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Location~ Grand Masai
Tirian~ Any/Heizen
Just like that, the sun rose once more and Tirian found himself stretching out right after he had fallen from his little cot. It made no sense for him to sleep in luxury, when he could sleep cheep like this for a measly, 20 Gold. A soft yawn parted his lips as he scratched at the rough form of his Silver hair that fall over his eyes. It was nice that the hair never got any longer. Once you designed your hairstyle, it stuck like that through out the game, of course you could go to Hairdressers and what not to change it up if you wanted. He didn't care much for all of that, after all when he made his character he had spent almost a full hour designing Tirian for this game to play the character he wanted. Of course the ideas of Heroics meant little now with this death trap in the name of a game.
It didn't take long to equip his newbie gear, refusing to switch to new armor quite yet. He had enough to get the Iron Armor if he really wanted it, but honestly it would only be a waste. So without any more hesitation as he fixed the ear ring on his ear he entered the light of day shielding his weary eyes for a second to glace around. It was lucky that the Shop Keep her had made business with before was still there, down the street, and Triain made his way to him, which conveniently enough was near the Potion Shop, and Lady Aria, his professional Fashion designer. She had been working out the template for his uniform recently, and she promised it would be good so long as he gave her the leathers required to do it. He had ten now which was exactly right.
Having walked away from the Armor Smith since he couldn't use the same one just yet; with a Brand new Iron Shield, Tirian at least felt better about that much. This Black Smith was ranking up for the higher Floors and he was getting good equipment from it. Next he visited the Potion shop to buy one Heal Light wound Potion, and found himself counting out his Money. He was lucky, with having just enough to purchase the Clothing gift, and have 50 Gp left over. Tirian then moved to meet Aria who greeted him with a very gentle smile. She always got somewhat red when he came in and she would stutter, which was bothersome really, but she was very nice, and today topped is when he handed her the Leathers, and she instantly set them to work to create his design. Tirian"s Mouth gaped and she found herself redder than ever when he moved in and actually hugged her before backing off awkwardly. He left the shop waving and with a simple "Thank you very much Aria!"
He was geared up, finally ready to head out to the Ore Deposit on the other side of the Forest, then he came to the courtyard, a soft yawn protruding his lips as he walked into the center focus. Instantly fingers were pointing at him and he looked about curiously as people started cheering, shouting out ridiculous things about " The Silver Haired Hero!" and all that crap. He almost thought it best to shy back into the shadows, but along with their cheers came a much louder boisterous voice from the self proclaimed God like Pedestal the Front liners used. Heizen spoke up now calling upon Tirian and Tirian turned to meet this mans gaze evenly.
"Silver Haired, Hero? HA this little twerp, you think him some hero that saved you from the Golem." Heizens words were harsh, but in his mind slightly true even, but him speaking them left a bad taste to the air. The people never gave in though and shouted horrid retorts back to Heizen as he talked ill of their "Hero" Maybe he was like that for them, but he didn't much care for all of this silly publicity either, he just wanted to be on his way and work on his skills and do what everyone else did, but they weren't having that sort of speech from him. "Alright then, if he is such a Hero then, he will have no issue proving his worth in battle!" Heizen growled and stepped down as his fingers were quick at work, and a Duel request popped up in front of Tirian.
Tirian sighed shaking his head as it fell into his palm and he thought to say no for a second, even with the crowd urging him to put the traitor down. "I have no time for this, If you want to play Hero, then that's fine with me, but I see no point in fighting you.." He started to turn away, started to walk off towards the gate, and then Heizen came back with a remark that triggered something in Tirian that should have remained dormant. "Oh so you will walk away, accept it and tronce away with your tail between your legs, just like you did with that red head?" Tirian turned thinking back to that first day in this game, but he glared viciously at the man a cold chill forming just from his eyes as he had his hand at his sword hilt. Heizen had no intention of stopping.
"You came late, and she called out to you even still trusting you to switch out with her. You got overwhelmed and of course you ran away from the conflict, you ducked out and hit behind the shield users, I saw it all, I saw your Hero on that day who let a girl who trust him DIE, IS this the leader you want, is this your Hero." Heizen's words left everyone speechless for a time as they glanced towards Tirian for some answer or explanation to defend against their doubts. Tirian, had none for them only looked down and let his emotion fade as his finger slowly and silently pressed the accept duel button. The countdown began as Heizen grinned happily and drew out his weapon Tirian let his fall limp with the tip against the ground and looked up with a dead look in his eyes. The people cleared a circle in the center of the city and the timer ticked down until the start bell rang.
Location Grand Masai
Morte~ Anyone
"Oh how lovely!" A sick grin played at his lips as he sat on top of one of the buildings getting a good view of the show about to unfold. "The "Hero" faces the Defaced "Leader" This is surely a grand sight to behold." He stood up then jumping over to the next building as he crouched down and looked down upon the square, it was all about to get interesting, as this match would decide a great many things, and the Anger of the Hero was so delicious, almost as delicious as the aspect of plucking those cold pale icy Dead blue eyes from his pretty little face, but for now he remained a spectator waiting to see in which direction things went.
