Posts by Velgrux

may I have the thief badge too?

Vel was pretty sure he started out pretty normally. Ate fish, stole a shiny rock, found a hiding spot, and fell asleep. He allowed himself to believe that his dreams were pretty normal. Usually, it was a gigantic field or an endless river. He would swim or run about, enjoying freedom from reality. There were lots of shiny things to collect. Sometimes, there would be other otters there, pretty females or attractive males. Suave as he is, he would chat them up and make dream-buddies and frolic about in the grassy plains, munching on small insects. This dream was waaaaay different.

First of all, he appeared with a faint pop. He also was two feet above the ground. Falling down, the male exclaimed "What the heck!", shocked. The male startled an NPC but he, in all honestly, didn't care. He was much more engrossed with himself. That person looked smaller than him...That couldn't be, he was an otter after all! And a short one to boot, barely reaching a foot.

The male pushed himself up, groaning. Then he realized that his paws weren't paws anymore. They were hands, complete with opposable thumbs and, oooh, a shiny golden ring on his left hand. Then Vel realized he had those funny things humans wore, soft materials that reminded him of sheep's wool. He wore two layers, a comfortable red shirt and a long cape and hood the color of fine grapes. He wished he could actually see himself. Then, by some sort of freakish magic, a small puddle appeared before him, showing his reflection. He was humanoid in stature though, thankfully, his fur and face stiil looked relatively the same. And he had to say, he looked good. "Damn right." he muttered under his breath, a roguish grin appearing on his face.

It was then he realized he and the NPC he scared earlier weren't alone. There was a small group, all huddled together and facing some floating guy who was talking. He must be the boss. He thought, tilting his head as he stood up to jog over. And, while standing, he tripped. Cause otters weren't supposed to run on two legs. How in the world did humans work those things?

After a minute of figuring it out enough to reach the group, Vel caught the parting words of the Gamemaster. It was a survival ey? He could do that. After all, he spent most of his time in the waking world running away from mad dogs who he stole some food from. This would be a breeze. Classes? Hah! Did he even need to chose? Of course he was a thief! Rangers? Talk to the paw- or hand, whatever applied to him currently. Warriors? Dumb giants. Mages? Weird magical nerds. A thief, now that's what his talking about.

this sounds really cool
weekly/monthly guild wars?
maybe prizes are points?

Holy marshmallows i'm in love with this group
never watched sao but i think the concept is sooo awesome
plus it gave me an excuse to try and draw an otter wearing clothes totally failed

but anyways,
Velgrux and Kurumi?
Velgrux and Crocodile?
Velgrux and Broken?

quick question
since this is the dream world, any territory is possible right?
so like a village or a desert or a forest?

another question
to earn points for the roleplayed with 10 people thing, is it only private threads or any open threads? does your character have to interact with the other or is it just plain acknowledging their presence?

Vel decided that he liked this place. He was taller, pretty darn good-looking, got some nice threads on, and there were a bunch of poor saps who didn't watch where they put their stuff. It was only his first night here and he was already causing trouble.

There it was. A pouch. He heard the clinking of metal inside there. Hopefully precious metal. Silently, he walked up to the guy very casually, hands in the pockets of his brown trousers. When he felt the guy was distracted, the otter went for it. Then Vel ran from a NPC, a coin bag in his hands. He was grinning like a madman, shoving people to the side, long purple cloak flying behind him. Whenever the person chasing him was near, he would lash his tail it their direction, making them trip and fall and give him a few moments to get ahead. It was very fun.

Eventually, he had outran the guy. Looking behind him to see if anybody was following him and seeing no one, he slowed to a jog. "Ha! Sucker!" He laughed, panting. He stopped by a tree, leaning on it and crouching down to catch his breath. As soon as he recovered, he stood up straight to see what he got. It was a pouch made of rough cloth, the opening tied together with rope. It took him a few moments to figure out how to open it- hey, cut him some slack, he just got turned into a half-otter, half-human monstrosity (a devilishly handsome monstrocity). Opening the bag, he found five golden coins. His golden eyes turned metaphorically into dollar signs. "Sweet! Shiny stuff," he said.

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great!

