[F2-SP] A Time To Hunt - Bagging up those Wintery Flakes, Beginning Again pt. 8 - COMPLETE!

[Brax 0]

ID 46306

Spoiler

BD 5 +3 ACC LD 5 MoBD 2 -1 EVA

Brax 52/52 EN 2/13

Wolf 1 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Wolf 2 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Wolf 3 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Wolf 4 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

     Brax yawned to himself as he strode out from Urbus once again.  After his journey into the castle ruins that had dominated the last few days, a simple hunting trip in the fields and forests of floor two was exactly what was needed.  Instead of a long, arduous and relatively unsuccessful endeavor, he would be prowling close to home, the safety of the main settlement a backdrop to his hunt for profit and product.  Striking out, he made his way to a nearby forest, travelling down the mountain path that surrounded the city to reach his destination.  Upon arrival, he encountered not one but 4 rather mean looking wolves itching for a taste of manflesh.  His heavily armored body weathered their sharp claws, leaving behind no damage from their assault.  His own, though, hit the mark hard and fast, a tackle led by his shoulder initiating his Trample Act and decimating the pack with his powerful axe.  A successful start to a new day.

+4 materials

+4 snowflakes

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     While waiting for his reserves to regenerate, Brax contemplated many things, from the trip he had gone on to the overall weakness of the mobs here on floor two.  He did not want to truly admit it, but he knew logically that he had mostly outgrown the wolves and trolls and bears and deer that populated the entirety of the area.  To keep his training up, he would have to go higher, find harder hitting foes, in order to build himself up to a respectable level of power.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     The daytime sky overhead was the only witness to his internal musings, punctuated by the passing of clouds as they rolled by in wispy ignorance.  His thoughts turned to protection, which he knew would be necessary if he was to travel to higher numbered floors.  Which, he considered, was why he commissioned the Veteran's Breastplate from the Midnight Armory, the chest piece that would provide him much better defenses than his currently useless regular one.  Not that his armor was not beneficial, no, rather that it provided little bonus beyond the obvious one of standing between him and his foes.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     The plate he had coming, though, was to be perfectly forged for strength and defense.  Thicker than what he wore right now, the armor would weather the test of battle, or so he believed, and provide Brax with every amount of protection he needed to survive what lay ahead.  Specifically, he was given to understand that several quests that could be taken on higher floors required a certain amount of MIT to tackle and achieve victory against the enemies involved; therefore, his new armor would guard him zealously against the damage his body might sustain and allow Brax the chance to complete the tasks.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

[Brax 0]

ID 46307

Spoiler

BD 6 +3 ACC LD 16 MoBD 9 -1 EVA N/A

Brax 36/52 [6 + 1crit - 3 MIT] x 4 = 16 DMG EN 2/13

Wolf 1 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Wolf 2 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Wolf 3 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Wolf 4 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

     His energy regained, Brax turned his thoughts aside for the moment and began another search for a mob to hunt down.  Skirting the edge of the forest, he found another group of wolves awaiting prey themselves to hunt and kill.  He tried to sneak up behind them in an attempt to ambush the mob, but as he drew close to their position, his heavy boot accidentally stepped on a fallen twig, crunching the wood beneath the sole of his foot.  The sound traveled far enough to alert the pack to his presence, and with a raging howl they pounced upon him with a flash of teeth and claws.  The attack bore him nearly to the ground, his only way to escape a flash of his Epitaph and a push-off of his weapon.  From his prone posture he struck out blindly, his shoulderguards managing to connect with one of the pack and guiding his frame into the Trample Act, which eliminated the surrounding wolves with impunity.  Breathing hard from the exertion, he gathered the fallen loot and took a rest under a tree nearby.

