[QUEST] I am the LEMON LORD!

[HIMEKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g16/ForTheLuvaDIRT/Watase%20Sanetoshi/2-2.jpg'); width: 415px;] [style=background-color: #7a606f; width: 355px; padding: 5px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px;]First this weird old man, who seemed to somehow precept the world in a very different way and now 4 people, who seemed to be rather unique in their own way. The little voice in her head told her that this would go either terribly wrong or that they would just brush through those monsters and bring the old man what he wants. Perhaps it was a miracle that she even found four explorer, who would pull this off and not think that she is insane herself, because she actually believed that something was stolen from that old geezer. I think father didn't meant a chest full of lemons, when he said that I was still missing something and I would find that inside the labyrinth. Himeko was leading the small group to the entrance of the labyrinth. She normally didn't have a problem with strangers, but this time she just stayed silent and was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even turned until they were standing right in front of the entrance. "Well, here we are. I think you know your positions. I will be your leader so you better listen to what I am telling you.", Himeko said and smiled. She really liked being in charge and if someone would disagree with her he was free to go now. "We are looking for a chest with...", Himeko sighed and shrugged her head. "...lemons in it." Himeko know how that sounded, but if he would pay them, then there was nothing to worry about, expect those monsters who were probably guarding the chest. We have enough support and healing, maybe a little more firepower would have been better, but this isn't something i should complain about. "You!", she pointed at Shelby and then at Pandora. What was his name again, something like Shelby... "Melby and Pandora, was it right? You two will be the head of our exploration party and you two will be right behind us.", Himeko pointed at Mischa and Corentin. Of course she would be in front until they encountered monsters. Himeko had already prepared herself for battle and started to walked towards the entrance. She looked over her shoulder to see if the others where following her, because she wasn't really planning to go in there by herself. Let's just hope that we don't get ambushed or that old man tricked me. I will make sure I survive so I can come back and punch that jerk through the walls of the tavern.[/style][style=background-color: #7a606f; width: 355px; border-left: 5px solid #7a606f; border-right: 5px solid #7a606f; color: #a8a8a8; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffa858; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] words: 420 tags: Quest, Lemon Lord notes: Remaining Skill Points: 15 credits: ZETTA! of BTN[/style]

[Pandora]

What a weird request this was. Sure, Pandora only read it over briefly when she saw the wanted ad, but even so, the words "lemon" and "labyrinth" while both starting with the same letter didn't seem to go together. Well, a group needed a good offensive player always, and Pandora was here to fill that spot. As per usual, she had her trusty whip strapped to her hip, some vials of her precious poisons stashed inside her jacket pockets, and a wide grin spread across her face. Oh yes, she was ready for anything.

When she arrived with the group at the entrance to the Yggdrasil Labyrinth, their "leader" gave a little speech. It made the pale woman raise an eyebrow, but she kept her mouth shut. "Leader my ass,"

[/i] she thought to herself. Pandora knew these Princess types. They loved thinking they were the boss of everyone, while in the end all they did was bark orders and sit in the back row of battle. Well, whatever. She'd let princess have her fun. Pandora on the other hand would be taking care of the tough job, but she preferred it that way.

