The Bandit King | Page 7

The Bandit King
Discussion in 'S3 Completed' started by Raid Master, Feb 11, 2018.
    • 320 HP
    • 55 EN




    Iván was mightily impressed at how their group was able to work together. Finally. All it took was apparently the right incentive, which was ironic considering they were now working with the target they were hired to eliminate in the first place. Iván appreciated the humor in that and could almost laugh…if it wasn’t for the next turn of events.

    Although Iván was successful with hitting the Queen with his illusion, and the others seemed to have her handled, their victory, or at least the glimmer of hope in one, didn’t last long. The Queen responded with a venomous counterattack that got everyone, especially those in the front line. Endilix and Zeus in particular looked the worse for wear. Inspired by the other spell casters before him, Iván brought up his panel of spells once more and chose something that would deal more damage against the Queen.

    "Seems like the perfect time to try something that would actually hurt," Iván deadpanned, channeling his energy and unleashing a pinkish bolt of disruptive illusion magic at the Queen.

    Action Summary: Iván uses illusion magic, specifically a phantasm spell, to inflict illusory pain against the Queen’s psyche.

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    • 370 HP
    • 75 EN



    Everything was fire.

    Blinding, stinging, electric pain coursed through every fiber of Madison's being.

    Could've been worse; she could've changed her settings back to more realistic pain. Then she could have felt her flesh burning and bubbling! Wouldn't that have been neat?

    Teeth bared, jaw clenched, and knuckles white, the young witch desperately tried to focus her thoughts. Pushing through the pain, she could make out the blurry outlines of her teammates and their efforts against the queen ant. Spell after spell was thrown at the monster, with a battered and almost broken Zeus focusing on one side of it while everyone else threw everything they had at the left.

    Wiping clear the ant's venom from her eyes, Madison quickly checked her stats.

    One more spell, she hissed to herself. Come on you idiot, you can do it.

    The attempt to blind the queen hadn't gone well. In fact, it looked like it did nothing at all. That's okay--she could just... ah, how did her dad always put it? Try harder? Be better?

    It went against every instinct she had, but she flipped through her menu, her fingers numb and shaking from the effects of the venom spray. Once she made her way to her spell list, Madison settled on the first one she came across. It was one of the first things she learned since she started adventuring; a little something that drained the life of her targets. It was rudimentary Black Magic, but at this point everyone was throwing whatever they had at the queen and seeing what stuck into her.

    Something basic, something primal would work for her.

    With a laser focus, Madison channeled every ounce of pain and suffering she felt from the venom that ate away at her into the incantation. She opened her mouth, the first syllable on the tip of her tongue, and the game took over from there.

    Action Summary: Madison throws all of her fury and hate into a reckless spell meant to drain health from the queen ant, having no regard for her own safety and life.

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    • 320 HP
    • 45 EN



    Portia's strikes barely tickled the Queen's appendage before she could feel herself giving away to the exhaustion crawling around on her system. Her idea, while beneficial to the party whose current goal was to incapacitate their opponent, seemed completely out of range for someone who still had quite the road ahead of herself in regards to power. Unable to tell whether her punches and kicks were efficient against a massive foe like this one, she kept going regardless of her body suffering the consequences of her acts, her mind sticking to the task at hand.

    Why she had been so surprised to see Zeus join in her plan was a question left unanswered, pushed to the back of her mind as she gave the elder an eager nod to signal her understanding of what they were meant to do together. Mimicking his movements with those of her own and shifting her stance accordingly as he guided her, there was an unmistakable moment of realization when she noticed the rain of spells directed at the Queen. They were some of the few who were confronting their foe with the sheer might of their physical capabilities, and it was working. It's not your skill, she reminded herself, nor your strength. Still, the truth didn't keep her from continuing. Each blow growing stronger, each strike a violent prayer they might get alive out of this, each time her fists connected against the beast a mirrored image of what the armored man tried to teach her.

    She felt... Powerful.

    The glory of their shared victory didn't last for very much longer seeing how Zeus shoved her to safety, guarding her against an impending attack she would've failed to dodge properly. That was to say, if she had been able to notice the venom fast enough in the first place. Once more at the group's rear, only then did she realize the wild beating of her heart and the dull ache consuming her limbs as the rest of her companions stepped forward and carried out tactics and attacks of their own. Meanwhile, she was starting to feel tired, lost amidst the chaos of her first real battle, her energy slowly fading away as she examined her choices.

    Quite begrudgingly, she told herself she could still push a little bit more. Wobbling back to her feet was no easy feat judging by the wince set in her pale features, and neither was to close the gap between the creature's left flank and herself. This time, she would concentrate the whole of her power on her legs in order to give her bruised knuckles a rest, thrusting her leg forward as she threw a snap kick at the weakened side of the beast.

    Action Summary: Portia joins the others in attacking the weakened left flank.

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    • 602 HP
    • 47 EN



    Aalam was starting to get annoyed, but what was happening, this ant was pissing him off right now. He had survived prisons, a crazed warden, an insane werewolf and even an angel that was sent to break his wall. He had made his way through things that would classify as hell on any other day, and he was going to be killed by an ant? By the gods above like hell he was, there was still liquor to drink and food to eat. Say nothing else of the other jobs that he would have to take up just to fix his reputation from failing this one. He was able to make it through the brunt of the venom spray because of the creature Alice, helping Endilix and well if he was honest, Vivian did have a hand I keeping him alive there. He would have so sent her a thank you present.

    Maybe he should resist every natural urge in his body and not kill her when they got out of his hellscape alive. As that thought played out in his head, common sense seemed to slap him back into right thinking. If he let her become stronger, she was going to bite him in the ass later and take a chuck out of the cheeks. As the watched all that was happening from his perk, there was a good chance that at least three of them would die in this fight. Well at least in their death they would but the man time to kill the queen. Maybe if he made it through this, he would take a vacation from bigger jobs for a while. Get some work done around the duchy; there was some low-stress work he could get done there.

    They had their orders however the man wanted to bring the beast down to the ground if he were able to cripple the right side then it would be up to them to take its right. Watching rest as he looked for the best shot from his position, it seemed that the group had found their rhythm. Well, that was to be expected being forced into a life and death situation made people want to work together. With the rest of them working to take out both flanks, he turned his attention back to the creature’s sight. “If you cannot, then you cannot fight.” Calling out an order to King over the sounds of the battle. “Star run.” So he pulled out his arrows holding as much in his hand as possible. His first arrow had managed to crack her eyes the rest would blind her this time. He had five arrows hand, and he inhaled feeling the oxygen work its way through his body. He was not the greatest archer in this game, but he was good. So he made his shots each arrow was aimed at the same eye that he had cracked earlier. Watching them fly in tight secession towards the target and king flying right behind them. Using the opportunity to try and sink his claws into the socket.

    Action reckless attack on the queen trying to blind the beast, having king follow up with an attack.

