- Job shit:
Job: The Sunny Tower of No Return
Rank: B
Player Requirements: B-Ranked Wizard(s) or above, or 2 C-Ranked Wizards 250 word per post requirement. Thread must be at least 30 posts long.
Job Requirements: Bring home your clients daughter. Must defeat either the Sun Mages, or the Archmage of the Sun. May cause other enemies too flee until one of the two becomes available. Scale the Mystic Tower's 50 floors.
Job Location: Mystic Tower
Job Description: The Mystic Tower stands untouched and unappropriated, at large. Any who venture there never seem too return. Although mysteriously, letters still get sent home too loved ones as if they've found some new meaning in life. Your client's daughter has left for the Mystic Tower after being curious, and fell victim too this very situation. Her parents are incredibly worried about her, and have received disturbing letters in which it seems as if she's praising the sun. They want you too go there, and bring her home. Realizing the risks, they'll pay heftily for her safe return too Magnolia.
(Note: Character Names, and Boss and Enemy Names Are Up Too You)
Enemies:
Weak: Initiates of the Sun x10 (These new comers too the Order of the Sun haven't truly mastered their magic yet. A lot of them are very young and may be easily intimidated. Some are extremely bold and brazen though, and will not be dissuaded easily. They can make their fists and feet glow with sunlight too strike at their opponents, but that's about it. It takes two hits too down each initiate. They may flee if you display a level of magic that's way beyond them, likely deciding too leave the Order of the Sun all together if convinced.)
Normal: Apprentice of the Sun x5 (These young wizards are students of the Sun-Make school of the tower, and show great potential and skill already. They can augment their physical attacks, and fight with potent martial skill. They will augment their hands, arms, legs, and body with Sun-Make magic too strike you. They will also fire bolts of sunlight, that quickly emerge from their hands and smash through objects, these deal C-Ranked damage, as they are not skilled enough for the homing streams of sunlight yet. It takes four direct hits too bring each down. They may flee if you display magic above A-Rank.)
Strong: The Sun Mages x2 (These two wizards are draped in desert like attire, of gold and silver wrappings. Their Sun-Make magic is incredible. It allows them too fly at high speeds, and strike with hand-to-hand combat with amazing levels of martial arts skill. They are highly skilled fighters and attack with 4 "Damage Die" each time they attack. The sunlight that surrounds their body results in unpleasant burns if struck. They can also fire streams of sunlight that fan into the air and then home in on you. If hit, they deal B-Ranked damage. They are incredible gymnasts and will show as much when dodging, even while flying. Though they will not fly at all times. It takes 10 hits too bring each of these two down. Their attacks pierce through all darkness oriented abilities with ease.)
Boss: Archmage of the Sun (This guy is draped in insane robes, with a golden crown on top of his head, glittering constantly. He levitates around, swooping through the area and releasing incredibly powerful blasts of white hot sunlight from his hands and body. He is excellent at countering magical effects, and if he rolls a block then NO effect of your magic will get through. He is somewhat vulnerable too physical attacks, if you can get him out of the air and down too your level...and then make it past his insane Sun Magic. His palm blasts of sunlight travel at high speeds, and will home in on you. You must dodge them at the last second too evade, any failed block results in B-Ranked damage, and a very uncomfortable and painful burn on the spot. His Sun-Make magic pierces through all darkness oriented abilities without hesitation. His ultimate attack, which he will use every 5 posts results in him gathering copious amounts of sunlight into himself as he begins too shine brightly. He unleashes streams of sunlight that soar through the area and slam through nearly anything in their path. These deal A-Ranked damage and will disorient you for a few posts after being struck unless you have some form of healing magic. Any form of Healing will help you remain oriented. He takes 15 hits too topple.)
Reward: 15,000 Jewels
Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]
VladHarbinger of Death
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Lineage : Arm of Destiny
Position : None
Posts : 654
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Self Taught
Experience : 50
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hollowed Summons
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
- Post n°1
Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]
Hallowed Summons § Vlad Chao § Bank
VladHarbinger of Death
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Lineage : Arm of Destiny
Position : None
Posts : 654
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Self Taught
Experience : 50
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hollowed Summons
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
- Post n°2
Re: Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]
THERE IS A THIN LINE
between what is good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
The mystic tower; a place that seemed to draw in mages from all over. By simply approaching the area one could feel the magical presence it emits. Every so often a person would be so bold as to enter the tower, however, that person was usually never seen again. This is where the job began; it seemed some influential nobles daughter had wandered into the tower, and has not returned home. A day has passed since this incident, and the family has been in a panic. They knew after two days the chance of retrieving a missing person alive dropped dramatically. This was the job Vlad was tasked with, however, he was going to be accompanied by a person who the family had chose not to introduce. Who could it be? Would it be an interesting combination? Only time will tell.
Letting out a slight sigh, Vlad would simply look around; he had exited the mansion and was not exactly sure where he was meant to be going... He was not lost, per say, but he was not familiar with this area. Truth be told, he had never been to either location; he learned of a new place, some house of a pompous noble, and now a "Mystical" tower. "Mystical? Really?" He laughed, walking through the gate of the manner. "Now, which way..." It seemed Vlad was in the mood to talk to himself today, very strange.
In fact, the only reason Vlad had taken this job was because of a rumor he had heard. Apparently there was a group of mages taking refuge in that particular tower; they seemed to be a cult of some kind. Offering up sacrifices to some deity. Perhaps they believed the sun to be a god? Morons like them are what made life even harder to deal with. When attempting to go about his own business these were the type of people that would usually hold him up; make him waste time on fruitless tasks, to make a decision simply to appease the person. Vlad, often, killed these people. Who would deal with the likes of them?
Looking up to the sky, Vlad decided it was best to head north. The place was definitely in the north! It was a gut feeling Vlad had; he hoped he was correct with this assumption. The dirt would mold under his feet; each step brought him closer and closer to his destination. There was one sign that allowed him to be confident in his decision to head north; as he grew closer and closer to this location the magical presence would increase. One could feel the amount of magic in the air increasing, significantly, as they approached the tower.
Now, after having climbed a rather large hill, Vlad began to see his destination; the tower was something that simply could not be ignored. It rose from the ground to an amazing height; made of some orange substance, it must be very sturdy. How could a person build something that would not last? Especially when it would be built to reach heights such as that. "Well, I suppose that this is a good sign..." He yawned, looking around. Where was the other mage? He was told that he would run across the person at some point, but he has not run into another soul thus far. Well, it was fine with him. He often found that others simply got in his way, or distracted him. Well, he would not let that happen this time. These people, some rag tag cult as it seemed, could not be allowed to continue their existence. If one was to build a cult, then it must be done in secret. Let no one know of it, and if they do, kill them. It was a simple rule. Staying hidden, shrouded in darkness, is the best option for all those who were considered monsters; the people who made things go bump in the night. This was how he was able to live his life.
Deciding to quicken his pace, he simply wished to end the party. Now, taking up a speed walk, Vlad was on the move; he was ready to quickly eliminate all those who stood in his path, and even those who admitted defeat; they always return to the same life. It simply was a matter of time. Letting out a slight smirk he found his first... targets.
Standing at the front of the tower was a band of ten mages; they all seemed a bit wet behind the ears. This was going to be a lot simpler than he had thought. "Oh, you boys. Scram." As he said that the bunch simply looked Vlad over, then began to laugh.
"What are you going to do if we don't?" The leader provoked, walking forward. As he did so Azriel would erupt from the shadows, slashing upwards he would slit the mans throat. Blood would fly from the mans neck, covering Azriel in the mans tainted blood. "Disgusting..." He muttered, moving forward. Watching this the nine remaining men would flea from the scene; it seemed they were not told of the dangers this possessed. Perhaps they though this was a simple club they could join due to boredom? Idiots.
Fear, that is what compelled these men to flee. They were afraid they would be next. Who would give their life for a group of people they just joined? For those that may, or may not, share the same values? Any person who was completely blinded would do this; there were only a few who could be completely fooled into that life, and those were the one that would die. It was simple. Now, moving forward, he simply ignored the body on the ground. "Hm, I wonder who this second mage is...." Vlad sighed, leaning against the tower. It appeared he would simply wait for his accomplice. "I can wait... For a little while..." With this he simply cracked his neck, awaiting the arrival of his compatriot.
@tag
1004|1004|7500
HP:200| MP:100
Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
Soul Link
Abilities used:
1004|1004|7500
HP:200| MP:100
Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
Soul Link
Abilities used:
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
Hallowed Summons § Vlad Chao § Bank
Invidia- - - - -
Lineage : Zeus' Descendant
Position : None
Posts : 123
Guild : Grim Heresy
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 150
Character Sheet
First Skill: Blood Curse
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
- Post n°3
Re: Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]
The doll sat in the window of an old antique store, staring silently out at those that passed by the large glass panes. The single streetlamp in front illuminated her like a spot light would on a stage; the smile drawn upon her lips seemed to let those know how she reveled in the attention - that was, of course, the reason why Invidia chose this particular antique shop to gain her rest. And so, she sat there. In one instance the doll existed behind the glass and in the next moment a man's shadow passed over her and then it was gone; dissolved into the shadows like sugar in water. From a nearby darkened alleyway Invidia formed, stepping out of the rippling shadows as one would from behind a satin curtain. The shadows slid from her mortal form, like silk upon skin, as she stepped into the flood of artificial light created by the street lamp.
In an instant, Invidia snapped herself awake. Her green, silky hair exposed itself to be puffy, courtesy of the bedhead she had been given. God, did she look horrible as a doll. There was no way she had ever caked her face with that much powder.
Hosenka was a day like any other. Problems-ridden for at least another day, Invidia eyed the ceiling of her apartment room, wondering what was in store for her today. A sigh escaped her lips as she covered her face with her pillow. Silence took over the room until her stomach couldn't handle the atmosphere any longer and growled. Shooting up immediately, she decided to finally get up and start her daily activities.
Sluggishly relieving pressure off her bed, Invidia arrived in the washroom. She grabbed her toothbrush and applied the mint-flavored paste, scrubbing her pearly whites. Front to back. Side to side. Rinse and repeat. And fall asleep. Somehow still upholding her posture, the succubi had knocked out whilst keeping balance on her feet. There were times when she tilted side to side, though never completely falling down. When she finally awoke, hours later, the toothbrush was hanging from her lips. Her eyes drowsy, the undead acted as if nothing had happened, though even for her, this was definitely a special case.
"Breakfast..." she moaned, making her way over to the kitchen in hopes of making something delicious and comforting to her stomach. Nothing specific came to mind therefore eggs were sizzling on a pan a few moments later. Invidia opened the fridge for more ingredients. Instead, she noticed that her refrigerator was empty, reminding her to head to shop for groceries just as soon as she finished eating breakfast. While her pancakes were finishing up, the she-monster got changed to something that would be better off than her pajamas. She sat down, took a bite out of her pancake and eggs, and got up, dumping the food into the trash and the dish into the sink for later before stating the obvious. "It's not breakfast."
For someone who enjoyed food as much as Invidia, one would suggest that shopping was no big deal for her. That person could not have been more wrong in any other situation. The she-monster abhorred the thought of shopping or activity in general. As someone with looks that force men around her in bars, she firmly believed that everything that she received was due to her everlasting beauty and charm, nothing else within the equation. She sighed as she thought about it, contemplating on if she should just stay home, putting it off for another day. It wasn't too late. She didn't leave the house yet. With her hand on the doorknob, she hesitated on whether or not to twist the knob and allow the light into her epitome of darkness that was known as her apartment. Alas, she gathered the courage to work the job that she had unintentionally put off for quite some time. As the door loomed opened, a white piece of paper took place at the doorstep. A letter. Invidia pondered at whatever could it be; guessing games were a lot more fun than simply opening the mysterious letter. In the end, spending fifteen extra minutes pondering wasn't going to get her anywhere. Invidia simply cut open the letter with some blood formed into a small knife. She hadn't noticed it before, but the stamp was of an insignia she had recognized. A week or two beforehand, a rich family had offered to pay a huge amount of cash to any mage who would be willing to retrieve their daughter from a tower. To Invidia, this job wasn't what she normally did; darker jobs tended to pay out more. However, realizing the risks, the client offered quite a high sum of jewels in return for her services. "Guess the groceries can wait..." she quietly announced to herself. After all, how was she to pay for the groceries without any money?
The ocean-green eyes of the sanguine mage lit up in the dark forest, feline eyes in the midst of night. Perceptive and yet oddly beautiful, Invidia traversed the terrain to head to the supposed meeting spot as well as the location for the job. The famed Mystic Tower, rumored to be a mysterious terrain where those who entered never make it out. Mages who loomed closer and closer towards the architectural structure tend to be drawn towards the magical power that emitted. All the reason more for Invidia to take on this said job. With everything Invidia did, no matter how silly they seemed, the blood knight always had a motive. Eccentric as she was, she knew what she was doing.
The Mystic Tower was in sight, though still a few hundred steps away. She paused while staring at the rumored tower, feeling the magical energy it possessed. But that wasn't all she noticed. The more she stared at the structure, the more her magical pool of energy seemed to be siphoned. A smile appeared on her face. She enjoyed this job already.
In an instant, Invidia snapped herself awake. Her green, silky hair exposed itself to be puffy, courtesy of the bedhead she had been given. God, did she look horrible as a doll. There was no way she had ever caked her face with that much powder.
Hosenka was a day like any other. Problems-ridden for at least another day, Invidia eyed the ceiling of her apartment room, wondering what was in store for her today. A sigh escaped her lips as she covered her face with her pillow. Silence took over the room until her stomach couldn't handle the atmosphere any longer and growled. Shooting up immediately, she decided to finally get up and start her daily activities.
Sluggishly relieving pressure off her bed, Invidia arrived in the washroom. She grabbed her toothbrush and applied the mint-flavored paste, scrubbing her pearly whites. Front to back. Side to side. Rinse and repeat. And fall asleep. Somehow still upholding her posture, the succubi had knocked out whilst keeping balance on her feet. There were times when she tilted side to side, though never completely falling down. When she finally awoke, hours later, the toothbrush was hanging from her lips. Her eyes drowsy, the undead acted as if nothing had happened, though even for her, this was definitely a special case.
"Breakfast..." she moaned, making her way over to the kitchen in hopes of making something delicious and comforting to her stomach. Nothing specific came to mind therefore eggs were sizzling on a pan a few moments later. Invidia opened the fridge for more ingredients. Instead, she noticed that her refrigerator was empty, reminding her to head to shop for groceries just as soon as she finished eating breakfast. While her pancakes were finishing up, the she-monster got changed to something that would be better off than her pajamas. She sat down, took a bite out of her pancake and eggs, and got up, dumping the food into the trash and the dish into the sink for later before stating the obvious. "It's not breakfast."
For someone who enjoyed food as much as Invidia, one would suggest that shopping was no big deal for her. That person could not have been more wrong in any other situation. The she-monster abhorred the thought of shopping or activity in general. As someone with looks that force men around her in bars, she firmly believed that everything that she received was due to her everlasting beauty and charm, nothing else within the equation. She sighed as she thought about it, contemplating on if she should just stay home, putting it off for another day. It wasn't too late. She didn't leave the house yet. With her hand on the doorknob, she hesitated on whether or not to twist the knob and allow the light into her epitome of darkness that was known as her apartment. Alas, she gathered the courage to work the job that she had unintentionally put off for quite some time. As the door loomed opened, a white piece of paper took place at the doorstep. A letter. Invidia pondered at whatever could it be; guessing games were a lot more fun than simply opening the mysterious letter. In the end, spending fifteen extra minutes pondering wasn't going to get her anywhere. Invidia simply cut open the letter with some blood formed into a small knife. She hadn't noticed it before, but the stamp was of an insignia she had recognized. A week or two beforehand, a rich family had offered to pay a huge amount of cash to any mage who would be willing to retrieve their daughter from a tower. To Invidia, this job wasn't what she normally did; darker jobs tended to pay out more. However, realizing the risks, the client offered quite a high sum of jewels in return for her services. "Guess the groceries can wait..." she quietly announced to herself. After all, how was she to pay for the groceries without any money?
The ocean-green eyes of the sanguine mage lit up in the dark forest, feline eyes in the midst of night. Perceptive and yet oddly beautiful, Invidia traversed the terrain to head to the supposed meeting spot as well as the location for the job. The famed Mystic Tower, rumored to be a mysterious terrain where those who entered never make it out. Mages who loomed closer and closer towards the architectural structure tend to be drawn towards the magical power that emitted. All the reason more for Invidia to take on this said job. With everything Invidia did, no matter how silly they seemed, the blood knight always had a motive. Eccentric as she was, she knew what she was doing.
The Mystic Tower was in sight, though still a few hundred steps away. She paused while staring at the rumored tower, feeling the magical energy it possessed. But that wasn't all she noticed. The more she stared at the structure, the more her magical pool of energy seemed to be siphoned. A smile appeared on her face. She enjoyed this job already.
