The year is 2776. The destruction of the environment has continued at an ever-increasing intensity to the extent that the surface of the earth has become near uninhabitable. Humans rely on cutting-edge technologies and neural implants for necessities, education, and entertainment on demand. Within months of its release, Japanese corporation DAKAI's virtual reality FSMMO-RPG « ΔRK // FANTASY » becomes the most widely played game globally, winning over 50% of the world's remaining population to form a dedicated playerbase. Swathes of players have built new lives for themselves in DAKAI's intricately crafted world, including those originally uninterested in games— escaping into a false reality teeming with promise, hungering for freedoms they could never taste otherwise. Whether you're an aspiring adventurer, hardcore gamer, hopeful settler or otherwise, this 'ark to paradise lost' will carve out a place for you.
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AN APOCALYPTIC VRMMO ROLEPLAY
MICHI
Raise thy lantern, pioneer. Shine upon the far frontier.
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ADMINISTRATOR
Code person living in the land down under. Writes posts when not warring against giant spiders and the cost of living crisis.
FFXIV veteran player. Very casual Blue Lock enjoyer.
VAN
Let the light in, brighten the shades that sleep inside you.
RANK
ADMINISTRATOR
Dungeon and encounter master, storyteller, and player of himbos. Big brain full of ideas.
It's his turn with the brain cell.
SAF
Delve in this dark abyss. Fathomless emptiness.
RANK
GLOBAL MODERATOR
Bubble tea addict and enjoyer of angry men. SKT T1 superfan. Tried to play jungle once but died to the red buff monster.
Has a sleep schedule so terrible you'll forget she's Australian.
AVALORE
Diving into the mire! Laid out upon the pyre!
RANK
GLOBAL MODERATOR
Code helper and player of war crime bimbos. Quietly and secretly planning world domination when no one's looking.
All her characters have huge naturals.
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WE'RE GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
Welcome Beta Testers and returning Empire Online Players! We're glad you've chosen to join us here at N0-FUTUЯE— a brand new MMORPG roleplay experience designed to take some of our favorite elements from series like Bofuri and Overlord and blend it with new experimental features. Thank you for taking the time to play test this new site with us; be sure to claim your bonus before our first major patch, and submit any bugs, glitches, or feedback on our Discord server- where you can also find updates and patch news.
The deceased duke's demesne is soaked with the stench of dust and death, its once majestic garden reduced to a trampled graveyard of crumbling statues, each frozen and twisted in a state of unspeakable fear, arms raised as if to shield themselves (albeit in futility) against a terrifying foe. [break][break] The cockatrice's rampage has left the duke's estate in a state of utter disrepair, as his once opulent mansion bears gaping holes and claw marks— a warning to all others against the keeping of a dangerous beast on personal grounds. The remaining handful of guards construct magic barricades at the borders, keeping the beast at bay… but they are tired. Embattled. And their defenses won't hold much longer. [break][break] A tired guard with his eyes sunken deep in his face salutes you with his one remaining arm on your approach. He's on the verge of complete petrifaction, as a stony texture slowly, almost imperceptibly, creeps across his body. [break][break] "Adventurers!" There's blessed relief set in the deathlike pallor of his face, "Full glad am I of your arrival. Our defenses won't hold for much longer, and Arcadia won't soon recover if we let a cockatrice loose in her capital." He turns, with difficulty, to signal for the gate into the cockatrice's temporary nest to be opened. It rumbles as it rises from the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and remnants of pulverized statues. In the near distance, a harrowing screech— decidedly from a beast— could be heard. [break][break] "Good luck, brave souls. Good… luck…" The guard is barely able to croak out his last word before succumbing to petrifaction, his body full turning to stone before crashing to the ground, no more a man than a pile of dust and chunks of dead rock. [break][break] The gate remains open, beckoning you within where the ornery cockatrice awaits.
