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Skill(s) Being Dropped: none
Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Emergency Recovery
SP Incurred Towards Limit: 6
SP Refunded: 6
Cost: 6,000 Col -
Purchasing new rooms for Green Garden (Estate)
Purchasing "Attic (Bedroom)," "Extended Workshop," and "Basement."
Total is 30k, sent to Banker
House after purchases:
Plot Size: Estate {PK Accessible}
Rooms: [9/15] - (Master Bedroom) | (Master Bathroom) | (Basic Kitchen) | (Living Room) | (Storage Closet) | (Mega Slime Farm) | (Attic: Bedroom) | (Extended Workshop) | (Basement) | --> All Assigned to <<Pinball>> -
accepting !
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It was an unfortunate truth that some quests weren't meant to be completed by those with orange cursors, whether accidentally or through design. But sometimes he needed the experience. Or the skill. Or he wanted to be there when Mishiro did it. It was all of the above today.
They hadn't been in town for very long, but Pinball's face was already slick with sweat. His black hair and warm, dark clothing did him no favors. He was dressed for shadier, sometimes colder climates. He hated the dessert. Regardless, his hood stayed up, and as soon as they had teleported into the city, Pinball had vanished into the alleys and side streets of Fortaleza.Fortaleza was different than other starting cities in that it could be easier to get away with getting caught in a pinch. Guards here took bribes, and could sometimes be convinced to look the other way for a bit of coin. He'd still rather avoid it altogether; Mishiro knew where to go, and Pinball knew how to follow.
They were required to hold an audience with a man named Abdullah. More accurately, Mishiro was going to talk to him. Pinball was just going to watch from afar, and rejoin her at the first opportunity.
Pinball followed her lead, invisible to the naked eye. He was a little uncomfortable; there were too many people, too many eyes. But he probably wouldn't have stayed outside even if he'd been asked. Instead he hugged the walls, stayed out of anybody's direct line of sight, and kept his distance. His Stealth Rating remained, for the moment, healthy. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep it that way.
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[HIDING]
ID#226407 LD: 15+6= 21 Stealth Rating (please don't look for me, haha-)Player Stats:
SpoilerLevel: 33 (Paragon Level 39)
Health: 800 | Energy: 118
DMG: 20 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | BH: 44
Shift: Tech
Skills:
Combat Skills:
► Battle Healing [30/30]
► Energist [8/8]
► Combat Mastery: Damage [13/13]
Weapon Skills:
► Thrown Weapons [30/30]
Add Ons:
►Focus
►Precision
►Stamina
Utility Skills:
► Quick Change [8/8]
Extra Skills:
► Disguise
► Survival
► Forgotten King’s Authority
► Hiding [30/30]
Familiar Skill:
► Rending Familiar [10/10]
Armor Skills:
►N/A
Modifiers:
► Sneak Attack: Trickster
► Vanish
► Emergency Recovery
► Untraceable
Miscellaneous:
► +1 LD to Searching, Lockpicking, Treasure Chests (Paragon)
► Earn Col Equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in a thread (Paragon)
Inventory:
»[Equipped] [Demonic] Cold Fervor: +2 Freeze, Phase, Cursed
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Warrior’s Focus: +3 ACC
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Black Cloak: +3 EVA
Battle Ready:
» [2x] Teleportation Crystal
» [x4] Lacrimosa - HP Recovery III Crystal {Instant}
» [Demonic TW] Hellfire: Burn, Bleed, Blight, Cursed
» [Demonic TW] Astral Blade: Holy, Fallen, Phase, DamageHousing Buffs:
SpoilerHousing Buffs:
Squeaky Clean: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
Well Rested: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
Relaxed: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
Item Stash: +1 BR Slot -
Pinball had wandered off into the wilderness in search of prey.
He was after dire wolves. Big, bulky, and probably not belonging on the First Floor. The fun thing about being solo on lower floors is that Cardinal got to throw beefier monsters at you. But after a few minutes of searching and waiting, he found none. Not wanting to leave Acanthus on her own for too long, he'd make his way back to the clearing. He returned just as Acanthus was calling out for him. The wind blew through the trees and tugged at his cloak. Pinball lowered his hood and thoughtfully peered over Acanthus' shoulder, studying the tablet.
