{F3-SP} Can't <<Escape>>

[Pinball 1]

Windy. Pinball used to like days like these. He stood for all he knew, alone in the open plains. He let the wind roll over him in a violent blast of air, then felt it calm, only to pick up again. This pattern repeated in an endless, deafening loop of howling wind. The clouds were grey and moody, which was a bit of a rare sight for this floor; but Pinball wasn't going to complain. It meant people would be too busy getting comfy in their rooms to bother coming outside. It meant they wouldn't have to see him. 
He was here to investigate reports of a troupe of dangerous bandits roaming the plains - he knew it had to be some kind of quest, since the people who had approached him about it had been NPCs. Normal people avoid me, and that's probably a good thing at this point. Or was it the other way around? He didn't know, and right now he wasn't going to let himself get distracted by it, lest he fall into another one of his stupid episodes he was starting to hate having. He looked left, and then right, but nothing caught his attention. 
He didn't exactly know where to look, actually - he had been out here for a while, walking up and down the area they had supposedly been spotted in last, and found nothing but empty space. 
Pinball sighed. It was time to call it in for now. He'd come back and check in the morning - and he turned, saw something coming at him really fast, and then just like that,  his vision went black. 

Player Stats: 

Spoiler

Level: 45
Health: 900 | Energy: 90
DMG: 8 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3
 
Skills:
 
Combat skills:
►<<Charge>> [50/50]: Rank 5 - Grandmaster
 
Weapon skills:
►<<2H Assault Spear>> [50/50]: Rank 5 - Grandmaster
►<<1H Straight Sword>> [13/50]: Rank 2 - Journeyman 
 
 Armor skills:
►N/A
 
Extra skills:
►<<Familiar Mastery: Fighter>> [18/18]: Rank 3 - Grandmaster
►<<Martial Arts>> [0/50]: N/A
►<<Survival>> ~ Inactive 
 
Utility Skills:
►<<Fishing>>
 
Modifiers:
►[Active] <<2H Assault Spear: Ferocity>>: +1 Base DMG
►[Active] <<Bullrush>>
►[Active] <<2H Assault Spear: Finesse>> ~ Rank 3 
 
Inventory
»[Equipped] [Vanity] Rusty Sword 
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Leather Armor of the Amatuer Duelist: +3 EVA
»[Equipped] [Perfect] Warrior’s Focus: +3 ACC
 
Battle Ready: 
» [5x] Teleportation Crystal 
» [3x] Greater Curative Potion: +120 HP 
» [3x] Crystallized Healing: +60 HP (Party) 
» [Demonic T2 2H Assault Spear] Cold Fervor: +2 Freeze, Phase, Cursed

Using: Yui's Grace - +1 SP 
(only one ive got as of november 2018)

Edited November 25, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

Quick and sudden. It had hit him out of nowhere, and just like that, it was done.
"I wanna die," were the involuntary first words out of his mouth as he woke, his tongue feeling thick, heavy, and really just sluggish in more ways than one. He brought a hand to his face - no, his hands to his face, they were tied - and let his head rest in his palms. The binds around his wrists were some kind of rope, but Pinball pulled and found that they'd break with enough force.
Snap! In one quick motion, they broke and shattered, a burst of transluscent pixels cascading to the floor. 
He was lying down on a bench suspended to the wall by chains, in some kind of damp stone cell. There were chains and manacles and hooks everywhere. On the walls, hanging from the ceilings, bound to the floor... "Uncle would've had a field day," he mumbled to himself, still not quite aware of what the hell was going on. That changed when the word <<Escape>> appeared in front of him, fading away as he stood. 

