CSI: Brisshal III {Quest}

A Player Killer (Questline)

Calming words of magic soothed minds, warmed bodies, and sealed open wounds as Cain cast his spells under the cover of rain, dark eyes watching the hidden fortress of the Convicted Saviors for any sign of guards. None. Not even torchlight protected by a lantern’s frame. The horrible weather had definitely been to their advantage in this case, terrible enough that even heinous player killers weren’t willing to brave the elements, confident that the beasts of Norfova and the crackling lightning was enough to dissuade pursuers. But they were wrong, and even as his Energy bar continued to drain and drain due to his continuous casting, the Flagbearer of Miracles was full of smiles, excited to get the REAL part of the mission started. It was simple, after all. They just had to instill the fear of continuous, unending DEATH upon these newbie preying bastards, and between him, Jace, and Solaria, they all had the magical artillery to bring forth the wrath of the heavens upon the Convicted convicts.

Bouncing up from his crouched position as the final member of their party had their health bar restored to full, Cain flourished his flagpole dramatically, the rain soaked banner flying even when weighted down. It was time for a fight, a time to determine the fate of Brisshal, a time to kick a nigh infinite amount of ass and show these bastards not to be bullies just to sate their hunger for murder with the lives of immortals. There was only one path, after all! No sneaky bullshit! No diplomatic bullshit! Only ALL IN ALL OUT, RIPPING AND TEARING THROUGH THEIR PALTRY DEFENSES UNTIL THEY BEG FOR MERCY AND SWEAR UPON THEIR LIVES TO NEVER KILL ANOTHER FRESH FACED ADVENTURER AGAIN!

Riled up by the sheer amount of shit he had to go through in order to reach this point, Cain roared out, “Alright, comrades! It’s a straightforward charge from here! No strategy, no tactics! Let’s just magically plow through these cowardly rogue bastards and show ‘em who’s the real boss around Norfova!”

His magical veins flared to life, a million synapse firing off in unison as virtual code unified with his flesh thoughts in order to manifest a miracle that was impossible within the bounds of physical reality. A three dimensional magical array burst outwards like lightning across tempestuous clouds, the script of the gods revolving in concentric rings around Cain before he pointed his flagpole towards the great double doors of the age worn fortress.

Thunder boomed dramatically as a dozen orbs of arcane power manifested around him, pulsating like great purple stars before they converged into a single juggernaut of arcane power. There was frustration there, yes, but beyond that, there was a great sense of self righteous fury, as Cain fully embraced the role of a Justicar of Amethyst Radiance, sent by Idna to punish the filth that scarred the bodies of newly born Champions of the Elysid.

“Hark, the stars have aligned, the symphony of the planets resonating!​

The Trumpet of Judgement have sounded, glory and devastation ringing!​

Behind lies the Lamb, before lies the Wolf!​

Bear witness!​

The Opening Act ; Heavenrend!”​

A massive pillar of arcane force smashed through the doors, shattering stone and gouging apart the interior of the fortress before bursting out the other side of the hideout in a dramatic, glittery beam that pierced the heavens.

The response was almost immediate, shadowy, ninja esque figures bouncing out of the hideout, ready to do combat with the maniac that picked a fight on such a violent night, and Cain flashed his predatorial grin in response.

“Let’s tear them to shreds!”

Thrown die:

7

7+5 = 12​

@Solaria @Jace Vale @Bradwynne

 

Thrown die:

41

41 + 35 = 76
76/700​

 

Sure, Cain had said no strategy- and for someone as impulsive as Solaria, that was just fine and dandy. But there was a bit of an issue here, and that was the fact there were twelve bad guys and four of them. And from her experience, considering two in their team weren't all that advanced themselves... Well, this was going to be a bit troublesome, to say the least.

Still, she wasn't just a healer- she was a warrior, through and through. Grasping the hilt of her sword with passion in her eyes, she grinned and charged in. Sure, magic was fine and dandy, and she had some- but that was meant for healing, not hitting. She did make sure to add some of her illumancy to her sword for some extra force, but that wasn't enough to murder.

"This is for the lives you've stolen!" Growling as she went headfirst into battle, she took on the first of the twelve with a roar in her voice and a swiftness in her steps. She was mobile and surprisingly graceful for a swordsman- her sword danced on the air of the camp and sliced against the skin of her enemies, leaving some blood splattered on her already red dress.

