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Daertalmos Online

Daertalmos

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a part of Daertalmos Online, by ~Living-Dead Doll~.

The world of Daertalmos.

~Living-Dead Doll~ holds sovereignty over Daertalmos, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://swordartonline.wikia.com/wiki/sword_art_online_wiki http://dothack.wikia.com/wiki/.hack//wiki celtic and other mythology lore

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The world of Daertalmos.

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Licht [3] "Stuck in a virtual world, or living in paradise? I'm a glass half-full kinda guy myself. I'm sure there could be worse things."
Aoife [3] "'Long Arms,' while an accurate descriptor of my weapon of choice, is a rather bland title. I would much prefer it if you referred to my profession as 'Paladin.'"

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After hours of waiting for the download to complete, the game is finally ready. You type in your username and password before slipping the headgear on. A welcome screen comes up and hopes you enjoy your game. Next, you are forwarded to a screen to create your character. There is a blank character in the center of the screen, with two boxes hovering in the center at the top. One box is blue 'Male', then other is pink 'Female'.
To the top left of the screen, you have three options to choose from as the race of the character. As you click each one, a box underneath that one explains a little about the race and the available classes. On the right, you are able to select the class that is available to the race selected, with information about that class.
Once you have decided, the next screen is filled with options to customize your characters appearance. As you scroll down the list, you realize you can customize everything from highlights in your characters hair, to shoe size. In the top center, there is a spot for your characters name. On the right side at the bottom, is a box that has facts about your race that could help with appearance and the name.

Finally, your character is perfect and the screen goes blank.
"Make sure to get comfortable." An angelic voice whispers, as a timer appears, counting down from twenty.
You feel yourself floating, as the headset kicks on. You can smell the various scents of the town, feel the gentle breeze against your skin, and taste the crisp morning air.

"Welcome to Daertalmos"



The screen goes black. Slowly, a glowing orb moves closer. After a moment, one could recognize the orb as a planet much like Earth. A voice-over begins to explain the lore of this world, while showing zoomed in cut scenes of each addition to the planet.

"In the beginning, there were several gods and goddesses who lived in Ait Naofa, a heavenly place for the gods. After several hundred years, the Goddess Airnmid became lonely, being the only woman in Ait Naofa who could not bare children of her own. She spoke with her fellow gods and decided to create a world to watch over. Though she could not bare children, she would find purpose and show love to the world, and it's creatures. It was with love and compassion that she build the foundation of the world with, and named it Daertalmos.
As a gift for her sister, Nantos a forest Goddess of Ait Naofa, created homes for the future creatures by growing the forests, valleys, and mountains. After seeing the beauty his wife had created, Farraige created the waters of the world to hydrate the earth and give a home to even more creatures. Their son, Cern, created the animals of the world. Finally, when the world was ready, Anuside create the race of elves for his wife Airnmid, giving her children to watch over.

The Elves were close to nature and had a high affinity to the Gods and Goddesses. It was a race of tall, peaceful, and nearly immortal beings. They build in the largest forests, on the side of magnificent mountains, and even some lived in underground cities. Their lives were chosen and planned out for them by the gods. The gods ordered worship and told the Elves to cultivate the land, respect the spirits of the forest, and take care of the animals that inhabited it before them. Being a peaceful race, they had no worries of war or strife. Indeed those days are known as the Golden Age to most Elves, as it was a simple peaceful life, before any war.

Vyrlo, God of the Netherworld, watched as the Gods in Ait Naofa created and populated this new world. He too, had been planning on creating a world with creatures for his own purpose. With the problem of building the world itself out of the way, he took this opportunity to create a race of his own. They were to be a race that countered the purity of the Elves, however his plan backfired and they were not the evil he wanted. Instead, the Duneil were a race of neither good nor evil, but a race of balance between the two. Furious with his mistake, he tried to destroyed all of the creatures, turning them into chimeras who knew nothing but destruction.

Cern was fascinated with the Duneil and became furious at how Vyrlo could destroy them. After explaining the magnificence of the Duneil to Airnmid, she agreed to protect them. Nantos sheltered them in her forests, prohibiting Vyrlo from destroying them. Cern became their chief God, for the compassion he had shown them.

