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Yes, you are correct on all of those, but let me clarify your questions. ^^

Dexterity also involves the dexterity in which one's character has when moving. (I.e. The more dexterous you are, the more acrobatic you can reasonably be when fighting, which is good if your style is a form of Martial Arts, or just an Oriental form.)

Resistance allows one to be resistant to weather effects, special elemental attacks from enemies, and poisons applied by enemies or other players.

An Hp stat is not involved, because while I do have those stats, I don't want to format this Rp down to the very "t." I like to leave room for common sense, and reasonable Rper decisions. I like to hope, and allow players the room to be understanding that their players are not god, or near god. If an rper is starting to go overboard with their inability to get hurt, or taking too much damage without dying, or backing out of the fight, I will inform them of this and give them their warning.

That brings up another note I did forget to inform everyone: A) Follow what I just explained, you are a player like everyone else in the game. B) Don't forget that weapons and armor have durability ratings in SAO and can break if hit hard enough, or after a period of time without repair.

Anyway, Hail, you have the grand understanding of the stats now, so just remember that things like Resistance and Defense come together to give you an understanding of how durable and strong your character is against enemies, while speed and dexterity come together for agility, precision, and so on. Strength is understandable and simple, it simply determines your strength with weapons, your fists, and how much you can reasonably carry.
Hailfire! I am glad to see you again. ^^ I don't mind you joining at all, we have plenty of room. This reminds me, I need to make that ESRP really soon. XD
I am fine with you moving to the next day. I am apologizing though for not having posted yet, between parental issues, friends fighting, water issues, errand running, and relationship matters, I have only gotten a little bit of time to post in my other Rps.
Thanks Arrayah.

Speaking of the Events, specifically where I noted giving clues, or hints, or references, here is the list of those for the upcoming Halloween Event.


  1. A ring that calls the night it's father.(Ring)

  2. A necklace laced in gut-rot lore.(Necklace)

  3. Jack's only Heart.(Orb)

  4. Pieces of Eight, counted in nine.(Crafting Material)

  5. A head held high.(Trophy)

  6. A broken blade, and the stone it lay.(Crafting Material)

  7. A stony gaze turned back.(Shield)

  8. One claw forward and two swords back.(Trophy)

Marc noticed his phone buzzing and looked upon it with curiosity, but found that Lyn was looking to have everyone meet at the local grocer, and he pulled a smile across his face and nodded to himself softly as he quickly typed a reply into his little phone while also grabbing his bottle of water and heading out of the door.

"Of course, I will be there A,S,A.P. It will be nice to meet everyone."


He tucked the phone into his pants and started off on a light jog down the side of the road while smiling at the day's atmosphere and joyous weather. He titled his head back lightly every little bit to seemingly take in the moment while moving along and it wasn't more then fifteen minutes until he reached the small store and made his way inside. He started peering around, looking for what he assumed would be a small group of people talking or shopping for the camping trip, and he found just that in the sporting goods section. He rounded the corner while finishing a swig from his water and screwing the cap back on before actually stepping up to them.

"Well, howdy everyone." He said while smiling lightly and extending his hand out to everyone for a handshake. "It is a pleasure to finally get together with you all." He added while grinning.
Ok, I apologize if the details of the Rp, specifically just OOC information, seems a bit scatter-brained to everyone. I think it is about time I explain a few notes about the Rp.

The "IN-GAME world" of this Rp will have a calender, a corresponding timeline for the days of the rp, this is so we can properly date "in-game" events and holiday events. I hope to allow our Rp to have spontaneous fun and flowing movement by keeping everyone active, whether it be quests, events, or Holidays. This Calender will progress through the in-rp time(sorry if I explain common sense things. v.v) and each day will end when we put our characters to sleep, or if we make our characters pull all-nighters, it will be when we post daylight's arrival.

My second note is loot, exp, Col(money), and enemies. Loot is done by a roll system I made simply utilizing a six-sided Dice, and understood probability to create a chart/tree for items, weapons, trophies, food, and crafting materials. Col is set by two things, the set amount a specific Classification of monster and the Classification Modifier some classes have added.(For Example, a standard dragon would have about 800 Col as a set base, while a High Dragon could have about 1400, and on top of that, Dragonoids have a Class Modifier to add 1000 Col to them. Not all enemies have money though, those values are set values, but whether they have that money on them or not is determined by rolling.) Items, weapons, trophies, food, and everything else except money have grade tiers, and all of them have the same grade Tiers: Common, Unique, and Rare. (The only exception being items crafted by the player, which is still made by graded crafting pieces of those three categories.) I will be kind if you have a request for a specific type of weapon, or armor, or item, or etc, if I can work it into the nearby future or a quest, I can do that for you. I can't just brake the roll system all the time though. I will try and make all the loot I create appealing to everyone, or as many of you as I can, since everyone has different tastes. During events, holiday or not, I will try and make at least one Event-based loot item that I think someone would like, but seeing as how I don't know your inner workings I try my best to make them to appeal to everyone. I don't like to ruin surprises, but I also know just dropping things on people all of a sudden could cause drama, say if two people were to want the same rare item, so I wil most likely drop references, clues, or hints in the OOC about the upcoming Events and Event Items/Quests/Materials.

