Lindow

Lindow had done his morning routine and had some free time to kill before going off and trying to level up. He came across a message in his menu from Beoreson, a guild mate he recently met after the rowdy conversation he had with the others at the meeting. It was to be a personal meet up, casual with a few beers here and there at his shop. Seeing as it was a just a formal chit chat, Lindow had dressed down to just his basic tunic without the vest, and a padded pair of black leather pants. Wearing the striking crimson dye, he set out from the cold fourth floor and traversed the snowy ground to the teleport. Upon arrival he quickly flashed out and was back at Starting City. If he remembered correctly, Beor's shop was somewhere in the shop district. He guided himself there, it was becoming natural to see so many familiar faces as he walked by giving a head nod or two to the people has met as well as Opal who was shopping around for a new Rapier. He had a few minutes to spare and chatted with her before they set on their separate ways. 

The two handed swordsman eventually made it to the shop with time to spare and ducked his head inside, "Hey! Sorry if I am late..." As he entered the shop, it wasn't too terribly out of place. It looked like a makeshift tavern but Beoreson seemed to be standing off to the side admiring his own work as he put the place together to make it more lively. Nodding with the appreciation, Lindow placed a hand on the man's shoulder, "Looks like you cleaned up a little bit. Its good to see you, Brother." 

Lindow stretched out his arm, he would grasp Beor's forearm instead of his hand for a more Brother in Arms hand shake.   

There was truth and realism to what Calrex spoke, and he admired that. He didn't attempt to fill Lindow with high hopes or sugar coat anything or to say. yes everything will turn out to be ok. Because that would be wrong, nothing was a certainty and that being paranoid could be your best friend. He spoke of the lost lives in the previous floor battle boss, Lindow turned his head slightly away feeling sorry for the loss. He gave a heavy sighed and agreed how Cal proposed that numbers and preparedness would be the two main themes for quick and safe battles. Lindow took a moment to soak all that information up, taking a healthy gulp of his fizzy drink. 

"So there is at least a decent amount of planning that goes on before going to take on a Floor Boss, I am sorry those who have lost their lives. I suppose one should not be so prudent. Perhaps setting up some safety laws or requirements that must be expected for one to join a floor boss, that could lessen the loss of life. I wish people would be more responsible rather than setting out for glory and fame. There is nothing glorious about war and death, nothing that would result in fame either. It must take a good long while to be a formidable player to raise through the ranks like that. I am sure with you on the front lines, we are that much closer to victory and to going home. Thank you, Cal." he smiled and lifted his half empty beverage once more to him and took another healthy gulp of the liquid. 

He scratched his beard with his fingers and fell more comfortably in his seat as he leaned back in the chair a bit. It seemed like a long day that was coming to a close very soon. The vast wealth of information given to him gave him a lot to go on. He was in no rush to get the to the assault teams or the front lines, but he would spend this day on fighting to get stronger. His thoughts of family were heavy in his mind each and every day and it was their strength that was helping him and guiding him through these harsh days. His stormy eyes cast down looking into his drink and then back at Calrex, these kids...they were getting more mature by the generation as time passed. He wouldn't say his hopes were high, but a realistic view that things could change for the better now. Times were changing and Lindow found comfort in that. 

They were a lively bunch, and for a moment Lindow felt a sort of brotherhood forming between them all. It was a warm feeling that made him forget about the coldness of the air around them, all of them had burning desires that seem to melt the snow so to speak. As Mack, clearly the guild leader, spoke he suggested that they take leave due to Grave having not worn anything to help protect against the weather of floor four. Lindow was little haunted by the fact of the weather, his tunic and vest were warm enough to evade the wintry touch and perhaps he could snag himself a cloak like the one that was around their great Leader. As Lindow and the others were escorted to a warm Tavern, the two handed swordsman had actually visited this place quite often as for the time being he has taken up residence here. Mack was a big guy, strong and formidable. With every syllable he spoke it sounded like a slow rolling of thunder spilling from his mouth, but he was mature and steadfast and kept a serious stony expression. Lindow wondered if this player was just as old as himself or perhaps another reason of discipline. As they were huddling into the tavern, Mack held the door open to them as they filed inside. It was warm and lively inside and they seemed to find their place in the back with a very large round table to seat themselves. The player he attempted to spook earlier seemed like a lively sort of fellow and in turn played along with his little cult montage. Lindow gave a laugh and straightened up as they say down amongst this mighty fine round table. 

