[PP | F8] The Ashen Ones Must Die!

[Kisodeth 0]

The Skeleton Maiden stirred.

Floor 8’s perpetual twilight cast long shadows through the small, spartan room she had claimed for the night. A dim beam of golden light filtered through the wooden slats, illuminating motes of dust as they drifted in lazy circles above her. Outside, the forest whispered a chorus of rustling leaves and distant, chittering creatures, as if the floor itself breathed, waiting.

Kisodeth exhaled through her nose, slow and measured. It was time.

She sat up, rolling her shoulders before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Bare feet met the cool wooden floorboards. Her muscles creaked from the ever-present tension of living on the edge. Survival, power, dominance…her cycle never ended.

Rising, she stretched, the smooth, deliberate motion revealing the lithe strength carved into her form. Tonight, she would hunt.

Her ritual began with the Armor of the Dead.

The heavy plating materialized in fragments, wrapping around her piece by piece. Each bone-white segment latched onto her frame with an eerie finality, forming the visage of death itself. Rib-like plates curved over her torso, a wicked spine traced her back, and gauntlets clawed around her fingers like skeletal hands eager for the kill. The helm she discarded…her face was death’s own mask.

Next came the weapons.

Acero Sagrante was first. She took the black obsidian blade from her inventory, gripping its tightly bound red leather hilt. The sword hummed, alive with its deadly enchantments. Blood-red electricity crackled along the blade’s surface, zipping and arcing like barely restrained malice. Paralysis. Bleeding. A weapon meant for prolonged suffering.

She slung it across her back.

Then, Sombra Osea.

The moment her fingers wrapped around its long, black-leather-wrapped hilt, a chilling blue mist coiled from its obsidian edge, crawling up her arm before dissipating into the air. Eldritch runes pulsed along the blade, glowing a spectral blue—the same eerie hue that burned within the hollow eye sockets of the spectral skull embedded in the metal. Its chain clinked faintly, as if whispering in anticipation.

She wielded it effortlessly. its excessive length made the weapon feel heavy, strong in her hands.

Kisodeth cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders, testing the familiar weight of her new armor. Every movement felt sharper. More efficient. She had stepped beyond what she was before.

Tonight, she was not just a player.

She was a harbinger.

And the Ashen Ones would burn beneath her blade.

She strode to the window and pushed it open. Cool, damp air rolled in, tinged with the scent of moss and ancient wood. Somewhere beyond the endless columns of trees, her prey awaited.

One last breath. One last glance at the darkening sky.

Then, without hesitation, she turned and walked out the door. The droning masses parted ways for her as Death itself walked amongst them. She stepped out and rested a hand on her hip, the tension building in her neck. A slow roll, the ghastly visage scattering players away from her. Before she could take a step further, a voice shot out from behind her. The ominous visage looked to them, eyes over her shoulder as the unsettling warpaint stared like a breathing corpse to the player. “Huh?”

WC: 531

Spoiler

Kisodeth | HP: 246/246 | EN: 40/40 | DMG: 7 (13) | MIT:60 | ACC:2 | BLD: 24  | PARA | PROSP:1 | QTY: 2

Name: Kisodeth
True Tier: 2
Level: 11
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 220/220
EN: 40/40

Stats:
Damage: 13
Mitigation: 60
Accuracy: 2
Stealth Rating: -3
BLD: 24 
PARA
QTY: 2

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Acero Sangrante
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Armor of the Dead
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Frozen Rose

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Accuracy R2

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Heavy Armor R3
  - Quick Change
  - Straight Sword R4

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Sombra Osea T2 Dmg
  - Field Rations  x1
  - Spy glasses x2
  - Tireless Perfect HP Recovery Potion x1
  - Water Canister x3

 

Spoiler

Using 1 Spyglass for Ashen One Field Boss Spawn Rate

Using 1 Field Ration: +26 HP Total
 

 

 

[Boreas 0]

