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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 20:48:44 GMT
CraftingCrafter: Noctis Corvo Recipient: Noctis Corvo Recipe: Basic Grimoire Materials Required: Material Fee (10 Gold x Item Level) Posts Required: 3 Requirement: Level 1 Scribe, [Quill Pen] in crafter's inventory Through Scribe Hemmurabi's research, basic spellbooks that have been enchanted with enough mana that they are able to shoot weak magic bolts similar to the grimoires available from shops and starter lists. The magic bolts are non-elemental, utilize the player's MP to cast, have a maximum range of 2 meters, and possess a cooldown of 2 seconds. The Scribe that crafts this item may rewrite its name and description. Material Fee: 10 gold x 5 (item level) x 1 (quantity) = 50 Gold Conversion Fee: N/A Requested Item: [Grimoire][Level 5 Weapon] Book of Eibon Within this tome lies many dark secrets that should never be uncovered. Some say it contains lore about unknown dark entities. Others claim it possesses the knowledge to kill gods. All you can tell is that the book seems to contain some rather dark and ancient magic within it. You question your decision to open it. Standard Craft Thread: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6659/crafting-bookSpeed Craft Thread:Conversion Qualifications: Bonuses: N/A Equip the item?: Yes Additional Costs: N/A
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 20:44:00 GMT
Finally, the pages themselves would be transcribed full of all the dark magic rituals, their instructions and their pictorals. The ancient papyrus became filled with diabolical experiments, the various effects of miasma, various dark rituals of varying degrees of corruption, and methods for conjuring up the miasma itself. Most of these were basic knowledge to most heretics, but there were some rarer tomes and manuscripts that he had managed to get his hands on. The research was dark, controversial, and definitely against the law, it was a miracle he managed to acquire it in the first place. But you know, one heretics treasure is anothers after he is caught and executed. It was too bad to. Those wardens almost never would have found him if they didn't get a tip off to his location.
In the end though, The research was his, and within his hands lay the product of his efforts.
[Grimoire][Level 5 Weapon]
Book of Eibon
Within this tome lies many dark secrets that should never be uncovered.
Some say it contains lore about unknown dark entities.
Others claim it possesses the knowledge to kill gods.
All you can tell is that the book seems to contain some rather dark and ancient magic within it.
You question your decision to open it.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 20:33:41 GMT
Starting off, it wouldn't be much. The book would be bound in a dark witchwood paneling, bound by the primary aged black leather. The spine would be sewn on next, a light grey leather with black thread detail along the rungs of the spine and where it attached to the main panels. the panels themselves would have the animal skin as a detailing within the edges of the panels, forming lines to the center and an open circle around a solid black leather full circle in the middle, each line being about 1 centimeter thick. The mos ornate parts would come next. Silver detailing he had bought from a smith would be punched through the panels and arranged as a decorative edge guard and border detailing, as well as silver plate circlets within the center of each panel. Engraved upon them would be ancient dark magic circles and sigils, but never the full thing at once. they would be carved in such a way that only a single solid part would be visible at any given time, and written along the spine and front cover would be the title as it was written in the ancient tounge, unspeakable except by those who know it.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 20:23:40 GMT
To be honest, Kane hadn't done a whole lot when it came to big groups. It's not that he was afraid of them, its just mainly that he found it "difficult" to find the right one. For the most part, he tended to either keep to himself or just lend a helping hand as he passed through. So in the end, its not that he was against the group, but was actually a little bit excited about the prospect of it. One thing was for sure though; seeing as how he was now a high enough level, he figured he may be able to find and carve for himself a more sizable chunk of this world for his own. If anything, he saw this as an opportunity to find others who thought like he did, were willing to delve a little deeper into the system and world around them, not afraid of the consequences that knowledge could bring.
But he digressed. He was here now to worry about clearing the tunnels, and as such, he would need to be focused on the task at hand. He approached the leader of the party, Dumah, and introduced himself, extending a patchwork hand from within his dark robes, and giving as good a smile as he could manage with the cross-stitching across his mouth.
"Noctis Corvo, resident Heretic, Scribe, Sage and patchwork man at your service."
His violet and gold eyes seemed to contain a lively soul within the decrepid and rather frail frame of the man, as though the person inside was probably much more ready than the frail body was. His black and purple hair hung loosely stewn about his head, almost at times seeming to almost cover up his eyes.
