SP-F2 Hunting and Training.

[London 0]

London was walking through Urbus with it's medieval-esque city, the rocky mountains surround it. London was primarily on the second floor so he could begin training, he needed to get stronger after all. If he didn't, how would he be able to help on the front lines as only level 6 or 7. He saw other people say there were going to do that but he thought not much of it, Even if they did survive, they wouldn't have fought anything of gargantuan strength, if they did they would have been killed easily. That or they were and they just hung back as a support member. It wouldn't surprise me, I'll probably end up apart of the support squad at first as well. I need to get stronger....and get some better weaponry. London decided to take a break from exploring the city of Urbus and decided to lean up against a wall, next to the opening of an alley way.

[London 0]

London looked down at his equipment. He was wearing a black layered and inky light armor piece, it resembled the shadows quite well which he liked it also had a couple of rivets or studs around the neck hole and it had a hood. Underneath that was his beginner black cloth clothing, the black long sleeves of the shirt coming out of his armor's arm holes. He looked more like an assassin than a duelist currently, he was fine with that but he needed to get himself a nice black coat to go along with it, possible leather so it's light yet battle ready. As you can tell, London likes the color black. He looked over at his left side, his rapier was resting silently in it's holder. I need to get a new rapier... He began my current equipment in terms of armor is quite nice right now...but this rapier is becoming a bit weak. I need something stronger...and soon. Perhaps something night related...I need to take Oikawa up on his offer relatively soon. If I find a rapier out in the forest while training or hunting then I'll turn it in for later use to him I suppose. He continued to run through past events, he was wearing other than that, just basic dark pants and black shoes.

[London 0]

London thought that was enough thinking. He pressed himself off the wall with an oomph. He began to head towards the city gates of Urbus so he could go hunting. That was why he came to the second floor in the first place. He found it strange how he's become some sort of a hunter for the time being. With an odd choice of weapon for that as well. Just wait...He thought, Once I start fighting humanoid monsters my skill will really start to shine.

[London 0]

London began to head towards the city gates. He put his hands in his pockets. The city was bustling with npcs and player alike. Crowds funneled occasionally, it held a hustle and bustle feel about it as he slipped by people in the market. I believe if I keep straight I'll head straight to the left of the city gates, might turn slightly but that's nothing really. He continued to walk as the ambient voices and noises filled the streets and alley ways.

[London 0]

London began to pass the blacksmith section of Urbus, the clanking of steel could be heard ringing out into the streets. London stopped to look in the window of one of the forges. The fire of the forge was blazing, roaring as it engulfed the steel put in them and after they were heated, the blacksmith took the steel from the forge and put it on the anvil, bounding at it. There was a moment of pause as the blacksmith wiped his brow and watched anxiously at the molten steel. It began to take shape into a nice longsword, the sides of the steel towards the hilt morphs into a beautifully forged cross guard. The pommel swells at the bottom. So that's how smithing works in this game...strange...

[London 0]

London stepped away from the window and started to head out towards the city gates again. The roaring of the fire still at his back. He passed by the crowds of people in the market, sliding through the waves of people. He wasn't the biggest fan of all these people but what could he expect? This was the market after all. He passed by a couple of people clad in armor. Mercenaries...I think. They are in heavy armor but last time I checked, there weren't knights in this game...Actually, There may be. This was a kingdom like city...and it is the blacksmith section. He disregarded the thought and kept on moving.

[London 0]

London turned a few more corners, Why must ever city feel like a maze the first time someone runs through it?  Finally, London found the city gates. "Bloody finally...."London breathed as he began to head off out of the city onto the rocky path. London grew a bit bored as he walked, looking back and forth. He hummed a tune, it had a heavy beat but nice and rhythmic feel, akin to rock or punk music. He strummed his leg as he walked. The fields downward were a luscious green, contrasting with the emerald trees he was going to met as he descended from the rocky stairway.

