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Wachter

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a character in “Welcome to LAIOS Part II”, as played by Unwarranted

Description

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Real Age:
24
Occupation:
Accountant
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Appearance:
Graham is a rather tall fellow, from head to toe he stands at a height of 6'3". A bit stocky for his height, a steady combination of muscle and excess body fat, he weighs in at a total of 227lbs. His hair and eyes are his most captivating features. His hair a radiant, well kept blonde, the bangs parted to the right in the front. His eyes are a deep, golden hue, warm and inviting. As an accountant, he usually dresses in his professional attire, a long sleeve button up shirt ranging froma wide variety of colors, with a tie with the same variety, and matching suit jacket and pants. His favorite tie of mention is the smiley face tie he wears on Wednesdays to keep everyone in the office in good spirits.
Reason for playing LAIOS:
For Graham, gaming started out as nothing more than a hobby. A way to relax after long number-crunching hours at his firm without having to drag himself back out of the house to socialize. When he heard of LAIOS, a virtual reality world unlike any other before it, he couldn't help but buy it. Ultimately he found it to his liking, the first real gaming experience that offered him a complete escape from reality. Thus he focused more of his time into the game, giving up almost any chance he had at an actual reality social life.
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Pronounced: Vesh - Ta (German for "Guardian")
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Avatar Sex:
Male
Level at Start of Roleplay:
84
Race:
Demon
Element:
Fire
Class:
Hand-To-Hand
Role:
Solo Player
Occupation:

Guild:
Lunar Glade
Hex code: #FF0040

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In Game Appearance
The in game avatar is a little shorter, coming in at 5'11", and is a lot lighter, only weighing 140lbs. He is bald and well toned, a rather athletic build, something Graham had always wanted for himself. When he chose the Demon race at the beginning, he started out with a different appearance that developed as he progressed in level. What were once small rounded nubs are now smooth, jet black rounded horns that begin on his forehead, staying snug to his skull to a couple inches above the nape of his neck, just above the ear lobes. His wings, which began small and riddled with veins, like that of a bat, but he was able to customize them as he progressed, now they resemble owls wings, jet black as his horns, a little smaller than that of normal demons his level, allowing him for better maneuvering in airborne combat. There were also markings, they began as distinct flame like marks around his wrist, and by the time he had made it to level 84 they had gone completely up to his shoulders, and orange and black marvel of roaring flame. His armor is quite simple in terms of appearance. He wears hand wraps for his gloves, a steel chest piece, leg wraps and ninja tabi boots. Having chosen hand to hand combat as his class, he utilizes no weaponry, save for his fists. His chest piece is emblazoned in the middle with the symbol of his guild, a bold crescent moon.


Skills:
COMBAT SKILL - Jump Kick - The ability to kick an aerial monster hard enough to drop them to the ground. Only usable for hand-to-hand combat.

COMBAT SKILL - Comet - Allows a player to fly into the sky and come back down to create a massive explosion. Demon class specific and requires a lot of mp

OCCUPATION SKILL- Seeker - Is the ability to find items of rare value. The higher the level, the more the player can find some of the rarest items in LAIOS. This also allows the user to gain more items per fight. Currently level 80

OCCUPATION SKILL/OTHER - Acrobat - This is the ability to do a variety of moves like getting to hard to reach places and jumping higher than most people.

DEMON RACE SKILL - FIRE - Ring of Fire - Upon reaching melee range, roll to trigger trap. On success, creates a ring of fire around himself and his target, preventing the target from leaving melee range for 2 turns. Should the target retreat from the circle before it subsides, they must roll to see if they acquire the burn effect, damaging them over time.


Enhancements:
Gloves: Adds 25% Fire Damage
Body armor: 30% Magic Resist | 30% Damage Reduction
Leg Armor: Stamina Speed: 50%
"Liger Knuckles" Add 15% Lightning Damage | "Midas Gauntlets" Add Paralyses Counter
Boots: Avarage Speed 20%


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Likes:
Helping Others - Especially since the game became impossible to leave, it makes him feel a sense of security when he helps others, knowing that he is potentially sustaining someone's actual life.
Treasure Hunting - Taking it on as an occupation so he could find the rare treasures hidden throughout the game. If he has no use for them, he will often give them away to someone who could make use of them, or sell them and use the profits to further his guild or purchase items for others.
Music - Listening to music in the game relaxes him, helps him unwind and remember what it was like in the real world, when he wasn't trapped inside a game.



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Dislikes:
PK'ers - Again, especially since the game became life or death, he has a very strong dislike for people who are actually willing to take someone's life in order to gain profit in a video game.
Cockiness - There is no reason to throw your life away, there is always a way to beat the game, it's a game after all.
Giving up - Some people have actually submitted to this being their home for the rest of their lives, and he it irks him to think of their loved ones watching them wither away.



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Strengths:
Flight - His race gives him the ability to fly, thus giving him better exploration/aerial combat skills
Speed - Another gift of his race is a speed boost, giving him an edge in multiple scenarios.
Intelligence - His intelligence allows him to better assess situations and try to find the most effective solution
Magic Resistance - The last gift of his race, he has a 40% resistance to fire magic.



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Weakness:
Long Range Attacks
Hand-To-Hand resulted in him being 40% more susceptible to magic attacks
The fire element aspect of his Demon race has rendered him 40% more susceptible to water magic.



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Fears:
Dropping to 0 hit points
Being the cause of someone's death
Open Water



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Personality:
Strategic ღ Generous ღ Bold ღ Goal Oriented

Being a finance manager at an accounting firm, much of his actual personality carries over into the game. He is constantly trying to come up with better ways to budget his time, resources and guild functions. This pairs well with his occupation, given the rare items often have a fluctuating market value, and with his experience inside and outside of the game he is normally able to predict what items will go up or down in price. He was able to excel quickly in his guild via his strategy and comprehension for many of the game's aspects. In his time outside of the office, Graham was a bit different than he was in the game, being more of a homebody, willing to stay home alone rather than act like the social butterfly he is in the game. He feels a lot more comfortable behind the mask of the screen, as it gives him more of a sense of security.

