[CLOSED] Arachnophobia

[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv4 Availability: Open (2 additional slots)...If there are no takers I will reply to myself every 24 hours but will leave the thread open until those slots are filled or until several rounds have passed. Location: Several miles into the Timberline, Relsialle searches for new areas to explore for both her own reasons (locating a new napping location/tree) as well as the floor-wide search to locate the fabled dungeon entrance. She had heard of the numerous caves and spiders of the thin forest and hoped to see if there was any additional secrets that could be gleaned from the floor other than the obvious… Note: A first exploration run of the areas outside of Port Noir…Relsialle finally has made an attempt to break the poor attitude that she has had after the first with Illfang and indulge in her wander-lust…aided of coarse by the good company provided by both Rue’s small gathering as well as Kyo’s conversation in the small fishing town. Be advised that origonal poster controls NPC health and death. Relsialle couldn’t help but smile a bit given her new scenery despite the emotional impact that the first boss fight had on her, the precarious mental health and moral of the players that now had progressed (no matter how minor) doing well to urge her forward for her own further development. The pink-haired thief none-the-less hated the public role she had now taken as a result of the battle, a status that the others of the former raid surely shared as well…ultimately enjoying her solitude from time to time despite her energetic and public personality. Still the numerous reports of other’s exploration efforts gave her reason to move forward into the wilds of the second floor, the now well-known taverns and avenues of Port Noir only indulging her for so long as she took a much needed rest…letting others take over for a time in discovering the first secrets of the new area that they had to wander. Still the reports coming in from the player gossip and the information sellers couldn’t help but spike her curiosity…the search for the elusive dungeon entrance still underway and giving a delver-specialist like her reason to itch in anticipation. The Irishwoman struck out on her own that afternoon, taking her time to rise and put on the familiar armor that she had grown accustomed to…the heavy black leather breast-plate hugging well to her along with the short woolen skirt that seemed more style conscious than the protective torso section. Still it seemed made well for the rogue-ish Relsialle, matching well with the mask/scarf that played well with her chosen Kunoichi appearance/archetype. The path to the timberline remained still less travelled, with the bulk of the players sticking with the highlands for their new grinding ground…giving the exploration-minded girl a first place to hit on her growing checklist of sights to see. The timberline seemed almost worlds away from the thick wooded and mysterious black forest that she frequented on the lower floor...its straggled trees a bit more thinner and stunted in growth due to the rocky soul that surrounded the dominant lake. But still she could admire an almost hardy beauty about the woods, almost matching the to-the-bone lifestyle of the NPC’s and the urban environments of the new floor that they called home. The rumors of numerous small caves of the region is still what largely attracted her to the place, populated with spiders or all sizes and shapes. Occasionally she had run across worn and ancient webbing along the trees of the paths, but so far they remained devoid of all life…the white webs choking out the sunlight enough to kill the poor fauna that harbored them.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 Relsialle lifted a brow at sun hanging in the horizon, the air cool thankfully from the soft breeze that swirled over the lake. Even with the poverty that had embraced the denizens of the floor, the weather was fair enough it seemed to give at least a silver lining to the new location that the players had to explore. The sky was clear for the most part, small tufts of cotton clouds placed intermittently in the sky but not enough to place any gamble on future weather. The thief’s boots sounded softly on the gravelly earth as she walked, the soles occasionally scrapping a small thistle or pitiful twig that rose from the rocky earth that restricted the growth of any substantial plant life. Life was harder here for all it seemed, both human and other, but still she couldn’t help but enjoy the new sights that were spread out before her given the long days tucked in the darkness of both the black forest and the depths of the dungeon…the latter she would soon have to do yet again. The rogue’s hand rested calmly on the dagger that hanged from its leather straps around the bare portion of her thigh…a black woolen short-skirt draped slightly over the pommel of the weapon and her slender fingers as she kept at least the semblance of a vigilant stance. She hadn’t bothered to go into stealth, no sign of danger at least in her field of view…risk aside, the walk did her some good at least…the fresh lake air entering her lungs to give a new breath to her adventures and explorations. The remains of the webbing still couldn’t help but concern her, the substance growing thicker and denser as she went along. Spiders themselves didn’t worry her, the girl long accustomed to the large eight-legged creatures from her homeland, especially given the poor living conditions that she inhabited over the years. Despite this she knew that these wouldn’t be the normal house-pest she had encountered back in reality, the sinister creativity of the programmers and the cardinal system having something different in mind entirely. Shaking her head free of these misgivings, the pink-haired rocker pushed forward, beginning to move where the web was thicker…knowing that some secret may be hidden it its depths.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 The light reflecting off the dusty webbing was almost blinding, as the amount of the ancient threads began to grow thicker and thicker. The open forest grew more restrictive as it went on, the rogue’s boots taking her more and more into spider territory. It was the silence, the eerie quiet that followed her that remained the most unsettling…the quiet paired with the uncomfortable feeling that she was not alone…a healthy paranoia that came with not knowing what truly was on the other side of the restrictive material that fenced her in. The Irishwoman paused a second, pulling a thin leather cord off her wrist before reaching back to tie off the free flowing pink hair that draped over her back, a deep breath exiting her lungs. The weather was mild at least, but with the sudden surge in activity, as well as the rocky ground and ever-present, the thief could not help be begin to carry the thin veneer of sweat on her brow. The pink mass of locks swept back and forth as she struggled to push forward, her hand pulling the thin iron dagger from the thigh sheath with the soft sound of metal on metal scraping together as she pulled the sharpened weapon free. The weapon slashed from side to side against the thick unoccupied webbing, more curiosity driving her as it became apparent that the barrier appeared more to keep someone out than to provide food for a population of monsters. Still, the blade aided greatly her nimble fingers guiding the weapon as it cut a path free in front of her…used like a machete in the midst of thick jungle. A large mass of rocks slowly became visible in the distance through the white strands the blocked her way...her curious nature paying off with some measure, some purpose, for her exertions in for what she had thought would be an easy outing by comparison with the mysterious forest she had grown fond of a floor earlier.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 Relsialle gritted her teeth as her blade slashed at the thick webbing, a stray bead of sweat forming on her brow and rolling slowly down to be caught in a bright pink eyebrow. The girl huffed a moment as she finally breeched through to a clearing, the sun beginning to hang lower in the sky. The thief was amazed at how little distance she had come in the midst of the thick strands that sought to slow her down…the barrier frustrating at how much damage the thin substance could take. Not only did the vast amount put her mind into a spin, but it was the sheer amount that could lay hidden in the unsoiled depths of the creation of the monsters of the floor. The implications of these thoughts forcing her to step back and reassess, “What if it took us forever to find this damn dungeon since it was trapped in this mess…” The girl whispered with a growl, her anger slowly building from her exertions. The pink-haired musician let out a deep breath as she moved her free hand to rest on her hip…the iron dagger hanging freely for a moment as she regained her strength and composure. The Irishwoman took a deep breath, her sea-blue eyes adjusting to take a quick evaluation of the small clearing she uncovered, the area ringed in a circle of thread covered trees…the leaves choked out behind the pure white spider’s web that gave her such trouble. “Whew!” Relsialle exclaimed, her anger soothing for the moment as she plopped down to take a break. As much as she knew nightfall was well on its way, she had little hope of breeching though for the moment without resigning herself to continue, still it was a risk noting that she had not discovered any of the floor’s monsters thus far. The vibrations of her cuts drew something despite a lack of obvious presence…the webbing attached ultimately to a source...and as old as they were their creator very well knew the girl’s movements, seeing her as yet another meal for its daily allowance. The first of eight legs crept silently along the tops of the web covered flora, the chitin covered limbs moving silent behind the resting woman…a slight bit of milky drool dripping from exposed fangs as the creature loomed up behind her to start its assault… (Giant Forest Spider LVL3 - 30HP) Relsialle couldn’t help but think she was being watched…a side-effect of one living the archetype of a rogue, the thief shifting her gaze to the vacant webbing in front of her reaching her hand up to scratch at her forehead. Her eyes narrowed as she rose up, still unaware of the massive spider that had her in its sights for its next meal as she stopped down to initiate her stealth…

