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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 4:50:11 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) - :: - Skill: ---
Caerbannog looked down from the ruined roof of an old, unused building. She heard some very loud landers that passed by, and they spoke as if one or the other was at the opposite end of town.
“ A TREE? “ said the loud merchant-looking guy.
“ YEA, A POSSESSED STUMP, LAST I HEARD, “ replied a middle-aged lady who had a basket of mushrooms on her head.
“ SO WE CAN’T USE THAT DIRT ROAD ANYMORE?! “ the guy asked another question.
“ UNFORTUNATELY, “ came the reply.
How strange, the girl thought. At first, she did not care at all, but a memory about a certain nostalgic game, one of her favourites, popped up in her mind. Caerbannog took Hrairoo out of her armory and then she pulled up her Friends List. She’d never been to the Marshlands before but had heard that it was the place where spores, sludge and tree stumps came to life. The samurai closed her eyes and randomly clicked a name, which she promptly called using telepathy. The player turned out to be @0x1dea.
“ Played Pokemon Silver or Gold? “ was her opening question.
After the call, the girl set out towards the Marshlands. She just told her friend that they could meet up at the area where the woods disappeared into swamps, somewhere between the Greatwood and the Marshlands of Thames. The Sudowoodo was nowhere in sight, but she figured that if they’d follow one of the smaller paths into the swamp, one which seemed worn and full of cart tracks, they would encounter the aforementioned nuisance. Upon her head, the frenmic rabbit sat totally clueless but very alert.
| OOC Notes: First target is a Level 5 Possessed Stump. | | Word Count: 277 | Tags: --- |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 5:38:10 GMT
Mood: Pokemon? 'Audino' about that...
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
Words: 299
OOC Notes: Like a Pokemon, my template continues to evolve.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 6:10:18 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H)
Skill: Samurai's Challenge | Debuff: Animated Sludge's Poison (damage over time)
Caerbannog looked at the icky place that lay before her while she waited for Oxford. Its appearance was reason enough for her to stay away, and the stories about the gross water did not help its reputation. Every now and then, the samurai patted Hrairoo’s cheek to assure the creature that everything was fine. The half-alv guardian soon arrived; Roo momentarily looked at the other adventurer, and then it looked at the direction where something moved just beyond the tall grass that blocked their view.
The samurai nodded at Oxford when he pointed at that movement. The guardian then went on ahead and... got hit right on the face. If that was a fireball, his pretty nose would have already been melted away. Thankfully, it was just the Possessed Stump's attack. Was it mischievous or completely evil? It seemed to have been delighted by Oxford’s misfortune. Perhaps a SquirtBottle or Wailmer Pail could help- but Caerbannog had neither, so she just decided to grab aggro for a while until Oxford recovered both his stance and dignity. The girl sent Hrairoo away to the safety of her armory slot.
The blue-eyed girl then walked a few steps ahead of the guardian and placed herself right between the stump and the other adventurer. Her right foot stepped forward and her left hand was on the saya of her nagamaki. Caerbannog had an unusual air of arrogance about her, something that would likely affect lower leveled mobs. It seemed as if she was looking down on anything and everything before her. She stared the Possessed Stump down as she raised her right hand and showed a thumb-up sign to the creature, and then she quickly flipped it to a thumb-down implying that the stump was going down. Caerbannog had just issued a [Samurai’s Challenge].
The stump became enraged and started rolling up balls of disgusting mud and crap from the swamp. Caerbannog put her right hand on the hilt of her weapon, ready to use Denkosekka and then Iaido at her target. As the creature readied its own attacks, the samurai was about to dash off, but then she realized that her left foot was stuck. She looked down and much to her horror, the samurai was ankle-deep in crap. Oh wait, no, it was a Level 2 Animated Sludge. Still looked like crap- though that was the least of her worries. Physical contact with the (literal) piece of shit inflicted a poison DoT on the samurai.
| OOC Notes: Second target is a Level 2 Bird Poop- er, Animated Sludge. | | Word Count: 415 | Tags: @dindeen @0x1dea |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 6:53:58 GMT
Mood: Trees 'n Mud 'n Shit
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
It seemed to make matters worse for Oxford, for now the mud was flying everywhere. He dodged in every direction, not needing any more of the putrid filth in his face. He looked up at the blue-eyed girl, her stance ready to perform one of the long-range Samurai skills. As he drew his longsword, he noticed that her foot seemed to be stuck in something.