Giving in to a different spectrum of his personality in the game, he is often actively asserting himself into social situations, trying to make himself and his guild more well known as people to come to for help, and one of the best hopes they have of getting back home to the real world. As much of the time he likes to keep himself serious and focused, he spends just as much time keeping people in good spirits, reminding them often that this is a game, and it can be overcome if they keep working at it.

Deep down he has always had the desire to help people, though his career may not be the best way of doing it, he tries to make up for it in the game now that the scenario has changed. To get as many people out of the game as possible without dying is his long term goal.

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History:
When Graham first started playing LAIOS, it was merely a way to escape the grips of reality for a while, and release some pent up aggression every now and again. Before the change he would have been considered a bit of a solo player, not bothering with associating with other players unless it was necessary. He got deeply involved with his one character progression, which is why he went with the Treasure Hunter occupation, to get better gear and more money. It was another office for him, a more fantasy appealing, adrenaline packed office.

That all changed when the GM announced the new feature, that anyone who dropped to 0 hit points would be permanently removed from the game, and promptly killed in the real world. At first nobody took it seriously, but once people weren't able to log out the feeling of being trapped started to settle in. This perhaps caused something to click in Graham that he needed to try and help others. Safety in numbers, so they say. When it became a struggle for survival he was more than willing to use his experience to make sure other people progressed. That is when he joined in with the Lunar Glade guild. They seemed goal oriented in finding a way out of the game with the least amount of killing possible.

Since then he has spent his time bettering his guild and environment. He is often searching for rare items with the hopes that he might stumble across another way out of the game, assuming the other way out was hidden in the same way a rare treasure would be. Whatever spoils he gains from his ventures are put into his guild, which often are used to either better equip the members or offer help to the players less involved.

Other times he will offer his spare time assisting the efforts of the Phoenix Blight guild. Though he may not agree with their desire to kill the GM, he knows that a backup plan is essential should they not be able to find the alternative exit.

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Face Claims:
Alphonse Elric - Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood
Saitama - One Punch Man

CS Design:
© By: FaddedFox ©
Played By:
By: Unwarranted

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So begins...

Wachter's Story

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Character Portrait: Goliath Character Portrait: Accido Character Portrait: ArcticFire Character Portrait: Psychedemo Character Portrait: Cain Character Portrait: Shade_Strider
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Occupation:
Alchemist // Tailor
Guild:
None// None
Level:
182 // 200
Hex Code:
#00008B // #388E8E
Location:
Vael Town




Seraph was probably the person most excited for the event even though he wasn't going to be down in the town actively participating. This was his first real event and he wanted everyone to enjoy it, even those that weren't taking part in the battles. It was almost time! The Game Master was grinning ear to ear as he peered down at the town from his perch on the balcony of a random house. He didn't have the high level of the acrobat skill to get up here but he was the game master so he had a few cheats he could utilize when needed; Like getting to places he shouldn't be able to. He wanted to be able to watch everything happen as they unfolded for the event and a high perch was the most advantageous. He smiled to himself and leaned against the balcony as he stared down at the center of town. Those that were going to participate were already gathering in anticipation. Some players had locked their doors and shut off the lights but he could see a few staring out their windows, interested in seeing what was going to occur.

"I thought I might find you here, Seraph," said a voice behind him.

Seraph sat up and looked behind him to see his favorite person in the world; Nightingale. She was the reason why he had locked the game the first time after all. He waved excitedly at her and rolled onto his heels and then back to his tip-toes. "Nightingale! I thought you weren't going to come into town because of the other betas that gathered. They are all here. But do you like what I have planned for the event?"

"Neither of us should be here and I advised you not to come, but I knew you'd come anyway. You never listen. And of course I liked the event. You did a good job," Nightingale answered with a small smile. Seraph really was like a child, her precious baby. She had to protect him should the other betas spot Seraph and turn their attentions away from the event and try a full on attack on Seraph. They would all have higher levels this time around and unlike Seraph, she couldn't see what level they were. It worried her a bit but Seraph was Seraph. He was still the Game Master and there was no way he'd be able to resist coming to the center of the activity in the game. She knew first hand how much he loved his players and everything he did was for them to enjoy. Who wouldn't want to see the results of their efforts?

"I had to come. Tonight is the event! I want to watch everyone. I want to know what I can improve on next time. I have already gotten a lot of feedback! I went a little overboard with decorations it seems," he chuckled and raised a hand to rub the back of his head. "And that is not fair, Nightingale. I do listen. I just decide not to follow your caution," he answered. He had to make sure everything was running smoothly after all.

The archer walked over to Seraph and reached out a hand to ruffle his hair then. She couldn't help the grin that played on her rosy lips when the boy blushed and tried to dislodge her hand. "Nightingale!" he called out exasperated and took a step back to try and fix his hair. He hated it when she did that. Nightingale on the other hand loved watching him get flustered. He was just too adorable. The Game Master huffed and crossed his arms. He glanced back at the center of the town. "It is almost time." Seraph took in a deep breath and closed his eyes to center himself a moment before he completely turned his back on his companion. When he opened his eyes, his once expressive gaze were blank, code rapidly flitting through the blue hues. It was time to send out the message that would initiate the countdown.

╚═╣Good evening all players, this is your Game Master. The first half of the event will be initiated shortly after this message. I hope you all have a happy holiday and enjoy the event. Before they spawn, here is some extra information for you. The monsters that will be appearing do not have a predetermined level. The level of the strongest player in your team will be determining the level of the monster for that party. This means that if the highest party member is level 100, the monsters will also be level 100. This is a feature set to give each group a fighting chance and the most exp. If someone joins your battle, the monster level will not change and both parties will get half of the exp. The party or soloist that kills the most monsters will be determined at the end of the event. Thank you for your patronage and enjoy the event!

--Game Master Time stamp December 24 11:58pm.
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Once the message had been sent out, Seraph blinked four times before his personality reemerged and he twirled in a circle and stopped to face Nightingale. He clasped his hands behind him and leaned against the balcony. "Will you be joining the event?" he asked her then.

