[SP-F01] The Last Laugh

[Furrow 0]

[Previous Quest: <<Tusk City>>]

                The woman led Furrow quite a ways from the Blacksmith’s shop before she finally sat down in a heap. She dropped all of her weight into the planks of a small bench and practically collapsed against its backrest. Furrow took a seat beside her and relaxed, letting the weight of the day roll off his shoulders. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the sudden exercise had worn him out quite a bit. After sitting around and being lazy for so long his body had lost its edge. He would need to do some basic workouts to get that back. Even though this was a game and he doubted physical training would do much of anything for this digital body of his, it would put him at ease. Who knows, maybe it would help him get more comfortable. Anything to give him an extra edge was a plus.

                “Well?” he asked. The two had been walking in silence since they had left Lyle’s shop. He didn’t mind waiting for her to get herself together, but he also didn’t want to waste his day waiting. Tick tock.

                “I don’t know where to begin,” she said, sighing. Furrow looked at her and took in her body posture. Tired, worn, defeated. Lost.

                “From the beginning.”

                “If you want me to start from there, then…” she leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees, and started to talk. Furrow sat quietly, listening.

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Word Count: 237

 

Thread Stats: [Stats locked on 07/28/19 at 07:35 PM CEST] Edited in due to being inactive for two years and completely forgetting that this was a thing.

LV 5 - HP:100/100.

Stats: 4 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

[Furrow 0]

                Her name was Tiera and she joined SAO on a whim with her crush. He had been talking about SAO ever since the first bit of information on the game had been leaked, and it was the only thing on his mind. She had done her research so she could hold a conversation with him about the game. It worked, and the two started to talk more often. However, he began dating another woman before she herself could ask him. Regardless, she continued to talk to him and tried to gain his favor. When SAO was released, she dived into the game alongside him in his apartment. When they found themselves trapped in the game, he panicked, and she noticed his mental instability. But even so, she blindly stayed with him in hopes to help him.

                They fought in the fields together, wandered the city together, and even made a few friends. But she could still see it; the fear in his eyes. The realization of death being so close. Whenever he was hurt, even just a little, he would freak out and practically freeze up. Thus in his place, she became his strength. He supported her from the back while she fought as his shield. Things were fine for a little while, but he began to become more and more unstable to the point where he became abusive both in and out of combat. He would scream at her to protect him, yell at her for her mistakes, and would even hit her after fights if he was injured. But she put up with it, because why would she leave the man she loved?

                Fast forward to a week ago and the two decided to go with another party into a small cave nearby that was rumored to harbor a treasure. No one else had seemed to want to go into it because it just didn’t seem worth the time, but he did. If it would help him live, he would throw her into the cave and make her get it for him. They traveled to the cave and all was fine. They fought deeper and deeper into its tunnels, followed the various paths, and eventually came across the end room. Three chests greeted them and the group swarmed for their rewards. Except, it was all just a façade.

                Touching the chests triggered a trap and locked them in the room. They fought and fought, but nothing opened the doors. Two people were killed, and the rest were on the verge of dying when the walls finally opened up again. The group scrambled to get out, but another last wave spawned right in their path. The last of the other party members were killed and Tiera was separated from him. In an attempt to save him, she tried to fight through the monsters but that’s when she lost her weapon. One of them disarmed her and she was knocked out of the room. Before she could get back inside, the wall closed.

                Without a weapon and without any way inside, she sat there. Empty. She didn’t know how much time had passed before monsters started to spawn near her again, forcing her to leave the cave. Once she was finally outside, she cried. She had no idea what to do. Her love was gone, her weapon locked in the room, and the others were dead as well. What was supposed to be a simple task had ended with the worst outcome possible, and she was entirely alone.

                After a few days of wandering around with no aim or reason to live, she made up her mind. She’d go back into the cave and get her sword back. She’d beat that room and come back out of it victorious, regardless of what it took to do so.

                That’s when she found Lyle’s blacksmith shop, and the rest Furrow knew.

 

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                “Sounds to me like you want to run into that cave and die.” Furrow stood up and stretched, pushing on his hips and leaning back as far as he could. The woman shot him a glare.

                “If I wanted to do that, I wouldn’t have come out of that cave,” she retorted. Furrow scoffed.