"Well, the animals are definitely the guardians we'll have to face. As for what they're guarding, I'm not sure." He just knew the basics: fight the guardians, get the reward. He hadn't read up too much on the lore. It was more exciting this way anyway, right? Pinball would glance between the text and the cipher, trying to make sense of it as best he could.
And he could feel the cogs turning, feel his brain trying to spot a pattern... he felt like he was onto something, but he wasn't sure what.
Action: [Deciphering the Tablet] - 15+3= 18 LD
Progress: 32/60 -
“Do you like Pinball?”
He didn't stop walking. Though Acanthus winced at the lame question, Pinball's icy expression remained completely unchaged.
"No."
The forest ahead of them seemed to open up a little in the distance, the trees becoming fewer and farther apart. The path seemed to widen. They were coming upon a clearing, the forest encircling it, with a single colossal oak tree residing in the middle of it. Its branches were large, its canopy full, and it cast the whole clearing in abundant shade. It was the very one that they were searching for. Pinball's pace slowed. They've practically arrived.
And after a moment's thought, he added, "It was the name of my cat."
He didn't give her any time to wrestle with that knowledge, though. He immediately handed Acanthus the tablet, nodding towards the tree ahead. "Here. The cipher should be etched into the tree bark. Try and see what you can figure out. I'm going to take a moment. I'll catch up." If she accepted the tablet, his hands would vanish beneath his cloak. He'd step off the forest path and disappear between the trees like a wayward shadow.
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Once outside of the gates, Pinball didn't feel nearly as pressured. He nearly instantly felt more relaxed. Not only were player onlookers a worry, he really didn't appreciate getting thrown out of the city by guards. It was almost never fun. Zamek had looked to Mishiro for reassurance, and he'd found it -- kind of. Regardless of how the NPC may have felt about it, they'd accepted the quest, and made their way into the desert as a group.
Pinball was already hooded, but he waited patiently for Mishiro to adjust hers. He remained quiet. So did Zamek. There didn't seem to be much trust between them, but the quest had been started regardless. That was good. He just wished that the man could walk a little faster. He shuffled along across the dunes, pulling his tattered cloak tightly across his chest. Every so often he would stop, seized by a coughing fit or the echoes of one. Pinball walked, matching pace with Mishiro, unbothered by the sandstorm raging around him. He'd completed this quest years ago, with people whose faces he found hard to remember...
He didn't say anything. He didn't have anything to say. His eyes were on the horizon, the storm, and the golden dunes that stretched out endlessly beyond them.
<<SURVIVAL ACTIVE>>
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Dragon hunting was one of the few things that Pinball hadn't done. Partially because he'd just never gotten around to it. Partially because the only questline he knew about involving dragons had so much lore to navigate that just the thought of its undertaking gave him a headache. But this, he thought -- or hoped -- would be something different. The signature "MS" rang a bell. Pinball made the journey to Floor 25. He arrived just in time to catch sight of Morningstar, a face he recognized, conversing with someone else, a face he didn't.
"Morningstar," he greeted him. His eyes darted to Freyd and nodded. "Hello."
There was a brief moment where he stood there, waiting to gauge their reactions. It wasn't every day somebody with an orange cursor waltzed into a raid group in broad daylight. But he figured these weren't your every day folk. Assuming there were no immediate rejections to his presence, he'd help himself to his share of chalk and consumables.