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    Cycle 9

    Endilix followed Zeus’ in this reckless footsteps despite his grave injuries, making him falter in his hammer strike. Fortunately, the attack went through with the help of his allies. First was Portia, who leaped in and performed Zeus-approved snap kicks where Endilix's hammer had hit to further weaken the spot. Then came Alice, which employed its inhuman features to break through the Queen’s chitin, exposing her soft flesh. The three's combined attack bought time for the back-line to coordinate attacks that they hoped would help the armored titan finish the creature in one fell swoop.

    Vivian began by ripping the rocks from the cavern’s ceiling with her Geomancy and let gravity do the rest, as Emil coated the the falling rocks in flame. The combined magic attack lit up the dim cavern, once again revealing the bizarre cluster of sharp crystals residing on the ceiling. As the flaming meteors fell toward the Ant Queen’s weakened left side, anyone who was in melee range would have been able to feel the searing heat as the rocks ripped through the cool air until they hit the Queen. The meteors exploded on impact, letting the molten rocks pour into the Ant Queen's exposed gap, eliciting a terrible shriek from her as she trashed about wildly, attempting to shake off the heat that was ravaging her from the inside.

    When it was Ivan’s turn to control her wild movements with his disruption spell, he found his beginner's skill not quite as effective as his last attempt. At the same time the Ant Queen dropped her guard, Madison went out of her comfort zone and took advantage of the situation her allies had set up for her and to cast a drain spell, which was rather effective.

    With his sight already set on the Queen’s cracked eye, Aalam found himself firing a volley of five arrows with the intention of finishing the job. Through his reckless positioning and combined attack with his beast, Aalam would find himself hitting the insect’s massive eyes once more, shattering the crystallized organ into thousands of pieces.

    Meanwhile, Zeus engaged the Queen’s right side, pummeling the hard chitin into a pulp with a barrage of powerful lightning-charged punches. The man’s attacks were relentless, though anyone with enough battle sense could tell that he was a lot slower than before, a hint that his weathered body cannot keep up with his zeal. He was old and extended battles such as this one was tough on him. Yet, he maintained his heroic image as he pushed himself even harder than before. What kind of hero crumbles in the face of danger? What kind of hero cannot push themselves past their limit? Even if his body cannot keep up with his ideal, he was Zeus, he had no limit.

    As the Queen began thrashing around from the players' combined attack, Zeus took advantage of the Queen shifting her defense to the other side and leaped into the air once more with his lightning punch. He then pulled his dominant leg upward, readying a stomp move that went right through her wings and punctured her chest. The impact shattered her large ligament that held two of the legs together. His strike was so potent that he ended up inside the cavity he had made in the Queen's chest, though he quickly had to get out as the Queen’s venom glands were dispensing poison. Landing back onto the ground, Zeus stood tall, though ragged in breaths. He was quickly running out of fuel.

    Sustaining heavy damage from both the players and Zeus, the Ant Queen shrieked louder than all of the other times as her shell began to glow red.

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    Ultra Enraged Ant Queen
    ❰ 623 / 9000 HP ❱

    Crystal Molt: Immune to all damage for 1 cycle
    Renewed Form: Heal 500 HP

    Despite the time Lucia has spent in Terrasphere, this was likely her first time seeing an Ultra Reckless status, which have never been seen before by any player. Before those who had intruded upon her lair and sought to destroy her, the Ant Queen entered a grotesque transformation. Within seconds, the same crystal that hung from the ceiling burst out of the insect’s exoskeleton as she molted. Once the bits and pieces of her own shell fell to the ground, her new form became visible. The Ant Queen was now fully covered in a reflective red-purplish crystallized coating. On her back was a cluster of glowing green crystals. A glowing lime green liquid dripped from her crystallized pincers, which had become a set of six once more.

    When her transformation was complete, she retaliated.

    Turning toward those who attacked her in melee range, the Crystallized Queen opened up her pincers and attempted to crush both Endilix and Portia. She would have succeeded in snapping both of them in half had it not been for Alice who sacrificed herself by stopping the pincers from closing for a few seconds, allowing them to make their escape. Endilix found himself 123 HP short of surviving the attack, however. Then, the Crystallized Queen turned to those who kept their distance at range and pressed her chest closer to the ground before she fired off the toxic green crystallized spikes from her back, raining down the sharp projectiles onto them, if the spikes touched any of them, they would have experienced excruciating pain as the venom wrecked havoc on their internal systems.

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    Damage Result
    • Players dealt 1143 damage to the Queen.
    • Zeus dealt 1968 damage (984*2 from crit) to the Queen.
    • A total of 3101 damage was dealt to the Ant Queen, putting her at 123 HP (0.013%).
    • The Queen is now in Ultra Enraged mode. She molted, healed 500 HP, and became fully crystallized.
    • The Ultra Enraged Mode has given her the status Crystal Molt: Immune to all damages for 1 cycle.
    • Renewed Form: The Queen healed 500 HP and became fully crystallized.

    Energy

    The Queen attacks

    As Zeus witnessed rest of the group fall one by one from the Queen’s attacks and Endilix's death without being able to do anything, the armored giant trembled with great anger. The ray of lightning that crackled from his eye socket turned red as a reddish aura began to flow upward from his body like smoke. Hunching over, Zeus let out an inhuman roar as he channeled every ounce of rage circulating in his body into his fists.

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    Enraged Zeus
    ❰ 1205 / 8000 HP ❱

    Dashing into the Crystallized Queen’s touch range, he dodged her deadly pincers and regrown crystal legs and tail. In his enraged berserking state, Zeus empowered his fists with red lightning that crackled dangerously up and down his arms. Ignoring the Queen’s invulnerable state, the armored berserker destroyed two of the Queen’s legs and tore one of her crystal wings into pieces with his fists. When a set of the pincers caught him, Zeus grabbed onto both of the steadily closing pincers, tucking it beneath his arms and snapped them clean off.

    When an opportunity presented itself, Zeus mounted the Queen’s back and began pummeling away at a particular spot, drawing every ounce of energy he had left into his fists, chipping away at the armor that protected her heart. If he can just go through that spot, he would be able to get to the core that has kept the monster alive all this time.

    Unlike other standalone limbs, however, the crystallized coating on the ant’s back stayed invulnerable even to his lightning. After a relentlessly punching away at it, Zeus lightning went out. Even without his legendary lightning, he continued punching away with his dominant fist, using nothing but raw strength. The final time he struck the Queen, he put so much physical force behind the impact that he shattered his gauntlet, breaking what many regarded as the unbreakable Champion Armor. Just as the gauntlet began to disintegrate from his fist up to his elbow, Zeus continued punching the Queen until the bones in his fist misaligned and his blood dyed it red.

    As he continued to send his tattered bare fist down on the Crystallized Ant Queen, she began to flap her remaining wings and took off into the air, ramming her back against the crystal hanging down from the cave’s ceiling. The impact put one of the crystals through Zeus’s midsection, breaking his already broken armor...

    Lucia’s prayers went unanswered as horror and hopelessness unfolded before her. However, the harder she prayed, the lower her HP dropped.

    The moment her health reached zero, Lucia, the rest of the party, and Zeus found themselves standing inside a white space that was completely devoid of any material other than the 9 people within the vicinity of one another. Every one of them appeared in their tattered state. Zeus had lost half of his Champion Armor, leaving his face half-covered. Endilix was sprawled out on the ground, seemingly able to move as though he was completely undamaged.

