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Fantasy Tales of Thol

Cor Angar had a hearty laugh at the outburst. It wasn't in insult,simply in mirth. "Such energy!" His laugh petered out to a chuckle,and he took a swig from his drink to keep himself from breaking into another bout of laughter. Lowering his stein,he continued to listen to the pleading Elf's pitch. It was quite entertaining,to say the least. And brutally honest. "Considering we don't know what happens once someone dies,without the logout? It'd be a crime not to. Besides..." He took another swig,smiling from behind his stein. "Who can resist a pitch like that?" Setting down the large container of drink,a waitress came by with an empty glass,a pitcher of milk,a flagon of mead,and a whole damn turkey,setting them down in front of the girls.


"We could start tomorrow,with staves or practice blades. Until then,we should relax. I'm fairly bushed from my brush with Death,to be honest. Nearly got flattened by the bell hammer." He flagged down a waitress,and ordered a bowl of stew. Any stew,really. So long as it had meat. Afterwards,he redirected his attention to the girls. "Nice to meet someone who isn't rioting,killing,or who knows what else. Should've seen the streets even a half hour ago. Could've sworn the city was under siege with all that shit happening." He looked at his starry-eyed apprentice,and examined her gear. A dagger,and a hand-and-a-half sword as weapons. Obviously looking for a more...Refined approach to combat. Suits him just fine. Anatomy was one of his strong points.


Her armour,however,if it could even be called that,was a different story. It was quite revealing,looking more at home in a burlesque club than on the battlefield. An exposed abdomen,sides,even the upper half of her chest! It's like she wanted to distract her opponents with the outfit,rather than keep her insides from becoming outsides. And that was all luck. Luck wasn't something to be relied upon in a fight. "You DO have some shopping to do,though,young miss. You look like you just walked out of a brothel. Your heart and liver are wide open." He rapped an armoured knuckle against his breastplate. "Armour isn't as heavy,or cumbersome,as people say it is. You don't need plate,but SOMETHING protecting your vitals is better than a showgirl's leotard." Taking another swig from his mug,he snapped his fingers,quite a feat in armoured gauntlets.


"That's right. You girls didn't even introduce yourselves."
 
Kenta woke up. Where in hell am I? Who is this person? Why is my mana on a mana lock? Why can't I talk? I bet the summoning put me out then the guardian brought me here. The healer walked towards Kenta, "Are you better? A guardian came and told me to heal you. He said that you're a little jumping when not in a party so he told me to put you on a mana lock and to cast silence on you. I currently have you restrained because you woke up once before and nearly killed me. Would you like to talk?" I just nodded. The healer started to cast another spell. Wait. This spell... It's not the spell to enable me talk again. It's... Oh. God. No. I have to break out of these restraints. If I don't he is going to kill me. Kenta looks at the ropes binding him. They are pretty weak. I'd just have to yank and get out of them but without my magic... This is going to end badly. Kenta yanks at the rope and it comes loose. Kenta jumps up and kicks the healer in the face knocking him out.


Kenta looks around and sees the guardian. He grabs a piece of paper and a pen and writes, That guy just tried to kill me. I need a healer to un-silence and unmana lock me. Preferably one who wasn't part of the PK group that we nearly killed.
 
Bran smiles brightly and fists pumps into the air "Yesssss!!" As the food and drinks came Bran calmed down a little bit and took a swig of her Medovina mead. "Tomorrow" she smiles at him and digs in on her turkey. Hanna smiles at the guardian "Yes it is nice to meet someone calm and level headed." She sipped some of her milk and looked at Bran devouring a whole turkey.


When the guardian mentioned Bran's clothing Hanna almost gave a spit take. Hanna began hardily laughing "Oh my! That is the most hilarious...." she continues to laugh. Bran almost chocked on her turkey when he told her she looked like she left the brothel. "Really? I thought that it was cute and its super light," she shrugs "but it makes sense I don't want to end up a shish kabob. Especially if we can really die. I would rather die because of my lack of skill than lack of armor."


