Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
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Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
Many Will Fall
As the player loads up the game, the players' mind has a surprisingly smooth transition from their physical bodies into their virtual ones. Once their mind has completed the transfer into their digital form, the player will descend into a stone room with no doors or windows, only torches to illuminate the space. As the player stands in the center, a holographic module appears before them, a menu, with an "Enter Game" option at the top. Upon placing their hand below the button, their surroundings shift and the players are only able to see the pages of a tome describing a city.
"Galnyrad. It is a place filled with peoples of all kinds. Galnyrad is an independent city, free from the politics of the surrounding nations and kingdoms. The city is most famous two things: its center of martial schools, the Valorborn Academy, and the Arena of Blood. Those that survive this arena will have a chance at being admitted into the Valorborn Academy for further training."
"One of the city's most popular events is the Vermilion Tournament. These games take place in the Bloodborn Coliseum, testing the skills and mettle of fighters that dare put their name down for the challenge. The victors of this arena are guaranteed the opportunity to partake in the Valorborn Academy and ultimately serve as the protectors of Galnyrad."
As the players turned the page, their environment changed once more. From staring into old parchment, they now gazed upon a dry and dusty arena. Their new form would feel incredibly real. Upon seeing where they were, a voice would call out through the noise of the crowds. "Gladiators! Prepare yourselves for the first round of combat!"
Round 1
The players would have a few moments to gather their bearing before the gates opened and they were released into the field of combat (K-2)! From the other side of the arena were several other fighters, all clad in black and red uniform armor and carrying long swords.
(Vermilion Skirmishers' locations: G-22, I-20, J-20, L-19, M-20, N-20, O-21)
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DrHuggies
One Thousand Club
Karnios Stonehide
HP: 23/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: I-5
Karnios looked as his hands, his mind amazed at the smooth transition from reality into virtuality. He clenched and unclenched his hands, gazing around the windowless room. He was considerably taller than in real life, but it seemed natural. Everything seemed so normal, like he'd been in this body his whole life. The whole situation was unreal to him, he couldn't believe what he was doing. Just as he was started to freak out a little bit a holographic message appeared in front of him. Placing his hand on the "Enter Game" button he saw his surroundings shift. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if the world around him was spinning alarmingly fast. Then a message appeared before him. He wasn't the fastest reader, but he eventually reached the end, nodding to himself as the reality of the situation dawned on him. This was for real. He turned the page and suddenly the sick feeling enveloped him again. This time he was by the gates of a dusty, dry Colosseum type arena. It thrilled him. The cheers of the crowd filled his veins with Adrenalin. "Gladiators! Prepare yourselves for the first round of combat!" He heard the voice boom from outside the gate. Bouncing up and down on his feet he realized he was now clad in the armor he had selected beforehand, a heavy battleaxe in his hands. The gates rumbled open. He saw several other fighters in some sort of uniformed armor rush out in front of him, carrying the same weapons. With a thundering roar, half pure thrill and half nervous stress release he charged forwards, raising the battle axe with one hand and making a fist in the air with the other. If he didn't do well we would want to at least have fun doing it, he decided to himself.
HP: 23/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: I-5
Karnios looked as his hands, his mind amazed at the smooth transition from reality into virtuality. He clenched and unclenched his hands, gazing around the windowless room. He was considerably taller than in real life, but it seemed natural. Everything seemed so normal, like he'd been in this body his whole life. The whole situation was unreal to him, he couldn't believe what he was doing. Just as he was started to freak out a little bit a holographic message appeared in front of him. Placing his hand on the "Enter Game" button he saw his surroundings shift. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if the world around him was spinning alarmingly fast. Then a message appeared before him. He wasn't the fastest reader, but he eventually reached the end, nodding to himself as the reality of the situation dawned on him. This was for real. He turned the page and suddenly the sick feeling enveloped him again. This time he was by the gates of a dusty, dry Colosseum type arena. It thrilled him. The cheers of the crowd filled his veins with Adrenalin. "Gladiators! Prepare yourselves for the first round of combat!" He heard the voice boom from outside the gate. Bouncing up and down on his feet he realized he was now clad in the armor he had selected beforehand, a heavy battleaxe in his hands. The gates rumbled open. He saw several other fighters in some sort of uniformed armor rush out in front of him, carrying the same weapons. With a thundering roar, half pure thrill and half nervous stress release he charged forwards, raising the battle axe with one hand and making a fist in the air with the other. If he didn't do well we would want to at least have fun doing it, he decided to himself.
