Celeste

OOC EN REGEN [1/3], +10 HP, Concentration CD [1/3]

A shift of her arms forces the cleaver to be stored away, she knew that she needed to take the cardinal mandated break period. Her stamina was still way too paltry for her tastes, combat never lasting more than a few brief seconds then taking minutes for her to do it again. Through the semi-familiar scenery of floor 12, she slides further out from the walls of the settlement. Leaving the safe zone behind as her heels connect with varied ponds and pools of water in sloshy slaps. The last time she was here she got attacked by a fuckin' ghost, fun but not quite rewarding enough. She'd use this time between to pick out another target. Who knew what else was present on this floor, maybe she'd find whatever made those claw marks on the trees. Surely that thing would put up a fight right? The thought was intriguing and she struggled to not rush ahead.

ID# 182821 results: Loot: 6, Failure!

Releasing the spear and clutching her axe with both hands, she had the opponent right where she wanted her. Dumping the full force of her billhook into the creature's waist causes it to fall limp. The top half still held the lance, a widening eye showing that it was surprised by the girl's tenacity as it was reduced to nothing. The carcass vanishes as Celeste rips clean the polearm tossing it with a spray crimson, into a pool of water before it vanishes as well. "That it, pathetic." Celeste quips to the destroyed beast, a ring of her health beginning to trickle back in with combat finished. A nice yield, and a tapped out energy. It was what she was beginning to learn as an actuality, that she'd be emptied out on the regular after every fight. But it was all too fun tearing things to pieces like she was starting to become capable of doing.

Torque Wave [x5], -5 EN, Concentration Activated {+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182819 results: Battle: 3+3+1=7, Hit vs. Snake Woman dealing 10x5=50 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 182820 results: Craft: 5, Loot: 20

Players:
Celeste | HP:245/300 | EN:7/30 | DMG:10 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snake Woman | HP:48/160 | DMG:45

Total Loot:
1760*Col
4*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182817a
T2 Perfect Armor/Shield #182820a
T2 Perfect Trinket #182820b

Concentration Refreshed!

The spear in her arm punctures and widens the wound as she forces it through herself, moving closer to the wielder of the skewer. Celeste wanted to close the gap, and with the weapon already held in her shoulder, it wouldn't be moving easily. A spray of red from her back as she rides down the line that connected them both, a sinister scowl and unsettling smile plastered to her face. Celeste was becoming accustomed to just how much punishment she could take and how much she could abuse that health pool, making the choice to sustain damage on purpose to trap her enemy was a gambit and made her blood pump. The notification sound of her taking damage kept on ringing, as she drug her own skin down the length of the rod. It would all be over, and like this, the target could hardly put up any resistance as it hissed.

Torque Wave [x5], -5 EN

ID# 182818 results: Battle: 1
MOB: 9, Minor Critical vs. Celeste dealing 46-18=28 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:245/300 | EN:6/30 | DMG:10 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snake Woman | HP:48/160 | DMG:45

Concentration CD [2/3]

Another swing slices the male in two halves, who flounders and drops. It explodes into data, the female of the two seems horrified and becomes more aggressive out of nowhere it seemed. But it was her lover just struck down by the red headed girl. With anger, the thing leaps and dumps a spear through Celeste's left shoulder which was exposed. It punches through clean despite the woman's armor. Celeste recoils and latches her hand around the shaft piercing her frame, offering a chilled smile to the opponent. This was what she was after, these heated exchanges where shit got interesting. If they died with no resistance it was hardly any fun. A high pitch whir of her billhook shows her intention to follow up and claim this one's head as well. A push of her frame forward, digging it even further and widening that hole just that much more.

