Alkor

He stroked the pommel of his blade with his thumb. In all their brief meetings, Alkor couldn't recall NIGHT giving much praise. In fact, they'd only recently shifted to 'getting along' since that time they saved Koga and that newer Player, Starla, from death. He managed to smile. "Thanks," he said offhand, not entirely sure what else to say. Compliments had always been hard for him. Alkor nodded. "Yeah, I didn't think I'd heard of anything like that," he replied to Iris after she finished. "Seems like everything turned out alright with it, honestly. I liked the idea of a sword that infli

"Yeah, no problem," Alkor assented with a nod as he stepped back to allow Iris to deal with NIGHT. A fellow Guild Member though she was, Alkor and NIGHT still lacked a real sense of camaraderie and still hadn't become used to something as simple as normal conversation yet. Then again, that wasn't unusual for him. When NIGHT asked about his sword, "sort of," he replied. "It's the same sword I've been using, but I just had her change up some of the Enhancements for practicality's sake," he said, indicating Iris. "She did some pretty cool work, so I used an Item to alter its name and appeara

While he could have hoped for more forward, damage enhancing effects, a full retinue of Enhancements that would greviously debilitate an enemy had its own merits. Blight was different now than before. It's hideous affliction degraded the victim's ability to defend themselves while it whittled away their health- a horrifying prospect to say the least. But now, it also bloodied them, forcing their health to chip away even faster, and with the precise application of force it could do all of that while they were powerless to resist. The weapon had transformed into something malevolent, a force of

Name: Witchfang Item Type: One Handed Straight Sword Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Bleed, Paralysis, Blight, Cursed Post Link: Description: Forged from the fang of a Black Dragon, this blade promises ruin to those who are struck by it. Th

So far, there weren't many people who knew much about Appraising items. They existed, and they were quickly coming into their own as crafters, but Alkor didn't know enough to find "the best" Appraiser in Aincrad. He decided that any Appraiser would serve his need, at least for now. Eventually, he'd have to find better items and craft a weapon more suitable for the Frontlines. He arrived on Floor One through the teleporter and looked around for a bit until he found a place with scarlet doors and golden and silver accents. He pushed his way through the doors and looked around. The ro

Alkor | The First Sword "If we are to live we must take risks. Else our lives become deaths in all but name. There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived." [Journal] | [Arthur Pendragon/Alter - Fate Prototype] Corvo "Humanity" is the name for an animal that cannot find joy in life without sacrifice. The pretty lie that is "equality" is nonsense spouted by weaklings who cannot look upon the darkness."

Current Level: 52 Current SP: 224 Link to SP Tracking: Here. Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Blightsteel Item ID: [Wuotan Gift] Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Curved Sword Item Rarity: Demonic Item Enhancements: CURSED / BLIGHT / DMG II Description: "Some men wield blades to be heroes, others are more pragmatic." Item Name: Blightsteel Item Tier: 4 Item Type: OHSS Item Enhancements: CURSED /

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Profile Username: Alkor Real name: Thom Age: 24 Gender: Male Height: 5’8” About: History/personality: Born on the Eastern Coast of the United States, Thom was part of a third generation Japanese American household. His childhood was turbulent, as his father was a strict traditionalist and his mother hailed from a very Southern styled caucasian family. Because he did not have the same values as his father, he struggled to relate to the man, and in turn his father often shunned him for not adhering to the nuclear family values that he saw

He could never fault someone for feeling that way. It was unfair, and it was disingenuous for him to do so. The whole reason his name was on the monument at all was because he had said the same. He had acted on it. The most he could do was feel his heart tearing in two when the girl spoke because he knew what lay ahead on that path. It was a trail blazed in blood and a destination that only had regret to offer. But perhaps for Setsuna, the only way forward was that path. Perhaps unlike Alkor, she had a true and dear reason to walk the bleak road of justice to its completion. In honesty, Alkor

There were a collective of varied responses to his words, and even more excitement to follow when Macradon entered. The man had a lighthearted presence when they first met, and he was close with Mari. He offered a slight nod as he spewed some more dark humor. Alkor could appreciate the sentiment. If you couldn't laugh in the face of death, how would you lift your spirits up? There was a difference between jeering the reaper and spitting on the memories of the fallen. It was the newer Player who seemed bent about his comment. We're done. He's sorry. Alkor glanced sidelong at the man. He could h

He stared hard at the monument. There was a time when many people believed his name should have been on it. He came infrequently just to prove to himself it wasn't. At this point in his life, every day he was alive was a new experience. The person he was before Aincrad had died on the ninth floor. When he woke from that deep slumber and realized he had fallen behind, Thom was struck with the shock of knowing he wasn't able to shoulder the entire world alone. Aincrad was an enemy that could not be soloed. That didn't stop him from being solitary, but it had fundamentally changed his

ID# 179326 Initial Roll Value: 16 Giving or Receiving: Final Roll Value:

