Dazia

Dazia's attention was caught by...a random door, of all things. Why did she get the feeling that the presence was coming from there? Vigilon seemed to be looking at another door, but hopefully he'd know to stick around her...

Dazia would open the door slowly, and bright light shone as she did. When she closed the door, she found herself in a room just as white as the entry hall was. Soon, the environment shifted, forming the floor into new shapes, until it had a particular layout, similar to...

"What...the hell?"

Dazia had no clue why it took this shape, she'd seen this layout once before, the difference being the fact that this was an enclosed room that was entirely white. Dazia would climb her way up to the top, where there was a path to the end...but instead of a door, there was a face Dazia shouldn't have seen.

"It really has been a while since that fateful day, hasn't it?"

"?!?!?"

Despite the cursor over the entity's head not being a color applicable to players, there was no mistaking what this entity looked like...Dazia remembered this person very well...

Opening up the doors took longer than expected. The exterior looked overgrown, but the interior...

Oddly enough, the place looked pristine. Almost everything inside was white, with the exception of a few strange black statues, and maybe a few other things. "...Why is it all white?" Dazia asked, knowing that the color might be a disadvantage to her hiding, as her black apparel would stick out like a sore thumb in such a well lit, bright white environment. Maybe the black statues could be a source of camouflage, but little else could possibly contribute to making better use of stealthy tactics.

And yet...

"I...get the feeling we're being watched. Be on guard." She observed, despite nothing being in view. Despite not seeing anything moving, she couldn't help but feel like there was this presence, watching them as vultures and crows gaze at those who may be nearing a potential demise...

There was so little light that it was a false nighttime under the branches, the dirt was barren, save for the large tree trunks that grounded the sun-blocking treetops. Dazia could have sworn that she heard a voice...

But when she looked, there was nothing there. The only option left was to press on.

Time passed and the two players continued moving deeper into the forest, wary and ready to draw weapons at the slightest confirmation of any hostile presence. Such an ominous feeling there was within this area of the floor's forested region...there had to be an explanation for it. Despite having fought off all kinds of terrors within herself, they never truly died. This ominous feeling...seemed to resonate within Dazia herself. Why? What was the purpose of it all? Could this really be yet another inexplicable moment?

Before she could continue dwelling on this, she stopped, for there was some tall foliage clumped together, between what may have been a wall of trees. ...No, wait, there was something off about them. Dazia slowly began to move through the foliage, and ended up coming out to see a "Clearing".

Dazia was unsure of what to think, but maybe that rumor Vigilon was chasing might be a reality.

"Vigilon..." Dazia began. "Are you seeing the same thing I'm looking at right now?"

"In that case, we're leaving now." Dazia decided.

She only hoped that Vigilon was still a capable ally after having only four hours of sleep and what he'd described as "An extremely questionable energy drink". ...Honestly, it wasn't like energy drinks were helpful, anyway.

An hour would pass, and the grass on the forest floor began to lessen. Something strange might be going on...

It was dawn not too long ago, so why was it getting dark again? Dazia looked up to see that the trees' branches were taking up more and more of the open space as the players continued on. "The forest is getting thicker as we progress. Do you think we're heading in the right direction?" She asked Vigilon. She would pull up her map, and see that the two players were heading towards the edge of the floor, despite the fact that said edge was a fair distance away. The environment was getting darker, and it was clear that Dazia would need to remain alert. This floor was known for its tranquility, but Dazia couldn't shake off the feeling that there might actually be something hostile around this part of the floor...

............

A woman walks along a path alone. No one cared for this road, nor did they dare to walk it, for it was hated and feared. The woman, however, was not tied down by social standards, so she could choose this path freely, regardless of its consequences.

A beast emerges from the trees, cloaked in shadows, three of its six eyes looking towards the woman. "You walk here." the creature spoke. As its tendrils stretched and flailed, the woman stood there, unafraid. It could have been childlike curiosity, or it could have been a belief that no harm would come to her. The beast would speak again, this time, its head turned to look at her with all six of its eyes. "Were you rejected by your people?" it asked. The woman calmly and simply answered, "They were never my people, I learned that a long time ago." She then looked up to where the moons shone, breaking through the clouds and illuminating the night. The creature was revealed by the luminosity of the five moons. It indeed had six eyes, glowing a bloody red. Its flesh was blanketed with both feathers and fur, and tendrils were connected to its nape. It also had razor sharp fangs, a single horn coming from its head, and it had eight legs with feet that resembled that of theropods. "Come." The creature spoke. "We will walk this road together."

