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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 4:38:06 GMT
Progress on the expansion of the train system was going marvelously; many zones were fully prepared, and others were nearing completion. However, progress had been lacking in Londinium. Many of the workers had complained about the old tunnels - which showed signs of once having train tracks running through them - being full of monsters. Adventurers were advised to enter these tunnels in capable parties to clear out the zone of any monsters, preparing it for the workers to peacefully lay down new tracks, free of harm.
A black haired Half-Alv stood at the entrance to the decrepit tunnels, waiting. Many of the Adventurers helping the cause of establishing the Trains had heard one of the guild masters had taken on the job of leading a party through the tunnels to clear it out. Dumah Iino, guild master of Noihara, was the one who had taken on the job. In preparation, he ensured all of his equipment was in peak condition.
As Adventurers and workers started to appear, he announced in a loud voice, "I am seeking any Adventurers willing to join me into these tunnels! We must exterminate any monsters inside, so as to allow the train workers to safely expand the tracks through here! All who are interested, come stand before me and introduce yourself!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 4:54:22 GMT
Dorian had heard of the issue of monsters filling the old tunnel system during his exploration of Londinium, his concern and curiosity getting the better of him as he now found himself headed towards the nearby tunnels. Relatively new to the combative scene here in this world, he decided his best bet would be to tag along with a larger group, perhaps help them clear out one of these zones in expert fashion. Hurrying along the outlined streets, it didn't take him long before he found the tracks, his eyes going wide as he spotted the vast amount of construction equipment set up in the surrounding area. This was evidently a large project, and he was sure that a helping hand would be welcome, even at his low level. It was then that he heard the outcry from nearby, a loud announcement coming from the entrance to the desolate and darkened tunnel system. Dorian had picked up on murmurs of a guild master taking on the task of clearing out the tunnels, so he assumed this was the one he'd have to approach. Dusting himself off, resetting his scabbard upon his back, he swiftly moved forward, approaching the what now appeared to be a black-haired man, possibly Half-Alv. Nodding his head in a show of determination, he wandered toward him, standing firm in front of the guild master and bowing his head with respect. "I am Dorian, an adventurer. I... wish to pledge my service to the cause of exterminating the creatures that impede the progress of construction here, if you'll have me." With that, he lifted his head back up, wide violet eyes nervously anticipating his reply.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 5:08:25 GMT
 Sayha had stayed in Londinium for the past few days to just kind of cool down. There was a lot of excitement going on, especially with the trains. She had been spending a lot of time on the Isle of Grain working on the map and needed a break temporarily. She knew Hiro had been pretty busy the last few days as well, getting ready for the Guild Leader meeting as well as refurbishing the Londinum Station.
Recently though, she had overheard some railway workers talking about the Londinium Underground tunnels. Apparently, the monsters had become even more active than usual thanks to all of the activity. She saw a posting that another guild leader had decided to take on the challenge of cleaning out the tunnels, and that any who might be interested to go by the entrance and check it out.
When Sayha arrived, she saw someone she recognized almost right away. It was Dumah, an adventurer she had previously partied with. Granted, the last party didn’t turn out very well, at least in her opinion. After he announced that he was looking for adventurers to exterminate the monsters, she knew that he must have been the guild leader that she heard about. Thinking back, she remembered someone saying that he was the leader of Noihara, one of the guilds that Hiro would invite for the Guild Leader meeting.
Since Sayha had been helping with the trains, she felt that she needed to continue helping. Besides, killing some monsters was a good stress reliever.
Sayha walked forward towards Dumah, “I believe you don’t need me to introduce myself. If you’re leading the party to clean the tunnels, then I’ll join you for now. I hope things will be better this time around, Dumah.”
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 20:23:40 GMT
To be honest, Kane hadn't done a whole lot when it came to big groups. It's not that he was afraid of them, its just mainly that he found it "difficult" to find the right one. For the most part, he tended to either keep to himself or just lend a helping hand as he passed through. So in the end, its not that he was against the group, but was actually a little bit excited about the prospect of it. One thing was for sure though; seeing as how he was now a high enough level, he figured he may be able to find and carve for himself a more sizable chunk of this world for his own. If anything, he saw this as an opportunity to find others who thought like he did, were willing to delve a little deeper into the system and world around them, not afraid of the consequences that knowledge could bring.
But he digressed. He was here now to worry about clearing the tunnels, and as such, he would need to be focused on the task at hand. He approached the leader of the party, Dumah, and introduced himself, extending a patchwork hand from within his dark robes, and giving as good a smile as he could manage with the cross-stitching across his mouth.
"Noctis Corvo, resident Heretic, Scribe, Sage and patchwork man at your service."
His violet and gold eyes seemed to contain a lively soul within the decrepid and rather frail frame of the man, as though the person inside was probably much more ready than the frail body was. His black and purple hair hung loosely stewn about his head, almost at times seeming to almost cover up his eyes.
"I take it this is the extermination crew then?" he said with a light tone, chuckling a tiny bit as he did so. "I look forward to exploring the depths of madness with you all."
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 15, 2015 3:55:28 GMT
Trains. That’s what everyone seemed to be talking about these days. While the inforstructure was going to be great with getting around, there were still apparently a lot of jobs needed to be done before it could be fully integrated into the usual way of life. He’d caught trains before, but as a proud car owner he didn’t always use the system that seemed to work out well enough without his contribution. Since coming into the Unfounded Kingdom, such luxuries didn’t exist in either form, and with shorter legs than most other people it made getting around take much longer. It was only going to be a problem until he had access to a few more pacts, but levels stopped that from being useful now.
As chance would have it, he was out for a stroll and heard a very familiar voice, projecting in a very familiar way. A chill went down Fletcher’s spine at the thought of what had happened the last time he’d heard that voice. He had grown since then, much stronger in fact, but the ridiculousness of the whole ordeal still echoed in the forefront of his mind whenever he went to St Pancras to shop for goods. Rather than being the first to volunteer, Fletcher stood where he stopped with his arms folded, frowning, and looked to Dumah to see who would take up arms against the monsters in the tunnels. First there was a new guy, or at least someone who’d neglected levelling. Not that he could blame the newbie, he’d done the same after finding the pleasures of not being on a countdown to a premature death and revelled in just being alive. Then there was Sayha; she had a good head on her shoulders and was easy to work with the last time he’d volunteered to help Dumah out in his wild escapades. With her, the party was bound to be much more successful.
