Kindling

How was he back here already? In the deserts of floor five, Kindling felt like he had just barely gotten the feeling of his teeth grinding and crunching dirt out of his mouth a few moments ago. Of course, the truth was, it had been a few weeks, and he hadn't suffered through the same sandstorm on his way back, but it was more of the general disdain for the coarse, rough sand that had gotten everywhere. Though in this specific case, it was a boon to the announcer. He looked over each mound of sand, knowing that beneath the dunes, there were small treats placed for each of today's competitors. T

How was he back here already? In the deserts of floor five, Kindling felt like he had just barely gotten the feeling of his teeth grinding and crunching dirt out of his mouth a few moments ago. Of course, the truth was, it had been a few weeks, and he hadn't suffered through the same sandstorm on his way back, but it was more of the general disdain for the coarse, rough sand that had gotten everywhere. Though in this specific case, it was a boon to the announcer. He looked over each mound of sand, knowing that beneath the dunes, there were small treats placed for each of today's competitors. T

How was he back here already? In the deserts of floor five, Kindling felt like he had just barely gotten the feeling of his teeth grinding and crunching dirt out of his mouth a few moments ago. Of course, the truth was, it had been a few weeks, and he hadn't suffered through the same sandstorm on his way back, but it was more of the general disdain for the coarse, rough sand that had gotten everywhere. Though in this specific case, it was a boon to the announcer. He looked over each mound of sand, knowing that beneath the dunes, there were small treats placed for each of today's competitors. T

How was he back here already? In the deserts of floor five, Kindling felt like he had just barely gotten the feeling of his teeth grinding and crunching dirt out of his mouth a few moments ago. Of course, the truth was, it had been a few weeks, and he hadn't suffered through the same sandstorm on his way back, but it was more of the general disdain for the coarse, rough sand that had gotten everywhere. Though in this specific case, it was a boon to the announcer. He looked over each mound of sand, knowing that beneath the dunes, there were small treats placed for each of today's competitors. T

The Colosseum of <<Scalabis>>, in its grandeur of arches, massive walls, and ring of banners creating intervals around the top of it. For Kindling, it was impossible to not stare at it, in all it's marble and limestone glory, dwarfing the rest of the City beneath it. The tallest towers alone, illustrious forums, and laurel-spiraled pillars that belonged to temples didn't even come close to inspiring the awe that the Amphitheatre did. He could practically hear the cheers of a crowd inside, see the way in which they leaned forward in anticipation, shouted for their favorite combatant

| FLOOR TWENTY-FOUR Eyes mirroring the ocean's color kept vigilant. Each paddle moved Kindling and his small boat along. Noting that most of this ocean was nothing but soaked rocks, and withered palm trees. With only the occasional massive turtle shell in green, white, or blue appearing from the surface below, or sunbathing on an ivory beach nearby. Thinking about how he knew people who would call this floor beautiful, yet he didn't see the appeal. So far he was just getting sunburnt, and bored trying to fight the waves and scout out these supposed 'Paradise Isles'. His head turning from

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An arena that would have to wait until tomorrow, it seemed to Kindling. For, as the night dragged on, so did the cold with it. Getting to a point low enough that if Kindling scoffed out a particularly warm breath directly at the oversized celestial body lighting up the sky at this moment, he'd be able to see the air in a light grey mist. That, coupled with the growing soreness in his abdomen, and feet meant that it was getting too late to continue on for now. He had to criticize himself; having gone too far when it came to the fight with the <<Sand Shark>>. Something that was hardl

With some wild luck, or perhaps pre-determined destiny, there was something else walking in the night. Kindling saw first only the moving of shapes, registering mostly the change in lighting to catch his attention, however small it was. It caught his attention, causing the man to look, and examine it from his great distance. Some sort of massive rock formation, the moon lighting it up in long streaks as its craggy surface, painting every single elevation and depression granted by the winds and rains of time. Well, more like scratched on there by some underpaid visual artist, more likely. Or ge

That would be it for hours. Slow steps trudging along, leaving craters in the sand where his feet made contact, and then lift again to kick some of it up and forward. Most of the time, his prints were erased. Lost to time by the storm not moments after he had left them, leaving no mark or legacy on this path. Just as there were no footprints in front of him, despite the fact that he knew hundreds of players likely made this same trek. No, that was more reserved for some of the dungeons of the world, the labyrinths. That, and the Monument of Life. Those were the ways players left their stain on

It was more of the same. Lunging, dodging, thrashing, slashing. Repeat. The timing was entirely readable, one moment into the next, followed by that process with limited variation. It was fun for Kindling just to move around like he was, twisting his entire body around in order to skip the attacks of the creature. Absolutely flexing on it not just with his statline, but with his skill. A level of it that felt just so innate. Like destiny chose him specifically to end the short, undynamic life of this obstacle. If one could even call it a life. Nothing more than a set of instructions that comma

If there was a way to record or stream gameplay like this, this situation would have made one hell of a short or story in some quick-video format app. Expertly waiting, reading, and dodging every lunge, bite, self-propelled shot, and swing by the <<Sand Shark>>. Slap on some shitty bass boosted music, mess with the filter, and everyone could lose their minds in the comment section about just how fucking good he was at this. Swinging his body around with admittedly strenuous use of his core and legs, while watching and maintaining perfect distance with the enemy question. Only to ca

