Prince
Aeternus ll Mystic Forest

As the Dark Knight nodded his agreement to the large party, he jumped off the wall and walked off towards the forest, moving deeper within it. Prince chuckled as he lept after him, landing neatly on his feet as he followed the party leader.

"Man don't be a downer! We will survive! Positive attitudes are positive!" the red haired man chuckled, tucking his furry companion back under his hat as he walked in smooth strides to keep up with Ares.

Navigating through the forest was a easy feet for the one eyed man, being nimble and agile as he practically skipped along. Occasionally turning in a circle as he walked to look at his surroundings. When Ares gave the instructions, Prince gave a confident grin and held up his right hand in a thumbs up motion.

"Gotcha! No worries I'll have them here in a jiffy!" he replied gleefully before blinking his teal eye to the newest arrival, Vick apparently, walk timidly over to him and ask if the tall fluffy eared man needed buffs before throwing himself at a pack of wolves.

Rubbing his chin between his right index finger and thumb as he thoughtfully considered this, he dropped his hand and merely gave a smile to the tall black haired boy.

"Thank you kindly for the offer, but save your SP for Vally and Lils over there and Sir Boss when he's getting battered. They are the ones going to take most of the hits. Me I'll be dodging and distracting mostly. Keep our front liners safe and cozy eh cutie?" Prince grinned, patting the glasses wearing man on the head, his fingers lightly ruffling the black hair like a comforting brother before smirking as he smoothly took a hand and placed a kiss on the back of it before jogging off with a carefree laugh.

"Be right back stunning adventurers!" Prince chirped to them all before jetting off deeper into the woods, his speed almost like a jackrabbit on coffee.

It wasn't long until he came upon the pack of wolves, lying about lazily though they instantly stood as hey saw him. Her dark black fur almost blending in with their dark surroundings, but their glowing golden eyes were clear as day. Coming to a halt as he stood before the wolves, he grinned and tipped his hat.

"Well greetings my fine furry friends! A fine day isn't it? The sun probably shining above those trees, the smell of the sweet calming forest, the sound of hungry growls ready to devour wandering adventurers... Yep perfect day for a stroll!" chuckled the bare chested man, watching as the large number of wolves growled, taking a step towards him.

Giving a playful pout at the sight of aggressive animals before he took a deep breath, cleared his throat before speaking in a French accent. "I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!" he spoke clearly as he shook his tail at them and stuck out his tongue.

Snarls erupted from the beasts throats and the buccaneer gave a innocent grin. "Not Monty Python fans I take it?" he chuckled as he started backing up as the pack's approach was now coming closer. "Laters! Meow!" Prince grinned before sprinting back towards the others as the wolves suddenly charged him.

Luckily, Prince kept out of their reach mostly, dodging a few that managed to keep up enough to snap at him. For him, it would only take around four solid hits before he went down, Buccaneer was a great class to have who knew how to use it but it was a hard and risky class to be. Good thing he's quite good at it.

Soon the others came into sight as he bursts out of the darkness made up of the cluster of trees.

"Wolves incoming!" he warned as he pivoted around when he reached beside the others on the forefront, his hands smoothly unsheathing the blades at his hips as their opponents burst out of the woods with angry snarls.

As danger threatened the death of him, Prince was practically dancing as he dodged attacks from wolves. He spun left, avoiding a lunging wolf as it attempted to maul him, before he quickly had to jump and duck away from other vicious swipes. He was constantly moving, leaving little room for a breather, his swords danced when he found a opening, the blades striking in silver streaks, too fast for the naked eye to see the actual blade.

His attacks alone would take some time to actually kill a wolf with so many jumping about, but he could at least do some damage as he dodged about to avoid a quick death.

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HP: 100
SP: 100
Level 1
Inventory
HP potions: 10
Sp potions: 10
Wooden Harp: 1
Cinnamon Cookies: 5
Gold: 50

Ares
Aeternus || Mystic Forest
Affected Players: Prince

He tightened both knuckles, his forearms flexed. What gave him the right to make such a claim? “Is that something you’re willing to guarantee?” Ares said, shooting the buccaneer a solemn glance before he took off.

