[Event/Big Train] 4:10 to Londinium

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QUEST INFO

Consisting of a battle inside an underground train junction. The team is accompanied by Freedrick, a Ritual Enchanter/Exorcist adventurer.

Objective: Defeat the Phantom Train

Participants:
[Monk] - Tobin [Lv 67]
[Guardian] - @0x1dea [Lv 57]
[Cleric] - kittygrey [Lv 62]

STATUS

Coo coo ca Choo choo

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Midnight's Edge (2H) Pride of the Jade Dragon SKILLS - None Active - Words: 509 Tags: Tobin kittygrey Notes: Starting fresh since friends keep leaving. T_T

“Hey guys, whenever you’re ready come meet me by the tunnel.” Oxford ended the telepathy call with the other two who would hopefully meet up with him sometime soon. When word of this quest got out, the power members of Aeryn and a couple other players were all hyped, ready to take this phantasmal train to the cleaners…train hospital…repair shop, whatever. Sadly, a lot of them pulled out at the last minute, leaving only three members (including Ox) to tackle this beast by themselves. One was Tobin Dwarf, who fisted everything he saw. And the other was a cleric named Kittygrey, who had apparently been in the same guild as these two this entire time. He remembered seeing her briefly once at the wedding. The tunnel lay before him, its gaping maw filled with darkness and unaligned stones made it look like some sort of creepy mouth with crooked teeth. A slow hiss, almost sounding like a ghostly whisper, resounded from deep within. Oxford shivered a little, never really having a good handle on wandering around in the dark. Back in the real world it was easier, because whenever it was dark he’d be in the comfort of his home. Every variable inside it was known, and through knowing everything about his home, he was comfortable. However, in this game world/reality, his entire living setup had been thrown into the realm of the unknown. In fact, it’s almost exactly like the cave. You’re not afraid of the darkness. You’re afraid of what’s in it. Before setting foot inside the cave, Ox did a quick mental checklist to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. “> Super-cool custom armor: Check. > Ridiculously huge sword: Check. > Pre-Event Snack: Eaten. > Mid-Event Snack: Devoured. > Post-Event Snack: Also devoured. Yep, looks like everything’s in order.” After tugging on the leather straps to tighten his custom plate armor, Oxford took the first few hesitant steps into the tunnel before he realized that he was alone. He turned around to shout at the other adventurer who’d be joining them on this quest. “Oiii, Freedrick! What’s the matter, did your feet get encased in blocks of lead or something?” he hollered back at the frail-looking Adventurer. Apparently, he was the discoverer of this quest, and since he was the first to find it, he deemed it necessary to come along with the other raiding pilgrims. The guardian waited for his response, but all he got was silence instead. Instead, the feeble adventurer almost looked like he was shivering or something. Nevertheless, Ox wasn’t a heartless bastard forcing people to do what they didn't want to. Plus, he certainly didn’t feel comfortable wandering around the cavern by his lonesome self, either. Letting out a sigh as he walked back to the entrance, Ox sat on a nearby boulder close to Freedrick. He pulled out his massive two-handed sword and a whetstone, rubbing the sharpening instrument all along the blade’s edge. Might as well do something kinda constructive until the others get here.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: My level will be level 67.
Weapon: Gauntlets of the Morally Ambiguous Knight

Armour:
 Tobin’s Ascot Tie of Gentle Greeting
  Rose Tinted Glasses

I somehow got a lot of the description wrong. As such I will add the details of rest of my gear later on. That being said, I can't see it changing from what I have in my inventory 0x1dea kittygrey)

WC: 1045
"Ahhh, gewd ta see ya 'ere fa the glory, realleh didn’t wanna step in there ‘lone again in a hurrah. Gahah!"

The trademarked rumble of the Dwarf's laughter echoed down the eroded hallways as he appeared around the corner, a shabby, lander brought cloak wrapped around his broad frame as he emerged from out of the darkness with simple humble lantern provided a sharp contrast against the dark that encroached under lights long dead. Curiously the cloak had been drawn around his lower face to partly obscure his identity, though it was fairly obvious whom it was just by the fact it was the only Dwarf many a person saw. Adorned on his head, a glimmering contrast to the rest of his humble frame was a pair of rose glasses with a gold flame. The fellow strode opposite the great guardian and slide down the wall to rest opposite him, between the black metal that adorned his right hand a bronze coin that bore the Aeryn flicked between his fingers, creating a seamless river of bronze that seemed to ominously flowed across the darkness

Truth be told, there were two reasons that Tobin had covered himself, the first of which the encounters with the paranormal being that he couldn't defeat had left a stain upon his confidence. Though none could see under his concealing, robes his left hand trembled slightly as his eyes seemed to constantly scan even as he engaged in conversation. Even now that sharp ringing in the mind seemed as fresh as that night, that sharp pain that forcefully exposed all the flaws in his mind. That made him feel weak, exposed, broken. To Tobin his entire reputation was based on being bold, presistant, enduring, so he consealed the nerves, burried deep under cloth in the hopes the facade could be maintained.

-Showin’ weakness now would make them think less of me. I will be able to shake it off when when the blood gets pumping.-

The other was a much more immediate issue that made him shudder just to think of it. The beast of Aeryn and the strongest player in the land had challenged him to a fight to the death where stonehenge had fallen to settle a slight that even the Dwarf scarcely understood. to paraphrase that lass had been his superior, from the tender low levels she had been the and the bossy presence in his life, an immensely powerful lass that had forced him to sign up to Aeryn. She was the person that he was forced to watch over, as young lass had a tendency to sleep under trees and get into bar fights. Yet even now the once incident had stood out of his mind, that time she had shattered his entire body with a single punch.

The dwarf felt his jaw lock shut, the entire prospect of fighting her frankly terrified Tobin despite all the strength he had gained since then, thus it had galvanised him to fight the Phantom Train today, he needed more reputation, more power to survive this challenge. Yet there was something within him that welcomed the challenge, to finally get that approval he had lacked all this time and to earn his name as an equal. The Dwarf suppressed the building excitement with mental effort as he directed his gaze toward Oxford, a single question played on his mind.

"Tell me Oxford, you ever fought with Cear when ya adventured? In ta days befoar I met ya in the King's? If so how did ya deal width tha’?"

Regardless of the answer, the dwarf would nod and give another distinctive rumble, though when Kitty did arrive he would soon get to business as he rose to his feet, a deft flip of the hand returned the coin back into his pocket as his gaze flickered between the two companions, though his gaze stopped short of making eye contact with Ame. Since then, his memories hadn’t been as coherent it once was though it was likely she had seen the weakness in him, as such Tobin remained subdued under his concealing cloak, lookin’ more like a rough and ready wastelander then the bolder then life Dwarf both had been used to seeing.

"Howdeh lassie, we ready ta hop 'board ta pain train?" A pause, followed by a chuckle. Then likely he got down to business as he nursed a migraine, already his stomach already started to churn from being in such a quiet place. “Since thur just be us three, I shall invite ta first attack upon myself. We need ta know wha tis is we be fightin’. It’s main lare should be just ahead, a minutes jog. I be goin’ 15 meters ahead through these curved tunnels, just in case et’s gonna try ‘n’ surprise attack us on the way in. Tha’ way ya two hav’ plenty of time to get clear.” There was an implication that he wouldn’t have time to avoid the attack, though his eyebrows rose as he gave a shrug as he gave once of his characteristic winks. “Dun’t worreh bout me, I hav’ somethin’ in store case tha’ happens. Oh, yeah, if ya let me press ya pressure points, I can improv' movement speed, animation speed or attack damage fa five minutes, just one of those fa each of ya, ya want?"

If agreed, his gaze would take on an azure glow as he casually strolled around those who wanted the extra boost as his hand lashed out to tap each point. For strength he would tap trice on the chest and once in each bicep. For animation was four in the arms and once to the soul centre in the heart to enhance the flow of blood. For movement speed which the dwarf desired, he simply tapped himself once on the chest, once to each thigh and once to each calf. The sensation on striking each area was a sharp pain, yet that was quickly replaced with a surge within them as their very essence invigorated them no longer kept tapped by the gates of restraint that held it back. There would be a slight, muffled chuckle at any obvert signs of discomfort as waved his hand.

“Anythin’ else ya like to add?”

[kittygrey]

Meeting the Team

Ame started off her day as per the usual. Stretch, yawn, get out of bed, hang out with her pets for however long she wanted to that day, equip her newly acquired armor and set out on the days journey. Today was a little different than normal as she headed to Londinium's underground. She had been there not even two weeks ago to help clear out some of the tunnels, and now she was heading there again, but this time, the conquest was much larger and the payout much higher than the quest she had been here for before, for today, she would face the big bad wolf of the trains. It was to be her first ever boss fight and she felt more excited than she had felt for any other fight that she had been put up against. This fight, it would be the one to test her true strength as a cleric and hopefully she could show of the new moves she had acquired along with her recent level up. When she had originally signed up to be apart of the team, she had only been a level fifty- one, but since then, she had acquired not one, not five, but eleven levels! She was one of the highest clerics that she had seen in this world so she knew she was ready to go for the gold and this was the perfect time to do so.

As she arrived at the entrance to the tunnels, she looked around. She tilted her head, not seeing anyone around. She was told by Oxford, a member of the guild she had joined, Aeryn, to meet by the entrance, but looking around, she couldn't see a glimpse of them in sight. She looked towards the darkness and then shrugged thinking that perhaps they were already inside. As she entered, her eyes shifted to a boulder, with a man, who she assumed must be Oxford, sitting on it and another man standing by him, now what was his name again? She didn't know either of them so felt a little awkward at first, until she heard a familiar voice beam in and she looked down with a smile and nodded at his words. "Tobin! Hi! Yup, as ready as I will ever be!" Then she walked to Oxford and held out her hand. "Kitty reporting for duty!" She giggled lightly and waited for him to take her hand before pulling it away after he had shook it and taken his own away, if he did at all anyways. Then she would wait, listening to what Tobin would say.

She would nod her head at him, listening carefully to his instructions. She would definitely be the last to join in the fight as she had to stay the furthest away. She had her anima blade, which was nice for fighting lower leveled monsters, but this wasn't going to be one of those cases. If she attacked at all, she would have to use her distanced attacks, though she figured she would probably just be stuck to healing the group, which was fine by her as well. She had become a cleric for a reason, to keep people alive and make sure their HP remained high and she did just that. She herself had yet to go down in combat since she started Elder Tale, and with it being her first serious MMO, she thought she was doing damned good and loved every moment of her time here. With her thoughts in check, she listened to Tobin's last question. She nodded with a smile. "I'll take animation speed!" She was a pretty quick runner, and could keep up with nearly any class and race, nearly, and she doubted she would be doing much damage to begin with, so to be able to cast Reactive Heal so quickly on each player would be a bonus. "I'll begin by casting Reactive Heal once you've finished Tobin, that way, if any of you are hit, you'll be healed immediately afterwards!" Her voice was an exclamation as she explained the skill.

Most adventurers, she found, weren't familiar with other class skills, though she was slowly learning them all, one by one, as she partied with different players. She loved learning other peoples skills so that she knew what she could potentially do in the party before they even began the fight. Along with being a healer and a damage dealer, she was also a strategist. Just another thing to add to her list of things she loved about, well, herself, the narcissist, though she really wasn't. She could look at the current situation and figure out what needed to be done or where certain members in the party should be positioned and what not. One of the things she enjoyed most was how useful her class was in parties. Sure, she could solo pretty much as well as the next guy, or girl, but she preferred groups, whether they were small and quaint, like this one, or hefty in numbers, like the first part of her adventure in the Londinium underground.

Once Tobin was finished casting his skill, she looked down to him. "Alright, you're first." She equipped her staff, the radiance of the new, dark blue metal glowing in her hands as she gripped on to it and locked her sight on to the dwarf, thinking of the skill in her mind and then executing it silently. There would be a soft, golden glow surrounding Tobin and he would feel a strong warmth heat his body before it let go, letting him know that he was now protected until he was damaged by the enemy. She would wait for her cooldown to end and then it would be Oxford who would be the next target, then Fredrick, right! That was his name! She shifted her eyes to him, feeling bad about completely ignoring him and tilted her head with a smile, holding out her hand like she had done to Oxford. "Uh, sorry, Fredrick right? I'm KittyGrey, but please feel free to call me Kitty." She really hoped she hadn't messed up his name, as she wasn't one to do so, but hey, with a name like Freedrick, who couldn't mess it up, right? RIGHT?!