Nightingale placed a hand on her hip and gave a nod. "Yeah. I think I will. This event is a good way to level up. I won't miss the chance. Meeting the other betas however will be quite the inconvenience. Good thing I have a few things to help disguise myself unless they directly come in contact with me," she mused. At least the betas wouldn't be able to attack her in town since she to was a PC. If they saw her here though, they'd immediately seek Seraph out. She had to stay on guard. "I guess I'll change," she mused and started to leaf through her equipment to pick out the best equipment for this event. She quickly put on her dark blue light armor with the crimson trimmings. A cape hung behind her and she tugged at her finger-less gloves to check the fit though she didn't need to and tapped her boots on the ground. It was a little cold for such a thin outfit but it was a game. She wouldn't freeze to death and it was only a little nippy. She equipped her second choice bow and arrows and caressed the pale blue feathers. She would use her rare item but if the betas saw it, they would recognize who she was immediately. She didn't need to use it. Lastly, she equipped her head gear that looked more like a winged masquerade mask that covered her entire face. Like the rest of her current outfit, it was a baby blue with red trimmings and the feathers themselves looked like they were dipped in blood. It might not look like much, but the outfit was reinforced with a variety of enhancements. That was one thing she loved about the game; you could wear clothing like this and still be well protected if you knew where to purchase and who to ask to craft them for you. Nightingale then hung her hair up in a messy pony tail and smiled at Seraph.

"Well, time to join the fray. I'll talk to you after the event, Seraph. I look forward to seeing what you have come up with."

Seraph beamed at her and gave her a wave. "Enjoy the event!" Nightingale used her acrobat skill to hurry away from the current balcony and took up her place instead on top of the tavern of Vael and readied herself.

7...6...5...4...3...2...1... The clock struck midnight and a firecracker shot up into the air from the center of town and exploded above the area as the bells rang. The sky was illuminated with red and silver lights from the fire cracker. Almost instantly, monsters began to spawn in the town all around the people standing there. Of course, they were all Christmas themed. There were tiny Santa Elves running about, Polar bears with ribbons and bells, China dolls and jack-in-the-boxes hopping about, and growly snowman clawing with their stick arms and angry expressions. At fist, they didn't attack anyone but after they finished spawning, they went after who ever was closest. Nightingale was quick to target one of the toy wolves with her arrow and took in a steadying breath before letting her arrows fly. The wolf howled and turned in her direction but using her rapid shot she was able to get some good hits in and the wolf couldn't reach her where she was so she had pretty easy pickings. She didn't want to win the event. She just wanted to gain experience so being solo made her a bit slow, but that didn't matter. She had a goal and wouldn't waver.

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Character Portrait: ArcticFire Character Portrait: Cain Character Portrait: Lucive Character Portrait: Wachter Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Man-O-War
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Occupation:
Chef

Guild:
None

Level:
117

Hex Code:
#05B8CC

Location:
Vael




”And so it begins,” Arctic mumbled as she drew Piàn from its sheath. It was nearly time for the event to begin. Despite being on the edge of town players had gathered on the streets in anticipation. She couldn’t help but be annoyed by all of them.

Seraph’s message about the monster mechanics came. She raised an eyebrow at the announcement that she’d be fighting monsters who were actually her level. Having an actual challenge would be quite nice considering she was too high level to get anything good from the normal monsters around Vael. It also meant that she would definitely not be joining a party no matter how much someone asked her. The other party members would notice the level of the monster and figure out that she was a higher level than any casual player could be. That would be very bad.

The only people she would willingly team with would be Augur and Cain. Cain wasn’t out of the question and the two might make a good team, but she had no idea where Augur was. She hadn’t seen him since that day… She smiled a bit as she thought of him. She’d had a crush on him ever since her internship, so she couldn’t help but perk up at the idea of finding him again.

However, her smile quickly faded as coding began to fill her vision. Crap, she thought as she instinctively looked at the ground to hide it from anyone who was near her. How could she have been so stupid? Of course her Beta ability would kick in for this! Seraph wasn’t changing anything, but due to him creating the event creatures new textures and colours were entering the world and subsequently letting themselves be known to her. However, she really didn’t need to know what was changing because she could (partially) see the monsters for herself. She cursed quietly, though thankfully this hadn’t been as bad as when he’d change the whole town to the Christmas theme. The amount of information that had flooded her eyes and mind was overwhelming and not something she needed to be aware of. Unfortunately for her, she was pretty sure there was no way to turn the ability off or make it selective. Woe was her.

As soon as the monsters stopped spawning, they began to attack the players. The information was still showing up in Arctic’s vision, as it couldn’t keep up with the sheer amount of monsters that had spawned. Tempted as she was to lift her gaze and fight the nearest monster, she didn’t want to risk another player seeing her. All she could do was try to speed up the process and hope Kuro could fend off a monster for a little back.

The monster closest to her was a polar bear. She could hear bells as it charged towards her. She could also hear the players and monsters around her due to her hearing. She cringed but quickly did her best to block the other players and monsters to just background noise. The sound of arrows and swords dissipated somewhat, enough that she wouldn’t be distracted by it. If someone decided to scream bloody murder however, she would definitely hear that. Perhaps she should have chosen a different race.

Kuro was doing his best to fend off the polar bear, but because it was Arctic’s level and physically larger than him, he was having a difficult time. As soon as he would land a blow the bear would swat a heavy paw at him, threatening to send him tumbling through the snow. Teeth bared, he lunged at the monster whenever the beast tried to go for his master. The result was a loss of health for the polar bear, but Kuro would eventually need Arctic’s help to take the animal down.

ArcticFire was still frozen in place however, more coding filling her vision. Good grief, did it really need to tell her about every single thing that had spawned?! Couldn’t it just say how many of each monster had spawned and where?! She resisted the urge to start yelling, instead focusing on moving the information along as quickly as it would go. It could go pretty fast, but the sheer amount of data it was giving her was the problem. She groaned when she suddenly felt herself sliding across the snow. The polar bear had landed a solid whack on her.

Now groaning from pain, Arctic stood up and held Piàn with both hands. Still partially blind, it took a large effort for her to focus her vision on it. She could hear it just fine, but vision was important too. She didn’t want to accidentally strike another player instead of the bear.