Ares stood his ground against the incoming pack – his legs spread shoulder-length apart in a short stance, left foot leading and right in rear guard, knees slightly bent, core flexed– waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. He remained focused as the buccaneer sped past him. “One, two, three…you’re mine.” He whispered, counting the wolves that ran straight for him.

“Dark Wave!” He roared as he swung his great-lance, the powerful Soul Eater, in a diagonal upward slash, shooting a single wave of dark energy. The attack found its intended targets and sent them ricocheting in different directions against the forest ground, debris lifting in the wake of the blow. Just as the wolves began to recover, Ares bolted forward with a potent stride.

These wolves were reckless. As soon as they were back on their four, they charged for Ares once more. Or perhaps, devoid of any real sentience, they simply acted on instinct. Whatever the case, they approached fast in a three-pronged formation. Exploiting the momentum of his pace and the positioning of his enemies, Ares jerked Soul Eater forward in a fluid movement – Triple Thrust. He managed to impale two of the three wolves but missed the third one.

“Shit…” That was as much as had managed to escape his tongue and before he knew it he had a snout ripping at his left gauntlet. The wolf’s jaw was locked, despite the armor of his gauntlet; he could feel the stabbing pain that pounded at his palm. Ares tugged at the wolf, and in a split-second’s time, flung the beast. Ignoring the sharp pain, he bolted forward once more and took to the air in a mighty leap; he locked the sharp of the lance downward and thundered straight into the wolf – Earth Breaker. Right before his eyes, the wolf spun into strings of data before phasing out of existence completely.

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HP: 90%
SP: 80
Level: 1
Inventory
Potion x4
Gold x10

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Wolf Level: 1 HP: 00%
Wolf Level: 1 HP: 40%
Wolf Level: 2 HP: 55%

Wandering Fool
Aeternus || Nexus
Sleepy Leaf Bridge

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Only a three hundred gold reward for defeating eight players... It sounded good on the outset, but there was that question- was the gold distributed per party, or per player? If it was per player, the reward would be almost too much, despite quest difficulty. Per party made more sense. But on that same thought.... if ten people took down the eight, then each would only get thirty gold.

He sighed, strolling out of town. Even looked at that way, it was a decent sum. Such a pain. Apparently a few people had agreed to meet up for this around this time, according to the woman. Not that he intended to be dependent on anyone for support. This was eight people. In a regular MMO he wouldn’t have blinked at the idea of taking them on, but in this one you could die. Dying was a poor life choice, along with doing drugs and drinking. Better get this over with.

The seen Jeremy walked into was an interesting one. A girl telling off a bunch of armed players while she had not a weapon in hand, and then a boy ran up yelling about bullies. But... Where was everyone else? Useless. He paused a second allowing the boy to finish his speech, and then approached the group from behind, in time to see people dropping.

“Woah now, a lady like you shouldn’t stoop to their levels.” He shook his head sadly and approached her side, careful to stay away from her front, or the feathers. “Just look at these poor players, how can you blame them when you made the first move?”

Three of the players had dropped, and one was swaying. This could work- intimidate the others, make them feel weak. Jeremy turned so that the bridge was in his peripheral vision.

“As of right now, doesn’t that make you lower than dirt as well? Technically speaking of course.” He grinned and glanced at the bridge, and then spun, flipping a knife into his hand and cocking his arm back for an instant- long enough to activate Dead Eye and bury the knife just over the players standard issue breastplate, in his throat. The White Knight had been advancing while he was talking. Rude. He turned back to the girl, taking the time to glance over her public player data. Ah, Imagineer, mastermind class. Not much to speak of in physical defense then.

“Now see what you made me do! Now I am lower than dirt too!” Jeremy shook his head in mock shame and turned towards their opponents, smiling cheekily. “How about you just let yourselves be turned in, sit nice and safe in a cell for a while? It’s safe, they feed you, and you don’t have to pay for a bed- perfect for cowards!” The Knight he had stabbed had already pulled out the blade and tossed it aside, rubbing at his throat with a pained expression. Jeremy waved his hand and another knife seemed to slowly rise out of his sleeve. He flourished his cloak with one hand and bowed, hat and knife in the other.