"I take it this is the extermination crew then?" he said with a light tone, chuckling a tiny bit as he did so. "I look forward to exploring the depths of madness with you all."
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 20:06:11 GMT
Seeing as he had recently leveled up quite a bit, Kane only saw it fit to create himself a new Grimoire. His old one had been serving him fine for a whil yes, but his new level not only necessitated the increase in damage output, but the mass production of it also seemed a bit off. It didn't quite match the style he was going for. So once again he decided to return to his repertoire of Lovecraftian knowledge in order to create for himself a better book. Sure he could have just made himself a functional copy of the vanity item he had made as a gift for a friend, but that was her look. He would need his own dark creation in order to both impress and sway the masses.
In the end, he selected one that would be more suited for a heretic. While not reeking of the necrotic and dark essence of the Necronomicon, the Book of Eibon would surely do more than enough to inspire his hand in this new craft. Quickly he got to work, searching for the perfect paneling, the perfect binding, even the perfect ink with which to pen this dark masterpiece. Eventually he settled upon the desired designs and look. It would be simple but elegant; an aged black leather with grey binding for the spine, metal silver for more ornate detailing in the cover, and a tan, animal skin like leather for some detailing within the binding itself. The ink would be infused with mana and moonstone in order to make it shine like the lunar light itself whenever it was exposed to mana, and the pages were selected from aged papyrus.
This book would become his piece-de-resistance for his build, and he had an idea that it would last him a good long while.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 19:27:46 GMT
The swashbuckler had already asked the questions that Kane had in mind, so for the sake of sparing himself and the sage another round of repeating the information, he just sat and absorbed it. The bits about more genius monsters struck him as strange. Sapience on the parts of the beasts? He guessed it made sense, especially after the experience he had versing Brachyura. It not only seemed living, but it was definitely sapient, and much different than the beasts he had run into so far in this world. This new character though, The Red as the two called him. He didn't know enough about him. The name sounded ominous though, and if he was on the same level, possibly even higher than the crab-man? Noctis wasn't sure he wanted to think about that. All that came to mind was an old image of a comic he read long ago, about a madman who came back from the dead and was even crazier than he was before, serving people their own faces at a banquet table. As the two talked he began eyeing the cuneiform that he gave to the Sage earlier on his quest. Strangely enough, there was a pictogram resembling the fountain he had just come from. Quickly pulling up the inventory screen, he summoned the pebble into his hand. Rolling it around as he thought, he came to the conclusion that the hole and the pebble seemed almost eerily close to the same size and shape, and decided to place the stone upon it. Upon doing so, the stone slowly began to emit a light pulsing light, that seemed to grow in intensity as time drew on. "Hey you guys might want to take a look at this," he called over as the light began to reach the levels of a bright lightbulb. He began to feel the pulsing of the light, not just in the back of his eyes like a headache, but all through his body. It was almost nauseating. Then, the world blurred out around him. Words: [342] Tags: ryth |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 14, 2015 19:04:58 GMT
The patchwork man approached the small stall of the dwarf, eyeing his wares and seeing to give a brief appraisal of his work. He wasn't clothed in much, still donning his beginner's black robes for the heretic subclass; a simple black robe with a rope belt. He was much taller than the stall seller, and seeming to notice this with his rather tired eyes, came to sit criss-cross in front of the stall. " I see you excel in the art of Tailoring. I have a few requests I would like to make of you." Going through his interface, he pulls a small notepad and quill from his inventory. Flipping through the pages, he comes to one that is bookmarked and hands it to the craftsman. On it lay a description of a set of clothes and the associated measurements. " I would be most greatfull if you would be willing to craft me a set of vanity armor in the form of a black pinstripe suit, sort of like the look of a 1940's mafioso or mobster. The appropriate measurements should be within the journal." He adjusted his seating as the tailor eyed and processed the request. " Second, I would appreciate a new set of Heretic robes, Level 20. I don't know what design I want for it, so I will give you creative freedom with it. Same thing with any status effects you would want to put on it, or if you could for that matter." He gave a light chuckle, " Honestly, anything would be better than the rags I'm currently wearing." Words: [262] Tags: SarkNotes: re-linking for the sake of ease of finding the description: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6479/request-vanity-set-voodoo-daddy |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 13, 2015 20:40:38 GMT
I looked it over (by which i mean i went to the threads in question and copy-and-pasted my posts into a word document) and the totals still seem to be adding up to what I put down. Not trying to call it into question or fub anything, I can even screenshot the whole thing and post it if you would like. I'm just not so sure where the problem lies?