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VladHarbinger of Death
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Lineage : Arm of Destiny
Position : None
Posts : 654
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Self Taught
Experience : 50
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hollowed Summons
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
- Post n°4
Re: Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]
THERE IS A THIN LINE
between what is good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
It had been around ten minutes since he had decided to wait for his accomplice; was he really going to sit here and wait? Could he, honestly, hold out from completing such a simple job for such a long amount of time? He doubted that his concentration would hold. Well, it was not his concentration; it was his will to wait. How could a person simply sit in the sun, baking, all day and wait for a person who may never show? The possibilities of what could happen to the child began to enter into his mind; who knew what these, albeit supposed, cultists would do? There were many scenarios that would pop into the males mind as he waited for his partner.
Torture. As the female was wandering around inside the tower the occupants, who would have thought the place belonged to them, would have become furious at the fact that she had been skipping around there without any semblance of respect, dignity or pride. Having no respect for what they would, definitely, see as a holy place they would go mad; who knew what they would do exactly? Grab the child, drag her to the top of the tower and tie her down to some crudely made altar? This was, definitely, a possibility. From there they may break out their knives, torches and other instruments of torture; what would be heard from that point would only be screams, assuming they did not gag her. This was merely the first plausible outcome.
Hostage. While this was unlikely, at least in Vlad's eyes, it was something that could occur. Simply taking the female as she wandered around this place would not be that troublesome; it would, in fact be much easier once she entered the tower. Having stories that people who entered never left would allow for the perfect guise. No one would have suspected the female had simply been taken hostage; being held for ransom would allow the cult to gain funds. What they would do with these funds was beyond Vlad, why would they need the money? They would not, unless the higher ups used it to live extravagant lives. This was, often, how a cult would behave. Those at the top merely using those below them to further their own agenda. Truth be told, this was how everyday life was!
Slavery. While this idea was the most annoying to Vlad, it was entirely plausible. Who said a cult was above the use of children as slaves? The cult may simply be taking them from this tower and transporting them to some mine, living their lives as simple miners; who knew? All that was clear, at this point, was that the people who entered this place never left; this was something that also caught his attention.
Were they living in this tower? It is totally plausible that those who entered were those who wished to simply join the cult, and had no reason to leave after joining. If they had entered with the right supplies anything would be plausible; magic allows for crazy things to be done. With only a few seeds, and some mages, it was plausible to start a farm. A farm would lead to a commune. The building was plenty large to facilitate living quarters, and magic could reproduce the outside world, if blended correctly. Yes, this was an entirely plausible idea that entered his mind.
This was as far as he would think about such an idiotic matter. Who cared what they were using those they abducted for? Not all of them were his concern; to be honest none of them were. Even this child, who he had been tasked to rescue, was not something that he really thought of. He simply was looking forward to the reward; it was not like this job was something that would further his ideals. Increase his power throughout the land. It was not something that would, completely, change his future. It would not change his ideals. It would simply fund his plans; more money in the war chest was something no one complained about. Money was something that could be considered equivalent to power, if you knew how to use it. Yes, in the right hands money was power. As this crossed his mind something changed in the scenery.
Turning his head, he would begin to examine the area in which he had come from. At first, nothing could be scene. It was simply a hill, though that was not the truth. He could see it, the faint outline of a women approaching this place. Was she his accomplice? An enemy? He had no idea who, exactly, this was.
Caution, that was the something that he would need to use in this situation. He could not trust anyone without a reason; this is something he learned through his life and has been an adamant believer of. Simply trusting other led to betrayal. Trust was something one had to earn, it was not simply handed to those who asked for it. Trust, loyalty, these were two things that were valued above all and would be amazing assets throughout a persons life, career, etc. There were few people who had managed to gain these things from Vlad. Betrayal, liars, weak willed men. These were all the things that Vlad could not stand. He did not deal well with these types of people. He despised them.
It was as these thoughts crossed his mind that the female was approaching the tower. "Hey, here to help?" He asked, looking the female over. "Lets get started, eh?" It was with these words that he would offer the female a chance at trust. This was something he felt they were deserving of. A chance to prove themselves to be better than the rest. This was all a person would need in order to gain a persons trust; even with this it was plausible it would be a facade; an attempt to simply win the person over. It was always risky letting new people in.
@Invidia
1011|3015|7500
HP:200| MP:100
Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
Soul Link
Abilities used:
1011|3015|7500
HP:200| MP:100
Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
Soul Link
Abilities used:
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
Hallowed Summons § Vlad Chao § Bank
VladHarbinger of Death
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Lineage : Arm of Destiny
Position : None
Posts : 654
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Self Taught
Experience : 50
Character Sheet
First Skill: Hollowed Summons
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
- Post n°5
Re: Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]
BUMP
Hallowed Summons § Vlad Chao § Bank