Then there was a Heretic. He’d heard of them from Bailin, and how they and Wardens were opposites of the same coin. He didn’t seem as new as the Shaman that had approached, but having bolstered levels was already seeming better for Dumah. If they were on a monster hunt, and had that team lineup, then they should be fine. Should was the operative word here, as Carbuncle roused his attention. The cheeky fox had seemed to find a means to call itself out on its own accord whilst they were in Londinium, and had the habit of just appearing when Fletcher was least expecting it; at least Sylph only came when called. The fox bumped its head against Fletchers and spoke in a hushed done in oddspeak, knowing Fletcher would be doing the same to not seem odd talking to a fox in some other, non-common tongue. ””Master? Dumah doesn’t have a healer.” Fletcher by this stage was already making a move to leave the entrance to the tunnel, leaving the party be when Carbuncle spoke. He stopped and looked back, seeing no one else in the crowd coming forward to join Dumah’s party, but rather forming other parties on their own. It didn’t look good but Fletcher wasn’t invested, making a move to leave again. Carbuncle persisted, nipping at the dwarf’s ear.”Master? Are you going to let them die? You could heal! We could heal! Healing for everyone!”
Fletcher sighed, puffed up his chest and patted Carbuncle on the head, turning on his heel and marching towards Dumah, determined look on his face. Or was it annoyance? Frustration maybe? Either way, the crowd seemed to part for the Summoner, Carbuncle semi navigating a direct path from where they were to the Swashbuckler. He looked at Sayha, giving her a nod. Looked at the two he hadn’t been introduced to, sizing them up but saying nothing. Then came Dumah; the dwarf looked up at the man, arms folded high on his chest and looking serious. Carbuncle, being the foil to this whole ensemble chittered happily to itself, happy to see a familiar couple of faces. ”We’re burning daylight, Dumah. Let’s get down into this tunnel.” Fletcher puilled out his Mana Powered Flashlight and proceeded to walk past Dumah into the depths, waiting for no invitation into the party but going at a pace easy for the others to catch up.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2015 4:11:37 GMT
Words: 1340 Total: 1555 Tags: @serenityspace @shadowsaiph Fletcher Noctis Corvo Music: Dungeon MusicNote: Anyways, the reason I say 35 is because I recently put in an AP claim. Tobin told me he'd approve it tomorrow, so I figured this way I'm not locked at 29 because of something I wrote. Until it's (at least provisionally) approved, I won't enter combat. We'll enter combat next round, but if he hasn't approved it by then, I'll wait a bit. If he declines my claim, I'll edit my post to say 29 and you can commence with the poking fun at me for not leveling since the ring fiasco, Sayha. Just know I'll mention your Starter gear. :l
After some time, a few Adventurers had come to join the efforts to clear through the dungeon. Dumah stood before the entrance of the tunnels, waiting as a young Adventurer with a sheathed katana came near. A katana and cloth armor... Perhaps he were an agile Samurai, who prefers to tank by dodging attacks as opposed to taking them, similar to Dumah. The man bowed his head as he stood before Dumah, showing his respect - an action Dumah appreciated. The boy introduced himself as Dorian, stating that he came hearing the news of a group forming together to clear out the tunnels and allow the workers to continue their work - though, up until now it was no group, just Dumah. After he introduced himself, he lifted his head back up and the formalities between the two ended. Dumah eyed the young man a bit, examining his equipment. From what Dumah could tell by simply looking, he was still wearing the Starter gear set. Judging from this, Dumah expected the man to be a low level; the monsters of this zone are known to reach levels as high as thirty, and he was unsure if he would want to risk bringing someone so vulnerable through. Dumah held his chin, pondering. 'I can likely escort him through given my levels...' Dumah nodded, reaching his decision. "All right, welcome to the party." He smiled, glad to have his party starting to grow; surely the Samurai would be of use despite his lacking equipment. Soon, Dumah noticed a dark purple streak approach in the corner of his peripheral vision. The Half-Alv looked towards the approaching amethyst color to see the figure of a woman he was glad to see again. Sayha approached, standing before him as she spoke. She stated that she doubted she would need to introduce herself to Dumah, all though Dorian would probably need the introduction. Either way, it barely mattered since he would see her information once the party was formed. Dumah smiled, knowing it would be a big help to have Sayha tag along. "I am glad to see you will be joining us, Sayha. I too hope everything will operate more smoothly than last we met." As the small group stood around, waiting for more people to step forth and join in the extermination squad, the party was approached by a very... shall we say, interesting man. He seemed like something out of a low-budget horror film, with patchwork stitches all over his body. He stood before Dumah, extending his hand and attempting to smile. He gave a very abrupt and to the point introduction, stating his name, his class, his crafting and roleplay subclasses. The man's eyes seemed as though resting within were a much livelier spirit than that of the decrepit husk who stood before the Half-Alv. Dumah smiled politely, firmly grabbing the man's offered hand, shaking it and bowing a bit. "A pleasure to have you with us, Mr. Corvo." Dumah once again stood straight, releasing the Heretic's hand. Corvo spoke with a light tone, chuckling softly as he did so. However, his words were cut short by a familiar voice from a familiar man. "We're burning daylight," the familiar man stated, Interrupting the words of the Heretic. This familiar man walked straight past the party, carrying a flashlight powered by mana, with which he illuminated the dark tunnels. It was quite clear there were other places Fletcher would rather be, particularly: Not here. As he walked past, Dumah released a soft sigh of relief, grateful to have a capable healer join the party. With a complete group, Dumah quickly tapped at the air, navigating his menu and inviting all of the players who had expressed their desire to assist with clearing the tunnels out. [Dumah has invited you to join his party! <Accept> <Decline> Time before request time-out: 60, 59, 58...] One by one, everybody accepted the invitations extended to them, and their names and basic information all appeared in the menu dedicated to party info. The first bar showed Dumah's own information. - Dumah - Swashbuckler, 35 - ((I'll explain in an OOC note)) There was a small crown icon in the corner of the Swashbuckler icon, indicating Dumah's position as the Party Leader. Next, in the second line, was Dorian's information. - Dorian - Shaman, 1 - That was the first thing that came to Dumah as a surprise: the man he had expected to be a Samurai by his choice of weaponry had turned out to be a Shaman. Why he chose such a piece of equipment, Dumah would never know. The next lines all showed the rest of the party information. - Sayha - Assassin, 28 - Sayha had made leaps and bounds in her level since last they met. Dumah was