"I heard it," he confirmed as he saw Lessa reach out a hand to help one of the straggling Players. There were some he recognized and others he had never seen before. Many of them had been involved in the Tanabata festival, and he had fought to protect them from the seemingly unkillable vanguard. Just like back then, the game had suddenly and emphatically began trying to kill them. Unlike before however, this attack was a force of nature. There was no fighting back, at least from what he could see. There was only flight. "I don't know what's going on, but it seems like we aren't gonna be a

Neither of them wanted to believe that the event was linked to the boss battle, and yet, the timing was fairly uncanny. They would have to put the thought in their back pockets for now though, because more pressing things were afoot. They managed to break free of the muck, mostly- it continued to accumulate and the depth and intensity of the rain intensified until it had become more than just a flash flood. It reminded him of a biblical story, but it was a far cry from divine wrath. This was black water, so thick and inky in color that you couldn't imagine the bottom. Alkor immediately co

Alkor began leading Lessa uphill as the rain continued to beat down. Their clothes, their armor was soaked and dyed in the strange ichor. Fortunately if there was an odd scent to it, he had failed to notice it yet. For all intents and purposes, it was merely annoying albeit dangerous normal rain. If it didn't stop soon, it would be annoying albeit dangerous flooding, and possibly a death sentence to anyone trapped on the floor. From their new vantage point, Alkor could see that the town was slowly but most certainly being devoured in its entirety by the strange phenomenon. It might be mi

Alkor stared up at the ominous clouds that only seemed to get darker with time. It was like a shadow cast over the land that sought to empty out the light and banish it forever. The only solace they had were the wild streaks of lightning that stained the sky red, the color of blood. He disliked it. "No, look there," he pointed. The murky, viscous rain pooled heavily on the ground beneath their feet and as time elapsed mere seconds, it seemed to encroach. The swordsman had a sinking feeling, and he did not want his virtual body to buy into the sensation. "I don't want to find out of that's

He managed to get his footing back as he put the muck behind him, now genuinely concerned with the townspeople around him. Their instinct was to shelter themselves indoors, but if his theory was correct, the walls and doors wouldn't do anything to stop the coming flood. Before any of that mattered, though, he had to find the reason he had come here in the first place. She must have been nearby, because this was their designated meeting place. How was it that every time they intended to meet up, something crazy decided to happen? Alkor moved around one of the homes and almost immediately s

In Ancient times, purportedly, the god of Abraham and his sons became hideously displeased with his creation. In keeping with his Covenant, he chose a handful of his people and protected them from his wrath. They were instructed to build an Ark. When Alkor glanced up at the looming darkness, he remembered such stories. Clouds unlike anything that he had ever seen stretched out along the firmament and threatened to swallow the horizon whole. The clouds deprived the land of light, instead showering down tangible darkness. He stretched out his hand and cupped his palm, allowing for the

A hot dog stand didn't seem like it was the place to go for raid buffs, but here he was. Alkor had to admit that he found some enjoyment in a good ol' fashioned hot dog, and he got hungry just thinking about food. When he saw the myriad hot dogs on display behind the counter, he couldn't help himself. Besides, they were stat enhancers, right? No reason to skimp on anything when it came to staying alive! He pulled the Col out of his inventory and counted out what he needed to make the purchase. With a smile, a nod, and a thank you, he took his hot dogs and went on his way.

Alkor entered what seemed to be his favorite Alchemist's shop and began perusing her wares again. It seemed like she usually had everything he needed on hand, but today he couldn't find many of the items he was looking for this time. Granted, the quest he was looking to undertake was extremely difficult- to the point where he had only heard a few rumors. There was talk of one Player who had finished it- and whether lucky or unlucky, Alkor knew the guy. He went through the one channel he knew that the other man wouldn't outright ignore to get in contact with him. Once that was done, well,

House Name: La Casa Location: Floor 24, overlooking the bay near the main settlement. Description: A beautiful villa that overlooks a pristine blue bay. The rooms have sliding glass doors that have access to the outdoors so that it is easy for one to go outside and enjoy the beauty of the 24th floor. In the Tuscan style, it has reds and whites reminiscent of Renaissance architecture. Plot Size: Estate (6 room) Room(s): Basic Kitchen, Bedroom, Living Room, Guest Room, Bathroom, Basement Room Upgrade(s): Master Bedroom, Master Bathroom Total Cost: 30,000 Col

Alkor entered this particular alchemist shop, not for the first time. The properitor's wares were field tested, and the black clad swordsman approved completely. So much so that, for the moment, he wouldn't look elsewhere for the items he needed. He browsed the wares on display, but didn't assume that anything there was free to grab. Instead, after he got a pretty good idea what they had up for sale, he headed toward the counter. "Hey there, I'm looking to buy some damage enhancement potions," he told the Player behind the counter. "I've got plenty of Col to spare, so I'll take two i