[F10-PP-PT] A Broken Clock

[Sam 0]

-DING DONG DING DONG- Bells of the upper Cathedral makes note that the sun was beginning to set. Back against a large cobblestone building, seemed like a store front, Sam could hear townsfolk making a purchase. Staying low, all the intel she got lead to a location somewhere deep with the ally ways of the Grand City Taft. It was funny that Rosaria could be very well hiding in plain sight. A place well populated busy at all times of the day. To anyone, the woman would look like a normal foe. Darting between buildings carefully as to not be spotted.

"HEY YOU GET BACK HERE," slamming her back to the brick as Sam sees one, two, three shadows run past the little light between the huge structures. Wanting to help but that is not what she was here for. Glancing around the corner to make sure it was clear before moving forward. A man walks out one of the back doors, Sam darts across the dark roads. Eyeing the man, he was taking a drink of something and then throws the bottle on the ground causing it to shatter. A bag in the other hand, tossing it into the garbage can just outside. Made Sam wonder what the hell was going simple because anything that usually got empties disappears. How did he have a trash bag full of content. Shaking her head, holding it. Now was no the time, listening for the door to slam, Sam wonders further into the darkness trying to find any indication that her target resided here.

It was getting very dark, it would be easier for Sam to move around and harder for people to see her. That was if they didn't have the skill to do so, but as far as Sam was concerned no one knew she was even here.

Sam | HP: 860/860 | EN: 124/124 | DMG: 23 | MIT:20 | ACC:1 | EVA:1 | REC: 8 | BLD: 48  | ENV-O: 32 | FRB: 40 | STC: 40 | LD:9 | PROSP:1 | QTY: 2

Spoiler

Sam, The Raven
True Tier: 9
Level: 34
Paragon Level: 47
HP: 860/860
EN: 124/124

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 20
Accuracy: 1
Evasion: 1
Loot Die: 9
Stealth Rating: 5
REC: 8
BLD: 48
ENV-O: 32
FRB: 40
STC: 40
QTY: 2

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket:
  - Bhafel, Strand of Vengeance (PROJ-T4-Demonic): Envenom (Offensive) 1, Bleed 1, Frostbite 1, Static 1
Armor/Trinket:
  - Raven's Fickle Fortune - Solera:Loot Dice 2, Recovery 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket:
  - Anathema's Merit:Quality 2, Loot Dice 1, Prosperity 1

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  -

Custom Skill:
  -

Skills:
  - Cloth Armor R5
  - Energist
  - Projectile Weaponry R5
  - Quick Change
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R5
  - Concentration
  -
First Aid R3
Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Nimble
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Athletics
  - Surpise Attack: Trickster
  - Tracking
  - Vanish

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Acolyte's Light (T4-Perfect-Cloth Armor): Evasion 1, Recovery 2 x
  - Bhafel, Decree of War (PROJ-T4-Demonic): Absolute Accuracy, Accuracy 2, Phase x
  - Gold Promise - Din's Flame (T1/Perfect):Accuracy 1, Evasion 2  x
  - Teleport Crystal x

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Dining Room: Turn 2 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Lesser Feast. A Lesser Feast contains 4 portions of the food items sacrificed. Lesser Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Bedroom): +1 Expertise to declared utility skill. Cannot boost a skill without ranks, or increase a skill past its maximum rank. Cannot boost a skill the user has not learned yet. Ranks obtained using this buff will make the mods of that rank available for purchase. Mods obtained this way are unusable if this buff is removed until the skill is returned to the appropriate rank by way of SP purchase.
  - Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per fishing attempt
  - Herbalist Hut: +2 Gathering EXP per gathering attempt
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Guest Room: Players can have one «Amenity» in a «Guest Room» and the «Amenity» cannot be recovered. Players are allowed to change which «Amenity» is in the «Guest Room». Multiple instances of the same «Amenity» do not stack. This buff affects the player and their choice of up to two party members.
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:
  - Trading Hall: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters and Rank 4 merchants/performers receive +1 crafting/identification attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters and Rank 5 merchants/performers receive +2 crafting/identification attempts per day.
  - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

                                                                

[Vitreous 1]

The soul that had found itself out of the dive that he'd wandered himself out of was nursing a belly full of alcohol. A rush of red plastered across his face, a flush of burning beaten across a sweating brow. Droplets of sweat find themselves running from above his eyes, ringing them as they'd drop carelessly from his chin. A white shirt, a leather vest and a burning orange marker lingered above his head. The building from which he came, roared with life and laughter. Excited but rowdy, as the sudden hop of freedom due to the newly unlocked floor. He'd meander away in a stumble, causing a trash can to clatter and roll on its side spilling its contents all over the road.

Before he did as well, coloring the street in a rough green paint.

The door behind him slams shut, as he wipes his mouth with his right sleeve. A dreary glance toward Sam, yet it would find no purchase or meaning with dull blue eyes. The girl was far too good at remaining undetected. The other players wandering the street gossip among themselves, as they'd hurry their pace to avoid the confrontation.  Those eyes of his, bloodshot and troubled in a jarring panic. A sharp cough that was wet just after vomiting, and then another. Standing abruptly with intention and focus, he'd start to fumble around and with that turn of his body the man would appear to be concerned, almost manic. The coughing grows louder, more aggressive and harrowing. As if something inside his very ribcage was screaming to escape.

A wanderlust wobble of hurried footsteps rush as far down that alleyway as they could muster, eager to get away from his own health. Into the darker nook into a three way junction, the man would collapse from exhaustion. Out of the shadows, another figure who was waiting for it to take hold steps into the sunlight. A large rimmed hat, one of leather and below it a long beak pours out of that nearly shapeless mass. The fellow on the ground continues to gag, even going as far as to shove his fingers down his throat to force him to throw up again. The figure lords above unperturbed, tilting its head slightly to its left side in curiosity. Counting the seconds.

-DING DONG DING DONG- the bell rings again, as foam pours out of the incapacitated man's mouth with a gurgle and he falls silent. The figure begins to string rope between his two hands pulling it tight, having made another successful test and was eager for analysis.

and thus the devil was born

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Assist System Engaged:
Level 1
Paragon 0
True Tier 1

Final EXP reward 0%

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Vitreous | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 | MIT:18 | ACC:3

Spoiler

Name: Vitreous, The Grim Physician
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 1
Mitigation: 18
Accuracy: 3

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Vanguard's Heavy Plate | T1 Heavy Armor | 232786 | MIT 3
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Dioscuri  TIER 1 JEWELRY | ACC III

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

Edited 12 hours ago by Vitreous

[Sam 0]

Hearing the guy vomit once, Sam peeks her head around the corner. That man was coughing his lungs out on the streets. Another man, not the same, came out from seeming nowhere. Both icons above their head were orange, but why such violent bile. Sam couldn't help to think that this masked beak figure did this. Watching him tie the other player up, neither of them matched any descriptions on the board back home. That could mean two things, one no relation to Rosaria, or two, yes part of her group and Freyd doesn't know about them. It was very unlikely that the second was the case, that man was very good at what he did. Sam stands there behind the building weighing her options carefully.

This man was not marked by Firm Anima, not a mention of such actions or traps from the PKer's that were know of. Sam knows some orange icon players, her best friend has one. This dude was attacking another bad player, did it make him bad or just smart to chose the targets wisely. Taking a deep breath, eyes closed for only a moment before walking into clear view from the shadows of the building behind them. "You are not my target so I could care less about what this is. I'm only after a name, Rosaria, have you heard it." In this moment several things could happen. Instant death by a PK'er that was unknown or he would talk.

Was Sam stupid for doing this, fuck yea. Smart for giving away her location, hell no. The one thing Sam promised herself after starting this whole escapade was that she would do whatever it took to kill Rosaria, if that meant death then she would die trying. Freyd had no leads in weeks, Sam was getting tired of waiting.