    Before them stood a young-looking woman with snow white hair and an emotionless face, a face Lucia had seen once before, but have never been able to forget. Zeus was the first to speak.

    Aah, so you have come for me, Synra, the GUARDIAN of the UNDERWORLD. Have I LOST the battle and they…

    He pointed at the group.

    … forfeited their LIVES?

    Synra looked up at Zeus and shook her head.

    If not to DELIVER us to the afterlife, then why?

    Synra pointed at Lucia, who drew Zeus’ stare.

    She TRADED her LIFE for us to have an audience with YOU?

    Synra nodded.

    OH NON!!!


    Zeus turned his head toward Lucia and spoke in a voice louder than usual.

    Are you OUTTA your bloody MIND?!!! We are talking to the GODDESS of the UNDERWORLD, herself!!!

    Zeus quickly turned his attention back to Synra, when she tugged at his armored arm. Looking down at the girl, he noticed that she was pointing to her right eye.

    You want to EXCHANGE my remaining eye for your power? Hmm…

    Zeus cupped his chin and let the thought stir inside his head briefly.

    Do you think you can take these FISTS then? I want to hold on to my GOOD eye so I can watch these children grow up into FINE people.

    I am OLD and can no longer protect anyone with these FISTS, it is time I LAY DOWN my arms for good, but I hope to get one more VICTORY before I go, would that be ACCEPTABLE?


    Zeus put both of his hands into Synra’s dainty pair. However, she shook her head as she grabbed onto his dominant arm and nuzzled it against her cheek, allowing him to feel her cold, porcelain skin. When she took a couple of steps backward, she plucked Zeus forearm from his elbow joint, leaving his blood dripping onto the floor in big glop. Zeus did not react as it appears that pain was not a concept within this godly realm.

    Within the blink of the eye, everyone was back to their original position. However, Endilix found himself alive once more, despite clearly being dead a few minutes ago. Lucia too found herself in a similar state.

    The next time Zeus opened his eye, he found himself still mounted atop the Crystallized Queen, who had landed on the ground again. When his sensations fully returned, he could feel intense pain from the missing arm, as well as the gape at his midsection. Just as he was looking down at his missing arm, he could make out a faint outline of Synra, who was hanging onto what was left of his arm. Knowing that he had paid the price for her borrowed power, Zeus drew his arm back as he always had, when a phantom limb manifested in place of his missing limb.

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    Deitic Smash!!!

    As he drove his arm down at the Crystallized insect, a purplish smoke began to dissipate from the godly fist, generating so much magical force that at the moment of impact, the entire lair was engulfed by blinding light, followed by a powerful blast of then, and then a charge of violet lightning crackling on the ground, radiating outward and zapping everything in its path. The Queen's crystal armor began to crack before shattering into a million pieces that shimmered as they fell to the ground. All traces of Synra vanished afterward as though they were never there.

    The Queen let out horrified shrieks from pain and anger as she was exposed once more. This time, her Crystal Molt no longer in effect. However, she was still in her grotesque form, ready to wipe out the rest of the group.

    Zeus looked toward the group and formed a large smile before speaking louder than he ever had.

    FIGHT, LIVE, AND BE REMEMBERED, FOR THE MEMORIES OF HEROES NEVER DIE!!!


    Zeus then fell to the ground as his armor de-materialized. There was a massive thud that resounded loudly throughout the lair. His status appeared to be unreadable as the Ant Queen charged toward the group. Even though she no longer had her crystal armor, she still have the growing green crystals on her back, a half-crystallized tail with a massive sting at the end, and four usable pincers.

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    Zeus
    ❰ ??? / 8000 HP ❱
     
    • 50/500 HP
    • 25/100 EN


    Being woken up by an undead is probably one of the strangest things. Having that undead sacrifice itself for you? Even stranger. But it hadn't been enough. Endilix was cut down, and he knew he would be. As he fell to his knees, he considered how painful this might have otherwise been if he had left his pain settings on realistic. Not much else to think about, really, when dying. Especially when you know it isn't really the end. Endilix had tried his best. That was enough for the man.

    Much to Endilix's surprise, as he closed his eyes to wake up again again wherever he respawned in this game, he opened them again in a completely white room. "Heaven? In a game like this?" he asked softly. "I guess dying isn't so simple after all..." he muttered, as he sat up, only to see Zeus and everyone around him. "Oh. We all died," he said, as Zeus went on about much the same thing.

    But his attention was drawn to the girl that Zeus stated was a goddess. Ah, what a strange sight, being greeted by a goddess herself upon death. Now he really was starting to feel important. Endilix supposed that dying in the presence of a true hero elicited some special welcome. Yet, as the exchange played out, and Zeus spoke of self sacrifice, Endilix's blood ran cold.

    He was watching Zeus bargain with a goddess for their lives.

    Endilix thought to cry out, as the girl pulled Zeus' arm free of his body. As he watched the blood flow freely from the man's missing appendage. But just as soon as the deal was made, everything was back in the hellish cavern that Endilix had only moments before lost his life in. His lungs filled with the stale air, and he could still feel the tingle of pain that had originally signified his death.

    Slowly, he found his feet and watched in awe as Zeus delivered what could only be described as an attack delivered by a god. Hammer gripped tight in one hand, shield gripped tight in the other, his knuckles white as he was blinded by the awesome display. But yet, he didn't shield his eyes. He didn't want to miss the aftermath. It didn't disappoint, as the creature's armor was dispelled in an instant, and she writhed in anger and agony.

    Zeus had given it his all. Now it was time for the rest of them to finish the job.

    Not wasting any time, Endilix charged forward after Zeus fell, using the chaos to his advantage. As the queen screamed and writhed, Endilix grabbed onto one of her pincers, and used the momentum of her writhing agony to let her launch him into the air. Everything seemed to slow down as Endilix flew, and he found himself at eye level within moments. He was after the damaged eye that Aalam had taken care of. He was going straight for the brain.

    In a wide arc, Endilix held his hammer high above his head with both hands, wind buffeting him as he fell back to the Queen's face. He fell hard onto her chitin, and it took all he had to land on his feet as she writhed, before the man drove his hammer as hard as he could into her destroyed eye cavity, using the momentum from his fall to his advantage.

    With enough tenacity, and enough mistakes made by the opponent. Even Pawns can take out a Queen.

    Action Summary: Endilix uses the Queen's pincer to launch himself onto her head, delivering a blow to her shattered eye cavity with his hammer. 171 Reckless Damage, no Modifiers.

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    • 28 HP
    • 70 EN

    • -10 From Poison

    Vivian was a woman born with ambition. It flowed through her veins as much as the blood of passion ran through her. Despite the world being given to her on a silver platter in the physical world, the devout child of Ahra could only feel as though she felt incomplete during this trying time. With the aid of the others, her perception of time slowed. Each one of them giving life and limb to help save what could be easily described as a God being reborn with power. The heroic spirit channeled his power and despite his urges and pleas, he had failed at what he had set out to do.