As it began to charge at her, Kuro jumped onto its back, digging his claws into the bear’s shoulders. It slowed down as it let out a roar of pain. Using the noise to determine where exactly its head was, Arctic quickly rushed at the bear using her Sliding Dash move and hit it on top of the head. Kuro continued to latch onto its back, biting its neck as Arctic slashed at it. Between the two of them the bear was downed soon after, though Arctic would have preferred it had been earlier. She was annoyed that she’d been hit right at the start of the event. That shouldn’t have happened and wouldn’t have happened if she was a regular player.

As if on cue, the coding finally stopped filling her vision and she was able to clearly see her surroundings. The fox couldn’t help but let out a large string of curse words as she began to fight the next monster.






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Occupation:
Blacksmith

Guild:
Phoenix Blight

Level:
82

Hex Code:
#5190ED

Location:
Vael - Phoenix Blight Guild Hall




"Good luck everyone! Remember to fight hard, work together, and most important-- don't let your HP hit 0!" the Phoenix Blight Leader yelled to the swarm of members as they departed the guild hall. "If you need shelter feel free to stay here and if you really need help, message me or Lucive!" Hopefully neither the leader nor the second in command With that being said, the last of the guild members who were participating in the monster killing event left the hall. Man-O-War closed the door behind them, sincerely hoping none of them would end up dead. He'd helped to organize groups of players based on their strengths and weaknesses. While many friends wanted to be together, having a party of all the same class just didn’t seem like a good idea to him. With more variety in the groups, he hoped they’d be able to make up for each other’s weaknesses and be successful with the event. He was still nervous about the lower level players though. Nobody knew what level the monsters would be. They could be level 40 or they could be level 140. If the latter was the case, the lower level players were totally screwed and he could only pray they’d be smart enough to hide in a building while others killed the monster.

His mind didn't want to think about all the possibilities should he have not advised the parties. He could just imagine players being savagely attacked. Perhaps some would be saved by the members of their party, but others wouldn't be so lucky. Monsters didn't stop until you were dead, he knew that much. His usual smile shifted to a frown as he thought of his friends, long gone but not forgotten by him. The jelly let out a long sigh before realizing one of the guild members was looking at him as he leaned against the door. War immediately perked up and trotted over to the player, a 6' tall demon. The dwarf was literally dwarfed by the other player, craning his neck to address the other young man. "Did you want to talk to me, Charles?”

The red haired demon looked down at his guild leader, also noting the irony present in the two of them conversing. He couldn’t help but grin as he spoke. “So what should the rest of us do since we aren’t fighting in the event?” To War this was a somewhat inane question. He was the guild leader, sure, but he wasn’t a babysitter. He was planning on going out soon himself. He sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to grind monsters and level up. He also wasn’t sticking around here running arts and crafts. However, War knew that he couldn’t get mad at the other player. Charles just wasn’t the most bioluminescent jellyfish in the bloom.

”Well, you guys are just going to have to stick around here because all the big bad monsters are out there,” he gestured to the door. ”But I’m sure you guys can all find something to do while the event is going on. You can talk, eat, sleep, read, make stuff. It doesn’t really matter as long as you are safe.” He gave the other player a big smile. Charles thanked him before wandering off into the building. War couldn’t help but groan. If he didn’t already have white(ish) hair he would definitely have it from the stress this guild caused him sometimes. Of course that would also require actually being in his own body, but there wasn’t much he could do about that for now. He wondered if he would be grey in real life by the end of this adventure— oh wait, he already was!

War chuckled to himself as he went to find Lucive. He didn’t have to go very far to find his loyal second in command. ”I thought us, Rakugo, and Wachter would make a good party,” he told Lucive as he opened up his friends list. He figured Lucive wouldn’t argue so without waiting for a reply, he sent a party invite to the other two players. He would have invited his good friend Seraph to join them, but it seemed that Seraph was not fighting in the events.

Yo, you’re welcome to join Lucive and I for the monster killing event that just started. There might be another player joining us to make us a full party. He wasn’t sure if the two players had met before, but he thought that the two shouldn’t clash too much. If they did, well, War would just deal with that when it happened. He absentmindedly swung his hammer like the pendulum of a clock as he waited for a response from Rakugo and Wachter.

The pre-event announcement came from the GM, announcing how the event would work. As soon as War saw that monster level was determined by the highest player in the party, his heart skipped a beat. While everyone in the guild was generally in the 60-80 level range, a few of this below 60 had wanted to participate in the event. He couldn’t remember at that very moment who was with who, but he knew there was a good chance he’d suggested a party that had a member way too low for a monster that was equal to the highest level player in that group.

As soon as the GM message was complete, War opened up his messaging system and sent a message to everyone in the guild, regardless of if they were participating or not. Ok everyone, I’m sure you got the GM’s message. Since the monster level is determined by the highest member of the party everyone needs to BE CAREFUL. If you are afraid you can’t handle a high level monster even with a party COME BACK TO THE GUILD HALL or JOIN ANOTHER PARTY. I want to see everyone back in the guild hall before the start of the next event so I know you’re all safe. War sent the message as quickly as he could so that his guild had time to read it. He was extremely anxious now, as he hadn’t been expecting this curveball. He hoped his advice made it to everyone and that they all read it. To know that he had formed a party that would potentially be the death of someone was an awful feeling.

The clock struck midnight and the event began. War just hoped that everyone outside was alright as he stood in his guild’s hall, awaiting a response from the mischievous fox and the fire demon.

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Character Portrait: Minuet Character Portrait: Wachter Character Portrait: Man-O-War
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Occupation:
Treasure Hunter

Guild:
Lunar Glade
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Level:
84

Hex Code:
#FF0040

Location:
Vael





"The HELL outta' my way!!" Wachter bellowed as he drove his fist into the gaping maw of a polar bear that had only moments before spawned before him, the impact caving its muzzle inward before sending it careening into the wall of a building some thirty feet away. The creature made no sound as it crashed into the wall, slumping forward when it was finally freed of the kinetic energy that propelled it.

Not wasting an opening, Wachter lunged forward with the inhuman speed of his race, closing the gap between him and the monster instantaneously. Thrusting his palm forward into the beast's chest, he slammed it once more into the wall, stopping it from making another attack.

