[SP:F5 Complete] Blood in the Sand: Death of Love Series || Story II

[Opal 0]

Story 2
Death of Love Series
Blood in the Sand || Out, damn'd spot...

" Where will you be when God is glorifying?
There we will be between the dead and dying
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when God is glorifying? "

Opening a smokey mouth, an orange cloud burst forth from parted lips, a stream of orange mixed with the wild heat radiating from this floor had caused the woman to buckle from the heat finding recluse in the sheltered tavern of Armadillo. Sitting softly on a bar stool in this heat driving village the woman continued to smoke her cigarette and drink heavily of the amber beer in her half empty glass. Leaning to one side, she placed a blushing cheek over her palm as she looked outside the door to see nothing but sand and hot wind rushing through as it opened. She scoffed to herself, clicking her fingers for another refill. As she scanned her menu quickly she found a quest marker in the village. She figured it was another Traveler quest, she had no desire to do that again. But finding it curious none the less, she examined the contents of the quest and noted it to be a hack and slash one. Raising a dark thin brow over one eye, she moved from her seat and drank the new glass of beer in front of her, swinging down the contents in four easy gulps. Beer was easy to go down thanks to Mack and the party some time ago. 

Edited November 13, 2015 by Opal

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Throwing col on the table for the drinks, Opal set out of the tavern of Armadillo and the blistering heat once more washed over her body. The <<Survival>> skill came in handy for this floor, the heat was intense for the young woman and her choice of colors helped provide little comfort in the intense waves of the solar rays. Amber eyes glazed outwards towards the edge of town as she made her way towards the edge of the safe zone. Sweeping a hand over her menu, light fingers played across the screen as she accessed her weapons and tapped on the Masamune. From the air to her hand, she grabbed ahold of the saya and whipped her blade out with one fluid motion, discarding the ornate scabbard into the inventory once more. A dangling orange stick giving off the citrus scent hung low as she puckered her lips to take in long inhale. Taking a step out of the safe zone, this would be here first adventure alone on this floor. The desert was vast, but she held strong to her beliefs that she would not fail, would not falter. 

[Opal 0]

Into the desert she strolled out to, vast and empty. Harsh heated winds blew by her exposed flesh, almost as if hot nails were driving into her flesh. Sweat accumulated on darkened brows as she moved through the desert with a slow and steady pace. A hand waved over that sweaty brows, brushing away the perspiration and flicking her wrist to remove the taint from her skin. Amber eyes sought out for mobs or distraction while she hunted for the Hatori creature that lived within the sand. If she could go a day in this heat, it would be a miracle. Hot eyes searched until she came upon a flock of oversized vultures, it would only be so quaint that she would find these buzzards in the desert scavenging for anything they could or peel off from bone. With a hand raised she entered the aggro zone of these buzzards and slowly swept her blade side to side gaining their attention, all the while; hot smoky puffs of orange billowed from her ruby lips. The heat of the sun and the heat of battle were on their way to her. 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

A steady stream of smoky orange escaped her ruby lips at the scented aroma filtered and twisted into the arid heat. The oversized vultures, normally those that scavenged and picked apart what was already dead didn't seem to be in the waiting mood to wait for this Untouchable Queen to fall. Like a blur she sped through their ranks her blade sweeping across thin necks only to pass through them without so much as a scratch to her pure white armour, nor a feathered plucked or pulled from the winged beasts. Desert orange and coarse red grains kicked off the dusty valley as she skid back and repositioned her body for the next attack. All was not lost for this upcoming battle, she would test these birds and her very own courage and desire to battle in this heat. Honey eyes watched as she lifted the Masamune up, a puff of orange and a grin.  

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+3 BD next roll]
EN: 24/26
Sword Art: -2 Miss 

Oversized Vulture 1: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 2: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 3: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 4: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg

ID: 38321
BD: 4
MD: 2

ID: 38322
MD: 2

ID: 38323
MD: 5

ID: 38324
MD: 5

 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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Before they could gather wind and flock to her demise, Opal lifted her blade. Ivory and silver running over the length of the katana as it was dipped into the heavenly force of the Sword Arts. She would waste no time in cutting through this flock of deranged looking buzzards and she let lose her most decimating of arts. Winds curved and peeled towards her, heat and demise cut through the feathers of the large birds as they were sliced and diced by the heated vacuum. Yet as the art finished it drive, the buzzards were remarkably still standing. Their bodies had been torn to shreds, black feathers mask the air as they could not sway to the symphonic beatdown that Opal had laid upon them. 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+3 BD this roll]
EN: 6/26 [+1 Regen]
Sword Art: Haku Senpu, 19 Energy [AoE+Stun], 64 Dmg -13 Mit = 51 Dmg