(Oh, shit.)
Literally, she was stuck in it. An Animated Sludge had somehow made its way to the swampy battleground, and was now holding Caerbannog's left foot hostage. Never one to hesitate when someone is in distress, Oxford grabbed Caer's armor with his left hand and pulled her out of the sentient puddle. As he lowered her, he noticed that she didn't look well, her profile saying she had been afflicted with <Poison>.
Oxford slashed at the squirming sack of shit, it's horrid scent disappearing along with the rest of its body as it disintegrated into digital bits.
The Possessed Stump still raged on, flinging whatever its roots could grab hold of. Mud, twigs, rocks, small woodland creatures, you name it. If it was in reach, it went flying at the pair of Adventurers.
Oxford raised his buckler shield with one hand to absorb the debris the Stump was flinging at them while sheathing his longsword with the other. He rummaged through his Inventory and managed to find one of his antidotes, kept for such an occasion.
He knelt down next to the slumped Caer, looking a little worse for the wear due to the Poison.
"Here. You're gonna need this if you want to land the last strike."
He placed the bottle into Caer's delicate hands, uncorking the bottle for her before standing back up. Oxford drew his sword and readied his new skill that he acquired through his fights with the boars from Windsor.
The giant swing Oxford made unleashed the Guardian skill <Aura Saber>, the blade of energy crashing into the stump. It wasn't enough to kill the monster, which was what Oxford was hoping for.
(After Caer uses the Antidote, she might be ready to unleash a couple of her Fury Swipes.)Words: 412
OOC Notes: No more debuff for you.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 7:53:39 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H)
Skill: Denkosekka (Buff), Iaido (Passive) | Item Used: Antidote
The animated sludge was a total momentum killer, and the horrible smell and timing wasn’t even the worst of it. When Oxford pulled the samurai out of the putrid beast, she felt as if her stomach was doing a 360 and her head was going along with it. Maybe other adventurers were not so affected by the Poison debuff aside from the trickling HP, but Caerbannog sure was. She had to resist the urge to throw up, and fortunately she didn’t because she’d not eaten anything yet.
“ Ugh... “ the girl was pale and cold by the time that the guardian handed her an antidote.
She’d live, definitely, even without that remedy; but that did not mean that she did not mind the debuff. Caerbannog wanted it gone! So, disregarding the possibly-horrible taste of the medicine, the samurai gulped it down and was soon freed from the effects of Poison. Still feeling a bit sick, Caerbannog nonetheless got up and activated [Denkosekka] to give her the necessary speed. Once she saw an opening, the girl dashed to her right side to steer out of the stump’s area of attack. A handful of shaking Level 1 Grimy Swamp Snails were thrown at her but she avoided it, and she then managed to move to the stump’s side.
Still pissed off at the crappy sludge, the samurai pulled out her nagamaki, her passive [Iaido] in effect as she did so. The Possessed Stump was cut clean into two halves, like in those samurai movies where they practice cutting wood or bamboo. Soon the stump disappeared into data particles, leaving some gold, bark and lots of useless things in its place. The samurai took some of the gold and tossed the rest to Oxford; she was about to pick up the other items though they seemed worthless, but her stomach finally had enough and the girl threw up all over the place where the Possessed Stump once stood.
That path was clear regardless, though someone might have to clean it up. A short distance away, two creepy eyes emerged from what seemed to be a pile of decaying bark and dead plants. A Level 7 Ember Newt had just decided that the place was a perfect spot for a nest, and of course, those adventurers who were already there fighting the Possessed Stump before the Newt arrived should have known that they were treading on its ‘territory’.
| OOC Notes: Third target is a mean Level 7 Ember Newt. | | Word Count: 401 | Tags: @dindeen @0x1dea |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 14:00:29 GMT
Mood: Fire-Types in Water Areas
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
Despite that the Samurai girl had unloaded the contents of her stomach on the ground before her, the Pokemon-esque way of announcing attacks still popped into his head.
(...Okay. You really neeed to stop doing that.)
As he was chiding himself for not treating the issue seriously enough, an Ember Newt had made its way onto the grounds, either looking for a nest, or looking for a fight (most likely the ladder). At first, Oxford thought that it came out to see what sort of stuff Caer had coated the ground with.
