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[F04-PP] Snowfall <<Avalanche>>

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<<Avalanche>>

 

This quest takes place on Floor 4.
This quest is repeatable.

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Word from the Information Brokers speaks of a hidden respawning Field Boss on Floor 4. A small party reported having farmed the <<Ice Elementals>> found throughout the Tundra awakened a hidden Field Boss in the form of a giant <<Ice Elemental>>. This monster, identified as <<Avalanche>>, proved to be a dangerous opponent for the relatively low leveled party, and dropped a powerful Alchemical Concotion.



Requirements:

 

- At least one [1] pages of RP (20 or more posts).

- Avalanche must be defeated.

- Maximum Party Size of 3.

- Repeat completions will only yield <<Snowfrost>>.

 

Avalanche Information:

<<Avalanche>> is a respawning Field Boss and has the following statistics:
HP: 100
Damage per Attack: 40


Rewards:

  1. <<Snowfrost>> This incredibly potent alchemical salve can be applied to a piece of armor, increasing resistance to Fire Damage for one battle. [The wearer will only take half damage from the burning damage over time effect].
  2. 2 Skill Points.
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Snow
Level: 14
|| HP: 280 || EN: 28 ||

|| DMG: 5 || ACC: 1 || MIT: 39 || THN: 18 || RGN: 5 || BLD: 12/8-10 ||

|| Sif's Needle [+1ACC] [+2BLD] || Freya's Blessing [+18MIT] [+5 RGN] || Loki's Horns [+9MIT] [+18 THN] ||

Skills: || Rank 2 Two Handed Assault Spear || Rank 2 Heavy Armor || Concentration ||

Housing Buffs: || Rested || Relaxed || Clean || Tasty || Angler || Hard Working ||

The air of the fourth floor held still today. Fresh powder blanketed the ground and sparkled softly in the faint light. Each step sunk at least a foot into the surface. In her hands, Snow held a small parcel wrapped in a white and blue handkerchief. For weeks, the girl made the same journey from her Sushi Restaurant in Umbra. Each trip ended at a lake just shy of an hour from town. Most people ignored it. Tucked away from view in a forest, the serene lake remained frozen most of the year. Frozen lakes meant more effort for the same materials players could gather on more temperate floors. Snow, on the other hand, came for a different reason.

On the edge of the lake stood a small cottage. The home belonged to another player she met several weeks ago. Their meeting ended on less than favorable terms, but the girl still harbored some guilt. Every weekend, Snow brought several maki rolls, sandwiches, and baked treats to Mari's doorstep. She tried her best to remain undetected. Her embarrassment from their first meeting still weighed heavily on her. Embarrassed and guilty, Snow still felt for Mari and wanted her to know at least someone cared. 

As she grew close to the house, the young blonde cautiously kept to the treeline. She looked left, then right. Coast seemed clear. She trudged through the snow and up to Mari's porch. She peeked through from the lowermost corner, but only saw a flickering hearth and kettle softly hissing steam. Snow gulped down anxiety. It looked like Mari was either home, or still close. She set down the tightly wrapped package and knocked softly on the door twice. As quick as she could, Snow turned to run.

She hit the end of Mari's porch, but stopped just shy of the snow. The soft orange glow of lantern light froze her in her steps. Just a ways down the lake's shore a figure hunched over. Snow ducked behind a pillar and kept watch. Was it Mari? What was she doing? Another orange player maybe?

@Mari

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A cold hand brushed away at the snow that covered the small stone shrine. Something Mari had to do every few days lest it be completely enveloped. This wasn't the exact place She had taken Toms life; that was a little closer to town - but here - it was where she'd remember his life. What little she knew of him.  Since her run in with Crozeph, she actually knew more about him now - than ever. She knew he had a step-brother, and was the golden child of the family. Knew that he was given every snowlantern #snow #snowfall #frozenpond #japanesegarden in ...opportunity, where Crozeph had not. It made her wonder why Tom did what he did back then. But, Mari couldn't live in the past. She shouldn't. "Your brother found me, yanno." Mari said as she continued to brush the snow off the small stone structure. "Held me by the neck and everythin' you coulda warned me. He had an anger problem." Mari finished cleaning the snow from the top of the shrine; good.

It'd last a little longer, burn a little brighter. Mari peared into the creavice, where a small oil burner sat - with an eternal flame ever flickering. Thanks to game logic, it was one that would never go out unless Mari, or someone else destroyed the stone shrine - and Mari didn't know anyone who was heartless enough to destroy something that clearly held such meaning. "He's a good kid." Mari said as she leaned against it, placing her backside against the top of the monument.

Was sitting on a memorial grave rude? Possibly, but Mari placed this, she looked after it, and she talked to it as though it were Tom himself. Sides, it wasn't like anyone else was around, right?

Mari pulled out a worn violin from her inventory; drew in a deep breath and started to play a soft lilting tune. One day, perhaps soon - her violin would give out - as it ran out of durability, but for now. At least she could play for him.


