Crozeph

Crozeph wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt, and saw that the two has already decided to know things, they were a bit off the mark though. He knew things since he woke up in Tartarus but it would be too much to think that it was more than what the two knows. He tipped his glasses and stared at his cup "what do we call ourselves? maybe something weird like weirdos of Yomi or something" he told Shirogane. "First thing to tell you both, I don't know much" he told them. It wasn't a nice start for a conversation but Crozeph figured a few things out during his escape from Tartarus to fi

There are many questions that needed answering but Crozeph wasn't sure if Tartarus was the right place to go into deep thoughts about what happened. His only recollection was hitting Shadow who was close to death only to find it impossible to kill him without handling the small fry mobs that are still alive. He wanted to get the last hit but somehow failed yet he still got "an edgy katana on it's rebellious emo phase" he uttered. Sure it was powerful but Crozeph needed to control how it affects his attacks, aesthetic or not. He turned around and tried to see if some warden was following

Crozeph walked back to his table and slowly poured tea on his cup "now that we're all here, we could try to do things together when it comes to looting mobs, finding rumors, or simply hanging out somewh-" he raised his cup, ready to partake of the bland tea he takes pride in making when he felt something soft touch the bck of his head. One would say it was bliss, feeling that soft part without even asking for it. If you are not Crozeph then yes but... as soon as he felt it, the body weight of the girl added unnecessary force. Sure it was her thigh but she literally dashed forward as she

"I'm telling you Corezeph! we found him, he was surrounded by faes!" "She's right, how hard can it be to believe us mister" Two girls who are basically twins told him, the one with the darker hair acting all tsundere while the one with a teal green hair kept slapping the kotatsu to get her point across. "If that's the case then maybe he's dead" he told them. The girl with the darker hair then gave him a smug look "fortunately we were able to pull him out of there, you should thank us" she told him. The raven-black haired player nodded his head "thank you" he uttered. The girl pouted and

The hallways got silent, the only thing one would hear was the sound of rats running in the crevices or the occasional grunts of weak mobs lurking in the dark. Crozeph slowly slid his katana back to its sheathe as after the defeat of the last spear wielder. There are several questions and he was sure that he can get answers as soon as he get his ass out of prison. "Two more floors below and I'll see an exit" he thought. He knew the place enough to see his way out, the method was weird but it sure was effective for people like him who sucks at reading maps even with the cursor pointing hi

AAAArrrrrrghhh! The lancer roared again, its eyes filled with anger enough to power at least three car batteries. Crozeph couldn't give a damn though, his katana is raring to go at it again. "The remnants of Shadow's power, now at the player's fingertips" he uttered as if it was a really tragic yet ominous story "well I'm holding it with my hand not my fingertips so I guess that's different." The lancer charged forward, his spear that looked like it was filled to the brim with tetanus is aimed at Crozeph's head and then his neck. He lowered his katana and once again it oozed out shad

Sure enough there was no pain, Cardinal has long been keeping it PG-13 for the masses but Crozeph knew there was a different kind of pain to be felt... the pain of having an armor that is weak on facing two mobs. Lancer quickly moved in, eager to tear a set of new holes to Crozeph "never forgetti, lancers have E luck" Crozeph told him as the lancer exchange blows with Crozeph which the player shrugs off with deflects for now. The nobushi thought it would be a great opportunity to slice at his back with her naginata. She lunged forward, naginata lowered and ready for an upward attack but

Two spear wielders, one holding the western looking halberd and the other a guard that holds a naginata. "Oh great, something to actually inflict pain with range" he thought as he unsheathed the katana again. He is aware how terrible his armor is, the opponents he's facing right now would also be much more dangerous with the reach oftheir weapons "a weapon for thrusting against one for slicing?" The three charged at each other, Crozeph quickly accessed one AoE attack from the system and plunged his katana on the ground. Shadow-like tendrils sprouted and struck the Nobushi but the Lancer

