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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 22:36:00 GMT
 It seemed that Sayha didn’t need her blades once she finished one of the kobolds off as the rest either exploded into bubbles being defeated by another in the party or they ran, which was only one that she saw… after she heard Fletcher clicking and barking at it. She recalled the <Tongue of Nature> ability and assumed he had it. That was the only thing that made sense to her.
Once everyone was done fighting, Dumah called for them to keep moving. Sayha spun the swords in her hands a few times before finally sheathing them. She felt like something was off… not in the dungeon but with the party. The synergy wasn’t there yet… but it would come over time… or at least she hoped.
As the group started to move their way through the tunnels, Sark had decided to become a permanent addition to the team which was fine. Though he asked if there was treasure down the tunnels. He sounded like a little kind in a candy store. Dorian was the first to reply stating that they were clearing the tunnels for the train system which was true enough.
“I’m here to help kill things,” Sayha shrugged, “Also, I feel it’s my duty to help with the train system in whatever way I can since Hiro’s my guild leader now. It’s also the right thing to do since its helping the Landers who don’t have a second chance if they die. If there’s treasure at the end of the trail, I honestly could care less. Treasure shouldn’t be the main reason you do anything. Is it nice? Sure, but money should never be your center-focus. The love of money is the root to all evil, even in this world. Remember that.”
Sayha chose not to say more but decided to keep her senses on high alert. Londinium Underground was technically considered a dungeon despite being almost in the heart of the city… kind of like Ragefire Chasm and Stormwind Stockades in another game she used to play a lot. Though she expected to see more kobolds by now in the tunnels.
Now something was off in the dungeon…
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 21, 2015 15:23:12 GMT
Things had died down rather quickly. The kobalds proved themselves a minor threat, if that, and seemed to be more of a speed-bump than anything. That's what worried Kane. Sure the party was strong, (whether they got along well or not would prove itself over time) but there should be more conflict than the one small conflict. The lull between conflicts always had hit him harder than the conflicts themselves. Combat was simple. It was a game of chess; it was strategy with the pieces you are dealt, all with the goal of total domination. Sure there were always variables that would add themselves into the equation regardless, but it was still in the end a giant game of strategy. There was no strategy for dealing with the unknown. Sark's question was one of the first things to break the silence, his eager assumptions driving some rather entertaining answers from the others. Dorian got to the point rather quickly, addressing how they were here for the purpose of a quest. Sayha was somewhat simpler, stating she was just here to kill things before berating the dwarf for being greedy concerning wealth. Kane gave a light chuckle, his hands once again in the pockets of his pinstripe pants. His answer would probably be the simplest of the group. "I'm just along for the ride." Tags: Fletcher |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 22, 2015 1:42:59 GMT
The kobolds were dealt with, although with a moment’s respite they were back to it, heading deeper into the dungeon. Sark joined Fletcher and the pair walked down into the depths with the rest of the group, Sark piping up about the contents of the dungeon. True to form, Sark’s ability to exaggerate the reality of what was happening was both a refreshing breeze to their dim environment. Dorian brought him down to earth explaining why they were down here. The train system needed to be secured, although it was at that point that Fletcher wondered what they were disturbing down here. If monsters had nests or homes down here, then what right did they have to disturb them? They would have to relocate, and the dwarf only hoped that it wouldn’t be do somewhere less convenient for them to dispatch in the future. Respawning wouldn’t just simply stop just because a train moved in.
Further bringing them back to reality, Sayha commented on her role in the party. She was wise beyond her years, getting more than a few agreeable nods from the oldest of the group. She was sharp, and the pair of them so far had seen eye to eye on a few matters. At the mention of her joining a guild however, that got him thinking what kind of man this Hiro was. He couldn’t say that he’d heard of this person before, but if Sayha was helping them out as a guild member, he may have just figured out who was actually in charge. She left her lecture to Sark about the need for treasure short in favour of paying attention to their surroundings. Noctis mumbled something about just coming along for the sake of it, leaving the party in stark silence again.
