87 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Roland grimaced as he peered down into the depths of the tunnels his team had chosen. It wasn't the deepest hole, but it also wasn't nearest to the top. Likely they would encounter wurms of decent power here, but he was confident with those he traveled. Well he was confident in Amane's and Alpha's ability, he had never interacted with the curvy black mage. To be honest he didn't think it would matter to much as long as she could hold her own in a fight, the rest of them should be fine.

Wasting no time, Roland pulled a vial from his pouch, shaking it vigorously as he forced the contents to react with one another illuminating it and likewise the cave with an eerie blue light. It seemed the path before them had been burrowed by a large Wurm, creating a rotund tunnel in which Roland set through, it was time to begin spelunking...

42 + 40 = 82
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter
082 / 625
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@Alphabet Chocolate @Amane Hirota @Lucia Mierz

(Amane is support, rest are 'fighters', gl everyone!)

 

74 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Amane shot Roland a smile when he activated one of his potions, the glow radiating from the vial throwing shadows and stark highlighter-blue contrast on the walls of the giant passageway, illuminating the dank space sufficiently for the group to navigate in. "Good thinking," she said, a little sheepishly, before starting on her part of the job, chanting a spell as they step further down into the cave's depths. Truth be told, she had been so focused on running through the spells she'll need for the quest that casting one to provide light for navigation's sake had almost slipped her mind. It seemed to have worked out for the best though — Roland's potion sufficed more than adequately, and didn't cost any MP to boot. A spell completed, the last few words slipping out of her mouth in a rush, and a gold shimmer of a bubble began forming around her party members, the shield itself immaterial, but the status nonetheless active, if anyone were bothered to check their UI at the periphery of their vision.

With the party protected from the toxic fumes that'd plagued the castle Dumont raiding team all weeks ago, Amane rested a hand against the surrounding walls, casting another spell to grant further support to the structurally unstable passage. Winding, almost curious threads of light began slipping into tiny crevasses, holes, slips in the rock and whatever else it could get into, soon vanishing from sight but hopefully fulfilling their purpose. She...actually had never cast a spell like this before, one with more utility and interaction with the world mechanics than simply healing or dealing with status ailments. It was both a refreshing and daunting concept, since there was no true way to ascertain whether she'd succeeded or not — unless the ceiling caved down on them, that is. That would obviously answer the question, though the sorceress was, y'know, hoping to avoid such a confirmation if ever possible. Having done what she could to lessen their taken damage, Amane took a step back, falling right behind the rest of the party as she let them take the lead in forging ahead.

14 + 0 = 14 (Natural Roll)
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Support
82 / 625
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OOC: @Roland Rutledge, @Alphabet Chocolate, @Lucia Mierz. Yep, good luck everyone!

 

97 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Alpha squealed as a piece of small debris suddenly popped from its socket between the rocks above and fell to the ground before her. She jumped and had scraped a patch of skin off a stalagmite as she recoiled. It didn't put her in the best of moods but she supposed that the cool blue vial was enough of a tranquilizer for her to shove away her insecurities about exploring the cavern and instead focus on the pretty liquid.

"There's so much stuff in the way!" she whined, nimbly maneuvering over another obstacle in their path. The years seemed to have turned the tunnels into a parkour course or something. Well, a parkour course without all the rules and regulations and safety measures. It was only through times like these that she fully understood and appreciated her spontaneous decision to take a mastery in Rogue.

As she continued, she let her hand lightly glide across the glowing blue rocks that had become alight with Roland's tinkering. "Pretty," she whispered in awe after settling in, acquainted with dodging all the small deathtraps. The shield Amane had created for them had remained unnoticed as she traipsed along to wherever it was they were going. She really thought that cave-spelunking would've been a different experience than this but beggars can't be choosers.

