Jun 20, 2017 21:58:31 GMT -5
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Jun 20, 2017 21:53:04 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 20, 2017 21:53:04 GMT -5
 JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS Stable hands remove the cartridge of the shoddy rifle quickly replacing it with a new one. Gold painted bullets gleam from within, only for a second, before they disappear into the automatic weapon. The click almost echoing through the mansion. Reloading wasn't a necessity in the game, but something about preparing his weapons the feel of a cool ammo cartridge in his hands offered a bit of respite. The commander sits on the floor in the foyer the creaks and squeaks of the mansion have no effect on him, today he wasn't concerned about what was inside, but on what was outside. This quest was a dangerous one, and if he failed then it'd be quite the painful and disgusting way to go out. How many zombie movies had he seen as a kid? he'd wonder as he checked the rest of his supplies. If the party finder held true he'd be accompanied by two other players, this quest was more about maintaining and sustaining then it was about simple killing, and sustaining came best in this game when there were multiple people. Honestly, the same was true in reality. It was always easier to cover ground in a team then it was solo, and while it forced a few more openings at times; the trade-off was worth it, especially in a quest like this. And so the man would wait quietly golden eyes focused on the entrance of the mansion occasionally breaking out into a hum of sorts, an old tune from back home while he prepared for battle. Every so often he'd mumble something silently concerning how nice a smoke would be right about now.
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Jun 22, 2017 6:14:56 GMT -5
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Jun 22, 2017 6:13:54 GMT -5
Post by Forte on Jun 22, 2017 6:13:54 GMT -5
the night is near A quest was something often saved for practiced party members who were familiar with the ways of each other. Habits, coordination, many of which would be necessary to maximize the amount of effort and time spent within each push. Grinding was still a fairly new concept to her in terms of the most efficient way to improve one's job set, but did not seem overly complicated. Just tedious. All the same, it appeared that amongst solo players that competent support roles were always in demand. Forte thought this similar to the dread "solo queue" in a different game that captured her interest years back. Never again, would she forsake the value of teamwork for the chance at chauvinistic pride.
Cue this she-devil from the far away desert lands picking the Lorekeeper class to start. Taking solo-beaters advice seriously for a game unfamiliar to her was admittedly a terrible weakness, but the overall mechanics of the class was far from what the message boards said. Claiming that only a noob would make a Lorekeeper without being dedicated to a guild was irksome without a doubt. Every jewel though, had its shine and this one showed its worth in a patience game. She loved that the spell casting times were quick, even silent capable so long as her ability to macro was on point. Lorekeepers bore the responsibility of being a mage hybrid, and that meant they were more than capable at holding a physical front. What she wouldn't give to have some of this physical power in the real world! Any girl would get a thrill out of that!
With her staff, she noticed a male going through what appeared to be a routine inspection of his weapon. The perks to a technological class, even when his base group matched hers. Forte opted to let him finish in peace before making her presence known. With a curtsy, she properly greeted the man.
"You must be one of the two I am to partner with. My name is Forte, of the Lorekeeper class. A pleasure to be working with you."
W O R D S Enough to lure potential partners. M U S I C xxx T A G djinn N O T E S A hunting we will go! MERCY |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Jun 22, 2017 18:46:47 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jun 22, 2017 18:46:47 GMT -5
Heavy steps resounded through the manor, only adding the eerie atmosphere. Would one of the suits of armor come to life? Hardly; it was just the last member of the trio arriving. Decked in guild armor for the express purpose of bringing judgment to the undead outside, Raynauld entered view of his new companions. A single glance at their status bars told him that they were beneath his level; that was little surprise, as the guild seemed to consist mostly of the higher level survivors in this game. To his left, a dark-skinned woman that he guessed had to have been some form of middle eastern. To his right, the man loading his gun; he reminded Raynauld of Rex - no, there was something different about this one. Disciplined, perhaps: Rex had made an artform of howling wildly. "Hm." A generic, noncommittal response. "So, then, that makes three. Are you perhaps prepared already?" He was tired of wasting time on pleasantries and being reminded of what was outside. Better to swallow all negative thoughts right now. 1/10 - Forte djinn
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Jun 23, 2017 7:02:28 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 23, 2017 7:02:28 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS Twice people would enter the foyer coming from separate parts of the mansion and each time when the commander's golden eyes fell on them he'd give a short nod still preparing himself for the fight. When the knight clad in his heavy armor spoke Djinn would rise from his seat against the wall and slide the long piece of hardware across his back. "Almost." With a hand he'd navigate through menus only visible to the player in question and in seconds the two others would receive official party invites. Upon accepting Djinn would explain the nature of his passive that linked directly with the game's party system. "As long as we're within 10 miles of each other anything you wish to tell us can be heard. If you want to communicate one on one with another player just think solely about who you want to talk to." If both of the players accepted the request the dark skinned player would feel more than a tad stronger himself the C.O.M system boosting his physical abilities directly due to the number of players in the party. With that said the commander would offer a hand to both of the players, the veiled lady first, before the knight. "Djinn, let's work well together." and to the knight, in particular, he'd add something more. "We're trusting you to be the powerhouse, I wont get in your way." The night was the highest level and so he had the most potential in terms of damage and maneuverability. It was only obvious he'd be placed in charge of this expedition. "I'm prepared."
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Jun 23, 2017 16:55:17 GMT -5
Post by Forte on Jun 23, 2017 16:55:17 GMT -5
the night is near She returned the greeting back to the second comer, noting the experience gap between him and the others. This meant that the expedition would be another opportunity to expand her own growth within the defensive tree. A sly smile rose underneath the veil at the thought of this.
"Sure." she quickly responded while accepting the invitation.
Party chat was already enabled, though the ability to communicate through alternative means and at that range was nothing to scoff at. Something told Forte that there was more to this spell than what Djinn let on, but if it was mutually beneficial then she gave it no further thoughts. Alternatively, her arsenal had no pre-emptive utility without an understanding of what sort of enemy they would be facing. Darkness and status elementals were further down the line, so she would likely be cycling through her glyph boons to augment these defensive fighters.
"If you have any knowledge about the creatures attack types, I can assist you there. Otherwise, no further preparations needed on my end." Forte spoke before showing that she was ready to head out.
W O R D S LET'S GO IN ALREADDDDYYYYY  M U S I C xxx T A G djinn N O T E S ! MERCY |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Jun 26, 2017 14:26:21 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jun 26, 2017 14:26:21 GMT -5
"Obviously." Was it meant to be insulting, or a recognition of his power relative to theirs? It wasn't totally certain. Switching the items in his inventory around, Raynauld called the Consecrator to the front and dragged it on the ground as he approached the main door and then swung it with both hands, knocking the doors open with a mighty slam. Well, that seemed like overkill. Outside in the graveyard surrounding the manor, they could be seen wandering and staring aimlessly - the undead. The sound drew their attention, as did Raynauld's armor clanking as he strode towards them; the first zombie didn't even get time to react before he swung and sent it flying back into its components. "Come, curs! You stand before a knight of God! Face your sins!" ... Was he normally like that? At least he had their attention, it could be supposed. They began to shamble towards Raynauld... 2/10 - djinn Forte
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