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Pinball's Consumables:x1 Tofu Burger: Protein II Meal
x1 Liquor of Might: DMG III Potion
x1 Evasion Cake: +2 EVA {Filling} -> +3 EVA
x1 T3 Toxic Venom - Viperion (applied to {Hellfire})
x1 Gugnir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Crème Brûlée Tray | ACC 2 | Feast (4/6) - takes one portion
x1 hearty soup | oh iii (lesser feast - 4 slots) - takes one portion, (2/4) remainPinball | HP: 920/920 | EN: 118/118 | DMG: 25 | ACC:4 | EVA:6 | BH:51 | TVM: 24 | BRN: 56 | BLD: 48 | BLT: 32 | STC: 40
Player Stats (unbuffed):
SpoilerLevel: 33 (Paragon Level 39)
Health: 800 | Energy: 118
DMG: 20 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | BH: 44
Shift: TECH
Skills:
Combat Skills:
► Battle Healing [30/30]
► Energist [8/8]
► Combat Mastery: Damage [13/13]
Weapon Skills:
► Thrown Weapons [30/30]
Add Ons:
►Focus
►Precision
►Stamina
Utility Skills:
► Quick Change [8/8]
Extra Skills:
► Disguise
► Survival
► Forgotten King’s Authority
► Hiding [30/30]
Familiar Skill:
► Rending Familiar [10/10]
Armor Skills:
►N/A
Modifiers:
► Sneak Attack: Trickster
► Vanish
► Emergency Recovery
► Untraceable
Miscellaneous:
► +1 LD to Searching, Lockpicking, Treasure Chests (Paragon)
► Earn Col Equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in a thread (Paragon)
Inventory:
»[Equipped] [Demonic] Hellfire: Burn, Blight, Bleed, Static
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Warrior’s Focus: +3 ACC
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Black Cloak: +3 EVA
Battle Ready:
» [2x] Teleportation Crystal
» [x4] Lacrimosa - HP Recovery III Crystal {Instant}
» [Demonic TW] Cold Fervor: Freeze 2, Phase, Cursed
» [Demonic TW] Astral Blade: Holy, Fallen, Phase, DamageHousing Buffs:
Spoiler“Well Rested”: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
“Squeaky Clean”: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
“Filling”: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30
“Relaxed”: Increases HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
“Item Stash”: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot -
8/15/2024
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He was familiar with this routine. She exited the castle and took him by the arm, and pressed a pair of teleport crystals into his hands. He closed his eyes. Let the darkness, and then the weightlessness, envelop him. By the time he opened him, he was gone. The feeling of her hand in his own was still fresh in his memory as he slipped between houses, his dark hood pulled low over his face. There were a couple different locations the old man could spawn -- Pinball had been sure to gather information on each, and they'd split the responsibility of seeking him out methodically.
Pinball hardly had time to look before he got the message:
@PIN
MSH: >>
MSH: has shared her current location.He was quick about turning around. Meanwhile, the old man locked eyes with Mishiro and his whole demeaner seemed to shift. "O-oh! Young lady! Excuse me, young lady!
"I am terribly sorry to bother you, but I need help. I-" A violent coughing fit seemed to rack his frail body. After the attack subsided and he took a few shaky, steadying breaths, he continued. "I have a treasure chest of sorts, buried in the desert, at the base of some uniquely shaped rocks. The contents are incredibly important to me, but I am too ill to make the journey alone. Would you escort me there? Though I cannot offer you much col. But, should you offer your assistance, I would be eternally grateful."
It was at that point, Pinball exited stealth. He seemed to simply phase into existence behind him, where he loomed over the sickly, hunched old man like his grim reaper had come to collect. "Yes," Pinball said curtly. He didn't exactly have a whole lot of time to waste when he was plainly visible within city walls. "We will assist you. Come."
The old man nearly jumped out of his skin. Pinball wondered briefly if NPCs could have heart attacks -- no, that would be ridiculous. The NPC looked hesitant around Pinball, trembling, a combination of his orange cursor and sudden appearance giving him pause. Zamek, the old man, would then look to Mishiro for reassurance. He was confused, startled, and probably on the verge of another coughing fit.
Pinball's brow furrowed. "Come," he insisted.
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<<THREAD SUMMARY>>
Pinball | [Word Count: 4135/10 = 413.5] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 2316 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 347 col
Morningstar | [Word Count: 4135/10 = 413.5] * [True Tier: 7] * [Group Factor: 0.7] = 2026 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 303 colPinball additionally Receives:
1,000 EXP
Monkey Agility: +1 EVA Potion
<<TECH-D>> Collected Sword Art
1 page: 200 colMorningstar additionally Receives:
Monkey Agility: +1 EVA Potion
1 page: 200 col -
Pinball disappeared in the wilderness of Floor 8, his footsteps quiet on soft earth. He twirled daggers between his fingers absentmindedly, tossing them this way and that like a juggler. His mind was completely elsewhere. He walked for about half an hour before coming to a stop at the foot of a giant tree trunk. He stowed his knives and took a seat between the roots. With a flick of his wrist, his menu appeared before him. Pinball swiped through the menus and retrieved a large, leatherbound journal from his inventory, and something to write with.
He flipped through the pages. They were old, worn, dark from years of use. Some pages were falling apart, and others were crammed loosely betwen others. This collection of notes was certainly weathered. And while he knew there were other ways to save notes, primarily digitally, he preferred to do his writing by freehand. Especially when it came to stuff like this.