77 + 30 = 107
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter
189 / 625
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@Roland Rutledge @Lucia Mierz @Amane Hirota

 

75 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Lucia could only wear a somewhat bitter expression as they continued down, while the others might have more optimistic outlooks, she couldn't help always being pessimistic in these situations. Whenever there was a big encounter, an important mission, a difficult task, Lucia would always find luck was never on her side. Whether it was making things harder for her team through some backwards coincidence or things just never going according to the plan, there was always something that held her back like an invisible hand. Regardless though, she found herself coming when called, trying her best to support alongside Amane. Others might ask whether or not another supporter was useful, but Lucia had a myriad of ways to support, not necessarily in protection, but she had a means others didn't of supporting the front line. "Sylvanas, lend a hand." She spoke, her voice already carrying some hints of self-defeat. When it came to traps she wasn't particularly adept at dealing with them, shouldering them with brute force methods using her partner as help and abilities to keep herself out of the danger zone she could at least follow along without causing too much trouble.

Naturally, when she called the name and gave an order though, her large backpack suddenly jerked. From within a hand moved out undoing the clasp before flopping free from it's prison like a fish out of water. Pulling itself to it's feet was a chewed up and worn out corpse, missing half of it's face, one eye was gone and it's skull had been eaten away enough to show a hole. The eye that remained was a dead milky white color, and the only indication of it's gender was it's feminine leather armor that appeared worn by both weather and damage. It's race was difficult to discern at a glance but the ear that remained on the last bastion of head that hadn't been torn up seemed as if it extended upwards despite the tip and edge being roughly clipped by something. It's appearance was vicious and unsightly, but it's attitude was frosty and unfeeling as it did as Lucia told, advancing to the front lines along with Alpha. It's agility and skill a cut above it's summoner at least physically.

8 + 30 = 38
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Fighter
227 / 625
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78 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Covering his mouth Roland attempted to compensate for the toxic fumes he had been unknowingly inhaling. He hadn't even noticed his health bar slowly draining until a moment ago. Silently he cursed himself for not coming prepared for it, "I could have made some antidote potions to become immune to this effect, now this is going to become a gradual drain and end this expedition earlier than I had anticipated." The bright side was that they hadn't chosen the hardest of the three paths, meaning they shouldn't have to deal with anything to particularly difficult.

Slowly the group prodded forward and though the path was illuminated by Roland's vials, its terrain remained difficult to overcome. A small shield appeared around the group, thanks to Amane, with a nod and smile Roland thanked her for the consideration. It wouldn't help with the toxic fumes, but it would at least help with the sudden falling rocks. Alpha seemed to traverse the area with ease as was to be expected, but Lucia didn't seem so lucky as she tripped over a few of the fallen pieces of earth. Suddenly she uttered something, and a human sized zombie slowly began to crawl out of her backpack. Stunned Roland turned on his heels unsheathing his blades, "Wha-" he babbled as he pointed a sword at the zombie, "What is that!" He had never seen necromancy in the game before, surely the girl didn't have access to such a skill.

80 + 40 = 120
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter
347 / 625
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@Amane Hirota @Alphabet Chocolate @Lucia Mierz

 

@Amane Hirota

 

58 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Giving a start when the zombie-looking creature crawled its way out of Lucia's pack before flopping grostequely on the cavern floor, Amane involuntarily took a step backwards, her first instinct to back away from the undead monster. Though she'd never personally faced one in combat before, even in a fantasy world, a creature so unnatural and abhorrent had only ever registered in her mind as an enemy — until now that was. "That's not beast-taming, is it?" She asked, part wary, though at the same time almost morbidly curious, her frame relaxing a little when Sylvanas crawled away and to the front. Though all around disgusting to look at, the felis had to admit that his back view was a lot kinder on the eyes.

