[PP/F3] Never Make A Deal With A Fae <<Rumor Alert>>

[Hirru 0]

As Astreya was letting Randal out of his cage, the Jade Hunter was still yelling to gain as much attention as he could.  He didn't have the tank skill <<Howl>>, but this would be enough for now to gain the attention of those around him.  That and his sweeping AOE attack that caused quite a bit of noise, too.  There were only three of the bloody Fae left to deal with, in the area.  There could be more as they go along, but that was for later.  This was now!   Taking his time, he would watch as the one that was torturing the paraded faune to places unknown would come towards him.  Another was coming around one of the cages that Hirru had not destroyed yet.  He could only assume that the third one was around where Randal and Astreya were.

"Well, what are you waiting for!  Come get me!"

He shouted before running over to where the other two were.  Rounding the corner, he could see the both of them were safe, for now.  As long as he could take care of these last few fae, they would be able to start looking into getting out of this dark depressing place.  Soon, he could see the pink crystal that wanted to hide in the shadows, and attacked.  His sword started to glow white before he started to spin like a top.  A very sharp and dangerous top.

Hirru slammed his blade into the stalagmites that made up a wall, which bounced him back and killed the two that were following him.  However, this gave the last Fae time to escape towards one of the jail cells that housed creatures within.

"Now you'll never get out of here alive!"

It said while cackling wildly while reaching out to unlock one of the cages that housed the 10's of unholy creatures within.

"Someone stop him!"

Cyclone (5+4=-9 EN) 23*7= 161 Dmg
[195233] [BD: 4+1+1(Concentration)=6] Hit 161 Dmg to Fae 3
[195234] [BD: 7+1=8] Hit 161 Dmg to Fae 4
[195235] [BD: 2+1=3] Miss
+4 passive en regen

Hirru | HP 720/720 | EN 85/110 | DMG 23 | 1 ACC (dim light) | 1 EVA
Fae 3 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45
Fae 4 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45
Fae 5 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45

Edited June 8, 2021 by Hirru

[Astreya 0]

Randal had been freed, thankfully.  She hadn't actually been fully confident that her attack would have torn through the door but thankfully it had been enough to break through and let him out.  It wasn't clean or as neat as what Hirru had done, but hey- she was several levels below him, and so she just did what she could.  It seemed that he had managed to get out unscathed and made a beeline for his gear.  That was probably smart- but Astreya hadn't yet had a chance to go over and grab her own stuff yet.  But before she really had a chance to go over and grab it, she heard Hirru shout, and she glanced over her shoulder toward him.

The man had started his sword art, and had managed to start attacking the Fae that remained, stopping them from either escaping or alerting the other guards or anything else (not that they hadn't already made a lot of noise at this point anyway...but that was besides the point).  However, as he tried to use his spin-to-win strategy to slice through them, he managed to only cut through a pair of the Fae, leaving a single one behind, who seemed to be running over toward where the other cages were... and judging by what he said, it was a dangerous set of things that were kept away!

Even before Hirru shouted, Astreya was moving, the woman clad without her heavy armor able to move a great deal more quickly as she sprinted forward, holding the second-hand blade at the ready as she moved to intercept!  Of course, the weight of the sword wasn't something that she was used to... and the lack of weight from her armor was even less, and as she tried to aim her attack, instead she managed to overswing, not only missing the Fae entirely, but the force behind the swing, without her heavy armor to keep her sturdy, actually caused her to trip and fall onto her own weapon!  

She crashed to the ground with a slight groan, her HP bar missing a small chunk, but not nearly so much as her pride bar, a red hot flush on her features.

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Post Action: Used Sword Art- Fight Blade vs Fleeing Fae 5
ID: 195472
BD: 2+2 = 4 (Miss!)
MD: 10 (Crit!  45 Damage Taken!)

Astreya | HP: 365/410 | EN: 48/56 | DMG: 6 | MIT: 0 | BH: 8 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 0 | TAUNT: 1
Astral Hell CD: 1/2
Fight Blade CD: 0/2

Edited June 22, 2021 by Astreya

[Randal 0]

Spoiler

Post Action: Equipped Cloth Armour

Updated Stats as of being freed || Equipping Cloth Trousers | T3E3 EVA 3

Lvl 26 Randal Info
HP 520/520 | Energy 70/70 | Damage 18 (+2 SA) | MIT 20 | ACC 3 | EVA 4 | LD 3 |

“Thank you!” Randal shouted at Astreya as she swung and missed the attacking guards and falling to the ground. Randal continued to equip himself with his missing equipment and while doing so grabbed a torch from the wall and drew the mere ire of some surrounding guards while running around the cavern’s columns that towered up towards the ceiling.

The fae were not stupid creatures and the simple waving of fire barely got their interest as they focused on the true threats in the room Hirru and Astreya.

“Insert colourful language here.”

To get their attention, Randal resorted to using the most colourful of languages that he could muster in the moment and tried his best to taunt them without using the actual skill taunt. This caused the Fae who were not currently in combat with either Hirru or Astreya to turn and move towards him. This made sense because according to the game system, without actual skill, monsters that were already engaged in combat with a player will not be able to retreat unless it was already coded to do so.