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Bran turns to Hanna and smiles "you know what that means" they both smile and in unison say ".... Shopping!!" Bran tuns to the Guardian "However, for insulting a woman's clothing I am forcing you to come, for your opinion of course." She protrudes her chest out proudly "My name is Bran, the eleven swordswoman and future pupil, nice to meet you."


Hanna bows at the guardian "I am called Hanna, Lycan archer/ranger. It is a pleasure to meet you and I apologize in advance for my friend's stupidity and boisterous attitude." She smiles at him and takes a sip of her milk again, leaving a milkstash. "Sure I'm the stupid one. At least I don't look like a idiot with a milk-stash" Hanna quickly wipes the stash away and smiles sheepishly. At that moment Kenta walks over to them and hands slip of paper to him. Hanna looks up "Kenta right? Are you okay?" Bran chimed in "Dude you look ragged."
 
Kenta gives them a look of worriedness and shows them the note. He motions with his hands that he can't speak cause of the knocked out healer in the corner of the pub.
 
"Well why did you knock him out?" Bran didn't realize that the healer was the one who silenced him or even read the note she was too interested in her food and excitement of getting new clothes. "Go back there and get unslienced, then lets have a drink!" Bran smiles and raises her pitcher of spicy mead.


Hanna rolls her eyes and sighs at her "Bran the healer silenced him and almost killed him, he's lucky to have woken up" she opens her inventory and scrolls down, I know I had a cure all in here... ah! Hanna found the cure all and handed it to Kenta "Here I hope this helps" she smiles politely.
 
Kenta chugs the nasty tasting bottle down. This was a cure all potion. Those are expensive. My mana-lock is even gone. Those at least cost over 10,000 gold. "Thank you. That healer got away before I knocked him out when I helped Angar and I thought he ran to another town. But I guess I was mistaken. Bran, I'm curious why would hand over a cure-all potion? Those at least cost 10,000 gold unless you got it from a quest which in that case you would have had to have at least killed a Lich."
 
Angar chuckled bemusedly as he read Kenta's note. The contents of it quickly bleached his face. Looking at the unconscious player in the corner,it was plain that someone switched places with the Healer that was looking after him. "The mana drain and silencing was my suggestion. I didn't want you to hurt anyone in a blind panic. Sorry about that. But he," Angar pointed at the comatose Mage. They were,of all things,Orcish. "Is not who I left you with. I left you with a young Elfin woman." He gestured at Kenta,then Hanna. "Kenta,stay close to Hanna. You,with me. And spit out your name,already! We have some work to do."





Angar left his blueberry mead on the table as he rose,drawing his mace,and declared to the room at large, "An attempt has been made on a player's life by another player scant moments ago. Nobody leave." Angar didn't even pick up his shield. It's far too large for use in the tavern. Looking back at Hanna,he said, "Anyone tries to leave,kneecap them." Angar approached the stairs leading up to the upper level,stopping only to make sure the impostor was out cold. Pointing at a nearby player with his mace,Angar directed, "When he gets up,knock him out. He's a PK." The player nodded,and Angar proceeded up the stairs.


He kicked open several doors,and encountered at least two people in different rooms in an...Indecent state. Every player he intruded upon,he uttered an apology,then continued on his way. When he booted open the twelfth door,he found the room to be empty. "Watch to door." Clomping into the room,Angar saw that there was a bed,a wardrobe,and a chest of drawers. Only one place to hide someone,then. A live one,at any rate. Trying to open the wardrobe,he found it was locked. And when the door clunked against the locking mechanism,he heard a muffled cry from within. "Someone's locked in here..." He thumped the door,and bellowed, "Get into a back corner! I'm bashing the door in!" Angar gave the prisoner a few seconds to shuffle into a corner,then started to hammer on the wooden furniture with his mace,rapidly annihilating the area around the lock.


In seconds,the locking mechanism was wholly exposed,and so the Guardian reached out,grabbed it,and tore it out,allowing the doors to swing open. Within,Angar saw the Healer he left Kenta with before this incident. Her left eye was swollen shut,and had multiple bruises and lacerations,plus she was tied up with...


