[SP-F22] Is it time to leave the axe on the wall?

[Zandra 0]

Zandra opens her eyes as they got met by a strong light. She covers them with her arm to not be blinded as she sits up in her two-person bed. At first, she dont remember where she is. She dont have any memory of her bed beeing this big and soft back in her small apartment where she had spent so many years. She looks down on the big, soft, cool, red quilt. Then when she takes another look to her left side, where the big two-person bed does not have any fellow mate, it strikes her.

She is stuck in a game!

She quickly stands up from her bed, her eyes scanning the room she have actually called her bedroom for several years by now. Feeling her the sweat starting to roll down her skin as the panic slowly starting to conquer her mind. Once again she looks at the sunbeam that had been the one guilty of waking her from her sleep.

Stats:

Spoiler

Name: Zandra
Level: 33
Paragon level: 71
HP: 940 (660(Level)+280(Paragon level))
Energy: 132 (84(Level)+28(Paragon level)+20(Energist))
Damage: 1 (1(base))
Mitigation: 0

Skills:

Axe 5
-Precision
-Ferocity
-[SHIFT] AoE
Heavy armor 5
-Iron skin
-Impetus
Combat mastery: Damage 2
Energist
Extended mod limit
Healing familiar (+40HP heal 3cd)

Extra skills:

First Aid 5
-Purify
-Energize
--Hyperactive
-Barrier
-Field medic
Leadership 5
-Elusive
-Rally
-Steadfast
-Inspiring speech
-Press the attack

Mega slime farm used

Edited January 22 by Zandra

[Zandra 0]

‘’What?! No!? It cant be true!!!’’ she shouts out to herself. All the memories of her past hit her in one time. Striked her right in the face, like beeing crashed into a car in 120 kilometers an hour. ‘’No! No! No no no no!’’ She said once again. Her crimson red eyes started to shine. They was getting moist. She didnt wanted this to be true. It couldnt be true. But the worst thing of all, it WAS true! Her wet eyes got filled and the tears started to roll down her cheeks. All these years, she had worked forward, she had increased her stats, she had been stronger and stronger. She worked hard, so her role wouldnt be one off the players that would fall in combat. She would still be alive. But she wasnt alone to fight for this, she had been growing relationships. Many relationships had also ended during the battles.

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 She been also been battle for others to not end their lifes thru any means necessary. Both thru strength of arms, intelligence, physically and any other possible means. Thou she had actually been the cause of some of the deaths herself. Thou those events have been haunting her, haunting her for all her time in this world of deaths. All those years. Actually, how many years have it become by now? How many years have she spent fighting for survival. Fighting to not give up to the cardinal. She was together with the other guys and girls, fighting on the frontlines. Fighting to one day reach floor 100. Reach floor 100 so they would finally be able to leave. Leave this game world and come back to reality. It dosent matter how fun, exciting and interesting it have been. Still, beeing in risk of dying every single day was not something Zandra was very excited to keep beeing.

[Zandra 0]

She had actually become one if not the greatest alchemist in the whole current world she was in. Even a small smile appeared on her face as she remembered her travel as an alchemist. All the way from when she just had a little cart as her store, that she also used as home by sleeping under it. All the way to where she is by now, with probably one of the most well-known alchemist stores there was. Where she had been selling all type of potions and crystals and also been following a crafters journey. Several years ago, she could craft some different enchantments to her crafts, with free choice to potion or crystal. Thru the years mechanics, as in all game, have changed, so even the lowest quality consumables could be useful. Also she now have chance to craft several potions or several crystals or several salves in just one craft.

Edited January 22 by Zandra

[Zandra 0]

Also, thanks to her long journey, back in the earlier days she could get an item from combat to affect her crafting, that wasnt available nowadays. This was actually one of her proudest skills. Or no, on second thought, there was something else she was way more famous for. When she remembered it, another grin grew on her lips. She had even got a title. The title was: Zandra, the berserk healer! She threw herself back on top of the bed. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath of nostalgia. How could she have forgot that? That have after all been her life when she have been playing the game. Playing the game of death, where every day was another risk to lose the most valuable profession she had, her life. Then as she remembered that, alot of other memories stroke her mind. All her different adventure, the quests, the fights, the partys and everything else.

