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Fantasy Tales of Thol

BlacklegSanji

Cook of the Thousand Sunny
kirito1337 submitted a new role play:


Tales Of Thol - Adventure into the world of this magnificent MMO..... wait there's no log out button....


July 4th 2014, the realease date of the game Tales Of Thol 3, which as stated by Octive corp will bring a change to the world of Virtual Reality gaming. It will be realised along with the new system made by Octive corp, the Octive VR 3.


As was the case in Tales Of Thol 2, players will be able to choose from several playable races for their character, and the game will recognize race flags, class flags, or a combination of the two depending on the situation.


The game will be set in Kelyn, a world based on earth. The game will cover more geographic territory than its predecessors, its based on the new full scale system, unlike the half scale system where distance is half of what it should be, distance will be full scale to add more scenery and geographical territory.


Mike Hardy and Cameron Dole from Octive corp. have stated that some quests alone will be 50 hours long. Choices made by the players will impact what happens in the game and how the Npc's act towards them.


Octive corp. mentioned that the main plot will be "saving the world from itself." The plot will involve an all out war between each of the Nations. Along with the larger size of the game map, the players will be able to travel to various areas to either calm or encourage the fighting.



The story so far:







Day 1: approximately 500,000 players world wide logged in today. The lands of Kelyn were majestic almost. The land was amazing. People began to look around, and tried to get use to the controls. Within the hour many people had started doing their own thing and that's when it happened. A face appeared in the clouds, distorted and deformed. It said noting it was just there. Then in a instant everyone playing the game got a message. I am the virus, I have you all trapped is what it said. no one took it seriously really and the face disappeared. But then, after a short time, several people started to panic everywhere. "There's no log out button!" they screamed and cried. I guess it really does have us all trapped... that virus.


Myths of Kelyn:







Sirens Cove: On a island far off the eastern coast of Kelyn there lives many creatures of the oceans. Sea serpents, hydra's, and mermaids roam the waters around the island and on the island many sirens flock to lay eggs and protect a secret treasure buried there. But that's not all, there is a curse. Those who dare to wake my slumber and steal my treasure shall perish is what's carved into the cave wall outside the treasure room, and the people who once lived on the island believe a huge siren bigger than any other rests inside those caves.


Ghostly Woods: In the swampy regions of Kelyn there are many ghost stories to be told but none is quite like the one of the ghostly woods, where dead men do in fact tell tales. And this tale is one of a knight riding on a horse through the depths of the ghostly woods, slashing off the heads of any wandering travellers, searching for one to replace the head he is missing.


Dragons crypt: Dragon's are known for liking gold and jewels but they are also known for having burial grounds in the mountains. Well in the western mountains you can find both. The gold of a thousand dragons and the scales and claws perfect for making armour and weaponry stronger than steal. But beware the dragon known for being the strongest dragon in all the lands Arzel guards the crypt of his fallen comrades.


Shimmering mine: This underground treasury holds many secrets and riches. It was once known as the most valuable source of income to Kelyn. But then Golems came and tore the place apart keeping it for themselves. There entrance to the mine has since been barred off with rocks and not many know where its located any more, but some say there is a secret entrance in the eastern desert that smugglers used once upon a time. but beware if you do venture in there Golems guard the place well.


Ever-changing maze: Many years ago a amazing architect built a huge prison in the northern Arctic regions of Kelyn. To keep the prisoners from getting out he gathered the worlds most famous mages and had them cast a spell on the maze from the inside of the maze that would last forever, it would make the maze constantly change. The only problem is, that they could not get out either, trapping them, and all their powerful equipment inside the maze.


Undead Manor: In the Northern forest of Kelyn the is a old manor that was owned by the third king of Kelyn ( currently there has been 67 kings of Kelyn just for the record). The manor had been use by the other kings as well untill the 40th kings time we hoards upon hoards of the undead raided the palace and kill the king inside and all of his workers. Now the undead protect a diamond mines worth of the old kings treasure


The Demon weapons: There are many forms of weaponry in the land of Kelyn but not quite match the power of these weapons. Owned by the demon kings themselves these weapons have the power to destroy cities and crush any enemy but they are still held in the hands of the demon kings, so you would have to kill them to get it.


Races:


Humans:



Humans in Tales of Thol 3 appear with a variety of skin, eye, and hair colors. Their ability stats are well balanced, making them the most commonly chosen race.


Dwarf:




Well-known to be the core workforce in the mountains and underground mines, Dwarves are a humanoid race with a strong physical build. Dwarves have high levels of stamina and magic resistance. Other ability stats lean them toward Fighter types and Ironsmiths. They are characterized by their short stature, which ranges from 100cm to 140cm.

Elf:




A long-lived race that is found among forests and ancient ruins around the world. This race excels in archery and has an advantage in terms of willpower-related stats. They are characterized physically by their long, pointy ears.


Orc:


Orcs, are considered to be barbarian people, and are from the mountainous regions of Kelyn. With skin tones ranging from light green to dark brown, a heavily muscular frame, and considerable stature the orcs are considered a outcast race. They also are the only race to display tusks and protruding bone ridges.


Were Cat:




One of the races of beast-men, they have feline-like characteristics. These characteristics give them high stats in dexterity and senses. Physically, they have cat ears and facial fur but not a tail. According to the storyline in the game, all beast-man races were magically created to combat monsters, so they are subject to discrimination in some countries. Other countries view them with respect.