Bitius, a lower god who helped Cern, watched the Elves for several centuries. He soon started to pity them, for their had no choices in the lives they lived. Though he could not change their lives, he decided to create his own race, a free race in their image. This is when he created the race of Humans. They were a race of freedom from the Gods who hovered over them. Their lives were shorter then the Elves, making what time they had important. In the beginning Bitius was proud of his creation. They formed their own thoughts, paths, civilizations, and some even had the Gods in mind and were spiritual beings. Being free from the ideals and paths of the Gods, they had to make their own decisions.

It wasn't long before he saw the error in his creation. They were not pure like the elves had been. They had greed, jealousy, and cruelty in their hearts. They felt no remorse when they waged war against Elves and Duneil, forcing them from the homes they had lived in for so long.
Bitius felt ashamed at the chaos his creation was making. To correct this error, he pleaded with Airnmid and Anuside for help. However, they told him he must guide his creations.

Feeling sorry for his friend, Cern agreed to try and help Bitius. To create a middle race, they mixed their magic and created the race of Duinehithe. This race lived was spiritual like the Elves, however had the freedom of the Humans. They were half animal and half human.

Despite the gods thinking the Elves were perfect, there was a flaw in their plan.The Elves became conceded and looked down on the other races. In their eyes, they were superior to all other races. Wars were raged to keep the humans at bay, and to exterminate the 'abomination' of the Duinehithe. The world of Daertalmos fell into a state of civil war.

Though the races held disdain for one another, a new threat was coming. Vyrlo was planning on destroying everything. Slowly, he his malice began to seep into the animals of Daertalmos, changing them into horrific monsters. Next, he created the races of evil, to kill all the Gods had worked hard to create. In desperation, as they were losing the war, the races of Daertalmos joined together to defeat Vyrlo.

It is up to you to help the Gods now, or let Vyrlo take control of the world as we know it"


The screen changes to show an aerial view of the town known as Faclarebal. Within seconds, you are seeing the world in the eyes of your character....

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"Trapped in a game? I guess this had to happen sooner or later."


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The perks to being a beta tester for this game were quite plentiful, Licht had noticed, though there could be some discrepancy between people as to which benefit was the most obvious. For him, it was the fact that he was 14 levels higher than most everybody else in the game at the current moment, and he also knew exactly where to go to get started. Others may point out their flashy armor and abundance of restorative items. To each their own in this regard. But Licht planned on making use of this advantage and no sooner than he had spawned, adjusted to the odd feeling of being in a different body, did he head off to the city to find quests. After all, with him being 7 levels above the monsters in the forest, it wasn't optimal to try to farm them for experience unless he wanted that to be the entirety of his day (although nobody could say farming in this game wasn't significantly more entertaining than others).

Walking whilst also perusing through his "Completed Quests" tab in his menu was actually a difficult endeavor. In the very first 3 minutes of his life in this new virtual world, Licht could swear he could identify at least 20 different people by the physical imprint of their shoulder into his and that was a bit frustrating given his attempts to browse the list of quests the game had auto-completed for his own convenience. It would be quite redundant for a level 15 doing level 3 quests, after all. But with all of these players scurrying about as if they were critters in a forest (and some might be, given the right race selection and destination), the task was neigh impossible to achieve. Eventually he had grown smart and had realized that he would not be accomplishing his personal mission anytime soon. With a sigh and a shrug, he closed the menu and picked up his pace.

"Wow."

Licht's mouth hung wide open as he entered the city. The sheer amount of people and the cacophonous noise of a multitude of different conversations, footsteps, and general actions all simultaneously gave the city a life that one could swear was entirely real. It really was. These were all different players who were perhaps purchasing, chattering, or otherwise interacting with other players so it technically was real. Real as anything else in the world in most ways, and that simple fact had astonished Licht. The size of the beta testing pool was nowhere near this big, so this was his first time experiencing a true city in this game, this world.

Of course it would be another butting of shoulders that snapped him back to his virtual sense. He gave a raised eyebrow when, before he could actually open his mouth to say something to the guy, he was glared at and called "rude", despite it being entirely that man's fault for running into him. Well, whatever. He was not going to be hung up over something small like that. There was too much to do, too many places to see, and so many monsters to slaughter.