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 13, 2015 17:45:07 GMT
-Fixed the organization of the claim
-put in word counts per post
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 13, 2015 2:31:37 GMT
A smile came to Noctis' face. "Indeed it is, my little Santa Muerte." He ran his hands across them, and could almost feel the latent energy that had warped them. It was...intriguing...to say the least. The walls had indeed become a sort of twisted organic structure, but they still gave off the aura of earth. Which means whatever this ore node was he had been sensing, was far from ordinary. He couldn't pinpoint the words in his mind to describe it. To call it twisted would be an understatement. It was a perversion of nature. It reeked of the taint of wanton destruction, of needless chaos and a twisted vision that only madness could have spawned it. It was by no means meant to exist, but to be locked up, sealed, the key thrown away and the entirety of it forgotten. He supposed though, that the problem with sealing it up and forgetting about it, is the fact that it then almost begs the universe to cause some fool to unknowingly re-release it upon an unsuspecting world. The walls not only began to seem organic as they ventured forth, but he would even dare to say that they seemed almost insubstantial, seeming to change form and morph before their eyes. The whole place gave off a strange feeling of vertigo, and seemed to become almost non-euclidean in its design. The blackness seemed to stretch on, almost seemed to be living. Only time would tell what lay before them. [248] Tags: Franny Stein |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 13, 2015 2:20:41 GMT
The stars shone brightly tonight.
It was in a small inlet that the heretic had set up his game; a small cobblestone courtyard just off of an obscure sidestreet. The area lit only the rusty antique lanters that dotted the path, the old lamppost that stood at one corner of the lot, the few candles, already melting at the edge of the table, and of the small fire to which he sat tending, over which a kettle sat bubbling as it was heated. Occasionally, as he set the black-and-white-checkered board and its corresponding armies of pieces up, he would take a small sip from a small cup containing the dark brew, taking his time to enjoy both the warmth of the liquid, the cool briskness of the evening air, and the majesty of the mighty constellations in the night sky.
As the pieces came to their starting positions upon the board, he leaned back, his jet-black robes obscuring his face, the candles only giving enough light to show his stitched-up mouth and the black-and-purple tips of his miasma-stained hair. He didn't let out any words, but would simply take a few sips of his drink while tending to the fire. After all, he was expecting a guest, and it would be rude to not to have a warm hearth and good drink to welcome them with, whoever they are.
But it was exactly that. He didn't know who was coming or when they would arrive. He simply had the feeling to be prepared, whoever it was that was destined to show up.
And so, he decided, he shall be.
He took another quick draw from his steaming cup.
And waited.
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Notes: Anyone up for a game of chess?