Lycans:


One of the beast-men races, they are hominid with thick, heavy hair. Through intense fighting or bleeding, they may call forth their wolf-like characteristics during combat, thus receiving major boosts in strength and footing and gaining golden eyes, wolf ears, and a phantom tail.


Classes:





Swords man:



Swordsmen are a class the specialises in swords. They do the most damage out of all the classes and are usually placed in the front lines of a battle formation as the only use close range attacks.


Guardian:



The Guardian is the class that specialises in defence having more defence than all other classes. The Guardian has the ability to hold back enemies and is usually the cornerstone of the front line. One of the main roles of the Guardian is to draw the attention of the enemy and take the most damage of the group. Guardians can equip nearly all kinds of armour and weapons, but most players choose heavy plate armour, a shield, and a one-handed weapon.


Monk:



The Monk has the highest HP stats but is limited to equipping light armour and incapable of using shields. They are also limited to using their fist as weapons, but the may equip stone or metal gloves. The monk also has a very high evasion rate.


Samurai:


The samurai class mostly uses Japanese equipment such as the daiyoroi, the Katana and the Tachi. They are also capable of using throwing knives and shurikens. Their defence rivals the guardians and their power rivals the swordsman's but they are considered the slowest out of all classes.


Archer:


This class is mainly based around long ranged weapons. The archer is a very intelligent class and it is also known as the most agile class out of all the classes.


Sorcerer:


Specializing in tapping into the power of the elements for fierce and powerful spells, the Sorcerer has the highest magical damage out of all the classes. However, this class suffers from low HP and defence and can easily die in a few seconds if attacked. Normally, a sorcerer is more of a support fighter and likened to long-range artillery. They are not meant for front-line combat unless the sorcerer is well-defended.


Enchanter:


The Enchanter has the highest MP stat. However, its offensive damage in terms of both specialized spells and melee is extremely low, making it inherently a support class. Its defensive stamina is also very low


Summoner:


Summoners have the magic that allows them to summon mystical beasts or spirits. There are over 100 different types of creatures that can be summoned.Summoners themselves have extremely low HP and defence stats. However, due to the wide variety of creatures that can be summoned and the ways these creatures can interact with other beings and the environment, a Summoner's role within a party can include offence, healing, or support.


Alchemist:


The Alchemist class is a class that is mainly based on healing and support. They are responsible for making many potions that can heal players or give them special abilities. They are also capable of playing a small offensive role as they can create poisons and acids to use on enemies.


Healer:


The Healer class is a support class responsible for bringing their team mates back to health. However they have no offensive abilities and they have very low defence so they are usually better off in parties than being alone.


Assassin:


The Assassin can deal the most physical damage per second. A purely offensive class, Assassins are not only masters of bladed weapons, but are also capable of wielding ranged weapons. In fact, some players prefer ranged weapons and act as rear guard support. Assassins specialize in high burst damage, targeting a weak spot and killing an enemy in one hit. However, Assassins have almost no defensive skills and are only able to equip light-weight armour such as leather or cloth. Instead of blocking, this class relies on evasion for defence.


Bard:


A Bard can only wear leather armour and is limited to using short swords, bows and other light weapons or instruments. However, unlike other weapon-based classes, Bards have the unique ability to use Song Magic, which allows them to tremendously increase their allies' combat prowess. In particular, the Bard has support songs that grant continuous buffs until cancelled.


Monsters:





Goblins:


Include Goblins, hobgoblins, Trolls, and Giants. Lead by the goblin king.


Demons:


Include Imps, Hell hounds, minotaurs and other forms of demons. Lead by the demon kings.


Golems:


Include different types of elemental golems.


Dragons:


Include sea serpents, dragons with wings and dragons without wings. Lead by the most powerful of their kin.


Wild Beasts:


Includes bears, wolves and boars as well as other versions of these animals.


Winged Creatures:


Include sirens, Harpies, sphinxes and other winged creatures.


Bandits:


Includes many different types of bandits, thieve's, and highway men.


Vampires:



Include all types of vampires and they are lead by the vampire masters.


Undead:


Include Ghosts, Zombies, skeletons, and other forms of undead


Authors


Notes:


Hello everyone. This role play I have created took me, and the person who helped me, a month to create and I would not have been able to with out that person so a huge shout out to Shura11. She is the co owner of this role play and will be accepting characters just as I will. Please read the rules as well. Thanks everyone for reading this and I hope you decide to join this role play.


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1. Be literate


2. No one liners, you will only be warned once.


3. No over powered or perfect characters


4. Romanced is allowed


5. Shura11 is the co owner of this role play, so listen to her and she will also accept characters.
 
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The smell of fresh autumn air reached my nose as I inhaled. The breeze of a coming winter brushed past my skin and made my hair dance. The light from the brilliant sun made me squint, and ground I was standing on felt almost too real. "So this is what its like to be fully immersed in a game, it's all too real" I said. That was the idea of the Octive VR 3, to fully stimulate your senses. Unlike old VR systems where you also needed a controller, this VR system used your brain as the controller, everything function and process your brain was connected to the in game avatar. So rather than walking in real life you would be walking in the game. It wasn't really complicated well you thought about it, but hell if I knew how it worked. This was the day of it's release and the release of Tales Of Thol 3, a new VRMMO that was suppose to be more realistic than any other VRMMO ever made, and they were right when they said that. The town I had just spawned into looked like something out of a movie. It was a huge city with people, both players and NCP's bustling around everywhere. I stopped and just stared in amazement at the beautiful city. Buildings made of cold stone and brick towered over me. Horses and carriages donned the streets. It was truly amazing.