    As if to add insult to injury, despite all the damage from their combined strengths, the queen of the ants had evolved into something even more horrible. Vivian looked on with bitter disgust and hate, to have her power become so easily knocked away by a simple transformation. She sat up on her knees, blood pooling around her lips as she looked on as the glowing transformation took place. Her azure eyes concentrated as she held her wound and watched with envy as the creature remained alive. “What is it going to take?” It was a question to her, spoken to herself, answered by her. Her sore neck twisted to Lady Lucia who had been standing and praying the entire time.

    Wracked with pain and poison, Vivian fell from the blast. A buzzing in her ear, her body ransacked with pain and dizziness. She shifted as she lay on the ground, heart pumping hard fueling adrenaline through her veins to sit up right. Her dust covered face watched the ceiling glow with fire as she lay there, gripping the wound in her gut as the poison ran through her like a cancer. She sat up and shook her head, her arm was battered, her clothing a mess, her hat…Where the hell did her hat get off to now? She looked both left and right as she held the wound in her gut, the status infliction visible on her HUD as she was poisoned and with a scant bit of HP left. What a night it had turned out to be. What brought her out of her daze was the channeled roar from Zeus. Her head twisted, and hair unfurled off her bare shoulder.

    The goliath roared in an enraged state, as his fists double timed upon the crystalized enraged ant queen. Pure power ripped through crystal with the beating of his massive fists. Vivian’s eyes could not look away as the Hero battered and stormed the mighty, crystallized exoskeleton. But every thrash of his massive arms took chunks of matter and muscle away exposing blood and bone. Thrashing wildly to such a degree would only end up in him losing his arms. The sight was truly…aspiring, but Vivian felt nothing of the heroic moment. She burned with hate that her magic was not good enough, she burned with hate that the pieces of the puzzle did fall through, she burned with hate that she could not control the situation because of who she was. She sat up, placing a hand on her knee as she watched on. Watched! She could not do anything and it made her blood boil. She was supposed to have EVERYTHING! EVERTHING and EVERYONE were supposed to obey. She clenched her teeth, pain and anger on her face as she roared to life and brought herself to her bare feet. “Gods be damn—!!“ White took her sight as the floor of the cavern burned with light.

    Where there had been pain, there was a serenity of feeling. They were now in the presence of the Goddess Synra, Lucia’s Matriarch. Standing still and watching the conversation unfold between the silent Goddess and the Hero of Justice, Vivian could only watch with a mouth agape. How often she dreamed to see a Goddess, during her spiritual rituals she had only felt the presence of Ahra, but she never saw her. She lowered her head, Lucia had been devoted to Synra the entire time and when she really needed her, there she was. Vivian’s eyes burned with anger still, her bloody lips curled with seething rage, this…this…feeling of jealousy burned her more than the poison and pain moments ago. She clenched her fists as the deal was made between the Silent and the Heroic. Once more heat, pain and disorder were amassed as they were once more hurled into the flight of battle. The Dark Witch stood upon crumbled rock, that horrible pain tracing through every pulsating spark of life in her body as if she were set ablaze.

    Once more, their Heroic Champion was spurred by his lust for Justice. Ravaging the shell of the Enraged Ant Queen with his new found vigor thanks to the aid of Synra, the mighty Hero of Ages set a crashing arm down upon the massive insect shattering the shell. Purple light showered the ground from the deitic blast of his power. As if to give life to the members of the party, the Hero spoke loud and proud offering them renown in his speech.

    …for the memories of heroes never die…​

    “I will not be a memory!” There was a sudden beat of her heart, but it didn’t feel like her heart that was beating. Her azure eyes were wide, two pulsating beats within her chest. What was that? Then there was a laugh, a voice inside her head. It was deep, resonating with power as it churned her stomach. She gripped the wound at her side as she was tortured from the pain. But she withstood it, her eyes blankly looking on as she felt fire on her flesh, her right arm burned with succor as her eyes turned from the azure to a deep crimson red. The pulsating in her mind and heart continued as she attempted to decipher the words that spoken within her mind. “Who is that? Why are you in my mind?” The voice laughed, it sounded like her laugh, something condescending and disrespectful. But within her mind burned an image of something, a shadow, a creeping power. Her arm burned and blistered more as hot fire seemed to scorch her flesh, but she saw no flame, no indication she was on fire or burned.

    She remembered the Hero had given his arms in aid for the others, had Synra also given them a little taste of deitic power as well? Or was this Zeus’ doing? Had his power transferred through them on some Godly intervention? But it didn’t feel heroic; it didn’t feel like a God…it felt more like a demon. Heat, fire, burning…Destructive. She gripped her shoulder as the laughing inside her mind grew more and more. She clenched her teeth again, borrowed power at her fingertips. She attempted to sync up the powers that was being offered to her, if only it was enough. She was battered, broken, pained, poisoned, bruised; all the pain both physically and mentally. She clawed her way inside her mind attempting to search for the voice that was growing louder and louder inside. She shook her head, images of destructive hellfire coursing all around as the world was lit up with blackened flame, she herself sitting upon a throne in total darkness. She reached, attempted to pull and resurrect that demonic power for herself. In this damned world, a plane far beyond she could imagine, her reach was too short. She stood at the mercy of something horrible yet felt strangely at peace. “If for just a taste…If for just a moment… I forsake it all, just give me the goddamn power…!” but her body was against her, the laughing continued as if to betray her. The unseen fire on her arm continued to wrap around despite her intentions of harnessing the possession. She was to give in for that moment, just for a taste…

    As her eyes and her world returned, she saw in her hand the flickering darkness of a wild black fire. It danced in the palm of her hand as a childish flame, dripping with malevolence and a deep, dark power. The burning in her eyes gave way to a manifested deep Cimmerian red. She could feel the blistering heat burn her entire arm as she held onto this dark flame. “What is this?...” she asked to herself. A unholy voice answered back, “It is but a taste,” it laughed. Was she going insane? Was she really hearing these words in her mind or was she so wracked with pain that she was imagining it all, forcing herself to play out this psychodrama? This taste of power would not be enough to stop the ant queen. Her arm felt like it was about to burn away; wither from holding such a strong, unholy power. Her eyes flickering from the azure to the Cimmerian red. What was she to do with it? This was a weak manifestation of what she wanted, but it was something…anything. She didn’t want to be a hero; she didn’t want to be a faded memory. She just wanted power! She wanted to rule this world! But to do that! She must sign away her fate! She had to drop to her knees like some god damn peasant! She had to gravel at the feet of a demon! So be it! If that is what it was meant, she would cast it all for just that taste only to have it grow inside of her in the future. She did not bow her head in thanks; she would not kiss the foot. She would demand more and more and more!

    Twisting the vile darkness flame in her hand she called out with a booming thunder in her voice as she hurled the dark power at her foe. As if the black flame had been but a spark of fire, as it was hurled forward it came to be a mass of black fiery dragon. It’s mouth agape as it moved towards the Enraged Ant Queen, roaring with silent darkness as it rushed forward controlled by the unknown energy that was summoned from the grips of some unknown hellish world. The dragon of the darkness flame moved and vanished as it made a head on collision with Ant Queen. Vivian stood, her expression changed from anger to a distant, confused melancholy. She stood but would not say a word as the scorched marks of dark fires smoked from her right arm, now but a memory of that taste of power.

