Fantasy Tales of Thol

[Mage_Kikyou]

"Well I'm Kenta Nakashima but you can call me Samona." Kenta turned to the dwarf. "And all i want to do to you is cut you up and play with your insides. It's what I do IRL." Kenta turned back to the Orc and stared at him for a while before getting a notification that Kenta has two new spells. "Huh? That's weird. When you killed my summons, It raised my necromancy and demonology. I now have... Summon Skeletal Archer and Summon Hell Hound."

 

[Shura]

Yuki turned to a human swordsman who approached her but before she could answer her attention was drawn away from the man and to a scuffle. She edged back slightly as the yelling matched escalated to a full out brawl involving fire and the undead and wanted no part of it. She knew in situations like this panic could easily give way to irrational actions. Yuki wasn't the sort to stick her neck out for anyone needlessly for those she didn't know and wasn't about to be caught up in something that in the end didn't concern her. The werecat simply observed taking note of the abilities of those around her relived when the fighting was put to a stop. They certainly were an off interesting bunch to say the least. She looked over to the Orc Samurai a class she had considered when registering but was now happy she backed off of. The necromancers little introduction made her a bit weary of him definitely not someone to let her guard down around. "I would listen to Gro'Gash. If were trapped in this game there's more than enough mobs and npcs around that are going to be after our heads." She spoke up.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Bran rolled her eyes, "whatever, English is English." She looks down at the dwarf, partners huh? Well he's a good strategist, why not? He could come in handy. She smiles at him "partners it is!" she slaps fluffy on the back. "It is a Pleasure, my name is Hanna" Hanna says nodding her head politely. She points to Bran "and hot- head is Bran. "


As the tall samurai walked up Hanna and Bran turned to him, "who introduces themselves as well spoken?" Bran said. She always ignored the important parts and, cared about the most trivial things. Hanna frowns and elbows Bran in the shoulder hard "Ow! Hanna what was that for?" Bran begins rubbing her shoulder "Geeze, why are your arms o bony?"


Hanna walks closer to the orc and gives a polite bow "nice to meet you." While Hanna was chatting up the Orc, Bran turns to the new voice in the crowd. "Ah so the feline can talk, I thought a cat had your tongue" she stares at the tiny were-cat "you didn't do this did ya?" The girl was making sense but Bran had to be thorough.

 

[Shura]

Yuki looked over to the elven swordswoman as she approached with skepticism and smirked slightly. "A good player observs her surroundings before acting." She pointed out. "But to answer your question no I didn't do this. I'd try contacting the admins or mods before going on a witch hun though." She suggested finding it weird that there hadn't been any notification from the staff regarding the issue.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Bran stretches her arms, pops could be heard moving from the base of her spine up to her fingers. "I assume that's what many players did, but since it hasn't made the log out button come back, it's either a part of the game or they can't do it." She assumed this would appease the kitty but just in case she added, "but if you want to try be my guest" she said giving her a sarcastic bow. She was never usually this rude to people, ok maybe she was, but she was antsy she missed fighting and wanted to get stronger, especially if she's stuck in this game. She checked her inventory, meat, shield boring, daggers, long sword, some feathers and potions mostly starter gear she didn't want to admit it but she wasn't a expert at gaming. She sighed flipped her hair back and looked at the were-cat waiting on her reply.


Hanna looks up at the orc, I really should have made my character taller, "Mr. Gro'Gash do you have an idea of what's going on?" Her voice trembled a little she was intimidated by his samurai suit. Hanna in real life and even in the virtual world was not a fan of tall armor, she always had the feeling it would topple over on her and she'd be crushed to death. She took a deep breathe steadying her nerves Its fine there's a normal person inside the armor he won't crush you.

 

[Mage_Kikyou]

"So. I know I may not be the best person to party with but I never let my guard down unless in one and I act a little less like a maniac. If you'd prefer I will just leave but considering that I can summon the undead to guard us in our sleep. I would bet that you would like that." Kenta let his guard down for just a few moments to say that and then He put his fists up incase he needs to run or fight his way out of this.