I took a deep breath before taking my first steps into the huge city. I wobbled a little at first, nearly losing my balance. I guess I was just as clumsy in this world as I was in the real world. I I reached my left hand down and slid it across the open air. This was the command for opening up the menu. I looked down through my inventory and noticed my starting equipment, then slid my armour and sword into its place on the little mannequin in the top left corner. I was taken a back by the realistic the weight of the armour and sword. It took sometime to get use to but I finally managed to get use to it. I walked up to a market place and stumbled across a weapons tradesman. I quickly sold him my shield and bought a new sword.


I had eventually made my way to the gate of the city and that's when it happened. The sky lit up in a burst of colours and a face emerged from it. It was digitizedand distorted, but it was still clearly a face. It seemed to stare down at me, somehow trying to mock me. Then my message box lit up and sounded with a Ding! I opened the message. "From the virus..." I read out. I am the virus, I have you all trapped. That's all it said, I kinda laughed after reading it. Then the face disappeared and I smiled "The Game Moderators must be playing some little game or something" I laughed out as I turned around and walked back into town.


As I made it to the town squared I noticed that someone was kicking up a fuss. "There's no log out button! It's gone!" he shouted and screamed repeatedly. Then another joined him. "The Virus, it must be The Virus, it said it had us all trapped". One by one people joined in to the panic and it spread throughout the whole town. I yet again swiped my hand across the air and opened the menu and clicked on the options button. The the horror of the situation sank in. "It's gone.... The log out button... It's not there..." I said to myself as I began to panic. That damn Virus...
 
When Kenta logged in he didn't realize that it would cause this much ruckus in the town. Then I heard it. "THERE IS NO LOGOUT BUTTON." I thought that they were joking there had to be a logout button.When I realized that there was no logout button I was freaking out I couldn't stop ranting about how we were all going to die and that this is the end. "I'm too young to die. That's it I'm going to go out in the wild and kill things." Kenta ran by this guy was panicking at the gate. I didn't care I just need to do something before I start to panic much more. Kenta ran into the forest nearby and spotted a wild boar and looked into his inventory to see what he had on and what his spells were. He saw that he only had a summon imp and summon ghost spell. "Let me see ghosts are good against physical attackers but not magical and imps are good with fire magic so imp it is. Open Gate of Demons, Summon Imp." Kenta's Imp started to cast a fireball, so I started to hit the boar with my fists. The boar hit me straight in the chest and it was the first time I realized that you can feel the pain and it hurt like hell. I then realized that I would need more help considering that this boar was level 3. "Open Gate of the Dead, Summon Ghost" As soon as the gate open and the ghost came through I was extremely exhausted and would not be able to fight the boar at all considering I had two summoned creatures out. Kenta climbs up a tree and watches as his Imp and Ghost kill the boar. Kenta then dispels the summoned creatures and rests on the tree.
 
Roshim Gro'Gash


Current mindset -[censored]-


"I am the virus, I have you all trapped."



Alright, calling this bad would be an understatement, and for Roshim, Understatement was not something he did. No...this was apocalyptic. People were already panicking, the air was filled with screams, cries of "There is no log out button!" Roshim checked the options, he exhaled through his teeth, "Not there...it really is gone." he looked around, thousands of people, trapped in electronic purgatory. So many Human and elven faces, a few dwarves, a lot of lycans and werecats...


And there he was, an Orc.


The difficulty of this game just skyrocketed into the lower Stratosphere, and there he was...a Samurai Orc...Curse the elder scrolls series for giving him such an Idea. Sure his stat build was akin to being a mighty glacier...but he was slow, and NPC's were going to regard him not to fondly. He then realized the one key thing everyone was going to need. people needed to pool their resources, their talents, their skills to survive. I need to find a group...
 
Yuki jumped from tree to tree as she swiftly made her way through the forests which surrounded the starter city tracking her prey as it fled on the ground below. A wide grin curved her lips as she sprung a head of her target and leaped out of the tree top Kusirigama already in hand. "You're mine!" She cheered hurling the curved blade ad the boar striking home just at the back of its neck. The hit bar went down to zero instantly making Yuki very happy. She had been playing the game for several hours already so had gotten used to some of the mechanics in game like running and jumping, taking advantage of her racial and class bonuses to aid in her movement and accuracy. She giggled cheerfully as she pulled her blade back brimming with confidence and excitement. Unfortunately she pulled with a little too much power and the scythe end flew past her head and stuck into the tree behind her with a solid THUNK.


Perhaps there was still a lot of things she still had to get used to. Yuki let out an uneasy chuckle before going over to the blade and pulling it out from the tree carefully this time then stored it in her inventory. She retrieved the bore and hauled it up adding it to the other two that were already in her inventory. "Alright that's three for three quest done!" she grinned starting to make her way back into town. It was he first side quest, she had been to intimidated to start the first real missions so instead opted to do a few side missions to get used to her character. In the back of her mind she knew she should have logged off and gone to bed hours ago but figured being exhausted for school the next day was worth a little while of excitement and fun. She could always catch up on her sleep during study hall or something.


