[PP-F4 & F5] The Gathering of Osmium (Moartea & Life)

[Moartea 0]

As Moartea yet again was on the fourth floor, he and a guild member from the Crimson Inquisition, Life. Were going on a private material hunt for two types of Osmium ores, White and the regular kind, as he was going to make two armors from them, Moartea had high hopes for this mission as before he came here, he got some information about the ores and found that White Osmium can be found at the north corner of the floor. And the original Osmium is found in the western caverns from the town there, Moartea had all his gear set up, his Slate grey eyes scanning the area.

 

As his long jet black hair was somewhat kept back, his bangs were the only thing that were in in his face, as the rest were in some hairpieces at the back of his head, but it is noted that these hairpieces are not kenseikan, not like the ones he usually wears. As his was in his mens black denim fashion coat with copper buttons, a white collared dress shirt. A pair of navy blue denim jeans, and a pair of black leather dress shoes. As Fenris was upon his waist the rather large Curved Sword, was in its leather wrapped sheathe as he yet to draw it out once, the sword had a frightening handle that was showing and the guard itself was distorted and evil like. As he waited by the fountain, he adjusted his waist as Fenris made a low growl as it shifted in the sheathe, "Silence you, not until we battle." He proclaimed as he waited for Life to show up.

[Life 0]

L emerged from the dark on the cold floor four, it seemed to be a fairly popular floor as it held many treasures and good fortune. The light shone onto the snow covered branches and leaves casting a shadow unto his pale face. Since coming to SAO he had changed a considerable amount. He wore a pitch black light metal leather coat with the fur of an Alpha wolf lined inside the inner workings of the coat and frilled out at the top. He was also in possession of a wooden pendant that glowed with the ever green heart of the forest. Though there was no blood to be found, he reeked of it, casting the impression of a cold dead killer.

 

However this was nothing more than an image, an illusion used to strike fear into his enemies, anyone who joined the crimson inquisition soon found themselves the same as he. It wasn't a boast of power but more of an aura of wisdom and experience which demanded respect. The crimson inquisitions co-second in command and ultimate strategist, Reddo-Ippan Life. "Anyone who isn't prepared to die for the sake of others is not fit to join a front line guild, let alone claim the sanctuary from one. You must not only be strong in your mind and body, but also in your heart" He quoted his first words to all new guild applicants although he knew Moartea was more than fit. "It's good to see you Blood-Smith Moartea" 

 

His amber eyes seemed to give off a warmth as well as his messy wavy hair that fell gently in front of his face, any effects that the snow had on him seemed non existent. His stance was relaxed but tense at the same time, standing at 6'2 he was a strange sight for most considering players his age (16) where still growing and maturing themselves. He reached out to Moartea for a handshake with an open hand. Funnily enough despite everything they had heard about each other or thought about each other, this was their first official greeting. 

[Moartea 0]

Moartea standing at 6'1 looked up to see the man he heard so much about, as he saw him reach for a handshake as this was rather a new thing for him. he usually just bows to his father and other bow to him, never has he had a person shake his hand, as he grabs Life's hand and firmly grips it. "Tis a pleasure to finally meet you good sir, Life I presume, so hath thou readied for the gathering of materials?"  His voice rather deep and adult like, as his Romanian accent bursts through his lips and assaults Life's ears, as Moartea releases his guild members hand and places his hand on Fenris pummel. The sword making the same growling sound, and Moartea glanced doe at the rather large blade, "Forth right, must you be daft blade, silence, your thirst for battle will come soon enough." He said, as his speech pattern was rather old fashion, and aristocratic, as Life knew nothing about his life in Romania or him being the son if the previous Duke of Romania, Transylvania. 

 

The snow falling down upon Moartea and he noticed Life's attire, "My my, you have such a exquisite outfit there Life, I too favor fashious clothing like yours." He said as his Slate grey eyes seemed to give off no emotion, nor did his expression on his face change, it stayed a blank doll like state, as he cracked his neck and readied himself for the mission, as he looked over at Life. "I took the liberty of finding the locations of the materials we are gathering, White Osmium, and original Osmium, White Osmium is on the north region of this floor in a minig field, and the Osmium is upon floor five in a cavern in the Western region." "Now are thou prepared?" He asked his comrade, as he to was ready for this material gathering.

