ALfheim Online (Online IC)
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				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 04:04:39</strong>
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				(http://images.wikia.com/swordartonline/images/9/96/Alfheim_Map.jpg)<br><hr><strong>Season:</strong> End of Fall (October Event just ended)<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Noon<br><strong>Weather:</strong> Light Snowfall expected in all zones<br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>ALO Player News Report</strong></div><br>! -Players are encouraged to prepare for the Christmas Events scheduled for the next two months. Please see player handbook in your inventory for details on those events.<br>~ -Police have ceased investigation into apparently 'sleep logging', as the phenomenon has become known. The phenomenon has been stated as a result of spending too much time in VRMMOs, and it is suggested by officials that one should not spend more than 3 hours online every day. While the case has been closed, more players are reporting this laps of time upon logging out of ALfheim Online, with no memory of continuing playing or being awake in the real world. It should be noted that all players complaining of these reports have fully logged out of ALO, and they appear to be asleep during these times.<br>~ -In other news, the quest for rare weapons grows more vicious, with Salamander forces striking at every turn. It is recommended to party up to stay safe, unless you think yourself greater than the Salamander General Eugene. Play safe out there.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>&lt;&lt;End of Line&gt;&gt;</strong></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 10:32:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dvalin<br><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Seras and Illyria<br><hr><br>Dvalin sat on the counter of his shop and looked at the two red fireballs that hovered over his floor, he shook his head and sighed "I told Eugene last time he came here. I DON'T GIVE DISCOUNTS TO RACES!" The two salamanders had tried to force him to give the salamander army a discount of his wares, as well as exclusive rights to some of his finer good, to which Dvalin had replied by smacking the first in the face with his maul and smashing the ribs of the other. He now stared at their "souls" knowing full well they could hear and see him still. He moved out of the front room and into his bedroom where he sat down on a chair, opened his inventory, found a bottle of wine and a glass, and started drinking. Though the alcohol in ALO didn't affect you directly, it did some rather fun things to the control engine, making it hard to walk and even harder to fly. <br><br>He brought up the Private Message menu, pressed the "To" field and wrote "Seras, Illyria" he moved down and started writing "So, guys.... I might have done something really stupid just now, so if you could stop by the shop I would appreciate it, it's sorta urgent... and do tell me if you see any salamanders heading for me shop... well salamanders that are affiliated with the army and with Eugene that is" He added before pressing the send button. He got up again and when he walked out into the front room again the two small fireballs were gone. He sighed heavily and scratched his head "Why did they have to bother me and not lisbeth...."
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:37:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Illyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Yggdrasil City at the top of the World Tree (Then AINCRAD 4th Floor Davlin's shop)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Davlin<br><br><br><br>Illyria was strolling lazily through Yggdrasil city looking for anything to do. Her tail was swishing back and forth while her ears were rotating taking in all the sounds. She then noticed the little pinging of a message arriving. She was surprised as she read the contents of the message. She chuckled before taking flight from the city up to the first floor of AINCRAD.<br><br>She had been amongst the first to fly back to the flying castle when they reopened it as a part of ALO and with her previous experiences in the Iron Castle she was an invaluable source of information to those from ALO who had not been there the first time. She then made her way to the teleport gate in the center of the city where she told it to take her to the fourth floor.<br><br>The Cait Sith had yet to see any Salamanders and she was curious what kind of idiocy the black smith had mentioned. She arrived by kicking the door open "YO!" she boomed cheerfully before adding "What the hell did ya do this time?" She kept the cheerful and somewhat bombastic smirk on her lips. This of course was all par for the course with the white furred Cait Sith.