"Chains and a padlock!? Who the Hell does that!?" Cor Angar grumbled under his breath,and removed the cloth gag from her mouth,at any rate. "Let me guess: Orc in a dress did this?" The Elf,still recovering,simply nodded. "He's downstairs,and out like a light. Gonna bring you to the common room so we can get you out." With that,the Guardian slung his mace once more,and hoisted up the Healer. He was surprised at how light she was. Couldn't be any heavier than a hundred pounds,soaking wet. "It's like these bastards were professional hitmen..." Walking down the stairs,Angar addressed the room. "Anyone got bolt cutters,or the know-how to pick a lock?"
 
Bran looked up from whats left of her whole turkey, god knows how she ate all of it. "I'm Bran" she points over to her black haired archer next to her "that's Hanna." Bran lifts up her spicy mead "Order and eat!!" Hanna turns to Bran "It's fine, at least he knows our names. I bet you still don't know his." She then smiles warmly at the boy "No I didn't fight a Lich for it, but you needed more than any of us. Think of it as a gesture of kindness for the possibility of being teammates."





As Angar gives the woed to go, Bran already done jumps up on the table, pulls out her sword and follows Angar up the stairs "let's go have some fun! Wooo!!!" Hanna sighs why is she so excited. She nod to the man's words "will do sir." As the two walked up the floors Bran whistled at the lucky few who were getting it on. She couldn't help but say "you do know that there's a 68% chance that, that girl is a dude playing a chick right? Food for thought" she walks along following the guardian. Bran watched as Angar rescued the pretty elf woman, she didn't know that her people could look so bad even beaten. As they walked back down Bran had to ask "what if they were professionals? Like they were hired by a guild or the virus to kill us off?"


Hanna looks up as Angar and Bran return, she sees the poor elf woman "Sit her down here and I'll bandage her." Hanna rushes over to an empty booth and as Angar lays the woman on the table Hanna begins mending her cuts and bruises.
 
"I have a couple of healing and restore mana potions in my bag. Let's see here... Ah ha. Here they are." Kenta hands the potions over to Hanna. "So, do you all want to become a party?" Kenta looks at Angar, Hanna, and Bran. "Because if not I completely understand. I mean Necromancers are generally not good company." Kenta asks, "Hey does anyone have a lute or harp?" A random bard comes up and hands him his harp. The bard asks, "May I ask why?" Kenta just starts to play Broken by Seether.
 
Hanna takes the potions from Kenta "Thank you, Kenta" Hanna begins tending the poor woman. The elf woman was still shaking and frightened even after she finished tending to the woman, Kenta begins playing a song on someone's harp. It is a calming song with a sad story, but it seemed to have a calming effect on the woman and she began to rest much easier. As Kenta finished his song she turns and smiles at him warmly "Necromancer's are fine allies and you seem like kind person. I would be happy to have you in our group."


"Why do we need bolt cutters?" Bran asked trapped behind Angar as he entered the room. As Bran walked down she squeezed past Angar and heard Broken by Seether "Aw yeah who's playing this!" She looks around and sees Kenta on the harp when he finishes Bran jumps over a table and lands next to him. "That rocked dude, are you in a band in real life?"
 
Angar set the Elfin Healer down on the very same table she set Kenta down on so they could treat her injuries. A brief examination on Angar's part revealed no broken bones; Despite how gruesome it looked,all she had were flesh wounds,though it would take quite some time for her eye's swelling to die down naturally. Still,she was a Healer,so,once they free her from the restraints,she'd be able to patch herself up. As Kenta asked for an instrument,Cor Angar answered Bran's question. "To cut the lock off. The Orc didn't have a key. I think he was either going to tie off loose ends,or just let her starve in the wardrobe. Hopefully that was what he had planned,anyways..." Angar shuddered as he finished the thought. The Internet's home to some sick bastards.