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 The soft skittering sound of the spider resounded as it lunged forward just as the pink-haired thief faded into stealth…its drooling maw wide open as it leaped for its prey and prospective meal. The creature was massive, especially compared to their real-world cousins, the eight-legged monster bristling with soft hairs to feel the sensitive vibrations in its large web…hairs hat most likely brought it here in search of the lithe rogue to feast upon. Its legs landed on the hard stony ground with not even a thud…the large creature was surprisingly graceful despite its size and weight, its threatening movements not making a single sound. Relsialle’s eyes went wide as she discovered it nearly on top of her, the creature’s fangs sinking into the meat of her shoulder to deposit a corrosive poison that made the wound burn like fire. The girl cried out, before tensing her teeth, the stealth interrupted and pulling her from the shadowy realm that she relied on to protect her. Her eyes grew intense as she tensed her muscles in an effort to pull back from the beast, the wicked weapons of the spider tearing free from her flesh like a knife through cloth. The Irish woman stumbled back as she fought to put her knife between her newest opponent and herself…the acidic venom ripping through her veins with every heartbeat. The thief shook her head quickly, eye wide at the surprise assault that took her, her stealth status shattering in a blink. “Fuck…” The girl seethed, the pain still obvious in her voice as she moved to regain the momentum. The girl’s weapon glowed dark red as she moved to answer back with her revenge quickly, obviously not wishing to give the sneaky monster a second chance at her life. Her feline form darted to and fro as she slashed forward with her weapon in an orchestrated series of slashes…each one biting into the spider’s carapace fueled by hatred…As she leaped back to see the effects on her attacker, yet again she was disappointed, while it health bar dropped like a stone, there was no poison effect…its immunity added yet another layer of challenge to the strange floor that they had now found themselves on… (Giant Forest Spider LVL3 - 8HP)