The woman would climb upon the beast and ride it, until the two came upon a large manor, illuminated only by the slowly dimming moonlight. The gate would open on its own, as if inviting the two inside. "Is this where we part ways?" the woman asked. "No." The creature replied. "The road ends here, but our path; our journey, has not." The two would then make their way past the manor's courtyard, and the woman would dismount the beast. She would then walk up to the manor's door as to open it...and find only a soft glow of color, as if something was disrupting this reality...

Dazia opened her eyes to see the signs of dawn's approach. She slowly got up, and proceeded to stretch, suppressing a yawn as she did so. She looked beside her, and there Vigilon was, still keeping watch. It didn't look like he'd be awake for much longer, however. "Did you zone out or something? Please tell me you don't sleep like that or anything...you're pretty damn late for swapping shifts, it's already dawn." She questioned, genuinely curious as to how he managed to stay up this long. She would let out a sigh before speaking again. "...Never mind, just let me know when you're ready to continue. Just...don't take too long, will you?"

"I'll take first watch, then." Dazia decided. She was too alert to really fall asleep, anyway.

She would keep her eyes open, looking to see if anything would ever try to get near. Dazia didn't exactly have Night Vision, but she could still respond quickly if a threat approached.

She began to wonder, how much danger would she have been in if Krysta hadn't found Dazia or became her worst enemy? Would she actually be safer, or would something she did still trigger aggression from others? Well, she did know that if she never had to kill Wardege, she wouldn't have had to kill that overzealous simp Derenze, either.

But what's in the past can't be changed. There was only the ever-growing conflict between Dazia and a vengeful Princess who just couldn't accept the truth. Dazia looked over to Vigilon, who at this point was now asleep in his bed roll, looking like a face slowly emerging from a cocoon of hide, despite the lack of movement. ...Wouldn't such a warm bag be more suitable for cold environments, though? Then again, it could have just been all he had in his inventory...now that she thought about it, Dazia didn't have a tent in her inventory...in fact, she didn't bring anything that could help her sleep. Figures.

Dazia mainly dwelt on things like what she might do next once this trip was finished, as well as some potential strategies to scout the other floors and know which ones to avoid until she got the survival skill. There was just so much she needed to get to, she just needed to get a move on and do it.

Hours passed, and Dazia eventually realized she was starting to feel drowsy. She then moved her hand to gently wake Vigilon up.

Now, just where would this trip lead?

Dazia knew what she was searching for, and Vigilon had a location to find and investigate. There was much to do, but the remaining time in this day wasn't long. Chances were, the two players might find themselves having to camp out. They at least have a common goal in mind, seeing that wherever the missing player could be linked to the mystery location Vigilon was talking about.

The trees hadn't changed much, and Dazia wasn't seeing anything. Nothing was happening...it was quiet...

Too quiet.

Dazia's eyes darted around, looking for any potential threats. However, there seemed to be nothing at all. She had to keep her eyes open, there was no telling when a threat might emerge...

Time passed, to the extent that it felt like an hour or more. The area slowly began to darken, and the sky began to change color. The forest still hadn't changed. "I wouldn't give up just yet, but we might need to stop for a bit." Dazia mentioned. "It's getting dark, so it might be harder to find something, or avoid getting lost."

Guess they would have to rest here, after all.

Night noted that it's likely the pirates will just remain on their ship to use as a base of operations. While this was true, it did beg the question, why would that lumber rubble that used to be a rickety shack end up being used as a base if their ship would have fared much better?

Best not to dwell on that, as there was a task at hand...but as short as the trip was, Dazia was peeved that her strength didn't seem to click with the use of the oars. Either that, or they were simply a bulkier pair. Was the system poking at her over her height? If Cardinal was to develop a "sense of humor", the playerbase might as well be doomed.

