Assallya

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

*grins* I can't wait to raise a player's corpse as a zombie. That has got to cause some serious ethical questions.

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

*grins *

My first MMO was text based. We didn't have no stinking graphics!

It's also where the word pwned comes from. One of the key tags for a prop item was ownership. If something was p-owned it belonged to a player and could not be deleted except by an admin.

If you beat sometime in game very badly you figuratively p-owned them, or as we wrote it back then "pwned". You didn't actually apply the data to his character or anything. It was the mmorpg equivalent of saying, "I made him my bitch"

Honestly though specific nomenclature isn't really that important. The concepts are. We used to call tanks "bricks" for example.

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

also, utility --> tinkers right? if not im cooking...just need a potion brewer and a smithy person

@cloudystar

From what I understand is that a Tinker is something more of an "origin" than a class. You could have tinker fighter with a clockwork swordstaff and spring boots as easily as a magician that summons clockwork automatons to fight for him.

A utility person is someone with little combative ability and instead crafts things for his or her team.

The general MMORPG roles I know are:

• Tank: Walking block of hit points and defenses that occupies opponents and defends allies
• Strikers: Low Defense but high damage
• Healers: Pretty Obvious here, usually also has counter spells for petrification, disease, burning and other ongoing effects
• Buffer/Debuffer: Buffers boost the part in some way. Debuffers, which are less common, use their abilities against enemies. Buffers are more common because sometimes enemies are immune or resistant to debuffs. You allies, however, always accept your buffs making your abilities 100% effective.
• Controllers: By erecting walls, slowing opponents and otherwise affecting the overall battlefield these characters, usually mages, can bottleneck the enemy allowing the group to deal with smaller numbers and prevent them from getting overwhelmed
• Utility: Crafters and Brewers. They make items for others to use.

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

Pshaw. You don't need a "Utility" character in a group. If your group needs a Utility task done you simply gank some poor person and force him or her to forge, brew or whatever you need under pain of death. It is your entire group against the poor sod after all. He or she must acquiesce!

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

Tanks yes, strikers yes, healers yes, but virtually no controllers.

Aether Online - A VMMORPG RP inspired by Log Horizon, SAO, and Overlord

Username: Ashen
IRL Name: Sarah
Age: 37
Sex: Female
Theme: I want to Kill You (By Darling Violetta)

Background: Sarah is a bitter, tired cubicle worker for a software company that spends her days doing nothing but poring over code seeking out small imperfections that inhibit programs from reaching their maximum efficiency. It is a tasking job. It is a boring job. It also is very sedentary which has led to her becoming a bit chubby. All in all, she is quite unsatisfied and will take any opportunity for an escapist fantasy that presents itself.

Writing Sample:
Ashen slipped across the killing field, past the muted gray corpses that littered it and recouped some of her limited health by reaching out and touching the corpses. From afar it would seem as if offering some form of last rites but no, she was siphoning that last of their life forces as the spun away into nothing. Already the corpses out of the corner of her eye were deresolving.

This was the part she hated, the low level grind. Fighting through hordes of chipmunks, rabbits and enduring the small tutorials. How she hated all of it. Mind you, she loved gaming. More precisely she loved the politics and the factions, the role playing aspect of the game. What was the point in defeating some meaningless computer construct? Did they feel pain, or get upset? No, she would much rather kill players or be killed by them in turn. At least then something happened, there was pain and pathos. One could reach out and exert their power over another.

Packing up, peering at the pathetic loot that had been dropped by the hapless constructs she considered the poor bastard she had murdered earlier. The poor bastard was only half her level, which wasn't saying much given she'd just started herself and she used him to tank for him through much of this boring crap before she kissed him to thank him for his help. He didn't even notice his hit points dropping until it was far too late and now she had all of his starting money. His items, well, they were useless so she left them where they lay so that he could recover them but that was only because they had no resale value.

The other reason she had that boy to tank was that she was horrible at combat. She fumbled at using swords and took several tries simply to nock arrows. That's why she had her skeletons, to handle all that mediocrity and so she could focus more appropriately on the movement of her pieces on the grand chess board. It was also why she liked being with other, like minded, people who also liked the politics, that liked the idea of ruling the game and not just being good at killing random monsters ad nauseum.

That was when the "Dark Lord" appeared. The pompous fool yammered on but thankfully his words were short but his claims. She checked her ability to log out and found it to be true. She had no idea what that meant. She didn't believe it to be true. It was probably just some stupid glitch and that idiot took advantage to incur fear. She had to admire that. If he could take credit for the hack then he was likely going to make everyone wonder what else he could do, what else could he hack?

Then ther was the other question. If he wasn't lying. Things would be bad. She still thought it was a quick and dirty hack but what if it wasn't? What happened if someone died now? Did they respawn back at the local temples? She was going to have find that out and for that she needed a victim.

Class: Novice
Level: 3

Stats:
HP - Calculated after acceptance.
MP - Calculated after acceptance.

Skills/Spells:

• Summon Skeletons: Summons a small number of weak skeletons to fight on the user's behalf
• Steal Life: With a touch this active skill steals a small amount of health from an opponent. It can also be used on a dead corpse but only once.
• Wall of Bones: Stout bones erupt from the earth and divide a battlefield making for smaller groups for a group to deal with. They can be broken down but doing so takes time.

Inventory:
Rusted Dagger
Tattered Robes
Health Potion [3]
Gold and Amethyst Circlet
Gold bracelets
Gold Anklets
Silver armlet

Storage:
21 gemstones

Fortune or Fate?

Sorry about my short absence. Thursday is a sixteen hour day. I go home, sleep for four hours and go back to work. Thus Thursdays and Fridays are tough for me to get a post in.

Fortune or Fate?

This was the part the elf girl despised, trying to determine the best identity to assume. How much had this bandaged man or the knight, or the goblin over the rise see? Why would a naked elven woman be running about in the woods, especially this deep into the wilderness? These questions quickly whittled away at the sheer variety of possible explanations and very quickly she realized that she may have to divulge the fact that there was unimaginable riches just beyond.

"Thank you," she stated simply, buying herself more time to manage the thoughts flying through her head, "the goblin came out of nowhere."

Obviously she was going to have to go for her possessions and there was a good chance they would find her pouches and see her notebook. No, there simply wasn't any real opportunity to tell much in the way of falsehoods. With luck they wouldn't torture her for what she knew and kill her outright.

The only thing that she could be certain of was maintaining a submissive, fearful attitude could well put them off their guard when she needed it so she adopted it. Today she was a scared little apprentice wizard, far from home, searching for a magician's trove of hidden knowledge. That was close enough to the truth that it almost wasn't a lie.

"I'm sorry," she added, "My clothes are just on the other side of the path... May I please get them?"

Fortune or Fate?

Since it has been two weeks since maylilly has been online I see no problem with arranging some excuse to extricate yourself from the situation.

Fortune or Fate?

The sprawled elven maid wasn't truly injured beyond a nasty bruise. It was nothing a good shake couldn't accomplish. As a result, when the elf in his wrappings laid his hand upon her the result wasn't pestilent boils or cracked oozing flesh. It wasn't much more than a minor rash.

Eyes fluttering slowly open, the girl peered up through the forest canopy, at the dim light filtering down through the outspread leaves. Then she recoiled, one knee rising as she braced and she lifted one shoulder as she almost rose. Kneeling above her was a man in rags. She couldn't discern his lineage, or even gender to be certain. From her perspective, he could be anything from an orc slaver to a vile lich. Her blue eyes opened wide and she shuffled back but a single hand's span before freezing like a rabbit before a stooping hawk.

"What?" she questioned, "Who are you?"