As the party ventured further into the depths of the tunnel network, the less travelled and maintained the paths became, what was once surmountable obstacles giving way to nigh untraversable terrain for the regretably unacrobatic mage. This wasn't the first time that her pure magic built had worked against her, and if it weren't for the fact that more athletic means of combat weren't her kind of thing, the felis would have considered picking up a mastery like Rogue a long time ago, if only for the increased quality of life. Certainly, if she had she wouldn't be scrambling, undignified, over wreckage, rocks, and other debris. Biting back a curse as she skiddled on some loose stones, Amane diverted her attention away from her surroundings to trace a couple of symbols in the air, trusting her group to keep an eye out as she prepared a spell for heightened mobility. Roland and the young girl probably didn't require it, but hopefully the zombie-tamer would find it at least somewhat useful. "You would think we'd come across a wrym by now," she said dryly, in the midst of her casting.

58 + 0 = 58 (Natural Roll)
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Support
347 / 625
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OOC: @Roland Rutledge, @Lucia Mierz, @Alphabet Chocolate. Sorry for the late reply!

 

74 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Alpha stared at the humanoid abomination which began to crawl out of Lucia's pack with wide eyes and a hitched breath. Memories flashed through her mind: Terry, the Risen, the statues... it wasn't pleasant. Not to mention the sight of Lucia's head rolling away on the floor as she herself cuddled against the cold, lifeless body of her former companion. First came surprise. Then came grief. Finally, it went down to pure, unadulterated anger at the sight of what had robbed her of so many things; the sight of what constituted as a sliver of cruel reality amidst her fantastical wonderland of play.

"Sylvanas," she mumbled under her breath, shadows covering her light blue eyes. She froze, still and motionless, when the undead creation swiftly made it to the front—next to her. Her legs trembled, her face a pale reflection, and her fingers twitching like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. She heaved and felt she couldn't breathe and, as she did so, she felt her hand move to grasp her dagger by the handle.

Without further ado, she thrust her blade, coated in the magic of life and nature, straight into the creature's abdomen. She was careless in her movements, accidentally slicing through her flesh in her haste. Her blood mixed in with the bones of Sylvanas as she dragged her blade upward, attempting to cleave the creation in two.

Whether it was effective or not didn't matter. Whether it had struck or not didn't matter. She just wanted to have Terry by her side again.

The Mist Wolf Fragment glowed a bit brighter, helping to illuminate the cave which had been under the effects of Roland's potion. It was almost as if it was comforting her and, as it did so, she felt bile rise up her throat. This wasn't fun.

38 + 40 = 78
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter
425 / 625
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@Roland Rutledge @Lucia Mierz @Amane Hirota

 

50 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Lucia continued with a bitter expression, her health still plummeting as she'd expected. Her luck was as tragic as always. The traps alone weren't her only opponent at this point, the traps triggered by others were also causing her trouble, while they might have been agile enough to escape them, she certainly wasn't. Rather then complain though, she tried to tighten her belt, even if she maintained her pessimism, what could she do? For some reason fate seemed to favor others; she could only denote it to a handicap given to her because of her dreams and ambitions. Hearing the concerns of the others though, Lucia was a little surprised. While Sylvanas had bothered or disturbed others, this was the first time the undead had been received so viciously after coming out of her bag. "No, not Beast Taming; Necromancy, Sylvanas is my Thrall... Though I'm still in the process of building her up." Lucia admitted, her smile still somewhat faint from all of the trauma she'd taken.

It was only when Alpha began to attack Sylvanas that she grew more alert and worried. The blade itself did plenty of damage, but the creature didn't fall, or even twitch for that matter as it watched the blade sink in, too slow to react to someone as quick as Alpha. Despite the damage it didn't fall though, Lavender light coming from it's injury, mending what was broken little by little. Sylvanas was a puppet, one that was meant to bend but never break in the face of danger, the one who would one day lead Lucia's Kingdom of Undead as either a Queen or a Grand General-- Perhaps both? Lucia spared no effort in supporting her, but seeing her stabbed so brutally by an ally wasn't a welcome sight at all. "Sylvanas! Regen, hurry!" She spoke, not wanting all of her efforts to go to waste as she made an effort to close the distance. Even though she got more hurt from the traps, she wouldn't just let Sylvanas be turned into mulch. Pulling the corpse that had trouble removing Alpha's dagger away, Lucia tried to tug the remains to a safe place before casting spell after spell to try and repair the damage done. "I can understand being a little worried, but seriously? Sylvanas isn't some kind of bloody witch or hate filled killer-- Don't be so racist." Lucia couldn't help accusing. Attacking something just for being undead was a prejudice that would harm the kingdom she hoped to build. While trying to rebuild Sylvanas' body she couldn't help growing more frantic.