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 Relsialle fought against the poison as it took another round of health from her as it finally faded away…the taunting green icon of the condition staring at her as if it was laughing before blinking out of existence. The spider hissed loudly as it reared back weaving its large, but nimble carapace around the thief’s blade as she slashed to finish the deadly creature. Its fangs bristling as it moved to taste the flesh of the young woman once more, green venom dripping from the sharpened quills. The rogue weaved her body as she reared her knife back, raising the iron straight blade to her jaw in a classic Muay Thai stance. Her boots bounced along, one step after another as her full attention was on the beats that had her in mind for its next meal. “Not today asshole!” The Irishwoman seethed, her shoulder still quite numb from the damaging attack that caught her off guard. The girl rolled left before quickly reversing to the right, the eight-legged predator taking the bait and opening itself up to the point of the weapon tearing through its chitin. A green milky blood coated the weapon as she twisted it to pull it out of the monster, the fluid dropping and staining the brown rocky ground as it finally fell to the dirt and exploded into the flash of digital information…a signal of her momentary victory. The girl stepped back, flicking her crystalline gaze to the tree tops, eyes peeled for yet any other of the arachnid’s that dared to challenge her and take advantage of her momentary inattention. The girl sighed as she flicked her blade to the side, shifting slightly so she could kneel and take a quick rest…the bright red blood from her shoulder flowing slightly to stain the cloth that held the thick leather plates of her armor. “Wow…these things don’t play around…” The musician chided herself before shaking her head, a deep breath leaving her lungs as she dusted herself off…readying herself to push forward yet again.

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" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 Relsialle sighed as the silent forest once more greeted her, the sheer solitude that the depths of the webbing forcing herself to act as her own company. “Seriously, this place needs music or something…fucking creepy as hell…” The girl murmured as she pat her wounded shoulder, the blood now ceasing to run as she glanced up to see her slightly impaired health bar, the thick white webbing greeting her once again as she picked yet another direction to push from the clearing…her blade once more finding its way into her hand to aid in her pathfinding. The mapping talent was looking more and more tempting as she realized that she was silently due for yet another expansion to her increasingly specialized skillset. At least people we growing more numerous on the vendor front these days, the Irish woman thought, seeing advertisements for the collective of crafters that were now starting to advertise their useful wears to clearers and those that ventured to the deep and mysterious areas outside of the safe zones. It was a good way to make a living at least, especially for those that didn’t wish to explore, at least those that favored a life that was less-dangerous found a way to contribute. The girl sighed as she flicked her blade to the side, cutting through a thick mass of thin threads that stood in her path. Her form dropped slightly, putting her in her stealth mode yet again, careful in knowing that more of her eight-legged friends may be around to greet her once more. Her invisible avatar’s outline shimmers faintly each time she used her weapon. It seemed that even her favored skill was slowly becoming more powerful in her experience, a thought that brought a soft smile to her sharpened features. Still, those with the detection talent seemed more and more less likely to find her as time went on…however it still took a special type of player that took pride in locating her, and it was always the serious ones that enjoyed taking the fun out of the game, even if so much was at stake. The musician thoughts on those that had located her over the months, a quick inventory of people she knew well had the skill that remained her bane…at least the vast majority were either known to her or on her limited friend’s list, a thought that made her less inclined to worry for the moment as she forged ahead in search of yet another sight beyond webbing and straggled trees.

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[Relsialle]

" Sometimes things are more fun with your life on the line…" ☒ @tagged ✐ 000 ✉ notes Relsialle Lv5 The last bit of webbing tore away as her blade slashed wide, her avatar shimmering from the movement, the stealth holding strong despite her activity. A rock face greeted her, her blade barely scraping the surface enough to make her cringe from the sharp sound. Relsialle’s eye widened at the sight, the forest’s covering thick enough to conceal almost everything in its milk-white depths, her head shaking at the thought. “Damn spiders own this floor…” She said, blinking back into visibility, her accent echoing slightly against the granite rock face. The whole place was as disorienting as you could possibly imagine…even moving a few feet took an hour in the effort to break through or cut free of the ever-present leavings of the giant spiders that inhabited the region. Her quiet thoughts drifted to the giants of the floor, silently wondering how they dealt with the mass of spiders and their increasing hunting grounds. She pondered the relationship between the two kinds of mobs as her crystal blue eyes traced the line of the stone. “Perhaps they control each other’s populations?” The girl suggested out loud, her voice barely above a whisper as the hypothesis left her. More and more she seemed to focus on the more in-depth aspects of the game…this was an artificial intelligence after all, and something had to govern the deadly goings-on that they had encountered. The Kobolds were more intelligent than anyone gave them credit for that much was true…and several paid the price for it…perhaps something on floor 2 served to be worthy of those same considerations. A deep sigh left her as her philosophical side took a rest…her gaze settling on a small box that seemed placed in a small crevice in the stone. “Well there we are…a fitting reward for a hard day’s work…” The girl said with a sudden smile crawling over her sharpened features. A small needle left her pouch to be thrown quickly at the container…with no trap disarming available at this point in the game it seemed more and more her rudimentary procedure had become the norm. Strange how it often worked, however some of her more interesting encounters were blamed on just that interesting maneuver. “No trap…whew!” An exasperated thief said before finding her way over to the rusted metal box…pushing the lid open with her slender fingers…

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