The faint drip of moisture falling from the top of the tunnels and into the mildewy roads they were travelling. It was quiet; too quiet for a dungeon supposedly riddled with monsters and impeding the progress of train development. They continued down with still no signs of kobolds, and Fletcher started to think twice about his warning to one of the last ones that they came across. Did it run and warn the others to flee before they arrived, or were they wandering into a trap? Fletcher dropped his voice down to a whisper, just loud enough for others around him to hear. He may not reach everyone, but getting a few members of the party was going to be enough. H didn’t want to tip off their potential foes, but they needed to be wary that it was coming. ”It’s too quiet. I believe the Kobolds that fled have warned up the others and they’re lying in wait. We’re in the middle of an ambush waiting to be sprung.” For those with hearing aptitude or overly persceptive, the sound of slow, predatorial breathing. The kobolds were ready for them, they just needed to be a little bit closer before they were completely surrounded and the trap could be sprung.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 22:41:45 GMT
 As the party walked on through the dark tunnels of Londinium's underground, Sark asked everyone what their motives were for coming down to such an area to clear out the kobolds. Naively, he took a guess, believing we were after treasure. The Samurai had a sparkling glint of hope in his eyes, and seeing his excitement, Dumah smiled and chuckled. "No, nothing as amazing as treasure, I am afraid." Every member of the party began to list off their reasons: Preparing the area for the establishment of the trains system, just wanting to help kill the kobolds, everyone but Fletcher gave their reason. The one that had intrigued Dumah the most however was Corvo's. With a slight chuckle, the Heretic claimed he was just along for the ride. Dumah was the last to speak, a solemnly soft smile on his face. "I also want to help the establishment of the trains system, but to be honest, I formed this party and offered to come down here because I wanted to feel appreciated. Not many in this world take too kindly to my formal nature, claiming I act as though I am better than most. I have been met with a bit of disdain from many of the Adventurers and People of The Land because of how I act. Thus, I wished - or rather, still wish - to help in any ways I can. Unfortunately, many people have just assumed that I do all I can simply for the attention..." Dumah chuckled a bit and smiled awkwardly at the party. "I am sorry, I'm just rambling now, aren't I?"
The party walked on for quite a way, though disturbingly, they had yet to encounter another horde of kobolds. Fletcher spoke softly, stating that he believes the escaped kobolds must have warned the others deeper in the dungeon, giving them time to prepare. Dumah nodded and held his finger up to his ear, muting himself to all but the party through the use of telepathy, though his lips could still be seen moving. "I believe you are right... Sark, you are our primary tank, perhaps you should lead ahead of us." Dumah hated having to ask his friend to put himself in harm's way like this, but it was the logical choice for the tank to do their job. "I can hear them breathing very slowly in anticipation. They are up ahead."
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As the party continued on, Sark leading the group, the Dwarf Samurai walked past a large boulder of rubble, not noticing the two kobolds that jumped out from behind the rubble, ambushing Sark with their cudgels drawn and ready to attack. Dumah quickly drew his sword, running to attack the two kobolds that had ambushed Sark. As the party got into a battle formation, with Sark, Sayha and Dumah in the front lines, and Fletcher, Dorian, and Corvo in the rear to back them up, they were too distracted by the battle ahead to notice as three kobolds came out of hiding and ambushed the party from behind, quickly reaching the casters in the party. One let out a shout as it fiercely struck the Shaman, Dorian. Dumah heard this and quickly shot a glance back, noticing the trio of kobolds that had flanked the party. "Dammit!" A direct hit from a kobold on a level one Shaman should deal some serious damage; Dumah was a bit angry with himself for not thinking to protect the back of the party in the event of another ambush. "Fold Step!" With a sudden burst of speed, Dumah was shot to the back of the party, quickly reaching into his pocket and grabbing a stone. Using the telepathy, he warned his party, "Close your eyes for a moment, this will be bright!" Tossing the stone into the air, Dumah quickly closed his eyes for a moment. "Flush Draw!" As he shouted the activation of his skill, the pebble let out a blinding light, and Dumah opened his eyes again to see the kobolds distracted by the light. He quickly commanded the spell casters in the party. "Move to the middle of the group, we will have to protect you from both sides!" With this, the light dimmed and Dumah rushed at the three kobolds, delivering a quick strike to each, drawing their aggro. Like the first fight, the three attempted to strike the Swashbuckler. Parrying and dodging the swings of their cudgels, Dumah waited for all three to come near before activating another skill. "Shuffle Windmill!" Dumah stood still and spun with his sword extended, slashing all three of the kobolds at once, though this was not enough to kill them, he kept their attention on him and off of the spell casters.