It was likely he would find a decent quest at the heart of the city, given what he knew about the beta. There was an upside to this but also a downside. On one hand you did not have to worry about going to different areas of the city to retrieve or complete your quests. The bad thing, however, was the center of the city also took the longest amount of time to reach overall, no matter where you entered from, though teleporting put you right at the center. Licht figured that at least when he gained enough experience to reach level 18, he would be able to farm monsters in the jungle. Or maybe the game would encourage him to go seek out a different area around that time? It was obvious that he could not stay in this place forever, as it was simply meant as a means for new players to get adjusted to how the game worked and to level them up appropriately. Needing none of that, he had little reason to stay for an extended duration of time, nor did he very much desire to. At most there were some graphical improvements. Nothing about the city was different besides the overabundance of people inside of it.

Well, he should hurry up and continue onward. It had already been about thir----



"..."

There was no time for him to prepare himself for the overwhelming sensation that passed through his body in an instant, rendering him frozen on the spot. He felt a strong pressure, as if being crushed by a giant's hand, all around his avatar, and each and every single one of his nerves felt like they had overloaded and burnt out The pressure made it hard to breathe and his ears range violently. Soon, his vision slowly followed suit and began to blur while the area around him seemed to almost distort and ripple, making the attempt resist nausea a valiant but vain one. And it only seemed to continue. The pain, the sick feeling in his gut, and the blurring of his vision slowly increased in intensity, to the point where he could no longer properly stand. A leg gave out and he soon found himself on one knee, the sheer magnitude of pain unlike anything he could comprehend at that given moment. Soon, he had lost the ability to see too far ahead of him, which was probably for the best.

What is this?

The one thought that he could formulate was a simple, but respectable question given his situation. This sudden assault on his senses was a unfamiliar and unwelcome one. Never before in the beta had something caused him this much pain. Though at first it was merely a physical sensation, the brief possibility that this could continue for much longer eventually caused it to evolve to a mental pain as well.

Despair.

What if this never ended? Licht was a gamer, not a fighter. He could tolerate pain perhaps a bit better than some, but this was unrealistic. Comparable to being set ablaze and then pouring salt and lemon juice on the wounds. Nothing in his life had compared to this exact moment, and it was more than enough to send even his lively self into a mental fit.

He did not want to be in pain forever.

No.

Please.

Don't.

Stop.

Stop.

STOP.


And so it had.

Everything simply stood still for a moment, including the pain that had nearly crushed him. It ceased as though it were listening to his commands. Licht regained himself and slowed his heavy breathing before he attempt to stand up again, but the sight he was met with nearly caused him to fall on his bottom in confusion.

Where was everybody?

Once filled to the brim with various races, classes, and all sorts of people who had just come to enjoy the new game they had purchased, the city center was now desolate, void of any life besides Licht and a few small groups around him, who were equally confused as he was.

Yo get rekt scrub
~ Event Annoucement ~
You will now be transported to the Heart of Faclarebal in 15 seconds.


"W...what?"

An event? Why?

Mere moments after he had asked himself yet another question, Licht felt his body become weightless just as though he were flying, before a bright light stole his vision temporarily. When it returned, he was now about five feet from where he was just standing, but there were a considerable number more people here than just a second ago, all of whom shared his confusion as to these events that had just transpired. That was good in that he at least did not feel like he was simply going insane. But there was still the question of what was going on, and he would not doubt that every single individual in this area right now was asking the same exact thing.

As if on cue, a small orb appeared and though its path was arced and considerably less time efficient than it could have been, it managed to arrive in the center of the center of the city, its mere presence shutting most people up. When it turned into a fairly attractive, older-looking woman with green hair, well, everybody stopped talking and simply stared it down expectingly.

It started off normal enough. At first, Licht began to assume that maybe the servers overloaded from the amount of players signed in and that this event was just a normal introduction they had decided to add after the beta was finished. And, that would have probably been preferred, but alas this was not the case. If one were to quote the exact moment when Licht accidentally let out a verbal "wat", it would have been around here:

"You chosen few have been bound to this system. If you die here, you will be brought back and sent to a safe location. You will feel the pain of this death, but will not die. I have activated the headgear so that even if removed, your conscious will stay here. The only exception to this is those of you who face Vyrlo and his monsters. Somehow, he has modified the system and can kill you, along with your real body."

Being "bound to this system" set off an alarm in Licht's head as soon as it was followed with an NPC mentioning the headgear. That was a no-no. Immediately, he opened his menu and, like a show he had publicly criticized for its unengaging plot, found his log-out button had decided to depart from his presence while he was unaware. How rude.

"Well, shit."