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 9, 2015 19:02:52 GMT
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGQn_mD30W0Kane found it hard to describe accurately the absolute blackness of the caves. For a while, it held the markings of a worked mine. The rails still ran along the ground, the wooden braces with their old, rusted lamps, the signs of digging and geometrical architecture. As the party descended however, was when things slowly began to almost unravel. The Caves became an ever twisting maze, the lights casting only ever just enough light to see, just enough to keep the darkness at bay. The occasional slime didn't help, as they began to become more devoid of pigment and less understandable as they ventured deeper into the belly of Gaia. The skeletal entourage didn't help the situation a whole lot either. Sure it was nice to have company, but it just heightened the feeling of a funeral procession marching along the banks of Styx, winding ever deeper into the realm of something old, something long forgotten, something buried for good reason. It was difficult really, the sense of unease you get from the musty, dead air from deep within the bowels of the earth, it having followed the same twists and turns that you have, crawling through all the tiny cracks and bottomless caverns that were entombed within the stone. But he needed to focus on his job. He was here to sense for the ore, and the ore lay deeper within the eldritch pit around them. He had to work in spurts, his sense ability only lasting about two minutes at a time. And those two minutes required almost complete concentration. It would be easier if he had a sample to channel with, at least then he might be able to hold a conversation with his acquaintance, but trying to sense something he didn't fully know what he was looking for? It was like trying to tune a radio to a very specific frequency so you could hear the music, but the knob was extremely loose, so once you let go it would begin swinging to whichever direction it was closest to. That and you're trying to do it with a pair of tweezers on a radio you have to see through a microscope. There's a point where when you're in your mind that you enjoy it. A faint, introspective, meditative state, where you can feel at one with yourself, understand where you are and who you are and be comfortable with it. It is there after all, where it became easiest to be at one with everything around you, for if you can't be accepting of your own energy, how would you accept the energy of everything around you. The marching of the skeletons, the sounds of their bones faintly but rhythmically tapping their armor, the dripping of the slimes, the gonging of the spears against the rock as they stabbed the slimes, the echoes that carried off into the abyss of the caverns. After a while it was all very much relaxing. It was purpose without question. It was work without thought. It was his Anteroom. It was his Great Hall. Kane felt almost sleepy as he drifted off into the darkness of his own mind. ~ Noctis had to give the boy some credit. He managed to open up enough to the energy to let him take over without being in high enough corruption levels. He chuckled softly in his head. Perhaps one day, they may even find a way to commune without the interference of the miasma. The kid had some skill. As they got nearer to the lode, Noctis spoke up, his dark but regal voice different from the light and kind voice of Kane. " We're getting close now. The mana is getting rather strong. As we near it I should be able to pinpoint it, but for now, we play it a bit slower." He turned around to face her, His eyes now seeming to flicker with an almost miasma like energy flowing across the irises, obscuring their original coloring of purple and gold. A wide, charming, but somehow slightly daemonic smile was stretching across his face under his raggedy hair. " Don't loose me now, my little Santa Muerte." Words: [696] Tags: Franny SteinNotes: What is this? A change of text color?!? |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 8, 2015 21:29:04 GMT
[Note: excluding HP and MP values as i believe at this point they are almost irrelevant] Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5IEt63qOSIThe tails unfurled from around Noctis, his form rising from within like some unholy birth of Gaia. The crab was on the brink of its life, and was once again distracted by the shaman, launching himself into the air in a n attempt to land on her. He began yelling something about not being beat. Noctis' voice rang out, its low, daemonic but regal tone reverberating off of the walls as he play his trump card: " Its already checkmate." Kane snapped his fingers,causing a shockwave of miasma to pulse through the room, activating Necrotic Corruption upon Brachyura. It was a thing of chaotic beauty really; all of the corruption that he had been slowly weaving into the giant crab-man's soul suddenly activating, tearing him apart in a thousand little black-and-purple lightning storms, instantly tearing apart the very fabric of his being. The battle was long, and it had been fun, but it had all been building up to this point. He always loved seeing his plans come together at the end, all the seemingly meaningless and chaotic movements come crashing together in one final glorious symphony. In a way, it was a ritual that honored the miasma itself, its chaotic but ultimately divine nature. He sat there admiring his work as the Crab faded from