Abellio

Abellio thought it was funny how Oscar manhandled the NPC. He was a no-nonsense sort, it seemed. At least as far as it went with NPCs. He had a sharp tongue when it came to bullying Abellio. But he didn't mind. He could already see himself growing leaps and bounds in just two quests. And he had to wonder whether the improvement was simply because of the EXP or if it was because of Oscar's sage counsel. The man was clearly very good. And Abellio wasn't the type to argue with an expert. Outside of the man's extracurriculars, he seemed to be pretty willing to help out newbies. Something that Abel

After waiting for the poison icon to disappear off of his HUD, Abellio decided to head back to the quest guy to finish up. He was pretty sure that Oscar would be finishing up and heading back there too. Either way, it was probably a good idea to wait there anyway. He had to be careful. Even though the quest guy wasn't very far away, he was still outside of the safe zone and still very, very close to death. He gave the mobs a wide berth, having parsed out - more or less - their aggression ranges. It was a meandering path but finally, he made it. Oscar was nowhere to be seen, but somehow Abellio

He was fine, right? Even though he'd just taken a ton of damage, his health was still technically in the yellow. For about a second. White noise distorted his vision as the poison effect took hold. His vision turned red, as if someone had just dropped a bloody filter over his eyes. He first looked up to his health bar, then to the crystal in his hands. Abellio held it up to the sky and called out. "VENROUGH!" The Crystal shattered and Abellio was enshrouded in a white light. His surroundings twisted and then eventually faded to the light, whisking him away from the cove and the boss

Abellio wanted to put Oscar's words into practice. Once they had their special shiny weapons, Abellio wasted no time engaging the boss. He was rather hoping that he wouldn't hit, but beginner's luck, unfortunately, made his blade strike true. It was okay. Oscar could follow up and take the boss of his hands. The two of them could tango while Abellio hung back. Still, it was nerve-wracking to have the boss's attention right now. The pirate's beady eyes bored holes into his avatar. He was licking his chops at the opportunity to ruin Abellio's day. And Abellio didn't doubt his ability to do it. A

Abellio nodded at Oscar's words of wisdom. it was true. Even though he had a knife in his gut, he hardly felt it. Abellio pulled the blade out of his abdomen and let it clatter to the ground. They had some breathing room now. Abellio decided to look around. It didn't take long before he noticed some shinies on the ground. Upon interacting with one of them, it began to glow with a bright light. Abellio averted his eyes as he felt the item morph in his hands. He felt a handle and his fingers wrapped around it. When the light subsided, he saw that he had his very first weapon. The <<Blade o

If this was what tanking was like, Abellio didn't like it. It was stressful, watching blades enter and exit his body. It didn't matter what his HP said. Abellio didn't know how Oscar did it. Maybe he was just weird but having a front-row seat to someone stabbing you over and over again just messed with your head. It wasn't cool. It wasn't fun. Still, even Abellio could tell that he was being useful. If the mobs were all busy attacking him, it would be like shooting fish in a barrel for Oscar. Abellio held onto that fact. He was being useful. Being stabbed and sliced as he was helped.

It was miniboss time. Though Abellio wasn't prepared for the massive swarm that came with them. The two important-looking pirates hung back, which Abellio was thankful for. He had all that he could say grace over trying to keep the minions at bay. And he failed, tremendously. Especially when one landed a lucky stunning blow that stopped him dead in his tracks. Thankfully, if they weren't getting lucky with their hits, they didn't do a whole hell of a lot of damage. Armor Skills, all day, every day. He had never felt more vindicated in his choices. Even if he couldn't move, he was certain Oscar

Abellio arrived at the spot just in time to witness Oscar slap the ever-loving shit out of the NPC. He heard Oscar's command and watched as the NPC snapped to attention. In that same moment, the quest window propagated upon the screen. It prompted the two of them to accept, which they quickly did. Oscar turned on his heels and ran smack dab into Abellio, not realizing he was there for a moment. "Ah, damn dude. I know the air's thin up there, but shit," Abellio protested as he staggered backwards. He feigned being upset for a moment as he rubbed his forehead. Then that smile returned to hi

Abellio had’t been expecting to get a message from Oscar this early in the morning. Indeed, they hadn’t spoken since their last meeting - when he saved him from the Forgotten Time King. When Abellio watched the man feed those “pranksters” to the Black Iron Dungeon. It was still terrifying, even now. But he understood the man’s reasons. And he understood what the man was about. Even if he didn’t agree with it. He didn’t know what possessed the man to take a sudden interest in him, but he was certainly not about to pass up an opportunity for another - essentially free - Extra Skill. Abellio

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"GET YOUR FLIPPER OFF OF ME!" You could count on three things: Death, Taxes, and Abellio sticking his head right smack. dab. into the bear trap. Such was the case - and the reason - for his presence on Floor 29. The man couldn't possibly tell you what possessed him to take such a risk. But from the moment he set foot onto Floor 29, he was beset by monstrosities from all directions. Shambling masses, mutated freaks, all with a flipper or a fin or a set of gills they should not have. Perhaps the most ominous thing about them (other than everything about them) were the black crystals floatin

Kismet was a cute name. As she began her monologue, Abellio watched enraptured. Towards the middle, there was a brightness in his eyes as he hung on every word. And, at the end, when she was interrupted by the newcomer, Abellio was clapping his hands in front of his chest with a smile on his face. Some people might have thought such behaviors to to be juvenile. Lame, even. Most people, actually, might have considered it to be a little odd. But not Abellio. He thought it was cool that she had thought up something like that. He certainly could never. And as the matron made her threats, Abel

Abellio watched as Oscar carted them away. From the reactions of the two men, he wasn’t taking them anywhere fun. He followed along from a distance, growing ever more concerned at the rising panic of the two men. By the time they reached the dark hole in the ground, the pair were apoplectic. They gushed apologies and promises. Pleaded to be let go. But as casually as throwing out the garbage, Oscar pushed them inside. There was a sinking feeling in Abellio’s gut. Something told him that this would be the last those two would see the light. But he didn’t want to ask. He knew better than to do t

Abellio winced as Oscar pointed out the obvious. If he’d not been so excited, maybe he would have questioned it. But they were on Floor One. Why would anyone try to get noobs killed? His shame began to turn to rage. Blazing heat ignited in his breast. Had they pulled this with anyone else? Before he knew it, Abellio was marching toward the pair as they started to retreat towards the alley. His feet moved on their own. He wasn’t even thinking about it. All he could think about was how their little prank almost got him killed. How their little prank could have gotten others killed. Someone

Abellio nodded intently. With Oscar at his side, the two of them headed back to the settlement. It wasn’t an easy trip. There were more monsters on the return trip. And they were drawn to him like a magnet. They seemed to be coming out of the woodwork. Descending from the ceiling, tunneling up from underfoot. How had he even made it this far in the first place? But Oscar was able to dispatch them quickly. The man cut a path through the hordes of mobs, sticking close to Abellio to make sure nothing slipped through. All the while, Abellio wondered just how in the Hell he could bridge the ga