Name: Brackbeard
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 184 cm

Class: Pirate
Level: 90
Subclass: Vampire
Level: 90
HP: 12882
MP: 5886

Affiliation: Von Vampire
Base of Operations: Sweetwater (Miami, Florida), South/Central American Server; Bracket Beauty (Ship)

Notable Equipment:
Item 1: {Bloody Bullet}
A phantasmal-class blunderbuss, it can only be wielded by players of the Pirate Class. It is said to echo with the words of its original master.
Item 2: {Corsair's Tricorne}
This hat grants the wearer the ability to captain a ship without needing the {Sailor} subclass, but none of the other abilities associated with the subclass.
Item 3: {Regal Vest}
A high costing production item that boosts HP, the cost to produce it is greater than it actual worth compared against other similar items, so few players wear it.

They could die. They would suffer and die. But later they would awaken in the {Cathedral}.

The city had become a pyre in the late morning hours. Now they could see the fire was consuming the buildings surrounding what was the marketplace. They could see this from the billowing black smoke that reached up to the clouds.

Was there any going back?

Was there any hope that the city would be standing after the fire?

Will the {Cathedral} burn down?

Emotions stewed in the crowd as Ambassador Vlad spoke to them. Openly pointing out to them his fears about what has happened to them all and that they should act. He stood on the dock with Help to his left and Brackbeard to his right. There were at least fifty players in the crowd before them around the docks and dockage. They were giving them the entire length of the dock because Help had demanded it.

The players that had fallen into the water had gotten beck up and a few of them were seriously put out, especially the two {Werecats} that fell in.

Ambassador Vlad continued, "... Despite all this we need to focus on one thing right now! We need to get to the {Cathedral} and keep it from burning down. As of right now, it is on fire."

There was some commotion at hearing this. Some looked at their minimaps, others began talking in hushed voices of near-disbelief, and one spoke up.

She stepped forward and turned to the crowd letting her braided hair flow behind her. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, but she didn't seem to have any difficulty slipping her slender body around the other players.

"We don't have time to do a complex plan! We have to get on with it!" She unsheathed her dagger and held it up in the air. "{Guardians} lead the way. {Summoners} follow close behind them and prepare water summons and. Go quickly to the {Cathedral}!"

For a moment, no one moved.

Ambassador Vlad recast his ability {Booming Sound} and yelled, "YOU HEARD HER! MOVE!"

The crowd immediately erupted into roars and began running into the burning city. There was some chaos with how they began by bumping into each other and running like a wild flash mob, but they sorted out as they made their approach.

The scene was filled with smoke, soot, and screaming. The air choked and blocked the vision of the {Adventurers}. But the crowd of would-be-rescuers advanced towards the {Cathedral} with earnest. They travelled forward with a speed that only anguish can grant and with an apprehension that only fear of death and pain can only inspire - like some awkwardly slow stampede.

Wisps of smoke curled around the crowd as the first group pushed through the streets. They had organized a forward formation of their group's eight {Guardians} and four {Summoners} to create some sense of protection for the rest of the players. The {Summoners} had called forth a combination of water and wind spirits to clear the path of the smoke and flame, while the {Guardians} stood out in the front to safeguard the lives of the few {Summoners} among their ranks.

The second wave that eventually formed by Help's quick thinking consisted of the {Bards}, {Monks}, {Pirates}, and {Druids}. The third and last group contained the rest of the crowd with the exception of the {Assassins}. The four {Assassins} in the crowd - not including Buzzkill - were sent in front the group to ensure that their path was clear enough to traverse. Their speed enabled them to move with great swiftness, but they were instructed to return to the rear group whenever they received any debuff that they felt would endanger their lives.

Help held Buzzkill's arm in the last group as they marched forward. He struggled at first, but when he finally saw through her profanity he realized that she was trying to keep him safe. She didn't trust him to be anything but a Leeroy Jenkins, but fortunately he hadn't quite figured that out.

In the middle group, Potatoe found himself running next to a peculiar female {Druid}. She wore a green blindfold, but seemed to be completely aware of her surroundings. As he looked at her, she turned to him and smiled. Her nameplate revealed that her username was Solana and that she was the Captain of the guild {Los Apóstatas Legales}.

She began to speak to him, but there was a noticeable second delay between when her lips moved and the sound of her voice. It was a gentle voice, but it also didn't match the movement of her mouth.

"We're almost there." she said, "Are you ready for this? Cause I'm not! Haha!"

The {Cathedral} appeared at first like most of the other buildings nearby. Like columns of walls that reach just high enough to disappear into the low hanging smoke clouds. The visual effect transformed the streets into small claustrophobic hallways.

They reached the {Cathedral} at its Southeastern corner, just yards from its main entrance. The {Summoners} from the first group immediately began a cooperative spell for the summon {Legendary Antlantean Water Golem} and by the time the second group with Potatoe arrived a large aqueous orb could be seen floating up by the ceiling of smoke. It began to slowly expand and form into a fearsome bulbous squid-like shape.

Its tentacles wrapped around the {Cathedral} in the darkened sky well beyond the sight of the {Adventurers} below. The summoned monstrosity groaned and bellowed a soul-sinking sound that shook the ground. More screams could be heard from inside and from the surrounding buildings as the third group finally merged into the crowd that had formed in the street.

Then there was an audible grinding of wood against metal and shattered glass fell on the crowd. Potatoe looked up to see the towering building just to their North surreally bend over towards them. The sight paralyzed him for half a second. Then he tried to grab at Solana's hand and to pull her around the corner, but she wasn't there. Most everyone had already begun running in all directions.

The {Summoners} scattered, losing control of their summoned creature and accidentally letting it temporarily become hostile.

The terrible realization clicked instantly, he had been the slowest person to look up and react. He knew that even though it looked like it was falling only slowly towards him - it was only his adrenaline coursing through his body. His option to run was gone; his mind raced and concluded that there was no chance he'd survive in an escape attempt. The falling tower was blocking what little light actually made it through the fog of smoke. So he chose to stand and take the impact head on.

Potatoe changed his stance and swiftly tapped his paws together activating the sigils on his fingers. The tower was now just centimeters away from impact. Potatoe could feel the wind pushing on his whiskers, from the air that was being displaced by falling debris. Instinctively he activated a chained skill unique to the {Monk} Class called {Rapid Strike} and began patting the now mostly horizontal wall at a blinding speed.

It seemed in his mind that the tower began to slow down, but it didn't stop. It soon got so close to his head that he began to bend backwards while he continued to repeatedly pat his palms on the falling tower. In real time it took just a few seconds for Potatoe to fall on his back while the tower came down on him completely flat, but in an oddly gently fashion.

Ambassador Vlad had turned his head back as fallen tower made an almost soundless impact with the ground. He was one of the few who fled in the direction of the {Cathedral} and now could see that the fallen part of the tower now wholly blocked he path to retreat. He looked forward to see the legendary water golem begin to bubble from having turned hostile. It flung one of its great tentacles towards the half dozen {Guardians} that no longer stood in any formation.

In mid-fling slivers of light appeared above the street and seemed to explode into suits of armor. There were four of them. Each had a nameplate identifying them as {Royal Guards}.

"Finally!" shouted Vlad, only to be sorely disappointed.

The four {Royal Guards} split from their formation to avoid the strike from the water golem. They each immediately turned to the {Summoners} and separately slew them before disappearing in the same manner and immediacy as they appeared.