Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0 Posted 18 hours ago #1 Share Posted 18 hours ago (edited) Jungle heat pressed like a sodden blanket, thick with the scent of rotting orchids and wet iron. Ariel ascended moss-choked stairs, vines thick as Darius’s forearms crushing stone moths under serpentine weight. Sunlight fractured through the canopy, dappling ruins that drank light. Millicent adjusted cracked glasses, her scanner’s whirr muffled by the green weight. “N-No life signs... but the air’s got these... shiny bits. Like crystal wasp venom.” She tucked a loose grey-blue-trimmed ponytail behind her ear, avoiding eye contact. Darius dabbed his brow with a monogrammed handkerchief, his butler attire immaculate despite the humidity. “Oh dear. Temples shouldn’t bleed scent.” His gaze lingered on Ariel—brief, respectful—before snapping away. The blonde in question traced a defaced mural. Celestial moths, once graceful, were scraped into oblivion. Gouges—deep, savage—raked the mural. Not erosion. Hatred. “Not abandoned,” Ariel murmured, her voice swallowed by the humid stillness. “Executed.” Above, a nest pulsed in the keystone—papery, gray, coffin-sized. A rustling sigh echoed. Dracul kicked a shattered terracotta shard, his dark emerald uniform trim flashing. “Charming decor. Did the interior decorator starve?” Oath’s holy light guttered weakly against the oppressive green, barely illuminating his boots. “Let’s gut this relic and find that overgrown cat.” Ariel moved. Boots silent. Nihilim’s Wrath cold at her hip. The forest watched. Vines snagged Millicent’s oversized coat. “A-Aggressive plants?” she stammered, tugging free. Darius peeled thorns from her sleeve. “Or warning,” he said softly. Splintered petrified doors loomed. Darkness beyond reeked of fungal decay. Ariel’s silver eyes caught movement—shadows shifting where light died. Dracul shouldered past, Oath raised. “Quarry first.” Holy radiance speared the gloom, revealing— Toppled pillars. Murals defaced: moth-priests blinded, altars shattered. Jagged graffiti screamed: SKY-DEFILERS. Millicent traced the words, trembling. “They blame us... for Mortha.” Her backpack shifted. Inside, wrapped in silk, ≪Mothbrand≫ emitted a low thrum – like a moth beating against glass. The tribal graffiti seemed to pulse in response. A low growl vibrated through the stone. Not from ahead. From below. Darius stiffened. “The nest—!” Above the entrance, the paper coffin split. Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 132/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:5 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 Spoiler Name: Ariel True Tier: 11 Level: 34 Paragon Level: 68 HP: 1053/1053 EN: 132/132 Stats: Damage: 29 Mitigation: -60 Accuracy: 5 Evasion: 2 Battle Healing: 12 Loot Die: 3 Stealth Rating: 5 AA PHASEHB: 46 REC: 8 RISK: 8 FLN: 16 TXC-V: 32 Equipped Gear: Weapon/Armor/Trinket: - ≪Nihilim’s Wrath#187490≫ T4: AA / Phase / Fallen / Fallen Armor/Trinket: - ≪Leonidas' Strength#151568≫ T4: HB / HB / RSKY / RSKY Shield/Armor/Trinket: - ≪Kurokō no Tamashii (黒鋼の魂)#190961≫ T4: Acc. / Acc. / Rec. / Rec. Combat Mastery: - Combat Mastery: Damage R3 Combat Shift: - ST Shift Familiar Skill: - Custom Skill: - Kaiso no Waza: Meikyo Shisui Skills: - Battle Healing R1 - Charge - Cloth Armor R5 - Energist - Katana R5 Extra Skills: - Hiding R5 - Concentration - Survival - Forgotten King's Authority Inactive Extra Skills: Addons: - Ferocity - Precision - Stamina Mods: - Athletics - Surprise Attack: Assassin - Untraceable - Vanish Inactive Mods: Battle Ready Inventory: - "≪Chocolate Truffles# [Dessert]≫ VITALITY II (+12 EN) IDs# 144486 / 144486-1 / 144486-2 / 144486-3 / 144770 " x5 - "≪Crystal of the Blood Dragon Horde[Crystal]: Mass HP recovery 10% IDs# 223185-1 / 223185-2 / 223183 / 223183-1 / 223181" x5 - "≪Flash of Rejuvenation# [Crystal]≫ Mass HP recovery 10% IDs# 144486 / 144486-1 / 144486-2 / 144486-3 / 144770 " x5 - "≪popcorn. [Snack]≫ VITALITY II (+16 EN) IDs# 144486 / 144486-1 / 144486-2 / 144486-3 / 144770 " x5 - ≪Glowstone≫ 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 - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts. - Attic (Storage): +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests - 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. - 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 - Ornate Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread. - 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: - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests. - Guild Rank 5: +5% Final Experience Gain, +5% Final Col Gain Scents of the Wild Totem: Wedding Ring: Crafting Profession: - Tailoring[3696exp] R9 Gathering Profession: - Fishing[191exp] R3 Food Buffs: Filled* ≪ skewer roll. [Meal]≫ +3 DMG / -60 Mit ≪Titan's Strength[Potion]≫ +3 DMG ≪crème brûlée. [Dessert]≫ +2 ACC ≪smores. [Dessert]≫ +2 EVA ≪gelato. [Dessert]≫ +3 LD «Field Ration» +12%HP ≪mousse. [Snack]≫ +3 PROSP PT Skills: (235 SP Available / 175 Used / 60 PT Skills) 3x ► Biting (+2 Base DMG) Edited 16 hours ago by Ariel - The Crowned Lion Link to post Share on other sites