Floor 8 tended to be one of Boreas' favorite floors due to all the different variety of lush forests and beautiful sights, however tonight it just didn't fully feel like one of those nights. Boreas roamed the streets of Ellesmara looking for the usual quest or friendly player to come across, as he looked up to the darkening sky his glare had turned into a frown as he wasted a bit more time than he would like "I guess this is what I get trying to quest on a picked out a long time ago." he thought to himself. However his thoughts was cut short when ahead of him was what he could only assume to be a player, at least they stuck out amongst the elven and druidic NPC's within the civilization. Dressed from head to toe in what appeared that looked like a darkened steel, carrying a blade beyond what design he normally sees on most players, Boreas while slightly intimidated by the woman he also could not help but be interested in them. He exclaimed out to her "Miss, please wait a second!"

Seeing that it got her attention, Boreas approached her with a slight smile and getting a better look at the player. It... certainly wasn't entirely what he expected, for a brief moment his slight smile turned into a bit of a surprised look seeing the players skull like face paint and the completed view of her darkened armor, he had never seen a player that had this sort of darker appearance before, however with a slight shake of his head he just figured it wasn't his place to judge too much how they wished to appear in the game and returning to his slight smile placing a hand on his chest and slightly bowing before them and saying "I apologize miss for stopping you, but you stand out quite a bit tonight and was curious if you were looking for any company?"

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Boreas Stats/Items/Buffs for Thread:

Spoiler

Boreas | HP: 740/740 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 4 | BH:36 | BLD: 24 | PARA
Equipped:
[Tier (2)4 - Perfect Rapier] Internum Sanguin (Enhancements: Bleed/Bleed/Paralyze)
[Tier 1 - Perfect Jewelry] Insignia Bangle (Enhancements: Accuracy/Accuracy/Accuracy)
[Tier 1 - Perfect Trinket] Eternal Reminder (Enhancements: Evasion/Evasion/Evasion)
Battle Ready:
20 Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50*tier HP)
12 Standard Healing Crystals (Heals 50*tier HP)
Buffs:
Paragon Level 10: +1 base loot die for looting, searching for, and opening chests.
"Rested": -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat
"Relaxed": Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
"Clean": The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 20% (rounded down).
"Col Stash": +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests.

[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth halted just before the boundary of the safe zone, rolling her shoulders in lazy impatience. The moment the voice hit her ears, she let out a quiet breath through her nose and turned, arms folding over her armored chest as she gave the stranger a slow, deliberate once-over.

Tall. Refined. Sharp, blonde hair, shimmering like liquid gold under the dim glow of the forest. He carried himself with an easy confidence, his clothes sharp, immaculate, ‘colorful’, a stark contrast to the raw, predatory presence she exuded.

Her eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked over him again before settling onto his own.

“Curious, huh?” Her voice was smooth, indifferent.

She didn’t answer right away, letting the silence stretch between them, measuring him. The way he spoke was polite, deliberate. Apologetic, even. But the phrasing was interesting. He hadn’t asked if she needed company. He wanted to know if she was looking for it.

Which meant he was either flirting, fishing for information, or both.

Kisodeth smirked faintly, shifting her weight to one side. “You stopping every lone woman heading out, or just the ones in skull armor?” The grin stretched ear to ear. The eerie ghastly visage exuding a foreboding appearance, one she honed her craft to be a solo player. 

Kisodeth remained in neutral stance, arms crossed, eyes flickering over his loud appearance. The colors looked more fitting to a casino. Compared to her, she was breathing doom and gloom. “Listen, Chico. I’m a busy woman. I have a plan I wanna stick with, and I don’t need any heavy baggage weighing me down. If you wanna join me, then fine, but the moment you break stride…I won’t hesitate to leave you to die.” 

Kisodeth wanted to remain solo, do this on her own. But she had a feeling this player looked more than meets the eye. She could use the help, if only to use the advantage to level up faster. She lifted a boned gauntlet and sent a party invitation to the player. “You can call me, Kisodeth, hombre.” 


