Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 9:45:53 GMT
The air was ripe with adventure; at least, that's what Dorian smelled when he took a good whiff, standing amongst the outskirts of Londinium. Before him stretched out the open road, the central system of travel between Londinium and the distant Sarum. The Shaman had spent a few weeks here in the city, cooking and dancing and fighting and who knows what else. With nothing else left to lose, he had decided to venture forth to Sarum, and perhaps spy out some work there to up his ante, so to speak. But that wasn't all he was after. Between her and Sarum lay the valley known as the Windsor Greatwood, a sprawling forest area that held all kinds of creatures that were just waiting to be conquered. Better yet, rumours were about that a special rare set of monsters had begun surfacing all around the world, signifying the birth of what could be a global event. At the behest of Skrowe, who was dying for some more action out in the field, Dorian chose to venture out and see if these rumours were true. Though it meant straying off the beaten path, it also meant some interesting stories to bring to Sarum when he got there.
"What kind of monsters do you think we'll find, Skrowe?" The Shaman posed the question, finding it a little awkward sometimes; he usually refrained from talking to Skrowe when he hadn't been summoned, as it not only looked weird when he was talking to his own mind, but furthermore, as the saying goes, 'First sign of madness, talking to your own head.' Dorian wasn't one to enjoy being seen as mad, but thankfully the area he was in was deserted at this time of day, so he was free to speak as he wished, albeit still feeling somewhat strange as he did so. Without proper channels of knowledge, we have no clue; but hey, where's the fun in knowing, am I right? Rolling his eyes, Dorian gave one last look to the wide, open road, before taking a step back. Something about remembering someone saying something about the frontier being scary. Hi ho, Dorian; away! Skrowe's chibi, ecstatic voice drove the decision home, and without pause, the Shaman strode forward, venturing forth along the road the spanned out in front of him.
As the journey began, Dorian began to thank the gods of this new world for their blessing of legs that didn't get sore, though knowing him it wouldn't be long before that blessing was taken away. Minutes went by as he continued down the road, shrugging slightly to get the leather strap around his torso to sit more comfortably on his body, the weight of the katana sheathed against his back starting to pull down upon him. As the sun slowly began to rise in the sky, it seemed like the forest valley wouldn't be in sight anytime soon. Stopping for a moment alongside the road, Dorian took his time, having a break to catch his breath and prepare for the next leg of the journey. Despite his legs not being too sore, his body was covered in a layer of sweat due to the immense amount of walking, coupled with the powerful rays of sunlight that beamed between the gaps of the cloud cover.
Eventually, the journey started anew, Dorian's legs taking him further down the road. It wasn't until a few hours past the break of noon that the first vestiges of the forest came into view. "Windsor Greatwood," the Shaman sighed out in relief, happy to have finally reached the location. He wasn't sure if it should have taken him this long to reach even here, but perhaps he was too ill-versed in the journey. We need to take someone with us next time. Despite Skrowe's voice irritating him to no end, Dorian knew the Shikigami was perfectly correct. He had made a rather miscalculated error in coming all this way without a guide of some sort. Alas, it was too late now to go back without getting some experience from this journey, and so the Shaman trudged on, watching the valley get closer and closer, the details of the trees within becoming easier to pick out as he slowly submerged into the outskirts, the road ahead beginning to wind precariously through the trees, like a giant snake attempting to slither past.
I'm not in corporeal form, and this place is still giving me the willies. Skrowe's voice had taken on a slight shiver to it's tone, as if he were cold; but the truth was he was sharing the slight fear that had begun to rise in the pit of Dorian's stomach. From what he had heard of the Greatwood, it was not meant to be like this... He was sure it was still day when he had entered, and yet the air around him seemed darker, more sinister. It was as if the entire area had become... Shaking his head, the Shaman focused through the intense spiritual energy that was weighing down on him, his eyes now focusing on a nearby source of light. Moving closer, he noticed that what seemed to be a light... had eyes.
Peering over at the floating orb in the distance, he noticed a second one hover up beside it. Shuffling forward, he attempted to remain light on his feet as he got closer and closer, the forms of the floating orbs getting more and more detailed. Watch it! Skrowe warned loudly from the back of Dorian's head, but it was too late, the floating orbs had turned to spot the Shaman, and were slowly moving towards him. Getting closer he noted a new panel pop up on his interface, looking down to read the stats of the two monsters he had encountered. "Mini Jacks," he read out loud, blinking in surprise; he had never heard of any monster like that.
They were low level, thankfully, only level 1, but they seemed to still be approaching him, appearing as small floating jack-o-lanterns, hence the name. Watching closely, Dorian reached up slowly to grasp at the hilt of his katana, unsheathing it from it's scabbard in a long, drawn out motion, seeing if it would scare the creatures away. Alas, they're curiosity did not seem to be sated. Readying his stance, the Shaman held the katana in his right hand firmly, waiting for the moment to strike; this may not end well.
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Words: 1084
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HP: 100%
MP: 100%
"What kind of monsters do you think we'll find, Skrowe?" The Shaman posed the question, finding it a little awkward sometimes; he usually refrained from talking to Skrowe when he hadn't been summoned, as it not only looked weird when he was talking to his own mind, but furthermore, as the saying goes, 'First sign of madness, talking to your own head.' Dorian wasn't one to enjoy being seen as mad, but thankfully the area he was in was deserted at this time of day, so he was free to speak as he wished, albeit still feeling somewhat strange as he did so. Without proper channels of knowledge, we have no clue; but hey, where's the fun in knowing, am I right? Rolling his eyes, Dorian gave one last look to the wide, open road, before taking a step back. Something about remembering someone saying something about the frontier being scary. Hi ho, Dorian; away! Skrowe's chibi, ecstatic voice drove the decision home, and without pause, the Shaman strode forward, venturing forth along the road the spanned out in front of him.
