Private Western Brisshal The Old, Older, and Oldest

[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Western Brisshal

170 / 185

-20HP retaliation damage
+5HP Regeneration -passive-

Taunting (taunt)

Critical Success

100

It was just another day within the game to Morpheus, somehow he was still alive in the real world it seemed but his conviction to not log out until his final moment had kept strong and yet to even check his UI as he could very well tend to his needs in the game and his real self was bed bound anyways and attached to so many machines freedom or doing things himself had been rendered pointless. That all said though he was not apposed to the extra time in a fantasy setting such as was Terrasphere. A light humming escaped his lips to match that of the birds around him while wooden cane clicked to the grass and dirt below.

He was minding his own when his cane tapped something new and it got a response. Eye opening to see a skeleton moving below it and clamoring to stand up while others in the area seemed to react in kind. The old gamer taking a moment before his brain caught on this is what one might call 'wild encounter' or 'monster trap' making him smile. No mater how old a gamer they kept some of the best classics and added the spice of age and more to it drawing the elderly man to set his can against a tree and take up a combat stance as he cut his humming to speak to his foes out of habit.

"Oh, you want to go a few rounds with me, Let's see who has aged better then!"

Bones rattling and creaking as they two forces of age clashed. Fist clashing against clawing bones sparking the sense of pain that came from combat and making the war veteran smile. He missed a good spar with his old war buddies and none of the new blood wanted to fight a vet claiming 'he was to old' or such when he could still spar. But it was moments like this that made him enjoy having lived long enough for games to come this far and be a great sendoff in his eyes. Divine magic sparking into his first uppercut against the attackers while feet shifted across the grass to evade the next attack.

"Oh, you got to be quicker then that. Cone on, spooky scary skeletons send shivers down my spine!~"

His playful tone despite the one vs twenty-one that remained showed his eagerness for a little fun. Footwork gliding out of some attacks but into others so he could cross counter or get a hit in return all the while moving the mass of undead into clusters. He was old, but he was also experienced in fighting and games such as this and rule one of fighting a group was to pile and destroy them and group fighting one zero one, never let someone pile your team up and the skeletons made that mistake as Morpheus pulled his Kimono down and moved his fist together at his side charging Divine magic.

"Eat this, OOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDDD MAN CANNNNNNNOOOONNNN!!!!!"

❰ Divine ray ❱

The beam of white and gold energy ripping across the air into the skeletons he had managed to line up just for the moment and part of him was a bit shocked the damage he had caused. Looking at the damage to the area as she scratched the back of his head and for the moment adjusted his posture forgetting he was in combat. Was he always this strong in the game, last he recalled he could barely hit a thing with his fist let alone a beam of divine magic like that. His senses snapping back into focus as a skeleton smacked him from behind drawing his mind back from thoughts.

"Fear the power, of those AGED WITH EXPEREINCE!"

His battle cry unleashed into the world as he resumed his outnumbered fight without much care or fear in the whole thing. So far these skeletons had been all of a pushover and while he was on guard for something stronger he was slightly feeling bad for being this strong in the area most said was new player territory.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (100) + 15 + 0 = 230 (Crit!)
230 damage (6.5x DC, 6LP damage)
Divine Magic | Morpheus | New thread

Spoiler: Skeleton hoard

16 / 22

Retaliation damage 20 | DC to hit 20​

@Bjorn Aegirrson
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[Bjorn Aegirrson]

110 / 130

-20 from Retal

Straying from the main path was a risk he figured was worth it. This course of action opposed the monotony of a standard walk, and the only way to truly experience the game world was to steer in varying directions. Some might have called the bearish man too air-headed for adventuring, but even in his difficult moments recalling a few things he still payed attention. The silence for now was only interrupted by the birds and smaller creatures milling about, except something was off.

An abominable presence loomed, a multitude of them in fact, lingering on that line between living beings and inorganic objects. It was the loud, explosive attack which burst forth in a blinding light alongside a flying object.

That was most certainly a bone. Many of them in fact along with a skull. "Ah. Skeletons."

While the idea of flying skeletons was an amusing thought, there were still the sounds of someone yelling, prompting the polar bear to place his huge arms to his sides and hustle towards the commotion. If someone was in trouble then it was in good faith that he offered assistance. As Bjorn approached the situation at hand, he peered over his classes to witness the chaos around the woods. Well, it just so happened that the large collection of skeletons had been shot through by an ... old man? Well, logic stated this was certainly no typical old man given the marks from an obvious attack pointed towards the stranger as its origin.

