[Holiday Event]Gob-Gob's Training Day!

[Mirianna 1]

A chilled demeanor as she ushers past the gaggle of neanderthals that rim the ring, causing some to double back and notice her marker before taking a step away. Without a word she steps into the ring, turning around abruptly causing her long white ponytail to sway. Her right hand lowers as frost gathers from her palm. From it grows a long point of ice, an icicle sprouting from the palm of her hand. The truth was the secret to this things defense, its durability or its power if harnessed could prove to be just the trinket the group needed. If it would be so kind as to die. A lift of that produced slice of ice, before a single thrust forces it toward Gob Gob. Instead of moving, the weapon grows longer in response leaving Mirianna anchored. It slams hard into a peck muscle and snaps off at the sharpened end. Mirianna pays it nothing more then a glare, her eyes narrowing finding the fact it shunned even her attacks to be irritating. But she'd not express it, this wasn't the place for extra attention.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259275, BD: 8 | Dealing [x15 AOE-I] * 23 = 345 DMG -> 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP

WC: 186

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Mirianna | HP: 640/640 | EN: 82/82 | DMG: 21 | MIT:52 | ACC:1 | EVA:4 | FRZ-IM | FR.AURA: 16 | BH:32 | REC: 8 | FRB: 40 | FRZ: 64 | LD:1

Spoiler

Name: Mirianna of the Frost
True Tier: 4
Level: 32
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 640/640
EN: 82/82

Stats:
Damage: 21
Mitigation: 52
Accuracy: 1
Evasion: 4
Battle Healing: 32
Loot Die: 1
FRZ-IM
FR.AURA: 16
REC: 8
FRB: 40
FRZ: 64

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Pale thin of Ivory - Morana [202716o/T4/Demonic/Rapier] Freeze 2, Frostbite 2
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Violet Tunic - Sting [257226c/Tierless/Demonic/Cloth] Evasion 3, Antifreeze
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Sapphire Inset Bracelet - Frigid [254840a/T4/Demonic/Shield] Frost Aura 2, Recovery 2

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Cloth Armor R5
  - Rapier R5

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Nimble
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Athletics

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Hiroshi 1]

A cold and calculated man not normally suited for such a lack of cloud coverage. His pale white complexion and hair oozed past his armor, and as he walked a smaller sickle sharp like a scalpel is produced from his side. "I find you, perplexing, intriguing, and filled with potential." Hiroshi spoke in a wily chipper recount, the smallest tinge of joy on that tone. The good doctor wanted to know more and sate his rising curiosity. It wasn't often that such a prime subject was made available to the masses, and would be so willing to be experimented on. It was so good a lure it was drawing out all sorts of shadows from the dark eager to know more. A bloom of sickly greenish blue energy wraps itself around that weapon, and with one stroke it releases in a wave that tore through fiber and bone. But on Gob Gob it latches and is dispersed, like kindling from a fire. "Exquisite, you are beyond understanding. Don't run too far~" Hiroshi hissed, wanting nothing more then to study further.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259276, BD: 2 | Dealing [x16 TECH-A] * 21 = 336 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP

WC: 180

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Hiroshi | HP: 700/700 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 21 | MIT:159 | ACC:1 | FRZ-IM  | FR.AURA: 16 | BH:35 | VAMP-D: 70 | FRB: 40 | STC: 40

Spoiler

Name: Hiroshi, The White
True Tier: 4
Level: 32
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 700/700
EN: 102/102

Stats:
Damage: 21
Mitigation: 159
Accuracy: 1
Battle Healing: 35
Stealth Rating: -5
FRZ-IM
FR.AURA: 16
VAMP-D: 70
FRB: 40
STC: 40

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Hand Sickle - Physician [255330a/T4/Demonic/Axe] Static 2, Frostbite 2
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Sleek Grey Uniform - Mortician [254840d/T4/Demonic/Heavy Armor] Frost Aura 2, Mitigation 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Grim Bone Cage - Harvest [255805d/T4/Demonic/Heavy Armor] Vampiric Defensive 2, Antifreeze, Mitigation 1

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - TECH Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Axe R5
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Energist
  - Heavy Armor R5

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Iron Skin
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Impetus

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Teleport Crystal x1

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Rosaria 0]