She heard the ping of a message as she neared the city and paused in her stride wondering who could have been messaging her. Before she could even bring it up she noticed the majority of the players freaking out and making a ruckus. "What in the world..." she muttered softly ignoring the message and drawing closer to the crowd making a fuss.


"There's no log out button!"


Yuki froze at this and shook her head "That can't be right..." she muttered reaching out and pulling up her main menu. She taped her way to the log out page and sure enough there was no log out button it was gone. "No... this has to be a bug or something...." she rationalized. The game was still new so there were bound to be some glitches or errors. Something the Mod's could patch. She scanned around frantically on the other screens to see if maybe it had moved but to no avail. She was stuck in the game. "Just... wonderful.... this is what I get for staying up late...." Grumbled to her self
 
I feel to my knees. "Why, why is this happening to me" I said to myself. As I stared at the ground anger swelled up inside me. I was trapped inside a world of monsters and no one knew what was going on. "That virus..." I said to myself as the anger that I was feeling was portrayed in my voice and my opened palms balled up into fists. I looked at the ground again this time slamming my fists down on to it as if I was trying to force my way through the ground I was standing on. I did it a second time, this time flinching in pain as I hit the ground a bit to hard. It all felt too real, like the pain that I felt from hitting the ground was what my actual body was feeling, like the air I was breathing was actual air.


"Maybe..." I said taking a deep breath as I started to calm down "Just maybe someone in the real world is working to get us out of this mess... but yet again it might take a while to get rid of a virus that came out of no where" I said. "Well there's no use in sitting around here, I should at least try to do something, maybe I can find another way out of this world" I said as I yet again walked to the gates of the town.


As I left the town and made my way into the forest I noticed several other people panicking but I noticed a girl who had seemed to be in less of a panic than most people in than most people in the game. I walked towards her and Waved as I approached to catch her attention. "Hello" I said as I looked at her. She was a Werecat and a assassin at that, a good combination of a class and race I thought to myself. "This is quite the situation we got ourselves into isn't it?" I said trying to stay calm and sain.


@Shura11
 
The sword buries into the boars head. "And that's number 15" Bran says smugly turning to a young female archer, "How's it going over on your screen Hanna?"


"Almost done" she spots a plumed bird flying in the distance. She pulls her arrow back, breathes in and releases on the exhale, the arrow flys straight into the birds eye "Done!" Hanna turns to Bran black hair swaying as she moved. "You ready to go back?" Hanna asks hoping so, she liked the fighting, but unlike Bran she was not a fan of unnecessary killing even in games. "Fine, as long as we can kill all the animals we see on the way back" Bran grinned, she loved to kill things especially with swords, she raises he sword and stares at its gleam, then in the reflection she sees another boar and attacks. The boar squeals and keels over Bran scavenges the creature "Cool boar meat, mama's gonna be eating good tonight."


When the girls got near the village a male summoner comes rushing out, he bumped Bran "Hey, watch it!!" she exclaimed but the summoner was already gone. "What was up with him" Bran asked, Hanna shrugged and the two girls continued to the village. When Hanna and Bran walk into the village the first thing they saw were the other users freaking out, some were on their knees, other weeping "What in the heck is going on here" Bran asked putting her hands on her hips. "Everyone looks so distressed" Hanna said looking at the chaos. Before they could ask anyone they both got a message.


There is no log out button! We are trapped!!! :cry:





Hanna was confused, of course there is a log out button she moves her hand over to options, and the log out button should be right here. Wait where was it? It was here right ? Hanna began swiping her hands frantically it has to be somewhere, but it wasn't it was gone. Hanna put her hands on her virtual face and began to think. Ok, the best thing to do is not panic, I wonder how Bran is taking this. She turns to Bran.


Bran was more concerned with the hideous emote than the what the had message said. "This is ridiculous who uses a emote that lame," Bran frowns who writes stupid stuff like that it would only cause a panic Bran looks at Hanna she sees her freaking out, "please Hanna you don't believe this joke, it's just some prank. Like that weird virus thing we saw earlier." Bran didn't trust anything until it was 100% proven.


"Look at your options section the log out button is gone" Hanna replied, she had gained some composure but her voice still trembled. Bran rolled her eyes, this is a waste of time I want to level up and kick some ass. However, Bran appeased her new partner, she swiped her hands over to options and no log out. Bran was not pleased. "So what It was probably some tech nerd who got rid of it " she was so sick of nerds hacking games. She raised her fist in the air and yelled "HEY NERD WHEN I FIND YOUR SCRAWNY ASS IMMA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!!"


Bran looked around, "what are you looking for Bran?" Hanna asked shocked by Bran's logic, if Bran wasn't afraid she shouldn't be afraid of a assumption either. "I'm looking for someone calm, they are usually the mastermind behind all this crap, they like to look on the chaos so they are probably close" Bran said. Hanna was completely shocked, she thought that Bran only joined because she liked killing things but this is ridiculous, she sounds convincing. "How do you know this " Hanna asked. Bran turned her glossy blond hair swishing in the wind, she smiled "It's what I'd do if I wanted to mess with someone." Bran sees a calm guy talking to some were-cat, "It might be that dude" Bran said she grabbed Hanna's arm and dragged her over to him.


"Hey you!" she bellows at the human swordsman.
 
Damned fools running around screaming. Nobody's bothering to remove the equipment or shut off the game externally.