Trample Act [x6], -8 EN (6 + 2 [1 Targets Struck])

ID# 182815 results: Battle: 5+3=8, Hit vs. Snake Man dealing 10x6=60 DMG
ID# 182816 results: Battle: 1, Critical Miss vs. Snake Woman!
MOB: 8-1=7, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 45-18=27 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 182817 results: Craft: 8, Loot: 7

Players:
Celeste | HP:273/300 | EN:7/30 | DMG:10 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snake Man | HP:60/160 | DMG:45 [BLD:12/1]
Snake Woman | HP:48/160 | DMG:45

Total Loot:
960*Col
2*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182817a

Celeste Moves to Floor 12

Concentration CD [1/3]

Back to the familiar bog that was Floor 12, the town of Lazaro and its strange highways of water. Boats bouncing around in the afternoon sun, tapping softly against some of the stone that anchored them. Celeste hops from the gate and moves out into the main section of the floor, there wasn't much to be had in the way of riches within the safe zone. Nope, she'd need to bash in some more snake people, or some other crap if she wanted something to line her pockets. Celeste was no stranger to combat and was even less a stranger to violence to get what she wanted. A peel of her hands up and a burn of red takes the steel. One broad stroke catches two as soon as they realize she was there, an echo from the blow rings out like thunder off the walls of the city like the crack of a whip.

Ordinal Cleave [x8], -12 EN (8 + 4 [2 Targets Struck])

ID# 182813 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Snake Man dealing 11x8=88 DMG and applying BLD 12/2
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

ID# 182814 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Snake Woman dealing 11x8=88 DMG and applying BLD 12/2
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:300/300 | EN:14/30 | DMG:10 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snake Man | HP:60/160 | DMG:45 [BLD:12/1]
Snake Woman | HP:60/160 | DMG:45 [BLD:12/1]

Post Counter: 3

It simply could not, Celeste had cut something vital in her previous attack. It was trying but kept fumbling and falling back to the ground. A heavy pant and a snarl as it struggled to defend itself from the girl. "Pathetic, this was all you had to show. All you could muster. Waste of my time." Celeste muttered as she looked down on it, placing a booted heel into its side and knocking it over. A rip of her guillotine above her head. "Then time to die, No use hanging around with this crap any longer. See ya, nothing personal." A solid slam causes the trees to stir, sleeping birds fleeing the place out of fear. Ushering clean of the canopy and back to Gatsby, she receives her reward but it was nothing immaculate. Nothing extraordinary that she pays a second glance. The last tutorial quest is finally done, now was just getting to the fun part.

Torque Wave [x5], -5 EN

ID# 182811 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical [+2 DMG] vs. Venom Snapper dealing 14x5=70 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:300/300 | EN:10/30 | DMG:12 | MIT:8 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Venom Snapper | HP:54/150 | DMG:35(50) | EVA:1 | TXC-VNM (9-10) 10/3

Post Counter: 2

Right into the fray, catching a pack just starting to rise and howl. A single ferocious swing causes a chain detonation of all of the alpha's kin in one broad stroke. The snapper recoils and falls to the floor, unable to defend itself against the girl's attack. "That it!?" Celeste barks out in a goad, she was expecting something serious when it was claimed there would be some serious confrontation. It seems that Gatsby was mistaken. "Get up." The red headed girl yelped at the only remaining beast who could do little against her assault. His entire pack wiped out in a single swing, this was a pathetic show of something that was supposed to be interesting. They couldn't stand up to the girl, which although the overpowering was delightful she wanted just a bit more resistance. A drop of the head of her billhook to a tuft of dust, it's heavy top thunking to the floor.

Ordinal Cleave [x8], -16 EN (8 + 8 {4 Targets Struck})

ID# 182806 results: Battle: 7+5=12, Hit vs. Wolf #1 dealing 12x8=96 DMG
ID# 182807 results: Battle: 7+5=12, Hit vs. Wolf #2 dealing 12x8=96 DMG
ID# 182808 results: Battle: 7+5=12, Hit vs. Wolf #3 dealing 12x8=96 DMG
ID# 182809 results: Battle: 4+5-1=8, Hit vs. Venom Snapper dealing 12x8=96 DMG