- Words -
1059

- Tags -
@0x1dea, Tobin

- Skills Used -
[Reactive Heal]

- Notes -
I am now level 62, if you care to change it XD

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

“I’m starting to question my motives for this.” The left eye of the Assassin twitched as he stood in front of what looked to be some sort of… train… station? It was huge. In fact, it was probably the largest freaking thing he had ever seen in this game that had been labeled as a dangerous area. It wasn’t just a small box or anything simple, but was literally an entire oversized circular station that stretched for what looked to be forever, and the ceiling was practically just as high, but at least that was visible. At the sight of the room, Saber was sure that it was the location of the boss, or some sort of huge beast or cluster of things, so he had not dared tread inside. Instead, he remained just outside of the entrance with his cloak pulled tight around himself.

He had previously signed up to join the exhibition into the area and left promptly without notifying a soul so that he could take a look at what he, and whoever was dumb enough to go, would be facing. Due to the vacancy of the room beyond, he wasn’t going to be able to see what he was going to have to go up against. There was an eerie silence to the station, and Saber felt as if he was being watched. That feeling was the only thing keeping the bold Assassin at bay, as well as the risk of triggering some sort of door that would trap him into the room. He was strong, and his new arsenal made him pretty deadly, but he wasn’t stupid. Going at this alone would be pure suicide, so he pretty much forced himself to just look into the station. Though, it felt like he was being teased.

But he was not being teased enough to bite the obvious bait which was being dangled in front of him so obviously. No, Saber left the bait to rot and turned his back to the station. With his cloak pulled tightly around himself, the man activated one of his many vanishing abilities; Hiding Entry. Upon activation, Saber caused himself to disappear and turned himself into a silhouette, melding with the walls he walked beside. The zone he walked through as he returned to the surface was now quiet as compared to when he entered. It made him chuckled a little as the memory of the slaughter filled his mind. This place was meant for higher level players with decent gear and it was meant to give them a bit of a hard time, but the Assassin was much more than just a higher leveled player. The Assassin thrived on the battlefield and sometimes he felt as if he fed off war because of how good it made him feel inside. The few times he actually smiled with joy, he did so when he was under the pressure of death. Yes, Saber was no ordinary player, and he wondered how long it would take this game to realize that…

Even so, as he passed the vacant halls, he knew that the occupants would most likely respawn shortly. With that in mind, he walked with a bit of haste. He enjoyed slaughtering the monsters which occupied the lands he now lived in, but if he was going to be coming down with a group, he didn’t want this to be too easy now did he? Though, there was also the chance that they wouldn’t be fighting at all. Saber had signed up for the quest initially and had come down into the pit of his own accord, and had taken the long way through the underground tunnels. As he made his way up to the entrance, he noticed a few other passage ways which led in the same direction. If his guesses were right, they would most likely lead to the same place that he had fought his way down to. That being the case, there was a chance that he could avoid fighting entirely until reaching that large room again. Personally, Saber didn’t care which path he took; he would enjoy both.

However, as Saber neared the entrance, he noticed that there was a small collection of adventurers gathering just beyond the tunnel’s rim. At the sight, Saber’s face hardened and his eyes narrowed. He cursed at himself internally and scolded himself for being slow in his actions; he wanted to scout the zone and come back out before anyone else had arrived. If he did so, then no one would have known he had done anything in advance and they would have been able to just walk through everything. Now, that was out the window. He just hoped he wasn’t going to be questioned, as he would have to play the stone face card or actually answer the questions. Yet, the closer he got to the group, the more at ease Saber’s mind became. The group which gathered there wasn’t exactly filled with familiar faces, and looked to be composed of adventurers who weren’t in the raid at all; they just looked like they were hanging out. Well, until Saber finally stepped out of the darkness and into the light, disabling his invisibility skill at the same moment.

There were a few people in front of him, two of whom he recognized and two which were new. One face that he recognized was the blonde headed plague who seemed to be everywhere. The second familiar face was a short Dwarf that he had encountered during one of the Caerbannog’s antics, damned woman. The two unfamiliar faces were made up of one Guardian and the NPC Adventurer person who was supposed to actually be the guide, probably? Hopefully he wasn’t going to be useless. Though, Saber had no doubt that he would be.

“I feel that it is safe to assume that you all are the others going into the dungeon. If that is the case, then make sure your gear isn’t going to fall apart on you. You’re going to need it.” As he spoke, Saber access his menu and dispersed the party invites to the group, selecting “RAID” as a label for the collection of adventurers. Once he did, he passed the king-ship to the man who was named… Ox… ford? He named himself after a college. What a strange person, but whatever. He was of the Guardian-class and Saber assumed that the man would be able to handle the rest of the party stuff better than he himself could. He also gave Oxford the benefit of the doubt in operations of things, as the Dwarf and the Foxtail hadn’t exactly shown him any leader-like traits. Though, after the many adventurers Saber had already come across, he really didn’t think Oxford had any but he had not been proven otherwise, so that was better than nothing.

“When you all are ready, I’ll be over here.” And just as quickly as he appeared and presented himself, Saber turned away from the collection of players and the NPC-adventurer-inthemiddleperson. He took a few steps down into the tunnel and stepped across the opening to the opposing wall. There, he pulled his menu back open and took a few moments to prepare his own gear set. He was going to be paired with a Guardian, a Monk, and a Cleric. That being the case, without Saber, the party was composed of a heavy tank, a close-range DPS, and a Healer. However there wasn’t anyone at a distance that could cause enough damage to be a serious threat, even though he could bet that Kitty had some sort of offensive skills. Saber could go in with his swords and take on their foes, without a doubt, but he elected to deposit his dual heavy blades into his inventory anyways. Doing so made Saber a lot lighter, and would make him much more mobile. After sacrificing his short swords to the inventory’s mouth, Saber summoned his metal bow and handcrafted arrows onto his back, adjusting his quiver after doing so.

“Might as well play the shield…” Saber let out a quiet sigh and closed his menu, shutting his eyes as he took a short break from the world around him. He lowered his head, tucked his face under his scarf, let his hood come down over his face, and pulled his cloak around his body to keep in the heat. The short collection of movements caused Saber to practically vanish beneath his clothing and he nearly activated a skill that caused him to disappear so that he could rest for a few minutes without being bothered, but he didn’t go that far. Instead, he took a few breaths and relaxed, waiting for the noise of his fellow party members to start their own descent into the tunnel.

: Post Title :
-Joining the Party-

: Word Count :
1472

: Skills Used :
Hiding Entry

: Tagged :
kittygrey, Saber, Tobin, @0x1dea

: Notes :
Totes invading this.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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QUEST INFO

Consisting of a battle inside an underground train junction. The team is accompanied by Freedrick, a Ritual Enchanter/Exorcist adventurer.

Objective: Defeat the Phantom Train

Participants:
[Monk] - Tobin [Lv 67]
[Guardian] - @0x1dea [Lv 57]
[Cleric] - kittygrey [Lv 62]
[Assassin] - Saber [Lv 82]

STATUS

Please Remember to Mind the Gap

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Midnight's Edge (2H) Pride of the Jade Dragon SKILLS - None Active - Words: 1603 Tags: See quest info. Notes: Sorry this post is so long and boring.

Ox waved at the familiar short form of his dwarven friend as he neared his and Freedrick’s resting spot, tucking his sword back into his inventory along with his sharpening instruments. As Dwarf drew closer, the guardian chuckled to himself when he saw his fellow guildmate sporting a snazzy pair of rose-colored specs. “Nice glasses. Glad to see someone else is also a fan of the bifocals,” he said as the Monk slid down the wall. The conversation started up as the two greeted each other helped Ox take his mind off of what could be lurking in the dark of the tunnel. Not by much though. Whatever force was in there must’ve been pretty powerful, as it caused the guardian’s hands to tremble slightly. He leaned back against the wall as he sat on his boulder, stuffing his hands into his pockets, hoping that the confines of the cloth would restrict their movement and calm them down. I’m starting to see why the others decided to pull out at the last minute… Ox’s ears perked up when the mini-Monk asked him a question about She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, trying to remember those quests with the vertically challenged Samurai that felt like they happened many, many years ago. Specifically, if the two fought during their escapades. “Hmm…no, not really. Sure, we fought together, but we never fought each other.” Ox folded his arms as he closed his eyes in concentration, his brain firing off the necessary neural pulses needed to remember memories from those times he’d all but forgotten about. “The only time I could probably call a fight with each other was when a Slime managed to lodge itself on my face and Caer nearly lopped my head off with her sword trying to get it off.” He shuddered a little recalling the event. “The potential of dying by her sword wasn’t so scary compared to the sheer panic that hits you when you realize you can’t breathe. But as far as personal quarrels with each other, we haven’t had any…yet.” As he wrapped his boring personal tale of squabbles and flub-ups, another figure drew near towards the trio of adventurers. A blonde-headed Fox Tail walked up to their motley band of tunnel raiders, greeting Tobin with the enthusiasm only two people already acquainted with each other share. After greeting the Dwarf, she came over and greeted Ox, holding out her hand for him to shake. You wouldn’t think such a small action of customary interaction would puzzle the second-in-command of possibly the largest guild in the server, but for him, the book of social norms went flying out the window and covered in shards of glass as the guardian tried to remember how to shake hands. Grip firmly like when going to a job interview to show confidence and good work ethic? Lightly, as to not hurt her petite, delicate hand? Kiss it like one of those ridiculous ponces that go around thinking they’re flattering? Feeling that he had waited too long, he instead shook her hand as tightly one would do when turning a doorknob. So much for first impressions. “Ah, Kitty. Yes, I remember you. I think I met you briefly at Leader’s wedding.” Thank God, a healer to carry the tanks. This whole expedition might actually be worth something now. “Glad to have you in the party,” he said with a grin. Having a Light-affiliated adventurer in a realm of darkness (and probable death) brought a great deal of comfort to the guardian. Dwarf’s small plan on tactics brought him back on track for the mission at hand, the monk surprising Ox by actually coming up with a plan. Normally, he’d just rush head on at whatever it was they were fighting, staying true to his aggro-drawing nature as a tank, but today, he was telling everyone ahead of time that he’d be rushing ahead for tactical advantage. “Sounds good, Dwarf,” he said, nodding in agreement as he listened. At the offer of a pressure point massage, Ox waited until he finished Kitty’s operation before voicing his choice of buff. “I’ll take animation speed too. Don’t know what’s gonna be jumping out at us in those tunnels.” Once the monk did the thing, he stood up from his seat, rotating one arm, then the next as he felt the improved blood flow surge through him. The shining light of Kitty’s Reactive Heal coated him with healing energy, feeling a surge of vigor as his HP assuredly maxed out (even though it already was). Suddenly, an unexpected fourth member to join the current three amigos appeared, literally, out of nowhere. Judging from how casually he entered the current group’s conversation, the Assassin had apparently been there. Assuming he’s an Assassin, since they’re the only class he was aware of that had presence-eliminating/cloaking abilities. A flash on his HUD nearly made him jump, it’s unexpected notification tone sounding in his head alerting him to change of party roles. A list of four names scrolled before him, a little crown icon next to the name of ‘Saber’ moving next to his as a confirmation message saying “[Saber] has transferred leadership to [Oxford]” lightly flickered before him. Touching ‘OK’ and flicking some things around, the party of four and their HP/MP stats and levels lined the top part of his field of vision. For some reason, Freedrick’s info didn’t show up. Let’s see, there’s me at level 57, Dwarf at 67, Kitty at 62, and Saber topping it all off at level 82…well, shit. Looks like I’m the weak link again. He let out a small sigh, mentally scolding himself for hanging around his labs back at the guild HQ instead of going out to grab all the levels he could get his guardian mitts on. After about 2 seconds of self-pitying went on, he straightened up, determined he could do whatever needed to be done with what he had. Boy Scouts, be prepared, and all that feel-good shit he would hear from those horrid happy-go-lucky people. He took another quick look at the profiles as he began to walk towards the tunnel’s entrance. One tank, a tank/offbeat-DPS hybrid, a healer, and a ranged DPS. As far as strategies go, Tobin’s individual plan would work well for this kind of close-quarter combat you find in caverns and tunnels. He’d end up attracting whatever mobs lay ahead, Ox would run up to assist while simultaneously blocking off the mobs from getting the healer and DPS. However, the group would have to take caution, because even though it was really easy to bottleneck the flow of enemies, there’d always be a chance of them getting swarmed. Should that happen, the party would have to NOPE right out of there. “Tobin, go ahead and take the lead,” Ox said as he unfurled his enchanted parchment. Five blue dots glowed into existence as the map begin to automatically fill itself, consisting right now of only two black lines that represented the entrance into the tunnel. Satisfied that it was working, he rolled it up and handed it to the dwarf. “Here, might be good to take this along should you somehow get lost.” He almost let out a sensible chuckle at the sudden thought that sprang up: a Dwarf getting lost in tunnels. Oh, the irony. Looking back at the other three to make sure they were with him, Ox swallowed his fear and plunged into the inky-black darkness, summoning a Magic Light to help make things a little easier to see. Every couple of seconds, he’d look down at his second map, monitoring the Dwarf’s progress while he paid careful attention as to what tunnels the Monk took so the rest of the party didn’t get lost in this labyrinth. It was surprisingly quiet in the tunnels, save for the footsteps of the adventurers as they walked down the overgrown path, the rails nearly invisible through the sickly foliage. Every now and then, a couple of fluorescent lights would line the ceiling, like the ones you would normally see in a subway station. Thankfully for Ox, the walk wasn’t a long one, and about half of it was already lit with the same kind of lighting used back in the real world, which felt a little odd. In this world of swords and sorcery, it was almost weird to try using/developing technology from the real world when magic would do the same thing. Another tunnel entrance stood before them, and once through the entrance, the structure of a giant underground train junction came into view. Despite all the lighting present in the room, a dank, cold chill seemed to seep into Oxford’s very being. Like a ghost was trying to rip the flesh off of you and walk around in your skin. Multiple entrances lined the circular wall, tunnels for the trains to go in and out of, one would assume. Various plant life grew out of cracked porcelain tiles on what could possibly be the platform you stood on as you waited for your train to arrive. The guardian climbed on top of it, as if the slight height difference would somehow reveal to him some overlooked detail that you could only see if you were a few feet taller. Instead, all he got was an intense feeling of dread as the tunnel suddenly shuddered, a loud hissing noise reverberating from one of the other tunnels that connected to the junction. A loud whistle that slowly turned into a ghostly wailing sort of sound could be heard, the guardian’s arms sprouting goose bumps when he heard it.

