King of Pirates [Job/Solo]

(Happens before Finding Runes)

Grema was currently headed toward a town called The Ace of Spades to do an errand for her guild as payment for her lodgings. She was supposed to deliver a letter to the Guild Sabertooth, got caught up in a sandstorm. Currently, the magitech mage was sulking in a conveniently located cave while waiting for the weather to die down. “Looks like I’m in here for the night. Great. Just great.” The woman grumbles to herself, looking outside at the raging sand.

It was at that time Grema notices that the cave ran deeper than she had previously thought. She travels down the tunnel and becomes wary at what appears to be fire light up ahead. The mage sneaks toward it but only see’s a large inscription with two torches lighted beside it. After checking for traps the scientist approaches the inscribed wall, almost in awe, and begins to read.

“The pirate Gold Roger huh…” Grema mumbles to herself. Supposedly this man was a historically famous thief, and was said to have even stolen from the gods themselves. The tablet also said that this as his tomb and great treasures lied within it. “Niiiiiice.” The mage grins to herself, then notices too late that on the sand floor there were footprints other than hers, many of them.

WC: 219

Dice roll

The member 'Grema Fen' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Normal Dice' :

She smells fire and death, and startles as two fiery dogs appear out of nowhere and begin to pace around her. “Eye of Magi.” Grema says and scans one of the creatures while they are still assessing her. The her magitech artificial eye tells her that these are Hell Hounds, the dogs of hell ho bury the bones of those they kill and drag their victims souls to the underworld. ‘Probably not best to use fire against them.’ Grema thinks grimly as one snaps at her back, only for her to yell “Magi Shift: Sword!” and rush forward to attack its friend. She hit’s it once, then twice before the dog behind her manages to bite her leg. Unfortunately for it that was her fake magitech leg, so other than a bit of bleeding that will stop soon, she felt fine. Her regenerative blood and a code imputed into her system should stop the blood flow and this caused her to feel no pain at the bite.


WD: 152

Hell Hound: 2/4
Grema: HP 95 / MP 90 (Cooldowns: Shift (4))

The member 'Grema Fen' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Normal Dice' :

Grema flipped over as the one in front snapped at her. She had gotten some distance now, and the two traded looks then growled. Then the less injured one opened it’s maws and shot a huge fireball at the mage. “Oh shi-!” Grema yells as she attempt to take cover but is still hit with the blast. She can hear the mutts barking in what she assumes to be laughter and in a rage Grema sucks up her pain and tears through the fire to where the dead meat is, slashing at the injured one twice until it falls. She then duels with the last one for awhile until it too falls, and Grema stand victorious over their dead bodies, clothes still burning. She falls down for a moment, but quickly gets up in shock at what she’s seeing. The two hell hounds had just disinigrated to ashes before her eye’s!

WC: 158

Grema: HP 85/ MP 80 (Cooldowns: Shift (2))

The member 'Grema Fen' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Normal Dice' :

Grema moves on painfully. Why might you ask? Because no matter how much she tries her parts of her clothes and skin continue to burn. And it hurts. A lot. She tried rolling in the dirt, patting it out, and even taking off the clothes. The fire would just phase through the cloth and stick to her skin, still burning. Not even water put it out. Grema noticed that the degree of burn underneath the flame wasn’t getting any worse, but the pain of burning was still there.

In a haze of pain, she continued down a hallway and was relieved to find an empty campsite of sorts. The mage gratefully flops down on a bedroll and tries to distract herself from the burning sensations. Grema notices that as time goes on the flames were getting smaller. This was greatly relieving, and the engineer rests until all of the flames die down and she recovers from her wounds.

WC: 158

Grema: HP 100/ MP 80 (Cooldowns: Shift (1))

By sheer luck Grema manages to avoid some bandits and skeletons fighting by sneaking by them and setting up a clever trap. One giant explosion later and the scrawny creatures are down for the count with no bodily harm done to the mage. She continued onwards down a long hallway filled with carvings of the Pirate King’s adventures. Every once in a while Grema would stop to read some inscriptions. The journey was overall peaceful.

Finally she could see two large ornately carved doors up ahead. This, she assumed, was the entrance to Roger’s tomb. There would most definitely be a trap. Grema didn’t bother with stealth this time as she used her magitech arm to effortlessly open the heavy stone doors, noticing that by some markings it was recently opened by someone else. The chamber was in a grand dome, powered by fire larchima to give it an ancient eerie feeling. There were four large pillars holding up the ceiling and all around the room were various coffins of what Grema assumed to be Roger’s crewmates. In the middle of the room on a raised dais was the fancy resting coffin of Gold Roger. Peering at it from above was who Grema assumed the leader of the bandits.

WC:209

The fire larchima flickered as both doors slammed open, no chance of a sneak attack available for her. Not that Grema minded, she planned for a direct assault anyways. The woman slowly limped forwards as the gruff looking man continued to inspect the sarcophagus.

“So you’re the one who messed with my boys, huh?” The man says to her, voice echoing through the chamber ominously. “You after the Pirate King’s treasure as well? For that I have some things to tel ya.” The flames flickered again as the man, back still facing Grema, whipped out a large halberd. “You can kill my dogs.” He twirled the weapon around himself impressively. “You can down my men.”