     
    • 135 HP
    • 45 EN

    • Poisoned -10 HP



    "Shit," Iván’s confidence waned a little bit as he realized that his attempt to hurt the Queen didn’t seem to work as much as he had hoped, as much as his illusion had earlier, as much as he needed it to.

    The rest of the group seemed to have better luck, with Portia and Zeus taking on the Queen head on. Endilix wasn’t looking good but he was still trying. Iván scoffed at how stupid he was being but at the same time he admired his heroics. The illusionist could only hope he was as strong and brave as the redhead to be fighting the beast up close. Vivian, Madison, and Aalam chose to fight from a safe distance, a smarter option, with Vivian using what seemed to be Geomancy, Madison some sort of spell, and Aalam with the more traditional approach of a volley of arrows. They seemed to be doing just fine. That was, until the Queen suddenly transformed.

    Iván was stunned, both out of fear and bewilderment. "Could all beasts of such level do the same?" Maybe. It was a possibility. The Queen struck him as some sort of boss. Perhaps all boss monsters can trigger a transformation. Through Investigation Mode, Iván found out that it healed itself somewhat. Gritting his teeth, he wondered if other boss monsters would be this much of a pain in the ass.

    His thoughts were interrupted by the Queen’s counterattack. Toxic green crystallized spikes rained down on them and caught Iván in his right shoulder. He screamed in pain, as he deeply felt the excruciating venom course through his veins. He stumbled backwards, back against the wall, knees buckling, feet having a hard time propping him up. He put a hand near the spikes in his shoulder, stared at them, wincing. Things had gone from to worse for all of them.

    That was when he heard Zeus roar. Iván was in complete awe as he witnessed Zeus’ own transformation. He thought he had already seen the legend behind the man. He thought wrong, and for the first time in his life, he liked having thought wrong. Zeus was indeed living up to the legend, but he was also living up to the stereotype. The man was overcome with emotion, and Iván noted how Zeus wasn’t using his head as much as he was using his fists.

    Iván found it hard to get back up, fully on his own two feet, but he still tried. He wanted to yell out at Zeus, maybe help him realize there was a better plan, that they could utilize his strength more efficiently. But the Queen got to Zeus first and then everything turned white. Although confused, Iván maintained his composure. He listened to the interaction between Zeus and the Guardian of the Underworld, Synra. Interesting… This was the first time Iván went on a mission for the Aristocracy and it definitely had a lot of firsts, Iván expected as much. What he had not expected was to make contact with such a creature as Synra. He wanted to ask her a question, find something out, discuss all the knowledge she could, did, bear, but because a thousand thoughts flooded his mind, distracting him from the actual event, he lost the time he was merely given as part of the audience.

    As soon as Synra had appeared, she was gone. All the white was replaced by what had always been in front of them. Iván gritted his teeth at losing his chance to talk to such a creature, but then again, he didn’t really have anything to talk about. He was new. He has yet to die. Perhaps that would be remedied soon.

    Zeus continued bashing the Queen, which ended in what seemed to be his death. Iván had not expected that as well. It was strange, the fact that he was on a mission to kill Zeus, and now, Zeus was seemingly dead. It was mission accomplished. But the man had sacrificed himself for them, for him. Iván was the very definition of conflicted. It was a game. It was just a game. But why was he so affected by this death. Was it because it made him realize he could have chosen the wrong side? Was it because it made him think about how even mere programming, despite being so advanced, would still choose bravery, self-sacrifice, heroics, things Iván considered stupid?

    What ever it was, Iván wasn’t going to just stand there and waste his time thinking. There was a time for thinking and a time for not dying in place. Spurred by desperation, and a tad bit of anger, Iván switched on Assist Mode as the word reckless figuratively appeared on his forehead. If he was going to die, too, he’ll do it fighting. He’ll try taking the Queen with him. He wasn’t afraid of death. At least, not in this game. At the very least, he was going to experience something new. Maybe he’ll even hit it up with Synra. He could’ve chosen flight over fight. It would’ve been the smarter option. But Iván wasn’t feeling like Iván at this moment. Iván was going to try something else, something stupid.

    "Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time,” Ivan whispered to himself. "I feel alive and the world, I'll turn it inside out."

    Action Summary: Iván uses a phantasm spell through his illusion magic to attack the Queen’s psyche. R E C K L E S S

    90+51=141
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    • 10 HP
    • 55 EN

    • -10 HP: That Girl Is Poiiiisooooned


    Zeus's heroic sacrifice, meeting a goddess, uniting with her teammates in a last stand against a horrible monstrosity; all neat and everything, but all immediately forgotten about the moment her body was shredded by a salvo of green crystal shards.

    Madison immediately dropped to the floor of the passageway, her body instantly going numb and convulsing as the poison did its work. She wanted to scream, but couldn't even find the energy to whimper.

    Chaos continued to erupt around her as she scratched and clawed at the crystalline spikes, her fingers failing to find purchase. Each twitch of her muscles only served to speed up the poison coursing through her veins.

    This was it. Her first real mission, and she was about to end it lying in a puddle of her own blood and vomit in the darkness of an underground tunnel.

    Well, that certainly won't do.

    Her limbs fighting every command her brain was giving, she slowly opened her palm menu.

    "Ten hit points," she managed to wheeze out, "and I'm poisoned. Great. Feckin' great."

    Madison had no healing potions in her inventory, and it seemed like nobody else the Aristocracy had dredged up for the mission had even noticed or cared that she'd hit the floor.

    She frantically--slowly, but frantically--flipped through her menu, her eyes glazing over as she tried to read the blurry numbers and words that softly glowed in the air inches from her face.

    Spells. Black Magic. The menu slowly scrolled down. It hurt to even try and figure out what she was looking for.

    Nope. Nuh-uh. Won't work. ...wait a minute--!

    Madison found something that might help, something that she was kicking herself for not doing in the first place. It was a drain spell, but one that had an added bonus of absorbing some of the life it stole from her victim. Without anyway to counteract or cure herself of the queen ant's venom that wracked her body, perhaps she could steal some of the monster's life to prolong her own long enough to get help.

    Digging deep, the witch found the energy to push herself up on her hands and knees. The first word of the incantation was on the tip of her tongue, stinging like acid and ready to unleash a wave of hatred on the queen ant.

    Action Summary: Madison powers through the pain and recklessly casts a vampiric drain spell to siphon enough life from the queen ant to survive just a bit longer.

    56+57+10=123
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    • 252 HP
    • 22 EN



    Aalam was not happy this was one day that he was going to have to drink out of most of this day from his mind. This fight was one that was taking the toll on the group they weren’t the best put together, but with Zeus’ help, they had been able to injure the creature to the point where victory was looking as though it was possible. It was blind on one side and took massive wounds from the combined attack of every one. If they were just able to keep everyone alive and attacking, giving the big man enough time so that he would be able to work his magic on the queen. He could see that this was wearing down the man; he wasn’t able to move as fast as he once was and his breaths were coming much harder. If they keep pushing the man like that he would keel over for exhaust alone. If that happens, then they would overrun and the queen would be free to respawn her nest. That was the worst possible situation, something that they couldn’t allow to happen no matter the cause. He had spent enough time in these caves after all, and there was no way he was stepping back down there sober.

