[F5 - PP] <<Arabian Nights: First Night>>

[Vincent Cain 0]

Closed to Bahr

Starting Stats
 

Spoiler

LVL: 1
HP: 20
EN: 2
DMG: 2
MIT: 0
ACC: 2
EVA: 0

The tavern was rather busy that night, which Vince supposed he found odd.  Not that it was busy on that night in particular, but that it was busy at all even.  He'd quickly learned that alcohol had no effect on his mind, and most people who staggered around "Drunk" were either NPCs or merely incredibly into the "Role Playing" part of VRMMMORPG.  Not that he could blame them, in a situation like this most people would seek to take to drinking, which only made it all the more sad that noone could truly drown their sorrows.  Not that Vince cared, he didn't come to the bar to get drunk, he disliked the taste of most alcohol having never acquired a taste for it IRL.  He came to the tavern for the scene's that would unfold.  

Most people had stories, their lives like little plays unfolding before anyone who would pay attention.  For example, a red-haired woman in the corner came to this one such tavern every night with a different man.  The bard in the corner was awful and could hardly carry a tune, but he still played every...Wednesday?  Was it Wednesday?  Vince could hardly trust his sense of time anymore, but that wasn't the point.  The bard only had the job because he was the barkeeper's nephew or something, he'd begged for it apparently despite the constant boos he would get every night.

And Vince?  He sat in the corner most nights, a glass of juice that was purple and smelled ever so slightly of grapes so he assumed it was grape juice.  His long blond hair brushed neatly, parting to either side of his face to leave his pale skin framed with gold.  His blue eyes scanned the crowd, darting between patrons looking for the next big story to happen.  What would tonight be? A brawl over a game of cards?  Perhaps a lover quarrel?  

No, today his eyes set upon an NPC who he'd never seen before, seemingly lost in the bottom of his cup.  He bit his lip for a moment, cracking his neck as he pondered what was happening.  Npc's in this world were incredibly complex, but they often didn't deviate their plans and schedules too drastically.  He could feel the hair raising on the back of his neck, a rather odd sensation given he KNEW it wasn't real, but yet all the same here he was, two drinks in and a raging clue.  He downed the rest of his vaguely grape drink and rose to his feet, dusting off his purple jacket and trousers before sauntering over to the bar, past the seven timing redhead, past the awful bard, and finally past the cluster of rowdy NPC's that were threatening to boil over into a fistfight over a game of cards.  They weren't today's story, this man was.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

The words cut through the noise of the crowd in just the right volume level.  Not to loud as to be shouting, but loud enough that the man wouldn't have to strain his ears to catch his words over the screeching of the bard.

"Oh dear sir, I wouldn't trouble you with this sad man's tale..."  

Vince frowned, and with a practiced ease clapped the man on the shoulder.  

"Why don't you try me?  I'm rather fond of all sorts of tales, and frankly it looks like you have the most interesting yarn to spin." He will turn to the barkeeper.  "Barkeep, next rounds on me."

And so, Vince learned his tale, of wondrous treasures being guarded by bandits, their attempts to get at the loot, and the loss of his brother.  Before Vince knew it, he had a quest marker in front of him, and a choice to make.  

 

[Bahr 0]

Spoiler

STATS
LEVEL - 56
HP - 1150
EN - 112
DMG - 19
MIT - 79
ACC - 3
EVA - 4
FALLEN - 12
BLEED - 36
HOLY BLESSING - 24
BATTLE HEALING - 46
PHASE

HOME BUFFS
» RESTED
     ➥ -1 EN FOR THE FIRST TWO TURNS OF COMBAT
» RELAXED
     ➥ +10 TO OUT OF COMBAT HP REGENERATION
     ➥ FULL ENERGY REGENERATION AFTER TWO POSTS OUT OF COMBAT

SKILLS

NON-COMBAT SKILLS
» EXTENDED MOD LIMIT R1
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ ALLOWS FOR THE USE ONE 1 ADDITIONAL MOD

COMBAT SKILLS
» PARRY
     ➥ POST ACTION
     ➥ REDUCE FINAL DAMAGE OF NEXT ATTACK AGAINST YOU BY 50% (ROUNDED DOWN) AND NEGATES STUN/PARALYSIS EFFECT OF THAT ATTACK
          ➥ COOLDOWN: 2 TURNS
» BATTLE HEALING R4
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ WHILE IN COMBAT, USER HEALS FOR 4% (46 HP) OF THEIR MAX HP EACH TURN

EXTRA SKILLS
» DISGUISE
     ➥ FREE ACTION
     ➥ +1 EVA UNTIL START OF YOUR NEXT TURN
          ➥ COOLDOWN: 3 TURNS
» MEDITATION
     ➥ POST ACTION
     ➥ RECOVER AN ADDITIONAL 15 ENERGY - GETTING HIT BY AN ATTACK BEFORE YOUR NEXT TURN REDUCES ADDITIONAL ENERGY RECOVERY TO 9
          ➥ COOLDOWN: 3 TURNS