Even still it was time to do his duty. "Seems you've gotten yourself into a tussle! But, even though you seem like you have it handled I'll be glad to assist," Bjorn called out as he hurried to the old man's side. As he did, however, a couple of the skeletons slashed at him, which although he was dealt damage, Bjorn was a bit bulkier than the usual newbie. Looking at the undead, he frowned, "Excuse me I was having a conversation here, please wait your turn."

With that, he looked back at the old fellow. "Where was I? Ah, yes, I was about to give you a bit of assistance with this. I am a bit new to this so let's see how ..." Raising his arm, the huge man made a few gestures as a few, small runes that appeared Nordic in origin were released from his hand and circled around Morpheus, a feeling of power lingering about.

"For now I hope that can help."

Rolls

Buff (Single)
1d100 (21) + 5 + 0 = 9 (Total divided by 3)
+9 buff to 1 target for 3 posts
Spirit Magic | Bjorn Aegirrson | Buffing Morpheus

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[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Western Brisshal

155 / 185

-20HP retaliation damage
+5HP Regeneration -passive-
+9DMG buff from Bjorn

Taunting (taunt)

Morpheus would once more stop his fighting when he heard another voice speaking to him. Looking over and partly raising an eyebrow at the sight before him. So many people had come across had been babies at best in his eyes but for once he actually saw a kid or young teen. A small grin as he turned back to the threats as they clawed him again with a small chuckle before speaking in response.

"About time a kid crossed my path, I swore this game was full of nothing but babies and toddlers. Lets show them the might of the old guard shall we saint Nicklaus?"

Stance changing as Morpheus pulled the divine energy to his fist allowing them to glow softly, scoffing some as he adjusted his stance and shouted while the glow turned into a bright pair of boxing gloves gaining his nod of approval while rushing right back into the fray of battle. Ducking under the first attack before rolling his fist back and punching the head off the attacking skeleton and weaving towards the next like a boxer might. He loved getting the chance to brush up on some old hobbies while moving to slam his head against the next skeleton.

❰ Divine fist ❱

"What you waiting for, a cardinal invitation from queen Elizabeth? Don't tell me all those muscles are just for flexing youngling!"

Turning back towards the younger man as Morpheus hopped between his feet like he was back in his sixties feeling the vigor back in his old bones. He did not want to hog all the fun and moved back to his own little spar with a skeleton ducking and weaving the attacks while leading some away from the bear man. He was having to much fun to notice he was taunting the skeletons and was to dense in his happy moment to know the difference as he swung a right hook against the third skeleton.

"So what brings a kid like you into this game? Last I heard there was some rumor or another about it being dangerous but if you ask me... IM TALKING HERE!"

His little speech cut short as a skeleton smacked him and got kicked away for the moment as Morpheus resumed talking and dodging the skeletons.

"These things barely pose much an issue. Back in my day the first area always had that one boss that you did not have to fight till the end of the game in a place like this but yet to find it so far ha-ha."

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (36) + 15 + 0 + 9 = 60
60 damage (3x DC 3LP damage)

Spoiler: Skeleton hoard

13 / 22

Retaliation damage 20 | DC to hit 20​

@Bjorn Aegirrson
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[Bjorn Aegirrson]

70 / 130

-20 from Retal
-20 more due to Vulnerable

"Kid?" He gazed around the battlefield for a moment, eyes wide as he looked for this supposed child. Bjorn was not one to enact violence so readily when defending someone, but if a defenseless child was about that was a different story. Chuckling at the Saint Nikolas joke, he opened his jaw to responded when the word 'youngling' was tossed his way. In the vein of the polar bear Beastfolk himself being the young one in this instance. The wrinkles, manner of speech, and the whole demeanor at last clicked.

Bjorn unleashed a boom of laughter. "AAAAH you mean me! Well let's just say I'm honored to be called so young at my age! Forgive me if I am used to being far older than most people. But that asi-" Once again he was assaulted by the skeletons around the aging combatants, the huge man taking quite a blow due to not paying much attention. A rumble of a hum stayed in his throat as he turned around to face these monsters. "I very much do not prefer violence, but attacking a pair of gentlemen having a conversation will be. QUITE. RUDE."

The haphazard formation the skeletons took only served to fuel the bear's retaliation. Knocking one of his foe's skulls with a harsh blow using that massive fist, he crouched down and snatched the same one by the foot. He then proceeded to lift the bone creature into the air and slam it down into another couple of skeletons repeatedly. Once that was done, he let go and brought his free fist around to slam the pile of skeletons he made into the dirt.

Within mere moments his slight frown returned to a jolly grin, reaching his hands up to adjust his glasses again. Darn things enjoyed slipping. "Absurd curiosity brought me here. Once it got on my mind I decided to throw caution to the wind and take at least one look. Besides, the anthropologist in me was craving to see what a digital community is like after being one for a few decades. In all honesty this is the first video game I've actually played and barely touched others over the years. But, I'm here to learn about the culture and its linguistics so any confusing terms I'll learn eventually! I'm Bjorn Aegirrson by the way."