A somber shove from the players she was wishing to ensnare, encouraging her to get up on stage and give it a go. In the back of her mind she was spitting fire, annoyed that she was being asked to lift a finger. But outwardly it was all smiles and honey. "I suppose I can give it a try." She spoke softly with a wink to one. Lifting her hand to have one of them help her up, she slides into the ring lifting that long black pike of hers out in front. It wasn't often she even used it, leaving most of the grunt work to her supporters and followers. The weapon illuminates in a pastel reddish pink, and with a single jab it grinds against Gob Gob's cheek not even breaking the skin. "That was fun." Rosaria chirps toward the crowd, and in her thoughts that sentence continues. You fucking idiots of course this isn't going to work, its clearly rigged.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259277, BD: 7 | Dealing [x12 TECH-A] * 21 = 336 DMG -> 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP

WC: 180

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Rosaria | HP: 640/640 | EN: 82/82 | DMG: 21 | MIT:66 | ACC:1 | EVA:2 | VAMP-D: 64 | MENDING: 2 | BLI: 32/-20  | ENV-O: 32 | FRZ: 64 | PARA-V

Spoiler

 

Name: Rosaria of the Legion
True Tier: 4
Level: 32
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 640/640
EN: 82/82

Stats:
Damage: 21
Mitigation: 66
Accuracy: 1
Evasion: 2
Stealth Rating: -1
VAMP-D: 64
MENDING: 2
BLI: 32/-20 
ENV-O: 32
FRZ: 64
PARA-V

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Long Shaft Pike - Command [257230c/T4/Demonic/Polearm] Paralytic Venom 1, Freeze 1, Blight 1, Envenom Offensive 1
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Black Leather Bodice - Lure [255694f/T4/Demonic/Light Armor] Mitigation 2, Evasion 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Queen's Regalia - Servitude [255805f/Tierless/Demonic/Light Armor] Life Mending 2, Vampiric Defensive 2

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Light Armor R3
  - Polearm R5

Extra Skills:
  - Leadership R5
  - First Aid R5

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Field Medic
  - Focus
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Inspiring Speech
  - Meticulous
  - Press the Attack

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Teleport Crystal x1

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

 

[Genma 1]

After Rosaria had her little attempt, Genma couldn't help but chuckle beneath his breath. The woman had already been a pathetic flower, unable to do anything with her own two hands. The huge goblin was almost matched in stature as Genma slid into the ring, pulling out a headsman's axe that had beheaded many of player. "Wonder if I'll leave a dent." He spoke rubbing his thumb on its polished silver edge, running it on his tongue after its sliced open. His massive paws wrap the handle tightly, pulling it high above his right shoulder. A whirling swing matched with a sharp ramp to close the gap drives that silvered edge with enough heft to make the impact sound like thunder. It connects hard enough to send a spray of sparks, right across Gob Gob's throat. Genma's aim was right, the goal of decapitation was made clear. But the thing stood, more the axe retracts and drags across its perfect skin. Genma tilts and spits off to the side. "Heh, broken game." The general spoke as he bends the ropes and leaps to a crash back into the street.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259278, BD: 5 | Dealing [x15 AOE-I] * 23 = 345 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP

WC: 189

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Genma | HP: 700/700 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 23 | MIT:127 | ACC:2 | AA | BLD-IM  | REC: 8 | BLD: 48 | LD:5

Spoiler

Name: Genma, The Reaver
True Tier: 4
Level: 32
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 700/700
EN: 102/102

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 127
Accuracy: 2
Loot Die: 5
Stealth Rating: -5
Stealth Detection: +8
AA
BLD-IM 
REC: 8
BLD: 48 

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Sliver Headsman's Axe - Sanguine [253043f/T4/Demonic/Axe] Bleed 2, Absolute Accuracy, Accuracy 1
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Giant Battlement Plate - Soldier [255694b/T4/Demonic/Heavy] Mitigation 3, Recovery 1
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Military Dog Tag - Dominate [230067a/T4/Demonic/Trinket] Insightful 2, Recovery 1, Bloodclot

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Axe R5
  - Charge
  - Energist
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Iron Skin
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Detect
  - Impetus
  - Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Teleport Crystal x1

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Tybalt 1]

"How very fun, A jolly good show Genma. Really showed them how its done~" Tybalt expressed in his wild and manic speech, causing Genma to fire a glare sinister enough to convey he was about to decapitate the clown. "It was only a jest, I am sure you tried your best." The magician folds at the waist and removes his hat. "It seems it is now my time, lets see if I will shine~" The hatter popped the cap back on his dome, leaping quite quickly to make the ring his new home. A lift of his arms, to reveal his sleeves and show there was nothing up them. But within mere moments produced a fan of cards that fly aimed to condemn. They scatter a plenty weaving all manner of death, but it would appear that gob gob would accept none and take no last breath. A sour expression claims that white mask, the magician had been robbed was it too much to ask?