Detective Rascal
Magic is just Science unexplained
Priya
HP: 17/17
Mana: 5/5
Position: K-4
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HP: 17/17
Mana: 5/5
Position: K-4
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The first thing Priya did when she spawned was take a breath, feeling her lungs fill out with air, even though the body she was in wasn't exactly real. It was strange, oh so strange, to look around the place and not adjust her glasses, or look down at all and not see her real body. Instead she saw the body she had made for herself in the character creator, and really Priya couldn't help but be amazed at just the realness this all felt.
The environmental creation for this game was great! Admittedly Priya got spooked right at the start, but she was totally up to do a genre blending fantasy/sci-fi game if she got to play with such amazing graphics and tech.
The room she had spawned in was dusty, and the roar of the crowds outside felt so real. Definitely the tutorial level, but now Priya felt a little dumb for picking a support class. She only had the dueling staff she picked in the creator, but now that it was actually in her hands, glorified stick felt more like a suitable name. Maybe she could find someone to act like her DPS and she could keep them alive, unless this was a PVE tutorial that she could actually last in.
Though Priya didn't have long to look around and find a friendly before something was yelled into the spawn room, and the gates started to rumble open to release everyone. People charged out, leaving Priya to be swept out along with them, and she was only able to get her footing once she was free to the open air of the arena. It was chaotic, but at least Priya was now in the game, glorified stick in her hands.
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Asteraflora
Celestial Pupil
Anika
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: J-4
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: J-4
A giggle-fit takes over Anika when she feels how amazing and real the environment was. She hops on the balls of her feet and pats her thighs, curiosity exciting her every muscle. It's absolutely amazing! These clothes and armor aren't hers, but they fit and move with her perfectly, feeling like they are already well-worn in. She holds back a squeal and quickly hits the "Enter Game" option. Her heart pounds in her chest, her eyes soaking in the bit of lore, her smile growing with every bit of new and realistic sensory.
Then the room turned into a battleground. She flinched at the booming announcement, "Gladiators! Prepare yourselves for the first round of combat!". Dirty, loud, and chaotic, Anika's heart dropped. The roaring sounded so real, dust in her lungs was real. The gates opened, and she was bumped on all sides as players eagerly ran past her to battle. Anika's fear was real.
"This is exactly what you signed up for," She reminds herself, and her heart quickly returning, she smiles huge, her entire body beating with excitement yet again. She grasps her bow and knocks an arrow, positioning herself by what looks like a support while still being in the back of the pack.
Seraph Darkfire
King of the Underworld
Dror
HP: 16
Mana: 5
Position: K-2 --> H-5
HP: 16
Mana: 5
Position: K-2 --> H-5
"Wow, what a startling way to introduce the game" Dror made a face "For a second, I was afraid I'd actually been trapped in the game, they could have mentioned that in the ads" he looked around, finding nothing but an empty room around him. It was really lifelike, he could even feel the heat coming from the torches when he moved closer to them.
For the moment, he ignored the menu that had popped up. He'd been planning to play the game for a while now, around the time it was first announced. He'd made plans for when he first joined the game. At the time, he hadn't realized what would happen in the beginning, but this little area was a good place to test out his digital body. He wasn't as muscular as the game had him currently. It was interesting. He wasn't small or out of shape, but he didn't really work out either.
In real life, he was the type of guy who simply blended in to the background. It was also the reason he picked the Monk class, it was an up close and personal type of person, someone who had to be in the center of battle. He hoped that it would help him deal with some of his social anxiety. He'd long felt trapped within himself and this game provided a way for him to be free, hence the name of Dror.
