[F3-PP] Unneeded Inventory Clutter GO (Search for the Hoya)

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 1

Having finally deduced what it exactly was that the girl needed to complete, one of the few left that had yet to have a pen drawn through on this little listing of hers. "Great a laybrinth, should be amazingly easy to get lost." Celeste remarks shifting through the mists and plain as day spots a huge ass structure in the distance. Turns out that spotting a giant stone maze wasn't all that difficult. Her eyes fixated on it as she started to move toward its entry. She goads as she taps on the wall upon the entryway. "Yo you in there, don't suppose you could just come out here and make this easier on both of us. Who knows maybe you'll stand a chance?" A thunderous crash as a form of response to the girl, her gambit had worked and she'd not need to even step foot in the maze. It's guardian was willing to oblige her request to die.

Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:26/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Spoiler

Celeste - The Crimson Tide
Level: 13
HP: 260/260
EN: 26/26

Stats:
Damage: 9
Mitigation: 18
Evasion: 1
Accuracy: 3
BLD:12

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Adrenaline Billhook [T1/2HBA/Perfect] - Damage 2, Bleed 1
Armor: Red Woven Wave - Stampede [T1/Light Armor/Perfect]: Mitigation 2, Evasion 1
Misc: Platinum Buckle [T1/Trinket/Perfect]: Accuracy 3

Skills:
Two Handed Battle Axe [Rank 3]

Extra Skills:
Familiar Fighter (R1)
Concentration
Meditation (Untrained)

Battle Ready Inventory:
Raspberry Smoothie [T1/Dessert/Perfect] - Loot Dice 3 *1
Immolation [T1/Unique] - Thorns 10*1

 

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 2

It stomps out the gate in an instant, drawing up a rather massive looking greatsword and shield. "Hmm, smaller than I imagined." Celeste offers it a grin before extending her right arm out to her side. A twist of her hand downward produces her own weapon, as the minos lets out a booming roar that riddles the place. "You done?" Celeste asks it as it rears back to take its first swing. A release, Celeste pivots and glides the blade. It clips but a single strand of her hair as the high pitch whir of her axe catches a rather massive shoulder. A rip down to her level. "Not quite big boy, but fair shot." She rips it clean and reinforces the earlier blow cleaving clean and making his head roll. A pop of data and a loose shake of her head. "That was a bit pathetic, about as lethal as a wet napkin in the rain."

Torque Wave [x5], -5 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182392 results: Battle: 3+3+1=7, Hit vs. Hoya Minotaur dealing 9x5=45 DMG (Splat)

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:21/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Hoya Minotaur | HP:45/45 | DMG:30

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Moved to Floor 15
Post Counter: 3

Concentration CD [1/3]

"Hmm.." the red head expresses as she beats a path clean right back toward the settlement, there was nothing more for her here. Everything was way too damn weak to drop anything, they didn't even attempt to attack her on sight anymore. All a faint grey. A hop onto the gate "Let's try this shit on for size, Kachirho Floor 15" and a sudden whisk of her frame as it ceases to exist on floor 3.

Still eying that odd pendant as she rolls it in her left hand. A big ol' forest, more forests, everything was forests. "Whatever." Celeste allows the words to escape her mouth as she broke through the trees, leaving a few NPC that was desperate to stop her behind. A buzzing noise causes her attention to divert up to see what wanted to eat her face. "You wanna start something?" Celeste asks it as it moves in closer. "Cool, let's go then." A rip of her arms produces a weapon from the ether.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182393 results: Battle: 5+3=8, Hit vs. Big Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG
Mob: 5-1=4, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:16/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Big Forest Bug | HP:108/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 4

Concentration CD [2/3]

In mere seconds Celeste blindsides it to a red spray, dragging through that massive axe of hers. It passes through relatively unimpeded entirely by her opponent. A sickly looking mantis that appears as though it just had a fat meal of a suitor, and by destroying it she'd be avenging that poor sap that lost his head. It recoils and draws two sickle like hands in defense, forming a cross in front of its midsection before one is cut off. It flounders beneath the owner before detonating in data, a little glimmer of blue being the only remaining tell. The thing buzzes and cocks an oval-shaped head. A pair of pincers beneath its huge eyes begin to chitter and click together in disagreement. Seems it didn't like losing an arm, who would have imagined that. Celeste didn't care and why should she, in her mind it be dead long before it mattered.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182394 results: Battle: 4+3=7, Hit vs. Big Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 4-1=4, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:11/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Big Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 5

Concentration Refreshed!

