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  1. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    Round Thirteen Those who were unfamiliar with the seventh floor found themselves surprised to round a corner and see a wide, sprawling meadow. A spattering of tall trees lined the opposite end, hiding the varied paths that continued up the mountains. Those who knew the floor well, however, found some relief in knowing they had reached the Engoran Flat. Groups that had traveled in tight formation up the narrow mountain path instinctively spread out. Despite the sea of shadows that still steadily rose behind them, the wide-open space had an oddly calming effect. The speed in which the NPCs traveled slowed a bit, and even the wildlife seemed to pause for a breather here; animals of all shapes and sizes dotted the meadow. "We need to keep moving!" bellowed one player, raindrops coursing down his gold armor. But few seemed to heed the Paladin-type's words. In fact, even some fellow players slowed to a halt, fiddling with their HUDs, or chatting amongst themselves. The sense of urgency dwindled in this peaceful place, as if the Flat were some finish line they had successfully crossed. The storm, however, knew of no such thing. † Daemien has been consumed by the Storm of Shadows. Round Thirteen will end in 72 hours [January 21st at 11:00 A.M EST] [Timer] The LD Threshold is 12.
  2. A maelstrom of angry shadows swarmed the small clearing created by the dim lights still struggling to hold back the darkness seeking hungrily to devour them. Telltale flashes and chimes of assorted sword arts rang out adding their tones to the growing cacophonous barrage of exploding shadow-things. The players’ actions were coordinated, partly by choice and happenstance. Each of them was acting according to their strengths, as governed by the circumstance, but to good effect. Their ranks held. Two more lights shone from the first group, rising into the air to join their kin and enhance the crown-like array floating overhead. It was brighter, but still not quite sufficient to rebuff the oppressing void acting according to Shadow’s will. The pattern was incomplete. Their fellows, in the second group, seemed more at home in the darkness. It was a small blessing, given that they had no other options. Both groups significantly thinned the waves of nightmarish creatures that assailed them, holding their own against the storm. Orgoth, in the centre of it all, still struggled against invisible bonds. Shadow’s taunts presumably continued, but were drowned out by the near-constant ringing of thunder as his minions died in droves. Neither side seemed to have the advantage. Even that was a change from when the fight began and the villain thought himself to be holding all the cards. If they could hold just a short while longer, it might just be feasible to turn the tides and force this would-be god to face them directly. The fight is currently at [ROTATION 6, ROUND 2]. Players of Parties III & IV are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Wednesday, January 20, 2021 at 1:00am EST]. [timer]
  3. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    Round Twelve The shrieks of panicked birds drove the sense of urgency higher, doing nothing to alleviate the mounting chaos as the creatures pinwheeled overhead. With each grenade-burst of light, their silhouettes cut eerie patterns in a sky entirely the wrong color. The sky was wrong, the storm was wrong, everything carried the stink of falseness. Was that why Dax's brain stutter-stepped every time he tried to rationalize it? Instead, he chose to focus on his team - or, what was left of it. Fighting down the sorrow that threatened to spill over, the NPC gathered the dangling leads on his three remaining horses. "I can't manage them by m'self," he managed, deep voice thick with sadness, "so if someone else could help, I'd be grateful." As he addressed the nearest players, he slowly extended the ends of the lead ropes. "They're broke, so you can ride 'em, if you want." Despite the promise of a saddle-trained mount, the three Clydesdales whinnied warily, hooves like dinner plates prancing in place. The horses, it seemed, were not the only ones frightened. A gaggle of children, NPCs and young players alike, huddled together as the birds screamed overhead. Thunder boomed, wind howled, and a NPC's pleading cry barely rose above both. "Please, children, you must keep moving! We must climb higher! I know you are scared, but you cannot stop!" In response, the children wailed in unison, their feet planted firmly in the mud. † Mishiro has been consumed by the Storm of Shadows. Round Twelve will end in 72 hours [January 14th at 10:00 P.M EST] [Timer] The LD Threshold is 11.