Being as genre savvy as he was, he should have figured something like this was going to happen. Actually he had expected it to happen in the beta, but since it did not he decided to be realistic about this. But look where that got him. Now he was stuck here in this weird, virtual reality where there was nothing to do.

Except kill monsters and stuff.

Well there was not much to do about this besides go beat the Big Bad, right? Using his detective-like deductive reasoning, he figured that if they went through all this trouble, then it was probably not a false statement.

Curse that very attractive NPC. God or not, that doesn't give her the right to make him play games for an extended duration of time. He had things to do, places to be, people to see---

Oh wait. He actually did not. He made sure he had enough time to play this game for about a week straight with very little chance of interruption. He mentioned he would be taking a break from uploading videos, and he had no job to go to, so that was more or less that. Maybe being that prepared to go on a binge and play games for a really long time was not the brightest idea.

"Well, shit."

Repeating himself but giving not a care in the world as a great deal many other players started shouting their heads off, screaming at the woman who disappeared, or otherwise panicking, Licht decided he ought to go away from all this. No reason to get caught up in the rioting that probably would follow, although since this was a game was it even possible to loot buildings and stuff? Probably not, and he was not going to wait around to figure out. This was a great time to go into the forest and kill some monsters that could not really do much to him at this point. He would go find a quest when things died down a bit, and it would not hurt to get accustomed to killing things, even if they wouldn't really provide much of a challenge.

"Hey...." suddenly spotting something else that really confused him, he slowly spoke out. "....I could swear I made fun of that set of armor before. Yeah, I'm sure! Hey! You! Does the phrase 'Not Enough Cat-ears/10' ring any bells?" He called out to someone wearing a very familiar set of armor. Normally he wouldn't do such, but considering this armor should not really exist as far as he remembered, it did pique his interest.

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"Some people just can't appreciate the finer things in life."


Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #04731A || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #d6a71c
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Ah, the wonderful feeling a person gets when they are recognized by someone who has decided they earned enough respect to idolize them was one of Licht's favorite feelings in the world. Though he was not one to pretend he was any greater than his fellow man (except when he literally did just that), he definitely appreciated the recognition fame sometimes earned him with a warm smile and an even warming feeling in the deepest part of his heart.

But that particularly welcomed sensation was nowhere to be found at the moment.

Instead, he found himself plagued with a deep feeling of confusion towards this woman's odd actions. Whatever she was saying made little sense to the Blademaster, who tried his best to decipher the alien language she was speaking as if he were an ambassador to the first contact with an unidentified lifeform, and his abilities could either end the world or provide it with a new ally. Naturally, this meant that he begun to feel very uncomfortable and nervous when negotiations had broke down before they even begun, and this creature threw sounds and noises at him that he could only interpret as words of war at him. But he tried his very best to ride it out and see if he could seize any opportunities to restore relations before war had actually broke out.

"So I am not just crazy, then? Ahaha! That's very good, very good indeed! I was worried that perhaps maybe I was more affected by this weird situation than I had originally thought, so it's good to know I'm not hallucinating!" Licht excitedly spoke with a bright smile before sighing in relief and also managing to seem completely ignorant to Aoife's aggravated tone. "You still seem to not understand the importance of cat ears, though, which is very unfortunate. But lets see here...." Licht's face became completely straight as he begun to inspect the girl, or rather, her armor.

He slowly circled her to ensure he could see and properly admire every inch of the armor before nodding his head approvingly and then speaking up. "Yes, yes. I do really enjoy the overall design. You sure made effective use of absolute territory, so I give you some extra points for that, and overall the armor, to me, manages to be very appealing to the eye without being revealing. I assume it's specifically a light armor?" he shook his head. "Well, that doesn't matter but the avatar you chose seems to wear it perfectly. Seeing it in-game makes me wish I rated it higher." done with his spontaneous review of her equipment, he raised an eyebrow and commented on something else he noticed. "You're missing a few pieces from what I remember..... uh...." Licht quickly glanced upwards, realizing he hadn't even looked at her username.

"Paladin of Light?" Licht took a moment to chuckle to himself upon seeing her title. How ironic, considering she probably did not like him one bit. "Well, A-oaf, the reason I am here at the moment is because unlike myself, most people are having rational responses to being told they've just been rused into being stuck inside a game they have just purchased and I figure things are only going to get even uglier within a very short amount of time. So I figured I would go kill some forest monsters and some time for a bit while things died down, and you just happened to be headed in the same direction.