WC: 341

[Boreas 0]

Boreas had a rough time trying to read this players character by her initial reaction and glance upon him as they shared a silent moment. She wasn't too much shorter than him, her eyes a bit darker and appeared as if it lacked much emotion, her hair more pitch black than the darkness found at midnight, Boreas smirked as the silence broke as she asked him a question, Boreas replied without breaking confidence "Mmm, just the one's in skull armor miss. I like the bit of danger and uncertainty more."

Admitably, it had been a while since Boreas had tried flirting with someone, at first he wasn't intending to be flirting with them, however with her reply he was wanting to see how rusty he was since it had been a while, plus... admitably he did like the uncertainty of this players character that and in his opinion he liked a bit more spice and mystery. Boreas' slight smile turned a touch wider as she responded, with a slight laugh he replied "I assure you miss, I am worth my weight in gold. You won't have to worry about me keeping up, you'll soon see that for yourself." he accepted the party invitation she had offered to him and pressed accept, afterwards he placed his hand on his chest and lightly bowed before her "Boreas, at your service." straightening himself he took a few steps forward at the boundary of the safe zone and moving his hand extending outward "After you, Kisodeth."

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[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth let out a soft chuckle, more breath than sound, watching Boreas with the detached amusement of someone observing a gamble unfold. So, he was leaning into it now. Whether that was from genuine interest or just testing his own charm, she couldn’t say. Didn’t really matter.

“Tch. Worth your weight in gold, huh?” She let the words roll off her tongue like she was tasting them, skeptical but intrigued. fingers flexing slightly before resting on the hilts of her swords. “Bold claim. Guess we’ll see if you back it up, or if you’re just another pretty face with a silver tongue.”

Her gaze lingered as he bowed, his formal elegance standing in amusing contrast to her own sharp, dangerous presence. Boreas, huh? The name sounded like it had a hint of calculation. A man who played the game well, in more ways than one.

She watched him take that step forward, extending his hand toward the wilds beyond.

“Mmm. Such a gentleman.” Her lips curled slightly, but there was no warmth behind it, just something teasing and unreadable. She stepped past him without hesitation, boots hitting the earth outside the safe zone as the system’s protection faded away.

The dense forest swallowed them whole, towering ancient trees stretching high, their thick canopies blotting out the evening sky. The ground beneath Kisodeth’s boots was soft, damp with the remnants of the prior night’s rain, but firm enough for swift movement. Somewhere ahead, beyond the veil of shadow and foliage, their quarry lurked.

Her skeletal visage turned slightly toward Boreas as she walked, her pace steady but unhurried, a predator surveying the terrain. The eerie blue glow from Sombra Osea’s runes pulsed at her back, the blade slung across her shoulders while Acero Sagrante remained at her side, crackling with its crimson arcs of energy.

“So, Boreas,” she mused, her voice calm, the usual aloof lilt still present. “You talk a good game. Let’s hear what you actually bring to the table.”

She didn’t look at him as she spoke, instead keeping her sharp gaze ahead, scanning the darkness between the trees.

“What’s your role? DPS? Tank? Or are you one of those tricky types that dance around a fight and strike when no one’s looking?”

Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but measured…curious in her own way, though with an edge that suggested she had no patience for dead weight. She wasn’t about to drag someone through this if they weren’t going to pull their weight.

The distant snap of a branch made her pause mid-stride. Kisodeth’s hand went to Acero Sagrante’s hilt, not drawing it just yet, but ready. The presence of the Ashen Ones wasn’t a matter of if, but when.

Her piercing gaze flicked toward him briefly, studying his reaction, before returning to the woods. 
 

WC: 466

[Boreas 0]

Boreas nodded his head in response "I will let my actions and my blade show and do all the talking miss, don't worry. But either way, you did admit that I do have a pretty face." he replied with a wink from his left eye toward her. He then made his introduction to her and straightened himself and offered her to move first outward towards the forest, he replied simply to her "I at least try to be miss, no reason to not show you my respect." then once she took her first steps outward into the forest areas of the eighth floor, Boreas would follow behind her merely only a step behind her.

