Nisahime

Such a simple thing, how plainly these droves just loitered about with no end goal in mind. A long and silver hair, virtually pure and unaffected by the elements, while others are drenched almost black. Rain beats bullets into a wooden roof overhead, and the woman could feel eyes on her back. It didn't bother her in the slightest, turning and folding her legs as she sat on a bar stool. The stare, as she peered into those that were looking first. There was something about that intensity that makes those that do avert their eyes, without not a single word spoken. A single keeper, to her suspected aid. "What can I get ya?" he asks her, a bald head gleaming in orange light from above. It was most certainly polished. The stool squeaks as she turns it with a shift of her elbow. "Whatever you deem appropriate." Her answer seemed undeniable, and yet was up for debate.

"Isn't it odd, I don't sense not a single redeemable quality in any of them." She spoke to no one, but her voice wasn't quenched. The question was to whom? Some of those around her began to twist their head, she clearly looked as though she was talking to herself.

Bringing a handful of strange white colored flakes into a wave of blacks and oranges, a place a bustle with masks painted in all manner of horrors. A small child, darting back and forth through the sea of these people feigning creatures, like a needle through fabric. It catches the woman's curiosity, and she stops. Watching on as Kuni pick at the ground like a bird, another boy begins to speak to the silver haired maiden that stuck out like a sore thumb. A large tarp is deployed, one of darkened and thick leather. Presumably out of nowhere, as was customary of the game as a whole. "Kuni and Oni, was it?" she inquiries the pair, to a shared instance of shaking heads. "I have no use for them, but perchance a trade." A vial of liquid, and they eagerly take that deal. As they dump that handful of small pumpkin seeds into a bowl for later baking and chewing, the woman sucks down a vial of golden liquid and finds the nostalgic sense of memory return with a glow of her eyes.

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Bottled Vigor (x1)
Gain +(500 * Tier) EXP. For players below Tier 5, this EXP is then multiplied by the difference between their tier and Tier 5 (eg. A Tier 1 player would gain +(500 * 1 * (5 - 1 = 4)) EXP for a total of 2,000 EXP).

Current Tier 2: 500*2*3 [5-2=3] = 3000 EXP

"And that is where, dear mockingbird, we agree. But I have yet the tool of my design. Talent lies in those that are willing to ride the bleeding edge. I sense the same from you, and yet I know not if it has been seen. If left bare, alone and caged. Most would die like dogs, but you." That same coy and playful grin, although she found no humor in it, but a production to mirror emotion. "Would escape such a prison tooth and nail, blood and teeth without naught but the clothes upon your back. Kill with whatever tool you were given, and succeed."

Her image distorts, and twists between two, and one could almost swear there was two of her. "I am fate, and do not follow it. Once the pieces become what they once were, then I will understand what it is I must do. Until then, such searching will continue. The only whims at which I follow are mine, not to be taken as flights of fancy. That is my truth." Nisa's footfalls stop dead, and within that instant she seemed almost confused. Lost in whatever it was that had just transpired. Sorrow spurns in a cavern of iron, beneath a city of sprouts, and beckons to its mother.

A deflated expression and a notion that was disconnected, here were the simplest contrasts. A white haired maiden, almost glowing in the light of a day about to shift to night and a man stained pure black for what was coming. "What limits, pardon the ones that you set upon yourself? You are correct, messenger. My choice is to wait and see, to allow my own two hands and two eyes find it, be it as it may. Not thrust upon me, not bestowed upon me. I choose to allow no limits, and the unknown to become known, without settling for what 'is'. Else you do thy self a disservice, for in that acceptance you fail to reach a fleeting potential that can far exceed such a trap." A slide through the open slots in buildings, a parcel being crammed into her inventory, given she refused to wait for it to be included. A solid stare into the crowds, at which she so blatantly stood out from. "Rushing off to doors, to buildings. To desire so desperately clung to. A self-worth that isn't at all necessary, a hope that it will change their fate. But it won't" Morrighan looks at Freyd with a distinguishable flare in her eyes painting them silver, a skill being used but yet not one she was aware of. "No sword will strengthen a heart, no shield will provide courage, and no armor will give one vigor to stand. It is an intangible thing, that you either own or do not. See? What isn't most certainly is? Who among them bear it?"

That same coy expression, unfazed by the notion, without even an attempt at concealing it. "What a simple shade to become, doubt leaves one's mind closed." she eyes Pete, still working to patch up some fishing pole that had been damaged. "Perchance, it will be. But I care naught of any chains, any given affairs. If I seek it, it will be of my own volition and not the decree of some falsehood or figment. I see no value in gains given." A handful of boar tusks still ripe in her palm, she ushers into the thoroughfare to the sound of a beating hammer. Casting the bones from the slain upon the top of that heavy iron, Zachariah stops. "Well done, what type of weapon would you like forged?" The woman simply starts to trail away. "None, your charity does not concern me. Best of luck in your work." With it a simple stroll away.

To only the most perceptive, within that small moment after the quest completes, her hair shifts from white to black for just a brief instant.

"What an interesting play, my sir, you wound me." She ushers past as if that were meant as some joke, but the reflection on her face could easily leave anyone to take her seriously. A listful sway without any sense of urgency, as if going with some flow or tune that only she could hear. A multitude of screams and shouts, players a plenty grinding away to devices and desires that they wished to fulfill. A slightly waning sun hung on the horizon, burning bright over the large tanned stone that ringed the town of beginnings.

A glance over her right shoulder, finding wherever Freyd's eyes would be. "A question worth answering, isn't it." On her face, a smile, and yet almost devoid of meaning. As if she was on to something that no one else was, coy. "I don't rightly know, it becomes obvious once I see it and not a moment sooner. Curious?" A sudden flare of white in her iris, as a voice rings in her eardrums. Don't toy with him, he's offered his assistance for long enough to be above such fiddling.

A somber and brisk walk, utterly unconcerned by the notion that whatever methods she had been doing would cease to function. It was almost alien, her lack of concern. There was a strange contrast between the two, where Freyd almost seemed consumed by the dark, the faint film of white light fades from the woman's shoulders. A strange enhancement, if one could call it that. "A build, effectiveness? My messenger do not mistake me for some soldier. I go wherever the fates wish me to go, such simplicity in it. I need not a direction, for it will be given unto me. Your concern is noted, if that is what it may be. But I have no interest in such affairs, and only wish to see where this road leads."

Where some were guided by reasoning or desire, the woman wasn't. Just some nagging need to wander, to judge with her own two eyes. Plain and yet dignified, simple and yet complex. The soft clatter of her heels as they worked to break apart an awaiting idle dirt road, a single divide back to a city on the horizon. She'd not dawdle on such trifles, the need to be elsewhere still burning through her breast.

A soft tone spoken as the girl began to leave, destroyed by the sudden exhaustion. "Then the deed is done, such curiosity in how a spark will alter steps along that journey. Best not forget." her words echo, before a crash of light sees her exit. Through the dark forest of memories, twisting and bending through the winding walks. Seeing all manner of creature in the lines between, glancing upon some symbology that was not completely lost on her. To some it would bring fear, or disbelief. But locked upon the woman's face, mixed with a lax composure, was a simple and disarming smile. Sounds play from it, with matched silhouettes, figments of a time lost. "Two lingering strands, tied and attached, wrongs corrected. A tempo I can hardly argue, after all sorrow, you played the role given amicably."

A sharp and wicked laughter begins, finding a place within this forest. A manifestation, with a sickly wide grin. "One sister wasn't enough?"

Spoken together, a mirror of voices as she stared into the eyes of pain:

"What exactly are we planning?"
"What exactly are we planning?"

The lily within the blonde's grasp began to sear, burning under a heat that it couldn't be. A small kindling blue flame taking to embers, breathing a soft glow across her face. "No? It appears Truth was made to manifest, betwixt the bitter drizzle that stained white linens. A voice is a soul, desperate to be heard. It will not wait idle, to be tapped. It must be nurtured, pruned and catered. The moment it finds silence, it will surely expire. Cast off such trouble and tribulation of the heart, find a strength to face hardship on fate's blessing. A pair of feet were not given to linger in the dust and wither, but to carry you ever forward. Cast off shackles and disbelief and believe in the yolk of thy heart, in that truth is the strength to stand and remain on the path you wish to walk. Speak, and it will be heard. For as long as truth bleeds from such lips, then ire not but kindness."

Eruda has gained access to Unbridled Fury

A twist of a pair of hands into the brush, removing but a single of a newly presented lily from something that could clearly not produce it. A lean down upon an uprisen root, folding her legs in a complacent and uncaring posture. "Who I am, an issue not. Icon I play is." An intensity, effervescent white eyes fueled by some digital magic. Another crash breathes new life into a marsh of sticky mud and water, in that flash a clearer picture before it fades. "Pursuit, a trail. A path walked." looking down to that small flower, still raised and cupped in a palm as a set of almost compassionate and curious eyes drink deep the image. "Lost, but found. Taken but led astray. Allow such fears control you, and they will consume you. Precious is a voice, so fragile." The white haired maiden moves that hand up to present that lingering lotus to the drenched blonde. "Truth it may be, an inquiry left unanswered. Would you allow it to wilt?"

"Scared, of what? Of a storm that lays overhead. tis but a light, tis but rain, and it will pass." A single smile, as if knowing more than she let on. Tapping of a heeled boot into water, it would be immediately clear the woman was on the move with a stroll. The forest of memories shuttered with winds, sliding and bowing beneath a wave. The woman seemed to be virtually untouched by the torrential downpour, whereas the tank was sickly and damp. She'd vanish in the same strange oddity at which she'd appeared unless given chase. Dragging an outstretched hand across large darkened and wet spires of wood, as if touching the very thing they were made up of. A slight blooming of white moss across its face, eagerly reaching for the embrace it had been given. Another pulse of light detonates above, drawing a sudden flash that illuminates everything. Morrighan was unfazed, untouched by it completely. The question was, could the girl follow the fickle mistress of fate?

A single somber hum, the soft pattering of a heel in a pond that matched the droplets that dart across it leaving ripples upon that clear surface. Dark and muggy and yet within that charged bolts of static, a raised hand with an almost velvet smooth black glove. Long swaying white hair parades past a set of shoulders, an almost porcelain like skin that stuck out along the grim and abysmal backdrop. "What an interesting and yet tragic show, twisted cables of the heart do well to ill you." a voice strong and yet curious. "Want and need, a question still. Is it desire, or necessity that leaves one to beckon into the beyond for another to appear."

A pair of silvered and glimmered eyes, "Tears that fall like a surrounding, that mimic the air and threaten to melt away a wall you've built." Sliding a fingertip along an awaiting pair of doors, where a song had been formed and given power. "What will you do, if no one shall heed that call. Wallow in sorrow and have faith that you'll be saved? A pity."

Morrighan | HP:20/20 | EN:2/2 | DMG:1 | MIT:9 | ACC:3 | LD:3 | THRNS:9

Ignore until 5/13 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things)

Current Level: 11
Current SP: 27
SP Tracking: 

Item Upgrades: Garbage, too difficult to migrate. Easier to craft again

Just setting this here:

Custom Skill:

Can Seen in Action Here (Showing its weak as F)

Shield Bash Refreshed, Quick change CD [1/3], Rank 5 Sword Art #2 CD [1/4]

A sheath of the weapon, a turn of both the held saya, and the hilt of the blade causes it to detonate. The scabbard fades like ash, like a held flame from within a lantern, like molding clay her hand flows through across a now seemingly flat off hand. As it passes through, a glove that shimmers like an ephemeral mirror. The other that held becomes what looks like a matching fingerless glove.

A spin of her feet, a twist of her hands. Like a boxer her hands are lifted to her jaw, rocketing forward and offer two quick jabs. A sudden vault that connects both of her heels, pouncing from her target. Landing with square feet that slide apart a raised hand snaps her fingers, causing a rocketed bolt of lightning from before her. It connects but doesn't seem to land what was expected as the titan is kicked back but a few feet. It cannot catch its footing fast enough, and as it lunges to meet her a simple twist of her frame causes it to rocket past her.

Vanity weapon becomes Two Handed (Martial Arts)

Full Cowl [x14/stun], -14 EN, Rank 4 Sword Art #2 CD [0/2]

ID# 181084 results: Battle: 5+5-2=8, Hit vs. Tanabata Hydra dealing 24x14=336-200=136 DMG, Craft: 11 [+8 EN]!

ID# 181088 results: MOB: 4+2-1=5, Missed vs. Nisahime!

Players:
[H: 4] Freyd | HP:818/880 | EN:94/122 | DMG:30 | MIT:78 | EVA:3 | ACC:7 | ABS.ACC | VAMP OFF:88 | HLY:8 | FLN:8 | PHASE (50%) | LD:5 | REC:2 | BH:44
  [Ebonstrike 2nd/4]  [Tempest 1st/2]  [Galaxy Destroyer 0/4]
[H: 7] Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:90/102 | DMG:24 | MIT:172 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:40 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | HB: 43

Boss:
Tanabata Hydra | HP:153/2100 | DMG: 360 | MIT:200 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 [Stun Immunity {1/3}]
Critical (MD 9): Deals 400 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 200 DMG to every other player.
Critical (MD 10): Deals 440 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 300 DMG to every other player.

Shield Bash CD [1/2], OOC Mitigation Correction (+72, forgot the enhancements on the armor)

Drawn from the bright light a twist and pull into a single blade adorned with a saya, upon its hilt a dangling twine in yellow. Peeling it free slowly as it's held, silver the same shade flares from the exposed steel. Like a vacuum, the distance is closed in a blink of an eye. One cut to a sheathe, the attack detonates and causes her own swell in damage. The hydra languishes in the mix, draining and slowing. It reels and shrugs off the powers that eat away at its health. What is left is no time to react to other forces that would see its harm. Mainly the whisper who held just as quick to its throat with a blade that hungered for the kill. "Perhaps you are, Who am I to argue with a gentleman eager to pull out a chair." the prism offers a chuckle, an obvious jest as the attentions shift to her.

Quick change CD [0/3], Vanity weapon becomes Two Handed (Katana)/Shield Swapped for Trinket: [HB 2/Rec 1/Eva 1], Stat block becomes:
(2H) Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:102/102 | DMG:24 | MIT:172 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:40 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | HB: 43

San Ge [x16/Focus], -15 EN, Rank 5 Sword Art #2 CD [0/4]

ID# 181080 results: Battle: 8, Minor Critical [Focus] dealing 25x16=400-200=200 DMG, Craft: 12 [+8 EN]

Tanabata Hydra takes no action, Stun fades and is replaced with Stun Immunity [0/3]

Players:
[H: 3] Freyd | HP:774/880 | EN:107/122 | DMG:30 | MIT:78 | EVA:3 | ACC:7 | ABS.ACC | VAMP OFF:88 | HLY:8 | FLN:8 | PHASE (50%) | LD:5 | REC:2 | BH:44
  [Ebonstrike 1st/4]
[H: 4] Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:95/102 | DMG:24 | MIT:172 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:40 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | HB: 43

Boss:
Tanabata Hydra | HP:884/2100 | DMG: 360 | MIT:200 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 [Stun Immunity {0/3}]
Critical (MD 9): Deals 400 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 200 DMG to every other player.
Critical (MD 10): Deals 440 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 300 DMG to every other player.

A single rushing assails with no regard to Freyd's goad, a shift of her weight, and a slam against the beast in harrowing stature. It seems that unlike the swordsman, a shield was going to do little in the way of tackling it. It shutters softly under the impact, a howl at the warrior that had actually done damage. A feral screech forces time to slow, and pounce and crash lands right on target. The ticking of a depleting health bar and ravenous raking bleed through the area. To another, it would be abysmal and sickening, striking fear or causing turmoil. To the woman, she raises her hands, bats her hair across her shoulder. Slamming the shield and sword together forces a bright light. Freyd was a big boy and could handle his own. "I'll pull it when it decides to allow me to. Do whatever it is you have planned out, and I will hit it again." spoken with a rather placid demeanor without care.

