[F5-PP] Nice (Blood in the Sand)

[Celeste 1]

Ushering through the sands with a few higher level players sitting there having a conversation and lollygagging around. Seemed they had their own thing they were doing, which was a strange change of pace. Most of the time it was basically nobody but her and a few NPC's that just bounced off of walls and seemed to repeatedly enter and exit doors. It was a way to enforce some semblance of reality, but Celeste was curious if they were actually doing anything or just walking inside and standing there for a couple of minutes before popping back out. To the quest board as she pondered this weird concept, scrolling through the list and picking the one she sought. It was doable and the girl loved the thought of getting even more powerful. A ring of the board as it shuts, filling a vague description on the right side of her screen right below the minimap. It was time to get started and go beat up a shark.

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

 

[Celeste 1]

With expedited retreat as soon as she had that gilded line that leads her to the quest, she was out that gate with a hasted walk. Like a soccer mom looking to get a fit rear end, she was blinding through the sands following the given breadcrumb trail. It soon widens to a huge glowing circle: An area. A rumble from below causes Celeste to fall on her ass as the very place she stood became almost a hole. She clambered to right herself as a pair of jagged teeth appear near the ring of the newly formed hole. It clenches shut and deals some considerable damage. Celeste barks and yelps, balling one hand into a fist and punching a now visible nose. It does not release her and she is ripped back and forth aggressively. "God damn piece of..." mumble mumble "What kinda steamy hot pile of horse-" mumble, spoken as she is buried and unearthed in different places being dragged beneath the sands.

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

ID# 182744 results: Battle: 1, Critical Miss vs. Sand Shark
MOB: 7-1=6, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 50-18=32 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:228/260 | EN:24/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sand Shark | HP:125/125 | DMG:50

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration CD [1/3]

A snap of that jaw shut causes even more damage to the girl, she was in quite the pickle being stuck in the mouth of a huge thing. As she fights back against the ever-tightening mouth of the shark Celeste rips free her trapped left arm against teeth. It leaves a raked set of lines on her peach skin as she peels up her right leg and begins to push it apart. "Fuck you!" The girl screams as she dumps the axes head into the belly of the creature. She then begins to peel her axe upward and carve away at its underside, drawing a red line down its base. The thing was durable and continues to thrash about and swallow her whole. Her billhook was on fire as red ichor began to pour down the lips of the creature, doing its best to slow the ever-crushing beartrap that held the crimson tide by the waist.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182745 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Sand Shark dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 9, Minor Critical vs. Celeste dealing 51-18=33 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:195/260 | EN:19/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sand Shark | HP:69 (NICE)/125 | DMG:50

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration CD [2/3]

Ripping clean that axe as the jagged teeth dig into her back, Although she had freed her movement, those serrated edges were still puncturing her spine and every move she made cut the gashes just that much wider. She didn't give a flying fuck. A spray of red as she reinforces the earlier wound with a pound of the wedged steel where she assumed was the same spot. "Zuggtmoy, choke this bastard!" Celeste barks out forcing the familiar to manifest in a spray. It begins to pour down the monster's gullet and expand. The monster heaves and begins to gag, its air being cut off by the gelatinous shape. It was beginning to inflate like a balloon from the inside. Its jaw loosens and the girl finally free unhooks herself from the daggers in her back, slinking and leaping off of its tongue. A vibrant and violent shake of the billhook in her grasp, she was about to exact pain

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182746 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Sand Shark dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 10, Major Critical vs. Celeste dealing 52-18=34 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:161/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sand Shark | HP:15/125 | DMG:50

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration Refreshed!

A dump of the weapon down with a carnivorous tear that connects slightly off-center in its jaw. The amberish maroon liquid of her familiar worming it's way out like nightcrawlers in the rain. It begins to bend and peel away at the wound as Celeste takes another swing. Like splitting wood she heaves over and over, each removal casting a blood like trail of red energy. The attacks were relentless, filled with fury and each seemed more gruesome than the last. High pitched whirs augment them and beat like a drum with each trigger. Eventually, the creature falls silent. But even still Celeste continues to pound away in a rage, after it disperses she continues to slam her axe at the ground where it fell until her energy was spent. Blood repaid in full. A heavy pant as she collapses from the fully emptied out stamina pool, as the puddle of red of her familiar left behind starts to ooze around her.