As they walked into the lush forest now darkened by the night's sky, he was genuinely surprised with how easily the forest could wrap around you leaving no other sights to be found, Boreas wasn't too much of a fan of the ground beneath them being softer than usual, however he was going to tolerate the bit of dirt that would get on his shoes. Boreas looked towards her weapon she carried on her shoulders, Boreas hadn't really seen a weapon that pulsed with energy before, he wondered whether or not this weapon had special properties behind them or whether or not they just had a very unique special look to them. Boreas' eyes had almost trailed off towards the forest around them until Kisodeth had spoken out to him. "Hm?" he hummed as she got his attention, with a his slight smile he replied simply "I'm a single target duelist miss, level 34, paragon 10. I enjoy combat when its a one on one fight or fighting against bosses. How about you?"

Afterward he finished his sentence, the duo had heard the snapping of a branch in the distance, Boreas placed his hand onto his regal golden rapier on his left hip and looked out with a more serious glance where the sound had been heard. Once the duo had confirmed nothing had been there, he removed his hand from his blade and returned his gaze toward Kisodeth eager for her response.

Word Count: 357

[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth halted mid-step, her boots pressing into the damp earth. She turned to him with a sharp, almost incredulous look, brow subtly furrowed beneath her skeletal visage.

“Stop calling me ‘Miss.’ I’m not some old woman.” Her voice carried that familiar edge, cool and cutting, yet not outright hostile just annoyed. “Kisodeth. Kis-o-deth. Get it right.”

Arms folding over her chest, she exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. The more she thought about it, the more something didn’t sit right.

“The hell are you even doing down here on the lower floors?” she asked, eyes narrowing. “If you’re hitting Paragon levels, you shouldn’t be wasting time with us dregs…”

There was a weight behind her words, a mix of curiosity and something more bitter, unspoken. She couldn’t decide if she was impressed or irritated. Maybe both. Was he slumming it for fun? Testing his rusted skills on easier prey? Or did he think she needed his help? That last thought made her fingers twitch against her biceps.

She muttered something low in Spanish, a habit she rarely curbed…something about single-target combat, huh? “Yeah… same. That was the whole point, being a Boss Killer. One-on-one fights just feel more… personal, I guess…”

A scoff left her lips, followed by a sharp shake of her head as she turned away from him. “I hope you’re not expecting me to owe you anything for this.”

The challenge in her voice was clear. She wasn’t the type to take charity, and she sure as hell wasn’t about to be someone’s pet project. Whatever his reason for tagging along, he’d better not think it put her in his debt.
 

WC: 275

[Boreas 0]

Boreas looked at her as she turned at him and stared with a more sharp look and exclaimed out to him to stop calling her miss, Boreas at first frowned but understood why they likely wouldn't like to have been called that. For him, it was a habit he got into because of his surroundings and setting, however more so now has a time and place. Boreas simple said to her "My apologies Kisodeth, its a bad habit of mine. Grew up and spent a long time needing to call everyone that."

Boreas' slight smile had faded to a more neutral look after as she asked why he was down here, to him this conversation continued he started to feel somewhat if he was putting put into a corner, even though originally he just wanted to meet someone new while completing quests and objectives that he hadn't done before. Still with a clear head, he returned to being honest instead of attempting to be flirtful he replied "I don't need a reason to be down here, I simply wanted to complete floor bosses or quests I haven't done yet waiting for messages about the next boss meeting. I'm just filling in time since I am not apart of the scouting team. I saw you and figured I'd offer my help. Nothing more than that."

