[Field Boss/Closed] The Last Supper

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Ancestral Ammut
Level 30
Type: Reptile
Rank: Field Boss
Nature: Predatory, Sentient
Found in: Northern Thames Marshland
Weakness/Resistances: Resist [Fire, Ice, Water, Physical, Mind], Weak [Lightning], Null [Poison, Slow, Sleep]
Skills:
- Spike: Passive. Deals slight physical damage toward any opponent that attacks it with a physical attack.
- Feeding Frenzy: Spawn a Swamp Crocodile as reinforcements. Also causes nearby Swamp Crocodiles to aggro the target.
- Megaton Slam: Jumps in the air and crashes down on enemies. Targets directly hit by the attack are stunned for 5 seconds, while others within 5 meters will be knocked back by a shockwave.
- Megaton Tail: Strike the target with a heavy tail, stunning them for 2 seconds.
- Heart Eater: An attack performed on a stunned target. It will whip the target into the air with its tail, then open its jaws wide to chomp on the target. Deals heavy physical damage.

Description: A scaly reptile roughly the length of three grown men, its body and jaws as tough as steel. It is the ultimate predator of the swamp, attacking with its sheer mass to suffocate the opponent, striking with its thunderous tail to stun them, and then finally devouring the victim whole. Every evening at 8-9 PM in the Thames Marshland, where the swamp forms a dark purple pool, this monster emerges along with several Swamp Crocodiles.

HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki || Secondary Weapon: Nótthrafn Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills:

It was a great day to be alive! So great a day that Caerbannog thought it would be nice to try and face certain death as a pastime. Thus, the samurai once again set out to look for information from that most reliable of sources: Lander gossip. Okay, so maybe gossip was not always so reliable, but if one was always hearing those things, even unwanted ones like how Bob stole May’s husband, then one would know to filter out the useless chats and just take in the useful ones. Through that method, Caerbannog got a hold of information about a certain field boss which resided deep in the Northern Marshlands of Thames. Eugh, the marshlands. Eugh, the Thames! And eugh, it was a crocodile field boss! PERFECT! The samurai ran back into the guild house, kicked down Ryuu-oniichan’s door which he might have forgotten to lock, and cannon-balled onto the slumbering assassin. He didn’t die since the house was a sanctuary where no damage could be dealt, though he still probably felt the pain, and so Kyuu shook the guild leader until he was awake. “TOO EARLY TO SLEEP!” she yelled at Ryuu’s face, not taking into consideration that maybe the assassin had a rough day, “LET’S GET THAT POKEMON!” The wolf-hair then rolled away and started calling up some people. Was Oxford in the guild house too? Probably. Was he awake? Probably not. A call would fix that. “TIME FOR REVENGE! LET’S GO!” Caerbannog screamed through telepathy, referring to how the guardian had been so pissed off by a swamp crocodile before. “Scoria! PARTY! NO BOOZE! THIS IS ADVENTURE!” was her call to the druid, “BRING BABY!” Afterwards, the samurai summoned her battle-ready rabbit Hyzenthlay. “Fight today!” Caerbannog said to the rabbit as she rummaged through her Friends list for that one last person who could accompany them in their grand adventure towards possible death. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU JUST SAID, BUT I LIKE THE WAY YOU SAID IT!” the enemic buster replied by waving her club in the air and pumping her little fists up towards the ceiling. At last, she found THAT person. The enchanter who’d been a part of the fight against Sailor Maya-chwan. “Capsule,” she started off slow so as not to shock the enchanter, and then Caerbannog fired away, “LET’S FIGHT ANCESTRAL AMMUT! NORTHERN MARSHLANDS! AAAAAAAA!” And that was that. She looked around to check if Kumori was ready; the samurai herself was already geared up with the bow and quiver on her back and the nagamaki by her side. Hyzenthlay was at the samurai’s feet, ready for some face-wrecking. If the assassin was at least partially ready, the samurai would drag him off to a trip into the Marshlands. It would have been much better if the guardian could join them right off the bat, but the samurai was not about to kick down Oxford’s door just to check if he was still there. Who knows what mysterious things went on in that guy’s room? After a certain talk with Ryuu during their Windsor dungeon raid, Caerbannog was a bit more wary of how she acted around men. .: OOC Notes :. Antisocial Comradery Party GO! Tags: -in post- Word Count: 520 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

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Sword Polishing and Tea Guzzling

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 474 Tags: @dindeen Kumori Scoria Capsule Notes: AMMUT BATTLE AAAAAAAA