"I know my place, Princess." Pandora said, dismissing the order to stay in the front with a wave of her hand. However, she followed after Himeko anyway, because she wasn't going to let herself fall too far behind. The action was usually towards the front anyway. Looking at this heavily armored guy with the spear... yeah, they would need Pandora up front. No one could move very fast in armor that heavy...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SHELBY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,446,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA; border-top: 3px solid #0E292A; border-left: 1px dotted #0E292A; border-bottom: 3px solid #0E292A; border-top-left-radius: 230px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px;] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -19px; border: 3px solid #0E292A; margin-left: 3px; margin-top: 40px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2eatpg6.png); border-radius: 100px; ][/style] [STYLE=height: 70px; width: 70px; margin-left: 80px; border: 3px solid #0E292A; margin-top: -166px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2eatpg6.png); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; margin-right: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -6px; margin-top: -69; font-size: 53px; color: #458589;]NEED TO,[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; font-family: helvetica; margin-right: 20px; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -10px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; color: #091E1F; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; text-indent: 20px;]STOP HURRYING SLOW DOWN AND TAKE CONTROL. GOTTA STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU SHOULD KNOW. NEED TO STOP FEELING LIKE MY LIFE IS SUCH A MESS .BECAUSE THE WORLD HAS GOT ME IN IT. IT'S MY TIME AND I SHOULD LIVE IT –[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 45px; margin-left: 120px; margin-right: 20px; text-align: center; height: 40px; color: #071313; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; overflow: auto;]SP, 15/15 action, N/A notes, No offense Hime |D[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #EEF1F1; padding: 17px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: #071313; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px;]The hoplite marched silently behind the group leader, watching her curiously. She hadn't spoken a single word since they set out. It made him rather...uncomfortable. Part of him hoped she would step aside and let him head the operation. The last thing he wanted was for his first venture into the labyrinth to go poorly due to a timid leader. Spear and shield were clenched tightly in his hands, rigid footsteps bringing him ever closer to their destination. Eyes shifted between his fellow explorers, turning his head slightly to get a look at any that may be following behind. An interesting group, he had to say. Though he had to hope they were able to hold their own. There was no way of really knowing how competent these guys were without witnessing them firsthand. From what he could tell, he was the only one with any form of protection. Something told him he was going to be taking a lot of hits once he got down there. Grip on his weapon tightened as he turned forward, bracing himself for what was to come. Hime's sudden words snapped the knight from his daze as he looked at her with a slightly shocked expression. Look of surprise was quickly replaced by an amused smile as he let out a small laugh. What a cute little thing, taking charge like a big girl. All previous tension was released as he looked at the woman, failing to control his outburst. Laughter grew slightly louder as she mentioned just what they were looking for. This job sounded even sillier when he actually heard it out loud. Seriously. Lemons? Outburst stopped suddenly as he became aware of his actions, letting out a snort he he regained his composure. This was hardly the time for such a thing. They were about to risk their lives down there, something deserving of the proper urgency. Expression grew stiffer, mouth forming a firm line as he watched the princess before him give orders. And mispronounce his name. He simply stared at her for a moment, eyebrows lowered before he spoke. "Shelby. It's Shelby" Perhaps this was what he deserved for his prior lack of self control. With a shake of the head, he looked towards Pandora, the whip wielding woman he would be fighting alongside. She didn't seem quite as amused by the princess as he was. Even more, she didn't seem to have much respect for her current position. While he knew she was far from being his boss, she was heading the operation for the time being. And waving her off like that simply would not do. A close eye was kept on the woman as they made their way towards the labyrinth. "...Lemons. He let out one last soft chuckle before the entering. Yup, still funny.[/style]