"Of course not. You don't strike the type of person to want to owe anything to anyone. Nor would I ask anything in return just because I wanted to offer my help." he replied to Kisodeth, he didn't need to wonder whether or not this was her personality, it was pretty evident considering how clear she made her statement to him. Boreas looked down at the Forest's surface and internally sighed at himself disappointed, he knew he was a bit... different than most people, however he didn't think he could strike out this badly. Maybe it was time to be less polite as he grew up being, and started to be a bit more serious.

[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth flicked her wrist dismissively, letting out a short breath. There was no need to pick a fight over something so trivial, he could do whatever he wanted. His business wasn’t hers.

She fell silent, resuming their trek without another word. The mist clung thick to the earth, curling at their feet as they moved. After a short while, the sound of combat reached her ears; players locked in battle against roaming mobs. She slowed, watching as steel clashed and bursts of light from skills flickered through the gloom.

“Field bosses are supposed to spawn here,” she muttered, eyes narrowing. “But they won’t with the dregs hanging around. Watch this.”

Turning her head toward Boreas, she grinned beneath her mask of skeletal paint, the carved skeletal grin of her avatar making the expression all the more unsettling.

Then, without hesitation, she strode forward, silent as a wraith emerging from the mist. The party of players remained unaware of her approach at first, too focused on cutting down the last of the mobs.

Kisodeth came to a stop just a few feet away, gripping her sword only to plant it into the earth with a deliberate thunk.

“Great job…” she murmured, voice eerily smooth, yet dripping with quiet menace. Then, as the players finally turned to acknowledge her presence, she tilted her head ever so slightly, letting the weight of her foreboding aura sink into their bones.

“Now beat it. We need this area for hunting.”

The way she stood, the cold gleam of her eyes beneath the shadow of her helm, the sheer presence she exuded, she didn’t need to raise her weapon to make them hesitate. The unspoken threat was clear: leave, or find out what it meant to cross her.

The group of players, three in total, paused mid-motion, exchanging glances as Kisodeth’s words settled over them like a creeping frost. One of them, a lanky swordsman clad in mismatched armor, instinctively took a step back, gripping the hilt of his blade tighter. The other, a stockier axe-wielder, narrowed his eyes but didn’t immediately respond. The last, a robed healer or support, was already shifting uncomfortably, fingers twitching over their menu as if preparing to teleport out at a moment’s notice.

“Who the hell—?” the axe-wielder started, but the lanky one cut him off with a quick elbow to the ribs.

“Hey, man, I know that name.” His voice lowered as he tilted his head toward Kisodeth, studying her skeletal grin. “Kisodeth. You know, that solo player.”

The healer stiffened. “Oh. Shit.”

Kisodeth tilted her head slightly, watching them with unreadable amusement.

The axe-wielder huffed, crossing his arms. “And? Just ‘cause she’s got a reputation doesn’t mean we gotta just roll over.”

The swordsman scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah? You wanna test that?” He jerked his chin toward Kisodeth. “Solo boss-killer, skull armor, likes to fight one-on-one…ringing any bells? People say she doesn’t just hunt monsters.”

The support player swallowed. “Right. And we do have other hunting grounds.” He forced a laugh, taking another step back. “No need to, uh, get territorial here.”

The axe-wielder exhaled through his nose, clearly weighing his pride against his survival instinct. He glanced once at Boreas, who stood idly by.

Finally, the axe-wielder clicked his tongue. “Tch. Whatever. We were done here anyway.”

With that, the group began to shuffle away, the swordsman nudging the healer along. But before they left, the lanky one hesitated, glancing back at Kisodeth.

“I gotta ask, though—” he said, a nervous grin creeping across his face. “Are the rumors true? That you go after players, too?”

Kisodeth let the silence stretch, let him sit in his own unease for a moment before she responded.

“Depends,” she said at last, voice smooth, unbothered. She lifted her chin slightly, watching as he swallowed thickly. “But if you stick around any longer, you might find out for yourself.”

That was all it took. He let out an awkward chuckle, raising his hands in surrender as he hurried after his party. Within seconds, they disappeared into the mist, leaving Kisodeth and Boreas alone once more.