MINI BOSS INFORMATIONDIFFICULTY HAS BEEN SCALED FOR PARTICIPANTS
A giant, griffin-like monster that resembles a disfigured, quadrupedal rooster. The Ornery Cockatrice has a large throat pouch which stores its deadly petrifying gas; when released, it turns living beings into solid stone, gradually slowing and paralyzing them until total petrification. Players with a lower AGI stat than the cockatrice's MAG stat will be [Immobilized] by all petrifying gas attacks. [break][break] If players are [Immobilized] three times throughout the fight, they will suffer permanent petrifaction and die instantly by turning to stone. Its claws are also diseased, and can inflict [Poisoned]. When its eyes glow, the Ornery Cockatrice is able to emit a light that can [Silence] players if they don't shield their eyes or look away quick enough.
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 13 GREAT SHIELDER
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[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] In an attempt to locate information on the player known as K1NG=ARTHUR, a singular dwarf would find himself making the rounds within a land known as Camelot. The reason that he had come to this city, as opposed to any others, had been due to the fact that Camelot's namesake had found itself steeped in Arthurian legend. Much like K1NG=ARTHUR himself, considering the fact that the man had created a guild known as the << THE-ROUNDTABLE >> [break][break] Thus far, despite his best efforts, Hargrave hadn’t quite managed to secure any of the information that he had been attempting to gather. What he had managed to catch wind of, however, had been the rumors of battle having happened extremely recently. So recently in fact that one might believe it to have just ended. [break][break] Unsure if this had anything to do with the top player, Hargrave had decided to head off in the direction of the location where the rumored battle had occurred. After a bit of running about, the dwarf would eventually find himself standing outside of a barricaded border of sorts. From the looks of it, the land had belonged to someone of a higher position. Likely belonging to nobility. Who else would have such a large expanse of land? [break][break] Standing before him, cordoning off the entrance and exit to the demesne, had been a nearly petrified guard. It wouldn’t take an expert to determine that the guard had been under the effects of some kind of status effect. With how dire the situation had seemed, it was evident to the dwarf that this matter had to be addressed here and now. [break][break] Shortly after his arrival at the scene, a system prompt would appear before his very eyes. A brief amount of cursory information, detailing the events of the instance quest, would find itself presented to the dwarf. From the base text alone, he had managed to get a grasp on what he would have to do to complete the quest at hand. Just below the descriptor text had been the recommended level for this quest.. And it was an entire seven levels higher than him. [break][break] “Hm.. This definitely seems as though it is beyond my capabilities at the moment. Still.. With this being an instance quest, it’s not exactly the kind of thing that I can overlook. If I were to leave here without addressing the mission, given its context, there would likely be several deadly ramifications. For the inhabitants of this area that is.” [break][break] Although he had found himself hesitant to accept the quest, given his own limitations, Hargrave had decided that he had little choice in the matter but to accept the quest. That having been the case, he would swiftly accept the quest and await any others that might join him in this journey of his. On his own, he was no match for a Cockatrice. With others by his side though? Well he could only hope that the group would successfully complete the quest.
Sometimes, just sometimes, Evie felt like her conditions were unfair. She understood that the past could not be changed, that her image was stained, and that she’d have to work her way around it if she wanted for her image to be cleansed. And she was willing. Even when the pressure got unbearable, Evie remained willing to do everything within her power to make amends.[break][break]
Sometimes, however, she failed to understand how the tasks given to her could possibly help her, or how on earth she was meant to fulfill them. Taming a feral cockatrice was one of such occasions.[break][break]
And what do you want me to do? She wondered. She was no fighter, no beast tamer, and most importantly, she was supposed to keep an eye on the HP to avoid any other buggy incidents. Why, then, did her agency insist on having her take these stupid quests?![break][break]
But she had to stay calm. A cockatrice was just a bird, and she was supposed to have… magic, and stuff. She surely would be able to work her way around that, right? Plus, its not like she was on her own.[break][break]
She flew over to what was supposed to be the meeting point, glad to find a familiar face.[break][break]
“Sir Hargrave!” Evie greeted, smiling as she let out a deep breath she did not know she had been holding. “I had not expected to see you around here! I won’t lie, it is quite a relief!”[break][break]
She turned her attention towards the guard, tensing as she watched him struggle to deliver the last instructions through the petrification spell.[break][break]
“Sir? Do you need any help? Sir?!” Evie asked, her worry increasing as she watched the man turn into stone. “Oh my…”[break][break]
Gave a worrisome glance to her companion. “Should we… do something?”[break][break]
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HP 70 || ATK 20 || DEF 20 || MAG 100 || RES 35 || AGI 111
After their impromptu meeting with a certain high-level character, Lux was pissed that such an idiot existed in this game. What a crock. It was pretty evident he was some loser who simply wanted to show off, probably using some sort of nepotism to have climbed so quick so soon. The irony of this was lost on Lux, but now it gave him reason to climb so he could grab that man's smirking face and shove it against the pavement for a laugh and some cheap thrills.