As the journey began, Dorian began to thank the gods of this new world for their blessing of legs that didn't get sore, though knowing him it wouldn't be long before that blessing was taken away. Minutes went by as he continued down the road, shrugging slightly to get the leather strap around his torso to sit more comfortably on his body, the weight of the katana sheathed against his back starting to pull down upon him. As the sun slowly began to rise in the sky, it seemed like the forest valley wouldn't be in sight anytime soon. Stopping for a moment alongside the road, Dorian took his time, having a break to catch his breath and prepare for the next leg of the journey. Despite his legs not being too sore, his body was covered in a layer of sweat due to the immense amount of walking, coupled with the powerful rays of sunlight that beamed between the gaps of the cloud cover.
Eventually, the journey started anew, Dorian's legs taking him further down the road. It wasn't until a few hours past the break of noon that the first vestiges of the forest came into view. "Windsor Greatwood," the Shaman sighed out in relief, happy to have finally reached the location. He wasn't sure if it should have taken him this long to reach even here, but perhaps he was too ill-versed in the journey. We need to take someone with us next time. Despite Skrowe's voice irritating him to no end, Dorian knew the Shikigami was perfectly correct. He had made a rather miscalculated error in coming all this way without a guide of some sort. Alas, it was too late now to go back without getting some experience from this journey, and so the Shaman trudged on, watching the valley get closer and closer, the details of the trees within becoming easier to pick out as he slowly submerged into the outskirts, the road ahead beginning to wind precariously through the trees, like a giant snake attempting to slither past.
I'm not in corporeal form, and this place is still giving me the willies. Skrowe's voice had taken on a slight shiver to it's tone, as if he were cold; but the truth was he was sharing the slight fear that had begun to rise in the pit of Dorian's stomach. From what he had heard of the Greatwood, it was not meant to be like this... He was sure it was still day when he had entered, and yet the air around him seemed darker, more sinister. It was as if the entire area had become... Shaking his head, the Shaman focused through the intense spiritual energy that was weighing down on him, his eyes now focusing on a nearby source of light. Moving closer, he noticed that what seemed to be a light... had eyes.
Peering over at the floating orb in the distance, he noticed a second one hover up beside it. Shuffling forward, he attempted to remain light on his feet as he got closer and closer, the forms of the floating orbs getting more and more detailed. Watch it! Skrowe warned loudly from the back of Dorian's head, but it was too late, the floating orbs had turned to spot the Shaman, and were slowly moving towards him. Getting closer he noted a new panel pop up on his interface, looking down to read the stats of the two monsters he had encountered. "Mini Jacks," he read out loud, blinking in surprise; he had never heard of any monster like that.
They were low level, thankfully, only level 1, but they seemed to still be approaching him, appearing as small floating jack-o-lanterns, hence the name. Watching closely, Dorian reached up slowly to grasp at the hilt of his katana, unsheathing it from it's scabbard in a long, drawn out motion, seeing if it would scare the creatures away. Alas, they're curiosity did not seem to be sated. Readying his stance, the Shaman held the katana in his right hand firmly, waiting for the moment to strike; this may not end well.
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Words: 1084
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HP: 100%
MP: 100%
{Available Skills}
Leaping Apricot Technique: This spell will instantly transport the user to a location a certain distance away, leaving behind apricot flower petals from where the user stood. What seems like a powerful technique actually has some drawbacks, including a maximum range of 6 meters and the ability to travel within eight directions, not to mention the in-game restrictions for using this skill. However, it seems that these restrictions have been lifted following the Catastrophe, allowing more striving Shamans to learn this skill with less constraints. Also, using this skill post-Catastrophe also gives off an apricot scent, giving it an aromatic purpose outside of battle. This skill consumes about 20% of the Shaman's MP, has a casting time of 1.5 seconds, and has a cooldown of 40 seconds. The MP cost decreases by 5% for every 30 levels.
Demon's Eye: This skill when activated will slightly increases accuracy rate of the user's weapons. It also causes the weapon to be immune to hit spirit-type mobs whom normally nullify incoming physical damage. Of course, a successful hit requires an active attack towards a desired foe regardless. There was one time when the developers received e-mails saying that "I've used the Demon's Eye and I still keep on missing on ghost mobs!" among others. For this reason, several balance changes were implemented. When used, this skill adds a blue radiance on one's eyes, a rather scary sight post-Catastrophe. This skill has a casting time of 4 seconds, a duration of 60 seconds, and a cooldown of 70 seconds.
Divine Subjugation: The Shaman's body is infused with the blessings of the spirits, increasing the damage of the user's physical attacks for the next 8 seconds. The Shaman's body glows a bright yellow at this time and all their attacks also contribute to an increased amount of aggro. It is oriented towards Battle Shaman builds that use swords or bows as primary weapons. This skill has a casting time of 2 seconds and a cooldown of 20 seconds.
Pacifying Dance: A skill that allows the dancer to perform beautiful dances to momentarily captivate those who see it. For the next 30 seconds, monsters within 25 meters have their nature changed. Aggressive and Predatory monsters become Wary. Wary, Aloof, and Cowardly monsters become Docile. Docile monsters become Friendly. This effect does not work against monsters that are already engaged in battle when this skill was used.