"Damnable thing why wont you die!" Tybalt spat angrily, and jumping out in a huff. "I guess that is it, until tomorrow good bye."

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259279, BD: 10 | Dealing [x15 AOE-I] * 23 = 345 DMG -> 5 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 4000 EXP

WC: 189

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Tybalt | HP: 740/740 | EN: 108/108 | DMG: 23 | MIT:18 | ACC:5 | EVA:3 | BH:37 | VAMP-D: 74 | ENV-O: 32 | MAD: 12

Spoiler

Name: Tybalt, The Jester
True Tier: 4
Level: 35
Paragon Level: 4
HP: 740/740
EN: 108/108

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 18
Accuracy: 5
Evasion: 3
Battle Healing: 37
Stealth Rating: 4
VAMP-D: 74
ENV-O: 32
MAD: 12

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Steel Playing Cards - Trickery [255330e/T4/Demonic/Thrown Weaponry] Madness 2, Envenom Offensive 2
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Maroon Magician's Coat - Duplicity [254840e/Tierless/Demonic/Cloth Armor] Vampiric Defensive 2, Evasion 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Porcelain White Mask - Menace [235229a/Tierless/Demonic/Trinket] Accuracy 3, Evasion 1

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Energist
  - Light Armor R3
  - Thrown Weaponry R5

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R5

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Precision
  - Resolve
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Meticulous
  - Surprise Attack: Trickster
  - Untraceable
  - Vanish

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Hanma 1]

A scattering of weapons in her inventory, a list almost impossibly big as she continues to scroll. "Guess this one will do, some of these need repairs." Hanma taps one and a fat fuller broadsword appears out of the air. Half of her gear was destroyed by all that fuckery with Yuyang. It wasn't until things came to a head that motivations changed. Bygones were buried and yet still they held respect for one another after their cat and mouse game that had lasted a couple months. Yuyang was strong but Hanma was cunning. A lift of the rope as she'd slide inside, the blade is flicked and unfurls into a chain before snapping back into a solid piece. "Get ready green gooner." Hanma remarks blatantly, ripping the mundane little blade up and allowing it to fire away. As expected that almost metallic flesh sees the weapon turned, allowing not even a scratch on that olive green paint. "Shame, if I had my real full arsenal I could really plug your defenses."

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259280, BD: 1 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP

WC: 172

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Hanma | HP: 700/700 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 1

Spoiler

Name: Hanma, Horror's Face
True Tier: 4
Level: 35
Paragon Level: 4
HP: 700/700
EN: 88/88

Stats:
Damage: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

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:

 

[Bran 1]

Another failed attempt by even the strongest attacks that players could muster. From the rooftops Bran sat upon his perch, his own intrigue building. Attack after attack had passed by unending, so much power released upon this enemy and yet it did not seem to budge or bring it even the slightest harm. From his back a pair of tanto drawn. "This impregnable defense, how true to fact is it?" A simple thought spoken aloud to himself to allow it to stop buzzing angrily behind his cool grey eyes. "Or is it fiction?" Bran melds into the shadows, easily slipping closer without being noticed. The man with a level of precision and lethality that most could only hope to match drops a payload fit for a small battalion onto Gob Gob's head like rain. The void like shadow daggers try as they might to dig into the cretins flesh, but can dig no deeper then the skin. As if its armor was tougher then all that Bran had come to face within his entirety of Aincrad. There had never been another foe like it, virtually untouched by an assault that would leave most to dust. "I see." Bran whispers coldly, having found an answer that although was not sweet to the palette all but confirmed his suspicions all the same. 

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259281, BD: 10 | Dealing [x16 TECH-A] * 25 = 400 DMG -> 5 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 4000 EXP

WC: 220

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Bran | HP: 700/700 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 23 | MIT:44 | ACC:3 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:4 | FLN: 16 | LD:1

Spoiler

Name: Bran, The Raven
True Tier: 4
Level: 35
Paragon Level: 4
HP: 700/700
EN: 88/88

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 44
Accuracy: 3
Evasion: 4
Loot Die: 1
Stealth Rating: 5
AA
PHASE
FLN: 16

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Razor Sharp Paired Tanto - Void [202363d/T4/Demonic/Dagger] Fallen 2, Absolute Accuracy, Phase
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Ronin Shinobi Shozoku - Blend [257226f/T4/Demonic/Cloth] Evasion 3, Mitigation 1
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Mahogany Tanto Saya - Expertise [235229b/Tierless/Demonic/Trinket] Accuracy 2, Sneaky 2