Dracul 0 Posted 16 hours ago #2 Share Posted 16 hours ago (edited) The nest vomited knives. Wasps. Giant. Obsidian-armored, stingers dripping sizzling venom. Shrapnel in a tomb. I readied my weapon. Light flared—a guttering candle against a storm. I struck down the first wasp to dare attack us. Chitin smoked. It shrieked like grinding bones. Darius yanked Millicent behind an altar. Ariel flowed toward the swarm, blade bare. Cold steel. No shadowflame. Idiot! "Fall back!" I roared. She pivoted. Shink. A head tumbled. Ichor sprayed where her neck had been. RAW-A. Thorns spat from my vambrace as another wasp slammed into me. The impact punched—pressure, not pain. Chitin shattered. My stamina bar thinned to yellow gossamer. "Darius! The nest!" Ariel’s voice cut through buzzing chaos. He scaled the wall like smoke, handwraps gripping stone vines. Effortless. Show-off. Millicent peered over the altar, glasses askew. "U-Underbelly! The soft spot—" A wasp strafed. She ducked, dagger fumbling in her grip. "Thorax!" I hacked a diver. Oath bit deep. Ichor splattered my visor—rot and burnt almonds. "Focus, geek!" Ariel spun past. Gutted a wasp mid-lunge. Entrails steamed. Silent. Efficient. Annoying. Darius tore the nest open. Paper ripped. Bones. Small. Polished. Strung on sinew like beads. A child’s ossuary. The swarm froze. Screamed—raw grief—and shattered against the floor. Venom pooled. Silence fell. Darius dropped down, cradling his reopened burn. “Oh dear,” he breathed, staring at the bone necklace. “We’ve desecrated a tomb.” Millicent’s pack vibrated. She edged toward Ariel, face pale. Shadows behind the altar breathed. Golden eyes ignited. Suterusu lunged—a bolt of liquid night. Ariel pivoted. Nihilim’s Wrath flashed cold silver. Shink! Not flesh. Something hard and obsidian clattered to stone. A scale, sharp as a dagger tip, glowing with faint gold veins. The panther snarled, phasing into the temple wall like smoke. Ariel scooped it up. The damn thing burned in her palm—I could see the faint gold pulse from here. Predatory arrogance. Millicent’s scanner whirred. "I-It’s tracking us... and we’re tracking it." I kicked the wall. "Cowardly furball! Next time, I’ll skin it myself." Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 80/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA Spoiler Name: Dracul True Tier: 4 Level: 31 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 680/680 EN: 80/80 Stats: Damage: 1 Mitigation: 127 Accuracy: 1 Battle Healing: 34 Stealth Rating: -5 TAUNT REC: 4 HLY: 6 PARA Equipped Gear: Weapon/Armor/Trinket: - ≪Guardian's Oath#134013≫ T3: Holy | Paralyze | ACC Armor/Trinket: - ≪Azure Chevalier Armor#58994≫ T1: Mitigation | Thorns | Thorns Shield/Armor/Trinket: - ≪Memory Fragment#134713-2≫ T2: Recovery | Recovery | Taunt Combat Mastery: - Combat Mastery: Mitigation R3 Combat Shift: - Familiar Skill: - Custom Skill: - Skills: - Battle Healing R5 - Heavy Armor R5 - Howl Extra Skills: - Parry - Survival Inactive Extra Skills: Addons: - Focused Howl - Iron Skin Mods: - Justified Riposte - Vengeful Riposte Inactive Mods: Battle Ready Inventory: - ≪Glowstone≫ x - ≪Teleport [Crystal]≫ x Housing Buffs: Guild Hall Buffs: - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests. - Guild Rank 5: +5% Final Experience Gain, +5% Final Col Gain Scents of the Wild Totem: Wedding Ring: Crafting Profession: - Alchemist[857exp] R7 Gathering Profession: - Forager[exp] R1 PT Skills: (185 SP Available / 115 Used / 70 PT Skills) 7x Reflective (Enemies take +7*Tier Thorns Damage on successful non-critical attacks made against you.) Edited 8 hours ago by Dracul Link to post Share on other sites
Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0 Posted 15 hours ago Author #3 Share Posted 15 hours ago (edited) Thick jungle air swallowed them as they stumbled from the temple’s corpse-breath. Ariel’s fist clenched around Suterusu’s scale—obsidian shard torn from the panther’s flank during its ambush. Cold as river stone, yet burning with predatory cunning. Her ribs throbbed a dull echo of its pulse. Millicent shuffled behind, oversized coat snagging on vines. Darius pressed a monogrammed handkerchief to his weeping burn, carrot-orange uniform trim stark against mossy gloom. "Just a sting," he murmured, eyes flicking to Ariel—quick, concerned—before fixing on the emerald choke of foliage ahead. Dracul kicked a strangler fig root, dark emerald sleeves smeared with wasp ichor. "Where’s the blasted cat? This green hell reeks of cheap theatrics." His stamina bar flickered like dying static. Ariel’s silver eyes tracked movement in the canopy. A giant cicada whirred past, wings shivering light. Vines slithered across her boots like accusing fingers. Mortha-killer, the jungle hissed. Millicent’s scanner beeped. "G-Gold dust... phase-shift residue. Leading to water." She pushed up her glasses, mimicking Ariel’s stance. Water... Waterfalls masked Suterusu’s phasing but grounded its lightning, masked its steps. The scale pulsed agreement. Clever hunter. A crushed moth-shrine lay ahead – ochre idol shattered, claw-marks raking stone. SKY-DEFILERS graffiti bled crimson across ferns. At that moment Ariel remembered: Floor 20 Boss Raid. Mortha’s wings eclipsing moonlight. The antenna’s crack as she severed it – warm sap spraying her face. The cheer of raiders. Tribal screams from below the platform. "Senses sharp," Ariel ordered, shaking off the memory. "The panther will strike from the shadows." The roar of whitewater rapids vibrated through the stone underfoot. Mist from the falls kissed Ariel’s skin. Golden eyes ignited in the falls’ spray – Suterusu, coiled on moss-slick boulders. Ariel used her new Hiding ability to go into stealth as her form dissolved into a heat-haze outline. She locked eyes with Dracul. "Draw its focus then I'll strike." Darius stepped before Millicent, hands raised in a KFM guard stance. Millicent nocked throwing daggers, knuckles white. Dracul’s weapon flared, thorns bristling along his vambrace. "Finally. Something worth my while." The jungle held its breath. Water crashed. Suterusu’s growl vibrated in their teeth. Ariel’s vanished form flowed toward the rapids like smoke. Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +0 EN Post Action: Stealth roll ID# 247652 | LD: 8 +5+1 > 9 | Success! [0]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 80/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [0]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 132/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:5 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 1300/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Spoiler That's Cute, Human | Debuff effects last half their normal duration. Stealth | Every three rounds, <<Suterusu>> will enter stealth as a free action following its attack. Using its LD, with +3 stealth rating. If the players are unable to keep track of <<Suterusu>>, it will leap from stealth on the following turn and attack, gaining a +25 damage for the attack. Also, if a 9-10 is rolled, it gains a Partial Phase, bypassing 25% Mitigation. Cunning Dodge | On a player's natural attack roll of 9, it is not guaranteed as a hit, and is still affected by Evasion and Accuracy. If the attack included the Focus attribute, this effect ignores critical rolls on a natural 8 instead. Unsteady Ground | This fight takes place on treacherous terrain with many large stones, broken statues and fallen trees scattered, giving a -1 Accuracy to every player due to the area where they are fighting. Survival Negates this effect. Edited 15 hours ago by Ariel - The Crowned Lion Link to post Share on other sites
Dracul 0 Posted 8 hours ago #4 Share Posted 8 hours ago (edited) Jungle heat pressed like wet wool against my skin. Acclimated? Ha. This green hell still reeked of peasant labor and rotting orchids. But the lioness’s vanishing act left me center stage. Fine. Let the furball learn true nobility. Focused Howl. I channelled it – not a shout, but a command vibrating in my marrow. "Face me, gutter-born shadow!" The soundwave hit Suterusu like a physical slap. Its golden eyes snapped from the mist where Ariel had dissolved, locking onto Oath’s defiant glow. Perfect. Hold that stare. It flowed down the moss-slick boulders – liquid darkness given form. Claws like obsidian shards ripped toward my throat. I sidestepped, boots skidding on wet stone. Claws whistled past my ear – pressure, not pain, but the wind of it chilled my sweat. My stamina bar thinned to a frayed blue thread. Ariel materialized behind it, silent as breath. Nihilim’s Wrath struck – SHINK! – carving a jagged canyon across the panther’s flank. Black ichor fountained, steaming where it hit the rapids. One-third of its health bar sloughed away, vibrant green fading to sickly yellow. The blade shivered in her grip – no shadowflame, but