- Job Information:
- Job: On Wings of Ice and Fire
Rank: 10 Year
Player Requirements: 2 S-Ranked or one H Ranked Wizard(s). Maximum of 5. Must be S Rank or above to participate.
Job Requirements: Stop the golden fire dragon, and the white ice dragon from completely annihilating Royal Castle and the town below! The town is thrown into an uproar, as the two Dragons have come each day too literally scorch and freeze the city into chaos. Some of the city is frozen, some of it is in cinders from the previous attacks during the week. Must make 5 Monster rolls. Must post 350 words per post minimum. Thread must be 50 posts long. Must defeat either the White Ice Dragon, or the Golden Fire Dragon.
Job Location: Royal Castle
Job Description: A Dragonflight has come. It's decided that it's new nest shall be Royal Castle. Dozens and dozens of the mythical creatures have returned to our realm, and are already attempting too claim their dominion. They have literally beset the town, entire buildings sparkle in the morning sun; cased in ice. A dazzling and errie beauty too behold in the morning sun. Whilst in contrast, more than half of the city has been burned too cinders and is falling in upon itself. This mission has been posted in nearly ever town on every mission board; though few wish too stand against an entire Dragonflight. Most wizards would call Royal Castle doomed. You've taken up this task, and have decided that Royal Castle shall not become a den of Dragons. The Councilman of Royal Castle has promised a ridiculous sum for any who free his city from the Dragon's wrath. Dragon Hatchlings circle the city nearly 24/7, as each day the elder dragons return too deal more, and more damage too the city. Either encasing more of it in ice, or burning more of it too ashes in scorching dragon flame. More and more residents of Royal Castle leave each day, as the dragons drive the humans out of their new nest. A grand white dragon, over one hundred feet often leads the Dragonflight upon the city. Supposedly, a golden horror cruises the skies with the Dragonflight sometime, leading them in it's dominance as it is rumored too be much larger than even most keeps. Only the most foolish, most brave, or most skilled wizards would even dare attempt this mission.
Enemies:
Weak: Dragon Hatchlings x10 (About 30 feet long. Green in color. They circle the city above in swarms, and breath streams of fire. Attacking with their claws, tail, and of course maw at close range for bites. Not very difficult too best, for an S or A-Ranked mage. Though they can be a threat in groups. They spray fire at a wide arc, and thus get three attacks for their breath attacks. They go down in 3 hits of above B-Ranked damage. They may flee; if you display a fantastic amount of magical prowess above A-Ranked, and just choose too continue too circle the city above whilst older dragons deal with you.)
Normal: Dragon Wyrms x5 (About 50 feet long. Blue in color. These grand blue dragons fly through the air in roars of the wind as they pass. Their scales are solid and thick, and non-magically augmented physical attacks will do next too nothing against them. They will swoop through the town and breath gusts of either ice, or fire upon a very wide area. Standing on rooftops is your best bet at getting a clean swipe at them or mounting them as they pass, since they move very quickly through the air. Each tail whip, claw, or bite from their maw deals A-Ranked damage. Their flame or ice breath is very large radius wise, and thus they deliver six attacks of S-Ranked damage with each breath. Requires at least 5 hits of above B-Ranked damage too each take down.)
Strong: The White Ice Dragon of the Frozen Skies (This monstrosity is humongous, at over 100 ft long, it's whale sized flying through the air. It's scales are pure white, and it's eyes seem too leak a glowing blue mist. No ice damage or magic will affect it whatsoever. If you froze it solid, it would simply shake the ice off in gigantic chunks, sending it flying everywhere crashing through debris. His breath is like a crystalline wave, and sparkles brilliantly as it envelopes and entire area for 10 hits of S-Ranked damage. The crystals and mist that expel will freeze the ground, houses, and anything it touches solid if you stay within it for more than 3 seconds. It's that cold. At over 100 feet, you do NOT want too be hit by it's tail, as it easily levels buildings with it. His claws are also bigger than most small houses, and if he bites you. You're finished. No if and or buts. You will be crushed between his teeth to within an inch of your life; and the Job will end. Will attempt a bite attack once every 5 posts. Tail and Claws deal S+ damage. Requires 20 hits of A-Ranked or above damage too take down this white monster. The wind roars in protest as it cruises by, and it can easily topple any structure in it's way. The White Ice Dragon of the Frozen Skies is SS-Ranked.)