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - TECH Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Cloth Armor R5
  - Dagger R5

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R5

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Nimble
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Athletics
  - Surprise Attack: Assassin
  - Untraceable
  - Vanish

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Yuyang 1]

As even more of their number descended upon but a single solitary foe, even some of their best had yet to deal the lethal blow. Yuyang sat eager and vigilant, seeing the cloth around his hands pulled tight with fervor. That enemy held strong and did not languish even under the mightiest blows, and that fact held even sweeter a taste to which he was becoming more desperate to take a bite. From his seated position, his legs would fling out to his side almost uncomfortably so. Those legs become spun like a top above, ripping him to his feet through sheer momentum and practice. Yuyang folds his hands closed to form fists, his knuckles breaking and popping from the tension applied. "Such a foe gives me new life..." A leap toward the ring and a tuck into a ball, making a couple rotations before splaying out and landing on his bandaged feet. Hoping back and forth shifting his weight between them, his hands moving to his chin with curled fingers. "A dragon who sits upon a throne waiting to be cast down, challenge me monster in ways I have not been challenged before." Yuyang springs to life, rocketing in with a streak of gold on the blade of his foot. It connects with Gob's face but the mob does not budge. The extended foot falls, and is replaced with an extension of an open palm matched with a key up to exhale. But again, nothing. Not even the slightest ounce of pain. "I look forward to the next I may face you." Yuyang slams a closed fist into his other open, taking a formal bow out of respect.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259282, BD: 10 | Dealing [x17 ST-I] * 22 = 374 DMG -> 5 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 4000 EXP

WC: 279

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Yuyang | HP: 660/660 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 20 | ACC:4 | EVA:4 | BH:26 | BLD: 48  | BLI: 32/-20  | FRB: 40 | STC: 40 | LD:1

Spoiler

Name: Yuyang, The Fist
True Tier: 4
Level: 32
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 660/660
EN: 102/102

Stats:
Damage: 20
Accuracy: 4
Evasion: 4
Battle Healing: 26
Loot Die: 1
Stealth Rating: 5
BLD: 48 
BLI: 32/-20 
FRB: 40
STC: 40

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Mundane White Wraps - Dragon [255309c/T4/Demonic/Handwraps] Bleed 1, Blight 1, Static 1, Frostbite 1
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Red Cloth Blindfold - Victory [235229c/Tierless/Demonic/Trinket] Evasion 1, Sneaky 3
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - White Cloth Bandage - Crush [235229d/Tierless/Demonic/Trinket] Accuracy 2, Evasion 2

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - ST Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R4
  - Energist
  - Martial Arts R5
  - Unhindered

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R5

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Surprise Attack: Trickster
  - Untraceable
  - Vanish

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Teleport Crystal x1

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Ecstasy 0]

In her travel gear, not normally one to get wrapped up in all the little side hustles players found themselves stuck in. Grinding wasn't really her bag, nor was all the events and crap that players loved doing. But she wouldn't argue with an easy payday. If this dude goes down, free cash? The woman thought reading the little sign. From her waist she pulls out a small device which unfurls into a small hand held crossbow. The pull of a trigger sees but a singular bolt ring out and glance off the big goblin's dome, leaving just about everything to the imagination. The thing doesn't even seem to notice it was just shot, nor be the slightest bit bothered. "Well I tried, good enough." With that she pulls a latch and has the thing fold back together, leaving the bolt to lay on the floor in the ring. She'd be back to try again tomorrow, albeit from outside the ring. There was no way in hell she was stepping into it with that thing.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259283, BD: 8 | Dealing [x6 ST-I] * 5 = 30 DMG -> 3 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 600 EXP

WC: 175

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Ecstasy | HP: 40/40 | EN: 22/22 | DMG: 5

Spoiler

Name: Ecstasy
True Tier: 1
Level: 2
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 40/40
EN: 22/22

Stats:
Damage: 5

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Hand Crossbow [Vanity]
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Projectile Weaponry R2

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Teleport Crystal x1

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[HUSH 0]

The pop of a bubble from her lips has it deflate with a *pap*, allowing her to suck it back into her face. "So what's the beef chief?" The woman goads leaning  on the nearest living arm rest she could manage. "Is this goblin, just appeared and is challenging players to take him down." HUSH's eyes light up sporting stars, giddy and sporting a smile beyond where most could stretch. "Sound's pretty lit, anyone have any luck yet?" Her line of questioning continues, sending the guy to tilt away from her finding her to be a bit jarring. "Oh come on, give me the down low..." The pitch of her voice becoming deep and sluggish to convey it before another pop of bubble gum escapes her lips and she plays with his cheeks. "Not yet, dudes tougher then shit." Fanning away her hands to rescue his face. Without warning she does a half cartwheel and from her hand springs straight into the air. Landing square, she wiggles like a dancer and slinks back to neutral. "Pretty big aren't ya?"