Almost...almost there... Oxford's head began to sweat as he rubbed harder. It was so close, and he had to give it his all to finish it off. He bit his lip as he dug into his task, not daring to look away until the job was complete. "Ha ha! Finished! Ever since that battle with Maya-chan, this thing's been stained for the longest time." A shining sword gleamed in the light of the sun, Oxford seeing his distorted reflection on the surface of the flat parts of the blade. He swung it around a couple of times, making sure he didn't knock anything over this time. The last time he swung it around in his room, he accidentally knocked over a bottle of ink, destroying pages of notes. Plus, Omo had managed to get his paws in it at one point, tagging the room with multiple little pawprint ink stains. Even though he managed to scrub most of them off, he'd sometimes find one in a random spot. Oh wait, a Telepathy call was coming in. Wonder who it could bEJEEZUS THAT WAS A LOUD VOICE FOR SUCH A QUIET PERSON. Despite knowing that damage couldn't be dealt inside the guildhouse, he couldn't help but feel that irrepairable damage had been dealt to his ears. After shaking his head to get rid of the ringing in his ears that remained, Oxford replied in kind. "WAKARIMASHITA! JUST LET ME GRAB MY STUFF!" Goodness, Ox was so suddenly disoriented that he was talking in Japanese now. Gomen. He grabbed up the notes he made during a swamp expedition from an earlier time. It involved a half-naked level 1 Guardian and hordes of mobs that were pathetically weak, but that's not important. What's important was that this field boss was gonna get some special treatment from this Guardian. He shoved his sword back into its sheath and grabbed his tower shield as he slung it over his back. He threw open his door, the telltale bags under his eyes signaling to others his lack of sleep. Whatever, he was on a sleep-deprivation induced rage at the mere mention of fighting a giant swamp croc. Oh, when he got his hands on it he was going to...yawn. Loudly. Late night reading sessions were starting to take its toll on the Half-Alv. Better grab a cup of strong tea or something first. He made his way to the kitchen to fix himself something that would hopefully wake him up. He patiently waited for both Caer and Kumori to stop by, ready to depart at a moment's notice...as long as he decided not to take a nap while seated at the kitchen table. Despite the tea coursing through him, his head bobbed sleepily, almost hitting the surface of the table before he straightened back up. Rinse and repeat said process.

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"Fiver, you big fat dummy! You try that again, and I'll suffocate you to death with my poisonous mist! I swear on me mum, m8!"

Capsule's eyes shot open as the high pitched caterwauling from Chibi Maya-chan sounded from the left of her head. The redheaded Enchanter was curled up with a Lander book of common herbal cures; nothing too fancy or new to here, but it was interesting to see how the locals fared before Pharmaceutical advances. The recipes the book contained were incredibly basic and largely ineffective, as well being uncreative. It was a wonder they managed to survive new strains of viruses that had developed over the years.

Fiver had been curled up in her lap up to this point, and Duke was out for the night, so it was relatively quiet until Chibi Maya-chan began to wail. One look at her empty lap told Capsule what had brought this about. The Frenmic Rabbit was missing from his spot. All it took was a slight turn of her head to locate him, sitting beside her shoulder and sniffing at the flower bud nestled on a cushion. The blood red flower bud seemed darker than usual, and not just appearance wise. It - or rather, she - was incredibly pissed off and befouling the air faster than usual. Capsule would need to open a window soon for fresh air, if this continued.

The rabbit wrinkled his nose and growled when Capsule swatted at him with her book, but backed off all the same. "Stop it, both of you!" Ever since she had helped to beat the Maledict Mayaheul, this little bud had clung to her like a koala bear on a tree branch. She demanded to be worn or free from the inventory all the time, and threw a fit when Capsule denied her wishes. The little bud was childish and whimsical little thing. Capsule was only glad that Chibi Maya-chan could not do much beyond speak and wave her vine like tentacles around without outside interference. It would be an absolute nightmare if the bud could start up [Miasma Sprout] on her own. It would be impossible otherwise to convince people that this living flower bud was a hair accessory.

"HMPH! Just keep that dumb ole rabbit away from ME!" The bud's petals stirred ever so slightly in frustration. The flower bud fell silent after that, now giving Capsule and Fiver both the silent treatment. Capsule gave Chibi Maya-chan five minutes before she cracked and went back to her talkative self. Before that could happen, Capsule received a call.

It was a little odd to be receiving a call at this hour, but the Enchanter figured that there was an emergency, or some kind of dangerous shenanigans about to occur. The latter seemed more than likely, given the name of the caller. What did Caerbannog want to do now? Sarum was as good as done at this point, so that left the currently ongoing cleaning event and exploration missions. Capsule blinked in surprise as the Samurai yelled out her demand. The Ancestral Ammut? The Northern Marshlands? At this hour? 'Does it really spawn this late at night?'

Unlike the Maledict Mayahuel, Capsule had an inkling of what the Ancestral Ammut was. The Ammut was an Egyptian demon with a body composed of several animals - hippopotamus, lion and crocodile. It was a thing to be feared, not revered. Capsule imagined that it might not be depicted according to Egyptian lore in the world of Elder Tale, especially since you would be hard pressed to find a hippo or lion in the United Kingdom. Animals like those were in abundance in Africa. 'And in the marshlands, too…' It had been a while since she last schlepped out to the swamp, and that was back when she was going through a major depressive slump. She had almost become some creepy wannabe pirates "bitch," which was worse than being nommed to bits by the crocodiles in the area. At least she would be in a group of high leveled players this time.

