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STATUS: And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists. 2 yrs ago
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Prepare for the Tiefling Adept Rogue.
S'up maggots.
Well it should be fine as long as the Kings don't need minions under them.
Otherwise we're already in a bit of a pickle.
Otherwise we're already in a bit of a pickle.
Komamisa said Pixiv Fantasia
Tentative... I've got my hands in plenty of RPs, but always room for something of this nature.
The moment the word left his lips, he felt the rooftop give away to nothing under him. His eyes widened as he began to fall, all while noticing Yuno had seemingly disappeared. The urge to panic tried to rise for a moment before it was crushed ruthlessly by both training and experience. Wincing at the sudden change from pitch black to a wide landscape, Adam still managed to land on his feet as he dropped down to a crouch. Still trying to clear the stars from his vision, he nevertheless did a quick survey of his surroundings. ‘Well fuck,’ summed up his thoughts for the situation about as aptly as possible. He, and others if the strange portals and the black haired girl were any indication, had been dropped god knows where.
His musings were all pushed away with the appearance of various ‘notifications’, appearing before his eyes much like the offer had done so; [Maou’s Mind] and [Maou’s Body]. A quick read of their description brought up the urge to facepalm for Adam. Instead of doing so, he sighed and simply accepted the situation for what it was. [Maou’s Mind] was partially to blame, but Adam liked to think that he would have done much the same even without the ‘ability’, given a bit of time. In short, he had accepted the task of being resurrected as a Maou, or Devil, and was now thrown into something akin to a game. What role he was to play? Well he wasn’t quite sure just yet, but the most recent ‘notification’ would probably help in explaining things.
“How quaint,” he muttered as he scanned the latest bubble, [Tutorial Quest: What the Heck is Going On?!] At least whatever had caused all this was nice enough to lay a few things out afterwards. There was too much to think about right now, so scratching his head he figured it would be best to finish up the ‘quest’ first. Standing up, he brushed the dirt from himself and sighed in some modicum of relief. Despite gaining [Maou’s Body], his appearance didn’t seem to have changed. He would need a mirror to be sure, but it was something at the least. Looking around at the others, he figured waiting for them would be better than simply walking off into the ruined castle alone.
His musings were all pushed away with the appearance of various ‘notifications’, appearing before his eyes much like the offer had done so; [Maou’s Mind] and [Maou’s Body]. A quick read of their description brought up the urge to facepalm for Adam. Instead of doing so, he sighed and simply accepted the situation for what it was. [Maou’s Mind] was partially to blame, but Adam liked to think that he would have done much the same even without the ‘ability’, given a bit of time. In short, he had accepted the task of being resurrected as a Maou, or Devil, and was now thrown into something akin to a game. What role he was to play? Well he wasn’t quite sure just yet, but the most recent ‘notification’ would probably help in explaining things.
“How quaint,” he muttered as he scanned the latest bubble, [Tutorial Quest: What the Heck is Going On?!] At least whatever had caused all this was nice enough to lay a few things out afterwards. There was too much to think about right now, so scratching his head he figured it would be best to finish up the ‘quest’ first. Standing up, he brushed the dirt from himself and sighed in some modicum of relief. Despite gaining [Maou’s Body], his appearance didn’t seem to have changed. He would need a mirror to be sure, but it was something at the least. Looking around at the others, he figured waiting for them would be better than simply walking off into the ruined castle alone.
Ah.
A raised eyebrow, a slight tilt of the head, and a noncommittal shrug. Three simple gestures that promised nothing from the student giving them. Veili hadn’t bothered himself with the opening ceremony the past two years, and unless something truly spectacular decided to happen he didn’t see himself attending this year’s. Unfortunately for her, Elizabeth’s threatening tone didn’t fall under such a category. Shaking his head at her ‘antics’, he watched her round the corner before finally sighing. The year was proving to be interesting at the least, and with that in mind, he too left the empty hallway behind.
Chuckling when he saw the parted students only just refilling the gap that Elizabeth had no doubt left in her wake, Veili walked forward and the student body once again pushed aside for him. It helped him for a while before he reached a point where his and her paths differed. At that point, his hands slipped into his pockets, his posture slouched a bit, and his gaze sharpened. He wouldn’t have been out of place in the seediest parts of any city, amongst others with the same presence. Wisely, students shuffled away from him, pressing closer to one another, in an effort to let him quickly pass by.