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Assisting:
Level 1
Paragon 0
True Tier 9

Final EXP reward 5%

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Going from this stat block:
Sam | HP: 860/860 | EN: 124/124 | DMG: 23 | MIT:20 | ACC:1 | EVA:1 | REC: 8 | BLD: 48  | ENV-O: 32 | FRB: 40 | STC: 40 | LD:9 | PROSP:1 | QTY: 2

To this stat block:
Sam | HP: 20/20 | EN: 25/25 | DMG: 14 | MIT:20 | ACC:1 | EVA:1 | REC: 2 | BLD: 12  | ENV-O: 8 | FRB: 10 | STC: 10 | LD:9 | PROSP:1 | QTY: 2

Edited 9 hours ago by Sam

[Vitreous 1]

The twisting and jerking of the pathetic floundering specimen at his feet would eventually subside, as the toxin would settle in and root itself deep. Interesting, in how it needed to be indoctrinated into a host. A blade, a dart? Too little enters the blood stream, or this case the data stream. Sprinkled on food or shoved down their gullet. The delivery would either be abated or would be trickled to slow. A raise of an index finger toward that glossed blue sky, as if proudly decreeing its success to an audience that it knew not it had. For precisely, to formulate such an effective cure to the disease of movement one need look only to liquids as the method of injection. The leather would squeak angrily as the finger shot up, emotive and filled with determination.

Through the air it would write in a quick whip of its hand, like a rod directing a plane or military relaying a message. That thick cover adorning his fingers yelling the whole way home, as it would whip around and drop a singular stone into the hand now wearing a twine set of bracelets. The smallest glass marble, unorthodox and plain. Rolling in the mans rigid hand, the gloved hands would force the stiff fingers closed and force it to break. With it a flash of light to god knew were and only the devil would wait for his arrival. The long slender bill would look toward the woman who had been his understudy, looking on and spouting dribble that was lost in his own mental retelling of the composition behind the mask.

A curious and slow twist leans its head to the right, as small lenses masquerading as eyes would glare softly. The leather confirms its movement, and the look was not unlike a crow. No words, only the slow and steady breath through a filtered cover. No skin shows, no eyes to be seen. Not an inch of the shape was visible. Hands rip out to its side, drawing those long black drapes that hovered its shoulders and clung to its elbows to appear like a cape. It was most notably glimmering of all shapes and sizes beneath that cover. A snap forward, as the left sought its stomach. The right remained pronounced and straight high above its head. A bow, a gesture of either hello.

Two small spheres roll out to cut the distance between them, filled with a sickly yellow sludge trapped in glass. About the size of golf balls that whiz so gently toward Sam.

Or to say goodbye.

One breaks, and then the other. Filling the alleyway with a thick yellow fog. Uncovered eyes would begin to burn, lungs turned to fire. Skin would begin to sear as it would become red and blistered. Players of all sorts would become doused in it, a beautiful revelation of biomechanical perfection. A calculated result and a magnificent display of success. Not even Sam would escape its thickening, for she held not the proper tools.

The man would begin to walk off as the skins of his victims would begin to turn to liquid, which was a bit of a waste.

Edited 6 hours ago by Vitreous

[Sam 0]

Yellow smoke starts fumigate the entire area around Sam, not inhaling holding her breath. Climbing the nearest building to get away from it, Sam felt her skin begin to burn. Glancing around trying to find the large fountain in the middle of town. Spotting it but her sight was beginning to blur. What the hell was this stuff, thinking as she jumps across the roof tops toward the water. Maybe if she could wash it off, it would be okay.

There was a few more to parkour onto, on the last her vision goes dark and she misses the edge of the building smashing against the side. How was this even possible in this game, this shouldn't be a thing. A small calming breath as she gets off her ass, holding the building. Being unable to see, Sam had to use her other senses to get to the fountain. Listening to her surrounding as people were chatting, dogs barking, and players running near her. Finally what sounded like a small waterfall, walking slowly as she felt something drip down the length of her mouth. It couldn't be blood right, they couldn't bleed in this game. Hands were out in from of her, hitting something, Sam feels around and finds liquid. Either this was her death sentence or this was actually water. Taking off her cloths quickly and hopping inside, she could already feel the relief upon her skin. Taking a breath Sam goes under, scratching her head and rinsing her hair. Moving slightly to a different area in the water, Sam begins to rinse her eyes out. 

After about 10 minutes she realized that everyone had left the area around her. "Shit," quickly getting out and equipping her long purple robe. The police of the city was starting to walk toward her but saw that Sam had put clothing back on and walked back the other way. Blinking a few times to make sure vision was back to normal, then looking around for a clothing store. There was 2 things that Raven noticed about that mysterious orange player, one he was wearing all leather and his breathing. It sounded like the man was breathing from a respirator or gas mask. Given that he walking right through the weird gas mineral, it was most likely the second option. 