Unfortunately, taking on an enemy close range did have it's downfall. It was already partway through the battle, and somehow, she already had a quarter of her health tank stolen by the bastards before her...

Looking behind her with innate concern, she shouted to the back of the group. "Jace! Bradwynne! Don't get too close if you can help it. Keep your guard up, and I'll make sure to cover you! Cain, you too. Leave the vanguard fighting to me!"

Thrown die:

52

52 + 40 = 92
168/700​

 

Well, this was an unlucky sight. It's four players against twelve PKers and some of them are not very strong as Cain and Solaria. Not to mention that just charged in without any form of strategy and tactics to defeat them. Regardless, all he knew was that they will be in a world of hurt for killing new players and Jace has no qualms about giving retribution. "Don't worry, Solaria. A true sorcerer always keeps their distance and avoid physical conflict. Besides, you're not the only one who wants to give these killers some justice."

He was a new player and just looking at these cold-hearted killers was enough to peeve him off to the point of struggling his calm composure. Aiming his staff at two of the PKers, he daggered at them with a cold glare as the tip began to glow purple. "Mana of ferrum, slash through!"

Arcana Wave

With just a swing of his staff, he fired a blade made of mana to the two PKers, causing them to fly off to the side of the tent. It only dealt a low damage comparing to his Mana Blast spell, but his new spell can target multiple enemies in a row in exchange for a 10-second cooldown. Regardless, he didn't hesitate to continue using the same spell once the cooldown finished. They needed to stop these heartless killers and they need to do it fast.

Thrown die:

61

61 + 10 = 71
239/700​

 

Just hearing of players killing other players who were just starting the game made Bradwynne's blood curdle. Not only they are sapping the enthusiasm of the players, but they are making them suffer for the rest of their lives maybe even in the outside world. Bradwynne knew the feeling of dying within the game; it was painful. Although his mind was ready for death, there would be a tendency that his body wouldn't be ready and he might develop a trauma from dying within the game, and in some cases the trauma could be brought to the outside world and the person afflicted with it could live with it forever. And so, as much as possible, he did not want the other players to die within the game, except when they deserve it due to their wickedness. And that kind of death is what these players who kill new players deserve. To let others. especially those who were new, experience the trauma and fear of death; was one of those which Bradwynne detests so much that his mind was burning from the anger from that thought. Only one judgment should be passed on those kinds of people. This was the Golden Rule: if they kill without remorse or mercy, they should prepare to be killed without remorse or mercy. The trauma that these killers were giving on those innocents they kill, should be meted on them, seventy seven times seven times. And so, when he heard from the three persons here right now that they would pursue and subdue these newbie killers, he agreed without hesitation. The fiat of angelic justice would fall on these killers like Sodom and Gomorrah, and no one of them breathing will escape the power that Bradwynne will deliver on them. This Bradwynne would make sure.

With a kick from Bradwynne's white platform boots, what was left of the door of the fortress where the killers reside was brought down with a deafening crash. And then what entered the fortress was a great spectacle to behold. Although Bradwynne entered slowly, his resplendent figure was very intimidating that could strike fear towards anyone who would dare look at him. His glowing body and the wings on his back illuminated a huge area of the fortress such that every nook and cranny of it could be seen, implying there would be no escape for these killers. Although he would love to stain his katana with the blood of these killers, at the suggestion of Solaria he stayed on the back. He muttered another Hebrew phrase, and his hands were enfolded with white and violet mana as those took shape of heads of lions. He then aimed at two newbie player killers who seemed to be still unscathed from the attacks of the three people in his party. He then shouted, in a voice befitting of an angry angel, "THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE YOU MERCILESSLY KILLED FOR YOUR PLEASURE! HERE IS YOUR JUDGMENT FOR THE SINS THAT YOU INCURRED IN THIS WORLD! YOU! WILL! BE! PURGED!" Then he shouted the name of the skill that he used.

Mal'akh Art: Ariel

The two lion heads that he formed on his arms hurtled from Bradwynne towards the two killers that he set his target on, and as the lion heads made contact on their skin, burns coming from the mana that was formed into lion heads started to surface on their body. Bradwynne hoped that if these would not kill the targets, they would be put out of commission for the rest of the battle, enough to be killed with another attack.