He stopped on a blank page and began to write.
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Sewallus marched away. Morningstar didn't seem to want to pursue him. That made things a lot easier. He started to pick up the pace, now that he was off the hook -- but Morningstar called after him, and Pinball paused.
There was something about the man that was uniquely tolerable... and maybe that was that he seemed fairly tolerant. It was definitely a breath of fresh air. There weren't many people he could talk to, other than Mishiro and sometimes Bahr. Most people, NPCs included, would act either (understandably) incredibly wary of his presence, or in rarer cases, just outright attack him. Morningstar had done neither. Regardless of what Morningstar may or may not think of him, Pinball appreciated that. And he found it surprisingly easy to express as much.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." He nodded and spun on his heel.
Maybe they would meet again at some point.
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He'd met Acanthus a few days ago. Pinball had been looking for a performer (since he didn't really want to go back to Arabelle, and also, he wasn't sure what she was even up to these days) and Acanthus' shop was the first one he'd found. It didn't take him long to realize that she was just starting out -- both because of the low level crafts available for sale at her shop, and because she seemed pretty clueless when it came to the orange crystal floating above his head. Clueless, or fearless. Either one was dangerous.
But he had a soft spot for the people trapped in the starting cities, and those rare players who finally dared venture out into Aincrad. It was rare that he interacted with them, and even rarer that they wanted anything remotely to do with him. He wanted to help her out. He'd offered her to come along on the questline with him. It'd get her some experience (figuratively and literally), and if she stuck it out, it'd get her a good buff, too. The quests would come first and foremost. She could hate him after, if she found out about him.
"There's going to be a tree inscribed with the key to the tablet's cipher. It shouldn't be far."
He'd glance at her from beneath the dark hood of his cloak.
"Any questions?"
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The beast descended upon them and Pinball found himself glad for it. It landed with enough force to cause the ground to tremble, but Morningstar leapt straight into action. He weaved expertly between the Monkey King's attacks, moving with a predetermined swiftness Pinball could only assume came from extreme confidence in his own abilities -- or maybe he just did this quest a lot, for some reason. Morningstar's blade struck true, and the Monkey King collapsed, stunned and immobile.
He whirled a dagger into his hand -- a different one, this time -- and let it fly. With a resounding crack the knife pierced the Monkey King's skull. There was a brief moment of silence before the Monkey King exploded into billions of crystalline fragments, and a pop up menu declared his rewards from the completed quest. Pinball straightened himself. That was that.
He almost felt lighter. It almost made him want to smile. Almost. There was something about getting his thoughts off his chest after keeping them in his head for years unvoiced that took a weight off his shoulders. He realized that he probably came off to Morningstar as a manic lunatic, raging at an NPC like that, but it was whatever. It wasn't like he was ever going to see him again.
"Well, thanks for letting me complain a bit." Pinball offered an awkard little wave and began to walk away. "Goodbye."
SpoilerFREE ACTION | Quick Change: {Cold Fervor} -> {Astral Blade}
POST ACTION | TECH-B {Well Rested}ID225987 | bd10 | -> Monkey King
20+8+2= 30*16= 480-60/2= 450 DMG to Monkey King
(1,0,5) Monkey King | HP: 0/650 (342-450) | DMG: 150 | MIT: 60 | ACC: 2 | STUNNED | StunImm[P]: 0/3- If a Tree Falls | On MD rolls of 9 or 10, the Monkey King will pick up a large tree and throw it at the party. This replaces the Monkey King's normal attack, automatically dealing 120 unmitigatable damage and inflicting stun to each target.
Morningstar | HP: 780/780 | EN: 103/116 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | BH: 43 | LD: 6 | REC: 4 | FLN: 16 | AA | PAR VEN
Pinball | HP: 800/800 | EN: 106/118 | DMG: 20 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | BH: 44 | FLN: 8 | HLY: 8 | Phase
Sewallus | HP: 400/400 | DMG: 75 (100 on crit) | MIT: 50 | EVA: -1- Florenthian Howl | Grants Sewallus +5 Hate against the Monkey King. Requires a Post Action. Sewallus will use this ability on his first turn, and every second post thereafter.