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[Tobin]

( Combat Summery: Dwarf makes his away to the arena, issues the challenge to the Phantom Train and, after using Iron Body and Iron Rhino to appear more imposing, he activates stunt double to nullify 5 seconds worth of damage. Feel free to be as rough with him as you like. ;) If you intercept him in the tunnel, he probably wouldn’t go for the whole speech and would just activate stunt double instead. The information is only really in the last 3 paragraphs, so just feel free to skip to that.

AND I AM THE BIGGEST. XD Just kidding I likely write much slower posts now that big crawl is out of the way. Saber, @0x1dea and kittygrey

Insert epic soundtrack here. ^___^)

WC: 2324 HP: 100%     MP: 92%    Sanity: 42%

“Aha, thank ya, just wanted ta hav’ mah rose tinted on all ta time, nut just fa reflection.”

The Dwarf rumbled a chuckle as always, though prior to his next question the silence had prevailed over all. It gave the jolly quiet fellow plenty of time to observe the guardian, though his face was that of stone as the levels were checked, easily masking the surprise that the Dwarf had surpassed Oxford’s level. Not that it was a slight against the fellow, Tobin hadn’t been aware of how freice his training regimen had been of late, since the last month he had risen twelve levels and his relentless pace showed little intention of slacking.

-Then again, it was only recently that I had given real thought to being part of being a real hero in reclaiming the land from the mobs up north.-

It was afterwards that Tobin listened intently to Oxfords tales, though the fellow didn’t seem to be overly enlightened by the tale as a slight shrug as given as his gaze turned up toward the ceiling. Compared to being lobbed at a level 44 weasel it seemed fairly ordinary, perhaps it was then that Toby recongised that he probably had more than just a few issues, Stockholm sysmdrone kind of issues, perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising that Dwarf turned out all that loopy.

“Ahhh fur enough, just Caer has challanged me to a duel whur stonehenge was felled ta be carried out in a few days’ time, tis ta the death.” The lips twitched slightly as his voice carried a dim tone, even as he became aware of the sound the approach of footsteps approached he made no effort of conceal his dialog. “I donno why, but she’s probableh gonna kill meh for whatever slight she imagined I did, somethin’ ta do with a lands end, ‘n’ brewer.” The Dwarf let a chuckle ring out, though the latter reference was a tale that no one would remember, forever to remain unfinished on Oxfords turn. With that greeted Kitty and began to run through his business described prior, though as per usual the blond plague’s enfusiasim proved to be most infectous.. Though the reaction from receiving this reactive healing was curious, for as it was was cast on him the Dwarf seemed to shiver as her magic penetrated him and he gasped as he felt the warmth from inside, though It wasn’t unpleasant, but for a Dwarf who usually didn’t get healed the reassuring presence was strange, yet filled him with confidence. With a shiver and a jump the dwarf finally adjusted to the spell, so thankfully this wasn’t about to descend into 50 shades of Kitty Grey.

“Ermm, sorreh, first time bein’ healed like that in a long time, tak’s a bit of gettin’ us- WHO THE neep IS THAT!”

The Dwarf abruptly recoiled as the squat jolted backward to rest as the new presence abruptly materialised in with them, for a brief moment he felt the irrational terror that only a suit and a sleek white face could offer. Yet as his gaze was maintained his self-imposed illusion gave way to see a fellow whom’s face he was only very vaguely familiar with, the queer assassin that had been at the black knight quest. A sharp gasp erupted from under the cloak as the dwarf punched the wall, the concrete cracked under the blow as the chest pump pounded like a steam train. His warrior’s heart had been wounded, for cowardice bled from every fresh blow.

“Fa neeps sake, dun’t sneak up on meh like that! Tis place gives me ta creeps enou’ as tis is.”

There was a slight pause, though as he calmed as he took a deep raspy breath through his lips, something that Saber would probably ignore. Saber was one of those curious fellows that Dwarf couldn’t get any reading on as in the last meeting he had appeared considerably more erratic yet unnoticeable In contrast now the assassin was composed, professional before melting back into the surroundings again. A slight eyebrow quivered, though as Oxford passed the scroll to him the Dwarf had regained his composure once more.

“Trust meh buddeh, I’ve been ‘ere once befor’, alone. Tis was a funneh prank.”

 A rumble indicated humour though the tone indicated truth as the lantern returned to his side. There was a silence as he reconsidered his plan, but that was dismissed with a casual shrug as his stride carried him back to the party as a palm extended in greeting to Oxford, Kitty, and even that lander that he had causally ignored up to now. It was hard to notice someone that didn’t speak afterall, harder still was to shake the hand of a shadow. “Aye, I best be off, see ya guys at ta parteh. Oh and Kit-” as the lass would likely have to lean down slightly to accept the handshake, the broad palm would flick up to cup her canine ear and with a blur of motion proceeded to ruffle it like a dogs ear. Again the rumble came, though his gaze wouldn’t faulter. “Just remember lassie tha’ if ya die, we all die, so even if one of us were ta go down, ya dun’t do anythin’ ta rash, alrite grasshopper?” and with that, the dwarf gave a slight laugh as he disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel.

“Tak’ cear now.”

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“Hm. ‘ere looks ta be a good choke point. Would be bollocks ta get stuck ‘ere thou.”

The mutter was barely a rumble as the broad bulk of a figure stalked along the tracks as his feet danced around crumbled concreate slabs as he followed the sweeping the curvature of the tunnel, the soft crunch of moss under his boots his sole companion. The bend prevented him from seeing further than seven meters ahead as he proceeded to go deeper into the danger zone. Despite there being little sign of the quarry as yet the dwarf was slow and weary in his journey, to go as far to pause whenever a soft sound out of the ordinary. He gave a gentle sigh, just another peddle from a crack in the roof above. A quiet grumble punctuated the silence before he pressed onwards swiftly, Though the underground had weathered time much better than the ground above, the tell-tale signs of water erosion had taken its toll on the world’s most iconic underground system, evident in the moss growth and the stale stench of allege clung to his nose, even underneath the cloak wrapped around his face offered little relief. Perhaps most eerie of all was the absence of mobs he encountered, almost as if they had been purposely chose to abstain occupation of these winding tunnels. However an occasional, distant rumble served as a reminder as to why.

Eventually, if he was fortunate enough to reach the destination, he entered the great cavernous halls of the central terminal. In this room, aside from the great central terminal, the gigantic space that was a curious web of criss-crossing tracks that seemed to weave around the pillars. There were 8 tunnels leading into this room of multiple platforms and rails, one of which the dwarf had just emerged out of. The tracks themselves formed a rough diamond pattern that stretched around the room, with each of the four corners joined by a big circle that ran the length of the room. Needless to say due to being nearly 1/3th of a KM long, the scale of this room was absolutely astounding to the figure that stalked into the chamber whom’s bulk hugged the shadow of the platform to minimise his silhouette. Tobin had never seen a junction is intricate when he had been in London. Yet due to the great platforms that stood a meter tall (big for those lacking vertical height!) and the few electrical lights that had stood the test of time, the space didn’t feel as large or as open as one would expect. Much like a cage, being able to see between the bars didn’t mean that they were free. Yet without sight of the creature the Dwarf had no choice to push deeper, the distant rumble a constant companion.

In spaces between the track there was an accumulation of rocks and other rubble, elsewhere the wear of constant use by the Phantom train was evident, as certain rails had been wore down, most evident on the inner rail in the ring that ran around the room. Though the room had stood the test of time, there were obvious weak points in the wall that could cause a minor cave-in to deal more damage or block off certain sections of track, though the pillars were still immensely strong and thick, that would continue to hold the roof up regardless of what happened within the hour. It was an epic yet harrowingly realistic reflection of an era lost; a civilisation lost when the world had moved on.

Yet still, most unnerving there was no visual sight of the prey, yet evidence of its existence was echoed and amplified from every direction as though he lay in the heart of the beast, it’s squeals, thumps and the pumping of piston seemed to originate from everywhere. By now the shaking in his left arm had intensified to a constant rattle as his heart faltered, up to this point, there had been only two things that terrified Tobin, Caer and thing. It was like-

-Don’t you dare run Dwarf, there is an audience here and you did not come here to be shown up as a spineless faggot, did you? STAND FIRM! I will not stand for this!!-

The Dwarf felt a flicker of fury ignite within him that scolded his cowardice, the fellow freed his mouth with a slight tug of his cloak, his breath left his mouth in a misty plume as it met the cold, stale air. He took one deep breath, released and with the second, his voice was released in a mighty thu'um that reverberated around the chamber, rendered asunder and recombined into many voices, the tunnels themselves echoed with the dwarfs bellowed challenge.

“PHANTOM TRAIN! I, Tobin Stryder hav’ com’ ta take everything ya hold dear! Does it piss ya off ta know tha’ I am the lord of your lair now, as ya are not ‘ere ta challenge me.”

he Dwarf paused, even if it didn’t understand the words that he spoke the intent was clear. The air itself seemed to respond with a whistle that grew into an howling assault that caused the very air to tremble with the violence, loose tiles, the rubble, the murderous intent itself seemed to be it’s very own attack. For a moment the Dwarf appeared to faulter under the buffeting immense pressure wave, yet with crack of thunder the Dwarf tossed his head back and erupted into hysterical laughter as he brought his hands in a loud clap, something within the fellow snapped as opened his maw once more.

“ YA THINK SCREAMIN’ AT ME IS GONNA STOP ME YA RUSTING CARCUSS! Ya eroding trash that does not belong in this age! So face me now or hold ya silence forevar, ya piece of festering shit!”

All around the dwarf his voice formed a brutal resonance that struck back out of the pressure wave, the air shivered in a battle fought with the magic of voice, his face turned a deep crimson as his throat drew his throat drew tight with barely restrained feral fury. Tobin perhaps lacked the sheer strength of Caer or Kumori, but the one attribute that was contained in abundance was the sheer irresistible presence of his speech, or that tendency to be an absolute honey badger to things stronger then he.

