[SP-F1] Strength Beyond Strength

[Ronin 0]

Ronin raced out into the grassy field, ready to engage some wild boars.  He had a strange look in his eye that said he was after something special.   He wanted to get his hands on some decent loot and he wasn't going to stop until he had claimed it for his own.  His blacksmith skill had increased substaintially as of late, but he still knew there was room for improvement.  He reached the grass and his boots kicked at the blades as he rushed forth toward the first group of boars he saw.  Having left his makeshift shank behind, he was going to try his luck with only his shield, armor and the lucky orange bandana that he had gotten from Jambi.  "TAKE THIS!" he cried, launching his first attack at the creatures.

ID# 55426 results:

Battle: 6

MOB: 10

= -15 HP mob, -20 HP ronin

Mob 1: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 44/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

The blacksmith chain smoker with the wild look in his eyes lashed out against the beasts, attacking with only his hands since he hadn't brought along his shank.  His damage was low with his own attacks, but he knew his shield would help to make up for anything he lacked on the offensive.  As he hit, the boars struck back and dealt him and themselves some good damage.  He attacked again, getting similar results this time and they landed their tusks against his shield as well, bringing them all down to almost zero HP.  "Nice, one more turn of this and they'll be done for..."

ID# 55429 results:

Battle: 8

MOB: 9

= -15 dmg mob, -16 dmg ronin

Mob 1: 2/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 2/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 2/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 2/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 28/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

This time, Ronin's attack missed, but he hunkered down behind his shield when the boars returned fire and was glad to see that their attacks landed against his strong defense.  They all instantly burst into crystalized shards and then faded from existence, leaving behind nothing but materials and loot that was now his for the taking.  He clicked on the confirmation screen, accepting his four materials and his Col and then turned his sights toward his HP bar.  He would need to rest for a few to regain his health.

ID# 55430 results:

Battle: 5

Loot: 7+5 = 12 = +640 Col

MOB: 8

= -14 dmg mob, -4 dmg ronin

Mob 1: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 24/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Loot Drop: +4 Materials, +640 Col

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

The swordsman paused, crouching down and catching his breath.  He was half tempted to spark up a cigarette, but he kept his mind focused on what he was up to, not wanting to relax just yet.  He had a personal vendetta going on and he wasn't going to rest until he had achieved his goal.  This was very important and he knew his shop and his blacksmith skill would benefit greatly if he was able to get the loot he was after.  He took in long drags of oxygen, filling his lungs and watching his health bar replenish a bit.

+6 HP Regen

Ronin: 30/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

[Ronin 0]

Ronin let out a heavy sigh, knowing this was going to take a little while until his health had returned to full.  It was going to be a little slower going now than he had hoped, but he wasn't going to give up.  He had to keep on trying, keep on pushing and keep on fighting these damn wild boars until he got what he was after.  The benefits were far too great and he just had to remind himself that sooner or later, it'd all work out.  For now, he kept his mind focused on what he was dong and did his best to breathe and relax.

+6 HP Regen

Ronin: 36/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

Watching his HP bar continue to regenerate, Ronin began to feel a little better with each passing moment.  He thought it was pretty amazing that you could be near death one moment, take a little break and allow your health to refill and you would instantly be feeling better just a few minutes later.  If only things were like this in the real world, injuries would be a thing of the past.  Get hurt?  [censored], just kick back and wait a few minutes, your health will be back to full and you'll be feeling right as rain.  Hah, imagine that.

+6 HP Regen

Ronin: 42/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

Thinking about it for a while, Ronin finally turned his attention back to the world around him, looking to see that some more wild boars had appeared.  While he didn't really have to wait for his health to reach full again, he knew it was the safest way of doing things.  If he were to bite the big bullet now, Jambi and Caspar would never forgive him.  They had all just gotten started trying to improve and grow stronger and if he were to go down, they would surely take a big blow.  It wasn't the wisest thing to come and mob farm alone, but for Ronin, there was no other choice right now.

+6 HP Regen

Ronin: 48/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

[Ronin 0]

The blacksmith sighed, looking up toward the sky.  The boars were ready to go but he wasn't.  He kicked the toe of his boot against the grass below, wondering how much longer this was going to take.  It was great that he could regenerate his health outside of combat, but it sucked that he had to sit around waiting this long.  Hell, he even had an extra skill that made it regenerate faster than ever before, but still he was growing impatient.  "Damnit, this sucks..." he said, shaking his head and looking to his HP bar again.

+6 HP Regen

Ronin: 54/64 HP, 40/40, DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

He was sick of waiting and as he glanced at his health bar and saw it was up to near full, he decided that was good enough.  Charging into combat, he rushed across the field and leapt into battle against the newly spawned mob.  These wild boars would never stand a chance against him, even without his weapon.  His shield was a work of art and it, along with his armor, kept him safe from almost every attack they could throw at him.  "C'MON!" he cried, launching his latest attack.

ID# 55444 results:

Battle: 8

MOB: 9

= -15 dmg mob, -16 dmg ronin

Mob 1: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 17/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 38/64 HP, 1 DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Total Acquired Loot : 4 Materials, 640 Col

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

"Welp [censored]..." he said, knowing this wasn't going exactly as planned.  He had to keep on pushing anyway, knowing what was at stake.  Hopefully he would be able to take these fuckers down soon and get what he was after.  If he wasn't able to find that good loot drop soon, he might have to rethink this strategy after all.  For now, it was just taking too long.  On this latest exchange, Ronin missed with any sort of offensive strike and the boars charged in, doing significant damage even through his shield and armor.  "[censored]!" he shouted, hoping they would soon die.