Tightening his mouth into an angry frown, he threw punch after punch at the creature, hardly taking note of it's depleting health bar. Before long, a punch was thrown that dissipated the beast into a cloud of code before disappearing completely. Wachter snorted derisively, rolling his shoulders back and tilting his neck side to side.

The event had only started moments before, but already his muscles began to tense from battle. It was always hard to shake the fact that these beings could bring about one's demise, which he had witnessed time and time again since the game became impossible to leave.

Though it was Christmas, it hardly felt as such, apart from the somewhat cheery message that had been sent out by the GM before the start of the event. How dare that arrogant bastard insist they 'enjoy' the potential death that littered the event's intended goodwill.

"Christmas indeed..."

Suddenly, a new messaged flared into his sight. It was from Man-O-War, the guild leader of Phoenix Blight, offering him an invitation to his party for the duration of the event. For a moment he was compelled to accept, safety in numbers and that sort of thing, but the fact that the GM had structured the event so the monsters were of equal level to the highest leveled member of the party made him reconsider. He couldn't bare the thought of his progress resulting in someone's death. Prompting a response, he replied. "Thanks, but I think I'll stay solo for the event. I'm sure you'll understand. Let me know if you run into any trouble though, and keep your guard up." Sending the reply, he almost closed out of the menu before a daunting thought overcame him.

Minuet...

Minuet was a significantly lower level than he, and she didn't belong to a guild, and it worried him to think she would be joining others in battle who were already engaged with a monster of a significantly higher level. Pushing the most gruesome of thoughts from his mind, he scrolled through his active friends until he found her, prompting another message. "Hey, meet me in the center of town, would you? I got a rare ingredient from my last expedition, thought you'd want it." Though he did have an ingredient to give her, his true intentions were to be close by to her should his fears become reality.

Unfurling his owl-like wings, he kicked off the ground, and with two powerful strokes of his wings, was airborne. As he leveled off just above one of the building's peaks, he leaned forward, his wing strokes quickened, and he shot toward the center of town. "I won't join her party, that should keep the monsters at her level, and any that should spawn at my level, I'll lead them away and take care of them then."

Upon reaching the center of Vael, which was adorned with a rather large Christmas tree, he slowed the beat of his wings until his feet touched the ground. Immediately he was assailed by several snowmen that were gathered by the tree, their levels registering quickly from unknown to 84, his own level. With outstretched branches, one of them made an attempt to swipe at him, which he easily parried, batting the stick hand aside with his left, driving his right forward into its happy, carrot and coal laden face. The snow of which they consisted of was surprisingly compact, for the punch he threw would have beheaded an actual snowman. Another one of the GM's tricks, to be sure.

He retracted his fist in time to parry a blow from the second snowman, doing a backwards vault, his right foot colliding again with the snowman's compact head, before he performed several back flips, landing a few feet from his opponents. Holding his arm outright in front of him, he waved a come hither motion to the three. "Shall we?"

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Occupation:
Chef

Guild:
None

Level:
51

Hex Code:
#84c9a0

Location:
Kiss’s Home ---> Vael Streets





Mm, how long had it truly been since she had gotten to enjoy a home again? Minuet was comfortably curled up on a cushion on the floor before a short table, a ceramic cup held safely between her hands, steam rising from the lip to curl up into the air. A nice cup of tea~. Minuet smiled quietly to herself, enjoying the warmth on her hands and the gentle, sweet scent that emanated from the little treasure gripped in her fingers. Minna wasn’t entirely sure where Kiss was at that exact moment, but Minuet couldn’t help but simply lavish in the air that surrounded her fellow player’s home. It was cozy, especially with the snow that lined the windowpanes, and it was quiet, unlike the tavern they had been in previously. Luka was off somewhere as well, but Minuet knew that he would not be far, and furthermore that he would be behaving himself.

She was at peace, just keeping her own company for once in a safe place, without the looming presence of monsters, with four walls and a ceiling about her, with comforts and conveniences. She needed to get her own house, she really did enjoy this. Not to say that she didn’t love the way she lived already, out in the wildernesses with Luka, sleeping under the stars, but it would be nice to have her own place to call home. Minuet hummed quietly to herself, shifting a bit in the plush cushion that supported her player model, taking another sip of the peppermint tea. How festive everything was here~ she couldn’t help but admit that she delighted in it, despite how much she was actually missing in real life, and despite how much danger she was always in, being in this deadly game of rise and conquer. …Was there even actually a way out? What if they were stuck in here forever…?

Minuet shook her head resolutely. No, it would not do to think on such things. Of course there would be a way out- they would find it. There was no doubt about that. Perhaps it was just as easy as talking to the Game Master and convincing him to reintroduce the logout function. Well, hopefully it could be that easy, Minuet didn’t actually know who the Game Master was or what he was like. What if he was vindictive, evil? It might not be that far of a stretch, if he had trapped everyone in this game and was slowly killing everyone off….

Minuet took a focused sip of tea, a frown on her face as she pushed all of those thoughts from her head. Her fingertips tapped gently on the ceramic of the cup her hands were wrapped around. They would get out, whatever it took. She just hoped that Luka would make it out alright, in the end….

Speaking of both Game Master and her little companion, she suddenly heard a chittery growl from over in the next room, causing her head to turn towards the noise in curiosity. Not a moment later before a large banner appeared before her, announcing the beginning of the event and detailing its mechanics. Luka had sensed it, and was already slinking towards Minuet as smoothly as water, ears back against his skull and tail swishing to and fro. As he reached her, he slid forward into a laying position, pressed against the side of the cushion, tail still thrashing at the disturbance from the Game Master. However, it did not take long before his ears were suddenly perking up and a genuine curiosity filled his eyes as he leaned up and forward, nose wiggling as he sniffed the air, smelling the sweet scent of the tea in Minuet’s hands and wanting some. He did not ask either, suddenly hooking his little claws into the cushion to pull himself up onto it before clambering up Minuet’s side and down and arm to snuffle further at the little steaming cup. Minna laughed, finding cheer in her companion and he lapped at the drink, not minding one little bit. She was more than happy to share with him.

