Thread: ..::Iᴍᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ::.. [BᴏʙSᴀɢᴇᴛ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Ronan continued her trek forward, stopping even momentarily could prove to be a waste of time in the general necessity for him to level as quickly as possible. Levels created power, and power was what she would need to clear this game in the quickest time possible. She had already made the assumption that as long as she could clear all 100 floors he'd be able to let everyone return home safely without another worry. Yet, there were going to be casualties and the thought had crossed her mind in the aimless trek towards the next town...but she figured the sooner she could clear this game the more lives she would save. Ultimately, things were much different than what he had originally anticipated for this game, but adapting as quickly as possible was what would keep him alive. Placing her foot she managed to dig her right toe into the ground as she bent as close to the ground as possible, her left leg spread backwards as she pressed it against the dirt beneath him. A small whirring noise almost mechanical resounded from her hips as she lunged forward once more, the blade seemingly not moving with the line of boars in her path remaining still momentarily. Then in a moments notice all four of the boars before her split in half, collapsing into nothing more than blue pixels and code. Blade dash. She tossed the words over her tongue as if testing the sound of it after ascertaining the new skill. If an ability this useful was installed during the beta things would've been much easier. The iteration before this was a short line dash...but this one could be used almost akin to a gap closer given the right situation. The thought crossed her mind as she fumbled with the blade in her hand. Seemingly the blade grew lighter and lighter, a new mechanic perhaps? As she developed mastery with the blade it grew lighter and felt almost more agile without losing the strength behind it...the new addition would serve her quite well in the coming dungeons. She was a good hours trip away from the next town over, thus she began her travel without another moments hesitation. It was evident the point in which the two areas separated themselves as the low level boars turned into menacing packs of wolves that traveled throughout the surrounding grass lands that eventually turned into a dense collection of trees and tall bushes. Yet, considering her skill at parrying and her overall knowledge she easily dispatched of packs of wolves singlehandedly without relying on 'aggro trading' as many parties necessitated when dealing with these wolves at early levels. Strike. Side-Step. Strike. Side-Step. Blade Dash for the finish and they would erupt into pixels similarly to the boars before, yet they provided her with a larger quantity of exp, and some gold to boot. She would make it to the next town before contemplating a next rest...but by the rate she was moving she'd be in double digit levels within the next ten to twenty minutes. The figure that stood in the middle of the town amphitheater waited momentarily. Not necessarily the most powerful looking individual, but invariably they had this redeeming quality about them, this just powerful aura that drew attention to them when they spoke. It was almost this intangible asset commonly spoken about in history books and other ideologies about figures that have a skill for leading. Yet upon everyone looking in his direction he had openly disclosed his username for all to see. 'Asher'. From the looks of it he was a blade user of sorts as well, although the lack of armor plating and other defenses made it evident he relied more on the damage portion than being the average front liner, but considering he was the first to make an effort at uniting the players many had flocked over to see for themselves. I suppose this will be the turnout for now. The voice that boomed from Asher wasn't necessarily the deepest of voices, in particular to say the least it was quite high pitched for someone that commanded such power and attention. As we all know the only way for us to escape this damned place is to unite forces and work together to ultimately complete the 100th floor. We aren't certain of how easily this will be done, but from my knowledge if we work as a unit we can prevent casualties and ultimately complete the game in a much more efficient manner. It was around this time that the crowd of about fourty began to speak amongst themselves, most were nodding in agreement and whispering amongst themselves about how they believed that the kid was right . Yet there was also some dissent from the players surrounding them. Why should we listen to you? The beta testers couldn't even clear 100 and they played for months! We don't stand a chance! One of the figures from the furthest seats up yelled out in pure anger, yet it was evident when others would turn there was an immense quantity of fear that filled their eyes. We're stuck in this world and that's it! If you want to go out there and die! Then be my guest! The figure was extremely small, and seemed to wield a bow that was strapped across their back, yet from the high quantity of pouches and the mallet strapped to their belt it was evident...he was intended to be an artisan and a man of trade. Not necessarily combat. It was around this time many others had partially agreed, of the group of fourty that had initially been there was now a little bit smaller with approximately thirty or so members sticking around. I figured there would be some deserters, and I agree this mission is dangerous and potentially lethal. But there has to be a first group, an initial attack on the first boss, someone to break down that first door and serve as a beacon of hope for all of the other players and people trapped in this world just like us. Somehow the speaker went on unhitched, the interruption caused them no dismay and their collective thinking that had been slowly shifting towards desertion changed as Asher continued to speak. It will be dangerous and that is serious, but with this book. Asher paused pressing his hand forwards as a book materialized with a red stamped label that simply read 'beta' across the leather bound cover. We can utilize the notes and tips from the beta testers to increase our skills at this low level to increase our chances of success at the first boss. We can practice on the weaker mobs together to increase our chances of survival, and our ability to work with others as necessary. Together, if we apply ourselves we can beat this game and ultimately win back our freedom. So, I ask you all who remain. Who will fight with me!? The figure that had gathered everyones attention exclaimed that last line raising their hand high into the air with the leatherbound notebook pressed between their index finger and thumb as they cheered with the residual shouts and chants of all who were around listening to the speech. It was at this point a message to all those in the area was displayed on the screen sent by Asher himself. Group up with at least one other person and begin your practice on the boars on the outskirts. Create a party and practice the notes contained within your copy of the 'beta testers' notebook. We will be attempting to move to the next town by tomorrow or the day after depending on everyones capabilities or preparedness. The day following that we will attempt our first clear of the boss. The message stayed momentarily until each player closed it after completing their own interpretations and reading. It was a good effort to change the pre-existing gloomy atmosphere that surrounded the entirety of the player population and thus many of the players agreed. Many nodded to eachother as they grouped up attempting to form parties and befriend their newly found comrades. Afterall, even though this was a game they would be fighting life or death beside one another. Hey, I figured you might need a party mate? A tall figure with long locks of flowing white hair appeared from behind Ziv. A single hand raised in the air as he smiled politely. Across his back was a large axe with a menacing jagged tip that looked like it could do some damage even for a beginners weapon. Atop his head read the name 'Zeke'. A name and face Ziv recognized as one of her old classmates back from school. My name's Zeke I'm a berzerker, but basically I just get hit and deal the damage back. The figure extended their hand towards Ziv unknowing that beneath that male face was a beautiful woman in wait. Oh well...I guess you could tell my name already couldn't you...but that's beside the point. I figured that if you and I worked together we could definitely clear this first dungeon with ease...we'll probably need some practice though...I'm a bit slow on this whole VR thing.