35 + 30 = 65
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Fighter
490 / 625
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73 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

"Nercomancy?" Roland questions as he regained his composure, "I wasn't aware that was even an option within the game." Suppressing a grimace Roland's thought immediately turned to the Vermillion house and their infatuation with the undead. It was clear that this was the girl they were looking for. Roland made a mental note, storing it away for later. Despite the type of magic she used he had no reason to think Lucia was anything but a normal player that happened upon a hidden secret, still, that secret may be worth something to selective ears.

A low rumble snapped Roland out of his thoughts, as he twisted to see the source of the noise. Barrelling down the path from which they came was a large worm like creature nearly the size of a stable. "D-Damn! Kill it before it crushes us!" Roland shouted while unsheathing both his blades with a flourish. They didn't have much time until the creature would be upon them, given the size of the tunnel there wasn't enough room for the party and the wurm to exist at the same time, something would have to break. Wasting no time Roland charged forward, jumping onto the creature's nose and digging his swords in and out of its head.

76+ 40 = 116
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter
606 / 625
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@Amane Hirota @Alphabet Chocolate @Lucia Mierz

 

52 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

The atmosphere around the group had been pretty relaxed as they soldiered down the path. Sure, Amane was a little annoyed with all the traps, the minor inconveniences all adding up to be quite a bother the longer they remained in the cave, and the necromancer too looked pretty put out herself. But with the youngest of the party's spirited movements setting a rather dynamic pace for their exploration, while she wouldn't go quite so far as to call it camaraderie, there had been at least an air of affability around them, a willingness to cooperate and work together.

That mood had quickly shattered though when, stunned, the felis watched as the young girl pulled out a dagger to recklessly bury it within Sylvanas, spilling even her own blood in the process. Though Amane noted that the girl didn't seem to notice, her face arrested in an expression that if she had to try and name, she'd say looked like a mix of desperation, fury, and grief; the countenance so very foreign on a face barely older than a child's. What could she have thought of, that was so all-consuming as to mask out even the pain of slicing herself as inconsequential? Whatever it was, it left even herself a little shaken — suddenly, for the second in which she glimpsed that expression, the world seemed all too frighteningly real. She supposed one just...really doesn't expect to see such raw, genuine emotion in what should have been nothing more than a fictitious reality.

She vaguely registered the black haired woman pulling her summon aside, shouting several phrases accusingly, but before her mind could get a grasp on the full situation, a rumble promptly resounded beneath her feet, and Roland's warning barely grabbed her attention before the wrym was practically on them. This was bad — their party's health was low, not only from the constant obstacles that'd plagued them throughout the whole journey down, but also because of the recent...altercation, she noted, her eyes flicking to the corner of her vision where her UI sat. She couldn't seen Sylvanas' health — not like she could the young girl's — but she assumed that it was in a similarly bad, or even worse shape. Letting a half sigh, half groan hiss through her teeth, Amane rushed through the beginning few words of an AOE healing spell, her tongue tripping over some of the unfamiliar characters in her haste, though thankfully never badly enough that the game didn't recognise her words. With any luck, it would be cast on the whole party, including any summons, before the wrym got a change to get an attack in.

