Jump to content

F04/SP <<The Essence of Steel>>


Recommended Posts

Spoiler

Oscar - Lvl 32
640 HP
64 Energy
3 Accuracy
3 Evasion
11 Base Damage - (1 Base +7 Skill +1 Ferocity +2 Weapon)
44 Mitigation 

Items
Big Chungus ............ // +2 DMG
Librarium Overcoat ................. // +3 EVA
Plated Azure Tights ............... // +36 MIT, +3 Recovery

Leeroy & Jenkins - Familiar ............. // +3 Accuracy

Battle Ready Inventory
Teleportation Crystal .............. // 
Empty Inventory Slot   ............ // 
Empty Inventory Slot ............ // 
Empty Inventory Slot ............. // 
Empty inventory slot ............ //
Empty inventory slot ............ //

Buffs
Rested ........................... // -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat.
Filling .......................... // Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Relaxed .......................... // Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.

Skills
2HBA                      | Rank 5: +8 Damage
Light Armor                | Rank 2: +8 Damage Mitigation
Concentration                   | +1 to your BD (3 turn cooldown)
Survival                   | Heal 15*Tier HP when out of battle
Familiar Mastery: Accurate | Rank 3: +3 Accuracy


Skill Mods
Ferocity                   | Increases Base Damage by 1
 

Oscar loved the cold. In fact, one could say he was in his element when out in it. His city of Boston got bitter cold during the winter and didn't really warm up too much during the rest of the year. But even in the dead of winter, there were often times where you would catch Oscar out in nothing more than a sweatsuit, jogging up and down his street. Was it particularly healthy? Probably not. But his affinity with the cold was profound indeed. That being said, there was such a thing as TOO cold for Oscar. That would be what he was feeling right now. In the dead of night, he climbed the mountain towards the location of the boss that would drop the item he wanted. The frigid gale blowing off the mountain cut him to the core. If not for the fact he was in a video game, he would be afraid of dying of hypothermia. No, the frigid night air was nothing more than an annoyance at this point. But it was one painful annoyance.

Link to post
Share on other sites

His teeth were chattering. His bones were aching. Every step was a struggle. Yet, Oscar pushed onward. He hoped that once he arrived at his destination that the heat of combat would warm his frozen form. But that seemed so far away. Trudging through the snow, Oscar pulled his coat closer. Hopefully the trek down the mountain would be easier since he'd already carved a path through the snow. A rush of wind caused Oscar to stop short, closing his eyes tight and bracing himself against the gale. When it finally subsided, he looked behind him. The wind had brought with it fresh powder that was dumped on the trail he had just made. The deep gash carved into the snow had been completely filled. He groaned in annoyance. He was clearly going to fight tooth and claw for this damned item. Undaunted by that thought, Oscar pressed onward. He would have his Essence of Steel by night's end. He was too stubborn to believe otherwise.

Link to post
Share on other sites

He wind and the snow continued to buffet Oscar as he pressed onward. He climbed ever higher, slowly but surely. He kept himself going by reminding himself that he had already climbed Mt Olympia. Anything short of that was child's play. It was little comfort considering Mt Olympia hadn't been nearly as cold. The air was growing thinner and his vision was growing foggy. He couldn't give up yet! Not when he was so close. He gritted his chattering teeth and dug deep for the energy. He took one step. And then another. He began counting the steps he took. Just one more. When he made that step, he pushed himself to take another. And another. He did his best to silence the voice in the back of his mind that was screaming that this was foolish. That he couldn't make it. Oscar felt different. Oscar knew different. He wouldn't let anyone, himself or otherwise, tell him that he couldn't do something. He decided his own fate. He made his own destiny. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Finally, the sheer slope gave way to level ground. The burning in his legs and back had begun to abate. On even ground, Oscar didn't have to push nearly as hard to move forward. The snow on the ground was growing less thick. Around him, the massive bones of creatures long past were scattered. Half-buried in the snow, they jutted up like sentinels against the starry night sky. Oscar knew he was close. This knowledge reinvigorated him. Encouraged him to push forward with gusto. His torment would soon be at an end. After all, he had a fight to look forward to. His thoughts drew him back to his confrontation with Avalanche. He had hoped that the combat back then would warm him as well. Hopefully this creature would last more than one round with Oscar and his new battleaxe. If not, Oscar was seriously considering using a Teleportation Crystal to go home. He needed some reprieve before braving the mountain and its dangers again.

