Plot Master

Final Total for Round 1: 165 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Raid participants will receive | Renewed Hope | All currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light], [Horrifying Visage] Disabled! Round 2 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

A bow danced across the strings of a violin. A mélange of voices rose through the storm. On the shore of the north sea, music stirred the raid party to life. Belregor held in spite of the tandem onslaught of the players. A white veil folded over his body: a glassy shield, visible for only a moment. Then, his form twitched. The code beyond the game scrambled, and so did his form. It differed for each group. For some, he became a battle-hardened adventurer. His helm morphed into a blaze of wild green hair. His eyes were those of a hunter; sharp and everwatchful. For others, he cha

A bow danced across the strings of a violin. A mélange of voices rose through the storm. On the shore of the north sea, music stirred the raid party to life. Belregor held in spite of the tandem onslaught of the players. A white veil folded over his body: a glassy shield, visible for only a moment. Then, his form twitched. The code beyond the game scrambled, and so did his form. It differed for each group. For some, he became a battle-hardened adventurer. His helm morphed into a blaze of wild green hair. His eyes were those of a hunter; sharp and everwatchful. For others, he cha

A bow danced across the strings of a violin. A mélange of voices rose through the storm. On the shore of the north sea, music stirred the raid party to life. Belregor held in spite of the tandem onslaught of the players. A white veil folded over his body: a glassy shield, visible for only a moment. Then, his form twitched. The code beyond the game scrambled, and so did his form. It differed for each group. For some, he became a battle-hardened adventurer. His helm morphed into a blaze of wild green hair. His eyes were those of a hunter; sharp and everwatchful. For others, he cha

Lightning struck one last time. The cool breeze slowed. The waves stilled. The sea went quiet. The surface domed, subtle at first. Then violent. Ripples rolled outward in perfect rings. A shape broke the surface, a silhouette against the black ocean. The pale moon reflected off the metallic figure, illuminating its features as it rose. At first, only the top of the head crested the surface: smooth, black, glinting faintly in the moonlight. Then came the shoulders, broad and tipped with spikes. Water spilled from the knight’s armor as he climbed out of the sea. Unnaturally tall,

Lightning struck one last time. The cool breeze slowed. The waves stilled. The sea went quiet. The surface domed, subtle at first. Then violent. Ripples rolled outward in perfect rings. A shape broke the surface, a silhouette against the black ocean. The pale moon reflected off the metallic figure, illuminating its features as it rose. At first, only the top of the head crested the surface: smooth, black, glinting faintly in the moonlight. Then came the shoulders, broad and tipped with spikes. Water spilled from the knight’s armor as he climbed out of the sea. Unnaturally tall,

Lightning struck one last time. The cool breeze slowed. The waves stilled. The sea went quiet. The surface domed, subtle at first. Then violent. Ripples rolled outward in perfect rings. A shape broke the surface, a silhouette against the black ocean. The pale moon reflected off the metallic figure, illuminating its features as it rose. At first, only the top of the head crested the surface: smooth, black, glinting faintly in the moonlight. Then came the shoulders, broad and tipped with spikes. Water spilled from the knight’s armor as he climbed out of the sea. Unnaturally tall,

The Final Stand The Frontlines would rage on to face fight against whatever horror was causing this mess. Players of all color and creeds, levels and strengths, would find themselves forced to hold strong at the final bastions around Floor 29. Waves of corrupted entities continue to batter the walls of Illridge and Miremore, leaving the NPC guardsman laid low. Splintered wood fills the streets as feral howls echo throughout eternal nights. Animals wearing human skins, replacing all manner of life, seek hard and fast the gates that connect this Floor to the others. Like a plague, a parasit

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. What was faced by those that sought them out, these hostiles seemed very malleable and capable of mimicking the arms of their opponents. It is best to assume that the same applies to all of them.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. In times of desperation, the Spectral Knights seemed to turn feral like a wounded animal. In these final moments, they seemed to unravel and forgo their own self preservation. Perhaps it would be wise to cool such anger.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. When the creatures become shapeless, it would appear that somber music will persuade their shape to remain solid.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. Spectral Knights, before they retreated, transformed to take the shape of their enemies. Donning their face, perhaps there are ways to see past such a disguise.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. Rumor has it that beneath the waves, boats that travel upon its shore will see themselves turned by an invisible force. It would appear that some abnormal barrier is causing them to shift away with damage to the vessel's hull.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. At night the sky appeared darker, and these corrupt creatures seemed unaffected by it. Within that mask, they converge upon any living thing regardless of stature.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. The Spectral Knights seemed attuned to the dark, essences of the void seem to have reduced effects.