Sam closed his eyes a moment and leaned his head back to allow himself some thinking as he listened to the area around him, the scent of Rick entered his nostrils once more and a female, one in the kitchen with Rick, but then another scent filled his nose, a Pack member, someone he had heard of before and knew was in the clan, but he had never really met her. She had surely healed him a few times when he had fought with other wolves, or other dangers, but most of the time he was asleep for the healing and he thought perhaps it was time to meet, and thank, her for her services.
He kept his eyes closed for a few moments to soak up the last of his resting breath before raising himself up from the seat and when he opened his eyes, it happened...
He opened his eyes and his body slid forward in his seat to sit up straight and e glanced at her for a moment, that glance was all it took to make it clear. His eyes scanned her as she was crouched over a few flowers. His body tensed and then released with his muscles aching and trying to get him to move, his mind slipped from the thoughts and is emotions ceased. Tunnel vision enclosed around him and all he could see was her, a gorgeous lass basking in the beauty of nature and herself, and when she laid back in the grass he was forced to his feet with a small leap and began to stroll towards her, his very essence aching with the pull of something he thought would far less of an effect on him.
He walked several feet over to her and stood to her left side looking down upon her with a soft smile and then he bent down on his right knee and spoke calmly, but deeply as was his nature. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Healer. I am Samuel Napier, most call me Sam."
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Name: Ai-Do
Race: Khajiit
Sub-species: Suthay-Raht
Gender:Male
Age: 32
Birthsign: The Atronach
Appearance:
Lycanthropy strain: Were-Sabrecat
Skills: Ai-Do is a skilled deck stalwart who wields mostly broadswords of switching one-handed and two-handed styles. He also carries a decent degree of skill in the Alteration and Destruction skills, but only when the moment calls. He is skilled in medium armor combat techniques.
Equipment: He has three tail rings that are enchanted, the first is at the base of his tail and is enchanted with the spell Telekinesis, the second is located halfway up his tail and is enchanted with the spell Black Hand. He wields a Darksteel One-handed Broadsword, and he wears a medium armor set of greaves and bestial leggings with a leather top. (Armor and sword in Appearance image. B.T.W , F.Y.I Darksteel is also known as Nordic Carved in Skyrim, and is the combination of Steel, Quicksilver, and Ebony for armor, and just Quicksilver and Steel for weapons.)
Personality: Ai-Do is often seen as brash by many, or suave by others. He is the typical sort of male to stand atop a table in a tavern and get the whole bar singing from wall to wall. His carefree, contagious personality is only double-sided by the hidden beast within his very bones. He can be the hidden guy int he corner though, if he chooses, and he can be ill-tempered if the setting is ripe.
Bio: Ai-Do was born in Senchal to a mother and father who worked the docks and they both worked day in and day out to care for their young ones. His father worked the day, and came home just early enough to visit his wife for an hour before she set out to work herself. They were like a the sun and moons to their kids, one was always out and one was always in their sky of a life. The two made just enough to feed the kids, most of them anyway... Ai-Do was the youngest child, but only by a year. The first few years of Ai-Do's life were as many would expect them to be, the baby was cared for, loved, and nourished, but once he became ten, his parents started leaning away from him, in all aspects. His older brother, who was at the age of sixteen, got a small job that helped the pay, and his sister who was eleven had showed the signs of a mage.. and she became the house favorite. Ai-Do hadn't done anything of importance though, no one would take a kid his age for a job, he had no magical talent, and he was a runt , and was being served as one. His "caring" parents slowly stopped paying any attention to him, unless of course he was doing wrong or his siblings said he was doing something wrong, even when he wasn't.
The years passed and he got older and he grew further and further away from his parents until it got to the point that he able to just get up and leave the house without them noticing. He could be gone for hours and return to find out they hadn't even known he had left. His life was not to say depressing, but rather just a walk-along life. He ate, what minuscule food he was give, and went on until he got some work at the age his brother did. When he did he hid it from his parents so he could feed himself and tend to himself. They didn't care for him, and he still cared for his siblings, albeit they hated him, but he never grew depressed and he stood past the fact that his parents didn't care for him, because he knew he would one day leave their home. He spent his time though idling in and out of the house to work and around the city before he decided he was old enough, and well equip enough to leave. He gathered the small things he had, some ragged clothes, and a small knife and went on his way as a stowaway aboard a ship. Though, he unknowingly set himself on a ship headed to Morrowind, and better yet it was a ship disguised as a Dunmeri trade ship, that actually traded human cargo. Once he arrived, days later, in a large unmarked city off the eastern coast of Morrowind they found him aboard after unloading their "cargo" and chained him up along with the rest. The "cargo" was oddly like the days of old in Morrowind as the chains bore mostly Khajiit and Argonian bodies.