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				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 22:41:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Vox<br><strong>Location:</strong> 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aniya, Fuuko<br><br>There was nothing but a serene melody of chirps and tweets from the virtual avian life fluttering above the midst of thick, wall-like clusters of bamboo. The sweet mix was transformed into a cacophony of flapping wings and dashing feathers by a brutal note of stone slabs swinging open. The convicted maestro had kicked the door ajar, reopening an entrance into the small hill of rock that had housed a brutal boss fight. Judging by the endless gallery of nicks and scratches on the armor of the stern and imposing figure, it would have been prudent to bring a bit more members to the group.<br><br>Never-mind that the stocky, tall swordsman tepidly stepping out of the entrance looked like he could substitute easily for three Undine nerds. The battle-scars on the armor (more an in-game literal description of the need to fix them) brings that number up to four tiny Undine nerd-children. It's unfortunate that the sunlight illuminating the rest of the warrior unveiled that the brute's brutal-looking blade had broken apart in the middle. Ideally, the other piece would be lodged in whatever beast's bum. <br><br>More importantly this meant that he could only substitute for two tiny Undines right now. Vox is not credit to team.<br><br>The glorious overbite-sporting armor made an unfriendly, angry rustle as he turned to point the busted sword rudely towards the two still inside the hill. A delicate, crimson-eyed Spriggan and a wild-haired fellow Salamander.
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				Post by: <strong>Sylia</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 01:52:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aniya<br><strong>Location:</strong> 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vox, Fuuko<br><br>"AHAHAHAHA, that was great!" Aniya laughed boisterously as she emerged from the boss fight. Hp was critically low, out of hp items and her two handed sword was looking as worse for wear as she was. Despite the hard fought fight, she was still in a good mood after that showy display in there. They nearly died thrice over and yet here they stand, victorious. "That boss really didn't like you, Fuuko-chan!"<br><br>"Heck, it didn't like any of us very much to be honest." Aniya continued, once free of the hill stretching out and working her shoulders. "So hows the sword, Vox-kun? Think you made enough to get it repaired? And with that fancy armor of yours?"
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 05:51:46</strong>
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				Name: Fuuko<br>Location: 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills<br>Tagging: Aniya, Vox<br><hr>A stark contrast to the other two, the third girl looked no worse for the wear than she usually did, except for maybe a little fraying at the hem of her spidersilk kimono. Two red swords here slung on her back, a few shades darker than the bright red cloth around her waist. The girl awkwardly played with the ends of her frazzled, but still pretty, long black hair.<br><br><strong>"W . . well . . . that's because I thought you guys were right behind me when we started the fight . . . I wouldn't have attacked first if I'd known it was gonna aggro to me for like . . most of the fight . . . I didn't even do that much damage to it!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 11:35:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Vox<br><strong>Location:</strong> 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aniya, Fuuko<br><br>As quickly as the battered, broken sword was brandished, it was put away. Aniya's playful question took a serious dark turn, judging from how speedily Vox turned to count the coins in his purse. It's true that fighting the boss with less members meant bigger cuts of payouts. But it's also true that there's no way the jingle was enough for the dingle on his tingle. At least the sword could be fixed, if he could find a blacksmith willing to do it for a fairly low price. If only he carried a spare!<br><br>The burly swordsman faced the two girls again, and chivalrously lumbered over past the other Salamander to approach Fuuko. Leaning with a battered hand over the stone entrance, the husky, rarely witnessed voice of Vox rumbled, looming over the delicate Spriggan. "<strong>Yeah. Owe me. Make a new sword.</strong>" 
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				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 17:48:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dvalin<br><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Illyria<br><hr><br>He chuckled at the young Cait Sith and sighed "Please... stop ruining my door.." He said with an exaggerated sigh, a smirk spreading on his lips "Well... It's gonna need a bit of an explanation" He began explaining to her how the Salamanders had been bugging him for months now, how he'd gotten threats before, but that they had physically threatened him this time around. He explained how he had retaliated by using dark magic and attacking them with his maul<br><br>He looked into her eyes as he sat down on the counter "So... you see... I'm in quite a lot of heat right now" He said with a strained sigh, looking down at his feet "I'm gonna contact the Leprechaun King if this keeps up.... start an embargo against the salamanders"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 20:24:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Illyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aincrad 4th floor Davlin's smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Davlin<br><br><br>The cait sith listened to the tale the leprechaun told her about the salamanders and his potentially getting an embargo imposed on them. She burst into a fit of laughter when he finished speaking. After her laughter died down she grinned "I hear ya so ya want a bit of help keeping the assholes from retaliating eh?" She had a large and cheesey grin plastered on her face as she said this. <br><br>She couldn't help but think about how hilarious this all sounded and it actually gave her something to do for a while. Then she remembered his words about the door and looked back at it sheepishly "do I really do that everytime?" she asked her ears folding slightly in shame.