[Life 0]

He lifted an eyebrow as he heard the unique tongue of the mysterious man. He was used to reading such words regularly but for someone to actually speak them baffled him. It reminded him of an aristocratic character which he had read about in one of his many books he loved. The mans touch was cold and his face seemed to be in a constant cold state. When he heard the remark about his clothing he couldn't help but let a half suppressed laugh escape him "Well yes thank you. I can also see that you do too" When he spoke it was in a very light hearted manner, he didn't mind easing up around him. "It's rather cold, but i suppose that is to be expected from floor four" 

 

He listened to the rest of Moarteas debriefing and closed his eyes letting out a calm sigh. "Very good, we can begin then" He opened them and looked off into the distance. "If i remember correctly we might have to do a bit of hiking. I got my pure osmium for my flyssa blade on floor 9 and the caves seemed to be imbedded into the cliff tops" He dreaded climbing, and he dreaded mining even more or just about any manual labour hoping that the osmium would be somewhere easier to obtain on floor 4 and 5. He used to do it on a regular basis on his fathers farm but since coming to SAO he had become rather lazy which showed in his fighting style if you could call it a style. "Lead the way"

[Moartea 0]

Moartea led Life onward down the path as he kept a constant eye out for anything that may jump out this was his first material hunt that he had. And was hoping to get the materials he was wanting, as he eyes Life slightly, and turned his head, "May I be forth right to ask, what manner of status do thou hold, as I am unaware of the current rankings, for I have been spending much time in the Forge." "True as the Bloodsmith, I should know my guild more, but Forging excites me, the smell of burning wood" "The sound and feeling of the ore shaping to my will, and the results of my hard earned work." He said as he pointed at Fenris, the sword around his waist, the large curved sword seemed rather large for most other one handed curved blade reaching 54 inches in total length. As Moartea didn't draw it from the sheathe as he was awaiting for battle to do so, when he looked up, he saw a fork in the road and sighed, as he opened his HUB and looked at the map seeing how he must stay on the path. He marked the location and a gold line trail only he could see appeared on his vision HUD, and he followed it. 

 

As he walked abit more, he felt the cold and he loved it so, "I love this weather, don't thou enjoy the bitter snap of the breeze, the icy drag of the snow flakes as they caress ones cheek and melt into a tear from the heavens?" "I sure do, reminds me of home, and how I can't wait to return there." He said, Life still not knowing about who he is, or his origin, as Moartea would tell, only if he felt as he needed. 

 

-OOC: Work time mate Ciao- 

[Life 0]

As they walked Moartea seemed to want to ask something of him. He met his eyes and listened carefully, smiling when he talked about his passion for smithing.  "Im glad to see you love your profession, i can see it bares fruit" He looked at Fenris awkwardly not sure how to feel about such a demonic blade. "As for my ranking, well i suppose you should know. I am the Reddo-Ippan, co-second in command however it seems my co-partner in second in command has disappeared for quite some time. Im the ultimate but not leading strategist, the leading strategist would be Kazuya the crimson tactician, however i am more so than Kazuya although he doesn't like to admit it. My rank proves my skill with a blade and my wisdom with words, something Kazuya also likes to contest. When Argumail, our Rahoul isn't around, Im in charge. I am also the spokes person for our guild, i communicate with other guilds such as the Guardians of Aincrad and discuss pressing manners" He sighed in frustration as he thought about the arrogance of Kazuya. L was someone who barely put effort into battles though he's never lost, some come to know him as the formless vanguard. 

 

As they walked past the fork in the road he too felt the cold. He didn't care much for weather but if he had to choose a temperature to live with it would be the cold. "Yes i do enjoy the cold, it reminds me of better times.." He then began to hum a poem he had heard before becoming trapped inside the death game, it was an old poem his mother used to sing him before she left his father and died.

 

"Timeless thoughts of a winter's stare;
eyes gazing over a landscape bare.