a tremor of recognition. Like when she bled that sky-moth dry. Suterusu whirled, a guttural snarl tearing from its throat. "You skulk like carrion birds!" it hissed, voice like stones grinding in a deep well. Ariel didn’t flinch. «Vanish». Her form bled back into the mist and spray, leaving only ripples in the air. The panther’s molten gaze seared into mine. "Your borrowed light dies, little lord." It lunged again, a black bolt. I parried high, Oath screaming against claws that sparked with latent lightning. My thorns spat jagged light-shards, scoring its muzzle. A droplet of yellow health vanished. "Steady, Master Dracul!" Darius called from behind a boulder. Millicent’s dagger thwipped past my shoulder, embedding in the beast’s haunch – a pinprick sting. Churning water soaked its fur, matting the inky pelt flat. Good. Drown that spark. The Focused Howl’s echo still shackled its rage to me. Ariel’s strike had drawn first blood. Now the real dance began in earnest. Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +0 EN Post Action: Focused Howl > «Suterusu» -(4) EN Both players are unaffected by [Unsteady Ground]! [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 76/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [0]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 132/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 1300/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 5 hours ago by Dracul Link to post Share on other sites
Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0 Posted 8 hours ago Author #5 Share Posted 8 hours ago (edited) Mist clung to Ariel’s heat-haze outline as Suterusu coiled, muscles bunching like storm-clouds. Dracul’s Focused Howl still vibrated in the humid air – a noble’s challenge swallowed by the rapids’ ceaseless thunder. The panther lunged, liquid shadow streaking toward Dracul’s throat. He pivoted sharply, boots skidding on moss-slick stone. Claws whistled past his ear, close enough to stir blonde strands – pressure, not contact, but the wind-rush passed his ribs. His stamina bar thinned to a frayed blue thread. Ariel emerged. Silent as canopy shade, Nihilim’s Wrath lashed upward in a silver arc – Shink! – carving a vicious furrow across the panther’s exposed flank. Black ichor fountained, steaming where it struck churning water. A brutal segment of its health bar sloughed away, the vibrant green vanishing until only trembling yellow remained near the halfway mark. The blade shivered violently in her grip – no shadowflame, but a deep tremor vibrated up her arm like recognition. Like the resonant crack when she’d severed Mortha’s antenna. This guardian shared the same ancient, divine essence. Suterusu whirled, golden eyes blazing with feral outrage. "Coward’s steel!" it snarled, voice like basalt slabs grinding deep underground. Ariel met its gaze, silver eyes glacial. "Hunters adapt." She triggered «Vanish», her form dissolving into swirling mist and river spray before retaliatory claws could find purchase. Why stir now? The sword’s weight felt colder against her hand. The Fallen enhancement remained stubbornly dormant – no shadowflame answered the panther’s divine spark – yet that tremor... it remembered Floor 20’s fallen god. A dark humor touched her thoughts: Rebellious steel. Dracul rallied, Oath’s light flaring defiantly. "Is that all, mange-pelt?" Jagged thorns bristled along his vambrace like crystalline teeth. Darius held his KFM guard before Millicent, stance rooted on unstable rock. Millicent’s knuckles whitened around a dagger, but her eyes remained locked on Suterusu’s phase-shift residue – gold dust swirling like cursed pollen in the waterfall’s downdraft. The panther circled, waterlogged fur sparking weakly. Rapids soaked its flanks, grounding the lightning in its veins. Grounded. Vulnerable. Ariel’s vanished form flowed downstream, silent and lethal. Nihilim’s Wrath hummed faintly against her hand – dormant, yet dreaming of dead gods. Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +0 EN Post Action: [SIN] ST-I > «Suterusu» Free Action: Vanish ✔️ | ID# 247680 | LD: 9+5+1 > 9 ID# 247678 | BD: 6 (3 +6-3, Hit!) | CD: 3 | [x12 +3] (32+3) = 525 -(55) MIT =470 DMG > «Suterusu» ST-II available! -(14 -2-1) EN | Well Rested 2/3 Vanish: 3/3 cd ID# 247679 | BD: 1 (Miss!) | «Suterusu» > Dracul [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 76/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:0 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [1]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 121/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 830/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 5 hours ago by Ariel - The Crowned Lion Link to post Share on other sites
