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The Promise of Adventure & Family --- [CLOSED]

May

Stats

HP: 459/500
MP: 200
-Strength: 20, Rank: I
-Endurance: 25, Rank: I
-Dexterity: 10, Rank: I
-Agility: 15, Rank: I
-Magic: 20, Rank: I

The shield plan worked to some degree - at the very least, she felt better than having to take on three goblins alone. The dagger easily managed to pierce the goblins flesh, and the three goblins quickly collapsed into dust into the stone floor under May's feet. Immediately, May's eyes lit up as she bent over, picking up each individual stone and placing it into the small bag on her hip. The stone that came from the dark goblin was slightly larger than the others, but all of the stones were very small - all seven of them could easily fit into the palm of her hand, with room to spare. May quickly secured the bag, making sure that there were no holes - cut purses always told her to watch out and make sure her coin purse didn't have any large holes, as that meant she was robbed. She wasn't worried about having been robbed in the dungeon, especially since she hadn't been near anybody - by now, it was just a habit that she didn't feel the need to shake.

The distance sounds of rattling bones immediately caused May to turn, raising her dagger as she did so. At a fair distance away, she could see two figures - One was the bunny girl that was a member of her familia, and the other was a skeleton creature. May immediately froze somewhat - she knew nothing about most of the monsters in the dungeon, and the only skeleton she ever saw was when she found a half decomposed body in a dumpster. It couldn't be too dangerous, considering it lacked muscle, but May's instincts told her to be careful - and while she didn't like to ask for help, she knew that it'd be easiest to party up if she offered help when the other girl needed it.

Walking over to the girl, May kept her weapon drawn, prepared to help out or leave if asked.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Luke boiled as the rabbit responded, and the quick shift in appearance was only slightly jarring. More so, the way that the creature spoke was what pissed Luke off - Ask for help, than immediately treat the people you're asking like babies? To be fair, Luke didn't treat him with much respect - but then again, he sure as hell didn't feel that the kidnapper deserved much respect. Thinking on it, Luke quickly realized that it was an insult - the rabbit was mocking them for wanting a warning before they were kidnapped into a nightmare world where death was a very real possibility.

"I woulda liked you a hell of a lot more if you asked that before you dragged us here."

Luke kept his hand down as the Rabbit continued, this time speaking to the group as a whole rather than beratting Luke and the trench coat guy. Even with all this explained to him and the clear detail, the logical part of Luke's brain screamed at him that this was just a dream - that he didn't witness a murder, and that everything would be all right.

When the rabbit began to talk about strength, Luke grew intrested once more - apparently, against these strange creatures, Luke was just as weak as anyone else. That he didn't buy for a god damn second. The rat was trying to save his hide, no doubt about that... Then again, he also had a gun that caused people to become children, and has shown to shapeshift. Luke just prayed that the shit happeneing here didn't go any crazier.

The introduction of the small watches also caused Luke to doubt the seriousness present in anything happening - a pocket watch wouldn't be an appropriate weapon even in the realworld, so how would it protect against monsters? And the rabbit seemed to have a really strange obsession with psychology - Luke knew about Jung and Freud, but would get a B at best in high school psychology. As Luke thought of this, the rabbit leaped, pushing the trenchcoat kid out of the way a sanother child - one that Luke remembered being fairly bossy as they were running away earlier - was almost instantly consumed as darkness radiated from him.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Luke screamed in a combination of fear and frustration. The rabbit, now in a more feminine form, explained what occurred - and as they did, Luke learned another thing he hated about the creature. It was so... cold. If this was real, this... thing, was responsible for the deaths of two people, and kidnapping several others. And it didn't display the slightest bit of remorse, or even sadness at the events unfolding. This made Luke bubble over in anger.

"Two! Two people have died here already! This is fucking unbelievable!"

Luke smashed his fist on the bench, the impact loud and vibrating, yet lost in the cacophony of voices and reactions to what was occurring. There were many moments in Luke's life where he felt true impotence and stability, but he never grew accustomed to it - this was one of those times. Even if they were strangers, those were human beings - one of them even sacrificed himself, even if he didn't know that he would die. Lives, snuffed out for no reason at all.

Luke nearly felt like crying - death happened all the time, and those people were strangers, but he was next to those people. He was within a dozen or two feet when the bossy kid died. His skin paled and his hands grew clammy - only ceasing when the Hatter placed the two objects in his hand. Following his instructions numbly, Luke easily crushed the marble-like orb in his hand - and in it's place, a heavy metal axe filled his grip. The weapon felt far more reliable than the damn watch did - at the very least, it was very comfortable to hold in his hands. A cursory glance revealed that the axe head had the roman numeral for 7 engraved on the side. An odd design choice, but he couldn't care less at this point. Luke spoke in a low voice, to the point where you would have to strain to hear him - or, at least humans would have to strain to hear him.