 

[Der Kojote]

Looking at the lycan archer that addressed him he turned, she was at least a foot shorter than him. Responding to her question he shook his head, "well Logout button is disabled...whoever did it is calling themselves the virus. I see a few possibilites, a really good hacker...or a really disgruntled game designer." Shrugging, he shook his head, "though...to hold 500,000 people hostage...you're either asking for a massive ransom, trying to prove a point...or on one hell of a power trip." He did notice though that her voice was slightly off fear maybe? of the situation? wait...she was staring at him. "Is it the armor? I apologize... Orcs in any game have a tendency to have large and slightly...umm Ornate armor." Ornate was said with the largest air quotes Roshim could muster. His new gruff voice that he spoke with was not really one for exaggerated inflection.


Rubbing his throat, he tried to clear it, but it came to no avail..."Gah...I'm stuck sounding like i have a rock in my throat. This is gonna get old real fast." Then looking at the massive crowd he couldn't help but wonder who else was stuck in a less than optimum body. "I feel sorry for those that made joke characters...they aren't going to take it well."

 

[SubstituteHero]

[[ooc// Aww yeh, wall of text has occured.]]


"See, some of you have sense," Dropkick pointed out, indicating Yuki and the Orchish samurai. "These fine folks here make some good points! Also, you probably aren't well spoken if you have to introduce yourself as such. What I propose is while the flood of players bombards the admins, we should hole up in a tavern or something and be on guard. There are bound to be profiteers if I know online gaming."


He chuckled, "And believe me, I do know online gaming. These merry folks'll burn real world cash just to see you cry."


He turned back to the necromancer and shook his head, "There's no way in hell I would team up with you. You've already indicated to a whole crowd of armed strangers that you enjoy cutting people up and desecrating bodies 'IRL'. What makes you think anyone would trust an amateur vivisector with poor judgement and violent tendencies?"


Finally, as his rant continued to a fine point that only the dwarven fury could have made possible, "In any case... Ye aw can caa me Dropkick. Wa dornt we heed fur th' tavern?"

 

[Mage_Kikyou]

"I'm a surgeon. I save peoples lives on a regular basis. I just said that to make myself sound intimidating." I turn to the Orc, "My... My character is a joke character." Kenta heads towards the town, "I guess it doesn't matter... Open Gate of the Dead, summon Skeletal Archer, walk upon this land again. I only have violent tendencies because I'm not in a group."

 

[Riddle78]

Angar wandered through the riotous streets. It was pure bedlam. People jostling this way and that,pickpockets,muggers,even player-killers,running rampant. It was as if the end has come. Several pickpockets tried to take his coinpurse,and each one got knocked unconscious by his enormous steel bulwark. Someone tried to mug him,but the mugger got trampled for his troubles. Eventually,several groups of player-killers took it as a challenge. Approaching an intersection,Angar had his mace drawn,and he advanced down the street behind his shield. He saw the ambush coming the moment he saw the intersection.


Six players. A whole damn party. A quick glance revealed a full party composition. He couldn't really put a finger on the exact classes,or races. He'd have to get closer...And see them in action,before he could make an assessment. However,their gear,covered in only recently-drying blood,left no questions as to their intent. Opportunistic player-killers. The PK's let him cross the intersection,but he knew they were falling into step behind,and their marksmen,be it mages or archers,were lining up shots. After a couple of seconds,the Guardian wheeled around,just in time to deflect an arrow off his shield. "And you're doing this,because?" The PK's didn't even answer. They simply moved in. "Worth a try." Six players. At least one bow in the bunch. A quick glance at his feet revealed the arrow to be bodkin point. They know their stuff.





Cor Angar shouted to the assembled party of murderers,loud enough for anyone within several blocks to hear. He needed backup. "Has it occurred to you that without a logout button,your player-killing might actually be KILLING people outside?" Angar thumped his shield with his mace,creating a loud,steady rhythm,like a war drum. "You SICKEN me! Come on! I'm harder to kill than Havel the Rock!"

 

[Mage_Kikyou]

Kenta runs off back into town, when all of the sudden he heard fighting coming from an intersection ahead. That guy looks like he needs help. I should help. "Open Gate of Demons, summon Imp." The Imp crossed over and asked, "What now?" I replied to the Imp, "Kill the men attacking the Guardian." Kenta also summoned his Hell Hound and Ghost. Then he sent all of his summoned forces (including the skeletal archer) to help the poor guy. Now it's 6 against 6. That's a fair fight. Kenta ran to the guardian, "Hope you need some help cause I summoned all of my minions. Now let's dance."