Night would ask a question, one that so happened to strike somewhere. "Mainly, I use stealth and keep my distance. I can't always remain outside the safe zone, due to certain leads I follow or quests I try to take, so having a teleport crystal at least helps. However, it's not like I'm a 'kill on sight' for most players, but most of them seem to be getting more and more wary when they find me. Only a handful are responding with hostility at sight, but so far it's mainly a group of maniacs and a trio of idiots who simp for Princess, despite the fact that she's taken. Then there's Freyd, and an assassin with a green cursor that dwells in the fourth floor. They're trying to kill me, too." Dazia explained. "Now that I'm saying it out loud, I suppose I've been a bit lucky so far...but I won't hold my breath or get my hopes up, there's no telling how far 'luck' will last, especially with Princess 'warning' people about me, if not sending them after my head." She noted, knowing that if something wasn't done soon about all of this, there would only be more trouble.

Dazia groaned and facepalmed as Crozeph suggested to trick them by bringing a prisoner. He also mentioned something that the Treants were highly unlikely to understand. "Just...ignore that..." Dazia said to the confused Treants, who were trying so hard to figure out whatever Crozeph meant by "Shampoo". She then looked over to the upside down fool who suggested bringing a prisoner. "If you really think that's going to help...well, I can't blame you for thinking it might work, but the reality is that, for the given situation, it's not." She noted.

"Allow me to ask some questions." She began, addressing the Treants around. "The elves have fought you with fire and destruction, right? Have any of you been captured, rather than killed? Have any losses you encountered ever ended in anything other than a brutal massacre that left your people in ashes?" By asking these questions, she would bring the reality of the scenario. "Can we really think that they take prisoners?"

Silence. the solemn, grim expressions on the Treants was all that Dazia needed to confirm.

"Exactly." Dazia noted. "If we were to show up with a 'prisoner', we would either be distrusted and driven away...or the 'prisoner' might be slain on the spot." She then looked over to Crozeph. "We humans have been seen moving throughout both territories. Unless you somehow have already done something stupid within elven borders, we should have no problem getting in, they'll just stand at the gates and let us pass without a word as long as they don't see us with who we have allied with. We will make our way to where their leader is dwelling, and strike them down there. It is there, that we will start encountering resistance. Without their leader, their morale is likely to crumble, and the rest will fall into place." She explained. "If you can't open your mouth without exposing us, just hold it until we get to the target's location. Silence is golden...but duct tape is silver, so don't give me a reason to get it."

Wait, there is no duct tape. "No, ignore that, a bandanna might work instead....tied tightly, that is."

@Crozeph

Dazia sheathed her weapon, irritated that she didn't get to land the finishing blow against the target. If anything, at least Dazia knew that the location her lead on the missing player case would take her to the "Obsidian Cove", whatever and wherever that may be. Perhaps an NPC might know the location.

Night would motion to the back room, where the stolen cargo was hidden away, stating the quest's next objective.

The fact that Dazia couldn't just stuff the cargo into her inventory was bad enough, it hurt that she was kind of small, too, as it caused the cargo to end up being bulky and difficult to handle. She set some cargo into the boat and saw an extra pair of oars. Looks like she'd be able to do her part for the trip back to the main Island...although the weight of the cargo might make it significantly harder, as Dazia's arms and hands were trained for combat, not rowing an encumbered dinghy.

Several minutes of moving cargo from the shack's back room over to the Dinghy later, as Dazia picked up one more crate of cargo to load into the boat, she heard a snap. She then looked around, and then noticed that after all that damage done to the shack during the battle, the structure had just ran out of time to keep itself together. "Damn it, not now!" Dazia thought. "Overdoing it" wasn't exactly a concern of Dazia's, but maybe this rickety structure's ridiculously low durability begged to differ. A wooden plank fell down from the poorly-built structure, and it would only be a short matter of time before the rest of the shack would follow, unable to hold itself from all the hits it sustained. Dazia rushed out with haste, but also just enough care to keep herself from tripping over and losing the cargo. She was able to slow her pace once she was out of the structure's range of collapse.

Dazia turned around to look back at what was now just a large pile of splinters and broken timber. "Whoever that 'Greybeard' the target mentioned is, it's his problem, now...if anything, making a new base of operations should keep him and any other goons of his occupied for some time." She remarked, before continuing to transport the last crate over to the Dinghy.