Dror flexed his fingers and hopped around, stumbling a little bit as he adjusted to the differences between his real body size and his digital one "This is so weird, this body is much better than my real one" he said as he got used to moving around "I feel like I could take on an army" he grinned. Oddly enough, he also felt calmer, as if he was...One With Everything.
He walked back to the center and the menu popped up once more "Lets see how this game plays" he said placing his hand under the 'Enter' word. It was slightly dizzying as the surroundings shifted and a tome of some sort appeared before him. He made sure to read it thoroughly before finding himself in a dusty arena. He coughed slightly as he felt dust enter his lungs with his first breath "Wow, that..is weird" he mumbled as he cleared his throat.
Dror didn't get much time to examine his surroundings as the announcement was made "Right into the action huh?" he asked as he noticed other players moving forward through the gates. He grinned "Alright, I can get into it" he observed the armored knights across from them "Quite threatening, but the game wouldn't stick us into a bad place at the beginning, they should only be around level one like us" his hands tightened into fists as he slid into a battle stance.
He felt strangely eager to begin fighting.
Swanson
HP:18/18
Stamina: 5/5
From: K2 To: M4
HP:18/18
Stamina: 5/5
From: K2 To: M4
Swanson looked about the room in silent amazement; his face aglow in the torchlight. He takes a moment to become acquainted with his new body, when a holographic terminal appears before him. "ENTER GAME," it read. He is momentarily stunned when he thinks of how far technology has progressed in his long lifetime. Swanson then places his palm upon the terminal and is whisked away, seemingly into a book. He quickly soaks up the information he sees, and eagerly turns the page hoping for more. Instead, his environment shifts again.
Swanson takes a moment to examine his surroundings. He realizes he is in an arena of some sort; waiting behind a gate for battle. He sees others around him, but he does not recognize them. "Gladiators! Prepare yourselves for the first round of combat!" booms from above. He quickly checks his person and notices a bow strung across his back. With ease and finesse, his bow is drawn and an arrow is knocked; Swanson moves out into the arena. He thought he was ready for anything.
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TuxedoSquid
New Member
Bayar
HP:15/15
Mana: 5/5
From: K2 To: O4
HP:15/15
Mana: 5/5
From: K2 To: O4
"GLADIATORS, PREPARE FOR COMBAT!"
The disembodied voice boomed from above.
Bayar looked down at his hands, examining the painstaking detail in the gauntlets that covered his hands, and the rags which wrapped his arms and legs. His new body felt unbelievably real; the wind whipped at the rags around his face, tiny flecks of sand struck the round lenses of his goggles, and the staff he held felt heavy in his hands.
He glanced around the arena entryway. Other combatants made their way out of the gate around him, brushing past him in the tight confines of the atrium. He hesitantly rested his hand under "Enter Game" and the menu was whisked away. He leaned against his staff and moved down the left side of the arena's rough stone wall.
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CrimsonEclipse
The One and Only
Pandora
HP: 15
Stamina: 5
Location: K2
HP: 15
Stamina: 5
Location: K2
"Wow." Pandora had said as she entered the game. This was her first virtual reality game, and this is amazing. Everything felt so real, the way she moves, how the world feels, everything is so amazing. Te clothes she had was amazing, it looked better than what she usually had on and the knife in her hand, well dagger, felt so real that it even has weight in her hands.
Still, that creepy message she got when entering this game was disturbing. But what does she know? This is her first game and it might be a common feature or setting. Her reveries was cut short by a loud voice booming "GLADIATORS, PREPARE FOR COMBAT!"
Enemies started appearing, and again, they were so life-like. Every detail are carefully crafted, they each have different features and so on. She wouldn't even be surprised if they had different personalities.
A holographic image appeared before Pandora that says "ENTER GAME" and Pandora quickly pressed it. Pandora ran into the arena, lagging a bit behind to see what the others will be doing.
(Sorry for the late reply.)
Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
Round 2
MAP
As the players poured out of their holdings, the Vermilion Skirmishers seemed to be strategizing with each other. After a brief moment of discussion, they split up, four Skirmishers going one way, three going the other, taking the round about way along the arena's walls. The crowd was starting to grow silent as they watched in awe at the impending battle. By the looks of their movements, the Skirmishers were sending the greater of their numbers to the seemingly weaker side of the players' formation. As they moved, the announcer's voice thundered through arena: "It appears our Skirmishers have a plan in mind! How will our gladiators respond to this tactical advance?"