"If there weren't children involved in this, I would have left before the damn lecture - I'd be less pissed off..."

He then rose silently, his Axe gently sliding along the ground, before making his way to the rabbit hole and climbing in.

The Promise of Adventure & Family --- [CLOSED]

May

Stats

HP: 500
MP: 200
-Strength: 20, Rank: I
-Endurance: 25, Rank: I
-Dexterity: 10, Rank: I
-Agility: 15, Rank: I
-Magic: 20, Rank: I

May silently dispatched the first goblin with ease, the old dagger slicing his throat cleanly - while managing to dodge it's simple blow. The other managed to hit her forearm, but May had made that purposeful - she had blocked the goblin's attack and would at most only bruise. The second goblin, meanwhile, was swiftly dispatched with another slash to the gut. Turning tail and running, May successfully avoided the three goblins who attempted to surround her. After a brief sprint, she turned once more, and faced off the remaining trio, realizing the value of a longer ranged weapon. Then again, she wondered how long it would take her to properly use a bow, or how much a useful crossbow would set her back money-wise.

Dismissing this thought quickly, she returned to her three targets, turning and running towards the one that had chased after her first. It ran in front of the other two, and she attempted to grab it - specifically, she tried to choke hold the goblin. Given their small size and relative pathetic strength, she didn't expect too much resistance - and it would also give her a shield. Should she succeed and actually manage to restrain the goblin, she would move towards the other goblins and use the restrained as a shield, while stabbing at the goblins with her dagger.

Mana-Script Academy: Alteration

Henry

Interactions: @TheHangedMan

Having finally arrived, Henry's swarm was able to avoid the small crowd attemptign to exit by simply out one of the open windows - allowing him to be one of the first people out. Before him, in a relatively desolate landscape, stood the school - a castle. Henry had seen many of these structures in fictional works, but it was his first time being in front of such an archaic structure. The man who had driven them to the location welcomed them, throwing open the large doors with an extravegant gensture.

He, along with several of the students, recoiled slightly from the intense light. Henry, however, did not react in the slightest. Wasps generally are unresponsive towards bright light, and he wasn't very disoreintated when the woman had finally turned the light off. After being introduced and debriefed on the way things would be done at this school, the students were told their rooms, and Henry quickly made his way there - or, 25% of his body made his way there. 750 of the other Wasps made their way to the nearby forest. While there was mostly only dead wood, that was perfect for the construction of the nests that Henry needed in order to survive.

Finally making it to his room, Henry entered to see that Gabriel had already arrived, and had time to situate her luggage. Henry did not greet her at first, instead quickly claiming a drawer on the opposite side of the room, swarming over the nightstand and placing his luggage on the top. Despite his best efforts, it was impossible to pull open with his limited number - causing him to greet the woman for the first time since he entered the room.

"Assistance needed. Open drawer, please."

Several seconds passed before he added to what he had said.

"Happy to share room with you. This my drawer - you take room."

He was nowere near as eloquent as he would like, but talking was very difficult. He needed only a small amount of space, and the Nightstand was large for what it was - almost a dresser, really. He would easily be able to store at least 5 nests in it, with plenty of space to spare for his belongings, food, and water.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 3000/3000
Mana: 1300/1300

Stats

Strength: 15
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 4

Skills

Sword Wielding: Lv.20

Passive Abilities:
Inspiring Presence: Whenever user takes damage, they have a small chance to either recover 100HP or have target nearby friendly gain 50HP.
Vengeful Smite: User has a low chance to deal magic damage to target that has managed to deal melee damage against user.
Fortress of Wood: User gains a small, permanent, irremovable damage reduction. Works for all kinds of damages.

Equipment

Shield [Round] (Equipped)
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Longsword [Uncommon] (Equipped)
Rosary of Courage (Equipped)

Interactions: None

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Day 7

Quickly, Theo realized the error of what he had done - there was no reason to test his abilities on other players. Especially considering he would have to go get healing anyways - it was simply a waste of time and energy. He would test his skills later - for now, he simply needed to relax. Spending time on his own would let him wind down - relax and cool down after everything that had happened. He could grind later - preferably when he gets access to some form of cheap healing. Quickly Theo rose from his seat, and made his away from the group he was spying on - he didn't need to fight anyone.