The event, though, she returned her attention to. So then, monsters would be determined by player level; that was thoughtful. It meant that everyone would be able to level, regardless of level. It did provide a bit of an intimidation, though, since those who partied up with higher levels would be faced with ferocious and fierce monsters of the same levels. I’ll just have to avoid the higher level players then, she gave a sheepish smile to herself, taking one hand to rub the back of her neck. However, in doing so, she shifted the support to her little cup, and Luka was actually kind of heavy, so it upset the balance, the cup tipping forward without her being able to do much about it at all.

A look of horror filled her face as it fell forward, no doubt going to spill and stain the perfectly good little wooden table in front of her. However, no liquid came out. Luka appeared to have drunk it all while she was lost in thought. A wry look filled her face as she shot her partner a look, one which he simply seemed to smile innocently up at her in response. It looked like she would have to make another cup of tea, although… it was probably about time to head out anyway so she could gain at least a few levels during the event. Besides, she wanted to see what the monsters looked like! Not to mention the drops.

Minuet placed the cup down on the table, intending to pick it up when she returned- perhaps she would make a meal for she and Kiss to share as well- and got up from her place on the cushion, Luka crawling up to settle on her shoulders in the meantime. She walked through Kiss’s house to the front door where her stuff was carefully tucked and put away, and she began to gather her things again. As she put on her cloak and fastened her halberd to her back, Minuet walked forward, and just as she was turning the handle of the front door, a message suddenly appeared in front of her face, causing her to pause. It was from Watch, telling her about a rare ingredient that he had found on his journeys that he had for her. An excited look filled Minuet’s face, and she almost bounced up and down with a huge smile on her face. It was always so exciting to find something new to cook with, not to mention how thoughtful it was of Wachter to do this for her. She would no doubt have to make a meal out of it for the two of them, perhaps Kiss as well, if she’d like to join them. She was sure she would, since it was a rare ingredient, after all.

Minuet quickly brought up a blank message, filling it out before sending it to Watch. ~”Mh, I’ll definitely be there! Excited to see you again, I’ll be along shortly!”~

With a cheerful smile to her face, Minuet turned the knob to the door and was quickly met with the cold air of the outside world. She stepped out, calling back behind her to Kiss, ”I’m heading out for the event, I’ll see you later!” before carefully closing the door behind her.

It did not take long for she and Luka to find the monsters that she sought. Players all over the place were locked in battle with all sorts of different creatures, ranging from snowmen to elves, reindeer, wolves, jack-in-the-boxes, and everything in between. There was such a wide variety! Perhaps she would have to deviate on her mission just a tad bit in order to do some battling of her own before meeting up with Wachter. Luka looked on with his own excitement from her shoulder, ears perked fully forward and eyes wide and attentive. He chattered excitedly, aching to get into battle as well.

She took a moment to send another message to Watch, letting him know that she may not be as quick getting to the town square as she had originally intended. She wanted to do some fighting along the way.



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Occupation:
Alchemist

Guild:
None

Level:
112

Hex Code:
#365c2e

XXXXXXXXXLocation:
XXXXXXXXXVael





Augur completed his perusing of the potion ingredient stall rather quickly, having picked up quite a few things. He was going to be making the most of this event, and he wholly intended to level from it as well, though gods knew how long that was going to take if the monsters were all going to be low levels like he thought they were going to be. Nonetheless, he had gotten what he needed, and, with a moment to watch Man-O-War pass by back to his guild- or so Augur surmised, as that was the direction the guild master was heading in- he turned, pocketing his items safely into his inventory and heading off for one of the quieter buildings in town.

With quick, purposeful strides, it did not take him long to find what he was after, and, after ducking into one of said buildings, he settled down at a table to begin making his elixirs. The interface was simple enough to do it anywhere, though granted potion-making was best done in herbology shops where a bonus could be given. Augur was a high enough level that the bonus didn’t do much for him in any case- his own skill far outmatched the small add-on, and as long as he did it properly, the potions would end up better anyway. He would need to make quite a few of them as well, as not only were they the main aspect of his combat, but with what he had planned, he would need a full arsenal. Lotty was crouched on the table off to the side, watching Augur’s hands work with half-lidded eyes.

It would only be a matter of time before the event started, but even then Augur would have time to keep making potions should he need to. He wasn’t planning on fighting right away- he never did. It was a game of observation- that was how he had always played it, being the beta for monster activity and aspects. Behavioral patterns, reactions, battle stratagem, he had learned it all with all of the monsters of LAIOS. It was exciting to be faced with new breeds during this event, and he very much looked forward to seeing and cataloging everything he found. Creature designs were probably one of his favorite things, he was well blessed in the fact that he had been chosen in this job as a beta; it was probably one of the only lights in this dark world.

Augur had gotten through quite a few potions, the sun shifting through the sky, when the message arrived from that damned GM announcing the event to be starting. Augur was admittedly surprised when he discovered that the monsters would match the levels of those who fought them. One might initially find it to be considerate of the Game Master, as it allowed people of all levels to participate in order to gain xp, but Augur also found it to completely discourage partying. Was it a sick and twisted ploy to present more danger to players, in so much as a town as well, where it would not be safe unless people hid in their houses or buildings around the town. There would be many dangers if monsters of multiple levels mulled about together. Did the GM foresee this at all? He would be going for realism, but at the same time, would he sacrifice it for safety? The creatures would be set to aggressive, and if there were more than one of them, who knew where the agro would land? He would just have to see.

This fact did prove beneficial to him, at least. This meant that he could grind to gain as many levels as possible. There would be no time for breaks once he began the chain of destruction, there would be no time to waste time.

Pushing himself up from the table, Augur grabbed his spear which had been leaned against the wall behind his chair, pulling on his jacket and offering a hand for Lotty to crawl up on before swiping the table with an arm to clear it of any remaining debris from his potion making. He walked from the table to the door, lifting a hand in farewell to the NPC who had allowed him stay in the building for so long. Should any monsters get too close, he would battle with them, but for now he would go through town to watch other players battle the multitudes as well as watch the monsters not in combat mull about in a docile manner. All aspects, agro or not, were important to note. Behavior was his ace, after all.