The man piloting a dwarf watched everyone in their blind panic from his post a few mere feet off of the ground. From his post the waists and legs of manic players carried them into hysteria. Really, the man behind Dropkick never understood why people ran around in a panic. Say they couldn't remove the gear and that some bug really had caused a mass lock-in. So what? Was running around screaming going to help them? For someone who went by the moniker 'Dropkick Punchmaster Murphy', he figured that he shouldn't be the calm one in all of this. Really, he was missing out on all the fun that he could be having.


Rather than run around like a cartoon mouse with a cartoon cat wielding a cartoon mallet on his cartoon tail, Dropkick decided to calmly watch the ensuing mess with a degree of glee. The dwarf decided to go for the ones yelling about some nerd with a scrawny ass. They were on a witch hunt, that was fun. So Dropkick followed along, beard of goodies swinging with each step. And oh boy were they fast fun! Dropkick internally cheered when they leaped at a random twig of a male and his furry companion. In fact, he was in such a good mood that he immediately joined in, letting them go on a bit before he cleared his throat and bellowed in his practiced "Dropkick" slurring shout, "Hauld yer horses, missy. Did thes cheil dae somethin' tae ye?"


His beard swung too and fro with each step as he waltzed in as a supposed peace keeper, bombs gloriously swaying in the breeze. This noble, solid creature looked down upon those lesser than dwarves, and he decided that he would help them in their time of need.
 
Bran was marching over to the young swordsman, determined to get to the bottom of this. She hated when nerds hacked games and ruined people's fun just to prove their intelligence. Eyes flaring she dragged Hanna along, "Bran, wait you can't just blame someone" Hanna said half walking half dragging behind Bran. "I'm not going to blame him that would be judgmental, I'm just going to politely ask him to bring back the log out button," Bran replied letting go of Hanna's arm. Hanna stumbles, but gains her footing and stands up, they were right in front of the swordsman, Hanna whisper's to Bran,"That is totally an accusation" she hisses "and what if he isn't the hacker?"


Bran thought about this, "then I'll just kick his ass" she responded proudly she smiles "It will be a good way to blow off some steam." Bran always thought the best way to calm down was to punch something. Hanna face palms, why is this person my partner? she thought. Bran was about to confront the boy face to much prettier face when she hears a voice from down below her.


"Hauld yer horses, missy. Did thes cheil dae somethin' tae ye?"


A figure came closer it was some short man with a dirty beard. Bran turns to Hanna and says, "What the heck is that thing and did he just insult me? I feel insulted." Hanna sighs, when will Bran try to learn whisper chat?, she goes out of whisper and says "He's a dwarf, did you even look at the other races or jut pick elf?" Bran gave her the 'do you really have to ask' look and Hanna sigh's again "he didn't insult you he is asking you if they guy did something to you to piss you off so much." Now Hanna really wanted to log out, I can only handle so much from Bran.





"Ohhh" Bran says, It's so helpful to have a language and accent nerd like Hanna around she thought. Bran tuns to the Dwarf, she felt uncomfortable talking to someone so, uhhh... 'vertically challenged'. She was wearing very skimpy armor and felt a little self conscious, but her rage overshadowed the feeling. "No, well at least not yet, I think this guy could be a hacker because he's one of the few calm ones in this panic of losers" Bran says pointing toward the human swordsman.


"Geeze, Bran be more obvious," Hanna says turning to the human swordsman. Bran rolls her eyes and then glares at the dwarf inquisitively," you look pretty calm, too. Do you know anything about this log out hack?"
 
"Mebbe it was me 'en," the dwarf challenged, hands proudly folded under his illustrious beard decorated with only the finest gunpowder creations. "Th' wee moose is obvioosly a gutless bairn, he doesnae swatch loch he coods harm anythin'."


He strode over to the swordsman kid at dwarven speed, which was admittedly harder to do when he wasn't given long, lithe legs like he was used to. But boy was being the greatest kind of thing fun, he could never complain about the superiority of the dwarf. But Dropkick knew this kind of person, and he was going to see how far they wanted to even go with the role they picked, "Dornt fash yerse, cabre huggin' elves, mistakes ur gart aw th' time. some divit probably sent a mass email while they updated th' gam."


He laughed the best his fake accent would let him and slapped the young swordsman on the back, "Dinnae blam th' moose fur yer troobles, he is shaken up enaw. wa nae lit aff some steam oan auld Dropkick haur?"
 
Bran frowned she knew elves didn't like dwarf's but she really didn't like this guy. I feel like I have been insulted yet again. She had no idea what this dude was saying but got really pissed off from it, she looks at Hanna "translation please".


Hanna sighs yet again "He said it might be him,insulted the swordsman dude, insulted you, insulted the swordsman again, and then challenged you to a duel," she thought about that last statement "maybe." Bran checked the dwarf's profile 'Dropkick Punchmaster Murphy,Male, Alchemist' she contemplated if she could take him, the bombs on his beard look nasty but she could probably dodge them. Hmm, why not I need to blow off some steam she smiled eagerly.


Hanna knew that smile "Oh, Bran pleas don-" Hanna begun ,but Bran raises her long sword high and then points it to the dwarf "All right you harry mop bring it on! I'll cut you down to fourths!!"


Hanna face palmed again, "this is stupid" she said on the sidelines as the battle was about to begin.
 
[[ooc// Upon request I'm making his text easier. Those of you without dwarven spirit please treat him as a slurring Scotsman regardless.]]


