Omen

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Omen and Bahr's attack had succeeded in dealing a significant amount of damage to the grotesque creature. He knew that Bahr had played a much larger role in wounding it than he had. But he would not discredit himself. He still had a purpose to serve. "Do not worry, Freyd," Omen called out, his shield raised. Omen did not know what a mulligan was. "I can hold the beast's attention for now." Although he knew that if it came down to a competition between the two of them, Freyd would come out on top in terms of his ability to tank, Omen wouldn't sell himself short. The situation called

Creeping into view with the grotesque body of a giant spider, the girl followed them, her body twisted and malformed, her face upside down and grinning. Omen turned to face the girl and frowned. His first thought was that this world they were trapped in was a truly demented place. How horrible, truly, to have something like this as a dungeon boss mob. His second thought was that its name was Scarface, and its face had no scars whatsoever. Was that supposed to be a reference to that old film? What? Was that supposed to be funny? It didn't even make any sense. Omen steeled himself and rush

THREAD SUMMARY OMEN RECEIVES: Omen | [Word Count: 4209/10 = 420.9] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 884 + 2000 EXP = 2884*2 (Recruitment Drive) = 5,768 EXP 13,125 Col 1 Material 1 Mon and yoinking these: CIRCE RECEIVES: Circe | [Word Count: 4209/10 = 420.9] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 884 + 2000 EXP = 2884*2 (Recruitment Drive) = 5,768 EXP 13,125 Col 1 Material 1 Mon

Another man had showed up. Multicolored eyes, white hair. Omen watched him carefully, but Circe nearly jumped out of her skin; she hadn't expected his sudden appearance. Reflexively, she'd drawn her knife, and in an instant, she'd found the gap closed, the swordsman's blade pressed against the edge of Circe's own. "Not a fight you want, and not one I aimed to start." The man's voice easily indicated that there was no harm intended, but Omen wasn't too fond of the overt display of aggression. Drawing a weapon out of surprise was one thing; making an unnecessary show of dominance was entir

Circe took his hand and thanked him. Omen nodded her firmly and easily helped her to her feet. The fight was nearly done. They just needed to finish the job. As he helped Circe stand, the King of Lakes was stamping the ground menacingly. It seemed ready to charge. That was just as well. He knew he could handle whatever the quest boss threw at him. More than that. He trusted that Circe could handle it too. Circe ran forward. Omen followed. She lashed out with her knives, looking for a final strike. The King of Lakes's attention turned to the girl right in front of her. Maybe she was easie

Circe was having trouble. The King of Lakes was still focused on him, and it didn't seem to keen on giving him any breathing room. Omen raised his shield, but the King of Lakes took a weird swat at him, so Omen ducked under the swipe instead. The King of Lakes attempted to attack him again, but Omen was even more evasive. He rolled out of the way and popped up near Circe. Raising his shield in front of them with one hand, Omen would stow his axe quickly and thrust the other towards her, an offer to help her up. "It's not your day," he apologetically rumbled. "Come. Let's finish this." Sh

That was the ticket! Circe's attack landed and took a crazy chunk of HP with it. The King of Lakes was looking pretty worse for wear now, between the two of them. Although Omen's damage was little more than chip at this point, he figured every attack helped when the mob's pitiful Mitigation and Damage were balanced out by its massive health pool. Omen pressed the offensive. While Circe stayed at range, Omen charged forward, swinging his axe wide. He didn't have to worry about blocking. Thankfully the King of Lakes was only just beginning to recover from the Stun and Paralysis rooting it in pla

Cordelia whirled around, excitement on her face. Omen nodded and gave her an approving thumbs-up. It was pretty cool. After she killed it, a pop up appeared within Omen's vision. Random drops. He inspected it. An axe, which was nice, though it was nothing special, and light armor. He didn't need light armor. But that was fine. He would find a use for it, he was sure. He dismissed the menu and looked to his side. Oz had already slipped away. He was like an eel, Omen thought. He hoped that in the future, Oz found some sort of meaning in the company of others. "I want to thank you bot

Circe was back, but her attack did not land. Omen shook his head. It wasn't her fault. He was sure that he'd be disoriented, too, if he got tossed like a ragdoll into a lake. If anything it was Omen's fault for letting her take the hit. But that didn't matter now. He had to make up for it. He threw himself into the King of Lakes, his shield raised and his axe in hand. The King made a feeble attempt of swatting at him with one of his stubby little arms, but the attack did not land. Omen countered with an attack of his own. Swinging out with all his might, he cut across the King of Lakes's

<<THREAD SUMMARY>> Omen Receives: [Word Count: 4310/10 = 431] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 905 + 3500 (quest) = 4,405*2 (Recruitment Drive) = 8,810 EXP x1 Mon x1 Cerberus Etching x6 Materials 7,500 (quest reward) + 6,500 = 14,000 Col And these: Circe Receives: Circe | [Word Count: 4310/10 = 431] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 905 + 3500 (quest) = 4,405*2 (Recruitment Drive) = 8,810 EXP x1 Mon x1 Cerberus Etching x6 Materials 7,500 (quest reward) + 6,500 = 14,000 Col

Circe's attack landed, and the last Cerberus head was put into the red. The fight was theirs. Earlier on, they had established that it wasn't worth it for Omen to make any attacks. Omen traded health evenly with the mobs, and that wasn't good, because he needed his HP for tanking. But that no longer applied. Cerberus charged and Omen rushed to meet him. He held his shield up high, taking the brunt of the impact. He could feel the heat and weight of the beast reverberate through his arm as his shield absorbed the blow. With his other hand he brandished his axe and swung it wide. It cut through

Cerberus wasn't nearly as threatening with just one head left. Circe's attack had beheaded the second to last head of Cerberus cleanly, and made it so that Cerberus appeared now to be just one giant Hellhound. Omen huffed, a sound of amusement. The fight was nearly won. Despite his health dipping lower than he'd ever wanted it to be (which wasn't terribly low, all things considered), they had pulled through. The heat couldn't break them, and Cerberus couldn't break them. What could? They hadn't gone after the Sword Art, but they had been in it for the challenge from the start. Omen was feeling

Freyd seemed disgusted by the NPC's actions towards the young girl. Omen felt that way also. The rational part of him knew that they were nothing more than code given flesh; but the paternal side of him could not stand idly by while a child was abused. Freyd cut through a few of them. Omen followed suit, charging like a wild bull into the remaining group of four. His axe cleaved through half of them, but the other two were not within his range. Omen grunted. He was not dealing the damage he would like to him, but that was to be expected. "I am sorry," Omen said, to Freyd and the other st

After watching Circe get flung into the lake, the King of Lakes's attention was on him. Omen rushed forward to meet it. Waddling forward at an incredible speed, it took a swat at Omen with one of its stubby limbs. He blocked his shield a little too well -- no damage, no thorns. As a rebuttal, he swung his axe at the creature's head, looking to lop it off, or at the least disorient it. But the King of Lakes was deceptively quick, and his axe caught nothing but air. Omen stepped backwards, shield raised, resetting his position. The King of Lakes played a dangerous game, but Circe was stronger. O