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Post by Sark on Oct 24, 2015 5:42:08 GMT
The dwarf strolled down the forgotten tunnels of the Londinum Underground. His hands were clasped behind his head, and his casual gait denied the danger around them. After he had asked about the party’s goal, the other’s had been quick to correct his misunderstand. The shaman had politely explaining it was for another expansion to the burgeoning transit system; this time allowing for access to the various outlying suburbs of Londinium and linking the Thames Coastline trainline with the one that headed towards Snowdonia. The cold hearted assassin scolded Sark for his question, confusing his excitement with treasure with a lust for gold. It was a common mistake to make, and with a petulant head-toss the samurai had let her comment pass. This might’ve amused the sewn-up man, who merely chuckled and muttered something about rides. After a moment of silence, the eloquent half-Alv spoke up. He explained his insecurities in his own formal way before lapsing back to silence. It was a touching speech, moving Sark to pat the guy on the back. ”You’re pretty cool Dumah, don’t stress about it!”The group walked on in silence for some time, before Fletcher spoke up. Looking across as his friend Sark could see the older dwarf’s eyes were tight with concern. There was a suggestion of an ambush; apparently Fletcher’s ears could just make out the sound of breathing down the way. Dumah took the threat seriously, and requested Sark take the point as the class with the highest amount of HP. The lightly armoured dwarf nodded, jogging ahead of the others. He had not had much experience with large party fights since the Change, but he did have a lot of experience with pick up groups on LH before then. The mood had become more serious, so the samurai tried to think through their situation. ’Double dodge DPS, double glass cannons, DMG nullify, heal … We’re not a well rounded group, but last time our damage was enough to nullify the monsters before they had a chance to attack. The easiest tactic is the split-and-defeat method, with each damage dealer only taking enough aggro for them to defeat while the healers fix up mistakes.
‘Dumah and I are the only ones who should take more aggro than we can chew, so I should let the others know I intend to generate aggro, rather than finish things off. It will be a balancing game, especially in a longer battle. That Noctis fellow is going to draw all the aggro if he doesn’t pace himself. That just leaves the shaman’s role then. I guess h—‘Something thumped heavily into his back, sending the samurai sprawling across the ground. He recovered quickly, rolling onto his feet. It gave him just enough time to see a pair of kobolds, one recovering from his swing while the other was bring down their own cudgel. They were strongly lit by the magic light floating over Sark’s shoulder, throwing their faces into terrible shadows. He knew he would be too late, but raised his wedge-like sword for a desperate parry nonetheless. Through some luck, or party benefit Sark’s straining muscles were just able to put his sword in the way to deflect the wooden beam off to his left side. True to his battle style, the miniature samurai made the most of the force of the attack. As it pushed him to his right he moved with the motion, swinging his body about transfer the energy down into his blade. It snuck around his ankles before darting up, scoring the lead kobold’s arm. The motion allowed Sark to perform a small hop, coming to face with the kobold who had first struck him. ”Two kobolds!” He advertised to his party. Now to keep them busy. Off the top of his head, he only had a single skill which drew addition aggro; aura swing. It was a new skill he has recently picked up, and was yet to truly master its uses. Trusting that his companions had the rest of the battle under control, Sark focused just on the 2 kobolds in front of him. He edged his way around them, then sunk into a deeper stance. Raising his sword over his shoulder he focused his mana from his body through into the sword, which began to subtly glow. As the glow grew in intensity the kobolds closed in, yapping in their own language. Just as they came within reach Sark swung, a heavy overarm swing which crashed into the ground. It was a watered down version of his most elite technique, but still effective. True to form the kobolds shifted their attention to Sark, so he went from offense mode to defence. Lightspeed was activated, this time not for its movespeed benefit, but its mild defensive barrier. ”Glass cannons; finish these guys!”Samurai:______ 20