"Let's wark at that attitude, lass," the dwarf rumbled, withdrawing his hands and expertly swiping them across his pouch. Surprisingly, his beard was left undisturbed aside from when it was pulled the breeze of his movements. With practiced ease, Dropkick began flinging green vials forward in his customized "Dwarven Fury" skins. Though the potion bottles were instead in the shape of mugs of ale with shot glasses inside already fizzing away, it was clearly identifiable as an Alchemist's weapons. He had pretty high accuracy himself, but he aimed for the ground around the elf's feet to hit her with the splash effect. With the first blow, their PVP started and the others could marvel at his magnificent dwarven potion making skills.


He tried to adjust his aim to hit even while the elf was sure to try dodging, and he planned to keep lobbing poisoned acid vials, his "Jager Bombs" until there was a confirmed hit. These were a special kind of nasty weapon. Normally, one could toss acid at a decent rate, with the only downside being inventory retrieval. However, rather than stock up on potions and weapons, Dropkick kept a stock hot-keyed and ready. Not to mention that he focused all of his skill points away from helpful things and into the realm of the couple of destructive methods and alchemist possessed. On top of this, he had discovered that potions could be applied to "melee or ranged weapons", and while spells and skills couldn't work, splash potions were still technically "ranged weapons" by their rules. With all of this ridiculous combination, he hoped that his early attack could deal plenty of acid damage and slow down the elf with his aptly named "Rockfoot Brew".


"Ha! Ha!," Dropkick called, waiting to see if his attacks had an effect, "Holler when yoo're ready tae surrender."
 
Bran loved her elf body for two reasons: 1. It was hot and 2. It was super fast. Bran loved to go fast,but even more she loved to charge head on no matter what damage was given. As the bombs flew around she bobbed to the left running around the tiny dwarf. The hairy beast was accurate some of the Jager Bombs had splashed against her feet decreasing her health a little. She hated ranged weapons they always annoy her just enough to push he over the edge. Bran tuned from her circle formation and pulled out her sword and a dagger from her hip and charged toward the dwarf. She locked on the dwarf she wont miss one hit and smiled deviously.


"Don't think those smelly things are gonna stop me Fluffy!!" she ran toward the dwarf


((Thanks for the text change, I could understand your slang but I had to Google some of the words))
 
Kenta heard some fighting in the distance and decided to check it out. Kenta jumps through the trees only to find that a dwarf and an elf were fighting. Let's make this funner, why don't we He thought to himself. Kenta whispered to himself "Open Gate of the Dead, summon Ghost, walk upon this land again." One thing that Kenta loved about ghosts is that they can't really get hurt unless it is by magic. I said to the ghost, "Go attack the dwarf but leave the elf alive if any one gets in your way kill them without hesitation." Kenta's Ghost runs off to fulfil its duty.
 
"Aye, but they'll slaw ye enouw for thes," the dwarf laughed, switching to a separate ammunition. Sure, the elf was a fast one, but she'd been hit a good buildup of his poison so she should be feeling the effects soon. Maybe not enough to bring her to Dwarf speed, as he prefered for using them to escape, but she'd likely feel somewhat sluggish when it kicked in. When the girl began to charge, he threw the new bottles directly ahead towards her and around himself, each shot causing the viscous, amber-colored liquid to go sloshing everywhere.


The smell of petrol filled the air, in a dizzying amount, and as he prepared to take his first hit, the dwarf distributed a single fire potion before him. He kept himself up to the best of his ability, but the elf girl was strong in melee and it caused him to lose just enough ground. Regardless, the fire potion made contact with the ground, and all at once the world around him lit up in a glorious inferno. To the spectators, the battle would now be lost to the flames that burnt out with his oil. This was the result of another well-known tactic of his, the Molotov Cocktail. He himself was alright in the blaze, it was his oil-patterned fire after all, but Dropkick had this way about him of madly chasing each possible source of damage.


For a second, he puffed out his chest and admired his handiwork, awaiting the elf's counter to his idea. He noticed an enemy approaching, but with his ring of elemental damage he wasn't really worried about a ghost getting too close. If it did he was just going to start aiming a little less and throwing a lot more.
 
Damn it. That stupid dwarf. I'll just have to summon a flame imp. That should give him something to worry about especially since it is immune to fire and can shoot fire bolts from a far. Kenta whispered, "Open Gate of Demons, summon Imp, Come through unto our world." An imp appeared before Kenta's eyes and asked, "What shall I do master?" Kenta replied, "Go kill the dwarf and help my ghost get in the ring of fire so that way he can help you kill the dwarf. Also if anyone gets in your way kill them unless it's the pretty elf over there." The imp said, "I shall do as you say." The imp runs just to where the dwarf might see him and casts a firebolt at the enemy to kill him.
 
I looked back and forth at each person. What the hell is going on... I wondered. A female elf was accusing me of being a hacker that caused all this the cat woman still hadn't responded and a little man insulted me. Then the little man and elf started to fight, and there was a necromancer that had just joined into the stir and everything was utter chaos and I really did not know what to do. I slowly stepped forward grabbing both of my swords from their sheaths. I swung one downwards to wards the Imp. "Sword skill: Hawk blade" I said... Hawk blade, a long ranged swordsman skill learned at a low level, it sends a blast of energy towards a foe and deals damage... That should be enough to kill it I thought to myself. "Sword skill: whirlwind" another basic sword skill that created powerful winds that knock back enemies or put out fires... I Then proceeded to block out the swordswoman's attack and put my sword to the dwarfs neck using both my swords.