Link to post
Share on other sites

He neared the massive skull that Bahr had mentioned. As he walked, Oscar picked up one of the bones scattered about the graveyard. Just hit the skull with one of the bones and get ready, he thought, recalling Bahr's instructions on how to complete the quest. Oscar steeled himself for combat. He took a moment to collect his focus. Going into battle without a clear head was a sure-fire way to get yourself killed. And he was very attached to living. Three deep breaths, each stinging his throat as the razor-sharp air flowed into his lungs. Finally, he was ready. He raised one hand back and struck the skull with all his might. There was a loud, hollow sound as the bone collided with one of the fangs. The reverberations seemed to echo throughout the entire mountain, yet miraculously didn't cause an avalanche. Oscar waited as nothing happened immediately. And then the rumbling began.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Oscar dropped down low to the ground, bracing himself as the ground beneath his feet heaved and shuddered. Around the skull, the ground cracked and fractured, unleashing noxious fumes that almost turned Oscar's stomach. Soon enough, the rumbling faded as quickly as it had came. Oscar slowly rose to his feet and looked around, wondering just what all of that had been about. And then he felt it. A sudden drop in temperature crashed over him like a wave. The chill was almost painful. He heard a low growl behind him a wheeled around. All he could see was a mass of swirling ice and snow. Yet, there was a darkened figure in the middle of it. He couldn't make it out in the moonlight through the whirling aura of ice, but it definitely didn't seem friendly. It circled around Oscar like a predator on the hunt. Knowing that this was the fight he had been looking forward to, Oscar readied his axe.

Link to post
Share on other sites
Spoiler

Oscar 640/640 HP | 48 EN | 11 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA | 44 MIT | ID: 125418

Explode Catapult[x14] vs Frost Beast. BD9. Deal 168 DMG

Frost Beast 82/250 HP | 160 DMG MD6-3. Miss.

Oscar rushed forward, diving headlong into the miniature storm surrounding the Frost Beast. Shards of ice stung his exposed skin as he pushed his way through the gale. He swung his axe with all his might, striking wildly before slamming his axe into the ground. It just so happened that the Frost Beast was in between the head of his axe and the snow-covered ground. It let out a pained roar and lashed out at Oscar with its claws. Oscar wrenched his axe free and used the haft to vault high into the air, soaring over the beast and its attack. He wheeled around, trying desperately to see through the beast's aura of cold. The wind and snow stung at his eyes, forcing them half shut. He couldn't make out a health bar through the chaos, but he was sure that the beast couldn't possibly withstand another attack like that. At least, he hoped it couldn't withstand another attack like that.

Link to post
Share on other sites
Spoiler

Oscar 640/640 HP | 32 EN | 11 DMG | 3 ACC | 3 EVA | 44 MIT | ID: 125419

Explode Catapult[x14] vs Frost Beast. BD5+3. Deal 154 DMG

Frost Beast 0/250 HP | 160 DMG

Oscar rushed forward, swinging his axe in all directions. He felt his axe catch on something as he brought it down for a powerful overhead chop. There was a yelp and then... silence. Oscar's eyes fluttered open. He was eager to see what exactly he had just slain. But when he gazed down at his axe, he merely saw the head of it buried in the snow. There was no sign of the creature anywhere. Only a loot icon in the air in front of him. He pressed Accept and the <<Essence of Steel>> was dropped into his inventory. He sighed heavily, happy to have the item at long last. He produced at Teleportation Crystal and almost directed it to warp him to Deepedge. But then he thought better of it and put it away. He'd come this far. He might as well go all the way with it. Oscar slung his axe across his back and pulled his coat close to his body. It was time to go home.