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2015 11:36:53 GMT
With the group heading further into the tunnels, the rest of the party followed his lead to explain their purpose for being here in the dungeon; Dorian listened intently to every single one of them. His aura detection was limited at best at his low level, and so the only way he'd be able to gather upon people's natures would be to listen and watch. Of course, listening and watching were both the core aspects of the Field Monitor and Operator's roles, which certainly made it easier. Alas, Fletcher did not reply, only comment on the danger ahead. Skrowe seemed to pick up on that. Perhaps I should come out sooner rather than later? If we get ambushed, it's us that'll be hit first. The kobolds may be vile creatures, but they know when their outmatched, and they'll hit the weakest link to drop the party into disarray. Alas, the Shikigami was right; giving a nod to the rest of the group, he stepped a little bit behind the rest of the people at the back to focus on the summoning, Skrowe materialising in his physical form above Dorian's shoulder. And it was lucky too, for had Skrowe not appeared and been keeping his eye back, the Shaman would never have picked up on the sense of an ambush from behind. Quickly turning his head to look over his shoulder, he spotted one of the kobolds moving to attack him. With a 1.5 second cast time on 'Leaping Apricot Technique', he should be able to make it out of the way, but only just. With a sudden focused glare, he picked out the spot 6 meters behind him, disappearing in a burst of mana only to reappear behind the attacking kobolds. With the rest of the party springing into action, the monsters were forced to focus their attention forward, surprisingly forgetting about the level 1 Shaman quickly as all that was left of him was apricot flower petals, the smell beginning to fill the air of the tunnel. Of course, to others it would have appeared that he was hit by the kobolds swing and instantly disappeared, as his form shrunk into the shadows, finding a nook within the tunnel wall to hide himself. Giving the awaiting Shikigami a gesture towards the ensuing battle, Dorian watched from a distance, his hand moving to his ear as he finally started speaking telepathically. "I'm okay, I managed to get out of there before I got hit." He quickly got to work counting the formations, nodding his head as he assumed he had a good grasp of the situation. "5 kobolds; 2 with Sark at the front, 3 behind. We need to focus on the group of three first, I think; get rid of the danger for the spellcasters. Sir Sark can hold off the two for now, but be fast!" He hoped he wasn't being too bossy when it came to his telepathic announcement, focusing on helping as best as he could. In the meantime, Skrowe was busy whizzing around the heads of the two kobolds in front of Sark, helping him keep their attention focused on the front of the group alongside him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 0:06:38 GMT
Sayha listened to everyone’s reasons as to why they were there. Fletcher didn’t answer, but Sayha figured he was there just for the sake of being there… and maybe because there hadn’t been a healer in the group yet. Sayha had started to respect the Summoner since they both seemed to be on the same page when it came to things.
Dumah did eventually give his reason, and it made Sayha roll her eyes internally. He was, quite frank, way to uptight about everything. He needed to loosen up, and Sayha would figure out one way or another to get that through his head.
When Sayha glimpsed sudden movement, Sayha quickly thought to herself that she hated being right. She had sensed something was off, and she just had to be right. Two kobolds quickly jumped out of hiding places to attack Sark first. He seemed to manage alright, but then others went to attack Dorian. He had summoned his Shikigami so he was able to not get hit.
