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Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮
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Stats

Newbie
Level 1
HP 125
MP 25

Vitality: 5
Speed: 3
Strength: 7
Endurance: 7
Mana: 3

Arton held his shield firmly in front of his chest, covering his vitals, as the soldier screamed. The wounded man wasn't just stumbling out of the dungeon, he was fleeing from enemies. He readied himself for combat as he was reinforced by the other members of their party, but he took the center. Soon enough, three figures emerged from the mouth of the dungeon...decayed and decrepit. They would not pass, not while he stood.

He lifted his shield to block the wraith's attack, and to keep him away, then followed up with a powered strike(Hyper Slash) across the attacker's torso. Piercing attacks hardly did good against these kind of creatures. They were terrible abominations, evil monsters that must be destroyed. That much was certain "Send them back to their graves!" He chanted, a look of disdain on his face at the creatures.

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮
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It always astounded him how easily read the emotions of other races were, especially humans. A two-second glance was all it normally took him to figure out what they were feeling. The changes in posture and facial expressions were enough to dis-certain this. His first impression of Arywn was that she was rather unimpressed with everything around her. Hardly anything seemed be worth her time. When she asked him if he was of the woods, He couldn't help but think that the change in her expression came from the hope of some kind of familiarity.

The more he learned of the Champion, the more he began to believe that this would hardly be like anything he's been through before. Arton had been through two dungeons along with a party of other adventurers, always able to rely on his solid defense to protect him and his teammates. Now he was now sure if that would be enough in this situation. The knight named Sampson replied to his question instead of the king, and he didn't like the use of die in his speech. The spit shot onto the floor was more confusing, Arton not understanding what that was supposed to mean.

Arton didn't like the fact the King was so willing to let 15 of his supposedly elite guard just to die "There shall be no man left behind if I can help it, your majesty." He responded strongly. His advice was not all that helpful, they were taught that at the WAA rather early in their admission. Arton found the King...rather hard to read, he felt he was hiding something under his strong expressions.

He simply admired the view of the city as they left it, turning his attention forward as they approached the dungeon. While menacing, it was normal of dungeons to have a sort of foreboding entrance. At the very least, its presence was enough to deter some ambitious treasure seekers who'd otherwise get trapped or killed. Their landing was rather quiet, the accompanying knights faces obscured by their helmets.

Arton's body tensed as he spotted the figure, his right hand hovering over the hilt of his sword in its scabbard. It was only when the man spoke did he drop his guard some. He could see fear in the man's tired eyes, his body moved barely able to carry his own weight let alone the armor on him. A somber look befell the Draeni, the state of the knight did not bode well for the others. That did not mean he would relent in his personal mission to make sure as many came back alive as possible. Since he didn't know healing magic or medicine, he rushed forward drawing his sword and shield to guard at the mouth of the dungeon. His sword and shield greatly outclassed the appearance of his armor in both construction and design.

His blackened eyes noticed that Arywn had decided to watch the entrance as well, giving him a bit more comfort knowing she was watching his back. From her earlier reaction, He had figured she was a rather sharp shot with that bow. As much as he wished to help the wounded solider, he was better suited where he was now. "I'm afraid I'm not of the wood.." He suddenly spoke out "At least, not in the way I suspect you mean it." Arton was not able to answer her earlier "So much for an elite knight though." It might have sounded harsh, but he spoke this with sadness. If they were truly elite, then whatever was in this dungeon could not be allowed to live.

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Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

@Ithradine Especially when you find out the 'survivor' is possessed by a demon after he sucker punches you in the gut?

@Genni

ESPECIALLY after that. After the possessed guy breaks his hand, Artons gonna slap the demon out of him.

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

@Champion

More likely to get angry than sick

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

@Champion

Arton: "No one left behind! *Later, sees guy missing an arm* "Well crap.."