    He was just about to put every arrow he had into the queen’s other eye making sure that the beast wouldn’t be able to see when he heard the shriek. It was a sound that would haunt his dream and the soundtrack to a nightmare that he knew would come. He watched something that he never saw before he had heard tales of people who could change from, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like that….by..by the gods not like that. It was like the creature had impaled herself on the crystals, the way it burst out from her body. His legs felt weak for the first time in a long time, and he lost control of his stomach. Clutching his chest as he heaved up everything that he had eaten the past day and what might have possibly been something that he had tried yesterday. He couldn't stop, for those few seconds as that scene played out across his eyes. The vomit just up kept pouring over his finger as he tried and forced his stomach to obey him. As parts of the queen body rained down, he pushed his body back under his control. He was going to bury that image in a hole and drown under a sea of alcohol; the moment of weakness caused him, however. As he struggles to make his way back to his feet, still shaking as he forced his body back under his control. He saw the queen launch her attack; he wasn’t going to be able to move in time. Not even trying to limp to any cover it was pointless as the first shard made contact with him.

    As each one pierced his skin, it was like his blood was turned to fire and as more connected the pain grew. When the first hit he still moved to cover but his leg gave out under him, the second and he flew to the ground. As the rest punched their way through his amour, every bone his body feeling like it was breaking, his blood was on fire. His skin as cold as ice and where two met just pain,…oh god, the pain, for a second he felt something tried to force its way out of his mouth. Thinking it was vomit again, he was pushing it back down, but there was something that even he couldn’t fight because this time it was blood that came up, he was throwing up blood now. Turning his head as he heard a cry go out through the carven. King, he knew that sound he watched his friend fall from the sky like a star from heaven and yet his death would go unnoticed by any of the others. Just in need to for them to win this fight, fingers cutting grooves into the ground the skin white and bleeding on his knuckles. His fingers were bleeding the fingernails rip and jagged as he crawled back to his peak. When this was done his hands would be a mess from just the amount of shooting that had been done today. Clenching his bow as tight as he was able to stain the green of the metal with his blood, red rivers running down its surface to water the ground beneath. As he saw Zeus impaled it was then that hope in finishing this job died, if he did failed what hope was there for the rest of them. He would go out as he lived pulling out his flask, and giving it a small shake, there was still a little bit of his mixture in there. He keeps a strong enough drink in there to wake the dead; this is how he would go bow in hand and drink in the other.

    Then time stops, everything stopped they were no longer on the battlefield it was a void. There was nothing he couldn't even feel the spikes in his back or the fire that boiled his blood under his skin. There was the just the white; he stood in awe as he watched a good man, no not a good man one of the greatest men that he even had the pleasure of fighting with giving his arm. Without hesitation, without doubt, to save them, players from death there would be few people of this character that existed or ever will.

    Then they were back. They were back, and he was fixed.

    It has been one thing after the other first he had to make his way to this fort with our no one seeing him completely abandoning his duke in the process. Well, Roland was going to be pissed, but he would be able to deal with that later. This was a day; he could say nothing else about what had happened except that this had been a day. This was the day that he had seen and god move upon the living realm from up on high. He had seen a man, a legend possibly die and he saw and men driving by lost kill a creature that would have once been impossible to image.

    His attention was on one person, however, pulling up his face mask and flicking up his hood. Sending his bow and quiver back into his inventory, he started his walk. He pulled every stealth skill that he had perfect in his time in Terra. For the first time, he pushed his ability to walk in darkness further than he had ever thought possible. As he enters the battlefield, he saw the other rain blow after blow down on that creature. In the shadow of black flame, he walks, seeing the passion that the heat brought. He says magic that seemed the bring chaos itself on the beast as he walked through the madness. He saw death kiss the queen as life was pulled from it into a small woman. He keeps walking he was looking for Zeus, he was not going to lead a legend to die in the dark.

    Action: Searching for Zeus

     
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    • 10 HP
    • 55 EN

    • -350 HP due to Ant Attack
      -10 HP due to being poisoned
      -20 EN due to Reckless Attack


    He needed to keep his heart rate under control.

    Basic anatomy had given him the background and google had filled in what the textbooks wouldn’t tell him, but he knew that poison would run through his blood system as quickly as his heart could pump blood. The quicker his heart beat, the quicker he killed himself. He could taste it in the back of his throat, feel the burn of it on the backs of his hands. Stay calm Emil…

    But how could he. A fucking goddess had come out of no where and ripped Zeus’s arm off. Zeus, the very man they had been sent to destroy, to poison, was kicking ass and taking names left and right. Emil couldn’t kill him, not after everything the Pride’s Alpha had done for this rag-tag group of wannabe assassins. Vivian was right, they were mercenaries, dogs that did tricks at the behest of their master for scraps from the big table.

    But you always started at the bottom. There was no get rich quick scheme. And Emil wanted power; he lusted for it the way a man lusts after the child bearing hips of a woman in a short dress. Did he want it enough to commit murder, to mark himself as some inhumane fuckface that would do what he needed to do to climb that slippery ladder of chaos?

    …He needed to slow his heart rate down.

    But he was panting when he reappeared, and his skin was burning and there was something coming out of his nose. His hand lifted to a nostril and came back wet. The dim light of the cavern confirmed his suspicion. Blood. He was a dead man walking.

    He could hear the others; the grunts of battle, the screams of pain, the panting breaths of human bodies reaching their limit and pushing further than they were ever supposed to go. He could not kneel here and take his last breath; he would not succumb to the pain and defeat of death!

    The mage glanced at his user interface, his vision blurry due to loss of blood and the poison running rampant through his system. He was hanging on by a threat, less than that if he was being honest with him. He gasped, sucked in a burning breath through his mouth and coughed. Smoke billowed from his esophagus, sprayed the cavern floor, and dissipated. He was burning up, his robes a singed mess of fabric scarcely hanging onto his lithe frame.

    Still, he reached deep, drew the arcane words from memory and allowed the magic to form into five baseball sized fireballs that floated around him. They glowed a brilliant white and seemed red hot to the touch. The fireballs sizzled, drawing energy from the air and the magic in the air before he yelled the command word, the tiny spheres darting away from him like homing missiles zeroing in on the queen ant’s crystalline back.



    Action Summary: Reckless Attack, aiming for the crystals on the ant's back

    82 + 18 + 20 + 10 = 130
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    adept pyromancy = 20 . common weapon = 10
     
    • 44 HP
    • 45 EN



    Hearing Zeus' shout, Lucia couldn't help feeling a little sheepish. It was the Goddess of the underworld, yes, Synra who Lucia was most familiar with. That bashful smile remained briefly, when the Goddess appeared at least. Prepared to accept her end, she welcomed the consequences of her prayer contently. After all-- Lucia's self-loathing and hate made these kinds of choices easy. Her life, for the lives of those who were special and shined brightly, it was simply a no-brainer in her mind.