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				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 08:22:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Seras<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aincrad 4th floor Davlin's smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Davlin, Illyria<br><hr><br>Seras took a deep breath as the teleport gate ported him into the 4th floor of Aincrad, memories of the thousands of players of SAO flooded back to him as he looked about at the new inhabitants of the floating castle. Everything was the same, except for the wings and brighter colors, and yet the nostalgia was only hindered by the fear that still lingered in Seras as he stood motionless at the gate of the scenic town. As a Salamander strode by, minding his own business, Seras grasped the hilt of his sword at his hip as if to draw it before regaining his composure. "That's behind you... Relax..." he told himself, opening his messages before him to reread one of his few true friend's messages.<br><br>Dvalin had set up his shop on the 4th floor back when Aincrad was still the setting of the Death Game, Sword Art Online, and it became a regular hangout for the front line fighter commonly called the Indigo Edge. Sure, Seras had plenty of people on his friends list that he had helped level or joined on raids for his DPS, but Dvalin was one of the few people online that understood why Seras did what he did. It was a friendship the two had worked hard to foster, and one that Seras greatly cherished.<br><br>Walking up to the shop with an almost spectral silence, Seras stood silently in the doorway while Dvalin explained the situation to Illyria, all the while admiring the work of his blacksmith friend. The only time he broke his silence was when Illyria realized she broke the Leprechaun's door just about every time she entered, a hearty laugh erupting from his lithe frame. Resettling his glasses upon his nose, he shook his head before entering the store proper, "Yes you do, and I'm sorry I'm late. You know how hard it is for me to navigate this floor." Seras had his armored coat opened at the center, showing his comfort inside his friend's residence while he examined the wares that were laid about with the keen eye that had been honed through battle... and the aid of his equipment appraisal skill.<br><br>"So, if I understood your message correctly, you did what you usually do when people try to muscle you into giving them things, right? Otherwise, why would Eugene want your place burnt to the ground?" Seras asked frankly without looking up from one of the blades that were laid out on a table. Adjusting his dark tinted glasses once more, he looked up to his old friend with a warm smile and a cheerful expression before continuing, "I'll help keep the reds from blowing you up, but you have to do that impossible job you keep turning down for me. Deal?" Seras knew that Dvalin would begrudgingly agree, if only due to their friendship and the challenge of making a sword to rival a high level boss drop.
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				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 08:50:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dvalin<br><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Seras and Illyria<br><hr><br>Dvalin glared at Seras and held out his hand "Manticore horn" He said to his old friend, it wasn't a request, Seras knew the rules, if someone wanted soemthing, even his friends, they'd have to contribute a rare drop material to the forging process. Dvalin quite simply didn't have the time to go around gathering high level, rare, even legendary materials himself, and he didn't have to. When his old SAO buddies found out he was setting up shop he immediately after the start of ALO. This had made him the favoured blacksmith of a lot of guilds and had given his requirements a fair justification. "And don't try to fool me Seras, Vidia told me you two took down 6 yesterday" Vidia was one of their old guild mates from SAO who didn't play nearly as much as they did. She HAD been Dvalin's girlfriend during the Death Game, but after they were released she found just how hard it was to date Masamune. Now they were just friends, he was fine with that.&nbsp; Dvalin smiled softly "And besides, it's the only material on the known list we haven't tried yet.... okay... I'll throw some dragon bone in there too... from my own collection that is" He said with a grin. <br><br>He looked over at Illyria "You need anything repair Ill? might as well get it done now" He said, stretching a bit and moving back behind the counter. He looked down at his belt and saw the little bone dagger "Still the only bone weapon found?" He asked Seras who was much more in tune with the latest information than he was<br>
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				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 09:36:29</strong>