So no, I am not following you. And also calling people 'not well' is rude. Probably. I am actually unsure what that means specifically but judging by the frown you have that is unfortunately not upsidedown, I will have to assume it was meant as some form of insult."

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The First Day ~ The First Battle

|| Location ✦ Daertalmos Online - Bale Forest ||


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"Take this!"

A rather loud squelching sound rang out immediately following this triumphant yell, and the speaker, one knight in blue, found herself staring confusedly down the now quite sticky haft of her glaive at the equally confused slime in which it had embedded itself rather harmlessly.

"Err... methinks you're supposed to be dead," She said nervously, giving a slight tug on the spear. The slime didn't budge, giving her a glare that suggested it was rather unamused by the sudden attack. "Look, the very least you can do is give me back my spear so we can do this properl- Wah?!" She got no further, for in another instant, several long tendrils of green goop began to sprout from the top of the amorphous creature. Not wanting to be close to it now that it seemed to be attacking, Aoife gave a violent tug on her weapon, trying to wrench it free and hastily backpedal beyond the clumsy creature's reach. Fortunately, the decreased mass holding down her glaive meant that this was surprisingly easy. Unfortunately, since she'd overestimated how much force to apply to recover her polearm, the end result was her staggering rather comically backward and falling flat on her rear, bonking herself over the head with the flat side of her own weapon's blade. She winced, rubbing her forehead and blinking several times, wondering what exactly had just happened, only to be jarred from her confusion by a sudden, surprisingly forceful impact square to her chest, knocking her fully onto her back and sending her rolling head over heels.

Stumbling to her feet, she glanced up at her health bar, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw that it hadn't depleted from the hit. Turning her gaze downward to her armor, she found her relief turning to unimaginable frustration when she realized that her once-pristine breastplate, which had taken the E Rank attack without difficulty, was now covered in sickly green ooze.

"Why you cheeky-!" She cried angrily, only to be once again interrupted by her formless opponent. Three more tendrils of slime swept downward like whips, one right after the other. But, this time, she assured herself, she was ready. Taking a step back with her right foot, she planted herself firmly, lowering her spear with her dominant left hand forward. Gauging the distance between her and her enemy, she waited until the moment the tendrils were within reach before twisting her right hand and lunging forward with her left, flicking the razor-sharp edge of the glaive upward to intercept the oncoming attack. It was a simple movement, but effective, carving clean through the first tendril and chipping away another quarter or so of the slime's hitpoints. Then, she reversed the gesture, bringing her blade back down like a guillotine, splattering the second tendril in the same precise motion. So long as she stuck to the basics, it seemed, she could fight easily.

It was around this time she realized that she probably should have just dodged, given that in the time it had taken her to deflect the first two tentacles, the third had managed to reach her, snaking its way around the haft of her weapon, and then around her hands as she raised them instinctively to block. With strength that was astonishing for the functional equivalent of a pile of animate jello, the slime drew back its arm, lifting her clear off the ground and into the air above it. Aoife held on tight to her glaive, not wanting to be disarmed, yet swiftly regretted this blind determination when she found herself being swung violently downward on the opposite side of the slime like some sort of human flail, slamming her head first into the ground. She groaned, the impact sending shocks through her whole body as she rolled over onto her back, shakily standing yet again, looking incredulously at the comparatively tiny blob that had just picked her up and thrown her with all the ease of swinging a stick. The slime drew back its remaining tentacle and reformed, beginning to lurch slowly towards her. Aoife gaped.

"Did... Did that tiny slime just suplex me?" She wondered aloud. It was hard to tell, given her adversary's lack of arms, yet she couldn't help but feel incredibly foolish for allowing herself to be so easily downed a second time. The humiliating manner of her injury was merely the final straw. Lowering herself into a crouch like an animal ready to pounce, she glared daggers at the hateful blob as it began slowly forming its matter into several long tendrils to continue its attack. However, regardless of its intent, it had less than a quarter of its hitpoints left now. She could finish it in one hit. Bounding forward, she closed the distance in an instant, ducking beneath an upraised tendril and snapped her left arm forward, driving the head of her spear clean through her enemy, splattering it as though it'd been struck by a cannonball. As the little bits of ooze that remained of her enemy began to dissolve into nothingness, Aoife found herself breathing a sigh of relief. She'd have hated to have to wash the sticky residue off her hands and armor manually.

