Hirru

"Well, I'd say we could go for one more, but let's take our time for this next one." He would look upon everyone's energy reserves and some of them needed a better rest than just a few moments. He would refrain from using another spyglass, so that their respawn time was slightly longer than before. Hirru didn't want everyone burned out from this floor and the burning sensations all around. Heck, without survival, Hirru had been cooking in his armor. Taking off the helm, he could breath once more. Not that one needed to, but the feeling was always there. "Let's settle for a bit.

Path A word that had more meaning than what Hirru really realized. To find his own way without knowing exactly where he was going. He had been doing so for such a long time that it barely felt like a path at all. More like a labyrinth that he has scouted many times over, but keep finding new routes each and every time. Though, those routes are always dead ends. It's only when he starts over again that he finds anything new. Seeing that NIGHT was leaning in to him, the message that had was hidden. Not so much from he himself, but from the player menu's initial settings. A menu

Hirru comes and goes from the first floor more frequently than he once thought. There were quite a few new traders lately, and it was good trade to get some businesses up. There was one that caught his attention. A modest little shop out on the outskirts. An older gentleman sitting by, or more waiting. The hunter was not dressed in his armor, to keep a bit of suspicion away. Not that it really did much when he would do something like the thing he was about to do. Stepping up to the man, the hunter made a proposition. "Good sir! I'm here for simple business. The items here are

They didn't need any push nor any advice more than what he could have given. They all had already defeated it once before, so the fight was nothing more than routine. Things could happen and someone could miss a hit here or there, but experience is always better to have. The hunter could only wish that he could join them more on the damage front, but he had his job and they had theirs. Speaking of his job, there was a claw user that needed another pep up. Was it always like this back when he was less experienced? He couldn't remember having used up so much energy with his arts, but

"Well.." Pulling out the message from Mina, he looked at the list of things that they needed from the 2nd tier field bosses. There were quite a few, but mostly the hellfire was needed for now. He did want to go up to the eleventh floor, but would be up to the group. That, and they had several other bosses on several other floors to get to. In fact, the list was mostly on the T2 groups part. "..We just got roughly four from that. Depending on certain things, we may need to kill it a couple more times. That's just the main target. We also got..." A long pause before while r

The Lion went in for the attack, but not with it's claws or teeth. The big kitty went in with a bound; pouncing upon Wulfrin? with reckless abandon. There wasn't much time for stopping it, but Freyd was already in the thick of it. Shredding the lion and taking the brunt of that damage instead of their trainee, which was good. Healing Freyd was slightly easier, since he knew the man kept his survival on and had his own battle healing. Running into the fray, the hunter would have his friend's back. Quite literally, as he had to get to near touching distance, rubbing his hands together for

"Well, that's also new." Hirru commented on the fan that Mina was now using. He could have sworn that was another part of the info being shared out. Projectile and Throwing capabilities were unlocked not long ago, and were probably going to be a new tactic to run with. The thought of throwing his shield sounded like a pretty neat idea, but the logic of trying to get it back pushed that idea away. He already had to run around to heal and energize everyone. He didn't need to be running around catching his shield like some toy. Was there a toy like that in the real world? Probably wou

The field boss was not long for life, nor rebirth. That is just how the battle goes against some of these lower tiered bosses. Enough firepower could easily burn through them, but that could also be the players downfall. As the Phoenix's death cries faded with its crystalline shattering, their rewards would be brought up. Each one of them would gain a Hellfire consumable, meaning they had farmed 4 consumables. There was a slight issue though. The group was made up of only three that would probably be part of the front. If Morning was vouching for and had invited Wulfrin himsel

There wasn't much to it. They were already on the burning, coursing, heat death that was the ninth floor. Phoenix wasn't even an issue to find, as Morning had the tracking capabilities to find the beast. The players before him looked to be ready for an onslaught, though that was only one of them. The other one that came to them in, what could only be stated as, arrogance? If they had taken care of the field boss here before, then there was no reason to doubt their strength. More so, he and Morning were there to take care of anything that happened during the hunts. It was only unfortunat

Yawning during the talk, the hunter wanted to pushed through when it seemed that the whole of them were ready to carry on the venture. It wasn't that he was disrespectful to Mina and her choice of training methods. She seemed forward enough with that. Their quarry would be a field boss among the lowered tier variety, which wasn't always great. Most of the time, there wouldn't be much issue, but the suggestion to lower themselves into an assisting role did come up. This was something new that had circulated the rounds of the info brokers. Supposedly, a party could gain more experience, bu

"Pretty sure that Phoenix is gonna take us quite a while. Not that it's gonna be hard, but it comes back after death. We'll be fighting twice as hard, to get multiple of these things." Freyd had sent them a list of field bosses that were around specific tiers to hunt. The ones that they were going for were the tier two based field bosses, which was mainly why the hunter was here. He needed a few more of the Wicked Woods barrier. Though, that was only for him, there were other buffs that were out there they could get. Hellfire was definitely one of the few that came in handy in the l

There will be a time in a man's life, when he must do what is good for the ones he loves. To give unto himself, so that others can survive and benefit. There will be a way to find what will keep the peace and tranquility of the world. Today is not that day.. "Freyd, why the hell is Mina calling me 'caffeine o'clock', in her message?" If the avatars could accurately show the state of someone's psyche, Hirru's would be tired beyond a shadow of a doubt. There hadn't been much time between his last venture, and a rather impromptu talking to from Baldur about what the fuck a moose

Fielding The Front [T2 Lock Down] As the jade haired individual looked upon the poster that he slapped up, he sighed heavily. There wasn't any good way to do this, but his hunter for hire posters were all but expired, and heavily useless. He wasn't a proper hunter anymore, just a healer that could keep people alive in most senses. His overall appearance didn't help in that manner either, as his main set of armor was made to look like a great knight, or something. He couldn't even use sword arts anymore, except maybe the more useless ones. "And they wanted to put these th