For a brief moment a silence seemed to penetrate the air greater than any silence, however this wasn’t to last, the rumbling grew louder as it began to come back to it’s lair. It was at this point that the fellow ripped the cloak off his shoulders as he positioned himself between the rails, the sharp lightning blue gaze levelled firmly toward the rushing sound of adversary. The bare skin of the Dwarf’s arms and chest shifted colour, previously rugged soft skin tightened and dulled in hue from light brown to grey, muscle turned to wire, and with a deep crack his legs became pylons that anchored the broad squat to the ground both. Broad arms formed a cross before him as he formed a barrier, a bastion from the chaos he expected to come before him. Almost immediately after, plates of steel seemed to materialise out of thin air to surround the dwarf, reverts appeared to bolt the mighty impressive if translucent, midnight purple plate armour together. –Iron Rhino- might have been unnecessary, but served as a fine incentive to gloat a furious beast of iron. The unspoken challenge was obvious.

“Just try and move me.”

At the back of his mind, a quant memory flickered of when had once told the lass that many called him the Iron Dwarf of London, a white lie he had told then solely in jest. But as the dwarf’s body shimmered with the flame of the lantern beside him as the fellow became a silent sentinel, a bastion before rumbling storm of cast iron clanging and the thumping of pistons. Yet, as the creature drew close the dwarf would uncross his arms as reality flickered around him before peeling away with a big bold “ACTION!”, -stunt double- was activated and in glorious cel-shaded definition. It was fine as for the next 5 seconds it wouldn’t matter how hard or brutally Tobin was hit he would feel no pain. Hopefully his spectacular thrashing would serve to give the party vital information such as movement speed, attack strength and so forth.

“THIS TRAIN TERMINATES HERE!”

[kittygrey]

The Start, or the End?

As the team spoke with each other she looked to Oxford and nodded. "That's right, I remember now. You were the best man right? I hope we get the chance to have another party like that one soon. It was fun!" Sure, it was so fun she couldn't remember anything, except for the beginning, but she supposed that meant that it was a good night. Either way, she nodded and said, "yes, I'm glad to be here." She beamed her happy smile at him and then continued to cast her spell on him next. He, like Tobin, would feel the warmth it caused and then she would do the same to Freedrick. Once she was sure she was finished, she turned away from the entrance, and looked into the depths of the tunnels. Tobin was to enter first and clear the path for them. She wondered if she would remember the routes she had taken from before, but she doubted so. They would probably take a completely different route as there were many tunnels in the underground system. She sighed but then felt her body jerk in a jump as her ears stood up and her tail became a straight line of fear. The hair on her extra limbs stood up as she turned to yell at Tobin. "Jesus Tobin what the hell-" Her mind stopped for a moment and she took a step forward, her ears still standing but her tail released the fear in it. "Saber?" Her voice was small as she spoke the assassins name and then took a few more steps towards him.

As he spoke, she stopped and raised her brow. Why the hell did he always have to be so cold? He couldn't just be like, "oh hey, nice to see you!" She sighed at the thought. That was something that would probably never happen, so why did she expect it. She mentally shook the thoughts away. Now wasn't the time to be swooning over the lone wolf, they had a job to do. Now, with him here, she would have to focus more, not that she wouldn't before he showed up, but she was more inclined to show him how powerful she could be and this would be the perfect chance. She nodded her head at his words and opened her interface, checking her equipment. Everything seemed to be in order and because her equipment had yet to see full on battle, she knew it would last. She closed the interface and put her hands on her hips, waiting for everyone to be ready to go. Though soon, a party invite popped up in front of her and she quickly clicked accept. Obviously she wouldn't decline. it was a pointless thing to even have the decline button, in her mind, though she supposed if she had ever encountered someone that she really didn't like, then the decline button would be useful. She smirked at herself and silently apologized to the decline button for thinking of it's existence in such a way. Once the screen closed, she watched as the assassin moved on his own, picking a spot where no one would bother him and the action made her sigh. She shook her head lightly and watched the guardian pass over a map to the monk. She smirked and let out a soft giggle but surprise struck her as the monk took a hold of her ear. Her leg began to shake like a dog's would as he ruffled her ear and she pursed her lips and glared at him. "As long as everyone does their jobs, I won't die, so make sure you stay on top of it Tobin!" She huffed out a sigh and then shook her head as she waited for Tobin to take the lead.

As Oxford escaped into the darkness of the tunnels, she watched Freedrick follow closely behind him and she looked to where the assassin stayed. "Hey, uhm, we're heading out." She waited for a moment before continuing. "It's nice to see you again." If he wouldn't say it, she would. She focused on him, gripping the staff she had made him in her hands and casted [Reactive Heal] for the last time. Then she turned her body to the tunnels and took a step towards it. She was expecting everyone to go ahead of her, but she shrugged and entered into the darkness. He would follow soon, she supposed. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust as she looked down the tunnel and she picked up her pace a bit, not wanting to miss any of the action up ahead. Soon, she came up to the back of Freedrick and took a few more steps before stopping. Her body shook lightly as a chill came up it, the ghastly whistle entering into her ears, making them lower themselves. Her tail wrapped itself between her legs and she felt them shake lightly as the tunnel shook, bits of debris falling from the ceiling. She felt her body jerk again as she heard the dwarf up ahead yelling and the sound made her smirk slightly and she shook her head. 'What a strange person you are Gavin.' She chuckled lowly and then shook her head. This was no time for laughing, she had to mentally prepare for the battle up ahead.

It was easier said then done. The loud shriek of the train terrified her and she wasn't expecting it to make the tunnel seem to be falling apart. She feared it's collapse but shook her head. 'No, those thought's should not be in your mind. Not now.' She breathed in deeply and then blew out a long breath, calming herself, letting her fears escape her. She had no choice but to move forward, there was no turning back. Really, she could have turned back, could have left the others to fight the train on their own and probably die with it, but she wouldn't. She was apart of this team and had already agreed to it. She wouldn't stop now, she wouldn't let them die. She knew her role and knew that Tobin's words had been true. If she died, the party would suffer and mentally, she couldn't allow that, wouldn't allow it. She looked down at her staff, feeling the warmed metal in her hands, caressing her palms. She smiled down at it, feeling the friendship between her staff with the warmth of her hand. "It's you and me now. We need to protect everyone." Sure, it might have been foolish to speak with an inanimate object, but to her, the staff was apart of her, it was the thing that made her role as a cleric life. She loved it, as much as she loved her friends, this world and- 'Shut up Ame, it's time to move!' She shook her head and felt her head turn to the darkness behind her, looking for the assassin who should have been there. Whether he had entered the tunnel or not, she would turn her head once again towards the back of Freedrick and move forward with the group.

- Words -
1193

- Tags -
@0x1dea, Tobin, Saber

- Skills Used -
[Reactive Heal]

- Notes -
Ooppsie! Sorry about that, didn't realize he wasn't tagged XD

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

The short amount of silence Saber was able to enjoy was enough to ease the Assassin’s slightly enraged mind, and his anger slowly seeped through his lips. He kept his eyes closed as he rested, but he could feel the weariness of his earlier battling simply wash away and fade into the past. He was upset because the train hadn’t revealed itself, angry that he had slipped twice during his descent, and was upset that he had been too afraid to step into the room all by himself. He was strong enough to do it if he tried, and he doubted that such a simple creature could bring him to his knees. However, Saber had allowed himself to be frightened. Such a thing sparked a fire inside of his soul. With every breath he swallowed, the oxygen fed that fire, and the Assassin could feel the heat in his face. He was relaxed, he was calm; but he was pissed. The man pushed his teeth together, locking his jaw in the process, and breathed through his teeth and nose. He could hear his heart pound in his chest and could feel the hairs on his neck stand. Many people would be okay with leaving a boss and returning to get friends, but not Saber. If it were up to him, he would have kicked in the front door and walked in with his blades ready.

However, he knew his limits. The creature he was going to be facing was an unknown and if the suspicions were correct; it would be a Field Boss or even stronger. Saber was quite confident with his abilities and would gladly stare down a six ton wall of beast if he was presented with it, but what caused him to turn was something much different; uncertainty. He was level eighty-two now and his offensive equipment wasn’t too shabby anymore. Though, his defensive gear was lacking. He could dish out plenty of damage to any foe and could bring them down without batting an eyelash, but Saber was a glass cannon. He was weak to powerful strikes and he didn’t have the defensive power to take a huge number of hits. The Assassin could take one or two brutal shots from a Field Boss, but he would be in trouble if he did. Saber was strong, but he knew he wasn’t invincible. Nobody was, not even the Gods which looked down on him from above. Not even his father.

At the sound of footsteps, Saber’s eyes parted slightly and he looked over to see that the group was on the move. Tobin, the familiar and friendly Dwarf, took point and headed down into the tunnels first. Oxford and the other unknown, Freedrick, followed behind but kept a steady pace, allowing the Dwarf to move away and most likely clear the path. Saber nodded at the sight and waited patiently, his eyes sliding over to Kitty. As he did so, he heard her speak to him, alerting him of the other player’s actions. The Assassin glanced back to his left to see where the Dwarf was heading, but then back to Kitty as she continued to talk to him. The mouth of the Assassin remained shut, and he simply looked at her quietly as she cast a spell on him. Upon being buffed, Saber closed his eyes and let the warm feeling pulse through his veins, filling him up with the heat which could challenge the warmth of an embrace. As he started to hear footsteps again, Saber looked to see Kitty hastily catching up to Oxford and Freedrick.

“So, you just going to stand and watch…?”
“You know me. I prefer to keep my distance.”

Saber pushed off the hard, stone wall of the cave and looked out towards the open sky for just a moment. He had got just a bit of the sun in his short stay above ground in what had to have been two hours, but it was enough.

“That’s going to be the end of you some day. You should try to be more… friendly! Hah-ha.”
“Hearing that come from your mouth burns.”

The Assassin turned away from the entrance and marched after his fellow Adventurers, casting his -Hiding Entry- skill and pulled his cloak around himself, encasing himself in the cold embrace of the shadows again. He moved quickly, however, and took a vanguard position behind his fellows, but kept a few meters back and to the left close to the wall. There, he could see both ahead, behind, and would be able to use his bow without having to deal with accidentally hitting the others.

“It should.”

Once they were at the familiar location of the Boss’s lair, the Assassin closed in on his allies, removing the safety barrier he had made himself. He made his way up beside Kitty and Saber removed his cloaking skill as to alert her that he was beside her. There, Saber pulled his metal bow off his back and held it tight in his left hand as it rested by his waist. Shortly after being drawn, the object pulsed with power for a moment and began to glow, giving off slight black mist. The reforge effect in it began to stir as the Dwarf inside of the hall beckoned for the presence of the train. At the feeling, and the sight, Saber narrowed his eyes. This place was cursed and the pressure of death lingered like a fatal virus. It made the man’s stomach twist, but he kept his body straight. As the Dwarf called for the Train to make its appearance, Saber gently nudged Kitty with his elbow. He looked to her with a softer expression and nodded lightly.

“Don’t die. I might have to kill you.” The man spoke almost in a whisper, but talked loud enough for her to hear him. Then, he reached over his shoulder and pulled one of his arrows out of its home. He twirled the well-balanced projectile in his fingers as he took a few steps into the extremely aged train zone.

Upon entering, he placed the arrow he held against his bow, docking the notch on the back of the shaft with the string. He didn’t pull back, but he prepared himself and readied to do so. Once he was ready, he glanced over his shoulder to his left to check on Kitty. Upon seeing where she stood, he adjusted, keeping himself slightly off to her forward right, but then he looked towards where Tobin was standing and moved a few paces closer to him. In doing so, Saber kept himself off to the side, out of the way so that their Healer could see their DPS. Though, he also placed himself in an offensive and defensive spot. From where he stood, Saber could strike and assist the Dwarf, defend their forward, and protect their healer. If it was necessary, Saber was also within “snatch-range”, where he could move and grab Kitty if something were to occur and she froze up. Protecting the Healer was just as important as dealing damage, but Saber liked to play a dangerous game of balance with the two. The faster they took out their enemy, the faster that they would all be safe. However, if they took too long, Kitty might be in trouble.

: Post Title :
-Taking Position-

: Word Count :
1226

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
kittygrey, Saber, Tobin, @0x1dea

: Notes :
The battle is set. Data Holder; will you take our challenge? Or will you cower in fear? Come on... Make my day.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Data Holder]

Your challenge has been accepted.