Boss: The Golden Dragon of the Skies Beyond Knowledge (This beast, is almost mythical too behold. You almost want too stare in awe. It's scales, sparkle gold. Golden true, as if it's scales were made from gold dust. He is two hundred feet long, and is larger than any known whale flying through the skies. He sounds like an F-150 approaching, as things below him shake from sheer velocity and torque through the air. If he approaches, he will crush an entire section of the town merely by landing. He is so massive, that it would look as if a golden winged Godzilla was climbing the edges of Royal Castle's town walls. His flames, are pure gold and white with heat, just as he is. His eyes leak with these golden flames, as his roar alone is enough too scare even the mightiest of mythical creatures. His breath attack coats, everything in view as it sounds like all of the air being sucked out of the area, and then a car crash as he expels the mighty golden flames that rip through everything in their path. His flames do 15 hits of S+ damage due too the width and seemingly endlessness of the stream. It catches everything combustible a flame instantly, and the heat will make most dizzy. Unless you're prepared with some kind of visual aid, everything will be swimming with heat vision and it will be uncomfortable too remain close too anything burning. His tail and claws? If you're hit by them you'll receive S++ damage as his tail is bigger than some towers, and his claws are big enough too scoop a house up out of it's foundation and look below. If he bites you, you're done for as his maw is big enough to swallow buildings whole, no if and's or butts about it. You will be crushed between his teeth to within an inch of your life; and the Job will end. Will attempt a bite attack once every 5 posts. Forget about physical attacks unless they're magically augmented beyond A-Rank. It takes a whopping 30 hits of A-Ranked damage too defeat this monstrosity, but you will have accomplished what most only ready about in Fairy Tales. The Golden Dragon of the Skies Beyond Knowledge is H-Ranked.)
Reward: 100,000 Jewels and Renowned Fame within Royal Castle
Tag
Words
"A wanderer isn't always lost."
The first and only word that had come to mind in the description of how the Nephalem currently felt was...calm. Following that word came a string of synonymous or similar terms: peaceful, serene, tranquil, and at peace. A cool breeze passed itself through his jet black locks and over the rest of his body, sending a small rush of a sweetened fresh air to fill his corrupted lungs. It seemed as though all of the problems within his known world--or even currently within his life--had faded away at the powerful therapeutic energy generated through his current connection with his surroundings. Day to day he spent his life in the wilderness and outside of city life, but it was on rare occasions such as these was he truly able to relax and enjoy a primal instinct of enjoying the simplicity of it all. No saving a town, no lives on the line, and no being a hero. It was merely himself alongside the life around him. Of course what they say just had to have been true in this scenario: all good things come to an end. Interrupted by the calming surroundings by a sudden noise emitted from inside of his clothing, the Nephalem's eyes shot wide open almost in shock. Upon realizing that it was merely the long-range communications Lacrima he kept on hand with him at all times--in case the Council was in need for him to perform some heroic deed--a bit of disappointing flew within him.