Each of them ordered drinks in turn, or most of them did. Lindow just had his lunch not too long ago so he was satisfied on that front. But he was eager to hear everyone suggesting who was doing what as far as positions in the guild were concerned. Did they all know each other that well? Xion seemed to guided as the Second in Command, was that the one who suggested that they make the vote? The light haired fellow to his left mentioned being the Minister of Intelligence, and the raven haired warrior mentioned being the guilds Quarter Master and help plan attacks and defense strategies. Lindow's eye brows pinched in between his head, he didn't wanna sound like an old man...But, if not he, then surely Mack would speak up on the matter.

"Umm, before we take charge on who is doing what. I...I'm sorry, I don't know any of you or what you have done in the past that would suggest that you could fill the required spot of whatever roles we are to take up. Before we do voting and so forth, why don't we take some time to learn who we all are. This way, we can find true positions that we can fit instead of being in whatever random spot we wish to desire. I am sure...Xion..." Lindow looked around wondering which player was this Xion character, "I am sure he is a fine gentlemen, but can he do all the duties that would require of being in Second in Command? That is quite the position to handle. No offense to you, Xion. But perhaps before start nabbing at positions, we learn who we are first and go from there. Perhaps Mack will be more suitable in handing out our positions rather than us picking ones for ourselves. With that said..."

Lindow cleared his throat and stood up, he looked up at each individual that was seated and gave his best warming smile. He felt like he was in the spotlight on a stage or something and that made him a little nervous. He cleared his throat again, perhaps he should have ordered that drink. 

"My name is Lindow, real life name is Gordon Shaw. I am Deputy Chief of the SFPD and have been in Law Enforcement for fifteen years and have done other security guard jobs before then. I have been married to a lovely woman named Crystal for the last twenty years and have known her for twenty five and we have a teen daughter named Jasmine. I am forty-eight as of November fifth. There is nothing more than I would love than to get back to my family in one piece, they are my everything and I wish to keep it that way and survive. At the current moment, I wield a two handed greatsword that is comfortable with my height and strength. In time I hope to become a versatile character filling in both roles as Tank and DPS, and will eventually be carrying two sets of gear for whatever the situation calls for. I am a Fisherman by trade in the game, though my craft is still of low rank. I haven't done much in terms of hunting and my gear is...subpar at best. But I plan to work hard on being a contributing member of Aincrad. The sooner we finish this Death Game, the sooner I can go back home to my family. I...think that is all..."

Lindow nodded and took a seat.   

Lindow watched as Cal disappeared in the small crowd retrieving their drinks. He looked over his shoulder at the other people behind him, sharing a small smile before watching Cal come back with the two beverages, "Thank you," it was important to use manners in any and all transactions or to show gratitude towards someone helping you, he must have thanked Cal a least a dozen or so times now from the immense amount of help which was happily given to him and here now for the drinks. Lindow twisted the glass and examined the contents, the familiar pop and fizz of the ginger ale he used to drink was more or less one in the same now. He was to place the cold tip to his mouth before Cal mentioned adding in some other spirits to liven up the taste a bit. He didn't think such young people knew what spirits were in the context of alcohol, good on him. Lindow raised his glass and noded, "To the mentor, showing an old dog like me new tricks!" he raised his glass and took his first sip. The familiar sensation of the fizzy drink touched his lips as he swallowed the beverage, he gave the liquid time to settle on his taste buds. So that's how it worked in the game, tricking the mind to produce the same familiar taste as in real life. 

It was an interesting concept indeed, and he helped himself to another gulp of his beverage, "Have to hand it to the creator, this is some good stuff, Chief. If the drink is like this, then I am sure the food at the cafes are beyond exceptional as well. I would love to bring my wife here to try all the exotic foods we have never tried before because, well, our stomachs would hate us for it later." Lindow continued to drink his beverage, there was an awkward silence amongst the two of them for the moment before Lindow gave a slight clearing of the throat cough wondering how to step up conversation, "So, let's be real for a moment, Cal." Lindow moved the glass to the side and cupped his hands over the table, his fingers interlocking as he seemed to be getting a little more serious, "What are our chances, I mean...really? I know these floor bosses are nothing to wave a stick at, but there has to be some sort of moment or something that is telling everyone here, 'We might be stuck here for a while...' Do you honestly think...We'll see home again?" Lindow was not one to succumb to a lost feeling of despair, not while he was still alive and kicking. And he would not fall into that pit trap either, going down and being buried under your depression...he has been there, and he had to do a lot to climb out of that hell. But here and now, this was life and death and every moment counted. He would not waste it, he would not waste this life. Even in the end if it was just him, he would be there fighing the good fight.      