PHANTOM TRAIN

Level 50 Field Boss

The ghastly howl of a whistle blew throughout the tunnels, as the ground rumbled. Kobolds and Goblins scattered from the tracks as quickly as they could, as the whistle blew again. The adventurers could tell that the train was still a long ways off for now, but it was steadily growing closer. The rails shook and quaked underneath the powerful engine of the beast. The tunnel in which the adventurers stood had a curve at the end, where the source of the noise was coming from. A few moments later, a misty light began to shine from the turn, and it began to shine brighter on the collapsing concrete walls. The front of the engine soon became visible, and the piercing light began to shine on the adventurers down the trains.

It was a gigantic metal behemoth. Eight cars, and one engine in front, with a caboose in the back. From the sides of the cars leaned out spectral passengers, howling and moaning with their eyes set on the players in their way. One more loud whistle sounded before the engine began to increase in speed, and as if to indicate something, the light on the front of the engine began to turn a crimson red. The train moved further down the tracks, and the passengers began to call out the names of the players, as if expecting them to be there and waiting. Their cadaverous paler went from mournful spirits to demonic monsters, as each spirit changed in color with the light. Grinning and laughing maniacally, they held out their arms towards the other adventurers that weren't directly in their path.

Phantom Train moved forward and crashed directly into the smaller player of the bunch, while the spirits began to tug and pull the other adventurers along, eventually flinging them all up onto the top of the train's first cabin. A mob of spirits began to form around the players, giggling and laughing, while extending what looked to be claws from their finger tips, when a sound overtook all else. It was the sound of one mouth laughing, half covered by white noise. The spectral passengers moved aside from the front of the engine, to reveal a monster. There stood a man, his skin singed off and dangling, with bones showing all over. He wore a hat atop his head, that read "Conductor." He walked forward, bone clanking against the metal roof, stopped, and laughed again, causing the rest of the spirits to do likewise.

"Welcome, weary travelers, to the end of life!" He shouted, arching his arms up into the air. His clothing dangled from his body, ripped and torn from side to side. He looked up, and let out a ghastly wail, prompting the others to do so as well. Turning to the adventurers once again, he clacked his teeth together, and continued. "On this train, I control all! But, I assume you are here for my challenge, yeeeeesssssssss?" He paused, letting a devilish grin cross his distorted face. "Then allow me to present you with it! In order to fully defeat my train and its passengers, you must detach each car, starting from the back! Once you have completed that, the train will stop, and I will grace you with the honor of fighting me, its conductor. If you fail, however..." A fire erupted from the chimney of the train's engine, burning a deep purple color.

"I WILL CLAIM YOUR SOULS!"

The crowd began cackling once again, as they, too, turned into purple masses of fire. Soon, the flames died down, and the conductor finished his monologue. "I wish you all, the best of luck, for that is all you have!" He disappeared into the mob once again, and the loudspeaker for the train began to ring to life, with a deathly tune. "NOW BOARDING, PLATFORM 666. ONE-WAY TRAIN TO HELL, NOW BOARDING!" The spirits returned to their crimson red form, and began to surround the adventurers, attempting to claw at them. The adventurers had their goal, but the conductor wasn't going to make it easy for them. No, this was his train. And he tends to see to the satisfaction of all his customers. Well, all his paying customers, that is.

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[attr="class","quest"]

QUEST INFO

Consisting of a battle inside an underground train junction. The team is accompanied by Freedrick, a Ritual Enchanter/Exorcist adventurer.

Objective: Defeat the Phantom Train

Participants:
[Monk] - Tobin [Lv 67]
[Guardian] - @0x1dea [Lv 57]
[Cleric] - kittygrey [Lv 62]
[Assassin] - Saber [Lv 82]

STATUS

From 'Ghost Rider' to 'Ghost Conductor'

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Midnight's Edge (2H) Pride of the Jade Dragon SKILLS - Anchor Howl - - Siege Breaker - Words: 754 Tags: See quest notes Notes: tl;dr - Making a U-turn on a train. Woo.

The train came into full view as it rounded the corner, the ghostly wail now turning into the screams of the damned. Hands belonging to the ghostly patrons of the locomotive reached out and grabbed him and Freedwick, pulling the two of them along as if they were action figures on a string thrown out a bus window. He could feel a searing pain in his arms, the apparitions’ claws managing to find chinks in his armor as they stabbed into his flesh. All of a sudden, Ox found himself standing on top of the train car with the rest of the party, dazed and confused as to where the last couple of seconds went. Plus, it was hard to do that when Ghost Rider decided to switch professions and became the Ghost Conductor who challenged adventurers to beat his Pain Train. Oh, and if they failed, they lost their immortal souls to him. Fun. After all was said and done, Ox suddenly found himself inside the last car of the train. The swiping claws of one of the demons broke the Guardian out of the fear-induced daze, Ox reflexively responding to the demon’s hi-five by stabbing his sword through its face. The sword went not only through the demon’s mug, but the window as well, sparks flying as the tip of the blade scraped against the tunnel wall outside. If the car wasn’t already awash with the light from demons and hell fire, the sparks would’ve provided a meager source of light. As Ox looked at the gruesome features of these damned monstrosities, he actually would’ve preferred the room a little darker so he didn’t have to look at their faces. But then again, the thought of being stuck in a dark room with these things was also horrifying. More and more demons began to crawl through the car’s door, the whole area turning into a giant squirming mass of death and damnation. Swinging his sword would offer no help here, as the car’s tight quarters made large weapons such as his own pretty much useless. Even if he did get the room to swing his weapon, there was no way he could stop it if a fellow party member got in the way. Stabbing his blade was about the only offensive attack he could do in these close quarters, but even then, it wasn’t much. Seeing no other option, Ox let out an [Anchor Howl], partly to aggro, but mainly out of frustration, and then proceeded to use a good crowd-clearing skill, [Siege Breaker]. With his sword raised and his feet dug into the carpeted flooring (which was weird, because Ox didn’t think demons really cared a lot about luxury), the Guardian took off at a light run. Soon, it transitioned into a normal run, then a full-on sprint as he ran through the cars, demons dissolving in a puff of foul sulfur-smelling smoke and bits of data. As he reached the first car, the skill began to wear off, the Guardian’s feet thumping the floor loudly as he came to stop. Even though demons were still pouring all over the place, their presence didn’t feel as dense as before. There was more space, which was good, because now Ox could swing his sword to his heart’s content. However, the mission wasn’t to eliminate all the demons; no, it was to detach all the cars. The first car’s pin sat tightly in its spot, keeping it connected to the train itself. And standing above it was the conductor, his half-burned face smiling at him. Even though he felt like he could probably take the ol’ bag of bones by himself, he was a party leader. A party leader who just left his entire party behind. Oxford mentally slapped himself, silently cursing the fact that he’d just left the rest of his team by themselves. The noises, the screams, and all the confusion and constant possibility of dying all mixed in together with his self-loathing, turning it into an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long while. With hate burning in his eyes, he focused his gaze on the conductor, wishing he could just mentally blast the mocking apparition from his sight. “I’ll be back for you,” he said through ground teeth, turning back to rush into the fray to make sure the others were still hanging on. The chances of them dying were slim, but then again, when you’re riding on a train straight from Satan’s station, you can’t really predict anything.

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[Tobin]

WC:1109         HP: 92            Mana: 50%             Skills used: Battering Ram x2, Magnetic Grip, Eye of the Tiger, Incarnated Assault and Heated Combat and Fist of Boreas , Tiger Echo Fist

Active Skills: Heated Combat and Eye Of the Tiger. I only had magnetic grip on while clinging to the side of the train.

(Summery: Dwarf jumped on train, stuff died in carriage 3 and he helped clear the way in four, more stuff spawning. Cool stuff. kittygrey Saber @0x1dea)

When a speeding object meets an immovable force one of two events tended to occur. Either the immobile object held or didn’t and as naturally since the Dwarf didn’t weigh over one thousand tons, the result of such a confrontation was fairly obvious; that stunted bastard flew, the transient armour shattered, blood poured from every opening as the entire fleshy square was tossed like a salad.

“Gaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

As the recoil doubled by stunt double, the flight from the knockback was quite specular as the fellow bounced off over 80 meters before he collided firmly with a pillar, even the invincible concrete that had been forged using angel hair and stardust cracked under impact from the unusual projectile as the frame was spread across the curve, much like a canvas on a painting frame. There the Dwarf rolled down the pillar to collapse onto the platform loud heap, the aura peeled away as the Dwarf remained motionless. Curiously, though his mana had dipped by 25%, the hp of the Dwarf and other characteristics hadn’t been affected yet he didn’t rise as the train came to a halt, though a single, motionless orb observed the train from just over a curled arm. Despite being the appearance of a crumpled rag, the fellow remained poised to spring up again at a moment’s notice.

-Holy shit, why the hell did I suggest that! Tha’ hit was enough to kill me three times over! I better sit tis one out a mo, tis isn’t somethin’ I could take head on.-

Of course, the Dwarf could hear the creatures monolog from where he lay, tis wasn’t quite as bad as the Halo Four storyline dialect, but it’s entire speech held a potent, Disney evil overtones. Tobin swallowed as he stilled the cold spike of terror in his heart, Disney evil monologs spoke of beings of immense power. A dark omen of death, for one of the adventurers gathered this night. Before long the rumble of steel confirmed that once more the hell train was on the move.

-Damn! Trust me to miss the last bloody train!-

With a grunt the stocky fellow propelled himself up onto his feet as -eye of the tiger- was activated and the squat charged along side the train on the extended platform, though he was fast the train itself picked up speed faster than any relic of the old ages. With a roar of exercision piston legs worked into a blur of motion as there was only time for a fleeting glance before he jumped against the cast iron carriage, the screeching metal echoed cast as with a loud clump the Dwarf slid down the carriage. –magnetic grip- his feet trailed across the gravel as for a moment his palms struggled to grip the cold, sheik surface, before with muscles of burning fire the blerry figure heaveded his broad frame up the carriage. It was then that the fellow chanced a glance forward, a tunnel loomed ahead. Under the spectacles, his eyes widened at the implication hitting that would bring.

“OH SHI-“

The dwarf spread his arms wide as with a loud clunk the frame smashed against the hull of the carriage, the around him world became much smaller, the thundering of hellfire fuelled machinery filled his ears and deep wafts of brimstone buffered around the cast iron surface that became part of the displaced wind current, forcefully dragged around the relentlessly speeding train. The draft was bitterly cold and the blur of steel and concrete served as a constant reminder of why he cling on, the alternative was enough motivation.

After what seemed an eternity the chaos gave way to a two berth tunnel and with a soft phrase of thanks to whatever call centre was listening up there, the squat drew his body away from the carriage, gathered an aura of force in into his right fist and with a thunderous crash the wall in the carriage parted, expelling glass and shards out into the void and the dwarf soon followed, a sharp left raised the ambience of rushing wind as his background became a blur of concrete. The Dwarf took the moment brushed his arms off , the thick soot ruined what was already tarnished furnishings as the demon folk stared on as a barely audible sigh left the fellow, that hadn’t been in the mob memo.

“Oh, rite, I should pay damages, is gold ok?”

A money bag was drew from his pocket that was pulled open with two fingers to reveal precisely 101 of the little disks of joy, some of which naturally danced along his hand as a river of molten motion. Normally, the squat fellow would have been uncomfortable with the undead, yet after his little journey his sense of fear had been numbed to the point that it was just becoming quite trivial. His eyebrow flicked up as his sweeping gaze measured the gathering mob, partly drew in by the curious behaviour, mostly motivated for a primal urge to rip the creature to pieces. A single toned hum, the coins were disgorged into the air around the mobs and as he did this Incarnated Assault was activated, each of the Dwarfs bore the red tinted stare as the electrical lighting flickered off. Dwarf was pissed and no one was around to see it, perfect.

“Have a shower.”

The entire area room became a blizzard of small projectiles, punching, kicking, with Heated Combat active, those that were not fortunate enough to die immediately from being killed in the barrage was finished off with a –Tiger Echo Fist-, the rowdy cries was replaced with a silence and the rattling of coins aganst the few hard patches of floor, the few wounds he suffered in the brief exchange had been healed over by Kittygrey’s buff. Satisfied he strode to the back of the carriage as he noted that Oxford was at the front and the others not too far off Tobin’s carriage 3. So with a stride and a slight skip to the step that door was opened and unleashed Fist of Boreas , as a thick, cold mist blasted into the room that left the mobs much like statues, so that they would be easy pickings.

“Hey ya missed meh parteh people?”

If they said yes or didn’t respond, then the Dwarf would raise a curious eyebrow, let out a stout laugh and raised his fist poised to smash off the pin with another –Battering Ram- when they got through. Already however the mist in his room already began to disgorge another wave of undead beings, trains in London were notorious for being crowded.