Vel got the bird's eye view of the crumbling building from a sturdy branch on a tree. The otter was busy examining his new hands, occasionally wiggling his thumbs, when he saw the tower out of the corner of his eye. "Whoa. Cool." He breathed, climbing off the tree.

As he jogged over to the other person, Vel wanted to make sure he look presentable and not like anyone who wanted to steal your socks from under your nose. He lowered his hood and put of a charming smile. The coin bag he had stolen was safely tied to his brown pants, hidden by his purple cloak. As he got towards her, he heard he question. "Architecture huh?" He echoed, tilting his head at her. That was building things right? He wasn't educated with this stuff. In the waking world, all he did was catch fish in the river and sleep under the stars. The other otters basically did the same thing too. Who could be bothered with building things? Well, there were those beavers upstream...He did watch them build a dam while he was munching on a grasshopper. What did they do? "Um, shove some sticks up there? Keep it stable?" He muttered, a confused look on his face.

Vel saw the two from afar. Since it was only his first night, he wanted to get acquainted with the people here. He wanted to do it in the most casual way possible. He didn't want to repeat his entrance to this world, almost crushing an NPC as he fell from the sky. The thief lowered his hood before he came over, his golden eyes now bright and clear. He brushed off dust off his shirt and pants, even going far enough to straighten his cloak. Before coming, he wished for puddle to appear to see his reflection. Nice. With a grin, he started to jog over.

He slowed down as he neared them, raising a hand up in a still wave. "Sup," said the otter. "Velgrux's the name. Call me Vel." Unlike the two who were openly saying their classes, the humanoid otter kept his mouth shut. A loud thief was a poor thief. To answer the female's question, he shook his head. "Fight's not my style. I'll watch though."

We could make it like the Living Legends plot and go with post count...but that would be unfair for smaller groups cause like the rangers have a lot of people and so far i think there is only one warrior and a handful of thieves
maybe each month would be a different contest? maybe like levels you could earn points?

Vel casually walked along, hood on and in full thief mode. His golden eyes alert yet calm, not wanting to attract any attention to himself. He had already stole something from someone once today and he wasn't really being sneaky back then. Honestly, it was just the heat of the moment and he wanted to just experiment with what he could get away with in this dream world. So far so good , as his earlier loot with a pouch containing a few coins; whether they were real or fake he didn't care, they were shiny and he liked shiny things.

As the otter moved along, he saw the dangerous dance of sharp metal, and he paused in his way. He saw how fast she was, distracting and stealing things from people right under their noses. Nice. There was a small smile on his lips. She seemed to be a natural. The male decided to stick around, leaning back against a tree as he played with his cloak. As he saw her stop, he realized he knew her- at least, seen her before. Last time she was calling out for a spar request and he turned her down. Fighting wasn't really what he wanted to do. He just wanted to take things and hide. Maybe it was time time to make a proper introduction.

The male's smile grew into the same charming one he used with all new people he met, an innocent look. Shaking his hood of, Vel walked up to her. "Hey there," he greeted.

yesss

Whoa. Those were a lot of wolves. The anthropomorphic otter thief had just been trailing an NPC who had an item that he was intrigued by, when the sound of thundering paws, dangerous snarls, and menacing howls filled the air. The otter froze, visibly gulping. He wasn't a fighter. He was thin, small, had no weapons, and basically sucked at even trying to land a punch.

Brokendagger's intuition was right. Running fast and carrying ton of stuff were some of his only skills in life. That and being devilishly good-looking.

Moving past his own magnificent activities, the otter had finally gotten close enough to actually see the feline. His golden eyes danced around her figure, her quick paws, her alert looks. "Cool name," he commented, grinning. It was badass and deadly-sounding, the same first impression he got from her. "My name's Velgrux. Kinda long and weird though, so call me Vel." The otter saw the cautious look on her face and he broke out into a small laugh. "Not to worry, Broken," He said, raising up his arms. "I'm off-duty." Vel wasn't a virtuous person. He was a thief for crying out loud! But re-stealing was one thing that he didn't like. It was a matter of honor, really, and the fact that you can't steal from another thief without getting a knife in the face.