[STYLE=opacity: 0.9; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 3px; color: white; width: 400px;]made by kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Mischa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] Bringing up the rear with Farmer John's ‟fabulous‟ cousin was a woman who looked more than slightly out of place. She would have stood out more if she had opted in for a much longer skirt - which was just too restrictive. Her skirts, on the other hand, were short enough to be the butt of panty shot jokes, had she not taken the precaution of wearing a small pair of shorts underneath. Her upper garments – blouse, jacket and cravat were in perfect order, free of wrinkles or debris (for now, anyway). Hopefully they would stay in that shape; she was very meticulous about her clothing. Even her boots were clean of scuff marks, or would be later cleaned of if any dared to surface. As someone on the back row, the odds of her clothing getting soiled were much lower than the fighters up front. But, then again, their armor was pretty much made for dinging up. She spared what may have been a pitying look, had her sharp features not prevented her from doing so. The Hoplite, in all his heavy armor, was destined to be the meat shield of the day. The look of mild annoyance she gave the girl -their leader- was genuine, however. Mischa wasn't as flippant as their whip toting S&M enthusiast, though. It made no matter to her who the leader was, as long as they could do their job – which was still debatable in Himeko’s case, but that wasn’t the point. She gave the girl a wolfish grin before speaking. "My my, I hope for your sake that this isn't a fruitless endeavor."Despite the almost feral look in her eyes, her voice was deceptively soft. "-Or else I'm afraid I'll have to treat you like a naughty child and bend you over my knee." Except she would be using the blunt end of her staff, not the palm of her hand. And said staff would strike the girl hard across the knees - and rump, if she had a clear shot of that, too. It wasn't even a veiled threat - it was a clear warning. Don't waste our time. "Lemons indeed," she muttered to herself as she fell in behind Shelby.[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Himeko, Pandora, Shelby & Corentin WORDS: 371. NOTES: Don't mind Mischa, she's just being her breed. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Corentin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; border-top: #ddd solid 10px; border-bottom: #ddd solid 10px; background: #f8f8f8; width: 200px;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-top: -25px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px;][/style][STYLE=color: #999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; width: 370px;]❝ SO WHAT WOULD AN ANGEL SAY? THE DEVIL WANTS TO KNOW — ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 310px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 20px; border-left: #ddd 10px solid; border: #ddd 10px solid; border-top-left-radius: 20px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; margin-bottom: -25px; line-height: 90%;][STYLE= float: left; background: #ddd; color: #fff; padding: 05px; text-align: center; margin-right: 05px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 17px; border-top-left-radius: 05px; border-bottom-right-radius: 05px; margin-top: 03px; text-shadow: #999 1px 1px 1px;]Coren[/style] Was just minding his own business ( Kind of ) while he was in the back of the group thinking to himself. Everything was just so exciting and new to him. He just came from his old farm so this new setting put him a little of the edge. He paced around behind the group while he was in though about how he couldn't wait for them to get started. But, the downside was that he was pretty much useless. Besides that he can sense monsters and just maybe lure them into a peaceful sleep. In mid thought he heard his name which made him jump as he stared at the pink haired girl whom was giving orders. "Yes--ss?" He frowned on how his reply turned out. Then again his emotions were all over the place so there a large chance he was going to stutter or slur his words. When she said that he had to go in the back of the group he shrugged and went with it. It seemed like the proper place for Coren anyway. He looked over at the person who was going to be next to him. He waved at her kindly with a soft smile on his face. Everyone else seemed kind of sour toward their leader. Which was a bad sign how could they go about this ... weird quest if there is fighting in between the teammates? That will get us nowhere and we will get ourselves killed.. He thought to himself. Why can't everyone get along? He moved his gaze away from the person who was going to be fighting next. He just noticed that he was staring off into space which made it look like he was watching her. He used his one free hand to place it on his forehead and sigh. At times he really did hate himself. All he did was make himself look like a fool and a half-witted idiot. Then again.. I am a idiot. he thought. His grip around his 'weapon' which would be his shovel tightened. Time to get this quest started. Picking up his feet he started to follow the others. The closer he got the louder their voices got. When he got closer he heard laughing puzzled he walked up to Shelby laughing at the objective of the quest. It was indeed pretty funny it made coren laugh himself but not like that. Catching up to the group he spoke trying to get their attention. By now Coren's nerves was more relaxed now so hopefully he wouldn't get his words mixed up and slur. Who else is happy that they can help the Lemon Lord out on such a quest? [/style]

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[HIMEKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g16/ForTheLuvaDIRT/Watase%20Sanetoshi/2-2.jpg'); width: 415px;] [style=background-color: #7a606f; width: 355px; padding: 5px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px;]Himeko thought that it wouldn't be easy, but she didn't know that she somehow attracted perhaps to weirdest people out there. Maybe it was the influence of lemon lord or was Himeko something like a born weirdo magnet. Get your things together. I am giving the commands on this mission, why can't I just go in there with people, who didn't complain. Maybe this quest would get tough for a different reason. She looked at Mischa and Corentin and sighed. I think I will take the front row as well. It's not like I can't take a few hits and with a medic our party we should be pretty safe. Also I can watch her from there. "Oh, right than it's Shelby from now on.", Himeko just said. Normal people would just apologize, but she was really not the person to admit mistakes and apologizing always felt so awkward to her. Himeko wasn't really sorry either so it was just fine. Poor Shelby...he will be jumped by those monsters. But there was always one guy who took most part of the damage. At least he seem to enjoy this quest. Himeko chuckled, when she heard Mischa's play of words. Fruitless, yeah... But that dealing with Mischa would be as annoying as dealing with Pandora. She blushed a little bit and just hid her face. It was obviously that Himeko just pictured the scene in her head. "Just do your thing...okay?", she mumbled and tried to focus again so it wouldn't get to embarrassing for her. Corentin seemed kind of dreamy, but at least he wasn't disagreeing with Himeko taking the leader role. If it would be a longer trip he certainly would get useful or if they had to dig a hole. She noticed that he was kind of staring at her. Well she was pretty and maybe he was admiring her and her natural beauty. Himeko tried to not get to carried away and walked close to Shelby into the labyrinth. Let's hope the monsters didn't carried the chest to deep into the labyrinth. The group arrived at the first crossing and Himeko decided to turn left. It was just a feeling and also she didn't want to leave this decision to the group. She was leading this party, so she gets to decide which way they take. After 10 minutes of just plain walking Himeko noticed a bunch of rats in the distance. Three, well this will be the first test. I just hope those two get their stuff toghter. Himeko drew her weapon and the treerats finally noticed the group their party and slowly advanced towards them. Himeko was standing in the front line and gently pushed Shelby into the middle, so he could deal with all the monsters. "Attack Order!", she yelled and raised her rapier. Himeko could feel the effect of her skill and grinded. She would prove Pandora that she was much more than just a princess who liked to give orders. the rats closed in on them and the middle one jumped at Shelby, while Himeko kept the left one on distance with her rapier. Action: Attack Order [/style][style=background-color: #7a606f; width: 355px; border-left: 5px solid #7a606f; border-right: 5px solid #7a606f; color: #a8a8a8; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffa858; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] words: 512 tags: Quest, Lemom Lord notes: Skill Points remaining: 14 credits: ZETTA! of BTN[/style]