[kittygrey]

HP: 100% MP: 100%

It was ward not to notice the slight nudge given by the lone assassin as he told her that if she died, he would kill her. She didn't doubt the line to be the truth but she smirked and tossed a radiant smile at him. "Don't worry about me, however," her voice lowered as she looked forward once again and took the smile from her face. "The same stands for you." She remained silent for a moment and then began to let out a quiet giggle, before it was interrupted by the loud ringing of a train whistle in the far distance. The sound made her look in the direction that the train would come from and as it came into view, she suddenly didn't feel so confident. She brushed the feeling off as she mentally shook her head and as the carriage pulled up, she was terrified with the voices she heard coming from the train. The souls were calling each of their names and as she heard her own called out, she shivered lightly and tried to prepare herself for whatever was going to happen next.

As she felt a cold chill up her spine, her arms pricking with pain and her voice crying out loudly, she thought for a moment that perhaps she was dead, now one of the passengers that were destined to haunt the train for all of eternity, but as her feet landed on the inner platform of the first cabin, she took in a breath and looked around at the faces around her. They were laughing at them, mocking them. It was a rather scary sight if she didn't say so herself, which she did. "This isn't scary at all.." Her voice was a sarcastic whimper as she felt a more grueling spirit coming up to them. As the last bit of spirits managed their way sideways, an overly dead, zombie- like conductor came from the group of spirits that encased her and she stared up at the creature as it spoke. She took a sharp breath and felt the strange creatures eyes lock onto hers. As the passengers and conductor began to wail, she took a step back and took her eyes from the creature. Then, as purple fire burst from the engine, she felt her eyes close for a moment and opened them again just in time to see the zombie conductor float away eerily into the crowd. She felt herself shiver and her eyes widened as the creatures lundged at her. Everything happened so fast. Skills were being activated, but she couldn't see anyone. The skill, Anchor Howl was her first indication that it was Oxford, with him being the only guardian, the she heard his voice again but she couldn't see anything except for the blur of souls in front of her. She swung her staff rapidly and then activated her skill, [Holy Rampage], sending the spirits in front of her flying away into others and then casting them into a nearby wall or even some out of the windows and doors.

As she looked around for the others, looking left and right, she couldn't see anyone. No Tobin, no Oxford. Not even the Enchanter, Freedrick, could be seen. She feared that she was alone, as not even the assassin was there. She felt like she was in quite the conundrum as the spirits she had flung back, began to regain themselves. She took a step back, watching the crowd come at her. She prayed that she wasn't alone. What good could she be, she was supposed to be the support, yet, there was no one to support  and though she was a pretty good fighter for her class, she couldn't hope to make it to the other cars alone. As the spirits continued their advance, she took a few more steps back. She activated her [spellwalk] skill and as she continued to take small steps backwards, she drew her [Anima Blade]. The golden, glowing sword sparkled brightly, making the zombie creatures turn their heads, but it didn't stop them. Her holy rampage was wearing off quickly and she knew she would be ambushed in a little over a few more seconds. She took one last step back, gripping onto the handle of the sword that replaced her staff and held it out, but as her foot made that last slip backwards, she felt her back press up against something warm, definitely human. She turned her head slightly and let out a small breath as she was embraced slightly by the assassin. "Fancy meeting you here.." Her voice was calm and suddenly, her demeanor changed as she straightened herself, confidence swelling from some random part in her that wanted to seem more powerful than she was mentally.

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Words 798
Tags @0x1dea, Tobin, Saber
Skills Used [Holy Rampage] [SpellWalk] [Anima Blade]
Notes Well, sorry it couldn't be better! -cries internally-

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

The sound of a distant whistle made Saber snap to, and his eyes scanned the room slowly as he searched for the source. Due to the open space in the room as well as the material the walls were made out of (stone), the noise ricocheted and created a bit of a loud ringing sound in the player’s ears. He winced a little at the loud sound, but it put him even more on edge. However, he kept himself calm. The man breathed deep and continued to search the room for his foe, or at least for a trace of it. Even as the whistle blew loudly, pinpointing its direction was a bit difficult. Well, until the ground began to shake. Immediately, Saber’s eyes shot to the floor and then to the tracks. As they did so, he drew back on the string and watched several Goblins and Kobolds emerge from the shadows around the metal strips. The man snarled and let one fly, striking one Goblin in the back of its leg as it scurried away from the train track and the Adventurers. It burst into pixels upon impact with the floor, and Saber was already lining up another creature when his attention was snagged by a distant light.

At the revelation that his foe wasn’t actually the Goblins or any of the other tiny fledglings, Saber lowered his bow and relaxed the string as to let his arms rest. However, as he watched the metal train emerge from the massive tunnel and come straight towards the group of four, Saber’s eyes narrowed and his lips pulled into a snarl beneath his scarf; he would have picked the fledglings. Though, thankfully, the train didn’t come with a health bar. Instead, it came with a full load of disgusting souls which were yelling, screaming, and reaching. At the sight, Saber pulled his arrow free and took a step back; it wasn’t stopping. With that in mind, Saber turned his hips and started to walk to his right. The train came ever closer, and Saber began to make his move.

“All aboard…” The metal beast wasn’t stopping, and so Saber would have to make his own door. To do this, he turned his back and sprinted in the opposite direction of the train, splitting himself from his own party for a few paces before the massive metal machine roared passed him, as well as dozens of the exposed arms. Oxford and Kitty were thrown first, as the Dwarf had been plowed into, but as the arms reached for Saber, he elected to avoid the boarding assistance. Instead, he lunged up into the air and slammed his heels into the roof of the second car, denting it as he forced himself to latch onto the object. His body couldn’t handle the force and he nearly lost his footing, but the man dropped to his hands and knees immediately, letting his own momentum match that of the train.

Once he was aboard, Saber looked up to get the location of his allies on the first car. As the herd began to crawl out of the depths of the fiery pit below, Saber got off his pathetic knees and bolted to link up with his partners, planting himself to the rear left with his bow ready, and an arrow nocked. As the crowd of demonic beasts closed in on them, Saber pulled back on the string of his metallic ranged weapon and slowly moved it to his left as he scanned the group for a brave and foolish beast to make an unkind advance forward. Thankfully, none of them did so, but there was one of the undead which made his presence known; the Conductor. This man looked like he had been sent straight to hell upon death and had been given the task of transporter to and from the underworld, and dear god did he sound even worse. It was as if Satan himself had possessed the poor soul… and Saber’s chest pulsed as he listened to the Conductor speak.

“Not now…” The Assassin rumbled in his head, but there was a low rumbling in his thoughts. The backs of his eyes burned, his mouth seethed, and his muscles tensed up. There was a sensation in his chest, and it made him want to rip the Conductor’s throat out with his own hands. He had only just seen the undead man and had just heard his voice but Saber felt a pure hatred towards this hellish fellow, one that was making his body burn. His arms trembled and he squeezed the back of his arrow.

“End him… NOW!” The Assassin yanked back on his bow, lifted and aimed at the Conductor. Without even thinking, he fired. However the instant he did, the Conductor vanished into the crowd and another demon was struck in the head. Saber snarled and swiftly deposited his bow into his inventory, summoning forth his twin daggers. The walls burned as the crowd erupted into flames and Saber yanked the two small weapons out of their sheaths, gripping them tightly as he was transported to the inside of the train.

“You fool! You should have shot him while you had the chance!” The demonic voice roared in Saber’s mind, and the Assassin growled loudly. The train car came to life and Saber immediately engaged the numerous enemies surrounding him. With his daggers held tight, he clashed with the first demon that lunged at him. It opened its mouth and roared at him, spit oozing from his jaws as it attempted to frighten the Assassin.

“Oh I’ll give you something to fear…” The Assassin’s voice twisted as he snarled, his eyes narrowing as they began to blacken. This train was no ordinary train, and it was quickly drawing out the restless soul which Saber housed in his mind. That soul remembered this train well, and it was not happy.

“I never even got a chance!” Saber barked back, but the demon which had shouted simply roared. Saber’s left leg lifted and he kicked the demon in front of him. The targeted knee cap snapped backwards, causing the soul to shout in pain before its head was removed from its neck. Once Saber regained control of his cutting arm, he swung it back and batted the heat out the window. The body collapsed in front of him.

“You were slow, Saber! Well done, you pathetic excuse for an Asssassin!” With his arms and face free, Saber looked over his shoulder to sight the next brave soul. He ducked instinctively and sliced out the demons’ thighs. As it collapsed, Saber dug one blade into its chest and then drove his second dagger up through its mouth into its skull. One pierced the heart, the other the demon’s brain, if it had one. Twisting both of his wrists, the Assassin increased the damage of his strikes and then booted the creature off his weapons, shoving it back into the collection of other demons. Right after his kick, Saber turned to his right and sliced at another encroaching presence, smacking the stretched out hands which reached for him. The smack was followed by a thrust with his other hand, and a dagger was shoved through the demon’s eye socket. Blood and flames burst out of the hole as Saber buried the entire length of the metal weapon into the undead head. The Assassin snarled, and the Demon looked at him with its other eye.

“I’m gonna rip this train apart…" Saber’s vocal cords emitted a deepend tone, and then the player pulled his dagger from the Demon’s eye. Before it could attack, the Assassin spun to his right and brought his leg up, bashing it into the side of the creature’s head. When he landed, he planted his left foot first, twisted, and punched the creature in its stomach. After being hit by the punch, the demon was forced backwards and ultimately off the train.

The sound of footsteps made the Assassin spin again, but unlike before these steps weren’t aggressive. Still, the Assassin trusted his instincts and twirled on his feet, his blade coming to a halt a few inches from a blonde clump of hair. The man snarled loudly through his teeth, his eyes glaring at the familiar woman as he stopped her from backing up any further; it was Kitty. Well, at least he found one fellow player in the midst of the hellhole he was now in. Yet, it didn’t make him any more comfortable than he already was. Instead, it made him feel even worse. The Conductor had not only threatened him with an eternal life surrounded by flames; but he had also threatened Kitty.

“That’s your second mistake…” The first was daring to challenge Saber so boldly…

“Stay focused.” Saber snapped at the blonde, his voice growling as he turned to his right, slicing out the throat of another demon.

“We have no friends here.” As he spoke, he drove both of his daggers into the center of the demon’s ribcage. It sliced at him, cutting at his shoulders and biceps, but that only fueled the Assassin’s aggression as his health bar dropped slightly. The man stomped forward a few paces and then shoved the demon out of the train. The instant he got a spare moment, he keyed the universal telepathy call and sent out the call to his allies, connecting them all under one chat even though they had been separated.

“Tobin! Oxford! Gather up int the last car!” As he spoke, the Assassin cut off the hands of a greedy demon, and then cut out its throat and both of its eyes. After doing that, he hopped back and positioned himself behind Kitty.

“Once we’re together, we can clear out this pathetic excuse for a train!”

: Post Title :
-Railways to Hell-

: Word Count :
1640

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, kittygrey, Tobin, @0x1dea

: Notes :
Battle started. Saber's being possessed. Yay.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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QUEST INFO

Consisting of a battle inside an underground train junction. The team is accompanied by Freedrick, a Ritual Enchanter/Exorcist adventurer.

Objective: Defeat the Phantom Train

Participants:
[Monk] - Tobin [Lv 67]
[Guardian] - @0x1dea [Lv 57]
[Cleric] - kittygrey [Lv 62]
[Assassin] - Saber [Lv 82]

STATUS

No Pain, No Train

HP: 85% MP: 90% - EQUIPMENT - Midnight's Edge (2H) Pride of the Jade Dragon SKILLS - Aura Saber - - Regneration - Words: 648 Tags: see quest notes Notes: Sorry 'bout the delay.