Ai-Do spent the waxing years of his early adulthood in Slaver chains, he was constantly passed around and trudged from one Manor to another of possible Slave Buyers, but no matter where they went, how they went there, or who they came to, Ai-Do was never bought. His "runt" complex, or "kitten" complex figure was still very much with him in all aspects. He was skinny, frail-looking, and of course malnourished by slavers. He spent the days culling his own thoughts. This often brought him to a chamber in his mind that he didn't know existed, because he begged, pleaded, and screamed within his skull to be bought. He never in his right mind thought he would wish someone would buy him, but the day had come that his very character was remolded. When the end of the line came, and there were no more potential buyers, the slaves were relocated to a small place on te outskirts of what is left of Vvardenfell, and they were transported into Balmora. Balmora was a brilliant recreation of what it once was and was thriving in the ashen remnants rout in destruction. It made sense that the slaves would be brought here, Balmora was one of the least policed cities since the eruption, and even before the Eruption Balmora had many frowned-upon organizations and activities running about. The slaves were taken into the ashen coated city and forced down into a ruin beneath the ground and the ash, the building itself was the remnant of an old Dunmeri-only public club they used to hold meetings in. It had been mined out and temporarily repaired inside to house slaves, animals, and co-workers. He was left inside a half-built nook/cage cross for several before they even tossed him some stale bread, and after that it was another few days before he could even hear anyone near his cage. The days passed, seemingly vague with depression, pain, and anger. Ai-Do grew every day in his cage, his voice changed from that of the quiet vagrant to the enraged beast. Whenever a person came by, in the rare times they did, he would become a cynical man bound only by chains and mortality. This never stopped his mind, for he always wielded his mentality and his sanity.
A few years passed and his captivity was turned into a slavery, but not for a buyer, but the slavers themselves. He worked in the nearby Ash Farm for the Slavers along with the rest of the unsold workforce. His years of working on the farm in the musty warmth of the ashland caused each day to be a rigorous workout that would mold him into a toned man of decent stature, but it was not enough to prepare him for what was to come in the next year.
The end of the year came and his time as an Ash farmer was over, not by his own will though. The slavers pulled him from the fields and led him across the river to the other half of Balmora. They passed a few of the new houses and ducked down into a small cellar-like structure that led to, once more, hollowed out and renovated remnants of Old Balmora. The structure was a series of side-by-side houses hollowed out which now held a series of cages, as the first structure did, but was entirely open and held a large stone-crafted ring in the center with wooden pikes that were short, but extremely thick, encircling the area. Blood was splattered along the room and it's cages, some of which held blood soaked men and mer of all types. Ai-Do took no more then a second to put two and two together, and he was angered more so by the idea rather then the sight. They had moved him to their very own pit, and he was the newest recruit to the roster of entertainers.
A few more years passed as Ai-Do was grid-locked into Slavery and combat against pit fighters and slaves. He fought fang and claw to survive, often times finding it hard to keep going, but throughout his time he grew stronger, angrier, and into a man with no regrets for the lives around him. He fought up until there were no slaves or fighters left except for himself, they pit him against animals for the longest time until they could get more to fill the cells, but what they didn't expect was an oddity among all things. They had captured a Sabrecat from Skyrim one month and shipped it to Vvardenfell. It went through several pits before they moved it to the pit in Balmora where Ai-Do. They told him they had found another cat to fight him, and he thought they meant another Khajiit, but when the day came and they placed him in the pit with a caged Sabrecat he grew worried, he was not afraid, but he was certain today would be his death. The slavers pulled a chain and released the cat's door, but it only walked out and silently stared into Ai-Do's eyes. Then a whispering voice entered Ai-Do's head.
"Take of this beast's blood, the crimson drink which will lead you to your freedom of the cages, and bind you to the call of the wild.