[Pandora]

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[style=float: right; border: 1px solid #707070; padding: 3; position: relative; left: 6; margin-top: 3;] So they had the princess, the meat shield, the medic, and a little farmer. What a diverse group this was! They were going to need Pandora's help, that was for sure. Farmers and Medics were hopeless at dealing damage, and could hardly take a hit. Hoplites, yeah they could attack, but they were meant to take up all the hits. And the Princess? Well she was the wild card here. Pandora didn't expect much from the girl, but she also couldn't deny the usefulness of a Princess. As much as she hated being ordered around, Princesses did know a thing or two about battle formations that could easily turn the tide of battle. "Oh yes," Pandora started in reply to Corentin's question. She had an edge of sarcasm in her voice as she rolled her eyes. "Ecstatic." Lemon Lord. Of all things, the crazy old guy had to be a Lemon Lord. What did that even mean? And why did he need these Lemons in the first place? Was there something valuable about Yggdrasil Lemons? Surely Pandora would have heard about such a thing if that were true. At Mischa's comment, she snorted, an unbecoming sort of reaction. Fruitless effort. Now that was priceless. Well, at least Pandora wasn't the only one doubting the Princess's leadership. It wasn't that Pandora had problems following orders. No, she could do that if she forced herself to. She just hated it when a member just declared themself leader, especially ones that might not be able to pull their own weight. Well, at least it wasn't the Farmer... Coming to the cross, Pandora decided to not cause any problems and followed Himeko to the left. Left, right, it didn't really matter. Pandora was just here for when the slaughterfest started. Of course, by slaughterfest she meant the monsters. Pandora might have had a few screws knocked loose, but fighting her own teammates was an idiotic move, even if they did turn out to be incompetent. After walking for what seemed like forever, Pandora dragged her feet along, losing enthusiasm. It was then that she saw the little purple furred things down the path. Rats! Finally! With a gigantic grin, Pandora whipped out her whip and uncoiled it just in time for Himeko to yell out her Attack Order. "Well well, joining us up here in the front, Princess?" Pandora asked, genuinely impressed. At least Himeko knew a thing or two about leading after all. A leader could never lead a team if they just hung out in the back barking orders. Sometimes, they had to take the offensive. "One, two..." the grinning woman whispered to herself, counting off the rats. Princess seemed to have that one on the left covered, and it looked like the girly named Hoplite would block that one in the middle. So that left... "Three!" Pandora exclaimed, jumping at the Treerat to the far right and lashing her whip out at the beast with a resounding crack. She could feel the surety in her attack, like her whip was merely an extension of her arm. Yes, Princess's little battle plan seemed to work out just fine. Maybe she would be a suitable leader after all. Action: Normal Attack Skill Points: 15 [/style]

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[SHELBY]

