[BOSS] Illfang, The Kobold Lord

[[GM] John]

☒ @tagged ✐ --- ✉ GROUP A Zeroth 1 Lv4 Alexx 2 Lv3 Pentagan 3 Lv3 GROUP B Smokescreen 1 Lv1 TimorCanem 2 Lv1 GROUP C Isley 1 Lv2 Janeiro 2 Lv2 Quantum 3 Lv2 GROUP D SouthernCross 1 Lv2 Lucia 2 Lv2 Kungfuloujr 3 Lv1 GROUP E Kyo 1 Lv4 Relsialle 2 Lv3 Vallandrian 3 Lv1

Location:The party arrives at the black iron gate of the first floor boss. Everyone was divided up into teams. The black rock floor and the iron gate were only the exterior of what was ahead. The party would quickly negotiate the battle ahead. PRIVATE: ONLY PEOPLE ON THE LEFT BAR PERMITTED  Difficulty: Level 1+ Danger: High - Be very cautious, this is a death permitted fight. Please keep your health at good status or you do risk dying. If you no longer have health potions, resign before you regret it!  The party had finished the stairwell to see the dark black door ahead of them. "Well everyone... Were here. In the Beta the boss had spawned with minions. Someone has to be on AD duty and handle them. Does anyone have any volunteers?"  This event will be played in a turn system for groups. Every player has a number over their health bar marking their turn in the group. All #1's will go at the same time, all 2 at the same time, ect. When it is Turn 1, every player with a 1 over their bar may go at the same time, order does not matter.  Turn 1: Zeroth, Smokescreen, Isley, SouthernCross, Kyo Turn 2: Alexx, TimorCanem, Janeiro, Lucia, Relsialle Turn 3: Pentagan, Quantum, Kungfuloujr, Vallandrian Any abilities that directly effect allies will only apply to those in your group (Not your attack phase) Meaning if SouthernCross had a heal, he could only use it on Lucia and Kungfulou as they are all GROUP D, he could not use it on Quantum of GROUP C. At the moment we are in open discussion, no turn is in effect until we open the gate. At the moment we need someone to offer to handle the AD's. This damage/usefulness points are going to be counted as if it was boss damage.

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[Kyo]

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Kyo had given a bit of a nod to the leader of the raid. Zeroth and his company had proven to be a good team already. He had confidence in this mission.  Kyo looked to his smaller party of Relsialle and Vallandrian. "You guys ready for this?" he asked with a smile.  "I don't plan to let either of you go down but I intend to have some precautions in place." Kyo holds out his hands to both of his party members offering both of them escape crystals. Kyo would follow up with a trade request with Relsialle, offering her a «LEATHER ARMOR» in the trade and requesting nothing in return. "You've been a good friend. Don't want to lose you here" he said with a smile thinking back to the time she had held up her dagger to the giant with the two handed sword. "Were going to win this thing." his smile returned to a serious face.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle looked about curiously at the players that accompanied them, her mind wandering as she realized that she had not seen this many characters gathered in one place outside of Beginnings, her demeanor almost in awe at the varied ages and appearances of those gathered. The dungeon at this point was as familiar to her as the sun-kissed plains outside, her thin fingers running along the damp stone walls that past by them as they all marched forward to the fate that awaited in the distance. It was difficult for the Irish-woman to remain quiet for the journey, at least for this stage of the game, the pending adrenaline shooting through her veins in anticipation for the boss that awaited them. She offered a smile or two to those faces she remembered from adventures both recent and long past, her sheathed dagger tapping away on her thigh as she ambled forward. Her crystal-blue eyes turned to the trio at the front of the parade of players, she knew of the clearing players from reputation, and so far they seemed to know what they were talking about this far, her ear perking up every time a snippet of strategy discussion came forth. She grouped with Kyo, the stubborn wanna-be hero keeping her attention for the time being, the pair sharing in enough misadventures for her to consider him a friend for the moment, however the unknown was if that particular boon was enough to make up for being banned from her favorite bar in nearby Tolbana remained to be seen. A thin calcum needle hung from her lips like a cigarette, the weapon almost a mark of style by now in of itself, the small object flicking back and forth in her lips as she chatted pleasantries and random banter as she was known for. The woman stretched her back slightly as the party came to a rest in front of the opposing door, a pair of rather large torches flanking the heavy wood gateway, the symbol of the Kobold clan emblazoned on the surface of the barrier like a mark of ominous distinction. Relsialle took a deep breath as she turned to her party, the massive raid seeming to spate into teams in preparation for the final push…her thoughts not helping but dwell on the fresh landscape that awaited them… The pink-haired rocker lifted a brow as the trading screens appeared in front of each of them, Kyo offering them both a means escape if need be if things turned as rough as they all unconsciously expected. However, surprise couldn’t help but be seen on her face as the final item appeared… <<Leather Armor>> “What the hell?” The Irish woman said abruptly, clicking accept on the crystal as it appeared, her delicate finger resting right above the acceptance button for the new item without pressing it…”Fucking bleeding heart…” She said as she begrudgingly accepted the trade finally, tapping several more menus in return second afterwards…more menus than a simple acceptance would require… (Relsialle Trade Offer -> 333 Col) “Count it as a gentlewoman paying taxes…” Relsialle joked with a quick grin, waiting for Kyo’s own acceptance in return, remembering all of the trouble on the trading floor she had given him for the blade that he possessed at his side…The amount being the exact tender that he had paid at auction…Her crystal-eyes met his sternly, her body language indicating that the dark-haired swordsman had little choice but to accept the terms. The blue crystal appeared in her hand as she waited, her sharpened features relaxing, a faint smile appeared in the corner of her mouth before she turned away coyly...tossing the blue object and catching it…”I do remember warning you about giving things away for free…now you better have one of these crystals left for yourself or I plan on using your head for target practice with this thing as soon as we get out of here…”