Oversized Vulture 1: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Oversized Vulture 2: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 3: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 4: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Vultures 1-4: [Stunned]

ID: 38326
BD: 5+3 =8
MD:  1-4 = 0
 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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Well...that didn't go according to plan. A random sandstorm had blocked her attack from continuing forth as she cut through what felt like a sandstone wall as she was about to cleave the four Overgrown Vultures to their doom. As the heat and wind dissipated, Opal watched as the birds began to slightly turn and move from their stunned state, "[censored] on me..." she grunted as the dangling cigarette bobbed as she voiced her comment on the situation. Gritting teeth and lifting the elongated katana, the masamune was hefted to shoulder height as she leaned forward and waited for the next attack to come, if it would. If she could power through this sandstorm and cut through it cleanly enough, she could sweep these creatures clean and collect her rewards. 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+1 BD next roll]
EN: 5/26 [+1 Regen]
Sword Art: Miss -2 Energy 

Oversized Vulture 1: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Oversized Vulture 2: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 3: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 4: 1/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Vultures 1-4: [Stunned]

ID: 38327
BD: 4

 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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Silver and ivory once more mixed coating the blade as Opal spun on her feet, her long blade cutting through the thick armor like hide the vultures wore as black feathers were covered in dark orange slashes from her sword art. The weakest art she had, yet the one she needed to destroy them all with a strike. Feeling the blazing sun against her back, Opal watched as the birds flocked together and poffed into digital nothingness leaving behind their feathers as gifts of the reward. Breathing in and out with the rising of her chest, the woman bent over with a small grunt and collected the materials from the desert sand. Eyes crossed over to the barren wasteland and she flicked her blade to the left, removing the impurities and the inverting the edge to behind her. Removing the orange stick from her mouth, she flicked the orange ashes into the air and continued on unlocking the rest of the floor. 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+1 BD this roll]
EN: 4/26 [+1 Regen]
Sword Art:  Tsumuji Guruma, 2 Energy AoE, 8 Dmg -13Mit = 1 Dmg

Oversized Vulture 1: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Oversized Vulture 2: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 3: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
Oversized Vulture 4: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg
 

ID: 38328
BD: 7+1 =8
Rewards: +4 Mats
 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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Noticing that her Haku Senpu sword art no longer one hit kills the beasts of the sand, Opal swiped her menu with a flick of her wrist. A painted red nail danced across her menu board as she highlighted her inventory and pushed on another button revealing her combat battle items. Amber eyes traveled across to the number next to the item she wanted to use, and sighed before clicking on it. Poofing in her hand the red liquid shined and shimmered in the bright orange glow of the dead heat sun. Drawing her blade forth, the woman started to coat the blade with red liquid. Pulsating once, then twice the katana dimmed down from dark crimson to the cool sheen of silver purity. Giving her overall damage a boost a few points, that would aid in the upcoming battle against the mobs here in this land as well as carving the heart of the Hitori Sand Shark that she would end up meeting down the glass wasteland. 

-Used 1: +2 Dmg Pot- 
<<EN Regen 1/3>>

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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ID: 38331
LD: 7
<<EN Regen 2/3>>

More and more sand as far as the amber eyes could see. Opal had not found anything remotely useful in this wasteland as she combed the ground where she stood looking for anything that could be used for her alchemical needs. Sighing as she got up and lifting hands from dirty sand, the woman arched her back and stretched giving an exaggerated yawn. No one was stupid enough to come out to this desert alone, who knew what weird ass hell sand wyrm could come and gobble you up at any moment. She shifted her eyes from center to the left and took a long drugging drag from her cigarette. Plump lips helped expel the citrus scent into the air as it mixed with wave after wave of heated winds that washed over her perspiring body. Running a hand over her neck and she sluggishly walked through the desert, Opal once more opened her inventory and materialized within her grasp a cold bottle of water.

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38333
LD: 1
<<EN Regen 3/3>>

Twisting the cap off and craving the clear liquid within, Opal drank heavily of the contents within. The cold liquid splashed in the cavern of her mouth as she chugged half the contents in one go. Letting out a womanly belch from the depths her belly, the woman blinked and looked around to see if anyone had heard her. Finding that she was indeed alone made her more comfortable, something like that might have rattled someone. Besides it was impolite and unlady like. She scoffed at her own idea and shook her head, the fabricated black curtain of hair from her eyes moved as her eyes squinted to see something rumbling in the sand. 