"It's time for a journey, you guys. I hope you don't mind." Fiver's little ears perked up at the mention of an adventure, but would soon be dangling in disappointment once they actually reached their destination. He was only a level four monster. There was no way he could stand against something that was sure to be a field boss. No; she would be summoning Dobby once the fight actually started.

The Frenmic Rabbit buzzed happily around her ankles as she prepared herself for the early evening expedition. She tucked the potions she could afford to expend within her squid plush, and donned her cloak over her cloth armor. Her kukri was neatly strapped to her side, and her dragon cuff was affixed to her ear. The minor boost it gave to her Astral Bind skill might prove to be useful tonight. Chibi Maya-chan was placed in Capsule's hair, digging her tiny vines in for stabilization. She fussed a bit when Capsule pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, though. After a combination of spider monkey climbing and parkour, Capsule landed onto the ground outside of her illegal apartment, set Fiver down and equipped her grimoire. A bright light appeared over her shoulder from her recently summoned Magic Light. Venturing out in the dark without a light was just asking for trouble.

'I hope there's no rush.' she thought as she set off. There was no given meeting spot, either, which she found particularly worrisome. The last thing she wanted to do was walk in too early and aggro the Ammut ahead of everyone else. Simply singling out the "Northern Marshlands" was not as good, either. If she was lucky, she would run into them (them being Caer, Kumori, and possibly Oxford and Hirosame; the crew from the Maya-chan fight) while making her way out of the city. So with the buzz of Chibi Maya-chan in her ear, and the light sounds of Fiver scuffling at her heels, Capsule set off into the night.

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[Kumori]

100% 100%

Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 | Nectar Scabbard Skills: Tags:

: Word Count : 0417 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Ryuu was tired and had decided to go to sleep early. He had stayed up the night before in order to get some paperwork done. He went to bed at about 4:00 PM, and since all of his shades could block out the sun and make it look like night, it was great. No sun was able to creep into his room, and he had set it to not wake him up until the next morning. Automation was awesome, especially when you could set them with your HUD. Menial tasks like these were manageable because of the fact that he could set it up. He was so tired, however, that he forgot to lock his door. It was on purpose that he usually didn’t lock it in case of an emergency, but on days like these where he was insanely tired, he’d have locked it already. Unbeknownst to him, Kyuu kicked his door open, jumped up, grabbed her legs, and cannon balled him right in the body. It was quite a rude awakening as all he could feel was pain when his consciousness came to. “Agggghhhh,” he’d yell out. The small body was still sitting on his torso. After he looked at who was on top of him, he turned his body to face a different direction, trying to ignore her. NOPE! She began shaking him violently. “Ugggghhh, please let me sleeeep!” he begged the samurai. “Please,” and then she went on a huge excited yelling spree. “Pokemon? What Pokemon?” he asked. The samurai rolled away without even telling him what was happening. He sighed as if he didn’t go with her, she’d probably get into trouble. He rubbed his eyes, got dressed, and then went to the common area of the guild to wait for her and whoever else decided to come. Before he could even ask where they were about to go, Ryuu was getting dragged along by the small wolf-hair. “Ano, anosa…” he started, but he gave up as there was no point in trying to figure out what they were about to do before they got to their destination. Ryuu saw the Guardian in the kitchen and then as the two walked by, he grabbed Oxford so that they formed a dragging train. “So… she asked you too huh?” he asked. “No point in trying to get any info from her… she’s pretty focused…” He sighed, but that was all he could do. He waited for Kyuu to get them to their destination. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Scoria]

Tags: @dindeen Kumori Capsule @0x1dea
Words: ???
Notes: Muse 1 2

Whatever Scoria's idea of a 'good day' was, it wasn't this. The druid was sitting down in an a certain restaurant, chatting with a certain head chef and having some pie. Okay actually that sounded like a pretty good day to him. Pie, company that wasn't completely terrible, and on top of that, no one was trying to kill him. Things had been going quite well and he was even going so far as to crack a tiny joke or two, but his attention was diverted by the call of adventure. No Booze, huh? Was that the name of... Oh. Right, because last time. Okay. There was only one problem. After Scoria's repeated adventures in Sarum, he had gone ahead and ended up in the Tier II range. And the moment he had done that, Alraune refused to let herself be summoned. Scoria, perhaps unfortunately for the party, was not the type to force his familiars to be summoned. He had been taught what some things felt like when you were a 'summoned creature' and so he didn't bother making any impossible requests. Instead, he simply relayed the current status back. "She refuses to be summoned again."