A man in a hood and boiled leather garb approached,brandishing an assortment of lockpicking hardware,silently offering to pick the lock. The Guardian stepped aside to let the Thief do his work. "Thank you. I'll pay you,of course." The Thief chuckled,and tossed a coinpurse at Angar,remarking, "You already did." Angar checked his belt and,sure enough,his coinpurse was missing. "Clever." He reattached the leather bag to his belt as he supervised the Thief's work. Picking a lock is a talent that requires time and concentration,no matter how well versed you are. After a couple of minutes,the padlock clicked open,which the Thief took it upon himself to remove,then place on the table. "Kidnapping a girl. What sort of animal does that crap?" Having said his piece,and his services rendered,the Thief melted back into the crowd at the tavern,while Angar helped the Healer out of the chain.


Angar was coiling up the chain to put on his belt as Kenta finished his song. He gave a nod of appreciation,and said, "Excellent playing,Kenta. You have talent. And I think you'd make an invaluable party member. A Summoner who knows how to fight unarmed is a force of nature." He wasn't lying. Outside of the game,Joseph personally knew someone who,quite rightly,proclaimed that "Fist is BEST weapon!". The human body is the single most versatile weapon in the world. "What's somebody going to do if they want to disarm you? Cut off your hands?" Angar had a chuckle as the Healer cast a spell on herself. It didn't completely heal her injuries,but it reduced the swollen-shut eye to a simple shiner. "Thank you for your work. And I'm sorry for what that Orc did you you." The Elf shook her head,and said, "It's nothing,really. But,who'd you annoy?" Angar shrugged and shook his head. "I have no clue. The Summoner and I tore down a PK squad,but aside from that,I doubt we made enemies." Cor Angar withdrew a handful of coins from his coinpurse,and handed them to the Healer. "Compensation. Nobody should go through that,and I'm the reason it happened."





The Healer accepted the coins with a little nod,and slid off the table. She excused herself,and scurried off upstairs. The Guardian threw a glance outside,and saw that it was pitch dark out. "Time flies. Can't travel in that light. Should we turn in,then? Get cracking in the morning?" Angar walked to his table,and picked up his stein. "SKOLL!" With that,he leaned back,and knocked back the rest of his blueberry mead. Sure,people back home would probably make snark at the "girly" drink,but he had his tastes. Not everyone could chug moonshine all day.


With a mighty sigh of satisfaction,Angar slammed his stein down on the table while wiping his mouth. "The good stuff. So,is that a plan?" Leaning against the table,Angar appraised his new party.
 
"First of all, what's everyone's levels? Mine is 4. I ask this because we need to go to a place to grind some levels." Kenta stopped playing and looked at Bran, "IRL, I'm a surgeon, I play 19 different instruments, was trained to sing opera for 5 years, and I play with 2 symphonies. In fact if we make out of this game I'll send all of you tickets." Kenta turned to the Healer, "I did make one enemy already but I know he's against player killing."
 
Bran turns to her master?... mentor?..... Angar and smiles. What a girly drink hehehehe... As Angar proposes sleep Bran stretches up and yawns "sound like a plan. It's getting late anyway I could sleep for days." Bran heads up stairs ignoring any further questions. She kicks open the door and the couple who were just beginning to make out scream loudly. "Out" was all she could utter and as the couple rushes out of the room she face plants on the bed and was out like a light.


Hanna looks up as her friend goes upstairs "Make sure the room is empty fi--" the scream of a couple could be heard from downstairs "never mind..." Hanna turns, gives a slight laugh and smiles at Kenta "She always does that even IRL. I am about level 9 and Bran is level 14 we spent most of our time killing some lower level boars and birds before everything went crazy." Hanna's jaw dropped when she heard of Kenta's job profession "Wow, when do you have time to sleep?!" Hanna loved all things musical and was an aspiring flautist, she never believed that such successful people online.
 