His eyes traveled to her loot. "But I just gotta say, nice haul there," he commented, eying the fake gold as sunlight made them glisten. There was a greedy look in his eyes but he washed that away. Shiny was nice but shiny in the form of a blade was not good. He realized that she probably caught that greedy look and he laughed nervously. "So, is it your first night here?" he asked, in hopes of starting up a conversation.

bump

"Chimichanga!" exclaimed the otter, who had fallen on his butt to avoid getting his head sliced off. He watched as a kitten ran past him and scolded him. "What the heck- oh," Just as he was about to give that guy a piece of his mind, the quiet death sounds of a dire wolf interrupted his words. He looked at the female incredulously as she retrieved her weapon from the corpse of the wolf, a pool of blood now around the body. Speechless, he watched as she ran forward, probably going to throw that son of a banana blade at another wolf.

It took a moment for him to regain the power to speak. He got it back when a dire wolf tried to pounce on him. The otter rolled away, limbs flailing, as he narrowly dodged the snapping jaws of the wolf. "Hey man, not cool!" He said horrified, grabbing the only thing he could use as a weapon, the coin bag hidden under his cloak. With a scream, he held the bag with both hands and whacked the wolf on the head. It dazed the wolf for a moment, a moment enough for the otter thief to get the heck away from there, running faster than he ever ran before. Thank the stars that dude he stole from was loaded with coins. He expected an empty bag made of clothe would not have done the same effect.

The male had no knowledge that he was two more strikes away from being butchered. What he did know was that the person in front of him was probably very skilled in the art of butchering someone. Which was why he recoiled and took a step back when he saw her touch her blade, even for a quick while. He laughed even more nervously than before, an awkward grin on his face. Honestly, he wished for a giant worm to just swallow him up- it would have been less painful than being stabbed like a hundred times in places that would kill him slowly. Immediately, the male regretted than thought. This was a very weird dreamworld where thinking about puddle-mirrors magically made than appear. He didn't want 'eaten by giant worm' to be written on his gravestone.

Wait, could they even die here? Wasn't this a dream? Do injuries pass on to the real world? Wait...could he even go back to the real world? This all felt awfully real for a dream...and there were other people here...The feeling of dread crept up the back of his neck. What if he didn't wake up? What if he had to live in an eternal dream forever? What if he had to get a job and work and fall in love and marry and die of old age here? What if-

She said something. Her lips were moving. Was she laughing? His brain had been filled with too many paranoia-induced questions that he missed what she said. But, thankfully, he was quite the actor. He laughed along with her, despite not catching anything she had said. "Yeah, I know right?" He agreed, nodding, seriously hoping she didn't catch him in the act. Vel was fully alert now. He wasn't gonna let anything she said slip past him. He seriously did not want to be skinned alive. "Yep. Really hectic. I fell down from the sky when I got here," he responded to her question, pleased with himself that he caught it. "I didn't even know how to walk when I got here," he laughed fondly at the memory that only happen a couple hours ago- hours? How did time even work here? He mentally shook himself. No more time for questions.

got it, hope you get well soon! :)

While the male was laughing to himself, he heard someone say something. Putting his game-face on just in case the NPC came back to haunt him, he turned around. Vel got haunted, literally. In front of him was a very creepy ghost-doll thing. Shivers went up his spine. Yeah, he didn't do well with ghosts.

Stories from his childhood always has those scary things, monsters that would eat him alive. He classified the monsters into three groups. There were the morals, stories where he would always 'learn' something that would make him a better person- the least scary in his opinion-. Then the reals, the actual things he should be scared about like giant bears, rabid dogs, and more. And last but most certainly not the least, the inanimate objects. The things that went bump in the night. The coat hanger in a little boy's dark room. That creepy painting your old aunt had. The floating ghost-doll that was apparently part of the group that people had in their dreams.

He seriously wanted to scream. "Heh heh, yeah. Awesome first day." He said awkwardly, swishing his tail from side to side. Then came a question that he wasn't prepared for. Why he needed the coins. "Well...I like shiny stuff?" He trailed off. He sorta expected some economy in this dream world. He just assumed he didn't see any shops around cause he didn't explore it fully yet. Fro the corner of his eye, he saw someone else approach. Oh yes, good thing it wasn't another ghost. "Sup, other guy?" He greeted, raising a hand up n a wave. Good, someone to get his mind of the ghost in front of him.