Jeremy spoke out of the corner of his mouth to the Moon Waltzer. “Brother, mind lending a magician a hand? Try to keep the muscles over there busy with your little friend, Miss Imagination over here probably has as bad physical defense as me.”

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HP: 100%
SP: 100
Level: 1
Inventory:
Gold: 20
Deck of Cards
Dice & Cup x 10
Bread x2
Flint & Steel
Whetstone
Canteen (Water)

Enemies
White Knight: 85%
Player 2: 100% (SLP)
Player 3: 100% (SLP)
Player 4: ???
Player 5: ???
Player 6: ???
Player 7: 100% (SLP)
Player 8: ???

Prince
Aeternus ll Mystic Forest
Effected Players: Slightly Ares, Vick

"Of course! Because your idea of death is different from mine!" Came Prince's reply before continuing on.

All the while, his body moved like water, dodging the lunging wolves as his swords danced against them, slicing them up with quick speed, slowly biting away at the health points of the beasts. It was hard though, having three of them charging at him like they were. It was hard enough biting down hp on one opponent, but he had three to deal with on his own.

Yet everyone was have their own issues, as battle roared across this battlefield. Still, Prince continued his focus on his opponents, sighing a bit in mild relief to see at least one wolf almost down for the count. One of the wolves though, was veering from him to lunge at the nearest supporters, Vick it seemed. Clicking his tongue, the Buccaneer used his quick legs to get their first, standing in the wolfs path and crossing his swords in a X guard.

His class weren't made for guarding however, and the powerful brunt of weight made it difficult to parry. The red haired man let out a soft pained hiss as screeching pain bolted along his shoulder as the beast clamped its fangs down onto it. Seventy five percent... The other two were coming and the buccaneer raised his arm and tossed a glowing rope at one.

"Ensare." he said, watching the rope tangle against a wolfs body and keep it firmly planted their, only constricting more at the beasts struggle.

Though another bite from the second wolf landed on his left arm. With a hiss, he slashed his left blade up against the wolf on his shoulder while swinging the right down another. "Serpent Strike.." he smirked as the wolves yelped at the smooth moving quick skill and let go of him.

"Lucky Dice." he whispered as his left hand held out a pair of dice before tossing them, hoping he was lucky today.

Thankfully, he was and his attack boosted up and with a smirk he put his swords together and in a lightning fast lunge, pierced one of the wolves in the chest. "Piercing Merlin." he said, ignoring the pain and the blood selling up in his bare shoulder and arm, streaming down his body.

The wolf howled before evaporating into nothing but data. Panting a little, he held his swords up as the other two wolves circled him before charging once more in attack. Once again, he dodged from their blows, swinging his blades at them as they passed him as he dodged.

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HP: 50%
SP: 60
Level 1
Inventory
HP potions: 10
Sp potions: 10
Wooden Harp: 1
Cinnamon Cookies: 5
Gold: 50

Enemies
Wolf1: 0%
Wolf2: 80%
Wolf3: 80%

Wandering Fool
Aeternus || Nexus
Sleepy Leaf Bridge
Affected Characters: Moon234, The Imagineer

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“Alls fair in war~ and love, as it happens.” The distraction of responding was long enough, and he felt the heat of the flames before he saw them. Instinctively, he tucked and rolled, Avoidance activating. It wasn’t fast enough however. Taken by surprise, when he had lunged into the roll his right leg had been caught in the flames, burning it badly and inflicting him with a BRN status. The status itself wasn’t his main concern though. Jeremy rolled and hissed through his teeth as the flames went out on his leg. So much damage... He growled. And slowly picked himself up, keeping weight off the burned leg. That mage just tried to kill me. Already the magician was chanting again, preparing what looked to be a lightning spell- a good strategy against basic mobs. Hit with a powerful spell that would damage and cause a damaging status, and then paralyze/finish them with a second. But he was a human. The mage pointed his wand as he was about to finish casting, and crackling electricity intensified around the wand point, gathering to- a black knife buried itself in the mages eye. Across from the mage stood a very, very angry man. He had activated Dead Eye in time to stop what could have been a death blow.