Smash [x2], -2 EN

ID# 182747 results: Battle: 6+3=9, Hit vs. Sand Shark dealing 9x2=18 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:161/260 | EN:13/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sand Shark | HP:15/125 | DMG:50

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

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

A few minutes later she eventually begins to move, dragging her grim weapon from the puddle that was Zuggtmoy as it poured off of the steel in a sticky red liquid. She tosses the head behind her own, resting it there as it ran along her right shoulder. A soft exhale as she looks at the creature and mutters. "Come on." limply to it. It swells and begins to bubble as it ushered toward her legs and starts to disappear into her clothes. A few steps toward the town of Fortaleza albeit slowly, the girl was still pretty tapped. She'd nailed down the quest but hell if it wasn't a bit of a whole ordeal to overtake it. That shark was a bit of a doosh, wasn't like the others where it was immediately clear where the hostile was. Nope, this one surprised attacked her and did some considerable damage.

ID# 182754 results: Loot: 4, Failure!

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

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

Even still she managed to take it down, alone. That was cause for pride, and it was odd that something so much stronger than what she had faced appeared on such a lower floor. She began to question just how much difficulty was not tied to what floor you were on. The basic crap seemed to grow little by little, but something like the sand shark seemed drastically stronger than what she faced on floor 16. Dragging her feet as her energy began to trickle back in, drawing grooves in the sand beneath them. A soft sigh as she raised her head and eyed the settlement from a distance it was still a ways off. It was obscured and distorted by the waves of heat that rolled across the rolling dunes, making the vision muggy. She perseveres and every few steps is a bit stronger than the last one gaining an actual movement than a drag.

ID# 182755 results: Loot: 3, Failure!

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

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

Celeste was sure as shit wasn't going to give up now after all she'd been through. The gate was moving to meet her, but she stumbles on something as she walks. "what?" The redhead instantly perks up with her axe held in defense, ready to squish some little bastard if she had to. Jutting from the tan grains was a single rod of silver. Leaning down and wrapping her fingers around it, it was hot to the touch. As expected of something left abandoned in a giant oven. Peeling it free revealed a spyglass with no lens, abandoned here out in the wastes by who knew what. Probably some player had since forgotten it out here and it decayed with time, but maybe it could be of some use for the metal. A flash deposits it away. Through the gate, the girl ushers, turning the quest into the board and hoping to the pad with a bit more fervor. "Back to it, I still got daylight to burn. Floor 12 Lazaro"

ID# 182756 results: Loot: 19, Success!
+1 T1 Material Obtained!

Celeste Moves to Floor 12

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

As soon as the gate would allow her to step off she does, looking around a murky-looking bog. The city was almost under a layer of water, various gondolas passing through troughs of water that divided it. Heading out the gate as quickly as she could, she looked for the first thing she could hit. A red named creature, with the body of a man but the head of a cobra. "You!" Celeste barked out at it causing it to turn to face her. Without warning, she blasts it in the neck with that huge letter opener of hers. It rebuttals sticking her with a long spear, but she was already in a frenzy. The damage had been dealt but she was paying so little attention to the slowly draining bar she simply rips clean the cleaver, drawing a trail as she does. It hums with more power, she grits her teeth and her eyes dance with a slight gloss.

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

ID# 182757 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical vs. Snek Dude dealing 11x6=66 DMG and applying [BLD:12/2]
Snek Dude sustains 12 via BLD
MOB: 9, Minor Critical vs. Celeste dealing 40-18=22 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:169/260 | EN:20/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:82/162 | DMG:39 [BLD:12/1]

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration CD [1/3]

With carnage at her back, she makes another swipe forcing the thing to peel up a wooden shield adorning the other arm. It blocks the blow but the shield explodes into splinters, it had done its job but would hardly be performing it again. The snake creature dumps thing, it was only a handle now as it hisses in her direction. It was starting to feel the pressure, and that cold and intense stare was starting to rattle its nerves. see what I did there? Dropping the head of her billhook into a puddle with a splash, she lets out a soft exhale to reassert her dominance. The light forces the water to boil and bubble, the power causing the water to stir. The girl was becoming lost in that fury and she was savoring every little moment of it. The snake was not in the slightest, and neither was the shield.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182758 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Snek Dude
Snek Dude Sustains 12 via BLD, BLD Fades
MOB: 4-1=3, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:169/260 | EN:19/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:70/162 | DMG:39