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[SouthernCross]

The giant conspicuously standing in the middle of the large group raised his hand and replied to the question asked by their apparent leader, “Aye, Mate. I can handle that business. My Sword Art is an AoE that hits everything in my sword's arc. Just aggro the buggers my way and jump 'em while their figuring out what hit them. It's got a bit of a cool down so don't expect me to be doing it constantly.” If anyone cared to look at the sword strapped to his back they would know that his blade certainly had no short reach, it was six feet long, as long as many of the other players where tall. But in the giant's hands it appeared as little more then an oversized longsword.

It wasn't much of a plan but it was at least the start of one. If they all shared info about what they could do they could increase their chances of winning, part of what Sun Tzu said; know yourself but not your enemy and for every victory you will suffer a defeat. If nothing else just knowing everyone's strengths and limits they could give themselves half a chance of winning.

Now if anyone had info on how the boss itself fought their chances would improve further.

[Lucia]

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Standing near the giant was a little girl with coral pink hair who was much easier to miss (and yet wasn't since she was in the scouting run and thus recognized by at least 4 other players present). Raising her hand, she said "I also volunteer." She figured that since she was in the same party as the giant, it was a good idea to do it. There would probably be more than just one minion at a time, so she decided it would be a good idea.

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[Janeiro]

Janeiro looked around the big gathering of players. It was kind of beautiful to see this kind of variety of people. Some people were literally half the size of others. She wondered how many of them had the same hair and eye colors in real life, as those aspects were still alterable even after they had been forced to assume their real-life appearances. Just as varied as their outsides seemed the inner workings of all the players assembled here. Some could hardly wait to kick some butt, others worried if it was the right decision to come here. Janeiro was not the most determined herself. She checked her equipment again, still having health potions left, but she did not have a means to escape from battle. Even though she did not feel good for doing so, she would rather have other players go on AD duty, hopefully ones with more endurance and escape stones.
She summoned her guide book again, opening the section about Illfang. Four health bars. Changes his attack pattern close to death. She knew she could not rely on the information completely, but maybe it would help them not to be caught off-guard. After taking a deep breath and dismissing the booklet, she looked at Quantum and Isley. It was nice to be with people she already knew a bit, and knowing how their minds worked.

[Quantum]

"Your weakness shall be revealed as if I was watching through a magnifying glass." ? @tagged ? 000 ? notes Quantum Lv2

Quantum could hardly remove his eyes from the massive black door that barred their path. Behind it all he could imagine was chaos and pain behind it. There was comfort in having people in his group that he knew, as well as such a large raiding party gathered around him. Like a few of the others, the teacher's weapon was already drawn, resting heavily upon his shoulder. How he wished he had just taken a little bit more time to level, the higher grade weapon sitting uselessly in his inventory. He looked at Janeiro, seeing her open the player manual and put it away again. Quantum doubted that there was a single person here that felt no sense of unease. "We are going to be fine." He said to the girl, knowing that all to easily the opposite could become a reality. "Look, there are far more than enough players here. If we divide our roles well and take care to not be reckless, everyone should make it out of here with little more than a few scratches." He spoke assuringly, both for her, his, and the sakes of anyone else that might overhear.