 

[Shura]

Yuki tilted her head slight. "Probably right about other messaging admons. What had me conserned is that none of them have sent message out or adressed the issue. Granted its only been a short while since the virus message youd think they would have said something." She shrugged. She looked towards the rest of the town unsurly. ""but only takes little while fore things to get completely out of hand." She muttered watching as the Necromancer ran off to help in a fight. She was contemplating avoiding the heavily populated areas because of the chaos that would no doubt over take it.

 

[BlacklegSanji]

"Yeah well you know, I'm not one for teaming up much" Shiro said as he turned and began walking into the woods. He then looked over his shoulder at the group "The name is Shiro" He said. As he walked away he felt like he would later regret not going with the group, but he sighed off the feeling and kept on walking through the forest. He came to a group of boars, five of them to be exact. "Hawk Blade" he said as he sliced the air with both swords sending powerful blow's through the air which tore through two of the boars. The he closed the distance between him and the other boar's quickly killing one while another charged him chopping of a little piece of his health bar he was knocked over but quickly rose to parry the next boar's next charge and to dodge the other boar's charge slicing the boar as he passed. He then squared off against the final boar and went into a defensive stance. The boar charged and hit Shiro but he quickly drove his sword down through the back of the boar's neck. "pheww, that's a nice way to blow off some steam" he said.


As Shiro kept on walking the tree's began to block out all sunlight, he stopped when he noticed he had ventured into a swampy area. He looked at his map. A town called Hallow Harbour was up ahead. "A decent spot to spend the night I suppose. He ventured into the swamp. He came across a few monster's on his journey but nothing too hard to handle, it was only a couple Undead really. He walked into the town, he then noticed that the town was built on top of a big river the ran through the swamp. He walked on the wooden bridge that connected the land to the wooden platforms the town was built upon. He noticed that he was one of the few people to make it to this town so he just tried to make his way to a inn. He walked up to the door of the inn and went inside. Walking up to the counter he looked at the inn keeper and spoke up "may I get a room", "Right this way" the woman replied. Shiro walked into the room, although it was still only mid day time in Tale's of Thol moved faster than that in the real world, So 4 day's in this world was the equivalent to one day in the real world. Shiro lid on his bed and closed his eye's for the moment and just listened to the sound of bird's chirping in the mucky swamp area.

 

[Riddle78]

Cor Angar's little show bore fruit,as a veritable cavalcade of summoned minions joined the fray,and their master Necromancer fell into step behind him. "I have no idea what'll happen to them on the outside if they die here. Knock them out. I refuse to be a murderer." Angar began to advance. It was a slow,lurching march at first,and he continued to drum on his shield. He shrugged off his crossbow,and held it out to the Necromancer behind him,and bellowed, "Shoot at anyone without a shield! And keep close!" The weapon wasn't loaded,however. "Pointy ones for armour,broad ones for flesh! Aim for the joints!" He shook his hips to draw attention to the quiver of bolts.


Directive given,Angar put his arm back to a more useful position. He was closing in on the Archer. "We are mere humans in a mob. So where's the king to not care?" This philosophical statement was followed by the Guardian picking up the pace,breaking into a charge. A member of the gank squad stepped in to block the charge. Another Guardian. He had a pike,and a kite shield. Angar smirked,and ducked low,angling his shield like a plow. The hostile Guardian,seeing Angar's intent,yelped and started to move aside,but Angar was upon him. Cor Angar heaved up his shield under the PK's feet,causing him to tumble over,and land on the shield. Angar heaved the huge slab of metal over his shoulder,roughly dumping the Guardian on the ground behind him,to the side a bit,in a daze. He was going to let the Necromancer knock him out.


Approaching the Archer,who took the opportunity to fire an arrow while the shield was out of the way,Angar rushed in,mace held high. The arrow missed,barely,primarily because of the movements Angar made in the toss. Coming in close,the Archer cast his bow aside,and drew a dagger,while keeping his arrow in hand. They REALLY know their stuff! Angar brought his mace down on the marksman's shoulder with the force of a wrathful god,shattering it instantly,as well as splitting the collarbone. Needless to say,the Archer howled in agony,dropping to the ground like a bag of wet cement.