A Sand Shark, not the first time he had seen one. This one was the largest of them, though. A grin spread across his face, just as he moved again to dodge another dolphin-like leap from the surface of the sand into the air. "Come and get it, buddy." He taunted, just as he quickly planted his feet down, and threw himself back in a dramatic backstep. Clasping the length of black handle on his spear. It was the perfect movement in that moment. No sooner had he made the maneuver than he had predicted what the monster would do in response. Rising straight up from the loose ground like a shar

Good Morning Challengers! Your weekly matches have been drawn up, and then separated between Hosts @Minako and I, @Kindling. Your host will be the one who posts the thread to introduce your fight, and give some flavor casting throughout the combat. With the drawn up matches, your Weekly Clash Shop has been rolled and assigned. Use this opportunity to understand who your opponent is, and plan accordingly either through your own build, and through consumables purchasable in the Weekly Shop. Remember! No outside consumables are allowed in these fights. Only those purchased at the Weekly Shop.

The sand made no sound at all beneath his feet. It wasn't needed to see that he was making painfully slow progress with each movement. No, instead of sound, the man's eyes could see it. A jacketed arm was folded as a visor in front of his face, rapped around such that most of his sightline directly ahead would simply be his elbow, and the cloth of his grey clothing. Using those two facts to shield himself from the gusts of wind that sent sand in a chaotic flurry, and filling the air with the sizzling of the particles hitting each other, and being picked up in large blankets. The time he had ta

A splash of cold water was always a nice way to wake up to reality. There was nothing more refreshing than having those crystal clear, ice cold droplets hit your face, granting reprieve from the collected sand, and the merciless beating of the Sun's heat against one's skin. Kindling thought so, anyway. To him, at this moment, this was life's greatest pleasure. That feeling of ridding himself of each minute particle of silica and dirt, dispelling the irritation that came with having such embed within his pores was exactly the relief he needed. His expression relaxed, jaw slack to simply experie

Buying the following items: Tier 4 Blank Dungeon Map | [400col] Water Canister (x3) | [400col] Spyglass (x3) | [800col] Total: 400 Map, 400 Water Canister, 800 Spyglass = 1600 Col. Sent to Banker.

Week 1 Results are in, The current records will be posted here, and updated as the tournament goes on. Making for easy tracking of the progress of each Combatant, and to allow speculation on who will advance to Brackets as each week shapes out. it looks ugly as hell, i dont have html and i hate tables. COMBATANT W - L % Lessa 1 - 0 100% Koga 1 - 0 100% Pollux 1 - 0 100% NIGHT 1 - 0 100% Jomei 1 - 0 100% Wulfrin 1 - 0 100% Vigilon 1 - 0 100% Katoka 1 - 0

TricolorMina & Katoka v. Pollux & Koga - 6:00 PM - Hosted by Kindling Lessa & Telrenya v. Kiru & Night - 7:00 PM - Hosted by Minako Jomei & Wulfrin v. Acanthus & Kiyabu Hisao - 8:30 PM - Hosted by Kindling Hirru & Morningstar v. Oscar & Vigilon - 9:30 PM - Hosted by Minako Out of Character Come cheer on or commentate your favorite and least favorite fights! To keep things orderly, and give at least a good base mental image, I have included the "timeline" of fights IC above. Audience members should use the timeslots presented abov

Buying the following items: Teleport Crystals x1 Total: 800 = 800

picking up, will return it when done. thank yous <3

Sifting through his small inventory, Kindling was lost in thought. A hand on his chin, his face tilted down eyes turned up as he prepared for what to do next - knowing that danger lie ahead. Travelling alone was rarely a good idea, but with his limited ally pool, and distrust of the skills of others, what was he to do? Though as if to chastise that view from above, the UI blinked, then came the indication of an incoming message. A message from Telrenya, telling him his order was in. "That was... fast." Trying not to register his surprise even to himself. It was off to the 4th floor then, to

Wooden pews lined with soft fabric, not arranged in their normal rows with an alley in between, instead placed in a circle around the central podium, turning it much more into a stage, than a place of Worship. The stained and colored fragments of glass painted their beautiful picture along the marble-like, smooth flooring of granite and stone. It was a hell of a thing, to convince the Clergy of this cathedral to honor the traditions of the Players. Nothing that a few favors couldn't work out, and the assurance of supervision. Such supervision was already present here, speaking of which. Armore

Wooden pews lined with soft fabric, not arranged in their normal rows with an alley in between, instead placed in a circle around the central podium, turning it much more into a stage, than a place of Worship. The stained and colored fragments of glass painted their beautiful picture along the marble-like, smooth flooring of granite and stone. It was a hell of a thing, to convince the Clergy of this cathedral to honor the traditions of the Players. Nothing that a few favors couldn't work out, and the assurance of supervision. Such supervision was already present here, speaking of which. Armore

Changes as Of Week 2 (Feb 16th, 2025) Rules for initiative have been changed. Players will roll as before, on their opening post, and if the last to post is the winner, they may make an attack. EXCEPT Attack or other actions involving rolls must be a separate roll from the initiative roll. Antidote Crystal can be used while under the effects of CC (Frozen/Stun/Paralyze/etc), but Antidote Potion cannot. First Aid will only cost 1 Extra Skill Slot to bring. Shatter has been nerfed to reduce mitigation by only 5 per stack for the duration of the competition. Cleansing or Curing a st