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[Isley]

"Just finding poetry in the fallen snow…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Isley Lv2 Isley seemed relaxed as he ambled slowly on the other side of Janeiro, the Japanese teen taking the center of their particular party for the moment. He remained silent for the most part, one hand wedged in between his body and the tight leather chest plate of his newbie armor. He rested his other forearm on the pommel of his sheathed blade, turning it into an improvised armrest as he rested, the parade of players trudging slowly through the cleared hallways to finally take their final place beside the imposing door of the boss’s chamber. The massive door seemed to dwarf them all by far, the financier’s grey eyes looking up to the top of the door frame, silently estimating its size in awe. His hardened gaze soften slightly as he turned to the rest of his party, Janeiro’s and Quantum’s heath gauges placed firmly in the corner of his GUI. The Swede seemed content with his idleness for the moment, his foot twisting slightly to scrape the ground…a gesture to betray the cloaked feeling of unease that he too felt like the majority of the raid party around him. The professional offered a quiet nod to Quantum as the scientist attempted to reassure Janeiro, knowing the teacher seemed to think of the well-being of others before himself…a hallmark of his profession and what he had seen from his counterpart. Janeiro seemed to be busy with her own preparation, a behavior that the professional couldn’t tell was merely for mental-health on the part of the teen or simply a practical behavior meant to double-check herself prior to the battle ahead. Isley took a deep breath as he remained in silence, considering all that the party had been through thus far, his respect for the pair only increasing for the pair as time went on, the image of a restored Horunka still hanging on his heart…lifting his spirits and his hopes for the road ahead. A quiet determination seemed to hang off of him, until he finally offered a soft smile, “I’m just looking forward to see what Floor two has in store for us…”He finally said, his few words betraying a sense of confidence in the face of the situation.

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[KungFuLou]

Kung was for the first time in the game nervous. The thought of death was making him doubt himself but he brushed that feeling off.
He turned and looked at the raid leader "Yea I think I should fight off the minions considering the fact that I have to be in punching range to hit the darn thing"

[Kyo]

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Kyo had grinned as his companion had offered payment in return. Kyo pressed the decline button "Save your money till after you put it to use. If it saves ya' you owe me a trip to a pub ya' arent ban from yet. Drinks on you!" Kyo broke into a laugh knowing she probably wouldn't be pleased with the reply.  She continued on about stating he better have a escape stone as well. By fact he didnt, but it didn't matter. If they were to lose this then his spirits would be broken beyond coming back to try again. Besides, he was confident in them winning.  "Yeah yeah..." he said offering an impression that he had another one at reserve for himself. "It doesn't matter, because we aren't going to need them. Were going in their to kick some ass and open the door to the next adventure. Its just for precautions" He smiled with confidence that they group would come out okay. He had no ill nerves here, right here, right now, he planned to do all in his power to win this fight. He was glad to have Relsialle by his side in the fight, she always had a way of pushing him to the extremes to 'be the hero' even though he was just another guy trapped here like everyone else. He looked to Vallandrian as well, unsure of this ally, but glad to have any extra help. He looked around the room to the faces among them, some familiar, some brand new, these people were the front line. The first group making a real effort to push through this game. Perhaps he would see these very faces at the 100th floors gate, preparing to finish the final boss. It was a good thought, though he was already fully willing and able to accept that the likely-hood they even all survive this single battle wasn't very high. He gave Vallandrian a slight pat on the shoulder and a nod to indicate all would be well.

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[Smokescreen]

"We will beat this and survive!! ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ What do I see Smokescreen Lv1