                “No. You ran because you were scared. Don’t confuse that for being smart.” He returned the harsh glare, staring at the woman until she finally looked down. She knew he was right. She hadn’t run because she wanted to survive or because she wanted to get revenge. She ran away because she was afraid of dying. She feared the unknown that came when someone died. She didn’t want to survive, that wasn’t her thought. She wanted to escape the pain of the cave and of what had just happened. If she had wanted to survive, she would’ve come back, found herself a new weapon immediately, and went back out to train. Instead she sulked around until she had no other option but to put all of her chips into one pile and either be victorious or die trying. And that was stupidity at its finest.

 

                “Come on. Let’s go get your sword back.” Furrow yawned and started to walk in the direction of the gate. The woman sat there for a moment, staring at her hands. Then the wheel clicked in her head. She jumped to her feet.

                “Wait! You’re going to help me?” She asked abruptly.

                “That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” Furrow kept walking and waved for her to follow. The woman stared at Furrow’s back, as if her verbal comprehension system had shut down for the moment. When the hamster came back from its break, she ran to catch up.

                “You understand we’re probably going to die, right? That cave was no joke!” It was almost like she didn’t want to go, even after all of her fuss. Furrow eyed her warily. She had made such a big deal about the sword and now she was questioning him for wanting to go and get it? Strange.

                “Listen. Two things. One; When someone asks you for help, you help them. And two; where there’s effort and risk, there’s growth and reward,” Furrow said. “I can help you get your sword back and that will give me the satisfaction of having helped someone in need, will have solved your issue of not having a weapon, and we’ll both become stronger because of this. Sure we could both die or become severely injured, but it wouldn’t be worth it if we didn’t have to struggle a little bit.”

                “You’re a strange person.” She didn’t pull any punches, which made Furrow chuckle.

                “Yes, you could say that. Lead the way.”

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Word Count: 464

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

[Furrow 0]

The pair left the city at a leisurely pace, in relative quiet. Furrow went over the things he had learned the prior few days and weeks, and put together a mental game plan of how he may handle various situations. Tiera seemed to be uneasy about the task and her face showed it. She looked pale, her breathing was short, and her eyes looked distant. She was thinking too. Of what, Furrow didn’t dare guess. As much as he hoped she was thinking positive thoughts, her actions before warned him otherwise. She was tough from what she had shared. Yet if she didn’t keep her focus or let her emotions slip, then she could become a liability. Something Furrow had to keep in check himself.

                But when they reached the cave, Furrow understood why she was uneasy. The entrance wasn’t just any entrance, it was a maw. The area around the front of the cave was barren, open, and vulnerable. The cliff face the cave burrowed into was sheer and rough. And the entrance itself was pitch black, with the floor plunging into an abyss. A small pedestal marked the entrance on the left. It was a small stone structure that looked like a Chinese dragon. Which made sense. The cave was almost like a mouth waiting to swallow them whole.

                “This it?” Furrow asked the obvious, just in case. Tiera nodded silently. She was shaking. “Right then. Let’s get on with it.” Without daring let her second guess this, he strode ahead and stepped through the threshold, into the dark.

 

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                The incline of the stone floor was rather steep at first, but to Furrow’s delight he nearly stumbled as the floor came up to meet his feet. He paused at the flat end to the slope and looked behind him. Tiera was there, holding her hands close to her stomach as she followed him. While she seemed to play herself off as tough and a frontline-type fighter, Furrow was beginning to wonder about that. Walls are only so thick.

                “Are there multiple passages?” Furrow asked as he continued to walk. He eyed the walls for any form of traps or entrances and kept his nose up to smell for monsters. Unlike the outside where there could be a breeze to mask a creature’s scent, the air in here would be still. Any wretched stench would give away the presence of monster’s in an instant.

                “Yes. Up ahead it’ll split into two. Left is where we want to go.” Her voice was shaky, just like her hands. Furrow looked over his shoulder at her and pressed his lips tight together. He was losing faith in her by the second.

                “Listen, Tiera. I don’t want to question your resolve to be here, but if you are uneasy or doubtful of our success, then it may be best for you to wait outside,” Furrow declared. She opened her mouth to argue but decided against it. She took in a deep breath, held it, then let it out. With it, she let out her unease and the emotions tugging on her mind. She grabbed onto the hilt of the borrowed sword at her hip and nodded to Furrow. He eyed her cautiously, then turned to continue.

                “Alright then,” he said. Furrow led the way to the first split, then made Tiera go ahead of him. She took him left, around a wide bend, and then through a center tunnel when the passage split into three. Once they stepped through into the new corridor, he placed a hand on his sword hilt. There it was. The pungent stench of vile. It was faint, a thin veil of the putrid smell, but it was a noticeable change.

                “Tiera,” Furrow called.