[London 0]

London looked up, the blazing sun was still high up in the blue sky, only a few clouds blemished it's otherwise clear complexion. He looked straight again and stopped in front of the woods. He was still for a moment. This is the first time I'll be fighting anything other than something on floor 1...I wonder what is in there....probably deer...wolves...maybe a bandit or two, monster kind of course, not that I wouldn't face a npc or real player bandit but I'd like to stay green until at LEAST level 15....hopefully 25. He was hesitant. His imagination was getting the better of him but he decided to shake it off, for all he knew it could only be deer in this forest. He knew better, but he hoped he wouldn't have to face anything to ridiculously strong or he might be in some trouble. He pressed on into the forest, disappearing into the pillars of oak.

[London 0]

London wandered the forest, the leafy ground crunching as London walks on it. He rests his left hand on his rapier, and walks slower to take in the beauty of the forest. It seems to be desolate, quiet, tranquil, peaceful even. The birds sang out their hymns of spring all be it that it was still winter, despite that the floor still upheld a summery or spring like visage. London was beginning to like this floor. There was little noise, even with London's walking and the bird's chirping. London began to slow down to a stop to take a look around, he never really had time to explore in the real world so the feeling of actually doing so here was nice. A branch snapped in the near distance, London turned his head to the noise. There was silence, an uneasy, ominous silence. The bird ceased their songs and flew away, fluttering past. London looked up to see them fly before returning to were he was staring. There was snarling and growling. A trio of wolves emerged from the trees, the wolves all had lush walnut coats and stalking yellow eyes. The wolves began to circle London. He drew his rapier and followed them and waited for their lunges, knowing that with three wolves at circling him that he very well may die if he wasn't careful. London prepared for the worst and ran several situations through his mind, attempting to prepare for every contingency.

[London 0]

London raised himself into a guard and waited for the wolves, the first came head on, London saw this stepped to the side as the wolf flew through the air, It slashed his chest but London promptly returned the favor by slashing diagonally across it's hide, a gridded red gash appear from his mark. The wolf hit the ground and turned only to be met with London's fluid lunge, piercing it's body. It howled in pain as London unsheathed his blade from the Wolf's hide. His armor glows a faint red as it leeches health from the wolf and it centers back into the armor, spreading and healing and closing London's recent wound.

 

• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Damage Given to Wolf 1 = 5 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 2 Critical)

Damage Received = 1 (+1 from base - 2 dmg mit)

Health Absorbed = 2 (from life steal from natural 10)

 

London: 15/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 8/8 HP

Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

[London 0]

Before London could circle around to be prepared for the next wolf, it already lunged and bit him, piercing his left arm. Red holes appeared from the bite of the obviously starved wolf. London yelled in pain "GAH!" London slammed his rapier pommel into the wolf's nose, forcing it to lose it's grip, giving London the opportunity to throw the hunger crazed wolf at a nearby tree. It yelped as it slammed against the tree, making a satisfying thud. leaves and branches feel on top of the wolf, dealing no damage of course. London turned to the last wolf that hadn't attempted anything yet, it was funny how they came in waves rather than one big force, London thanked that aspect of the game currently, that or they were just circling and taking turns out of a pack pride, funny to think a wolf would have pride in it's killing ability rather than give deranged snarls at anything and ripping away chunks of meat from a carcass....This probably wasn't the best time to be thinking about that.

 

ID:5673

BD:7

MD:10

 

Dmg given = 3 (1 base + 2 OHR2)

Dmg received = 1 (1 base + 2 critical - 2 dmg mit)

 

London: 14/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

[London 0]

The wolf lunged at London, it's brown coat shimmering as the light hit it, it clawed and hit it's mark at London's leg. London grunted and attempted to stab the wolf but missed as the wolf landed, sending up some leaves. His form was breaking down a bit now, he was already hurting from the bite that still stung as the holes began to fade. The claw marks didn't help. The claws ripped at the back of London's left leg. It brought him to a knee for a moment before he stood up again and got into guard again. He wasn't going to let a small pack of wolves kill him, London began to shut any other thoughts out of his mind, he only cared about the battle now. He calculated his next move and the condition of the other wolves. The first was beginning to recover from his piercing and gash, the second was getting up after being tossed at a tree trunk, it shook it's head viciously as it attempted to regain it's orientation after being swung and beaten on the nose by a steel pommel. It barked ferociously, It ire was beginning to rise and it showed. The third wolf began it's encirclement again.