Lux heard of the issues in Camelot and stalked around, curiously until he over heard enough to know that they needed help and fast. Without skipping a beat, Lux made his entrance onto to realize it seemed like the rest of the party were duds.
” You, again? ” The man huffed himself a thick sigh of disappointment, the great shielder had been superb in battle and support, but he was as exhilarating as watching a loading screen spin in a wheel of death. Lux could only hope that the Diviner that also fluttered around would be more helpful and exciting. They couldn't be sure how Lux had simply appeared, but now he stood towering over them both with a menacing scowl.
Once he heard enough deliberation, he decided that inaction and hesitation was the worst possible thing they could all have as adventurers and would simply act.
" This should be fun as hell, let's go dummies! " The elf licked his chops, bloodlust clearly glistening in his irises as he grabbed his weapon and rushed himself inside with a wild and primal yell. The monster immediately preparing a [ GRAPPLING CHAIN ] as thick, obsidian metal bursted from his weapon and the chains like wines hurdled in in the air viciously seeking out its foe, the man not even certain on what he was getting himself into and that was half the fun of this sick and twisted game.
Sunlight streaks across his eyes, but it's not the bright or the heat that stirs Halcyøn from his restless thoughts. It's the inane buzzing of a quest reminder, the persistent presence of a line of text on his user interface, and the unadulterated dread rising from the depths of his gut at the prospect of having to yet again work with others. [break][break] It's become clear to him that each day is bound to come with a new set of problems, and this day just happens to be wrapped in a package shaped like an overgrown chicken bursting with irascibility. He wants nothing more than to be carried away on his personal quest to find a love long lost, yet no sooner had he breached those waters upon logging in did the alarm of a task undone pierce the melancholy of his daydreams. [break][break] He shuffles to the meeting point, feet dragging along dirt and cobblestone, unsure if he would be useful, or if his teammates would deem it more practical to leave him behind. Halcyøn knows his abilities are what most would consider subpar. [break][break] He catches a congregation of blurred faces at the a raised gate, and immediately feels daunted by their unfamiliarity from afar. There's one petite shadow vaguely carved in her shape; he gravitates towards it. The other two: one tall, the other bulky, he doesn't recognise them, doesn't even register if they were players or not. [break][break] "I'm—" [break][break] He barely makes it within earshot, having mustered the courage to introduce himself, before the tallest of the bunch rushes through the gates, weapon drawn and throwing all caution to the wind. Halcyøn's mouth hangs open, "… Late. And unimportant... don't mind me. Um…" [break][break] Halcyøn turns to the other two, his eyes train on the feminine shape, "I know you. I think. You're the shape of her. Almost. Not quite there." He says, quiet and evenly, his hand moving to hover limply in the air- in her direction, as if willing her to him but for a moment, "Your eyes… will you let me see them?" [break][break] A feral, monstrous screech in the distance tells him it's not quite the time. He frowns, feeling an anger simmer in his chest. How annoying. "Later… then. Later, I'll see your eyes. If she lives in you. I'll know." [break][break] He turns to a brisk stride through the gate, making a beeline for danger, a sense of determination ignited by the prospect of perhaps, just perhaps, meeting her in this unlikeliest of places.