74 + 0 = 74 (Natural Roll)
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606 / 625
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OOC: @Roland Rutledge, @Alphabet Chocolate, @Lucia Mierz

 

61 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Alpha shuddered as her blade slipped out of Sylvanas' body, pulled out by Lucia shot her blunt, accusing words. She stumbled, shocked, from Lucia's negative reaction. It was as if she hadn't been expecting it in the slightest.

She fell quiet for a moment, staring wide-eyed at the couple, before looked down to the ground ashamedly. The sudden encounter with the undead had left her with an instinctive reaction that had been a remnant of Terry's gruesome death. She hadn't intentionally plotted out to harm the creature and to have left a disappointing impression on her acquaintance to this extent wasn't easy on her.

Despite her unintelligible mumbling, however, she didn't feel sorry for the zombie-like abomination; rather, she felt sorry that the relationship between her and Lucia was stifled by the event. Bitter feelings drowned out much of her empathy for these stumbling, humanoid beasts.

She was deep in her thoughts, little attention paid, when the gigantic worm-like creature blazed through the cave, catching her off-guard, and knocked her onto the floor. Now, with her entire body aching, her face looking up into the dim ceiling, and her back embracing the cold floor, she really regretted her decision of coming here.

"I hate my life," she moaned, her previous enthusiasm replaced with a pessimistic mood. "Someone tell a joke or something!"

She rolled over and plopped on her stomach, her angsty scream muffled by the rocks below. Maybe she was hitting her juvenile delinquent phase.

58 + 40 = 98
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter
704 / 625
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@Roland Rutledge @Lucia Mierz @Amane Hirota

 

25 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

With a small smile, faint from the stress of repairing her partner, Lucia nodded back. "It's a hard to find secret I suppose? I stumbled upon it once from a few coincidences piling up... It was given to me by a Goddess in a Raid." She explained with a dry laugh, meeting a goddess, it was still a strange thing to consider for a player who lived in the real world where deities were such detached and perplexing things that were always very sensitive subjects in one way or another. In game she'd met one though, even been hugged and felt the softness of their chest-- it was certainly something hard to describe in a myriad of ways. "Now's not exactly the time to go into detail though." She spoke when the rumbling seemed to approach.

With a frown, she was thrown back, much like Alpha, her damage clear as the one who'd been thrashed the hardest among the others. Rather then dwelling on that though, her concern only grew because of Sylvanas's dedication. Even in such a situation, the Thrall grabbed Lucia's flailing body that struggled under the impact to stabilize her. The corpse was pouring everything into Lucia's survival, smashing rocks from the air with one hand while making sure Lucia didn't crash against the stones with with the other. "Sylvanas... You deserve a rest." She spoke with a frown, stretching a hand forward clearly upset as she continued. "I have a joke; what has no arms, no legs and is under new management." She spoke as the Elven corpse began to try and retreat into Lucia's bag where it flopped out. It's frame going limp once it was within, while Lucia gestured with her hand towards the invading wyrm.

Every sharp gesture created more and more black fog that seemed to spread from her feet slowly whirling about like a gentle breeze was stirring it. As it crept forward it left behind blackened and melted stone as well as tainted and irradiated soil. The fog itself navigated around allies as it tried to flow into the large wyrm creature in an attempt to rot it to death, akin to a flesh eating virus. "All I needed was one, with a thrall like you clearing the others won't be hard." She spoke spitting the red from her mouth knowing just how much she'd been hurt from this adventure, it'd be worth it to walk home with a wyrm corpse to take care of her.

3 + 30 = 33
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Fighter
737 / 625
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((Everyone now has to make a short exit post))

With a deep sigh, Roland watched as Lucia's fog managed to annihilate what was remaining of the wurm. The girl seemed to be on a completely different level of spell casting than what he had seen, then again Amane's protection spells were nothing to cough at. Really Roland lacked a deeper understanding of the mastery and would need to work on learning more about it. Pushing such thoughts aside he continued forward, revealing a path that exited upwards. "I guess that's good enough for today!" he said, leaving the area.