MAP
As the players poured out of their holdings, the Vermilion Skirmishers seemed to be strategizing with each other. After a brief moment of discussion, they split up, four Skirmishers going one way, three going the other, taking the round about way along the arena's walls. The crowd was starting to grow silent as they watched in awe at the impending battle. By the looks of their movements, the Skirmishers were sending the greater of their numbers to the seemingly weaker side of the players' formation. As they moved, the announcer's voice thundered through arena: "It appears our Skirmishers have a plan in mind! How will our gladiators respond to this tactical advance?"
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DrHuggies
One Thousand Club
Karnios Stonehide
HP: 23/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: L-7
Karnios watched the skirmishers split into two formations. He looked to his left and right, and saw that it seemed that the skirmishers were attacking the side with the lighter armored gladiators. Reacting to this, Karnios ran towards the center of the arena. "Yell out if you're getting in trouble, I can be the front line, but I'm going to need the rest of you to support and out flank them" Karnios roared, his voice in this virtual world a lot louder and deeper than his real voice. He enjoyed the sound of it. He slammed his fist against his breastplate and looked to the crowd, raising his arms. He was ready to fight and he wanted to get the crowd all riled up too. Karnios reacted better under pressure, and the louder the crowd the more adrenaline rushing through his veins.
HP: 23/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: L-7
Karnios watched the skirmishers split into two formations. He looked to his left and right, and saw that it seemed that the skirmishers were attacking the side with the lighter armored gladiators. Reacting to this, Karnios ran towards the center of the arena. "Yell out if you're getting in trouble, I can be the front line, but I'm going to need the rest of you to support and out flank them" Karnios roared, his voice in this virtual world a lot louder and deeper than his real voice. He enjoyed the sound of it. He slammed his fist against his breastplate and looked to the crowd, raising his arms. He was ready to fight and he wanted to get the crowd all riled up too. Karnios reacted better under pressure, and the louder the crowd the more adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Seraph Darkfire
King of the Underworld
Dror
HP: 16
Mana: 5
Position: H-5 --> G-8
HP: 16
Mana: 5
Position: H-5 --> G-8
Dror watched as the large burly man nearest to him moved forward. He had the look of a brawler which was probably why the man had moved into the center of the field. Dror however, while also being a close quarters combat type of character, preferred to be more tactful in his movements.
He ran forward and pressed himself against the pillar ahead of him, it provided decent enough cover. He didn't know what these 'Skirmishers' had in store for them. Just because they carried close range weapons didn't mean they didn't have long range attacks. Well...he was probably just being over cautious.
He gently touched the pillar gently "Fascinating" he was still getting used to actually feeling something in a game. This was as real as anything he could imagine. He then shook his head and peaked his head around to watch the upcoming Skirmishers coming towards them. The AI seemed quite advanced for them to perform flanking maneuvers. He looked back at the group of people and wondered about what to do as a team.
In the real world, he'd never really participated in team games, and even when he did, he didn't talk to anyone. He was more of a solo player and didn't understand the intricacies of an MMORPG style game. What he did understand were more common things, the fighters moved to the front, the healers in the middle to heal the fighters, and the long range combatants in the back, providing cover for those ahead.
"Whatever" he mumbled "Focus on the enemy and help those who need it" he said to himself "Figure everything else out as I go"
Detective Rascal
Magic is just Science unexplained
Priya
HP: 17/17
Mana: 5/5
Position: K-5
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HP: 17/17
Mana: 5/5
Position: K-5
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Priya easily got distracted when she heard some kind of announcer boom over the arena, because she instinctively went to go look at whom the voice belonged too, but then she felt a little panicked about everything. This all kind of felt a little overwhelming, with the dust and the loud noises and the small amount of regret of deciding on being support. Why was her instinct to help people?! In an MMO no less?! Her glorified stick was going to do nothing, and as Priya looked back at the people in front of her, she prayed to whatever god she picked as a Cleric that everyone else wasn't going to be a blind idiot.