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration CD [2/3]

Rushing forward and dumping her right foot into the chest of the creature, it uses the tiny head on a long neck to bite at her left shoulder with a snap. Celeste continues through the motion, pushing the thing to the floor and standing atop it as she decks the head from beneath. Lifting the bar of her axe up and using it as a breaker she rams it up and twists her frame, her own wireframe trickling that red color. With a lift of the axe she drops it into the left ribcage and begins to dig away. A violent dilation in an orange iris, so small and so focused on the kill. Her safety came second, she wanted more as payment for what was taken. Twisting the implanted axe she rips it out with a snap of flesh. Placing a foot against the wound to push it down further, the next swing would be higher on its frame.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182759 results: Battle: 6+3=9, Hit vs. Snek Dude dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 8-1=7, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 39-18=21 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:148/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:16/162 | DMG:39

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration Refreshed!

A solid thunk of the axe drawing a maroon crescent as it falls. The snake becomes immediately limp beneath her, all of its resistance falls. The head held aloft on a serpentine neck flops into a puddle to a spray. Celeste had taken it down, releasing her weapon and wiping a bit of dribble at the left corner of her mouth. Blood paid. Celeste takes a step off of it before it disappears, slowly reclaimed by the system that produced it. She'd fought tooth and nail again and this was hardly over yet. Not by a long shot. The girl would continue to lay waste to everything she could get away with, that was her proof of power. The girl was above the common rabble, and she'd take what was rightfully hers by force. But she expected that annoying buzzer to start to ring, too much fighting for her paltry level yet. 

Smash [x2], -2 EN

ID# 182760 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical vs. Snek Dude dealing 10x2=20 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 182761 results: Craft: 11, Loot: 17

Players:
Celeste | HP:148/260 | EN:13/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:16/162 | DMG:39

Total Loot:
972*Col
4*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182761a

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

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

A soft exhale again as she dismisses the manifested axe, storing it away in some dimensional pocket until she would need it again. Like in 5 minutes after her cardinal mandated smoke break was over. Checking out the place as she follows one of the water highways that lead out the city, she starts to follow it to see where it would lead. Through a bunch of white bark birch trees, a few odd looking claws mark present on some of them. It appeared as though the bark had been sheered off by some massive creature, there were distinguishable four lines visible on some. Maybe this floor had some native bears or something like that, a slight move of her jaw as she inspected further with a slide of her fingers against it. It was dry so it must not have been recent. Whatever it was migrated obviously, as she took a glance around.

ID# 182762 results: Loot: 6, Failure!

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

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

The girl was looking to see if she could spot the culprit, the owner of this scarring on the wood. No dice, it seemed that whatever had made them was nowhere near here anymore. Perhaps the settled city had since driven it off, can't imagine a wild bear being good to have in your backyard. Ushering further beyond, using the walkway for guidance like the wall of a maze. Into the bog, it seemed there was a lingering mist, that became thicker the deeper she went. So thick that you could probably take a knife to it and cut it, it was like a blindfold to all senses but hearing. A whiff from the girl confirms the smell, like a handful of pennies in acid or water that had sat far too long in the sun. Maybe a mixture of both. The whole place looked to be designed to be the worst place to be in.

ID# 182763 results: Loot: 12, Failure!

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

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

That was of course unless you were a kind of cackling old geezer with a boil on your nose. That sort would have no issue living in a tree stump, surrounded by a bunch of rotting vegetation. A tiny locket beneath the water highway, she only catches but a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye by accident and pure coincidence. A lean down desperately trying to keep her hair from connecting with it. She pushes her hand through the surface, feeling a slight current in its cold interior as she fumbles around for the obscured object. With some luck, she happens upon the cable, the dangly bit that goes around the neck. Using it as leverage Celeste fishes it free, and through chilled fingers manages it open. A worn picture of a blonde woman in white and a dark-haired male whose face has since faded out. "Mine now." The girl quips shoving it into her pocket.