- Shatter | Upon a successful attack, reduce target's Mitigation by 15 before damage is calculated. This effect can stack up to three times. Shatter from outside sources will not increase the stack count, but will refresh the duration. Effect lasts three turns.
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"Yeah," he replied. "Pretty much." Or at least, as far as he knew. He had no desire to kill anybody. He had no reason to. He hated the thought of it. He'd quite nearly gone completely pacifist, at one point, and he probably would have stayed that way, too, if life in Aincrad wasn't so dangerous. Would he kill again in the future?
He didn't think so.
But Sewallus had reached his breaking point. In an outrage, he drew his weapon and pointed it at his back, demanding he be apprehended. He spoke of justice for the people that he'd killed. Pinball stopped and turned around to face him, his cold blue eyes only briefly stopping on the blade now pointed at his chest.
"I could have avoided all of this pretty easily. I could turn my crystal green again. Act like none of it ever happened. Trick myself into believing that I'm a changed man. Redeemed. I'm not gonna. There's no coming back from it, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise.
"And that's what makes me so fucking sick. Eighteen dead by the hands of frontliners. That's current. Not a single orange crystal between them. Self-defense, surely. Somehow I doubt there were eighteen killers chomping at the bit to try and take out some of the most well-known players in the game. Even if it was self-defense, you don't see any of them losing any sleep over it. I hate them. And everyone like them. Every single person in this game that treats taking a person's life like it's a forgivable thing. That's what's so messed up about your life being plainly measured in numbers and percentages: you can't accidentally kill someone."
Guess he answered Morningstar's first question a little better. Somewhere in the back of his mind Pinball registered the fact that this was probably the most he'd spoken at once in a very long time. First time he'd gotten anywhere near as emotional, too. But he continued. "I want justice too. For the people I've killed. I try to do my best by them every single day. But I'm still here for a reason. I want justice for every single person whose name is etched onto that stupid wall on the First. I’m going to see to it personally. ‘Cause we’re all going to hell. I’m just gonna be the one holding the door.”
It was at that point he realized that half of what he said probably didn't make sense to Sewallus, being an NPC -- and if that was obvious in his face, or he seemed even more aggressive following these harsh declarations, Pinball would just click his tongue. "Oh, whatever." He'd jump several feet backwards, away from the two, producing a pair of icy knives. He'd said he'd run, and he'd make good on that promise.
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He'd never been asked these things so blatantly before. He would've thought it'd make him uncomfortable. That he'd squirm under the dissection. Maybe, on a different day, he would have. Today, he almost got a sense of relief in laying it all bare.
"A serial killer gone soft, I guess," he responded dryly. Outlandish answers for outlandish questions -- Pinball found himself thinking he might actually prefer it that way. "Though you could maybe call the first time an accident. It's hard to remember when I'm awake. I just say it wasn't." In his dreams, he got front row seats to that movie. All its sequels, too.
Pinball could practically feel Sewallus blistering with rage behind him. Hopefully it didn't interfere with the quest.
"I'm not going to bother you, or anyone else. I just want to kill this monkey," he said, this time to Sewallus, "and then I'll leave."
His eyes went back to the path ahead of them, and his mind went elsewhere. Maybe it was because Morningstar was a complete stranger -- like he said, he was an unbiased spectator -- that he was able to answer these questions so easily. In fact, a part of him wanted to answer them. He was quiet for another moment before he spoke again.
"If you've got any more questions, I'll answer them."
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He had noticed the rapier at her hip. The slender sword had a curious design, but he didn't doubt its functionality. The decision to switch out of martial arts did surprise him though. Not that he was torn up about it either way -- it was her decision when it came down to it, and he was hardly the type of person to judge. He nodded.
"Sounds good to me." He drank deeply from his cup and then stood, leaving what was left behind. "I'll let you get dressed. I'll be outside when you're ready."
He'd start for the exit, looking forward to the sunrise and fresh morning dew. Before he left, she apologized again, this time softer. Without even realizing it, Pinball's face softened. He smiled.
"Don't be silly. It's not a problem. We'll adjust."
The smile faded as quickly as it had come, reflexively, as if his body had remembered his face wasn't supposed to do that anymore.
"I'll be waiting outside. Take your time."
