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HP: 100
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STR: 0
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DEX: 0
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CON: 0
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ARAIGN IS
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Post by SPARROW on Nov 12, 2016 12:03:42 GMT -6
Sparrow didn’t realize how hard playing a game about swords would be without having actual knowledge about swords. She had figured that upon joining the game she would be imbued with some kind of ability that at least helped her wield the rusty, dull knife that was her starter sword. And while she wasn’t exactly wrong - there were certainly things she’d be able to do in time exactly because she was in the game that she would never be able to pull off in real life - she never realized that she had to work for it. That she had to level up. She had no idea how to do that. Yet she had to try at least, and so try she did for the past half hour in the forests of Horunka. She had named one particular tree her enemy, because hitting a steady target should be easy enough. But the more she swung, sliced, and stabbed at the immobile thing the weaker she felt. Not all her strikes even made it as intended. Her footwork was sloppy at best, and she wielded her sword the way a child would wield a baseball bat. As she swung another blow at the tree, she didn’t realize that her stance wasn’t wide enough. She ended up tripping on her own two feet, sending her little beginner sword spiraling on the ground. Right before the feet of another player. Sparrow pulled herself up, looking rather sheepish that she had almost stabbed someone in the foot. “Sorry about that,” she said to the stranger with a friendly smile. She would probably be even more embarrassed if she knew she had dirt smudged on her right cheek and leaves in unruly brown hair. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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HP: 500
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STR: 3 (+29)
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DEX: 0 (+13)
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CON: 6 (+74)
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Post by PAXILON on Nov 12, 2016 12:40:51 GMT -6
Pax was leaned up against the tree, trying his best not to laugh. This kid was a right marvel. He smiled as the sword bounced off of the tree almost every time. He could already tell there was three things she didn't know. Stance, grip, and purpose. He shook his head, watching her slip and falter time after time. Stance too wide, stance too narrow. That was a sword, not a stick. The longer he watched, though, the less amused he found himself. Each strike started to spark something in him. His smile gradually melted away into a frown. His amusement degraded into concern and realisation.
This player was trying. He could admire someone who was literally the worst at gaming, as long as they were trying. But this was more than just admiration. He was concerned because, not only were they trying, but they were failing horribly. In any other game, he would just laugh and be about his way, but this was life and death. He was reminded of his youngest sister, trying to learn to walk. Always falling. Always getting back up and trying to walk again. He watched the sword sail through the air, and he was almost tempted to step to the side, but he let it fly into the ground, mere inches from his foot. Instead of freaking out, he decided to try his best to play it cool. He looked down at the sword and raised an eyebrow at it, as if it had just asked him a very profound question. He looked back up at the girl, eyebrow still raised. He blew air out of his nose in a huff when she apologised.
"Don't apologise for almost chopping my foot off," he retorted a little too calmly, bending down to pick up her sword, "but rather apologise to the tree for such a tickling it so much. Honestly, what are you doing with this thing?"
He held up the sword by the blade and pointed the handle at her, "You won't get anywhere by just hacking at things, you know. It'd be like a carpenter only ever using a saw. There's more to it than just cutting."
Saying that, he let go of her sword and pulled out his own. It wasn't a very fancy sword, that was obvious. He let it glint in the light that was passing through the foliage above them. He smiled at the blade that he'd already achieved so much with. With a breath, he steadied himself. He twisted his hand slightly, turning towards the nearest tree. He imagined his blade slicing through the trunk like butter. He heard the sheen and felt the attack preparing itself. His sword glowed brightly for a moment and then it made a slight metallic noise, pinging that he was ready to go. And like that, the sword arced through the air, bright light following behind it. The tree shuddered under the might of the blow, and there was a rather large crater left in the side of the wood. With a laugh that said he was delighted with himself, he turned back to the girl.
"I don't think my sword's good enough to chop through a tree in one blow, but it certainly feels good to try to be cool," he chortled out the words, still slightly laughing at himself, "but no, you're lacking a lot of things, but the most important thing I think you're lacking is feeling. You have to know what your attack is before you even begin to move into position to enact it. And that doesn't just go for sword skills. Every move needs purpose! I- . . ."
Trailing of, he placed his hand against his face gently. That argument with his sister had really put him into a strange state of mind. He didn't normally go on rants about combat to people he didn't even know, "I'm so sorry, I'm going on some tirade here as if you asked for my help. Forgive me. I just saw you trying so hard. If you want my help, I'll be glad to give it, but I have to warn you. I'm a very tough person to get along with." SPARROW
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