ID# 182810 results: MOB: 5-1=4, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:300/300 | EN:14/30 | DMG:12 | MIT:8 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Wolf #1 | HP:40/40 | DMG:25
Wolf #2 | HP:40/40 | DMG:25
Wolf #3 | HP:40/40 | DMG:25
Venom Snapper | HP:54/150 | DMG:35(50) | EVA:1 | TXC-VNM (9-10) 10/3
Feral Strike: Every time a <<Wolf>> is slain, <<Venom Snapper>>’s next attack becomes AoE. This ability can stack (if 2 wolves die at the same time, <<Venom Snapper>>’s next 2 attacks become AoE). “Venomous Bite” can still trigger on AoE attacks.

Post Counter: 1

A simple twist of her frame as she scoured away in the twilight, looking earnestly at a slip of paper in her grasp. One left given by a man named Gatsby. As she walks rather aimlessly for a good hour, she stumbles across the NPC in question. A dark-skinned fellow, with a distraught look upon his face. Something about his family, something about his caravan. Her ears perk up when he mentions a reward. "Yeah yeah, buddy. I'll spank your wolves or whatever. Just shut up." Celeste shuts him down and begins to usher herself deeper into the floor. To the side of her screen, Venomous Warg appears there, drawing a gilded line from her compass out to the north. "Slay Venom Snapper." She reads it back with her peripheral with a smile. No tricks, no gathering a stick or some shit beforehand. Just pure combat and bloodshed. This was more her speed.

Celeste Consumes: Crème Brûlée [T1/Dessert/Rare] - Accuracy 2, Breakfast Fry  [T1/Meal/Rare] - Protein 2

Celeste | HP:300/300 | EN:30/30 | DMG:12 | MIT:8 | EVA:1 | ACC:5 | BLD:12

In a blinding tear of her axe, she lops clean the head off of the sword-fish as it floundered against the side of the boat. With quick thinking as the carcass threatened to slink off the side back into the lake, Celeste grabs a handful of scales and a single flipper and handles it into the tiny vessel. The whole thing shifts and begins to rock under the weight. Ol' Pete offers a heavy smile, not only had the thing been caught but his boat had sustained no damage. A pleasant change of pace to the usual. 15 minutes later they reach and toss anchor, Celeste was the first off with a skip. "Look here you!" Ol' Pete barks in jest, making her turn before shoving a meal into her hands. "Good goin' ya creatin, make yourself scarce!" he waves her away, with a grin on his face eyeing the huge corpse that would be good eatin'

Torque Wave [x5], -5 EN, Concentration Activated {+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182805 results: Battle: 7+3+1=11, Hit vs. Sword-Fish dealing 10x5=50 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:300/300 | EN:25/30 | DMG:10 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sword-Fish | HP:35/35 | DMG:(50/5)

The boat sways as Ol' Pete continues to paddle further on the lake, a uneasy silence between them both as it traveled. Eyeballing the rather out of place pole held limply in her left hand. A shift causes her hair to pour across her left shoulder as she gets up from the lean on the boats rim. A jerk sends the hook and sinker to the waves, never thought that she'd be the type to fish. As it would seem, a lot of quests required her to use skills she never wished to just to complete them. That was the nature of the game, but Celeste just wanted to hit things. Why she had to beat around the subject with weird mechanics was beyond her. A soft sigh as it plops into the waves and begins to sink. Mere seconds pass as the line whispers away, the line going deeper and deeper. Before the rod bends in half under duress. Celeste perks up in an instant and latches her right above her left. It was heavy.

ID# 182804 results: Craft: 7 (Swordfish Caught!)

Celeste | HP:300/300 | EN:30/30 | DMG:10 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

A small building purchased by the crimson tide, located in Larissa on the west side of the floor. Once you enter the building your sights are instantly bombarded with a yard sell like appearance clusterfuck of every weird and obtuse object Celeste has ever found. The savvy sort may find something interesting in this pile of crap, dust beginning to form on some. The girl clearly has no interest in figuring out what half the shit really is. The whole place smells of a weird mixture of every floor in one huge melding pot. There may even be something living in the nooks and crannies between all the junk.

