Oji

Oji followed behind the young stayr in silence for a long while, the ascent taking awhile longer than he was expecting. The footsteps echoed off the clouded pathway in mute tones, making it feel as if he was in a void where no sound could escape from this accursed staircase. After a few moments, he awkwardly cleared his throat to help break the ice. "So, how long have you been a soldier?" He quizzically asked. The stayr did not turn around, but kept his head high and weapon in hand. "I'm sorry, but I am not supposed to speak to those who are summoned. You are greater than I." He said, a b

After a few moments of recovery, Oji was up and wandering the area for a few minutes, enjoying the rich-looking fruits and speaking to the different NPC; who all seemed to be minor 'gods' and differing nature creatures. They were all polite and taught him about Olympus. Soup enjoyed the attention of the differing nature creatures, who all cooed him and gave him small berries to munch on, which he did happily. Soon after, Oji gave a small whistle and Soup looked over. Oji was ready to go and he finished off his last berry before scurrying to him, climbing up his leg and perching on his shoulder

As he squinted his eyes at the sudden, bright shining light that the 17th floor seemed to give off, Oji found himself within a very Greek-themed floor. Gleaming white marble pillars and buildings with stone and sandstone intertwined. It was breathtaking, but it took him a minute to get used to how bright everything seemed to be. On the floor his home was located on, a lot of it was darker tones, as the sun couldn't pierce every inch of the dense foliage of the forest, so it gave a luminous glow to everything. This light was striking, making everything seem to radiate with the power of the sun.

Oji packed away a few things into his inventory before heading o the 17th floor. A bit of spare food for him and Soup, since he had no idea how long this would take him, his artisan tool, Hādowāku. And finally, his backpack he wore that comfortably held Soup. He set it on the ground with the top open, and the sable gladly hopped in, getting comfortable on the soft blanket and peering out the bubble-like window, where he could watch things safely. Oji zipped the top and put it on, shifting to find a comfortable way for him to wear the sable-weighing backpack. He locked his door and headed

Oji slowly wandered over to his mailbox, the red letter shimmering with power. He reached out and took it in his hands, and a popup window appeared as his fingers brushed the rough paper. It was apparently a quest of some kind, named 'Challenge of Olympus' and he was a tad confused. What kind of quest showed up in your mail box? He popped open he letter, being delicate with the wax stamp, and tentatively took out the piece of paper within. The paper was soft, supple to the touch and the lettering was in a cursive that took years to learn and master. I was beautiful, and the sold and silve

Oji heard her rise from behind him, and he smiled in remembrance. He knew the feeling of not wanting to keep someone waiting. He went through the same thing with his brother when he had started dating his wife, and at the time he found it silly, and maybe obnoxious. But now he understood the reasoning, and he felt no ill feeling as she arose to leave. "It was very nice to see you as well Nari, and to see that you've done nothing but grow." He said with a smile. He came over and picked up the plates and silverware, placing them in the sink to clean a little later. "And I will probably take you

Oji's business had been in the gutter ever since he started. It hadn't helped that he had an on and off relationship with the crafting skill, but ever since the Roundtable he'd not been feeling himself. He had not only felt as if he'd failed as a mediator, but he in fact almost caused the entire meeting to end because of his wording. He set off one of the councilmen, and they had almost stormed off if not for the assistance of another one of the council speaking. After that, he clammed up and was only another body in the background, muttering thoughts and comments about things happening in the

Hehe new crafts go brrr

Oji opened up the side door that connected his home and his own little artisan shop on the 22nd floor. It has been some time since he had come into his shop, having put off stocking his shelves to "another day." He decided to roll up his sleeves and get back to work. He started his work, hit small hammer chiseling away and his eyes checking and rechecking every jewel and piece of metal he had as materials, trying to find the best quality ones to sell. He wiped a small bead of sweat from his brow. He had a few good successes, but he had far more attempts fail. He frowned a bit, but decided

Oji smiled as he listened to Nari speak about their person, and he could see the care and compassion in her eyes. This person meant a lot to Nari, that he could tell. But he wasn't going to try and butt in on what their relationship was, more than light teasing at least. He nodded as he listened, taking mental notes to ask about this woman at a later date, but he felt now wasn't the right time. "I'm glad you've found someone, truly." the honesty of his words ringing through the small abode. "I only pray one day I can get as lucky, but I'm sure any woman here would much rather go for a you

Taking that cool Dagan B Crystal

Oji sat quietly with himself for a few moments, unsure of what to do. He saw Destin come in and spoke some good words, and in his eyes seemed the most level-headed in this entire situation, which would make sense since his people were not affected from these attacks, which was suspicious but maybe it had other reasons or implications that he didn't understand. He looked over and saw a small group of players next to a large table of refreshments, and he could do with some comfort food at this moment. He scooted his way through, a few hushed "Excuse me" and "Passing through" passed through

As Oji was thinking of something to say from the most recent bickering, he heard a loud fanfare and ruckus come from the entrance to the great hall, and a man who claimed himself as Raidou entered and spoke with authority, and his words rang true, albeit they were said in such a harsh tone that Oji himself felt the backlash. Another stood and agreed with Raidou, and Oji only felt more discomfort in this situation. He had tried the same tactic and almost caused one of the council to leave, so he felt this would only be bad, if not worse than what had happened. He slunk back from the pulpit