Not in a game where people are constantly fighting everything. He needed time to let loose.

By Noon, Theo had made his way back to the Inn, and upon arriving, greeted Julia and Hans cheerfully. The pair had grown on Theo considerably - even if they were apparently just a string of code. Making it into his room, He began to swing his sword through the air several times - before he shook his head. He couldn't go all out, especially since he was trying to avoid breaking anything. Groaning, Theo realized his mistake - there were plenty of training dummies all the wy back at the arena. Groaning, he began the arduous journey back - he stopped halfway there, however. He was groaning for some petty inconvienence, when the chance of death was incredibly real - to the point where it nearly outweighed his survival chance. It caused him to grin somewhat - Dirk probably would have laughed at the thought, before exclaiming that the chances of death were "Less than 0%!"

Dirk was a rock. A grounding rock, that could bear the weight of the entire party. He needed to e - and that's what made him strong. Theo, on the other hand, could barely stand the weight of even a single human life.

The dummy had little resistance, but no matter the force that Theo poured into his blows, it refused to topple. It must have been one of the enemies that most MMO's had for new players - a passive enemy with ridiculous health, solely there for players to hack away at. Theo slashed into the dummy until the sun had long since set, and it wasn't until 11 PM when he finally ate and laid down to sleep.

He was a rock. Supporting, sturdy, and strong.

Day 8 - Just the same as all the others had been. Theo repeated the same ritual - paying for his room for that night, Taking a shower, and eating the same meal that he had eaten every single morning and night before. This time, however, he was busy - he immediately returned to the arena, and wailed on the same Dummy he had the night prior. He had learned the best way to train without wasting the precious few Renn he had to his name - Wailing on the dummies with normal attacks all day was tedious for most, but Theo had the perfect motivation. If his sword skill was high, he would at least be able to grind alone somewhat quickly - as it stood, every mob he faced at the moment would be a war of attrition, and that would be far too draining on his health when he was already relatively poor. The thought of getting a somewhat practical crafting skill crossed his mind - perhaps once he had risen his acting to an appropriate point.

Heh, appropriate. Theo was almost positive he was the only player in the entire game that had risen his acting this high already. Still, it was the best for his needs. His mother would probably have a stroke if she knew that her son was the best actor in the death game that he was trapped in. Whether it would be pride, shock, or despair that her son was "wasting" his skill points, Theo had no idea of knowing.

Hours passed and, by the time his arms were aching more than ever before, the sun had set once again. Theo was a very avid fitness nut when he was in the real world, if only as a way to relieve stress - and even then, he had never felt more pain in his arms than ever before. Still, it was worth it - if simply training raised his skill levels, theoretically, beating the game would be incredibly easy. It would obviously take a long time, but training and grinding on weak enemies would allow a party to easily steamroll dungeons-

What the hell was Theo thinking? That's not what Dirk would do - Dirk trains extremely hard, but he never spends an extended period of time on it when he could be doing incredibly dangerous activities. Dirk was a man of adventure and power, not someone who walked the balancing line of life. Theo would report for a quest the next day - for now, at 9 PM, he simply needed a warm meal, and a nice place to sleep. Maybe he would spend the day with Julia on the festival? Day 8 quickly closed, Theo making plans in his mind of ways to make the most of his little bit of free time he had remaining.

The Promise of Adventure & Family --- [CLOSED]

The goblin quickly screamed in pain as the knife slashed it's eyes in half, and May did her best to ignore the kick she delivered to the Goblin's groin. She had delivered similar blows before, but always hated doing so - but she could never deny it's effectiveness. The goblin quickly faded to nothingness, the contents rapidly degrading and seeping into the floor of the dungeon - all that was left was a single gem.

This gem was what would earn May her meal ticket - she knew that these were what she exchanged for Valis. She was tempted to reach and grab for the stone, when five more goblins running towards her reminded May of the presence of more Goblins. These ones were far shrimpier though - she could easily take individuals out, and with careful kiting, she could finish them all off. Rushing towards them, Mya repeated her previous strategy - slashing the eyes of the first two goblins, doing her best to dodge or block their clubs. Immediately after, she would run away a short distance - so far, grinding would go without a hitch.

The Promise of Adventure & Family --- [CLOSED]

May

Stats

HP: 500
MP: 200
-Strength: 20, Rank: I
-Endurance: 25, Rank: I
-Dexterity: 10, Rank: I
-Agility: 15, Rank: I
-Magic: 20, Rank: I

The path she chose was luckily abandoned - at the very least, the fact that the only sound that met May's ears were her own footsteps was reassuring her of this fact. Finally, after what felt like nearly a minute of swift walking, May encountered the first monster she had ever seen - A dark green creature standing at roughly 4 and a half feet tall. The creature had a simple stone club in it's hand, and with a very high pitched screech, it came running straight for May. Out of the corner of her eye, May noticed the bright red lights of eyes piercing through the darkness that extended beyond the monster.

