THE EXILED of ARIAMIS! EPOCH FIVE: TRANSCENDENCE.

I really really am starting to dislike the Whip, notched and un-notched alike. Its sooooooo weak! Any tips or help would be appreciated. I really don't want to have to give up on a Belmont (Castlevania) Build.

mackofspades wrote:I really really am starting to dislike the Whip, notched and un-notched alike. Its sooooooo weak! Any tips or help would be appreciated. I really don't want to have to give up on a Belmont (Castlevania) Build.

It's a challenge run, the best thing to do would be getting magic weapon or great magic weapon if u could it will help boost ur damage

mackofspades wrote:I really really am starting to dislike the Whip, notched and un-notched alike. Its sooooooo weak! Any tips or help would be appreciated. I really don't want to have to give up on a Belmont (Castlevania) Build.

I didn't care much for the notched whip. And the regular one is useless. However, I had a lot of fun and threw a lot peeps off-guard with the Guardian tail whip...but I don't suppose that would look cool on your Belmont Build.  

Since I have never professed to be a build expert...I'll let our build experts point you a better direction.

mackofspades wrote:I really really am starting to dislike the Whip, notched and un-notched alike. Its sooooooo weak! Any tips or help would be appreciated. I really don't want to have to give up on a Belmont (Castlevania) Build.

Be patient.

Homing Crystal Soul Mass is "OP"

lol.

I don't buy it. the only way it is ever going to hit is if you get yourself stuck in an animation when it goes off, which is really tough to arrange as the mage and really easy to avoid for melee.

Just as I suspected. I work tonight and I feel much better! Ahaha! I should...all I did was lay around and drink OJ, eat homemade chicken soup, spammed super B vits, and slept.

I am up for duels later.
And I will have that rp for you Seth (in a couple hours).

Kahldris_Ducard wrote:Blood and I had some good matches we played bout 3 or 4 hours lol 

Damn! Wish I had what it took to play. I just couldn't focus well on anything...not skype, not the forum (much), not any game. Nothing but my own pathetic self-pity. And that only served to make myself annoyed at myself. Sleep was a sweet escape!

Hope we can do something this afternoon...yes!?

Kahldris_Ducard wrote:Maybe it will be after 7 ESt sems to be when i can get on after work and dinner and dog walk

Duel deal set, chico!

I've finally written the story for my RP char!I hope it's okay so far.I post it here as well.

The Link:
https://soulswiki.forumotion.com/t8556p255-character-bio-compendeum-now-helmed-by-the-murgence#508483

The Story of Darron of Carim:

Darron had always been a faithful knight with enthusiasm, hope and love in his heart. He had been a sworn warrior in the army of the Kingdom Carim, following his family traditions and dutys. In every war since he had started his soldier life, he obeyed without asking and done what has been asked of him. The number of slain traitor souls, spurring on against the leadership of Carim, was beyond counting. He had been in the glory of was life...before an event happened that changed everything he knew.

A fierce opponent he was indeed. Bravery, skill and honour were part of his image. Though, if you would ask Darron today, he would call him a mere coward. A bastard whose luck was blessed by the pityful gods he was worshipping.

It was actually supposed to be a simple mission. Kill the bandit raid pillaging through the fields of the farmers. Darron and his troup he was leading were searching for them in the mountains were they had been seen to have made their retreat to. As they were marching, an ambush took the two last men and the two first men with arrows. Then the raid showed itself. Over a dozen bandits clothed up as barbarians, fought the army troup. What they lacked in skill, they made up with their numbers. Every soldier was fighting at least two bandits at once. A few even three. It was a massacre. Blood split all over the field, men were begging for their lifes on both sides and the fight seemed to go on forever. Just one of the troup was remaining; Darron himself. He was out of breath, trying to defend his back and sides at its best, but he wouldn't stand a chance against the remaining bandit raid, even though a lot of them had already been killed by the troup.

The raids leader then fought him head on head alone. He was no mere bandit like the others. Darron soon saw that and he realized that his opponent was an ex-soldier of the army of Carim.

"Why...why and when did thou choose to do this? Was thou not one of us?" he yelled out to the bandits leader.

"When I would have stayed any longer in the so-called heroic army of Carim who butchered kept innocents in their dungeons to rot and die due to starvation, I would'nt be a human anymore."

He grinned as he saw that Darron's face was shocked by those words, hearing for the first time. He saw that the troup leader was letting down his guard and took the chance to slice his heavy greatsword into the shoulder of his opponent. This day Darron would surely have lost his whole arm if the ex-soldier wouldn't have stopped the power in the swing by himself.

A cool silent was going on. Nothing could be heard but Darron's scream of pain. He then was quickly left to die with his fellow soldier comrades. But this man wasn't to be killed that quickly. He rose from the muddy ground he was still laying on after the battle had ended and he somehow got his way back to the headquarters.