Tier 1:
T1 Perfect Consumable #181101b - 600 Col
T1 Perfect Consumable #181101c - 600 Col
T1 Perfect Consumable #181497a - 600 Col
T1 Perfect Consumable #181517a - 600 Col
T1 Perfect Trinket #181458b - 600 Col
T1 Rare Armor/Shield #181452b - 1485 Col
T1 Rare Consumable #181108a - 450 Col
T1 Rare Consumable #181452a - 450 Col
T1 Rare Trinket #181075a - 675 Col
T1 Rare Trinket #181119a - 675 Col
T1 Rare Trinket #181129a - 675 Col
T1 Rare Trinket #181497b - 675 Col
T1 Rare Trinket #181517b - 675 Col
T1 Uncommon Consumable #181727a - 50 Col

Tier 2:
T2 Perfect Armor/Shield #182820a - 7750 Col
T2 Perfect Consumable #182413a - 1200 Col
T2 Perfect Trinket #182820b - 1200 Col
T2 Perfect Weapon #182391a - 3300 Col
T2 Perfect Weapon #182924a - 3300 Col
T2 Rare Armor/Shield #182380a - 3300 Col
T2 Rare Armor/Shield #182404b - 3300 Col
T2 Rare Armor/Shield #182925a - 3300 Col
T2 Rare Consumable #182404a - 1000 Col
T2 Rare Consumable #182834a - 1000 Col
T2 Rare Consumable #182943a - 1000 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182371a - 1325 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182396a- 1325 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182413b- 1325 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182817a - 1325 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182933a - 1325 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182934a - 1325 Col
T2 Rare Trinket #182942a - 1325 Col
T2 Rare Weapon #182834b - 3300 Col
T2 Rare Weapon #182943b - 3300 Col

Tier 3:
T3 Perfect Consumable #184335a - 1500 Col
T3 Perfect Consumable #185368a - 1500 Col
T3 Perfect Consumable #185816a - 1500 Col
T3 Perfect Weapon #185808a - 4450 Col
T3 Perfect Weapon #186127a - 4450 Col
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #185370b - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186005a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186115b - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Consumable #185370a - 1125 Col
T3 Rare Consumable #186092a - 1125 Col
T3 Rare Consumable #186115a - 1125 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #184334a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #184335b - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185368b - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185369a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185815a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185816b - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185987a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #185988a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #186113a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #186114a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Trinket #186125a - 1975 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #183500a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #183502a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #184336a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #185806a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #185818a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #186091a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #186092b - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #186124a - 4950 Col
T3 Rare Weapon #186126a - 4950 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #183500b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #183502b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #184336b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185371a - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185804a - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185806b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185818b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186091b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186093a - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186124b - 50 Col
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186126b - 50 Col

Stored for Pricing:
T2 Rare Trinket #182420a
T2 Rare Consumable #182428a
T2 Rare Weapon #182428b
T2 Rare Trinket #182761a

Special:
Venom Vial [T1/Unique/Potion] 10/4 DoT - 100000 Col

Materials:
T1 Materials: 270 ea, Remaining 9
T2 Materials: 540 ea, Remaining 51
T3 Materials: 750 ea, Remaining 96

She doesn't ID or sell any General Stock, you want that shit she will tell you to go somewhere else. Celeste sells what she finds, unidentified. Take it or leave it.

