within his own steel grey eyes. He froze before the man, his face expressionless, even bored, yet his eyes revealed his thoughts. If looks could kill, every monster, player, NPC, Immortal Object inside the game and every man, woman and child in one mile range of any of the players trapped in the game would have been spontaneously, eviscerated, immolated, vaporized, reconstructed just to be beheaded, mutilated and defiled. Such was his hate at the notion that the on before him through him unworthy. The man must have seen, as he flinched as Yukito's eyes searched his shadowed visage.


He gave no answer as he tried to take another step forward, trying his very best to pretend that the man did not just insult his efforts, yet again he was blocked. Again, the glare was sent, and again he gained another step forward in quiet rage, fully accepting the fact that this would be a slow and tedious process, that involved scaring the wits out of this one hooded, Yukito's mind was just buzzing with the amount of insults he could throw at this upstart but for not he will be, imbecile.


Another hooded figure was about to help his comrade out and quell the raging Yukito, stepping out between them. "What seems to be the problem here?" The other asked somewhat calmly as, he, she, Yukito could not tell as the voice drifted just in between, which if anything, was telling of the age of the one speaking to him, someone young and still wet behind the ears.


"He does not wish to go through the mandatory stat check before participating in the event." The imbecile answered with a solid voice, though the crackle of fear rung ever so clearly in Yukito's ears. "I was just about to explain to him that in was necessary to ensure that one was strong enough to survive it." The Imbecile faced Yukito at the end of his explanation, probably wishing that such an indirect explanation would sway him into compliance.


Yukito, himself, had enough of the insults to his intellect, and acted.


When he spoke, he was an orator. "Let's think about this, shall we?" He asked, his voice soft and almost laced with honey at how soothingly sweet it was. "I wish to enter this event, and I do not wish to comply with this stat check. If I do not comply though, I see nothing you can do about it. The Jail still exists after all and if you instigate my pressing of the report button, you will be sentenced to it for the duration of this game. As I am simply walking and you are actively hindering me, the system will recognize me as the victim here, and so you, or the both of you, will be transported to the place for orange players. This is Harassment after all, not sexually of course but harassment nonetheless. If anyone asked what had happened, who would be trusted, the green or the orange?" He ended, quickly glaring at both of them before taking a single step forward and...


Smiling.


"Now, who wants to go first?" They were both still, his charming smile spreading wider. "No? Alright then, good evening, to you both as well." He walked into the courtyard, selecting a seat somewhere closer to the back, then he waited.

 

[GreenSea]

Axel and his friends woked up by the riot caused in the plaza, Axel saw a lot of adventurers hanging out at the center of the plaze, Some of them sits on the bench while other sits on the floor. Axel direcly went out of the inn to see what's going on and there he accidentally overheard people whispering, "Hey.. do you wawnt to join?" "hell no! my life were far more precious than this piece of data (swearing word was replace into another word)" Axel began to smirk, "hey guys.. this is it.. there's no way to chicken out right now, after all seeing you guys work together with me, we're unstoppable!" All of Axel's friend nodded him with a smiled indicate that they were all agreed with him. He slowly walked towards the hooded man. "Hey! I don't care any of your plans but we're here to join the event!" Brim only replied him with a smiled, "Fine but leave those 2 people in here" The hooded man pointed at Hector and Anabelle. Axel grabbed the hooded man robe and said "Are you messing with me? those 2 are good at follow up attacks! you just insult their skill by directly declining them" Hector and Anabelle went to Axel to calmed him down "Hey Axel.. it's okay we'll be fine, just go with Darwin, we'll be waiting for you guys in here."


Axel let go of his hand and went back to the end of the crowd. "I'm sorry Hector, Anabelle... your training became useless.. maybe I should give up on this event" Axel show his dissapointment. At that time Anabelle slapped Axel, he saw slightly Anabelle's tear, "Snap out of it Axel! you just met us a day ago and pretend to be our friend? what do you know about me, Hector, or Darwin! so please... join the event and come back safely!" Those harsh words from Anabelle only makes her even more crying. Axel patted her head and said to her softly, "I promise.." Anabelle finally smiled.