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GOTTA STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU SHOULD KNOW. NEED TO STOP FEELING LIKE MY LIFE IS SUCH A MESS .BECAUSE THE WORLD HAS GOT ME IN IT. IT'S MY TIME AND I SHOULD LIVE IT –[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 45px; margin-left: 120px; margin-right: 20px; text-align: center; height: 40px; color: #071313; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; overflow: auto;]SP, 15/15 action, defend notes, shelby is unimpressed[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #EEF1F1; padding: 17px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: #071313; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px;]He nodded, reassured by her correcting her error in regards to his name. While an apology would have been nice, he wasn't about to hold out for one. There were far more important things to deal with at the moment. Like their questionable healer, already busying herself with making Shelby uncomfortable. Her little 'spanking' comment really caught him off gaurd, shaking him up considerably. In reply he simply looked over his shoulder, giving her an unamused look of disapproval. He was fully aware that it wouldn't accomplish much, but it was the best he could do without overstepping his boundaries. As much as he disliked it, he wasn't the leader here. He could only hope she didn't start talking like that in the middle of a battle. Such distractions could really end up causing unneeded trouble. As he turned forward once more, he caught sight of the farmer that would be joining them. More specifically his 'weapon'. He wince visibly at the sight of the shovel, quickly turning his head forward. What was he thinking, bringing such a thing into a dangerous dungeon? Did he not know his life was at stake? He was tempted to speak up, but managed to keep himself quiet. After all, the guild would never allow an unqualified person into the Labyrinth...Right? Most of the chatter was ignored, as the knight did his best to focus on the task at hand. Between his previous musings and the Mischa's little comment, he had hardly had time to ready himself. However, even Shelby had their limits. By the end of their little ten minute walk he was starting to feel a little antsy. "Is there even anything down here?" He was expecting...something. Some kind of feral beast blocking their path. But so far the only obstacle they came across were a few stray pebbles, which he simply kicked aside out of boredom. Unless you count the little crossroads, which he didn't. It wasn't as if Hime took much time deciding which way to go. Something he didn't really argue. Maybe the Lemon Lord gave her a map or some sort of directions. The sight of the treerats really didn't phase him, simply assuming them to be normal rats. Something that would scurry away as soon as they got near. That is until Hime drew her rapier. A clear look of confusion took over his features as he looked between the girl and the three rats. "What? We're going to fight rats?" He knew they weren't very deep. But rats? He remembered chasing down and killing rats that tried to nest in his father's woodpiles. These things were nothing! And here he was expecting some sort of feral bear creature. Tall, sharp claws, deadly fangs dripping with the blood of it's prey. He scrunched his nose at the rats as they slowly drew nearer. He simply glanced towards Hime as she nudged him into the center, reluctantly shifting to the side in compliance. "You're joking." Apparently she was quite serious, as one of the rats decided to immediately launch itself at him as soon as it got within range. Shocked by the sudden act of aggression, Shelby lifted his shield to block it from reaching him. Provided it made contact with the shield, he would push forward as soon as he heard or felt it make contact in an effort to send it backwards. While it wouldn't really do much but daze the creature, it would at least give him some room to breathe.[/style]