happy to see her progressing well. - Noctis Corvo - Heretic, 20 - - Fletcher - Summoner, 29 - Just as Sayha had done, Fletcher too had risen in his levels quite quickly. Dumah knew he had made a poor first impression on the Dwarf, but he hoped to patch things up between them so as to ensure great cooperation with him. The only person in the party Dumah was worried about was the Shaman, Dorian. He had weak equipment and low levels, and Dumah hoped this would not prove to be a mistake. As the party walked through the dim cavern, the Swashbuckler held his chin, looking at a slight downward angle, holding his chin gently as he pondered how the Shaman could be of assistance to the much higher leveled party members. After giving it some consideration and contemplation, Dumah approached Dorian. "Dorian, I was thinking of what you could do at such a low level to assist the party. As most of us will be focusing on combat and support, I believe you would serve best fulfilling the roles of Operator and Field Monitor." The Shaman seemed a bit confused by the suggestion. "Operator and Field Monitor? They sound familiar, but I'm afraid you'll have to explain, sir Dumah. As you said, I'm a low level, but I'm willing to help in any way I can." "Then I shall explain them. First, I shall define the Operator: they serve a more supportive and tactical role, observing the status of the party. Should someone's health drop low, or should someone have a debuff on them, alert us so the healer can do their work. Next, the Field Monitor: they serve another purpose, which is to observe the battleground, keeping watch for any opposing patrols or wandering enemies, alerting the party if anything should join the fray." "Hmm, I see... So I would essentially be finding a suitable position to watch over the battlefield, both studying the enemy forces for reinforcements and surprise tactics, as well as keeping an eye on party status, such as debuffs and low health, in order to work with the healer efficiently and decisively. I can certainly give those tasks my best, though I'll need to be using Telepathy a lot. I also have a few skills that could help if I accidentally pull a monster or two on myself, though if we work together it shouldn't be a problem. Very well, I'm in." "I am glad to hear that. Should you pull any monsters, you need simply to call for me and I will come help if I can." "Like I said: I'm willing to help in any way I can. From what I've heard about this train project, it seems like help is definitely needed." After the two finished their discussion, Dumah walked ahead of Fletcher, serving as the party's vanguard. "Sayha and I shall lead the party. Being fighters, we are most suited for such a position. Fletcher and Dorian, stay in the back out of harm's way. Mr. Corvo, I am afraid I do not know the style of a Heretic, so I leave your position to your own choice." 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Post by Sark on Oct 15, 2015 9:55:17 GMT
The silence of the tracks was broken abruptly by high pitched barking, which echoed down the empty rail corridor. Judging from the overlapping noises, it was clear that there were several creatures working in concert and hunting down their prey. The barking reached a crescendo, then there was silence. Those with acute ears may be able to just make out the sound of boot slapping concrete and feral growls. Within a few seconds though the barking returned, and from the way the noise undulated it was clear that the noise makers were moving, racing even through the dark tunnels.
"Ace Move: Zantetsuken!" A flicker of light glimmered for a second on an old steel door before it burst in two, the top half flinging itself across the corridor to loudly clamber against the rounded wall. A murky, short figure sprinted out from the newly formed hole. It landed just long enough to take three steps across the platform before leaping down onto the tracks.
"Mind the Gap!"
He cried with equal parts exhilaration and terror, landing where the tracks once had lay. Sark took a moment to get his bearings and recover, noting that he seemed to now be in the old Central Tube station. His breathing was ragged, and his fine, tailored clothes were covered in dust, ancient grease and concrete scuff. White tiles now grimy and broken with age lined the corridor as far as the eye could see in both directions. Several parts of the tunnel had experienced minor cave ins, letting filtered light up just enough of the corridor for the samurai to make out several uneven heaps of rubble on the ground. He didn't have time to gauge his surroundings more, for once again the barking starting up. Pouring from the newly opened door were a half dozen kobolds. Terror once again replaced exhilaration, and ducking his chin to run that little bit faster Sark took off in a random direction. All he had wanted was a short-cut to Windsor Greatwood via the infamous "sewer shortcut," but his zen navigation has instead led him into a kobold nest instead.
His legs were burning with exhaustion, but he had no chance against that many foes; his forte was single combat rather than group combat, and kobolds were said to be masters of fighting in dark, cramped quarters. He rounded a gentle bend and immediately saw the artificial light of a mana powered torch. Several moving silhouttes were behind the light source, and with tired arms Sark desperately waved to catch their attention.
"Hey!" He shouted, "Hey! Run! Kobolds are right behind me!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2015 10:12:09 GMT
Dorian stood perfectly still as the stranger inspected his attire and equipment, his nerves beginning to grow as he realised just how silly he looked; a meagre level 1 Shaman, clad in nothing but a set of Starter Cloth Armour and a katana. Alas, he had only managed to complete a single quest so far, and even then that was with someone's help. Hopefully, if by some miracle he was accepted into the mission to clear the dungeon before them, he could possibly get stronger; but as always, his main concern was being of as much help as he could be. That was what he strived for after all. Helping. His arms rested rigidly by his sides as he waited in anticipation for the guild master's response. "All right, welcome to the party." Dorian blinked at his sudden acceptance, looking down at himself in surprise before looking back up with a genuine smile curled along his lips, giving a single nod before muttering in reply, "Thank you! I won't let you down, sir." He wasn't sure about how he would react to the formal title, but that was just Dorian's way of being polite. Stepping to one side, Dorian dusted off his attire with broad strokes of his palms, attempting to get rid of any creases and crumples in his clothing, so as to make himself look more presentable for the others that were beginning to approach. He watched in awe as they began to gather around the guild master, amazed at how powerful they all looked... Judging from their gear, he guessed they were probably above 20, a few possibly closer to 30! And here he was, little to nothing to his name. Alas, poor Dorian, I knew him, Horatio. Skrowe's adorable, yet annoying voice beckoned from within the vestiges of Dorian's mind, causing him to scratch at the back of his neck out of irritation. "Shush you," he whispered off to the side, doing his best to avoid letting the others hear. An adorable, chibi snicker was all he got in reply. Damn scarecrow. One after the other, the rest