Passively, the group had made a circle with Dorian in the center. During that time, Sayha applied <Death Stinger> to her weapons, poisoning them.Hopefully Fletcher and Noctis would be able to protect him. Sayha jumped right into action, targeting the nearest kobold to her. “<Quick Draw>,” Sayha dashed towards it and slashed, “<Sword Rain Flurry>.” It was the same combo she had used before to take care of the other kobold from earlier. She had a feeling the poison would do its job so she quickly jumped to another nearby kobold, “<Deadly Dance>.” She sliced forward in an X pattern. It wouldn’t do a huge amount of damage, but that wasn’t her intention. When she saw her poison successfully applied, she jumped back, readying herself in case there was a counter attack.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 26, 2015 15:32:40 GMT
The kobalds weren't too much of a surprise honestly. He should have sniped the one that Fletcher had scared off at the end of the last encounter. It sounded cruel, but with these monsters, a Scorched Earth policy was the only true way to go. As the first two kobalds jumped out in front of them, he began charging up Miasma bullet, preparing to eliminate at least one of the minor threats. Then the three jumped out from behind them. He had to give them a little credit actually, they had gotten smarter. But it still wasn't smart enough. He was glad he had picked up the Spellwalking skill recently, as he switched his target in the last portion of his charge to one of the new kobalds, and made his way towards the middle of the now forming circle. It was slow, his pace only currently at max a nice walk, but it was still progress as opposed to his inability to move at lower levels. The miasma bullet cracked out of its charging position and ripped through the kobald, quickly reducing it to a quickly rising spout of bubbles. He supposed the tailor was right, calling him a glass cannon. But if that's the role he was playing, he would definitely blast whatever he was pointed at to smithereens. He charged up another miasma bullet, and eliminated the other kobald that had yet to be engaged. Tags: Fletcher |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 27, 2015 1:00:37 GMT
Fletcher grumbled as the trap was sprung. They’d done nothing to avoid the confrontation, although perhaps they’d just noticed a little bit too late. Regardless, it was frustrating that they were caught out; his eyes snapped to Dorian who was the largest problem in this, being a level one potentially meant he’d be felling in just one good cleave if they weren’t careful. Sark was taken by two kobolds and was reinforced by Dumah, the pair of them shouldn’t have that hard a time dealing with the two kobolds, but that did still leave the rest of the kobolds appearing on the scene to deal with. That’s when it became clear that they became pincered and Dorian was struck. ”Carbuncle!” The blue fox ran to reinforce their rear line in an attempt to protect Dorian, but came skidding to a halt as Dumah snapped into position to protect their rear line. Fletcher nodded to himself and covered his eyes as the message came in over telepathy.
When the flash was done with, Carbuncle started pacing backwards into the middle of the group with its summoner. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the movement he’d seen from Dorian around the same time that the kobolds appeared was just him dodging, which was just as well given that it wouldn’t have bode well if there had been a direct hit. Dumah taking the frontlines again was welcomed but also problematic given his role was not that of a tank; even with levels beyond what the monsters were. Three kobolds at once may be a problem in terms of mitigating damage. Carbuncle’s ruby shone and a Damage Interception barrier formed around Dumah; it wasn’t going to be as strong as a Shaman’s version, but it should stave off enough of the damage to offset Dumah’s lack of bulk as a Swashbuckler.
Two Miasma Bullets came flying across the battlefield and two were felled soon after Dumah’s slicing and dicing, rapidly reducing the opposing number from five to three. Perhaps he needn’t worry so much about the party’s overall bulk if this was how fast they were going to be dispatching threats. Although, part of Fletcher felt that this was likely his fault. The kobold that he talked into leaving could’ve rallied troops and caused this predicament. That said, they didn’t seem that smart, but perhaps their tribal leader was, and understood what was happening when a scouting party reported back with what had happened. Mercy was apparently not of the way of the kobolds. Looking down his list of fellow party members, he tagged Sark as the one that needed the most assistance with his HP and obliged, throwing out a healing spell out his way. It didn’t bring him up to full, and nor would it with Sark’s larger HP pool as one of the tankier classes, but it’d at least bring up back up to 95% or so assuming he didn’t sustain any more damage.
Carbuncle was on standby, awaiting orders and keeping an eye on the remaining kobolds. ”Carbuncle, keep guard of Dorian. Prioritise keeping a barrier up on him and I’ll conduct the healing in the meantime.” Carbuncle seemed to understand the command and took up a position before the Shaman, awaiting the next happening of combat.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 3:34:59 GMT
The fight was going well, all things considered. Surprisingly, they had yet to have a single casualty. Before Dorian was attacked, he managed to escape, leaving nothing but many flower petals in his place. Not long after, everyone was able to breathe easy as they heard the Shaman's voice assure them all he was unharmed. He seemed to have warped to a suitable location as he was clearly still able to monitor the battle and field, alerting us to the exact numbers and positions of the enemies. Five kobolds in total, three in the back with Dumah and two in the front with Sayha and Sark.
The Assassin quickly sprang into action, preparing her weapons with a coating of poison, then dashing to one of the two kobolds near Sark, not bothering to finish it off before jumping at the second kobold, leaving her blade's poison to finish the job on the first.
