[SP-F8] Reclamation <<Monkey King>>

[Mars 0]

Dull golden eyes open themselves upon the stage of floor eight the black haired man with a katana strapped to his hip makes his way forward into the town that is like a kingdom more so then what it use to be where it had resided upon tree tops like the cowards they had been. Though back then they were mostly humans as well hiding from what was hunting them along these floors, but it seems with the darkness that had consumed the floors so did the darkness consume the land and warp it to be something anew. He makes his way towards the gate a hand rested near the sheathe of his blade ready to pull the weapon free from its metallic prison at a moment's notice a smirk upon his face at the thought of facing something or someone to a fight. A desire for battle and a hunger for the chaos of risking one's life like a siren's song that he couldn't ignore any longer and most of all the desire to acquire strength through all means that are provided having lead him towards this place of all places. The familiar at his side gaining many looks since it is a fire elemental in the shape of a liger looks of either awe, fear, or curiosity crossing through the elves faces, but for Mars it was more annoyance at the way that the game had tainted his familiar. The changes to the system had come as a shock a variable that he wasn't prepared for the idea that this game could adapt to such a drastic degree was not something he has ever heard of before or even considered. Time was short in his eyes and thus he made his way towards Florenthia to see if he could set his sights upon a certain monkey king that supposedly had the power to crush even the strongest of defenses from what he had heard from information already being spoken through word of mouth and exchange of col.

Combat Stats:

 

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Stats/level/equipped gear

 

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Level: 31 [19 paragon]

Mars: HP:680/680 EN:106/106 DMG:23 MIT:20 EVA:4 ACC:3 LD:1 

Paragon buffs

• Lv. 5 | Gain additional col equivalent to 10% of EXP earned in that thread.
• Lv. 10 | +3% EXP Gain.

Equipment:

War god's blade: +3 ACC

War God's Grace: 3 slots EVA

War God's Regalia: 2 risky, 1 LM

 

 

Skills

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Combat skills:

[22 SP] Battle healing R4 {4% healing}

[10 SP] Charge {8 en, CD:3, +5 base damage -1 accuracy}

[8 SP] Energist {20 EN]

[10 SP] fighting spirit

[15 SP] Howl, Focused howl [+3, +5]

Weapon Skills

[40 SP] Rank 5 katana MOD:Ferocity katana [+2 base dmg], MOD: stamina[-2 en cost on attacks]

Armor skills:

[40 SP] Rank 5 cloth armor MOD: nimble [+1 eva, +1 LD] MOD:athletics [+1 damage]

[13 SP]Combat mastery damage: +12 base damage

[10 SP]Familiar skill rend: 28 unmit damage 2 turns, free action CD:5

Extra skills:

Concentration: Absolute accuracy CD:5
Survival:healing effect +10%
Meditation:  CD:3 post action, 28 en recovery

Active mods= Ferocity, stamina, athletics, nimble

 

 

[Mars 0]

Time has always been something he could only hope to control and utilize to the best of his efforts but it was a variable that was always lacking never enough time to do the things one could dream to achieve. He had fallen to the back as time went on past the twenty fourth floor a lesson he thought was prudent considering how he had barely survived what was almost a tragedy he could only imagine who was left standing by the end of it. However, even with such thoughts the frontlines made it past that floor and even the one after that if the fact he saw a option for floor twenty six was anything to go by. Sloth would be the prime sin that had taken him during those times and hesitation he hadn't felt ready and thus didn't attend such meetings, and yet at the sametime just let himself be content to see if any of them would die on their own with little reward for such an act. Thus he will step into the light and see if he could get lucky enough to murder at least one frontliner by the time he is done and the work he'll put into this. Then if he succeeds it'll be hard but he'll do his best to hide at all costs and deal with who comes one at a time, but for now preparations were in order from gear to skills to just the raw stats to achieve what he desires.

[Mars 0]

The strength of this game was intoxicating if not like that of a roller coaster where one could be king one day and a commoner the next with how much things could shift in the power dynamic be it a adjustment, a system change, or even a new boss loot drop that someone has taken for themselves and thus gained more power. It was something that he had quickly become intoxicated with the sense of being able to control the lives of what dies before him, and being able to control if he lives or die with his own hands and the dangers he would face. To prolong this game as much as possible was all that he could crave and desire. Gazing forward as he makes his way through the forest he would  watch as animal would run away from little skirmishes that could break out from treant scouts and elven patrol parties. He would make his way westward deeper away from the source of this conflict and part of him is a bit excited to take another look into this little war and to see if it got expanded into a full on frontal assault of a kingdom's city. Now that would be the epitome of being allowed to truly live and enjoy this game to its fullest at least to himself to see a true challenge like that.