Ai-Do couldn't do anything, but lift his makeshift wooden club and stand frozen in his tracks. The voice was unknown to him and it's words were puzzling at first, but the words resonated in his soul and he seemingly knew what it asked. He dropped the club and stepped forward with raised claws. He sent his right and across the Cat's throat as it raised it's neck willingly to Ai-Do. He then leaned down and began to drink the blood that spilled from it's veins, but moments after his body writhed in pain and it occurred. He shifted, in one of the most painful transitions, into one of the rarest breads of Lycanthrope, a Were-sabrecat. This seemingly normal animal had been blessed with beast blood so that it could feed the true beast, it fed the true Ai-Do. His transformation turned him into a stalky, thick-figured, muscular beast with massive saber fangs that were sharp to the T, and outfitted with massive retractable claws that he used to climb out of the pit and slaughter the lot of Slavers above him. His new power granted him the means of escape and revenge he so truly deserved, but once he had escaped, he fled the town altogether and made his way to the docks where he stole a boat, made it from Vvardenfell to Morrowind's exterior, and then fled to Cyrodil. He has been living in Cyrodil since then, working odd jobs for anyone with the coin, and honing his beast blood to master it.
Sorry it has taken so long to get it up, on here guys. I have had this water problem the past several days and it has post-poned the finishing of my CS, but here it is finally.
Race: Khajiit
Sub-species: Suthay-Raht
Gender:Male
Age: 32
Birthsign: The Atronach
Appearance:
Lycanthropy strain: Were-Sabrecat
This in-game Skyrim Mod image is pretty good for the base idea, but in lore the Were-sabrecat would much more stout, for example it's physiology would resemble that of the Werebear, in the sense that it's body would be thicker, stalkier, and more built on strength, then anything else, just like that of the natural Sabrecat.
Skills: Ai-Do is a skilled deck stalwart who wields mostly broadswords of switching one-handed and two-handed styles. He also carries a decent degree of skill in the Alteration and Destruction skills, but only when the moment calls. He is skilled in medium armor combat techniques.
Equipment: He has three tail rings that are enchanted, the first is at the base of his tail and is enchanted with the spell Telekinesis, the second is located halfway up his tail and is enchanted with the spell Black Hand. He wields a Darksteel One-handed Broadsword, and he wears a medium armor set of greaves and bestial leggings with a leather top. (Armor and sword in Appearance image. B.T.W , F.Y.I Darksteel is also known as Nordic Carved in Skyrim, and is the combination of Steel, Quicksilver, and Ebony for armor, and just Quicksilver and Steel for weapons.)
Personality: Ai-Do is often seen as brash by many, or suave by others. He is the typical sort of male to stand atop a table in a tavern and get the whole bar singing from wall to wall. His carefree, contagious personality is only double-sided by the hidden beast within his very bones. He can be the hidden guy int he corner though, if he chooses, and he can be ill-tempered if the setting is ripe.
Bio: Ai-Do was born in Senchal to a mother and father who worked the docks and they both worked day in and day out to care for their young ones. His father worked the day, and came home just early enough to visit his wife for an hour before she set out to work herself. They were like a the sun and moons to their kids, one was always out and one was always in their sky of a life. The two made just enough to feed the kids, most of them anyway... Ai-Do was the youngest child, but only by a year. The first few years of Ai-Do's life were as many would expect them to be, the baby was cared for, loved, and nourished, but once he became ten, his parents started leaning away from him, in all aspects. His older brother, who was at the age of sixteen, got a small job that helped the pay, and his sister who was eleven had showed the signs of a mage.. and she became the house favorite. Ai-Do hadn't done anything of importance though, no one would take a kid his age for a job, he had no magical talent, and he was a runt , and was being served as one. His "caring" parents slowly stopped paying any attention to him, unless of course he was doing wrong or his siblings said he was doing something wrong, even when he wasn't.
The years passed and he got older and he grew further and further away from his parents until it got to the point that he able to just get up and leave the house without them noticing. He could be gone for hours and return to find out they hadn't even known he had left. His life was not to say depressing, but rather just a walk-along life. He ate, what minuscule food he was give, and went on until he got some work at the age his brother did. When he did he hid it from his parents so he could feed himself and tend to himself. They didn't care for him, and he still cared for his siblings, albeit they hated him, but he never grew depressed and he stood past the fact that his parents didn't care for him, because he knew he would one day leave their home. He spent his time though idling in and out of the house to work and around the city before he decided he was old enough, and well equip enough to leave. He gathered the small things he had, some ragged clothes, and a small knife and went on his way as a stowaway aboard a ship. Though, he unknowingly set himself on a ship headed to Morrowind, and better yet it was a ship disguised as a Dunmeri trade ship, that actually traded human cargo. Once he arrived, days later, in a large unmarked city off the eastern coast of Morrowind they found him aboard after unloading their "cargo" and chained him up along with the rest. The "cargo" was oddly like the days of old in Morrowind as the chains bore mostly Khajiit and Argonian bodies.