I am sorry I bored you all to death with this, I am just abit insecure as a Gm. I rarely Gm, and I have social paranoia, so I constantly feel like I am letting you all down. XD Gosh, now I am rambling, ok sorry, this is the end of this post, thanks for reading(if you read it, if you saved yourself the eye-bleeding torture and skipped it, that is ok too. X3)
Floor 34: Mareen's Swamp

Current Location: Outside of an Old Castle Courtyard Ruin, which is known as the Boss' Lair.


Date- October Eleventh

"The guilds have gathered just outside of the Boss room, we are all sitting and standing around small campfires we have made and things are getting itchy. People are beginning to get jumpy and the tensions are high. The guilds are making us wait for some reason, some unexplainable reason. They claim to be "prepping" and they act like they are, but it seems all too lacking.

Many of the other players are beginning to lose their nerve and many others have already left the camp. It doesn't help knowing our camp is in the middle of an open dungeon and could be attacked at any moment, but that raises question as well. We entered this dungeon four days ago, have fought through wave after wave of muk-coated bog creatures, and yet there aren't any here at the camp or near the camp.

I have yet to see any signs of any form of monster that is considered hostile in the immediate or adjacent area, and frankly it is putting me on alert. I can't help it, it seems like everything in my knowledge tells me we should at least see one attack here or there, but it is completely dead, and it has been this way since we arrived.

The ruins are interesting, every few feet you can see a pile of rubble or a low-bearing wall sticking up from the muk and water, but nothing is standing too well except for the structure we are camped outside of right now. This is supposedly the Boss' Lair, but as of the word the Guilds are giving us, nothing is certain. They keep everything hush-hush inside the ladder of the Guilds and only a few people from each guild actually communicate with the other guilds. It is, as I have stated, growing annoying.

I hope to live one more day, to write my next entry..."


Rorik gently looked up from his book, the quill in his hand gently cleaned by a small piece of cloth and then placed flat in the small, red, book as a place holder. He then sat the book on a nearby rock as a figure approached him. This figure wore large plate armor that was midnight black and had navy blue ornate linings, marking, and etchings across the entirety of the armor. The figure itself was a tall male who had blonde short, cropped hair and slight stubble across his chin and a small scar just under his right cheekbone that looked much like a comma. The figure stopped a few feet from allen and bowed with his right fist tucked into his waist in a formal manner.
"Greetings, I am Knight Commander Arniil, you are Rorik, yes?" The male then stood stright and with his hands firmly at his sides with a firm, blank expression that awaited an answer.

"Yes, I am Rorik, why do you ask?" He responded with a question. Rorik then straightned his back and crossed his arms and adjusted his rear upon the stump which he sat. He groaned under his breath as a piece of wood sticking up from the stump seemed to have weaseled it's way into the space between his under thigh and armor.

"I am simply taking note of all the players here, I am to confirm each players name and then move on." Arniil answered before bowing again and ten taking his leave. He strolled straight back to his guildmates, the Knights of Cold Harbor.

Rorik was surprised by this silly action, and how it was enacted by the Knights of Cold Harbor. There was little anyone knew about the Knights, and this included Rorik's limited knowledge. He examined the guild as they stood secluded from the majority of the camping Raid party and then he began to survey the entirety of the players there, every type of player was present, male and female, young and old, defensive and offensive, guildie and solo player, every type of person possible was there to push the game further, and each of them had there own reason for moving on in the game.

Roriks reason was obscure even to him, he wasn't entirely sure what he would do once the game was over, his goal was more the fighting, the idea that he was killing the machinations of a madman, a murderer, a pyschopathic, idealistic, homicidal, maniac
I would say we are ready to begin. ^^ If anyone else wishes to join they will be able to catch up wit us or pop in when the moment presents itself. I will have the first Post as soon as I can get it written.
What is that noise...? What noise? That noise....

Oh..

You mean..

JUSTICE!
Sam was listening to every word, and while he was still somewhat unsure of who was truly in the right, and the wrong of the situation, it wasn't about to matter. The moment Jaii revealed the physical abuse fingerprints left over from his father's handy work Sam entered a mental rage, his mind caged off everything from outside of the hallway and he stepped forward between the father and son.

"Enough. Luke, by our laws and written records, she has accepted the mark as her own and they are legally bound, they have a bond, I can feel it. Pursing action against them is not right, and against our ways. This is only the first note, I am certain you know what my second qualm with you is now..." He left his sentence open while staring the man down. Sam may have been only nineteen, but nineteen was a mature age and when you are the Guardian of a pack, and your responsibility is a close mesh of Law keeper and historian, you were almost always talking several years ahead of yourself.

Samuel stepped back and to the right of Jaii, side-by-side now he pierced the pupils of Luke and readied himself for anything. His arms tightened, his deltoids curled, and his chest locked up ready for whatever moves were made by Luke or Rick. He was ready to fight, for Jaii, not so much, but for their way of life as Pack wolves, yes. He would certainly throw down with any Alpha, his own or another, to do is duty as Guardian or to fight the enlightened truth of abuse on another person. Samuel's showed this, in many ways. The shimmering emotional anger hidden behind his mahogany iris, which quickly became clear as his eyes shifted to that of his wolf's and his internal stronghold was slowly being uncased for good reason.
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