No matter how many of the hellish beasts the Guardian put down, their screams and wails continued to echo throughout the cabins. In fact, it seemed like the more they killed, the louder it got. The sound was so obnoxiously loud that he almost didn’t hear Saber’s plan of gathering in the last car, which was easier said than done. Hordes of demon-fiends still crowded the cars of the train, the glass of the windows cracking as they pushed against them to sink their claws into their Adventurer prey. Luckily, Oxford’s armor was nice and thick, so the worst they could do to him was scratch it. And burn it with hellfire and partially dissolve some of it with corrosive sulfur. You know, fun stuff. Sweat began to trickle down Oxford’s forehead, a mixture of fear and exhaustion combining to form the flow of perspiration that threatened to blur his vision if he didn’t wipe it from his brow. Drops of sweat would drip onto his glasses every now and then, threatening to obstruct his vision if he didn’t wipe his lenses soon. Seeing as how they’d cause nothing but trouble for him, Ox reluctantly removed his treasured pair of glasses and deposited them back into his inventory. The momentary lack of defense was enough time for the horde of damned ones to get all up in the Guardian’s business, causing his HP to drop a couple chunks. The bite of their claws was harsh, each one an intense burning sensation as those deadly talons managed to slash at the chinks in his armor. Even though two-handed swords weren’t the ideal weapon for close-quarters combat, it was enough for Ox to use the flat of the blade to shove the wailing soul-eating groupies away from him, then slash them up with an [Aura Saber]. The car erupted with their howls as the hellish spirits disintegrated, Oxford swinging his blade back and forth in front of him, like a mad safari explorer hell-bent on exacting vengeance from the vegetation that obstructed his view. Dozens fell, but more would spring up in their place. The air felt hot and stuffy to Ox, the Guardian wishing that the heavy plate armor he was wearing had better ventilation. However, it was the only thing keeping him alive at the moment. Removing it to cool himself down would be like a knight lowering his shield to tie his shoe when he was already in battle with a dragon. Not a good idea, so Ox would have to bear with this uncomfortable situation for a while longer. He took another quick swipe at his brow when he felt the moisture of his own perspiration dripping into his eyes. Despite how hot the current situation had gotten, Ox was still surprised that he still had any sweat left in him at all. The Guardian steadily pushed his way towards the last car, knocking back the demons that attempted to impede his progress. Good luck with that, trying to stop Oxford from reaching his goal was like taking a crack at stopping a rolling boulder: don’t even bother, you’re going to get crushed if you try. With every swing of the sword, another couple fiends joined their brothers in that great digital cesspool where all the others monster go when they’re destroyed. Or they were simply banished back to hell, if there was such a realm in this world. With blade still in hand, Oxford crossed the doorway into the last car, taking a moment to catch his breath before going along with the next part of Saber’s proposed plan of mowing down everything in site. “Haha…yeah, just give me a minute to…not die, I guess,” he said, panting heavily as he removed his chest plate, letting his [Regeneration] skill do its thing. An ice cube going down his shirt would feel amazing right about now.

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[Tobin]

WC: 750 Hp:55% Mana: 42%

“Ya all wanna piece oaf me ya bastards, com’ on ‘n’ git some ya sods.”

The Dwarfs body had been in a constant in a state of motion as it weaved around a never ending river of attacks. Since the latest wave had spawned, every string seemed to be followed by immediately by another from the phantom mobs; as a result the Dwarf hadn’t been able to muster up a proper counter attack. To make matters worse the cramped carriages were crippling for an evasion class, the Tobin having to spring and dart over the seats to evade outstretched claws and rusted blades.

A sudden shriek caused the dwarf bolted back into the central row; a creature of tangled bone phamtoplasium flew over the seat after him, the rare opportunity the dwarf took with a flourish, a quick Zoom Attack connected with a loud crack, followed by an air magnum to the chest. A sharp pain penetrated his side as his concentration lapsed momentarily, a lightning fast counter blow erupted from the Cross Counter to send the threat spiralling into its comrades, the pain lingered briefly before the heal stored from before kicked in, the pain evaporated away like water on a summers day. A fleeting glance behind had taught him that the space he was becoming accustomed to was about was amount to run out.

-Shit, this isn’t working. I guess I can’t wait fa them to catch up; I guess I’m gonna have to take some blows.-

The was a surge as the dwarf bolted to the back of the carriage as the skin took the hue of iron, then as the dwarf gave a leap and as his boots became planted against the crumpled wallpaper on the wall, the dwarf became clad in an aura of tempered steel; both Iron Body and Iron Rhino activated. Then he jumped; the barrel shaped figure collided with the front most wraith with a crash, the Wyvern Kick sent the figure into the crowd.

-Kill them all, one at a time-

The Dwarf became a blur as he charged; the next would receive a bullet punch, this was followed an Aura Kick , the spin sent another two back to its premature grave. Then the weight of numbers pressed in again; the blades drove through the aura to scratch into toughed flesh; a savage roar and gauntleted fist to a groin the only reply, a screech echoed through the cabin the dry snapping of bone was accompanied a loud crunch as the wraith was turned into an improvised weapon; two, three broad swings before the twinkling shards were into more of the hell beasts. The Dwarf was amidst them like a storm, his gauntlets racked against bone and head thundered up like a mace, caving in skull’s with a firm yank. Then it came, with a tiger echo fist the waves parted like the red sea; the briefest of moments the Dwarf eyed the survivors; by now his fist ablaze from the Heated Combat as he seemed to ignore the wounds that gave his frame a crimson hue. A single dry sentence crept past his lips in a dry whisper as the blue orbs periced the darkness, the bloodstained eyes seemed focused beyond the mobs immediately before him. So much so that he didn't notice the guardian charge past him, rather the dwarf gave a corse chuckle as he began to thunder through the ranks shattered by the guardian.

“Tell hell I aren’t got no ticket.”

The punchline soon followed after.

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Eventually when Saber and kittygrey and @0x1dea arrived at the Dwarf's carriage, there was an absence of form of life there. Curious considering the heavy resistance up to that point, what there was plenty of though was torn up furniture; some torn by claws, others caved in by a body hitting it with considerable force. The lights flickered; even a causal analysis would indicate that at some point a humanoid figure had been smashed against the roof from a firm uppercut. Eventually they would reach a caved in iron door and even as they crossed over into the next carriage there was again indication of struggle, this time the faint clash of combat served as an tension breaker; if anything the struggle had seemed to have intensified within this chamber, the wind whistled through shattered window and bent frames and the tell-tale signs of crimson that served as a crude imitation of a red carpet.

"Took ya bloodeh time."

The crude tone carried through from the next doorframe of the door. The squat fellow was hunched up against the entrance of the next carriage, a bottle in one hand, the other rested on the pin that kept this carriage connected to the next. His entire body punctuated by crude scratches and light punctures, his gaze weary but firm in the darkness. It was apparent that the series of battles had taken it's toll on the Dwarf though as the party approached the fellow pulled himself up to his feet with a sigh; the fight hadn’t left him yet, though had it not been for the regenerative qualities of his gear the half strider might had stopped short of that personal goal.

“Clearin’ two carriages solo aren’t easeh fa a soft tank like mahself, hurrah up, we hav’ a train ta catch.” A loud rumble left the Dwarf as he gestured through to Oxford's carriage.

 by now heated combat was so charged up that each of them could only last a single blow before crumbling charred ashes. The Dwarf only stopped swinging when nothing stood before him; his gauntlets and ascot tie gave his hp substance to keep going as he reached the pin, bent down and lightly threaded his fingers around it. The mobs in this carriage at least seemed too distracted by Oxfords onslaught to pay the bloodied Dwarf heed. Though when Saber and Kitty did catch up a distinctive rumble did erupt from the stocky biped as he gestured them with a tried gaze.

[kittygrey]

HP: 89% MP: 62%

This was it. The battle had started and the ghouls were restless with the want to fight. If any time was the time to be ready for a long, tough battle, it was now, but Ame didn't feel it. She knew once she actually started fighting, actually started taking down the creepy creatures, she would be, but even with Saber at her back, she was frightened. She knew the ghouls could probably sense it, sense her fear, but she remained calm, stood with confidence with her anima blade in hand. Now was a better time than any to act and that she did. She lunged forward, swinging her glowing blade at the group. It took her one wing to take out five of the creatures and because of the race of the creatures, being undead and all, her anima blade caused more damage than if she were to fight a regular enemy. She smirked and lunged forward again, thrusting her two foot sword into three enemies. They instantly dissipated. She glanced quickly to her mana bar. With the blade out and spell walk activated, she was losing mana, but the rate was a lot less than she had anticipated. This could be a good thing. She couldn't just put the fighting aside and stand back and heal, not this time, she had to be apart of the fight. She had been waiting for an event like this, to prove herself a worthy opponent and worth teammate. She had been itching to be on the battle front. She knew her job, and what she had to do once the boss battle began, but in such close quarters, there was no way she could just stand back. No way she could not fight. Once she had hit a few enemies, watched them disappear before her eyes, she couldn't help but grin. She would be a formidable opponent, but she would also be a formidable ally. Speaking of being a formidable ally, once she had a clear path to the next train, she glanced back at Saber.

"Come on, there's a clear path to the next train!" As she looked at him though, her eyes narrowing in on him. She instantly noticed a change in him, in his eyes, in his over all behavior. She narrowed her eyes on him even more, making her vision blur slightly with the closed eyes. She had heard his plan, to regroup at their train, but how long would that take? They had to take out the carriages quickly and defeating everything in sight would take a while, especially with two of their teammates on other cars. She shook her head as she ended Anima Blade and instantly her staff reappeared in her hand. She needed to save her mana for the boss fight. She only had three mana potions and they were only lesser mana potions, they could only heal her mana pool by five points. She grumbled, wishing she had gotten Lavi to make her higher ones, but they hadn't seen each other in a while, so it was a task that deemed impossible for the time being. She would need some time eventually to gain it back, before the boss fight, but on a train where each car was packed with the undead, that would prove hard as she would eventually have to do her actual job, and heal her teammates. Even still, she knew they could get through this, they just had to take out the cars faster than what they were doing. Coming back to her original though, she shook her head again. No, they were going about this all wrong. "Saber, we have to unhook the cars. The conductor didn't say anything about killing every enemy on them! We should go to the next carriage and take out the caboose. We can't just stay here and wait for the others! We should work towards them as they work towards us!" She was afraid, the look in his eyes, more afraid than facing the ghouls that now stood in between her and the assassin. She couldn't understand the change in him, but she knew something was wrong. He wasn't thinking clearly and they didn't have time for his antics of wanting to kill everything in sight, but she was more afraid that, now he would try to fight her and lose sight of their mission overall, especially now that she was trying to make a new plan. She shook her head, she couldn't think about the demonic glare in the glow of his eyes, not now, they had a mission to complete and if it was necessary, she would take out the caboose with Saber on it. The thought made her frightful, she didn't want to have to leave him behind, but it wasn't just his life on the line anymore and it wasn't just hers, she had to be the one to do what was best for the team and if she couldn't drag him to the next car with him, she would have no choice but to leave him behind, but she really hoped it wouldn't have to come to that..

As she batted off a few of the enemies, she activated her team chat. "We're going to try to unhook the caboose." As she spoke, she looked warily at Saber, hoping he wouldn't be too upset with her for changing the plan. "You guys get to us as quickly as possible and don't worry about killing everything in sight, that isn't our mission. The conductor said to defeat him and his passengers, we have to unhook the cars, so that's where our focus should be! Don't unhook any cars until you get to us though! We have to do it together!" All throughout her speech, she would be batting at the ghouls. She was worried, really worried. If they continued to focus on the wrong things, there was no hope of them making it to the conductor or making it off this train in one piece. Saber's mind wasn't clear, something had happened to him, some sort of possession, so she had to be the one to step up to the plate, and remind the others of their actual mission. "Saber! Let's move!" She called across the growing group of ghouls and began smacking them, one by one. She had to reach Saber, if he wasn't already listening to her and fighting towards her as well, and pull his ass to the next cart. The ghouls grabbed at her, scratched at her and bit at her, but she kept whacking, kept moving. She focused on the plan, and not on the burning feeling that their zombie hands left on her. She kept moving forward, had to keep moving forward. Her reactive heal had kicked in and healed her once in the beginning so her health bar was still pretty high, but if she didn't reach the others, who knew what the state of their health was. Hers might not last that long if they didn't watch each others back. It was bad positioning that they were each on different cars, but that was the luck of the draw. They just had to regroup and they needed to remain as a group afterwards. She would take out the caboose and focus on taking out every single last car on the train until they reached the others, until they reached the engine room. That was where their true goal was laying in wait, that's where they would find the conductor!

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Words 1259
Tags @0x1dea, Tobin, Saber
Skills Used [SpellWalk] [Anima Blade]
Notes ---

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

The thirst for blood pulsed in Saber’s veins faster than his adrenaline could fill his muscles, and he could feel the heat filling his core like magma. His vision blurred, a red tint forming around the corners of his eyes, and the grip on his blades became even fiercer. The Assassin’s daggers swirled in his finger tips and he separated himself from Kitty. He had to press and waiting for the other two would get him and the blonde killed. The Conductor was on the opposite side of the train and there was no doubt that getting to him would be difficult. The sheer number of train cars and beasts filling each of them was enough to make the Assassin impatient. The clock was ticking, and Saber wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. He knew his objective and knew how to get the job done; now he just needed to execute.