@NIGHT

Night had trouble attempting a counterattack, as the debris and clutter would get in her way as the target sidestepped. Dazia activated her sword art, and unleashed it against the target from behind. A little over a quarter of his HP was depleted. Not bad, but not ideal, either. She'd need to get a stronger weapon at some point, probably invest in phase, if she could find a weapon that had it.

The target cried out in pain as he was attacked from behind, but his focus did not shift. He was insistent in attacking the other player, who he'd thrust his blade into. This normally would have started to become a problem, but the target's HP was dropping too fast for him to be a threat to the two players. Nevertheless, the target did not see fit to admit defeat. "Ye've ruined everything...I'll see to it that ye both be sent to Davy Jones' locker!" He snarled. Dazia scoffed in response, the target was truly pitiful. "Not like that, you won't."

(Dazia)ID# 209048 BD: 9

Infernal Crescent: 24x15-80=280 Damage to Burlock

(Burlock)ID# 209049 BD: 9

[2,3] Burlock | HP: 215/1000 | DMG: 175 | MIT: 80 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | CD10+: [DoT: 30 DMG (2)] | BD9/10: +50/100 DMG, CD10+: PHASE | Disablement Immune

NIGHT | HP: 823/1080 | EN: 102/146 | DMG: 21 | ACC: 3+2 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 44 | LM: 2 | HLY/FLN: 16 | LD: 5 | BH: 55 | TAUNT
Dazia | HP 680/680 | EN 54/86 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 44 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 4 | Fallen: 8 | LD: 1 | Stealth Rating: 5

Before Dazia could strike, Night made her attack on the target, knocking him over. The target fell to the ground as Dazia was attempting to use her sword art. The attack missed the target by an inch, but the poorly crafted "doorframe" sustained heavy damage.

However, the doorframe wasn't what Dazia intended to hit. At this rate, she just might bring the house down instead of the target.

The target proceeded to get up, and he would lunge with his weapon. Dazia attempted to stop him in his tracks, but the target proved to be stronger than expected. "Out of the way, scamp." He grumbled as he shoved her aside before lashing out at the other player, slashing across her avatar with his cutlass. The damage dealt, however, didn't seem to be much of an issue. Dazia took position to ready another sword art, but she'd have to time it right as to avoid any allies getting caught in the crossfire.

(Dazia)ID# 209043 BD: 4+3-2=5(miss)

(Burlock)ID# 209044 BD: 7+2-3=6(hit)

[0,3] Burlock | HP: 495/1000 | DMG: 175 | MIT: 80 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | CD10+: [DoT: 30 DMG (2)] | BD9/10: +50/100 DMG, CD10+: PHASE | Disablement Immune

NIGHT | HP: 949/1080 | EN: 100/146 | DMG: 21 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 44 | LM: 2 | HLY/FLN: 16 | LD: 5 | BH: 55 | TAUNT
Dazia | HP 680/680 | EN 65/86 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 44 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 4 | Fallen: 8 | LD: 1 | Stealth Rating: 5

Before Dazia knew it, Night had quite literally jumped into the fray, and proceeded to finish off the two survivors of Dazia's attack. It wouldn't seem like Dazia would be getting close to avoiding debt anytime soon, but if there was anything left, she might have to get a move on before it was too late, otherwise she'd have to pay this acquaintance.

The player noticed two weapons had clattered onto the floor, and began to examine one of them. Dazia looked at the other blade, but now was not the time to rummage through junk in hopes of finding what was likely an unidentified weapon that would usually turn out to be a wasted gamble instead.

The sound of footsteps caught Dazia's attention. "There's more." Dazia whispered to her ally, before backing up and taking position to hide. Only one came out the door, so it would be safe to guess that he would be a bigger threat than all the two had faced previously. He saw the mess that had been made here, as well as the damages that were done to the poorly built structure. "What do ya think you're doin', bargin' in here and massacrin' Greybeard's crew?" He began. He couldn't believe what these two had just done. He looked over to Dazia, spotting her in the shadows. "And don't think I can't see ye there!"

Dazia remained silent, her only response being to glare at the target. "What, am I supposed to think you're intimidating, little scamp? I've seen worse than you." The target responded. Dazia's eyes burned as she immediately drew her weapon. "Do you want to try saying that again?" She threatened as she stared infernal daggers at the target. "Oh, please..." The target sighed, unimpressed. "I don't care what either of ye try, neither of ya will be leaving here alive. Any last words before I cut ye both down where ye stand?