She turned to Boreas, “I don’t attack players, nor do I PK…” just to assure him. 
 

WC: 700

[Boreas 0]

"Combat?" he thought to himself as the sounds of weapons clashing broke his thoughts on how he could be a bit more serious than overly polite. His gaze returned to Kisodeth as she caught his attention with conversation, however before he could respond, he was caught a little bit off guard with her grin in combination of her skeletal pain then treking forward towards the sound that they had heard only but a moment ago. Keeping his cool, he ran after Kisodeth as she moved towards them, though he was a bit impressed with how fast Kisodeth was in game. Boreas was able to catch up mostly, however he was unfortunately a few feet behind her. Eventually though he caught up and looked out toward the other party then back to Kisodeth as she spoke. His glance turned to a serious one as she spoke out to the other party to leave, the other players didn't particularly look like they were too high of a level, more than likely lower than Kisodeth currently judging by appearences. While normally Boreas would like to deal with this situation in a more respectful manner, he did understood that its not how other people function and would rather be straight to the point. Boreas simply stood there and watched the situation unfolded.

However, something caught Boreas more off guard, the lanky swordsman knew Kisodeth in some manner or another, more than likely through a rumor or speak between other players. With a blink, his gaze averted from the opposite party and towards Kisodeth wanting to see how she responds to fully understand the person he offered his help to. "A solo player that kills bosses one on one and by the reaction of one of these men has a more feared reputation huh? I need more information whether she's a player killer or just simply a bit more cruel to others." he thought to himself as the conversation pursued. Eventually it had ended with a threat and they left in a hurry, keeping a bit of a serious look he listened to what she had to say to him, though it calmed him down to hear a confirmation that she doesn't attack other players nor PK. "I see, while I might've been a bit more nicer to get them to leave, I'm not going to judge how you deal with things. As long as I am not dragged into conflict with innocent players I don't have a problem. Now then, let us find this field boss so I can show you my worth. Just as promised." he responded directly and to the point to Kisodeth trying to work with them rather than trying to be his usual fully polite self. 

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[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth rolled her head back, fixing Boreas with a cool, unreadable gaze before offering the slightest shrug.

“Polite isn’t going to make us stronger. It’s not going to make me stronger. And that’s all that matters.” Her voice was calm, detached, as if stating an undeniable truth. “If players are weak-willed enough to let a rumor spook them, then they have no business being out here in the first place. Risk isn’t for the faint of heart.”

She turned away, scanning the field with a keen sharpness in her eyes, muscles coiled in anticipation. “I don’t have time to waste when time keeps ticking outside. I’m fighting to survive…here, and out there.”

There was no venom in her tone, no unnecessary heat. Just simple, cold reality. She wasn’t here to make friends, wasn’t here to coddle egos or play nice. That wasn’t her aesthetic. That wasn’t how she had survived this long.

With a smooth motion, she stepped forward, unsheathing Acero Sagrante in a fluid sweep. The blade pulsed to life in her grip, arcs of fiery electrical energy crackling across its edge like a living heartbeat. The air around her seemed to shift, charged with a low, simmering tension as she settled into readiness.

Then she felt it.

A whisper in her bones, a shift in the atmosphere that sent a shiver down her spine. Something ancient, something hungry, stirring from its slumber.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Finally.”

Rolling her shoulders, she adjusted her grip, stance firm, eyes locked ahead. The mist parted like a living thing, curling and shifting as the Ashen One emerged, a hulking figure wreathed in living bark. Burning jade eyes ignited beneath the jagged curve of its face, locking onto Kisodeth with predatory precision. Its arrival was swit.

The ground trembled as it lunged, cutting through the fog with a massive trunk like fist. Kisodeth’s eyes widened no time to dodge, she twisted at the last second, the fist howling past her face, close enough that the displaced air whipped her hair across her cheek. 

”¡Mierda!”