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Monsters ranged from toys to arctic creatures, as well as living decorations, holiday spirits, and snow incarnate. It was a good variety, he had to give the Game Master credit where credit was due. There were even some floating foods, of which Augur could only surmise would be dropping ingredients, probably to make Christmas dinners like those in the real world. It was another nice aspect, and while Augur would have liked to indulge in such things, he was no cook, and besides, he didn’t have anyone to spend it with. Cain was still missing, Arctic was who-knows-where, and he did not expect to be finding them any time soon. He could only hope that Cain was in town for the holidays, but even so, it was a big area, and luck was never on his side. Augur was hoping that the event would offer a global message to announce the winners, and perhaps he could get his name out there to at least let his fellow betas know that he was still alive. There would be thousands of players attempting the same though, so his odds were slim when facing so much resistance; still, Augur wasn’t one to back down from a fight.

Speaking of fighting, the time had finally come around that Augur was comfortable with engaging the holiday creatures himself. He had eyed up a number of species, and with his added perks as a beta, he knew their weaknesses already. Even better, he found what he had been looking for initially- pack monsters. He would take care of singles first, of course, to get into the swing of things, but he planned on taking on solo what was intended to be fought by parties of similar levels. It was the fastest way to level up, and while yes, rather dangerous, especially at his level, Augur was not phased. After all, he had done his homework. And besides, he wasn’t entirely alone. He had Lotty with him, and she was his failsafe.

His current prey was a huge golden ball ornament, its little cap decorated with tinsel and pine trimmings. Whenever it moved, little sparkles would follow it, showering the ground before disappearing into nothingness. It was much like a sprite or elemental that he had seen in games other than LAOIS, where there was a particle effect implemented into the creature model. As Augur neared, the monster level registered as 112 and the creature itself turned to face him, suddenly rushing forward with those little sparkles falling after it like a salt shaker. Augur shifted into a readied battle stance, legs shoulder-width apart and hook spear held in front of him with both hands. A wicked smirk teased across his lips, eyes harshening and muscles tensing in eagerness for battle.

Augur met the ornament’s first attack with a solid block, sliding back slightly from the force of his opponent’s forward motion, pushing fiercely against the shaft of his weapon in attempt to reach his form and do damage. Augur had other plans. Shifting his arms back minutely before straining his muscles, he pushed back against the monster with a new force, taking a large step back while the monster was forced away from him in the same motion before twirling the spear to gain momentum in his hands and aiming it forward to bring it crashing down upon the top of the ornament in a hacking motion. Sufficient damage was dealt and the opponent’s health bar was lowered.

It was weak despite its mimicked level. It was just in its design, though Augur did admittedly have the upper hand whenever fighting monsters, since he already knew their weaknesses to begin with. It only took about a minute and a half to dispatch of the high-leveled beast, and Augur was off again in search of his next piece of prey, eyes dancing with the glee of destruction.

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Occupation:
Treasure Hunter

Guild:
Lunar Glade

Level:
84

Hex Code:
#FF0040

Location:
Vael - Town Square



Stepping back slowly, Wachter kept his gaze locked on the several enemies in front of him, swatting away their relentless onslaught of attacks. Several times the attacks connected, causing a small jump in his health bar. He dropped his guard long enough to kick away one of the elf attackers, sending it tumbling into a nearby building before bursting into code and filling him with XP. Two more attacks connected with him, making him twist his mouth into a tight snarl, gripping the arm of the Jack-In-The-Box that had smacked him. With a jerking, twisting motion, he flung the toy over his shoulder, slamming it into the hard ground of the town square, a small cloud of snow dissipating as the monster burst into code. Wheeling back around to face his attackers, he realized maybe standing in the center of town wasn't the best strategy. It seemed that for every enemy he managed to get rid of, two more took their place.

"Come on! The lot of you! This can't be the best that your pathetic game master can muster!" The thrill of battle always put him in a more bloodthirsty state of mind, finding the more detached he was from the possibility of death the easier he was able to execute the controls. Rushing forth back into the thick of battle, he shouldered into one of the Elves, knocking it back into its comrades, momentarily slowing their advance.

The most frequent rush of XP was enough to bring him to the next level, and immediately the enemies around him were elevated to level 85. "Dammit..." He thought, now they were going to be even stronger. Not that they were much of a problem to begin with, but the more he fought in the center of town the more likely someone of a lower level was to wander into an area of higher leveled enemies. Suddenly, a message notification appeared in his lower right field of vision. It was from Minuet, stating that she would be along shortly. Dismissing the message, he glared at the small mob of enemies advancing on him. Two wolves sprang forward simultaneously, baring their fangs as they made to sink them into his flesh.

He swung his leg around in a wide arc, colliding with the wolf on the left with the roundhouse kick, knocking it to the side as the wolf sank its teeth into his arm. He winced as pain shot through his forearm, attempting to wrench his arm free of the beast's maw. It was no use, the wolf had its jaw locked tight, and his HP was depleting sliver by sliver.

Before the other enemies could get close enough to attack, he threw his free hand outward. "Stay back!" He commanded, activating his racial ability Ring of Fire. Suddenly, a thin line of fire burst into existence, forming a ring around himself and the wolf currently attached to his arm. Now that that was taken care of, he began his assault on the enemy inside the ring with him. It took several punches to dislodge the creature, and he noted to use a health potion after he had finished him off. A couple of the elves attempted to enter the circle, but the flames singed them and propelled them away.

Now he stood facing off against the lone wolf trapped within the circle. It bared its fangs before lunging for him again, this time he was ready. Standing in the same position, he jumped in place, hoisting his legs up to the height of his chest before kicking them both out with as much force as he could muster. He felt his heels collided with the wolf's chest, the creature exploding on contact into code. Quickly, he opened his inventory and used two potions to restore his health back to full, just as the ring of fire's timer ran out. The flames were snuffed out as easily as they came into existence, and the fight was back on. "Gotta clear these bastards out before Minuet shows up. If they keep spawning at this rate, it isn't going to be safe for her to come to the square unless I leave."