Getting up and taking part of the pie to go, Scoria dipped his head lightly in the direction of the chef he had been talking to and departed from the restaurant. It had closed some time back, but he still made regular visits every so often to check in on his investment. Even if bad memories had come up here, he knew what was what. And besides, that chef's pies were to die for. Scoria always thanked her for the chance to have more pie, and getting to take some pie with him was a plus. Ever since he had leveled up and gotten Tongue of Nature, he also had the unfortunate ability to hear some rather lecherous animals basically humping each other nonstop. For that reason, he generally kept that toggle skill turned off while inside town. Still, Caer had gotten really strong. Why was she calling him...? Was this going to be another one of those situations where he ended up more or less useless the entire time? Scoria huffed under his breath and adjusted his equipment, setting up his spear for easy access and his grimoires against his sides, in easy reach if he needed to actually use his 'equipped' items. Right now though, he was no more than a regular brawler. The adventurer walked carefully through the city and pulled out his maps, casually taking the quickest and most expedient and safe route to... actually, he had no idea where he was going. All he knew was that he was going to form a party with Caerbannog for something. Maybe it was best to just go find her.

At any rate, Scoria went ahead and turned Tongue of Nature back on and continued to walk before spotting a rather familiar figure. No, it would be more accurate to say he spotted a rather distinct figure, thanks to her prominent feature of red hair. Crimson orbs locked on as Scoria's pace shifted until he was walking about a meter and a half away from Capsule. Taking his lemon pie tin with four slices of pie left, Scoria dipped the pie tin down and wordlessly offered Capsule some. Then, with the permanent glare that he was starting to get known for, Scoria popped the question. "Apparently, you like books." Ahahaha no escape for you, Capsule. He'd handle Kyuu's thing later, right now he had found an interesting individual and wanted some answers. It was pretty convenient that Capsule's path seemed to actually be getting closer to Caerbannog's friend indicator on the map. Excellent. Hopefully Capsule liked lemon pie. The glaring druid kept his sideways glare on Capsule as he walked, careful not to let any Lander so much as touch the pie. No one gets the pie. He'd murder them all if they touched his pie. Except Capsule, he guessed, because she was actually being offered some pie. Anyway. Pie problems aside, Scoria made an attempt to contact the forest sprite once more and see if she'd be summoned, but that kid seemed to be having none of that. Alright then. On the upside, that meant his health and mana had been relatively full. The wolf hadn't really been wanting to show up either, but maybe that was because he hadn't been paying that canine as much attention as he should have. If they continued on their current path, they'd prooooobably end up meeting up with the rest of the crew and going on towards Ammut.

Speaking of the crew, if he had been summoned for a party by Caerbannog, then... Kumori would be there. Ew. Besides that, the variables were too scattered to really make any accurate guesses. Maybe Oxford. He didn't quite know.

HP: 100%
MP: 99%

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HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 3MP every 5s Armor: Charcoal Ooyoroi with Pitch-black Yukata masked with Zankapfel Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Nagamaki || Secondary Weapon: Nótthrafn Pet: Hyzenthlay Skills:

The last rays of sunlight had given the guardian just enough time to finish off his sword polishing. The day soon faded away into an orange sunset and nighttime greeted the adventurers afterwards. Maybe it was not a good idea to venture into the marshlands at such a time; maybe they should have brought an army instead of a party of two Half-Alvs, two Humans and a Wolf-hair. Then again, it could be Ammut’s last supper. They’d never know if they did not take on the challenge, and that was what Caerbannog had in mind when she broke a lander’s spear in half. The girl’s expression had changed from excited, which was when she called up everyone and dragged Kumori along; to upset, because she heard from Scoria that the baby refused to be summoned; to furious, because the lone merchant who had a cart ready near the gate refused to take the group of three to the Marshlands. The lander said he wanted to practice with his spear or something, and so the wolf-hair, with her brow furrowed and her mouth upside-down in a frown, grabbed the spear and broke its wooden handle in half. Hyzenthlay, who’d been watching everything, brandished her club at the lander but knew to stay her weapon since they were in town. She’d almost made the mistake of attacking people before, and the tamer had calmly reminded her not to do it for she would get in trouble. The samurai was anything but calm at that moment though. “Grr-“ was all Caerbannog said, and the lander knew better than to piss the girl off even further. The merchant lamented the fate of his spear but he was rich so, whatever. He readied his horses and once they were wide awake and well-nourished, he hopped onto the cart and motioned for the adventurers to board as well. Caerbannog was all smiles again once they were underway, and her smile glowed even brighter when a little way down the road outside of Londinium, they chanced upon a familiar redhead and a glaring person. The merchant knew Scoria by appearance and did not want to stop for the two, but the samurai put a firm hand on his right shoulder and slowly began to crush his shoulder blade until the lander pulled the cart over. “Let’s go! Party!” the wolf-hair exclaimed as she let go of the merchant, pulled up her interface and invited each adventurer into the party against the Ancestral Ammut. Once they reach the Marshlands, they would have to venture into it in search of a dark purple pool surrounded by swamp crocodiles with the field boss at the middle. How hard could it be? Maybe they could follow the screams of some unfortunate adventurers or landers, or a horrible stench that usually accompanied massive crocodiles due to their diet. As always, the swamp was icky though, so before they stepped into it, Caerbannog put Hyzen on her head and asked oniichan for a piggyback ride. He wouldn’t refuse, right? Riiight? .: OOC Notes :. Tags: Capsule Scoria @0x1dea Kumori Word Count: 505 Code by Neun of ET. Original Artwork by Hideyoshi@DeviantArt.

