Recca perked up as she introduced herself, when she looked at him he spoke, "Recca," He turned and pointed at Styker and said, "This is my best friend Summonerus Maximus," Recca smiled at the name he had just came up with on the spot. He always found that humor was the best way to make friends. Recca listen to her as she talked and when he was asked if he agreed, "I do, I was just speaking with some friends before I came here, just some people i use to party up with from now and again. But I did say to myself on my way here that I should join a guild. Since we are stuck here for who knows how long, it would be a good idea to have safety of numbers. So miss Chiharu I do agree with you fully."

Just as he finished talking a random player was running threw the town, "Trouble! Trouble outside the gates!" Recca looked over as he busted threw the door. "Trouble, There is a group of High level player camping outside the gates killing low-be players and taking their stuff!" Recca looked on, he remembered that if you are PK'ed you don't lose anything. "What are players losing if they fall?"

"Some reported of losing 10% of their gold and they also lost some exp! Some have reported dropping crafting and random material and items!" Recca looked around and people were starting to talk, "Well this is bad, if people start being scared to go out and hunt they will stay the same level and won't progress in the game. And if this is not just a game anymore like miss Chiharu said, then the very well being of this city could be in danger."

Styker just sighed at the sight of the player rushing in. "Bloody freaking heck. I'm never getting a seat in a shady corner again. I'm eating outside next time." He grumbled, before pulling out a deck of cards, his preferred from of summoning his Ironclads. Flipping through a couple cards, he decided on a ready hand of five and began charging them with MP. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but his instincts seemed to be guiding him along with his magic, so he rolled with it.

"Well, lets go be big damn heroes then." Commented Tanner as he stood up. "I got to do some long-term hunting on the outside to do myself, so I'd have to go through those guys anyway. I still not sure whether I'll stay with your guild, but for the moment I'll tag along and see if we can't do some good together. A summoner can't operate alone, even if I got this big metal bodyguard." He gave the ironclad a rap on the chest, before also fishing for a small purse of coins to give to the waitress for the meal and any disruption from the Ironclad.

Erebus downed the rest of his drink and leapt to his feet
"PK'ers, you say?"
The swashbuckler purred, instinctively feeling for his rapiers. He didn't make it well known, but most traits of the character Erebus were modelled after his own hobbies in real life, he had spent plenty of time practicing freeform swordfighting before moving to japan(having once frequented LARP events in character with his friends from the american server) so he should have a slight edge in combat this early after they had arrived.
"Before we head out to deal with these Baka-Teme's, I'm going to distribute some potions I have on hand"
With that, he pulled out a selection of poultices, balms, and ointments.
"For Recca-san, I have some blood-bane poison. Apply it to the tip of your weapon, it paralyzes and stunts healing for up to an hour."
He said, passing a bamboo tin to the assassin
"Let me see.. ragnar-san can have these immunity supplements, they should buffer against status effects for 3 minutes each. Non-stacking"
With this, he passed a pouch of small tablets
"Dissolve them under your tongue."
Offering a narrow wooden tube to stryker he continued
"silver blood incense, continuosly heals summons for 30 minutes, you should have ten of them."
Finally, he turned to Chiharu
"Chiharu-taichou, you will be our support and field monitor, since you are only mid level, k want you to use these to help manage our HP and MP"
With that, he handed her a sliding sided wooden box from his magic bag, this labelled 'support kit' he opened it to reveal numerous compartments containing various medicines and remedies each clearly labelled with name, purpose, and duration, plus a hand full of sigils, also labelled
"Be care full, these are expensive, you need high level components from an alchemist, an herbalist, a sigil maker, an apothecary, and a woodcarver to make them Plus a scribe to make it transferable."

As Chiharu opened up with the recruitment campaign, Ragnar took stock of the two that Erebus had coopted, by way of barging into their conversation no less. You had to admire the cat's balls. While he wasn't an expert on high level kit, Ragnar recognised quality when he saw it; both players had good equipment and most likely, correspondingly high levels. It didn't bode well for the Lotus Warrior's sense of balance that the average strength of it's perspective members was so high, but on the other hand bigger muscles meant better security. It occurred to Ragnar that his thinking was a bit utilitarian, but he considered himself a practical man at the end of the day. Under the circumstances, he was sure that they would have understood his pragmatism.

Recca, the assassin, took to the speech with remarkable, one might say reckless, speed. Ragnar would have thought that a veteran player would have more questions as to the group's combat formation and tactics, especially given that their only tank was at level 34. Still, perhaps he was the genuine article, with goals in line with those of the guild; while Ragnar was naturally suspicious of everyone, he had to allow for there being a handful of decent people about, rare though they were. The summoner's reaction was more in line with what he had expected; mild scepticism and a healthy dose of caution; he felt as though he could understand Styker and trusted him for it somewhat.