existence, a amalgamation of bubbles and disintegrating crab. He had done his part, now to remove the effects from his fellow. He approached the Shaman, clad in her glowing barriers. " You did well. It was a pleasure fighting alongside you." He glanced over at the ground near the fountain and picked a flower out of it. Using the miasma, he charged it with energy, giving it a black and purple iridescence within its petals. He placed the flower in her hair before raising his hand, triggering exocytosis in order to draw any latent corruption he may have spilled out of her and back within the confines of himself. He made his way off as he finished, the dark taint of the miasma beginning to fade as Black Operon was triggered, leaching them back into the depths of Tartarus. His black pinstripe suit slowly came back into view, still as immaculate as ever, and he called his hat from his inventory before placing it too upon his messy hair. Turning his head slightly around as he left, a massive sharp-toothed grin was upon his face. " Catch you around Light-Weaver." His hands in his pockets, he made his way out of the chamber down towards the boats. A huge grin came across Noctis' face. It had been so long since he had been awake, might as well enjoy stretching his legs. Words: [444] Tags: @royah Hirosame |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 8, 2015 16:34:22 GMT
HP: 46% (- 40% from Crab Nebula, + 20% from Tainted Charity) MP: 55%Corruption: [Level 5 (Patient Zero)] 103 points
Royah: Corruption: [Level 0] 3 points + 1 point (Stage 3+ effect from noctis)
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Brachyura: Corruption: [Level 1] 38 + 10 (Lying Darkness)Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtg24Pgi3_sNoctis didn't have a whole lot of options here. The water would cover the whole field, and he had little if anything to either counteract the damage or protect himself. He would have to hope for the best with one last ditch effort. He would need to make this quick. Triggering Celerity, he would use its effect to quickly fire a full Miasma bullet at Brachyura. It wouldn't damage him, but the corruption would still effect him. He followed by channeling Lying Darkness under the immobile crab, increasing its corruption further. He didn't have any time to dodge. He didn't plan to. While he channeled Lying Darkness, the Miasma Appendages, currently effected by Obsidian Skin, wrapped themselves tightly around the heretic in an attempt to at least mitigate a portion of the damage. It wasn't much of a plan, but it would have to work for now. Upon being struck, he quickly used Tainted Charity on himself in an attempt to preserve his diminished health bar. He hoped that the shaman had a better plan than his. Words: [177] Tags: Hirosame @royah |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 8, 2015 3:29:11 GMT
Pending AP claim, I would be down for 16-30 as....whatever the hell i fall into (Magical artillery? General Corrupting Nuisance? That Guy At The Back Who Seems To Be Going Crazy? Idk...)
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 8, 2015 3:26:53 GMT
Need more Heretic skill suggestions. I shall represent my, how they say, home-boys back from "da hood" (i did say that right, correct?)
Anyway, here's a few ideas, more to come eventually:
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Beast of Burden [Tier II]
The heretic sees everything around him as but tools of his trade, nothing free from the blessed curse of the miasma, especially if it means furthering his goals. This includes his own body. The heretic Sacrifices 50% of his health and gives himself 20 corruption points upon triggering this spell. The miasma flows over him, tearing apart pieces of his physical form, and copying it over before flowing into the caster’s shadow and re-manifesting as a dark entity resembling the caster. It functions similar to a golem, and can operate with a certain amount of autonomy. Its skills resemble those of the caster, however its health and mana are inexplicably linked, so if it uses too many skills it may disappear. Has been known to be used by heretics to act almost as a squire and slight support in either crafting, traveling, or drawing attention away from the Heretic (the copy looks almost exactly like the original, and has few noticeable tells that it is not in fact the original).
The Crawling Chaos [Tier III]
All heretics, sooner or later, come to realize the miasma has a mind of its own. It weaves its way into the hearts of all men, covering all of time and space. The heretic controls the miasma much like a river controls the water, he is simply a vessel for directing it. This attack is an Instance-Wide circumstantial AoE. Anyone touched by chaos [of stage 1 infection or higher] suffers 20 corruption, is rooted for 10 seconds, and begins to suffer auditory and visual hallucinations, Lowering their mental willpower by 2, and decreasing their accuracy by 15%, as the dark energy creates its web over the land.
Blood of my Blood, Flesh of my Flesh [Tier II]
Heretics aren’t well known for their offence. But they also aren’t that well known to go down without a fight either. They are a dark, tricky and devoted bunch, and have devised methods in order to inspire fear, even as they are under attack. This spell, cast in advance, causes the next attack to connect to the heretic to spill back upon their attacker, dealing 25% of the damage received back as immediate damage to the enemy who dealt it.