[Data Holder]

Dear Sirs and Madames,

After seeing your splendid battle against Ms. Maya, I have since trained in the mountains and improved my skills. It would be quite anticlimactic that a highly esteemed reptile of my caliber can only fight a single target at a time, would it not? Here is my upgraded profile.

Ancestral Ammut
Level 35
Type: Reptile
Rank: Field Boss
Nature: Predatory, Sentient
Found in: Northern Thames Marshland
Weakness/Resistances: Resist [Fire, Ice, Water, Physical, Mind], Weak [Lightning], Null [Poison, Slow, Sleep]
Skills:
- Spike: Passive. Deals slight physical damage toward any opponent that attacks it with a physical attack.
- Feeding Frenzy: Spawn a Swamp Crocodile as reinforcements. Also causes nearby Swamp Crocodiles to aggro the target.
- Megaton Slam: Jumps in the air and crashes down on enemies. Targets directly hit by the attack are stunned for 5 seconds, while others within 5 meters will be knocked back by a shockwave.
- Megaton Tail: Strike the target with a heavy tail, stunning them for 2 seconds.
- Shed Skin: Ammut sheds a layer of skin and instantly regenerates its body. Cancels defense and slowing debuffs placed on Ammut, while healing its HP by a small amount. The turn this skill is used, Ammut obtains a physical defense buff.
- Heart Eater: An attack performed on a stunned target. It will whip the target into the air with its tail, then open its jaws wide to chomp on the target. Deals heavy physical damage.
- Sea of Truth: Ammut conjures energy that causes a large wave of water to rise up and subsequently crash down on enemies dealing moderate water damage.
- Scales of Justice: Ammut judges a target's heart and gauges their courage. If that target does not physically attack Ammut within 15 seconds, their stats are halved for a full minute.
Description: A scaly reptile roughly the length of three grown men, its body and jaws as tough as steel. It is the ultimate predator of the swamp, attacking with its sheer mass to suffocate the opponent, striking with its thunderous tail to stun them, and then finally devouring the victim whole. Every evening at 8-9 PM in the Thames Marshland, where the swamp forms a dark purple pool, this monster emerges along with several Swamp Crocodiles.

 Please feel free to indicate in your post whenever you are ready for combat so that Mr. Data Holder may call for me. Until then, I shall be attending a Crocodile College graduation ceremony. I believe many of our graduates have expressed interest in meeting you, so I look forward to introducing them to you.

Sincerely,

Ammut, Ph.D.
Dean, Division of Undergraduate Predation

[Scoria]

Tags: @dindeen Kumori Capsule @0x1dea
Words: ???
Notes: Muse 1 2
Temporarily cutting ahead for ice field stuff

It was really strange, the druid noted internally, that both his familiars were simultaneously refusing to appear and refusing to cut off the link. It was like they were trying to be coy or whatever, but at the same time, they wouldn't so much as show their faces. Both of them, really, and that was just weird. Well, he wasn't exactly going to close the door on them, so he did the appropriate thing and left the link up so either one of them could answer if and when they wanted to. It wasn't like he was going to be forced to go up against a field boss or something where he'd have to play very efficiently and conserve his mana. Hahaha. Haha. No way that'd happen, right? Right guys?

Scoria's eyes locked onto the Lander's momentarily in a brief moment of understanding before he dipped his head in appreciation towards @dindeen and hopped up onto the cart, glancing over his shoulder just once to make sure Capsule was making it onto the cart fine. He had offered her a slice of pie a few minutes ago and he was not about to see the pie go to waste because she could not board a carriage properly. Speaking of pie, the druid stared down at the pie. Assuming Capsule took a slice, there were three slices left. He naturally (or perhaps uncharacteristically) offered one to both Caerbannog and @0x1dea, accompanied by a Scoria glare^TM. With just one slice left, Scoria stared it down and then glanced up at the last member of the party. Kumori, huh? Scoria glanced down at the pie, then up at Kumori, then down at the pie, before finally letting out a small grunt and offering the last slice to the assassin. If Kumori said no to this pie, Scoria would probably kick him in the shins or something.