Dazia took this as an opportunity. This was why she was here, after all. She came to this floor to follow a lead. "...Midnight. Blade. Earthen Sun." She spoke. The target seemed confused. "That's...what's the Obsidian Cove got to to do with this? Nothing!" He uttered out. "Ah, so that's what it means, a location...about damn time my lead actually got somewhere." Dazia thought. "Obsidian Cove. Noted, thank you for your cooperation. With that out of the way, let's get this over with..." She said aloud as she readied her weapon.

ID# 208956 LD: 4+5=9(Failed to pass Passive Detection. Dazia is found.)

Night would enter and catch three of the targets' attention. She made some witty banter with them before eliminating all three in one fell swoop. What pathetic minions those deckhands were. It was then that the other two Pirate Deckhands had noticed they had an intruder, as well as the fact that said intruder had just effortlessly slaughtered three of their crewmates. Dazia still hadn't been noticed. but the surprised shouting that came from the two deckhands were followed by fast approaching footsteps. Dazia readied her Sword Art, but she would wait until the right moment to activate it.

Two figures would barge into the scene. One of which, who appeared as a burly and strong male, seemed agitated at the apparent commotion that led him here. The other seemed to be a female that was more vocal about the situation. "Oi, what's going on he-"

Dazia unleashed her Sword Art, leaving red marks that could easily suggest large gashes in the targets. The Deckhands cried out as they were flung by the impact just before they shattered. The burly figure let out nothing more than a pained grunt, while the female beside him seemed so suffer a more severe blow. The male boatswain glared at Dazia, and the female struggled to keep herself standing after the force of the blow. One hand on her blade, the other against the red mark across her torso. While her glare was less intimidating, Dazia could see the hatred within. "Yer gonna pay for that one, lass."

Dazia took position to evade, countering the target with a glare of her own. "Try me."

Action taken: Surprise Attack(Assassin)

ID# 208868 BD: 4

ID# 208869 BD: 10

ID# 208870 BD: 4

ID# 208871 BD: 10

Infernal Crescent(AoE-I): 27x15-40=365 DMG to Pirate Deckhand 4, 27x15-100=305 DMG to Boatswain Amir, 29x15-40=395 DMG to Pirate Deckhand 5, 29x15-50=385 DMG to Boatswain Jessamine

[1-2]Dazia | HP 680/680 | EN 63/86 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 44 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 4 | Fallen: 4 | LD: 1 | Stealth Rating: 5

[0-0]NIGHT | HP: 1080/1080 | EN: 127/146 | DMG: 21 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 44 | LM: 2 | HLY/FLN: 16 | LD: 5 | BH: 55 | TAUNT | Stealth Rating: 6

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Pirate Deckhand #4 | HP: --115/250 | DMG: 85 | MIT: 40

Pirate Deckhand #5 | HP: -145/250 | DMG: 85 | MIT: 40

Boatswain Amir | HP: 395/700 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 100 | EVA: 2

Boatswain Jessamine | HP: 165/550 | DMG: 200 | MIT: 50 | ACC: 2

The other player introduced herself as Night as she helped Dazia up. The woman was only an inch taller than Dazia. In all honesty, Dazia didn't mind that the difference was only an inch. Night asked to know what Dazia had eavesdropped on. "What I got close enough to hear was you two discussing the means of transportation to the targets' cove. However, the frantic expressions show evidence of having escaped or survived an assault of some sort. Seeing that the targets you were sent after are in a secluded locale across the water, a fair enough distance away from the main Island of the floor, what happened could come clear if the hints were put together." She explained, thinking aloud as she did. "Piracy." She deduced.

Night would then note that the targets were inside the poorly-built shack, and that somewhere inside the rickety structure, or on board their ship, was the stolen cargo. The new ally would be cut off by a loud, boisterous noise. As distant as it was, the volume seemed to speak, well, volumes of the targets' arrogance, that they never considered the fact that they could have been followed, with enemies sent to put them down.

Dazia was asked about her build, probably for strategic clarification. "I focus mainly on damage and survival. I took up stealth as a survival aspect, but with the right additions, it makes fighting much easier." She answered. She then looked towards the targets' location. "Personally, I doubt they'll see me coming, as long as we know what we're doing."

