F05/SP <<Arabian Nights - The First Night>>

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Oscar - Lvl 41
840 HP
82 Energy
4 Accuracy (+1 Weapon +1 Precision + 2 Food)
3 Evasion
16 Base Damage - (1 Base +7 Skill +1 Ferocity +6 Familiar +1 Athletics)
48 Mitigation 

Items
Chaos Eater ............ // Bleed, Bleed, ACC
Librarium Overcoat ................. // +3 EVA
Plated Azure Tights ............... // +36 MIT, +3 Recovery

Leeroy & Jenkins - Familiar ............. // +3*Tier DMG

Battle Ready Inventory
Teleportation Crystal .............. // 
Empty Inventory Slot   ............ // 
Empty Inventory Slot ............ // 
Empty Inventory Slot ............. // 
Empty inventory slot ............ //
Empty inventory slot ............ //

Buffs
Rested ........................... // -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat.
Filling .......................... // Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Relaxed .......................... // Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.

Skills
2HBA                      | Rank 5: +8 Damage
Light Armor                | Rank 3: +12 Damage Mitigation
Concentration                   | +1 to your BD (3 turn cooldown)
Survival                   | Heal 15*Tier HP when out of battle
Parry                        | 2-turn CD, 5 EN Half damage of next attack and negate Stun/Paralysis effects

Skill Mods
Ferocity                   | Increases Base Damage by 1
Athletics                  | Increases Base Damage by 1, Max HP by 10*tier
Precision                 | Increases Accuracy by 1
 

It was time to be completely done with Floor 5. The sweltering heat was beyond annoying. But, thankfully, Oscar only had one more quest to go before he never had to set foot on this infernal floor again. It was called <<Arabian Nights>>. Apparently, this was the first in a series of quests themed around that old 1001 Nights book. Oscar entered the tavern where the quest was set to start and initiated the dialogue with Ali.

"Please! You have to help me! My brother Cassim has been captured by thieves."

"Oh, word?"

"They're rumored to be holed up at this safehouse. I can't do it on my own. You look like a capable adventurer. If you help me, I have much gold I can give you."

"Oh, word?!"

So not only was Oscar getting experience, but he was also getting a hefty sum of Col. Oscar didn't have to think twice. He accepted the quest and scarfed down a Focused Dog for more accuracy. He suspected he would be getting into a fight and didn't want to be caught with his pants down.

FOCUSED DOG CONSUMED [+2 ACC]
HERO ROUTE

[Oscar 0]

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Oscar 839/840 HP | 62/82 EN | 16 DMG | 4 ACC | 3 EVA | 48 MIT | REC | 24 BLD

Explode Catapult vs Thief1 132584 BD1 Miss
Explode Catapult vs Thief2 132585 BD10 Deal 227 + 24 BLD Damage
Explode Catapult vs Thief3 132586 BD10 Deal 227 +24 BLD Damage
Explode Catapult vs Thief4 132587 BD5+4 Deal 199 DMG

Thief1 135/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT MD10 Side Bite Executed Deal 1 DMG
Thief2 0/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT
Thief3 0/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT
Thief4 0/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT 

Oscar strolled over to the hideout, Chaos Eater at the ready. He assumed that the thieves wouldn't just let him waltz in willy-nilly and take their prisoner. He, of course, assumed correctly. As soon as he approached the hideout, he clocked movement in the shadows. Not one to wait around to get stabbed in the face, Oscar let fly an Explode Catapult. He carved through the thieves like butter, all but one of them shattering under the sheer, unrelenting and overleveled force of his power. The remaining thief rushed forward, brandishing his daggers. Quick as a flash, he plunged his dagger into Oscar's chest. One damage. Oscar glowered down at the thief, who if he were a sentient being and not a programmed one, would probably be understanding the depth of his foolishness. Oscar merely grabbed the knife and pulled it out of his chest, tossing it and the thief holding it away from him.

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Oscar 839/840 HP | 50/82 EN | 16 DMG | 4 ACC | 3 EVA | 48 MIT | REC | 24 BLD

Screw Dimension vs Thief1 132588 BD4+4 Deal 157 DMG

Thief1 0/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT

The thief wouldn't get a second chance to deal its pitiful damage to Oscar again. A single Screw Dimension proved more than sufficient in laying the bandit low. As he shattered like glass, Oscar turned and kicked open the door to the hideout. There, in the corner, was a bound and gagged man who he could only assume was Cassim. As he approached, Oscar noticed the gold ring on Cassim's hand. He could kill Cassim here and take it and no one would be the wiser. He raised his axe above his head and with deadly precision...