Tirian~ Any/Heizen
Just like that, the sun rose once more and Tirian found himself stretching out right after he had fallen from his little cot. It made no sense for him to sleep in luxury, when he could sleep cheep like this for a measly, 20 Gold. A soft yawn parted his lips as he scratched at the rough form of his Silver hair that fall over his eyes. It was nice that the hair never got any longer. Once you designed your hairstyle, it stuck like that through out the game, of course you could go to Hairdressers and what not to change it up if you wanted. He didn't care much for all of that, after all when he made his character he had spent almost a full hour designing Tirian for this game to play the character he wanted. Of course the ideas of Heroics meant little now with this death trap in the name of a game.
It didn't take long to equip his newbie gear, refusing to switch to new armor quite yet. He had enough to get the Iron Armor if he really wanted it, but honestly it would only be a waste. So without any more hesitation as he fixed the ear ring on his ear he entered the light of day shielding his weary eyes for a second to glace around. It was lucky that the Shop Keep her had made business with before was still there, down the street, and Triain made his way to him, which conveniently enough was near the Potion Shop, and Lady Aria, his professional Fashion designer. She had been working out the template for his uniform recently, and she promised it would be good so long as he gave her the leathers required to do it. He had ten now which was exactly right.
Having walked away from the Armor Smith since he couldn't use the same one just yet; with a Brand new Iron Shield, Tirian at least felt better about that much. This Black Smith was ranking up for the higher Floors and he was getting good equipment from it. Next he visited the Potion shop to buy one Heal Light wound Potion, and found himself counting out his Money. He was lucky, with having just enough to purchase the Clothing gift, and have 50 Gp left over. Tirian then moved to meet Aria who greeted him with a very gentle smile. She always got somewhat red when he came in and she would stutter, which was bothersome really, but she was very nice, and today topped is when he handed her the Leathers, and she instantly set them to work to create his design. Tirian"s Mouth gaped and she found herself redder than ever when he moved in and actually hugged her before backing off awkwardly. He left the shop waving and with a simple "Thank you very much Aria!"
He was geared up, finally ready to head out to the Ore Deposit on the other side of the Forest, then he came to the courtyard, a soft yawn protruding his lips as he walked into the center focus. Instantly fingers were pointing at him and he looked about curiously as people started cheering, shouting out ridiculous things about " The Silver Haired Hero!" and all that crap. He almost thought it best to shy back into the shadows, but along with their cheers came a much louder boisterous voice from the self proclaimed God like Pedestal the Front liners used. Heizen spoke up now calling upon Tirian and Tirian turned to meet this mans gaze evenly.
"Silver Haired, Hero? HA this little twerp, you think him some hero that saved you from the Golem." Heizens words were harsh, but in his mind slightly true even, but him speaking them left a bad taste to the air. The people never gave in though and shouted horrid retorts back to Heizen as he talked ill of their "Hero" Maybe he was like that for them, but he didn't much care for all of this silly publicity either, he just wanted to be on his way and work on his skills and do what everyone else did, but they weren't having that sort of speech from him. "Alright then, if he is such a Hero then, he will have no issue proving his worth in battle!" Heizen growled and stepped down as his fingers were quick at work, and a Duel request popped up in front of Tirian.
Tirian sighed shaking his head as it fell into his palm and he thought to say no for a second, even with the crowd urging him to put the traitor down. "I have no time for this, If you want to play Hero, then that's fine with me, but I see no point in fighting you.." He started to turn away, started to walk off towards the gate, and then Heizen came back with a remark that triggered something in Tirian that should have remained dormant. "Oh so you will walk away, accept it and tronce away with your tail between your legs, just like you did with that red head?" Tirian turned thinking back to that first day in this game, but he glared viciously at the man a cold chill forming just from his eyes as he had his hand at his sword hilt. Heizen had no intention of stopping.
"You came late, and she called out to you even still trusting you to switch out with her. You got overwhelmed and of course you ran away from the conflict, you ducked out and hit behind the shield users, I saw it all, I saw your Hero on that day who let a girl who trust him DIE, IS this the leader you want, is this your Hero." Heizen's words left everyone speechless for a time as they glanced towards Tirian for some answer or explanation to defend against their doubts. Tirian, had none for them only looked down and let his emotion fade as his finger slowly and silently pressed the accept duel button. The countdown began as Heizen grinned happily and drew out his weapon Tirian let his fall limp with the tip against the ground and looked up with a dead look in his eyes. The people cleared a circle in the center of the city and the timer ticked down until the start bell rang.
Location Grand Masai
Morte~ Anyone
"Oh how lovely!" A sick grin played at his lips as he sat on top of one of the buildings getting a good view of the show about to unfold. "The "Hero" faces the Defaced "Leader" This is surely a grand sight to behold." He stood up then jumping over to the next building as he crouched down and looked down upon the square, it was all about to get interesting, as this match would decide a great many things, and the Anger of the Hero was so delicious, almost as delicious as the aspect of plucking those cold pale icy Dead blue eyes from his pretty little face, but for now he remained a spectator waiting to see in which direction things went.