of the group gathered, and eventually the time came to join the party. [Dumah has invited you to join his party!] <Accept> <Decline> [Time before request time-out: 60, 59, 58...] Hitting the 'Accept' button as it came up on his interface, he watched as the party information panel filled with each of the other adventurer's names. Dumah was at the top, labeled as the leader, and a Swashbuckler to boot; he must be the guild master he had spoken to first. Dorian's own name was under that, the glaring number 1 poking out at him irritatingly. Next was the female, an Assassin by the name of Sahya; by the way she and Dumah had spoken to one another, they seemed to know each other previously. Interesting. Next was the rather menacing man, who looked to be patched together haphazardly, named Noctis Corvo. Fancy name, and a Heretic to boot. The last addition was a Summoner, a dwarf by the name of Fletcher. Hold on to these ones, they mean business. Dorian shook his head to get Skrowe to shut up, but he knew it wouldn't actually work. The woes of having a constant Shikigami companion. Once the party was gathered and ready, the group set off into the tunnel, Dorian finding himself near the front of the bandwagon somehow, just behind Fletcher, which probably wasn't a good idea. However, this proved useful as Dumah approached him, rubbing his chin as if in contemplation. "Dorian, I was thinking of what you could do at such a low level to assist the party." Blinking softly, Dorian tilted his head up to watch the Half-Alv closely with his widened eyes, listening intently to whatever idea he had. "As most of us will be focusing on combat and support, I believe you would serve best fulfilling the roles of Operator and Field Monitor." Dorian felt his face fall into a quizzical expression, his eyes drifting as he attempted to think on what the two terms could mean. Turning back, he gave a confused shrug before finally replying, "Operator and Field Monitor? They sound familiar, but I'm afraid you'll have to explain, sir Dumah. As you said, I'm a low level, but I'm willing to help in any way I can." Again, he kept his eyes trained on Dumah, listening intently and following his walking pattern so as not to clumsily bump into anything in the darkened tunnel. "Then I shall explain them. First, I shall define the Operator: they serve a more supportive and tactical role, observing the status of the party. Should someone's health drop low, or should someone have a debuff on them, alert us so the healer can do their work. Next, the Field Monitor: they serve another purpose, which is to observe the battleground, keeping watch for any opposing patrols or wandering enemies, alerting the party if anything should join the fray." Dorian nodded slowly, quickly grasping the idea behind the two roles. "Hmm, I see... So I would essentially be finding a suitable position to watch over the battlefield, both studying the enemy forces for reinforcements and surprise tactics, as well as keeping an eye on party status, such as debuffs and low health, in order to work with the healer efficiently and decisively. I can certainly give those tasks my best, though I'll need to be using Telepathy a lot. I also have a few skills that could help if I accidentally pull a monster or two on myself, though if we work together it shouldn't be a problem. Very well, I'm in." Dorian gave a smile as he finished, eager to get going now that he knew he had a way to help out. "I am glad to hear that. Should you pull any monsters, you need simply to call for me and I will come help if I can." "Like I said: I'm willing to help in any way I can. From what I've heard about this train project, it seems like help is definitely needed." And with that, Dorian gave another, singular nod of approval, stepping back from the conversation and back into the bustle of the group as Dumah began explaining the plan of action. Once he had finished, Dorian quickly moved into place, slipping back through the party with rather limber movements thanks to his Dancer subclass, eventually beginning to move along behind the group, hands clenched into fists by his sides as he immediately began using the provided light, watching for any signs of movement. Dorian's focus on the environment was blasted with sound as a loud echo of a door being broken in two filled the tunnel. His eyes focusing ahead of the group, looking through the gaps between the party, he listened close, only to be blasted again by someone shouting loudly, "Mind the gap!" His senses ringing for a moment, he watched with wide eyes as a new stranger rounded the corner ahead of them, exhilaration and terror spread across his features as he rushed toward them. "Hey! Run! Kobolds are right behind me!" Dorian blinked in shock, his hand instinctively darting up over his shoulder to grab a hold of the handle of his katana in it's scabbard across his back. He hesitated unsheathing, staying back for the moment to focus on watching for when the kobolds would appear.
Notes: N/A Words: 1243 Tags: @dumah @shadowsaiph Noctis Corvo Fletcher SarkParty Buff: Heavenly Defense
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 0:58:02 GMT
Sayha carefully studied everyone who had approached to join Dumah. There was a Shaman that was obviously low-leveled which she thought was just there to watch instead of join. She seriously had doubts as soon as she realized that he was actually joining them. Another gent approached, naming himself as a Heretic. She’d heard rumors about Heretics before… that the more they used their magic the more crazy they’d become. She would have to be cautious around him to make sure he didn’t accidentally attacked more attention than they could deal with, monster wise. Next came another familiar face. It was a dwarf named Fletcher that she had partied with when she had originally partied with Dumah. He gave her a nod, and she nodded as well.
After making sure no one else seemed to be approaching, Dumah sent party invites, and Sayha accepted hers automatically. Once she saw the shaman’s level, she groaned and growled internally. He was level 1. The group would need to babysit him since there was no way he could be on the front line.
Dumah seemed to agree wither thoughts as he gave the Shaman the Operator and Field Monitor positions which she was fine with. Then Dumah explained that Sayha and he would lead the group. Sayha also agreed with this since they were the best two for the job. In the back of her head, she realized that they didn’t have a proper tank so either her or Dumah would have to tank. However, Sayha didn’t have any agro catching abilities. Hopefully the Swashbucker was hardier than she remembered.
The group started making their way through the tunnels that were being illuminated via some sort of ability Dumah had and Fletcher’s flashlight. Just as they had started, Sayha heard the sound of running boots as well as steps following. Sayha put her hands on the sheaths of her katanas, ready to draw.
Then, she saw a figure running towards them, telling them Kobolds were behind them. And it was only one figure. Sayha felt her cool suddenly disappear.
“What the hell are you doing down here in the first place, you idiot!” Sayha shouted, “This place isn’t safe to travel alone! Get behind us!”
Sayha drew her swords, readying herself. “Dumah, get ready. You’re going to have to tank since I can’t. I’ll follow you up as soon as they appear.” She then turned back to the rest of the group, especially the Shaman.