Suddenly he jumped into the air, and Grema had to roll to the side to dodge the spear impaling her. The bandit instead landed on the ground, halberd cracking the tomb floor. He quickly got up and turned to face the mage. “But Jack the Bandit leader will never let you take his treasure from him!!” The man roared and they both readied into a battle stance.

WC: 182

‘No, wait it’s a pole arm, not a halberd.’ Grema quickly corrects herself while dodging said weapon from impaling her. She was still feeling pretty pissed about the whole hellhound incident, so beating the crap out of their owner would make her feel better.

“Magi Shift: Whip!” She yells out, and her arm turns into an almost two meter long whip. No use using a sword against a weapon that long. Thankfully Grema’s holder magic grants her options. She lashed out with her whip, making it take a hold of the mans polearm and with her superior magitech induced strength she pulled him forward and landed a decisive kick to his mid-section. She then undid her hold on the weapon and leaped over the man, slashing at his back with her magically infused weapon.

“You bi-!” Jack screamed in pain but his swear was cut off by another slash of Grema’s whip.

Bandit Leader: 8 ½ / 10
Grema: HP 100/ MP 100 (Cooldowns: Shift (4))

It was Grema’s turn to swear as Jack managed to land a hit on her. It hurt surprisingly more than she thought it would, which made Grema suspect it was no ordinary weapon. The mage had to make sure she wasn’t hit with that polearm again. But she needed a bit more room.

She muttered something under her breath so the bandit couldn’t hear as he approached were she fell. Grema then got up and fumbled with an item. “No!” She yelled, reaching out for it as it fell from her shaking hands.

“Heh, whats this? Something important to you?” The bandit grins cruelly as he picks up the small round object, not noticing Grema leaping behind one of the large pillars.

“Ignite!” Grema yells while pressing the hotkey to cause the bomb that she dropped on purpose to explode. She covers her ears and hunched into herself as the explosion goes off. Thankfully the pillar covered her from any damage. Not so much for Jack.

Bandit Leader: 7 ½ / 10
Grema: HP 60/ MP 80 (Cooldowns: Shift (3), bomb (2))

Grema takes advantage of the bandit being ‘distracted’ and jumps from behind the pillar to whip at his prone form, causing him to yelp and scramble to his feet.

She managed another whiplash (Grema was beginning to feel like someone who was into kinky things…) before he managed to get to his feet and lunge for his magical polearm. He put a victorious grin onto his face, whipped around to face the mage, only for the grin to slide of “Oooooh fuuuuu-“ “Tech Fire Shot!” The woman yelled with her own grin as a ball of flame hits Jack square on the chest, sending him flying back, clothes on fire.

The man screamed as he attempted to pat himself down and ended up stripping almost naked in his attempt to rid himself of the fire. This gave Grema the perfect opportunity to slash at his bare skin. “Ouch!” Then kick him when he was down. What? That on-going hell flame had hurt.

WC: 162

Bandit Leader: 4 / 10
Grema: HP 60/ MP 70 (Cooldowns: Shift (3), bomb (2))

Grema readied for one more slash but was taken completely by surprise when he managed to whip out his polearm and land a hit on her. She fell back with a grunt, a new wound on her torso bleeding sluggishly.

“I will no longer be made a fool of!” The almost naked bandit roared. For some reason, he looked better off than he was before. Grema suspected healing magic as she rolled away. She planted another bomb underneath the dirt below her as the bandit stumbled, the lunged behind Rogers tomb as she unleashes the blast again. Grema no longer had her whip or other damage dealing spells. She couldn’t take another hit. But she only had one choice.

“Where are you?!” Jack screamed as he searched the tomb for the woman. Suddenly he was laying flat on his back as Grema had climbed up a pillar and jumped at him as he neared. Grema punched him one, two, three, four times, before she had to get off of him in fear of retaliation.

WC: 174

Bandit Leader: 1 ½ / 10
Grema: HP 25/ MP 70 (Cooldowns: Shift (1), shot (1), bomb (2))

“Prepare to die girlie.” An infuriated bandit leader tells her as he finally managed to corner Grema to a wall. But them hit saw Grema’s smirk.

“Not today asshole. Tech Fire Shot!” She yelled and unleashed another fireball. A bit hit Grema, but she quickly put out the flames and looked at her handiwork. “Danm, still not down for the count? I can fix that.” The scientist tells the moaning bandit then delivers a swift kick to his head, knocking hid out cold.

“Finally.” She grumbles tiredly, then glances at the tomb. Might as well see what all the fuss is about. Feeling slightly disrespectful she easily pushes off the top of the tomb, revealing a skeleton wearing a stereotypical pirate’s garb. There was a decaying note attached to the skull.

‘Congratulations on making it to my tomb. As a reward for your treasure hunting take my magical pirate robes and the Stone of the World. You’ll need it later. Swift sailing. – Gold Roger’

This made Grema feel a tad better for raiding his tomb and picked up the items. She could feel the magic flowing within them, though the mage wasn’t wearing the clothes until they were thoroughly washed. With that in mind Grema left the tomb, its mysteries solved.

[End of Job]

WC: 211