 

ID:5674

BD: 2

MD: 8

 

Dmg given = 0(Miss)

Dmg received = 1 ( 1 minimal damage)

 

London: 13/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

[London 0]

London breathed. He needed to think. If he began to panic, then there was a good chance that it would get the better of him. He wasn't one to lose his composure or his calm but he was outnumbered. He quickly looked at his health bar; it was still good, 2 from full. He looked back at the third wolf. It barked and charged, it was out of blind fury and hunger. London stepped out of the way and attempted not to attack, if he did another wolf would attempt at his life. It was pathetic how there has to be three of them to even attempt to harm him. They would kill each other or a peice of meat. He saw in their glowering eyes. He returned the glower, His eyes void of kindness and mercy. This was survival, mercy was not deservant of these creatures, they'd try again the minute he turned his back. He prepared for the next wave of attacks.

ID:5725
BD:5
MD:2

London: 13/15 HP

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP
Wolf 2: 5/8 HP
Wolf 3: 8/8 HP

[London 0]

London followed the third wolf as it circled him. He was like a turret at this point. He knew if he stood there that the other wolves would regain their stability and they might all come at him again. That would be the worst case scenario. Currently, his plan was to hit hard and fast and keep them down so that only one or two could come at him. He excelled at single target combat, he was out numbered and if things went horridly wrong, he would be overwhelmed. The third wolf took a stance, crouching. It barked at London, he used this as a cue and with one fluid motion his double stepped forward and lunged. The wolf attempted to claw at the blade flying at it but failed. The blade landed under the wolf's collar bone, driving deep inside it's body. It yelped as London took a few steps closer to kick it off of his blade, such a creature didn't deserve to have it's blood stain his blade. That is, if the blood particles could actually stain his blade of course. His armor glowed again, it leeched from the wolf's energy and restored it to London, healing all his wounds. He was beginning to really like this armor.

 

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 4 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg Given= 4(1 base + 2 OHR2 + 1 Critical)

Dmg Received = 0(Miss)

Health Absorbed= 2 (Natural BD of 9 to activate Life steal, on perfect item so 2 hp is absorbed instead of 1)

 

London: 15/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: 3/8 HP

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 4/8 HP

[London 0]

London withdrew his blade and from the beast and shuffled backwards and turned looked towards the second wolf, it was beginning to follow it's pattern in the circle, watching and barking like mad. It awaited it's turn and dared London's blade. London gave him no satisfaction, he turned towards the first wolf, it was already approaching, it's movements were weak. The fatigue of battle and the wounds had set into the wolf, it was obvious. The wolf limped forward and attempted to claw at London only to fall to it's legs, struggling to get up. London felt small pity for the beast but it deserved no mercy, it would be a kindness to end it's life. He wasn't as cruel as to let the wolf watch it's pack die before it's eyes and then suffer with it's wounds. London wasn't thinking about this at the moment however, he cared only about the battle and strategically, it made sense to kill the wolf now while it was attacking, weak, and almost asking for the blade to be buried inside it's hide. London obliged and stabbed the wolf, it turned a pale blue as it wavered in a freeze frame. There was a whirring noise for a moment as it shattered into a mess of blue shards. London paid no attention to it as he had already turned towards the next wolf, his guard up and ready. His glare almost dared the beast to attack. He knew that if they did they would meet the same end as there fellow pack member. They would not turn away, animal instinct dictated that they fight to the death. Either the laws of nature were forcing them to fight to the death....or it was their AI.