Cleaved the ropes binding the man in twain. Cassim quickly removed his gag and looked to Oscar with gratitude.

"You saved me! However can I repay you?"

"Don't die on the way back to your brother," came Oscar's blunt response.

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Oscar and Cassim made their way back to Ali about as quickly as they could. Of course, this being an escort mission, Cassim just had to be programmed to walk faster than Oscar's walking speed, but slower than his run. So there was a lot of starting and stopping as they weaved through the alleyways of the town. With any luck, they could avoid attracting the attention of any more Thieves, but Oscar seriously doubted that lucky would be on his side. As such, he kept Chaos Eater readied and prepared to exterminate any would-be attackers with extreme prejudice. He would deliver a smack that would be heard throughout the ages to anyone that dared attack them. Oscar would get his Col today. There wasn't a thief alive who could stop him from doing so. Especially not on Floor 5. It was literally impossible for this floor to spawn anything that could threaten him other than that Terra Firma asshole.

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Oscar 840/840 HP | 36/82 EN | 16 DMG | 4 ACC | 3 EVA | 48 MIT | REC | 24 BLD

Explode Catapult vs Thief5 132589 BD9 Deal 213 + 24 BLD DMG
Explode Catapult vs Thief6 132590 BD2+4 Deal 199 DMG

Thief5 0/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT
Thief6 0/135 HP | 6 DMG | 1 ACC | 1 SAVVY | 25 MIT

Oscar was about to smack the hell out of some thieves. As they rounded the corner onto the street of the tavern Ali was waiting in, two thieves were waiting for them. Cassim looked like he was about to poop his pants. Oscar, on the other hand, was extremely annoyed. He just wanted his money, man. Why were these guys making things so difficult for him? Well, difficult in the sense that he had to expend the energy of a single Explode Catapult to dispatch them. The fight was over in an instant. The thieves shattered like glass as Oscar's attack found its mark. With no further distractions preventing them from proceeding, Cassim and Oscar continued onward. This quest was definitely scaled for lower level players. Which begged the question: why hadn't he taken care of this quest sooner. The answer was simple. It was on Floor 5.

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"Cassim!"

"Ali!"

The brothers rushed toward one another as soon as Oscar entered the tavern with Cassim. Ali seemed to be overjoyed that his brother was safe and sound. Which was nice. But honestly, Oscar couldn't bring himself to care one way or another. It was freaking hot. His clothes were already sticky with sweat. He just wanted his money so he could retire to cooler climes. After a moment of celebration, Cassim turned to Oscar.

"Thank you hero! Here, as promised. Your payment."

Ali held out his hand and delivered unto Oscar his payment. A whopping 15,000 Col! Oscar was truly surprised that such a low-level quest rewarded so much. He could only say one thing about this development. Two words so profound that the scholars would debate their meaning for generations.

"Oh, word?"

OBJECTIVE CLEAR

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After receiving his payment, Oscar wasted no time heading for the Teleportation Platform. It was time to get the hell up out of this infernal floor. All of his quests here were ticked off. He had no more reason to return. At least not of his own volition. He could probably guarantee that someone, at some point, would require help with one of the bosses here. So he would get dragged on back despite having no further personal business here. Confound his generous nature! Oscar stepped onto the Platform and dialed in a random location. He didn't care where he went, just so long as it wasn't as hot as this floor. He wasn't exactly paying attention to the location the Teleporter chose for him. He merely hit the button. The platform began to glow as it spooled up. Then, in a flash of brilliant white light, he disappeared. Floor 5 was left far behind him, but where he ended up was anyone's guess.

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Oscar was excited by the prospect of being flung far away from the sweltering heat of Floor 5. He manifested in a dazzling display of white light. As he stepped off of the platform, he was blasted in the face by more sand and heat. He was still on Floor 5! How had this happened. He looked at the location that had been dialed into the teleporter. It was the same location he had teleported from. Oscar let out a loud groan. Truly this was a disappointing development. In fact, his disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined by the merest prospect of being stuck on this floor for a second longer than he needed to. But, alas, Oscar had learned nothing. He absentmindedly fiddled with the instruments, dialing in a random location and pressing the confirm button. The light swelled once more and enveloped his form. In a burst of white-hot radiance, Oscar was carried off by the teleporter's magic. Off to a random location.