Though she made herself take a breath, just to calm down and focus, because she wanted to be on the ball for the tutorial level. The AI they were fighting against were making moves, and hopefully the others would take care of them. All she would have to do is stay alive, that would be the goal. Also keep everyone else alive, but really that was more a back-burner goal than anything.
Priya took a good look at her weapon though, twirling it in her hand before she lifted it into the air and started waving it about. She was trying to get the attention of the people up front, who were probably going to get hit first, and probably the most. She had one spell, which she knew had a 6 round cooldown, but if she could lock in a target she could get started as healer right away. So Priya started to yell, just to make sure that everyone could hear her in the quieting arena.
"Oi! I can heal! You folks better god damn YELL when you start taking damage! First come first serve folks!"
Asteraflora
Celestial Pupil
Anika
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: J-6
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: J-6
Anika hops, squeals and giggles all at once in response to how clever the enemies were. Everything, even to the intelligence of the NPCs, was absolutely fascinating! The creators of this game were geniuses!
Her eyes dart about. She watches gleefully as the players start to move, anxious to start. She hops from foot to foot, gripping her bow and eyeing her enemies. She growls lightly, frustrated by her lack of position movement, but she has to watch her step and stay in the back of the pack to take advantage of her range. She hears the large one's booming commands, and the tiny one's charismatic threat. This makes her smile, she nods once to herself, taking in each of their's advice.
Lifting her bow, she aims her arrow first to the skirmishers quickest approaching the monk; however.. he has a pillar already offering some kind of coverage. The warrior is absolutely unguarded! Swiftly, her aim slides across the arena, her focus at the enemies most threatening to him.
"This is it, guys, she says to herself, her words whisking past her huge smile, "Keep up the good work and communication!"
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TuxedoSquid
New Member
Bayar
HP: 15/15
Mana: 5/5
From: 04 to N3
Bayar glanced briefly over at the oddly-dressed woman yelling madly into thin air, then turned to assess the oncoming attackers.
He moved behind the line of players, who also braced themselves for the attack. He had no qualms about letting them take the force of the attack. They were bruisers, fighters, healers; they could take it, right? And not to mention, better them than him...
No, better he assist from the backline. Bayar did his best to conceal himself against the back wall of the arena, hoping his dull brown rags might conceal him some against the rough-hewn stone wall. Staying low against the dirt floor, he eyed the enemy combatants. Three were grouped together and moving this direction - a perfect target for a Chaos Bolt. Looking over the shoulder of the burly man in front of him, he channeled the energy through his body and prepared his attack.
HP: 15/15
Mana: 5/5
From: 04 to N3
Bayar glanced briefly over at the oddly-dressed woman yelling madly into thin air, then turned to assess the oncoming attackers.
He moved behind the line of players, who also braced themselves for the attack. He had no qualms about letting them take the force of the attack. They were bruisers, fighters, healers; they could take it, right? And not to mention, better them than him...
No, better he assist from the backline. Bayar did his best to conceal himself against the back wall of the arena, hoping his dull brown rags might conceal him some against the rough-hewn stone wall. Staying low against the dirt floor, he eyed the enemy combatants. Three were grouped together and moving this direction - a perfect target for a Chaos Bolt. Looking over the shoulder of the burly man in front of him, he channeled the energy through his body and prepared his attack.
Swanson
HP: 18/18
Stamina: 5/5
From: M4 To: H5
From his position, Swanson can easily make out his opponents; three to his right, and four to his left. He also see that the others among him have begun moving out to meet their enemies. He notices one of them run off on his own, towards the right. Swanson couldn't just let him go out without any backup, stranger or not. They were all in this together, right? He rushes over, bow in hand. The lone fighter sees him, and says nothing. Swanson gives him a nod, a quick wave, then raises his bow in preparation for the fight to come. He scoped out the three assailants, trying to find weak points.
HP: 18/18
Stamina: 5/5
From: M4 To: H5
From his position, Swanson can easily make out his opponents; three to his right, and four to his left. He also see that the others among him have begun moving out to meet their enemies. He notices one of them run off on his own, towards the right. Swanson couldn't just let him go out without any backup, stranger or not. They were all in this together, right? He rushes over, bow in hand. The lone fighter sees him, and says nothing. Swanson gives him a nod, a quick wave, then raises his bow in preparation for the fight to come. He scoped out the three assailants, trying to find weak points.
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Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
Swanson's observations would not prove fruitful. As far as anyone could tell, the Skirmishers seemed to be healthy and prepared. What Swanson would notice, however, is the armor pattern of the Skirmishers. The plate was more of a fashion detail than practicality as it guarded only their waist, head, and wrists, as the rest of their armor was dark red leather.
CrimsonEclipse
The One and Only
Pandora
HP: 15
Stamina: 5
Location: K2 > L7
HP: 15
Stamina: 5
Location: K2 > L7
As soon as the battle started one of the players, a warrior judging from his armor, gave them orders. It was a sound tactic but one of the other players just basically told him to mind his own business. How rude, that warrior guys was just trying to help. Not everyone are good at games and the warrior just advised them what to do.
Anyway, being a melee attacker, Pandora was thinking of going in to fight an enemy. However there was a chance of her dying due to the build of her character. Instead of tackling an enemy solo, she decided to fjnd someone who can tank it for her.
She headed towards the warrior guy, watching out for any threats that may come her way. "Hey! Would you mind tanking one for me?" She asked the warrior once she got close to him.
DrHuggies
Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
Round 3
MAP
The Skirmishers proceeded with their advance along the outer ring of the arena, already half-way across the arena. A breeze wanders through the battlefield, kicking small wisps of dust into the air. The crowd, that had quieted with anticipation. Standing atop the southern arena entrance was a man garbed in scarlet robes etched with gold lines and details. In his thunderous voice, the man called to the audience once more: "It appears our gladiators are discussing crucial strategy! Ladies and gentlemen, we may have quite the engagement building before us!"
(Vermilion Skirmisher)
MAP
The Skirmishers proceeded with their advance along the outer ring of the arena, already half-way across the arena. A breeze wanders through the battlefield, kicking small wisps of dust into the air. The crowd, that had quieted with anticipation. Standing atop the southern arena entrance was a man garbed in scarlet robes etched with gold lines and details. In his thunderous voice, the man called to the audience once more: "It appears our gladiators are discussing crucial strategy! Ladies and gentlemen, we may have quite the engagement building before us!"
(Vermilion Skirmisher)
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Asteraflora
Celestial Pupil
Anika
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: J-6 to K-7
Anika peers at the four skirmishers versus the three coming up on the opposite side. She clicks her tongue, and winks at the closest of the four. "Sorry dear, you're the odd one out," she whispers through her grin. "Alright, I'm goin' in!" Anika announces as she skips to stand beside the large ally and his new friend, getting all seven of the skirmishers in her range.HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: J-6 to K-7
Her arrow lines up with her sights.
Her entire aura seems to shift. With a smooth transition, her hopping halts, her body stills, and a deep breath exhaled counts down the release of the first shot of the game. flick. An arrow rips the dusty air, charging at the skirmisher (R-13).
DrHuggies
One Thousand Club
Karnios Stonehide
HP: 23/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: L-7 > Q7
Karnios turned to see the small girl run up to him and ask him to tank one of the enemies. He smiled, glad that there was some sort of communication within this group
"Happily" he grunted, his deep, gravely voice booming much lower than the high pitched feminine voice of the girl. He eyed the four skirmishers to his left and run forwards towards them, "let's do this" he roared as he charged until he was in front of the skirmishers. He turned to the girl and nodded, then made as much noise as he could to distract the skirmishers.
"Oi! Anyone a medic, looks like I may be in a bit of trouble unless I can get some healing over here"
HP: 23/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: L-7 > Q7
Karnios turned to see the small girl run up to him and ask him to tank one of the enemies. He smiled, glad that there was some sort of communication within this group
"Happily" he grunted, his deep, gravely voice booming much lower than the high pitched feminine voice of the girl. He eyed the four skirmishers to his left and run forwards towards them, "let's do this" he roared as he charged until he was in front of the skirmishers. He turned to the girl and nodded, then made as much noise as he could to distract the skirmishers.