Smoke looked around for a moment in deep thought as he felt relieved to see so many people here willing to take a step closer to getting out of this game. As he recalled it took many people a while just to come to terms with the fact that we all were stuck in this game. But by the looks of things this group has already begun working to get not just themselves but everyone else out of the game. Smoke looked over to the large black door that stood in awe before them. He began to wonder just what type of monster was going to lurking behind it. As he began to think this he noticed that a few people had traded items to better equip themselves for the upcoming battle. He opened up his inventory for a moment and sighed after realizing he still had all starter equipment.  I will be fine I have faith and trust in my abilities. Even though some people here seem to be nervous, not a single person here looks like a pushover. We are all here to do the same thing, defeat the boss and move forward. I will give it my all  he thought to himself as a slight look of excitement came across his face.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv3 Relsialle frowned comically as the decline sounded in her GUI…Her scowl clearly visible as Kyo had turned down her offer of returning the payment that he had made for the weapon he now treasured at his side. A soft growl exited her, “Very well…I’ll just count it as that payment you owe me then…” The girl snapped in her heavy accent, dropping her shoulders in defeat, the hero winning for once. A deep sigh exited her as she turned to the heavy door, the gathered raiding party seemingly content with discussing the battle to come or busily checking their inventories. The girl rolled her eyes a bit knowing that she was as ready as she would ever be, the call for volunteers getting answered by a nearby group of strangers that she hadn’t met before. The thief shook her head, finally reaching up to tie back her hair with a thin cord…the thick tail of bubble-gum colored locks hanging high on her head like a lady-samurai. “Fair enough then…We will just have to see how long it takes me to get kicked out of the tavern on the second floor then…” The rogue resigned, sticking her tongue out at her verbal-sparring opponent in jest. The punk-rocker offered a quick flash of her grin as she swished her delicate fingers to the side, scrolling down on her inventory screen before pulling up the gifted leather armor...it was a deeply rooted gesture…something that still made the eccentric girl uncomfortable…coming from a world where all gifts had a price regardless of their meaning. Regardless of these thoughts, she knew she would hopefully pay back the favor in the battle to come, her mind swimming with memories as she clicked the ‘Equip’ button…the blue crystal disappearing from her hand as the leather armor appeared in place of the thin plate and trousers that marked her as a novice… (http://s115.photobucket.com/user/Vadakin/media/Batman/League%20of%20shadows/058.jpg.html) The armor was much thicker, the dark black plates resting tightly on her skin, smooth and well-stitched. The clothing was devoid of most decoration other than the practical leather stitching that held the ensemble together. All together it was as simple as expected, the plates overlapping slightly at the shoulders and coming to an end right at her waist. Her thighs remained slightly exposed aside from a short black skirt and sash that served to shield modesty, finally blending into a pair of knee boots reinforced with a thick leather plate fitted over the shin…It seemed to fit will with her favored ninja aesthetic, her dagger fitting well into the sash at her waist, while her newly acquired needles remained hidden away in a small pouch on the bare portion of her thigh. The rogue bounced back and forth a moment on the pads of her feet, getting used to the way the new outfit moved and flexed…seemingly fitting in with the scores of others that now moved to complete their final preparations.

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[[GM] John]

☒ @tagged ✐ --- ✉ GROUP A Zeroth 1 Lv4 Alexx 2 Lv3 Pentagan 3 Lv3 GROUP B Smokescreen 1 Lv1 TimorCanem 2 Lv1 GROUP C Isley 1 Lv2 Janeiro 2 Lv2 Quantum 3 Lv2 GROUP D SouthernCross 1 Lv2 Lucia 2 Lv2 Kungfuloujr 3 Lv1 GROUP E Kyo 1 Lv4 Relsialle 2 Lv3 Vallandrian 3 Lv1

THE RAID IS NOW IN SESSION. ADEQUATE TIME HAS BEEN GIVEN FOR ALL PLAYERS TO HAVE THEIR OPEN CHIT-CHAT. AFTER THIS POST, ALL TURN 1 PLAYERS WILL BE ABLE TO GO.  Zeroth had gathered the group for their final instructions. "So... As I assume all of you have already read from the notes of the BETA testers... We will be up against an enemy with significant health. Once we get him low on health, he will change attack patterns so do not get too comfortable with his initial procedures and attack patterns. SouthernCross's group has offered to deal with the AD's. This does not mean we should ignore them, it is very possible one could slip past them. It also does not mean we cannot aid them if they get overburdened. In the BETA there was around 3 minions at any given time. This guy is big and tough... depsite his size he gets a lot of attacks in quickly. Be prepared for the worst, and if you are hurt get back and heal. Everyone protect your team and we'll get through this." his words of encouragement in efforts to boost morale had hopefully worked.  (Due to a possible death of Vallandrian prior to the raid he may be expelled when his turn comes, this is still in question) Zeroth made his way to the gate to open it. Just before he was close enough to touch it, the gate opened on its own. The room was very dark. He gave a nod as they party began to advance into the room. After all players had entered light began spreading through the room from no noticible light source. The room once flushed with darkness now was lit by radiant colors of high saturation, varying of bright blues, reds, yellows, and purples. The room was rather large and elegant, columns of stone made two rows down the outsides of the room to the end where a gold throne lay, and on it, the foe. He massive Kobold standing at around 15 feet stood up, red scaly skin like most. He had a leather cowl and leather gloves on, with a shield and axe of questionable qualities. His eyes burned bright red like the gate before. He let out a growl before leaping across the room landing just before the party. As his leap crashed down, two heavily armored kobolds charged from seemingly out of nowhere appeared, these around 6 foot. One geared with a sword the other with a mace.  Their names and health bars all started to drop into view, as the smaller enemies were given a single health bar and titled "Kobold Sentinel" and the larger, boss enemy adorned with the title "Illfang, The Kobold Lord" as four health bars wrapped around his name. He growled once more at the party causing the room to shake slightly.  "ALRIGHT, WE CAN DO THIS" Zeroth announced making a final rally cry before charging into the fight.  THIS IS NOW TURNBASED. PLAYER 1 OF EVERY PARTY MAY NOW MAKE AN ACTION, THIS IS ZEROTH, SMOKESCREEN, ISLEY, SOUTHERNCROSS, AND KYO. Turn: Player 1's Cooldowns Conditions Kobold Sentinel (Sword) Kobold Sentinel (Mace) Illfang, The Kobold Lord (Boss)