  4. Darkness surrounded them, moving like a field of sloughing flesh with writhing and sinuous shapes melting in and out of its tenebrous surface. There was a substance to it, and yet seemingly nothing beyond. Every cut of steel or impact of calloused skin met only marginal resistance. It gave, easily, with the spongy emptiness of a deflated balloon or a bladder that spilled out only nightmares. Familiar faces danced upon its fabric, as if calling to those they loved or hated, or perhaps both in equal measure. Some of those faces were long gone, and even slain by the hands of those who now witnessed them. Others should still be alive, having been seen in moments just before parting to attend this field of madness, and their vivid memories seeming, somehow, so very real. Beacons, set alight by Macradon and Morgenstern, pushed back the falsehoods like billowing curtains caught in sudden gusts. Like exhalations of a long held breath, some were simply relieved that there was still air to collect. Flickering flames lifted slowly, floating into a faltering formation above the fray, like a crown with missing jewels and lacking luster. The monsters recoiled at the lights, even as they struggled to snuff them out with tooth and claw bolstered by mournful wails and shrieks of furious wrath. Players fought the encroaching figments, unleashing their passion for life through the power of their sword arts, defying the void and its infinite hunger. Others stared dumbly, perhaps stung by what they had seen, or else staggered by fatigue. In the background, Shadow railed mercilessly while focusing his hatred on the minotaur champion who still struggled against him. The details had grown tiresome and petty, making the god-thing sound more childish and impetuous with every hissing taunt. Orgoth twitched, a lot. Taut musculature and coarse tufts of fur matted by sweat and viscous black bile clung to his large form, still frozen in its previous pose. His calls for more light had been answered, thanks to the sacrifices of those come to aid him, but it wasn’t yet enough. They had yet to complete their crown and cast out the would-be deity that sought to swallow them whole. More was required, but did they have it? Meanwhile, all around them, flights of shadowy terrors swarmed and shifted, recasting their strength against the players’ might. Nightmares born of their own legacies sought to contain them while their master continued his work. Fickle was the tide of battle, and uncertain, but there was still a hint that it could be turned if they didn’t first fall prey to exhaustion. (Clarification: For those who sacrificed a pillar fragment, the [Spotted] mechanic remains in effect for that group.) PARTY I PARTY II PARTY III PARTY IV The fight is currently at [ROTATION 6, ROUND 1]. Players of Parties I & II are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Saturday, January 16, 2021 at 1:00am EST]. [timer]
  5. All at once, the eternal night erupted with life. Players poured energy into their weapons, and as Sword Arts fired, brilliant beams arced through empty spaces. If someone were the philosophical sort, they might appreciate the symbolism - light beating back darkness, just as players beat back the evil Shadow and his minions. But high school literature lesson aside, the sight simply was magnificent. Each flash of light illuminated another hazy form, an oddly warped silhouette of loved ones left outside the boss room doors. Of course, the mind games had little effect on the Frontliners, who spared no more than a second’s pause before slaying the shadowling. Each burst beneath the blade, black fragments that tumbled to the concrete below. As his minions met their end, their master coalesced once more into his human form. Perhaps in the faint light cast by a single Pillar Fragment, Orgoth was able to see the worry ghost across Shadow’s face. Or, perhaps the minotaur simply knew how his nemesis might respond to his troops being handled so readily. Regardless, even amid his struggling, Orgoth managed two words. “You’re losing.” The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. With winter’s ice lancing through his words, Shadow responded. “Oh I am, am I? And what would you know of victory, you cow? Let me remind you who it is writhing on the ground like a dying insect.” Even as he spoke, and his taunts were all but lost to the din of the battle, the shadowlings surrounding Baldur began to slow. Though they still appeared wispy, like inky smoke rising from a midnight campfire, they became more visible as the Pillar Fragment hindered their movement. With a sound like a strangled laugh, the Orgoth fought to shift his body away from Shadow, and toward the man with the fragment. When his gaze finally came to rest on the samurai, he choked out one more word. Hopefully, its meaning might be understood before Orgoth was forced to gasp once more for breath. “More.” The fight is currently at [ROTATION 5, ROUND 2]. Players of Parties III & IV are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Saturday Jan 9th, 2:00 pm EST].
  6. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    Round Eleven Like candles snuffed by a sudden wind, lights in Nimbus slowly winked out, one by one. The eerie sight harkened back to post-apocalyptical horror movies, complete with an ominous thunderstorm soundtrack. When lightning did fork through the sky, momentarily shattering the oppressive darkness, it illuminated hulking, nondescript ruins. The storm had consumed the heart of Nimbus, and the lives of those who had not fled. And that was only the beginning. Horror painted every line and curve of his face as Dax watched his precious team gallop toward the edge. Fortunately, a handful of players intervened, attempting to slow the horses before they toppled off the mountain path. They succeeded, or so the NPC originally thought. The greenest member of his team reared again, hooves cutting like daggers through the cool air. He hit the ground running, kicking up wet earth as he descended back down the mountain. "No!" Dax cried out, his agony nearly palpable as the gelding plunged into the rising tide. † Azhoda and Grimm Reaper have been consumed by the Storm of Shadows. Round Eleven will end in 72 hours [Dec 24th at 11:00 P.M EST] [Timer] The LD Threshold is 10.
  7. Things lurked in the infinite night. They were dark and hateful, shifting and skulking just beyond the edge of sight. Players strained, but couldn’t make out their shapes, assuming they even had any to discern. False calm had fallen over the battlefield, each side waiting and wondering what would come next. Orgoth’s stifled gasps puffed like a bellows, providing the only source of orientation for the warrior still standing and waiting for… something? “Always with the stupid self-sacrificing nobility! Have you no self-respect?” Shadow’s voice was shrill and furious. Orgoth’s ongoing defiance was proving a bothersome chore, keeping him from celebrating his ultimate triumph. It didn’t take long for mocking wit to return, snaring barbs into his favorite pin-cushion. “Why do you even bother?! Just stand aside! You’ve done your bit and can pat yourself on the furry back as you walk…? …Ride? I don’t know… what would you call it? Ah! Crawl. Yes! You can crawl off into the sunset and then the rest of these cretins and I can finish our play time. It’s…err… let’s go with: that way.” They all heard it. Shadow’s voice croaked as he spat his bile at the minotaur. Something had stunted his victory and cast the tiniest glimmer of doubt on this grander schemes. Emerging unbidden from the inventories of their bearers, the pillar fragments gathered during the Shadow’s last defeat still shone, albeit only with the dimmest slivers of pale yellow light. There, in their hands, were the last fragments of hope for all of Aincrad and the thousands of souls still desperately struggling to survive a terrible fate. At the lights’ edge roiled the anguished faces of fellows from beyond their chamber, twisted by suffering as darkness consumed them. They were nothing but inky black smoke, but disturbingly familiar as each player in the room recognized the forms and features of those closest to them. Hearts sank. What terror had Shadow wrought beyond these walls? What was happening outside? Were they truly the last? “Enough,” Shadow boomed, as the images shifted and morphed into figures from nightmares. “Take the last of them, and end this.” All around them nightmares given form hissed eagerly, like pent up pressure finally loosed and a tidal wave unleashed. A wall of gnashing teeth and flensing claws fell upon them, seeking to overwhelm and devour. In that literal darkest hour each of them felt like they might actually be the last of Aincrad’s champions. The fight is currently at [ROTATION 5, ROUND 1]. Players of Parties I & II are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Thursday December 24, 2020 at 1:00 PM EST].
  8. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    Round Ten In only an instant, Aincrad had become a Lovecraftian horror. Shadows birthed hellish creatures, their claws, teeth, and tentacles lashing out at the frantic lesser beings. While humans were clearly the main target, both players and NPCs alike, animals were not spared the nightmare. The birds who had not already taken flight did so now, spiraling upward into clouds that spiraled down to meet them, then consume them. Deer bounded by, appearing to also seek higher ground. Even a lone mountain lion loped by, more occupied with his own survival than the potential prey who also climbed the mountain. Dax Reynold's horses, however, responded to the large cat in a much more dramatic fashion. His team of six Clydesdales shrieked in unison, simultaneously rearing backward to tear their lead ropes from their harried handler's hands. "No!" the man bellowed, voice booming like a canon even over the raging storm. "Get back here!" But the thunder cracked like a whip overhead, further upsetting the horses, and sending the massive creatures galloping straight for the narrow trail's edge, and the people who trudged along it. Round Ten will end in 72 hours [Dec 19th at 1:00 A.M EST] [Timer] The LD Threshold is 9.
  9. All it took was a single strike. One final swing of the metaphorical axe, and the crimson-clad Kingslayer felled the mighty Orgoth. With a groan, the behemoth pitched forward, bracing himself on his hands as his shaggy mass trembled. His weapons lay only a hair's-breadth away, and even as his arms bulged with effort, his hands inched ever-closer. In what appeared to be his final Hail Mary, the minotaur flung himself backward, rocking back onto his knees once more. This time, there was no bellow of anger or agony, no cry of terror or triumph. This time, when Orgoth spoke, Shadow’s voice intertwined with each word. “THIS IS NOT OVER.” The Champion of Iron Fist threw back his head. Though he exposed his battle-worn face to the heavens, it was something hellish that poured from his flaring nostrils and gaping mouth. Reminiscent of a hanged man on the gallows, Orgoth clawed frantically at his own neck while obsidian smoke coiled skyward. Then, in an action that defied logic and physics, it changed direction. As if sucked away by an invisible vacuum, the darkness curved, shifted, then disappeared into a figure suddenly positioned directly behind the writhing Orgoth. For the first time, Shadow revealed himself to the full raid party. Eerily human features twisted in an expression of disgusted rage, and hands balled into fists at the silhouette’s sides. Even as the minotaur remained on his knees, he seemed enormous when compared to his shadowy counterpart. Shadow, on the other hand, stood at less than six foot tall. The sudden stomping of his foot, a tantrum from a petulant child, made him only appear smaller. “I will not allow you to beat me!” he thundered. “I am above you, do you understand? You cannot touch me.” In demonstration, Shadow threw his arms wide, blackness exploding out from him like a bomb’s impact. It flew in every direction, streaking through the gathered players with the frigid force of icy bullets. By the time the black wave had reached the surrounding walls, the entire room had been plunged into complete and total darkness. No longer were players able to see Shadow, who had slipped silently from his post behind the still-struggling Orgoth. Nor could they witness the emergence of their next threat, born from the darkness that promised to suffocate them all. ORGOTH'S STATS PLAYERS' STATS The fight is currently at [INTERMISSION]. Players of all parties are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Thursday, 17 December, 2:00PM EST]. [timer]
  10. Orgoth roared, even as the Shadow’s sudden and inexplicable silence lengthened. But, there was no reprieve. Even as Oscar admired the silhouette of his altered shadow with vanity bordering on the perverse, the bullish champion set to flaying them all with his advance. Axes whirling anew, the boss flinched in a moment of unexpectedly intense rage from the one in red, transmogrified by some strange, goopy horror he’d gone and plastered on his own face. What the heck was that about?! Granted the opening she needed, the absent one struck true despite being equally stricken by her fellow’s vile visage. Blows fell in accelerated succession as the gathered players rained pain and insults upon the ravaged minotaur, his hairy flesh now laced with myriad gashes and gashes in glorious, vitriolic orange. So many now afflicted him that they seemed to have become his own personal source of light. Amber eyes jumped high and kicked, knocking the beast to his knees, just as his beloved bluenette drove her brilliant spear deep into his tattooed chest. The black froth gathered around their foe’s mouth fell in dribs and drabs, near constantly now. Sizzling upon whatever it landed, it sought to eat away everything just as it had tried to consume him. The others piled on the injuries, sensing a growing vulnerability. One madwoman with crazy-big shoulder pads even thought it a fitting time for a selfie?! Orgoth was too distracted to care, his head pounding from within and without. Flashes of movement on his flank provoked a wild swing, smashing into a deep blue knight yet somehow dulled by unique talents laid bare before the gathered throng. His fellow tank fell back to recover, but still maintained the fight. On his other flank, the wall he’d sought to sunder in his last barrage pulsed blue and lanced some thin red thread into him. Raging still, Orgoth clamped his blunt teeth upon it and thrashed. Shadow’s corrupting power coursed through it to lash and gore, dampening that party’s healing for a time. "Trust your teammates!" Cried one who stood stalwart as he rallied hopes faltered by the revelation of escape denied. Behind him, shadows fell before the crowed man’s flurries, only to land the slightest, confusing tap upon the boss. Then came the sliver of darkness that linked the other darkness to his own. Was this fool actually crazy enough to seek to trap the darkness in his frail form? Then a voice echoed in the champion's mind. Checkmate. Orgoth bellowed with unfathomable and desperate agony, not from pain but from its momentary relief after so very, very long. The red in his eyes flickered as he stumbled and dropped both axes, letting them clatter to the broken ground with the delicacy of crashing thunder sending forth clouds of ash and powdered hate some naively dismissed as dust. Drawing a single, ragged breath, he finally managed to utter words sprung from his own indomitable will, even as his hands started to reach for his axes once more. “END IT! HIM!! ME!!! NOW!!!!” ORGOTH'S STATS <<Orgoth, the Indomitable>> [ ] [ ] [ ] DMG: 850 | MIT: 100 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 [Incarcerated] [ENV: 2/5] Orgoth attacks Party I. [1] 179809: BD 9 CD 9 | Blinding Crash: Shield: 950 / 6 = 158 DMG [BATTLE HEALING DISABLED] Raidou: 950 / 6 = 158 DMG [BATTLE HEALING DISABLED] Haine: 950 / 6 = 158 DMG [BATTLE HEALING DISABLED] Baldur: 950 / 6 = 158 DMG [BATTLE HEALING DISABLED] NIGHT: 950 / 6 = 158 DMG [BATTLE HEALING DISABLED] Kiluia: 950 / 6 = 158 DMG [BATTLE HEALING DISABLED] [2] 179810: BD 8 + 2 = 10 - 7 = 4 | Miss. Orgoth attacks Party II. [1] 179811: BD 1 | Miss. [2] 179812: BD 8 + 2 = 10 - 4 = 6 | 850 - 141 = 709 * 0.5 = 355 DMG -> Calrex Abilities: [Twin Axes] - Orgoth attacks twice per post. [Armor Crusher] - If Orgoth rolls a BD9+, his attack gains Phase. Disables all targets' Battle Healing for 2 turns. [Indomitable] - Only one stat can be debuffed at any given time, last for two turns, and only debuff Orgoth for the active party that applied the debuff. DoT effects last for half of their usual time. [Disablement Immunity] - This boss is immune to Paralysis, Stuns and the turn-losing effects of Freeze. [Blinding Crash] - If Orgoth rolls a CD8+ on a successful attack, Orgoth gains 100 DMG for that attack. The total damage dealt against the Primary Threat Target is then instead shared equally between the party as unmitigated damage.  PLAYERS' STATS PARTY I [H:11] Shield | HP: 1810/1985 | EN: 137/176 | DMG: 2 | ACC: 5 | EVA: -1 | MIT: 260 | HB: 72 | VO: 180 | VD: 90 | LD: 8 | PRLYZ | DoT: -50%, 1 HIT, -25% AFTER | DoT: -27 | Dote: 3 | Oxidant | BURNS: -50% | TAUNT | THRNS: 30 | EN REGEN: 3 | BH: 114 | [KEEN] | [BH Disabled: 0/2] [H:11] Raidou | HP: 1705/1870 | EN: 156/166 | DMG: 6 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 7 | MIT: 216 | VO: 280 | TAUNT | Oxidant | Dote: 3 | DoT: - 27 | LD: 8 | BH: 93 | EN REGEN: 3 | [Concentration: 2/3] | [BH Disabled: 0/2] [H:5] Haine | HP: 1432/1590 | EN: 106/138 | DMG: 27 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 79 | HLY: 6 | BRN: 36 | VO: 159 | Oxidant | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | LD: 3 | BH: 79 | EN REGEN: 3 | [BH Disabled: 0/2] [H:7] Baldur | HP: 1492/1650 | EN: 127/144 | DMG: 28 | ACC: 8+1 | EVA: 4 | MIT: 64 | REC: 3 | BURNS: -50% | THRNS: 30 | Dote: 2 | BH: 82 | EN REGEN: 3 | KEEN: 1 | [Parry: 1/2] | [Justified Riposte: 1/3] | [Keen] | [BH Disabled: 0/2] [H:2] NIGHT | HP: 1632/1790 | EN: 157/173 | DMG: 26 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 6 | MIT: 94 | BRN: 36 | BLI: 72 | BLD: 72 | TXV: 24 | VV: 10 | ENV: 4 | PRLYZ | Oxidant | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | BH: 104 | EN REGEN: 3 | [CONCENTRATION: 2/3] | [VANISH: 0/3] | [BH Disabled: 0/2] [H:4] Kiluia | HP: 1075/1270 | EN: 79/106 | DMG: 25 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 4 | MIT: 79 | BH: 63 | ABS ACC | REC: 3 | KEEN: 1 | BLD: 36 | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | Oxidant | LD: 3 | EN REGEN: 3 | [Keen] | [BH Disabled: 0/2] PARTY II [H:8] Ariel | HP: 1544/1770 | EN: 129/156 | DMG: 22 | ACC: 6 | AA | EVA: 5 | MIT: 75 | LD: 8 | TAUNT | TXV: 24 | FLN: 4 | KEEN: 1 | | DoT: -25%, 1 HIT | DoT -27 | Dote: 3 | THRNS: 30 | BH: 103 | EN REGEN: 3 | [Quick Change: 2/3] | [BH Disabled: 1/2] | [Parry: 1/2] | [Vengeful Riposte: 1/3] [H:10] Calrex | HP: 1596/2030 | EN: 142/176 | DMG: 19 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 4 | MIT: 141 | TAUNT | LD: 3 | ACHILLES: 0.5 | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | DoT: -25% | Oxidant | BH: 101 | EN REGEN: 3 | [BH Disabled: 1/2] | [Vengeful Riposte: 2/3] | [Focused Howl: 0/2] [H:1] Zandra | HP: 1872/2030 | EN: 175/191 | DMG: 24 | ACC: 8 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 150 | FLAURA: 30 | THRNS: 30 | VO: 203 | KEEN: 1 | LD: 8 | TXV: 24 | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | Oxidant | ABS ACC | DoT: -50%, 1 HIT, -25% AFTER | BH: 101 | EN REGEN: 3 | [Keen] | [BH Disabled: 1/2] [H:5] Itzal | HP: 1792/1950 | EN: 154/168 | DMG: 22 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 6 | MIT: 35 | BLD: 36 | PARA | TXV: 24 | Dote 3 | Oxidant | DoT -27 | DoT -25% [1/1] | RESTED: 1/3 | IMM: 30 | LD: 11 | BH: 97 | EN REGEN: 3 | [BH Disabled: 1/2] [H:3] Oscar | HP: 1637/1710 | EN: 131/165 | DMG: 25 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 121 | FLN: 12 | BRN: 36 | BH: 100 | 85 V.DEF (CD9) | 6 REC (CD6) | P.IMM | EN REGEN: 3 | [BH Disabled: 1/2] [H:6] Freyd - The Whisper in Shadows | HP: 1552/1710 | EN: 142/165 | DMG: 26 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 4 | MIT: 79 | THRNS: 20 | FLN: 6 | HLY: 6 | VO: 171 | BRN: 12 | TXV: 24 | EN REGEN: 3 | DoT: -20%, 1 HIT | Oxidant | Dote: 3 | Dot: -27 | LD: 8 | BH: 100 | [BH Disabled: 1/2] -- Zandra's [Charge] was not declared in her roll. -5 DMG to her previous action. PARTY III [H:10] Macradon | HP: 1559/1985 | EN: 182/191 | DMG: 23 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 2 | MIT: 194 | HLY: 12 | VO: 198 | PHASE | REC: 6 | FRTHRNS: 21, 6 DOT | FIGHTING SPIRIT | LD: 5 | EN REGEN: 3 | FRAURA: 15 | [BH Disabled: 1/2] [H:5] ChaseR | HP: 1690/1690 | EN: 134/148 | DMG: 23 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 5 | MIT: 106 | HLY: 12 | BRN: 12 | TXV: 24 | PRLYZ: 8+ | VD: 84 | HBS: 16 | LD: 8 | Dote: 3 | DoT -27 | BH: 84 | EN REGEN: 3 | FIGHTING SPIRIT [H:2] Mari | HP: 1910/1910 | EN: 118/170 | DMG: 23 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 4 | MIT: 88 | FLN: 6 | VO: 191 | FLAURA: 15 | KEEN: 1 | Dote: 3 | Dot: -27 | Oxidant | BH: 95 | EN REGEN: 3 | [KEEN] [Field Medic: 0/2] [H:4] Hidden | HP: 1510/1510 | EN: 105/130 | DMG: 23 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 5 | MIT: 79 | HLY: 8 | VO: 226 | LD: 3 | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | Oxidant | BH: 75 | EN REGEN: 3 [H:1] Pinball | HP: 1500/1500 | EN: 117/132 | DMG: 23 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 6 | MIT: 15 | BH: 90 | FRZ: 36/8-10 | Phase | SAFEGUARD | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | Oxidant | RESTED: 2/3 | EN REGEN: 3 [H:2] Jomei | HP: 1705/1705 | EN: 155/169 | DMG: 21 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 6 | MIT: 88 | BRN: 36 | BLI: 36 | HB: 16 | BH: 85 | EN REGEN: 3 PARTY IV [H:7] Zajcica | HP: 560/1630 | EN: 131/136 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 2 | MIT: 335 | TAUNT | THRNS: 30 | FRAURA: 30 | FLAURA: 30 | HB: 24 | LM: 1 | LD: 3 | DoT: -50%, 1 HIT, -25% AFTER | Dote 3 | DoT: -27 | Oxidant | BH: 81 | RESTED: 2/3 [H:5] Morgenstern | HP: 1645/1645 | EN: 85/142 | DMG: 23 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 141 | Fireproof | Bloodclot | Paralytic Immune | DoT -25% | VO: 160 | BH: 82 [H:0] Bahr | HP: 1730/1730 | EN: 162/167 | DMG: 26 | ACC: 5 | EVA: 6 | MIT: 79 | FLN: 12 | HLY: 6 | TXV: 24 | HB: 24 | PHASE | DoT: - 27 | Oxidant | Dote: 3 | DoT: -30% | LD: 8 | BH: 86 [H:3] Crozeph | HP: 1330/1330 | EN: 63/112 | DMG: 21 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 4 | MIT: 97 | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | LD: 3 | REC: 3 | FRZ: 36 | BRN: 36 | BH: 66 | [Field Medic: 0/2] [H:3] Cordelia | HP: 1390/1390 | EN: 96/118 | DMG: 25 | ACC: 6 | EVA: 5 | MIT: 130 | HLY: 12 | FRAURA: 15 | ABS ACC | PHASE | Oxidant | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | LD: 3 | BH: 69 [H:3] Beat | HP: 1505/1505 | EN: 106/128 | DMG: 26 | ACC: 8 | EVA: 2 | MIT: 63 | HLY: 6 | BLD: 36 | PARAIMMUNE | ENVENOM: 18 | BLI: 36 | Dote: 3 | DoT: -27 | Oxidant | RESTED: 1/3 | DoT: -25%, 1 HIT | BH: 75 | ABS ACC The fight is currently at [ROTATION 4, ROUND 2]. Players of Parties III & IV are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Saturday, December 12 at 1:00 am]. [timer]
  11. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    It started within Nimbus. A sound rang out, filled with chatter and glee. The whispering laughter continues, echoing around the players seeming to come from all directions. For the first time, the shadows reveal how alive they really are. Figures form from the shadows, taking random forms from creatures to humans to monsters. Each make an almost a cackling noise before they surge forward. The Shadowlings begin to chase those that remained alive this long, only adding to the threat that they had to faced before. While these Shadowlings can be cut down with a blade, they only dissolve for a few seconds before reforming and continuing chase. Of course, those that remained away from the pools of shadows were safe from these creatures, but those who found it licking at their heels would find them attempting to drag them back into the shadows that they were born from. The air reached its lowest temperature, just below freezing. While conditions were almost at their worst, the threat had nearly doubled. Surrounding the player, MISERY, the shadows in the shape of hyenas nipped at the masked player's legs before dragging the helpless player onto the ground. The shadow rose in the form of hands, grasping the player's figure before slowly forcing the player to sink into its depths. Amos found himself exhausted. In his age, there shouldn't be any reason why he attempted to climb a mountainside. However, as a sound of high-pitched laughter whispered through the air, he found the energy to keep moving up. By now, the rest of the city's people were much farther ahead than he. They were young and spry, they didn't need to waste their efforts in someone as old as he. He looked back, finding that the storm had begun to catch up to him. He stared out to it, and found the grinning faces of unimaginable creatures staring back. Moving forward, he would use the last of his strength to climb onto a rock. Holding himself up with his stick, he would stare onwards into these faces. "Death is not something in which I'm afraid of. I've lived too damn long to not understand that it is a part of life." The storm licked at the front of his boots, washing onto them. Three figures loomed upward to him with outstretched arms. Slamming his stick into one, he would find that the creature had the same consistency as water. The creature splashed back into the storm. The other two didn't seem to mind the fall of their friend, but instead took the moment of his defenselessness to strike. Cold hands grasped his body, pulling him down to his knees. The creatures made a chattering noise, as if filled with glee from his capture. He understood this was the end. He didn't fight back against the storm as he was plunged into its depths. † MISERY has been consumed by the Storm of Shadows. Round Nine will end in 72 hours [Dec 10th at 2:15 A.M EST] The LD Threshold is 8.
  12. Orgoth’s twin axes came crashing down once more, the poor corrupted minotaur fueled by a shadowy rage that wasn’t quite his own. While the frontliners whittled away at its health, dropping it to a perilous low, Orgoth’s rampage ran them through, uninterrupted. The fighters’ attempts and pleas and all their blind gusto fell flat under the strength of the beast, whose inhuman power indiscriminately carved through armor like butter. Inky tendrils caressing its monstrous form, it seemed wholly focused on dissecting one pink paladin with two powerful chops… even to the point of ignoring the other attacking party altogether. Yuki would find that in an instant, her health had been reduced to little more than a fraction of what it had been a moment before. With any luck, it’d serve as a proper reminder for the mouthy tank to watch how she spoke to those above her. Bahr, spurred on by his imminent realization, quickly fumbled for a crystal to take him away from the locked, darkened chamber. But as he retrieved the teleportation stone, holding it triumphantly in the air, one thing would become immediately obvious: the crystal was dead. There were no sparkles on its surface, and no swirling light residing within its shining core. It was devoid of all color, siphoned of its mystical energies, a sickly, miasmic blackness crawling just beneath its surface. It wasn’t necessarily that its reception to a teleport gate was being blocked by The Shadow himself; in here, they just wouldn’t work at all. “Idiots~.” Where taunts and threats had fueled the atmosphere prior, now only a long, throaty chuckle resonated in the void surrounding them. Something very interesting had happened, hadn’t it? He wondered if the little realization would be enough to shatter their confidence. If so, maybe he should have revealed it sooner! The enigmatic figure did not speak with the same fervor with which he had before -- instead, he carefully chose to savor the chaos that was sure to ensue in the wake of their revelation. At least for the time being. ORGOTH'S STATS PLAYERS' STATS The fight is currently at [ROTATION 4, ROUND 1]. Players of Parties I & II are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Tuesday December 8, 4:00 am EST]. [timer]
  13. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    Cold wind ripped through the floor, cutting through clothing and even buildings. Those players that had survived this long would only find future hardships. While the storm hadn't taken much turn for the worse yet, several players already got to taste the threat for the very first time. As shadows took hold of them, it began to devour them whole. The light swallowed by the darkness. Those that managed to be freed from the grasp of the storm would notice that the areas that had been held down had begun to become eaten away, clothing and body. The dark rain continued to pour, pelting players and NPC's alike in the face with the freezing droplets. The shadows washed down into the lower ground, flooding them and rising up. As the players moved up, they would find the inky water splashing onto their feet as it moved down the mountainsides. Nimbus, once the main settlement of the seventh floor, was nearing a point of no return. Any who remained there would find their window of escape to be gone. The few NPC's that had managed to escape the city, moved up the mountainside. Children in front, the adults behind ushered them to what was considered the safest place from the storm. Taking the rear to this ground, Amos climbed after them using a hefty stick as a crutch to move up. The old man looked forward. "Keep moving quickly now. It won't be long before the mountain's too slippery to climb!" ___________________ "Unfortunate, she will be missed." The cold voice was unexpected to hear. Taken aback, he would frown as he held his weapon expectantly. Ignoring the dull throb in his back from the previous attack, his eyes searched the darkness for the figure of Setsuna. The area seemed to grown even colder as the sound of a unsheathing blade filled the air. "Tell me, what kind of monster ignores the passing of their friend?" It entirely made sense. Of course the parasite of the world cared not for each other. Only themselves and their benefit. Their own survival. Hugo prepared to block the oncoming attack; however, in his injured state he was no where near as fast as the small blue figure before him. As the cold steel slashed through his flesh, he would fall onto his back. Afterwards, the figure darted away as fast as she had come. 'What is up with them? Did she not intend to hunt me down? Why wouldn't she finish me off?' He pushed himself up off the ground, his body groaning as he did. His health was quite low. He was a low-leveled bandit. Taking on two players of decent level hadn't been the wisest of choices. "I'll get that girl." he whispered. He moved to push himself up, but found himself unable to even lift his hands or knees from the ground. His eyes floated down to the ground, finding his body sat within a puddle of the inky black liquid. It seemed to have frozen around his form and now slowly traveled up his arms. Trying to wrench himself from the ground, he found quickly any attempt was entirely futile. He had been captured. The ground bubbled in front of him for a moment as the shadows consumed more of his figure. A hissing sound made itself audible and in horror he watched as a dark figure rose from the shadows. Then another. The dark figures loomed over his downed body. The only feature he could make out were the demented smiles of these creatures before they clutched his body and drug him down into the shadows. † Alkor, Valentine, Koga, and HugoNPC have been consumed by the Storm of Shadows. Round Eight will end in 72 hours [Dec 6th at 6:15 A.M EST] The LD Threshold is 7.
  14. The Shadow

    [EV-F07] Storm of Shadows

    The "rain" continued to pour down in sheets. The flood would only rise and while the temperature drop had significantly slowed it still fell at a steady pace. It was surely close to freezing temperatures. There was certainly much for the players to struggle through. At this point, Nimbus was hardly able to be resided in. The players that still may find themselves within it would be forced out or succumb to the storm shortly. Each of the buildings themselves had collapsed and fallen over. The rubble slowly being consumed by the storm; however, the rubble also would make a temporary bridge for an escape from the city. Within the city, Hugo found himself "entertaining" a few players. He awaited for the masked player to give chase, but the player hadn't seemed to follow. 'Perhaps he had been trapped in the flood?' Wiping the dripping black liquid from his face, he turned to make his escape from the city. It was clear to even him how treacherous the situation was within. The ground was entirely covered up to a few feet. Anyone caught that deep in had no chance of escape. "Now just to-" Pain flared from his back as he was assaulted from behind. Thrown atop of the rubble he stood on, his eyes met his assailant. While it was almost hard to make out through the pouring rain, he captured the figure of a blond woman wielding a scythe. 'Another damn player?' By now, the pain had subsided by the damage taken had been effective in the least. "Setsuna over here." the figure called. Was that the name of the masked player? It didn't matter. It was his duty to the Sundered Spire and every resident of Aincrad to take down the plague. The disease. The parasites that found themselves eating away at the very world they lived in. Summoning every ounce of his own strength, he would fling himself at the blond player. His first attack wasn't aimed at her body, but instead her hand. His a wave of his left arm and a slice of his weapon his opponent would find herself disarmed. Literally. With his freehand, he clutched the woman's neck. "That really hurt. I'm not sure if I'll have the strength to stop your friend. But Masahiro would've been proud to know I did some good in a time like this. Maybe when I return I'll have a promotion in store. I'm not strong like some of the others, but I'm loyal. If I keep trying, even someone as small as me can be useful." Tossing the girl's body over into the black waters, she would find herself unable to escape from its cold depths. His hand reached back to touch the gash in his back. Red pixels flowed freely from it and there was an obvious rip in his once white shirt. Grimacing, he would face the direction the player came from. There was a chance this 'Setsuna' was still back there. They had been foolish to attack separately from eachother. He sighed, pushing back the fear of death. No matter how many times it happened, it was hard to face the reality of it. Apparently the fear faded after enough times of going through it, but it still scared him a bit. 'I suppose even if I stall Setsuna for a bit, they would get stuck inside of Nimbus.' he thought. Self-sacrifice was necessary. That would be another player down and a step forward for their cause. Hugo put one foot in front of the other and called out: "Come on Setsuna! I'm right here and waiting!" † Blueberry and Freya have been consumed by the Storm of Shadows. Round Seven will end in 72 hours [Dec 3rd at 12:30 A.M EST] The LD Threshold is 6.
