- Job [Honorable Death]:
- Job Title: Honorable Death
Rank: D-Rank Damage.
Player Requirements: 1 D-Rank Mage Only, 1000 word count minimum
Job Requirements: Slay the Warrior Honorably
Job Location: Oshibana
Job Description: One day, on the Post board, a Warrior posted a request: help him go onto the afterlife, with an honorable death. He, in the description of the request, said he cleared it with the Magic Council, so any Legal, or Neutral guild mage can fulfill the request.
Enemies:
Boss: Ior Valiir, The Aged Warrior- This man, living 80 years, feels time take its' toll finally, and so put out the request, so that he goes to Valhalla, not Hel. He wields nothing but a plain kite shield, and a Double-Edged longsword. His shield will block 1 D-Rank damage, and his sword deals 1 D-Rank Damage. The man himself takes 1 D-Rank damage to kill.
Reward: 1.5K Jewel. D-Rank XP
-- credit to Aera Tylidae
► COPY ◄ ► INFINITY HYDRA ◄ ► HE WHO WANDERS ◄ ► DRAWN BLADE ◄ ► HEALTH – 100 ◄ ► MANA - 100% ◄ ► STATUS - HEALTHY ◄ | » It happened on his way from the Rose Garden- Yeah, he's someone that tends to extend his trips as much as he possibly can. Even if it means taking the entire route around the main stretch of Fiore. "It's not like I'm needed at the Guild at all times. Some leniency is what drew me there in the first place." He announced aloud to himself. It wasn't as if he would be overheard anyways. The road was a desolate of other life right now; the muck compromised of slush, snow and mud made that so- Travelers and traders were far from fond of such terrain and opted to wait out till it got colder, or dried up some. Copy was not one to pass up an opportunity to move about, regardless of how exhausting and long it may take. He was fond of the times, it characterized his soul and proved events that he cherishes whenever he thinks about it. So here we are. A back-pack strapped over either shoulder, hands nestled comfortably in his duster coat pockets. A scarf wrapped loosely around his neck and chin to provide some resistance to the ailments of cold and wind. Having traveled sometime now, Copy had recognized the signs of a nearing population; the first since Beanstalk Village. Night was far off in his mind. Despite it being winter, he traveled early and slept early; saved him arduous steps that could be better put to use. Passing half a day, the sight of the town stretched into his vision faster than he anticipated. A blur was often present when he was encapsulated in the sights. Perhaps it was his trick to going such astronomical distances merely by foot. Wandering through the city entrance, nothing extravagant like massive foreboding gates, guards or the like. Mostly just the dirt road changing into stone. A subtle- but welcome change of course. "Hiiiyo~ Sir!" not far off, a high-tonal voice of a young lady was calling out. Waving in Copy's direction; figuring coincidence he merely passed it off and continued. Until a moments silenced passed, the feeling of escape falling around him- Then she showed up in-front of him. Uncomfortably. Squinting with some restrain in his voice. His breath, wasn't anything to swoon over. So he hid it as best he could to a girl a few inches from his face. "Y-Yes..?" he had inquired with some reluctance. "Are you good with that sword? I have a dire task of importance for you! My great-grandad is following a tradition he wishes to honor!" before he could deny the obvious truth. She had clutched his left hand with the grip of a butcher and strung him along like some doll. It was quite unfortunate- This wasn't the first time. Before he knew it, he was sat in a cushion inside a rustic, comfortable home. With an elderly man set on the opposite side of the table from him. There was some steel of resolve in his stare- It reminded him of staring in a mirror. Something that was albeit perturbing; it drew a bead of sweat that slid down the side of his dirt scathed face, which reminded him that he hadn't even had a change to eat, clean or anything before he was drug into some strange event that unfolded afore him. "Nameless Swordsman, I wish to request something of great importance to me. You see, I am growing in age. My body moves not the same; my mind not acute as it once were. But what remains is the resolve of my youth, I was trained as a swordsman like yourself and wish to uphold a tradition in our families ancestry. I will die soon, I wish it not to be in a bed-- Sick, ailed of my families burdens. So-" it was growing increasingly clear that the man was becoming somewhat emotional over the conversation- One-sided as it was. A glass sheen fell over his eyes. "I bid a request that you draw arms against me. Not as an enemy, but a man of fellow respect." While some silence fell over the room, the quiet shuffles of the impressively well-dressed young girl from earlier. The awkward gulp that came from Copy, it was clear he had been contemplating denying the request. But the swelling in his heart of honor and loyalty to the blade, no matter how little he truly followed; was still admirable in the old-man. It would be cruel injustice to decline... He knew it, but still thought about it. "Curses... Am I really going to have to accept this- Bad timing for me, probably a miracle for these folk. Who am I to deny this man his dying wish. At the cost of blood on my hands..." Copy had closed his eyes briefly. Taking a deep inhale and exhale- it was a sigh, but he did what he could to mask it. Concern drew on both their faces. It was met with a steeled look of resolve, contrary to the sweat that slid down next to his left eye. "I accept. Your duel is with the Hydra named Copy. Prepare yourself." |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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