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 8, 2015 2:21:10 GMT
Main Class: Heretic Main Class Claims: Messier Sage? Looks Clean to Me!: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6522/messier-sage-looks-clean-me [336] [117] [193] Words: [706] + [10% word bonus for CA] Final Total: [776.6] Diggin' Up Holes: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6523/1-2-diggin-holes [407] [191] [158] Words: [756] + [10% word bonus for CA] Final Total: [831.6] Real Historical Battles: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6550/1-6-real-historical-battles[209] [459] [601] [404] [323] [117] [444] Words: [2617] + [10% * 3 word bonus for CA] Final Total: [3402.1] Full Miasma: Brotherhood: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6541/1-5-full-miasma-brotherhood [249] [444] [433] Words: [1126] + [10% word bonus for CA] Final total: [1238.6] [still ongoing] In the Veins of Old Sleeping Giants: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6459/veins-old-sleeping-giants[370] [355] [352] [324] [351] [155] [266] [193] [696] [248] Total: [3310] + [25% bonus as Mentor Thread] Final Total: [4237.5] The Patchwork Heretic: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6332/patchwork-heretic Words: [336] Awakening: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6236/awakening-day-closed [190] [359] Total: [549] On The Night of the Summer Solstice: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6453/open-social-night-summer-solstice Words: [280] Total Word Count: 11651.4 words Main Class AP Claimed: 46 Craft Subclass: Scribe Craft Subclass Claims: To Pen A Pen: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6556/crafting-penWords: [292] Qanoon-e-Islam: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6558/crafting-qanoon-islam[354] [463] [455] Final Total: [1272] A Scribe Teacher Appears Out Of Nowhere!: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6498/scribe-teacher-appears-mentor-privateWords: [359] + [25% Mentor Bonus] Final Total: 448.75 Total Word Count: 2012.75 Craft Class AP Claimed: 8 Total Claim: 54 AP Link to Previous Claim: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/6460/1-noctis-ap-claimPre-Claim AP: Main Class: 13 AP Craft Subclass: 0 AP RP Subclass: 0 AP
Post-Claim AP: Main Class: 59 AP Craft Subclass: 8 AP RP Subclass: 0 AP
Final Levels: Main Class Level: 20 Craft Subclass Level: 5 RP Subclass Level: 1
Requested Skill(s):Tainted Charity Tier I Skill Miasma and Anima are two sides of the same coin and so it is no surprise that Miasma can be used to restore the body. This skill heals the target by a small amount. Its animation is fairly deceptive, looking very similarly to the Heal skill. If a target who received healing from Tainted Charity is not healed again by Tainted Charity within 2 minutes, all HP restored by the skill is immediately removed. This skill has a casting time of 2 seconds and no cooldown. Tainted Charity inflicts 2 points of Corruption on the target. Spellwalk Tier I Skill A toggle skill that allows a character to cast a spell without forcing them to remain immobile during the spell's casting duration. It is an excellent skill to take for those who prefer an on-the-go strategy or at least a less vulnerable position. When the character moves while casting a spell, their movement speed is halved. This speed penalty decreases to 40% at Level 30, 25% at Level 60, and 10% at Level 90. Oblivion Claw Tier I Skill A Heretic skill that conjures Miasma to shroud a melee weapon up to 1 meter away in a purple mist-like animation. It may also be cast on a character's bare hand, creating a purple mist silhouette resembling a demon's claw. A direct contact between the enchantment and the target's body deals minor darkness-attribute damage and places a harmful curse upon the target. When this skill is cast, the Heretic may select one of the following effects: [Increase the animation or cast time of this skill by 1 second], [After activation, increase the cooldown time of this skill by 5 seconds], [Reduce the duration of this skill by 10%], or [The user takes 5 points of Corruption immediately after this skill is used]. If a target was damaged by this skill, the selected effect will activate immediately when the target uses their next skill. After a curse was successfully placed upon the target, no additional curses may be placed unless the user recasts the skill. The animation and passive damage buff will remain, however. If it has been 10 seconds since this skill made contact with an enemy's body or equipment, it is canceled. This skill has a cooldown of 20 seconds, a minimum casting time of 3 seconds, and a maximum casting time of 8 seconds. For every second spent to charge the casting time, increase the curse's effect by 10%. A target currently affected by this skill's effect is treated as though their Corruption was increased by 5. Eye for an Eye Tier I Skill A spell that places a curse somewhere on the target's body and it appears as an eye-looking insignia. The user can see from that insignia as long as the target is within 100 meters. More obvious areas means it's easier to see, but also easy for the target to notice it. If the insignia is covered completely in any way, nothing can be seen. The user must close one of their eyes to see anything from the insignia. This skill has a casting time of 5 seconds, a maximum duration of 30 minutes, and a cooldown of 1 hour. |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 7, 2015 19:52:46 GMT