Before her boots had even touched solid ground again, she retaliated. Acero Sagrante sang through the air in a downward arc, blazing with searing red light….!

Missed.

The Ashen One twisted, its armored bulk moving with unnatural grace. The tip of her blade kissed only empty air as it shifted beyond reach.

”¡Jodete!” Kisodeth growled under her breath, her lips peeling back over her teeth. Her body was already in motion again, feet pivoting as she calculated her next strike. Her eyes sharpened with dangerous focus.

The Ashen One’s gaze locked on her, molten light burning. 

“All you, Boreas…”

WC: 443
 

Spoiler

Party Stats:

Kisodeth | HP: 246/246 | EN: 38/40 | DMG: 7 (13) | MIT:60 | ACC:2 | BLD: 24  | PARA | PROSP:1 | QTY: 2

BD: 3+ 2 - 1=4 Miss! (-2 EN)

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
243028	3	10	14	10	Kisodeth

Boreas | HP: 740/740 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 4 | BH:36 | BLD: 24 | PARA

Enemy Stats: 

<<The Ashen One>> Attacks First

HP: 900/900 | MIT: 45 | DMG: 85 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1

MD: 2 Miss!

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
243027	3	12	3	2	The Ashen One

 

 

 

Edited March 11 by Kisodeth

[Boreas 0]

Boreas didn't fully know how to fully think about the current topic, on one hand Boreas can completely agree where Kisodeth was coming from with her stance on how she sees players who let rumors control their fears, however on the other he doesn't fully think that being polite removes any strength that you have. However, Boreas had a slight smile return to his face it had been a while since someone could last challenge his own beliefs and personality and he replied "Maybe I was right to be more into ones with skull armor. Haven't had someone challenge my thoughts and beliefs like this in a long while. Its not important now, my sword is yours."

Eventually though, they felt it. The roots beneath them felt more... alive, as if they we're moving veins or tentacles from a monster. Boreas immediately unsheathed his golden regal rapier and held it in his left hand. "Some real action." he replied to Kisodeth. Before long, the Ashen One had revealed itself, Boreas hadn't fought a boss in a long while that shook the ground like this before.. it should be fun. Boreas now determined, looked at the boss as the two attempted to trade blows looking for a solid weak spot to strike. After Kisodeth attempted her strike, Boreas simple nodded and using his Charge Skill quickly ran up to the boss, his Rapier radiating a golden glow pierced straight through the Ashen One's bark then one pierce became several as Boreas combo'd many piercing strikes against the boss. Each pierce remaining within the bosses body and an ooze appeared to be flowing from the monsters wounds, the vines violently shaking as they became still and the boss struggled to move to Boreas' paralysis. 

What Boreas did not expect was what that came next, once the boss stood still now bleeding and paralyzed smoke started to pour from the bosses body and started to surround both Boreas and Kisodeth. Boreas let out a growl and said out to her "Damn it! Starting to not see well, I can take care of the smoke if you wish to show them no mercy, your call."

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Spoiler

ID: 243029 | BD: 9 (Minor Crit) | Using Sword Art ST-I w/ Charge | 16+1+3=20*12=240-45=195
The Ashen One will activate << Smokescreen >> regardless of crit.

[0] Kisodeth | HP: 246/246 | EN: 38/40 | DMG: 7 (13) | MIT: 60 | ACC: 1 2 | BLD: 24 | PARA | PROSP: 1 | QTY: 2 | Smokescreen
[2] Boreas | HP: 740/740 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 4 5 | EVA: 4 | BH:36 | BLD: 24 | PARA | Smokescreen

The Ashen One | HP: 705/900 | MIT: 45 | DMG: 85 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1 | STUNNED | Bleed: 2/2 (24)
Abilities:
Smokescreen: Upon being hit by a crit, <<The Ashen One>> will release a cloud of ashes to blind the Players, giving them -1 ACC. Any party member can expend a Post Action to get rid of the cloud. If <<The Ashen One>> lands an MD 9-10 while the Smokescreen is up, all party members will take 110 mitigatable DMG and then the Smokescreen will fade.
Weakness: If afflicted with TOXIC VENOM, the firefox’ DMG will drop to 55, ACC to 1 and EVA to 0 for the duration of the status affliction.
Tier Lock: For the duration of the fight, all of the participants’ stats that scale with Tier are calculated as though they’re Tier 2. [DMG/MIT/BLEED enhancements etc.]  This skill only locks downward. Those at Tier 1 will still have T1 stats.