A ripened resolve to take that little head off its shoulders, her hew showered in rose as the writer broke out the thesaurus. There were only so many different descriptors for a cleaver turning red wasn't there. Besides that, Celeste was hell-bent and so was her weapon, a sudden jump, and connection with the only good arm. The mantis tries to stop her but simply doesn't. The creature's hardened shell and manifested saber like claws couldn't withstand the attack that she dropped into it with every fiber. It expires and explodes, extrudes, and excretes. Exits and ceases to exist. excelsior. Celeste rips that hatchet over her dominant shoulder, eyeing the place where it had fallen without much of a fight. A swipe of her hair, adding a welcoming breeze beneath its confines as the humidity was causing her to become sticky. It helped cure some of that wetness behind her weave, and kept the shit out of her face.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182395 results: Battle: 5+3=8, Hit vs. Big Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 182396 results: Craft: 3, Loot: 15

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:6/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Big Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Total Loot:
486*Col
4*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182396a

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 6

OOC: EN Regen [1/3]

Pressing through the canopy to take in the sights, simply wanting to see what the place was about. The girl was a bit wanderlust in these tiny moments where she knew, she fuckin' knew. That if she were to lift her axe again a tiny little screeching hummingbird would attempt to consume her eardrum. Celeste was getting in the habit of attempting to pause after every kill, moving quickly before any other thing would come and taunt her with its presence. It's not like she could attack another one right after the other, nope she was constantly running on empty every time she picked up that axe. It was like a negative ghost rider button, one press, and now you are a vegetable. She hated vegetables, more of a meat kind of gal. Oh right, scenery or whatever. There's a lot of trees, and gnats. Rainforests have gnats, bogs have gnats and swamps ghave nats. 

ID# 182397 results: Loot: 5, Failure!

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 7

OOC: EN Regen [2/3]

Did I mention gnats, those tiny little bugs that form a cloud of annoying. That was Celeste's stamina bar, she hated gathering and the game kept forcing her to do it to make good use of her time. One day she'd be Macradon with unlimited energy, but right now she was level 13 and could barely fight her way out of a paper bag. She eyes the sky and what does she, more trees that blocked out the sun. "Quite the variety here huh, I mean my choices are trees or trees." She shakes her head, just shuffling through some of the shrubbery that hoped to slow her advance. It takes her a bit to push through the dense crap, forming a natural net. A slight clearing of moss attached to large roots that held high above the soil in large coils, exposed and finding the air to help grow given their proximity to others. Gnats.

ID# 182398 results: Loot: 8, Failure!

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 8

OOC: EN Regen Triggered: Full EN recovered!

Celeste ushers forward running her left hand down the length of one of the tree roots. They were easily a foot in diameter, rough to the touch. As her hand finds the first clump of moss, she pulls it free with her fingers. A bit wet, but that was expected of it. A glance in the direction it was facing. "So North." vaguely recalling textbooks describing the whole north moss thing. Celeste snaps back to reality after zoning out for a minute, her stare running for miles away. That little hummingbird was quenched finally, and she could get back to the bread and butter. No more aimless wandering for now, until she swung her axe like three times and took a literal crap of everything she had on tap in an instant. Extending her arms and peeling from the ether her axe, a sharp exhale as she fought back against the thick moisture that hung on the air.

ID# 182399 results: Loot: 13, Failure (Good isn't she?)

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 9

She begins shuffling back toward the floors primary settlement, filled with a bunch of butt flap wearing yahoos. Celeste is caught to the sound of a familiar buzzing noise, swelling with excitement as she seeks it out. Another like the first, just a bit more fat. This one must have made a meal of a much bigger male, guess they came in all shapes and sizes. This one was plump like a squash. Before it could even realize the girl was there, she was on that shit. A drop of her axe like a gavel she cuts deep causing a gash in red to appear on that ripe keester. It quickly spins around and expresses outrage as it sizes up the red headed girl. "What?" Celeste asks loosely unflinching in the fact that it was displeased with her attack. It lifts those huge green scissors and plunges one in her direction.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182400 results: Battle: 8+3=11, Hit vs. Bigger Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG!
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:20/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Bigger Forest Bug | HP:108/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 10

The girl raises her left leg and the fatty's attack whiffs, finding only soil. As it retracts and casts a trail of deep brown dirt in a spray, Celeste takes advantage of this sudden hole in its defense. An underhanded swivel and cleave with a rotation of her shoulder, she draws against the throat of the creature. She was always aiming for the throat that Celeste, aspiring to be a headsman with every stroke. The beast recoils in refusal, keeping its head attached but for one more moment. Celeste could feel its strength waning, its cry was wet and gurgly and the voice it held seemed weaker. An aim to end it as she forced more of what little she had to cover the steel in her clutches. The tube of green toothpaste, rees and bangs together its scythe like arms. A clash of scissors vs. wood cutting tool, who would win?