Wheeling around,Angar put himself between his anonymous ally and the rest of the gank squad,assessing the situation.

 

[Mage_Kikyou]

Kenta just puts down the crossbow. "I don't use weapons. I use my fists." Kenta runs off towards one of the mages and dodges fireballs and lightning bolts that are shot at him. When he gets up close he does one small chop to the back of the neck and the mage is knocked out. Then he runs towards what looks like the healer in the group but an assassin got in the way. The assassin and the healer were tag teaming on Kenta so he called his hellhound to help him. "Hell Hound, over here make sure to knock them out. DO NOT kill them."

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Hanna blushed half out of embarrassment and the other out of shame, "Oh please don't apologise!" She puts her hands up and shakes her head "I'm sorry, I've had a fear of full body armor since I was little that armor is very intimidating, but the person inside is very kind" she looks up at the samurai and smiles the fear she had before was gone. How nice I wish I could have had a partner like him instead of Bran.


Bran was bored and thirsty when she heard the dwarf say they should head into a tavern she perked up "Yeah! Thats what I'm talking about Fluffy lets get to drinking!! Uh I mean 'guarding'" she turns to the were-cat "Hey Yuki and Go..go..gorg.... gash..., you should come along the taverns are probably empty because of all the commotion and you can tell us more of your fortune cookie sayings!" She smiles dumbly, she liked the two and would like them to join their party but if she asks now they'd probably say no, but after a few drinks who knows? She smiles evilly in her brain.


((sorry I was gone for the weekend funerals suck ))

 

[Iris 8th]

| - Luneryu - |


It was the first time in her life, that she had to stay over in an inn. She looked around the room she'd rented, it was not too bad if comparing to wandering around in town. But far too worse than her life in the real world. She sobbed a bit, feeling the hot tears running down her cheeks. Why could this happen to her?


Gathering all her courage, setting aside her own shyness and scare, to log into the game. Talking to others directly, taking combat directly, working herself directly... it was excited to others, but not to her. The only reason that helped her overcome all that, was the feeling of being another person. Feeling the freedom of doing what she was not supposed to do, experiencing magic and miracle that never happened in real life. Like, hoping that she would feel herself better and more confident?


But when everything came true, it was not the way she expected at all.


The eyes caught her own silhouette in the mirror. Another face, another name floating above a head telling another identity. Luneryu was the name she chose, but not to live as. This was her, but not her at all. Roleplaying was fun since she knew it would be safe, and she would be able to stop at any point. Not like this. She sobbing got more and more, as her eyes became tearier.


She cried and cried, until getting too tired and surrendering to the sleep.


Another night slowly passed by.

 

[Riddle78]

Archer,Guardian,Mage,Healer,Assassin. All they're missing is an off-tank...





Assessment made,Angar studied the broken man at his feet. He needed to keep him out of the fight. Throwing his mace down into one of the Archer's knees,and shattering it,Cor Angar planted his foot on the opposite thigh,and,keeping his shield between himself and the archer,he reached down with one hand,and grabbed the marksman's ankle with his one free hand,and lifted. He didn't wrench up,rather,he simply pulled evenly and steadily. It only took a few seconds for the Archer's knee to surrender and snap. Howls of agony refreshed,Angar grimly inspected his handiwork.


Crippled. If this were the real world,the man would never be able to use his right arm properly again,and both knees were crippled for life. Canes and braces now,wheelchair twenty years down the road. Thankfully,this was a game,and such cruel injuries were only temporary,even in the game world,what with Healers being under every flagstone.


Turning around,and plucking up his truncheon,Angar advanced on the Guardian he tossed earlier. He was still groaning,but was slowly picking himself up. Must've bashed his head. Angar rushed the last few steps,and have the Guardian a mighty kick to the brow. Nothing broke,but the ganker's vision likely exploded in painful spots,and was thrown onto his back. What followed,he never saw coming. Cor Angar brought his mace down on the man's groin with everything he had. The man gave a strangled,almost comically high pitched,squeal of pain before curling up into a ball,cradling his tenders. He won't be an issue for a good long while.


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Straightening up,Angar saw the final combatant,the apparent leader of the group. He wore a breastplate,leggings and greaves,with a scalemail skirt providing further protection,and hanging from his shoulders was a mantle of scalemail,reaching down to his tailbone at the back and elbows at the sides,though it didn't go below the armpits on the front. What armour he wore on his arms above the gauntlets was impossible to locate,with the exception of his pauldrons,protecting the front,top,and rear of his shoulders,covering the scalemail mantle.


