Macradon

A swift exchange of heavy blows would dwindle down the arachnid’s health as every fighter got their shot at the big weaver. Despite the others’ distaste for the spider-theme, they got strong hits on the Maze Weaver, dealing a good chunk of damage and getting closer to victory. Macradon would ready his sword and went in for another attack, trying to get some more damage in albeit not that much, as his last hit with Charge and all still only did a small sliver compared to the rest. With another cleave at the ready, Macradon leaped through the air, but somehow got super extra tangled in all the s

The 25th floor, last time Macradon was here was of necessity more than anything, he remembered every last bit that happened at that raid … it was a different time, a lot has changed since, bosses became more intricate, floors got more fleshed out, it truly was a huge milestone for the Aincrad conquest. The knight reminisced his time travelling the maze, the penguins he had doodled along the way to the labyrinth boss and eventually what became the floor boss arena. It was a gruelling battle, the hardest Macradon had fought, the hardest Macradon had endured, it was like a personal jab at everyth

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Somehow, for some reason, his shop was being frequented more than he was used to, not that it was a bad sign or anything, but it seemed like the myth of his non-existance was being purged day by day. “Sometimes it actually feels nice to exist” he thought to himself as the bells chimed in his shop's entrance. It was Jomei, a familiar face and a familiar person. A capable fighter Macradon had been on nary adventures with in the far past. “Jomei! It’s good to see you, how may I help you?” he inquired and listened to the request “No problem it is a shop after all, so I expect business from people

Not long after his reunion with an old pal, the meeting began. As per instructions from Whisper in Shadows, Mcradon would find a seat and try to fit into the crowd and let the meeting flow as intended by whomever were planning everything. The knight made note of the scouting party’s discovery, a twisted stag or elk, some decay and rot emanating from the, what would be, boss arena. He shuddered at the thought of all that rot around him during a fight, it wasn’t to his best interests, but what could be in his best interest in a boss raid … it’s not like the bosses had been extremely difficult th

A piercing gaze connected to his, a familiar face, a face he hadn't seen in a while, a face that gave him confidence in frontlines. The knight returned the nod and awaited the arrival of his battlebrother. @Bahr was a warrior, no, a character, no, a player … no, a person Macradon respected. They met a long time ago, when Bahr first began treading into the battlefield, he was the one Macradon wanted to imbue the legacy of legendary greatsword wielders, the legacy of his old mentor, the legacy of his own accomplishment to the next generation of frontliners to come, and boy did that legacy bear f

A lot of people had arrived at the meeting before he did, he wasn’t surprised, there was seemingly a wedding close by, so those that already attended that would’ve presumably just walked over here with the rest of the crowd. Macradon wore his formal attire despite no need to represent anyone but himself, and even though he stood alone as a solo player, he still had some dignity to his name … some. He scoffed at his self loathing and shook his head, he was better than that, he didn’t need to fall into another spiral, he had places to be, people to save, battles to fight. He would check up on hi

Macradon would take a few moments to catch his breath from his acrobatic antics. They weren’t too bad, but they definitely weren’t his finest work either. He sighed at his subpar performance and looked over at his party. It sure was a rag tag group with little synergy as to party composition, but that wasn’t important, what was important was their teamwork, and despite their flaws, they got the job done. Could it be more streamlined? Sure. Did it need to? Nope. The knight would stretch after the fighting and wandered closer to the others “I’m fine with heading up. When we get that thing d

The raging rhino rampaged throughout the arena, kicking up giant clouds of sand as it stampeded after the players, trying to gore them with its horns. Macradon watched as his party went ham, getting the rhino closer and closer to its demise. With every hit, they got closer and closer to killing, and with a quick rotation of attacks, the party got it down into the red. A really good hit would be enough to take it out. Macradon rushed up towards the rhino between his party mates and leaped into the air. With a quick spin, Macradon dashed into Piasuhon with a quick cleave with his sword, cleaning

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The door opened and the small bell rang, Macradon looked up at the entrance from behind the counter “Oh, Oscar. Good to see you! Welcome! How may I help you?” he said in a somewhat baffled expression. It’s been a WHILE since anyone had entered his shop, maybe the rumours of him not existing become an actual myth on the 1st floor. Despite how fun that gag was, it was beginning to hurt his reputation as a blacksmith, all that hard work, first Grandmaster, now degraded to non-existence. He would sigh lightly from that train of thought and listened to Oscar’s request. “Been a while since I last di

He shrugged off his miss and steeled himself “That ain’t good enough, soldier!” he thought to himself in the voice of Mack, his old superior, now MIA. They weren’t the best of friends, but he had a lot of respect for the man, his military might and is aura of order on the battlefield. If Macradon was to ever be able to do anything even slightly like that, he would need to have a better understanding of the battlefield, its surroundings, his teammates and his opponent. It wasn’t good enough to just jump around and try to land some hard strikes. He had to make every movement count, not to waste