"To deal with all of this? You mean all of the rough work, or is it more?" The hunter didn't understand the question too well. What was there to think about? The raids were just overly complicated mob fights that could do more. There were plenty of things to figure out, but that didn't mean it wasn't a no-brainer. "For the most part, hunting for consumables like this is only a rough part of it. There are so many field bosses that even I don't quite know of, that may have worth while rewards, especially when they could help buff yourself or your party. Though, with that, it is a

As the beast rammed the shielding, the icy wind would bite against him as it enveloped the air around him. He could feel himself slow down more and more, but it didn't seem to really affect his abilities. A quick bucking of antlers and slamming of hooves, the attack would be over. Hirru was glad to have the ability to reduce that damage, but there would have to be some thing done about it. This chill was causing him to be an easier target, but he wasn't the issue. If any of the others got hit with that, especially Freyd, there would be more damage to them than what he could probably save.

"Fuck, if it isn't all of them!" Freyd asked him the question that has been bugging him for quite some time too. Why did the sight of bugs piss him off so? Was it the ungodly sight of things that should be smaller? Should they be smaller?! He couldn't say. Though, there were instances that really brought it out. As an array of hands tried to reach out to him as the snake passed by, the hunter slapped them aside with his shield. "The scorpions of the 5th floor with their paralyzing venom. The ants of the 11th floor with their burrows that extend throughout the floor. THE ENTIR

Everyone was doing their part well enough, but there were still many things that needed to be done. The unbending branches that one would call antlers were swaying and freezing along with half of the body. There wasn't much time until something would happen, but what was there to do? He couldn't do much at this point, at all. Keeping everyone's energy up while they fought was about the only thing he could keep up with, but as Morning circled behind him for protection, the hunter was reminded of what he could do. He had a very particular skill that he could employ at times like this.

"I'm.. not sure.." Freyd was making sure that the hunter had not mentally left him behind. Hirru was wondering the same thing, if he was going to sustain himself through this fight. Was that even a memory? He didn't remember ever going to the beach to relax with everyone ever. Not even to enjoy one of Mac's fanciful parties. So where did that come from? Who was that violet haired woman? It wasn't.. No, it couldn't have been her. The form was smaller than her, and the hair was fully violet. There shouldn't have been anything to cause that. Though, was it something that was innoc

The serpent was slowly coming down as both Freyd and his familiar were making their way through its unnatural visage. Strike by strike, the bosses many limbs were cut off, but more come back more mangled and distorted. There would be no end to the torment, would there? The cursed serpent would fly out in a rage as each attack would miss its mark. There was no hitting the wild and sporadic movements of the whispering shade. Still, it seemed to be preoccupied by the two of them. Cursed as it was, there was not much it could do against sheer power. So, what was the big deal? They have

Events unfolded before the hunter. The moose had smashed Ariel out of existence, or was it more that she was sent away? He knew much better than some others that she would not run away from a fight like this. There are some fights.. ..you can't run from. The chilled air seemed to be getting more apparent, as the burning effect from Freyd's attack and the shattering effect from probably Mornings' attack combined. The protective hide of the creature seemed to be melting and cracking, but was reforming just as quickly. One could see the heat rise from it, as if the cold around was making it

After dealing a major amount of damage to the creature, the demonic snake reared back from the impact. The hands flailing around as the recoil took them, but it would come back to form soon after. The cowl of the cobra slithering back into being, but it felt that something was more off. Was there always eyes there? Were the arms forming odd patterns to look like eyes? Hirru didn't want to stare at it, incase it had some weird cursing ability. He didn't want to be having more arms than he should, or whatever these curses give. Maybe he would become a undead skeleton? Would be kinda weir

"Yeah, I would rather not.." He would reply to the possible hair like creatures that could be lurking around. The defeat of the creatures entwined also cleared out some of the obstacles around them. The stalactites and stalagmites seemed shaven away from the blows that Freyd had flared out against the entwined Utterances. There seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel, quite literally even. "I'll be.. better once we're out of here. Maybe.." Hirru responded to his companions inquiry to his health, though he was probably more talking about the hunter's lack of response. Th

The loud thudding was all the hunter could hear, as Mina shouted out to them to move. He could not move so well in the end so instead of trudging through the pile, the hunter dug deep into the leaves. He didn't see what happened to Ariel, nor did it matter. All he knew was there was a giant something that was barreling towards them. The charge blew through the pile, as if it were nothing. Thankfully, the hunter was sprawled out on the bottom. The smaller the target, the better; he thought. The only thing that was left was a few things of leaves around him, but the fern in leaf pile stil

The two players were long from finding anyone particular, as the winding maze of bark and crimson passed on before them. There were signs of storms in the distance, but nothing had reached them yet. Could it have been whatever the players call, as sound effect? The hunter could only ponder as his eyes were aglow a bright green. Search was constantly on now, as their search for the labyrinth entrance had come to an unexpected halt. Instead of continuing to find salvation, the two decided that it would be better to find their lost companions. Hacking through some rough undergrowth and

They were gaining a foothold into the battle, now that the creature was becoming sluggish and tired. It probably isn't a sustained fighter, like most other. Ambush tactics, quick and easy are more along this creatures repertoire. Even so, it would not take the constant hits against it lightly. Sending out its tendrils towards the object that it thought was the attacking Ariel, the Mimic would instead find itself attacking a bush nearby. It was getting more and more wild in its attacks, but their trajectories were starting to become predictable. "Almost.." He would breath ou