[Mars 0]

The forests soon break way towards that of a village he had been traveling for quite some time now having traveled in silence and having kept to himself the entire way dodging mobs that impeded his path, and having cut down any that got in his way with a singular sword strike a quick draw and slice of the enemy. Not one that he ever learned in his life just one that was gained through relying upon Cardinal to guide his body to move at speeds that was beyond his capacity otherwise.  The town was a far cry from anything like that of the elven kingdom he had started in with it looking like a backwater town in comparison. Looking around would cause the black haired warrior to sneer in disgust when seeing these two races living in harmony ignoring the war that cried for them to fight and break each other down into digitized clusters of data. He briskly makes his way towards the start of the quest towards an NPC by the name of Remington supposedly some elf who had seen the monkey king before, and more importantly a difference in this quest having to talk to more meaningless clumps of data that he should for some reason feel pity for when they don't exist.

[Mars 0]

Making his way through the town of Florenthia he passes by elves asking him to help them and pointing him towards the hut that supposedly Remington lives in as he just waves his hand with a annoyed look upon his face his right hand twitching a bit tempted to pull out his katana to end these npcs. Having to hold his blade and the attack that would end them to avoid becoming a player killer in the eyes of the game since while he knows that Pinball manages to sneak into places he himself has no idea how they manage to talk to these npcs in towns where guards are lurking about. Soon the sight of elven couples and tall treants disappears as he enters into the hut that reeks of cigarettes, and visually looks what he could only cause organized chaos. The bookcases having plenty of books seemingly on vast different flora and wildlife, and on top of that sheets of papers on a coffee table as if one was doing mad research. Trying to figure something out with a shout coming from a room that is delegated off to itself which he could imagine is a bedroom since the main living area looks like a office. It'll be one moment please wait over there i'm certain you can spare a few minutes for me to finish if you came all the way over here for my great wisdom!

[Mars 0]

While not entirely keen on wasting time here he is forced to nonetheless as the ronin looking katana user leans against a wall while staring at the door that leads towards where the elf is as he just taps the hilt of his katana. His mind wandering towards his former companion that had taken into recluse the spear user that had painted some of Aincrad in blood from what he has heard and seen first hand with the orange cursor that was above his head when he made a one night stay in his shop. Though it has been awhile and from what he has seen and heard he had been participating in the frontlines though and might be corrupted by those fools who want to leave a place like this. I should pay a visit to him if i can hunt him down at some point. Wouldn't hurt to see how far things have gotten between us in gear. He idly mutters to himself while staring forward as the door opens up to reveal a man with pointed ears shaggy silver hair and hazel colored eyes with a business like outfit that would be befitting to looking normal even in the real world. Moving away from the wall and letting his hand drift away from the wall he would sit down in one of the chairs making himself at home with a dull and uninterested gaze meeting the confident and energetic look of the npcs. Well welcome to my home i see you've gotten comfortable, but lets get down to business you have come for my impeccable wisdom of this forest. So tell me what do you not know that i can provide. The npc says towards the ronin as he releases a puff of smoke into the room the stench of the nicotine becoming thicker.

[Mars 0]

A frown crosses the face of Mars while staring at this man the smell getting to him a bit the scent rolling off of the npc the familiar of Mars makes it way out of the hut and waits outside the animal's keen senses unable to handle the house's scent. Monkey King where is it, what can it do, what is it capable of. He says getting to the point without wasting words upon pleasantries while staring down the man When saying the name of the quest mob he would see the rather jovial look upon the npc change to a narrowed and serious look within its eyes as remington leans back into his chair while looking towards Mars. He would then lean down to one of his pages and pass towards him a diagram of the monkey king with lines that point out various things along the beast written within the Elven language which he finds himself thankful that Cardinal translates it for him as he reads through the document. The beast known as the monkey king is 3.5 times larger then the average size of a man, and seems to be equal for a Treant if my memory serves me correctly. It is located about 80 kilometers out from here towards the west and it'll come and kill any who dare enter its territory seemingly knowing who enters and leaves and chases them down following after the strongest is my guess. The npc starts off while gazing towards Mars who is grinning a bit figuring that he could do this within the day and get back towards the main city by the time the sun sets being rather glad it isn't pulling into the night not enjoying the thought of camping out in the forest or in this backwater town that looks like it's about to collapse.  Well go on i'm waiting. Mars says in a annoyed tone of voice towards the npc drumming his fingers lightly against the chair.