(Trust me, buddy. You don't want to make a nest out of that.)
Instead, as it approached Caer, it appeared to look as if it were glowing, like it was suddenly getting warmer. Oxford realized that the Newt was getting ready to attack, not to examine the Wolf Barf. Caer was still bent over from the after effects of the Poison debuff, panting heavily as she tried to regain her normal breathing.
Oxford was too far away to rush in and deal damage, so he thought he would bring the fight to him, instead. Oxford let out a deep yell as he activated <Anchor Howl>, hoping that the level difference was small enough for the Newt to aggro on him.
The amphibious creatured turned towards Oxford, firing basic Fire magic as it moved towards him. He raised his buckler to his face, the blasts of heat surging around the shield.
(Is my face really that ugly?)
The Newt still came forward, <Anchor Howl> only available for another 5 seconds before it could decide who to attack on its own. Oxford couldn't see if Caer had managed to recover enough as the Newt decided that searing off Oxford's face was its highest priority.Words: 297
OOC Notes: They're just jealous of my face. Really.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 14:26:48 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H)
Skill: Denkosekka (Buff)
If the samurai had Hrairoo out, it would have been able to warn her about the incoming Ember Newt. But the rabbit was safely tucked away in her armory, and so Caerbannog was unaware of incoming danger until Oxford let out that horrible howl. The girl’s insides felt bad, after the howl it just felt much worse. She wasn’t aimed at so she was not hit... but still, that howl... it made her want to repeatedly punch something.
“ Charmander? “ the girl suddenly turned to the thing that just tried to burn off Oxford’s face.
The guardian would have gotten the bad end of Caerbannog’s tantrum if the Ember Newt did not attack. But it did, and the fiery glow of its Flamethrower caught the girl’s attention. She wasn't violent by nature... okay, maybe a little, but mostly it was a funny kind of violence. Yet there are those few days- specifically about a week every month- when the girl could summon Hell upon whomever crossed her. The current situation was similar for she felt really sick, the howl made it worse, and then Charmander spat at their direction.
Using the last few ticks of Denkosekka to cover the very short distance between herself and the unfortunate lizard, Caerbannog rushed at the opponent without as much as her own weapon out. She had left it at that spot where she was bent over, not too close to the icky mess that she made though. Anyway, back to the samurai, she stopped in front of the creature as it was casting and then she kicked the creature’s face. The Newt’s head was thrown to one side and it almost fell over into the swamp, but the creature was as stubborn as the girl.
So it was a battle of stubbornness then, eh? Caerbannog grabbed the Ember Newt by the nose; her left hand gripped it tightly. Then with her right hand clenched to one very angry fist, the girl punched the Newt on the head. Before the creature could recover from that punch, the samurai’s fist connected with its head again. And again. Aaaand again.
“ Bad... Charmander... bad! “ she yelled at the Ember Newt which was too disoriented to do anything aside from serving as a punching bag for the very angry girl.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 15:15:12 GMT
Mood: The Flightweight Title Bout
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
Oxford just stood there, amazed that a girl as tiny as her would have such a huge violent streak as she strafed the Newt, punching it repeatedly in the face as if it said mean things about her friends.
He pulled out his notebook and made a quick note:
[Whatever you do, don't get on Caer's bad side.]
He replaced his notebook and noticed movement beneath him. Grimy Swamp Snails were mucking over his boots as he looked down at his feet, the left overs from when they fought the Possessed Stump. He kicked them away as he waited for Caerbannog to wrap up her title fight with the Ember Newt.
He noticed that the snails were making his way back towards him, but something seemed different. A glob of slime hit his feet, hitting him with the <Slow> debuff. The Snails continued towards him, turning from passive to aggressive Enraged Swamp Snails.
Another glob flew past him, this one causing the grass to disappear in a puff of smoke. He turned to warn Caer, but stopped, not wanting to get on her bad side in case she still needed to relieve herself of her intense punching desires.
Oxford drew his sword again, deciding he could try to take care of these snails until Caer realized what was happening.Words: 225
OOC Notes: Three Level 6 Enraged Swamp Snails join the fray.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 17:29:28 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) -:- Skill: ---
The Ember Newt was barely alive soon enough. Its body could still function for there was some HP left, but its senses shut down; it was brain-dead. When the creature stopped moving, only then did the samurai calm down little by little. First, she noticed that her weapon was missing. Second, she realized that she was farther in the swamp than before. Therefore, the girl dragged the half-dead Ember Newt towards Oxford.
