Location~ First floor near the Back part of the Tower, slightly south of the forest.
Tirian~ People/Zephyr
Tirian had a few lesser encounters on his way along, and even noted a small group of wounded warriors returning from what he assumed was dungeon B. It was rough, especially when you had likely just failed the dungeon you were attempting, as well as lost a friend. People still clung to what they knew, if they had a friend; they ran with them for hope that together they could make it through this death trap, but even floor one was treacherous for some, the designers of this game had been merciless in the intelligence level of their Creatures AI.
It didn't take Tirian all that long to find the start of what appeared to be a fairly large forest. This was for herbalists mainly, and when he obtained his second skill, he probably would use this path a lot, assuming he returned here to get herbs. It was funny really, when honestly it was all assuming he survived long enough to receive his second Life Skill. Before long, the obnoxious snicker, of what hed come to know as a goblin emerged from the air, and he knew that meant one of two things. One a trap had been set for someone, two they had found him.
His body jerked as he drew both sword and shield quickly and started to glance around. Then off in the distance he caught sight of a few wolves prowling around another player. Honestly, it was none of his concern; but allowing him to die, right in front of him? He bit at his lip and sighed dashing off in that direction but obscuring his sound as best he could with well placed movements. Not long and he caught sight of the boggers, the Goblins huddled together in a group of three. What the actual hell was this guy-thinking coming in right off of Gran Masai's border. It only had seemed like common sense, the game designer of such a game would place a trap to screw over the lazy player that attempted to go through the forest to Dungeon A.
Tirian had to make a choice and fast, the wolves were nothing in comparison to the ten or so goblins that were about to jump him. A low snarl emerged past his lips as he prepared then dashed in and as one of the goblins knocked back and arrow, the brought his sword around with a Loud roar and cleave one of them in half, only because he had the element of surprise at the time. The group of three would be simple enough to take care of, and he only could hope that the other player could handle the wolves, and recognize the ambush before it was too late.
Tirian was careful as he stepped out of the way of one of the gobs swinging down an axe at him with intent to kill. They growled and cackled, enticing fear; or rather attempting to do so at least. Tirian watched as the other came in for another swing and he could only just step back to avoid it. He was still having difficulty remembering to use his shield at this point, having chosen to specialize in Single one hand sword combat. He glanced over at the other player watching to see if hed caught on yet, but a few goblins had already emerged, a quick count told him four with axes like the two he fought now, which meant that three Archers still remained.
Damn this game, the strategy used on such a base level was ridiculous, it was floor one! That didn't matter now though, they had to find a way out of this situation. Tirian waited for the second strike; though this one was even more coordinated than the last by his two opponents, "go figure." He growled out stepping back just in time to raise his shield and catch both of there axes full force. His arm felt a jarring sensation as he did so, but he knew it was now or never to at least even the playground. His body lurched forward and with a strong push he knocked them on their back feet for a second, coming in with his actual attack, a quick piercing jab aimed to skew the goblin at its waist, and luckily with the knock back effect implied by the game and his shield, he was able to do so.
The goblin disappeared and there was only one left, which conveniently enough moved to strike as well. A bit of confidence had formed when Tirian found out the truth about their slow reaction time to counter strikes. It was a discovery that he needed in this moment. His arm flung around mid downward strike by the Goblin and smacked away the axe as his sword swing came in taking the goblin at the throat. His enemies shattered as he looked down at his own sword, only for a second astonished if nothing else by his own power in this world.
It was a short-lived moment however. Tirian was forced to return his gaze to the four soldiers that were moving to face this other player. "Archers.." he grumbled noticing the gleam of their yellow green eyes in the distance spread out on the other splay of the forest. It was easy enough to pick out where they were by considering that two had come from each position, in terms of the melee gobs. Still this was a shitty situation, very shitty. Tirian watched one strike forward at his new acquaintance, and another prepare, it was the chance he needed.
Tirian raised his shield and dashed forward, swinging as he ran in and catching the goblin at his leg, raising the shield just in time to knock back an arrow, though the sudden impact of the weapon hurt like since he had starter equipment. The Goblin was left hardly mobie which was the advantage he needed as he dashed into the direction of one of the archers, and just before he could draw his next arrow; Tirian ran his blade through his roaring out in a battle cry. He had to continue, though, by his count, 3 and a half melee gobs remained, and two archers.
Location~ Grand Masai Courtyard/Market place
Morte~ People/(Possibly) Kaozuki
The sound of clashing swords, danced about a peculiar music for any keen enough to hear it, but it was entertainment for those that watched. Over all in the time that had passed since this game had trapped them, many things had manifested. No one had made it through the first boss, or even onto the second floor for that matter, even though most trained hard each day. The game was cruel in some aspects, however that depended mostly on the player that played the game.
Morte was a character that relished in the life that was provided by Quest Online, not that he didn't like his own life but certain aspects of freedom, enticed the man. A silver cast gleam shown in the deep violet of his eyes as he glanced over the newest duelists to take center field, and brushed back his well-kept gray violet hair. Purple seemed to be his best color on first glance.
I wasn't long before Morte in his wanderings found himself within a lovely little café. d'orge. "Oh. well this is lovely." He spoke with a slick almost serpent like charm as he waited to be seated. Not long and one of the employees found him a seat in a far back corner. " What to have…" he questioned with himself splaying a finger over words on the menu. He had a little time to think at least, it seemed the little café was slightly undermanned, on busy days like this. Morte wouldn't bother, them if nothing else merely sitting inside like this was enough for him, not to mention cafes gave of a peculiar warmth, that from what he could tell due to the nostalgia installed in Nerve gear, carried through into this game as well.