Memories drift on a blustery breeze;
dying light ushers in the freeze.

Reaching out for a grasp on the present;
stillness sets in, alone, and desolate.

Future unknown, outcome uncertain;
brilliance shadowed by a drawn curtain.

Path now set, laid before me known;
closing light now emanating from home.

Enter my homestead, heart filled with glee;
two eyes of the future peering upward at me.

Trusting in him to forge forward until fulfilled;
Basis of strength, values I have instilled.

A weary mind at last permitted to rest;
reflecting on the realization of how I am blessed."

 

[Moartea 0]

Moartea was to see a fellow scholar in the art of poetry, and he chuckled slightly, giving off a smile, "Tis a rare sight to see another person who can recite poems." "I tend to keep most of my work in secret though as I like only certain people to hear them, maybe one day you'll hear them, but for now we have a task to complete." He said as he flipped through his HUD and entered his inventory and pulled out a item he recently crafted before coming onto this mission, he was going to pull it out before hand. But was unsure if he could stand such weight, but now he didn't care, as he would need to get use to the item one way or another. As he clicked on the icon and a enormous tower shield appeared on his left arm, the gold and black grey shield covered all his left arm. And was fitted along his arm, as it moved parallel wit his arm, as he turned his body, the shield sported a demonic beast like face in the intricate design of the shield. He gave Life a blank look and tapped the shield as his only armor on his person, and he returned to his scouting, as he was on the right path and looked up and saw the gold trail went into a zig zag motion, and he sighed.  

 

He turned to Life, "I see, so you are on of the seconds in command, the work must be tiresome, I do hope I never rise in the ranks, as I prefer to be the Bloodsmith of the guild." "I don't need more work than I already have, but I don't mind seeing how my career fares, after this mission is done, I will craft those armors, but I might have time before that is done, as I had a customer come in for a weapon." Moartea said as he was rather struck with disappointment from his last crafts, as they both were somewhat of unexpected creations. And he was wanting to make that weapon for Zeke, but enough of that, he turned his head and followed the path, that was a zig zag pathway, and he came up to a large blockage and he groaned. "Tis such a bother, why doth this trail lead me to a more difficult direction, never the less I hope these Osmium ores are worth the trouble." "Life may I ask a favor, when ever the guild goes on regular material ops, would you by chance have them gather Osmium ore, as I wish that to be our material standard, as it stands Osmium is the densest naturally occurring material I know of." "And to would serve the guild if our weapons or armors were heavy, it should vbe said that we are as our gear makes us, strong and heavy." Moartea said as he began to climb the rock face, as best he could as this was rather more difficult that is looked.

 

-OOC: Item equipped-

Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: 1 DMG to foe on BD roll of 6-8, when attacking Moartea

[Life 0]

He smirked and looked back at Moartea "It is a fine metal indeed, i used it to craft this blade however it is of slightly lower quality" He pointed to his Flyssa which dangled by his side off the hilt. "I'll make sure to make osmium a priority on all our expeditions then" he looked at his tower shield, it was rather large and clunky for someone like him. L didn't like shields at all, he felt they were too cowardly. As they continued down the path they came to a halt, he looked around for a moment and lowered his knees, he was trying to feel the ground for vibrations. He then stood back up and shook his head "That was very odd, i thought i felt something of large mass vibrating the ground. Could be just a tremor.." He looked back at Moartea unsure. "How long do we have to go?" He double checked his gear to make sure it was all there. His Shinigami arm-guards hummed in anticipation ready to snare its next victim, they seemed to suck the light out of everything around it.

 

He thought hard for a moment "I've been thinking of becoming an artisan. Our guild currently has non and i think that having an Artisan blood technician would do the guild a great service. I've seen some works of other Artisans, they can make some very fine crafts like this pendant" He pointed to his chest, it wasn't made by an Artisan but he knew a few that could replicate it easily. It was a wooden pendant that had a deep green glow to it, illuminating its surrounding almost like a foil to his Shinigami arm-guards. He bit down on his lip as he began to contemplate a great deal of many things. "I was thinking of using a special type of stone called red beryl and red diamonds, they're extremely rare as regular gems but the impurities in the stone can cause it to change colour thus giving it a deep crimson tinge if the infection is large enough it will take over the whole body of the crystal"  He started to play around with a red diamond he found after slaying the mighty Avalanche on this very floor. 