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<<Using x1 Yui's Grace>>
He'd heard of this questline on more than one occassion. And on more than one occassion, he'd almost gone and started it -- but something always got in the way. The rewards were amazing, from what he'd read. A permanent, modular buff you got to keep forever? Sign him up. But to get that, he was going to have to undertake a gauntlet of boss fights.
First things first.
The tablet had been hidden in the depths of a cave, behind a secret disappearing wall of rock. He'd gone ahead and fetched it early, just in case there were other people coming out to do the same. He exited the cave with the tablet in hand. The morning light streaming through the forest's canopy made it easier to see the runes inscribed on the ancient epitaph... runes that were completely unintelligble to his eyes. As expected. There was supposed to be a tree somewhere nearby with the cipher carved into its bark. He'd need to decipher the tablet before he could continue the quest.
He pulled the hood of his cloak up and walked, cutting a dark figure across the otherwise cheery and verdant path.
Player Stats:
SpoilerLevel: 33 (Paragon Level 39)
Health: 800 | Energy: 118
DMG: 20 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | BH: 44
Shift: Tech
Skills:
Combat Skills:
► Battle Healing [30/30]
► Energist [8/8]
► Combat Mastery: Damage [13/13]
Weapon Skills:
► Thrown Weapons [30/30]
Add Ons:
►Focus
►Precision
►Stamina
Utility Skills:
► Quick Change [8/8]
Extra Skills:
► Disguise
► Survival
► Forgotten King's Authority
► Hiding [30/30]
Familiar Skill:
► Rending Familiar [10/10]
Armor Skills:
►N/A
Modifiers:
► Sneak Attack: Trickster
► Vanish
► Emergency Recovery
► Untraceable
Miscellaneous:
► +1 LD to Searching, Lockpicking, Treasure Chests (Paragon)
► Earn Col Equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in a thread (Paragon)
Inventory:
»[Equipped] [Demonic] Cold Fervor: +2 Freeze, Phase, Cursed
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Warrior’s Focus: +3 ACC
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Black Cloak: +3 EVA
Battle Ready:
» [2x] Teleportation Crystal
» [x4] Lacrimosa - HP Recovery III Crystal {Instant}
» [Demonic TW] Hellfire: Burn, Bleed, Blight, Cursed
» [Demonic TW] Astral Blade: Holy, Fallen, Phase, DamageHousing Buffs:
SpoilerHousing Buffs:
Squeaky Clean: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
Well Rested: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
Relaxed: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
Item Stash: +1 BR Slot -
Pinball nodded. He didn't have anything else to add. They left the village in a hurry, and he was probably better off for it, too.
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They walked in silence for some time. They were hunting the Monkey King. Or the Monkey King was hunting them, apparently. He supposed it was only a matter of time. Pinball kept a respectful distance from the both of them, but he couldn't help but notice the tension in the guard's face. And the lack thereof in the player's, for that matter. Pinball's eyes were locked straight ahead. He waited for the question to come. Eventually it did.
And he didn't sugarcoat his answer. He looked at him dead in the face and said it: "I killed people."
His eyes returned to the road. A second passed. "Some deserved it. Most didn't."
He let another couple seconds pass.
"If you try taking me out or taking me in," he said to the both of them, "I'll run away. Really fast."
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<<THREAD SUMMARY>>
Rewards:
ID#255877 LD: 3 (No equipment drops)
<<Forgotten King's Authority>> Extra Skill Unlocked
5,000 EXP + 1,550 EXP (3,875 Words) + 800 EXP (Yui's Grace) + 10% (Mega Slime Farm) =
8,085 EXP
5,000 EXP [Quest] + 3,096 EXP [Thread Progression] + 1,600 [Yui's Grace] + 10% (969) =
10,665 EXP
Edit completed by Nymoria
10,000 (Quest Reward) + 15,448 Col + 1,158 (15% Paragon) =
26,606 Col
18 MaterialsAnd a bunch of this junk:
Spoiler[ID#225858-a] Unidentified T4 Rare Weapon
[ID#225858-b] Unidentified T4 Consumable
[ID#225859-a] Unidentified T4 Rare Weapon
[ID#225859-b] Unidentified T4 Consumable
[ID 225786-a] Rare T4 Unidentified Weapon
[ID 225786-b]Rare T4 Unidentified Consumable
[ID 225787] Rare T4 Unidentified Trinket -
It was only when he left that he realized why the Forgotten King's words had stuck with him. He'd finally identified that strange feeling in his chest.