"The [censored]? It's not the Hitori..." Four large veins roamed underneath her as she gripped the blade tight in one hand as she kept up her guard. 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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Erupting from the sand was a flurry of red and orange as four monstrous looking wurms came out of the desert sand like geyser. Opal's eyes shot wide open as she was sprayed with coarse sand from the sudden eruption. Engaging her <<Acrobatic>> skill, the woman ducked and weaved through the four wurms as their massive jaws came crashing down attempting to scoop her up and devour her digital body. She would have none of that today as her feet moved through the sand with all the grace as if she were walking on thin air. Skating around in the sand, the woman produced her blade and attempted to cleave one of the targets as it shot towards her. Her blade skimmed across the armor of the wurm and bounced back at her. Her swing didn't have enough oomph in it to take it down. 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+2 Dmg-Pot] [+3 BD nxt roll]
EN: 24/26
Sword Art: Miss -2 EN

Sand Wurm 1: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Wurm 2: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Wurm 3: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Wurm 4: 52/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 

ID: 38334
BD:2
MD:2

ID: 38335
MD:4 -4 = Miss

ID: 38336
MD: 6-4 = Miss

ID: 38377
MD: 3-4 = Miss
 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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Opal was shocked that her Masamune was overflowing with destructive power. The vibrant ivory and silver mixed together with a defining crimson seemed to shatter the very earth she stood. Placing the blade in front and holding with both hands, like quicksilver, she shot through the sand sprinting, twisting and turning her body as she decimated the Sand Wurms with a quick and unimaginable strike that sent them into oblivion. The loud groans and after shock of the attack left nothing but still air and hot wind around her, as beads of sweat strolled down the curvaceous nature of her body. Breathing heavily from the taxing attack and the brutal arid heat, the woman whipped her blade to the side and gathered her rewards quickly. Amber eyes scanned the area and she continued her trek through the desert plateau. 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+2 Dmg-Pot] [+3 BD this roll]
EN: 13/26 [+1 Regen]
Sword Art: Gen Getsu, 12 Energy, 72 Dmg-13 Mit =59 Dmg

Sand Wurm 1: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Wurm 2: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Wurm 3: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Wurm 4: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 

ID: 38338
BD: 10+3 = Overkill [+2 Dmg]
MD:3-4 = Miss
Rewards: +4 Mats

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38347
LD: 17 [+1 Mat]
<<EN Regen 1/3>>

Rolling beads of water splashed off her worn and tired body into the red and orange grains below her feet. Dull amber stared into the hazey horizon of the fifth floor, only to see that there was a never ending expanse to the desert terrain. Once more materializing the half empty bottle of water, the cool refreshing liquid was taken in full. Slowly drunk to savor the taste of the minerals mixed with the solution that would quench her thirst. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, an odd desert rose stuck out in the middle of the desert like a sore thumb. Clambering towards it, she felt to her knees and brushed away the coarse grands before snapping it at the stem. It was rare to see such beauty amidst this arid region, and yet there it was. 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38348
LD: 10
<<EN Regen 2/3>>

Getting back on her feet, the raven haired woman smoothed damp hair from her forehead to the back of her skull where the sun drenched her face with hot burning heat. Her parched lips fell open to the sudden heat wave gasping for air as she shielded her body from a wicked and blowing sandstorm that seemed to overcome here with ease. Eyes burned from the harsh sand as she continued to drive her body deeper and deeper into the engulfing sands. Soon the burning soon would die out, replacing it with the harsh coldness of the desert moon. One begets the next as she thought continuing her journey and finding nothing of an oasis to sate her flesh from this callous heat. 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38349
LD:  15 [+1 Mat]
<<EN Regen 3/3>>

Tired and dry eyes watched as the sun sank below the horizon line. Dark and clear skies loomed over head punctured by dozens upon dozens of white shining stars. The woman's body slowed and dulled from the arid heat as the slow creep of coldness came to find comfort in her bones. Icy and cold breath on her exposed flesh as the woman shivered from the sudden blast of cold. Whipping white winds tore through now burning white sand as it was uprooted, spiraled in place and then dumped off into another location. Opal's eyes could only make out the white rush of sand that lay before her, sweat on her brow not dry and her body becoming heavy with the sudden burden of coldness. Hands fell to the side of her body as the tired mind fell to one knee, her hand clutching down a pile of white sand. The sparkling fragments within seemed to catch the attention of the bronze eyes as they examined the grains with a fine eye.  