Rolls

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (52, 5) + 5 + 0 = 57
57 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Martial Arts | Bjorn Aegirrson | 837C2

2 LP Damage from x2 DC

@Morpheus

 

[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Western Brisshal

140 / 185

-20HP retaliation damage
+5HP Regeneration -passive-
+9DMG buff from Bjorn (2 post remaining)

Taunting (taunt)

"Your'e about half my age, I turned ninety one about nine months ago, so far as I can tell everyone younger then seventy is a teenager at best. That said, glad to see you still got some spry in them bones unlike these sorry excuse for our elders!"

Moving to bash the heads of two skeletons together to prove his point with a light sigh of disappointment. he was used to hoards having a boss somewhere and he had yet to see anything remotely like such, just a bunch of bones and scrap armor as they clawed him again. Rolling his shoulders as he walked over to the other living person and reached a hand out for a handshake showing his lessening worry of the area around them now that only nine remained of the first hoard.

"Nice to meet you Bjorn Aegirrson, I'm Morpheus, Alexander Rodger's if we ever cross in real life before ha ha. Doubt we could nowadays as I think I'll be kicking the bucket soon. I'm just here for one last hooray."

Moving to round house a skeleton while stumbling afterwards to try and regain his own footing with a laugh. He was old after all and sometimes he forgot he had to limit his motions to heavy center not a nimble one. Stretching as a Skeleton clawed his chest and he watched the wound heal itself, so that was the whole regeneration thing he had, neat. Maybe that was why he felt younger and not in as much pain. Rolling his shoulders as he looked to the remaining nine with a grin and gaze to Bjorn.

"Let's see who gets the last one?~"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (39) + 15 + 0 + 9 = 63
63 damage (3x DC 3LP damage)

Spoiler: Skeleton hoard

8 / 22

Retaliation damage 20 | DC to hit 20​

@Bjorn Aegirrson
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[Bjorn Aegirrson]

50 / 130

-20 from Retal

The bearish man let out another bout of laughter. "Ninety-one? Well you definitely have me beat, as last I checked fifty-four was much younger! Unless someone decided to change math at some point." Noting the extended hand, Bjorn was glad to give a firm, yet gentle, shake. A greeting he has done many times in his life that it was merely instinct. "Well if you're willing to just give me your real name, I'll grant you mine. Magnar Tollefsen is what I go by in my real life. Here, of course, is Bjorn as I've stated but I've gone through life enough as it is that giving my real name like this is hardly a concern."

Sure, there was always the matter of people wanting identities for more malicious acts, but he was known among a group with some form of standing that he had back-up. Although the polar bear tended to be a bit air-headed, he still held a wisdom for his years. In fact, he adapted so well that the next few nicks by the skeletons caused him to sigh, taking a brief moment to look at his health bar. "Hrrm, seems like I'm getting a bit low on this health thing, so if you by chance are able to heal I'd appreciate it. I'd do it myself, buuut ..."

Whipping back around, he swung a left hook and a right hook, sliding forward a bit each time, before leaping up and delivering a drop kick onto some more skeletons. Bjorn was swift in getting back to his feet. "These individuals do not enjoy letting up. As for who gets the last one we'll just have to wait and see now, won't we? It can go many ways, though preferably not the one where we both are outmatched. That will be silly of us since you desire to show that you'll keep going until the last moment in your life. A memorable act some have the misfortune to never do in their long lives due to sickness or other happenings."

He swung back around, now getting himself into a better fighting stance. His fingers were not quite curled into fists, squeezing in and out akin to a wrestler.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (50) + 5 + 0 = 55
55 damage
Martial Arts | Bjorn Aegirrson | 837C3

x2 DC, 2 LP Damage

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@Morpheus

 

[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Western Brisshal

125 / 185

-20HP retaliation damage
+5HP Regeneration -passive-
+9DMG buff from Bjorn (final post)

Taunting (taunt)

It took him a moment to catch what the youngster had requested, looking back to the undead that remained. They could maybe power it out, but at the same token he had never really figured out how the whole healing aspect of his magic worked. Mumbling a bit to himself before he figured out a decent middle ground, or at least something that would give him time to figure things out.

"Just give me a second to figure out how to do the whole healing thing... I just sort of picked the mastery for the buffing and it seemed the closest to what that old character from a show master ramen... no... Rosati? I forget his name also..."