    In the end though, seeing someone else ending up with her blessing there was bitterness in her expression. Lucia still wasn't special enough-- Even when she was the one trying so bitterly to call out to her Goddess, in the end, that deity was still interested in someone else. Wanting parts of Zeus rather then herself for that blessing. That she could only equal that hero's eye or arms-- She couldn't tell if that was a flattering or a disappointing but it reminded her that she still had a long way to go. Brushing herself off, she rose to her feet, first with an apologetic expression, her gaze listing from @Endilix Takagi, @Iván Carl and @Aalam Abungu who seemed to be the most shaken by the appearance of her goddess. In some way, she felt a surge of Pride; that was her deity, the Goddess of the system she chose. Her supporter and advocate upstairs. "This is the second time I've managed to reach out to her, it's truly a humbling experience in some ways. I only wish things had gone according to plan though-- I hadn't thought Zeus would step in to try and take my place as the 'price', I was looking forward to spending some time with her one on one again." She spoke, a dry smile on her face remembering the hug they shared that first time.

    With an arm stretched out, she pulled a large witch hat from the ground, giving it a soft pat in passing to shake the dust free as she moved. Setting the hat softly upon @Vivian Cruz's head, Lucia couldn't help a very warm smile when she looked at the woman who seemed lost in her own thoughts and feelings. "Invidia doesn't look quite so good on you though dear, where's my playful and flippant Vivian who enjoyed the finer things in life? Let me handle 'Envy' and those dark feelings, scraping and clawing is what people without talent and potential do. Vivian is special after all, unique, special-- Why should you have to compare yourself with anyone else? How could anyone compare with you mm? Let the rest of the world do as it will, because Vivian shines brightest when she's being 'Vivian' and then someday, with a bright grin on your face you'll make your dreams come true with your own power." She tried to tease with a mellow smile after fixing Vivian's hat delicately giving it a playful tilt to try and jog the girl from her funk.

    Glancing back towards the Ant Queen though, hostility was alight in her gaze, her thunder had already been stolen, her spotlight was gone, and Alice needed to be reanimated once more. She was certainly dissatisfied, but now wasn't the time to whine about it, she'd be able to do plenty of that later in the bath at the springs. "Sylvanas. I want that thing's dead body to rebuild Alice." She spoke with a gesture of her fingers, and the ground responded almost immediately as if it had just been waiting.

    What sprang up wasn't like Alice, rising from the stone, forcing it's way through was a fit and slender Elven woman, with long flowing cotton white hair and plate armor covering up smooth and silky soft ash colored skin. Her presence was absolutely harrowing, while not up to the same standard as Zeus, the elven undead general wasn't like Alice who was a work in progress, this was a 'completed' project, Lucia's first completed high Tier undead subordinate. Her gaze was sharp and filled with hostility, the atmosphere about her frosty and icy cold, there was an overwhelming apathy that seemed to radiate off of her. While many would know champions and heroes of the battlefield, Sylvanas gave off a different feel-- A different kind of Charisma. If Heroes were the kings of the battlefield, then Sylvanas was a Tyrant; Vicious, Ruthless and Cruel. "Don't worry Miss, I'll retrieve it along with Alice's left overs. It won't take long." The heavy knight spoke, her words filled with indifference, an icy sting accompanying every line as she advanced with a slow and steady pace. Stretching an arm out, she coaxed a long glaive into existance, called from the shadows it came together from the twisting darkness before forming a long polearm with a jagged blade at the end for slashing and piercing. With a sharp sweep, she advanced trying to cleave and carve into the creature's face-- her intentions of carving it into a more manageable size from the get go as she ripped into i aiming to finish it off if any life remained by chance.

    Action Summary: Lucia Summons Wight Knight Sylvanas. Sylvanas attacks Ant Queen and attempts to recover the remains.
     

    • 120 HP
    • 35 EN



    She saw the red-haired male go down right next to her from the attack that almost took her life along with it, followed by another one threatening to finish the job the first blow wasn't able to. Acting on pure instinct, she threw out her hands to cover her face as if that'd minimize the amount of pain the attack would cause. Her eyes fluttered closed and she turned her head to a side, expecting to feel the Queen's strike next. But it never came. Instead, she opened her eyes to realize that not only was she safe, but her fallen companions were too. As she shifted her heels and turned to the rest of the group, her hands didn't lose time in patting her tattered equipment to remind herself that she was, in fact, still alive and not just hallucinating on what the game's death system had designed for her. She was... Alive, and at a complete loss for words.

    Their new surroundings weren't welcoming in the slightest. Moments ago, she was being attacked by the Ant Queen and would've died had it not been for the girl, Alice, that stood both in front of Endilix and herself to block the blow. Yet now... Now, she couldn't explain where they were, or why they had disappeared from their battle and appeared somewhere else. Someplace safe from the Queen. ''So I did die... Interesting,'' she mused what words seemed right at the moment, voicing her own logical explanation for the sudden manifestation of everyone else in the same place. They had died to their foe and were being resurrected by the game's mechanics, right?

    How further away she could be from the truth, she had no idea. Her attention was immediately drawn to a quiet female standing in from of them, the interest of the Goddess settled on Zeus as he scolded a certain party member for the recklessness of their choices. Rather than talk and voice whatever opinions they might have about this particular encounter, they stood quiet in their spots, each of them bearing a different reaction to Synra's appearance on their faces. Portia, too, did the same as the rest of them and allowed herself a moment's respite. The Goddess seemed so fragile in comparison to the armored hero, her pale skin so infinitely delicate and shreddable. If only she hadn't known better, then Portia might as well have felt concern for her presence.

    Then the slender hand of the Goddess clamped around onto his arm as the deal was finished, and the blood began to flow freely. His blood, the blood he had offered for them. But despite the confusion and terror threatening to take over after the gruesome exchange, she wasn't broken enough for such emotions to even do something. No, Portia wouldn't dare give them an inch of space. Strange, she thought as she stared at Zeus' most recent injury, even as the horror of the scene writhed in her gut. For us, her own voice echoed within the depths of her head, a grim reminder of how their mission had turned upside down when the man they were supposed to get rid of sacrificed part of himself in exchange for their lives, for us.

    And to return the favor, she would fight for him.

    By the time they materialized once again into their foe's lair, her purpose became clear. He had given her the means, the strategy, taught her in a brief amount of time what she needed to know in order to further develop her combat style. It was up to her to know what to do with such knowledge. She moved swiftly into the beast's proximity in order to catch the Queen's attention and force her to attack, legs now working out of sheer reflex and survival than actual skill. As it focused on her and aimed to strike Portia with the half-crystalized tail, she remained still until the right moment came, seemingly waiting to be struck by it pincers on purpose. At the last moment, she jumped to avoid the strike, landing onto the appendage.