*pop*

Appearing around Gob Gob who stood stationary like a statue, she began to squeeze his biceps and inspecting his gaze. Moving around almost cartoonish like as she investigated its features. "Well dang dude, guess I'll give it my best." Reaching into her collar she pulls up a black mask to conceal the lower half of her face. Her arms both raise high above her head, and with a twirl she rips a pair of kusarigama as her attire changes in the most sailor moon costume change montage. They are ripped down to her side, curled point toward the floor. "If I rock your world hot stuff, got to promise to call me later." A wink as the faint outline of her smile slinks through her mask. Collapsing low like a dropped napkin, she vaults straight into the air with out much effort. Dropping in a twirl like a razor edged top, she collides with both allowing a flash of a silverish purple to rip away at its skin. The blades rip clean from her hands, bouncing on the mats. "You weren't kidding, best of luck." She quips removing the mask from her mouth, as the bubble starts to grow with a blow. Her weapons vanish one after another, blinking out like fading starlight. 

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259284, BD: 3 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP

WC: 393

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Active:
Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP/Col reward

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HUSH | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

Spoiler

Name: HUSH
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

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:

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[Izanami 0]

The black haired woman Aira rubs the outside of the glass sphere where the canine's skull is contained, bathing her in a purplish black flame as she does. "Only for a moment, they are trying so hard Barghest" the woman sequestered the specter within the globe. That flame grows to consume her, and seems to focus at the ends of her fingertips as they turn black as well as a space on her head and back. Forming into bone like claws and wolf ears, a spine drawn as a set of wolf like tails begin to protrude from her backside. The woman can feel the bestowed power surge through her, the cardinal creature providing its boon in a given union. The sphere itself burns hot in deep purple blight, and with a lift of her hand it floats as if with a life of its own. "Thank you for your support. Now lets try to help them." Izanami asks as she takes in all the new sights and smells from her heightened senses. Her agility and strength on blast, she easily bounds over the ropes and lands square on both legs and jabbing serrated claws from her left into the mat. Her globe spins around her before resting in a hover above her right palm. "You shall rot like all other foes, as swiftly as leaves in autumn." Izanami decrees as if resolute and sure. The sphere is thrust and bounds out, recoiling off Gob Gob's pectoral and bouncing off one of the ropes. Guided straight back it burns dastardlier in purple flame, eager to spread its decay as it slams into the side of the god kings skull. Straight up before it recoils unnaturally back to hover above Izanami's palm. "No effect, I don't think its working Barghest." Normally this power was more then enough to overcome her inadequacies, yet here it seemed to be frivolous and useless. Her attempt was through, and with the ding of a bell she is replaced just as quickly.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259285, BD: 1 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP

WC: 335

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Izanami | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

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Name: Izanami
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

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[Haze 0]

Having already overheard that Genma had been bested by this boss, Haze was already right as rain and ready to give it a go. Anything that was actually able to give Genma a run for his money was already alright in her book. Squaring up with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, she cracks her knuckles through the red mma gloves stuck to her hands. "Going to stay up if I give you my all, right?" Haze replied bombastically to its gaze, to which it pays but a single slow nod. "Good, then I won't hold BACK!" Within a mere instant her feet spread and curl, her fists wind back and become a sharp sapphire blue. Like a heat seeking missile, that fist comes out full force and collides hard enough to shatter steel. The following crash threatens to break the arena as it shakes feverishly, and another blow from her threatens to make the audience's ears bleed from the impact. Even still as her knuckles buzzed with excitement, Gob Gob remained stationary and immovable. "Teach me your secrets, I wish I could take a punch like you." Haze responded truthfully, wiggling her hands to release the numbness. She was going to be back tomorrow, she wanted to know how he was that solid.

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/13/25) - ID: 259286, BD: 5 | Dealing [x1 Basic] * 1 = 1 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+200 EXP} = 200 EXP

WC: 215

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Haze | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

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Name: Haze
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

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