[Moartea 0]

Moartea felt the tremor as well, as he stopped and placed his hand on the ground and closed his eyes. As he felt it again, fainter than before, as he looked up at Life and frowned. "That's no ordinary tremor, careful now, we may have company later." He said with a grin on his face and continued to walk, and he listened to Life, "A profession?" "Thou may need'eth to consult the Profession Adviser for that, as he could help you out, and with what luck thou is looking at him." He said as Argumail did put him in charge of picking out people to fill the professions for the guild, and he looked about as he saw the field in the distance, "There, that be'eth the location the trail leads me to." Moartea said as he opened his HUD and pulled out two pickaxes and tossed one to Life, "Now White Osmium is a greyish sliver colour when in the deposit, but once mined it becomes pure as the snow that falls from the heavens." He said as he walked to the fields and saw nothing, not monster wise though, as this was odd, more than odd, it was not right and he knew as they were finish here they would be in for a battle. 

[Life 0]

He gripped the handle of his blade as the wind seemed to howl. "We better get a move on, i don't think it's safe to stay around here too long" He caught the pick axe and gripped it firmly in his hand. "There should be some ore around here somewhere... ah here we go" He scanned the area carefully as he spotted a small grey vain of ore where the snow had yet to cover. He walked over to it and wiped some of the snow off with his foot and began to swing at the ore. "This is a lot easier to obtain than the crude osmium i found in the mountains" Some osmium gave in as the vain completely disappeared and the material popped up in a menu. 'Do you accept' He clicked yes and the first ore was officially mined. "Is that all for the white osmium?" He looked at Moartea unsure of where they would go next.

 

~Material Obtained: White Osmium

• Rolled a 19 on the d20 (loot) dice.

[Moartea 0]

As Moartea looked around, as Life called out to him, he shook his head as he wanted to find and obtain one ore of White Osmium before they moved onward, and even then he was going to need a lot if he wanted to try and make a armor for himself. As he looked around, and picked up a rock, he closed his eyes and tossed the rock into the air, and smacked it with the head of the pickax, and the shards hit the area, as he heard a loud "plink" and he dashed at the location he heard, and then he saw it, a grey vein to mine at. As he picked up the pickax and brought it to his head he then found a spot to mine and he swung it downward and watched to see if the ore cracked off.

 

Edit: And as he hit the deposit, the rock shattered and the vein disappeared, as the ore fell and he picked it up and placed it into his inventory. As he looked at Life and smiled. "Aye, now we may head towards the fifth floor to gain the regular Osmium, now left us be off." He said in his regal voice, and began to walk with Life, back towards the town, to set off to floor five.

 

-Loot Attempt-

 

 

 

• Rolled a 2 on the d4 dice.
• Rolled a 6 on the d6 dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d8 dice.
• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (mob) dice.
• Rolled a 5 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 18 on the d20 (loot) dice

 

 

 

[Rolled a 18]

[success: One White Osmium Ore gained]

[Life 0]

The quakes grew heavier and louder reaching a large pinnacle but soon subsided. "I think we should get going" A sudden burst of wind came out from sky as a giant ice dragon flew over them breathing out a blast of cool chilling wind at the two. "Moartea!" He dashed to his side  and tackled him to the floor. The snow where they were standing froze solid to ice. "That was close... do you think we can take it?" The dragon scowled at the two. It had pale blue scales and twisted horns. It's tail was long and thinned out into a spear like end, its claws seemed to be incased in ice as well as its teeth. Its wings were huge each one larger than its own body it also seemed to have a scar underneath it on its belly. 

 

~Life: 19/19

~Moartea: 17/17

 

~Ice Dragon: 50/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

 

• Rolled a 2 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 1 on the d10 (mob) dice.

