Oscar

For all of its bluster and for all of his destructive ability, Fenrir really wasn't all that durable. In just two rounds of combat, the party had almost brought the beast down to half of its health. Oscar's turn came up next and hoo boy, was it a doozy. Coming in hot off the heels of Raidou's Focused Howl, Oscar vaulted into the air using the butt of his axe. In a typical display of acrobatic acumen, Oscar appropriated his axe upside top of Fenrir's cranium with a descending spinning cannon ball. Despite the devastation (that was not his intention) wrought upon the doggo's dome, Oscar landed l

Great googly moogly things really went to shit. The moment Odin cut the ribbon, the beast set about unleashing itself upon the whole of Valhalla. Warriors took to the streets to battle the beast, only to be immediately gobbled up by its iron jaws. It was absolute chaos. And here Ford Anderson was standing smack dab in the middle of it. Oscar looked at the devastation - such that was not his intention - and shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing left to be done other than to put the doggo down. Fam Angus and the comeback kid was the only thing standing in between the rest of the world and Fe

It was almost time. The party was more or less buffed to the gills and staring down this hongri boi like they were the hongri bois. Oscar, for his part, needed just a bit longer to recuperate his energy. It was a little disorienting to be so full of adrenaline and hyped up on hype only to suddenly be smacked down to Earth by the wrecking ball of a rest period. But that was neither here nor there. What mattered most was the hulking lupine behemoth of murderous intent who was dead-set on eating their hands and probably the rest of them as well. In terms of local threats, that was one hell of a c

They had done it. Most of the party had left but Hel had been defeated. They found themselves transported to a shining glowing city and led deep underground by Odin himself. Cardinal had really pulled out all the stops on this one. And there it was, the opportunity Oscar had been waiting for. Odin specifically said the words “when you’re ready.” And Oscar wasn’t ready. He slapped his ass down on the stone floor in front of Fenrir and let out a heavy exhale. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to fight a world-ending wolf at anything less than his best. Plus, Film Anime still needed to shovel a to

The battle had been hard fought. Oscar’s energy bar had never dropped this low in a boss encounter before. He had considered whether or not to use Meditation for the first time since he got the skill. But, looking at the pummeling that the goddess was taking, Oscar wondered whether it would even be necessary. Certainly he would be provided room and time to recoup his energy before moving on to the next challenge that the dungeon had in store for him. If not, well it wasn’t as if a Meditation would serve him very well at all anyway. What was another 20 Energy when he was swinging for 16 a round

Holy fucking shitballs, they got reinforcements. Firm Anima dropped into the fight from out of nowhere, leaping into the fray as soon as their feet touched the ground. Seeing the cavalry riding in like that only inspired Oscar to work that much harder. After all, they had almost halved Hel’s bar in just a few brief moments. She retaliated and now things rolled all the way back round to Oscar. He dashed forward, wanting to make sure that they didn’t lose the sudden gust of wind that had caught their sails. Oscar raised his weapon over his head with both hands, bringing it down on Hel’s neck as

Everyone was teleporting out but Oscar was still raring to go. And so was Raidou. That was enough for him to stick around. Two people could finish this dungeon no problem right? Right? Oscar didn't have time to let such thoughts get to him. Not when he'd just unlocked the challenge mode for this particular chunk of content. He rushed forward, delivering a slice directly to the center of Hel's chest. A cascade of black flame rippled out from the point of impact, the force of the explosion blasting Oscar back. He drove his weapon into the ground as his feet skidded across the stone floor to slow

Without saying a word, Oscar ripped his weapon from the ground and took aim at the massive creature. He cocked back his arm, tracking the giant's lumbering movements like a trained sniper. Then, as the beast staggered about, he let his weapon fly. Like a tomahawk, the axe spun through the air and buried itself deep into Ugzeke's face, right between the eyes. Oscar had learned quickly that attacking the swole legs of the giant was foolish, especially with it raging as hard as it was. Dark ichor oozed from the wound as cracks began to spiderweb across its form. The crack's widened and the giant

The tremors continued well past the point where the System-induced cooldown period would have allowed Oscar to attack again. Thus, he didn't even try. Oscar didn't exactly feel the need to embarrass himself further by falling flat on his face like something foolish as he attempted to navigate the dark, craggy cave while the ground was busy doing its best rendition of the worm. He held his position, able to manage to keep himself on his feet with the aid of his weapon jutting out of the ground. The giant swung wildly, again missing Oscar and Lessa by a country mile. If he was going to be stuck

Oscar's suggestion had been almost prophetic. He swung and missed his attack, successfully demolishing the hard-fought momentum they had earned for themselves thus far. Oscar clicked his tongue, his lips twisting into a deep scowl. Ugzeke let out a loud roar and brought his mighty club over his head before slamming it down towards the ground. An attack like that would have seriously hurt, if not for the fact that Oscar stood about ten feet away from the impact. "This is why I suggested Parry! You're probably gonna be back at the top of the hate list soon," Oscar called over to Lessa, half drow

It didn't take long for Macradon to fill Oscar's order. Radiance rolled off of the two weapons, light driving up to the ceiling and cascading down the walls. The myriad weapons within the smithy glinted in the light, resulting in a dazzling spectacle that would could not be contained within its four walls. Shafts of light spilled through the windows and onto the street outside, garnering the attention of spectators. Slowly, the light ebbed away. Oscar blinked as the room dimmed, not having been spared from the sheer, face-melting display through his aviators. Eventually, his eyes adjusted and