The crashing of a bunk bed scattered rodents in another floor below. Their red eyes cowering as the rusty bed bent as if it was a pretzel. The place was still as lively as a prison yet its denizens aren't really the human-friendly type. From somewhere the Banshee's scream would emanate on a random hallway. Jail cells that are completely consumed by darkness had groups of mobs gathered inside, and the sound of grating steel on the floor or pounding in the walls are what one would hear right now. Then there's this idiot trying to find his way out of Tartarus... Crozeph was the one who

The weaker mobs ran away as they saw what happened to the prison guard, maybe it was expected since the prison guard is considered on the high place of the food chain but Crozeph wasn't sure that was possible. "Edgy" he uttered, continuously inspecting the features of the katana. This is the first time he also used a weapon with a fallen enhancement, he knew he had one from Night but he never got the chance to use it. "All black, can be easily concealed in the shadows, and has quite a destructive way of manifesting the enhancement" he wasn't sure also if it was safe to wield. It's not lik

The prison guard gasped for air, it was a weird sight for Crozeph. He wasn't aware that mobs had wind pipes because it looked like the prison guard is suffering from asthma right in front of him "you okay buddy?" he asked. The towering guard began flailing its mace out of control, a mix of desperation and rage clearly seen. Crozeph made note of it, jumping back as each swing and crash would feel like reaching him "no sword art names, weird maybe I can rename them if I want to" as his attention drifted from the strange phenomenon and the big guy before him a notification appeared. "ST-I l

Where the hell are my food Shadow!?" Crozeph yelled as he glared as his new katana "you can take away my pride, or any old underwear-" the prison guard charges nearer as Crozeph continued to lash out at his katana "-don't you fucking dare to take away my food, MY WIFE COOKS THEM FOR ME!" he added. The prison guard roared as it raised the maze up ready bash Crozeph's head like an egg. "You better make up for my lack of food with your prowess you George Carlin wannabe." The Guard took a wide swing but Crozeph dodged it enough for him to swoop in for a sword art "all right, San-" Crozeph rol

"So this is the dredges of Shadow's power..." he inspected it as if he was searching for a code in a spicy anime site. "Does this mean it will enable me to roast people better?" the thought of having another way to improve triggering people off seemed like a great idea to him "but then again this is Shadow we're talking about, that guy had tendrils sprouting everywhere" the ghostly figures around him shrunk into their cells as he kept moving the katana inspecting its quality, despite lacking some good merchant or appraiser skills. "The enhancements are quite powerful, if I really have th

"Strange..." "I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere on the upper floors..." "Why am I..." Distant clanging could be heard somewhere, sometime it was rattlling, and if you listen closely you can even hear a grating sound as if something heavy is being dragged. Light was scarced, the air smells really bad with how rust and the dampness of the walls combine its scent. It was familiar to him, he spent a lot of his time in this place, he would venture with little to no preparation here. "Tartarus" he uttered under his breath. Crozeph was lying down on the floor, his eyes fixated on the ceilin

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Character Name: Crozeph Character Description: Always hungry, always sleepy, but will lay waste to anyone who hurts Yuki (naturally an idiot). Crozeph is your average guy, until he decides to add more brain cells to use. The shadow of tanks, and has a weird way of talking (he's disrespectful). Character Journal: [link] Character Name: Shirogane Character Description: her innocent look guarantees trouble, likes to help anyone and her senpai and colleague will always protect her even though she's the tank of the Supplies Procurement Squad made by Crozeph for Jaco

Current Level: 58 Current SP: Link to SP Tracking: [link] Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Regis Arma - Skadi Alter Item ID: quest nametag upgrade nametag II Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Katana Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Burn/Freeze/ACC Description: A huntress trapped in Dun Scaith, she survived and emerged victorious earning the respect of its ruler, Scathach. A huntress carrying the cold and harsh winter with he