The real concern at this point for Scoria was the gathering of rather high-leveled adventurers. Sometimes, he wasn't quite sure why Caerbannog invited him places. His level was clearly sorely lacking in comparison to her's, and from a cursory glance of the rest of the party, it was obvious that everyone else was stronger than he was too. A good thing he didn't operate in a manner where levels had a strong effect. Still, it was concerning that so many high leveled players were gathering and Scoria's joking thoughts from before were starting to get increasingly concerning. While it might not have been a field boss, if it was something to the effect of a dungeon, it might be problematic to not inform everyone of how he operated. The downside was that once he gave them the chance to get used to this... well, he wouldn't be able to use it against them in the case of a catastrophe. Groaning under his breath, Scoria placed a hand on the Lander's shoulder and gestured for them to stop. Scoria hopped off at a somewhat flat area before glancing at those assembled and taking a breath. This was going to be a speech. He could feel it and the severity of his gaze only reflected that. After all, he hated speeches.

"Based on what I understand, what we're going up against isn't going to be easy. Caerbannog should understand, but for the rest of you, I use denial tactics. Unfortunately, my strongest denial skill also zones everyone, including myself, out." Glacial Freeze. "If what we're facing is going to be a proper challenge, then everyone ought to get used to moving on my ice fields. I can maneuver around because this is a skill I use almost as much as every other skill combined. I'm used to it. If you don't want to fall flat on your face or want me to cast nothing but Cure Bloom, take a few minutes to learn to move. You can do what penguins do and place your weight directly vertical and waddle. You slip because you apply force diagonally and not perpendicularly to the surface of the ice. Otherwise, you learn to slide and shift your weight to move, skating without skates." Scoria took a brief moment to demonstrate both before calmly sliding his way around the perimeter of the ice field. This was his favorite skill and he used it almost all the time, so while it might normally throw off adventurers, it was Scoria's home ground. He was the Ice Bitch, it only made sense that ice fields would be his domain.

As far as the minute time-limit was concerned, Scoria would continually refresh the ice field whenever it might vanish. The field itself was a 10-meter-wide circle, which probably gave folks enough room to get accustomed to moving on an irregular surface. The skating druid continued to move about carefully and took a brief moment while people were distracted to throw some money at the Lander who transported them before continuing his speech. "Because my usage of spells is minimal and I don't act like a regular druid, I should make a few other things clear. I can revive someone with most of their hp once and just once in a 3 minute timespan. My heals are limited and weak in nature. I will Call Storm at some point, if someone indicates to me that they use elemental attacks. I am a denial mage and a brawler, so expect things that are unreasonable for druids. Also, if any of you die after I've used up my revive skill, I will personally head over to the cathedral and punch you. Do not die. No heroes, or I will strangle you. Since we'll be in the swamp, this might actually be useful in terms of terrain, so get used to it. That's it. I'm done speaking." Scoria let out an audible grunt of distaste after having said quite as much as he did before huffing and continuing to slide around the perimeter of the ice rink, leaning in just enough so that he'd turn. It was a feat of practice, more than anything else. Time for everyone else to get a turn falling on their faces. Once that was done, they'd probably head off again and Scoria would naturally follow. Yaaaay. Scoria let out another grunt and wished he'd saved himself a piece of pie. He wanted some more pie. Putting that thought aside, Scoria continued to circle and kept an eye out for anyone who might have fallen over. It wasn't really characteristic of him to be helping anybody, but he'd make a super special exception for Fire Turtle, Kyuu, and Oxford. Kumori could get up by himself. Hell, he needed the extra practice. As one of the most mobile, if Kumori couldn't figure out how to handle Scoria's ice rinks, there would be trouble.

HP: 100%

MP: 95%

Active Skills: Familiar Summoning: Alraune/Grey Wolf, Glacial Freeze, Tongue of Nature

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Skate or Pie

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 512 Tags: @dindeen Kumori Scoria Capsule Data Holder Notes: Ox is about as ready as he'll ever be.