WEAPON SKILLS
» TWO-HANDED STRAIGHT SWORD R5
     ➥ +7 DMG WHEN TWO-HANDED WEAPON IS EQUIPPED

ARMOR SKILLS
» LIGHT ARMOR R5
     ➥ +25 MIT

MODS
» LIGHT ARMOR MOD: ATHLETICS
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ +1 DMG WHEN WEARING LIGHT ARMOR
     ➥ +30 HP WHEN WEARING LIGHT ARMOR
» LIGHT ARMOR MOD: SPRINT & ACROBATICS
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ +1 EVA WHEN WEARING LIGHT ARMOR
» PARRY MOD: JUSTIFIED RIPOSTE
     ➥ POST ACTION: COMBINE WITH PARRY
     ➥ SUCCESSFUL PARRY STUNS OPPONENT
          ➥ COOLDOWN: 3 TURNS
» WEAPON MOD: PRECISION
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ +1 ACC
» WEAPON MOD: TWO-HANDED STRAIGHT SWORD FEROCITY
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ +1 DMG WHEN USING 2HSS SWORD ARTS
» WEAPON MOD: TWO-HANDED STRAIGHT SWORD FINESSE R3
     ➥ PASSIVE
     ➥ REDUCES THE EN COST OF TWO-HANDED STRAIGHT SWORD SWORD ARTS BY 3

EQUIPMENT

WEAPON
» [EQUIPPED] "DAWN'S DEMISE" - TWO-HANDED STRAIGHT SWORD (T3 - DEMONIC)
     ➥ FALLEN 2
          ➥ +12 TO BASE DAMAGE ON NATURAL ROLLS OF 6-8
     ➥ PHASE
          ➥ IGNORES 50% OF MIT ON NATURAL ROLLS OF 9 OR HIGHER
     ➥ BLEED 1
          ➥ 36 DMG INFLICTED FOR 2 TURNS ON NATURAL ROLLS OF 9 OR HIGHER

ARMOR
» [EQUIPPED] "BLOODSTAINED COAT" - LIGHT ARMOR (T3 - DEMONIC)
     ➥ +54 MIT
     ➥ +1 EVA
     ➥ HOLY BLESSING
          ➥ AFTER TAKING DAMAGE, USER HEALS 24 HP AT THE BEGINNING OF THE FOLLOWING TURN

TRINKET
» [EQUIPPED] "EAGLE'S EYE" - TRINKET (T1 - DEMONIC)
     ➥ +2 EVA
     ➥ +2 ACC

FAMILIAR
» [EQUIPPED] SWINE BAJESUS R3
     ➥ +9 DMG

"I really don't see the problem here," Bahr mused, crooked grin belying the seriousness of the situation.

"The problem is that you cheated!" a particularly rowdy man responded, pounding a closed fist against the table. Glasses and coins that dotted the wooden surface clinked and plinked in protest, silenced only by the violet icon that blinked into existence to herald the object's immortal status. 

"Nobody get's that lucky," another chimed in. "How many more aces have you got stashed away?"

"No more than three, maybe four, surely," Bahr taunted, much to the chagrin of his disgruntled company. 

"So he admits it!" the third called as he puffed his chest triumphantly. Try as he might, it didn't look like he'd be extending his rib cage past his gut any time soon. 

"No, you idiot. He's making fun of us."

The trio rounded their collective gazes back on Bahr, whose fingers idly toyed with a piece of col that had strayed from the massive stack he'd accumulated. The same wry grin from before still played at his lips as he coyly looked up at them, feigning ignorance. "Hey, I can neither confirm nor deny that. You'll all have to draw your own conclusions." This was all a farce, of course. All gambling was dictated by the Cardinal system, and couldn't be tampered with by a simple slight of hand. Still, it was amusing to see the NPCs so riled up by his inordinate luck. It had been a lucrative evening.

There was something else that had caught his eye that evening, though. A noob of sorts, as made evident by his default equipment. What was he doing here, of all places? Certainly there were taverns of a much safer variety within the confines of the Town of Beginnings. Bahr's mismatched eyes traced him as he meandered through the foyer, past the rambunctious goons and "talent" that occupied much of the space, straight to none other than Ali. That's not quite right. They struck up a conversation. Really not right.

"Sorry, gentlemen, but I think it's time I took my leave." He stood and began scooping up his col, ignored the defeated cries of his former adversaries. He had to get over there, and quick.

He made it just in time to see the quest window populate before the youth. "You'll die, you know," Bahr stated flatly, leaning back against the counter top. "Not a quest for noobs. I'd come back when you're a little more capable."