May quickly looked at her options - It really wouldn't be too big a problem to kill the goblin. She had never killed a person before, but she had hurt several people in self defense, and she had killed several dogs that had attacked her one time. The guys at the Barrel's Edge always said that the weakest point of any thing were the eyes, the throat, and the groin. The eyes were almost certainly other goblins - so she had to take be extremely careful when taking them out. Rushing forwards, May attempted to use her free hand to knock the club out of the Goblin's grip - meanwhile slashing across his eyes with her dagger. She then attempted a swift kick in the groin, before turning tail and running the other direction.

Even if she got hurt knocking the club away, she could always heal herself while running. And a blind Goblin would be far easier to take out - she would simply repeat this tactic with each goblin, and then take them all out when they were debilitated. Worst comes to worst, she could probably run all the way to the exit and escape with a little mana to spare, and try again another day.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Contest of the Month - April

A group walks into a murky, abandoned dungeon - A paladin, Mage, and a swordsman. The promise of loot and treasure of obscene amounts were circulating the nearby taverns, and the party had come to see if they could scavenge for some. After several floors of eery silence, they finally arrived at the lowest floor - and to their surprise, the rumors were true! Gold and mithril coins were stacked into a massive pile along the corner of the room, taking up nearly an entire corner of the room. The mage and paladin jumped for joy, as the swordsman ran forwards and grabbed a fallen golden coin, examining it's authenticity. He yelled out in joy. "They're real guys! We'll never go hungry agai-" Immediately, a black fist nearly as large as the swordsman himself smashed into him, and he quickly flew across the room and into a wall. A massive monstrosity, seemingly alerted to the party for no apparent reason. The paladin and Mage were in shock, and after a few more seconds, the swordsman was nearly dead. The Mage had just enough time to heal the man, before the Monolith of black rock crashed down on her back, crushing her beneath more than a ton of the stone.The Paladin successfully grabbed aggro, and the Glowing red eye of the creature turned to the woman in her giant armor. The Paladin was able to last the longest against the monster, but even her impenetrable defense was unable to save her - she only lasted for about ten minutes before the beast finally crushed her skull. The swordsman, barely alive, had dragged himself out to the previous floor. He snickered, 25 mithril coins in his hands. with this, he'd never have to go in a dungeon again - he would bu a home, start a business, and practice a skill until someone beats the game. The swordsman stopped - a room, illuminated by a single candle, showed the shadow of a man. An older, grayed man bearing robes and counting coins in the light. The swordsman hobbled faster, eager to ask for help. Before he could, however, the old man opened their menu, tapped a few buttons, and the floor underneath him quickly began to rise, smashing him against the ceiling. The old man picked up the coins that the thieves attempted to steal, snickering as he did so.

The Miser



Misers are a class that is similar to a trainer and mage, but possesses special mechanics that differentiate them. A miser grows more powerful as their number of possessions increases, gaining strength through their greed. This is measured through Renn - As the amount of Renn a Miser owns increases, they rapidly gain access to more powerful abilities. The main boons of the Miser are their ability to construct bases and traps, their access to special features locked to other players, and their Golems. A Miser without access to Renn is essentially a sitting duck.

While player owned buildings like shops and guild houses are possible, Misers are able to construct buildings virtually anywhere - A flying castle? Easy. An underground dungeon? Child's play. A mansion on a giant turtle's back? If you can get the turtle to agree, no problem. Of course, the more extravagant the building and exotic the locale, the more Renn the building will cost to construct. So, while constructing a flying castle may seem fun, the miser must consider if the sacrifice of millions of Renn is worth flying over one's opponent. Along with this, Misers are also able to construct traps - while simple bear traps and pitfalls could be made nearly anywhere, complex ones like arrow launchers and rising platforms may only be built in a building that the Miser had constructed. A Misers traps will always be of poorer quality than that of a similarly leveled Tinker. And, similar to the buildings, a traps price is directly related to the complexity.