[Moartea 0]

When Moartea saw the dragon come upon them, and Life asking him if they could take it, he gave a smile. "Just who the hell do you think I am, I am the mighty Moartea, son of Duke Alexandru Cătălin Mitulescu Kasier, of Romania, Transylvania." "I am a Kaiser, we never run from a battle, now prepare for battle Life." He said as his pride was showing forth and he drew Fenris, the monstrous blade howling as it was removed from the leather sheathe, and the wind of the dragons wings just agitated Fenris and made  her roars louder, as they finally were the sound that was heard over the sound of the dragons wings. Moartea then pulled his arm up and rushed at the dragon, his shield protecting him and he dashed under the beast and jumped, he spun and swiped at the dragons belly, where the scar was.

 

Edit: As his attack landed a his, he laughed as it roared in pain, and he landed on the ground, only to hear a sound he didn't like, a crackling sound, and he felt a blast of ice and snow hit him. And he went flying back and he slammed into the ground, seeing a paralyze icon appear, and he grunted, his body unable to move, but he did do some damage to the beast.

 

-Party-

Life: 19/19

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) Paralysis: 2 turns.

 

-Moartea's Stats-

Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG

Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.

Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 46/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

(-4 HP): Moartea's attack

 

-Moartea's Combat System-

[1]: Epic Miss: Nothing can change this result

[2-5]: Miss

[6-8]: Strike: One base point of damage dealt

[9]: Natural Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra one point dealt

[10]: Natural Hyper Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra two points deal 

 

~Results~

 

-Dice Rolls-

ID: 1022

BD: 7 (+2): 9 (Non natural Crit, not extra damage) 

CD: 6

LD: 9

MD: 10

 

[Rolled a 7+2: 9] (Non natural Critical)

[One base point of damage, plus extra one point of damage on Moartea]

[Plus two points of extra damage on Ice Dragon] (+1 point extra damage, Fenris. +1 point extra damage, from One-Handed Curved Sword skill Rank 1. )

[Negated one point of damage from Ice Dragon, Heavy Metal Equipment: Rank 1]

[Total Damage dealt: 3]

[Life 0]

L smiled at Moarteas enthusiasm only to try to contain his laughter as L watched as Moartea was flung across the snowy plains. "Moartea!" The dragon flew over his body to deal a fatal blow but he jumped in front of it swinging his blade at the beasts muzzle slashing its nostrils. The beast roared in rage as it recoiled in pain from his strike. "You're not so tough" He smirked and swung his blade around cockily warming up for his next strike. "Sit tight, i'll show you how it's done" He slowly stepped towards the beast, he was itching to slay his first dragon. 

 

 

~Attack Success!

~Enemy attack failed!

 

-Party-

Life: 19/19 

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) Paralysis: 2 turns.

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 38/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

 

ID: 1023

[Moartea 0]

As Moartea to move his body. he couldn't as he was still paralyzed, ~Blasted beast, I'll kill you myself.~ He thought in his head, as he saw Life your forth, and he smiled. "Knock it out of the sky, make it come to our terrain, thine wants it to feel fear, let us slay it and claim our rewards." He said, as his speech pattern was laxing abit, as he was feeling more comfortable around Life. As Moartea watched his previous attacks and knew that Life was a warrior and should not be taken lightly. 

 

-Party-

Life: 19/19

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) Paralysis: 1 turns.

 

-Moartea's Stats-

Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG

Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.

Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 38/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

(-4 HP): Moartea's attack

(-8 HP): Life's arrack

[Life 0]

L continued forward staunching the beast with his blade as it flew up into the air. It circled around him and dove down to strike with its long spear like tail. L simply rolled to the side dodging the beasts attack and slicing the tip of the beasts tail off "I thought you'd be quicker than that" He smirked and jumped back beside Moartea as the beast flew back into the air screeching in anger, calling for vengeance. He gripped his blade tight and looked down at Moartea "You alright?" He smiled and lowered his stance awaiting the beasts next move.

 

~Attack Success!

~Enemy attack failed!

 

-Party-

Life: 19/19 

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) Paralysis: 2 turns.