-DING- as a door opens, clothes littered the walls and racks laying around. To the front counter, Sam is greeted by a female about 5ft. It looked like the desk was made for the height. "What can I do you for," with an accent unknown to Sam. "I need a leather long sleeve shirt, pants, boots, gloves the whole get up. Gas mask of the same content if its available." The girl opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. It made Sam think that it just clicked what she was wearing to the girl. "I...I have a full body leather suit, black. The gloves and boots both leather come in a set of dark brown. I'm not sure I have the other thing though. Maybe try the artisan shop down the road?" Sam simple nods, "I'll take what you have, how much?" The girls cheeks began to redden as Sam realized there was a bit too much leg showing, covering it up quickly. The girl clears her throat, "No charge you seem like you need it, maybe instead a coffee sometime?" This made same blush now, "Uh sure, can you throw in some underwear," this made the girl covers her face now but could hear a mumble, "I only sell thongs here." "That's fine," as they both seemed to be embarrassed as all get up. The girl collects the items and set them across the counter and walks out of the room. Sam quickly puts everything on, they seemed to fit well. Sam walks out after putting 200 col on the counter.

Walking into the artisan building, it wasn't nearly as weird. Sam had to wait a little while after the request. When the man returned he had a full fledged gas mask that matched the color of what she was wearing. The thing that differed this from other gas mask though was it was more mask than anything. It was solid black leather that went over the head, the eye sockets were almost glass but could only be seem though in one way, the person looking out of them. Paying the man, as she swirls her hair into a flat bun and walks out with the mask in hand.

Going around the building, walking deeper into the alley way again, putting the mask on. Sam made sure she could breath and that her body was completely covered, it was. Crouching down now, Sam headed back to where that man was seen at first. Thinking back after the man tossed the gas cloud, he started walking more south. Sam hops on the nearest buildings, scaling them, keeping a close eye on the ground below looking for the mystery man.

Edited 4 hours ago by Sam

[Vitreous 1]

Beaten roads through the miasma left in a pungent thick film, yellow and trailing. The stuff would even cling to him but not penetrate the leather adorning his own body, yet it would reek until pulled into a chemical bath. A rough tug of his sleeve would pull the dense gloves up tightly into place, causing the stuff to screech as its pulled taught. Sam was left inside the stuff, having stuck her nose into a matter she was ill equipped to be perusing around in. A section of tinfoil for the raccoon to get its hand stuck in a box for. Another black haired catastrophe, how many was that now? Tapping of footsteps in a repeated and practiced rhythm, with intention and a bit of pep. Three, no, maybe four. That last one really was something special.... Subject #26, CH3POF2. The memory was something so divine, the provider of the joy conveyed in his stride.

The matter settled, yet still hot on his trail was likely the depths of Aincrad's finest idiots. Head first into a potent nerve gas that will see them reduced to cinders and starshine. The notable pings of experience playing on repeat was delightful music to his ears. NPC's were far less valuable then moveable and reusable patients but were the end goal. The man easily slipped out without a care in the world, as lambs ran headlong off the cliff attempting to give chase. A turn down his right, slipping so easily into the crowd that looked on in horror as choking and gagging created a symphony of destruction. A rake of a pinched finger across his hat as he'd pass behind a woman and shove a needle into her arm without hesitation. One swift motion like a cutpurse or street magician. She'd collapse in his arms, and as onlookers would look down at him he'd offer a hand up and tip his hat to them. To his belt he'd grab for a bottle, presenting it as a kind gesture then begin to feed her a prepared lime green liquid: the antidote.

Their bodies worked an elegant barricade to break the line of sight he so desperately craved. Another tip of his hat, and a gentle caress of his hand on her brow in silence thanks her for her service. Guards rush past and without issue he'd easily avoided their gaze, but as the crowd would clear he'd spot his pursuer. Cheering him on in a confused desperation, he'd lock eyes with Sam. Hands disappear into that large cloak of his, the feathers sliding shut to conceal what he was doing beneath it. The crow tilts its head gingerly, as if swaying to its own music. But its intentions were not so kind, for its gesture was toward the man on his left and a sway back points out the blond girl on his right.

A silent threat to his pursuer if she'd choose to understand it.

Edited 4 hours ago by Vitreous