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May 12, 2017 0:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Misha on May 12, 2017 0:29:35 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv"] Trust Me, My Guiding Moonlight Harrowing chanting in the distance, past the stench of the foul bog and marshlands. If you listened closely and forgot the surroundings, it was actually a quite beautiful, alluring melody like a symphony of druids was chanting latin verses in a formation he could not distinguish and only admire. Was there a something like a church nearby, standing tall while still lost in this grotesque, unsightly place? It was a well-known mystery, one perhaps worth investigating with useful treasure if he was lucky. Knowing full well though what he was getting into and guided by the hymn of ghostly chanting, Shun moved cautiously and repeatedly checked behind and around for signs of hidden enemies or traps. Much of his view of the landscape was in shades of dreary dark colors, blackened pits of sludge and mangled, upended tree roots jutting out of the ground at spiked angles that could hurt you well if tossed against them. He stuck to the sides, walking over-top a piece of stonewall until it dropped off and he was forced to wade in the swamp. The sound didn't get any louder, but he had a hunch that it was somewhere past the southern end, past the splitting trees and creatures. From behind a shadowy, desiccated tree limb, one of his eyes was able to see far enough in the distance to discern monsters from several miles. Above all else, he needed to avoid the worst nightmares in this place before pinpointing exactly where the sound was coming from. He felt tense and strained himself more than usual. From that feeling of treading the unknown, not certain if your grim reaper is riding along just where you cannot see them, taking this journey slow and steady was his best option and so he kept telling himself that: Do not rush, whatever you do here. His expression was a mask of calm and focus, plotting out once he had decided to not risk going the shortest route to the trees before decisively making the advance along the longer route toward the less ominous sigh where the breadth of the trees would grant him some comfort from attack. Perhaps.
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May 12, 2017 17:41:18 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 12, 2017 17:41:18 GMT -5
 GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY The time and effort that had gone into simulating smell for the game, Catharsis decided, was rooted in nothing short of sadism. It had occurred to him on the way here that he should have brought someone with him, even Ghost, but he had already been halfway there and the quest hadn't seemed like anything hard. It was just a damn fetch quest; nothing to worry about as far as he could tell. Some tedious time sucker that was worth money had sounded perfect for a day away from people. He just should've double checked the location, because now he was in the middle of a bog and sitting on top of a dark purple owlbear purely so that his feet wouldn't have to touch the ground because, you know, ew. The great beast lumbered along just fine, at least, even if that lowered Cat's overall maneuverability in avoiding any mobs that might pop out of the ground or he might not see in time from around a tree. That was okay, he told himself at least twice, the owlbear had a nice basic attack on it to keep him golden. At least games gave people basic pathways, but given that the game had essentially been made to kill them Cat didn't take comfort in that. It didn't help that he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for outside of some cryptic name that didn't actually make sense to him, let alone seem pronounceable. Best to just get this over with while he could, but he wasn't sure what particular section of this area he should be looking for, and the quest marker had proved basically useless. He was starting to consider just dropping the quest and moving on, when he noticed a figure up above. He slowed, half expecting it to be a zombie, but when he raised his hand and saw a playername marker come into sight, he neared closer. Out here, it could be a PKer - not that he'd been unlucky enough to run into one before himself - but he had a mount that could probably get him out pretty quick. "Hey there." He called, not wanting to catch the other player unaware as he neared to get a closer look at what their actual situation might be.
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May 12, 2017 21:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Misha on May 12, 2017 21:18:41 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv"] Trust Me, My Guiding Moonlight He had been knee-deep in his plan and contemplating action, thinking over the layout and the most likely ways of traversing the uneven ground ahead when he became aware of a presence other then his own. He was rather begrudging to turn himself away and abandon his thoughts, only offering a half-eye turn even when he was greeted. His eyes and smile turned rather friendly, though his features were otherwise unreadable to mask his irritation at being interrupted. He looked the new company over with an earnest eye still however, letting go of the moment for just a bit. He wasn't hostile as of yet nor did he seem like one of those who would be putting up a front to let his guard down as it seemed, though Misha was careful to keep his distance just in case since he was in the mindset of being cautious. He gestured with a polite head bow, "Hello." being uttered in such a curt tone that it was just decibels above a whisper. The man was riding atop what appeared to be an interesting pet, one that he'd never seen before though was curious enough to comment on. "Pleasure to meet you. That's a very nice mount you have there."For a moment, Misha's head politely turned away and his attention went back to the problem at hand. In his mind, he was hesitant to ask the question to a complete stranger, one that had only just greeted him. Such a thing was impolite and repeated one of the old maxims he had read in a book as was one of his habits: “A breath, to keep one going, must be one's own.” Still though, he didn't want to just leave if there was something else the man wanted and so he stood there, politely standing astray in the sludge.
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May 15, 2017 16:54:48 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 15, 2017 16:54:48 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis frowned as the man came into closer view thanks to the owlbear's lumbering. He didn't seem like a killer, but he did seem ... he wasn't quite sure what word to apply, but not the type of guy Cat wanted to hang around. It just didn't seem like any fun. The man complimented his mount, and had he been any kind of normal person he would have taken it at face value. Instead, he assumed it was sarcasm. "Thanks? Nice hair." He said, tone smoother than he himself was being at the moment. He cleared his throat when the guy looked away from him, since he'd called out because he'd wanted his attention. Not waiting for the guy to look back at him, he started on out. "So did you come here for the fetch quest too or something else? I don't really have the first idea where to look, honestly, and since I'm a healer I don't really want to just scour the whole map on my own."
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May 21, 2017 18:52:01 GMT -5
Post by Misha on May 21, 2017 18:52:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv"] Trust Me, My Guiding Moonlight For some reason, the man's choice of tone gave him the impression that he'd missed something important and he tilted his head to the side, puzzled and absently reaching behind for a few strands of his hair rolling off the back of his scalp. "Not really, just for a little bit of treasure hunting. I came here to find the source of that chanting; there might be a hidden boss or creature somewhere in the swamp."His footing shifted uncomfortably, though his expression and tone didn't immediately betray the sense that he was anxious for the most part. At least, he hoped that it didn't. The man seemed off or he was just guarded. Perhaps it was just the way he was, that was easy to understand after considering that this place was creepy. He could handle that in all honesty, but something about him screamed to be on the watch and expecting a blade in his back. The man was a healer; would he have any reason to lie or was he exactly as he seemed? Thinking that calmed him down, reassuring and placating him. He needed to just be calm and not get himself so worked up trying to read people all the time. Handle things one at a time, he said to himself as his shoulders fell and he relaxed more confidently. It was a little taxing on his nerves, but he decided to continue the conversation instead of trying to excuse himself. "I'm just a Defender on my own for now I'm afraid. Don't know a whole lot about this place, but I was hoping to explore a little bit and maybe get some good loot. What are you fetching if you don't mind me asking?" The Warden twitched awkwardly, feeling though that this place was still giving him a bit of a chill.
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