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮
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The question briefly perplex him, not sure what it was supposed to mean. Ebonglen did have a large forest nearby he supposed and he did explore it often. Pitch-black eyes blinked in slight amazement at her long and elegant sounding name, even the tone of voice she used brought a certain majesty to it. And she spoke of finding her 'destiny'? He was sure what that was but it sounded very important.

His attention turned to commotion around him as people left the room, leaving only a select few behind. The individual he idenified as the King began to speak, grabbing her all of their attention as a impressive map was laid down on the table. Magic wasn't his strong suit but it interested him nonetheless, as the minor amazement in his eyes could show. He immediately thought, If their champion was sent, then why call for us?. His question would quickly be answered, along with a troubling explanation.

A dungeon was a notably infamous place in the WAA, full of untold dangers and traps. It did not matter to Arton, though he was attracted to this quest for the experience and gold...there was now the entire safety of a kingdom and its people at stake. That was enough motivation to spur him past any hesitance he might have. He got up from his seat and followed the king and other member of the adventuring group. Arwyn's question seemed perfectly fine to Arton, not really understanding the way it might come off.

"Did the champion go with any others?" He decided to ask after Arwyn. If there were more people to look for, it was vital to know. No one was getting left behind if Arton could help it. Everything was kicking off rather suddenly, but he was prepared as he ever could be. Soon they would all be fighting together against heaven-knows-what in the dungeon.

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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Reylan

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Reylan acknowledged Dirk with a simple nod as he sat down at his table, it was kinda of becoming the guild's spot at this inn he guessed. His food arrived as Dirk ordered so he began eating sooner, thinking about complimented Dirk on the hard work he has been doing. It was quite useful to have someone willing AND able to take the blunt of damage in encounters. It was Dirk who spoke first however, and Reylan did his best to listen attentively waiting for his chance to reply.

It was surprising to hear all of this come from Dirk, though he could understand. Indeed, no one had died but it was it that unexpected to call amazing? He wasn't sure. Two of them almost died, there was certainly room to improve at least. Reylan did agree with his assessment, while he positive some of their guild might want head back into a dungeon as soon as possible, they all needed to regroup and take what they had learned and apply it. Reinforcing their numbers during that time couldn't hurt either "That's exactly what were are going to do, Dirk. I can't be happier that everyone lived through the dungeon but we can do better, and will do next time. For now, everyone needs to stock up on supplies and skills. What would really help me is if everyone sent me their actions and spells, that'd make coming up with plans much easier." He spoke with a mature voice, like a leader should.

He shook his head quickly "Can't make it, got to meet with Alisea tomorrow morning. Have a good night too." The food on his plate was nearly finished when the guy called River made it over to his table. It seemed being guild-master had sure made him popular "Go ahead, I'd also recommend the pot pie or the pork. It's pretty good." He said with a soft smile looking up at him. A quick look over at the bar and he could see the man by Chari's side and they seemed to be getting along just fine if what he knew of her was right "You don't got worry about me, I don't drink at all." He let out a small chuckle to ease the tension.

He simply listened as Shiba asked River for healing, this combined with Karma's healing was enough to max out most of the party's health which was nice because that left only mana to worry about. He blinked twice as River uttered some ridiculous sounding word that ended up not even working, it was almost as if he had too much sugar it seemed. Reylan decided to interdict at that moment with the mention of a dungeon "Killed a dungoeon boss, he was a mean sucker too." He spoke dead serious, containing his laughter in his own head.

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮
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In the couple of months after leaving his homeland and joining up with the WAA, Arton found himself in constant demand among the other other adventurers of his rank. It turned out that Arton was good, really good as hold down the front-line and defending others from getting overwhelmed. While others may turned away from such a task by its inherent danger, Arton found himself filling the role of a tank happily. However, he was feeling his growth halting where he was currently working out of. That was why when the call to travel to Meteora to assist its King came, he was all too eager to sign up.

