- Spoiler:
- Job Title: Key To The Kingdom
Rank: B
Player Requirements: B rank only. Must be soloed.
Job Requirements: 7,500 words minimum. Must defeat Key. This job may only be completed once per mage.
Job Location: Unknown Lands
Job Description:
Recent missing cases have caught the eye of the Magic Council, though the location is not quite confirmed, it seems that these missing cases link to the recent murders that have been going on in those same lands. Many dead bodies lie there, and each body has three word imprinting on their foreheads. "You Are Free". After a recent party of Rune Knights have been left the same way, an emergency call went out to all of the guilds to find the one responsible for this and have that one either arrested or killed. The reward would not change either way since there is no confirmed value of this persons imprisonment, so the jewels will remain as is. Coordinates are given on the map on where the location of where the bodies lie, but there is no confirmed name for the area. When a wizard goes there, they will feel their surroundings shift a little bit, blurry at first. Soon, they will find themselves deep asleep. Once they wake up, surrounded by a glass dome and a white floor and background. As you walk, it seems the end of the dome is moving away from you. See if you can do as the Council wishes and find a way out.
Enemies:
Weak:
Distractoid (5x): Small walls that will suddenly pop up while you are running. Don't accidentally hit them, they will inflict D rank damage for each one you hit, which will eventually stack up. Five of these will hit a little more than a B rank attack. Lightning mages will cause these walls to glitch out upon contact, and will gain health equal to the amount of damage that would be inflicted.
Normal:
KILLobyte (10): Small little robots that use their numbers and speedy bullets to overwhelm and eventually crush their opponents. They don't do well while alone, finding a way to split them apart if your safest bet. It takes 2 B rank hits to destroy each of these. Each one of their bullets inflicts C rank damage.
Strong:
Guardians (2): One of light, one of darkness. Both of them use magic in their melee attacks, and they use default colors to their advantage. Be careful, it's the dark one that uses light magic, and the light one that uses dark magic. They both take 5 B rank attacks each to defeat. They both inflict B rank damage each.
Guardian of Darkness:
Guardian of Light:
Boss:
Key: That is his nickname, not much information about his history or existence is known. It is believed that when a victim is about to die, he tells his story to them so they would not die with regret or question. Every attack he carries out inflicts A rank damage, and he carries this out with simply a flick of the wrist. The good thing is, he never fights with full power, even when he is on the losing side of a battle. It takes 20 B rank hits, or 40 C rank hits, to defeat Key. Be wary when he lets out mild amounts of magic, in which the result of taking that hit would be devastating.
Key's Spells:
Freedom Dive: Key will put out his palm, exerting almost a quarter of his energy. He surrounds every target within a 20 meter radius with darkness, which will simply throw them 10 meters into the air. For those who can't break the fall, they receive S rank damage.
The Worlds End: When Key uses half of his energy, he clenches both of his fists and his body begins to glow. He releases all of the energy in his body, causing an explosion from his body that reaches a 30 meter radius. Any wizard caught in it will take A rank damage and will be unable to use their arms for 1 post.
I've been out there and seen the things she's made
Mythal imagined that ‘special’ missions came and went as easily as a summer breeze. There had to be countless different issues and scenarios happening at once that required the attention of multiple ranks of wizards. Why he had been chosen for this specific mission was beyond him. But the Magic Council had asked that the job flyer go directly to him and only to him. He was asked to specifically avoid asking anyone to join him, which was even stranger than anything else. He’d made it a point to include Serilda on the last two jobs he had worked and they had seen success – to a point. The issue with Lexa and her clone was in its own category itself, he supposed. But as he stood there reading the details of the mysterious job, there was a small voice in the back of his head telling him to ignore the restrictions and ask her to come along. Or to reach out and ask Nessa or Markus. But he shook the voice off, marking it down as nonsense.
He really wished he had just listened to himself. He was often his first warning against such things.
The land he was journeying to didn’t have a name, nor was much known about it. It was nicknamed the ‘Ravines of the Lost’ because it’s deep trenches and winding paths seemed endless. There was also the case of the heavy fog that had settled within the rocky paths, thick and distracting. It was said that wind magic would temporarily open up a patch of free air but then the smog quickly filled back in, drenching the occupant in its haze once more. Most people were safe so long as they stuck around the outer edges of the ravine paths, where the fog was its thinnest. The few that dared trudge deeper had been lost forever or come back with no knowledge of what they had seen.
But it seemed these trenches were switching up their mystery. As of late, several missing person had begun to build up faster than ever before. And even more disturbing were the bodies that had been piling up on the trails that many tourists came to visit. Battered bodies that had been bludgeoned and beaten, leaving dark marks on their strangely opalescent skin. Then there were the words etched onto their foreheads ‘You are free’; seemingly printed by some kind of marker or script magic. No matter what they used to try and remove the lettering, still it remained for all to look upon. The piling up of bodies and missing papers had finally prompted the Magic Council to send a squadron of Rune Knights into the mists, utilizing the best machinery and magic possible in hopes of traversing the mysterious depths.
Days later, those bodies showed up as well; matching the same descriptions as the others. Half of the regiment was still missing but it was assumed they were dead as well. Risking another group of Knights, when their numbers were so low, was far too demanding. They needed a guild wizard to help them out. Flyers had been sent to specific guilds for specific people, hoping to garner some kind of attention and response. Mythal was either the first or only one that agreed.
As he came upon the great divide, he was stunned at first by its majesty. It looked like a tear in the earth; as if some celestial sword had swung down and cleaved the soil in two upon its puncturing of Earthland’s crust. The rumored fog rose all the way up until it was even with the drooping ledge of the ravine, looking more like a smoky body of water than anything else. Just like he was told, the path in front of him diverged onto either side of the deep crack and the fog was only barely noticeable right at its start. Mythal took a long moment to look down to where the fog got thickest; where the paths were no longer visible and it was all guessing and feeling out. In that moment, he was glad that he hadn’t asked Serilda to come along. It wasn’t a fact of her not being a capable wizard, not at all. But it seemed otherworldly things, superstitious or supernatural beings and occurrences disturbed her on a spiritual level. She would have braved this pit but she would not have been at ease during any of it. That would have made the job that much more complicated. "Better she stayed,” he mumbled to himself, even as he pulled his travel bag forward to check his supplies.
He’d packed at least a few days’ worth of food and water, just in case this trench went deeper than expected. He’d also made sure to keep the Sky Ring firmly wrapped around his finger; if he needed to make a quick escape, it would propel him up and out of the fog. Even with all of those things as back up, he still didn’t feel right about this. The air smelled wrong here – like the very ground was infected with something unnaturally wrong. Perhaps it hadn’t been some divine celestial that had carved this earthly wound but a demonic one instead. But even that didn’t seem right – he’d faced at least a few demons at this point and none of them smelled or felt like this.
But a job was a job and he’d agreed to take this one on. He slid the pack back around and then took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the almost literal dive. Then he began his descent, opting to take the left path rather than the right one. It was the one that smelled the least imposing. The rock-carved trail was surprisingly smooth; it had been stamped down to near perfection for walks down. There was even a small guard rail that separated the path from the steep drop to his right, a perfect spot for some to look over and take pictures of the blinding fog below.
The farther along he went though, the more undeveloped his trail became. The smoothness faded away and uneven grounding had him rising and falling with each ebb and flow of the floor. The railing ended right as the fog began to thicken, leaving him with the fun task of having to keep his balance. His thumb rubbed against the Sky Ring carefully, feeling it giving him confidence that he wouldn’t just plunge to his death over the edge. He reached out and leaned towards the rock wall to his left, feeling more secure as his fingers trailed over the uneven, stony surface.
He lost track of how long he had been walking down the incline but what was more impressive was how long it seemed to continue downward. He looked back but only found the foggy wall there to greet his vision, the safety of the world beyond long gone. He stopped for a brief moment and leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning the smog that seemed to bear into his very eyes. Once he had collected himself a bit, he continued downward, an overwhelming dread setting upon his mind. Why was that? He’d been in arguably more intimidating situations and managed to keep his cool. But here he felt… flustered. Antsy, nervous even; like he was expecting something to come out of the dog and attack him. Maybe it was the fog itself doing that – maybe it was some magically infused haze meant to drive a person mad. It explains the people disappearing but not the bodies… unless someone cracked and went postal and has managed to survive down here ever since.
Just as he was wondering about that, he found himself on a platform. The declining path had finally ended and now he was upon a stony staging. His pace slowed as he bent down, running his hands over the surface of the ground. Smooth once more, much like one would find inside of a house. The surface even squeaked a little as he brushed his finger across it. But as he stood back up, he felt an overwhelming shift around him. It felt like the ground had suddenly dropped an inch or so, just enough to get his attention and knock him slightly off balance. His senses were going wild as he kept his footing as even as possible; the utter silence that surrounded him was unnerving, reminding him of when he’d been inside Serilda’s Dead Zone. There was nothing solid but the ground beneath him and it was even unsteady. As he looked around at the endless white, his vision seemed to glaze over as well. He fell to a knee, looking down at the ground and blinking in an attempt to clear away what he supposed was vertigo. A heavy sheet of exhaustion was flung over his mind and all he wanted to do was lie down and rest, to sleep away the anxiety and wake again with renewed courage.
And it was that feeling that beat out his willpower, the God Slayer slumping to the ground and going completely limp. He never even noticed the shadow in the dark, only feet away from him. It stared at the man on the ground and let out a small noise, much like a clicking sound. Then it began to walked forward, right to Mythal.
He really wished he had just listened to himself. He was often his first warning against such things.
The land he was journeying to didn’t have a name, nor was much known about it. It was nicknamed the ‘Ravines of the Lost’ because it’s deep trenches and winding paths seemed endless. There was also the case of the heavy fog that had settled within the rocky paths, thick and distracting. It was said that wind magic would temporarily open up a patch of free air but then the smog quickly filled back in, drenching the occupant in its haze once more. Most people were safe so long as they stuck around the outer edges of the ravine paths, where the fog was its thinnest. The few that dared trudge deeper had been lost forever or come back with no knowledge of what they had seen.
But it seemed these trenches were switching up their mystery. As of late, several missing person had begun to build up faster than ever before. And even more disturbing were the bodies that had been piling up on the trails that many tourists came to visit. Battered bodies that had been bludgeoned and beaten, leaving dark marks on their strangely opalescent skin. Then there were the words etched onto their foreheads ‘You are free’; seemingly printed by some kind of marker or script magic. No matter what they used to try and remove the lettering, still it remained for all to look upon. The piling up of bodies and missing papers had finally prompted the Magic Council to send a squadron of Rune Knights into the mists, utilizing the best machinery and magic possible in hopes of traversing the mysterious depths.
Days later, those bodies showed up as well; matching the same descriptions as the others. Half of the regiment was still missing but it was assumed they were dead as well. Risking another group of Knights, when their numbers were so low, was far too demanding. They needed a guild wizard to help them out. Flyers had been sent to specific guilds for specific people, hoping to garner some kind of attention and response. Mythal was either the first or only one that agreed.