+4 materials

+4 snowflakes

+640 col

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Taking another break, Brax again moved his thoughts to the future and the necessary steps he would need to take in order to get there.  In addition to his new armor, he would have to go in search of a decent artisan to craft for him a new charm to improve his accuracy.  He had a trinket in mind, a symbol that he could not remove from his thoughts: The Pactagon, that mark of the Knights he had remembered so long ago.  It would be his lucky charm, his symbol of the future he knew would one day arrive, a future that would include his restored memory and all it entailed.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Brax thought about other things, too, in his moment of introspection.  He considered the fact that much of his time had been spent alone, in the wilds, boosting himself up with none beside him to help.  He had many times thought about searching the towns and message boards for assistance, asking other players for their help in several of the upper level quests he would soon try to undertake alone, but each time he would try Brax found himself simply going out to the fields alone, his steps leading him out of town instead of through it.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     The few people he had interacted with were of a mercantile nature, specifically the process of buying the needed gear to go forward in battle.  Most if not all of his potions and materials came from his many hunting trips and the luck of the RNG in combat, with only the weapon in his hand and the accessories on his wrist and neck purchased for action.  In point of fact, he had not gone out into the fields with anyone but a few, and they were seemingly off on their own and not in contact with the armored man.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

[Brax 0]

ID 46308

Spoiler

BD 5 +3 ACC LD 19 MoBD 2 -1 EVA

Brax 39/52 EN 2/13

Bee Drone 1 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Bee Drone 2 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Bee Drone 3 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Bee Drone 4 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

     Not that he needed them for this particular trip, mind you; Brax was having an easy time making it all on his own.  Needing a change of pace, he headed further into the forest itself in search of mobs, finding a swarm of bees making their way back to a hive nearby.  Brax could hear their droning from quite a distance, which allowed him to take the swarm rather by surprise.  His axe at the ready, he tore into the swarm with a vengeance as he charged their position with his shoulder leading the way, allowing him to freely activate his Sword Art Trample Act and slice the unsuspecting creatures with impunity and power.  The group dissolved into a shower of pixels as he watched, leaving behind several potions that he picked up quickly.

+4 materials

+4 snowflakes

+4 Potions of Protection I (tier 1) (+9 MIT for a thread)

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Brax examined the potions the bees had dropped, finding them to be flasks of protection.  '+9 mitigation upon consuming, hmm?' he thought questioningly.  'That could be rather useful, if and when I decide to move up to higher floors before my armor is completed.  How...fascinatingly useful a drop.'  He put the rewarding loot into his inventory, keeping a sharp eye out for another group of monsters to wet his whistle for hunting, so to speak.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Even if he could not challenge the mob as of yet due to his lack of energy, Brax could still keep an eye out for something relatively challenging to satisfy his hunting needs.  He would need to keep his wits about him; better to train his powers of observation down here where the monsters were of lesser quality, than to find himself taken unawares on a higher, more dangerous floor, where the mobs would make quick work of him for any mistakes he might make.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Deeper and deeper Brax moved into the forested region, searching for prey that tried to elude his watchful gaze.  He would spot a track of paw prints, too small to truly reward his efforts, or hear a far off screech echo in the canopy above from a distance wild animal, but as of yet no beast or creature had caught his attention, not one worth hunting down anyways.  It was slow goings, but soon he would find a measure of success.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

[Brax 0]

ID 46309

Spoiler

BD 6 +3 ACC LD 19 MoBD 5 -1 EVA

Brax 42/52 EN 2/13

Nepent 1 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Nepent 2 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Nepent 3 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Nepent 4 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

     Brax crossed into a darken portion of the forest, where light seemingly vanished as the tree cover thickened immensely.  He wondered what could have been the cause when he heard a rustling behind him, giving the man just enough time to avoid a fast moving vine headed straight for his head.  As Brax rolled out of the way, he turned to face the supposed attacker and saw a mob of Nepents emerge from the shadows, angry green tendrils waving in the air in his general direction.  Apparently, they called this swath of territory their home, and he had disturbed it on entering the premises.  Brax snorted his nose in seeming defiance of their pathetic attempt at an ambush, rushing their position with his shoulderguard leading the way.  Upon connecting with the lead plant, his axe began swinging automatically with the power of his Trample Act, cutting the overgrown greenery into so much mulch.  The RNG truly was blessing his efforts today, for amongst the loot dropped by their disappearing bodies was several times more loot than was normally dropped, which he collected quickly before exiting the area.