Dracul 0 Posted 7 hours ago #6 Share Posted 7 hours ago (edited) Water sluiced down my armor as Suterusu circled, yellow health bar pulsing like a sickly sun. Ariel’s second strike still hung in the air – that shiver in her blade as it recognized divine flesh. My turn. RAW-A thrummed in my bones – the sword art that should spear this beast like a butterfly. "Enough skulking!" I roared, channeling Oath’s radiance into the thrust. Light gathered at the tip, sharp as a stiletto. Now. I lunged, boots digging into moss-slick rock. The panther flowed sideways like ink in water. My strike pierced empty mist where its heart had been a breath before. Oath’s light guttered out against wet stone. Failure. Utter, humiliating failure. Suterusu’s growl vibrated in my teeth. "Nobility without skill is noise," it mocked, phasing behind a waterfall curtain. Gold eyes glowed through the torrent. Millicent’s dagger thwipped past my shoulder – useless against its ghost-form. Darius shifted stance. "Patience, Master Dracul!" Patience? For this? My stamina bar trembled blue. Rapids churned waist-high, dragging at my legs. Ariel’s heat-haze flickered downstream – still stealthed, still judging. The panther’s taunt echoed: Noise. Like my father dismissing fencing practice. I triggered RAW-A again – desperate, furious. Light speared through falling water. Suterusu dissolved into gold dust before impact. The recoil hammered my ribs. Useless. Worse than useless. "Dracul!" Millicent’s warning came too late. Liquid shadow reformed. Claws raked my pauldron – pressure, not pain – but my health bar remained solid green. Thorns spat automatically. Light-shards scored its muzzle. A sliver of yellow health vanished. Small victory. The panther recoiled, snarling. Ariel’s outline tightened in the mist. Her turn. Again. Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +4 EN Post Action: RAW-A > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247681 | BD: 6 (3 +1-3, Miss!) | CD: 11 | [x2] (0) = 0 -(55) MIT =0 DMG > «Suterusu» -(2) EN [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 78/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [1]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 121/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 830/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 5 hours ago by Dracul Link to post Share on other sites
Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0 Posted 7 hours ago Author #7 Share Posted 7 hours ago (edited) Mist bled from Ariel’s form as she emerged downstream. Dracul’s failed RAW A strikes hung heavy in the air, holy light guttering against Suterusu’s phase shifts. Impatience. But his thorns had marked the target. Now. She flowed forward, Nihilim’s Wrath a silver blur. No stealth, pure speed. Shink. The blade bit deep behind the foreleg. Black ichor bloomed on wet fur like dark flowers. A brutal chunk of yellow health vanished, the bar plunging into pulsing orange. Below half. The sword hummed in her grip, no shadowflame, but smug satisfaction vibrated up her arm. Really? Ariel suppressed a snort. Rebellious mood today? It remembered Mortha’s death throes and found this panther amusing. Suterusu whirled, lightning crackling in drenched fur. "Insolent blade!" Claws ripped toward her ribs. She parried, clang, impact slamming her into a boulder. Pressure spiked her chest. Health bar solid green. Dracul intercepted. "Eyes here, stray cat!" Oath flared. Claws met his guard. Crunch. Thorns erupted in crystalline fury, shredding the panther’s shoulder. Orange health frayed crimson at the edges. Ariel would've like to Vanish again. But the skill greyed out, cooldown ticking. Trapped. She joined Darius’s defensive circle, blade cold and heavy at her side. The smug hum faded into petulant silence. Millicent’s dagger sank into Suterusu’s flank. "Stuck!" she warned as the beast shook it off. "Anchor points!" Darius called, KFM stance bracing against rapids. "Its hind leg drags!" Ariel watched water soak the panther’s fur. Grounded. Huntable. But without stealth, they stood exposed in the churning white heart of the falls. Fine. We do this raw. Rec. ID# 247682 | CD:7 | +8 EN | +4 EN Post Action: [SIN] ST-II > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247683 | BD: 9 (9 +6-3, Hit!) | CD: 12 | [x15 +3] (32+3) = 630 -(55) MIT =575 DMG > «Suterusu» TXC-V: 32 applied 1 turn! ST-B available! -(17 -2-1) EN | Well Rested 1/3 Vanish: 1/3 cd ID# 247684 | BD: 4+2 (Hit!) | 125 -(127) MIT =1 DMG > Dracul -32 HP | TXC-V -214 HP | Thorns [5]Dracul | HP: 679/680 | EN: 78/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [2]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 119/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 584/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 4 hours ago by Ariel - The Crowned Lion Link to post Share on other sites
