Raidou

Stepping through the gunk that oozed out of these things, the brownish yellow mixture that still clung to the floor with a slosh. The glowstone still holding a soft glow in one hand, the blade one of a different hue in his right. They stood out in the corridor, given the lighting. As he pushed on, the halls seemed to take on a more fleshy style texture. The ground felt moist and soft like a tongue, some strange growth making appear like a mouth. It seems that the Iron keep held all sorts of monstrosities that hadn't been seen elsewhere. At least not yet. A sonar like pulse from Raidou sends ba

Bleeding like an open wound through nearly empty streets, the city of Taft seemed bordering on shutting down for the night. A ring of that bell upon a large tower that graced its center further clattered with noise, alluding to the beginning of another hour of twilight. Soft footsteps, an absent settlement and purpose. His destination? Obvious to those that frequented the floor. He was making his way to the gate, for the forest that this single boon broke apart. It seems in all this time, Raidou was waiting for something. Ushering open a menu, looking earnestly at the clock that adorned t

ID:198118 | Loot:3+6=9, Nothing Happens The wanderer was dead serious, he needed them to push themselves to the brink. He needed to study and know what it was they were able to do, and that would only happen should the AI feel desperate. They screech and scamper, twisting lines playing arms clambering and latching to walls. Sucking noises as they adhere to the dark brown brick, wrap around bars and use them like a wench to peel themselves up. The slight jerking continued, as these manifested horrors were still riddled with FTK's presence. Winding back as the first releases, bars and fires

The iron keep seemed to mirror itself, as everything appeared to be more of the same. It was almost perplexing that the floor plan seemed to repeat, and every step has Raidou checking his coordinates within the confines. It assured him he was in fresh territory, and yet the place looked copied from a hall before. "Unnecessarily large, curious in the construction. Just how many prisoners was this supposed to house?" the wanderer asked of the walls as he slowed his travel, scanning them for some distinguishing feature that proved it dissimilar. His mind raced to what sort could hold up in this p

His jaw clenches, the rumbling bones begin to take shape with more of those sickly twists. Incorrectly folded appendage and torsos being righted as they howled to destroy the warmth of life within their coven. That sound played upon the walls like a symphony. Raidou seemed unfazed, unconcerned, and as if he was ready to die. The patters of quick feet, as the jailors rush him down like feral hounds past any loose debris, sending it scattering in their frenzy. A high pitch whine of the blade still held in his hands, as he stood stalwart against a tide of undead cretins closed the gap. A lunge wi

A sickening snap, a twist of arms that held a frame like a spider to the ceiling. A hallowed bellow, a hiss toward the warm presence of blood that lingered in this undead sanctuary. Moreover, it didn't enjoy its discovery so quickly, this creature thrived on the element of surprise, and it had been robbed of such. Dislatching and colliding with the floor with no care to brace the fall. It twists its parts back into shape, each followed with snaps and breaks as joints reset. A twist of its head like a canine, bloody red eyes peer back with small black gloss before they flare like coals. A heavy

Renewed and better prepared, a soft glow of a small stone in his hands permeate his surroundings. The faint smell of mildew and the small chattering echoes that ring back from somewhere deeper within. The slithering masses that he'd faced before would be truly disheartened at an attempt against him again. Further, ready for their intervention, he was looking to explore this place much more thoroughly this time around. Each footfall echoes off the stonework, as a shift of a red robe bleeds past bar after bar. A painted tapestry akin to a prison, irons in both gates and chains that dangled from

As if time had no barring, as if he could never forget the single ring of a dusty shop that still lingered where it existed throughout this long frame of existence. Raidou ushers through the opening, reaching for his left shoulder and removing the piece from his shoulders. The only tailor he trusted to do the work was the creator herself, he had obtained it from her and likewise she would be the one to do the needed repairs to the object. To incorporate these small bits of fabric he had gained throughout his journey. Sliding an open left hand down the dusty counter before folding the robe

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Ushering into the shop, looking toward the smith hard at work. The same signature sparks softly lighting the place with each blow. Drawing free a pair of blades, both still stunk of the raid. One dropped by the creature itself and the other was the one he wore. Looking toward Griswold and drawing his attention he places them both down with a handful of components. "To concrete my defiance, I will make his strength my own." Raidou murmurs beneath his breath, looking to Orgoth's Legacy and the Black Star. They would become his tried and true shield against the odds to protect others. Orgoth

The respective blow riddles the chamber with lightning and a boom that echoes off the walls like a chorus. A handful of soot finds its way free from the cracks in the cobbled brick, the force exerted held a presence on even them. A quick twist and return to a scabbard as the light of a destroyed mob paints his face in shadow, his cloak fluttering from the small detonation of its hide. Plucking a handful of pages, and ushering away from the enclosure. He sought out a single cage with a door still ajar, peeling the iron bars almost fully shut. A barrier between him and the disturbance that would

Another tearing swipe back in reverse causes a myriad of shards like glass to explode toward the hall's ceiling. Bouncing off like tiny shrapnel, glimmering in blue hue as they dart off the flattened surface. The flickering and volatile static within the solarite blade fades, leaving a soft glow like a lantern still ripe in the swordsman's hands. One remained, and his energy was just high enough to finish the job. His eyes advance back to the table, before refocusing on the last. Interruption would keep coming, so he'd steal away with what he could nab and find a nook where he could peruse it