"ARE YOU THREE IDIOT'S!!!!!" I immediately shouted at the three of them pushing the two away from each other using the blunt of my sword. "You people have to be kidding me. We are stuck inside a world that we don't know anything about and you guy's are fighting! Come on, I mean what if it's like that popular anime show that comes on the T.V. back in the real world... Sword Art Online I believe it's called... The character's in that got trapped in a game and when they died in the game they had their brains fried and they died in real life, So there's always the possibility of dying but yet here you idiots are fighting to kill each other like there is not even the slightest chance of dying. You people are total idiots" I bellowed at them.


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"You just had to kill my minions huh? It takes a lot to summon them. It was fun seeing the fight and participating through less ordinary means." Kenta turned to the swordsman, "What makes you think that someone will die if we die. I mean it could be like the show Log Horizon where everyone just lost memories of the real world when they die and then they respawned so why don't we kill the dwarf there and see."
 
Bran charged the dwarf jumping high in the air and swinging her sword downwards on the dwarf. It was met with a loud reverberating clang and she fell back to the ground with a thud. "Ow! Hey we were in the middle of a fight!" She growls at the swordsman and gives him a killer glare. "i was totally gonna win" she stated.


"There was literally no way you were gonna win that" Hanna said giving Bran a hand up. Bran glared at her "I totally was!" Hanna points to the floor "the ground was covered in oil" she then points to the small bottle in the dwarf's hand "And that is a fire starting potion, you weren't gonna win you were gonna burn alive" Hanna said blankly, thank god that swordsman stepped in or else there goes my partner.


"I totally had a strategy too" Bran said pouting a little, "Which was?" Hanna said looking at her, I bet it something dumb like hit him till he dies. "I was gonna hit him till he died" Bran said a little too proudly. Ah and there it is folks my partner's big plan! Hanna rolls her eyes and turns to the swords man.


"Your right we don't know what could happen If our consciousnesses died in a virtual realm." Although she didn't know what this anime thing is, it does sound familiar with what has happened here.


Bran frowns "Whatever, anime is all made up there's no way that's what happens" she glares at the dwarf and sticks her tongue out at him.
 
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"You've gotta be--" a somewhat more regular California-centric American voice grumbled before Dropkick picked up a slightly more annoyed bellowing, boisterous dwarf speech. "Listen, moose, ye ur reactin' tay much. Pit doon th' cartoons a while an' quit freakin' it."


The dwarf gave a frustrated sigh, and shook his head, "Look, mouse, you're falling for a dumb prank. I'm usually the first to jump on the train when the developers put out a joke like this, but boy did they pick the wrong group'a kids. Poe's law, right?"


Dropkick grumbled and crossed his arms, not bothering role playing while they dealt with something like this. He loved the fun and games of the message, but some people panicked too much. It was that exact type of person that got on his nerves. No fun at all, he lamented! Not like his opponent, though. Dropkick playfully boo'ed at her and gave a thumbs down to respond to her jutting tongue. But still, he tried to explain things a bit for them, "Think about it, what motivation would there be to do this? If something wanted to kill us and could do so by killing us in the game, they'd just kill us without this extra garbage. If someone was intent on keeping us logged in, they wouldn't spread a message that could increase attention and let outside help solve the problem faster. If it was about ruining the game for some revenge stuff and they had the means to alter the code enough to prevent log out, why not just crash the game and call it a day?"


"So, you know, think about it," the dwarf with a perfectly average American voice summarized. After a second, he pointed towards the necromancer, "Also, you're a dumbass. If you think there are any consequences and you'd still voluntarily kill someone then why would anyone trust you?"
 
Bran glared at the dwarf now speaking perfectly normal English "You speak normal English?!"her faced flushed a angry red."Well I feel stupid," Hanna said, why did I have to translate all that Scottish slang. If Bran wasn't in agreement with the dwarf she would have continued the fight right there. Instead she sheathed her sword and did something she never believed was possible, she agreed with the dwarf "Uggh, I can't believe I'm saying this but i agree with Fluffy here. This is all a elaborate prank by some nerdy loser with no time trying to prove his intelligence. If this was suppose to be a mass murder he'd just shut us down not make us suffer."


When Dropkick talks to the necromancer, Bran turns to the necromancer and blows him a kiss, "you can help me out anytime babe," She smiles. Hanna rolls her eyes at Bran. She sighs and crosses her arms,Hanna flips her black hair and says, "manipulative hacker or not we should be careful in this world, we can feel pain and that means that our neurological senses are still plugged in. Even If we don't die we will still feel it."





(Its bed time for me, this was fun!! See you all tomorrow!!)
 
Dropkick stroked his beard in pride. It was fluffy, wasn't it? And they were right, he actually felt a beard despite not having one in real life. Which was odd from the start but could certainly be dangerous as a whole. Why did the game even do this? What was the point of having the players feel pain, exactly? And why did he seem to be the only one asking these questions? Regardless of his tempestuous inner question storm, Dropkick agreed, "We should at least hole up until the log in comes back so our nerves aren't fried."


"Also," the dwarf mentioned. "It depends on what you mean normal English. My dialect is a Western American. I try out Scottish because I feel like it just fits the body better. I'll keep it light in group chat. After all, we're partners now."
 