She would then move to approach the rickety shack. She began to open it cautiously, as to avoid making enough noise to alert the targets. Dazia then slowly drew her blade. So far, she hadn't been noticed. There might be five enemies within her vision, but a Surprise Attack should be able to wipe those smiles off the enemies' faces at the very least...

ID# 208862 LD: 9+5=14

Stealth Rating: 14(Surpasses Passive Detection. NPCs/Mobs are currently unable to detect Dazia)

The other player seemed confused by how Dazia had mentioned the main source of her problems. The other player would also remark that boats didn't give out quests...but then she put two and two together, realizing that Dazia had managed to successfully shadow her up to this point. Upon being asked if she'd done so, Dazia was unable to immediately respond with anything other than an awkwardly timed shoulder shrug. "...Maybe."

The other player proceeded to say that Dazia could've just asked if she wanted to join, and that whatever bounty was on her head probably wasn't as bad as Dazia was making it out to be. Ever heard of the phrase "better safe than sorry"? "Honestly, I should be thankful you've got common sense, unlike some of those bozos out there..." A few of which she'd encountered earlier, but she left that little detail out for the time being. The other player then offered a hand to Dazia, saying that if she helped the player out with the quest, that she could consider it as payment for the impromptu ferrying, as long as Dazia manages to do well enough. "Deal." Dazia decided, accepting the other player's hand. "My username is Dazia, in case you were still wondering."

A sudden stop could be heard. That can't have been good.

A tug at Dazia's cover was then felt. "Damn it, I knew I should have tried a less obvious method!" She thought.

The rag was then forcefully ripped away from her, and she ended up flinching. Under normal circumstances, the cursor over the other player's green cursor would have been reassuring...but these were not normal circumstances...

There were two dark haired players, just awkwardly scowling at each other. The other player would ask if Dazia was going to pay fare for the trip here, and proceeded to say what came across as demanding to know who she was. "If my name wasn't slandered by a vengeful princess who considers me her sworn enemy, I wouldn't need to be hiding all the time. I normally would have taken better precautionary measures and avoided you, but I needed to find what's literally the only quest on this floor, and last I checked, there was only this boat."

Dazia's next lead happened to drag her here, over the mention of a quest...if Krysta hadn't been tipping players off to turn them against Dazia, she wouldn't be in this position. She'd need to have another chat with Vigilon at some point...see if she can't get him to end this damn charade already.

Dazia took some thoughts into consideration. If she was going to take the same boat as this other player, she'd have to do it now. "No time like the present to be reckless, I suppose..." Dazia thought.

As the other player was finishing up conversation with the NPC, Dazia got herself into the boat and covered herself with a large rag. Hopefully she'd be able to blend in with this dinghy for the time being. Soon, she heard the sounds of someone getting into the dinghy. No doubt, it was the player who had now finished speaking with the NPC. Dazia remained still, her sense of hearing being her only hint as to what was going on.

It felt like some time, remaining still and keeping hidden under the cover of the rag. Soon, she felt less general movement from the dinghy. Dazia would wait to hear the player leaving the boat before slowly peeking her cowl-covered head out from the rag to see whether or not it was safe to leave the cover of the rag and out of the dinghy.

ID# 208818 LD: 9+5=14

Stealth Rating: 14

Dazia would begin hearing a conversation play out as she slowly made her way closer. Chances were, the other player might be taking a quest.

It might be the one Dazia was searching for.

So she considered her options. She could attempt to tag along, with the risk of being attacked or challenged by the other player. She could continue to remain in stealth, and shadow the other player taking the quest, with the risk of being discovered along the way. Or, she could wait it out and attempt the quest on her own...due to the fact that this was an MMO, the latter option seemed the least viable. The first option, however, still had the potential to be dangerously risky...

For the time being, she would remain in stealth and continue getting closer, but slowly and cautiously. Even upon slightly closer inspection, Dazia had no visual recognition of this player... If things ever went south, at least she had a teleport crystal.

ID# 208816 LD: 11+5=16

Stealth Rating: 16

Enemies could be anywhere...that was always the truth in this forsaken game.

