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100 Protected by Sol -15 from Bear Retal Having never so much as thrown a punch at anyone in his life before, Schilva's whole being was being solely sustained by a mix of terrified adrenaline and the numbing sensation of still not being fully convinced that he could die in a game. With each...

"I see, I see..." Taking the tale of the giant, many-eyed aberration in stride, Schilva nods calmly to himself while mulling over what that could mean. Schilva had no doubt that the shielder Faerin was far ahead of him in terms of experience. After all, with a shield like that for proof, it was...

Evidently, Schilva had been expecting more in terms of recognition than just narrowed eyes and an uncertain laugh in terms of response to the revelation that he had been working himself to the bone for the sake of the safety of every dime-a-dozen fresh-faced noob who spawned in. "..." Chewing...

"...and I better see that you've finished picking all those turnips before tonight!" Those last words continued to echo in Schilva's ears as he lugged the bulging burlap sack of turnips up the road to the farmhouse, cursing his luck with every step of the path that he continued to trudge along...

"What? I mean, I suppose it wouldn't injure my reputation to party with someone like you." Yeah, because every bright light needs its shadows, Schilva thinks to himself. He can be, like, my Sancho or Samwise or something. Completely oblivious to the fact that a Quixotical allusion might not be...

If Schilva had known just how ominous of an aura he was exuding right now with his mere appearance, he may have been proud in proclaiming the naturally intimidating might of the Schilva Flasch, but bragging about that may have ironically been better for him as a burly cannon-toting man wandered...

Listen, I'm telling you, I'm THE Schilva Flasch, I don't need your help, I'm doing FINE and this isn't even my blood- Had Schilva a gold piece for each time he had been suspected of suspicious activity when he was really just cashing out on the dirty monster-hunting jobs he'd been collecting...

The commotion of a scuffle in the bushland terrain not so far from where Harukami spawned in would be ended with the schwing of drawn steel and the loud proclamation of an activated skill. "SILVER FLASH!" All is quiet for a while before the crunching of leaf litter and dirt underfoot begins to...

Brushing off Frey's near-slump onto the stump with a convenient aversion of the eyes, Schilva doesn't acknowledge the Faerin's clear lack of full dive maneuvering prowess for the interest of his own suspension of disbelief. That was very important. Nodding cursorily, more intent on figuring out...

100 -30 from Bear Retal "Alright, alright, I'm moving!" Hurried along, Schilva keeps his hand on his sword and glances behind him to try and squint through the darkness. Bad idea. "Ah...yeah, yeah that's a great idea!" Glimmering eyes under a shaggy coat and a steaming cloud of breath are...

As Frey listens on without further question or confusion, Schilva feels as though things had finally been clarified all the way through properly, huffing proudly to himself at the end of his monologue. As the trek to find some form of civilisation began with Frey in tow, he himself still felt...

Hostilities seemed like an inevitability for a second, even his boast about his bloodthirsty blade that 'could never be drawn without intent to kill' forgotten in the moment. Schilva had not forgotten that this game had killed before and likely would kill again, but after the haze of panic...

Money. Why did everything have to be about money, even in a videogame world? Honestly, you'd think that an illustrious Traveler like himself would be given equally illustrious concessions in the bastions of civilisation he was supposed to defend, but no, no, 'get out of the tavern if you don't...

Waiting for his unambiguously clear explanation to be absorbed by the silence and the Faerin - that's what they were, right? The diminutive stance and the tapering ears were what gave it away. Just picking a race for Schilva had taken Mylar an hour, but of course one of the most important...

The clapping and cheering don't make it any better. At least it's nothing like being pointedly humiliated, but being laughed at for some other reason still didn't sit quite well with Schilva as his first interaction with anyone in this world. He certainly wasn't about to do that again, if anyone...

Normally, Mylar - Schilva now, that is - would never do such a blatantly embarrassing thing as dance in an open field when, clearly, all his moves were self-learned. However, the excitement completely going to his head, the fact that his surroundings were seemingly isolated enough from...

Active None Completed THE SORT-OF-MORE-OR-LESS-DIAGONAL MOVEMENT(?) OF THE SWORD HERO! (Completed) Hiatus None Planned None CONTACTS fas fa-handshake-simple Frey believes Schilva to be an NPC, while Schilva believes he resolved the misconception the first time he denied...

Hmm. Too gaunt. Let's make him a little shorter... Too hunky. Smoothen that part, just a bit... Too scrawny! Bulk this out, not too much... "Aha, just right!" Stepping back and admiring his handiwork, Mylar wipes some imaginary sweat off his simulated brow and looks over the avatar of...

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