Lindow didn't know exactly know who he was meeting. He only spoke to Mack through the Private Messaging mechanic of the game, apparently they shared some common goals and interest for the game and it was decided then on that Lindow would join him and his group of people to form a guild. Lindow felt good about that, there was safety in numbers and he was good member when it came to squads. Being the DP of the SFPD was something he had earned while in law enforcement, that was to say he might be working with rookies right now. The player didn't have far to go, he took to the fourth floor as a sort of get-away for him from the busy day to day life style of the first floor dwellers. There was a sort of peace that Lindow enjoyed on the fourth floor, albeit a bit colder but it was probably just the serene hold of the place that drew him here. In nothing but his basic cloth armor, Lindow equipped the only sword he had got as a reward for the last quest he had done, The HardEge. A long two handed sword with a cut square tip instead of most swords bearing a triangular pointy end. 

He stepped out of the inn and walked towards the central plaza where a hooded figure in crimson seemed to be waiting, sure enough from the name of the guild he suspected the big guy there to be Mack bearing the colors of their newly formed Guild. He watched from a distance as a few others have arrived, faces he has never seen before, perhaps all younger than he. Well, it was time to introduce himself as the old dog. With confidence in his stride, the two handed swordsman man way to the small yet growing group of players surrounding the red mass of a player. As he neared, he heard the late end of the conversation of starting a cult, and snuck up behind the dark haired warrior, with a dark and creepy voice he responded back in a manner that would make people jump with fright, "All must pay homage to the great Cthulhu...!" After his little introduction they seemed to stare upwards at the tall swordsman who shared a soft smile, "I'm Lindow."

Lindow nodded, the use of not having any sort of transportation other than your own legs was a mild irritation, it was only to be proven that walking was your best bet or running. As they headed out, Lindow followed Cal to the destination, he explained that drinks from NPCs were normally cheaper or had very little Col value to them as they didn't provide any significant buffs. That was good to know should he become thirsty in his travels, finding one of these taverns for some water or juice would sate his thirst. 

The elder player could only crack a small smile at becoming drunk in the game, perhaps it was because of his real life persona, Lindow had never actually got drunk in a day of his life as far as he knew. The occasional beer here and there on special holidays, or a glass of champagne at some event was probably all he really ever had but drinking for the sport of drinking, he left that to the frat boys or the guys at the station. Yeah, it might seem a bit 'safe' or boring, but Lindow respected his body too much to poison it with alcohol, but he did not judge others from drinking it as long as they were being responsible. 

Lindow took a seat at the table followed by his Mentor, "Well, I don't drink...drink," he started, "And I don't keep alcohol in the house either. We are pretty safe people when it comes to that, me and my wife. I know my daughter...has been tipsy a few times. She is a girl that likes to party too much rather than studying. She is a smart girl, but she could use some direction. It might be that she lashes out because I work in Law Enforcement, she likes to rebel and show people she is not some stuck up girl..." Lindow sighed, the thought of Jasmine, he missed her, his daughter. It was difficult to get through some days, the memories of his family back home. 

"I suppose I wouldn't mind a Ginger Ale? I'm not sure if they serve pop here, I would be fine with water or any sort of fruit juice as well. You are probably thinking I am really old by now, don't you? When you get to my age, you can't eat and drink what everyone else eats and drinks. But I am built like an ox, so I can't complain. But..." Lindow shifted his eyes and looked around, "I suppose I really can't get fat and drunk here as you say...I guess I can have a little fun and let lose. Just don't tell my wife...I'll never hear the end of it." 

He gave a sharp head tilt to his Mentor as he was learning the basics fairly quickly thanks to his tutelage. He got a strong grasp of the basics which was something he sorely lacked in when he started. All in all it was a good day, he met a great, promising individual and learned most of the ins and outs of the games mechanics. He would study up on this further later in the evening right before his bedtime to go more in depth to these finer nuances as Cal had explained them to be. No doubt there was probably more depth to the skills than just pretty lights and shows of power. Calrex had mentioned perhaps hunting some monsters, and he disapproved of that suggestion. He would do his training someday, but swatting his big broad sword around like a baseball bat would probably be a bit on the boring side for Cal especially since the first floor mobs were so low compared to the veteran warrior, though he still wondered about his level. The other suggestion however picked his interest. 