Cor Angar yawned,and smacked his chops as blow after blow thundered into his shield. He was fighting... To be honest,he forgot,and he's in no mood to peek out around his shield to jog his memory. Shuffling this way and that,keeping his shield betwixt him and his foe,Angar simply waited for his opponent to stop cursing up a storm in exhaustion. He knew there was an archer; He heard the arrows plinking off his shield well enough to know. That archer was the real focus of his attention. The brute with the bastard sword was just an afterthought. More soldiers died in the field to archers than anything else. Well,in combat,anyways.


The archer,he knew all about. Was on level ground with him. Longbow. Broadhead arrows,judging by the arrows littering the ground at his feet. Dark brown,almost maroon,skin,and knife ears. Orcish. An Orc with a bow. That was something irregular. But,it made sense. You needed some serious upper body strength to draw a bowstring. And this Orc was firing arrows off at least at one a second. He wasn't a player,of course. Cor Angar didn't like fighting other players. He'd rather let others have their fun.


Angar gave a particularly loud yawn from under his helmet,prompting the brute with the sword to shout somethign rather disparaging about Angar's parentage,and bring his sword in a vicious horizontal cleave,which,Angar noticed lazily,would actually strike home. Of course he knew about the opening. It was a feint. With a casual step to the side,and a mighty shove,he parried the blade of the hand-and-a-half sword with ease,and enough force to actually cause the ruffian to drop the weapon. "Are you quite done?" The deep voice betrayed no irritation,only disappointment. "Good." He lunged forth with his xiphos,blade passing within a hair's breadth of the mammoth tower shield,that many players that witnessed it call "The Wall". The barely-shortwsord blade sank home in the brute's right eye socket,through the helm's visor,horizontally. With a savage levering action,he extricated his sword from the swordsman's face with a sickening squelch.


Quickly interposing the shield between himself and the archer,Angar dropped his sword to his side. He's going to need to shoot the bastard. The archer laughed,and asked if he was surrendering,despite never letting up his hail of fire. Cor Angar's left hand whipped up over his shoulder,and he wrapped his fingers around the butt of his miniature ballista. With equal haste,he pulled it over his shoulder,and turned his shield aside ever so slightly at the same time,giving him clearance to fire. Just as the crossbow came level with his chest,Angar fired the pre-loaded bolt. A broadhead,of course. Archers usually ran around unarmoured,and he kept the crossbow handy as a response for archers. The bolt sailed through the air,and buried itself to the fletchings in the Orcish archer's left knee.


The man howled in agony and collapsed immediately,clutching his crippled limb. Angar casually put the crossbow back over his shoulder as he marched to his downed foe,not even bothering to recover his sword,or draw his mace. Hell,now he even had his shield at his side. Angar was confident in his safety. Who wouldn't be in this situation? Yeah,the archer had a dagger,but he was in no fit state to use it. As he came within a dozen feet,the Guardian called out, "What possessed you to think this was a good idea?" Six feet. Angar was cocking back his right arm. His shield arm. The Orc knew what was coming. He scrambled back,trying to put distance between him and his executioner. But,with his knee in its current state,he wasn't going anywhere.


Three feet. With a savage howl of exertion,Cor Angar leaned back,and brought his mammoth shield over his head,then brought it down with all of the force he could muster. The shield was a blur on the way down,but the finely honed edge at the bottom caught the light the entire way. The shield struck the Orc's neck,scything it cleanly off with a wet schnick! and loud,yet dull,thud as it crashed into the dirt. With a grunt,Cor Angar pulled the shield out from the earth,and checked the archer's corpse for coin. Pocketing a couple of silvers,he also relieved the dead man of his quiver. He made it a point to do so,giving them away to any Archers he passed on his way into town. Returning to the swordsman,he saw that he,too,was an Orc. Go figure. Looting the swordsman,he got some silvers,as well,but nothing else. Picking up his sword,he wiped the blade off on the swordsman's tabard,and sheathed it,before heading back to town.


Reaching town without further incident,Angar was surprised to see it in a state of riot. People panicking about being unable to log out. Raising an eyebrow,he quickly checked the UI,and,lo and behold,no way out. Angar cleared his throat,and shouted,as he made his way to one of the numerous taverns, "Anyone try contacting a mod?" Seriously. Some people just don't think. After attempting to step into the tavern,and being stopped by the overly narrow entry hall,which kept him from turning,Angar stepped back out,cursing loudly,and wondering who the Hell would design a tavern's entryway like that. If a man with a door of a shield couldn't step inside,an obese man had no hope.
 
Roshim looked at the commotion, well...one source of commotion. People were responding to this in numerous ways. Hell one player was curled up wailing for his mother. But this group...this group was already trying to fight, with one person trying to keep the peace. shaking his head he walked towards the gaggle of Eccentrics. A Dwarf, a summoner, 2 swordsmen, err swordspeople, and a ranger. This already was looking to be a motley crew..


Walking over he heard the Summoner's comment, very dryly and roughly he responded. "Now you could try killing the dwarf...but, I see a few problems with that. 1. if what the guy trying to keep you all from doing something stupid is correct, then you're a murderer. If what you say is correct, your mind wiping someone...now the judicial system hasn't really covered something like that...however...I assume it isn't something most people would smile upon. All that being said. I would suggest you not try utilizing the scientific method via murder." He gave a polite bow, "Roshim Gro'Gash. Well spoken Orc Samurai."
 

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