The cockatrice stomps the duke's grounds as if it were breaking in a new nest, crushing the statues of its victims underfoot with no thought save for self preservation. It was out of its habitat and in lands unknown— unable to find familiarity in its surroundings, the monster was on high alert, head darting back and forth, sensitive to noise and movement. [break][break] The remnants of a shackle and a long, partly rusted chain hangs from its neck: proof of its former captivity. It drags along the ground as the bird moves, scraping dirt and cracked pavement before catching against a patch of rubble and the remnants of a spiked wooden barricade. The cockatrice screeches loudly as its neck is pulled backwards violently from its own movements— its chain caught against a stubborn length of sculpted lumber. [break][break] It's then that it notices figures approaching. The cockatrice registers them immediately as enemies, associating (albeit incorrectly) its current predicament with their arrival. It winds its head back, throat sac puffing up and wings flapping up clouds of dirt and debris: a warning of a powerful incoming attack best heeded. [break][break] Before long it throws its head forward, spewing noxious green gas in a wide, arched trajectory. It dissipates quickly, but when it does, what flora left in the duke's garden had turned immediately to crumbling stone. It tries to follow up with a charge, but is pulled back again by its chain. The accidental restraint is holding, for now.
[attr="class","liliya-header-content"] HARGRAVE[break]Level 13 GREAT SHIELDER
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[attr="class","liliya-post-2"] Hargrave couldn't help but to tilt his head off to the side in curiosity as he had heard someone call out his name. Were there those around here that would know him? Curious as to whom had been calling to him, Hargrave would turn about, only for his gaze to land upon a familiar face. His only, and thus favorite, customer. "Evie! I concur with the sentiment. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone that I knew out here." Returning his gaze back towards the petrified guard, Hargrave would allow for a soft sigh to escape from his lips. "There's not much that we can do for him now, las. Nothing more than complete the mission at hand." [break][break] Of course it wouldn't take all that long before a couple of others had arrived at the scene. Namely Lux and another that he had yet to make the acquaintance of. Lux being someone that he had fought alongside before, albeit the personalities of the two having clashed a bit. "Yeah.. Me again." Choosing to ignore the blatant disregard that Lux had for him, Hargrave would turn his attention towards the fourth occupant of their party. An individual that he was about to introduce himself to when Lux had run off past the defenses and towards the trouble that lurked within. [break][break] Not really presented with all that much time to introduce himself now, given Lux's decision to head on into the danger headfirst, Hargrave would try and be quick about things. As the man had begun to speak with Evie, Hargrave would place a hand upon the mans shoulder. "There's no such thing as an unimportant individual, lad. Looking forward to getting to know ya better once we finish up with everything here." His attention would then turn towards Evie before offering her a toothy grin and a thumbs up. "It won't be easy but we've got this. Just let me draw their attention." From there he would head after Lux. [break][break] Chasing after the berserker elf, Hargrave would eventually come to find himself within the duke's grounds. Quickly surveying the scene upon his arrival, the dwarf would note that there were a few things to keep in mind. For one, the cockatrice had been trampling all throughout the area, crushing those that were presumably once living beings under its flippers. That in and of itself had been notable due to the ever increasing death toll that the creature had been amassing. What had truly caught Hargrave's attention, however, had been the fact that the cockatrice had still been bound in place by a chain. A chain that likely wouldn't remain in place, given what the dwarf had known about item durability. [break][break] "I'll draw it's attention! You guys go around the back and try to deal as much damage as you can in the meantime! Be sure to avoid it's petrification breath!" After having said as much to the party that had come alongside him, Hargrave would go on to provoke the beast before him. He would do so by flipping his middle finger off at the beast. One bird to another, in some ways. [TAUNT] would be activated as Hargrave had performed the action, labeling him as the sole target of the cockatrice's aggro.
stats: 090 HP | 020 ATK | 020 MAG | 120 (132) DEF | 094 RES | 020 AGI [break] tag(s):4EVIELUX @halcyØN [break] notes:[TAUNT] - Gesture threateningly, provoking a single target to attack you only you for two posts. After its effect fades, this skill has a cooldown of two posts. [break] Word Count: 542