“Is this what you want?!” The mage was howling on the ground- the blow wasn’t as deadly as it could have been in real life, but the pain was real. Pain shot up his leg and Jeremy took damage just from turning, the burn creeping down his health. He faced in the direction of the white knight and brawler. “A battle to the death?” That mage had just tried to kill him. The Ranger in the back pulled back an arrow and aimed it at Jeremy’s chest. In response, he raised both hands, displaying two knives held in each hand, between his fingers. The ranger moved back a bit, using the Brawler and Knight as a shield. The two advanced, the robotic thing having retreated under their combined might.
They were trying to kill them too. That was it, everyone was trying to kill him. Jeremy snarled and then pulled his arm back. “Darkness Slayer.” His words came out as a whisper, but suddenly his arm snapped forward, and then back, and then forward, both arms. His hands seemed to blur and then for just a second, eight long black throwing knives could be seen in the air, almost like a lethal cloud of spinning death.

Knives fell among the clumped enemy players with little care of what or whom was hit. The White Knight took one in the arm, another scraped across his breastplate and then skittered a few feet across the ground with its momentum. The brawler was less fortunate, taking a knife in his thigh, one in his stomach, just one knife hit the Ranger, knocking the shot wild when it struck her shoulder. Another knife scythed past her face, and two others missed completely.

Jeremy took a deep breath as pain lanced up his leg again, burning away his health. Bound Blades activated almost as soon as the last knife halted, and they all disappeared with a small flash, vanishing from bodies, the ground, and even from players hands. He held up a newly returned knife, enraged, and above all, intent on killing before being killed.

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HP: 65% BRN
SP: 90
Level: 1
Inventory:
Gold: 20
Deck of Cards
Dice & Cup x 10
Bread x2
Flint & Steel
Whetstone
Canteen (Water)

Enemies
White Knight: 62% (Insomnia DoT) (Defense down)
Player 2: 100% (SLP)
Player 3: 100% (SLP)
Rogue: 60% (Insomnia DoT) (Terrify)
Mage: 75% (Insomnia DoT)
Brawler : 69% (Insomnia DoT) (Defense down)
Player 7: 100% (SLP)
Ranger: 83% (Insomnia DoT)

Prince
Aeternus ll Mystic Forest
Effected Players: Vick

Continuing to dance around the wolves, his attacks doing more deadly damage thanks to Lucky Dice and combined with his fast strikes, he was dwindling their health at a steady pace, going faster the more they tried to get closer. Although the tall man was slightly taken off guard as the boy known as Vick came to his side, bringing his own wolves.

At the question, Prince merely have a carefree grin, despite how his injuries were throbbing painfully and streaks of blood slithered down his arm and torso.

"Cause we are comrades, and we watch each others back. Plus your cute. Is there a better reason?" Prince laughed as he watched the wolves prowl around them.

This many opponents was honestly too much for a low level Buccaneer to handle with a support class type comrade. Any lesser skilled individual would be dead. Quite a good thing he actually did training in real life.. It wasn't dodging monsters, but it was better than nothing.

Vick seemed to fling himself to meet a wolf, using a skill that killed he wolf, but damaged him as well. At the scolding, the one eyed man merely smirked in return. "Well I could say there same for you. You should be closer around Sir Boss over there instead of me. And not doing similar reckless actions." The red haired man teased as he spun away from a wolf before using Serpent Strike on a wolf close to Vick. One sword slicing up against the jaw while the other went down against the ear and cheek.

The wolf howled before evaporating into strings of data. Though it seemed he used up his buff as he wore off and the ensnared wolf of his broke free. Well he had more to go on his own, before assisting the others. Excluding the two that were snarling at Vick. As his teal eye watched the three wolves, he noticed them circle them, surprising him with the use of a actual tactic. It was odd, it felt that this game was becoming more alive as they played but maybe that's just him.