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=urV8MIcLDFkHP:66% (-20% from Empathion Sea) MP: 65% Corruption: [Level 5 (Patient Zero)] 103 points Royah: Corruption: [Level 0] 2 points + 1 point (Stage 3+ effect from noctis) 3 points Zoidberg: Corruption: [Level 1] 34 points + 4 (4 seconds of prana leech seems fair) = 38 Well, now they were, in a sense, a walking yin-and-yang. On one corner you had a being of essentially pure darkness, while on the other pure light. The irony was palpable. As far as Brachyura was concerned, Noctis managed to dodge the "X" that came flying at him rather easily, but the massive wave of ocean? All he could do was take it and brace for impact, cutting off Prana Leech in the process. The surge tossed him up and back rather far, having a rather strong amount of rage behind it. He was lucky though, The Shaman appeared to still be drawing agro, And luckily she was able to hold it off long enough for his Neomorphism to kick back up from its cooldown. He howled as the miasma tore at his form, as Neomorphism came back into play. Along with his one Miasma Appendage tail, three more sprouted, all of them stretching out behind him to their full 20 meters. In a burst of energy, they seemed to solidify as Obsidian Skin came into effect, shortening them to half their length, and composing them of the same dark and twisted metal that composed his Shackles of the Sentenced, and the chainaxe in his hand. 10 meters would be more than enough. He had had enough, and this fight would be coming to a close. He charged in like a mad beast, and as he neared Brachyura, He leapt into the air, bringing the full force of the level 100 axe in all of its daemonic glory down upon brachyura, letting the chain rip into and through its shell. As he came crashing down, he struck with all four of his Appendages, dealing some smaller amounts of damage and allowing him to rip the axe out of the creature as he flew away, landing rather deftly upon his feet and skidding to a stop. He was so close, he could taste it. Tags: Hirosame @royah Notes: see 2 posts back for picture of chainaxe (imagine an axe with the blade of a chainsaw designed to tear through metal) |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 7, 2015 3:29:23 GMT
Noctis: HP: 86% (- 10% from seismic slam) MP: 75%Corruption: [Level 5 (Patient Zero)] 85 points
+2 (hellfire) + 3(x2 due to mitochondrial miasma) + 20 (lying darkness)
103 pointsRoyah: Corruption: [Level 0] 1 points + 1 point (Stage 3+ effect from noctis)
2 pointsMr. Krabs: [1 minute poison effect] (runs out next cycle)Corruption: [Level 1] 27 points (+5 from royah and oblivion claw) + 3 (if hellfire connects) + (1 corruption every 2 seconds Prana Leech is active (pls give me an approximate time so i can calculate) + 4 (miasma Bullet)
34 +or- a fewNoctis did not see the slam coming. To be honest, he had no idea that the Crab had such mad hops. He attempted to roll out of the way as it came barelling towards him, still getting hit by the shockwave, but at least he didn't take the full brunt of the attack. After getting knocked back, he rolled up to his feet, and focused on his hand, conjuring up black flames and launching the Hellfire at Brachyura, hoping to get in a good, solid attack. After launching it, he would dismiss his wings, as he may need something more in a little while. it would cost him 30 seconds to cool down, but it would be worth it in the long run. His next plan would be a bit tricky; he would use Spellwalking to stay mobile as he charged up Miasma Bullet the full 5 seconds, increasing its damage to 175%. On top of that, there would be an extra 10% from Pulsating Core, and 25% from Abyssal Contract, causing it to deal 210% damage. Next, he would dismiss the Pulsating core. He wouldn't need it anymore, counting that the Shaman drew Brachy's agro. He would just need to bide his time until he could use Neomorphism to give himself a new and improved set of miasma appendages. He eyed the weapon in his hand, its engine revving, the chains alond its edge roaring. His corruption points were nearing one hundred. At that point, the miasma-infused/created weapon would hold a level of 100, more than enough to bring Brachy's health down to 25%. At that point, it would be checkmate. He didn't know how he would communicate this to the shaman girl. she didn't seem to be one for strategy or talking for that matter. He would just have to assume she would somehow see what he was going for, and bide its attention long enough. He turned one hand towards the ground, once again casting lying darkness, but this time, for a full 20 points on himself. As he did that, he could feel his physical form changing, shifting. He was sure that at this point, he would appear daemonic, possibly even inhuman. But it would all be for the greater good at this point. He turned an open palm towards Brachyura, casting forth Prana Leech, and beginning to run around the battle field. It would have to do for now. Tag: @royah Hirosame |
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Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 6, 2015 16:56:59 GMT
changes made, resubmitted for approval
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