Stepping forward, the Assassin whisked his dagger across the throat of another demon. It snarled loudly and gurgled, blood spurting forth from the wound and the creature’s mouth. Saber sucked his teeth at the sight before stuffing his second blade through the creature’s skull. With a harsh kick, he shoved the exploding mass of pixels out of his face. Rotten dogs of hell, that’s what these creatures were. They were soulless mounds of flesh and bone with no minds of their own; zombies of the conductor. The damned necromancer had most likely absorbed thousands of lost souls, trapped them onto his train, and had driven them mad. Along the way, he must have given them some mutations! And it was all sickening. The whole damn thing made Saber’s stomach twist, and so did his anger. Every demon on this train was a soul that had been tampered with for the Conductor’s own game. Saber couldn’t free all of them but they seemed to understand that he wasn’t going to spare them either.

The Assassin swirled about his heels and sliced to his left, kicked back to his right, and then flipped over his head to avoid being swatted at. As his toes touched the floor, the player burst forward and lowered his shoulder. With all of his weight, his strength, and his raw momentum; the Assassin blasted one of the demons forward and dove into the large crowd of dangerous foes. His hands squeezed the hilts of his daggers and the Assassin began to twirl. His feet tapped the floor to the beat of death, and his fingers held onto his instruments tight. Blood splattered into the air like visual notes of his song. The wails and screams from the demons faded and all Saber was able to hear was the whisking of air, and the low snarl of a beast lurking within his chest. The man grinned beneath his scarf and he assaulted the herd of Demons like one himself. Slash after slash tore into flesh. Limbs were severed, arteries cut, bones shattered, muscles pierced; Saber brought down his own judgment as he struck one monster after another. Then, the Assassin sheathed his swords and clenched his fists. He was no monk, but by the Gods he would rip these bastards apart with his own neeping hands!

“COME HERE!” The Demonic Adventurer roared and began to swing his fists and legs like a wild warrior. His knuckles cracked into jaws and his shins swiped out ankles. His fingers dug into flesh, tattered clothing, and bashed against metal. His attacks didn’t do as much damage as his daggers did, but what he did with each attack was the true definition of damage. Not only did Saber simply strike his foes, but he tossed them out of the train. Each move he made pushed his enemies back, and each heavy blow caused one or two to fly out of the door. When he needed a heavier hit, Saber would use the demons themselves and physically remove them from his sight; he’d thrown them right out the door. And when his arms finally got tired, Saber drew one of his daggers from its sheath and started to cut again. One swing after another, cut after cut, stab after stab! Oh it felt so good! Blood flowed like water, spalttering onto the man’s face, onto the windows and walls! It stained his clothes, his blades glowed red, and his smile widened. Saber was no monk, but the Assassin used his entire body to move the herd until the sound of another train caused him to backstep.

A moment later, another familiar face appeared in the reddened vision of the Assassin; Oxford. The Guardian forced his way through. Saber’s eyes narrowed and he let out a huff. With a hard step, the Assassin moved to his right, giving the Guardian space to move through. Once he was through, the gap was filled with a dagger. It stabbed into the floor in the middle of the open space and an orange sigil burned on its side. The sound of a hard snapping rattled the air, and then the dagger exploded. The air of zombified demons was eradicated and part of the train car emptied. A moment later, Kitty dashed forward and plowed her own way trhough, reaching the next door, and barking orders at the same time. The Assassin only huffed in response and stabbed another demon through its skull.

“How amusing…” The man chuckled and kicked the demon that was on his blade out of the train car. He then turned towards Oxford and his eyes narrowed. The man looked a little rough around the edges, but the was to be expected. This train wasn’t going to be easy to best. Then again, it was being headed by the same bastard Homados remembered… or was he? No, it had to have been him… That damned Conductor…

“No rest for the weary, Guardian.” After his short words, the Assassin turned away from the other player and another throwing knife. In a fit of strikes, the man cleared his own path through to the next train car, leaving a trail of sparkling lights and pixelated bits behind him. Once he was clear, he stepped across the opening between the cars and twirled the throwing knife he held around in his fingers. An orange sigil appeared on its side and the man snarled beneath his scarf.

“Move! Get through the doors!” He barked towards the other two and held onto one of the bars from the doorway. As he waited, the Assassin hung out from the door and waited. Once Kitty and Oxford had passed through, Saber would throw the dagger into the center of the coupler which held the cars together. Then, he’d pull himself inside and blast the linkage apart, separating the rear car from the next. As the car blasted away, Saber stepped away from the door and continued forward towards the next car. Thankfully, the Dwarf fellow had cleared out his own car so Saber didn’t worry much about anything spawning on them, except for when the mist started. Even so he kept his stride. The Assassin kept his glaring eyes pointed forward towards his goal; the Conductor’s car, and stepped across through the next door. He dropped his next throwing knife into the linkage and set off another explosion once the party was through again, sending the second car into the darkness behind them. However this was where the easy stuff ended. The Dwarf had been kind enough to clear some cars and the caboose was also dealt with, but that left six more cars between them and the Conductor.

“Six left.” The words came out in a mutter and Saber sheathed his dagger, drawing his twin swords instead. He squeezed them tight, anger seething out of his teeth as he breathed. This damn train… If he had the opportunity, he’d go back and obliterate the other cars. Yet, his goal was not the train. No. Saber was going to slice the head off the Conductor and look into the bastard’s eyes as every bit of life left him. That was his goal; death to the pathetic being who controlled this spawn of Hades.

“I’m coming for you, Conductor.” Saber rumbled as he passed by the Dwarf and into the next car. The instant he stepped inside, a demon lunged at him.

Saber sliced its head off.

: Post Title :
-Blood Splatters-

: Word Count :
1398

: Skills Used :
Exploding Sigil

: Tagged :
Saber, @0x1dea, Tobin, kittygrey

: Notes :
Solate. Muchslow.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Tobin]

(OOC: I will make a post to get the ball rolling again, I applogise for an extremely rushed ending and I will be adjusting that when I get the chance; I have been busy with my new placement for the last 3 weeks, so I barely had time to write. Woooo! So heres a little placeholder until I can get right into it; I don't intend to leave the post as it is and I fully intend on rewriting this properly over the next couple days, but feel free to start writing. AND STOP RUNNING THROUGH THE TRAIN OXFORD. XD @0x1dea, Saber, kittygrey)

WC: 319

The surge of relief invigorated the Dwarf's battered frame with a firm tug on the wall; after the unwise decision to play dead he was finally united with the party! Somewhat less invigorating was that as they passed the warmth of healing he expected never came; the party immediate pushed forward into the next carriage. His displeasure was evident in the way his nose twitched as took up the rear with a weight to every step; but then again he had contributed to one of the least coordinated party attacks in the history of raids, thus it was only understandable that details were lost.

"Wut? Whures mah- Blah Fine, I do it myself."

With a firm grip and yank the pin became free with a loud tang; the carriage behind soon a distant memory of the tunnels of time. In moment of respite; the stoppers of several alcoholic beverages were uncorked and downed in rapid succession, the relief from the pains in his body was immediate as the cloud of intoxication spread through his mind as the health bar increased to 66%. Before the fellow followed on; stray blows pushed aside any fresh spawning demons that threatened the flank; before long the party had arrived at the next door to yet another carriage. With a sigh the Dwarf clenched a palm into a fist as he began to gather the energy of life, a faint blue radiance emulated from the nexus the heat was drawn into him; the cabin soon carried the air of the longest winter night. A single sentance let a thin mist escape his lung's, a simple suggestion of his intent.

"'ey, hang on a mo fella's."

With that he would stride past the party, kicked open the door and with a loud voice he spoke a simple sentance softly as the glowing white was outstretched towards the first wave of abominations.

"Boras', wind oaf tha' mountain north."

Immediately the carnage of spirits was replaced with a sharp bellow of sheer white cone as immediately the shreik of many voices was arruptly cut short, like daggers the cold pentrated and cut the demented spectors to the core to leave each anchored in place as frozen paraodies of their previous, unliving selves. Without pause the Dwarf took the lead on the opening charge and banked left, a stunted wraith that seemed to flirt with each creature in passing, a single blow directed to each.

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Wait, 5 more carriages? But for the sake of posting efficiency, I’m going to finish up this quickie with a montage of punches so that someone else may post, because I’ve been working the last 3 weeks and I’m shattered.

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PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH DOUBLE KILL, PUNCH PUNCH TRIPLE KILL PUNCH PUNCH QUADUPLE KILL PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH KILLMONJO PUNCH PUNCH and you know what the Dwarf is going to do when he gets there? He’s gonna go up to that fat, demonised controller and punch him firmly in the bollocks, YES, RIGHT IN THE BOLOCKS WHILE HE’S MONTAGING. Just to remind him of what lies underneath the belt.

[kittygrey]

HP: 89% MP: 75%

Ame shifted her eyes between the ghouls and Saber and then Oxford, who had appeared before her. How long had he been there? Either way, it didn't really matter as Saber was now blowing his way through the ghouls. She ran, beating off flailing ghouls as they came at her, only looking back to see the carts being derailed, one by one as they made their way to the first car. She turned back to the ghouls. Saber was doing good of ridding the train cars so she had to do her best to clear the cars as the went along as well. She couldn't waver, couldn't let her thoughts focus on the change in him, or even focus on what anyone else was doing at this point, though she did manage to sneak in a thought of Tobin. They were on the sixth car and he was still no where in sight, though she could hear him up ahead. Where exactly was that dwarf anyways!?

She picked up her feet, knocking back ghouls as she went. She had a few scratches, but nothing that needed healing just yet. Her mana was slowly recovering and if she didn't use it at all, she should have been back at one hundred percent percent once they reached the conductor, the boss of the train. She blew out a tired sigh as she pushed back three of the ghouls, slamming her staff into them as if they were nothing. They were simply just obstacles in the way of their current goal. Finally, she rushed onto the fifth cart, only to she a crowd of ghouls fly off of the cart in front of her. She swung her staff again, constantly, as she knocked a few off of the train car, slowly making her way to the fourth cart. She knew Saber and Oxford weren't far behind so she was sure that it would be okay to head forward. She would make it to Tobin and with the team in full, they could push forward much smoother, then again, she wasn't sure if the team was in full yet, as she hadn't seen, or heard a word from the other man. Freedrick. Where could he have gone to? It was possible that he was with Oxford and Saber, though she hadn't seen him. Regardless, she pushed her thoughts aside and pushed forward.

By now, the sixth car should have been derailed, and she was nearing the entrance to the fourth. She swung, hit and sent the ghouls flying off of the car, despite their constant grabs. They were trying to push her off of the cart, trying to get her out of their conductors way, but she wouldn't let them, no, she wasn't dying, not here and not now. She would push through until the end. She wanted to prove herself, not only to Saber, not only to her current team, but to herself. She wanted to prove to herself that she was strong, that she could endure whatever was put in front of her. She took a quick glance at her mana. It was almost there. Just a bit more. Then she noticed that her health was at the same it had been when she had gotten hurt. It must have been because she took small hits here and there, so her health bar would gain and then diminish as she went, which was fine. With the whole team, it would be easier to gain ome back and hopefully she would only have to use a small field spell to regain all of their health to one hundred before they faced the boss of the level. She blew out a breath and kept swinging.

She jumped her way into the fourth cart. There few ghouls, and smack dab in the middle of them was a short figure. She blew out a breath and smiled. Good, he was here! She made her way to him, fighting of the ghouls that were climbing onto the cart and found herself nearing the dwarf. "Tobin!" She ran to the dwarf, still swinging, until she had reached him. She gave him a quick smile and wiped her forehead, the amount of ghouls on this car allowing her to take a breather. She felt exhausted already, never fighting so many enemies at once. "It's so nice to see you.." Her voice was quiet as she watched for the others. They should have been here by now, or so she thought, but she knew they weren't far behind her. She swallowed hard, hoping nothing had happened to them and turned to focus her attention on the left over ghouls. She smacked one in the head with her staff and sent him flying into the darkness of the tunnel.

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Words 798
Tags @0x1dea, Tobin, Saber
Skills Used ---
Notes ---

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey