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Oscar

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  1. Oscar wished and the dungeon provided. Instead of Knights descending upon his location, a quartet of tall, lithe elves shrouded in dark leathers wielding wicked daggers in each hand dashed towards him. Apparently, as he progressed, the enemy types would get more difficult. These "Assassins" as they were called seemed to be keen on getting Oscar out of the dungeon, either by his own will or by his death. Oscar, however, had just been on the receiving end of a double impalement by two claymores, so he wasn't at all concerned with eight tiddly-wink little daggers. Even less concerned when he sent
  2. As he traveled deeper into the dungeon, following the veins of moss as he went, Oscar eventually happened upon a side room. He peered inside, hopes not very high in the first place. Since the bar was on the floor already, Oscar wasn't at all disappointed when the room came up empty. Instead, he noticed a particularly promising bit of moss by the entrance and began to work away at it. Being that there was a torch right next to it, his gathering attempted ended in failure. But, more experience and more time killed. His Energy was full now, so he would be ready for the next group of enemies that
  3. One drawback from having a lot of downtime was that it was a lot of downtime. You can only look at the same dark stone design for so long before you start to go a little crazy from the sameness. It would be almost unbearable if Oscar wasn't finding himself constantly distracted by the moss on the walls. Sometimes, the moss grew too close to the torches - which meant less moisture in the plant. So, when he attempted to gather it, there was an added challenge given how it crumbled away in large clumps. If too much crumbled, the gathering attempt failed. Just as it did for this current patch of m
  4. The dungeon seemed to have a flow brought about both by its own mechanics and the way cooldowns worked. One round of combat, then gather for a bit. It actually wasn't that bad of a situation to be in. He obtained usable loot and also was able to rank up his Gathering skill. The best of both worlds. Still, he couldn't help but pine for the times where he could kill mobs by the dozens without having to think about what the next best action was. Despite that, Oscar really couldn't complain about the extra decompression time within the dungeon. It was hard for it to maintain this foreboding atmosp
  5. Pinned to the wall by two swords as he was, one would think Oscar was in a bad way. Certainly, as the Knights recovered and encircled him, the pair holding the weapons pushing them ever deeper into his chest cavity, one would assume this would spell his end. But Oscar was only waiting for them to get closer. The position of the blades inside him reduced his reach. He would need them almost close enough to kiss if he wanted to dispatch them without having to get into a battle of wills with the AI. The Knights stalked ever closer, flanking the pair before him. Oscar smiled as his weapon took on
  6. More Knights appeared from around a nearby corner. Oscar's presence within the dungeon had alerted the denizens of the presence of an intruder, no doubt. Both of his strongest Sword Arts were still on Cooldown, but it didn't matter much. He didn't need to use his two strongest in order to come out ahead in a fight. Oscar dashed forward to meet them, lashing out with Money Shot twice in quick succession. The Knights were dashed this way and that, the sudden shaking disorienting half of the squad. The other half, however, seemed to just wanted it more than their peers. Oscar found himself impale
  7. A rush of wind surged through the dark corridor, sending a chill down Oscar's spine. He understood, that in that moment, the Black Iron Dungeon was pondering the exaction of its wrath upon the man foolish enough to enter it. But, fortune favored the Beast of Aincrad. He was spared the dungeon's wrath this time. Seizing this opportunity, Oscar then set about searching for more moss to peel off the walls. He had to wait for his energy to refill, so why not? Eventually, he came across a promising patch. The entire thing seemed to spiderweb over an entire six-foot section of the wall. Carefully an
  8. With combat having ramped down, Oscar had a gut feeling that he didn't have long before the Black Iron Dungeon would want to test him. Death or great fortune awaited him, except for some reason it seemed impossible for death to find him. Perhaps it had something to do with his Searching skill being so monumentally high. He had fashioned himself into something of a strong scout since the changes following the Floor 25 Raid. Maybe that was why he hadn't run into any issues so far. Perhaps Scouts had something of an advantage here. Whatever was the cause, the supposed "death dungeon" was less dea
  9. The Black Iron Knights had begun to rally since Oscar's first attack. But he had no plans of giving them the slightest bit of quarter. Even without Tesseleth's Fury backing him, Oscar was more than capable of dispatching them in short order. Odin's Wrath was unavailable, but he didn't really need it. Having knocked the entire crowd firmly into the yellow, a weaker Sword Art would suffice. So, he readied his weapon and activated Wallbreaker. Rather than strike the enemies directly, Oscar swung hard into a section of wall. The sheer concussive force of his attack caused the wall to crack and spl
  10. No sooner had he stepped down onto the lowest available floor, the dungeon guardians were upon him. In a flash of golden light, Money Shot was in his hand. As the Black Iron Knights charged his position, wicked claymores poised to perforate his body, Oscar raised his weapon aloft. The head of his massive hammer began to glow a dark violet. With a small spinning flourish, Oscar drove the weapon into the ground, the resulting shockwave sending stone tearing through the Knights' armor like bullets and halting the forward charge of all except one. The lone Knight dealt a pittance in damage - nothi
  11. "I haven't had a chance to go shopping since the tier increase." How serendipitous. Oscar cracked a smile as the tank accepted the items that he had on offer. "I've not had the opportunity to restock since then either. There's this wonderful little Alchemist shop on the main strip in town though. Might want to give them a visit until more shops are able to get up and running. But, we've got something on our plates already now, don't we?" With a playful jab towards Shield's shoulder, Oscar headed inside. The layout had shifted since he last visited. Where he had first been greeted wit
  12. To: Oscar From: Freyd Shield and I are heading down to bust our BID cherries. Want to show us the way? If you handled it solo, the three of us should romp through the place. Shield is waiting at the entrance to the fourth basement. Be there by noon, if you can. Thanks Be there by noon if you can, huh? By the time Oscar woke up to check his messages, it was already 11:55. Somehow he doubted he had the time to roll himself out of bed, get dressed, and make it there in time. He typed back a quick message, rubbing the sleep fro
  13. Oscar's prior foray into the Black Iron Dungeon had gone off, more or less, without a hitch. He determined very quickly that the enemies encountered in this "Death Dungeon" were only lethal if you ran in without any gear. In truth, it was more annoying than anything else. But, it was also where the gear was. So, after scarfing down a collection of buffs, Oscar set off back to the dungeon. This time, he wasn't accosted at the entrance by the players who had taken it upon themselves to try to protect the noobs from what would probably mean certain death for them. Since his last visit, Oscar had
  14. On account of his own low material count, Oscar swung back by Cintamani shortly after his initial visit. He had no idea when Warren would be back at it so he purchased enough Damage Potions to last him far longer than necessary. Additionally, he picked up some Tier 4 Mitigation potions just in case. You never really knew when those would come in handy and with all the changes, Oscar didn't really know when he would have time to set foot in the kitchen again. One had to spend money to make money, but Oscar was becoming all too comfortable with spending and really needed to focus on earning for
  15. The stun faded and the party's brief intermission was over. Not wanting to give the boss and room to get an attack in, Oscar dashed from his soldier and brought Tessleth's Fury down on Hel's neck. She let out a loud shriek and recoiled, in so doing knocking Oscar away and pulling his weapon free from her digital flesh. A jagged red gash was left in his weapon's wake, a lingering remnant of the damage that he had done. Oscar tumbled backward, sliding across the stone floor and eventually coming to a stop as his momentum petered out. "Damn," he began, rising from the dirt and rolling the tinglin
  16. Crafting on 5/18/21 - Crafter's Respite 32 Total Materials used
  17. Initial Application: Here R1 R2 Room(s) Being Removed: Mega Slime Farm (Warren) +18,750 Col Room(s) Being Added: Herbalist Hut (Oscar) Room(s) Being Upgraded: Herbalist Hut -> Greenhouse Total Cost: 25,000 - 18,750 = 6,250 Col
  18. Needing to get back into the swing of things and Warren having fallen of the face of the planet, Oscar had a mighty need to collect some Crafter's Respites. Where else would he go than into his own backyard? Word had reached his ears that a Grandmaster Alchemist had cropped up on Floor 1. It didn't take much looking into in order to find what he needed. Dashing in, Oscar browsed through the wares to find what he needed. Soon enough, he grabbed up a handful of Crafter's Respite potions, slapped the money down on the counter and dashed off into the night like the being of chaos he was.
  19. Oscar, fresh from his trip into the Black Iron Dungeon, made his way to Freyd's shop straightaway. Apparently, Merchants had been adjusted and were given the ability to reidentify enhancements on a limited basis. Oscar was all about that. So, with the mind to make Money Shot better and to see what he got from his haul, Oscar burst into the shop like a bat out of Hell. "Dude. That shit was easy as fuck. I've taken more damage from wild spiders on Floor 21 than I did in my solo run of that death dungeon. Easiest. Loot. Of. My. Life." Oscar plopped Money Shot down on the table alongside
  20. Thankfully, whatever malfunction Oscar had been struggling with seemed to have disappeared. At Lessa's call for a Switch, Oscar surged forward and struck the boss with all of his strength. Ugzeke's health bar dropped lower - both from Oscar's attack and Lessa's Bleed effect. The Giant's skin had taken on a blood-red hue, the pair of them having triggered the brute's enrage ability. In its rage, Ugzeke flailed about wildly. While Oscar was sure that getting hit by one of the boulder-sized fists would surely hurt, the fact the attacks were flying about almost at random made him pretty confident
  21. "Well I'm glad that shit's done," Oscar said. After he'd killed the last knight and looted the corpses, the door opened back up for him. He figured he'd reached the natural end to this particular excursion and decided to make his way back out of the dungeon. As he did, he spied another chest in a room out of the corner of his eye. He stopped, turned, and looked at it. Examined it, really. It called to him. The call of wealth and mystery. The rugged shape of the chest. The sensual curve of the lid. Taunting him. Teasing him. It was almost erotic. Wait, no. It would have been almost erotic.
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