[Mars 0]

The ncp would scoff at him for some reason that is beyond his understanding as he would just watch as the npc picks up another sheet of paper and slowly reads it seemingly drawing out the process much longer then would be necessary. After what feels like minutes pass by the npc would set down the paper he was reading and then look back towards him. No matter how fast we had ran, and no matter how far we would go we would always see a tree be thrown at us. Feel the ground shaking with every pounce most likely leaving craters wherever he had chased us. He will find you not the other way around. The man says with a grim look upon his face giving him a rather serious response rather then the jovial or over the top nature he had been before as he would then be given a map that he would notice that upon review new rivers and trees were missing from this map of what he could only guess is the territory of the monkey king. Looking at the other notes that was a diagram he could only figure that upon review they might've made the king stronger. Something he is vastly excited to test himself against and if this wouldn't be enough he can always aim for something a bit stronger to claim his prize of.

[Mars 0]

Getting up from his seat he would look towards the npc and just nod his head not wanting to waste his breathe on something that wouldn't be worth the air it would take to speak the words, but before he could leave he hears the npc call out towards him as a quest marker would update when the information is given. Talk to Captain Sewallus of the guard he is near the eastern gate he is on overseer duty today of the guards stationed there. He'll know more about the exact combat capacities then i would. Mars would give a wave of his hand to gesture that he listened before heading out of the hut nudging his familiar with his foot while passing by the liger as he would quickly make his way towards the eastern exit of this town. The warrior just keeping his mind clear and focused upon a singular goal of slaying the monkey king with extreme prejudice not letting anything get in the way of him and his goal. Only a singular thought drifting into his mind as an idea comes into play. 'I should investigate those field mobs at some point. Just a quick and easy murder and to claim whatever it would drop. Would save me time instead of doing these silly quests.'

[Mars 0]

He makes his way through the town moving his way past every npc that would try to cross his past not wanting to meet their gaze or having to interact with any of them to any extent that he could feasibly avoid. Once he would arrive at the eastern gate he would scan the area of the various npcs that were making their rounds of what the code programmed them to do to make them as lifelike as possible. He would see some standing upon the walls bows at the ready to strike against any possible forces that would try to damage their city. Then their was people on the ground checking who entered and left the town most of them looking standard and just waiting around seemingly idling chatting with one another. Lastly, was the one who had a bit more of a higher standard look to their gear and armor as he would make his way over to him assuming that is the captain, and is confirmed when he tells some of the guards to focus once more on the road instead of the idle chatter that could distract them.

Edited April 26, 2021 by Mars

[Mars 0]

Remington sent me. I am here to deal with the monkey king. Just point me in the direction and i'll deal with it. He says in an irritated voice just getting straight to the point with the man figuring that would get him the fastest trip towards the quest objective being completed. He would watch as the elven figure turned its gaze towards him and seemingly size him up before nodding in approval of some thought that was directed for the npc. He would then point in the direction towards the western most part of the floor. That direction. He'll find you and not the other way around you'll hear him before you see him. Lastly, i'm coming with you. The elven guard says inviting himself to the party making Mars just growl a bit in annoyance at the contrived nature of having to now deal with an npc the entire time as he would quickly walk past him not wasting a moment for any other idle chatter to take place.

[Mars 0]

Exiting the village he would make his way westward towards the direction of where the monkey king supposedly was meant to be located at not giving the npc a single glance or word of acknowledgement since to him it was a waste of his breathe and there was vastly more important things to do. As he makes his way through the forest he would feel the ground rumbling underneath his feet after he had traveled probably for no more than an hour away from the village and much to his surprise he would hear the captain of the guard howl out something fierce into the jungle. The roar would be met with one coming back towards them and to match with the roar also comes a giant tree being hurdled at them most likely thrown by whatever had started this fight. The ronin tries to jump away from the strike only for the force of the impact to blow him away and onto his back disabling the sword art he was preparing to greet the enemy. Trying to get up he would find himself unable to do so as the game rudely informs him that on top of this he is now stunned and unable to act at all.

Lets just get this combat thing underway
Action: Charge iai  #191396  BD:2+2=4  MD:9  [STUN]

[0]Mars: HP:560/680 EN:106/106 DMG:23 MIT:20 EVA:4 ACC:3 LD:1 
[5]Sewallus:HP: 280/400 | DMG: 75 (100 on crit) | MIT: 50 | EVA: -1

Monkey King: HP: 650/650 | DMG: 200 | MIT: 75 | ACC: 2

Abilities:

• If a Tree Falls | On MD rolls of 9 or 10, the Monkey King will pick up a large tree and throw it at the party.  This replaces the Monkey King's normal attack, automatically dealing 120 unmitigatable damage and inflicting stun to each target.

Edited April 29, 2021 by Mars