• 70 HP
  

  MAX 127 HP

• 49 EN
  

  MAX 104 EN

• 11 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

-10 EN for attack
+1 stack for doing an action

As Ashnor exits the portal, he finds himself in the streets of Vintergard. before he can look around too much, Ashnor hears a scream coming from in front of him. Right before his eyes, Ashnor see's some sort of black sludge like creature leap on top of a civilian as they scream for mercy. Without giving it a second thought, he races over towards the creature. Bringing his hammer down onto the being, splattering it. It looked like it was too late for the victim though, as the only thing that hadn't been dissolved was their head and upper torso.

Standing back up, Ashnor can see a multitude of similar creatures going after other innocent inhabitants of the city. Going from creature to creature, Ashnor splattering them with his hammer mercilessly, just like how they were attacking and dissolving those innocents...

Attacking the Muks
74 + 25 = 99
Tracker / Roll
Target: 501 / 600 HP

 

• 32 HP
  

  MAX 102 HP

• 3 EN
  

  MAX 108 EN

• 20 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

Stumbling onto the streets in a dreamlike haze, Ceres took in her surroundings. It appears that they had landed in Vintergard, that was... problematic. She could see that the ooze was already starting to cause problems, if the bones around were any indication. She quickly stepped out of the way of the others as she could barely fight in this condition. She was really pushing herself to the limits and that wasn't a good thing in a dangerous environment like this. Regardless, she chose to go and wasn't about to back down now.

Realizing she had been drifting too close to the portal in while deep in thought, Ceres jumped back quickly to avoid getting hit by whatever would come out. Though she was on the brink of exhaustion, she pushed herself forward. Her grip on her ceremonial dagger was like iron as she chanted a few quick words in order to gain insight into the rift's workings. Hundreds of different possible paths, most ending with her death but in one vision, she could barely make out that some sort of gem.

Taking a look around, she could see that one of the shops nearby specialized in enchanted items. It wasn't stealing if the owner was dead, right? Regardless of moral quandaries, Ceres managed to find a circlet filled to the brim with magical power. Without any hesitation, she chucked it into the rift and hoped that whatever she did worked. What else could she do? She fighting in her condition would definitely lead to a Mind Down condition, which wouldn't end well at all.

Overloading the Portal
79 + 10 = 89
Portal: 111/200
Tracker / Roll

 

• 105 HP
  

  MAX 120 HP

• 70 EN
  

  MAX 170 EN

• 17 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

-10 EN for Attack

This time, the portal has accepted her and she found herself hurled through it into completely different area…

Whereas upon she saw a portal that they had to close and a taint coming out from it.

It was.. It looked like the same thing that Astor and D’vangelline threw up, but alive. It slithered and moved and she saw the bones of its victims. It was a mass of darkness, it was the taint of the monster it was part of the monster. Some of it also seemed to have noticed her, inching towards her in a rolling mass of disgusting black liquid-like form.

Ilusa did not have large fighting power. Her chosen Mastery that she trained the most was white Magic. It did not have strong offensive power. But it had connotations to Gods, purity and holiness. The person behind the avatar was not a religious person, but Ilusa was made to be one. One who chose her Goddess as Iedi, the great healer.

And this blackness was a taint that surely had to be cleansed. With light. With lots of light.

Which was just great, just the thing she wanted to do. Though a shooting practice would have been great, actually hindering the monster was even more tempting.

Ilusa smiled, a beatific smile, as some of the mass came closer and closer. Opening the palm menu she moved towards the spell list; attacking with light was so rare that she had to check the spell she wished to use. Taking into account the shape of the enemy and of course choosing the strongest spell. She spread her hands, as if welcoming it, then spoke the words, the aria, actually singing. It was a poetic justice, the chosen tune was very close to one of the hymns she had heard sang for Iedi.

“Imsemne ho gresi hjaltär.” Light appeared around her, gentle, pure, cleansing. “Renta rura vresti lupre.” It grew stronger, brighter, almost blindingly so and a crown of light appeared above her head. “Drestau.” The light moved to the crown and from it, it shot off in multiple beams, targeting the blackness where she could see it.

The attack turned out far more effective than she expected. The blackness sizzling and withering where the rays of light pierced it, disappearing completely.

“Un. Again then.” The felis beamed, walking around in search for more of the taint.

Attack on the Ooze Monsters
62 + 55 = 117 x2 (White Magic) = 234
(Tracker) Ancient Dissonance / (Roll) Rift II
Target: 267 / 600 HP

 

• 96 HP
  

  MAX 116 HP

• 21 EN
  

  MAX 146 EN

• 15 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

Jumping through the portal Vina immediately was hit by a feeling of anguish as she saw the ooze and the bones, not needing more than a second to realize what had been happening. It was somehow even worse that it was happening here, since none of these people had signed up for this, they'd just been going about their daily lives hoping that the adventurers and soldiers would keep them safe when suddenly this happened. When would Titanius be sated?

Using a gust of wind to jump onto one of the buildings Vina stared at the portal from which the oozes were spewing forth, out of reach of the oozes for now as she tried to think of what to do. She wanted to help the people down below, but as long as Titanius had access to this place more of those dissolving blobs would come forth. They'd have to shut that thing down first before they could save the rest of the city.

When @Ceres threw an overloaded circlet into the portal Vina frowned, her ears twitching as she picked up on a strange resonance from the portal. At first she thought it was a momentary thing, but now that she'd noticed it the resonance didn't go away. Could it be...?

Holding her staff with both hands in front of herself Vina closed her eyes and focused, her ears swivelled towards the portal as she softly began to hum, a strange hum which sounded less like part of a song and more an attempt at catching a certain pitch. Find the right tune, find the right frequency...

