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Characters: brbstealingpknm and vatheon
Location: around the plaza mostly.
Time: midday onwards
Style: Any
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN.
[He'd finally gotten around to gaining a second class after a few days of just level grinding from dawn to dusk, but it still wasn't doing anything for tempter or the bitterness at being denied his tools for a weak - his main weapons of choice - his Pokemon.
Though the monsters seemed to have helped him shoot up in levels and that was a good thing. He'd rather he had his Pokemon to fight with it, but, as he'd come to tell himself, he'd grown to rely too much on the tools - unacceptable. It just made him weak and pitiful and he was going to be strong! He didn't need anyone else -- this was honing his own skills. He'd have to keep it up after this stupid, ridiculous, disgusting curse week was over. too. Hopefully it would be soon. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take being armoured up. Or being denied what he'd come to rely on, but that was shoved down deep - It wasn't a thought that he was willing to entertain.
The amour wasn't the most pleasant either - slowing him down, though the attacks he now had access too... He liked the power, but not the armour. At least it was something though and covered most of the thief's clothing.
He grinned as he finished off the monster, his stats changing to reflect this.
brbstealingpknm
Class: thief / Dark Knight
Lvl: 29
HP: 90% | MP: 60%
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Not bad, but he know it could be better.] Humph.
Not good enough.
[Time for more monster hunting or another PvP or something.]
Location: around the plaza mostly.
Time: midday onwards
Style: Any
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN.
[He'd finally gotten around to gaining a second class after a few days of just level grinding from dawn to dusk, but it still wasn't doing anything for tempter or the bitterness at being denied his tools for a weak - his main weapons of choice - his Pokemon.
Though the monsters seemed to have helped him shoot up in levels and that was a good thing. He'd rather he had his Pokemon to fight with it, but, as he'd come to tell himself, he'd grown to rely too much on the tools - unacceptable. It just made him weak and pitiful and he was going to be strong! He didn't need anyone else -- this was honing his own skills. He'd have to keep it up after this stupid, ridiculous, disgusting curse week was over. too. Hopefully it would be soon. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take being armoured up. Or being denied what he'd come to rely on, but that was shoved down deep - It wasn't a thought that he was willing to entertain.
The amour wasn't the most pleasant either - slowing him down, though the attacks he now had access too... He liked the power, but not the armour. At least it was something though and covered most of the thief's clothing.
He grinned as he finished off the monster, his stats changing to reflect this.
brbstealingpknm
Class: thief / Dark Knight
Lvl: 29
HP: 90% | MP: 60%
®®
Not bad, but he know it could be better.] Humph.
Not good enough.
[Time for more monster hunting or another PvP or something.]