At the very least, this move could provide them a certain amount of breathing space as there was more free space that they would be able to manoeuvre around.

Soon, Randal would be able to join them in combat, if there was anyone left to fight by the time that Hirru was done with them.

[Hirru 0]

When Astreya missed, that signaled the end of their battle as the Fae and dodged her attack and had enough time to unlock one of the cells with the Tainted Ones.  He snickered before that started to grow into a maniacal laughter, as the cage door was pushed open in front of him, and the shambling mass came fumbling out.  Creatures that slightly share their Faune traits, but they are twisted and shriveled.  Their bodies seeming to be amalgamations of multiple faune combine in unnatural ways.  They seemed to crawl out of the cage quite slowly, but soon began to get very fast.  Several of them had locked on to the Fae that unlocked them, and had pounced upon him.  He shrieked in surprise and fear.

"No!  Not me!  Not here!  NnnOoOoooOOoo!"

He would shout as he was torn apart, limb by limb.  The Tainted Ones ripping away before the Fae shattered into crystalline death shards.  They seemed to bite out at the shards, as if seeking every single morsel left.  As for the rest, they seemed to take notice of Randal and his expletives.  Hirru had to think fast.  He couldn't handle all of them attack him without his armor.  Spying that Randal had put his armor on, the hunter did the same.  Running over to his armor, he would grab it while selecting to equip it immediately.  As soon as he did, he ran straight into the horde.  If he could get some of them to attack him, he would be able to save the two of them.  Instead, it seemed to split the entire swarm in three.  Four had latched onto Hirru; four were attacking Randal; and the last two had finished snacking upon the fae to leer at Astreya.

"If you have any armor, I would suggest equipping it now!"

He shouted as one tried to take a bite out of him.

"You'll need it!"

Spoiler

 

Action: Equipped Bulwark -> +72 Mit (Heavy Armor skill active = +35 mit)

Mob Attacks:

• ID: 196421 MD: 3-1=2 Miss
• ID: 196422 MD: 9 Crit 45 -107= 1 (Minimum requirement)
• ID: 196423 MD: 4-1=3 Miss
• ID: 196424 MD: 5-1=4 Miss

Hirru | HP 719/720 | EN 89/110 (+4 en) | DMG 23 | MIT 107 | 1 ACC (dim light) | 1 EVA

Twisted One 1 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Hirru's turn)
Twisted One 2 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Hirru's turn)
Twisted One 3 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Hirru's turn)
Twisted One 4 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Hirru's turn)

Randal | HP 520/520 | Energy 70/70 | Damage 18 (+2 SA) | MIT 20 | ACC 3 | EVA 4 | LD 3 |

Twisted One 5 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 6 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 7 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 8 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)

Astreya | HP: 365/410 | EN: 48/56 | DMG: 6 | MIT: 0 | BH: 8 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 0 | TAUNT: 1

Twisted One 9 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Astreya's posts)
Twisted One 10 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Astreya's posts)

 

 

Edited June 26, 2021 by Hirru

[Astreya 0]

She could feel the full frustration of her missed attack rising up within her.  She didn't mean to have missed it- but there was nothing that could have been done about it now.  She would just have to roll with the punches.  And by punches, she meant the eventuality of the monsters that were starting to come out of the cages that were opened.  She swallowed softly, not really liking the looks of them as she shifted, beginning to make her way over to where their gear was.

The young woman paused at the sound of the Fae being attacked by the very things that he had let free, and she couldn't help but to look on, horrified for the moment as she realized what was happening.  But she didn't have time to gawk- even if that fear pounded in her veins.  This was a dangerous, terrifying time for her- She hadn't ever expected to be down here and nearly at her wit's end when all of this was going on!

Grabbing ahold of her Battle Dress, she equipped it once more, feeling the familiar weight of the heavy armor settling onto her shoulders as she looked up in time to see two of the beasts rushing her from where she stood.  The first one's attack went wide, but it attacked with such ferocity that she actually had to turn her entire body to move with it... which set her up for the other, which attacked with a wicked blow- or it would have been, had it not been for the armor she wore.  

The dull 'clang' of it against her back caused her to take a half-step forward but she frowned, readying her not-quite-trusty weapon.  "C'mon you ugly jerks," she called out, not realizing in the heat of the moment that she hadn't actually used her Taunt.

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Post Action: Equip Battle Dress! 12 MIT gained!  18 Thorns gained! Heavy Armor Grand-Mastery Active!  +35 MIT!  Impetus and Iron Skin Active!  +1 DMG, +15 MIT, +30 MaxHP (which put it back up to 410 oops)

Mob Attacks-

Twisted One 9 | #197933 | MD: 4 (Miss!)
Twisted One 10 | #197934 | MD 9 (Minor Critical!) | 45 - 62 = 1(Min Damage) Taken!