His helm was astonishingly simple,compared to the rest of his armour. It was a simple sallet,with a gorget protecting his neck,leaving only his chin and mouth exposed,revealing a wicked grin. The armour could have been,at one point,gold or brass in colour,but it was now covered in gore,both old and fresh,staining it the colour of rusted iron. The murderer was marching towards Angar,casually batting aside the Necromancer's summons with his weapon of choice: A longmace,although it was peculiar in that the head was shaped like a great church bell,and,if the thunderous gonging was any indication,it actually WAS a bell.


Angar raised his shield,and advanced on the man,who,Angar noted,was wielding the bell hammer with a single hand,an impressive feat of strength. As the two warriors closed the distance with eachother,the player killer started to twirl his mammoth weapon in his hand like a baton,quickly building up speed. Momentum. Cor Angar braced himself against his shield as the player killer spun on his toe with the next step,still twirling the hammer,though now his arm was extended,and his grip was now down at the bottom of the haft,almost at the pommel. Finally,just as Angar stepped into strike distance of the bell hammer,the player killer brought his weapon down with speed and force in a grand downward crescent of crushing force. However,Angar had seen the strike coming,and was braced behind his shield.


However,the murderer appeared to be an old hand,and pressed the assault. Barely giving Angar time to think or breathe,he used the recoil force to spin back around with a mighty two-handed sweep,barely deflected by the enormous shield. However,it didn't stop there as the hammer-wielding player used the momentum of the swing to bring his crushing weapon overhead,and brought it crashing right back down into Angar's shield in a two-handed version of his first strike. This time,however,he allowed his weapon's head to scrape across the ground and slow enough for the wielder to casually bring it up to rest across his shoulder.


However,as he propped up his hammer,the player killer's now-free hand launched forward,and with a single word of power,he fired an orb of light at Angar's face. Backpedaling,Angar was surprised. Normally,Swordsmen kept to their weapons and armour. But this one? After a couple of feet,the orb started unleashing spears of lightning in every direction,without pattern,continuing its slow crawl forward,with the caster following right behind,now chuckling. Angar had to hop to the side a couple of times to avoid the lances of electricity. However,after a couple of seconds,the ball exploded in a wave of force that staggered Angar behind his shield,but,curiously,didn't seem to exist for the magical warrior who spawned it.


Is he even a Swordsman? Angar regained his feet beneath him as the murderer rushed in for another assault. Angar couldn't even get an opening; His opponent was using his reach advantage to it's fullest,and his assault was too fast to allow an advance.


The gank squad commander thundered a rapid pair of one-handed strikes against Angar's shield with his hammer,and then,curiously,choked up on it. Was he finally going to take the fight in close? Unfortunately for Angar,not in the way he was hoping. Armoured fist now under the hammer's head,Angar's foe brought the weapon down - Pommel first,and straight down,like a plunging thrust. Angar could only lean himself back to keep his head from getting split open,but the considerably larger man had what he wanted: His weapon between Angar and his precious shield. Realizing his perilous situation,Angar hastily backpedaled,just in time to avoid the pommel snapping up with a twitch of the wrist.


However,the followup attack was the true threat. The player killer threw his empty hand forward,as if he were throwing a javelin,and as his arm snapped forth,a spear of orange lightning formed under his clenched fingers. At the terminus of his throw,his fingers opened,and the javelin flew free,and thundered square into Angar's chest. Blinded by pain,and stunned from the electricity,Angar was left wide open,though his opponent had something else in mind. He slammed his hammer's pommel into the ground with another word of power,creating a mighty shockwave,throwing Angar onto his back. The player killer then fell into a kneel,his head bowed,almost as if in prayer.


He raised his hammer into the air in both hands,and shook it,ringing the bell. However,unlike the countless times it rang before while striking opponents,now it radiated with energy. In a flash,a purple-white circle expanded from the kneeling player,and a thin black-purple mist rose from it's confines. A pair of bright white pools of light became visible behind the helmet's visor,rimmed with light purple,and with the last ring of the bell,it began to glow,just like its wielder's eyes,with arcs of black,purple-glowing electricity arcing across its surface. The bell echoing unnaturally,the murderer stood,just as Cor Angar was scrambling to regain his feet. In this posture,his shield would be useless,and he doubted that it would help against the magic now coursing through the hammer,regardless. Ready to deliver the deathblow,the murderer belted out a deep,resounding cackle that seemed to reverberate with the voices of legions.