A slow twist as he peers back over a red clad shoulder, looking at an expression of true determination mixed with a sense of glee. Astreya may just be the sort that would make it out of this, and that optimism may just push her that much further without being tarnished and defeated by this place. "I'll hold you to that." Raidou remarked with a soft turn of phrase, an answer to both of her decrees at once. A lift of his hand toward his neck, to a dangling gemstone that racked the surrounding space. A soft glimmer of sapphire as he murmurs a destination beneath his breath. An instant a blin

A soft yawn punches through a troubled attempt at keeping it contained, and with it, eyes water as if it was real. The exhaustion was all so similar to the real thing. A long day spent in complacency and a break from the medium, finding eyes dancing across a page and held with compliment to a still simmering bellow of tea. This had to be rounding his 20th cup, and each was just as lacking in the motive that each swig was intended. A raise from a chair with a sharp squeal against the stone, raking out in a shrill removal from the platform it was tucked so neatly beneath. A shuffle to one s

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ASSASSIN | Approved Total EXP: 60400 Total SP: 160 Current Level: 31 Paragon: 7 Paragon Rewards: Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread)

From what I could tell the system in PT works gloriously, what looked to be the main goal here was diversity in build allocation. Focus, was the shining gem in this, producing a whole new avenue for DoT based non-stealth characters and I would like this sort of 'what if' outlook extended into more weird character types one wouldn't think existed. To expand on what was stated above by Hidden, I will work down the line and add my two cents: Holy/Fallen: Although there is a flat +184 DMG increase on Holy & Fallen, it's best not to forget that these are not only unique but have an activat

Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing Another blast of energy peels free from a weapon amplified by energy and a max level skill rank, a honed edge carves through opposition like butter. A solid tenacity in a quiet and yet hostile deadpan peel. No words, no taunts, just a silent reaping. Raidou wasn't one for either, no games, just finality. Respective health pools plummet in the blink of an eye, drawing damn near to empty with one quick and concise swipe of light. Vaulting like stones across a solid lake, against the rough rock and leaving abrasions that matched the lines of red where th

A waning sun takes a leg to the beginnings of twilight, the rather a bustle crowd starting to diffuse into a more scattering smattering of faces who begin to yawn and draw into a close. Another turned page and another sip, simple and repetitive. A welcome addition to a rather hectic lifestyle, to take these short respites away from the status quo and the constant rat race into the guillotine that waits overhead. And yet Raidou was restless, a million small factors and numbers rushing through his head in the tedium of recurrence. Words read but not received, distracted despite the best efforts

Squabble settled, peace returned without a single word spoken. Doe like eyes still riddled the back of the novel the nomad's eyes were locked in, and it took a moment before he finally notices. Folding the book loosely, still clutching the two halves with both hands, he glances up to the woman who proceeded to stare. It was as if the thing was some program on a TV, and she was the infant placed in front of it. Raidou's face twists into a bit of confusion, a brow raising as he stared back at her. A slight move sees her head follow. He coughs sharply, and is met with a flustered respon

Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing The cacophony of slithering as pools of flesh and bone move through the halls, finding the swordsman so desperately trying to read what he could. A turn of his head sees a pair of white shields covering the top half of his face, reaching an arm back over his right shoulder and ripping clean a blade since docked. It glows with fury bestowed to it, energy running low but not out. He needed peace, a moment of reprieve from this constant interruption. But how would he obtain such a thing? This was starting to look like a foolish errand to pursue. Another

Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing The blow tears from right to left, sending a spray of red light that mixes with the gold like a dying sun. The edge turns and sweeps back again, slightly higher, drawing more of the same upon digital skin. The creatures wail in agony before the screams stop, popping like a broken cup and sending their fragments into every nook and cranny they could seek. Back to the table immediately, desperate to find something to yield before and if more were to return. Scanning the pages one after another, finding what most were fake records of villains housed here

Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing Evidently the strength begins to rebuild, and tightening his grip, he places down the parchment he was inspecting. It seemed that in this place, to understand anything he'd need to peruse during combat. There would be a break between unless he stole it, and his skill set would hardly reflect that as a possibility. Perhaps wiping them all out would work, he pondered, and yet he struggled to see it would work here. This place seemed designed with the intention of these numbers to never falter, unlike common floors this had no cap on how frequent the mob

Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing Not but a few minutes later, the sounds of another racking of that steel as it screams, being used as a lightning rod from a self-contained storm. A gift from a boss that had unknowingly bestowed it to the man that faced it alone, foolishly. More health pools tick down rather aggressively, damage received so much before when it could even be countered. Littered about the place just the same, left to weakened frames and attempting to use every appendage imaginable to lift themselves up. Raidou begins to shuffle through papers on a table left here, read

Raidou recovers 54 via Battle Healing, Exploration: ID#197070 results: Loot:6+6=12: Nothing Happens One more blast, stamina dumped into a weapon, causing it to surcharge and glow violently in an instant. His feet slide and his grip twists, point falling close to the floor. The robe again scatters as sprint triggers, casting his frame into a smear as that speed enters an unstable territory. Every skill that made him faster, all triggered one after another in a chain with a mental command. Detonation at the point of contact, a blast zone that sends more sparks jumping from his muscles to ed