Astreya | HP: 372/410 | EN: 50/56 | DMG: 7 | MIT: 62 | BH: 8 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | TAUNT: 1

Twisted One 9 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Astreya's posts)
Twisted One 10 | HP 150/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Astreya's posts)

Edited August 18, 2021 by Astreya

[Randal 0]

Spoiler

Randal Attacks 6 mobs using:

• [x11] AOE-I (11 + 2 * targets EN) | AOE | A sword art that strikes multiple targets at once.
• Total En Used: 11 + [ 2 * 6 ] = 23 EN

Randal Attacks:

• ID: 197961 BD: 10 [Major Critical for 22*11 = 242 DMG]
• ID: 197962 BD: 9 [Minor Critical for 21*11 = 231 DMG]
• ID: 197963 BD: 5 + 3 [Hit for 20*11= 220 DMG]
• ID: 197964 BD: 6 [Hit for 20*11 = 220 DMG]
• ID: 197965 BD: 5 + 3 [Hit for 20*11= 220 DMG]
• ID: 197966 BD: 9 [Minor Critical for 21*11 = 231 DMG]

Lvl 26 Randal Info
HP 520/520 | Energy 47/70 | Damage 18 (+2 SA) | MIT 20 | ACC 3 | EVA 4 | LD 3 |

Twisted One 5 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 6 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 7 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 8 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Randal's posts)
Twisted One 9 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Astreya's posts)
Twisted One 10 | HP 0/150 | DMG 45 (Attacks on Astreya's posts)

Ironically, the chaos of the battle provided a moment of respite as Randal equipped his armour. His saviour, Astreya, had missed her attack on the Fae and a horrific scene played out in front of all within the room.

The monsters that stood before them were mixed abominations, the places, and scars where dark magic had marred the line between the Faune and demon. Their fur that usually gleaned under the light appeared to wisp and curl as though alive. Their eyes were blackened, their grunts barely sufficing for words.

Randal gripped Neptune’s Tidings and ducked under the first of the four Faune that were surrounding him. He was now in between Astreya’s group and his own group of monsters. Randal swung his claw at the neck of one of the twisted one’s in front of him and dodged under another’s punch before spinning to the left and slashing at the chests of two others as the first one falls to the floor clutching his neck as blood spurts out.

Filled with a scary lack of empathy towards his dying compatriots, the last twisted one tried bite Randal neck but found three sharp claws instead. Impaling himself on the claw, Randal used all of his strength to shoulder toss the twisted one towards Astreya’s group of monsters.

Running after the flying body, Randal followed and dropped kick the body which hit and toppled the two twisted ones in front of her. They did not get up.

Randal gave Astreya a pleased nod and asked Hirru, “Do you got this?” @Hirru

Edited August 21, 2021 by Randal

[Hirru 0]

{OOC: Since this has gone into obscurity, and the little plot went a little overboard; I'm just gonna turn the combat off and go into RP combat for the rest.  Honestly, should have done that in the beginning, but 3.0 was just starting and I wanted to try some things out.}

Randall had the right idea, as these things weren't really that tough.  In fact, they weren't even hurting him at all.  So why should he take them seriously at all.  The critters were gnawing away at his armor, but there was little to no damage to him.  He didn't have battle healing, so the damage was still sticking though.  If he didn't do something, the chip damage may build up into more than just chips.

"*sigh* Yeah, I've got this."

Although the arms were wrapped around him, and the teeth that seemed to be elongated were settled into him, he was able to push himself up.  The claws scratched and stretched out as he stood up before Hirru's blade pierced through one and then another.  Each was just a single sword art, the simples that a two handed straight sword user could use, <<Scooped>>, a three hit combo that cuts a V through the legs before a final uppercut slashes through the middle.  It's not that powerful, but it's enough to kill these things, and it could be repeated constantly without a cooldown.  One by one, each of the remaining Twisted Ones would fall before they were finally out of mild danger.

"Alright, I think that wraps things up.  Let's find any more players that have been trapped and get out of here."

[Astreya 0]

Astreya gave a small breath as she got everything situated, even going so far as to strike at one of the other creatures that were encroaching in on her.  There weren't many of them that were left, and while she didn't have the same raw level of power that her two allies did, she could at least still do some damage, or so she expected.  The young woman wasn't exactly used to fighting enemies like this yet- usually she took one or two on at a time to keep safely away from any real threat coming toward her.

Of course, the green-haired guy to her right seemed like he'd finally had enough, and then simply began to mow through them like a lawnmower chowing down on an overgrown lawn.  She watched, somewhat in awe, somewhat in jealousy, as he took them all down, leaving nothing remaining but a spray of data that steadily began to spiral upwards and vanish in the air.  "That was like, so totally cool!" she cheered, clapping her hands after putting away her blade.

At his words though, she nodded, clenching her mailed fists tightly in her own excitement.  "Yeah!  Let's go!  If I find anything scary I'll just bring it back to you," she called as the three of them began to split up, each beginning to search down the pathways for any other Players who had been caught by these creatures.

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The remaining Twisted Ones were relatively few in number, leaving them without (thankfully) needing to dispatch many more before Astreya came back toward the main room with a pair of low-level characters that had just tried to start leveling themselves.  Not that she was a lot higher than them, but she still must've looked like a knight in shining armor.  "Okay!  Ready!" she called to the other two as they all arrived back in the main room.