Link to post
Share on other sites

The trek down the mountain wasn't as difficult as Oscar imagined. It was actually more difficult. It was just as hard as the climb up, just for different reasons. First of all, now that he was moving with gravity pushing him forward, it was twice as hard to keep his footing and balance. More than a few times, he had to use his axe for balance when he came to more precarious slopes. Not only that, but he felt that he was still pushing against gravity to keep himself upright. He couldn't dash down the side of the mountain. That would only lead to him getting hurt. He also might take a spill over the edge of the mountain and meet an untimely end by falling to his death. And he certainly wasn't going to have that. If he was going to die in this game, it would be on his feet, like a man. He definitely wouldn't die because he took one wrong step on a snowy mountain and went flying off the edge of it. He idea of going out like that was absolutely repugnant.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Oscar had a newfound respect for mountain climbers. There were a lot of plates they had to juggle. They had to control their breathing. They had to control their descent. They had to make sure that they were tethered in at all times. Oscar had the benefit of not having to deal with controlling his breathing. But he could understand how difficult controlling ones descent was. It took almost all of the muscles in his body to maintain a comfortable tempo as he tramped down the mountain. But, finally, the town at the foot out the mountain was in sight. He had to fight himself from making a break for it. All he wanted was to get to the nearest in and sit next to the roaring fire. There were also some thoughts of downing some hot stew and warm coffee, but he was mostly concerned about the fire. Food could wait, he just wanted to be warm! But slow and steady wins the race. No sense losing his head when he'd already come so far.

Link to post
Share on other sites

After what felt like an eternity, Oscar finally crossed the threshold into the town. He was tired, every muscle in his body ached, and all he wanted was to sleep. But he needed to be careful. Falling asleep in the cold could mean that he wouldn't wake up. At least in the real world. But it was that same real-world survival instinct that kept him pushing forward. He kept going until he came to the nearest inn. He was immediately greeted by the life-giving warmth of the roaring fire in the center of the room. Oscar took an open table next to the blaze and flopped his head down on the table. Within moments, he was unconscious. He was greeted by the empty blackness of his subconscious as his body shut down for some much-needed rest. Video game or not, it was clear that he could only tax his mind so much before it thought the stimuli was real and reacted accordingly. Oscar would slumber peacefully on the table for a while, until he was rudely awoken by the sensation of being jerked to his feet.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Didn't you hear me?! I said move!"

Oscar's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he laid his eyes upon was a bearded fellow gazing upon him with such hatred, Oscar actually thought he did something wrong. Oscar smacked his lips and looked around. Three guys were egging the man on, saying things like "This was their table" or "Beat him down." Oscar yawned. For starters, the man grasping his collar was a good foot shorter than him. Secondly, he hadn't yet woken up completely. So having someone in his face before he really had his togethers together was a recipe for disaster. So Oscar did what any reasonable person in his situation would do. He decked the man across the face. The man immediately let him go and went sprawling onto the floor. Shocked that their leader had been so readily dispatched, the other three weren't really wont to jump into the middle of it.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Get him!" The bearded man roared as he clutched his face. The other members of his little posse surrounded Oscar. The first one rushed forward, trying to catch him in the face with his fist. Using his superior range, Oscar deflected the blow and instead sent the fist flying into one of the other members, knocking them both to the ground. The only member of the gang that had remained standing drew a knife. Oscar almost laughed. He was in a safe zone. A knife wasn't going to do any real damage. Oscar merely stood there and let the man charge at him. He drove the knife deep into Oscar's chest, but Oscar didn't budge. He looked up sheepishly as Oscar glared down at him. He swept the man's leg out from under him and slammed him into the floor. The gang had been sufficiently demoralized and Oscar didn't much see the need of embarrassing them any further. So he pulled the knife out of his chest and let it clatter to the floor.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Today's excursion had worked up Oscar's appetite. He placed a large order with the player at the counter and dropped a hefty sum of Col on the food. Then, he returned to his table. By the time he'd gotten back, the gang had scattered. Good. He didn't want them ruining his meal. His food came out in short order. A large bowl of hearty stew with half a loaf of bread and a large tankard filled with pitch-black hot coffee. His mouth watered at the tantalizing smells of the food splayed out in front of him. Without any pomp or fanfare, Oscar tucked in. He devoured the first bowl of stew with gusto, savoring the warmth as it slid down his gullet and into his stomach. It warmed him from the inside out. He'd paid in advance for unlimited bowls of stew. That was exactly what he got. The lady working the counter brought him bowl after bowl. Oscar had always been a heavy eater so when he ordered unlimited anything, he made sure to get his money's worth.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Oscar was on his fourth bowl when he heard a loud, deep voice yelling across the din of the tavern. "HEY!" He could almost feel the ground shake as a hulking brute of a man made his way over to Oscar's table  and towered over the man while he ate. Oscar didn't immediately acknowledge him. Instead, he elected to finish his bowl of stew before getting involved in any more nonsense. Apparently, the man took exception to this and swatted the spoon out of his hand and his bowl into the floor. Oscar's temper flared as he slowly rose from the table. He expected to tower over this new fellow, but was surprised to find himself staring eye-to-eye with another ridiculously tall man. Behind this brute he saw the four from earlier, all cowering behind this fellow. Oscar took a deep breath and got ready for another brawl. Something told him this wouldn't be as easy as the last one.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Oscar met the guy's gaze, his face completely deadpan. All he wanted was to have a nice relaxing meal, but these dudes kept ruining it. He had half a mind to just walk out, but he didn't really want to give the guys the satisfaction of him caving. Plus, he didn't want to unleash them on the other tavern patrons that he was sure had had about enough of their nonsense. Right on cue, several headed for the door. Oscar sighed and shook his head. Then he remembered something the Major said. If you're about to get into a fight, hit first and hit hard. And so Oscar did just that. While the man glowered at him in a vain attempt to intimidate him, Oscar smashed him across the face with his tankard of coffee. Then, to add insult to injury, Oscar splashed the hot liquid in his face before kicking his feet out from under him.