                “Yes. They’re up ahead.” Tiera pulled her own sword free and held it firmly in front of her. Furrow waited on his own blade, vying to wait until he had confirmed what he was dealing with. Not ten more steps and the tunnel came to an abrupt end. Instead, the walls opened up to a slightly larger room with three additional passages, one on each side of the room. It was an intersection. And standing in the middle, grumbling at one another?

                Goblins.

                Furrow clenched his teeth and subconsciously gripped onto his blade. Goblins? Well, what could he expect? Boars? There was no way little boars would have wandered down this far underground with no food readily available. Of course it would be some kind of dark creature. Goblins just happened to be the roll he got. Thankfully though, they were small. Lower leveled sentries most likely. Although, just because they were sentries Furrow wouldn’t take them lightly. For one, this world wasn’t exactly rooting for the player. The odds were against the players here and a mistake could mean death. Not only that but if there were sentries here, then there were bigger goblins further in. It was a warning of what was to come.

                “Tiera, you handle the one off to the side. I’ll take the two in the middle.” Furrow drew his sword and stepped forward.

                “You sure?” He smirked at her question and lurched forward, taking the initiative.

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Word Count: 606

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                Clutching the hilt of his sword, Furrow engaged his two targets without holding back. He leaned into his strike and swung hard, heavy, and aggressively. He cared little for defense and wanted to use the opening moments of the fight to deal as much damage as he could. Unfortunately, Lady Luck wasn’t just on his side. Her objective view of the world would instead bare its fangs on him, but not just yet. For now, she granted him a little bit of a relief; his initial attack struck true. The sharp edge of his curved blade sliced through the exposed back of the goblin he targeted. The small creature, barely standing up to Furrow’s hip, let out a high pitched yell as its back ripped open. The goblin to their immediate left stared at its brethren with open, wide eyes. Surprise? Fear? Neither.

                Confusion. Humans were here? So deep into their cave? How absurd! The Goblin snarled and ripped the club from the small place at its hilt and swung at Furrow. Furrow performed a quick pivot on his right heel, rotating his body out of the club’s path and avoided the strike with ease. Readying his own sword, he made to swing at the second goblin, his weapon colliding with the Goblin’s club as the creature blocked his strike. Furrow narrowed his eyes and looked to his right, lifting his right arm to catch the rusted edge of a sharp knife. The first Goblin hissed at him.

                This was going to be quite the brawl.

 

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Word Count: 256

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

 

Player LV5 -  HP: 100/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID#120206: Battle: 8 (+1), MOB 7

Effect: Crit +1 On Goblin A, Goblin A Hit on Player.

Roll ID#120207: Mob: 4(-1)

Effect: No damage dealt.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Rolls

 

Player LV5 -  HP: 98/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 44/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Edited July 29, 2019 by Furrow

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                With a shove, Furrow shoved the Club away and twisted his right arm. He snagged the wrist of the Knife Goblin and yanked the creature close. With a thrust and a twist, he sank half of his blade into the Goblin’s side. Blood and flesh gushed from the wound, splattering gore onto the stone ground beside the two. Furrow sneered and glared into the monster’s eyes, meeting its hateful gaze as he tightened his grip on the monster’s wrist. He lowered his forehead and bashed his skull into the Goblin’s, knocking it backwards before sending it away with a kick. The small creature tumbled away, its wound spurting like a faucet from its side as the game began to digitally close the now open wound. Pity. Bleeding out would have saved Furrow the trouble.

                THWACK!

A sharp pain cracked through his skull and caused his vision to blur. Furrow staggered forward, then twisted to see the Club Goblin’s wooden weapon bouncing off his head. The Goblin landed in a squat and wagged its club, a stupid grin on its face. Furrow’s eyes opened and he swiped at the monster, turning his hips and slicing his blade through the air. The Goblin slipped away, though, just out of range and avoided the sharp edge which would have most certainly sliced its throat open.

                Not wanting to get caught in another pinch, Furrow quickly ran to his right. He heard a swish behind him and turned to see the Knife Goblin had taken a swing at him. The runt.

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Word Count: 257

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 98/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 44/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120208: Battle 9 (+1), Mob 4

Effect: Crit +2 on Goblin A, Goblin A Missed.