 

[Mage_Kikyou]

Kenta saw the bell ring right after he dislocated both of the arms of the assassin and knocked out the healer. "What in the Gates is that?" It looks like an enchanter's spell but that doesn't make sense he looks like a


berserker. I don't believe that there is a double class system, but then again with the virus who know anymore? "Skeletal Archer, shoot at the bell with the bone-breaking arrows." The Skeletal Archer shot the arrow right at the center of the bell and pierced it. I hope that tones down the magic. Kenta starts to run closer but the residual magic knocked him back.

 

[Riddle78]

The hammerheaded arrow was all it took.


The missile struck the bell hammer's head with great force,enough to foul the swing,missing Angar by a hair. The arrow bounced off,but penetration wouldn't have done jack,anyway. Not missing a beat,Cor Angar pressed his advantage,with the player killer now in an overextended,and wholly open,position. He planted a foot on the hammer's haft,and began to slam on the hulking player's hand with his mace. One. Two. Three. Four. The ganker just wouldn't let go. Angar heard several loud snaps and cracks by now; The hand was surely hamburger by now,judging by the gauntlet's condition. But he simply refused to let go.


Obviously stunned by his target cheating death,the murder only just now began to move. With a savage growl,he lunged his free hand at Angar's head,a flame forming in the palm. The Guardian raised his shield,and the hand gripped the top of the shield,pulling it down. Over the edge,Cor Angar saw small trails of flame going up from his hand,across his chest,and to his mouth. The ganker was inhaling deeply... Oh,CRAP!





Angar slammed his mace into the player's wrist,shattering it and breaking the grip,and dove forward,just as the player exhaled a thick,noxious-smelling cloud of deep purple,almost black,mist. Rushing forth,shield first,Angar rammed the armoured player,full in the chest. The man stumbled backwards,still stubbornly gripping his hammer,despite his mangled hand. "Drop it,or lose the hand!" Angar emphasized his demand by slamming the murderer across the face with his mace,and quickly followed up with an upwards crescent to the bottom of the chin before finally hovering his shield over the broken man's wrist. "Final warning! Drop it!" The ganker spat out a gob of blood,plus a tooth or three,aiming at Angar's face,but it sailed over his shoulder,instead.


In reply,the mountain of a man simply said, "F***. You." And pointed his empty hand at Angar,the fireball flaring to life. Acting on base instinct,Angar slammed his shield down,scything off the madman's weapon hand,and crashing into the flagstones below. Ducking behind the shield,a stream of fire shot out from the player killer's palm like a laser beam. Angar felt a warm spot beginning to form in the shield,and knew the spell would bore a hole through the shield. Sooner,rather than later.


The Guardian stepped to the side,and rushed to the offending hand,but the stream abruptly cut off,and the mangled man pressed his bleeding stump to the empty hand,just as the fireball flared to life once more,creating the sound of sizzling meat as he cauterized the wound. Looks like he didn't want to bleed out.


It was the only opening Angar needed. Turning mid-charge,the Guardian hammered the psychopath square in the chest with his mace,driving the wind from his lungs while caving in his breastplate. Keeling over backwards,now finally overwhelmed in pain,Angar planted his foot on the murderer's chest,and delivered a pair of maceblows to the man's temples,one strike inward,the other outward in a violent iron figure eight,ringing the helmet like a church bell,and knocking him out cold.


Slinging his mace at his hip,Cor Angar retrieved his crossbow and,before returning it to its place over his shoulder,examining it for damage. Finding none,he stepped to the gank squad leader's forcibly discarded weapon,and decided to take it,after prying off the dismembered hand,of course. Shouldering the hammer,Angar looked at his anonymous ally,and said, "Thank you. Truly. I wouldn't have survived on my own." Slamming his shield into the cobblestones so it could stand on it's own,Angar undone the straps holding it to his forearm,and offered his hand for a shake. "I am Cor Angar. Guardian. You might be?" The bell hammer was leaning against his left shoulder,pommel resting by his foot.