“Dorian, don’t bother drawing. Just stay back and make sure there aren’t any other surprises,” she said to the Shaman. She glanced at Noctis and Fletcher, nodding at them. Then turned forward, getting into a battle stance.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 16, 2015 16:43:01 GMT
Kane found the group rather lively, and admired how most of them already seemed to know the others, merging rather well. Even the dwarf, who suddenly just shoved his way forward onto the scene, seemed to have a pre-existing place within this group. That being said, while he felt welcome, he could quickly tell that the others were...more or less off-put by his own presence. Was it the gothic look of his character, or possibly his darker choice of class? Heretics already weren't liked too well by the Wardens, but...he didn't expect so many to be weary of him. No matter the case, the leader, Dumah, seemed to be fine with it for the most part, quickly sending out the invitation. Kane quickly palmed the interface and accepted it, looking at the stats of his fellow members. As he joined, his passive buff, Painful Potency, was immediately added to the party, as well as a small, thin, notched bar of dark purple color right under everyone's mana bar: Corruption Level. It was more for his own measurement really, as none of his skills should effect those in his vicinity unless they were monsters, but nonetheless the small bar always followed him, and he would probably need to do some explaining later. Dumah began explaining the raid, telling the different members their positions before finally coming to Kane. "Mr. Corvo, I am afraid I do not know the style of a Heretic, so I leave your position to your own choice." It was fair enough. His current build didn't really tailor to any one specific spot anyhow. He put his hands in the pockets of his pinstripe suit as he made his way towards the back. "I'll help out the newbie with operator. Other than that, just expect some spells to occasionally arc over your heads. I can pick up a bit with emergency healing and rooting monsters, so Ill do my best to give some general help where its needed." It sounded like a plan to him anyway, and took up a spot next to the rather new shaman, noticing that occasionally he would whisper a bit to himself. Kane wouldn't bring it up yet, but it might make for some interesting conversation later if the action died down. They shortly began making their way down the dark, moist, broken steps of the old tunnel, the way lit only barely by the combination magic light and flashlight. It was definitely old, with nature already having long retaken the expanse of subway, a small river with plants running down the middle of the rusted and shattered tracks. After they cleared it out, it would definitely need a touch up. Periodically as they made their way along, Kane would make a small glyph along the wall or floor with Mythic Script, so if the lights were to ever go out, they would at least have a method of finding their way back. The peace was shortly shattered however by the sounds of a large metal door thrusting open as it was shattered by a large force, a strange figure running towards them flailing its arms about and yelling something unrecognizable due to the echo of the tunnel. As the figure got closer however, He recognized it as the dwarf who made him his recent change of clothes and vanity, and wondered what the small tailor was doing this far down in the tunnels. It was quickly replaced with focus however, as his warning became clearer. Kobalds. He saw the worry of the shaman next to him as he half drew his blade, the assassin, Sayha, telling him to put it away quickly after yelling at the tailor running towards them. Kane put his hand out reassuringly towards Dorian, as he slowly resheathed his blade. He couldn't make out how many there were that far down the tunnel, but it would be a good idea to prepare to at least severely weaken one. He focused in his hand and began charging Miasma Bullet. It didn't matter how many, his range was 10 meters, his accuracy was spot on, and its speed was enough to be mistaken as an instantaneous attack. As soon as he saw a Kobald, he would blast it right in between the eyes. Tags: @dumah @serenityspace @shadowsaiph Fletcher SarkWords: [713] |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 3:44:30 GMT
Down into the darkness they descended, a motley group of people that really should have had more experience before tackling anything of the sort. When the invitation came in, Fletcher tapped the air, dismissing the notification as soon as he could while still joining the party. A quick look at who was in the party made him worried; they had no tank, and while the levels were over the place, keeping everyone topped up was going to be more difficult than he had originally intended. Still no sign of monsters, although Dumah had joined him in lighting the way with magic; he had a spare lantern and would’ve offered it, but this worked out just as well. He shone the light around the walls of the tunnel, getting a familiar vibe from them, as if he’d been down here before.
Dumah started explaining to the new guy what a Field Monitor and an Operator was. He hadn’t heard these terms before so listened in until he got the gist of it. The Shaman shouldn’t be delegated to both, especially with Fletcher being the only one apparently built to be their healer; he decided that this Operator role would be, he’d be filling it if only to make sure no one died. Dorian can give it a shot and assume he’s doing a good job just fine, he’d just be getting some help. How much further would they have to before running into monsters? It seemed that, so far, they’d be on another wild goose chase similar to the whole ring fiasco. That said, there were other people involved in this project, so it was possible that they just lucked out and picked an empty route while the others had more populated ones. He shouldn’t have jinxed it.
Further down the tunnel and echoing up was the sound of savage barking. He could hear only that, as his hearing wasn’t as good as it once was. Even then, the acoustics in the tunnel made the sound reverberate in such a way that it was hard to know numbers of whatever was barking. Then there it was, a glint of light to show them where to look, and a door from a side passage burst open. From the other side of the door sprung Sark, leaping down onto the tracks and yelling something about a gap. Was a pretty big gap if he was going to try and jump to the opposite platform, but he made a beeline for the group anyway, possibly without knowing to whom he was running. He declared that he was being pursued by kobolds, and of course it just had to be kobolds. At least it wasn’t more rat men and plague bearers? It wasn’t much of a silver lining, but he’d take it. Sayha was the first to berate Sark for his carelessness in location, and Fletcher had to agree although stayed silent. Sayha seemed to be taking charge, giving orders to Dumah and Dorian before looking at the two other spell casters of the group and nodding.
”Sark.” Fletcher gave the other dwarf a worried frown before shaking his head. ”Please tell me that this wasn’t another one of your shortcuts gone wrong.” With a heavy sigh, Fletcher sat Carbuncle down, readying his whip. The barking was getting closer, and the fox at his feet looked up to him unsure. They were more than ready for some kobolds, it was all just going to come down to how well they operated as a group. Closer and closer the sounds grew, the hastened clicking of tooth and nail on the old concrete and stone slabs that made up the tunnel, mere seconds before they would be upon them. ”Sark, if you can tank I can keep you alive. Dumah, throw him an invite so I can track his health.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2015 3:50:31 GMT
Words: 486 Total: 2041 Tags: Fletcher Noctis Corvo @serenityspace Sark @shadowsaiph Music: Enfin Apparu
Before Dumah could fully process what had happened, his friend Sark had joined the group and brought along some company - six kobolds. Sayha began to give a few orders to the party as she prepared for a fight. She told Dumah that the responsibility of tanking would be left to Dumah as he was more capable of being a dodgy tank than she was used to. Though Dumah had already planned to serve as the party's off-tank, it seemed he would no longer need to do so with Sark - a Samurai - joining the party. Fletcher prepared himself for the fight, shouting out to Dumah, telling him to do the obvious: Invite Sark to the party. It seemed almost as if these people expected Dumah not to know how to do his job... Nevertheless, with their attention focused primarily on the fight to come, Dumah could not really blame them. Dumah knelt down in an attempt to keep the attention of the kobolds off of him for just a few moments. "All right, keep me covered for a couple of seconds!" With his hand moving quickly and rapidly, he tapped at the air, bringing up the menu and accessing the sub-menu for the party, tapping in the direction of Sark as he extended a party invitation to the Dwarf. Almost immediately, Dumah saw another line of information pop up in the Party interface. - Sark - Samurai, 20 - "All right, he is in!" With that, Dumah closed his menu and quickly slid into his combat stance, drawing his sword from the scabbard hanging from his left hip. He ran towards the closest Kobold, swinging his sword at it. Instead of following up his attack with another, Dumah ran to the next kobold, attacking it as well, drawing the aggro of both creatures. As the two ran at Dumah, he kept his attention focused on them, jumping back as they tried to swing, staying just barely out of their reach. "Sark, if you need me to take over as an off-" The Swashbuckler was interrupted as he jumped back into a wall, allowing the kobolds to land a clear hit on him. The kobolds were low in level, but being pushed back into the wall with so little space to move about made it difficult for Dumah to break free. "Fireball Pitch!" The Swashbuckler opened his left palm, allowing a ball of flame to materialize in his hand. With the orb of fire still burning in his grasp, Dumah reached out and grabbed the face of one of the kobolds, nearly killing it as it shouted in painful agony. As the creature screamed, Dumah kicked at the other kobold, pushing it back a bit. With more space to move about, the Swashbuckler slashed at the burning kobold, killing it and facing the other.