Ai-Do spent the waxing years of his early adulthood in Slaver chains, he was constantly passed around and trudged from one Manor to another of possible Slave Buyers, but no matter where they went, how they went there, or who they came to, Ai-Do was never bought. His "runt" complex, or "kitten" complex figure was still very much with him in all aspects. He was skinny, frail-looking, and of course malnourished by slavers. He spent the days culling his own thoughts. This often brought him to a chamber in his mind that he didn't know existed, because he begged, pleaded, and screamed within his skull to be bought. He never in his right mind thought he would wish someone would buy him, but the day had come that his very character was remolded. When the end of the line came, and there were no more potential buyers, the slaves were relocated to a small place on te outskirts of what is left of Vvardenfell, and they were transported into Balmora. Balmora was a brilliant recreation of what it once was and was thriving in the ashen remnants rout in destruction. It made sense that the slaves would be brought here, Balmora was one of the least policed cities since the eruption, and even before the Eruption Balmora had many frowned-upon organizations and activities running about. The slaves were taken into the ashen coated city and forced down into a ruin beneath the ground and the ash, the building itself was the remnant of an old Dunmeri-only public club they used to hold meetings in. It had been mined out and temporarily repaired inside to house slaves, animals, and co-workers. He was left inside a half-built nook/cage cross for several before they even tossed him some stale bread, and after that it was another few days before he could even hear anyone near his cage. The days passed, seemingly vague with depression, pain, and anger. Ai-Do grew every day in his cage, his voice changed from that of the quiet vagrant to the enraged beast. Whenever a person came by, in the rare times they did, he would become a cynical man bound only by chains and mortality. This never stopped his mind, for he always wielded his mentality and his sanity.
A few years passed and his captivity was turned into a slavery, but not for a buyer, but the slavers themselves. He worked in the nearby Ash Farm for the Slavers along with the rest of the unsold workforce. His years of working on the farm in the musty warmth of the ashland caused each day to be a rigorous workout that would mold him into a toned man of decent stature, but it was not enough to prepare him for what was to come in the next year.
The end of the year came and his time as an Ash farmer was over, not by his own will though. The slavers pulled him from the fields and led him across the river to the other half of Balmora. They passed a few of the new houses and ducked down into a small cellar-like structure that led to, once more, hollowed out and renovated remnants of Old Balmora. The structure was a series of side-by-side houses hollowed out which now held a series of cages, as the first structure did, but was entirely open and held a large stone-crafted ring in the center with wooden pikes that were short, but extremely thick, encircling the area. Blood was splattered along the room and it's cages, some of which held blood soaked men and mer of all types. Ai-Do took no more then a second to put two and two together, and he was angered more so by the idea rather then the sight. They had moved him to their very own pit, and he was the newest recruit to the roster of entertainers.
A few more years passed as Ai-Do was grid-locked into Slavery and combat against pit fighters and slaves. He fought fang and claw to survive, often times finding it hard to keep going, but throughout his time he grew stronger, angrier, and into a man with no regrets for the lives around him. He fought up until there were no slaves or fighters left except for himself, they pit him against animals for the longest time until they could get more to fill the cells, but what they didn't expect was an oddity among all things. They had captured a Sabrecat from Skyrim one month and shipped it to Vvardenfell. It went through several pits before they moved it to the pit in Balmora where Ai-Do. They told him they had found another cat to fight him, and he thought they meant another Khajiit, but when the day came and they placed him in the pit with a caged Sabrecat he grew worried, he was not afraid, but he was certain today would be his death. The slavers pulled a chain and released the cat's door, but it only walked out and silently stared into Ai-Do's eyes. Then a whispering voice entered Ai-Do's head.
"Take of this beast's blood, the crimson drink which will lead you to your freedom of the cages, and bind you to the call of the wild.