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[SouthernCross]

As the doors opened Cross draw his sword in a slow and deliberate motion, the feeling of the weight of the blade and even the very motion itself having a primal calming effect on his mind. The ANZAC blood running through him from his ancestors began to pump and heat.

His role was to hold the line, even if this was technically the offensive. It was a role his countrymen were familiar with, it was the very role that forged his nations identity and birthed the ANZAC legend.

It was why he had adopted his username.

“Alright you two.” He said to Lucia and Kungfuloujr, “Draw them my way so I can hit them with my Sword Art...” He began to charge forward with the surge of the other players, “AND THEN HIT THEM TILL THEY DIE!!!” He roared before erupting with a mighty battle cry.

He then proceeded to demonstrate why women where rarely seen on the ancient battlefields of Europe by straight up shoulder checking the shit out of the sword wielding Kobold Sentinel, following though with a swing on his massive sword.

[Isley]

"Just finding poetry in the fallen snow…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Isley Lv2 The thick door slid open with a thud…the tension growing thick enough to cut as each torch lit itself slowly until the massive form of the looming Kobold king was revealed. The financier marveled as the first battle cries began to echo off the walls of the highly decorated chamber…the golden throne gleaming far in the distance. A soft nod escaped him, turning to his companions with soft smile, “Now or never…See you guys on the other side…” His quiet words having an obvious double meaning…either the next floor, or the next world in which they would meet after death…The massive figure of Cross did well to clear the additional mobs that crowded the floor, a soft thanks mouthed by Isley for the volunteering of group D for the possibly messy duty. It wasn’t that he felt prideful, that he felt it was below him, but simply that his skills were not up to the task…his humble soul feeling that he would merely get in the away if he had to keep so many creatures occupied to open a path for others…Instead he found himself on the receiving end of such kindness, the singing of the massive Australian’s blade and the enthusiastic shout of other pushing him to unglue himself from his spot and leap forward into a sprint. The swede breathing huffed and puffed as his feet drove himself forward, the others of the first wave agile players keeping pace with him as he dashed forward like a blur. His blade glowed blue in its scabbard as he moved closer, determined to make his mark for her…his lost wife, his newfound determination bound to prove to her that he could survive and tell her how he truly felt. His breath grew icy as fog began to exit his lips, the temperature dropping around him as he ran. Finally drawing his weapon a mere breath away from the boss, the red-skinned reptile dwarfing him and the others of the raid that stood against it, his intention became suddenly clear…and no one would blame him for saving his best for the last moment. The financier’s mouth seethed the words as his teeth clenched, his blade finally pulling free form his belt as he ran his fingers along the blade...his curved beginner blade glowing like a lightsaber as he finally slashed his weapon at Illfang’s leg, his movements streaking forward and difficult to track…his body weaving to and fro like a man possessed…another attempted leg slash, another, and one more…soft frozen tears beginning to form in his eyes as his skin grew deathly cold from the power that surrounded him for that singular moment. He leaped back, holding his blade across his body, directly in front of the furious kobold…its axe held high to strike him until it’s defensive movements began to slow to a crawl… “Suki…” The swordsman whispered, performing a flying leap forward to thrust his blade forward into the final attack of his sword art, pulling his blade free to make room for the other damage dealers that would follow in short order…

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