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Post by Sark on Oct 18, 2015 4:58:45 GMT
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The group in front of Sark reacted quickly. What he didn’t expect was the particulars of their actions. Rather than turning tail and running, each seemed to brace themselves for impact. With the light shining between them Sark could not make out the feature of them, but none of them wore the distinctive, bulky armour of a guardian or the trimmings of a proper Samurai. That meant there was likely no solid defence, and therefore no solid chance of success. Two silhouttes looked familiar somehow – a tall one with a wide brimmed hat, and a stouter one with distinctive set of bunny ears coming over the shoulder. A tired smile lit up his face; that must be Fletcher, his long-time dwarf companion.
One of the figures stepped forward, casting her into a strongly lit half-light. She wore supple black leather that just screamed ‘assassin,’ right down to the beautiful silver thread that wove its way through the armour. With an angry toss of her head, she berated Sark and demanded he fall behind them, before drawing her weapons and calling for others to do the same.
Too tired to argue, Sark ducked past the magic light and was amidst his temporary companions. Fletcher was indeed there, looking stern and paternal. ”Please tell me that this wasn’t another one of your shortcuts gone wrong.”
Guilt flushed Sark’s cheeks a bright red, and he looked away sheepishly. ”No, no! Of course not … I uh … A dog told me that someone was stuck down here!” He adopted a thick accent and a rougher voice. ”Bark bark – Timmy fell down the well, ruff. Please save him Mr Cool Dude Tailor!”
With his blatant lie protecting him, Sark took a moment to glance at his companions. There was a past customer, Noctis, who was sporting his new clothes! The image gave Sark a much needed ego boost, so he gave the heretic a thumbs up. There was also Dumah; eloquent, friendly and baffling to Sark in equal parts. The man had been impressed with Sark’s devotion to the tailoring craft and had invited him to a guild, but Sark had been too embarrassed and put the decision off. Seeing the Guild Leader there again gave the tailor a mixed feeling of joy and anxiousness. Would be hold hands again? That was weird. The final member was a younger looking boy with golden hair, friendly eyes, and a katana in his hands. Given the cloth clothes, he looked to be an assassin of some type. Sark padded heavily over to him and drew his own, massive wedge of a sword. He was shorter than the boy by close to two feet, but Sark couldn’t help but try to support a fellow heavy combat fighter.
Seeing this, Fletcher corrected him. ”Sark, if you can tank I can keep you alive. Dumah, throw him an invite so I can track his health.”
With a nod, Sark gave a wink of goodbye to the boy and trotted tiredly to his fellow tailor, who had hunched over to access the party menu. A party invite popped up, which Sark accepted. Had Sark wanted to, he could now focus and bring up a party list, but there was no time as the kobolds had closed the distance. They were disgusting things, bald and pale humanoids with tiny eyes hidden beneath folds of their craggy flesh. They were said to never stop growing, so one could usually equate their size to their level. Each wielded a massive club that looked like an old railway sleeper. It was a slow weapon like Sark’s, but terribly painful.
With battle approaching Sark took a moment to summon his [Magic Light]. He didn’t like to use it when traveling alone, as the light advertised his location so heavily. In a group combat situation like this, the light might help to keep the kobolds focused on him. A small, azure globe came into being behind Sark’s shoulder, it’s artificial face showing cat-like contentment.
At an unseen signal the front-line sprang into action. Dumah quickly collected a pair of kobolds and lured them away to one side. Sark took a moment to examine the remaining ones, before choosing the largest of the kobolds. It had been the one that had sprung the trap on Sark, and his back was still smarting from the hit he had received from it.
”Ace Move; Lightspeed!
He cried. Sparks of mana from the ground leapt up onto Sark’s body, traveling up his legs, torso and down his arms. It’s spiraling, electrifying power filled the Samurai with energy, clearing his mind of the fog of the exhaustion. Best of all, it also improved his already boosted move speed, giving Sark the edge he needed for his acrobatic fighting style. His greatsword was raised into a baseball batter’s position as he sprung forward, quickly closing the gap with a kobold. They had equally long weapons that required room to swing, but Sark was faster. He dipped the sword so that the point was facing down flicked his arms up and over his shoulder, making the blade slice from ankle and hip. Using the momentum of the heavy sword Sark allowed himself to be flung into the air, where with a twist of his hips he righted himself from the back flip.
The basic attack had barely grazed the kobold. It stomped forward and swung its club with a backhanded motion. Sark plunged his sword into the ground and crouched behind just a moment before the club stuck, sending a dull THONG echoing down the hall. The power of the attack vibrated through the sword, lighting jarring Sark’s wrist and shoulder. While the kobold recovered Sark flipped over his blade’s handle yanking it from the earth and once again closed the distance.
From nowhere a second kobold crashed into Sark, spilling him onto his side as the duo skidded across the rough concrete. It was too close to attack. Real fear poured into the teen as he saw the demihuman raise a meaty claw and pinned the teen’s arms to his side. It leaned forward, its rancid breath strong in Sark’s nose. He did all he could do in this situation.