ID# 182764 results: Loot: 20, Success!
+1 T2 Material Obtained

Edited February 9, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

It was as if the red-headed girl had disturbed some sort of resting place, a relic that was not meant to be messed with. The very water to which the trinket was pulled from began to show back a reflection that was not hers, showing instead: the figure of the portrait contained inside. It swells and that image removes itself from the surface. Slightly translucent Celeste could see a bit of the backdrop through it, and on impulse, the girl peels out her weapon. One broad stroke she swats the thing, causing it to howl in agony. The last thing she was expecting was to be punching the ghost of a woman whose picture she'd found only by chance. But hell thems the breaks, and Celeste wasn't going to argue with the pennies she'd found and could rub together. Allowing the cleaver to pass through clean as her right hand slips from the handle in its wide spark.

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

ID# 182766 results: Battle: 7+3+1=11, Hit vs. Blonde Specter dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 2-1=1, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:178/260 | EN:20/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:108/162 | DMG:39

Edited February 14, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration CD [1/3]

The thing makes its first move, a flowing white dress flowed as if beneath the water it was trapped in. It flew through the air, drifting toward Celeste with outstretched hands as if an embrace. The girl had seen horror films and was going to keep this thing the hell away from her if she could help it. A slide of her feet as she lets the thing buzz past, moving to her immediate left. Grabbing tightly the axe again, it engulfs with power in a red lantern like glow. Drawing lines like tethers begin to emanate from the edge, trailing and shifting from its surface. The intention was to cut it down before it could do its spooky ghost thing, which was probably attempting to suck out her soul or some shit. Dumping a large portion of her pool into it, causes the weapon to stir and hum violently.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182767 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Blonde Specter
MOB: 5-1=4, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:178/260 | EN:19/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:108/162 | DMG:39

Edited February 14, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration CD [2/3]

Celeste switches her grip and rakes the weapon back in another burning trail, drawing through the air another blinding red glare. It connects and cuts clean through the specters form, causing its body to spray like mist before taking shape again. It appears as though nothing had been done at all, which despite her misunderstanding the girl assumed it would do nothing. The creature swells and reaches out finally laying hands on Celeste. In a brief instant Celeste feels a chill run down her spine, the woman's hands burned in numbing cold as they reached for her face. A skip of her HP down quite considerably in that small number of seconds before she tears away from its clutches. She builds some distance with a bite of her lip, a wince of her eye and a peel of her cleaver to neutral. It burns with her intent to kill, to put this damn thing down before it could fondle her again.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182970 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Blonde Specter dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 9, Minor Critical vs. Celeste dealing 40-18=22 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:157/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:54/162 | DMG:39

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Concentration Refreshed!

A blur of the weapon as Celeste rushes it down, the specter makes a move of its own gliding like a kite toward her. A moment and a flash, Celeste shifts out of the trajectory instead of delivering the blow, knowing full well that an attack before had not halted its advance. Sliding feet catch the surface of water and cause a spray of the stuff in a splash, barely keeping her footing as the turf smears in a muddy muck. The ghost stops dead, its arms falling to its sides as its head turns and snaps in a sickly fashion. Celeste's eyes narrow, weighing her options before she'd make her next move. She had enough common sense to not just rampage blindly into this damn thing, basically fighting a cloud wasn't as easy as it was cracked up to be. The axe begins to vibrate again, whining with power as she let it burn.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182972 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Blonde Specter
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:157/260 | EN:13/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:54/162 | DMG:39

Edited February 15, 2021 by Celeste

[Celeste 1]

Another Detonation in violence as that flame is released in a cataclysmic blow that forces the specter to completely vanish, creating a splash of water as it connects like a grenade. The hallow sound as it shrieks. Celeste taps her weapon and stows it, it served its purpose and helped her see this thing through. But she was absolutely beat, making motions toward floor 12's settlement and seeking out the gate. She needed to retire, in preparation for the following day. Celeste could feel herself getting stronger with each quest she did, just a bit more under her belt to help her reach that glorious end goal. A decree from her lips sees the gate trigger. Back to that dirty tavern where she was currently bedding. Soon she would have her own place, that didn't smell like body odor and disappointment. A dim amber sun greets her as she arrives, and clattering of her heel upon the white stone brick and past the fountain in the nexus.

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

ID# 182973 results: Battle: 2+3+1=6, Hit vs. Blonde Specter dealing 9x6=54 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 182974 results: Craft: 1, Loot: 1

Players:
Celeste | HP:157/260 | EN:8/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:54/162 | DMG:39

Quest Complete:
5*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 3 Quest Reward)
1858*Col (400 Thread Closure, 1458 Dropped)
1*Sand Armor Potion
9*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182761a

Edited April 1, 2021 by Celeste