He did not dislike the Council, far from it. Nor did he always hate it when they gave him a job they wished to have completed; it was just that not all of them were the best. Once in a while he did get one that was noteworthy of his skills, but the amount of those could be counted in one palm of his hand. Now fortunately for him, this would be one of those times that the objective of the Council would prove to be challenging for him. But unfortunately, he was not aware of it, and answered the Council's call with a rather sour attitude. Removing the Lacrima from out of his pockets, he clicked on the Lacrima's vision with a press of his thumb. From out of the Lacrima, an image of one of the Council's officials was created before him utilizing high technology and light-based Magic. At the same time, the communications was two way; he could see them, but they could also see him. And the most apparent thing upon looking at Deniel would more than likely be the unhappy expression he carried on his face. Unhappy was probably an understatement to his facial expression, for his brows furrowed themselves into a scowl and his lips dared not even to form even the faintest of grins or smiles. Only one word escaped his lips, and only one was necessary to convey his disappointment:
Though the one on the other side obviously noticed that Deniel was upset, both he and the Council knew by now that regardless of whatever mood or mindset the Nephalem was in, they would always get away with contacting him. "Greetings, Mister Thormun. I hope I am not intruding on anything important." Though calming himself and being able to enjoy a peaceful moment was more than likely not to be seen as anything important, Deniel thought of it so. Regardless, he did not say a word, and let his face convey everything that he was thinking. After a moment or so of awkward silence, realizing that Deniel wasn't going to respond to his inquiry, the male on the other side of the communications Lacrima responded: "Well, we have a situation. Perhaps the most serious one so far." Though he wasn't exactly about to believe the words of the Official right away, at the very least he managed to garner more of Deniel's attention. "Continue..." he stated quietly, with his eyes narrowing at the projection that reduced the size of the man to just a few inches. "The Royal Castle has been invaded by dragons. All attempts at ceasing their activities have resulted in the deaths of many of our warriors. We would like a God of Ishval to handle the situation."
Immediately Deniel leaped down from where he had been initially located, up on a tree branch. Within his hand he carried the Lacrima, so on the other side it appeared as though he was falling for a mere second or two. "Hah! A dragon? Think I'm scared of those little reptiles?" From the tree branch Deniel was down on the ground, with his black cloak draped over his body once more, save for his hand extended to hold out the lacrima in front of him. "You will find that their size is more than you anticipate. Regardless, if you have no fear of them, that should further enhance your capabilities of completing the mission. I trust you will not fail us?" Rolling his eyes at the mere possibility that dragons could defeat him, Deniel only returned with a sarcastic comment: "If I fail you, you'll never hear from me again. I'll be dead." A few moments of awkward silence passed between the two, in which it was Deniel's turn this time to respond to himself and break it: "Yeah, I'll kill em'! Jeez."
Following the conversation, silence descended upon the Nephalem and his surroundings. Once again a very slight breeze of wind that brushed its hair to the direction that it had been traveling to, east, and he was left alone in the serenity of nature. Unfortunately this dream of relaxation and tranquility had come to a sudden end. In a way he could have sat here, or up in his tree once more, for as long as he wanted. Though he was not compelled, nor did he have the will, to do so. Lives were at stake with every moment those dragons were compelled to run free and rampant throughout the city and the Royal Castle. The question as to how he would manage to defeat these enormous creatures brought itself to mind; certainly a dragon wouldn't be too challenging for him to defeat or kill...but save the city at the same time? He might end up destroying it further when fighting the dragon. "Tch. What a pain..." Before the fighting even started, before he decided on a plan, before he even got to the location, and before he even took a step...there were already troubles and complications in this job. "Nidhogg, where's the royal castle located?" Opening up his cloak slightly, held firm at his side was a black katana concealed beneath his cloak, and also blending in slightly with his same colored clothing. "Northern Fiore, north side of the mountains...between Beanstalk Village and Mysterious Canyon."
Closing his red eyes and sketching a map of Fiore within his mind, giving his current location first and imagining the distance between himself and distant landmarks and objects, he tried to imagine which way he should go. As the map was drawn out within his own mind, he took the very first few steps of his journey to his destination. Judging on his own current position in Fiore, the walk itself would not prove to be much of a distant journey. Fortunately. The calculations of it would be if it was a walk, however; with so many lives immediately at stake, Deniel had no intentions of making sure that he took his sweet time to the journey. Though at the same time he assured and promised himself he would not waste a single Take Over for merely getting there. Some way or another, he had a hunch that every ounce of strength was a necessity for this. One method that would not drain any Magical energy--or much physical prowess--was running. Ironic seeing as running drained the energy of most people, and that was not saying that the Nephalem's energy was not drained in the slightest, but he had such an enormous quantity that running could be seen as power walking in some perspectives. Or in other words, he could run for an enormous amount of time given that he didn't result to his top speed.
After only a few minutes of running through the grassy plains of Fiore, the thought of what exactly these dragons were capable of had processed to the Nephalem's mind. It was a fact of all things true that knowing your enemy was an essential key to victory. Aware that more information was a necessity, the Nephalem reached inside one of his pockets and pulled out the Communications Lacrima used to contact the Council. This was probably the third time that he used it to contact them rather than the other way around...he could probably surprise them. Pressing his thumb down into the Lacrima itself, there were a couple of moments of no reaction, until at last the projection of the same man from earlier had come up. "Yes, Mister Thormun?" From his side the man could see that Deniel was running, based on his bodily motions, but not much else. "Is there any information the Council can give me in regards to these dragons? Where they came from? What type they are? Size? Strength? Anything?" At first the man behind the screen merely chuckled, finding it slightly amusing that Deniel had called them back. This was primarily because earlier he anticipated Deniel would, in search of information, yet the true irony had yet to unveil itself. "Unfortunately Mister Thormun, there is not much the Council may provide. Many of our forces we send in do not return alive. And those who do could not see much, nor do they want to describe it. My suggestion would be to ask survivors in the Royal Castle. If any."
Prior to even allowing Deniel to respond, or even say a good-bye himself, the Nephalem was hung up on.
He did not dislike the Council, far from it. Nor did he always hate it when they gave him a job they wished to have completed; it was just that not all of them were the best. Once in a while he did get one that was noteworthy of his skills, but the amount of those could be counted in one palm of his hand. Now fortunately for him, this would be one of those times that the objective of the Council would prove to be challenging for him. But unfortunately, he was not aware of it, and answered the Council's call with a rather sour attitude. Removing the Lacrima from out of his pockets, he clicked on the Lacrima's vision with a press of his thumb. From out of the Lacrima, an image of one of the Council's officials was created before him utilizing high technology and light-based Magic. At the same time, the communications was two way; he could see them, but they could also see him. And the most apparent thing upon looking at Deniel would more than likely be the unhappy expression he carried on his face. Unhappy was probably an understatement to his facial expression, for his brows furrowed themselves into a scowl and his lips dared not even to form even the faintest of grins or smiles. Only one word escaped his lips, and only one was necessary to convey his disappointment:
"What?"
Though the one on the other side obviously noticed that Deniel was upset, both he and the Council knew by now that regardless of whatever mood or mindset the Nephalem was in, they would always get away with contacting him. "Greetings, Mister Thormun. I hope I am not intruding on anything important." Though calming himself and being able to enjoy a peaceful moment was more than likely not to be seen as anything important, Deniel thought of it so. Regardless, he did not say a word, and let his face convey everything that he was thinking. After a moment or so of awkward silence, realizing that Deniel wasn't going to respond to his inquiry, the male on the other side of the communications Lacrima responded: "Well, we have a situation. Perhaps the most serious one so far." Though he wasn't exactly about to believe the words of the Official right away, at the very least he managed to garner more of Deniel's attention. "Continue..." he stated quietly, with his eyes narrowing at the projection that reduced the size of the man to just a few inches. "The Royal Castle has been invaded by dragons. All attempts at ceasing their activities have resulted in the deaths of many of our warriors. We would like a God of Ishval to handle the situation."