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				Name: Seras<br>Location: Aincrad 4th floor Davlin's smithy<br>Tagged: Davlin, Illyria<br><hr><br>Seras' cheeky smile quickly turned to a frown as he began to sulk at the price for his new equipment, though it was hardly asking for much considering the requirements he had set for the standard of his gear. He had been playing with the same gear ever since ALO had switched to the new server with Aincrad floating above the world below. "B-but... I'm your best frien- Ya know, I know better..." Seras finally caved, drawing up his inventory before presenting his friend with the items he required. "And those were a pain to get, mind you. I expect good things out of this. Oh, and if it's an unnamed blade, I get to name it this time. The last time you named a blade for me, I carried around the &lt;&lt;Periwinkle Flower Blade&gt;&gt; for a month. Still not forgiving you for that one."<br><br>Placing the horn down on the table as an unowned item allowed his friend to receive it without the trouble of entering the trade window, and it felt far more natural considering the player's time in SAO. "So, think it'll be ready soon? Oh, and did you get any new coats in for Imps yet? I really want to trade up, but nothing has quite met my requirements yet." Seras said with a gleeful smirk before going about looking at the collected armors on display dummies. Unlike most Leprechaun's in ALO, Dvalin carried equipment for all races. You just had to pay the premium to either have it made or have it found by the skilled smith.<br><br>Turning to the Cait Sith, Seras bowed his head for a moment before winking at the friend he ended up with thanks to way too many hours spent on the front lines of the Death Game. "So, how 'bout them Salamanders?" he asked in a clearly faigned attempt at small talk. "Ya know, doors do have knobs. And if you don't like using them, jump through the window like I do," he continued on into a playful tease. Turning back to Dvalin, he shook his head while sighing, without a word letting his friend know that the search was still on. While rare items had been popping up ever since the relaunch, bone weapons still proved to be something of a one off.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 15:25:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Illyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> AINCRAD 4th Floor, Davlin's smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Davlin, Seras<br><br><br>The cait sith blanched a bit when Seras confirmed that she did destroy the door every time she visited the smithy. She then stood quietly while the two discussed the leprechaun's predicament and forging a new weapon. Her ears did perk up when the smith asked if she needed anything repaired and she quickly brought up her items list to look at the durability of her equipment. "My sword does need a bit of maintenance but that seems to be it really" she remarked pulling the blade off of her back and placing it on the counter. That was a feature she had always liked about both SAO and ALO was that un-owned items and weapons could simply be placed into the hands of others without the need of going through a trade window. <br><br>She then grinned as Seras brought up the &lt;Periwinkle Flower Blade&gt; "I remember that...it was priceless" she could remember his face when she first laughed at him over the weapons name and how he insisted that it was Davlin's fault and not his own.<br><br>She pouted as Seras teased her about her use of doors "I know that......I just think it's a bit more....flourish-y to just kick open doors...." then her ears folded again "but....I guess it is kinda rude to do that to your friends doors" she had a sweatdrop as she mentioned it. <br><br>Both Davlin and Seras were good friends of hers from the death game of SAO. She had met Davlin on the fourth floor of AINCRAD about a week after it had opened up and found his smithy to be quite cozy and his prices were to put it simply some of the most fair she had encountered so she quickly made him her smith of choice though she would occasionally visit Lisbeth as well. Seras she had met during the repetitive hours on the front lines. Their friendship had bloomed from countless battles and working together if they happened to be in the same group. <br><br>Of course when the death game ended her shyness got the better of her and she had yet to actually meet any of her friends in real life. She found it strange not to constantly see people but at the same time she found it comforting. Her biggest reason for not meeting in real life was that she was still suffering some shell shock from the fact that she had actually killed people. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sylia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 19:40:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aniya<br><strong>Location:</strong> 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fuuko, Vox<br><br>"Aww, not enough monies to get your stuff fixed?" Aniya asked, poking at Vox absently. "Well I guess I can hook you up! Since you're certainly barking up the wrong tree if you wanna get cash outta Fuuko-chan!"<br><br>"Anyways, lets get outta here before the boss decides to respawn and really wipe us out this time!" Aniya cheerfully laughed, slapping Vox on the back. "C'mon Fuuko-chan, Vox-kun! I heard of a decent blacksmith on the fourth floor that does good work. Shall we?"<br><br>Without waiting for a response, Aniya grabbed the both of them with either hand and began to <del>drag</del> pull them towards the gate. In her mind, they were coming along willingly, but lord knows what the reality really was.