In reply to Kumori's question, the only answer Oxford could come up with was a cross of "Haaaaaah" and "Hmmmmm". The guardian blindly followed the assassin as he pulled on Ox's arm, dragging him along as they followed the energetic samurai. The dragging train Ox and Kumori formed finally boarded at Merchant Station(wagon) and set off once the Ice Queen and the Keeper of the Flaming Hair joined them on their journey for supposedly epic questing. Supposedly. Don't get your hopes up, otherwise you might go home disappointed. The rocking of the cart as they made their way to the swamp lulled Ox into a slumber, and a pretty deep one at that. However, the thoughts of taking out his reptile anger on the Ancestral Ammut ending up making him dream about one. Not only was it large and imposing, but it was sentient as well as being capable of speech! And it had a doctrate in Natural Predation, as well as being a certified dean capable of teaching undergrad Ammuts how to be an educated, cold-blooded predator! And that was absolutely TERRIFYING. He flinched when the massive lizard suddenly lunged at him, causing him to sit upright and nearly get a faceful of pie from the scowling individual holding it in front of his face. "Ah. Thanks." He took a huge bite out of it, hoping that the sugar would help wake him up. Or then again, he could suddenly suffer a sugar low in the middle of battle, potentially endangering him and maybe everyone else. Oh well. Pie. Nom. Scoria began talking about ice skating basics and the necessary stances and physics everyone would have to master before they faced Dr. Ammut. Unfortunately for Oxford, his attention was focused on the weird dream he had and the predator professor. Jeez, how many years of college did he have to go through to finally get his degree? What kind of classes would be required to complete his undergraduate terms? Or more importantly, what kind of subject did he base his thesis paper on? New ways of tracking prey? How to remain hidden? Honing one's senses to be more effective in fights against Adventurers? Effective ways of cooking meals out of the items they drop once defeated? The guardian almost fell flat on his face as he lowered himself down from the wagon, waking up a bit more as he experienced the frictionless feeling of sliding. He gripped the wagon tighter as he straightened his stance, pulling himself closer to the wagon to make sure he had a sturdy support. "Thank you, rickety ol' wagon. I love you." Ox didn't care if anyone heard his random muttering. He was too tired to care, and this ice was annoying. Why couldn't they all wear spiked boots if they were gonna go running around on an icy surface? Almost as if in protest, the guardian ran a bit before diving to the floor, sliding about halfway across the ice on his belly. Apologies to those Ox may have careened into during his sliding rompus.

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[Capsule]

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Boy Dance Party

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Swiggity swooty, I'm coming for that booty.

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@dindeen, Kumori, @0x1dea & Scoria

The last person Capsule expected to run into at this hour and area was Scoria the Druid, though given his demeanor and reputation, didn't he seem more like the sort to be skulking about like a thief in the night? The redheaded Enchanter blinked owlishly as Scoria popped the question - about her interest in books, of course. "Yes, I am quite fond of them," she answered carefully. Fiver propped himself up on her boots to squint up at the man, who was now offering Capsule… pie? She accepted it, of course. How long ago it was since she'd last had such a treat, and when would be the next? "Thanksh," she said, after a taking a large bite of her slice. Oh hey, lemon.

Capsule munched in silence as they continued, unsure of what to say to the man. He was kind of intimidating, and small talk never was her thing. Thankfully, she was not forced to wonder long; a cart was stopping by like an unwanted taxi service. Either the people were friendly, or the sort of idiots who tried to fight or mug people in town. Fiver's lack of aggression said otherwise, but you could never be too careful. "Caer?" The little Samurai had one hand placed on the shoulder of the lander driving the cart, which was crowded with a tall and bulky figure, and a shorter (but not as short as Caer) and slimmer one. Both men looked kind of sleepy, but Caer was apparently bursting with energy.

"Guten Abend." She dusted her hands of pie crust before accepting the invitation from Caer. Scoria was also going to be tagging along, as well. "Is it a boy dance party?" She was kidding, of course, but the male to female ratio was a bit high. If they really wanted to, Kumori, Oxford and Scoria could go find a gentleman's club or their own building and… host a boys only dance party. There was nothing homoerotic about it, of course. It was like, what? A bromance? Yeah, that. So, with the image of Kumori twerking stuck in her head, Capsule climbed into the cart after Scoria. Fiver hopped on afterwards, placing himself on Capsule's lap.

The ride into the marshlands was a lot quicker than if they were to walk there. Capsule carelessly swung her legs over the empty air on the back of the cart. She had her back to the others, and her front facing the swiftly retreating city. If anyone or anything had gotten cheeky enough to attack them from the rear, they would have suffered from a Pulse Bullet to the face.

She was still swinging her legs when they came to a stop. Scoria was giving out ice skating lessons, and Capsule wanted a piece of that. She had ice skated with her brothers in her youth, and that combined with her knowledge of parkour had taught her how to fall in a "safe" manner. Plus, she had Nightmare Sphere, so she was not too concerned. Besides, it was only a little ice. How bad could it - Jegus, Scoria. The ice field the Druid summoned was… it was a lot bigger than she had thought it would be.

"Bluh! Capsule, what is this stuff?! It's so damn cold and slippery!" Her rabbit, Fiver, was already out on the ice and having some difficulty navigating around on it. Capsule giggled as the rabbit slipped and slid around on the ice, until he was flat on his stomach and spinning in a circle near the center. Gripping the side of the cart, she turned around and gingerly set both feet on the ground. After taking a moment or two to get a feel for the ice, Capsule lightly pushed against the cart and released it.

It wasn't as graceful as she would have liked, but at least she wasn't tripping and falling on her ass or face. "Help! Help me, Capsule!" Fiver looked so pitiful lying there. She twisted and slid across the ice towards him, wishing she had a decent pair of ice skates and not just boots. These boots were made for walking, not ice skating.