...So of course, out of all the bits of slime that had been left over, those were the only ones that didn't vanish. Aoife stared down at her hands, giving an unusually transparent expression of disgust at the irritating glue-like substance that covered them, as though trying to melt this residue with the sheer force of her frustration.

Throughout the entirety of his life, Licht had never been one to enjoy pointless battles that did not fit a story or plot. He could appreciate unwinnable battles, though. Yet, this one served little purpose in his opinion. A level 15 player against a level 1 slime was not a battle at all, nor did he feel as though it ever was one even when he was a lower level (though to be fair, he had practice even before the beta). It was... well, quite boring to be honest. On Licht's end of the fight he was 'enjoying' himself with a pair of slimes, whom he had honestly paid very little attention to from the beginning. His superior stats meant that their attacks almost seemed to slow to a stop, and a person who was moving as fast as he was comparitively a god. Yes, how great he was. Such godspeed should make someone like Aoife envious, for sur---

*SLAP*

"Ow, rude!"

It was then that Licht realized he catered towards a heavy defense, not agility. In fact, he was about as agile as an elephant compared to people in similar level. So of course when he tried to dodge the slime-whips, it did not really go as planned. He felt a sharp pain on his cheek, where it had hit him, and if anything he was a bit irritated that this little monsters had the audacity to strike at him when it was simply a blob of nothing. So, with about as much effort as he put into anything that didn't involve video games, he stabbed a slime and it more or less detonated like a stick of TNT.

Well that was still rather anticlimactic. I guess we can go see what Aoife is doi----

*SLAP*

"Okay man, what is with these slimes? Don't they into fear?" Despite him being nigh impossible to murder unless he simply sat there for a bit, these slimes didn't necessarily feel the need to hold back with their slaps, and it was not nice at all, Licht thought.

*SLAP*

This time, it was Licht who slapped the slime with his sword. Well, it was actually a swing, but it had about as much effort put into it as a slap would. The slime, just like its brethren, mimicked a hand grenade upon being struck, minus completely obliterating Licht himself. Perhaps frustrated at how much pain his cheek had endured in a battle with the weakest monster in the game, Licht decided it would probably fun to see how Aoife was doing, and if she could even hold her own in a battle.

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The answer to the last question was a pretty solid 'not really'. Even though he was getting slapped, if he were actually serious about fighting these slimes, they wouldn't amount to much of a fight at all. They didn't really provide the greatest challenge even in the beta, although to her credit they were apparently buffed in the final game. He didn't remember them being so skilled with their tentacle things. And, although he had seen more than enough hentai to know where this battle could have gone, he at least smiled at the fact that, despite seeing her fall on her ass twice in a battle with just one of these things, she somehow managed to slay it. Truly, this battle had inspired him to tease her to lengths he never thought possible, as she made it seem like it had been some impossibly hard boss fight, or her first time playing a Dark Souls game.

"You got one!" he couldn't help but put emphasis on the 'one' to let her know just how entertaining that was. That she beat but a single slime, and it was impossible for her to not know how silly it was. "That's like, your first kill, right? Congrats! I mean it'll certainly get tougher from here on out, but with that kind of skill you can probably maybe beat a goblin or kobold or whatever they had in this game!"

Aoife turned, noticing that although she'd only taken out one enemy, her quest had progressed by three. That must have meant that the hat-loving man had taken on two more slimes elsewhere. Truly, an impressive feat to face them and come out of it clean, aside for a small fleck of ooze on his cheek. She envied him that, compared to her own predicament.

Still, he seemed rather content with how things had turned out, hailing her victory with some very enthusiastic words. Aoife seemed to contemplate what he had said for a moment, shouldering her spear as she nodded to hersefl, evidently coming to a conclusion on how to respond.

...Yet again, she gave a formal bow, lowering her head respectfully. "Your words are wise. Although the road ahead may be difficult, the fact that one such as myself could defeat one enemy means that I may well be able to defeat another. I will keep this in mind," She said with the utmost seriousness, like a disciple learning from the words of an experienced master. "Thank you, both for your kind words, and for the assistance you have so generously provided in accompanying me."

There was not a proper word for the expression Licht made, hearing Aoife's sincere gratitude towards his blatant sarcasm. But if one had to try to describe it, it could be said to be the mixture of disgust and realization that she was probably not screwing with him. "...Well, no problem....? Keep it.... up?" he was not too sure how to reply since she was immune to his, well, character. It was as if she denied his very existence, and since nobody had ever done that before, he had no real way to cope.