 

[Mage_Kikyou]

"I am Kenta Nakashima. Summoner specialize in Necromancy and Demonology. I generally would have not been in this fight except it was 6 on 1. And I'm very twitchy when not in a group and... Oh too much summoning..." Kenta passes out right there on the street. All of his summons disappeared.

 

[Riddle78]

As the Summoner introduced themselves with a vaguely Asian name,the knife-eared sorcerer konked out. Angar cursed under his breath,and hoisted his shield up,strapping it to his shoulder,fixing it to his back,while setting down the hammer he looted from the player killer. Crouching down beside his form,he took stock of his build. Stereotypically Elven. Tall and lithe,with an overly large head. They also tended to be remarkably light,making what he planned to do that much easier. The Guardian hauled Kenta's unconscious form up off the ground,and slung him over his shoulder,careful to make sure the Elf's head was pointed forward.


Cor Angar picked up his new hammer,noting that,despite the weight inherent to a warhammer,the weapon had an atypically even distribution of weight,even after factoring in the moving bell striker inside the head. Well,that explained why the player killer was able to swing it around as he did. Propping the bell hammer against his shoulder,Angar headed to where he expected the largest congregation of players would be: The tavern.


Arriving at the same tavern he cursed before,Angar entered,albeit quite awkwardly. Stomping into the main common area,Angar began to bark out orders. "Healers! I need a brigade of Healers! Experienced ones!" His voice cut through the din of the common room,and every head swiveled to behold the man in the door. "A few blocks down,there are six players,each in need of healing. One is suffering from life-threatening injuries to the groin. Since we can't log out,I'm of the belief that character death carries grave consequences on the outside." He scanned the room. "One has significant skull injuries,a severed hand,and a shattered wrist,as well as chest injuries. Another has had their legs and arm crippled. A third was struck in the groin with a mace. I give that one an hour to live." Angar stepped aside,and gestured out the door with the bell hammer.


"Hop to! If you don't do anything about it,you're murderers by proxy!" That lit a fire under everyone's ass. Seemingly every Healer scrambled out of the building,however,the Guardian grabbed a particularly inexperienced looking one by the shoulder,and pulled her aside. "This Elf needs attention,too. Summoning sickness and exhaustion. Can you handle that?" After a moment,the Healer nodded. "Excellent." Angar eased the unconscious Summoner down so the Healer could take him. "I leave him in your capable hands. However!" The Healer stopped,and turned to face Angar. "He's self-admitted to be overly twitchy and paranoid. Play it safe,and drain his mana,and keep his weapons in another room. When he wakes up,Silence him and explain everything. Fetch me,if you feel you need to. I'll be sticking around." The Healer nodded,and went off to treat the Summoner,staggering under his weight. Seriously? She's that weak? Angar was surprised with himself. He generally didn't have thoughts like that.


Shaking his head,Angar selected a table for himself near the middle of the room,and picked the chair with eyes on the door. Setting his shield and hammer down by his seat,a waitress came by,and asked for his order. "Blueberry mead,please. Room temperature." She nodded,and left to take other orders. The Guardian sat there,awaiting his drink,and thinking on what had happened that in-game day. One thing out of place,and it's like the End of Days... It's like these people were LOOKING for a reason.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

The conversation was growing old. "Come on guys let's go to a tavern. I am DYING of thirst here!" Bran huffs and begins fidgeting and moving around in every direction. I can't take this any longer I am so thirsty I could drink the freaking ocean... are there even oceans in this game? She was deep in thought when a loud growl was heard. The group looked around thinking that it might be a animal of some sort.





"Was that a monster growling?" Hanna turns from her conversation with Gro’Gash to look around. Angry, Bran scowled her face flustered."That's it!! I'm leaving, I am too hungry and thirsty to stand around. I'll save you guys a seat." Then she sharply turns around and walks off. "Wait Bran!!" Hanna turns around to the samurai "I am so sorry. I have to follow her. To, you know make sure she doesn't start a bar fight." Hanna shrugs rushes off following her friend. "We'll save you a seat!"