”Help!”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2015 6:33:04 GMT
Dorian lowered his arm as the elven assassin told him not to bother with his weapon, his arm instinctively dropping as he gave a stern nod. He wasn't here to fight, he had to keep reminding himself of that. Shrugging his shoulders to get the strap around his torso to sit comfortably, he kept himself to the back, finally noticing the Heretic that had joined him there. Seeing the hand reaching out to him, the Shaman nodded solemnly to Noctis, giving him a confident smile before turning back to watch the turmoil ahead of them with eagled eyes. His attention focused on the new arrival, who seemed to have grabbed the attention of several people in the party; Dorian deduced that they had met before. Small world, huh? Dorian rolled his eyes as Skrowe continued to quip, the mood too serious for him to give the Shikigami the benefit of the doubt. With the quick shouts of Fletcher ringing through the tunnel, he watched as Dumah split his attention for a moment to throw the party invite to the newcomer; Sark, a Samurai... also a level 20. More and more, the Shaman felt like the odd one out in this equation. The split moment given to the party invite let the start of the battle erupt, 6 kobolds emerging from the darkness. Stifling a gasp in his throat, the Shaman nodded his head slowly, readying himself for what he was needed for. Sark, the Samurai, approached him suddenly, drawing his larger than life sword from it's scabbard; Dorian had to rub the back of his neck hard to stop Skrowe making a 'compensating for something' joke. Hearing the Summoner command Sark forward to tank, Dorian gave the dwarf a nod, going wide-eyed at the strange wink he was given. But, alas, there was no time to think on what it could mean, as the battle was quickly underway. Darting his head back and forth, Dorian found a suitable vantage point nearby, rushing over to a dishevelled and broken down part of the wall that gave him ample cover as well as a good view over the tunnel. Placing the tips of his forefinger and middle finger upon his temple, he focused the spiritual energy lurking in the back of his mind. "Summon Shikigami!" His voice was soft, despite the shout; his attempt at keeping himself from being discovered. After the 5 second cast time of the command, the chibi form of Skrowe suddenly apparated before him, floating in the air just above his eye line, his small arms planted against his hips. "Ready?" The Shaman posed the question, gesturing towards the ensuing battle that was about to take place. Rolling his eyes, the small scarecrow nodded excitedly, blowing a raspberry at him before zipping off to explore the branched off tunnels, attempting to spot if any reinforcements were lurking or on their way. While he waited for the scarecrow's return, he kept a hawk-like gaze over the battlefield; without a second thought, he began calling out telepathically to the other party members. "6 kobolds, so far no others have been found; I'll keep you updated on whether we find any lurking about for us." Watching Dumah get knocked aside into the wall, Dorian quickly gestured to Noctis, pointing him in the direction of the last few kobolds that were attempting to pin the Swashbuckler down. With Sayha and Sark able to handle themselves on the frontline, and Fletcher taking care of support and healing, Dorian kept his focus primarily on reconnaissance, the small form of Skrowe reappearing as it zipped back to the Shaman's position. "Nothing around town!" Dorian nodded, gesturing with a hand signal for the Shikigami to go help Sark, as he had noted the dwarf was being pinned down by a particularly nasty looking kobold. As he reconnected the telepathic link - letting the party know that the coast was clear in the rest of the tunnel system - Skrowe quickly zipped with immense speed at the kobold bearing down on the Samurai, barreling into it's head full force to knock it back, distracting it just long enough for Sark, or another, to take a shot at it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2015 7:01:28 GMT
As the person running towards them approached, Sayha recognized him briefly from when she had gotten her jacket. He had been the tailor she commissioned. ‘Small world,’ she thought to herself. As the kobolds appeared, Sayha didn’t risk looking backwards, but she heard Fletcher ask if the reason Sark was down there was due to a shortcut gone wrong. She couldn’t help but smirk. Fletcher had asked Dumah to add him to party which Dumah did. Dumah had started to talk to Sark as the two of them began to tank, but both were hit directly. Sark was the one in trouble.
Without much time, Sayha quickly targeted the kolbold that had attacked Dumah, “<Shadow Bind>.” She bound the kobold so it wouldn’t be able to do any more direct attacks at least for a few seconds. That would give Dumah enough time to react. She then refocused her attention to Sark who had been knocked down. She activated her opening macro, “<Quick Draw>! <Sword Rain Flurry>!” She dashed forward to the kobold and hit it directly with her first attack. That quickly turned into five stabs in rapid succession. Once all her blows had landed, she jumped back.
Sayha heard Dorian via the telepathics. He had said that there were only six kobolds for the time being, and he didn’t find any lurking nearby. That was good; very good. This was their first fight as a party so they hadn’t developed any party synergy yet. That would take a bit of time, and that was simply to be expected. Though Sayha hoped that the synergy would develop quickly at least between Sark and Dumah with them being the tank and off-tank respectively. If the tanks didn’t pull it together, the party was doomed.
Sayha twirled the swords in her hands passively, trying to figure out which target she should focus on next.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 19, 2015 16:46:31 GMT
As soon as the kobalds came into view, Kane let loose with his miasma bullet, hitting one straight in the head and killing it on the spot. From there, he would cast Oblivion Claw onto one of Dumah's blades, choosing the option to afflict dumah's next target with the curse that the next skill it would use would be cursed to be 1 second longer for the next few minutes. Not that it would stay alive that long. He then cast Shackles of the Sentanced onto another approaching Kobald, rooting it in place for the next 5 seconds, enough to either give someone a breather, or to allow them to focus on the others as this one was incapacitated. Kane charged up another Miasma Bullet fully and blasted another one of the Kobalds with it. Another headshot, and it was down for the count. Now it was just a matter of keeping control over the battlefield. Tags: @dumah @serenityspace @shadowsaiph Fletcher Sark |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 20, 2015 2:19:54 GMT
Sark, true to form, had a reason for everything. Not a good reason, but at least he said something rather than let the air of uncomfortable silence sit between them at the questioning of his appearance down here. The last time they were in any situation similar to this was after a night of drinking and merriment with a lass named Jane, and they ended up in the sewers. Putting it like that, it was more than likely that the sewer that they had been down that one time linked up to this old train tunnel, explaining why the younger dwarf would be anywhere near here. Fletcher grumbled but let Sark’s excuse stand, knowing now was not the time to be scolding the boy on getting into trouble so carelessly; all that mattered that he was alive and now under the protection and support of a party.
With Sark now in the party, Fletcher scanned his list of people that he had to keep an eye on. It shouldn’t be too hard, but the fact that Dorian stood out as a level one out of a group of people significantly higher made him cringe. If there were any area of effect abilities, or if the kobolds got to daring to dash through their front line, the shaman was a goner. Almost immediately after Sark was added, their party leader started off by drawing aggro from two of the six kobolds that seemed to be charging for them. What was he thinking? They had a tank, and while he’d suit as an adequate off-tank, grabbing two was just irresponsible. The dwarf sighed, flexing his fingers and breathing out a slow breath, getting into the mindset of taking care of a party; he could do this, it was no different than healing up himself or even one other person. A flash of steel and the spark of fire left one kobold down with Dumah taking minor injuries, the bar on the party interface showing Dumah’s health taking a small hit. For now he’d be fine, although he could spare a heal spell to the Swashbuckler if no one else didn’t get hurt worse.
Sark meanwhile chose the largest one of the group, and closed in, doing his normal acrobatics but ultimately getting flanked by a second one, getting pinned to the wall and being in a much more sorry state than Dumah was. He’d need to kick into gear if he was going to get people through this with no problem. Holding out both off his hands, one hand traced a circle in mid-air, tagging Dumah with a Heal spell. It wasn’t going to heal much, but it was going to take the sting off what had just happened. Dumah’s HP bar crawled back up, restoring about ten percent of his total health. Next came Sark, who was in a bit more of dire straits; Heal was on cooldown, so while that ticked away, Fletcher used Phantasmal Heal, getting Carbuncle to shine it’s healing light down on the other dwarf and giving him a slight damage barrier to stop whatever follow up attack the kobold was going to do to him next. They just had to have faith that Fletcher was going to keep them alive, rather than let them die a slow and painful death. With his primary two skills on cooldown, Sayha was already supporting Dumah to get him out so they could resume the assault, then went to move Sark.