Roll ID #120209: Mob 9

Effect: Goblin B Crit +1 on Player.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 95/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 37/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Edited July 29, 2019 by Furrow

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                Stomping forward, Furrow took in a deep breath and lifted his sword over his shoulder. With a snap, he brought the blade down like a hammer rather than a sword. The blade cut through the air and whistled faintly as he aimed to crack open the Club Goblin’s skull open like a nut. But rather than connect with the Club, the Knife Goblin found itself in the sword’s path. The Knife Goblin had lunged forward, as if to get inside of Furrow’s guard (in actuality, the Goblin was just rushing ahead). Furrow’s blade snagged on the Goblin’s raised knife and dragged down the edge, popped off the rusted weapon, then lodged itself in the Goblin’s neck. The hard chop cut deep into the Goblin’s small frame. Furrow sucked his teeth and side stepped the weakly swung knife from the Goblin before dislodging his own weapon. He gave the Goblin a kick and then turned to block an incoming club with his arm.

                The blunt tool slapped against his bicep, forcing Furrow to take a step back from the force. The Goblins weren’t strong, but the impact of the club was enough to make him hesitate taking it head on. He had nothing to protect himself in terms of shielding aside from his paper-thin armor. If he let that Goblin be, he would likely suffer a from brain trauma later on in life. Damned creatures.

                Yet even so, Furrow kept his priority on killing the Knife Goblin first. While the Club was dangerous, he needed to remove the threat that could lead to his disembowelment. That was a far more pressing matter.

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Word Count: 271

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 95/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 37/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120210: Battle 9 (+1), Mob 5

Effect: Crit +2 on Goblin A, Goblin A Missed.

Roll ID #120211: Mob 7

Effect: Goblin B hit on Player.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 93/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 30/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 29, 2019 by Furrow

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                Furrow took a step back from the two Goblins to give himself some space. The moment of reprieve allowed him to catch his breath and relax his muscles. He had lunged in and had started a bit of a scrap, but now he needed to be smart about his attacks. With the Club Goblin taking more and more deadly swings at him, and connecting, he needed to be more careful with his attacks. Being too forceful or reckless could place him into quite the precarious situation. He was here to recover a blade, possibly save a life, and get some rewards. Not to die because he had been an idiot.

                Yet, that didn’t keep him from formulating the best was to slaughter these two rodents. Furrow’s grip adjusted on his blade, tensing up, and he moved forward once more. The two Goblins jumped at him together, their weapons high as they came at him. Furrow twisted his torso and snapped his left arm like a whip, swatting both of their weapons out of his path. He snapped his wrist and came back across, slicing the Knife Goblin’s stomach open. His blade missed the Club Goblin unfortunately due to its short length. The creature landed off to his right without a hitch. The Knife Goblin fell to the floor on the left and rolled over a few times before stopping.

Furrow started to turn to his right in order to prepare for the likely attack from his back, but it was too late. A hard crack against his right knee caused him to fall. He dropped to a knee from the sudden pain. He snapped his body around and sliced at the air defensively, forcing the Club Goblin to move back. Doing so opened his side, and the Knife Goblin took the opportunity. Even with its stomach still healing, the creature scampered over and jumped onto Furrow’s back, stabbing him in the shoulder.

                The rat! Furrow snagged the Goblin by the throat and yanked it off his back, throwing it at its companion. After this, Furrow was definitely going to practice his killing techniques. This was getting annoying.

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Word Count: 357

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 93/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 30/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120212: Battle 10 (+1), Mob 8

Effect: Crit +2 on Goblin A, Goblin A hit on player.

Roll ID #120213: Mob 10

Effect: Goblin B Crit +2 on Player.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 87/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 23/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 29, 2019 by Furrow

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                Taking an open stance, Furrow closed the gap between himself and the Goblins. His breathing, ragged and getting heavy, didn’t match the movement of his sword arm. But he forced the swing anyways. Killing these Goblins was far more important than perfection right now. Yet, perfection and steeled discipline is what makes a fighter an artist; a detail Furrow lacked. His wildly swung blade cut through the air, missing the Goblin’s by inches. The two smaller creatures crouched under his weapon and lunged at his exposed body. The Knife Goblin plunged its weapon into his armpit, burying the weapon so dead that its tip burst out of Furrow’s shoulder. Heat swam through his nerves and Furrow felt his head get light. Then he felt the thud against his stomach.

                The air rushed out of his lungs from the harsh impact, along with a mess of saliva and mucus. He coughed and wheezed at the pain, staggering back a few paces. He gathered his footing before he fell to the ground and lowered his blade. The edge pinged against the stones at his feet. He clenched his teeth and fixed his eyes on the Goblins. They rushed him again, trying to catch him as he reeled. Furrow stepped forward, nearly losing his balance, then reached. He caught the club in his right hand and tossed the creature out of his path. Now with his view clear, Furrow easily avoided the oncoming knife and buried his blade to the hilt in the Knife Goblin’s stomach.