Bran annoyed by the random rush of healers blocked her way to the nearest tavern. She kicks open the door, her stomach growled the sound reverberated throughout the tavern. The waitress turned and looked at the girl "Honey sit down, you sound like you need something to eat" she pats a table where there was a guy fully dressed in armor and some passed out guy who looked kind of familiar. She turns to the waitress "I'd like a pitcher of Medovina mead.. and a whole turkey, extra pepper please." The waitress looked shocked, but nodded and left.


Bran turned to the what she assumed to be a human wall gave the 'sup' nod. "So what's your story?" Bran puts her hands under her chin and leans in. At that moment Hanna barged through the doors, looked around and marched over to Bran "Why are you always so rude!! You just left those nice people there!!" Hanna turns to the guardian, "I'm sorry is she bothering you?"

 

[Riddle78]

Cor Angar was shaken from his thoughts when a pair of players approached his table,one asking what his story was,and another admonishing her for her forwardness. He chuckles it off,and motions for the two to sit,just as his own mead comes in. With a word of thanks,he passes the waitress some coins for the drink,and a couple more as a tip. He couldn't tell if she was a player or NPC,but he doubted it'd change much. "She's no bother. I like honesty. Please,help yourselves to a chair and some table space." Angar undone his helmet's chin strap,and removed it,revealing his face. He had no doubt that the scar and his blind eye would draw plenty of attention,but it isn't polite to wear a helmet when you have conversation guests,especially at a table.


Setting his helmet down beside him on the table,he took a swig of the brew. Sweet,but not overly so. And had a pleasant burn for an aftertaste. Blueberries,honey,and grain. That's what went into this,and Angar found himself enjoying it immensely,but he knew it'd be rude to slam it back right now. "I'm Cor Angar,a Guardian,if the vault door of a shield didn't give it away." He tapped an armoured toe against his shield to draw attention to this point. "Nothing much,really. I tend to not take a square hit in a fight,and I just dealt with a player-killer gank squad. If you saw a parade of Healers,that was my doing. Didn't kill any of them,but at least half of them are crippled without a Healer's attention... And one's got an hour to live without a Healer,since I slammed him in the groin with my mace..." He chuckled,and shook his head. "A Guardian,too. What a shame." He gestured to his bell hammer. "Got that off their leader. Armoured to the nines,and used enough magic to make it impossible to pin down his Class."





Gesturing over his shoulder to a booth behind him,where the Healer was working on Kenta on the table. Why not the privacy of a room was beyond him. "That Elf over there saved my bacon. There were six of the bastards. Summoned up a bunch of minions to hold the aggro while we tore down the squad. Not a single fatality." Taking another swig of his drink,Angar nodded in appreciation. "Damn,this is good..." He shook his head. "And I seem to carry more weapons than most players,too." He raised his arms,allowing the girls an unobstructed view to his arsenal: An hourglass-shaped shortsword,a flanged mace,a large crossbow,now resting across his abdomen,and,of course,the shield leaning against his chair. "A big sword's all well and good,but..." He lowered his arms to rest the hands on the table. "Sometimes,a blade just won't cut it." He chuckled lightly at his pun,then readdressed his anonymous guests.


"So,you know about me. Care to share,ladies?"

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Hanna blinked and sat down in front of this large and intimidating man. She felt calmer after he removed his armor showing a scar and blind eye, I wonder if he made his character that way or got it in this world. As Hanna examined the warrior she noticed the waitress come by with some mead and asked for some milk. As she sat down and listened to this experienced player all she could think about is how inexperienced she is.


Hanna turned to Bran and saw a look of pure awe on her face. "OMFG. Dude you totally rock! You took down a whole party practically by yourself, including someone from your own class.That is freaking amazing you GOT to be my mentor!! Please, please, oh pretty PLEEEAASSSEEEE" Hanna was shocked by Bran's admiration of the guardian Hanna never knew her to want to listen or learn from anyone, Bran is ridiculously prideful. However, here she was begging this warrior to teach her I think hell is freezing over.





Bran did really want to learn from the best, she knew this was a awesome way to lean fighting and level up. "I'm a noob swordswoman and I don't want to die in this world. I want to learn, be stronger to survive. You are a survivor please help me..." She glances at Hanna and back at him "please help me be a better partner." Hanna was a little shocked by Bran's sincerity and simply nodded at the guardian "She's a total klutz and has no sword fighting experience. She really needs all the help she can get."