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At Kenta's exposition on his real life,all Angar could do was raise an eyebrow. "And outside,I make video games. Someone with a resume like yours would be news the world over. Haven't heard a word,and in the game industry,it pays to stay caught up on current events." He simply beheld Kenta for a moment,and finished his little skeptic's speech. "Deeds. Not words." He gestured at the borrowed instrument,and clarified, "Sure,you're good with that. Your unarmed skills show great dexterity,as required of a surgeon. But,forgive me for being skeptical when someone on the Internet,an infinite sea of anonymity,makes such a tall claim. I've had enough of such stories from Electronic Arts,Activision,and Ubisoft."





His point made,Angar changed gears with all the tact of a mad preacher. "Anyways,about level. I don't bother to keep track. I'm probably over level fifteen by now,but this game seems to be built more on the player's savvy than level advantage. Humanoid enemies die when they get a sword in the heart or brain,regardless of the level difference. An arrow to the knee will stop anyone with kneecaps to break." He shrugged. "Hell,I went on a raid when I first hopped in,and everyone called me crazy. It's where I got my gear. Apparently,it was endgame content."





As Bran went off upstairs to sleep,he could only chuckle as she evicted a romantic couple from their room. They came downstairs,looking quite angry for themselves,looking about to call for management. He pulled the gentleman of the pair aside,and whispered into his ear, "You realize that seven-to-ten,she's a he,right? Food for thought." Angar left the man to his dawning discomfort,and likely horror,as he picked up his gear from the table. "We'll cook up a game plan tomorrow morning. I have some ideas,but I'm sure we all do." Hands full,Cor Angar made his way to the staircase up. Stopping by the Orc that tried to kill Kenta,he looked at the small squadron of players watching over him,and had a thought.


"String him up,and hang him from his wrists in the well out back. Gag him,too. That should keep him from trying an encore performance." The players cracked wicked grins,and an Orc in the bunch started to laugh like a grade-A Disney villain,and they went to work. Safety secured,Angar stomped upstairs,dragging the bell hammer's pommel along the way,not even bothering to hoist the large weapon fully off the ground.


Finding an empty room,the Guardian set down his equipment about the room,seemingly in laziness,but there was a method to his madness. The bell hammer went down just behind the door,where it would be impossible to spot until a potential intruder was inside,and the door would have struck it long before they saw it,creating an alarm of sorts. His helmet was placed over a post for the footboard,and his armoured plates were simply scattered around the room,like secondary alarms,and impediments for movement. His belt of weapons hung from a headboard post,but not before he loaded his crossbow with a broadhead bolt.


His final security measure was to move the wardrobe in front of the window. No entry point was left without a means to wake him up,should it be disturbed. Many would deem his measures excessive,but with what had happened in the past hour alone,Angar felt justified in his preparations. With a confident nod,Cor Angar crawled into the bed,and slowly drifted to sleep. They've even programmed in fatigue... I could learn a few tricks for my own projects...
 
Hanna nods and waves to Kenta "good night Kenta see you in the morning." Follow Bran's destruction path she goes up to Bran's room and secures it making sure the windows were locked and the door locked. Hanna laid her bow near the bed and pulled an arrow out of a her quiver and put it under the pillow. Then she rolled over her unconscious log of a friend and closes her eyes to the next day.
 
((OCC - I will be gone for a while. I won't be back until September sometime. Sorry for the inconvenience. And if you want to someone can take over Kenta.))
 
((OOC// Just found out that there is an app that I can use to reply on here. So I'm back.))


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(Any ways Welcome back everyone Sorry I haven't been here lately but I'm back now.)


Shiro looked out at the swampy area from his room in the Inn. "Well I have a bit of time so I might as well go level grinding" He said. He walked out side the Inn, noticing some other players staring at him. He cautiously looked around at them to make sure none of them were planning on attacking him. He walked into the forest still looking behind him for other players. He spotted a few skeletons an d Zombies. "This should suffice.