Thrown die:

43

43 + 20 = 63
302/700​

 

Ah, this was mad, but this was HILARIOUS! Far from being cowed by just how many of those assassins had survived his first attack, Cain was having the time of his life, the blood rushing into his brain and filling him to the brim with glorious adrenaline. For all of Solaria’s good advice, he still couldn’t wait to get into the fray of the combat himself. This wasn’t like wolves, this wasn’t like monsters, this was fellow players that the game had designated as criminals who deserved to die for their sins against their fellow man! For all his own newbieness, Bradwynne had the right idea here. Straight down the middle, into the goddamn frontlines! Close combat was the only combat that was worth it!

A burst of arcane light pulled him forwards through space, shifting him at an infinite amount of speed to instantaneously land by the assassins that Jace had managed to tag with his Arcana Wave. Slamming his knee into the first man’s face, Cain toppled him, right foot stomping onto the man’s chest and burying him into the ground while his palms burned with amethyst brilliance. A scorching ray smashed into his companion, sending him down the flash flood that split the valley in two. A flash of pain sparked over his ankle though, his prone opponent burying a dagger deep into the ankle.

But beneath the raging flame of his exhilaration, he hardly registered it. One large hand gripped the Convicted Savior’s face, before an arcane flash burst with the radiance of a dying star, leaving nothing but ashes behind. Above, the rain fell torrentially, the gods of war vengefully beating their thunder drums as the stormy brawl continued, malicious shadows cast aside by righteous steel and sorcery. Solaria and Bradwynne charged frontwards, into the fray of sonic fast assassins, while Jace continued to cast one spell after another, his Energy bar dropping rapidly as a result. They wouldn’t last in a protracted fight, that was for sure, but they didn’t NEED to.

If the amount of total resources was different, then all they had to do was output more power at a faster rate. The blood quickened, magical strength pouring into his imaginary veins as strength overflowed, quicksteps bringing him into close combat with the extraordinarily fast player killers, ambush tactics used to replace close range skill. At point blank range, even the fastest couldn’t dodge, after all. Appearing right in the face of yet another of those bastards, Cain smiled predatorily as his open hand caught the wickedly sharp dagger, answering with yet another prismatic, face melting burst.

“AHAHAH, THIS IS HOW IT IS,” the midnight haired muse roared above the tempest, clutching the corpse of his victim, “C’MON, YOU’RE ALL ENJOYING THIS TOO, RIGHT? SHOW ME YOUR FANGS, YOU DEMENTED BASTARDS! THIS IS HOW THE GAME SHOULD BE FUCKING PLAYED! CHALLENGE UPON CHALLENGE UPON CHALLENGE!”

And as if to answer his earth shaking proclamation, the sun unveiled itself atop the ruined fortress, a pyromancer assassin preparing his own grand incantation as he invoked the devils of flame, the primordial destructive element even as rain sizzled and evaporated against the giant red orb.

Oh, the night was still young.

The party was still just getting started!

Thrown die:

59

59 + 40 = 99
401/700​

 

There was something about this fight that irritated her more than the enemies the group was facing. Perhaps it was the bloodthirst having seemed to become contagious as Jace, Bradwynne and Cain all shouted even more battering words during their battle cries than she felt she had.

Just what had gotten into the team trying to stop murderers? This was madness! Pure madness!

Then again, it wasn't like she could stop herself either. Her sword at the throat of one of the cruel cowards, the woman was glowering as she kept her eyes around her. The battle was waging on heavily, and the energy was high. Too high, perhaps, considering the solemn reason they were there.

"This is for the lives you've taken. Your blood will quench the thirst of their corpses and the gods will choose the route you deserve for your crimes in our stead."

Flash Strike

With a quick jerk of her arm, she slashed the throat of the man she'd been near enough to, along with causing damage to another of the 'bandits' she'd deemed their opponents as. They were, after all, thieves of life itself, were they not? "We can't make you return the lives you've taken... But we can do to you what you did to them. Even if the gods may see us as cruel... It is the only way to keep you from killing again. The cycle must continue, at least for the moment."

Thrown die:

31

31 + 40 = 71
472/700​

@Cain Darlite | @Jace Vale | @Bradwynne