"Oi! Anyone a medic, looks like I may be in a bit of trouble unless I can get some healing over here"
Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
The arrow flies true, piercing the garb of the Skirmisher and making home in the left side of his chest. If any blood surfaced, the red uniform concealed it. While hurt, the Skirmisher pulled the arrow from the wound and snapped in half with his free hand before bringing his long sword up in a defensive position. Something else appeared in Anika's vision. Numbers. Above the head of the Skirmisher, two numbers separated by a forward slash with the first being yellow and the second being green. The Skirmisher's health appeared as "9/15."
(R-13 Vermilion Skirmisher: 9/15 HP)
(R-13 Vermilion Skirmisher: 9/15 HP)
Raziel
Keeper of Secrets
Vayle
HP: 17/17
Stamina: 5/5
Position: L3 -> H8
The disconnect from her real body was incredible. So fluid and easy. This truly was a one-of-a-kind game. She didn't understand how much time went by, but it felt like hours or seconds. The room in which she found herself was neatly layered stone and the air was cool. With a deep breath, she filled her virtual lungs that felt oh so real. Her body felt so... natural... despite the fact that the added height, weight, and muscle structure was throwing her for a loop. All of these things however, were put in the back seat of her mind as a holographic module appeared. A little ahead of the times for the space, I think. The button with the sign "Enter Game" appeared in the center of the module, just under the game's title. A small smile crept up on her as her palm pressed on the hologram.
Everything shifted. The stone melted and hardened into timber while the holographic module converted into a plain oaken desk. On the desk was a tome, one that look as archaic as the times they game was modeled after. The tome was open and Vayle took a step forward to read its contents. This place, "Galnyrad," must of been of great importance. Probably the city defending the world from demons or something. Her guess was a long shot, but her experiences in other MMOs that incorporate cities with guardians and academies, generally they served such a purpose. Who knows?
Upon digesting the information within the tome, Vayle turned the page. As she did, something seemed... different. The air was thicker with dust. Looking up, she was inside the entrance of what appeared to be an arena. The crowd was howling at something, but Vayle didn't know what. Other individuals, seemingly players, were standing near the arena's entrance split off into two groups. Standing just before her was a woman in brown robes. A spellcaster, most likely. To her left was another spellcaster, huddling close to the wall like a homeless soul would to try and find warmth. I know whose getting the axe first if he keeps that up. Vayle was never one to be passive in games like these.
As she walked forward, she could see another warrior running off to the east side of the arena, calling for the help of the other players in the arena. Through quick glances, Vayle could tell the players had split up already. There wasn't much communication. Figuring the healer, whoever it was, was going to be attending to the warrior's needs, Vayle split to the west side, going to accompany a short ranger-man along with what appeared to be a martial artist of sorts, most likely a monk. She took her place behind the pillar, making just as the monk started making his move. Using the opportunity to assess her enemies from afar, Vayle took the small pause to notice the light armor and long swords that the skirmishers were wielding. No time like the present, yeah? Looking towards the ranger, Vayle called out with a voice deeper with maturity than her real one. "How many are there on this side?" Having only just arrived, she hadn't actually seen how many enemies were on the west side of the arena.
HP: 17/17
Stamina: 5/5
Position: L3 -> H8
The disconnect from her real body was incredible. So fluid and easy. This truly was a one-of-a-kind game. She didn't understand how much time went by, but it felt like hours or seconds. The room in which she found herself was neatly layered stone and the air was cool. With a deep breath, she filled her virtual lungs that felt oh so real. Her body felt so... natural... despite the fact that the added height, weight, and muscle structure was throwing her for a loop. All of these things however, were put in the back seat of her mind as a holographic module appeared. A little ahead of the times for the space, I think. The button with the sign "Enter Game" appeared in the center of the module, just under the game's title. A small smile crept up on her as her palm pressed on the hologram.