To Caerbannog’s surprise, the guardian seemed to be having a rough time against some Grimy Swamp Snails. Was he so incapable that- oh, acid spit. Yikes. The snails were still incredibly slow and simple-minded, but their attacks were something to watch out for. The samurai, unfortunately was not armed and unlike the guardian, she did not have a shield. And so the girl thought of the most practical thing to do in such a situation.
“ DUCK! “ Caerbannog yelled at Oxford.
And no, she was not calling for a Psyduck. She was telling the guardian to duck as she flipped the Ember Newt over, spun it around by its tail, and sent it flying towards the Enraged Swamp Snails. The aggressive things continued to spit at Oxford but the flying Newt intercepted those attacks. The larger creature hit the snails since they could not dodge, and at that, the Ember Newt’s last few hit points faded away. The Newt turned to an array of data crystals but the snails were still there though, pesky little buggers. Caerbannog then made her way to Oxford while pointing to her nagamaki that was a short distance in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 16:14:57 GMT
Mood: Charmander Used Fly.
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
It was right after that that the carcass of Caer's punch victim had flown right over his head, his hair ruffling from the breeze as it flew overhead. Despite the effects of Slow, he was able to duck in time as it went hurtling through the air. The arc was good, absorbing the attacks from the Snails as it disintegrated into nothingness.
Oxford readied <Aura Saber>, taking a little longer than usual, but he was fighting snails so it didn't make much difference either way. The wide strike hit all 3, exploding to bits on contact.
The Slow debuff began to wear off, but the fact remained that his foot was still held prisoner by the Snails' slime. Putting everything he could into his STR stat, he yanked his foot out of the sludge, losing his balance in the progress.
He fell on his rump, the mud staining his armor and his breeches. His head lied within a mud puddle, his face staring upwards at the sky.
(Could my luck get any worse?)
He stared back at Caer, giving her a small glare as she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to hold back a laugh instead of showing concern. He combed his hands through his hair, trying to wring it of the nasty smelling filth that insisted on coating the entire swamp.
He chuckled to himself as he imagined how he looked.
(Stupid, I'm sure.)
Disregarding his appearance, he raked his hands through his hair, wiping the majority of mud from his head. He began to walk forward and grab Caer's sword for her, stuck in the ground in front of him.
(Well, at least I didn't land in Caer's--)
*SQUISH*
He looked down at his foot, the shining puddle that Caer had given to earth beneath his boot. Trying not lose his own lunch, he pulled the nagamaki from the ground and handed it back to Caer.
He then promptly walked over to a nearby stream, wiping the water all over his armor and boots, trying to get all the gunk off before he could do something stupid. Under these circumstances, he would normally strip off all his armor and wash each piece individually, but seeing as how there was a lady in his company, that wouldn't be the most desirable situation for her.
Oxford washed the water over his face, wondering if this in itself was a good idea as he realized how awful it smelled. It was in this moment that a head popped out of the water. A Swamp Crocodile peered at him as he washed his armor, swimming towards Oxford as he defiled the water with the sludge he was cleaning off.
(Boy, that is one ugly Squirtle...)Words: 456
OOC Notes: Couldn't find your Squirtle. Hope you like Level 11 Swamp Crocodiles instead.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 17:40:05 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) -:- Skill: ---
Oxford valiantly fought of the snails by himself, no small feat for a Level 8 Guardian. He could probably dress up that story and tell it for ages to come, enlightening those who chose the path of the shield-bearers. But that was a story for another time, for the guardian did not look convincingly heroic what with all the mud and things on him. Oh, and look at that, he just stepped right into the samurai’s puddle. Whether he was clumsy or unlucky was none of the girl’s concern though. As she walked closer to the shallow part of the swamp upon which Oxford stood, Caerbannog reached out to take the nagamaki from the other adventurer.
“ Thank you, “ she sighed; slightly tired, slightly still annoyed.