Lindow gave a nod, "A tavern sounds like a good idea. All this walking...You can at least let me buy you a drink for everything you have done for me. I know it's not necessary, but you have to let old people do something every once in awhile so we know that we are still alive and kicking." Lindow reached for the sky with both hands before falling back to his sides, "I assume the taverns are back at the shopping district? More walking...Perhaps we can rent a few horses or something..."

The chances of that coming true were probably slim to none. Lindow smiled, gesturing Calrex to take lead once more. 

Lindow brought up his net and examined the contents, there was nothing in there but one ordinary material and he sighed. Feeling the frustration of the day mounting over his back, shoulder and neck. He got up and sallied forth back into town. His eyes one the long road back to the snowy village where he would rest up before going back out into the fields. 

Coming to an inn, Lindow brought his feet to a halt and stomped them down onto the ground to not drag the snow into the loft. He got himself a room and made way his way towards the bed. Resting comfortably by a roaring fire, Lindow sank into the covers that he brought over his head, he faced two foes that could have got the best of him and he came out with very little reward. He needed better equipment, hopefully what he had could serve in that department. 

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+ 400 Col

+1 SP

+6 Mats

Taking a break against the wall, Lindow slowly got up to his feet. The bleeding had stopped and he was in no shape or form to continue battling monsters. The next node he would search for materials would be back at the safety of the frozen pond. His eyes stared at the exit as he retraced his steps, his feet dragging behind him slowly as he recuperated his strength. As he made his way out there was a cold blast of air from the wintry land as he felt his shoulder with his arm, a slight sting approached it as he made his way to the frozen pond. 

Coming closer to it, he sank his body down and rested getting the catching net out of his inventory. He wheezed slightly and fell over the ice, he placed the net down and splashed the cold water onto his face. The brisk feeling overcame his body as he shot backwards and shivered. Taking back the net, he dipped it into the waters and fished around for some more materials. 

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Material Gathering Spot: 

Attempt 1: 28232 || LD: 19 [+1 Material]

Attempt 2: 28233 || LD: 1 

Attempt 3: 28236 || LD: 12 

Attempt 4: 28237 || LD: 11 

Attempt 5: 28232 || LD: 4

[+1 Material]

He sputtered as blood was withdrawn from the wound and the pike was removed from his leg. Lindow was being stabbed and taken out easily by this common creature. He backed up slowly and fell against the cavern wall. He opened his mouth and looked over his shoulder, he could easily escape the confines of the cave right now, he could possibly take one more shot at the gollum before having to take a full on retreat. He didn't think anymore of the idea, a coward today and be alive tomorrow. Lindow pushed his weak body off the pillar and back to standing on his feet. He lifted the heavy sword off the ground and onto his shoulder blade and spread his feet apart. The creature ran up to Lindow and attempted to strike his knee once more with that pike. Lindow twisted one foot over the other and spun out of the way of the glass pike, he lifted his leg and slammed it down towards the ground breaking the spear, and the mighty sword in his hand came crashing down overhead of the creature destroying it's body with a clean attack.

Lindow huffed and wheezed falling back into the cavern wall and fell in a puddle of his own blood. He would rest here before moving on...

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 10: ID: 28229 || BD: 8 || MD: 2 

Lindow HP: 9/23 [-1] [-1 HP every other Round]

Crystal Fiend HP: -1/12 [-2]

+1 Material

The blood drained from the open wound, that was not a great at all. The little imp was able to wound him just as bad as the Snow Wolf, and now he was bleeding as well on top of all that. Gritting his teeth, Lindow held his hands on the hilt of his blade as he stammered to get up to his feet. He wondered if he could still swing his mighty greatsword with his injured shoulder. To add insult to injury, it was the shoulder he injured on the Force in the real world. He cursed lightly and started to sweat a little from the combat damage and the strain of the battle. Shaking his head, the old swordsman hefted the blade over his shoulder. 

The crazy looking polished stone warrior laughed as the fiend hopped side to side despite being severely injured and picked up a pike like weapon from the ground. Laughing with a sort of broken voice, the creature charged at Lindow and struck him in the leg with the stone spear, he grunted and fell to one foot attempting to swipe the creature away with his mighty sword but with no such luck. He couldn't believe the condition he was in as he fell to both knees heaving and coughing. 