Edited March 11 by Boreas

[Kisodeth 0]

Boreas surged forward the moment Kisodeth’s attack failed, closing the gap with precise, predatory speed. His rapier glinted in the dim haze, a silver fang slicing through the fog as he drove the blade deep into the Ashen One’s bark-plated hide. The impact flared with crimson light as his rapier’s enchantment triggered…paralysis and bleed creeping like frost through the creature’s limbs.

The Ashen One shuddered, its colossal form locking as Boreas twisted the blade and wrenched it free. Its molten eyes flared violently beneath the smoke-choked gloom…

BOOM

A burst of dark vapor erupted from its chest, swallowing the field in thick black smoke. The fog curled around Kisodeth and Boreas like hungry tendrils, vision fading to near nothing. A debuff flashed across Kisodeth’s interface:

[Smoke Screen: Accuracy -1]

 Kisodeth’s eyes narrowed through the dark haze. She didn’t hesitate. Couldn’t. With bleed and paralysis on the target, she made a <<Quick Change>> subbing out Sagrante with her other blade. 

Her grip tightened on Sombra Osea, her stance sharp as a blade’s edge. “Weak-ass tricks…” she growled under her breath.

Then she lunged.

Her sword flared with searing blue light as it connected with the Ashen One’s bark-armored chest, splinters and shreds of burned wood blasted free from the impact. She shifted mid-strike, turning the thrust into a brutal upward slice that tore through the creature’s chest plate and bit into the raw sinew beneath. Sparks of burning amber scattered like dying fireflies.

Before the Ashen One could recover, Kisodeth braced her foot against its oaken hide and shoved off, twisting through the air. She landed in a crouch, boots skidding across the forest floor as she slid backward. The health bar over the Ashen One’s head dipped, a satisfying chunk…but not enough.

Kisodeth rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her grin widened. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

WC: 311

 

Spoiler

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
243045	8	6	5	1	Kisodeth

BD: 8+1-1=8 HIT!

DMG: 13*10=130-45=85 (-10/+1 EN)
 

[1] Kisodeth | HP: 246/246 | EN: 29/40 | DMG: 7 (13) | MIT: 60 | ACC: 1 2 | BLD: 24 | PARA | PROSP: 1 | QTY: 2 | Smokescreen
[2] Boreas | HP: 740/740 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 4 5 | EVA: 4 | BH:36 | BLD: 24 | PARA | Smokescreen

The Ashen One | HP: 620 /900 | MIT: 45 | DMG: 85 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 1 | STUNNED | Bleed: 2/2 (24)
Abilities:
Smokescreen: Upon being hit by a crit, <<The Ashen One>> will release a cloud of ashes to blind the Players, giving them -1 ACC. Any party member can expend a Post Action to get rid of the cloud. If <<The Ashen One>> lands an MD 9-10 while the Smokescreen is up, all party members will take 110 mitigatable DMG and then the Smokescreen will fade.
Weakness: If afflicted with TOXIC VENOM, the firefox’ DMG will drop to 55, ACC to 1 and EVA to 0 for the duration of the status affliction.
Tier Lock: For the duration of the fight, all of the participants’ stats that scale with Tier are calculated as though they’re Tier 2. [DMG/MIT/BLEED enhancements etc.]  This skill only locks downward. Those at Tier 1 will still have T1 stats.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited March 11 by Kisodeth