[STYLE=opacity: 0.9; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #white; width: 400px;]made by kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Mischa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Mischa smirked in amusement as she caught a glimpse of red on the princess’s face – a smirk that turned into a slight frown when she turned and caught a larger one from the hoplite. She gave a quick shrug, holding up her hands in a warding off gesture. He apparently wasn’t too keen on the spanking remark. She considered asking him if he would prefer to administer the spanking himself, but decided to store that little gem away for later. There would be plenty of time for teasing outside of the labyrinth when they were finished with this “job.” She flashed a toothy grin at the farmer beside him, showcasing her mouthful of sharp teeth. She’d almost forgotten about Corentin just that quick. Poor fellow did a good job of blending in in the background. Happy to help the lemon lord? " I hope he chokes on those damn lemons, " she muttered under her breath. She gave the farmer an almost pleasant smile. He seemed like the dreamy, optimistic type but she wasn’t so ready to write him off as entirely useless. Yet, anyway. She said nothing more during the next ten minutes, a bit more engrossed with their surroundings. You could never be too careful, after all. That and the little princess seemed to be doing a good job of not leading them directly into trouble. Of course, she had to wonder what was on the right path and if the one they had turned on was any safer – it had been quiet for now, but wouldn’t stay that way forever. The sound of squeaking and scurrying caused her to pause and grab for Corentin’s shoulder. " Ugh. Rats, " she spat in disgust. Not like she was afraid of them or anything – she just hated the little disease carrying things. Still gripping Corentin lightly by the shoulder, she took a step back as Pandora, Shelby – and yes, Himeko – formed up the front rank. There seemed to be only three of the critters, from where she could tell. One for each ally up front. Their…”opponents” were just rats; they shouldn’t have too much trouble taking care of the plague infested beasts. She tightened her hand around something hard, before coming to her sense and realizing she still had a hand on Corentin’s shoulder. Mischa released her grip on the poor fellow’s shoulder and wrapped it around her staff, instead. "…Sorry about that." Her knuckles turned a shade paler than the rest of her hands as she redirected her squeezing to her staff. If one of those damned things somehow made it on the back line, she was going to clobber it to death. Most of her attention at the moment was directed at the rats, and indirectly, the front liners handling them. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Himeko, Pandora, Shelby & Corentin WORDS: 460. NOTES: Skill points: 15/15 CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Corentin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; border-top: #ddd solid 10px; border-bottom: #ddd solid 10px; background: #f8f8f8; width: 200px;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-top: -25px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px;][/style][STYLE=color: #999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; width: 370px;]❝ SO WHAT WOULD AN ANGEL SAY? THE DEVIL WANTS TO KNOW — ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 310px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 20px; border-left: #ddd 10px solid; border: #ddd 10px solid; border-top-left-radius: 20px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; margin-bottom: -25px; line-height: 90%;][STYLE= float: left; background: #ddd; color: #fff; padding: 05px; text-align: center; margin-right: 05px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 17px; border-top-left-radius: 05px; border-bottom-right-radius: 05px; margin-top: 03px; text-shadow: #999 1px 1px 1px;]In[/style] the back of his mind Coren was thinking about his future adventures that was going to happen to him. This just happened to be his first one. Still feeling all jittery he bounced up and down as he walked. He was just like a child in a candy store. One thought kept going through his mind the whole time for some odd reason it would not just go away. 'The first time I can really help someone. The. First. Time.' Thats when he smiled at the pink haired girl all he did was get a fairly creepy smile from her. He looked at her with a poker face as if he was asking what did he do to make her mad? Then before he knew it the party was moving again forward into the wilderness. There was plants everywhere around him some plants around him he have never even heard of until now. He gazed at the beauty as he walked everything seemed to be going pretty well. They had ran into no monsters yet so everyone in the group had a chance to stare off at the wonderful settings. Just when he was getting sucked into relaxation he flinched when the quietness was broken with voices and sounds of whips cracking. He smiled then chuckled everyone was getting worked up about rats. But, these rats was not from his barn. Who knows what kind of mutations they could have out here. Feeling sudden warmth on his shoulder he looked over to see the pink haired girl gripping his shoulder as she backed up. Which caused him to move back as well but not as gracefully as she had. He looked at her with a puzzled expression, what had happened to her tough attitude? Maybe he was just looking at this the wrong way. She could have just did that to pull him back. Then again why on earth would she just leave he hand resting there? Now she was acting like she was scared by mere rats? Everything was too confusing for poor Coren. Placing his hand on her hand that was located on his shoulder he gripped it and smiled kindly at her. Pulling his hand away he looked away from her and started to watch the fight going on up front. Coren rested all of his weight on his shovel which happened to be the side Mischa was putting her hand on. He was pretty surprised she didn't yank her hand away or slap him for touching her. She seemed like the kind of girl who would do such a thing. But, nothing happened besides her pulling her hand away soon as he was wondering why she hadn't. Then she spoke soon as she moved her hands away from him. Smiling warmly toward her he spoke surprisingly clearly It's okay. Not like you was squeezing my hand or clinging on to me. He spoke in a mocking tone toward her. He just hoped in the very back of his mind that she did not take his statement in the wrong way. Torn from their side conversation he watched them fight again. If one of them got close to Mischa or him he could hit them with his shovel or scoop them up and just toss them off to the side. Then again the bloody animals will just run right on back. However, there is a chance that they will just run off in fright. [/style]

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[HIMEKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g16/ForTheLuvaDIRT/Watase%20Sanetoshi/2-2.jpg'); width: 415px;] [style=background-color: #7a606f; width: 355px; padding: 5px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px;]Himeko know that they were just fighting rats, but these were a lot bigger than your usual rats and therefore a little bit harder to handle. It also was the first floor of the first stratum so they would probably not encounter any big monsters. It was probably the best thing to get started with exploring the labyrinth and at least in battle everyone seemed to get their things together. It was probably a bit boring for those in the back, but well it really only were three big rats. "Watch for other monsters, Corentin.", she just said over her shoulder. He was a farmer so he could use his Keen Eye skill to watch out for monsters that would close in on them. Though being rather big this rats were pretty fast and the rat Himeko was fighting used the moment, when she turned her head around and jumped her, leaving a bite mark in her shoulder. "Tzzz...get off me you freaking beast.", she hissed and grabbed the rat at it's neck. I shouldn't divert my head from the actual battle after all. The rat seemed to be rather dizzy after hitting the ground. The princess felt a warm fluid red running from her shoulder, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Himeko was more worried, about her clothes getting dirty. "Take that rat scum.", she said and stabbed the rat with her rapier. It let out a loud squeal and tried to escaped, but Himeko had that beast pinned to the ground. "Would somebody be so polite and finish it off for me?", she just asked and looked at Shelby and Pandora. They were probably busy with their own rats, but Himeko would prefer not to let that beast roam around. Action: Normal Attack Skill Points remaining: 14 HP: 85% [/style][style=background-color: #7a606f; width: 355px; border-left: 5px solid #7a606f; border-right: 5px solid #7a606f; color: #a8a8a8; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #ffa858; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] words: 302 tags: Quest, Lemon Lord notes: Rats... credits: ZETTA! of BTN[/style]