Licht sighed. Somehow he would have to carry on, despite her obliviousness. "That should be three down out of ten, correct?" he QUESTioned. He did not think it the quest tracker was lying to him, and he doubted that Aoife had managed to secretly beat another slime while he was 'fighting' his own.

"Well? Venture forth, young one. It would be best if you learned how to fight for yourself. I am simply backup." Except, of course, for those other slimes that had aggro'd on him. Screw them.

"Indeed," Aoife said, nodding. "It was wrong of me to allow myself to be overcome by frustration," Declared the young Paladin heroically, turning her eyes to the horizon - although whether she was trying to look dramatic or was just searching for more slimes to fight, who could have said for sure? "This is a battle I must fight by myself," She said, nodding to herself, before turning back to her doubtless rather befuddled companion. "After all, if I cannot best foes such as these, there's no telling how poorly I'd fare in a truly... sticky... situation."

Learning from his past interactions with the girl, Licht opted out of asking whether or not the pun was intentional. It was safer this way. "Improving yourself in both mind and spirit through engaging and defeating foes is the fastest way to strengthen yourself, and to take your own power to the next level." he stated. He hadn't expected her to pick up the fact he made a reference to leveling up in there, but he couldn't not do it, that would be completely against his own personal character.

"Indeed!" She declared with the utmost seriousness, giving an emphatic nod before abruptly rouding on the woods, leveling her glaive and pointing dramatically down the path that lay ahead. "And I shall have many such foes to confront, for an enemy of justice is an enemy of myself. Let us go, Sancho Licht! At least seven more of our slippery adversaries must fall before our work here is done."

"Yes... let us resume our quest with haste, you eager paladin, you." Licht seemed to have earned himself a new nickname, and one he probably did not care very much for. However, since he was occasionally calling her Pally in his head, he figured she deserved that much. Pally the Paladin could be allowed to give him a single nickname. "Also you'd better not take forever. Girls fighting slimes with tentacles is not a healthy thing for a young man to watch for extended periods of time."

At least he was nice enough to warn her.




Aoife slumped back against the trunk of a sturdy tree, stopping to catch her breath as the last slime vanished into light. Her HP bar hadn't dropped by much, as she'd managed to angle most of the attacks she couldn't dodge into the armored areas of her person, but the impacts alone were enough to leave her joints sore, without even bringing into question the irritation of the sticky rainbow-colored ooze dribbling slowly down her torso. At this point, she looked like she'd been assaulted by the entire paint department of a hardware store.

Having taken Licht's advice to heart, she had managed to dispatch most of her foes with haste. That didn't mean she'd done it in a terribly efficient manner. In her hurry, she'd left several openings, and had, consequently, taken more than a bit of a beating. Her arms were still aching from a particular slime that had caught hold of both her glaive and her hands and tried to crush them inside its body. She sighed. I suppose it could have been worse, she thought. At least none of the slime got inside my clothing. That would have been more than just embarrassing.


Opening her inventory, Aoife glanced at what gear she had equipped. As she thought, the slime wasn't listed as a permanent status effect on her armor. In that case, it was probably just applied as a terrain effect to her gear that would be removed when she either left the area or unequipped her items. In that case, now that she was done fighting, it seemed like a reasonable enough idea to get rid of the noisome slime. There was just one problem.

Aoife glanced back up to the man in the Elf costume as he came strolling into the clearing. She raised a single hand, gesturing for him to stop. "Turn around and don't look this way," She ordered out of the blue.

Licht had offered minimal help during the rest of the quest, having decided it best if the woman learned how to fight herself. Of course, if she seemed incapable of surviving an encounter, he was ready to step in, but that had proved to be unnecessary. So most of his time was spent watching. Watching and waiting for her to finish up the encounters. He had to admit she did dispatch the slimes in a quicker manner than before, although her victories were always sloppy. That much was to expected from a noob, however.

He was relieved when they were finished. Now they (he) did not have to sit around, watching a hentai in the making. Although he was probably the one most eager to escape the area, he took a brief moment to look back upon the place and admire just how beautiful it really was. People put a great deal of time and effort into this place, and he was feeling sentimental. For about three seconds, then he decided to hurry up and follow his little companion. Strangely, however, he found himself being spontaneously ordered to face the opposite way as he approached the slime-covered girl. Weird. Why would he do that? Had she decided that it would be fun to play hide-and-seek? Perhaps there was a foe behind him? Or maybe....