Edited January 22 by Zandra

[Zandra 0]

During her time in the death game, she had been in life threatening danger countless times. But also, countless times she had broken out of the situation. Many times it have been her trusty axe doing it, or the whip. Even at her earliest day, it have been the dear dagger. She swiped a few times in the air and a curbed piece of metal with a wooden handle appeared in her hand. Her very own claw. The first weapon she had ever bought. How many enemy have stood infront of her while she faced them with only a grin on her face. And how many enemies have then been falling to their death by the same tool. She had also been wearing something. Her heavy armor. As she started thinking about her weapon and armor, she also started how her fights was back in the old days. Back when she was just a little level one player, killing flowers.

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 She let out a loud laugh. Oh my god how far she had come. One day, she was just a little beginner adventure with crappy weapons, crappy arm… or did she even had armor? Then she first of all in this death world, she reached the highest possible level, as well as her proffession rank. She also had alot of superstrong weapons and armors in her inventory. Another giggle let out of her mouth. She highly doubted that was still the case. There was probably alot of players out there that had both reached up to her level as well as passed it. Was she still worth to even keep her title? To keep her place on the frontlines? How was she now within alchemy? Also, she had picked up fishing not that long time ago. She hadnt been into it alot so there was one thing she was not really good at. What? She isnt perfect?

[Zandra 0]

She sat up and kept staring out the window. Was still morning. She streatched herself as she rose and left her bed again. She let out a deep sigh. She walked over to a small table with a pot standing on it. She picked up the pot and looked at the plant. The plant in the pot was a rose. Three roses even, each one with its bright blood-red coloured leafs. For what must have been over a minute, Zandra was just standing in the room while staring at them. She closed her crimson eyes and gritted her teeths as she started to shiver. Her grip around the pot hardened as she tensed her muscles. The sun reflected on the pot from the window. Her jaw tensed as she took several deeps sighs. Slowly, barely visible she did shake her head from side to side. Then a single word, barely hearable, let over her lips: "no..."

[Zandra 0]

She opened her crimson eyes and stared at the wall opposite her. Still shivering, she lifted the pot high above her head and with a scream threw it thru the room. It flied thru the room and crashed into the wall, where it cracked into over a hundred tiny pieces. Each of the pieces fell onto the floor where it shattered into tiny crystals that slowly faded away. The dirt had left a mark on the wall before it had gathered in a lite pile, where on top layed the three roses. Breathing deeply, Zandra walked over to the flowers, her eyes seeing nothing except the three crimson flowers. She stopped one step from them with only thing in the world beeing a raven-haired woman with blood-coloured eyes, and three matching roses. It was completly silence around her. Except in the distance, a bird started to sing. She raised her foot, having it above the flowers for several seconds. What was she waiting for? Why hesitating? She didnt cared about the thorns and the pain they would cause. The pain would just feel great and after it would also just disapear after some time. Half of the flowers was covered from her view by the toes on her light foot. The roses would die soon anyway, at least they could give her some joy before ending their existance. Just stomp them. Without her, they wouldnt had any life at all. How could it be so hard? Havent bothered her before. Why now? She was still having her foot in the air, lost count of time, was a few seconds, or a few minutes, she had no clue. Then, with a deep breath she let her foot fall. With a loud stomp she smashed the roses. If someone had been present, the stomp would have been herd all the way out to the garden. One of the roses shattered into tiny rubies that slowly faded into nothingness. Zandra kept smashing down her foot on the other two again and again. Until they too had shattered away. With only a dirt pile left on the floor Zandra turned back to the bed and threw herself on it again, making her pillow wet as she laid on it with her face.