[Pinball 1]

Pinball stumbled over to the gate that was parallel his bench. Looking around, it was the only way out that he could see. There were slits in the cell for light, and there was a slim grate in the center of the room for what Pinball figured was for... well. But he couldn't fit through any of those, even if he really tried. It'd be funny to get stuck like that, though. 
He tried to open it. Locked. Figures.
He wrapped his fingers around the bars, and tugged on the door with all his strength. There was a somewhat audible groan, and the gate gave way - if only just a little. Looking through the <<Wrought Iron Gate>>, he could see his armor and necklace and rusty weapon sticking out of a crate across the hall. Pinball rolled his shoulders, and would have pushed his sleeves up if he wasn't wearing a set of tattered rags, and threw himself against the gate. Bam! There was a small puff of dust as the gate lurched forward an inch, grinding against the stonework. 

Wrought Iron Gate: 1/4 

[Pinball 1]

He frowned. It had moved, but not much. He felt like if he had his weapon, he'd be able to produce enough force to blow it off its damn hinges, but... he shook his head, grinding his teeth together. He was all too aware of the Cursed weapon stowed in his inventory. He didn't want to touch that side of him. Ever again. He felt a wave of cold wash over him, and he could see a grey pair of eyes staring straight through his damned soul in the air in front of him - -  
Wham! Pinball angrily threw himself into the gate again, and this time the bars rattled, creaking under the sheer force of the slam. His mouth clamped tightly shut, Pinball stumbled backward, a slight stinging in his left shoulder. He rubbed his arm, rolled his shoulder again, and took another step forward, going back to the cell's gate. 

Wrought Iron Gate: 2/4

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

With just two slams he could feel the door start to give way. It was already giving, technically, but it wasn't, like... whatever.
Pinball didn't throw himself into it immediately this time. It hadn't broken yet. Maybe he wasn't supposed to break out of it? It said Escape, though... escape from what? 
He walked up to the bars, sticking his face as far as he could into them, trying to look down one of the other halls. His face didn't get very far, and he didn't see very much. He pulled himself back, resigning himself to his imprisonment. Sike!
BAM! Pinball whirled around, kicking the gate as hard as he could. The bars rattled again, and the gate was visibly leaning forward. He was going to knock the thing clean off its hinges! Pinball grinned. He was almost out of here. His grin faded as soon as it had come, replaced with a frown. Out of here, and where then?
He shook his head. Okay, edgelord. 

Wrought Iron Gate: 3/4

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

He made a knuckle-cracking motion like he had seen Stryder do so many times before. He hopped in place, and then rushed toward the gate - only to stop before he hit it. Wasn't enough momentum. He circled back, walking back all the way to his bench; which really wasn't that far. The cell was pretty small to begin with. But, once he was there, he spun around again. "Alright," he grumbled, "where's Mars when you need 'im." He felt his head throb. Not that he'd want to be near you now.
Pinball threw himself forward, tucking his head in and popping his shoulder out as he charged. WHACK! In the loudest accumulation of groaning and cracking and grinding he had heard so far, he felt the gate lurch forward from under him. It fell flat to the ground with a loud crash! 
Pinball was sent rolling, but he quickly recovered, looking straight ahead at his gear stuffed into the crate ahead of him. From the hallway to his side, though, he could hear voices, and what sounded like footsteps that were getting louder and louder... 

Wrought Iron Gate: 4/4 <<BROKEN>>

[Pinball 1]

Ahh, hell, Pinball cursed, rushing across the hall to his gear. His bare feet slapped against the stone floor, sending a bit of an echo down the corridor. He rummaged through the crate, finding his equipment and Zomekko. The cat floated up to his face to lick him, and Pinball grinned. "Ahh, buddy," he laughed softly, "God, that's a relief."
"Alright, alright, alright," he grumbled to himself, stowing the equipment in his inventory. "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up." He was in a race against the approaching footsteps, because Pinball was 99.9% sure that the voices he heard down the hall did not mean good news. He opened his inventory then with a flick of his wrists, scrolling through the various, miscellaneous items cluttering his storage. His spear caught his eye, and he physically cringed, not slowing down as he scrolled passed it and equipped his Rusty Sword. He hooked Zomekko to his belt, slid his sword through his belt hoop, adjusted the thin leather plates over his black shirt, and bitterly reminded himself of Cold Fervor's presence... 