Something wasn’t going well, something was … missing. Macradon looked around the battlefield, and it seemed like NIGHT was … distracted, somehow. The knight would shrug it off for now, as he didn’t have time to handle it. Macradon was at the top of the priority for this rhino thingy, and while airborne, he wasn’t at the best position to dodge out of harm's way. He would keep moving, trying to keep up with the rhino’s ferocious charge. Its stampede would kick up a storm of dust. While still trying to home in on the rhino, Macradon would not be able to keep up, his wasted energy from jumping aro

They didn’t spare much time from slaying Ugzeke to venturing up the floors, reaching the 24th where both NIGHT and Freyd had used utilities to make the search easier. He looked over at Freyd and smiled at his complement “Thank you, I still feel rusty, I haven’t been sharpening my skills, nor honing whatever I’ve been doing between raids … maybe I should,” he said with a chuckle “and thanks, yeah I’ve been practising some acrobatics, seems like there’s an exploit in the gravity system that I can get a hang of, and when I execute sword arts mid-air, it’s like I have a knack for when to fire them

As the last few hits went through, Ugzeke was no match for this crew of fierce warriors. He would sheathe his sword with a big grin adorning his face “That was great! You’re all so great!” he said, totally ignoring the other conversation that had been going on about some kind of wedding. He hadn’t heard about these new up-and-coming fighters, not about any wedding that was to be present at the raid meeting? Macradon was confused, and his mind wasn’t set for that kind of discussion right now, there were more important matters at hand, being delivery people, “I will become the milkman …” he mutt

Macradon chortled at Freyd’s remark “Don’t you worry about your membership, I’m not even the one keeping the tabs on that one.” he said jokingly while manoeuvring into a better position to strike “You know what they say, once a greatsword wielder, always a greatsword wielder!” he excitedly exclaimed while going into another aerial feat of sword art execution. Despite his status and the rumours about him, he was severely lacking behind in raw damage output, both Katoka and NIGHT excelled in dealing damage much better than Macradon did. His measle 10%, if even, hits were nothing compared t

Macradon perked up at the description of Katoka. He had only heard a few things about her from different sources, mostly Baldur mentioning her in passing, so this more thorough description was well met. He smirked and replied “Alright! She sounds like an amazing balance to whatever I’ll come up with when we go fighting!” an overly exciting tone was easily discerned from his words as the knight was once again way too ready to get his body limbered up by good ol’ combat. He chortled lightly at Freyd’s remark “I wish I could’ve been there … it’s just been … difficult to get out of the house somet

The busy streets of the Kalanaeyan teleportation plaza, was quite a sight. It wasn’t something you’d consider as a livable area. With the amount of citizen in the underdark, just as many deadly monstrosities roamed the cavernous underdark. Despite its gloomy exterior Kalanaes, and the rest of the underdark for that matter, was extremely lively, so many inhabitants walking around, living, or rather, surviving. The busy main area would keep Macradon occupied for the time being, his ironclad self would sit by a wall and await the rest to arrive. First to show themselves would be Freyd, a man

It was a busy day at the Macradon Estate, steps could be heard going back and forth between the mansion and the smithy. It was a day to be joyous, the labyrinth boss on the 28th floor has been slain, and the frontlines were bolstering their resolve for a Boss Raid. A smile adorned the knight’s face, unable to hide his excitement of what was to come: combat!; fighting!; even more fighting! Despite his seemingly erratic movements, Macradon’s pacing back and forth was him checking his inventory and personal armoury, making sure that he had everything he needed himself, or at least most of it.

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The tattered tents, patched up tarps, and littered streets. If anyone were to think of slums, this would be a picture in a dictionary. Macradon sighed at the digital misery that was forced upon these people, be they sentient or not. He didn’t have much to say on the matter, he wasn’t a figure of power to turn anything on this floor, if anything he was a terrorist, a foreigner who has come to stir up some problems for his own personal gain: freedom from the hellscape Aincrad. Hirru was quick to find the so-called ‘corridor’, and Macradon had to agree with the description. A lot of people w

Night truly showed her advantage in this fight. Macradon’s range wasn’t enough to keep her at bay. Flashes and blurs disappeared around his attacks, dodging and evading like cleaving into a mist. The knight chortled even though he was in a disadvantageous spot “You’re pretty good, light footed across the battlefield. I can’t imagine you also doing this while going all out with your greatsword. Saying I am impressed would just feel patronising, you’re a good fighter!” he exclaimed and went for a rock solid blocking guard, but it was futile, Night’s agility trumped his reach and ferocity, he was

Macradon snickered, “Glad to know I’m not the only one having just about nothing to do when raids aren’t upon us. Every excuse to get outside seems like a breath of fresh air, no matter how non-fresh the air ends up being,” he said and commented on their surroundings. It wasn’t the best of places to be, but it was something. This place wasn’t important, what was really important was what Baldur would be pointing out in the distance. “That mountain huh … so the mountain houses the boss we’ll be fighting?” he questioned but only needed a short while to piece the pieces together “Oh shit. T