Ryo 0 Posted August 9 #21 Share Posted August 9 Ryo's feet pitter-patted against the floor. His breath came in quick bursts. How, how, HOW could he have gotten lost? He cursed at himself, not only did he sleep in he forgot nearly everything at home. He was already here, so it didn't matter to him. He was going to this floor boss, and he was going to fight it, and he was gonna kill it and he was going to be a hero dammit. Right? His pace slowed and his breathing turned rampant. What if, he failed? Was he underprepared for this? Was leaving his things behind going to cost him everything? What would his death accomplish? How would Teion react to the news? His butler, his friends? His family back home, the family he found here? He suddenly found himself unable to move, unable to speak. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears. He had only just now noticed his pace had slowed to a complete stop. He slammed his fists into his legs. "Dammit legs, move!" He cursed in his mind. Damn his body, unable to move. Where did this anxeity come from? He thought he got rid of it when he fought himself and his demons. He thought he was ready, he though that he- He heard something in the distance. Something that broke him from his trance. Yelling, or screaming, or something of the like. He couldn't tell if he imagined it at first of if it was real. Soon enough more shouts and muffled explosions echoed faintly in the hall. The fight ahead was, or at least sounded, terrible. People were in trouble, they needed help. Needed someone, anyone to help them. He gritted his teeth, slapped his face and felt his body become lighter as he could move again. ----- Battle ready statblock: Ryo | HP: 740/740 | EN: 106/106 | DMG: 21 | MIT:103 | BH:33 | REC: 8 | HM: 8 | BLD: 48 | PARA | LD:3 Spoiler "Name: Ryo True Tier: 4 Level: 34 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 740/740 EN: 106/106 Stats: Damage: 21 Mitigation: 103 Battle Healing: 33 Loot Die: 3 Stealth Rating: -5 REC: 8 HM: 8 BLD: 48 PARA Equipped Gear: Weapon/Armor/Trinket: - Shigure Armor/Trinket: - Violet Samurai's Sode Shield/Armor/Trinket: - Violet Samurai’s Kuwait Combat Mastery: - Combat Mastery: Damage R3 Combat Shift: - ST Shift Familiar Skill: - Custom Skill: - Skills: - Battle Healing R4 - Energist - Heavy Armor R5 - Katana R5 - Searching R3 Extra Skills: - Survival - Leadership R1 Inactive Extra Skills: Addons: - Focus - Iron Skin - Stamina Mods: - Emergency Recovery - Impetus - Night Vision Inactive Mods: Battle Ready Inventory: - T1 Perfect Potions - Dr. Cure All | Antidote 3 x6 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. - 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. Guild Hall Buffs: Scents of the Wild Totem: Wedding Ring: Crafting Profession: - Cooking[exp] R1 Gathering Profession: - Fishing[exp] R1" Link to post Share on other sites
Crozeph 0 Posted August 10 #22 Share Posted August 10 (edited) Previously... Bogdanoff? He turned his head, the crashing waves of Floor 29's harbor was like a hit of an opium for him but a call from someone, a player with no name but has taken a keen observation of him, severed the solace he found where he stood. "Yies?" he replied with a stern tone to it. "It seems the Frontlines are at it again" Crozeph turned to face the man "you say it like they're gonna post five more thesis after the 95." He took one good look at the waves and then opened his mail only to see his wife telling him to go to where she is "time to helidrop." He opened his inventory and began pulling out whatever he can eat, even if it's a wet sock. "What do you mean by five more?" the man asked. "Nothing of significance" Crozeph continued eating, his base stats rising, this would be troublesome to join with less to offer. One by one the containers and packaging shattered to pixels at it dropped on the ground. "I must go Sminem, my wife beckons. This I shall not miss." He drank the last bottle and then turned his head to where his destination will be. and he ran, like someone who finally sniffed out a prey Consumed: Creme brulee ACC II Smores EVA II Liquor of Light DMG III Mortal Instants MIT III Shadows Withal OH III Immolation Potion Stats Crozeph | HP: 1012/1012 | EN: 106/106 | DMG: 25 | MIT:104 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:4 | PARA-IM | THORNS:40 | BH:56 | REC: 1 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:1 Edited August 10 by Crozeph Link to post Share on other sites
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