Gearing Up: 1/1
Time Until Discovered: 1/2

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

The footsteps were closer now, but Pinball was ready to meet them now. He stepped into the hallway, a hand on his sword pommel. He stopped in the middle of the hall, staring straight at two men. They were dressed in well-worn leather armor, carrying one-handed spears and shields. They both had a bandana tied across their head, covering their eyebrows and consequently obscuring any real semblance of emotion that'd pass over their faces. "H-hey," one of them managed to stutter before Pinball launched himself forward. He unleashed Vertical Square, four slashes of energy pushing them back. One managed to evade his attack, but the other wasn't so lucky; the attack cut him open, and he just barely had time to scream before shattering. 
The other remaining bandit grunted angrily as he punched through Pinball's stomach with a spear. Pinball looked down, cursed, and twisted to face the Bandit Guard, the spear still in his stomach. The guard flinched. 

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Square] [-6 EN] / Charge! +5 DMG and Bull Rush! 
Bandit Guard 1: ID#109395  BD: 10 (Crit+2) MD: 3-2= 1 (Miss!) ~ 8+5+2= 15*4= 60-20= 40 DMG + STUN
Bandit Guard 2: ID#109396  BD: 2+1= 3 (Miss!) MD: 10 (Crit+2) ~ 30+2= 32 DMG 

Pinball: 868/900 HP | 84/90 EN | 8 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA 

Bandit Guard 1: 0/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT
Bandit Guard 2: 30/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

"God, I hate human mobs," Pinball complained, his eyebrows twisting. He started to tremble, haunted by memories of the mountain - but he suppressed it quickly, snuffing that worry out like a candle flame. They're not real, after all. 
The Bandit Guard removed his spear, and Pinball threw himself backwards - as far backwards as he could, the hallway wasn't particularly wide - to give himself some distance. He raised his sword, the crappy weapon coated in splashes of flaky orange. The Bandit Guard raised his shield, holding his spear out and in front of him in some kind of guarding stance. Pinball twitched. The Bandit Guard must have thought he was going to move, because he flinched - and Pinball was quick to take advantage of this moment of oppurtunity. He took a step forward, the force of his first strike throwing his shield down and towards the ground, and his second ripping a long red gash along his exposed stomach that stretched and thinned out until it reached his shoulder.  

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Arc] [-4 EN / +1 EN] 
Bandit Guard 2: ID#109397  BD: 5+1= 6 (Hit!) MD: 4-2= 2 (Miss!) ~ 8*4= 32-20= 12 DMG

Pinball: 868/900 HP | 81/90 EN | 8 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA 

Bandit Guard 2: 18/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

It was after Pinball's sword cut a line into the man's chest that he retaliated with a rage fueled attack. Pinball wasn't expecting it so soon - maybe he had been underestimating the speed - if not strength - of these mobs. He threw himself backwards, holding his sword with two hands for a second before correcting his stance. "Bah," Pinball spat, keeping some of the more colorful curses he had in mind to himself. The Bandit Guard, seeing how the odds had shifted for the moment, began to push forward, hiding behind his shield but pushing his spear foreward as he walked. Pinball had no choice but to back up after he slashed again, his blow getting swatted to the side by the guard's shield, cancelling the Sword Art. Pinball grunted, but resigned himself to falling back for the moment. It wouldn't be long before this fight was finished. And then I need to eat those buffs. 