Concentration CD [1/3]

The thing makes its first move, a flowing white dress flowed as if beneath the water it was trapped in. It flew through the air, drifting toward Celeste with outstretched hands as if an embrace. The girl had seen horror films and was going to keep this thing the hell away from her if she could help it. A slide of her feet as she lets the thing buzz past, moving to her immediate left. Grabbing tightly the axe again, it engulfs with power in a red lantern like glow. Drawing lines like tethers begin to emanate from the edge, trailing and shifting from its surface. The intention was to cut it down before it could do its spooky ghost thing, which was probably attempting to suck out her soul or some shit. Dumping a large portion of her pool into it, causes the weapon to stir and hum violently.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182767 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Blonde Specter
MOB: 5-1=4, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:178/260 | EN:19/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:108/162 | DMG:39

It was as if the red-headed girl had disturbed some sort of resting place, a relic that was not meant to be messed with. The very water to which the trinket was pulled from began to show back a reflection that was not hers, showing instead: the figure of the portrait contained inside. It swells and that image removes itself from the surface. Slightly translucent Celeste could see a bit of the backdrop through it, and on impulse, the girl peels out her weapon. One broad stroke she swats the thing, causing it to howl in agony. The last thing she was expecting was to be punching the ghost of a woman whose picture she'd found only by chance. But hell thems the breaks, and Celeste wasn't going to argue with the pennies she'd found and could rub together. Allowing the cleaver to pass through clean as her right hand slips from the handle in its wide spark.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182766 results: Battle: 7+3+1=11, Hit vs. Blonde Specter dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 2-1=1, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:178/260 | EN:20/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Blonde Specter | HP:108/162 | DMG:39

OOC EN Regen Triggered: Full EN Restore!, +10 HP

That was of course unless you were a kind of cackling old geezer with a boil on your nose. That sort would have no issue living in a tree stump, surrounded by a bunch of rotting vegetation. A tiny locket beneath the water highway, she only catches but a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye by accident and pure coincidence. A lean down desperately trying to keep her hair from connecting with it. She pushes her hand through the surface, feeling a slight current in its cold interior as she fumbles around for the obscured object. With some luck, she happens upon the cable, the dangly bit that goes around the neck. Using it as leverage Celeste fishes it free, and through chilled fingers manages it open. A worn picture of a blonde woman in white and a dark-haired male whose face has since faded out. "Mine now." The girl quips shoving it into her pocket.

ID# 182764 results: Loot: 20, Success!
+1 T2 Material Obtained

OOC EN Regen: [2/3], +10 HP

The girl was looking to see if she could spot the culprit, the owner of this scarring on the wood. No dice, it seemed that whatever had made them was nowhere near here anymore. Perhaps the settled city had since driven it off, can't imagine a wild bear being good to have in your backyard. Ushering further beyond, using the walkway for guidance like the wall of a maze. Into the bog, it seemed there was a lingering mist, that became thicker the deeper she went. So thick that you could probably take a knife to it and cut it, it was like a blindfold to all senses but hearing. A whiff from the girl confirms the smell, like a handful of pennies in acid or water that had sat far too long in the sun. Maybe a mixture of both. The whole place looked to be designed to be the worst place to be in.

ID# 182763 results: Loot: 12, Failure!

OOC EN Regen: [1/3], +10 HP

A soft exhale again as she dismisses the manifested axe, storing it away in some dimensional pocket until she would need it again. Like in 5 minutes after her cardinal mandated smoke break was over. Checking out the place as she follows one of the water highways that lead out the city, she starts to follow it to see where it would lead. Through a bunch of white bark birch trees, a few odd looking claws mark present on some of them. It appeared as though the bark had been sheered off by some massive creature, there were distinguishable four lines visible on some. Maybe this floor had some native bears or something like that, a slight move of her jaw as she inspected further with a slide of her fingers against it. It was dry so it must not have been recent. Whatever it was migrated obviously, as she took a glance around.

ID# 182762 results: Loot: 6, Failure!

Concentration Refreshed!

A solid thunk of the axe drawing a maroon crescent as it falls. The snake becomes immediately limp beneath her, all of its resistance falls. The head held aloft on a serpentine neck flops into a puddle to a spray. Celeste had taken it down, releasing her weapon and wiping a bit of dribble at the left corner of her mouth. Blood paid. Celeste takes a step off of it before it disappears, slowly reclaimed by the system that produced it. She'd fought tooth and nail again and this was hardly over yet. Not by a long shot. The girl would continue to lay waste to everything she could get away with, that was her proof of power. The girl was above the common rabble, and she'd take what was rightfully hers by force. But she expected that annoying buzzer to start to ring, too much fighting for her paltry level yet. 