Eventually the crowd of students spread out into smaller groups walking the Academy’s paved paths, and intimidation was no longer necessary to have ample room for himself. Stifling a yawn, the deep breath he drew afterwards carried the smell of a fresh breakfast. The Academy’s dining hall was quite busy and Veili clicked his tongue in annoyance. The line would probably be long, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Chuckling when he saw the parted students only just refilling the gap that Elizabeth had no doubt left in her wake, Veili walked forward and the student body once again pushed aside for him. It helped him for a while before he reached a point where his and her paths differed. At that point, his hands slipped into his pockets, his posture slouched a bit, and his gaze sharpened. He wouldn’t have been out of place in the seediest parts of any city, amongst others with the same presence. Wisely, students shuffled away from him, pressing closer to one another, in an effort to let him quickly pass by.
Eventually the crowd of students spread out into smaller groups walking the Academy’s paved paths, and intimidation was no longer necessary to have ample room for himself. Stifling a yawn, the deep breath he drew afterwards carried the smell of a fresh breakfast. The Academy’s dining hall was quite busy and Veili clicked his tongue in annoyance. The line would probably be long, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Doing rounds around the town quickly grew dull for Feron. The residents didn’t approach him as they did to some of the other Slayers, and he himself didn’t mind. At most, he offered them a curt reply or sharp nod as acknowledgement and that brief interaction was enough to drive many off. The distance was only so long and, even carrying his weapon, Feron didn’t tire easily. His mind grew bored and wandered far before, and soon enough he paused his patrol.
Peering into the sea of trees that surrounded the road to Irontown, he shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. The bandits were many, but he guessed they would be in hiding now. It just wouldn’t be profitable for them to try their luck with so many Dragonslayers arriving at the settlement, but then again... there were always idiots.
Turning away from the main road, he wandered around seemingly without much direction until he had found himself back at the inn. The atmosphere of the town did little but sour his mood. There was a sense of despair and defeat in the air, even with the arrival of Dragonslayers. Hope found nowhere to take root, not without a demonstration that life would get better for these folks.
Grumbling to himself, he set the warhammer and his trio of stakes down against the inn’s walls as he entered the building again. Aside from patrolling the town’s perimeter there wasn’t much Feron could do and that rankled him a bit. So it was good that the first thing he caught when he stepped into the inn was, “I'd suggest waiting until we have one or two more people to join us, though. From my impression of the place, there's a lot of dragons out there. Don't want to get jumped by a group of them and not have the fire-power to get out of there alive, after all.”
He walked over to the gathering around the Dragonslayers and surprised the ring of villagers with a light tap on the shoulder. Unsurprising, given how he had made no sound with his approach, a rather impressive feat with how wooden floorboards liked to creak at the most inopportune of moments. With a fair number of the residents staring at the hulking man that had made his presence known, Feron stated, “I will join this expedition.”
Peering into the sea of trees that surrounded the road to Irontown, he shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. The bandits were many, but he guessed they would be in hiding now. It just wouldn’t be profitable for them to try their luck with so many Dragonslayers arriving at the settlement, but then again... there were always idiots.
Turning away from the main road, he wandered around seemingly without much direction until he had found himself back at the inn. The atmosphere of the town did little but sour his mood. There was a sense of despair and defeat in the air, even with the arrival of Dragonslayers. Hope found nowhere to take root, not without a demonstration that life would get better for these folks.
Grumbling to himself, he set the warhammer and his trio of stakes down against the inn’s walls as he entered the building again. Aside from patrolling the town’s perimeter there wasn’t much Feron could do and that rankled him a bit. So it was good that the first thing he caught when he stepped into the inn was, “I'd suggest waiting until we have one or two more people to join us, though. From my impression of the place, there's a lot of dragons out there. Don't want to get jumped by a group of them and not have the fire-power to get out of there alive, after all.”
He walked over to the gathering around the Dragonslayers and surprised the ring of villagers with a light tap on the shoulder. Unsurprising, given how he had made no sound with his approach, a rather impressive feat with how wooden floorboards liked to creak at the most inopportune of moments. With a fair number of the residents staring at the hulking man that had made his presence known, Feron stated, “I will join this expedition.”
IVIasterJay said
I read the thing on the sweepers, but I don't understand why they exist. A lot of the assassin perks only work if they kill unsuspecting targets, and combat against other players is the point of the game, so how is an assassin supposed to without being taken out by the sweepers?
Well they're supposed to concerned about the people who harass lower-level players. Basically the Deep Ground equivalents of level 80 World of Warcraft players heading to a starting zone, killing all the guards and then slaughtering every new player there.
Which is fine and dandy because that is literally a scumbag move, even if it is effective at racking up wins. Not sure if there's a system in place that makes such an act pointless, ie, fighting opponents a level or two below your own doesn't count. There should be though, cause if there isn't it basically encourages noobie farming.
Given how all three characters involved with the Sweepers are either psychopaths (or at least bordering on it) or a heir to a criminal empire who's basically using it as a cover for her own plans, yeah...
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