The feeling was disgust.
After everything was said and done, he was absolutely disgusted with what the quest was trying to tell him. He was a murderer. There was no doubt about that. No room for misinterpretation there. He'd spent years in isolation for it. He'd spent longer trying to atone for those sins in whatever way he possibly could, despite how impossible he knew that was. It was still rare for him to get a good night's sleep. And that was how it should be. To so flippantly disregard the value of a life was disgusting. It was a vile thing. Pinball could never atone for the lives he'd taken. His hands were stained with their blood. But he didn't wear gloves and try to hide it. He didn't go and get his cursor turned back to that perfect emerald hue. He didn't masquerade as someone he was not. But he knew that people did.
The Forgotten Time King had gotten it all twisted.
He didn't take pleasure in killing. Not anymore.
But he knew there were people who did.
He had no reason to lord over others. He hardly enjoyed being around people in the first place.
But he knew there were some who would give anything to be in a position of power over someone.
What's done was done. He wouldn't hide it. When the time came to pay, he would do so willingly.
As for those who weren't so willing...
Well, he'd personally drag them down with him if he needed to.
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Two left, then the exit. He was practically there. One, two, a throw with each arm -- both knives landed, and the shades simultaneously expoded into fractals of light. Pinball whirled around, his cloak whipping behind him. The room was positively fit to burst with shades, now, and still there was only the sound of the rain. The shades ambled forward silently, featureless faces of shadow, weapons drawn, marching slowly onwards, marching towards the intruder... but Pinball wasn't about to stick around.
He was done. Done with the quest and done with the room filled with enemies. Any other person of his level would look at a room packed with mobs like a can of sardines and think "Oh sweet, payday." Pinball didn't think that. He was annoyed, and he was leaving.
On swift feet he exited the room, and his boots carried him through tunnels and caves without pause for rest.
Combat: AOE-I [-13 EN]
ID#225860 BD: 8 MD: 5 = ENOUGH TO KILL
ID#225861 BD: 5+4= 9 MD: 5 = ENOUGH TO KILLPinball: 800/800 HP | EN: 58/118 | DMG: 25 | 4 ACC | 6 EVA | BH: 44 | {Astral Blade Equipped}
Shade 1: 0/396 HP | 132 DMG
Shade 3: 0/396 HP | 132 DMGLooting:
ID#225862 LD: 5 CD: 3
ID#225863 LD: 3 CD: 7The Loot:
2,376 Col
8 Materials
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More shades. More danger. More annoyances, more likely than not. What kind of a quest was this, again? Hadn't he finished it already? Pinball kept throwing the knives. There was only one group that was on him, and it was the one that seemed to be relentlessly marching towards him with little variance. But he was running out of time, so he tried to pick up the pace a little. Tried something new. He produced four knives in the same hand and hurled them towards the group at the same time -- which, in hindsight, was maybe not the best idea. Three of them hit, killing two, putting a third on death's door, and the fourth went whistling into the distance. A complete whiff. The first group was a lot cleaner than this.
But now he was getting distracted. He was getting angrier.
Why was he getting angry?
There was no time to dwell on it. He had to kill the shades.
Combat: AOE-I [-17 EN]
ID#225854 BD: 10 MD: 6 (Miss) - 25+2+8= 35*11= 385 DMG
ID#225855 BD: 7 MD: 6 (Miss) - 25*11 = 275 DMG
ID#225856 BD: 1 MD: 4 (Miss)
ID#225857 BD: 5+4= 9 (Hit) MD: 7-6= (Miss) - 25*11= 275 DMGPinball: 799/800 HP | EN: 67/118 | DMG: 25 | 4 ACC | 6 EVA | BH: 44 | {Astral Blade Equipped}
Shade 1: 11/396 HP | 132 DMG
Shade 2: 0/396 HP | 132 DMG
Shade 3: 121/396 HP | 132 DMG
Shade 4: 0/396 HP | 132 DMGLooting:
ID#225858 LD: 14 CD: 8
ID#225859 LD: 14 CD: 74,756 Col
2 Materials
[ID#225858-a] Unidentified T4 Rare Weapon
[ID#225858-b] Unidentified T4 Consumable
[ID#225859-a] Unidentified T4 Rare Weapon
[ID#225859-b] Unidentified T4 Consumable
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