TRANSITION TO FLOOR 9

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Once more, Oscar stepped off of the platform. Once more, he was blasted in the face by a sweltering heat. Oscar looked around and groaned loudly. He'd wound up on Floor Nine! Of course it would be the only Floor that was somehow hotter than Floor 5. And, of course, he still had quests to take care of here. But he wasn't going to be doing that today. No sir, he'd had his fill of the heat for at least weeks. Completely put out by the teleporter ruining his day, he stepped back onto the platform and took great pains in selecting the exact floor he wanted to go to. Then, he sausage-fingered the selector as he hit confirm, completely randomizing his destination. As the light swelled and enveloped his form, he swore loudly. The central plaza was filled with the rage-fuel stream of expletives until he was translocated somewhere else, abruptly ending his tirade. This day was really not going very well, if he did say so himself.

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Of course, of all the places he could end up, it was back on Floor 9. He was well past annoyed. He was absolutely fuming. The heat of his anger didn't help with the whole plan of getting cool. His blood pressure was up. A vein probably would have popped out of forehead had he, you know, had veins. This time, he just randomly punched in a location. Anywhere would be better than this volcanic hellscape. That probably wasn't the best idea, but he was mad. And who could blame him? Who could actually be comfortable in this level of heat. The teleporter began to spool up again and Oscar hoped on hope that he wouldn't be sent somewhere else unpleasant. He didn't even consider the fact that if he calmed down and actually took his time on selecting a location, he wouldn't be in this mess. But he didn't even consider that possibility. Why would he? It was clearly the Teleporter's fault.

TRANSITION TO FLOOR 13

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!"

The moment the light faded, Oscar found he had manifested on Floor 13. Probably the only other floor other than the hot ones that he absolutely hated. The dead land was extremely depressing. But at least it was cool. Wait, no, screw that. He kicked the teleporter and immediately regretted it. There was something about rocks and kicking them that generally didn't end well for one's foot. He swore loudly and rubbed his aching foot, hopping along on his undamaged one. After the pain subsided, he stepped back onto the platform and dialed in a specific location. Floor Seven. He wanted to go home after this whole debacle. His day was absolutely ruined at this point. His errands would simply have to wait until he was in a better mood, frankly. But, in his haste to get away from this depressing atmosphere, he sausage-fingered the panel again, teleporting somewhere completely random again.

TRANSITION TO FLOOR 4

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The snow-laded landscape of Floor 4 stretched out in front of him. It was colder than cold, but he could manage that, at least. Plus, Bahr had shown him to a pretty awesome hangout spot. He headed for the White Rabbit Tavern. He definitely needed to relax. Some hot chocolate and some cookies sounded amazing right about now. There was just one problem. He hadn't exactly paid attention to the route Bahr took when he first brought Oscar and Cordelia to the Tavern. This resulted in Oscar getting completely lost in town. Truly, the most tragic of developments. He'd gone from one extreme to the other. First, he was melting. Now, he was half frozen. At least, he would be if not for the Survival skill. He could take solace in the fact that at least he wasn't lost on Floor 9 or something. At this point, it was a matter of principle. He was going to find that Tavern. He was going to sit down next to the fire and he was going to enjoy himself goddammit.

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Despite his best efforts, Oscar simply couldn't find the tavern that he was looking for. He stepped into plenty of them, though. Seedy taverns. High-end taverns. Taverns that weren't actually taverns. Floor 4 certainly had a whole lot of taverns. But there was no White Rabbit Tavern. He sighed, relegating himself to roaming the streets and freezing his bajesus off again. One of these taverns had to be the tavern he was looking for. How many times can the author say "tavern" in this post? Quite frequently, as it turns out. Eventually, after much searching and even more cursing, Oscar found the Tavern he was looking for. The White Rabbit Tavern. It stood before him in all of its tavern-y glory. Oscar had to take a moment to wipe a tear from his eye. Finally something was going his way today. It was just so beautiful. He simply had to take a moment to marvel in its majesty.

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Eventually, the biting chill got under Oscar's skin even more than the heat did. Thus, Oscar was finally forced to go inside. He placed his hand on the doorknob and tried to twist it. But it wouldn't budge more than bit. He cupped his hands to the glass and peered inside. The interior was absolutely abandoned. There was no fire roaring in the fireplace. No one cooking in the kitchen or working behind the counter. Then he noticed the sign. Closed on Sundays. Oscar took a step back and clicked his tongue. He had let himself think for just a moment that something was actually working out today. He pursed his lips, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. With a forceful sigh, he turned on his heels and headed back towards the Teleportation Plaza. There were no words in the English language that could adequately communicate the depths of his disappointment. No words that he could use to designate the sheer level of frustration he was feeling. It just wasn't his day.