Everything shifted. The stone melted and hardened into timber while the holographic module converted into a plain oaken desk. On the desk was a tome, one that look as archaic as the times they game was modeled after. The tome was open and Vayle took a step forward to read its contents. This place, "Galnyrad," must of been of great importance. Probably the city defending the world from demons or something. Her guess was a long shot, but her experiences in other MMOs that incorporate cities with guardians and academies, generally they served such a purpose. Who knows?
Upon digesting the information within the tome, Vayle turned the page. As she did, something seemed... different. The air was thicker with dust. Looking up, she was inside the entrance of what appeared to be an arena. The crowd was howling at something, but Vayle didn't know what. Other individuals, seemingly players, were standing near the arena's entrance split off into two groups. Standing just before her was a woman in brown robes. A spellcaster, most likely. To her left was another spellcaster, huddling close to the wall like a homeless soul would to try and find warmth. I know whose getting the axe first if he keeps that up. Vayle was never one to be passive in games like these.
As she walked forward, she could see another warrior running off to the east side of the arena, calling for the help of the other players in the arena. Through quick glances, Vayle could tell the players had split up already. There wasn't much communication. Figuring the healer, whoever it was, was going to be attending to the warrior's needs, Vayle split to the west side, going to accompany a short ranger-man along with what appeared to be a martial artist of sorts, most likely a monk. She took her place behind the pillar, making just as the monk started making his move. Using the opportunity to assess her enemies from afar, Vayle took the small pause to notice the light armor and long swords that the skirmishers were wielding. No time like the present, yeah? Looking towards the ranger, Vayle called out with a voice deeper with maturity than her real one. "How many are there on this side?" Having only just arrived, she hadn't actually seen how many enemies were on the west side of the arena.
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Seraph Darkfire
King of the Underworld
It was interesting seeing everyone move, however, Dror was surprised when someone stepped up next to him behind the pillar, another warrior by the looks of her 'Big girl' Dror himself was quite tall, even in real life, but this girl stood just a bit taller than him. He wondered if it was her real height before she spoke.
"How many are there on this side?"
When he heard the warrior speak, he was a little surprised at her voice but put it in the back of his mind for the moment and answered for the ranger behind him "Three on our side" he said as he peeked out from behind the pillar before looking up "Hmm, I've got an idea, I'll take the high road, mind luring them over here?" he said to the two of them before he stepped back slightly and suddenly jumped.
Athletics, he was thankful that he'd picked that skill during his character creation. He hadn't thought that it would come in handy so soon though as he attempted to jump and climb to the top of the pillar. With the warrior and ranger on his side, he'd be able to take their enemies by surprise.
If he managed to reach the top of the pillar, he could use his Stealth and Acrobatics to stay hidden from the Skirmishers as well as stay on the pillar. He could also use his Insight to predict where the opponents would move to.
((So, a Strength Roll, two Dexterity Rolls, and a Wisdom Roll I think...if the Strength Roll works out anyway))
"How many are there on this side?"
When he heard the warrior speak, he was a little surprised at her voice but put it in the back of his mind for the moment and answered for the ranger behind him "Three on our side" he said as he peeked out from behind the pillar before looking up "Hmm, I've got an idea, I'll take the high road, mind luring them over here?" he said to the two of them before he stepped back slightly and suddenly jumped.
Athletics, he was thankful that he'd picked that skill during his character creation. He hadn't thought that it would come in handy so soon though as he attempted to jump and climb to the top of the pillar. With the warrior and ranger on his side, he'd be able to take their enemies by surprise.
If he managed to reach the top of the pillar, he could use his Stealth and Acrobatics to stay hidden from the Skirmishers as well as stay on the pillar. He could also use his Insight to predict where the opponents would move to.
((So, a Strength Roll, two Dexterity Rolls, and a Wisdom Roll I think...if the Strength Roll works out anyway))
Ravenheart
Watcher of the Fallen
The monk's leap would prove effective, grabbing a hold of the wooden pillar about 12 feet off the ground. The pillar, however, would prove too difficult to climb as it provides no groves to hold onto the farther up it goes. Because of this, there is no way to avoid being seen by the Skirmishers, the closest of which twirls her blade in her hand, ready for the oncoming action. If anything they were looking to commence a simple assault.
