(SP-F1) Armour-less (Completed, Please Lock)

[Tyrius 0]

Tyrius sprinted through the fields, jumping left and right to avoid being hit by the mobs that were everywhere around him. As he ran, he felt his leg explode into pain and tumbled to a stop, turning around. Seeing a black wolf with eyes glowing crimson, he drew his sword, knowing this was a fight he couldn't run from.

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 2287)

 

Tyrius jumped in the air, and attempted to bring his sword down through the wolves' spine, but landed beside it. Cursing himself for missing, he rolled away from the wolf as it snapped and snarled at him, releasing black smoke from inside it's mouth and nostrils. Looking up, he saw at least twenty mobs coming towards him in the distance, and knew he had to finish this fight before they arrived.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Wolf 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

-Wolf- (ID 2288)

 

The player was immensely clumsy in his actions, and the wolf sought to take advantage of that. As the boy landed beside it, the wolf lunged and snapped, but sadly missed him. Decided it should go for a more straightforward attack, the wolf lunged towards him, but when it tried to bite his arm, it accidentally bit his sword, creating a soul-wrenching screeching noise as it's teeth slid across the blade.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Wolf 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 228, oh my god just give me a good roll so I can win)

 

Tyrius ground his teeth at the sound, and kicked the wolf away, causing it to yelp as it hit the ground. He had hoped that would do a point of damage, but unfortunately that wasn't so. Tyrius swund his sword at the beast, and missed by mere inches. Swearing loudly, he swung again and again, missing every. Single. Time. Tyrius roared in rage and backed up a few feet to calm himself.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Wolf 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

-Wolf- (ID 2290)

 

The wolf was aggravated at this player, and circled around him a bit before attacking. Lunging here and there, the wolf closed the gap between them and tackled the boy, snapping at his face. Luckily, the boy reacted just in time and was pushing up against its throat with his hand, prohibiting it from leaning in closer. The wolf shook it's head and released the boy's grip before backing away, preparing for it's next attack.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Wolf 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 2292)

 

Tyrius sprinted towards the wolf, intending to critically injure it. Swinging in a flurry, he missed every time, and couldn't help but curse the gods of war and battle. Tyrius executed a backflip, which amazed him, and prepared for the impending attack of the wolf that he had named Untouchable.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Untouchable 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

-Wolf/Untouchable- (ID 2293)

 

The wolf growled at Tyius and crawled around all serpent-like until it was a few feet from him, in which it jumped at him, expecting to bite him in the face. The wolf missed, though, and flew right past Tyrius' head, causing him to flinch, which counts for something. The wolf turned towards the boy, and felt virtual annoyance at how this battle was playing out.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Untouchable 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 2294)

 

Tyrius swung his sword at the wolf, but missed yet again. This infuriated him to no end. As he fumed, he thought that perhaps his anger was a problem, and was making him do worse. Taking several deep breaths, he stood in a defensive position, ready for the wolf to attack. Tyrius smiled at the wolf and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, here puppy."

[Tyrius 0]

-Wolf/Untouchable- (ID 2299)

 

The wolf lunged at Tyrius, this time successfully biting him and dealing two points of damage. The wolf felt satisfaction at finally hurting the boy, and backed away, eager to attack again.

 

Tyrius 13/15

Untouchable 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 2300)

 

This time Tyrius had bitten off more than he could chew, and he knew it. Turning around, Tyrius saw that the enemies were nearly upon him, and made the decision to try once more to injure the wolf. Yet again, he missed. Tyrius swore louder than ever, and turned tail and ran. Knowing that he could not win this battle. As he ran, a single thought entered his mind, I need armour.

 

Tyrius 13/15

Untouchable 13/13

[Tyrius 0]

Tyrius had ran for what felt like miles, and found himself panting for air under a tree. He knew he had escaped the mobs, and he knew that he wasn't willing to go back. Tyrius sat there for a while, and thought about how, if his sword had not been in the way, he would have been injured. Tyrius had recovered just enough to let himself stand up, and as he did, he checked his map to see in which direction the Starting City was in. Setting out, he hoped that once he was there, he could acquire armor somehow.

[Tyrius 0]

As he traveled, he reflected on his time in the death game, and couldn't help but cry. He had changed. He had real friends here... who cared about him. He had nearly died several times, and each time his personality changed a bit more. He had wanted to kill, though. That concerned him.

 

Twice he had dealt with the urge, and he was not sure if he could handle it if it happened again. He had considered suicide at least ten times now, and each time, they became a little more appealing. He knew that he had to do something to keep himself from screwing up, perhaps make more friends. He was still a massive distance from the city, and he was unsure of whether or not he wanted to enter now. He could sit and think here, in the middle of a massive field, undisturbed.

[Tyrius 0]

Tyrius stopped, turned in a full circle to ensure that he was alone, and flopped onto his back, looking at the sky. He loved to be alone but was uneasy now, wishing he had someone there with him. Tyrius rolled onto his side then, disbanding the thought of thinking about things, and just wanted to sleep. He closed his eyes and slowly became unconscious. 

[Tyrius 0]

Several hours later, Tyrius awoke. But he was not in the grass anymore, that much was obvious from the bed that he found himself laying in. He sat up and looked around, seeing nothing but a small white room with stone walls, almost like a prison cell. Reaching for his sword for comfort, he found an empty scabbard. Tyrius took several deep breaths, assessing his situation. He figured that the people who relocated him would come in and talk to him eventually, but until then he had to figure out a plan. He checked his inventory and found a dagger.

 

Nothing special, just a simple dagger. Tyrius sighed and slipped it up his sleeve, figuring that if things got desperate, he could resort to violence. He also took from his inventory a small slice of cake, some bread, and an apple. As he ate, Tyrius heard a grating sound and a section of the wall slid aside, revealing several other players dressed in rags and wielding short-swords.

[Tyrius 0]

The leading player, a tall man with shaggy hair and a long, slender nose, stepped forward and said, "You, finally awake? Let me explain your situa-" Tyrius interrupted the man, saying, "My 'situation' is that a bunch of lower level players have drug me away in my sleep, just to rob and probably kill me." The man shook his head and smiled, revealing crooked teeth of varying lengths, and responded, "No, no, you've got us wrong. We do want money, yes, but we do not want to fight. No, no, a fight would be bad. We moved you in your sleep and took your weapon because we were scared that you might get hurt out there, and you might hurt us when you awoke. We just wanted to ask for your money, seeing as we are a bit... poor as of now." 

 

Tyrius scoffed, did they really expect him to believe that? Then he looked into the man's eyes and saw truth in what he said. Tyrius shrugged his shoulders and opened his inventory, saying, "Alright, alright. I'll give you money. But first you are going to give me my sword back." The leader nodded and stepped aside, letting another player move forward, holding the sword across his palms. Tyrius reached out and reclaimed his sword. "How much is it that you want?" he asked, noticing that he had only 240 col on him. Luckily, the leader responded with, "Oh, a couple hundred col will do just fine." 

 

Tyrius sighed with relief and took exactly 200 col out of his inventory, handing it to the leader in a bag.

[Tyrius 0]

The leader smiled and gestured down the hallway behind him. Tyrius walked past the players and traveled down the hallway until he entered a large circular room. Turning around, Tyrius said, "Alright now, where's the door out?" The leader pulled out his short-sword and said giddily, "Oh, boy, did you think we'd really let you go? You'd tell everyone where we were and then no more profit is gonna be made." The man spat and charged Tyrius, giggling as he did.

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 3031 - Well, I guess I am going to player kill)

 

Tyrius side stepped the mans initial swing and brought his sword across the mans side, leaving a large gash. The man swore and screamed in anger, preparing to attack yet again. Tyrius smiled at the leader, hoping to discourage him by appearing insane, and make him give up before Tyrius had to really hurt him.

 

Tyrius 15/15

Leader 5/7

-Leader- (ID 3034)

 

The boy had hurt him, and that was an insult. The man ran at Tyrius swinging his sword and successfully landing a hit, and dealing a point of damage. The boy, Tyrius, staggered back, surprised that the man was carrying out his intentions nonetheless. The man giggled and held up his sword in a defensive position.

 

Tyrius 14/15

Leader 5/7

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 3035)

 

Tyrius grimaced as he realized that he would have to kill this player, and ran forward, sad that he had to land an attack. The man stepped back, though, and Tyrius missed. "Come on, boy. Do some real damage." The man was mad, Tyrius realized. Insane is what the man was.

 

Tyrius 14/15

Leader 5/7

[Tyrius 0]

-Leader- (ID 4615)

 

This boy was strong, but he wasn't very good at landing hits. The man swung his sword at Tyrius, eager to end his life and become a player killer to join one of the groups out there. The man had set his mind to becoming a player killer shortly after the game started, and he WOULD if he got the chance. He missed Tyrius, though, and knew he himself just may die.

 

Tyrius 14/15

Leader 5/7

[Tyrius 0]

(ID 4616)

 

Tyrius swore as the blade soared dangerously close, and responded in turn by cleaving through the man, dealing a few points of damage. He looked back on all the times he had wanted to kill and regretted it. This was horrible, he was going to kill. And some players would get a bad idea about him, thinking he had pulled it off with malicious intent.

 

Tyrius 14/15

Leader 3/7