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				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 20:36:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dvalin<br><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Seras and Illyria<br><hr><br>Dvalin smiled and took the manticore horn and walked over to his anvil, he opened his inventory and found some other materials, for the first time ever filling the material list. He grasped the maul and lifted it up, bringing it down on the anvil, the forging progression took a leap and then another as he struck. After 10 minutes the blade was done and he held it up "<strong>Interesting</strong>" he said with a curious look "<strong>This is very, very interesting</strong>" He said as he looked at Seras "<strong>I think you should contact your buddies at MMOstream...</strong>" He smiled proudly "<strong>I just forged another piece of Ancestral class gear</strong>" He held up the blade and the name popped up <strong>&lt;&lt;Vahliin,&nbsp; fang of the Imps&gt;&gt; </strong> he handed the weapon over to Seras "<strong>here dude, take good care of it</strong>" he said with a smile, before taking the stuff the two of them needed repaired "<strong>dude! I'm hosting a party for the guild tomorrow, you in? mom and dad left earlier today!</strong>" he said with a smile "<strong>They're all coming</strong>" he looked at Illyria "<strong>Well... You know... we're not that scary out of this space</strong>" he said, holding his hands out 
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 06:39:59</strong>
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				Name: Fuuko<br>Location: 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills<br>Tagging: Aniya, Vox<br><hr><strong>"Ehh? You want my money? Wait . . I'm not that wealthy on here you know . . . I sorta spend everything on crafting materials . . ."</strong> Fuuko started to respond to the big armored Salamander, getting ready to bolt . . . before she found her tiny self being dragged along by Aniya.<br><br><strong>"EHH!? But . . I have other stuff to do today!"</strong> The Spriggan tried (in vain) to pull away from Aniya, finding herself pulled off towards the Gate regardless of her will.
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				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 23:44:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Vox<br><strong>Location:</strong> 37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aniya, Fuuko<br><br>No, that's not what he meant. He just wanted a discount on sword-smithing services! Goddamn it! Why does his alternate persona have to be so goddamn awkward?! Suffocated in marinara sauce, Vox was about to disable the husky voice modulator and speak more clearly before he felt that his feet were sliding on the ground. Rampaging through dusty ground and anthills alike, he found himself being dragged along by Aniya as well. <br><br>Turning to face the other Salamander for a moment, the befuddled swordsman grunted. Most likely smoldering in rage at how the petite Spriggan dared to defy his will! Whatever, he can explain later.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jebble212</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 00:51:28</strong>
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				Name: Vincent<br>Location: Aincrad 1st floor unknown tavern (Then Aincrad 4th floor)<br><hr><br><br>Vincent was arching his back to the wall from his seat as he let the last drop of ale find his lips. Slamming the empty tankard to the table he signaled the barkeep for another. A quick glance at the room made him notice just how busy they were and to a greater extent just how empty the tables surrounding him were. He thought to himself. Am I really that bad? That's when he notice the table closest, with people. Half were blatantly staring and whispering, the other half were peeking when they thought he couldn't see. Rising to his feet while gripping his sword he roared. "The hell are you looking at?!?" One of the patrons fell out of his seat another did a spit take as Vincent let out a growl. *Splash* Vincent new that noise, that horrible noise, the noise which haunted his dreams, the sound of waisted ale. His attention moved to the counter where the barkeeper was pouring out his tankard. Frozen in terror and rage Vincent's knees buckled and he fell back to his chair. All the players in the tavern let out a loud sigh of relief in unison. Vincent though his empty tankard across the room shattering it against the wall opposite him and silencing the room. Averting his eyes from the bar and resting his head he began sulking against his forearm. Trying desperately to ignore the goosebumps, the hairs standing on end, the shiver running down his back as the barkeep stared daggers at him. What kind of soulless harpy would take ale hostage. This couldn't be a normal NPC, she had to be some kind of moderator, AI, or Hacker. Regardless of what it could be, he was obligated to challenge her deception with everything he had, that way she would be forced to expose her true