+8 materials

+4 snowflakes

+640 col

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Leaving the shadowy section of forest behind, Brax found a more practical section of trees to rest himself against while waiting for his energy to recuperate.  He did not overly appreciate the fact that he lacked the reserves to engage in more spirited fighting against more than 4 opponents at a time, but for all the issues involved he was still undisturbed by the situation.  It was what it was, and nothing would change it until he gained a sufficiently high level, and the larger pool of energy to draw from that came with it.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Meanwhile, he would rest and reflect, taking in the scenery whilst commiserating with his wandering thoughts.  His mind again went to a need to make more than a few allies, the need for companionship that extended beyond the needs that arose from combat and fieldwork.  He might need to join a guild, though for the moment he pushed the thought aside: until he was a little stronger, he would have nothing to offer of any practical use to the current set of organizations out there.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     The Azure Brigade was the logical choice, one of the most active guilds in recent history, though there were rumors that the group was in the midst of a bit of a transition period.  He was not one for idle gossip, so Brax did not know much of the situation.  He had heard of the Velvet Room, as well, but they, too, were in transition, something involving a changing of the guard that may have been related to the Brigade.  He was unsure of the details because, again, he did not chat with many other players, if at all, so much of the information he possessed came from message boards and guild announcements in the open forums.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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ID 46310

Spoiler

BD 3 +3 ACC LD 1 MoBD 5 -1 EVA

Brax 45/52 EN 2/13

Baby Bear 1 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Baby Bear 2 -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Mama Bear -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

Papa Bear -2/32 DEAD [7 x 6 Trample Act - 8 MIT] = 34 DMG

     Brax was interrupted from his wanderings and wonderings by another mob needing attention, a family of bears that he had stumbled upon.  His sudden appearance had startled the group, and their wild flailing missed the man by a wide margin.  Collecting himself out of his reverie, Brax dove into the mob headfirst, or rather shoulder first, and brought his Trample Act to 'bear' against the shocked pack of furry beasts.  His axe swung out in a large arc twice in succession, cleaving the group into pieces with every blow.  The bisected animals vanished after the assault, leaving Brax alone with their shower of pixels.

+4 materials

+4 snowflakes

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     It would soon be time for a food break, Brax decided swiftly following the fight.  He would need to find a suitable place to sit and eat, though, and that would be the issue.  Several times on this trip, he had thought himself safe from the rigors of battle, and had been ambushed just about every time.  His current gear was sufficient to protect him from a great majority of harm, but it would be ill advised to wait in such a place as these for a meal.  With that consideration in mind, he began to trek his way out of the forest in search of a place much better suited for his needs.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Walking to the end of the forest, he continued his wonderings on a guild for himself.  The current message boards were alight with the resurgence of the Knights of the Blood Oath.  The word was they had merged with another guild and grew their ranks substantially.  If so, perhaps he would make his way to their commander or recruiting office, see what they had to offer.  Again, though, he would want to increase his capabilities before asking them to consider his services, should he decide to pursue the option.  The quests he would soon take would prove whether or not he had what it took to survive more challenging situations than what floor two had to offer.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax

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     Brax cleared the forest with ease, setting his gaze on the open fields in search of a place to rest and recuperate for the next leg of his hunting expedition.  Nearby was a slope filled with tall, jagged rocks set in such a way as to provide decent cover for any that wished to partake should they so choose, though his logical thinking processes told Brax that someone or something else might have had the same idea.  He treaded forward cautiously, his axe at attention, just in case some foe or foes made an appearance unannounced.

Edited January 22, 2016 by Brax