As Dumah held the attention of three kobolds, a spell shot past his head. Though he had not been the target of the attack, seeing movement in the corner of his eye caused the Swashbuckler to bring his sword up, the blade pointed back, hovering over his shoulder as his left hand held the blunt center of the blade, preparing in the event an enemy sjhould try to swing at his head. Almost immediately, as his mind processed what he had actually seen as Corvo's Miasma Bullet, Dumah had to quickly confirm his unnecessary blocking as both of the two remaining kobolds came at him with their weapons held high above their heads. Giving out a bit of an angered 'tsk' at his own stupid move in response to the spell, Dumah knew he could not block both attacks, and in the heat of the battle, his body seemed to have taken over, swinging his raised right hand forward and hitting a kobold in the head with his sword's pommel. As soon as his impromptu attack connected, he felt a strong collision to his skull as the uninterrupted kobold bashed the Swashbuckler's head with its cudgel. 'Dammit, that one hurt,' he thought to himself, trying to shrug off the pain as he started to attack back, pulling his sword hand back and preparing to pierce the kobold he was struck by. As he thrust his hand forward, another Miasma Bullet shot by, Dumah's intended target bursting into an explosion of psyche and dropped gold. Thrusting his sword now into nothing, Dumah began to lose his balance before tucking into a roll to keep his movements fluid as he rolled forward, stayed in a crouch and turned, using his whole body to swing at the third kobold with more momentum and strength.
The kobold was now dead, and all that was left to deal with was the final kobold near Sark. Dumah noticed an icon floating about by his right wrist, and as he made his way to assist Sark, he examined the buff. It seemed someone had cast a damage interception buff on Dumah, and he had not noticed it in the heat of the battle. Words: 519 | Total Words: 3622
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Post by Sark on Oct 30, 2015 10:22:33 GMT
Sark parried one swing after another. Behind him were the other sounds of battle; flashes of light, explosions of noise and, strangely, the strong scent of apricot. He didn't let these noises distract him, focusing all of his attention on the 2 kobolds. They were slow, heavy hitters which gave Sark the time to prepare and brace for each attack. Where he could he tried to parry the blow into the range of the other kobold, keeping both of them off balance. Dorian's scarecrow spirit was also helping Sark, poking the eyes of the Kobolds or trying to pull down their pants to distract them.
One of the kobolds reached up for an overhead swing when Sayha dashed into battle, her face an impassive mask as she slashed across the exposed armpit of the monster. While Sayha continued her combination attack, a blistering series of strikes, Sark swapped from defence to offense and moved to the second enemy. It was now 1 vs 1 as far as he was concerned.
"Ace Move: Vacuum Slash!" Sark challenged, lifting his sword in time with the second kobold lifting their club. There was a howl of wind down the empty tunnels as wind whipped itself about the long blade, sheathing it with temporary [wind] element. The sword and club came down together, Sark slamming his axe-like sword not into the kobold, but its weapon. As the weapons clashed the wind element was released, striking the club and throwing it out of the kobold's grip. Sayha seemed to sense this moment of weakness as the dashed in, grazing it with a paired cross attacked. The wound hissed with a caustic noise, suggesting that her blades had been poisoned for that attack. The kobold's stance weakened, its eyes tightening in pain as it began to favour one side obviously.
When fighting by himself, this would be the point where Sark went on the all out offence, calling up a clone of himself to fight beside and finishing off the enemies regardless of the damage he took. Instead, Sark cancelled his Ace chain, relying on another aura blade to keep the aggro on him. While the second kobold succumbed to the poison and perished, Sark raised the glowing blade and sliced it deep across the first kobold. It clutched at its waist, eyes glowing with hatred, before it turned and jogged away. As a defender, Sark resisted the urge to chase it down. Instead, he turned a knowing look at Sayha, seeing if she would finish it while he kept this side of the party defended.