Noctis was throwing spells left and right, binding one, buffing Dumah, and taking down a kobold after charging a spell for a while. The dwarf had wondered what was happening, with what he was doing, for he said little and moved little while the impending threat of kobolds loomed in on them; turns out that he was already preparing, and the preparation paid off. As for the one that was bound, Fletcher smirked, knowing full well the position he was in and stood a step closer before calling out to it. He had the Tongue of Nature skill, and spoke in the language of the beasts, the same means he was able to speak to his followers. ”You there, yes, you!” The kobold looked at him and snarled, gnashing its teeth at him but saying nothing in response. ”I know you can understand me. When that spell wears off, unless you run and do not come back, you’re going to be skinned.” Fletcher gestured to Sayha, who had just finished making a pincushion out of the group’s leader based on size and scale colouration. The kobold followed Fletcher’s gesture and seemed visibly deterred to be backstabbed in rapid succession by someone much higher in level, and was soon growing to be outnumbered at the rate its allies were falling. Fletcher took another step forward, which being at the back of the party didn’t mean much in the way of being in danger, but emphasized the closing gap of opportunity the kobold had to keep its life. The Shackles wore off, only lasting five seconds and it bolted back down the tunnel, effectively routed from the battle.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 3:49:25 GMT
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The battle was going surprisingly well. As Dumah recovered from his screw up at dodging the two kobolds he had pulled the aggro on, he found himself being healed by Fletcher. He nodded to no one in particular, shouting out to the healer, "Thanks!" before kneeling down slightly, holding his sword with both hands near his head, the blade pointing at the target. "Viper Raise!" Dumah thrust his sword at the kobold, piercing the tendons of its arms. In a gory display, blood flowed out of the pierced arm continually, dealing damage over time to the target. As the Kobold tried to raise its club in an effort to strike the Swashbuckler, Dumah quickly made a strong back-handed swing with his sword, cutting the dominant arm of the beast even more before finishing it off with a quick combo of stabs and slashes.
Dumah looked around at the scene; Sayha had killed one kobold, Noctis killed another. Dumah slew the two kobolds he had pulled, and two others had fled from the fight. Dumah grinned proudly as he wiped the blood from his blade, sheathing it in the wooden scabbard on his left hip. Dumah was rather impressed with the party, managing to survive the fight with minimal damage sustained, despite being a simple pick up group. Dumah summoned forth his Magic Light once again and smiled victoriously at the other members of his party, thrusting his fist in the air. "We move onward, my friends!" A bit motivated by the thrill of victory, Dumah waited for the party to recover their health and mana fully before leading them deeper into the tunnels.
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Post by Sark on Oct 20, 2015 10:47:37 GMT
The muscular kobold loomed over Sark. His summery smile had deformed into an ‘O’ of horror as he watched the leader kobold rear back its head to take a bite from Sark.
A small, pale shape barreled into view. At such speeds it looked like the chubbiest bullet ever as it collided into the kobold’s exposed neck, causing the creature to double up in pain as it coughed uncontrollably. It grip loosened and Sark took the opportunity to roll out of danger before swiftly getting to his feet. His heart was pounding and his vision expanded as adrenaline took a hold.
With perfect timing the sullen assassin zipped into view. With a face that seemed too impassionate for the cruel deeds she performed the lady struck an opening blow which was quickly chained into a rapid succession of attacks into the coughing kobold’s back. The creature perished in a burst of bubbles, leaving Sayha and Sark in a small pocket of emptiness within the greater battlefield. The small dwarf eyed her wearily, his heart still pounding from his recent danger.
The moment was broken as a crackling purple bubble shot between the pair, the speed of its movements whipping up the dormant dust. The bubbled collapsed against another kobold’s head, killing the creature instantly. Sark gathered himself mentally and moved towards another of the kobolds while the gentle light of Carbuncle’s heal glimmered on his shoulders.
Before long the battle was over. Dumah cheered their victory, giving the samurai a moment of happiness that not only had they succeeded, but worked together as a team. He jogged over to the Swashbuckler and reached up to pat his back in an appreciative manner, before jogging back to Fletcher. He fell into step beside the summoner as the group traveled deeper into the tunnels.
“So other than saving dudes in distress, what are you guys even doing here?” He paused for a second to think of likely reasons. “Wait! There’s treasure down here? So close to Londinium? … Is it special treasure?" His eyes glimmered with hope, anxiously awaiting an answer.
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Chain 03: "Blade Clone" Tsuguri Bunshin, "Divinity Slash" Seinaru Shinken
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Miscella.: Emergency Suture, Magic Light
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 11:51:12 GMT
The distraction had paid off, it would seem; Dorian watched as Skrowe bounced haphazardly off of the kobold's head, freeing Sark for a few moments and letting Sayha come in for a deliberate and decisive kill. Zipping back around to zoom to the Shaman, the Shikigami saluted his commander with his tiny chibi arm, before floating in above his shoulder, hovering and waiting for his next order. Giving the spirit a nod, Dorian turned back to the battlefield. So far, Dumah had slain one of his troubles, and Sayha had taken down the one snarling over Sark in pristine and speedy fashion, as was to be expected of an Assassin. That left four more to deal with, but that changed rapidly as the seconds ticked on, the combat heating up as the other players stepped into the fray. A single miasma bullet came soaring through the air, taking down a kobold with a clean headshot, bursting into a familiar array of bubbles; looks like the Heretic knew what he was doing. Dorian kept that in mind for the next encounter, having made the mistake of trying to direct him only moments earlier. A second miasma bullet brought Corvo's kill count for this dungeon to two, leaving two more enemies to deal with. With Fletcher entering the fray, the Shaman watched in awe as the Summoner used his ability to speak with the creatures of the land - and the handy snare that the kobold had been trapped in - to effectively scare the monster off, the almost mindless grunt running into the dark shadows of the nearby tunnel system. This battle was a victory; of course, as the saying goes, Dorian knew that the war was far from over. Though, this really wasn't a war, nothing so dramatic as that. Dusting himself off out of habit, the Shaman clambered down out of his hiding place, de-summoning the form of Skrowe to assimilate him back into his mind for later. After all, the Shikigami summon only lasted for 5 minutes at a time; best to use him effectively and efficiently. With the kobolds dead, Dumah had managed to recover himself beckoning for the rest of the party to follow. Dorian stepped to the side, watching the other step into form behind Dumah and begin walking down into the dark, finally bringing himself to follow up behind them. The Samurai eventually broke the silence as they began, asking of why the group was down here. Not wanting to leave everything to the level 20s, Dorian happily took the responsibility of explaining the situation to Sark. "Not treasure, no. We're here to clear out the tunnels for the construction of the train system running across the entire Unfounded Kingdom; or at least, that's what I heard." He gave the dwarf wielding the giant sword a pleasant nod, a soft smile curled on his lips. Always nice to help out.
Notes: N/A Words: 484 Tags: @dumah @shadowsaiph Noctis Corvo Fletcher SarkParty Buff: Heavenly Defense
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