[Pandora]

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[style=float: right; border: 1px solid #707070; padding: 3; position: relative; left: 6; margin-top: 3;] Stupid rats! With their obnoxious buck teeth and tiny little legs that allowed them to scurry about and dodge half of their attacks with ease. Not to mention they were small, and even though Pandora wouldn't ever admit it, a whip wasn't the most accurate weapon to attack something with, especially small targets. But she seemed to have made contact with the rat she had been targeting. Still, it wasn't dead yet, just angry. Hissing at her, the rat bared its fangs, but Pandora just hissed right back. Hearing Princess's request, Pandora looked away from her rat and towards the pinned one. With glee, Pandora smirked and licked her top lip absent mindedly. Take out the weaker ones first, that was always Pandora's rule. And, she was getting tired of this battle already. They were rats, not dangerous giant insects or carnivorous rabbits or whatever else the Labyrinth might have beneath its depths. "Gotcha Princess," she said, reaching into her jacket and pulling out one of her poison vials. Pandora bit down on the vial's cork, and it slipped out with a pop. She then poured the poison down the length of her whip, and both spit the cork and threw the glass vial aside. Hopefully neither hit anyone in the back row. "Viper," she muttered under her breath as she lashed out her poisoned whip at the rat Princess had pinned. Hopefully that would be enough to kill it. Turning away from her own opponent was probably a risky move, but that's what they had Miss Medic in the back row for. And besides, Princess's shoulder wound didn't look that bad. Action: Skill - Viper Skill Points: 14 [/style]

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[SHELBY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,446,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA; border-top: 3px solid #0E292A; border-left: 1px dotted #0E292A; border-bottom: 3px solid #0E292A; border-top-left-radius: 230px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px;] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -19px; border: 3px solid #0E292A; margin-left: 3px; margin-top: 40px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2eatpg6.png); border-radius: 100px; ][/style] [STYLE=height: 70px; width: 70px; margin-left: 80px; border: 3px solid #0E292A; margin-top: -166px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2eatpg6.png); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; margin-right: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -6px; margin-top: -69; font-size: 53px; color: #458589;]NEED TO,[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; font-family: helvetica; margin-right: 20px; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -10px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; color: #091E1F; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; text-indent: 20px;]STOP HURRYING SLOW DOWN AND TAKE CONTROL. GOTTA STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU SHOULD KNOW. NEED TO STOP FEELING LIKE MY LIFE IS SUCH A MESS .BECAUSE THE WORLD HAS GOT ME IN IT. IT'S MY TIME AND I SHOULD LIVE IT –[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 45px; margin-left: 120px; margin-right: 20px; text-align: center; height: 40px; color: #071313; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; overflow: auto;]SP, 15/15 action, attack notes, fatality[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #EEF1F1; padding: 17px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: #071313; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px;]The rat flew backwards a short ways, appearing a bit dazed as it landed. With this brief break in the action he took a moment to look between his two fellow warriors in the front row. Upon noticing Hime's shoulder wound he couldn't help but be troubled. Perhaps he should have focused more on defending the party rather than just protecting himself from injury. He was the only one there wearing armor, after all. It wasn't like a rat could even do much to him. Corners of his lips were tugged down by a slight frown as he turned back towards the rat, which was simply running at him yet again. They may have been bigger and stronger than normal, but they were still just as stupid. Before it had a chance to leap at him as it did before, Shelby stepped forward with his spear pulled back. As his foot came down his weapon shot forward, skewering the treerat before it could reach him. Nose scrunched up as he watched it squirm, the pointed edge pinning it to the ground. A shame. While he was aiming for the head of the creature, he only caught it in the back of the torso, the spear exiting just below the stomach. It let out a screech as is writhed on the floor, only worsening that Shelby's twinge of guilt. It may have been a rat, but he didn't plan on making it suffer. With a sigh the hoplite lifted his foot, stomping down on the creature's head with his steel boot. He wasn't about to take his spear out before he knew it was dead. There was no telling what these things were capable of. With his eyes averted, he lifted his bloodied boot and spear away from the beast. "So much for having a good time today." It was amazing how fast he went from thirsting for excitement to just wanting to get this whole thing over with. Hopefully the next monsters would at least die quickly.[/style]

[STYLE=opacity: 0.9; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #white; width: 400px;]made by kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Mischa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss351/blinxkasshu/Fux/PrussiaFemalefull576060-1.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Mischa wasn't too bothered by the action of Corentin's reassuring pat, but more over the farmer's motivation for doing so. It would be reasonable for him to assume the rats made her uncomfortable, a thought she stubbornly refused to accept. Thankfully, no one else seemed to have notice this - they were all far too preoccupied with the oversized rodents. Whatever chance of embarrassment, however brief, was gone. Or so she assumed, until the farmer began mocking her. She fixed a cold gaze on the man. " Watch it or you'll be using that shovel to dig your own grave." There was a twinge of red in her pale cheeks as she turned her focus back to the matter at hand. The group at front seemed to be enjoying themselves, at least. What the rats put out, they were given right back. The rats were suffering more fatalities than her party members; one stabbing, two whippings, and a...curbstomp from Shelby. The last made Mischa wince. She hated the foul things, but seeing them stomped to death brought her no joy. The only causality on their side was Princess, and that was just some minor injury. Healing her right now would be no problem, but they did not know what lay ahead. That and she preferred to conserve SP for important matters, and not waste them on every little scratch or bite. There were far more nastier things in this labyrinth besides rats. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Himeko, Pandora, Shelby & Corentin WORDS: 242. NOTES: Skill points: 15/15 CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Corentin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; border-top: #ddd solid 10px; border-bottom: #ddd solid 10px; background: #f8f8f8; width: 200px;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-top: -25px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Accel/a85.jpg); border: #ddd solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px;][/style][STYLE=color: #999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; width: 370px;]❝ SO WHAT WOULD AN ANGEL SAY? THE DEVIL WANTS TO KNOW — ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 310px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999; padding: 20px; border-left: #ddd 10px solid; border: #ddd 10px solid; border-top-left-radius: 20px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; margin-bottom: -25px; line-height: 90%;][STYLE= float: left; background: #ddd; color: #fff; padding: 05px; text-align: center; margin-right: 05px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 17px; border-top-left-radius: 05px; border-bottom-right-radius: 05px; margin-top: 03px; text-shadow: #999 1px 1px 1px;]Breaking[/style] out of his thought state once again from hearing his name. It was the princess who had pulled him out of his thought land. She spoke to him over her shoulder while they continued to fend off the bloody rats that seemed to jump out of nowhere. He was given a order he perked up like a dog given a treat right away he activated his skill by closing his eyes and creating a map in his head of where all the monsters where. He frowned when he opened his eyes then sighed while shaking his head. We are going to have to be careful there are quite a few monsters wandering around. But, the good thing is most of them are fairly weak. The next group of monsters are a ways off as well. But, the next group will be the hardest.. His voice trailed off in the end. I felt that he was going on and on like a know it all when most of it would have been facts that the normal human eye could see. Well at least he was helping.. Corentin then looked back at the girl next to him. Smiling at her when she stood there quietly after he even mocked her. Then he was surprised when she finally spoke. He couldn't help but laugh quietly when she blushed. " I made her embarrassed, how cute." To annoy her even more he acted confused and looked at her with a puzzled look. "What did I do to you?" He said this in a convincing worried tone. Corentin is pretty good at acting out small scenes to joke around and play with people. Thought he did not do this a lot.. he was just really happy that he was in a quest. Just now he was able to help out everyone by telling them where and how many monsters there was. He just hoped he was not told to lead them through all of this.. he would die in a few hits from the weakest monsters. His mind wondered back to the girl who he was picking on. He felt really mean but, it was his chance to have fun once in awhile. He was normally busy helping everyone else and had no time for goofing off. After all of this Coren looked up over to the fighting again to see that about all the rats were dead. He smiled and felt like he needed to say good job or something to the three who had did all the fighting for him and the healer. But, he had bugged everyone enough so he kept it to himself as he stood there resting on his shovel waiting for his next order. Words: 455 SP: 14/15 [/style]

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