Immediately Deniel leaped down from where he had been initially located, up on a tree branch. Within his hand he carried the Lacrima, so on the other side it appeared as though he was falling for a mere second or two. "Hah! A dragon? Think I'm scared of those little reptiles?" From the tree branch Deniel was down on the ground, with his black cloak draped over his body once more, save for his hand extended to hold out the lacrima in front of him. "You will find that their size is more than you anticipate. Regardless, if you have no fear of them, that should further enhance your capabilities of completing the mission. I trust you will not fail us?" Rolling his eyes at the mere possibility that dragons could defeat him, Deniel only returned with a sarcastic comment: "If I fail you, you'll never hear from me again. I'll be dead." A few moments of awkward silence passed between the two, in which it was Deniel's turn this time to respond to himself and break it: "Yeah, I'll kill em'! Jeez."
"Very well. Good-bye Mister Thormun. And good luck."
Following the conversation, silence descended upon the Nephalem and his surroundings. Once again a very slight breeze of wind that brushed its hair to the direction that it had been traveling to, east, and he was left alone in the serenity of nature. Unfortunately this dream of relaxation and tranquility had come to a sudden end. In a way he could have sat here, or up in his tree once more, for as long as he wanted. Though he was not compelled, nor did he have the will, to do so. Lives were at stake with every moment those dragons were compelled to run free and rampant throughout the city and the Royal Castle. The question as to how he would manage to defeat these enormous creatures brought itself to mind; certainly a dragon wouldn't be too challenging for him to defeat or kill...but save the city at the same time? He might end up destroying it further when fighting the dragon. "Tch. What a pain..." Before the fighting even started, before he decided on a plan, before he even got to the location, and before he even took a step...there were already troubles and complications in this job. "Nidhogg, where's the royal castle located?" Opening up his cloak slightly, held firm at his side was a black katana concealed beneath his cloak, and also blending in slightly with his same colored clothing. "Northern Fiore, north side of the mountains...between Beanstalk Village and Mysterious Canyon."
Closing his red eyes and sketching a map of Fiore within his mind, giving his current location first and imagining the distance between himself and distant landmarks and objects, he tried to imagine which way he should go. As the map was drawn out within his own mind, he took the very first few steps of his journey to his destination. Judging on his own current position in Fiore, the walk itself would not prove to be much of a distant journey. Fortunately. The calculations of it would be if it was a walk, however; with so many lives immediately at stake, Deniel had no intentions of making sure that he took his sweet time to the journey. Though at the same time he assured and promised himself he would not waste a single Take Over for merely getting there. Some way or another, he had a hunch that every ounce of strength was a necessity for this. One method that would not drain any Magical energy--or much physical prowess--was running. Ironic seeing as running drained the energy of most people, and that was not saying that the Nephalem's energy was not drained in the slightest, but he had such an enormous quantity that running could be seen as power walking in some perspectives. Or in other words, he could run for an enormous amount of time given that he didn't result to his top speed.
After only a few minutes of running through the grassy plains of Fiore, the thought of what exactly these dragons were capable of had processed to the Nephalem's mind. It was a fact of all things true that knowing your enemy was an essential key to victory. Aware that more information was a necessity, the Nephalem reached inside one of his pockets and pulled out the Communications Lacrima used to contact the Council. This was probably the third time that he used it to contact them rather than the other way around...he could probably surprise them. Pressing his thumb down into the Lacrima itself, there were a couple of moments of no reaction, until at last the projection of the same man from earlier had come up. "Yes, Mister Thormun?" From his side the man could see that Deniel was running, based on his bodily motions, but not much else. "Is there any information the Council can give me in regards to these dragons? Where they came from? What type they are? Size? Strength? Anything?" At first the man behind the screen merely chuckled, finding it slightly amusing that Deniel had called them back. This was primarily because earlier he anticipated Deniel would, in search of information, yet the true irony had yet to unveil itself. "Unfortunately Mister Thormun, there is not much the Council may provide. Many of our forces we send in do not return alive. And those who do could not see much, nor do they want to describe it. My suggestion would be to ask survivors in the Royal Castle. If any."
Prior to even allowing Deniel to respond, or even say a good-bye himself, the Nephalem was hung up on.
Notes: Word Count: 1,666/17,850 (I did that on purpose. Heheh.)