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Arc] Miss! [-2 EN / +1 EN] 
Bandit Guard 2: ID#109398  BD: 3+1= 4 (Miss!) MD: 9 (Crit+1) ~ 30+1= 31 DMG

Pinball: 837/900 HP | 80/90 EN | 8 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA 

Bandit Guard 2: 18/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

The guard obviously thought he was in control of the situation. Goes to show how bright they are! Pinball stopped stepping back, and held his ground, waiting for the right moment.. the Bandit Guard, seeing him stop moving, threw his arm forward in a short but powerful spear thrust. Pinball sidestepped, bringing his sword down in a quick downward arc, widening the gash on his shoulder, and then ripped it back up, carving a new wound into his other, painting a wide, shiny red "V" into his torso. With that, though, he swayed, dropped his weapon, and shattered into transluscent shards, shortly followed by his equipment. Pinball sheathed his sword, wasting no time running down the corridor, paying no mind to the spear wounds. He leaned against a wall near an intersection, and opened his menu. They'd be after him now. 

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Arc] [-4 EN / +1 EN] 
Bandit Guard 2: ID#109399  BD: 10 (Crit+2) MD: 7-2= 5 (Miss!) ~ 8+2= 10*4= 40-20= 20 DMG 

Pinball: 837/900 HP | 77/90 EN | 8 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA 

Bandit Guard 2: 0/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

Pinball sunk into the wall, taking a seat on the cold stone. His sword, having no scabbard, clattered loudly against the stonework as he sat, but he didn't care - they were after him already, anyway. It wasn't a matter of where they found him, it was a matter of how quickly they found him. Rummaging through his inventory, he retrieved the normal set of buffs he consumed. Two cakes, a drink he loved, and a bitter potion he usually drank before the tasty stuff, so he could avoid spoiling his snacks. He wasted no time in downing that flask, and promptly tossed it aside, where it shattered against the floor. There was a sense of urgency as he scarfed down his treats - he couldn't really enjoy it, but the taste still stuck with him once he was actually finished eating. He ate some of the "Enhanced" products Neo had made him. He shoveled them into his mouth with a blank expression. Not impressed.
 Pinball, wiping his mouth, stood, and peeked around the corner - nobody. He didn't really know where he was going, so he might as well start this way, and if that didn't work out, he could try the opposite direction. 

Consumed: Rare T2 Dessert - Jailbreak Cake: +2 EVA [#106808-A]
Consumed: Perfect T2 Dessert - Enhanced Eye-Spy Cake: +2 ACC, +10 MIT [#106993]
Consumed: Perfect T2 Dessert - Enhanced Apple Cider: +2 DMG, -10 MIT (Protein II, Mit I) [#107024-B]
Consumed: Perfect T2 Potion - Greater Burning Edge: +3 DMG  [#106203] 

Base DMG: 8 -> 13
EVA: 3 -> 5
ACC: 3 -> 5 

Out of Combat Health Rgn: 837 -> 857 

Posts until Guards: 1/3

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

Pinball made his down the hallway, his left hand gripping his sword tightly. He didn't pay much attention to the cells or closed doors he passed, instead opting to run straight for the end of the hallway. That's usually where exits are, right? At the end of hallways? Pinball pushed his way past, until the hall reached a dead end. There was a large door affixed to the wall here, with big loopy door handles. It looked almost like the entrance to a boss room, but like... three times as small as one. Pinball let go of his sword and gripped one of the hoops with both hands, and pulled. But no matter how hard he seemed to pull, the door wouldn't budge. Pinballl exhaled loudly, letting the hoops go, and stood with his hands on his waist, thinking. "Well," he mumbled to himself, "maybe it's the other way..?" 
It was then that he heard the sound of heavy footsteps, closer than they should be. He whirled around, drawing his sword as two Bandit Guards rounded the corner. "Hey! Prisoner!" they called, charging at him from down the hallway. Pinball ran forward to meet them. 