Several of the elves, now accompanied by two freshly spawned snowmen circled around Wacther, their innocent grins somehow coming across as a menacing threat. Crouching down slightly, he fanned his wings out wide, preparing to take off. Lunging forward with a burst of speed, he grappled one of the snowmen on his ascent, carrying the monster with him as he went higher, higher, and higher still, each beat of his wings carrying them a few more feet. When he reached his zenith, he called upon the powers within his reserve, channeling the mana required to perform his Comet attack. Suddenly his whole being seemed to burst into a bright yellow and orange flame, coating both him and the snowman completely. The blaze did nothing to melt the snowman, further reassuring him that these things were not made from actual snow.

Then, he plummeted, at full speed towards the ground, the fiery mass that consumed them raging toward the surface. He clung to the snowman the entire way down, until just before they hit the ground, then released him. Upon impact, the flames that once coated Wacther exploded outward, rippling and roaring across the square, consuming all the enemies in it's path with it's flaming maw. The snowman he landed with was most definitely eliminated, as were the several elves that lingered too close to the attack. Steadying himself, he took a moment to catch his breath and pop several mana potions. That attack was convenient, but had he not had a hefty supply of mana potions he would have been at the mercy of his slow mana regeneration rate.

Opening his inventory once more, he chose his Liger Knuckles as weaponry and equipped them, a pair of electric blue and black knuckles appearing on his hands. They appeared to be surging with electricity, small sparks jumping between them and the ground and dispersing into the game. Remembering he had received a message from Minuet, he opened his message log to reply. "Right, sounds good. Take your time, I've got plenty here to keep me busy. Just be careful, ok?" Sending the message, he clasped his right shoulder, rolling it several times to make sure nothing residual was left from the wolf's bite. "Sleep in heavenly peace you sons a bitches..."

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Occupation:
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Level:
117

Hex Code:
#05B8CC

Location:
Vael




Having downed that irksome polar bear monster, Arctic set her sight on one of the toy creatures. It was a rather innocent looking China Doll, smiling down at her. How is this a-- OH MY GOSH, Arctic thought as she observed the door, its face abruptly becoming demonic. Alexandra was a fan of horror movies, but it still didn't make her immune to a jump scare. The doll charged at her, prompting her to toss her sword to the side and take a diving roll towards it as the monster approached. Its attack missed as it slammed a hand down onto the ground where she had been. Grabbing Pian, Arctic rose to her feet and took a slash at the doll.

Meanwhile, Kuro clawed at the back of it. Arctic took another swing before narrowly missing the monster's hand hitting her. The monster decided to turn its attention to Kuro, who was still furiously clawing at its back. It spun around, sending the tiger flying into a pile of snow. The fox girl took another slash at the doll while it still had its back turned.

"Hello Arctic!" an all too familiar voice called. Arctic rolled to the side, dodging another swipe of the doll's hands. "Want help? If not, too bad, you've got it!" With that being said, Cain cast a healing spell on her. She was thankful that he'd decided to help her, not that he could really go along with anyone else, but she couldn't help be feel annoyed that he hadn't showed up while that damn polar bear was attacking her.

"Thanks Cain!" she called to him as she dodged another attack. Arctic continued to alternate between dodging and hitting the monster. Kuro joined back in on the fight, pouncing on the demon doll and clawing at it. It wasn't long before the doll fell, showering Arctic with EXP and coins.

It was far from a time to celebrate, but this little reunion between her and Cain called for at least a brief hug on her part. Before they could encounter any other monsters, the arctic fox ran to the priest and gave him a hug. She pulled away quickly, not wanting to be attacked by any nearby monsters. Joining a battle ready Kuro, Arctic selected their next victim-- a snowman.






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Occupation:
Blacksmith

Guild:
Phoenix Blight

Level:
82

Hex Code:
#5190ED

Location:
Vael - Phoenix Blight Guild Hall




It wasn't long after War had sent the guild his urgent message when he received a reply from Wachter. "Thanks, but I think I'll stay solo for the event. I'm sure you'll understand. Let me know if you run into any trouble though, and keep your guard up." The Jelly King didn't reply, not wanting to distract Wachter if he was already out fighting. He looked at Lucive, sitting calmly but surely ready to go out and fight. No doubt the Jelly Prince would come up with a plan on how to attack the monsters strategically. War was much more of a "let's run in and kill everything" kind of guy, but his time spent in LAIOS was opening him up to less chaotic ways to go about attacking. He knows stealth and strategy was an option, but Nathan had always been more interested in watching things go boom or doing some sort of shenanigan. The whole planning before attack was still a different experience for him.

Lost in his thoughts, War was surprised as a red tail draped itself infant of his face, tickling his nose in the process. Eight other tails soon found a place around his little dwarf body, a telltale sign that Rakugo was present. "Hello to you too," War told the kitsune as he accepted the party invite. Honestly, War had little idea what Rakugo had told him last night, given the information was always delivered in riddles. The fox had spoken of another kitsune, but that was really all War could figure out at the time. He was a little preoccupied with the upcoming event, but nonetheless enjoyed Rakugo's company and eccentricities.

Man-O-War tossed his hammer in the air and then caught it, repeating this a few times as the red fox took an interest in Lucive. They would make a spectacular pairing and War would be happy if they could just flirt with each other instead of him. He didn't swing that way, but it didn't stop either of them from subjecting him to some very awkward moments. "It's just Lucive," War told Rakugo with a grin as he walked over to the guild hall doors. "His effect on you will wear off pretty soon," he commented with a laugh as he opened the door. Had the dwarf been any taller, he would have gotten an arrow in either his head or chest. Fortunately for him, the arrow whizzed over his head before clattering to the floor. Someone needed to learn not to aim at doors.

The jelly stepped out into the monster and player filled chaos of Vael, waiting until his two companions were outside before closing the door. "Let's do this!" he cried, running and attacking the nearest level 0 monster. Its level changed to 84 to match Rakugo's. The monster, a giant toy soldier turned toward him, crossbow in hand instead of a gun. It took aim at him, but the little dwarf dodged by rolling on the ground. As Lucive began attacking the solider as well, it turned its attention to him. This gave the little dwarf enough time to launch himself into the air. With his pink hammer in hand, he gave a powerful swing as he sailed past the monster's face. Of course, he could have done the same thing at its feet, but where was the fun in that?