With a click of his tongue, he took another risk by using his fast legs to leap away from the wolf closest to him while making a grab at Vick to rug him out of the way of the assault of two of his wolves, his swords making a slash towards their faces. Though one managed to reach a large paw out and claws raked his bare scarred chest, blood breaking through the tan skin and trickling down.

Hissing lightly and his breathing becoming heavier as pain electrified his body, the feeling of of weights bringing down his body. His vision was slightly shaking and the flashes of a red hue slightly clouded his vision, warning him of the danger he was in. Still he ignored it and he forced himself to stand straight as he dodged out of the way of another bite, his blades slashing the muzzle of one of the wolves.

"That all ya got fuzz ball?" he taunted with a smirk.

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HP: 25%
SP: 60
Status Effects: Attack Up
Level 1

Inventory
HP potions: 10
Sp potions: 10
Wooden Harp: 1
Cinnamon Cookies: 5
Gold: 50

Enemies
Wolf1: 0%
Wolf2: 0%
Wolf3: 40%

Ares
Aeternus || Mystic Forest
Affected Players: Prince - Vick

Two wolves remained, and had nearly charged into lance range. Ares stood straight, swaying Soul Eater with his right hand; a withdrawn, unpitying fire burning in the iris of his emerald eyes. He remained poised and astute.

Both wolves charged him at a menacing pace. The Dark Knight bolted forward, slid between the attacking beasts and, digging his lance into the ground, spun around. That brought him into an advantageous position – behind the enemy. With a powerful sweep, he launched another wave of dark energy – Dark Wave. The blow slashed at the wolves’ hinds, splashing dark sparks at the point of impact.

At that moment, a second wolf twisted into glowing strands of data before disappearing. Only one remained now. Within seconds, the third and final wolf was speeding at Ares once more. The lance-wielder remained controlled but wasn’t counting on the enemy’s special attack. The wolf lunged forward, activating its own ability – Crunch. A phantasmal jaw hammered down on Ares, provoking a cough with traces of blood. The wolf somersaulted, its snout snarled and ready to attack but Ares was ready this time. He caught the wolf by the face with his black-steel gauntlet, violently smashed the beast against the ground and impaled it with Soul Eater. He was running on the ecstasy of his adrenaline.

Off the corner of his eyes, Ares noticed two unusually low health bars – Prince and Vick. Still in the heat of the moment, his blood cool but flowing ably throughout his body, Ares bolted in their direction. He soared and, dual-wielding Soul Eater, rained hell on the enemy – Earth Breaker.

“No one dies tonight,” Ares said, “do not hesitate to use potions, you cannot afford to just as I cannot afford to be telling you this in the middle of battle. I’ll hold them off.” They should know better, he thought.

Breaking a couple SP vials between his teeth, Ares gulped the blue liquid to restore his Soul Points.

Without giving them a chance to reply, Ares charged the wolves. He swung Soul Eater as he bolted forward, lunging his great-lance diagonally in a vicious slash – Dark Wave. The attacking wolves smashed aggressively against the ground. Ares was evolving, he was starting to keep track of sequential movements and preparing responsively for attacks – he was a brilliant strategist that learned from his mistakes.

At that moment, a thundering howl erupted from the deeper end of the woods. In seconds, a hulking werewolf carrying a wrapped long-sword emerged from the trees. Ares took a long breath. He was the hardest hitter; he’d have to go in first. He bought them enough time.

“Berserker Thrust…” he whispered.

Dark purple, almost black, mist blazed from the great-lance. In a lightning bolt strike, Ares lunged forward and slammed into the enemy head-on. The merciless blow caught the towering werewolf on the right shoulder, managing to lightly penetrate. Ares struggled to remove his weapon from the creature’s flesh. The werewolf snarled before gripping Soul Eater with its colossal claws. It almost effortlessly pulled the weapon himself and smashed down a clinging Ares before hurling the weapon – Ares still holding tight – across the ground. This was his job; he had to remind himself as his cheek pressed against the cold of the dirt. He felt light vertigo as he struggled to get back on his own two.