Link to post
Share on other sites

The other four stared in shock as Oscar stood over their ringleader with a smug look on his face. While the man writhed on the floor in agony, his screams filling the tavern, Oscar stepped over him and pushed his way out the door. That was about enough excitement for one day, he figured. While he was upset that he didn't get to finish his meal, he didn't see the problem resolving itself anytime soon. It would probably continue to devolve until someone really got hurt. His feet clacked against the stone of the Teleportation Platform. He heard some commotion behind him. He turned to see the man rushing towards him, anger flaring on his face. Clearly the hot coffee hadn't kept the dude down long enough for him to get a clean getaway. Oscar sighed and dialed in Deepedge on the panel. In a flash of light, he was gone, leaving the jerk and his posse behind. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

In his haste, Oscar had instinctively set the dial for the Town of Beginnings. Which was just as well. He had some errands to run down here. After all, if he didn't do it, who was going to feed Bahr? He certainly wasn't going to do it himself. So he headed for his shop. There were customers to tend to and Bahrs to feed. Thankfully, the guys from earlier didn't follow him. Which was fine considering he didn't want to deal with them anymore. And he certainly didn't want them wrecking up his shop. Perhaps they were too afraid to venture away from Floor 4? Honestly, it didn't matter. It was over and put to bed. Oscar meandered through the streets to his shop and stepped inside. It would take a little prep time, but soon he would be up and running, ready to churn out hot dog after hot dog to the hungry masses of Floor 1. By "masses" he meant the dozen or so regulars who came by when he was open sometimes maybe.

Link to post
Share on other sites

His regulars came and went, all of them happy to receive such delicious meat cylinders. Once they were all fed, Oscar dropped a meal off for Bahr at his shop and headed for the main plaza. As he stepped into the plaza, he noticed that the five guys from earlier were posted up around the Teleportation Platform, obviously looking for something. Or someone. Oscar. Of course, the problem with that was that now they were in Oscar's territory. It didn't take long before they noticed Oscar and started to make their way towards him. Undaunted, Oscar strode forward towards the platform. Just before they met one another in the platform, a group of men rushed forward and pushed them out of the way, leaving Oscar free to head to Deepedge without having to deal with the idiots. The last thing he saw before he warped away was the five guys trying in vain to reach him before he disappeared.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Now that he was back on his home floor, Oscar wasn't so much concerned about the guys from earlier. They could wait in town all they wanted, but he wasn't going to be back through for a while. No, he was heading home. He made the long, peaceful walk home. For the first time, his familiar made a noise. It was a low whine. They had been out for quite some time. The two of them needed food and sleep. That stew, while hearty, had not been sufficient to sate his appetite. So, Oscar arrived at his home, unlocked the door, and headed inside. One dinner later, he was cleaning up his kitchen and finally heading to bed. He placed his axe where he used to place his katana and crawled into bed. Leeroy and Jenkins followed soon after. Oscar snuggled up to the hound and stroked its flank until he finally fell asleep, peacefully dreaming of tomorrow and the adventures it would bring.

Link to post
Share on other sites
Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
×
×
  • Create New...