Out of Combat Health Rgn: 857 -> 877 

Posts until Guards: 2/3

[Pinball 1]

He flew across the hallway, his boots tapping against the stone in rapid succession. He flew out of the way of the first spear thrust, and the momentum carried him right into the second Bandit Guard's. He was barely able to avoid getting a hole in his neck, instead trading it for ared gash along the length of it. Pinball choked, kept low, and threw himself into the center of the two, unleashing four slashes of energy in the air that flew forward, cutting them across their legs and chest respectively. They died instantly, leaving Pinball to stand in a cloud of blue bits and pieces. "Too easy," he murmured, sheathing his sword. He rubbed his wrist. "Too easy..." 
He didn't like it. He started to shake, but again, he snapped himself out of it. "The past is the past, dumbass," he growled to himself, before storming down the path.
"Nothing you can do to change that." But that's not how he felt. He felt so many different things, all at once. 

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Square] [-8 EN / +1 EN] / Charge! +5 DMG and Bull Rush!
Bandit Guard 1: ID#109400  BD: 6+3= 9 (Hit!) MD: 3-4= -1 (Miss!) ~ 13+5= 18*4= 72-20= 52 DMG + STUN 
Bandit Guard 2: ID#109401 BD: 10 (Crit+2) MD: 10 (Crit+2) ~ 13+5+2= 20*4= 80-20= 60 DMG + STUN / 30+2 = 32 DMG

Pinball: 845/900 HP | 70/90 EN | 13 DMG | 5 ACC | 5 EVA 

Bandit Guard 1: 0/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT
Bandit Guard 2: 0/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

He stormed down the corridor, not caring about how much noise he made as he tromped down the paved path. This time, though, he paid attention to the cells and doors he passed. The cells looked mostly identical to the one he had been locked in just ten or twenty minutes before. With some exceptions. There were no prisoners in these cells, first of all. Not a single one. All of them were vacant, and the doors to each were all locked - Pinball tried opening them every now and then, just to make sure. The gates that enclosed the blocks were much more sturdy than the one he had been stuck in, so he guessed he should be grateful for that, but...
The doors were another story. Most, if not all of them, were also locked, and it was like they were glued to their frames. Each door had a lock on them, and Pinball found himself wishing he had picked up the Picking skill. Would have been pretty cool, to be honest, he mused. Needless to say, he didn't find a way out. 

Rolling to Escape: ID#109402  LD: 10 (Fail) 

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

He slowed down. Having nothing to search for while he walked, he simply took his time to memorize the pathways he had already been down. He didn't want to get lost here, because he knew he easily could, so he was hoping that the building wasn't too much of a maze. He just had to find the exit, and he'd be free. That was the name of the quest, and that was his only objective: Escape. Sinister sounding, to be sure, but there wasn't much that scared him about the place. Some abandoned prison taken over by the bandits, probably. He'd seen worse. You've done worse. He stared at the floor, gritting his teeth. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he twisted his face and held them back. Why couldn't he just forget that? Why couldn't things go back the way they were? Why did I do that? Why do I always? If he could just have one more chance... if he could just go back in time, and make things right again... 

Posts until Discovered: 2/3 
Posts until Search: 1/3

[Pinball 1]

"Halt, prisoner!" Pinball groaned, drawing his sword. "God damn it." The rusty blade slide out of the leather hoop easily, and Pinball turned to face the two approaching Bandit Guards. "Stay where you are!" Pinball shook his head, motioning towards himself with his free hand. The Bandit Guards frowned, and then charged. "Get him!" one cried to the other. Instead of moving, Pinball wiped away what little bit of tears had slipped free despite his efforts. Because of that, he took a spear stab to the chest, the other Bandit Guard staying behind. Pinball staggered backwards, unleashing a Sword Art he thought might be able to hit both at once - but the second proved to be out of range. Pinball glared at the survivor while his partner shattered in a burst of crystalline shards. "You know," he said, motioning to the guard with his sword, "I'm getting sick of you stupid bastards. Keep trying. Keep coming."  

