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Omen and Circe found themselves on the Ninth Floor, a fiery hellscape of smog, lava, and volcanic rock. In his quest for quests, Omen had heard rumor of a Tier One quest he figured he could handle pretty handily if Circe joined him. He'd sent a message and joined her, and together they'd traveled to Knorilt Village to speak to an injured info broker. Hellhounds and the Cerberus had claimed Inferno Cavern as their territory, and it was up to them to clear it out. Apparently Inferno Cavern's heat damaged whoever entered without the Survival skill. Omen hadn't realized that, but he figured that b
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Omen gifts Circe the following items. [T1 Perfect Light Armor] Initiate’s Draw: +2 EVA, +1 MIT {LINK} wolf pendant. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III [desc.]: a wolf's head carved out of blackwood, with imperfections highlighted in gold. polished and strung up on dark cotton rope. [ID#22166]
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<<THREAD SUMMARY>> Omen Receives: [Word Count: 4822/10 = 482.2] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 338 + 800 (Quest) = 1,138 * 2 = 2,276 EXP 2000+200 = 2,200 Col 12 Materials x2 Perfect T1 Unidentified Weapon - 231383-a, 231383-b x1 Perfect T1 Unidentified Consumable - 231383-c Potion - Zackariah’s Special Draught: +15% HP Heal [T1 Perfect Light Armor] Initiate’s Draw: +2 EVA, +1 MIT x5 T1 Rare Big Bertha Braciole: +4 EN Circe Receives: [Word Count: 4822/10 = 482.2] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 338
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After Circe had opened her chest, Omen flipped open his own. Inside, he found a couple of goodies: a pittance of Col, a fair amount of Materials, a couple weapons, and a single consumable. After checking what Circe had gotten, he learned that they had both gotten the same things. Was it programmed, he wondered? Or was it random, and they just coincidentally got the same things out of it? He didn't know, and he supposed that it didn't matter. Circe was off. Omen stood and nodded, and when she sent him a friend request, he accepted. She floated the possibility of questing together in the f
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Omen allowed Circe to take the lead, and down by the river they met Ol' Pete Larkin, as Lyle Tealeaf had referred to him. Omen watched with a blank expression as Pete laughed and Circe's irritability showed itself again. He let them dig through their boat, and Circe certainly dug -- he raised an eyebrow when, finally, she unearthed a treasure chest. Just what was Pete Larkin doing with that, the old fisherman? It was Omen's turn. He moved up to the boat and began to dig as well. Traps, barrels, discarded mugs, rods, line... the boat was chock-full of stuff you'd expect a fisherman to hav
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Omen nodded. The results showed themselves, clear as day. Circe kicked the dirt where the boarlet had been slain, and urged them to get a move on before Lyle sent them on another ridiculous errand. "Agreed." Omen got the feeling that they weren't done just yet, but they made their way back to Lyle Tealeaf's shop anyways. They returned with the tusks and their borrowed weapons in tow. When Lyle received them, he simply nodded. "I use these on hilts," he explains simply, before setting any tusks aside. Unlike Zackariah, Lyle Tealeaf seemed a bit more present of mind, however gruff abo
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Omen had killed his remaining boarlet a while ago. Like a butcher, he had brought his axe down, striking the boarlet dead with a ruthless impunity. It didn't so much as have the time to squeal before it was struck down, exploding into a cloud of light and dust. A pop-up screen was Omen's reward. He'd collected the last tusk he needed for Lyle Tealeaf, and without too much trouble. He rested the axe across his shoulders, cherishing again the balance of a good weapon in his hands. It had been much too long, and then it hadn't felt like a long time at all. His thoughts wandered elsewhere. H
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He hefted his axe across his shoulders. There were a group of boarlets, placed convenienly besides one another. Circe took one group -- Omen took the other. He didn't have the patience to sit and pick them off one by one, so he did what Circe did, and activated an AoE Sword Art. Glowing with a piercing bright light, Omen's axe carried him violently into the group and cleaved two of the boarlets clean in half. He barely registered the pop-up telling him he'd received two of the three required tusks for Lyle Tealeaf. The third boarlet was a hair quicker, and having maneuvered out of range, charg
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Omen was in the market for a trinket to raise one's accuracy. Not for himself, but for another. If they were going to be questing together -- and it seemed as though they would be -- he wanted to make sure that all members of his party were playing in peak form. If that meant going out of his way to acquire something that helped their build while leveling, he would do it. That was exactly the reason he found himself in The Evening Star. He was in luck, too. The shop was well stocked, and the owner had just what he needed. He paid up front, in Col, and nodded his thanks. Omen chose the pendant,
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A wild goose chase was probably the most apt description for the quest so far. But Omen had gone into it expecting one, and he wasn't so surprised when Zackariah had sent them off to one Lyle Tealeaf's shop down the road. Nor was he surprised when Lyle Tealeaf rudely waved them off to go kill baby boars for their tusks. While he briefly questioned the morality of slaughtering piglets, it was more out of curiosity than emotion. They offered a means to sedation, but it seemed like more trouble than it was worth. Besides, was the choice between tranq darts and an axe really that difficult of a de
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"Alright," Omen said. Luckily, it didn't matter if they succeeded or not. His quest tracker said to return to Zackariah, and so they would. While he was there, though, Omen sent an official party invite to Circe. If they were going to be questing together, it would helpful to be able to track each other's health and energy. It would also serve as a way of introducing themselves now that they were pretty far into conversation without telling each other their names. Omen would lead them to Zackariah, who accepted the materials and inspected them shrewdly. He accepted them kindly and turned