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The slightest of problems presented itself as Oscar made his attempt to find the plaza. He didn't know where the hell he was. So, he found himself stuck wandering the streets of the town, trying in vain to find his bearings. Finally, he just gave up and stepped into the nearest tavern. He sat down at the bar and ordered a hot chocolate and a cookie. After a few moments of waiting, the barkeep returned with Oscar's order. He took one sip of the hot chocolate and almost spat it out. He forced it down and cast a baleful look on the bartender.

"This isn't hot chocolate. It tastes like hot mud. Why would you call it that on your menu?"

The barkeep shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you man."

Oscar, trying desperately to keep his cool simply handed the cookie and beverage back to the man. 

"Just bring me all the bacon and eggs you have," he said mournfully.

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The barkeep turned to bring Oscar his food, an odd expression on his face.

"Wait," Oscar called after him. When the barkeep turned around, Oscar continued. "I worry what you heard was 'bring me a lot of bacon and eggs.' What I said was 'bring me all the bacon and eggs you have.' Am I clear son?" The barkeep, stunned by Oscar's sudden abrasiveness simply nodded and turned on his heels to go back to the kitchen. Oscar sighed, somewhat contentedly, and clenched his fist. He slowly let it go and placed his hands on the table, awaiting his food. Today had not gone nearly as well as he had hoped. He only really had himself to blame for that, but he wasn't going to do it. No, it was all the Teleporter's fault. Stupid rock. Making him teleport to all the unpleasant places. At least he had a very large meal of breakfast food to look forward to. Why did anyone eat anything else when they could eat breakfast food? Because some people are idiots, that's why.

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After some time waiting, the barkeep came out with the first round of Oscar's food. He quickly tore into the platter of bacon and eggs, polishing it off before the next round came out. This repeated until the sun disappeared over the horizon with Oscar doing his best to drive them out of business purely through the drought of bacon and eggs. Eventually, they reached a point where they couldn't keep up with the rate of his consumption. They had long since run out of bacon and thus were only bringing him heaping platters of eggs. The last platter, however, was just ten uncooked eggs of the chicken. Oscar ate those with no complaints. Once he was done, he slammed his money down on the counter and walked out. In his wake, he left mountains of dishes and a completely ruined kitchen. But it was worth it. He had, at least, placated his rage for the time being. Perhaps now he would be able to get the teleporter to work properly.

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What he didn't realize that while he was eating, the barkeep took a picture of his face mid egg-scarfing. That photo was then placed on the wall with a hastily-scribbled inscription upon it. It read: "Man, most eggs eaten." All told, Oscar probably ate several pigs' worth of bacon and enough eggs to feed an army. But it was not enough. He still intended on going home and making a large dinner for himself and his familiar. If he could get home. There was still the problem of him being lost in a city that he wasn't altogether too familiar with. He wandered the streets. It was so late that most of the businesses had closed for the night. Half of the streetlamps weren't working so he found himself navigating the snow and ice-covered ground with absolutely zero bearing. He figured that if he walked around for long enough, he would be able to find his way home. Either that, or he'd just be stuck here forever. That would be quite unfortunate.

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Eventually, he did find his way to the main plaza once again. This time, when he stepped onto the platform, there was no frustration. He took his time, carefully dialing he desired location. He was ready to go home, so he selected Deepedge on Floor 7. Then, he slowly and carefully pressed the confirmation button. Thankfully, there were no fumbles this time. Deepedge was locked in as the location he intended to reach. The platform hummed with energy as it began to glow. Eventually, the light began to swell and engulfed Oscar's form. In a flash of light - a discharge of energy - Oscar was whisked away into the ether. His feet touched down in Deepedge. Finally, he had landed where he intended to go. Before the fickle device could decide to mess with his world again, he hastily stepped off the platform. A good thing too, because another person had just set the teleporter to a new location. Had he waited a second longer, he would be whisked away from home again.

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Finally, he was on his home floor. There was just one problem. His home was about 2.2 miles away from town and it was dark. New moon dark. No light in the sky dark. How was he expected to be able to navigate the floor without light? There was always the option of purchasing a Glow Stone from a merchant, but that required him to use the teleporter again. He'd had his fill of that thing for the time being. No, he would take his chances in the darkness. He was familiar enough with his route that he would be able to make it home eventually after some fumbling. Eventually being the operative term. He had gotten so turned around in the darkness that he actually wound up walking in the opposite direction of his home. He only realized this when the sun came up and he could actually see again. He swore, loudly, and turned around. Now with his bearings, he could finally go home and get some rest. He took one step forward and promptly fell on his face.