Shield Bash [x10] -2 EN, Shield Bash CD [0/2]

ID# 181052 results: Battle: 2+5-2=5, Missed vs. Tanabata Hydra! Craft: 9 [+8 EN]

ID# 181053 results: MOB: 7+2-3=6, Hit! vs. Freyd dealing 360-78=282 DMG

Players:
[H: 2] Freyd | HP:598/880 | EN:104/122 | DMG:30 | MIT:78 | EVA:3 | ACC:7 | ABS.ACC | VAMP OFF:88 | HLY:8 | FLN:8 | PHASE (50%) | LD:5 | REC:2 | BH:44
  [Ebonstrike 0/4]
[H: 0] Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:102/102 | DMG:22 | MIT:125 | EVA: -1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:112 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | Para V: 1

Boss:
Tanabata Hydra | HP:1516/2100 | DMG: 360 | MIT:200 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2
Critical (MD 9): Deals 400 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 200 DMG to every other player.
Critical (MD 10): Deals 440 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 300 DMG to every other player.

A single stare into the welling beast, that little mockingbird has been unleashed. A simple blade no longer housed within its shell, as the same could be said to the man who held it. A clash and a fall, a shatter of the very reddish looming giant in the darkened pitch above. Like fragments, it litters the sky in a swell of lines akin to the very starfield that beckoned her arrival. From its shell cast a looming beast that collides with the stone and sand beneath them.

The ground shakes beneath its weight, a faint obscurity removes one sight on the monster. A cloud of tan, a size is given from coverage alone. Raking and slamming two large bladed fingertips that rake the very grime and grass beneath them as it scrapes itself from its impact socket. Upon that appendage however eyes form, and it soon is made clear it was a head. Another bites its way free.

Upon Nisa's lips form a smile, she looks to that which was stuck in this affair with her. "Dear prophet, test your weapon upon its hide?"

Combat Start's with Freyd

Players:
[H: 0] Freyd | HP:880/880 | EN:122/122 | DMG:30 | MIT:78 | EVA:3 | ACC:7 | ABS.ACC | VAMP OFF:88 | HLY:8 | FLN:8 | PHASE (50%) | LD:5 | REC:2 | BH:44
[H: 0] Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:102/102 | DMG:22 | MIT:125 | EVA: -1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:112 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | Para V: 1

Boss:
Tanabata Hydra | HP:2100/2100 | DMG: 360 | MIT:200 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2
Critical (MD 9): Deals 400 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 200 DMG to every other player.
Critical (MD 10): Deals 440 DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals 300 DMG to every other player.

Amongst a burning star, a twisting light hung clear above the wandering female. A midnight sky painted in dim red light, what floor was she on and where was she prior. Her head is fuzzy with the attempt to recall. With no direction, no intention, and nowhere to lead herself she is forced to accept. A smell lingers on the air, that of brimstone and sulfur. A twist of copper, that would elude to the stink of blood and fire.

"A game no doubt, such a figment does dilute me with its fally. Expectant, that whatever my puppetmaster may be that it would succeed at its movement. Placing upon the board a piece that will not bow to the state of affairs." Ripping her hand to one side, a single flare of silver before removed above her and split in twain. A shape becomes two, a single blade in long white and a shield in a sphere that loom in a contrasting light to her surroundings.

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Custom Skill:
All for one: This skill is treated as the highest rank one handed weapon skill of the highest you have unlocked but can be used with any weapon type, This skill is treated as the highest rank two handed weapon skill of the highest you have unlocked but can be used with any weapon type. Mods obtained for either alters weapons used and gaining benefits from this skill of equivelent rank. Weapons with enhancements cannot be used, as such only the provided vanity weapon via this skill can be used but does not consume an equipment slot as standard ones do. To transition from two handed to a one handed weapon or vise versa, quick change or a post action must be used otherwise it is a free action. Sword arts from every tree now share a cooldown with one another, as dictated below.

This skill is not active without at least one rank in both a one handed and a two handed weapon skill

Consumable Effects: Mitigation 3/Filled! (T4/+65 Miti), Damage 3, Accuracy +2, Overhealth (T4/+180 Max HP), Immolation 4 (+40 Thorns, does not apply to Shield Bash), +1 Hatred [Scents]

(1H/Shield) Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:102/102 | DMG:22 | MIT:125 | EVA: -1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:112 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | Para V: 1
(2H) Nisahime | HP:1080/1080 | EN:102/102 | DMG:24 | MIT:100 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | THRNS:40 | REC: 8 | TAUNT | BH: 43 | HB: 43

All Enhancements/Skills/Modifiers are altered based on the upcoming system. As such this is nothing more than a test on how things run, and no rewards can be obtained from any rolls made during the length.