No, it couldn't be.

He had a very strange thought pass through his mind. He thought that for some weird reason maybe the girl wanted to do something odd like take off her equipment. But he knew that was silly. He was probably just having an overactive imagination or something, because there is absolutely no viable reason for a person to just take off their stuff like that --- it was crazy.

And then he remembered where they were, what kind of situation they had found themselves in.

"O-okay... ?" he did not try to argue with the girl. Instead, he did as she instructed and once again faced the area they had just been. What was it about these trees that inspired such awe from the elf-clad human? Was it the way they gently swayed in the breeze? Was it their brilliant green? Perhaps, maybe, he was a tree in a prior life? If one believed such a theory, that is. Licht wasn't sure, but then again, he never was. He just kinda did things whenever without being sure of them and that was his core nature. These trees that lived, day in and day out, could also be said to be unsure. They were a computer program. Numbers. They existed not yet they did anyway.

What am I even pondering?

Aoife, for her part, watched the Swordsman carefully, waiting for him to either turn around or refuse to do so, for whatever reason. Fortunately, he didn't seem to question her orders, and did as he was told, facing away from her and staring off into space, completely motionless. Clad head to toe in all green, barely moving save for the wind rustling his clothing, he almost looked like some sort of tree.

But, that was a stupid thing to compare a person to, and Aoife didn't really care what he was doing so long as he wasn't looking her way, so, satisfied that he wasn't staring at her, swiftly dragged and dropped all her equipment from her gear slots back into her inventory, then hit apply. Her armor vanished in a flash of light, dissipating into pixels with an audible whine. She stretched, glad to be relieved of the weight of the platemail on her already sore body and arms. Still, relaxing though it might have been, she wasn't particularly keen on the idea of standing around in the middle of the forest in her simulated underwear. After all, even if this wasn't her actual body, it felt real enough to her. So, going back to her inventory, she set about re-equipping each piece of her gear in turn.

As one might deduce from his inner monologue, Licht had begun questioning his own being and what it meant to be himself. Was he a tree? No. Was he ever a tree? No. He was a person. A person with a very active mind and he also happened to have a very short attention span. Patience wasn't something he was great with, so like glass, his concentration shattered.

"Is there a reason I---"

Licht couldn't complete his sentence when his eyes were graced with the sight of digital skin. He couldn't help but notice that, aside from her boots, the girl was as bare as an avatar could get. Truly, the thing he feared most was revealed to have been true: the girl was crazy.

Not that he minded much.

"....nice boots?"

Aoife raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the sound of the hat-loving man's voice. She stared blankly at him. He gazed distractedly back. Aoife sighed and equipped her dress, relieved that, at least, it wasn't soaked in dead bits of slime anymore. Her cuirass followed shortly after as, with a single deft motion, she shut the player menu and turned back to the dumbstruck Swordsman. "It is very impolite to stare," She said pointedly, sounding less embarrassed and more... disappointed. Her expression hardly changed either, presenting an oddly understated reaction to what most women would have considered a grave offense. It might have even seemed like she didn't even mind, were it not for the faintest tinge of red entering her cheeks despite her best attempts to maintain her perpetual poker face. But, mastering herself, she did not make any comment other than this. Turning away without another word, she followed her quest marker towards the edge of the clearing, heading for the guard camp in the woods to turn in her quest. Unlike before, this time, she didn't wait to make sure Licht was following her.

As much as any other man would like to pretend he was 'used' to seeing the female form, Licht did not do so. That is not to say he was like your stereotypical shounen manga protagonist who bumbled around and became the incarnation of a beet just by seeing a girl's hand, but he could admit that although she was an avatar, he did think she was a fairly good-looking one at that. However, he showed as much reaction from Aoife's form as she did. He probably had a small tint of red to his cheeks, but what really showed was that he was more confused by her actions, being unaware of her reasons for doing what she had done. So he voiced such.

"Yeah, well, it's rude to strip randomly too." he replied to her as he followed behind, though she apparently didn't feel like saying much more on the matter. Oh well, so be it. If she wanted to strip at random intervals during this adventure of theirs, then he would not stop her.

He just wished she had been wearing the costume that won the competition.