Seeing that the guy was a complete mess, she figured that he would want to clean up after himself first. That was not an easy feat in a swamp though. Her own weapon was a mess too, and her armor was sticking onto various uncomfortable places. She followed Oxford to the stream and washed the mud off her nagamaki. The samurai also poured some of the horrible, dark water onto her armor to get rid of the too-sticky parts. She didn't throw the foul-smelling liquid all over her face though, because who would... ah, Oxford.
Caerbannog was about to ask the guardian if he was feeling okay for he might have been poisoned by the water. Unfortunately, an ugly Squirtle appeared. It was heading for Oxford while the adventurer was minding his own business. As the maw of the creature emerged from the water, the samurai noted that it had a face that not even a mother could love. Perhaps that was the reason why it hated the world.
“ Run! “ Caerbannog stood up and turned to get far away from the waterside.
The water was heavy and if the creature managed to pull them beneath its surface, it would be a quick trip to the Abbey. She then noticed that Oxford was being slow though the enemy moved in already, so Caerbannog made use of the local materials namely a lot of mud. She created a deformed mudball and tossed it at the crocodile’s face. Hit! Caerbannog used Blind!
“ Away from the water! “ she yelled at Oxford as she pulled him away from the crocodile.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 3:15:03 GMT
Mood: Oxford uses Seismic Toss!
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
He was pissed. It started off fine with the stump, OK with the Newt, then dealing with the Snails was a minor problem, and then falling into a mud puddle put him at the edge of the Rage Cliff. This Swamp Crocodile's attack pushed him over the edge, his anger overtaking him like a spirit possessing a body.
Not really caring about how the monster was 3 levels higher than him, he brandished his sword and slashed at the creature, his sword swinging back and forth, back and forth as it wittled away at the beast's health.
(Oxford used Outrage!)
The Crocodile would nip at him from time to time, but Oxford used <Counter Break> to deflect the attack, both the Adventurer and the enemy scooting backwards from the impact. Oxford wasn't a high enough level to chain into the attack, but he used <Aura Saber>, sending the beam hurtling towards the monster.
The Crocodile slumped forward, its HP dropping to the low red levels. Not wasting a moment, he grabbed the beast by the tail, swinging it above his head. After gaining enough centrifugal force, he released a yell of fury as he slung the monster over the river, its body slamming into a tree before falling to the ground.
(Dammit. Didn't get the EXP from that.)
He thought about swimming over to the other side to finish it off, but then he decided that it wasn't worth it. The little fit of rage left him with little breath, panting as he wiped the gunk and grime from his sword.
He remembered that he wasn't alone, turning around to see Caerbannog. He couldn't tell what her expression was, his eyes trying to readjust after performing the Seismic Toss on the Crocodile.Words: 325
OOC Notes: Oxford's been having a bad day.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 4:02:27 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) -:- Skill: Kabutowari
The samurai wanted to get out of the swamp because if there was one swamp crocodile, a few more could follow it. But her worry was for naught; Oxford quickly got rid of the creature before she could even step in to help. She’d gone on a rampage earlier, and it seemed that it was the guardian’s turn just then. The way that he handled the fight was impressive, to say the least, quite unlike the samurai who just raged altogether and used her bare fists.
Low on HP, the ugly squirtle was knocked out cold and laid there with its belly up. It did not pose a threat anymore, so Caerbannog walked over to the guardian and tapped his shoulder, careful enough so that she could dodge if he threw a punch at her out of nowhere. He was filthy and seemed exhausted, so she thought it a good idea to head home. Unsure if Oxford had [Call of Home], the samurai headed up towards the main road instead of using the return skill.
But the Fates of Elder Tale seemed to delight in making them face trials even when they needed some rest, for a trio of Mr.Mimes suddenly walked across the girl’s path. They turned to face Caerbannog, curious of her appearance and more importantly, envious of the weapon which she possessed. The Level 6 Goblin Scouts had been playing around with some merchant items, which included paint and woven cloths. It was quite the sight and funny too, until the Scout in the middle brandished its short sword at the samurai and declared ‘Attack!’ in Goblinspeak.