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Square] [-6 EN / +1 EN] / Charge! +5 DMG and Bull Rush! 
Bandit Guard 1: ID#109403 BD: 2+3= 5 (Miss!) MD: 2-4= -2 (Miss!) 
Bandit Guard 2: ID#109404 BD: 4+3= 7 (Hit!) MD: 9 (Crit+1) ~ 13+5= 18*4= 72-20= 52 DMG + STUN / 31 DMG

Pinball: 854/900 HP | 65/90 EN | 13 DMG | 5 ACC | 5 EVA 

Bandit Guard 1: 30/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT
Bandit Guard 2: 0/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

The Bandit Guard in the back looked at him quizically, like he couldn't quite understand what Pinball was trying to say something. He remembered then that most AI aren't able to answer much more than yes or no questions, if even that. Pinball sighed as the Bandit Guard rushed him without responding, and Pinball jumped backwards in preperation. "Fine, here's a question," he grumbled. Pinball lashed out with his swords, leaving a trail of energy through the air as he attacked. "Will you survive?" Pinball laughed, his eyes gleaming. The Bandit Guard threw his arm foreward in a spear thrust. God, this guy was sloppy! Pinball easily evaded, twisting his torso to just barely get out of reach of the attack - intentionally. To mess with the AI. Like a cat playing with a mouse. Pinball threw himself around, kicking the guy in the back to make him stumble forward. "Come on, you-" Pinball caught himself.
He grabbed a handful of his hair and screamed silently. "Stop that, stop that, stop that," he grumbled, over and over, "this isn't fun." 

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Arc] Miss! [-2 EN / +1 EN] 
Bandit Guard 1: ID#109405  BD: 1 (Crit. Miss!) MD: 8-4= 4 (Miss!) 

Pinball: 854/900 HP | 64/90 EN | 13 DMG | 5 ACC | 5 EVA 

Bandit Guard 1: 30/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

The Bandit Guard paused for a moment, confused. He clearly wasn't used to dealing with somebody with such a volatile temperament. Pinball whirled around with a sword. "Why the hell are you still here?!" Pinball's sword carved a giant red 'V" into the Bandit Guard's torso. Like the rest, it froze, swayed, dropped its weapons (which shattered moments later), and the disintegrated himself, dead. Defeated. Like everything else Pinball fought. Everything. Everything he touched, anybody he talked to. Hurt, damaged, killed. Unchangeable, unforgivable, irredeemable. Pinball leaned against the wall, his head throbbing. The lamentations of the damned. 
He shook himself out of it. It wasn't so easily shakeable. "Not now," he croaked, "later. Later..." Pinball pushed himself off of the wall, back into the hallway. The last bits of pixel were fading away, and Pinball sheathed his rusty sword - not that he should. There would be more, unless he could find a way out. 

Action Taken: Sword Art - [Vertical Arc] [-4 EN / +1 EN] 
Bandit Guard 1: ID#109406  BD: 5+3= 8 (Hit!) MD: 8-4= 4 (Miss!) ~ 13*4= 52-20= 32 DMG 

Pinball: 854/900 HP | 61/90 EN | 13 DMG | 5 ACC | 5 EVA 

Bandit Guard 1: 0/30 HP | 30 DMG | 1 ACC | 2 EVA | 20 MIT

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball

[Pinball 1]

Pinball walked down the corridor, stumbling a bit as he walked. He cursed. Don't be such a drama queen. He righted himself, standing up straight and making sure his sheathed sword wasn't in the way of his legs or Zomekko's jar or the potion vials on his belt. He didn't know where he was going anymore. He came up at the same T-intersection he had originally discovered - he had searched both left and right, but neither had yielded any results. Pinball backtracked, heading back to his cell. He would go left this time leaving his cell, instead of heading right. God, this really is a stupid [censored] maze, isn't it. He shook his head, his boots clicking against the smooth stone. He opened his inventory as he walked, having found nothing, and discovering all the doors and cells to be similarly locked as the ones in the hallway prior. Maybe my cloak will help, he realized, clicking on the buttons that would take him to it. 

Rolling to Escape: ID#109407  LD: 6 

Edited November 24, 2018 by Pinball