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182401 results: Battle: 2+3+1=6, Hit vs. Bigger Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG!
MOB: 5-1=4, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:15/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Bigger Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 11

Concentration CD [1/3]

Apparently, scissors would, as Celeste makes her move toward the creature with another horizontal swipe it manages to block them and retaliate with surprising speed. Raking across the girl's torso in a very vibrant and noticeable x shaped gash. The mechanical beeping of her HP bar reducing before stopping, threatening to send her to the shadow realm if it reached zero. She wouldn't lose this children's card game, for she had a secret weapon in her pocket Cheating, Celeste coughs sharply. Friendship. The red head girl had a whole suit of jello at her disposal and the writer was going insane. That hew of destruction swells with her intention, she'd have the thing's head on this next one. A burning desire to ascend in this place, and more than enough determination to see it through she was a regular anime protagonist so of course, her next attack wouldn't miss because plot armor.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182402 results: Battle: 1, Critical Miss vs. Bigger Forest Bug!
MOB: 7-1=6, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 42-18=24 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:236/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Bigger Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 12

Concentration CD [2/3]

That one last retaliation by the crimson tide finds all the purchase she needed, cutting the huge thing in twain with ease. It scatters in two halves before beginning to fade on an ill existent wind. A soft exhale as she looks down at her torso and offers a rebuttal "Hmm, should have aimed higher. Might have been a bit more effective." A pull of the axe that was in a nice size slot beneath what used to be alive, leaving a nice size groove where it was implanted. Celeste sighs knowing full well what this meant. That it was time to play harvest moon, and go pet animals for about 10 minutes while she waited for that energy to come back. She could hardly just cram a bunch of star-shaped berries into her piehole until this was no longer an issue. That'd be too easy, and the game didn't have such a thing. Nope, she'd got to go fondle some bushes or trees to get back the fuel in the gas tank.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182403 results: Battle: 8+3=11, Hit vs. Bigger Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG!

Loot Roll:
ID# 182404 results: Craft: 6, Loot: 16

Players:
Celeste | HP:236/260 | EN:9/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Bigger Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Total Loot:
1620*Col
4*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182396a
T2 Rare Consumable #182404a
T2 Rare Armor/Shield #182404b

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 13

OOC: EN Regen [1/3], +10 HP, Concentration Refreshed!

Beating the buzzer before it could go off, Celeste simply walks away from where these things seem to dwell. Figuring she could go eyeball the trees and see about anything she could take. Her handprint was still placed where she'd peeled away some of that junk stuck to the side of the large root, she started to dive deeper slinking beneath some that were so high that she could walk beneath them. The roots created a large archway with their curvature, as the girl pushed through the greenery that had claimed the sunless place beneath it. It appeared that the shade cast by the umbrella of wood had done wonders to create some obtuse looking flora beneath its extremities. Some oddly colored and vibrant looking mushrooms. Some in purple and some in pink, others with a dull seafoam. The notable feature is that they glowed softly as a candle would.

ID# 182405 results: Loot: 12, Failure

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 14

OOC: EN Regen [2/3], +10 HP

"I suppose?" Celeste spoke out loud, unsure what such an object could be used for. She'd kneel low, latching her right hand around a bit of dangling hair that slid past her hear. She uses that hand to round it around her head and keep it from rubbing on the ground. Celeste already had enough filth to wash off thanks. Once done she takes that same hand to the base of the first, before pausing. Which one should she take, what if she only got one? An aura of debate as she shifts over the top of them all. Finally making a decision the girl takes the purple one with a snap of the stock. It vanishes away into her inventory in an instant. That was one, the curiosity would be if she could claim any more. Moving back in with a hovering hand over the red one, sure that it had to be poisonous or something with that patterning.

ID# 182406 results: Loot: 19, Success (Wait Wut)
+1 T2 Materials Obtained

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 15

OOC: EN Regen Triggered: Full EN Restore!, +10 HP

As she hovers over her next target, there's an almost silent outcry. The mushrooms spring up as if alive, producing tiny feet and rushing off to elude her grasp. Why else would she miss mushrooms so clearly directly beneath her. They were tiny smurf like pixie people, and she was the Gargamel that had stumbled upon their village that was supposed to be a secret. "Wait come back." Celeste barked trying to keep eye on the bastards, but by the time she was amble enough to move they had more than readily found a place to hide with their hiding rank of seven. There wasn't a chance in hell of her finding them now, a soft exhale as she turns her back to them. The mushrooms however would be avenged, she had done them a wrong and they had the tools to deal with the wumbo that had invaded their home and slaughtered their people.