And of course with typical timing, their little chat was interrupted by news of a PK camp outside the city. Not unexpected, considering the level of bastardry commonly found among the players of Elder Tale, but definitely a problem in need of solving. But as the others sprung into action and Erebus began flinging out drugs willy-nilly, Ragnar couldn't help but point out the main flaw in taking the outlaws on. '... I don't mean to put a dampener on your enthusiasm guys, but we have two, possibly three levelcaps, all DPS, and two low to mid levels. We have no PvP tank or healer. If there's any more than three PK'ers out there DPSing, we're going to get massacred.' He stood awkwardly, casting around the bar for any other levelcapped players. 'Don't get me wrong, I want to help too. But if we're going to have any real chance of doing this, we'll need a few more bodies.'

"I can tank and buff." Retorted Styker, holding up a batch of cards with pictures of golem on them. "Armored Chassis, Heavy Ironclad Knight, field repair and guard stance buffs. My golems can tank the hits. And if this respawning thing is true, then it means we can just keep hitting and hitting the PVP'ers until they grow bored or leave to find easier pickings. Callous, but evidently death has little meaning to us here."

He was a little shocked by what he was saying, but he felt it had to be said. It was like Eve Online and the capsuleers, and the real implications of deathless immortal beings on a world. If the line between the game and reality was blurred here, such concepts had to be accepted. Maybe he'd write a paper on it here if he had nothing else to do.

"The big thing is, we need to act before they get complacent and set in their place." Styker finished before pocketing the remainder of the meal in his inventory and shifting around through the rest of his assorted decks for a ideal PVP loadout of ironclads and valkyries. All the while, glancing about at the Landers in the tavern. He wasn't certain what to make of the bar waitress's staring at him. Where his lion- ears making him stand out that much amongst the werecats? Or something else if these former NPC's were coming to life.

"But death does have a meaning here." Recca said. "It's true we can respawn over and over again, some of us Vet are use to it but for the new players this can become a burden. They will develop a fear of leaving the zone to go out and play, hunt and gather resources to survive in this game. We still get hungry here. And if they are unable to leave they will have no way to survive in this world." He said looking at Styker, "I am not saying all PVP is but when you do it to newbie and stop them from playing and having fun in the game this it is just wrong. Like you said if they get set in their ways this can become a huge problem not just for us but for the entire town. Just thing out over flown this place would be if no one ever left."

Recca stood up and walked outside and to his surprise he seen Shiroe with Naotsugu and Akatsuki heading towards the front gates. Was he going to take on the PvP'ers alone?

"Its a trap," Recca looked to see who said it, "I just respawned, the one in front are just a diversion. The real ones are hiding in the woods waiting for anyone to come out to fight the smaller group, once you engage they all swarm on you. Their game is to lure us higher level players out and take our loot. Recca smiled, "Then the real threat is in the woods," Recca like it, it would allow him to use his stealth to hit them hard from behind. "It seem like we won't be needing a tank. Nao is good enough we just need to hit them hard in the woods."

While he could concede the point that Styker's pets would be good tanks, Ragnar was sure that players would just walk around them; Summoners were DPS by nature and their pets didn't have great threat producing abilities. Besides, he wasn't about to trust random hearsay about their ability to respawn and he didn't want to test it out either. Recca brought up a good point there and Ragnar found himself nodding along; he couldn't shake the feeling that he came across as the coward in the group, but he could accept that so long as it ensured a healthy dose of caution go into the group's plan. 'Well you guys are the levelcaps here; if you think we can do it then fine. Just bear in mind that their party will probably be better balanced than ours.'

He followed Recca outside, glancing over his shoulder to check that his guildmates were doing the same; Chiharu had kept silent, probably wondering how much use she would be, even with Erebus' medkit. Ragnar himself felt the same way... his DPS was less than a third of a levelcapped player's and his HP even lower; one good hit and he would be in the Cathedral. When he turned his attention back to the Assassin, he realised that Recca had found a few friends, also levelcapped. Ragnar wasn't one for in-game celebrities, so he didn't know any of the three before him but they looked like they could handle themselves. Besides, safety in numbers. 'So ambush burst DPSing in the woods, eh? I can deal with that.'

"Woods. I got Ironclads to handle that too I think." Said Styker, shuffling through his decks to find some rough-terrain golems he could bring to bear. "But we better hit them sooner rather than later. We can't let this trend keep up for long, or more people will imitate them. Plus, we seem to be making a bit of a scene now."

Pointing out some of the Landers congregating around the bar whispering amongst themselves, Styker then got up, passed a purse of coin to the waitress to pay for the meal and disruption from his ironclad, and barked an order for the ironclad to walk outside. "So where to first? I'm thinking I ought to play being a distraction at the frontgate while the rest of you hit them in the forest. My pets are expendable, and can cover any low-levels needing to get back in well-enough."