                One for one, and one for all.

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Word Count: 260

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 87/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 23/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120214: Battle 8 (+1), Mob 9

Effect: Crit +1 on Goblin A, Goblin A Crit +1 on player.

Roll ID #120215: Mob 10

Effect: Goblin B Crit +2 on Player.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 80/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 17/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 30, 2019 by Furrow

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                Shoving the Goblin off his sword, Furrow dropped the creature flat on its back. He quickly readied his blade and dropped it, swatting at the Knife Goblin in an attempt to start some form of combo or chain of strikes. The monster was nearly dead at this point, so he expected its morale to be low if not depleted. It would die here, right now, and Furrow dared the thing to be positive when facing such an inevitable outcome.

                Except, the Goblin took his challenge. Its red eyes bore into Furrow’s skull and the creature rolled out of the path of the blade. Furrow’s weapon smashed into the rocky floor and bounced back up, the hilt shaking violently from the impact. Furrow winced at the feeling, then grunted as the Goblin got in another stab; its blade digging into his thigh this time. He tried to lop off the monster’s hand as it struggled to get its knife free, but missed as the knife slipped out. Furrow sucked his teeth and pivoted in the same direction he had swung, spinning around his toes as the Club Goblin took another swing at his head. They were working together, somewhat, to try and pin him or get him distracted. He had to keep them both in front of himself to stay safe.

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Word Count: 220

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 80/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 17/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120216: Battle 3 (+1), Mob 9

Effect: Missed attack on Goblin A, Goblin A Crit +1 on player.

Roll ID #120217: Mob 3

Effect: Goblin B missed.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 77/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 17/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 30, 2019 by Furrow

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Spoiler

 

Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 70/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 17/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120218: Battle 1 (+1), Mob 10

Effect: Missed attack on Goblin A, Goblin A Crit +2 on player.

Roll ID #120219: Mob 2

Effect: Goblin B miss.

[Computer froze when attempting to Roll the dice and resulted in multiple Rolls. I used the first one for the sake of continuity.]

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 66/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 17/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Spoiler

 

Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 66/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 17/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120222: Battle 6 (+1), Mob 9

Effect: Hit on Goblin A, Goblin A Crit +1 on player.

Roll ID #120223: Mob 3

Effect: Goblin B miss.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 62/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 12/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Spoiler

 

Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 62/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 12/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120224: Battle 4 (+1), Mob 8

Effect: Hit on Goblin A, Goblin A hit on player.

Roll ID #120225: Mob 1 

Effect: Goblin B critical miss.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 60/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Spoiler

 

Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 60/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120226: Battle 4 (+1), Mob 7

Effect: Attack on Goblin A miss, Goblin A hit on player

Roll ID #120227: Mob 10

Effect: Goblin B Crit +2 on player.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 54/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 54/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120228: Battle 1 (+1), Mob 2

Effect: Attack on Goblin A miss, Goblin A miss.

Roll ID #120229: Mob 1

Effect: Goblin B miss.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 54/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 54/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120230: Battle 4 (+1), Mob 8

Effect: Attack on Goblin A miss, Goblin A hit on PC.

Roll ID #120231: Mob 9

Effect: Goblin B Crit +1 on PC.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 49/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 49/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 10.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 7/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120232: Battle 6 (+1), Mob 1

Effect: Sword Art, <<Rage Blow>>, Attack on Goblin A hit. RIPGA

Roll ID #120233: Mob 5

Effect: Goblin B miss.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 49/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 8.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 0/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 49/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 0/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 50/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120234: Battle 10 (+1), Mob 5

Effect:  Attack on Goblin B Crit +2 hit. Goblin B attack on player miss.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 49/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 8.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 0/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 43/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow

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Live Current Stats: Pre-Rolls

Player LV5 -  HP: 49/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 9.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 0/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 43/50, DMG: 3

 

Roll ID #120236: Battle 2 (+1), Mob 10

Effect:  Attack on Goblin B miss. Goblin B attack on player Crit +2.

 

Live Current Stats: Post-Roll

Player LV5 -  HP: 45/100. Stats: 5 DMG, 0 EVA, 1 MIT, 1 ACC. EN - 8.

Enemy A: Goblin - HP: 0/50, DMG: 3

Enemy B: Goblin - HP: 43/50, DMG: 3

 

 

Edited July 28, 2019 by Furrow