ID# 55450 results:

Battle: 1

MOB: 9

= -14 dmg mob, -16 dmg ronin

Mob 1: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 22/64 HP, 1 DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Total Acquired Loot : 4 Materials, 640 Col

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

This time around, everyone missed and Ronin nearly lost his [censored] entirely.  "Mother fucker!" he cried out, causing the boars to jump back a bit in sheer fright.  IF he couldn't take them down with his attacks, perhaps he could just scold them to death.  Hell, they only had a couple HP remaining, so it wasn't unthinkable, was it?  He sighed and looked at the fuckers with great resentment and hostility in his eyes.  "Hurry up and die so I can have my loot!"

ID# 55452 results:

Battle: 5

MOB: 3

= -0 mob HP, -0 ronin HP

Mob 1: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 22/64 HP, 1 DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Total Acquired Loot : 4 Materials, 640 Col

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

Once again the two forces collided, and once again they both missed.  It was unthinkable, considering Ronin was outnumbered four to one, but that was apparently just how things were going today.  He sighed amid the combat and kicked at the dirt, glaring at the boars and waving his shield wildly through the air.  "C'mon and hit me damnit!  I can't defeat you anytime today unless you hit me first!" His pleas were certainly falling upon deaf ears so to speak, but he couldn't help but yell at these dumb creatures, frustrated with their inaccuracy.

ID# 55454 results:

Battle: 1

MOB: 1

= -0 mob HP, -0 ronin HP

Mob 1: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 3/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 22/64 HP, 1 DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Total Acquired Loot : 4 Materials, 640 Col

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

As the wild boars finally landed their tusks up against the enhanced shield of the swordsman, he closed his eyes, hearing them all shatter like glass.  He shook his head, unable to feel any sort of joy over the small victory.  His  HP bar had dipped much too low for his liking and had they done any more damage, he might've been slain himself.  He sighed and slowly opened his eyes, rising to a stand and deciding to call it a day.  This had been a failed effort and he needed to get back to his shop and rethink things.

ID# 55455 results:

Battle: 2

Loot: 13+5 = 18 = +640 Col

MOB: 9

= -14 mob HP, -16 ronin HP

Mob 1: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 2: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 3: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Mob 4: 0/32 HP, 3 DMG, 8 MIT

Ronin: 6/64 HP, 1 DMG, 27 MIT, 14 THRNS

Loot Drop: +4 Mats, +640 Col

Total Acquired Loot : 8 Materials, 1,280 Col

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

Hiking up his pants and turning his eyes toward town, Ronin bid farewell to the grassy fields for today.  This was utter bullshit and he seriously needed to figure out what it was he was doing wrong.  Certainly he wasn't going to get anywhere with the stupid [censored] he had just pulled and he knew it.  Even the damn wild boars knew it.  He could practically hear them on the opposite side of his shield, mocking him, taunting him... laughing at him.  He growled and grumbled, cursing all the way back to his shop.  "Stupid boars..."

Edited April 6, 2016 by Ronin

[Ronin 0]

When he returned to his shop, Ronin tossed his shield and armor against the wall, disgusted with it and his latest endeavor.  "That [censored] was [censored] lame..." he cursed, kicking at the weathered wooden floorboards and moving over to his anvil.  He wondered if he ought to simply spend his time swinging the damn anvil and trying to craft some [censored].  Surely it would do him a little better than that stupid crap out there in the grassy fields.  He sighed and tried to calm himself down, though he knew it was going to take some time...  "[censored]..."

[Ronin 0]

As Ronin headed to his back room little broom closet sized toilet, he relieved himself before reemerging into the main room.  He sighed over and over, before finally plopping down in his little wooden chair.  He hung his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed and exhausted as well.  It wasn't really a physical exhaustion either, but a mental one.  Why was he having so much trouble with these stupid little boars?  What in the world was he going to do when he actually went up against some real opponents?!  He needed to figure this out fast.

[Ronin 0]

Deciding it was a good time to rest, Ronin sat down, kicked his feet up and closed his eyes.  His body would've normally been aching, bruised, bloodied and beaten, but thanks to this virtual world and its absence of pain, he felt nothing in the way of discomfort and simply felt a little tired.  He inhaled long and true through his nostrils, doing his best to relax his mind and forget about his failures out in the grassy fields.  It wasn't a guarantee that you were always going to find good loot, nor make good items, so he had to be more patient.

[Ronin 0]

Not sure whether he was more hungry, or tired, Ronin opted for the prior, knowing he could always rest some more once he had eaten.  Not wanting to go wandering around town in search of food however, he simply opened up his inventory and pulled one of the pieces of bread he had gotten when first joining the game, out into view.  Munching on it and taking a swig at the water bottle he had pulled out of his inventory as well, the swordsman slouched in his wooden chair and closed his eyes, breathing, eating and drinking.  What a wild world this truly was...

[Ronin 0]

Once his little loaf of bread was all chewed up and swallowed and his bottle of water was empty, Ronin stretched his arms overhead and let out a mighty roar of satisfaction and fullness.  "RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Slowly, he stood up outta' his chair and thumped across the wooden floorboards until he reached the doorway of his little shop.  It was dark out now and he peered out at the streets that ran outside.  He looked up and down them, noticing there weren't many people around.  Was it always this quiet or were more and more players being killed off by this terrible death game?  He sighed and stepped out to have a smoke...

[Ronin 0]

It was both sad and intimidating to think about all the people that had been slain inside this game so far.  He knew that at any moment, he might be next.. or even Caspar and Jambi.  He sighed and shook his head, taking a long drag at his cigarette and closing his eyes.  He allowed the exhale to just kinda' drift its way outta' his nose and slightly parted lips, doing little to actually blow it free from his throat and nasal passage.  He opened his eyes, staring down at the orange glow of the lit cherry and wondered when his number might be up.  This virtual world, this death game... it was nothing to play around with.