 

ID: 5735

BD:7

MD:2

LD:11

 

London: 15/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: DEAD

Wolf 2: 5/8 HP

Wolf 3: 4/8 HP

 

Loot acquired: 40 col and 1 material(awaiting acceptance)

[London 0]

London shifted. Shifting his blade between the third and second wolf. The second wolf has had enough waiting a lunged at London, it clawed and slashed at his chest. London attempted to evade but fell short. The wolf landed, launching some branches and leaves into the air. Turning towards London and barking. London turned his head to look at the third wolf before shifting his attention back around at the second.

ID: 5742
BD: 5
MD: 6

Dmg given = 0
Dmg received = 1

London: 14/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD
Wolf 2: 5/8 HP
Wolf 3: 4/8 HP

[London 0]

The third wolf wasn't so courteous as to wait for the other wolf to finish. Right after his ally's slash the Third Wolf sent itself into the air. London fluidly shifts to one knee and thrusts outward, his blade stabbing through the neck of beast. Surprisingly, the low floor creature gave one last burst of strength and clawed at London's face. Not dealing close to any damage to him. The beast went limp as it wavered and changed hue, exploding into shards around his blade. His blade glowed red as the armor leeched the health of the wolf. It swept over his face and torso, closing and healing the fresh wounds.

Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
Rolled a 8 on the d10 (mob) dice.
Rolled a 14 on the d20 (loot) dice

Dmg given = 4 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 1 Critical)
Dmg received = 1(base)
Health Absorbed = 2(life steal)

London: 15/15 HP

Wolf 1: DEAD
Wolf 2: 5/8 HP
Wolf 3: DEAD

Loot Acquired: 40 col and 1 material(awaiting acceptance)

[London 0]

London turned and faced his final foe, the third wolf. It barked and snarled. It certainly was not happy about it's pack member's death. He scratched the ground like a bull before charging. London saw through this and stepped to the side and slashed upward, cutting the wolf's hide. It howled in pain as it slid and slammed against the same tree that it was thrown upon. London put himself back on guard and bated the wolf to attack again so he could finish this mess. He really should invest in a protective mask soon, doing all this with not helmet look cool all be it sure. However it wasn't practical. He waited, he leaned back slightly. He was beginning to take the form of a Italian Rapier Duelist, he was one after all but this was the first time out of one other instance that he took the stances and guards he saw in his fencing manual before getting sucked into this death game.

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Dmg Given= 4 (1 base + 2 OHR2 + 1 critical)

Dmg received= 0(MISS)

 

London: 15/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: DEAD

Wolf 2: 1/8 HP

Wolf 3: DEAD

[London 0]

The wolf stood up and bark, snapping it's jaws at the air. Digital saliva flinging and drooling from it's hunger grazed jaw. It was close to death and London saw it. It was time to end this senseless combat. The wolf charged a final charge, it was a suicide march in it's current state. London would never understand the AI of some mobs, instead of fleeing to fight another day they chose to march to their death. It was a brave programming, but a foolish one. London didn't hesitate to step forward and lunge, stabbing the wolf. It wavered and froze, shattering into blue shards.

• Rolled a 6 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 4 on the d10 (mob) dice.

Damage given = 3

Damage Received = 0

Loot: 1 material

 

London: 15/15 HP

 

Wolf 1: DEAD

Wolf 2: DEAD

Wolf 3: DEAD

 

Total Loot from encounter: 80 COL, 3 Materials.

[London 0]

After the shards dispersed from his blade, he stood there, still in lunge formation for a moment. He breathed as he stood upright again. His rapier's tip scratching the ground, kicking up leaves. He was breathing a bit heavily as he looked back and forth in silence. Watching to see if another wolf would pop out, all he saw was a long stretch of brown pillars and green and brown leaves that littered the ground. A notification popped up, showing the experience and col earned from the battle. 80 col in all. Not bad... London nodded, thinking. He checked himself to see if there were any wounds he missed, none. He touched his face where the claw mark was made, his cheek was smooth and not a wound blemished it. The armor did it's job in healing.