Caerbannog’s reaction was to step back into a stance and attack as she pulled her sword, but the goblins merely dodged it. They were more agile than the other creatures of the Marshlands, so it could be a challenging fight for the adventuring tanks. Needing a burst of speed, the samurai used [Kabutowari] to charge at the goblin scout which was directly in front of her, and then she followed it up with a vertical slash that hit the surprised creature’s head. The skill dealt extra damage for the goblin had full HP, and with just a few points left in its health bar, the samurai spared it not. A strong kick to the fallen goblin’s chest sent it to Elder Tale’s afterlife. One down, two to go. Hopefully, they would not piss off the guardian that much.
| OOC Notes: Three Level 6 Goblin Scouts appear. | | Word Count: 408 | Tags: @dindeen @0x1dea |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 4:53:22 GMT
Mood: Welcome to the Safari Zone, Where Throwing Rocks is an Option
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
Oxford drew his sword, not feeling particularly motivated to fight. If this was a sleep battle between him and a deluxe king-sized bed with extra-fluffed pillows, he would literally be all over it.
A group of three Goblin Scouts was a little hard to get all over. Especially when they were brandishing not-so-fluffy swords.
(Whoops. Make that two Goblin Scouts.)
The little Samurai had already eliminated one of the Goblin Scouts, finishing it off with a hefty kick that any Spartan warrior king would be proud of.
"Heh, Caer used Low Kick!"
Had she been a little taller, Close Combat would have been a more appropriate attack, but Low Kick would do for now.
(Better if she didn't know about that.)
An Aura Saber would've been a good way to knock out the other two, but the Samurai was in front of him. She would be caught in the blast if he did that, so scratch that option. Anchor Howl would be a bad idea, as he was too tired to deal with both of them at the same time. The Samurai would have no problem taking on both of the Scouts, but he didn't want to let the little lady do all the work.
Seeing another option, Oxford sheathed his sword before bending down and picking up a rock (more like a small boulder) in his right hand.
"What would Oxford like to do?" asked Oxford to no one in particular, emulating the prompt from a classic game of his childhood.
He pulled his arm back, aiming at one of the Scouts.
"Oxford would like to use a ROCK!" he shouted, letting the rock fly.
He smiled when the mini boulder hit the Scout in the face, the beast making a funny noise as if it were asking a question before the chunk of earth made its home in its head.
The Scout was knocked back on its feet, shaking the his head as if to shake away the dizziness it was probably feeling. The strategy worked, the scout now aggroeing on Oxford as Caer dealt with the other Scout.Words: 392
OOC Notes: Well, that plan worked better than expected. xD
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 5:31:20 GMT
Equipped: Windsor Antiqua Ooyoroi | Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki (2H) -:- Skill: Shunsen
Creative with his attack, Oxford managed to draw the other goblin scout’s attention while the one close to the samurai turned to attack her. After her use of Kabutowari, the ace move chain counted 1 which meant that she could follow up with a Chain 2 or Chain X skill. Her posture after the attack to the last goblin and the incoming scout’s stance were taken into consideration by the samurai. She could use one of her Chain 2 attacks, and as the goblin scout moved in, the samurai gripped her sword tightly with both hands.
Even with the goblin scout’s distance from her and its capability to dodge quickly, Caerbannog could probably hit it with the skill that she had in mind. Focusing on the target before her, the girl performed a quick and sudden horizontal slash which cut through the air in a fan-shaped area of effect. Since the scout was moving in, all it could do was dash to its left or right, but that did not do any good for the samurai’s [Shunsen] still managed to hit it. The cutting wave dealt additional damage to the girl’s base attack, and the goblin scout was cut clean in half even with its feeble armor.
The second goblin scout became data crystals, and once it was completely gone, Caerbannog turned to the guardian. The last scout turned to him and the samurai would not get between them, not unless he was in grave danger at which point she would use [Denkosekka] to rush in and attack the goblin before it hurt Oxford.
| OOC Notes: I keep forgetting my HP/MP bars lol | | Word Count: 263 | Tags: @dindeen @0x1dea |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 6:05:16 GMT
Mood: Where's the Nearest PokeCenter?
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
After it staggered a little bit, it made a stab at Oxford, who deflected the blast with <Counter Break>. The result differed from the bout with the Crocodile, since he was a higher level than the enemy this time around. Bob fell on his butt, the Scout wriggling as he struggled to get back up.
Oxford laughed as Bob the Gob flailed, waiting for it to get up before performing <Counter Break> on it one more time, tears trailing across his face as he laughed even harder.
(My God, I'm so tired. Why is this so funny.)