Misers start out play just like every other player - it is only after gaining a certain amount of Renn that they are able to purchase special features and options that are unavailable to other players. Don't kid yourself - their isn't enough Renn in the damn game to afford an exit button. But other options are available - the cheapest are mostly aesthetic or simple convenience. Adjusting the volume of sounds that you perceive, light levels, and many small UI changes that other players lack. With more Renn, options become more practical - Auction houses that allow Misers to trade items over large distances and many floors apart instantly, adjusting the misers pain level within a certain degree, and even causing NPC's to spawn in certain areas - essentially allowing the wealthiest of Misers to create their own Towns and dungeons. Of course, for something comparable to a natural town or dungeon, a Miser would require Renn measuring in the hundreds of Millions, if not more - unlikely for even the wealthiest of players.

The final cornerstone of the Miser is their Golem - this is how a Miser will primarily defend themselves. Misers are nowhere near as competent as mages in terms of magic, so they possess Golems of varying designs and power in order to defend themselves. While initially starting out a s nothing more than a rock-like creature standing at about half a person's height, the Golem can be upgraded by the Miser through spending Renn. Similar to a Mechanic's creation, Golems can be specialized in many ways - from a physical tank, a magical glass cannon, and even an intelligent companion, Golems can fill roles normally reserved for players in a party. Like all of the Misers abilities, upgrading a Golem grows exponentially more expensive as the Miser pours more and more Renn into their Protector. While large and physically tanky Golems are the most popular, small and more scout-like Golems are not uncommon, especially considering most Misers prefer to avoid combat. Should their Golems be destroyed, the Miser must spend half of the Renn they own in order to rebuild it - Not much compared to the Renn most high level players spend on building their Golem into machines of murder.

While the Miser is strong, they possess several weaknesses that severely limit them - the most detrimental being their carrying capacity. While all players are able to access an inventory with relatively infinite space, a Miser may only hold 100 pounds of equipment in their inventory at one time - including their Renn. This, when combined with the obscene amount of Renn needed for many abilities, causes the Miser to resort to creating a hoard of Renn in a safe location - this is because any player is able to steal from a Miser's hoard. Many Misers don't find interest in the base and trap construction included in their class, but must use it in order to defend their hoard of Renn and items. Banks will not hold a Misers Renn and money - leading to the difficulty Misers face when they wish to move their hoard to other floors.

Misers gain Exp like any other class - but leveling up gives them no stat or skill points. Instead, a Miser must purchase their stat and skill points, at a price of (level*2) Renn per point. Leveling up merely increases the number of points a Miser can buy, but also increases the price they must pay. Finally, even having purchased all the points they could for a single level, a Miser will generally have 25% less stat points, but has the same number of skill points as other classes.

The final detriment of the Miser is their general weakness - they have very few damaging actions, and are entirely reliant on fundamental disciplines and Golems for damage.

Strengths: Ability to construct Traps and Buildings anywhere, Quality of Life improvements, and upgradable Golems.
Weaknesses: Limited Inventory, Paying for stat and skill points, Lack of damaging abilities, and incredibly reliant on Renn.
Starting Bonus: Misers start with an additional 1000 Renn.
Spells: Misers May learn from Greed and one Fundamental Discipline of their choice.

The Promise of Adventure & Family --- [CLOSED]

May

Stats

HP: 500
MP: 200
-Strength: 20, Rank: I
-Endurance: 25, Rank: I
-Dexterity: 10, Rank: I
-Agility: 15, Rank: I
-Magic: 20, Rank: I

The woman did nothing as May continued to approach, leading May to believe that she did not wish to party. Understandable - she had plenty of potions, and while she was not the best equipped, she could probably handle herself similarly to May. May eventually passed the girl, and continued her way into the dungeon. While it was unlikely that she would meet the woman again while in the dungeon, it would have simply looked bad to ask to team up when they didn't even know each other - May simply assumed that the woman did not want to team up, and continued on her way.

The courtyard was thinning quickly as May entered the dungeon, and May planned to go down the path with the least number of people - that way, she could maximize the amount of monsters she could kill, and the loot she could gain. Her weapon was rather pathetic, but it was the only one that she had and was proficient in it's use. Her biggest benefit was the fact that she had her spell, Purification - She would put herself at great risk thanks to her close range weapon, but the spell would allow her to last far longer than she otherwise would have. The spell was her main saving grace.

The dungeon was cave-like, at least for the first level - May couldn't help but let out a gasp of amazement. She had never seen anything like this place in her life, the closest being descriptions in the countless books she had read over the years. After several seconds of pause, May shook herself back to the situation at hand, and made her way down the corridor that she saw the least amount of people going down. Worst case scenario, May was confident that she could take a hit or two and live - and from what the other guild members have told her, getting hit would increase her Endurance anyways. And besides, as long as she was conservative with her mana, she would be able to last awhile in the dungeon before heading back.