power. *Slam* A new tankard was planted in front of him. The fuck was this!? Who does she think she is?!? Does she really think I can be distracted and pacified so easily!?!? MmmMmm!.. Mmmm.... Vincent sat angrily mumbling and thinking to himself as he guarded and sipped from his new tankard. After finishing off his drink Vincent headed outside, the sun was bright but didn't hurt his eyes as they adjusted. He stretched unnecessarily but it was a habit he performed after lengthy sittings and he was in no hurry to correct it. A sign hanging overhead caught his attention and instigated large amount of confused blinking. "Molly's player run pub" Such a plausible explanation for the NPCs actions was impossible, he was now sure the cause was a rogue AI using aberrant NPC to control and manipulate the player population. He had to act! He had to save everyone! He was there only hope!... And he was gonna.. In a bit... If he was up that late.... Maybe. Continuing down the cobblestone road Vincent started making his way to the towns warp gate. As he trotted along a group of salamanders rounded a corner and started walking in front of him. They were complaining to each other about some smith on the fourth floor while Vincent was content with eavesdropping he was in no way content with letting them escape without a scuffle. Drawing his blade he hollered loud. "Prepare yourselves!!!" ........ He found himself yelling at a warp gate. They had left without so much as a glance at him and now he looked pretty damn stupid with every merchant and player in the area watching him. "Take a fucking picture!!" Sheathing his sword after the crowd averted there rubbernecking Vincent activated the gate. Arriving at the fourth floor Vincent surveyed the area for any sign of mayhem, hoping there was a chance to get involved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ALfheim Online (Online IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 18:32:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Illyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> AINCRAD 4th Floor Davlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Davlin and Seras<br><br><br>Illyria listened as Davlin invited her and Seras to a guild party in real life and then said theat they weren't scary outside of ALO. She folded her arms in front of her chest "First of all what's with that "we're not scary" bit? and secondly...." she trailed off as she realized she had idea where she was going with that train of thought.<br><br>She was however staring at the sword that Davlin had just made it looked pretty cool actually. She had always been the type to admire the beauty of weapons but she didn't know&nbsp; why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ALfheim Online (Online IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2013, 22:59:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aniya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aincrad 4th Floor Davlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Davlin, Seras, Illyria, Fuuko, Vox, and anyone else that might've gathered there.<br><br>"To the Smithy~ To the Smithy~!" Sang Aniya as she pulled both her party members behind her, a testament of her incredible strength.. among other things. The three of them exited the gate for the fourth floor, making a beeline for Davlin's Smithy, which Aniya didn't realize could get ugly should she say the wrong thing. But what's the odds of that happening? Low, right? Right.<br><br>Poking her head into the smithy after noticing the door was strangely missing. "Hiii!" She cheerfully exclaimed, dragging in both the diminutive Fuuko and the imposing Vox. "I heard this smithy was pretty good so my friend here needs his equipment to be repaired! I'll be paying for it of course! Fuuko-chan, do you need repairs also or do you got the cash for it?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ALfheim Online (Online IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 20:29:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fuuko<br><strong>Location:</strong> 4th Floor of Aincrad, Davlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aniya, Vox<br><hr>All the while, the girl had been pleading for them to just back up and go do something else, or that she needed to log-out to get pizza, or anything to try and get away to no avail. As they reached Davlin's Smithy she whimpered, mumbling. <strong>"But . . I don't need any help, I'm a smith too . . ."