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

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The ground beneath her knees seemed to tremor, "Oh [censored]...not again..." rolling over onto her back the woman dodged out of the way of an explosive eruption of sand that seemed to now cave inwards. As she rushed to get to her feet, her amber eyes peered at what looked like four massive holes caving on each other. Taking several steps back, she watched as reskinned golems birthed from the planet's crust and erupted from their slumber. "Tch!" her body was ragged and tired as it was, not wanting to deal with this enemy right now. Brandishing her weapon rather weakly, she felt the sudden surge of white and ivory encompass the blade and strengthening the aura around it. Engaging her <<Sprint>>, she was gone with a blink of an eye as the katana blade cut through layers and layers of hard stone skin until it cut straight through their cores. When it was over, their bodies returned to the sand leaving a nice sum of loot to line her pockets. At least it wasn't a fruitless battle. 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+2 Dmg-Pot] 
EN: 14/26 
Sword Art:  Gen Getsu, 12 Energy, 72 Dmg-13 Mit =59 Dmg

Sand Golem 1: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Golem 2: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Golem 3: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 
Sand Golem 4: 0/52, 13 Mit, 15 Dmg 

ID: 38350
BD: 10 [+2 Dmg]
MD: 4
LD: 16 
Rewards:+4 Mats, + 1040 Col 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38351
LD:  15 [+1 Mat]
<<EN Regen 1/3>>

Amber eyes could not fathom the stretch of white into the horizon. Every heavy step she took paved the white sand with her booted feet as she slowly climbed over the harsh region. As she looked up, the white stars frantically glimmered in the darkness of the sky, hoping that one individual below would watch as they shimmered and danced before them. Opal's ruby lips curved, she had lost her cigarette in that last battle and was too tired to summon another. She found comfort in the coldness, the numbing winds grazing over her exposed flesh. She would find peace in the coldness, much like she had done on floor four and in Snowfrost. However, fortune would soon turn to a golden hour as she sought a small oasis filled with plenty of water. Making a small sprint towards the waters the woman hurled her body into the cold sand and began cupping her hands to take in the replenishing liquid that seem to unburden her heavy bones. Hands trickled through the water as she found the mineral deposits to shimmer in her hand. Quickly taking out a small flask, she inventoried the substance and kept it for a later time. 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38352
LD: 20 [+1 Mat]
<<EN Regen 2/3>>

As this was a good place as any to set up an evening dinner, Opal scanned her inventory for something to munch on till she got back to Armadillo or any other floor. She had little in terms of food, only having half a stock left of the wolf jerky she attempted to share with Vice Commander Azide the last time they had been out in the desert like this. Smiling to herself, she materialized the seasoned dry meat and started to chew on it until the robust flavor came to life in her mouth. It did little to satisfy the craving of food, but it was enough to keep her going. Feeling refreshed and now awake with a little food in her belly, the woman got up and noticed a star shaped flower off by the cool waters reflecting what appeared to be a full moon. She wondered if that would have anything to do with the quest objective. Thinking no more of it, she plucked from the stem and placed the flower in her inventory for safer keepings. 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

ID: 38353
LD: 1
<<EN Regen 3/3>>

Finding nothing else to observe or to be used around the oasis, Opal had decided to continue on her long journey through the desert in hopes to finding that damn Hatori sooner than later. As she skimmed the surface of the white sand below her feet, it seemed the moon above was almost flickering. The stars shinned even brighter than before almost blinding when she looked up. As she continued her southern march, the sand slowly started to seep out what appeared to be some sort of crimson fluid. Not realizing it was blood, the woman knelt down and dipped a finger in the pooling liquid. 

"Blood in the sand, huh? I must be close..." 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal

[Opal 0]

Drawing closer to the thickening liquid, Opal watched as the sand erupted with impaling sticks around her with skulls attached to the pikes. Her wide eyes looked to her left and right as she felt the tremor beneath her feet. Revering the blade in her hand, the woman felt the ground rumble right below her as she activated her <<Acrobatics>> just in time for the Sand Shark to burst out of the white sands. Climbing into the sky, Opal danced along the edge of the hard skinned sand mammal as she kicked off its fin and landed back on the desert floor. It chomped and smashed and flailed its body left and right before going back down into the surface for another sneak attack. 

"[censored]! Alright you little [censored]...Come on out...so I carve out that flesh of yours!" 

<<Battle Engaged>>

Opals HP: 104/104 [+3 BD next roll]
EN: 24/26
Sword Art: -2 EN Miss

Sand Shark: 125/125: 30 Dmg
 

ID: 38354
BD: 4
MD: 6-4 = 2

 

Edited November 12, 2015 by Opal