Once she'd matched her own rhythm with that of the magic sustaining the portal Vina linked her magic with that of the portal, at which point she began to change the rhythm, first speeding it up slightly before weakening it, slowing it down, lowering the frequency...

The portal strengthened, wavered, shrunk... gradually it faded away until Vina's humming came to a halt, at which point the portal also winked out of existence, the magic dispersing harmlessly. Instead of blowing the portal up Vina had attuned her magic with it and slowly unravelled it, minimizing the risk of magic backlash.

Overloading the Portal
89 + 25 = 114
Portal: -3/200
Tracker / Roll

 

• 106 HP
  

  MAX 116 HP

• 140 EN
  

  MAX 140 EN

• 00 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

-10HP (I did die before joining this)

_____After death by impalement, Kaede re-spawned and did just what she had planned to do after the boss fight. Bottle of wine resting on her lips as she slowly drank while sitting on a rooftop. Blue eyes flickered with a hint of annoyance as she noticed the rift opening nearby and stood up grumbling.

"NO NOT AGAIN YOU FUCKER I DIED ONCE TO YOUR SHIT!!!"

_____Kaede pointed at the rift as she shouted and tipped her wine bottle to her lips as she watched the situation unfold. Grumbling as she moved to the ground and marched over to the fighting while taking another sip and drawing her dagger from her belt. Moving to evade one of the ooze before stabbing it and looking over some of the people she recalled from the boss fight.

"You lot still have not killed that damn tentacle shit? Why you here! Go fuck it up... And tell the queen sorry for the grope!"

_____Spinning slowly to evade another ooze and stabbing at the target with little effect Kaede just grumbled and took another sip of her wine. This boss needed to die already so she could drink in peace. As the bottle was dried Kaede quickly tossed it at another ooze as she staggered to the right. Clearly drinking more then one should have, despite getting another bottle from her UI and popping it open.

Attack against ooze
11(Roll) +30(Mastery) +20(Weapon) = 61
Tracker / Roll
Target: 201 / 600 HP

 

• 95 HP
  

  MAX 120 HP

• 60 EN
  

  MAX 170 EN

• 17 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

-10 EN for Attack
-10 HP for second round

Looking around for the ooze she spotted that someone was casting magic at the portal. It was shrinking.. Wavering.. And then it was gone. The felis nodded, satisfied to see one of the targets of their mission completed.

As she walked through the city she.. Had trouble finding the enemy. “Hmm..” After a moment of thought, she put away her rod and using Acrobatics, she jumped onto the top of the buildings and structures, to make herself a more easily visible target.. And to see her target in return.

Jumping from rooftop to the rooftop, she noticed the other Players who fought with some of the dark taint pretending to be some oozes. Seeing that they had it firmly in their hands, she continued looking for more of the enemy, because she was pretty sure that not all was defeated yet.

Amidst of the jump between the rooftops, something latched onto her ankle and dragged her down. “Wha-!” she slammed onto the ground hard and then the blackness was everywhere, surrounding her. It was on her face, on her body, trying to even enter into her mouth and nose. Pain assaulted her as it started to try and eat her.

Ilusa took out the rod, put it before her face and concentrated. The light she created made the black liquid recoil from her and she could breathe, she could chant. Even as it was eating her, digging at her health. But she was glad, she had her target. She started the chant. “Sem muchi fel prus. Sem muchi fel prus. Sem muchi fel prus. Sem muchi fel prus.” It was long, hauntingly beautiful. It was sang, rather than quickly spoken, to concentrate. The son again modified after a hymn for the Goddess which Ilusa was made to believe. “Halmel ha flautsa.” The pure light intensified around the rod. It pulsed. Once. Twice. “Növe narhala. Iedi-hüei!” and with call towards the Goddess the ball of light around the tip of the rod expanded forth.

A bright dome of light appeared and it kept expanding – though Ilusa did not know far. The light did not hurt the people, the buildings or the players, but where it passed through the black sludge, it left nothing. Under the light the sludge shuddered, shivered, withered and then it died.

“I think... That it's time to return.” She left more grounded after this destruction and could act like Ilusa again.

Attack on the Ooze Monsters
59 + 55 = 114 x2 (White Magic) = 228
(Tracker) Ancient Dissonance / (Roll) Rift II
Target: -27 / 600 HP

 

• 154 HP
  

  MAX 164 HP

• 39 EN
  

  MAX 179 EN

• 13 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Vintergard

-10 EN from Attack (Ilussaaaa, u stealthy sneaky ninja lil thing!)

The travel was, surprisingly, not as nauseating as expected. Granted, Alphabet Chocolate was asleep during the entirety of it, somehow managing to roll through the portal, but at least she wasn't feeling any worse for wear. In fact, Alpha felt great. She was in a dreamy, psychedelic land with french toast rabbits and banana boats and the appearance of the monsters went completely unnoticed.

As everyone attacked the ungodly ooze and tried to close the portal, Alpha alone laid motionless, face planted in pure Vintergard soil. The grotesque sludge continued to devour everything in sight, its acidic touch scorching the land around it and rotting flesh away to the bone.

Alpha turned over, arms splayed. Her face was twisted into a disgruntled visage, the peace she had clearly not lasting long enough. Her fingers twitched and, with a sudden jerk, a spark of yellow magic flew out of her arm and crashed into the unnatural liquid. She was as rigid as cardboard for a minute, all her limbs motionless.

And then she relaxed, slowly rolling over to her side. And slept.

Regular Attack on Ooze Monsters
30 + 55 = 85
(Tracker) / (Roll) Rift II
Ooze Monsters: -112 / 600 HP