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Chain 02: "Flashwave" Shunsen, "Vacuum Slash" Izunagiri
Chain 03: "Blade Clone" Tsuguri Bunshin, "Divinity Slash" Seinaru Shinken
Adventr.: Spear Break, Aura Swing
Miscella.: Emergency Suture, Magic Light
Party Up: Unyielding Spirit
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 11:01:42 GMT
The battle was well under way by the time the last few words of his telepathy came signalling out, the Shaman's eyes focusing as the kobold's number slowly dwindled. Keeping his breathing steady, he continued to glance at his cooldown, the large forty second timer on his teleport skill a hindrance in times like this, but for now he did not need it. With Corvo taking down a pair of the monsters, the seconds ticked by intensely, the many instances of combat about the small section of tunnel sparking through the dim light. With Sayha and Sark at the front of the pack, the two kobold ambushers were easily outmatched, one of them being felled in spectacular fashion. The Shikigami was of course doing his part, but Skrowe seemed to give a worried glance back at where Dorian had positioned himself, signalling towards the kobold that had broken off from the front and was beginning to disengage from the group. With the rest of the party in heated battle, taking down their fair share, it seemed that the only other one to notice was Sark, and he was concentrating on keeping up aggro. "We may not be able to hold against another ambush, especially if they find out this one failed..." Dorian gritted his teeth, quietly unsheathing his katana and springing to action; there wasn't enough time to warn the others of the escapee, but with his cooldown finishing off, he may just be able to get the last bit of damage off of the kobold to kill it. He certainly wasn't strong enough on his own, but the creature was running for a reason, it was close to perishing. Slipping through the crowds of people, he managed to weave his way speedily through the battlefield on dancing feet, waving off any sudden looks of worry from the others as he lunged between Sark and Sayha, his eyes concentrating on the kobold making a beeline for the shadowed tunnels ahead. Gesturing for Skrowe, the chibi scarecrow nodded his understanding, zooming ahead with his spiritual speed to suddenly appear in front of the mangled creature's face, stopping him in his tracks for a couple seconds. "That'll do."Conjuring up his mana once more, he darted forward again, leaving behind the familiar trail of apricot petals, the smell lingering where he once stood as he reappeared beneath Skrowe's distracting form. Using the momentum of the appearance, he spun himself around to face the kobold, bringing his katana around with him to slash at it's head. With just a small knock at it's last few points of health, the straggler made an impish squeal before popping in a burst of bubbles, the dazzling data floating off to dissipate in the air. Breathing exhaustedly, the Shaman sheathed his blade in it's sheath on his back, de-summoning Skrowe back into his mind and giving his environment a quick glance. He wasn't too far ahead of the group now, but it was still fairly dark compared to where he had run from, the tunnel's walls looming over him. Dusting himself off out of habit, he gave a silent nod before walking back to regroup.
Notes: N/A Words: 528 Tags: @dumah @shadowsaiph Noctis Corvo Fletcher SarkParty Buff: Heavenly Defense
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 20:22:15 GMT
Between Sark and Sayha, the two of them dealt a lot of damage, even making one explode into bubbles. When she jumped back, Sayha could briefly glance around the battlefield. Noctis was doing plenty of damage and killing kobolds pretty easily. Fletcher was keeping everyone healed, with a close eye on Dorian. Dumah was tanking 3 kobolds, but the three quickly disappeared and exploded into bubbles.
Then she saw a kobold about to run off, and Sayha was about to engage to make sure it couldn’t warn anyone. However just then, Dorian dashed forward and attacked it. It too exploded into bubbles, but that wasn’t the point.
“You idiot! Stay in the center of the circle like we said!” Sayha yelled at him, “You’re job is to Monitor the Field, not jump in! Stay in formation. If you get attacked because you’re being reckless, I’ll let you die.” At that point, Sayha walked over to the Shaman, grabbed his collar, and dragged him back to the group. Once they were close enough, Sayha shoved him to being in the center of the formation. She didn’t care if he fell to the ground or not.