Ai-Do couldn't do anything, but lift his makeshift wooden club and stand frozen in his tracks. The voice was unknown to him and it's words were puzzling at first, but the words resonated in his soul and he seemingly knew what it asked. He dropped the club and stepped forward with raised claws. He sent his right and across the Cat's throat as it raised it's neck willingly to Ai-Do. He then leaned down and began to drink the blood that spilled from it's veins, but moments after his body writhed in pain and it occurred. He shifted, in one of the most painful transitions, into one of the rarest breads of Lycanthrope, a Were-sabrecat. This seemingly normal animal had been blessed with beast blood so that it could feed the true beast, it fed the true Ai-Do. His transformation turned him into a stalky, thick-figured, muscular beast with massive saber fangs that were sharp to the T, and outfitted with massive retractable claws that he used to climb out of the pit and slaughter the lot of Slavers above him. His new power granted him the means of escape and revenge he so truly deserved, but once he had escaped, he fled the town altogether and made his way to the docks where he stole a boat, made it from Vvardenfell to Morrowind's exterior, and then fled to Cyrodil. He has been living in Cyrodil since then, working odd jobs for anyone with the coin, and honing his beast blood to master it.
Sorry it has taken so long to get it up, on here guys. I have had this water problem the past several days and it has post-poned the finishing of my CS, but here it is finally.
^^ No problem, and I am glad it was accepted, I was a little nervous he was going to seem to vague or stereotypical of a nineteen year old hunter.
Of course we can, I am just unsure of how many rpers are exactly willing to join an Rp that would be this long if we did. I love the idea of doing both, it would be a good, long, rp full of writing and great times.
Character Sheet Outline
Personal information
Character Name: Marcus Hatfield
Nick-Name: Marc
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Birthplace: Nome, Alaska
Schooling
Year Level: Finished twelve years.
Favourite Subject/s: Physical Education, English Literature
Least Favourite Subject/s: Graphic Arts, Music/Instrumental
Occupation
Part-Time Job (If any): He is currently unemployed, but working on the practive of Taxidermy.
Job Description (If any): His practice in Taxidermy is the skill and practice of mounting skinned animal hides on replica stands, this means he mounts trophy kills.
Physical Characteristics
General Appearance:
General Characteristics
Current Goal: His current goal is to make a career out of what he loves, and he loves taxidermy.
Talents: Taxidermy, Archery, tracking, hunting, and some creative writing.
Fears: He fears that his goals will not be met, and that he will be unable to support himself, and those around him in his life.
General Personality: Marc is relatively easy going and is often just trying to keep everyone happy. He likes to keep the vibe between him and those around him upbeat and happy when he can to prevent any bad intentions or fights from occurring.
Inner Personality: His inner personality is a stronger sense of his general personality in some ways. He fights to prevent bad blood between people and vows to himself that os long as he is around everyone he knows will get along and he tries his hardest to prevent any fights he can.
Secret: This isn't a secret, if everyone knows.
Background
Biography: Marc was born in Nome Alaska, but three years after his birth his parents decided to return to Australia where his Mother's family lived. He has spent his life since then in Australia going through school, working through odd jobs, and making himself into the man he is now and is fresh out of school to start his life.
Other
Likes: Hunting, cooking, the company of others, and relaxing in the wilderness.
Dislikes: Being pent up for too long, fighting, and fast food.
Personal information
Character Name: Marcus Hatfield
Nick-Name: Marc
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Birthplace: Nome, Alaska
Schooling
Year Level: Finished twelve years.
Favourite Subject/s: Physical Education, English Literature
Least Favourite Subject/s: Graphic Arts, Music/Instrumental
Occupation
Part-Time Job (If any): He is currently unemployed, but working on the practive of Taxidermy.
Job Description (If any): His practice in Taxidermy is the skill and practice of mounting skinned animal hides on replica stands, this means he mounts trophy kills.
Physical Characteristics
General Appearance:
General Characteristics
Current Goal: His current goal is to make a career out of what he loves, and he loves taxidermy.
Talents: Taxidermy, Archery, tracking, hunting, and some creative writing.
Fears: He fears that his goals will not be met, and that he will be unable to support himself, and those around him in his life.
General Personality: Marc is relatively easy going and is often just trying to keep everyone happy. He likes to keep the vibe between him and those around him upbeat and happy when he can to prevent any bad intentions or fights from occurring.