Oji's words did not come across the way that he had hoped and intended. Far too late did he realize that 'Man of Standing' was quite insulting and he took the yelling from Percival as he probably deserved it. He only nodded and watched the scene unfold as the gentlemen who had stayed silent spoke, and was able to keep Percival here, and he asked him if he could agree, and he simply nodded to him, letting his voice no be head for this moment. He listened intently to the group agree that these attacks were for all of them. He heard a quieter voice appear in front of him, and he looked to se

Oji listened to the qualms and squabbles of the people on the bench. Things were heated, far more heated than he had anticipated. He looked around to see angry eyes glaring at one another, and the one who he hoped would stay calm about it was throwing accusations left and right. He let them speak their minds, and as he was about to say something, another player stood and said what he was thinking. He smile and nodded towards the young lady. "Thank you, took the words right out of my mouth." He spoke politely. Then, his smile faded and he turned back to the council. He locked eyes with Per

Oji pet Soup for comfort, and the creature enjoyed it quite a bit, turning over and letting him pet and scratch his belly in a sleep-like state. Nari spoke of her own experiences with the loneliness that follows a game like this, the people that usually game are ones who aren't the best at communication. Oji was a bit of an exception with how he got caught in this game, but if this had only been a game, he more than likely would have played on and off. There was a lot to enjoy about this on the surface, but it becoming a death game ruined the glamour a game like this could have held. Oji

Oji watched Morningstar head into the tunnel, and he followed suite, keeping an eye over his shoulder the entire way. As they delved deeper, the air grew not just thin, but muggy, and he could feel the sweat dripping down his neck and chin. "I couldn't agree more, I hate this, would much rather be stuck in a nice cold dungeon." He jested. They soon came across a fork in the road, and Star asked him what way they should go. Oji thought about this for a moment, thee were a few ways they could go about this. They could split up and go alone, and maybe have the chance of meeting up but are more li

Politics, things always ended up with politics. When Oji had heard that some sort of big event was happening on the Twenty Seventh floor, he had no idea what it could be about. He was told from some info brokers that this event had something to do with the questline that was on the same floor, and he looked into it for some background information. He was nowhere near strong enough to go on it himself, but by travelling around the floor he had learned enough to get by and understand what they were talking about. He had been there since the initial start of the meeting, in one of the middle

Oji enters the fray

Oji was caught off guard from the whole situation, and keeping a cool head was difficult. Why did they grab Monarch? What caused them to stir? Would they attack next if they didn't leave? The question only spun in his head, but the words of Morningstar voiced the biggest question, and the one they had to solve. "Would they keep him alive?" Oji couldn't bear the thought of him dying, and it spurred him to start running up the stairs. "We'll hope they do, and if they try to execute him we have to stop it." He shouted back to him. They eventually made it to the top, and the winding stairs wi

Oji was caught in his small, negative mindset that he was doing his best to keep beneath the surface, or at least that's how he felt. She corrected him with the sentiment, 'levels aren't everything' and deep down he knew she was right in that. He had a home, a thing that some players strive to have to make themselves stronger. And sure, when he bought the house he added the rooms he thought he would benefit the most from, but he mainly wanted to have a good home, he did what he felt was his in his own right, something that screamed "Oji's Home." And he was pretty sure he had lived up to that.

Oji smiled as Nari seemed to enjoy the home, and took a seat with her familiar. She helped herself to some lemonade and Oji took to cutting the blueberry pie, giving himself a slice, then giving another to Soup, setting the place on the ground and the familiar digging into the Sweet purple delight. He then took some ice cubes into his glass, then poured the cool yellow liquid into his own glass. "I assure you, you've changed. You walk with your chin higher to the sky." he said with a smile. "Confidence looks good on you." He took his fork and dug into his pie as Nari spoke, and he nodded

The steps Oji took up the staircase crunched a bit under his boot. It was unsettling, and the feeling only grew the higher they climbed into the tree. The staircase bent under their feet and the cracking only grew louder the higher they went, but it always seemed to hold. But Oji always felt there was a chance for it to go awry and his foot would go straight through. He kept this thought to himself, not wanting to freak out the party. He heard the two behind him talk about rooms for the Fae, and he looked back and saw they were looking towards the ceiling "Rooms eh? Could maybe be for the

Nari did a curtsey and agreed to come in, to the delight of Oji. It had been some time since he had the company. He always talked to passerby who were looking for directions or quest locations, but nobody had entered his abode for a visit of any kind in what seemed like forever. "Right this way then." he lead the way to the small cottage, the water wheel going strong as the windows were still open, showing the quaint inside interior. There was not a lot of furnishings as this home only held the old man and his familiar. Most were in the rustic, wooden style, glossed over and finished with

Oji jumped a bit at the scream, but of course he seemed to be wearing some sort of magnifying glass over his eye, so he probably saw a bit of the lettuce in his teeth with hyper detail. He shoved him a few items and wished him luck. He smiled and put on the items immediately, the first aid kit attatched to his hip and the neutral outfit feeling snug. "These are perfect, thank you so much!" He spoke, then bowed politely and left the establishment. Oji receives: Kerykeion Kit (T2 Rare Trinket – LD 1, Life Mending 1) Acquisition ID [158724b] Roll ID: 164659, 164660 A small port