Characters within this testing scenario are treated as current cap (Actual: 31/Paragon: 57), Custom skills/Sword Arts that appear to have the possibility to be approved can be tested here. Unique skills can also be tested, but keep in mind that this disables the latter.

Each player has 3 equipment slots, all demonic and can use enhancements from the info dump as if rolled ideal. Consumables are usable at T4 scale

Stats to utilize:
Level: 42
HP: 840
EN: 102
SP Available: 210

Purchased from Shield:

Cost: 300 Col

Becoming

Perchance alone, the woman happened upon a small little alcove in lush green. This being upon floor 8, in its sticky and clingy moisture. A relative rainforest that was rich in this morning stink. The crack of the fire that cast the orange among the emerald, being the only to show his presence. A single offering and a shared silence, currency exchanged to this vagabond that a line in red seemed to find. Through fortune, he was found, and his value was met with her own. Perhaps again, they would cross paths and she would partake again. If that road intertwined of its own accord.

Purchased:
Mousse | PROSPERITY III | 500col | [173052]

Through happenstance alone, she trickles into the building, aloof and wanderlust without care. A simplistic and adequate abode in mirrored glass with light punching every surface into almost blindness. Past it, a pair of steps lead into the body as the smells of varied flora are pungent and ripe. A few vials removed and the ring of a keeper beckons a completed transaction, the girl who mans it placing down a glass with a brew. For reasons unknown they had called to her, the fates ever smiling and swaying her hands. What remained is as to why, which would become clear of their own accord.

Purchased:
Divinity's Wait Mitigation III
Tier 1 [500col]: [156945]

Sold
Milky Way Rail Blueprint (+1 CD to Crafting for day) (35000)

A silence upon this ever tall spire, the place was deserted it appeared. How she had ended up here remained a mystery, and further still the curiosity as to why. Something catches her eye, a smooth polished shield called to her in silver. She'd remove it and the moniker of its cost was a trifle. "A paltry sum for one such as you no?" She offered as a question, as a ring in her ears confirmed the same. Her Gemini buzzing, all the same, she'd bring it to the counter. The wonder was, would this suffice or should she await the owner to appear.

Transferred 300 Col

Scattering off of her barrier again with one blinding flash of light while the others simply glanced and were redirected, it is shattered as if made of glass. Left in its wake, the final piece of the puzzle. She'd lean and pick it via her thumb and two fingers. Spinning it upright with a twist of her wrist. "Your purpose served, such a pity that despite being stationary still such trouble." she'd comment and begin to walk back for the city, the boars still filled with ire and anger but she had what she desired and was simply keen on discarding their intentions for what they were: unimportant. Morrighan looks to Freyd for but a moment, having perched himself in some semblance of comfort. "Not a finger..." she'd comment as another attempted at her back, ricocheting and falling on its side and sliding a fair distance. It releases a sharp exhale as if winded, leaving not a scratch on her.

Morrighan takes no action!

ID# 167063 results: MOB: 2, Missed vs. Morrighan
ID# 167064 results: MOB: 2, Missed vs. Morrighan
ID# 167065 results: MOB: 5, Missed vs. Morrighan
ID# 167066 results: MOB: 8, Hit dealing 1 damage and sustaining 9 from Thorns. ID# 167067 results: Loot: 10+6=16, Boar Tusk Dropped

Players:
Morrighan | HP:76/80 | EN:8/8 | DMG:1 | MIT:9 | ACC:3 | LD:6 | THRNS:9

Monsters:
Boar Pup #1 | HP:5/5 | DMG:3
Boar Pup #2 | HP:5/5 | DMG:3
Boar Pup #3 | HP:5/5 | DMG:3
Boar Pup #4 | HP:5/5 | DMG:3

Boar Tusk Total:
Morrighan: [3/3] Completed