As he came upon the great divide, he was stunned at first by its majesty. It looked like a tear in the earth; as if some celestial sword had swung down and cleaved the soil in two upon its puncturing of Earthland’s crust. The rumored fog rose all the way up until it was even with the drooping ledge of the ravine, looking more like a smoky body of water than anything else. Just like he was told, the path in front of him diverged onto either side of the deep crack and the fog was only barely noticeable right at its start. Mythal took a long moment to look down to where the fog got thickest; where the paths were no longer visible and it was all guessing and feeling out. In that moment, he was glad that he hadn’t asked Serilda to come along. It wasn’t a fact of her not being a capable wizard, not at all. But it seemed otherworldly things, superstitious or supernatural beings and occurrences disturbed her on a spiritual level. She would have braved this pit but she would not have been at ease during any of it. That would have made the job that much more complicated. "Better she stayed,” he mumbled to himself, even as he pulled his travel bag forward to check his supplies.
He’d packed at least a few days’ worth of food and water, just in case this trench went deeper than expected. He’d also made sure to keep the Sky Ring firmly wrapped around his finger; if he needed to make a quick escape, it would propel him up and out of the fog. Even with all of those things as back up, he still didn’t feel right about this. The air smelled wrong here – like the very ground was infected with something unnaturally wrong. Perhaps it hadn’t been some divine celestial that had carved this earthly wound but a demonic one instead. But even that didn’t seem right – he’d faced at least a few demons at this point and none of them smelled or felt like this.
But a job was a job and he’d agreed to take this one on. He slid the pack back around and then took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the almost literal dive. Then he began his descent, opting to take the left path rather than the right one. It was the one that smelled the least imposing. The rock-carved trail was surprisingly smooth; it had been stamped down to near perfection for walks down. There was even a small guard rail that separated the path from the steep drop to his right, a perfect spot for some to look over and take pictures of the blinding fog below.
The farther along he went though, the more undeveloped his trail became. The smoothness faded away and uneven grounding had him rising and falling with each ebb and flow of the floor. The railing ended right as the fog began to thicken, leaving him with the fun task of having to keep his balance. His thumb rubbed against the Sky Ring carefully, feeling it giving him confidence that he wouldn’t just plunge to his death over the edge. He reached out and leaned towards the rock wall to his left, feeling more secure as his fingers trailed over the uneven, stony surface.
He lost track of how long he had been walking down the incline but what was more impressive was how long it seemed to continue downward. He looked back but only found the foggy wall there to greet his vision, the safety of the world beyond long gone. He stopped for a brief moment and leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning the smog that seemed to bear into his very eyes. Once he had collected himself a bit, he continued downward, an overwhelming dread setting upon his mind. Why was that? He’d been in arguably more intimidating situations and managed to keep his cool. But here he felt… flustered. Antsy, nervous even; like he was expecting something to come out of the dog and attack him. Maybe it was the fog itself doing that – maybe it was some magically infused haze meant to drive a person mad. It explains the people disappearing but not the bodies… unless someone cracked and went postal and has managed to survive down here ever since.
Just as he was wondering about that, he found himself on a platform. The declining path had finally ended and now he was upon a stony staging. His pace slowed as he bent down, running his hands over the surface of the ground. Smooth once more, much like one would find inside of a house. The surface even squeaked a little as he brushed his finger across it. But as he stood back up, he felt an overwhelming shift around him. It felt like the ground had suddenly dropped an inch or so, just enough to get his attention and knock him slightly off balance. His senses were going wild as he kept his footing as even as possible; the utter silence that surrounded him was unnerving, reminding him of when he’d been inside Serilda’s Dead Zone. There was nothing solid but the ground beneath him and it was even unsteady. As he looked around at the endless white, his vision seemed to glaze over as well. He fell to a knee, looking down at the ground and blinking in an attempt to clear away what he supposed was vertigo. A heavy sheet of exhaustion was flung over his mind and all he wanted to do was lie down and rest, to sleep away the anxiety and wake again with renewed courage.
And it was that feeling that beat out his willpower, the God Slayer slumping to the ground and going completely limp. He never even noticed the shadow in the dark, only feet away from him. It stared at the man on the ground and let out a small noise, much like a clicking sound. Then it began to walked forward, right to Mythal.
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