Dracul 0 Posted 7 hours ago #8 Share Posted 7 hours ago (edited) The roar of whitewater was a living thing around us, clawing at my legs as Suterusu paced like caged lightning. Its health bar pulsed—angry orange bleeding into jagged crimson at the edges—a testament to the thorn strike that had shredded its shoulder. Pride wounded, divinity insulted. Good. RAW-A sang in my blood again, that sword art that should have skewered this overgrown cat twice already. Oath trembled in my grip, light gathering at its tip like concentrated sunlight. Brighter this time. Fiercer. I braced against the current, moss-slick stone treacherous under my boots. The panther’s golden eyes tracked my every shift, pupils slitted against the spray. "Face me properly, coward!" I snarled. Now. I lunged, thrust piercing through the waterfall’s silver curtain. But Suterusu was already moving—not dodging, flowing. Liquid shadow dissolving into mist before the light could sear it. Again. My blade struck empty air, Oath’s radiance guttering against wet basalt. Failure curdled in my throat, bitter as Kro’s vapors. The panther rematerialized to my left, claws like obsidian daggers ripping toward my face. I barely raised my vambrace in time. Impact slammed into the metal—pressure, not pain—jolting my shoulder. My health bar flickered but held solid green. Thorns spat automatically. Crystalline shards of hardened light shredded the air, scoring its muzzle. A sliver of crimson health vanished. Small comfort. Then warmth bloomed deep in my chest—passive healing, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. The dull ache in my ribs from earlier impacts faded. My stamina bar thickened, the frayed blue thread steadying into a resilient cord. Completely healed. Darius shouted approval from behind a boulder. "Unbroken, sir!" Millicent tracked the beast’s phase-shift residue—gold dust swirling like cursed pollen in the rapids’ downdraft. Ariel watched from downstream, silver eyes critical, her blade still cold. Suterusu snarled, waterlogged fur sparking weakly where lightning struggled against the drenching spray. "You hide behind borrowed thorns, little lord," it mocked, voice like grinding tombstones. "Nobility should stand alone." I smirked, Oath held steady. "I stand. You flee. Again." The lie tasted sweet. My knuckles whitened around the hilt. Father’s voice echoed: "The Dracul name demands perfection." The panther’s growl deepened. Gold eyes burned through the mist—calculating, furious. It would come again. Ariel shifted, Nihilim’s Wrath loose at her side. Her turn. Always her turn. But I held the line. Unbroken. Unbowed. The rapids churned, dragging at my resolve. Somewhere, tribal drums pulsed like a fevered heartbeat. Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +4 EN Post Action: RAW-A > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247685 | BD: 1 (1 +1-3, Miss!) | CD: 10 | [x2] (0) = 0 -(55) MIT =0 DMG > «Suterusu» -(2) EN +1 HP | BH [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 78/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [2]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 119/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 584/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 4 hours ago by Dracul Link to post Share on other sites
Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0 Posted 7 hours ago Author #9 Share Posted 7 hours ago (edited) Rapids churned waist-high around us, the falls’ thunder shaking stone. Suterusu paced like trapped lightning, its health bar a throbbing wound of orange and crimson. Dracul stood healed—Oath raised in defiant challenge, thorns gleaming like broken glass. Time to end this. Ariel dropped into Jumonji-gamae, the two-handed iai stance. Nihilim’s Wrath slid home into its scabbard with a whisper. No shadowflame stirred. Just cold steel and colder intent. Breathe. The world narrowed. Rapids slowed to viscous syrup. Suterusu’s panting breaths echoed like bellows. Millicent’s dagger hand trembled. Darius’s KFM stance rooted him against the current. Dracul’s light gilded the spray. Every ripple, every spark in the panther’s fur—catalogued. She exploded forward. Water parted in her wake, a silver comet tearing through the torrent. Shink. The blade cleared its sheath in a single crescent arc—faster than sight, colder than judgment. Steel met divine flesh. Black