</strong><br><br>She wasn't particularly surprised that the store was rather busy, as Davlin seemed to be relatively well-known as taking all manner of forging skills, as opposed to Fuuko's specialization on a smaller array of skills. With a sigh, she raised a hand in greeting, looking like the world was ending around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ALfheim Online (Online IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 20:49:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dvalin<br><strong>Location:</strong>4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone in the shop<br><hr><br>Dvalin lowered his eyes to meet Illyria's "by that I mean that everyone from the old gang from SAO has been to one of my parties, I've hosted 15, and then only one we haven't seen yet, is you... We know what you look like remember? you have nothing to fear, we're all friends, besides, we're probably just gonna end up talking about ALO like last time while enjoying each other's company" he said as he saw the door open again "Hi, welcome to the shop" He looked at Seras and grinned "Hope you'll enjoy that, I do believe it's better than what you carry already" he said. He turned his attention to the newly arrived and bowed a bit "Welcome to my shop, I'm Dvalin, The Master Smith, Paragon of the Steel and Forgemaster" He said, all being titles earned by improving smithing and metalworking, Forgemaster being the title gained for processing 10.000 stacks of mithril
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				Title: <strong>Re: ALfheim Online (Online IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 06:42:33</strong>
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				Name: Seras<br>Location:4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br>Tagged: Everyone in the shop<br><hr><br>When Dvalin revealed the weapon he forged with the item that Seras had collected, the Imp couldn't help but smile at his friend's handy work. "Dvalin, if you keep this up, you're not gonna be able to keep outdoing yourself buddy," the indigo clad swordsman teased before taking hold of Vahliin by it's out-held hilt. Like most one handed longswords in SAO and by extension ALO, the hilt was long enough to balance the nearly three foot blade connected to it, the pommel appearing almost like that of a slightly bent railroad spike with a slightly rounded top, giving it a clear front and back side. It's guard extended out from the blade to the front and back, a flat edge towards the tip, with a divet in the blade's edge and guard, and a rounded curve edge towards the pommel, giving the guard the appearance of bat wings. The edge of the double edged blade was raised from the core of the blade, giving it a clear and wide fuller the length of the cutting edge, dyed a deep purple the color of the night sky in the depths of winter. Along the blade, separating the hilt from the crossguard, was a single white fang impended into the blade as straight as an arrow and as clear and white as new fallen snow.<br><br>"So, &lt;&lt;Vahliin, Fang of the Imps&gt;&gt;..." Seras whispered as he examined the blade more closely, balancing it on it's pommel before whipping it through the air with speed and ending with it held straight out to his right side, edge down. Before the others came in, the blade was then placed into Seras' inventory, rather than being equipped, something that Dvalin and Illyria would understand after fighting along side him in SAO. "It's rather heavy for a one-handed straight sword, but it's durable. The hilt seemed a little long, but that's perfect for me," he replied with a wide smile, leaning on the counter near Dvalin. "Oh, and of course I'll be at your party. Wouldn't miss it. As for little miss catgirl over here..." Seras trailed off with a smirk before shaking his head, "She's afraid she'll be hit on by you. Why else would she not wanna show her face again?" Seras quickly dashed across the room before Dvalin could take a swipe at him, only to receive his karmic retribution immediately as the door slammed into him.<br><br>Sighing as he rose back to his feet, Seras took a deep breath before shaking his head as Dvalin put on his classic Leprechaun charm to edge out an extra bit of money from his customers. "Dvalin, the honorifics are getting a bit old ya'know," Seras said with an annoyed look before walking towards his other friend and nudging her in the side. Leaning in, he whispered in Illyria's ear, "You really should come to his party. Even if you wanna leave early. I'll personally give you a ride if you want. Just... Think about it at least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ALfheim Online (Online IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 08:17:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Illyria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aincrad 4th floor, Davlin's Smithy<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All preasent in the shop<br><br><br>Illyria watched as Seras appraised the sword and then tease the Leprechaun about hitting on her before running off only to get smacked by the door on his way as it opened up revealing more customers. Of course the tall imp then whispered in her ear to consider going to the party. "mou......" she mumbled disgruntled at being ganged up on by them to go to the party. "I'll think about it" she grumbled still with her ears drooping to show her disapproval. <br><br>She then turned to look at those who had entered and noted the apparent situation of two of the party members being dragged along "well aint that quite a predicament" she remarked her former cheer returning as the topic seemed to change.
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