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 9: ID: 28225 || BD: 5 || MD: 10 

Lindow HP: 10/23 [-4] [-1 HP every other Round]

Crystal Fiend HP: 1/12 []

Blarg! Blargh! -huff puff- 

Lindow took a step back as the stone creature ranted and raved, its body was falling apart unable to keep its ore in place of its body. It was only a matter of time before the creature met its timely demise. Moving his foot out forward and holding his blade like a bat, Lindow was ready for the next series of attacks. Within a round or two, this battle would face its end. The stone creature revved up and threw its dagger straight at Lindow who was not expecting that action to occur. He lifted his mighty blade broadside out to deflect the incoming ranged dagger, yet he was unsuccessful and the blade struck his body and lodged itself in his shoulder. Stricken from the wound, he bent down on a knee and placed a hand on the stone blade and pulled it out of his arm. When he went in for the counter attack, the blade felt heavier and his wound gushed with blood as he stumbled forward and missed the mark.

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 8: ID: 28221 || BD: 5 || MD: 9 

Lindow HP: 14/23 [-3] [-1 HP every other Round]

Crystal Fiend HP: 1/12 []

Brimming with anger the Crystal Fiend turned to Lindow and brandished a dagger from its body. Now it was getting serious, Lindow thought to himself as he placed one foot over another in the small inlet of the cave. His eyes steadfast on the Ore Eater as he watched the footwork of the creature. Came charging straight at him with the dagger in both hands, it would aim to thrust it into his body and hopefully bring the human down to his playing level. There was a clank of metal against the ore dagger as the creature attempted to thrust the blade into his body. Lindow spun on his foot and slashed at the golem like creature and his swing went upwards across the chest and face of the fiend. It beckoned and yelled with unintelligible words as it backed away gripping its reflective face in pain.

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 7: ID: 28219 || BD: 6 || MD: 1 

Lindow HP: 17/23 [] 

Crystal Fiend HP: 1/12 [-2]

The Crystal Fiend jumped up and down with its fists up in the air as if blowing off some steam that its last attack had missed squashing Lindow like a pancake. Lindow got ready for the next attack, come whatever may. Instead of attacking Lindow it stood there fuming at him with its beady eyes. Lindow didn't drop his guard, but he would mock his opponent anyways and he stared back at him with equally narrow beady eyes. The monster grew in frustration, yelling and stomping his feet and pointing at Lindow with words uncommon words. Shaking his head, he couldn't understand the creature and decided it best to just let it run its course. Was this really happening? He gave a silent sigh...

Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 6: ID: 28212 || BD: 1 || MD: 2 

Lindow HP: 17/23 [] 

Crystal Fiend HP: 3/12 []

The Crystal Fiend got up once more and shifted its weight back to its legs as it turned around, there was something of a smile on its face as it produced and materialized a massive crystal stone in its hands. Lindow was confused, surely a rock that big would deal some serious damage...but was it gonna to really launch that big boulder at him? And surely enough the Trickster Fiend leaned back and tossed the weighty instrument of destruction towards Lindow. He deflected the blow with his massive blade and shook his head, but the blow had rattled his arms and he almost dropped to his knee from the shockwave. 

"Well, there is a first for everything..." Lindow said getting the feeling back in his hands after that.

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 5: ID: 28210 || BD: 3 || MD: 2 

Lindow HP: 17/23 [] 

Crystal Fiend HP: 3/12 []

The knockback of the creature felt the cold steel of the mighty blade as he heaved it over his shoulders once more. Lindow grunted as he brought it back down and swung it over his other shoulder, there was still a glimpse of pain over the right side of his jaw. Was this creature attacking him there on purpose? Lindow released one hand from the grip of his blade as he moved it towards his jaw where he was struck previously. He titled his neck and popped it with one go as he was ready for the next round with the Crystal Fiend. Eyes set on the imp, Lindow got into stance spreading his feet apart. The imp came in with a swatting action with both fists, curious Lindow drove one foot over the other and side stepped the attack and while the fiend had its back turned to him, he thrust the blade at the center of his body and made a massive crack down the line of its spine. The creature fell over with pain as it slid on the ground towards a wall. Lindow didn't think it the creature would do such a weird little maneuver to him, but that was how it went.  