Inner Personality: His inner personality is a stronger sense of his general personality in some ways. He fights to prevent bad blood between people and vows to himself that os long as he is around everyone he knows will get along and he tries his hardest to prevent any fights he can.
Secret: This isn't a secret, if everyone knows.
Background
Biography: Marc was born in Nome Alaska, but three years after his birth his parents decided to return to Australia where his Mother's family lived. He has spent his life since then in Australia going through school, working through odd jobs, and making himself into the man he is now and is fresh out of school to start his life.
Other
Likes: Hunting, cooking, the company of others, and relaxing in the wilderness.
Dislikes: Being pent up for too long, fighting, and fast food.
No, no. XD Sorry, Posh at the end of a sentence is similar to: "Pft, whatever."
My apologies for ill clarity.
My apologies for ill clarity.
Ok, everyone so we have got a decent number of people now to where we can all collaborate on the Plot.
Sword Art Online- In this Arc, if we choose this one, it will still be a death game and everyone will still be unable to log out, but the main Protagonist and Antagonist are not present. (Kirito, Asuna, Heathcliff, Silica, etc.) We will be players trapped in this game fighting our way through the floors to try and get out of the game and earn our freedom back. (I can't claim full originality for this Idea, as this idea has been used several times before by others.)
ALFheim Online- In this Arc, if we choose it, it will be much similar to the Sword Art Online arc in the sense that the main Protagonist and Antagonist are not present(Kirito, Asuna, Leafa, Oberon, etc.) Rather this game was released after the completion of Sword Art Online and is now filled with players. While it is an Alternate story with the loss of the original Arc's protagonists and antagonist, the main plot of the Game itself is still present. Everyone wants to reach the top of the world tree to gain the favor of Oberon the Faerie King and receive a great treasure. The reward for reaching the top is now a great treasure, rather then the original Arc's fable of becoming an Alf. Though this treasure does not have to be YOUR characters goal, and it doesn't have to be OUR groups goal. We as a group could have a completely different goal in-game.
The general idea- The general idea I want our rp to follow, no matter which Arc we choose, is that we as Roleplayer are going to play in-depth characters that take full advantage of the world. I want to actually spend some time working on details of the world, so we can use it to our fullest. Crafting is a big thing, as is getting better gear, and in both games very little light is shed on Crafting Material tiers, and Gear classification levels. In ALO, where the world is much more expansive, it would be easier to get more out of the world, but the SAO world has it's own things that are unique as well. Either way, I am happy with either one, and I am leaving it up to us as a group to collaborate on which arc we would rather do.
Sword Art Online- In this Arc, if we choose this one, it will still be a death game and everyone will still be unable to log out, but the main Protagonist and Antagonist are not present. (Kirito, Asuna, Heathcliff, Silica, etc.) We will be players trapped in this game fighting our way through the floors to try and get out of the game and earn our freedom back. (I can't claim full originality for this Idea, as this idea has been used several times before by others.)
ALFheim Online- In this Arc, if we choose it, it will be much similar to the Sword Art Online arc in the sense that the main Protagonist and Antagonist are not present(Kirito, Asuna, Leafa, Oberon, etc.) Rather this game was released after the completion of Sword Art Online and is now filled with players. While it is an Alternate story with the loss of the original Arc's protagonists and antagonist, the main plot of the Game itself is still present. Everyone wants to reach the top of the world tree to gain the favor of Oberon the Faerie King and receive a great treasure. The reward for reaching the top is now a great treasure, rather then the original Arc's fable of becoming an Alf. Though this treasure does not have to be YOUR characters goal, and it doesn't have to be OUR groups goal. We as a group could have a completely different goal in-game.
The general idea- The general idea I want our rp to follow, no matter which Arc we choose, is that we as Roleplayer are going to play in-depth characters that take full advantage of the world. I want to actually spend some time working on details of the world, so we can use it to our fullest. Crafting is a big thing, as is getting better gear, and in both games very little light is shed on Crafting Material tiers, and Gear classification levels. In ALO, where the world is much more expansive, it would be easier to get more out of the world, but the SAO world has it's own things that are unique as well. Either way, I am happy with either one, and I am leaving it up to us as a group to collaborate on which arc we would rather do.
Ba, quit your lying Hun. XD You are cute, and many other things, but not evil, posh.
XD That is how the truth works. <3
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