ID# 182407 results: Loot: 14, Failure (Thought So)

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 16

Rounding the corner was adequate and slightly larger than the first two bugs. This one must have eaten at least two males, quite the over achiever it seemed. Perhaps she simply grabbed them while they were contesting who would get to get eaten. Mantis were weird creatures. Celeste didn't care, she just wanted to watch the money fly out once she swatted this giant insect with her metallic fly swatter. A sudden tear after the weapon appears digs deep, reaching somewhere halfway in her wing case, mangling up the flappy bits inside pretty well. As the crimson tide rips her axe out, a tiny bit of wing pieces flounder through the air like leaves. The beast shifts trying to deduce what had just actually spanked its ass. With a metal paddle. It draws a huge pair of swords up as a show of go the hell away trying its best to defend its territory and it's now raw backside.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182408 results: Battle: 6+3+1=10, Hit vs. Biggest Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG!
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:20/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Biggest Forest Bug | HP:108/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 17

Concentration CD [1/3]

The player however wasn't having any of that jazz, this thing was a walking pinata. Celeste thought that maybe because she was so fat she might have just that much more pop out once she popped the balloon that was her stomach. Another swing toward the creature is met with a clever extension of the blades that composed its arms. A shower of lights and screeching as it halts the inbound axe, protecting its torso from the red head who was aimed at it. A shift of its body forces the girl to begin to hop off kilter. Her center of gravity was off, and the large insect had made due on the fact that she can handle the weight of the axe unlike those before it. A draw of those sickles up, reclaiming a stagnant composure as its mandibles clicked at the front of its basketball sized head with curiosity.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182409 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Biggest Forest Bug
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:260/260 | EN:19/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Biggest Forest Bug | HP:108/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 18

Concentration CD [2/3]

The crimson tide, a self proclaimed title that she was yet to earn was not about to take this crap from a big bug. Rushing in again with more force, a quick shift of the axe as it flies. The insect attempts to parry and moves its arms in the wrong position. The axe connects and in reflex, the creature rips up those talons. It rips a nice size gash out of Celeste's exposed arm, making a red line on the outside just above her elbow on her right. Her cleaver hangs limp for a moment, as she struggles to maintain a grip after the sudden cut to the tool she was using to wield it. "That it you ass? Just trying to make me drop this thing? That it?" Celeste is fueled with ire as she begins to shout at a thing that could hardly respond back to her or even cared.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182410 results: Battle: 7+3=10, Hit vs. Biggest Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG!
MOB: 10, Major Critical vs. Celeste dealing 44-18=26 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:234/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Biggest Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 19

Concentration Refreshed

Tightening her grip around the steel, she fights to try to get a solid grip. Something that thing had just done caused her arm to feel a bit numb. Using only her left she shifts and blocks an inbound attack. Zuggtmoy responds and starts to cover the now limp noodle strapped to her right shoulder. It forms around her arm and as it does that burning heat on her skin begins to punch through the numbness. It was hard to deny that boiling blood feeling that was brought about by something so hot strapped to her skin, even through the armored pieces she'd allowed it to cling to. The familiar was protecting its host, listening to its master and working with the girl to make it through a potentially lethal encounter. As any good servant would with a silver platter in hand, it would serve its queen for she nu dae wae.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182411 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Biggest Forest Bug
MOB: 3-1=2, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:234/260 | EN:13/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Biggest Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Post Counter: 20

That sudden swell of strength in her lingered arm, applying a grip back to her steel. Celeste twists and backhands the giant insect with a spiraling arc of crimson. The thing shatters and turns to dust in an instant. Having had had her fill, Celeste ushers out of the jungle and back toward the settlement. She had what she was after, enough blood money to make ends meet for at least one more night. Everything else was gravy, being set aside to buy something more final. With a grin plastered on her face, a success of a full day well spent in the coming night she'd sleep soundly. Through the prying eyes of a bunch of butt flap wearing NPC's, she quickly leaves them behind. The destination? Floor 1, in that ratty old, burned-out building she was calling home. The gate triggers, bending the fabric of space around her in an instant and removing her from a humid and bug-ridden place. For now.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182412 results: Battle: 8+3+1=12, Hit vs. Biggest Forest Bug dealing 9x6=54 DMG!

Loot Roll:
ID# 182413 results: Craft: 1, Loot: 20

Players:
Celeste | HP:234/260 | EN:8/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Biggest Forest Bug | HP:54/162 | DMG:42

Quest Complete:
Hoya of the Minotaur [T1/Vanity/Trinket]
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
2830*Col (400 Thread Closure, 2430 Dropped)
7*T2 Materials (1 Gathered, 6 Dropped)
T2 Rare Trinket #182396a
T2 Rare Consumable #182404a
T2 Rare Armor/Shield #182404b
T2 Perfect Consumable #182413a
T2 Rare Trinket #182413b