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HP: 45%
SP: 60
Level: 1
Inventory
SP Potion x2
Gold x10

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Ares’ Enemies
Wolf Level: 1 HP: 00%
Wolf Level: 1 HP: 00%
Wolf Level: 2 HP: 00%

Vick’s Enemies
Wolf Level: 1 HP: 15%
Wolf Level: 2 HP: 25%

Mini Boss
Werewolf Level: 3 HP: 125%/150%

(I hope this is ok.)
Xenoko Feng
Aeternus || Nexus
Town Square

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Xenoko was walking through the town square of Nexus, the rain still hadn't stopped and in fact had gotten a little worse. But while most players were running for cover from the deluge, Xenoko casually strolled through the square as through the rain wasn't bothering him in the slightest. In truth, he felt the wetness of the rain, but even it couldn't dampen his spirits now. Sure they were stuck inside of a video game, and sure if they died here they died in real life. All that aside though, he was basically doing what he did every day, this was his job. Play video games and be really REALLY good at them, all he had to do now was do as he normally did and he should be fine.

He smiled as he dredged through the rain covered streets towards the brewery. He smiled as the building came into view, protecting cargo sounded like an easy enough task, who knows, maybe the cargo wouldn't even need protecting. He pushed open the large wooden door to find the cargo half loaded into a carriage. A young man walked up to him upon his entrance. "I presume you're here about the cargo?" the man said as he approached, sticking out his hand as he did. Xenoko bowed slightly as he was approached and shook the man's hand. "You presume correctly sir, I trust the cargo will be loaded soon?" he asked as his gaze shifted to the carriage. The man nodded and looked at the carriage "Oh yes, in fact it looks like they've just finished." He said before waving over the driver who walked up. "This will be your security." the man said as he gestured to Xenoko who smiled and bowed. The driver looked at Xenoko with a smile before gesturing to the carriage "better get on then, rain's not gonna stop for a while and we've got a ways to go into the Mystic Forest." He said.

That was a relief, at least it wasn't THAT far, how much could go wrong in the time it took to get through the Mystic Forest? He smiled as he leapt onto the top of the carriage. The driver got up and in a moment, they were off, out into the rain covered streets once again, Xenoko balancing atop the carriage as it trundled through the city, the sound of the horses hooves clattering against the cobblestone streets echoing against the wooden and stone structures that they passed. Although it seemed easy, Xenoko was on guard for anything that might happen. His eyes scanning the waterlogged streets as they cantered through the city and out into the wilderness.

As their carriage continued down the pathway Xenoko watched as the scenery changed from city streets to a slight open area and eventually into dense forestry. The ride seemed to go smoothly enough until he heard his expertly trained gamer's ears heard the unmistakable sounds of a battle. He could see in the distance several players fighting on what looked to be a bridge, he paused for a moment and then told the carriage driver to stop. "There's danger ahead, wait for me here until I come back to get you." he said as he jumped from atop the carriage and ran towards the sounds of fighting. As the group came into view, he could make out several of the players, most of whom seemed to be wounded in some way or other. It was then that their opponents came into view at which Xenoko sighed "What kind of shit storm...?" He thought for a moment and then, as he approached the group, he acted.

Xenoko's eyes narrowed and he jumped literally into the crowd of enemies counting on his ability to dodge to keep him safe from their attacks, adding in the element of surprise he should have the advantage here. Once he was well within their ranks, Xenoko unloaded his abilities on the enemies. "Flurry of blows, Elemental fist." Xenoko said as he activated the two abilities simultaneously. All he was trying to do now was deal as much damage as possible to these enemies, while trying to get them to prioritize himself instead of the already wounded players. It didn't matter who he hit, he just had to get some damage out there on these enemies or they wouldn't stand a chance no matter what they did.

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Status:
Hit Points: 100%/100%
Soul Points: 100/100
Level: 1
Status Effects: None

Inventory:
Health Potion: x6
Gold: x150