The second phase was well underway. With the soldiers freed, it seemed as if the main mechanical gimmick was dealt with. All that remained before the party was a slab of Health Bar. Oscar was very good at reducing health bars. He rushed forward, Tesseleth's Fury roaring to life in his hand. Black flames echoed in the weapon's wake, carving a dark gash into the air as he slammed the blade into Hel's flank. It didn't take much manipulation of his weapon to follow through an leave a jagged gash in the goddess' form. He certainly hadn't hit his hardest, but he left enough of a mark for her to feel

It had taken no small amount of work (and even more random philanthropy from NIGHT), but Oscar had finally obtained everything he needed to refine Money Shot into what would perhaps be its final and strongest form. And, as with every other time he needed something done with a weapon, Oscar found himself back in Macradon's shop. He stepped up to the counter with a grin and placed the two weapons needing to be combined on the counter. "You got me boss?" All costs paid to Banker here 20,000 Col, 15 Materials transferred to @Macradonas payment.

1,000 Col per page/evaluation would quickly add up and is also a higher Col reward than one would earn from actually completing a page of roleplay. I don't think that, at a baseline, approvals should garner more income than the base thread reward. That said, the base thread reward is a wholly inconsequential amount and could do with being ramped up.

At long last, the exit was in sight. And, Oscar had an answer to why he was so angry. Like most people, he didn't like being fucked with and unlike most people, he was very, very much a creature of habit. He'd grown accustomed to the same routine, the same build, the same sequence of actions - right down to the same Sword Art. He had essentially woken up one morning with everything about his avatar having been shifted around willy-nilly. And, in the moment, he appreciated the ephemeral challenge of finding something that would work and tweaking that build to suit his needs - but he still prefe

A lot of those changes had not at all been for the better. This dungeon - or, indeed any grinding - was simply indicative of that. He stopped for a moment, taking stock of the loot that he had earned thus far. It was a very respectable amount and, as far as Unidentified Items went - the best he had ever done. But he couldn't help but notice that his own abilities had diminished. The haul would have been much better if he didn't have to wrangle cooldowns and the like. Cardinal had begun to limit him and the Players at large in ways it had never done before. It felt like a punishment for clearin

As he strode through the same dark corridors and passed through the same dark chambers, he had to question why he was so unhappy. This wasn't anything new to him. He was perhaps one of the few people he knew willing to venture forth by his lonesome and just brutalize mobs of an hour or two. Everyone else didn't have the time or the inclination or the stats for it. It was definitely something he enjoyed - especially since Tyson and his crew had gone to ground in the recent days. Dismantling that organization - or at least the goal of it - had quickly become a fantastic pastime of his. A one-man

Oscar had a tendency to become frustrated out of nowhere. He'd spent the entire foray into this dungeon keeping his cool and entertaining himself however he could when the truth was that he was absolutely miserable. This feeling lingered under the surface, buried under all of his fake excitement about having the absolute pleasure of being able to gather moss. For a brief moment, there was a flash of anger in his eyes. This was punctuated by him slamming his hammer into the ground - Odin's Wrath tearing apart the Revenants with a sudden and hitherto unseen brutality. All it took was a flash to

On his trek back to the exit, he entered yet another open chamber with yet another quartet of spectral knights. For the life of him, Oscar couldn't exactly remember passing through this room earlier. Did the paths shift as well? That certainly would be an element of danger that stats couldn't overcome. Imagine being reliant on consumable recovery items and becoming hopelessly lost. Though, one always had the option of teleporting. In Oscar's case, not teleporting was something of a point of pride. He'd gone this far without needing to bitch out like that and he had no intention of starting sim

Item Name: Dark Fortunes Item ID: Upgrade Roll - 195239, BD: 10 | CD: 12 | LD: 17 (Abs.Acc/Phase - Reroll activated) Enhancement Reroll - 195240, LD: 6 (Fallen Applied) Item Tier: 4 Item Rarity: Demonic Item Enhancements: Abs.Acc | Fallen | Acc | Para Description: A sleek dark hammer with a strip of gold inlaid in the handle. Promises great wealth, but at what cost?

I don't know how it would interact with potential Sword Art changes going forward, but I don't really think that it would hurt anything to fold in the Unique Sword Arts as well. It would be much easier for Staff to use an existing Unique Skill (after they're retooled because I think they all need it) as an example of the power ceiling. If we go forward with this change and the option remains to create a Custom Skill or a Custom Art, I don't think anyone would be entirely interested in the latter simply because it's hard to pack the utility and power of a Custom Skill into a Custom Art. Th

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It wasn't long before the group rounded the corner and saw Oscar's familiar waiting patiently for them outside of the chamber. When his master rounded the corner, the two-headed hound barked happily and began to wag his two tails rapidly. Oscar cycled through his menu and produced a large steak, which he promptly tossed the dog's way. The pair snatched the large slab of meat out of the air and began to tear into it as Oscar headed into the room and approached the chest. He let out a heavy sigh and gestured back at Shield and Freyd, waving them inside. "This can go really good or really ba

With that spectacular gathering failure under his belt, Oscar decided to start heading on back home. He'd managed to obtain a good amount of loot - perhaps the best he could have hoped for, all things considered. He'd ventured pretty deep into the Black Iron Dungeon. It would take a while for him to unstuck himself from within its "murderous" belly. Now that he thought about it, Oscar really couldn't remember the path he took to get this far. Regardless, it had to be somewhere back the way he came. So, turning on his heels, Oscar began the arduous trek to the exit. On his way, Oscar noticed a