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 4: ID: 28209 || BD: 10 || MD: 1 

Lindow HP: 17/23 [] 

Crystal Fiend HP: 3/12 [-4]

Edited just now by Lindow

Feeling the brunt of a blunt blow of the fists, Lindow twisted his hands to remove the blade edge from the sharp rock where he smashed into it. That was a grave mistake on his part as he miscalculated the speed of the Crystal Fiend. The creature laughed and pointed, mocking him like a jokester. Lindow turned a quarter and brought his blade back. He would only strike now when the opportunity showed itself, he would try not to let this slippery fiend get the best of him. With his mighty blade ready to strike at a moments notice, the Crystal Fiend once more bound towards him, his little fists reaching up and punching him smack dab in the jaw once more. While the blow connected against Lindow, the fiend was on the receiving end of his mighty sword. There was a clash as ores from the body of the fiend shattered against the floor from the last attack, injuring the creature once again. 

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 3: ID: 28207 || BD: 9 || MD: 7 

Lindow HP: 17/23 [-2] 

Crystal Fiend HP: 7/12 [-3]

The face off left the creature battered slightly but still showing some ferocity. Lindow gathered the might of his blade over his shoulder and was ready to strike once more. The Crystal Fiend started for its next attack, the humanoid bound to the left and right in a zig zag pattern towards the swordsman as he uplifted his broad blade over his head. He followed the creature closely with narrowing eyes but not closely enough, his blade came down crashing into the cavern but miss his foe. As he turned the zig zagging fiend came in close and whalloped the swordsman against his jaw jarring him from his position.

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Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 2: ID: 28206 || BD: 5 || MD: 10 

Lindow HP: 19/23 [-4] 

Crystal Fiend HP: 10/12 []

As he moved deeper into the cavern, he came across a crystal fiend that was eating the ores off the walls. He studied the creature without disturbing its meal. The fiend had a reflective crystal like surface as a body, two beady red eyes and a one heck of an appetite for ores. Lindow was not going to allow this crystal fiend to make off with digesting his ores so he brandished his weapon and got ready for the upcoming battle.  

Lindow shouted, "Hey! I need those ores. Go find something else to eat!" The Crystal Fiend ducked its head and narrowed its beady eyes at him as Lindow produced his massive blade, "Nu-uh. I'm gutting you like a fish for that material you just ate, buddy."

The fiend growled at him devilishly and charged at him with a shiny fist. The impish looking creature charged full swing and struck a passive blow against Lindow but effortlessly dodged out of the way, but the incoming slice of his blade came bearing down on the creature and rattling its body free of ore. 

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Combat!

Turn Order: Crystal Fiend [+2 Dmg. Modifier] >> Lindow [+2 Modifier Dmg. Modifier]

Round 1: ID: 28204 || BD: 8 || MD: 3 

Lindow HP: 23/23 

Crystal Fiend HP: 10/12 [-2]

He heaved up his net and looked inside, a nightcrawler and a worm out of that little five minute recess of looking for fishing mats. He sighed, it was better than nothing. He set the items into his inventory and stood once more dusting the fallen snow off his clothes. There was an ore cave not far from here that he had spot before doing his material such in the pond. His eyes set for the destination and his feet followed going into a crystal cavern. He moved with a steady pace and found many mining nodes that were thick on the walls. Lindow got his trusty pickaxe out and smashed into the wall breaking apart a piece of ore. He examined the crystal and nodded with approval, the next chunk of rock didn't seem to come close to the quality of the material he needed. 

ID: 28202 || LD: 17 [+1 Mat]

ID: 28203 || LD: 1

Lindow brought up his line...and there was nothing on his material gathering pole. He cocked his head to the left and felt like roaring out in frustration. Perhaps he needed to make a bigger hole in the frozen pond to get some real material flowing. He stood up and used his foot to crash into the frozen pond, chunks of the ice drifted off and made the hole larger than it was. He had almost slipped into the cold waters himself as he backed away, his eyes beaming once more as he sat down and lowered net to catch some fresh bait. His eyes wandered around to see if anyone else was out here. It was a pretty desolate area he was at. He would give this pond one more try before catering off and going into one of those ore caves he heard about here. Perhaps he could find a beast to battle as well as his HP was recharged after the recent level up. 

