Irisity
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8 yrs ago
Doing stuff today, sorry if i dont post a lot!
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Hi, I'm Mattie, but I go by Iris or Irisity on here.
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
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Hero said
Actually slightly confused on that as well, you mentioned the Tower being on floor 17 but we're on floor 20.
I meant that within the tower on level 17 (like how dungeons have different floors) is where the boss is going to be. Sorry for the confusion, I should've specified.
HellHoundWoof said
I'm up for a new addition so long as things get active again.
Same with me
G3njii said
i want to be in this Rp, I really do. But Im finding a sever lack of motivation to post so Im going to pull out
Aw okay :( if you ever want to come back, you're always welcome
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Could I join too? The first walking dead or I joined died and I've been looking for a new one for a while
Someone post ;-;
Sketcher said
Would it be possible for us to be working at the 20th level dungeons right now or should we start somewhere else?I'll post first thing in the morning but I really need to get some sleep. See you guys then.
As long as you aren't fighting the boss
Hero said
So what should we post besides putting our progress between the time skip?
You could be in the dungeon (aka Gilmer's Tower, refer to the picture below the sketch of the boss) or somewhere in the town. Something to set the surroundings they're in. (Remember the enviorment is a cold forest and the town is midevil-like)
Sketcher said
Yes please.
Your wish is my command
~Two Months Later~
The young girl tightened her gloves as she walked towards the pub, her shoes faintly clicking on the cobblestone. Her little informant better show up or else she'd probably rip his throat out, no matter how hard the task would be in the virtual world.
She had finally decided to keep the name Ace. It was easier than telling everyone she met to call her Anna and she felt she was finally living up to her expectations on Ace. She may have only been average level for people going at her rate, but she was a solo at the moment. A fucking solo. Solos didn't do so well because they were loners. They ended up dying alone and since there's no body to find, no one can record their death and put in in the charts. Ace hoped Nick wasn't a loner like her. She didn't want to find his name on that list. If she could ever find his name.
The bell above the door rang as she walked into the little pub. It was full of players drinking, laughing, and eating. She sat down at an empty booth and waited for a wench to come along.
Ace didn't know shit on what the broker looked like. She had the general suspicion that they were female, for most were. Flirting to get information gave them high advantages.
A waitress came up to her table after a couple of minutes. "What can I get you today, ma'am?"
Ace placed a small order, all the while trying to figure out if the waitress was an NPC or real player. She'd seen both in almost every occupation thinkable, and they were always easy to pinpoint. NPCs were perfectly crafted for their chosen job, while players were always flawed in one way or another. This wench was in the middle of things.
"It'll be out in a sec!" She said cheerfully as she left to wade through the crowd of people. After a minute, Ace's order and a napkin was placed onto her table. She have the waitress a brief nod and thanked her.
Ace ate in the silence of her thoughts. The bread was bland and could have been considered stale in the real world, but it was Aincard. The food was either shitty or expensive. The solo glanced towards the bar and judged the lumbering men, both NPC and real. She didn't know for sure if one could get drunk in the game. She didn't plan to find out, no matter how much her curiousity pushed her.
Ace sighed and continued to eat. Crumbs collected into her cheeks and her lap. She quickly wiped the crumbs off her gear. She opened her napkin to brush off the crumbs on her mouth when she saw faint ink in the inside, she looked around for any watching eyes and then slowly opened the napkin, as not to tear it.
Hastily scrawled on the surface were the words "17th floor of Gilmer's Tower. Big boss. Watch out.".
Ace smiled. She needed this boss drop all to herself. It'd help pay for her new harp, not to mention the greedy clans wouldn't get a hold of them. Spending all the loot on bullshit accessories with no stats. Ridiculous waste.
The young girl tightened her gloves as she walked towards the pub, her shoes faintly clicking on the cobblestone. Her little informant better show up or else she'd probably rip his throat out, no matter how hard the task would be in the virtual world.
She had finally decided to keep the name Ace. It was easier than telling everyone she met to call her Anna and she felt she was finally living up to her expectations on Ace. She may have only been average level for people going at her rate, but she was a solo at the moment. A fucking solo. Solos didn't do so well because they were loners. They ended up dying alone and since there's no body to find, no one can record their death and put in in the charts. Ace hoped Nick wasn't a loner like her. She didn't want to find his name on that list. If she could ever find his name.
The bell above the door rang as she walked into the little pub. It was full of players drinking, laughing, and eating. She sat down at an empty booth and waited for a wench to come along.
Ace didn't know shit on what the broker looked like. She had the general suspicion that they were female, for most were. Flirting to get information gave them high advantages.
A waitress came up to her table after a couple of minutes. "What can I get you today, ma'am?"
Ace placed a small order, all the while trying to figure out if the waitress was an NPC or real player. She'd seen both in almost every occupation thinkable, and they were always easy to pinpoint. NPCs were perfectly crafted for their chosen job, while players were always flawed in one way or another. This wench was in the middle of things.
"It'll be out in a sec!" She said cheerfully as she left to wade through the crowd of people. After a minute, Ace's order and a napkin was placed onto her table. She have the waitress a brief nod and thanked her.
Ace ate in the silence of her thoughts. The bread was bland and could have been considered stale in the real world, but it was Aincard. The food was either shitty or expensive. The solo glanced towards the bar and judged the lumbering men, both NPC and real. She didn't know for sure if one could get drunk in the game. She didn't plan to find out, no matter how much her curiousity pushed her.
Ace sighed and continued to eat. Crumbs collected into her cheeks and her lap. She quickly wiped the crumbs off her gear. She opened her napkin to brush off the crumbs on her mouth when she saw faint ink in the inside, she looked around for any watching eyes and then slowly opened the napkin, as not to tear it.
Hastily scrawled on the surface were the words "17th floor of Gilmer's Tower. Big boss. Watch out.".
Ace smiled. She needed this boss drop all to herself. It'd help pay for her new harp, not to mention the greedy clans wouldn't get a hold of them. Spending all the loot on bullshit accessories with no stats. Ridiculous waste.
Sketcher said
We should make some progress :P
Want me to post after the skip?
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