The countless looks from people as he passed through the street was something he had gotten used to already. It was not their fault he appeared so different from what they were used to, Draeni hardly settled outside of Roughann. What he sincerely missed was the communal spires of his home, these human kingdoms were so inefficient and difficult to navigate compared to Roughann's cities. Nonetheless, the city possessed its own unique charm.

He managed to find his way to the front gate of the castle, where he was approached by the guard "Halt." He spoke firmly, Arton stood several inches over the armed soldier "Are you one of the adventurers here by our King's request?" He asked astutely, looking at the Draeni up and down. Arton nodded with a faint smile "That's right. Here..I got the papers right here." He had them in his hand already, expecting this to happen. The guard nodded with a solemn, unchanging expression "Mhm, Allen here will guide you to the room where the rest are." He pointed to a younger looking guard who gave a light salute at being mentioned.

The interior of the Castle completely astounded him. His family was never wealthy so the ornate paintings and statues that decorated the halls were something new to him. It all was so different than what he was used too, therefore it was interesting to him. Allen led him to the room without saying a word, Arton was too busy gazing at all the sights anyway "Here you are, sir." He said plainly, though Arton could the nervousness expressed in his face "Thank you Allen, I probably would have gotten lost without you!" He laughed lightly, seeming to get the anxious guard to chuckle just a little "Yeah, well good luck." Allen replied a bit more friendly this time around, departing down the corridor.

At last he had arrived, he could hear the dulled sound of a violin through the door. His hand opened the door and it grew much louder as he saw the others who had gathered here already. Slowly he made his way further inside, his expression appearing cold though this was merely because he slipped back into old habits. His dark eyes glanced between the characters in the room, one immediately striking him out as the king. The other four he had no idea who they were, but he hoped he would find out. However, one individual drew his interest over all the others. He wasn't even sure what she was, but her appearance and clothing were just so foreign to him that his curiosity couldn't resist.

He walked over to the nearest chair to her and asked "Mind if I take this seat?" He asked rather politely, his expression solid and unchanging as he waited for her permission. Once had, he sat down after setting his bag behind him "My name is Arton Yule, an adventurer with the WAA. What's yours?" He asked directly, friendly in his tone. His people didn't waste time with asking pointless questions. Unknowingly, the person who he was talking to was a Dark Elf who held disdain for the culture of other kingdoms.

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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Reylan

_{Interacting with:@Trainerblue192}

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After he watched Alisea disappear inside the inn, he remained outside for a moment longer. He stood alone on the dimly lit streets of Genesis City, the weight in his chest lifting as his eyes watered. You keep that promise, and I'll keep mine.... A soft smile creased his lips as he looked up to the stars that slowly revealed themselves in night sky, standing at the Inn's door, and it grew a little bigger before he slipped inside.

He donned the friendly expression and smile he always wore for others as he entered, the inn was certainly lively enough as it was. The person called 'River' immediately grabbed his attention as he made a quite a scene. Karma had already healed him mostly to full but he appreciated the gesture done by the trainer, so the least he could do was follow along. It also happened that he was in a much better mood surprisingly "Thanks for the help, River. I guess you're hungry huh?" he chuckled at the sound he heard. Reylan walked up to him, taking a few renn from his inventory, and shook his hand. Two copper and 5 nickel was left in his hand as Reylan pulled his back "There's 15 renn, you should really watch your money better." His voice was friendly, they had just come back from a succesful dungeon run so he could spare the money.

The guild-master slipped past him to sit down at his usual table and order his usual meal, something familiar was all he needed right now. Tomorrow there much to take care of. Talking with Alisea, voting in the new guild members, figuring out their next course of action, getting in touch with the info broker guilds, and shopping for new equipment and skills. It astounded how fast their guild was growing, in time it would get difficult trying to get to know all the members.

As he waited for his meal, he thought of Alisea and by extension Aster. Reylan cared about all the guild members but those two...he felt a stronger connection to them. It was true that he had spent more time with them than anyone else really but he couldn't shake this strange feeling he had. A part of him felt like he had known them for longer.

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@Hero

It would but not at the cost of something else.