Adjusting his stance as he focused the divine magic not as a harmful and more to healing as he took aim first at a skeleton to avoid accidently attack the kid since he did not fully understand the magic. Watching as the floating cross moved and shot forward to impale a skeleton, first try and it was a failure and glade it was not on a person that mattered. A small chuckle as he took aim at a different skeleton. This time the cross just rushing to bore a hole into the skeleton.

"You know how they say, third time is the charm?"

Morpheus took aim at another skeleton, not exactly having faith in the saying to risk harming the so far helpful youngster. To his shock this time he seemed to get it right as the cross drifted over the skeleton and glowed to destroy it. The old gamer chuckling how healing was lethally to a undead like most any other games decided to have it set up. That or he messed up again and was about to target the polarbear man with the same magic. Well he was, but first he had to punch a skeleton for hitting him as he tried to focus again.

"Think I got it figured out... ya trust me?"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (60) + 15 + 9 = 84
84 damage (4x DC 4LP damage)

Spoiler: Skeleton hoard

2 / 22

Retaliation damage 20 | DC to hit 20​

@Bjorn Aegirrson
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[Bjorn Aegirrson]

30 / 130

-20 from Retal

Giving the older gentleman a nod, he watched as Alexander practiced working with the healing aspect of his magic. "Oh, sincere apologies! Didn't mean to assume you knew how to heal or anything. Perhaps I was far too concerned for my own health I didn't think to question what you've been practicing. A naive mistake on my end," he replied.

Another sigh escaped the polar bear as the skeletons went after him. "Some time is the charm," Bjorn added, turning around to face his attackers once more. Beneath his glasses, the man's eyes scanned this temporary battlefield. In front of him was the last, measly pair of undead wanting a chance at victory. He shook his head, "Unfortunately none of you will listen to reason, or faith in your comrades, even when faced with the undeniable factor that the rest of your companions have fallen. With that said, I will do the honors of granting you a swift trip towards actual rest so your souls do not need to worry any longer about their previous bodies being used for malicious intent."

There was a glint in his eye as those Nordic style runes appeared, this time latching onto his massive arms and upper torso, the star like emission of spiritual energy floating around him. If these skeletons still had a soul remaining, he can release them into the afterlife they oh so longed for. In a way it was poetic despite Bjorn not modeling his abilities after an exorcist of the Christian faith. But even with differences in belief the man was supportive of assisting others in their times of need. With a swift burst of speed his arms outstretched and grabbed the heads of the last skeletons.

Bashing the skeletons' heads together, he tossed them up and grabbed their ankles within his big hand, before slamming them left and right into the ground repeatedly. Soon he slammed them into the ground one last time before leaping up, bringing curled fists together and crashing them into the pile of bones he made. Keeping his fists within the pile, his hands burst with spiritual energy to finish the job.

Bjorn cleared his throat as he stood back up, allowing his arms to swing at his sides. "Well then, I suppose that's it! Ha ha," he said to his companion. The runes vanished slowly from his body, the energy of spirits drifting off into the wind. Placing his hands behind his back, he took a few steps closer to Morpheus, "That said if you still are willing to practice healing on me by all means, but if not it seems we have time for me to heal myself up. If anything it's quite a nice day."

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (85) + 5 + 0 = 90
90 damage
Martial Arts | Bjorn Aegirrson | 837C4

x4 DC, 4 LP Damage (OVERKILL)

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@Morpheus

 

[Morpheus]

Somewhere in Western Brisshal

130 / 185

+5HP Regeneration -passive-

Morpheus would focus on the younger gentlemen was the last skeletons fell down, the magic circle forming over his head before gold rain would start falling to help tend to some of his wounds. Morpheus still shocked he could use divine magic for such a thing as he picked it mostly to be like the old man from a show, all he could recall was the turtle shell and laser beams from hands, and shouting made them stronger. chuckling as the rain would stop after a bit and he would start looking around the remains.

"Doubt the game changes pattern and will give us loot for scraping these undead but I ain't about to not check anyways. After I get a bit of my energy back for light work I'll send another heal your way Mr. Aegirrson. And it is indeed a nice day if you don't count the grip reaper sitting over there on that rock, or the shadow demons all around us..."

Morpheus would point over to a rock, no such thing like he claimed was there could be seen by others, the flaw of both his dark blessing and his first game death causing his eyes to play very violent tricks on his already failing mind. he still recalled the time they had guns and shot towards him sending him into war flashbacks, one thing to know it happen another to recall how dumb you may have looked running around with a stick and a pinecone. That said they seemed to just be in chatty catty mode so he ignored them.

"So, you know where a Mini or region boss might be? I don't feel right leaving an area of any game without giving an area boss the old one two try ha-ha."

Rolls

Heal (Single)
1d20 (20) + 15 + 0 = 35
+35 HP to @Bjorn Aegirrson
Divine Magic | Morpheus | 837C5

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