No thanks to Princess tipping off certain individuals, Dazia had recently gained a minor reputation of notoriety...in a way that could easily make people suspicious of Dazia's presence. If Dazia couldn't prove Princess wrong somehow, she'd be chased all around Aincrad as if she was most wanted. Having to deal with those odd players near the coastline was enough for today, but she'd heard there was a quest around this floor somewhere...now if she could just find the damn location...

It was only when Dazia spotted a player speaking with an NPC that her sense of caution spiked again. The NPCs didn't seem to mind her presence yet, but she could never be too sure about players she didn't know. She took cover immediately, concealing herself with what was around her. Until she could do something about Princess staining her name, Dazia would have to always proceed with caution.

ID# 208805 LD: 19+5=24
Stealth Rating: 24

Stats and Equipment:

Dazia stopped dead in her tracks when the pink haired player gave her a piercing stare upon eye contact. She barely overheard Vigilon ask if something was wrong. She could be wrong, but she could have sworn she heard the player claim there wasn't anything there... Dazia knew she was seen, so this player had chosen to cover up Dazia's presence...there must be something going on. Even if the pink haired player wasn't a threat, what of the purple haired one?

ID# 207788 LD: 2+5=7

Stealth Rating: 7

With hardly any cover left to hide behind, aside from a boulder almost too small for even her to hide behind, she prepared her messenger from behind the cover.

Upon pressing send, she hastily closed her menu and attempted to remain hidden behind the stone. The pink haired player already knew she was here, but hopefully either she wasn't found or called out, or there were no actual threats. She only felt the necessity to play it safe, but since she'd been seen, it wouldn't be for long, anyway.

Who were these Armored Individuals? Why was Vigilon talking to them? And what did they come here for? These were the questions Dazia had. She had just been on this floor not to long ago, so it might count as where she was last seen...and she knew there were people searching for her.

There didn't seem to be much conversation before the players began to move, though there seemed to be a mention of what might have been Cerberus. While Dazia did not know what they were after, she would learn...preferably from a safe distance, and thus she would attempt to shadow the three. Moving from cover to cover when the opportunity rose, she needed to be close enough to hear them, but far and concealed enough to avoid being spotted. With her cowl over her head, peeking every here and there from whichever cover she hid under...but players being on the move made it difficult to eavesdrop on them, as she would risk being seen as she moved along the ground, despite it being black like most of her Cloth Armor.

ID# 204955 LD: 4+5=9

Stealth Rating: 9

Dazia hastily returned to the floor, having acquired a more accurate lead on her target.

It was indeed a Cerberus that was her lead, but she had slain the wrong one. Now she'd come back for the real deal, and she would find that missing player's clue in due time after her real target was dead. She immediately took advantage of the consumables she'd purchased earlier. This ought to make sure that nothing could successfully stand in her way...and if all else fails, she always had a Teleport Crystal for emergencies.

Once she'd finished the consumables, she would prepare to leave the safe zone. She didn't walk very far before spotting Vigilon talking to two players. Given the circumstances she was now in, she needed to play it safe. She didn't know either player that he was speaking to, and both were heavily armored, to boot...

She took cover behind a nearby chunk of stone jutting out of the ground, peeking from said cover every few seconds. She needed to find out what was going on, but better safe than sorry.

ID# 204449 LD: 7+5=12
Stealth Rating: 12

Consumed: Mini Cheesecake(+60 MIT), Creme Brulee(2 ACC), S'mores(2 EVA)

Stats and Equipment:

Paragon Reward Evaluation:

Paragon Level: 10

Paragon 10 Reward: (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting

Link to Journal: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/14985-dazias-journal/

"..."

How this place still could be found just about anywhere was a recurring mystery to Dazia. At this rate, she just considered the whole damn thing unsolvable. There was no way this place could have gone on without getting raided...and yet, here it was.

The buffs were dull, but their enhancements served a purpose. Therefore, Dazia decided it wouldn't hurt to buy a few buffs again. She'd slain the wrong target, so now she had to prepare for the real one. Mitigation, Accuracy, Evasion...these three were all a must.

Such an investment had better come in handy. It wasn't like there was anyone else out there with such a damn convenient place.

Purchasing:

[14/4/20] Mini Cheesecake (1500 col)

[24/4/20] Creme Brulee (300 col)

[21/4/20] S'mores (300 col)

Total cost of 2100 col paid to @Daemien