ichor arced, steaming where it hit whitewater. A brutal chunk of crimson health vanished. The strike’s residual force struck the riverbed. Stone screamed, splitting in a jagged scar three meters long. Still no shadowflame. The sword hummed in her grip—satisfied. Coldly professional. Finally awake? Suterusu howled, the sound shredding the falls’ roar. It whirled, lightning crackling in its drenched pelt despite the water’s grounding weight. "You!" it snarled, madness in its golden eyes. Claws ripped toward Dracul—not tactics, but rage. He parried high. Clang! The impact hammered him backward into the rapids. His health bar held solid green. Thorns erupted in crystalline fury, light-shards shredding fur and flesh. Crimson health frayed deeper, bleeding toward critical red. The panther recoiled, snarling. Its gaze darted toward dense ferns downstream—hide, recover, phase. It flowed toward cover, body dissolving into gold dust. "Residue trail!" Millicent yelled, scanner projecting shimmering vectors. "It’s bleeding!" Darius moved like quicksilver, cutting off the escape route. "Hind leg drags! Gold dust pools there!" Ariel pointed. "Flush it." The trail glittered—thick as paint on ferns and stone. Betrayed. Hunted. Grounded. The panther reformed at the jungle’s edge, cornered. Water dripped from its muzzle, mingling with ichor. Its health bar pulsed—a dying ember. Final stand. Dracul grinned, thorns bristling along his armor. "About time." Ariel raised Nihilim’s Wrath. The blade felt lighter now. Cold. Ready. The falls roared approval. Rec. ID# 247686 | CD:1 | +0 EN | +4 EN Post Action: [Ch.] ST-B > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247687 | BD: 1 (1 +6-3-1, Miss!) | CD: 12 | [x20 +3] (32+3) = 0 -(55) MIT =0 DMG > «Suterusu» ST-B available! «Kaiso no Waza: Meikyo Shisui» -(2-1) EN | Well Rested 0/3 Vanish: 0/3 cd ID# 247688 | BD: 5+2 (Hit!) | 125 -(127) MIT =1 DMG > Dracul -214 HP | Thorns Stealth ❌ | ID#247689 | LD: 2 +3 < 10 (Passive Stealth Detection) [5]Dracul | HP: 679/680 | EN: 78/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [2]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 122/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 370/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 4 hours ago by Ariel - The Crowned Lion Link to post Share on other sites
Dracul 0 Posted 6 hours ago #10 Share Posted 6 hours ago (edited) Water roared like a caged beast around my thighs as Suterusu bared its fangs, cornered at last. Gold dust bled from its flank—Millicent’s scanner projecting shimmering trails that painted its agony across the ferns. Its health bar pulsed crimson, a dying star in the emerald gloom. My turn. RAW-A surged through my veins, Oath trembling with pent-up radiance. Not desperation. Certainty. I remembered Father’s sneer at my first fencing duel: "We do not miss." The panther’s eyes mirrored that contempt—golden pits of divine arrogance. Moss-slick stone shifted beneath my boots. Rapids clawed at my balance. Steady. Light gathered at Oath’s tip, not a stiletto now but a spear of dawn. "Take this!" I roared, channeling pride into the thrust. The lunge was perfection—boots driving against riverbed rock, hips twisting, Oath’s light piercing spray and shadow. No phase-shift. No evasion. Steel met fur with a crack-hiss of searing divinity. Light exploded through Suterusu’s spine. Paralysis. The beast froze mid-snarl, muscles locking. Lightning died in its fur. Gold eyes widened—shock, then primal terror. Its health bar hemorrhaged crimson. "Now, Ariel!" The words tore from my throat. Triumph burned through me. Finally. A true strike. Tribal drums pounded in my skull—or was it my pulse? Darius cheered. Millicent’s scanner whirred, capturing the paralysis vectors. Suterusu collapsed, twitching. Water surged over its flank, dragging it toward the falls’ edge. Paralysis held. No dignity in this fall. Just wet fur and fading gold. Oath’s light dimmed, satisfaction warming my chilled hands. The recoil? A whisper. Father’s ghost silenced. Ariel moved. Not stealth. Not speed. Predatory grace. Nihilim’s Wrath gleamed—a silver scythe in the mist. She raised it. Suterusu’s eyes tracked her, pleading. Divinity begging. Pathetic. "Finish it!" My voice echoed off basalt. The panther’s paralysis would hold. Millicent traced gold dust swirling like funeral ash. Darius braced, ready to intercept any death-throe strike. The falls thundered. Time slowed. Ariel’s blade descended— Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +4 EN Post Action: RAW-A > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247690 | BD: 10 (CritHit!) | [x2] (214) = 428 -(55) MIT =373 DMG > «Suterusu» [Paralyzed] -(10) EN +1 HP | BH [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 70/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [2]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 122/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» [Paralyzed] | HP: 210/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Edited 4 hours ago by Dracul Link to post Share on other sites
Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0 Posted 6 hours ago Author #11 Share Posted 6 hours ago (edited) Silence hung like a blade above the rapids as Nihilim’s Wrath descended. Then—it awakened. Shadowflame erupted. Not the dormant cold, but violet-black fire screaming from the steel—a vengeful exhalation after years of silence. It swallowed the falling blade, howling like Mortha’s ghost. Suterusu’s golden eyes widened—not fear, but recognition. Shink. The cut was clean, but the aftermath was annihilation. Shadowflame devoured the panther’s neck, spreading faster than pixels could dissolve. Fur blackened. Muscle carbonized. The head tumbled, but the body didn’t just shatter—it unraveled, torn into screaming tendrils of shadow before vanishing. The chime echoed: «Suterusu Defeated». Brutal. Final. Where its heart had pulsed, the Mothra Key glowed—unharmed. Amber light fought the lingering shadowflame. Ariel snatched it. Warmth flooded her palm, but the key shuddered. Mortha’s essence recoiling from the shadowflame that had slaughtered its kin. Dracul froze mid-step, Oath’s light guttering. "What in the nine hells—?!" Darius shielded Millicent. "Oh dear. It seems... provoked." The blade’s fire died as suddenly as it ignited. Nihilim’s Wrath lay cold in Ariel’s grip—dormant again, but smug. You woke me for this? its silence seemed to whisper. Worthless prey. Millicent traced residual shadowflame coiling around Ariel’s wrist. "Fallen enhancement... It consumed more HP than your strike alone." Her scanner flickered. "Why now?" Ariel closed her fist around the key. Because it tasted divinity. Suterusu and Mortha—two sides of the same primal coin. The blade had hungered for both. Sunlight speared through the canopy. Ravaged stone bore witness: a jagged scar from her Iai strike, and now fern-fronds turned to ash where shadowflame had licked them. The jungle held its breath. Dracul touched his family crest. "Next is a lightning unicorn? Let’s hope your cursed sword wakes up for that." Exhaustion blunted his arrogance. «System Alert» New Quest Location Lake of Reflection Objective: Defeat Taneuma, Keeper of Storms Darius brought a map on his HUD. Coral’s sketched hamlet sat beside a vast, mirror-bright lake. "Safe zone here. The Lake of Reflection lies north. They say Taneuma’s storm makes Suterusu’s lightning look like a spark." Ariel stared upstream. Beyond these falls, Floor 22’s serenity waited—that is once of the reasons why she decided to build her estate on that floor. Taneuma’s pure voltage would test them. The key pulsed in her hand, Mortha’s essence humming a warning. Shadowflame had tasted god-flesh on many ocasions during this questline. It would hunger for Taneuma’s storm-heart too. "Travel light," Ariel ordered, sheathing the now-silent blade. "And hope it hungers." As they climbed from the rapids, thunder rumbled—foreshadowing what awaited them. The lake was calling. Rec. ID# xxxxxx | CD:x | +0 EN | +4 EN Post Action: ST-I > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247691 | BD: 6 (6 +6, Fallen proc.) | CD: 1 | [x12 +3] (32+16) = 768 -(55) MIT =713 DMG > «Suterusu» ST-B available! «Kaiso no Waza: Meikyo Shisui» -(14 -2) EN [5]Dracul | HP: 679/680 | EN: 78/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [2]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 114/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 584/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3 Loot: TOTAL COL: 1300*(3 +2CD +3prosp+1multipurpose) +5%(guild) MATERIALS: 2 Perfect T4 Consumable (2) | [247692a] | [247692b] Perfect T4 Armor/Shield (2) | [247692c] | [247692d] Final rewards: Ariel EXP: 11384 [Total]| 3792/5 *11 +2500 (Quest) +5% (Firm Anima R5) Col: 19588 [Total]| 11700 (Loot) +585 (Guild Treasury) +5500 (Quest) +871 (para lv. 5) +5% (Firm Anima R5) 2x Guild Token [Total] | 1 transferred from Dracul 1 Mon Mothra Key Perfect T4 Consumable (2) | [247692a] | [247692b] Perfect T4 Armor/Shield (2) | [247692c] | [247692d] Dracul EXP: 5810 [Total]| 3792/5 *4 +2500 (Quest) +5% (Firm Anima R5) Col: 0 [Total]| Material: 2 1 Mon Mothra Key Edited 4 hours ago by Ariel - The Crowned Lion Link to post Share on other sites
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