  15. Screams echoed in the distant darkness enveloping the chamber. They were few at first, but quickly grew in number and volume like thunder from an impending storm. Moments later, they were legion and a slick drizzle of inky black oil-like rain washed briefly over the battlefield coating everything and everyone in a thin film of something utterly vile. Shadow cackled triumphantly as the battle continued to rage, his words booming from everywhere all at once. “Yes!” He urged. “Give them hope, noble Samurai! Own the shame of their failures before they even achieve them, as any dutiful master should! Feel the film of so many weak and fallen souls on your flesh and know that it comes from those you foolishly left to die!” “Scheme as hard as you want, Red Wanderer! Assume that math will rule, when it doesn’t matter anymore. The odds have been stacked! Shouldn’t you actually be over with the orange brigade? You’ve spilled enough blood to have earned it! Keep feasting on the darkness in my pet, and know that you’re draining her life in a vain attempt to spare your own!” “Such a clever one, this little metal-clad turtle at the forefront. He's always trying to deconstruct the scene. Don’t you get it yet? I’ve played this out a thousand thousand times. While you’re set on winning a battle, I’m winning the war! Every moment I hold you here, more of Aincrad becomes… me. Shield away! Hold the vanguard steady. Every moment you buy brings my victory closer. Thank you so much for your generous gift of time!” "Eh? What the..." A flash of white light burst forth from a blue-haired beauty, with her beau at her side, washing over the giant minotaur and bathing his scarred hide in cleansing light that limned the countless tattoos visible upon his ravaged flesh. Orgoth draws in the deepest of breaths and holds it, turning his gaze to the starless night above. Every muscle on his massive form flexes terrifyingly taut. The entire field pauses, waiting for a hint of success. “Bwahahahahahahahahahahah!" Came a high-pitched squeal of delight. "It tickles!” Orgoth’s mighty fists slam suddenly downward, rending more of the already broken floor and sending a potent shockwave outward to shake everyone free of their reverie, tossing their hopes out the window in the process. “A prayer to the gods?! There are none left to answer. I am pure void, dear child, and your paltry pleas cannot reach me. REQUEST DENIED! Thanks for coming out, though, and leaving your precious siblings behind. They made delicious snacks.” Even before Shadow finished his latest taunt, Orgoth lunged forward and smashed Shield to his knees with such a massive blow that it cratered the ground below him by its sheer force. Without missing a beat, he followed up by stomping a gargantuan hoof into the ground, unleashing a sonic thunder-wave that knocked the entire party back a dozen feet, some left teetering on the brink of the darkness at the room’s edge. Shadow’s taunts resumed with gusto. He seemed positively pleased by this turn of events, though his initial pause suggested that even he hadn’t been sure of their stratagem’s outcome. “Quit gawking, blondie! She's just knackered herself and doesn’t even realize it yet. Better get in some smoochies while you still can!” “Healing today, are we, big man? Aren’t you a little overdressed for a nurse?” Oscar’s shadow subtly shifted, its silhouette morphing to show him wearing a maid’s outfit, as hearty guffaws echoed all around. “Shameful, little blue knight. I like the colour scheme, though indigo might suit you better soon enough. Are you sure you’re up to playing with the big boys and girls? All that hard work, and you still can’t hit the broad side of a bull? Pathetic.” “YES! Roar, mighty, little lion. Oh… uh… was that it? You’re not going to soil the carpet when my pet strikes you again, are you? I swear, I had a spritzer bottle around here somewhere. I guess we’ll just have to improvise!” Orgoth wheeled, having already scattered the first group with his advance. Heaving both axes overhead, he smashed them both into the ground before him, whirling as quick as a desert wing and batting the airborne debris to scour the second party. “Sticks and stones, as they say, but without your precious healing skills, every scratch counts and wears you down!” “Hey! You in the corner!” The sound of snapping fingers rang out all around Zandra. “The fight’s over here! Do pay attention, will you? Funny how the pain doesn’t stop just because you do!” Even NIGHT, watching the chaos unfold before her, wasn’t completely immune to Shadow’s reach, though small solace was offered by the fact that his taunts did not reverberate in her mind. “Do you think I’ve forgotten you, little absence? An empty void in all that remains of the light in this world? I. FEEL. YOU.” Two among them managed to retaliate as Shadow’s champion wreaked havoc on the raid, and they were spared the darkness’ wrath, until last. “Oh, he’s got paper courage emboldened by hollow words! Listen to him, Orgoth! Or are your ears so full of hair that his precious praise falls flat?” A mass of writhing tentacles sprang from Itzal’s flickering shadow, trying to engulf him as he flailed desperately to cut them down and keep their grasping at bay. Shadow tossed his own words back at him with self-assured mockery. “Fight champion! You are no less a warrior than the man-cow! Show us your bravery as you pre-occupy yourself with preserving your vanity.” “And this scrawny one! So dark, so brooding, so frail that he can’t decide whether to stand in light or dark. Actually, I think I like him! Yes, let’s use him next, after Steak-boi is spent.” Dozens of writhing black tendrils lunged from the shadows at the room’s edge, piercing Freyd through and lashing at the same concealing clothing Shadow had previously singled out with his dare. Two inky tentacles wrapped themselves around his head, dissolving his cowl just as the rest of him was flensed by the rest of the rippling swarm. His clothes and mask were torn, parts fading to translucence by an attack intended to target the spirit instead of the flesh. Where red eyes should have been, only two black orbs remained, though the Whisper seemed to be straining with every available ounce of available will to keep his body from slipping beyond his control. ORGOTH'S STATS PLAYERS' STATS The fight is currently at [ROTATION 3, ROUND 2]. Players of Parties III & IV are called to post once. The deadline for each round is 72 hours [Wednesday December 2, 11:00 pm EST]. [timer]
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