With his wound still burning like somebody was throwing salt at it the whole time, he was glad to finally have made it home. But he was not been given glory. He was not been given the title of a hero doing his duty since he was a cripple now. He wasn't even been given aid as fast as possible. Instead he was accused of not fulfilling his duty, being a coward and have betrayed his home country. He was sentenced to banishment and exile and soon he was sent to Lordran to remain there and die a sorry death. In his last words to the court, he said:

"So, I am the traitor for doing my duty and trying to die for it? And my only reward will be exile? Ha, be merciful, say 'death', for exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death."

It of course didn't help him much to say such things to the court of Carim.

In Lordran he found that his death would come soon for him. The wound on his shoulder side was still hurting him and it didn't seem to be healing at all. He had to accept his faith and chose one of the many dark places in New Londo to die. But his death didn't hold for long. The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself at a bonfire. He was wondering if all this has been a dream and he would have finally awoken from it. Far from it. He looked at his body and saw the rotting flesh on his bones. Even his shoulder wound was vanished as it had never happened.

As if the gods had at last seen his suffering, Darron was given the answers by another fellow undead. An undead woman from The Great Swamp. Her name was Lauren and she explained to him everything about the Darksign, the Curse of the Undead, the story of Lordran and how everything and everybody in this land went mad and finally how he ended up at this bonfire.

Darron still could not believe what he had heard, but he could see it. And as such he would have to believe it and live with it. Desperation made its way into his mind. If not this by the gods sent angel had been there for him, he would have gone Hollow in the blink of an eye; or at least so he would tell others his story of how he felt in this very moment.

The two then walked through this desolated country, with few sane minds remaining. They supported each other and kept themselves from going Hollow. He even started to learn Pyromancy from her, a sheldom gift she shared with others. In return, Darron taught her the art of sword fight.

Darron started to see more of Lordran. The former human burg, now infested by undead gone mad, the church, defiled and also infested by Hollows...Lauren even showed her Anor Londo, the famous and noble city of Lordran. Even if he could only see its walls, he now knew that this he had to see.

The night before they went for Anor Londo, they rested in a protected place near the church. They talked a lot, about historys and storys, how it was like in the places they were coming from and many things more. He understood that he had found a companion.

The next day he found Lauren a little bit away from the church, now dead. The only thing that gave him information about the cause was a note of Lautrec of Carim who had obviously seen them before because in the note it was standing that Darron shouldn't get used too much to companionship for it was an uncertain thing to do in a land like Lordran.

Anger and Hatred marked him. His new purpose was revenge. He so started searching for a way to do so and seeked out the primordial serpant Kaathe to join the Darkwraiths. With his new power, he would make Lautrec suffer for the crime done to Darron and his companion.

With the skills in swordmanship from his soldier life and the lessons in pyromancy from Lauren, he made his way to Anor Londo. He was told by Kaathe to look for answers there since his other task was to obtain the Lordvassel. But his hunger for revenge took the lead and he searched for Lautrec.

Days passed as he looked for Lautrec, but he could not find him. Another day passed, and another. His hatred and anger slowly began to dissappear, leaving only dispair and hopelessness in him. He was just about to go Hollow when he heard about The Exiled of Ariamis. As an Exiled himself, he went out to find this convenant in order to join them. And he succeeded. It was a group with a purpose, a group of people who shared a fate with him.

The once faithful knight from Carim, with hope and love in his heart...now a mere shadow lurking in the dark, with a new and noble purpose to hold on to, to prevent himself from completely going Hollow.

Very well done Valanor!

As Tamar raises from her map table she gazes upon her newest Exiled.

"Welcome Darron. I thank you for your history. I gather the stories of all my people so that they shall be known and remembered by us all for the uniqueness you and all my warriors bring to the Exiled of Ariamis.

Darron, you honor us with your presence! Your strength of mind and heart enriches us. Your skill, determination and integrity makes us even stronger. You have found a true home bother!

Come, sit by my fire and eat. I have many questions to ask of our shared homeland. It has been many, many moons since I saw it last."

Oh it's been so long since I've seen anyone use fantasy/roleplay language lol

Serious_Much wrote:Oh it's been so long since I've seen anyone use fantasy/roleplay language lol

Haha!! Just hope I did it right.  

I think you did alright

Thanks Serious.

For those of you who may not have read all the way down in the OP (first 6 pages) of this thread...here is the link to the "Stories of Our People".

"I thank thee for thine warm welcome and for giving me a purpose. Whatever is needed of me to do to protect my new home, I will do. And yes indeed, it has been a long time since I was lucky enough to meet somebody from my home country. There is much to tell." he said as he bowed before his new companions. He took his place by the fire, giving himself strength again from the coldness of this mad land.

"Thou have my thanks as well, Kahldris Duscard. Ye all have. I will be looking forward to meet Sorne. Talking to sane souls has never been more pleasant."

I'm very glad to hear that my RP was okay!I think I should work on my corresponding ingame character now soon.

Edit: I just wanted to add that I love fantasy language.

Valanor wrote:I'm very glad to hear that my RP was okay!I think I should work on my corresponding ingame character now soon.

We both need to work on this RP stuff. So we shall work on it together and with others!!
 

Yes!In jolly co-operation!

I think your wish for a blessing has worked!I just killed a low level invader.He did nothing but trying to poison me though...

Nice going Val!!

@ Kahl: I pm'd you, my friend.