Smash [x2], -2 EN

ID# 182760 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical vs. Snek Dude dealing 10x2=20 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 182761 results: Craft: 11, Loot: 17

Players:
Celeste | HP:148/260 | EN:13/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:16/162 | DMG:39

Total Loot:
972*Col
4*T2 Materials
T2 Rare Trinket #182761a

Concentration CD [2/3]

Rushing forward and dumping her right foot into the chest of the creature, it uses the tiny head on a long neck to bite at her left shoulder with a snap. Celeste continues through the motion, pushing the thing to the floor and standing atop it as she decks the head from beneath. Lifting the bar of her axe up and using it as a breaker she rams it up and twists her frame, her own wireframe trickling that red color. With a lift of the axe she drops it into the left ribcage and begins to dig away. A violent dilation in an orange iris, so small and so focused on the kill. Her safety came second, she wanted more as payment for what was taken. Twisting the implanted axe she rips it out with a snap of flesh. Placing a foot against the wound to push it down further, the next swing would be higher on its frame.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182759 results: Battle: 6+3=9, Hit vs. Snek Dude dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 8-1=7, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 39-18=21 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:148/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:16/162 | DMG:39

Concentration CD [1/3]

With carnage at her back, she makes another swipe forcing the thing to peel up a wooden shield adorning the other arm. It blocks the blow but the shield explodes into splinters, it had done its job but would hardly be performing it again. The snake creature dumps thing, it was only a handle now as it hisses in her direction. It was starting to feel the pressure, and that cold and intense stare was starting to rattle its nerves. see what I did there? Dropping the head of her billhook into a puddle with a splash, she lets out a soft exhale to reassert her dominance. The light forces the water to boil and bubble, the power causing the water to stir. The girl was becoming lost in that fury and she was savoring every little moment of it. The snake was not in the slightest, and neither was the shield.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182758 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Snek Dude
Snek Dude Sustains 12 via BLD, BLD Fades
MOB: 4-1=3, Missed vs. Celeste!

Players:
Celeste | HP:169/260 | EN:19/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:70/162 | DMG:39

As soon as the gate would allow her to step off she does, looking around a murky-looking bog. The city was almost under a layer of water, various gondolas passing through troughs of water that divided it. Heading out the gate as quickly as she could, she looked for the first thing she could hit. A red named creature, with the body of a man but the head of a cobra. "You!" Celeste barked out at it causing it to turn to face her. Without warning, she blasts it in the neck with that huge letter opener of hers. It rebuttals sticking her with a long spear, but she was already in a frenzy. The damage had been dealt but she was paying so little attention to the slowly draining bar she simply rips clean the cleaver, drawing a trail as she does. It hums with more power, she grits her teeth and her eyes dance with a slight gloss.

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN, Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 182757 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical vs. Snek Dude dealing 11x6=66 DMG and applying [BLD:12/2]
Snek Dude sustains 12 via BLD
MOB: 9, Minor Critical vs. Celeste dealing 40-18=22 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:169/260 | EN:20/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Snek Dude | HP:82/162 | DMG:39 [BLD:12/1]

OOC EN Regen Triggered: Full EN Restore, +10 HP

Celeste was sure as shit wasn't going to give up now after all she'd been through. The gate was moving to meet her, but she stumbles on something as she walks. "what?" The redhead instantly perks up with her axe held in defense, ready to squish some little bastard if she had to. Jutting from the tan grains was a single rod of silver. Leaning down and wrapping her fingers around it, it was hot to the touch. As expected of something left abandoned in a giant oven. Peeling it free revealed a spyglass with no lens, abandoned here out in the wastes by who knew what. Probably some player had since forgotten it out here and it decayed with time, but maybe it could be of some use for the metal. A flash deposits it away. Through the gate, the girl ushers, turning the quest into the board and hoping to the pad with a bit more fervor. "Back to it, I still got daylight to burn. Floor 12 Lazaro"

ID# 182756 results: Loot: 19, Success!
+1 T1 Material Obtained!