Bob had performed well so Oxford decided to end it quickly instead of knocking the poor creature down over and over again.
Deciding that he had enough of Bob's performance, he sidestepped when Bob lunged for a third time, drawing a quick slash as he went by, the game system performing the all-too-familiar death sequence as Bob slowly faded from existance.
(Godspeed, you funny little creature.)
High in spirits, Oxford turned towards Caerbannog, a smile on his face as he slid his sword back into its scabbard.
"Well, where are we off to next? Should we see if we can fight one of the Elite Four?"Words: 247
OOC Notes: Heh, I forgot mine too. Awesome.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 9:06:56 GMT
There was no need to worry for Oxford’s well-being, so it seemed. The guardian was still perfectly capable of defending himself, even to the point that he simply made fun of the goblin scout. Though the creature tried to attack, it was only taken down repeatedly until the guardian got tired of its antics and sent the goblin off to meet its brothers. Caerbannog then sheathed her weapon and walked over to Oxford as he mentioned the Elite Four.
“ Hey... “ the samurai cautiously approached the other adventurer, “ You okay? “
She waited for a reply just to be polite, but whatever it was; Caerbannog would insist that they return to Londenium. The samurai herself was already hungry and tired, and the guardian seemed to be much worse off. The trip to the Marshlands was a worthwhile one, if only for a different experience outside of boars and slimes. The variety of creatures made it very dangerous though, and so the samurai noted that should she step into the swamp again, she would be amply prepared.
As they walked on, the samurai stayed close to Oxford. He seemed to be out of it after all. Laughing so much at a goblin scout was not cut out to be a social norm. If he found it difficult to walk, Caerbannog would keep him steady and would let him use her nagamaki as a walking stick if needed.
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Word Count: 237
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 13:28:12 GMT
Mood: Return to Pallet Town
Weapon: Antiqua Longsword (1H) | Armor: Antiqua Chain Mail |
"Hey...are you okay?"
He wasn't too sure himself, but he was physically exhausted, using his own sword as a cane to hold him up whenever he felt it hard to stand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just over exerted myself."
They walked quietly for some time as they headed back to Londenium, neither of them saying much as they walked back. The samurai walked close, but she still seemed apprehensive of him, probably from his display of rage he bestowed upon that Swamp Crocodile from earlier.
"...I'm sorry you had to see me like that earlier. I normally don't get that hot under the collar about stuff."
Oxford just hoped that it would prevent them from meeting up for another combat run someday. He'd been hearing news about the frontiers of Sarum from the chatter back at London, and he really wanted to get in on that.
Even though the two Adventurers wouldn't talk much about anything, Oxford found Caer's company enjoyable, because he never knew what she would do. The punch-out she had with the Ember Newt was a good example, almost scaring him a little as he remembered the scene.
For now, he would be happy to get something to eat, and then crash at an inn somewhere and sleep until his body decided that it had enough (which would probably be somewhere between 1-2 days).
He made sure to add one Caerbannog to his Friends List, turning her into the first friend he made on this server. The Guardian couldn't help but feel a little lonely as he looked at his barren friend list.
(*sigh* I guess need to try chatting with more people.)
They arrived back at Londenium, both of them purchasing food at various stalls, then waving goodbye as they went their seperate ways. Finding the closest inn with decent room and board, he deposited the amount and flumped onto his bed. He immediately began to snore, dead to the world for at least a day.Words: 338
OOC Notes: The end of Oxford's part.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 14:48:41 GMT
Aside from being a samurai of few words, Caerbannog knew that the guardian needed some rest so she did not bring up anything that could make him stress out. The journey might have been quiet but the road was not lonely for someone traveled with her. Upon their arrival at Londenium, Oxford sent a friend request which Caerbannog accepted without as much as a question. She then waved farewell to him and went on her way to look for some abandoned building or quiet alley.
The samurai made a detour to St. Pancras Station to check on some items which she ordered from some crafters. She did not know him then, but one of the crafters was Renai whom she would meet again at the Sarum Expedition. There were so many people at the marketplace though that the girl was overwhelmed and promptly mixed up the crafters and their names. Fortunately she was still able to obtain her items: a satchel, a Level 10 black yoroi and a plain black yukata. Without delay, she paid them their dues and she quickly left the overcrowded area.
OOC Notes: EXIT
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