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Omen nodded. "It would appear so." Circe went on to add that she was beginning to think that Zackariah had sent them on a wild goose chase -- to which Omen nodded empathatically. Yes, he was almost certain of the same. Fetch quests, he knew all too well, would only lead to more fetch quests. He had a feeling they had quite a bit of work ahead of them. Circe seemed friendly enough, though it had been a long time since Omen had had the company of another player. Maybe it would be a welcome change. Going it alone definitely made things a lot more difficult than they had to be sometimes. "Al
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[F22 | R8 Blacksmith] Sentinel Armaments (Open)
Omen replied to Wulfrin's topic in Merchants and Shops
"Yes," he replied. He'd spent a lot of time with equipment just like this in the past. If Wulfrin was curious, he didn't question it further. Omen had simply nodded his thanks and left. A bit later, his gear was ready for pickup. He came in as soon as he was notified, stepping through the shop's doors and heading to the deck. He collected his gear. He scanned it. His eyebrow raised at the edits to the equipment's descriptions -- they had been lightly modified, and branded with the shop's emblem. No matter. The equipment was just that. He was not sentimental over it in the slightest. "My -
"Hello," he said as she approached. "I am." His voice was deep and broad and like gravel, but his demeanor and speech were pleasant enough, if not to listen to. The young woman seemed to be on the same quest as him, which helped ease his worries a tad. She seemed just about at a loss as he was. Omen still tried, though. He looked carefully at the grass and plants at their feet, his hazel eyes meticulously combing through the smattering of plants, trying to identify which had the most unique, identifiable features. "No." They all just looked like plants. It seemed that botany was no
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Omen stared long and hard at a shrubby little plant on the ground. Was this what Zackariah was looking for? He frowned. He had absolutely no idea if it was. Hopefully they weren't weeds. He reached down and collected it. The item was placed in his inventory, though he had absolutely no way of knowing whether or not it was real -- but it apparently counted towards his quest progress regardless. He moved on. As he stood, he noticed a woman in the distance. Another player? He lifted his hand in greeting. Ever since his stats were wiped, he'd been hesitant of other players outside of safe zo
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When they had all arrived and used their consumables, Omen nodded. Two women would lead the way, if the consumable distribution was anything to say for it. As Oz approached, Omen was a little confused. Why was he sulking about? It didn't matter. They partied up, and Omen felt obligated to lead the way. He stepped up to those great wrought iron doors and pushed them open. Inside was a boss room of epic proportions, though it wasn't much to look at in terms of aesthetics. Far off in the distance sat the colossal Forgotten Time King, who, until they had entered, seemed to recline upon its r
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When Omen dragged himself out of that ice, one of the first things that he did was compile a list of quests that he could take to get himself put back on track. He'd found quite a bit of them. Compared to when he was first grinding his way to the frontlines, there was a veritable feast of ways to accrue experience. One of them was the aptly named "The First Few Lessons." To start the quest, Omen had to talk to an NPC named Dorian in Tolbana. He introduced himself as the mayor and had found himself in the unfortunate predicament of not remembering who he'd lent money to. Omen snorted. It
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Messages from Pinball... Omen, totally oblivious to the messages being sent on his behalf, stood quietly in front of a large set of wooden doors. Inside, the Forgotten Time King sat on a broken throne. Betrayal of the King was a quest that was far, far beyond his capabilities -- but if the brokers were to be believed, the Time King had no AOE attacks to speak of. On a whim, he'd decided to check the room out for himself. Sometimes there were higher level players around that wouldn't mind carrying a newbie through a difficult quest. He sighed. Again his thoughts went to The Crysta
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And yoinked again.
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Omen picks it up for later.
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[PP-F09] Bless Your Little Bandit Heart <<Bandit Camp>>
Omen replied to Siren's topic in Beginner Floors
Omen had heard of a quest that was meant to unlock a skill that increased the user's mitigation for a first time -- such a skill, Omen knew, would be very useful. He had, once upon a time, been a tank, and was looking to play that same role if all went well. But the problem was that he was only Level 1, and couldn't take the Bandit Camp on by himself. He figured that it wasn't too likely he found someone to carry him through it, but he also didn't see what the harm was in waiting and seeing. His armor and weapon were still being made, so why not kill what time he had? He didn't have to w -
Omen accepts.
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[F22 | R8 Blacksmith] Sentinel Armaments (Open)
Omen replied to Wulfrin's topic in Merchants and Shops
His gear was gone. His stats were wiped. Whatever had happened to him after he'd touched The Crystal Heart had made it as though he had made no progress in the game at all. He had to start from square one. The gap between him and the frontlines had never been wider. To think he was ready to join them what felt like just yesterday made his head spin. How long had it been? Omen couldn't get a straight answer out of anyone. Everybody seemed to squint and shake their head at the question. Nobody said the same thing. Omen located a blacksmith that was doing deals for starting players. He didn