@Snow

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Snow watched from a distance. She struggled to make out too much detail but by noticing the orange of the player’s hair, she could only assume it was Mari. After they tended to a little stone idol, Snow noticed the soft glow from its center. Her brows scrunched as the familiarity searched her memory. After a short while, the image of the old shrines of Kyoto came to mind. Scattered about many of them were small stone structures which usually housed small bowls of oil or candles. She remembered learning that some were simply for decoration and lighting. Others, on the other hand, served more spiritual and religious purposes. In older traditions, loved ones would light the center or burn incense to respect and commune with ancestors or loved ones.

While Snow’s memory wrapped around the potential importance of the object, music started to play. The slow notes and rhythmic pauses strung together into a beautiful but sad melody. Snow frowned. She was now more certain it was Mari and felt ashamed for avoiding her all this time. 

Yet, now did not seem to be the best time to mend charred bridges. As the song carried on, the notes filled Snow with serenity. The timid blonde looked to her footprints in the and made her way back the way she came. The music grew more faint, and the pain in Snow’s chest grew.

@Mari

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-editing I'll ad this bit in later, imagine its nice and sweet and emotional or something then she goes back to her house. Snow you don't need this to reply to the post. I'm sorry Im lazy and I just wanna go into my bed and kick my husband in his shin. 

Mari stepped up onto her porch. Instantly she could tell there was something off. There was another small plate of food left in front of her house. Lately Mari had found many a plate of various foods and sweets left in front of her door. She didn't know who was doing it. Nor why. They didn't seem to be malicious - the foodstuffs weren't tainted with any sort of debuffs as far as Mari experienced. Blue eyes followed the fresh tail of footfalls. Heavy with the thump of a run. The culprit was close.

Mari turned, leaping off the porch. The poor dango left solitary and alone in her wake. If Mari was fast enough...she'd be able to find out just who the hell was leaving her food. Was it Oikawa? Crozeph? She had no idea.  But curiosity drove her forward. 

Mari's eyes widened as she saw it. The gentle sway of blonde hair. Was that?  Her run slowed into a walk. "S-Snow?" Mari asked breathlessly. Mari paused to catch her breath. It was..."That was you leaving me all those things? I don't...." Mari shook her head. "Why didn't you knock? Why were you... leaving things at my door?"

@Snow

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Clouds of breath escaped her blued lips as she ran from Mari's house. The thick blankets of snow slowed each weighted step of her armor.

Damn it. I should have put on something else. Damn it, Alyssa!

In the stilled quiet of the eternal winter wonderland, Snow heard the hush of another trudging through the powder. The blonde glanced over her shoulder and surely enough, an orange marker hung over the visage of Mari. Snow knew her escape plan was doomed to fail and no distance of a head start could stop Mari from catching up to her. The girl slowed her steps to a halt and she pressed her hand into the bark of a barren tree for support.

"S-Snow?" she heard.

She listened to Mari's questions from behind her, reluctant to face her one on one. What would she say?

"I..." Snow shook her head. She struggled to explain herself. Was it fear? Guilt? A longing desire for friendship?

Her head hung.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "After everything that happened, I didn't have it in me to face you yet. But... I wanted to make sure you still knew that... that someone cared..."

Snow still kept her head forward, avoiding the gaze of judgement she worried Mari would cast. The young blonde was caught, what would happen next? She thought of Mari's grip on her arm when she tried to leave last time and felt a chill in her spine. She remembered the cairn, and the lilting tones of Mari's instrument. Her pain. Her loneliness. Sadness swept in to numb the fear. What would Mari do with her?

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Of all the people to be leaving her gifts, not in a hundred years would Snow have come to Mari's mind. Mayhaps because their last encounter ended on such a bad note. 

I wanted to make sure you still knew that... that someone cared...

Mari's heart ached; she longed for that - for someone who genuinely cared, who wouldn't try to talk her out of things or change her. Who'd just listen. But...did Snow really mean that? Really and truly? Mari steeled herself, she'd not allow herself to be so easily hurt. Not again.

"F-Face me? What on earth are you-" Mari asked. Why on earth would Snow struggle to .....Oh  Suddenly, things began to make sense. After everything that happened. That must have been referring to all the names on the monument, the names that were there because of Mari. Snow struggled to look at Mari. And could anyone blame her? Mari took a step back from Snow, her hands folding within themselves as she exhaled slowly. "I'm...Sorry." Mari began, her voice small and timid - like the field mouse she saw darting across the snow. "You're probably afraid of me right?" Mari asked. She didn't wait for an answer- she already knew what the answer was. 

Mari closed her eyes, thinking back to their time in her home - how terrified Snow had been, just because Mari touched her. Guilt and pain ebbed at Mari. She wished she could say something more, do something more - but Mari knew better than anyone that often...there was not a lot anyone could do. No matter how much they wished it. No matter how much they wanted it.


You're so debased even he wouldn't touch you

"I'll-uh. I'll go. I just - Thanks. I appreciated the snacks. They were...nice." 

A hand reached out to snow, hovered in hesitance then pulled away. No...if Snow was afraid, Mari lending a reassuring hand would mean nothing. Mari turned to leave; the last thing she wanted to do was make someone feel awkward because of her presence. Mari wasn't the type to push herself nor her ideals on others. That did no one any good.

@Snow

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