Celeste Moves to Floor 12

OOC EN Regen: [2/3], +10 HP

Even still she managed to take it down, alone. That was cause for pride, and it was odd that something so much stronger than what she had faced appeared on such a lower floor. She began to question just how much difficulty was not tied to what floor you were on. The basic crap seemed to grow little by little, but something like the sand shark seemed drastically stronger than what she faced on floor 16. Dragging her feet as her energy began to trickle back in, drawing grooves in the sand beneath them. A soft sigh as she raised her head and eyed the settlement from a distance it was still a ways off. It was obscured and distorted by the waves of heat that rolled across the rolling dunes, making the vision muggy. She perseveres and every few steps is a bit stronger than the last one gaining an actual movement than a drag.

ID# 182755 results: Loot: 3, Failure!

OOC EN Regen: [1/3], +10 HP

A few minutes later she eventually begins to move, dragging her grim weapon from the puddle that was Zuggtmoy as it poured off of the steel in a sticky red liquid. She tosses the head behind her own, resting it there as it ran along her right shoulder. A soft exhale as she looks at the creature and mutters. "Come on." limply to it. It swells and begins to bubble as it ushered toward her legs and starts to disappear into her clothes. A few steps toward the town of Fortaleza albeit slowly, the girl was still pretty tapped. She'd nailed down the quest but hell if it wasn't a bit of a whole ordeal to overtake it. That shark was a bit of a doosh, wasn't like the others where it was immediately clear where the hostile was. Nope, this one surprised attacked her and did some considerable damage.

ID# 182754 results: Loot: 4, Failure!

Concentration Refreshed!

A dump of the weapon down with a carnivorous tear that connects slightly off-center in its jaw. The amberish maroon liquid of her familiar worming it's way out like nightcrawlers in the rain. It begins to bend and peel away at the wound as Celeste takes another swing. Like splitting wood she heaves over and over, each removal casting a blood like trail of red energy. The attacks were relentless, filled with fury and each seemed more gruesome than the last. High pitched whirs augment them and beat like a drum with each trigger. Eventually, the creature falls silent. But even still Celeste continues to pound away in a rage, after it disperses she continues to slam her axe at the ground where it fell until her energy was spent. Blood repaid in full. A heavy pant as she collapses from the fully emptied out stamina pool, as the puddle of red of her familiar left behind starts to ooze around her.

Smash [x2], -2 EN

ID# 182747 results: Battle: 6+3=9, Hit vs. Sand Shark dealing 9x2=18 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:161/260 | EN:13/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sand Shark | HP:15/125 | DMG:50

Concentration CD [2/3]

Ripping clean that axe as the jagged teeth dig into her back, Although she had freed her movement, those serrated edges were still puncturing her spine and every move she made cut the gashes just that much wider. She didn't give a flying fuck. A spray of red as she reinforces the earlier wound with a pound of the wedged steel where she assumed was the same spot. "Zuggtmoy, choke this bastard!" Celeste barks out forcing the familiar to manifest in a spray. It begins to pour down the monster's gullet and expand. The monster heaves and begins to gag, its air being cut off by the gelatinous shape. It was beginning to inflate like a balloon from the inside. Its jaw loosens and the girl finally free unhooks herself from the daggers in her back, slinking and leaping off of its tongue. A vibrant and violent shake of the billhook in her grasp, she was about to exact pain

Crimson Blood [x6], -6 EN

ID# 182746 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Sand Shark dealing 9x6=54 DMG
MOB: 10, Major Critical vs. Celeste dealing 52-18=34 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:161/260 | EN:14/26 | DMG:9 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Sand Shark | HP:15/125 | DMG:50