“You’re a flight risk to your party if you don’t do what’s expected of you,” Sayha growled, “You’re being selfish. You need to trust the people on your party to do their jobs. And I’ll say one thing. I don’t trust you at all.” Sayha really didn’t care if she wasn’t the party leader or if anyone else agreed. She knew for a fact that Dumah wouldn’t stay what needed to be said about the situation. She was right, and she knew it. If a battle occurred, and it was between her and Dorian, she would let Dorian die. There was no question about it.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Nov 4, 2015 16:21:06 GMT
The group had actually done well to mop up the small ambush that the kobolds had prepared for them. After taking out two of the three to the back, Kain had begun charging up another to kill the runaway, not wanting to make the same mistake twice. When the kobold died suddenly due to the shaman's quick apperation however, he canceled the charge on the skill, and decided to save the energy, instead taking a quick survey of the area. So far the group appeared to be doing all right, no one had taken much damage aside from Sark and Dumah, but Fletcher and his summon already appeared to be on the task of healing them all up. No more kobolds seemed to be around them for the moment, which he supposed was a good thing. It would allow the group to gather their wits and develop some sort of strategy before proceeding. Sure they had been doing fine so far, but as things were proving to grow in difficulty, at least slightly, as they made their way deeper. The silence was suddenly broken however with the assassin yelling the ear off of the shaman. She was definitely upset and for good reason. Dorian, being only level 1, could easily be one or two shot by any of the creatures they would run across down here. He sighed as the assassin tossed Dorian into the center of the group next to him. " Seriously, just...be more careful, alright?" He addressed the shaman much like a teacher or an older brother. " Stick next to me and you'll be fine. I don't have cooties and I'm not deep enough into corruption to infect you with madness. I may look scary, but believe me, I'm much more of a Modern Prometheus than a creation of good ol' H.P." He took another quick look around the area, surveying the scene. Suddenly, he could feel the tick of the interface switching over to a telepathy contact with the shaman. ' Besides, from back here we can do a wonderful job of inspecting the tools of the trade that assassin is sporting.' ' Noctis, shut up and stay quiet! No coming out on your own!' With that, Kain quickly went through the menu and shut off the call with a quick and exasperated sigh. It was one thing dealing with him within his own head, he didn't need the jerk coming out and effecting the world while he was out of corruption as well now. Tags: Fletcher @shadowsaiph @serenityspace @dumah Sark |
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Post by Fletcher on Nov 9, 2015 0:27:56 GMT
The battle raged on. Dumah was on the first of the frontlines, protecting the more frail of the party from a direct onslaught from the kobolds before them. Granted, he really was more of a meat shield for Noctis who seemed more than capable of dispatching the kobolds on his own given enough time. Dumah on the other hand was having a hard time keeping up with his blows but he could hardly be blames when his attention was divided multiple ways. He finished off the last of the kobolds on this line of the battlefield, leaving presumably only the two that ambushed Sark remaining.
Fletcher spun on his heel to visually assess how the others were doing, only to see Sayha bringing Dorian back to the group by his collar, not looking overly impressed. The dwarf raised an eyebrow and wondered where the Shaman had gotten to, but it hardly mattered. Sayha was already digging in and telling Dorian off for wandering off, finishing her lecture by stating plainly that she didn’t trust him. It was harsh, but if the level one had run off and gotten himself killed, or exposed another ambush while they were still fighting, their situation would’ve been that much more dire. ”For now, it seems we’re safe though.” Fletcher spoke openly, looking around. ”Last time I go talking down a kobold though, clearly not worth the risk despite having good intentions. Can’t hear any more of the blighters around though, so are we done or shall we continue on just in case?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 20:42:29 GMT
Music: Third Island Theme
The battle was over, and the party seemed safe for now. Dumah waited for everyone to fully recover from the fight, allowing everybody's HP and MP to reach 100% again before asking for some silence, listening closely to the ambient sounds of the tunnels with his Hearing Aptitude skill... ... ... There was nothing... He could hear not a single indication that there were any remaining kobolds in the dungeon, and he grinned victoriously. "It would seem we are finished in our work here. Let us return and report this news." With that, the party had a small celebration of cheering amongst themselves. They walked back through the empty, silent tunnels, heading back towards the entrance they had all come from. Dumah spoke up as they all walked, "Thank you for your help, everyone. I could not have done this without you all." He smiled, the small party nearing the mouth of the twisting and branching tunnels. Some Adventurers and other workers had been awaiting news of the tunnels being cleared of all the enemies that were lurking inside, and they looked at the party with faces of excitement and anticipation. Dumah grinned, drawing his sword and holding it in the air victoriously, letting out a cry of victory. "Vae victis!!"
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