After a while of attacking it looked to be getting later in the day. Shiro looked at his level. "Level 12" he said to himself. "I should start accepting a few quests soon. He said as he continued to walk through the forest. Then he noticed something. There was a clearing and in it, a sword stuck into a stone. He walked up to it. 'This sword can't be pulled out of its stone with strength and skill alone, The sword must chose you. It's name is Dark Excalibur' was engraved on the stone. Shiro reached for it and pulled it out with ease. "Haha, so much for the legendary Excalibur then" he said. He then opened up his inventory to check it. 'Super Rare Item: Dark Excalibur... requirements Class: Swords man Level: 40' "Well I guess it is pretty strong then" he said. Then out of no where a sword slashed his back. He looked back and saw a player. The person raised his sword again and slashed downwards. Shiro got one last good look at the person who killed him before his body exploded into pixels.


Shiro awoke in a strange building. The crypt... The place where you re spawn when you die. He felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. "So we won't die huh...." He said and he started to laugh. He walked out into the starting town. "Well there goes my room at the inn" he said.
 
Kenta walks slowly up stairs. "I wonder what level in demonology and necromancy I am? I don't believe it raised any. And if it did it must been after the attacks." Kenta gets to his room and pulls up his skills list. When the next thing he saw was a sword through his chest and turns around to see the eleven healer chick. "Why..." Kenta screams as he explodes into a ton of pixels.


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Hanna had awoken from her slumber feeling rested, but uneasy she looked around hoping to see the cause of her uneasiness. She jumped to the sound of a loud snore, she looked around and heard another come from her best friend and partner Bran. "Geeze Bran..." Hanna smiles as the new day awakens. Hanna gets ready and begins walking downstairs. As she walked down to the row of tables near the wall she heard a voice call out to her "Miss could you help us for a moment?" As Hanna turned around, a man came up close and stabbed her in the stomach. Hanna gave a small squeak in anguish and pushed her attacker away. As she moved her hands over the knife she stood in shock.


Bran awoke from the best sleep she had had in months. As she stretched up to the sky and scratched her blonde locks. Then got up and got ready as she walked downstairs it wasn't until she noticed Hanna's anguish. "Whats wrong?" Bran pulled out her sword and moved into a battle stance. As Hanna turned to Bran the knife shone from her stomach, she stumbled and began to slide down onto the floor blood pouring from her wound. "Grrrrraaaaahhhh"Bran yelled in anger ran as she swiftly sliced the attackers head scalping him completely. Another attacker charged behind her raising his knife to above his head. Bran grabbed a dagger she had an thew it straight into the attackers head, he crumpled to the ground and dispersed into pixels.


The final attacker, a child elf summoner, summoned a large bear in the tavern. It's loud roar bellowed thorough the building awakening anyone inside. Bran stared at the beast with a ranged eyes she griped her sword tight and charged directly at the beast. The beast came in close for a bite and Bran jumped back the jaws narrowly missing Bran's leg. Bran jumped up onto a table and ran down the length of it and landed on the other side having a straight shot of the bear. The bear growled and charged at Bran. Bran's eyebrows furrowed and held her stance as the bear was about to pounce. Bran gave a quick glance toward her friend and saw her slowly disappear pixel by pixel. Tears in her eyes Bran twirled her body around creating a whirlwind rapidly attacking the bear and breaking the tables and chairs around her.


Bran stood angered in the center of the wreckage she walked over to the young elf child, half of her body was trapped under the rubble. Bran lifts up the half of her free from the rubble and leans in close to the girls face. "I hope It was worth it..." Bran hisses as she slid her sword into the girls throat. As the elf child slowly choked on her own blood Bran leaned back and watched, hatred filling her eyes. As the tiny summoner disappeared Bran looked back at where Hanna had been and tears began to roll off her face.
 
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Kenta woke up in a strange dark and wet area. "How am I alive? Is anyone here? I need to get out of here and make sure everyone is ok." 'An elven attack group most likely is the one who attacked us... well me anyway. I bet the others made it out. I was the weakest. Shit I didn't even add them as friends. How will they know I'm ok.' Kenta feels a faint breeze and follows it to what looks to be the door. 'I wonder what this does.'


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