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Material Gathering Fishing Spot:

Attempt 1: ID: 28195 LD: 3 

Attempt 2: ID: 28196 LD: 18 [+1 Mat] 

Attempt 3: ID: 28197 LD: 9 

Attempt 4: ID: 28198 LD: 4 

Attempt 5: ID: 28199 LD: 16 [+1 Mat]

+2 Materials Gained 

"Definitely going to take a small breather here." he said looking up into the sky. Yeah, that was a little close for comfort for our traveling swordsman. Lindow had barely made it out of that battle alive, but the luck of the first few strikes were what he needed to end the battle. Lindow got up, his entire back covered in snow as he got back to his feet padding it off with his hands. He moved north as he continued his adventure coming up to a frozen pond with a sign covered in snow. 

Fishing Spot! Cold, fresh, fish! 

Lindow nodded in approval as he set up a small campsite right here and decided to try and catch some bait material for his Trade. Smoothing the surface he found a spot where he could search for bait material and sent down a modified mat gatherer into the depths of the frozen pond, "The ores was one thing, but catching some bait couldn't be too difficult could it?"

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Material Gathering Fishing Spot:

Attempt 1: ID: 28190 LD: 7 

Attempt 2: ID: 28191 LD: 6 

Attempt 3: ID: 28192 LD: 3 

Attempt 4: ID: 28193 LD: 4 

Attempt 5: ID: 28194 LD: 10 

It was four straight misses now and he grit his teeth, the tide of the battle going towards the Snow Wolf in favor. He was stuck by a critical blow and it caused his body to slump and become slightly ragged. He huffed and puffed getting air into his lungs as he fell to one knee. The Snow Wolf delighted in the last attack as it circled him once more ready to pounce and strike, "I can't believe I am being out done by a Wolf. Ugh!" he slammed his blade into the ground and heaved himself up and back to his feet. Swinging the blade around to his back side he focused his mind and started to look for an escape route just in case things would get messy. Already down to only a handful of HP left, this fight was not going to last much longer. And he would not be forced down on his knees again. The swordsman circled to the right, keeping his eyes on the defiant nature of the bloody beast. He could make a run for it if he had to, there was no swarm of mobs in the area and he could make it back to the village without much difficulty. The wolf charged, yet it staggered and almost falling down while it charged. The bloody wolf leaned in for the attack and missed, Lindow raised his blade for a perfect strike and took the beast out with one massive slash upon its skull. The creature was then laid to rest dispelling into nothingness. Lindow fell on his butt and sighed, seeing he had recently leveled up after the fight. 

"Go me..." he sighed falling into a snow bank.

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 Round 11: ID: 28189 || BD: 8 || MD: 3 

Lindow HP: 12/21 []

Snow Wolf HP: 1/11 [-2]

Rewards: +1 Material

Growling at Lindow, the beast still had fight left in it. He shook his peppered hair with his hand after taking many claw strikes to his leather tunic. Deep crimson scratches littered his chest as he looked down. He spread his feet apart and would not take this kindly. His eyes narrowed and he gripped the hilt of his worn blade in his hands, front and center. One more attack, that's all he needed and he would be done with this creature. Then it came like the swiftness of the wind, the howling and bloody beast set forth its next attack in its cycle and charged for Lindow, upon its hind legs it sprang towards him. He cocked his blade behind him and got ready to swing. As the creature sprang at him, Lindow was snagged by the mighty jaws of the Snow Wolf, its teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder and material and snapped a chunk of his HP before using its hind legs to leap off his body. Staggering and feeling the warm trickle of his blood, Lindow pressed his sword to the ground and was unable to get a clear strike using only one hand. He backed away slowly, and bore down on the wound with one hand. 

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Round 10: ID: 28188 || BD: 4 || MD: 10 

Lindow HP: 12/21 [-4]

Snow Wolf HP: 1/11 []

As Lindow had his sword lowered, the dangerous mob took notice and found him relaxing and took advantage of his stance. Unable to react quick enough, Lindow was bowled over by the beast as it teared and clawed at it's leather tunic. Lindow fought the beast off, his sword falling out of his hand as he struggled with the grappling creature. The hot breath and the saliva dripping over him as it snapped and tore into his flesh. He could feel the trace amounts of pain as he finally flung the beast off of him, heaving and panting and reaching for his sword. The Wolf made no hesitation to stop, its ferocity growing now even though it could die any moment. Lindow gathered his blade in one hand and got up to his feet, he would not back down from this creature after that and he would not relax further until this thing was mounted on a wall!

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Round 9: ID: 28186 || BD: 5 || MD: 7 

Lindow HP: 16/21 [-2]

Snow Wolf HP: 1/11 []