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 31/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

 

ID: 1069

[Moartea 0]

Moartea nodded as he felt the paralyzing effect of the dragon, he was helpless to move, his body not responding. As he struggled to crawl into a bush, at least someplace to hide until the de-buff wore off. But alas he was un able to move, as he looked up at the dragon once more, "Life, slice the wings, make it come to the ground, it will give use the upper hand." He said, as he gripped Fenris tightly, making sure when his paralyzing de-buff wore off he would charge inward and attack then.

 

 -Party-

Life: 19/19

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) Paralysis: 0 turns.(Wears off next turn, then I shall fight.)

 

-Moartea's Stats-

Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG

Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.

Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 31/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

(-4 HP): Moartea's attack

(-8 HP): Life's attack

(-7 HP): Life's attack

[Life 0]

He looked back at moartea as he spoke "I guess that would be rather effective" He swung his blade around trying to get the beasts attention, it screeched back at him and bombed down, L tumbled again to the side evading its attack aiming for its wings this time. The beast was craftier than that though, at the end of its bomb it expanded its wings knocking L back and soaring into the air. L struggled to get back up in the snow and it went down for another strike, he raised his blade to block but the Dragon simply breathed out a large cone of ice freezing his lower body in place "Ugh, this is getting a lot harder that i thought" He grimaced and looked over at Moartea "your turn" He spoke in an uplifted and hyper tone, seemingly not bothered by the attack. 

 

~Attack failed!

~Enemy attack perfect critical success!

 

-Party-

Life: 15/19 - paralysis: 2 turns

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) 

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 31/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

 

ID: 1667

[Moartea 0]

Moartea now feeling the effects of the paralyzing cold fade away, he punches his fist into the ground making it crack and shatter as his fists where glowing violet, as he activated his <<Martial Arts>> skill that moment, and he rose slowly from the ground. As his Slate grey eyes now dull as he held up his shield and bolted at the dragon, seeing the tail come at him, he tilted his body slightly, and went to slash at the limb that was in front of him. 

 

Edit: As his attack failed and the tail slide from his reach, Moartea walked towards the dragon and pointed his blade at it, "Doth thou have'eth the slightest idea, who thou is dealing with?" "Thine is a Kaiser, I shall not fall in battle to the likes of you, now beast, come at thee!" "I shall take all that thou throws at thee, now Life, use thines shield!" He said as he spun and held up his shield as a ramp for him to use.

 

-Party-

Life: 15/19

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1)

 

-Moartea's Stats-

Fenris: +2 ACC||+1 DMG

Magnus Tower Shield: Thorns: Opponent takes 1 point of damage on BD roll of 6-8 when attacking the wearer of this item.

Heavy Metal Equipment Rank 1: +1 D/R (Negates one point of damage)

One-Handed Curved Sword Rank 1: +1 DMG (Causes single extra point of damage)

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 31/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10

(-4 HP): Moartea's attack

(-8 HP): Life's attack

(-7 HP): Life's attack

 

-Moartea's Combat System-

[1]: Epic Miss: Nothing can change this result

[2-5]: Miss

[6-8]: Strike: One base point of damage dealt

[9]: Natural Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra one point dealt

[10]: Natural Hyper Critical: One base point of damage, plus extra two points deal 

 

~Results~

 

-Dice Rolls-

ID: 1901

BD: 3 (+2): 5 (Miss)

CD: 7

LD: 11

MD: 4

 

[Rolled a 3+2: 5] (Miss: Faliure)

[No damage done]

[Dragon missed attack]

[Total Damage dealt: 0]

[Life 0]

He wasn't all too sure what would happen from that point onwards in the battle. He knew he was paralysed and would have to wait until his timer was up, he had faith in Mortea however to take care of the beast himself. "Go you majestic warrior you" He laughed at his own joke until the cold started to pierce into his bones and began to cough and wince in pain. 

 

-Party-

Life: 15/19 - paralysis: 1 turns

Moartea: 16/17 HP (-1 DMG: HME: R1) 

 

-Enemy-

Ice Dragon: 31/50 - two damage - Paralysis(2) on rolls 9,10