"Silly bunny," she teased as she came upon him. Fiver flopped around like a dead fish, failing each time to rise onto his feet. Helping him up was the only time she fell, all because the silly rabbit got overexcited, much like a certain starfish that tore his sponge friend's boat apart when he was drowning. "Damn it, Fiver!" He was soooo going back to the slot once her feet were on solid ground. Thankfully, Scoria was there to help her up - Oxford, why.

Fiver squeaked as Capsule squeezed him tight, as if he were a plush toy. The Guardian went sailing past just a few inches away from them, which almost gave the Enchanter a heart attack. On second thought… "Toboggan!" Capsule skated after the man, and depending on whether or not she could catch him, would sit on his back and ride him like a sled. It may not be what Scoria had intended the ice field to be for, but surely this would come in handy later. No, not really; she just wanted to experience a human toboggan ride. It would be a party if Caer decided to join in.

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[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 71 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 501	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Getting to the place was pretty uneventful. They got on the wagon, said their hellos and introduced themselves to those who didn’t know them… which was unlikely since they all knew each other. They travelled along the road until they got to their destination in the marshlands. I mean… if the train of Caerbannog, Kumori, and Oxford wasn’t hilarious enough for you in the last posting rounds, I don’t know what is.

Anyways… Scoria offered him a pie, and the ferocity that he would face if he didn’t take the cake… well he didn’t feel like dealing with that one right now. Soooo, he took the slice and ate it peacefully, hopefully not incurring the wrath of the druid. Anyways. The druid explained what his tactics were and how he used them. He was all too familiar with the Glacial Freeze as he had used it during one of their outings, and yes, by outings I meant drinking games. There was once upon a time where in another life time, this author had probably god-modded to use his knives as ice skates.

Now… if this was another world, Baam, I mean Kumori would’ve recognized this alligator as Rak, I mean Ammutt. Well Baam, I mean Kumori’s name would actually be “Black Turtle,” and for whatever reason called his best friend blue turtle. Why were they all turtles? Does this mean Caerbannog was blue turtle? I guess it fit, somewhat… her favorite color was blue. It made sense.

Anyways… it seemed the alligator was actually intelligent. Had he known less, he would’ve thought this man to be a the brutish type… wait… Crocodile College? Wasn’t he an alligator?! NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE! He’s an imposter! I should call the Crocodile College should be informed of their intruder. Alligators should not be going to Crocodile College. I don’t care if it’s not political correct!

Now that the author has finally gotten his composure, he can continue writing things that make sense. The held onto the hilts of his daggers and waited for the tanks to start. It seemed that Ammut would not be facing them at this moment, but he figured it would be soon, that is after they destroyed his children. The assassin looked at the samurai and Oxford who were their only tanks. Ryuu was the only DPS in this set up, so a lot of the damage would heavily rely on the enchanter to beef his attacks up. Well, most of them have worked together before, so now he would just have to wait for his dear friend to start the battle. He knew it wouldn’t be easy… and seeing how this Alligator was able to go to Crocodile College, it was probably for good reason. “Ikimasho!” he said to his team. They could do this… they had to do this. They were only the strongest players in Elder Tales. If they couldn’t do this… against a level 35 field boss, they would never be able to succeed at anything.

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What an odd case of déjà vu. Caerbannog spaced out for a moment, and when she came to, the samurai found herself surrounded by familiar people with Hyzenthlay on top of her head. What was she doing in the marshlands? Oh, right, she had wanted a piggyback ride which Kumori so rudely dismissed. S’all good; it’s not like they’re married or anything. Capsule was there too... weren’t they killing some kobolds in the Londinium Underground with- nah, can’t be. @0x1dea! Where had he been?! It felt as if a long, long time had passed since they last saw each other, but the ride from Londinium to the Marshlands wasn’t THAT long, right? Due to distractions, Caerbannog was so lost in her thoughts that she did not notice the ice field which had been created by the druid Scoria. “OOF!” the samurai fell flat on her face and hurt her little nose on the solid ice. Hyzenthlay rolled onto the ice as her tamer fell, and the rabbit took a tumble towards Capsule’s feet. “Ow... I guess this isn’t a fight for a pretty little bunny,” Caer sat up and steadied herself with both hands, and then she waved Hyzen away by unsummoning the enemic buster. Running around in inappropriate footwear probably made matters worse and so the samurai did what she thought would make things easier for her: she took of her footwear. That probably was not such a great idea for her feet would soon feel cold, but at the moment, Caerbannog noted that her skin stuck somewhat to the ice field. She wouldn’t stay in one place for too long lest she get frostbitten, but being barefoot allowed her to feel the ice beneath her and move on it without slipping. “Okay! Ready!” Caerbannog half-slipped, half-ran towards the boss and Data Holder.