    Her punches and kicks had only done so much because Zeus had combined his strength with hers. It wasn't her merit, it wasn't her victory, yet there was so much more she could still do with what little skill she had earned during her times adventuring on Terrasphere. She clenched her jaw as she held herself in place by grabbing some of the remaining crystals scattered across the tail, working her way up the Ant's rear by carefully choosing where to place her hands and feet, lest she risked falling to the ground and dying by being crushed.

    Once she reached her objective, Portia worked her way around the cluster of crystals on its back and burst into a run for her opponent's head, praying to every God in existence that her idea might work and for her strength to be enough to see it to its bitter end. There was enough hope in her when she reached out for the antennae, grabbing one first then pulling it closer until she had both of them in her tight grasp. Holding herself like this, there was no possible way she could be able to fall in spite of whatever hell was unleashed upon the beast by her party. Energy flowed through, concentrating on her fists although it had become much weaker a source than when the fight had initiated due to the strain of constant physical activity. ''It has to be enough, it has to!'' She pleaded as she retreated a step, and then another, and another.

    The white-haired girl who had arrived with uncertainty clear on her features to her first mission had shifted to the lady standing atop the Queen with determination on her steps and every action.

    Action Summary: Portia climbs the Queen's back and rushes to her head, taking its antennae to then march backward, trying to separate them from her head with every last ounce of her strength.

    67 + 4 + 15 = 86
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  2. Raid Master

    Raid Master

    Staff Member Game Master
    Cycle 10

    Each and every one of the ragtag party charged into the mouth of death, disregarding their safety as the legend fell and was swallowed by the darkness.

    @Madison Freebird attempted a drain spell for the first time, through reckless dark magic that exposed her position and painted herself as a giant target. While the spell did damage, the drain did not work, perhaps drain only work on creatures, which life force resembles her own. Regardless, her good attempt did give @Iván Carl the opportunity to follow up with another mind wrack. Once again, the youth would find success in his spell. His hits and misses were quite the roller coaster ride, but as a new player, beginner’s luck was necessary to defeat the bug Queen.

    @Emil Trevelyan on the other hand targeted the crystals on the Queen’s back, making his Arcane source the perfect tool for such a job. Given the artillery power behind Arcanamancy, the young mage was able to shatter a large portion of the crystal clusters, preventing the Queen from taking one last attack to finish the entire team off.

    After the majority of the ranged attackers did their share of the work, the front-liners charged at the shrieking Queen, ignoring her horrendous cries as they attempted to finish the job. Leading the front was @Endilix Takagi who used her pincers to get up to where he can drive his hammer into the Queen’s empty socket. The Queen tried shaking him off, but found herself being damaged further as she thrashed around. She did manage to shake him off, however, and threw him a good distance away, dealing some damage to him. Then came @Portia Ahrens, who took advantage of the Queen’s distraction to scale her massive height from the back and severed the antennae from the insect’s head, though, not without losing her balance and falling off, incurring some damage from her terrible fall.

    @Lucia Mierz ’s new summoning, Sylvanas was able to get off some damage, stopping the Ant Queen from squashing Portia who was sprawled out on the ground after her nasty fall. Afterward, she followed her mistress’ order and went off to collect the fallen undead.

    @Vivian Cruz was the last to hit the Ant Queen with her bizarre spell that was fueled purely by anger. As the illusionary image of the dragon head enveloped by black flames came toward the Ant Queen, the insect shrieked in anger as she lunged the roaring magic, only to burst into black flames as the immaterial dragon passed her and dissipated into nothing but smokes. The Queen shrieked several more times as the flame consumed her, until her entire body began to shrivel up in the way they often do when being burned by the sun. The flames continued to burn, until the Queen was completely dead. The fire was not enough to completely incinerated the Queen’s body, however, as its broken and exposed shell released gassy venom into the air.


    Damage
    Damage Result
    • Players dealt 630 damage to the Queen.
    • The Queen is dead

    The Queen attacks
    • Crystallized Spikes Burst @Emil Trevelyan dealt 130 damage (82+18+20+10), effectually stopping the Queen from a final crystal attack.
    Energy
    Miscellaneous
    • @Vivian Cruz 's curse cast on @Aalam Abungu is now in full effect.
    • Counter Kill Intent If you expressed killing intent toward Zeus, lose 20 EN immediately.


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    Ultra Enraged Ant Queen
    ❰ -7 / 9000 HP ❱

    @Aalam Abungu exerted a lot of effort in his search for the fallen legend with darkness covering his back while the rest of the party finished off the raging monstrosity. After he covered a few possible locations Zeus might have fallen down to, he eventually spotted the man of thunder on his knees.

    Despite his bizarre posture and unresponsive, Zeus was still alive, hovering around 10 HP, if anyone had their investigation mode enabled. His health was ticking down, however, as blood continued to drip from the missing segment of his arm and from the gape in his abdomen. Even though it was rather dark, Aalam would have noticed right away that Zeus was no longer adorned in his Champion Armor.

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    Zeus
    ❰ 10 / 8000 HP ❱

    Bleeding: Lose HP until the target's wounds are patched up​
     
    • 50/500 HP
    • 5/100 EN


    It was hard to believe that the term 'seeing stars' was a real phrase, until you got launched into a wall by a giant queen. But as he cleared the light show from his eyes and looked up to where his companions fought, he saw the queen fall. He watched her chitin spew its final venom into the air, but it seemed to not be enough to kill any of them.

    Endilix's chest heaved, his breaths ragged. Slowly, he found his feet, coughing. As he opened his palm menu, he saw that everything was critical. Endilix had survived, but only just.

    His eyes scanned the scene, the queens convulsing slowly fading into stillness, but thankfully one man didn't seem to be dead. Not yet. As Endilix came to realize that it was the hero himself lying on the ground dying, he ran. Endilix's breaths came hard, and every single one burned as he pushed the air into his lungs.

    He fell to his knees next to the man. He heard Vivian giving an ultimatum. She was so quick to threaten. But Endilix would make himself a shield for the man. "Zeus, it's going to be okay," Endilix explained, as he looked at the wounds. He still had the rags in his inventory. He opened it up, and pulled out the prisoner rags, and he started to tear up any of them that still looked clean, before pressing the rags against the bloodiest areas, and holding fast. "I can't stop all the bleeding..." he admitted, though he was certainly trying his best.

    "Someone," Endilix pleaded to the others, "please tell me you can heal him." Endilix watched as the blood covered his hands. This couldn't be how it ended. The man had saved their lives. But Endilix couldn't be sure of their motives. If someone was going to end it, now would be the time. So he made something clear, "If any of you try to kill Zeus, you're going to have to kill me first. I will defend this man with my life. He deserves to leave this cave alive. He saved our lives. He bargained with a god so that we can live, and paid a high price."

    Endilix was not a very emotional man. He was playing a game. But as he looked to Zeus' blood covering his hands. Zeus' ragged breaths as the life flowed from him. He couldn't help but come to realize why people had become so engrossed in Terrasphere. It felt so real. A man was dying. Even if he was made of code, and nothing more than a simulation. He couldn't let Zeus die.

    Action Summary: Endilix tries to staunch the wounds with rags and his hands. He readies himself for a betrayal, and prepares to defend Zeus with his own life.