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- Job Title: Rise From Ashes
Rank: Guild Scale Job
Job Location: Era
Group Word Count: Word count is based on each individual member. Members have the choice of completing the word count requirements and receiving the benefits of no more than one rank above their current one. What this means is that someone of a higher rank can choose to fulfill requirements for a lower rank if they wish, but will only receive benefits for that rank.
Additional Requirements:
Must be a registered member of the Rune Knights.
Must have a minimum of at least five members participating, and a minimum of three total characters per thread.
There will be three threads as described below, each with a different focus.
Job Description: A dark guild calling themselves the Crimson Fang is invading the Rune Knight headquarters in Era! The objective for the Rune Knight members is to try and fend off the attacks as best you can, with the focus of trying to subdue and apprehend as many criminals as possible. Kill only if you must in defense of yourself, an ally, or an innocent bystander. Additionally, members may choose to treat this as their introduction thread to the guild if they wish, or you may choose to already be in the Rune Knights and be a survivor of the event. The following locations will be coming under attack:
Rune Knight Headquarters - This is the main objective of Crimson Fang's attack, as they are looking to free some of their members that are imprisoned here. They will be focusing heavily on bringing down the prison, likely looking to free as many criminals as possible in order to ensue enough chaos to make it to their own people.
Magic Council Hall - As a distraction, Crimson Fang will be sending some of their elite warriors to attack the meeting hall of the Council. On the surface this will appear to be the main desire of attack, but it is really only a ruse to attempt to cover up the jail break. Enemies here seem to have no real goal outside of wanton destruction.
City of Era - If enough Knights sign up for the event, a third thread may be opened in which the city of Era and its citizens are also attacked as a secondary distraction to try and split the Rune Knight forces. Similarly to the Council Hall, this attack has no ulterior purpose aside from mass destruction to keep the Knights busy.
Enemies: Enemies (aside from bosses) are scaled to rank.
Enemy: Rookies
Enemy Rank: Weak
Enemy HP, MP, Damage Output, Speed: 1-2 ranks below player’s
Spells & Attacks: These mages are not very strong, and because of that they tend to travel in packs of ten to twenty. Most of them do not have a very good command of any magic because they are still learning and honing their spells, so they tend to fight with a mixture between weak blasts and common weapons such as swords, knives, hammers, and rifles. You may feel free to flavor their magics and weapons as you choose. Only requires 2-3 hits of your rank to take down.
Enemy: Adepts
Enemy Rank: Normal
Enemy HP, MP, Damage Output, Speed: Equal to player’s rank
Spells & Attacks: These enemies are a bit more difficult to fight. They have been with Crimson Fang a little longer, and have a fair bit more control of their magic. They travel in packs of three to four, and are harder to take down. You may flavor their magics and weapons as you please. Requires 8-10 hits of your rank to defeat.
Enemy: Veterans
Enemy Rank: Strong
Enemy HP, MP, Damage Output, Speed: 1-2 ranks above player’s
Spells & Attacks: These guys have been with the dark guild for years, and have full command of their magic and skills. They are extremely difficult to take down even if it's just them against a group of Knights. Typically, there is a squad of either Rookies or Adepts following them around. Their magics and weapons may be flavored as desired, but their weapons are heavily imbued with magic. Requires 15-18 hits of your rank to defeat.
Enemy: Elites
Enemy Rank: Boss
Enemy HP, MP, Damage Output, Speed: H rank or higher
Stats & Magic: The elites of Crimson Fang are the Guildmaster and his two Aces. They should not be engaged by low level Rune Knights without the assistance of either the Field Marshall or one of the Generals. Only the Field Marshall or a General may generate an Elite enemy in their thread. These mages have completely mastered their primary magic, and are also in possession of a secondary magic. They require 20-25 hits at S rank or higher to take down.
Reward: Each character receives jewel and experience based on the rank of WC they completed for the event. Additionally, the guild receives 200,000j as well as an additional 25,000j for each character after the fifth that completes the job.
~credit to Serilda Sinclair
I've been out there and seen the things she's made
How could this have actually happened?
After everything that had happened in Kingdom Darkness, after all the things they had faced when going up against Faera’s forces, they deserved a break. Both he and Serilda had pushed themselves to their limits and they had felt that, maybe perhaps, they had earned themselves a short reprieve. So they had journeyed to Era, intent on doing some errands and perhaps meeting up with Branwen. It had been awhile since the God Slayer had seen the older man and after everything, he probably deserved some kind of explanation. There was also the matter of asking him about Gren – supposedly his father was alive so there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the Rune Knight would have an idea on such a thing.
They had turned in the criminals they had meant to bring and were just about ready to go find Branwen when a loud and earth-shattering explosion had rocked the ground beneath them. Glancing at one another briefly and then to the closest window had revealed geysers of dark smoke drifting up from the actual city. Cries of agony and terror reached even through the walls and panes of glass, a sure sign that something terrible was happening and it was not avoiding the citizens. They tore out of the building, dead set on charging to the city’s defense when yet another detonation shook the world around them, this time from the Magic Council building. Two near simultaneous explosions and in such a short distance away from one another. This was clearly some kind of coordinated attack. But it also meant that Serilda and Mythal had to split up – neither one of them could be in two places at once and it was unacceptable to focus on one area rather than the other. The Voidwalker took off towards the Council building and the Darkness King raced down the hill into the city.
As he came to a near sliding stop, a small Star Wolf skidded on the ground beside him. Unlike Serilda’s wolf which was practically full grown, Gren was still practically a puppy in size and in heart. Though this was one of the rare times he had a far more serious look on his small face, his dark fur seemed to ripple with a purple light, the energy giving him a near smoky sheen. He wuffed excitedly, eager to test out his mettle against the villains that had dared attack the city.
The destruction was centralized to the opposing end of the city so far but was spreading rapidly. Much like a tidal wave working over a shore, the chaos would soon swallow up the entirety of the metropolis if he didn’t act quickly. As he rounded a corner towards the center of town, he could see all of the citizens running around in a wild, near manic flow. There was no coordination and plenty of people were being pushed to the ground and practically trampled. Mythal pushed through the people just as several Rune Knights came from the other side of the square, looking to bring some kind of organization to the panicked citizens. The men and women roared their voices over the screams, pointing in certain directions to cut the flow and even out the people fleeing. Several of the people continued to race in their own ways but the authoritative voices of the Knights quelled some of the fear temporarily and corralled a good portion of the people.
Mythal went over and picked several of the trampled citizens to their feet, making sure they were capable of moving before sending them on their way. He paused for only a brief moment to look up towards the hillside, where the Magic Council building was. Smoke was billowing off of the structure as well and he could hear the pained cries of people within. Once he took care of whatever was attacking the city, he’d make sure he could get back to aid Serilda. She didn’t need his help of course but he felt better about backing her up.
“Mythal? Mythal Ragnos?” A voice called out, drawing his attention behind him.
The God Slayer turned to see the young, familiar Rune Knight jogging over to him, looking far more weary than cheery. The man had been a recruit when Mythal had come here last, having just joined the Knights in hopes of finding adventure. He’d been less than thrilled over the prospect of duty until the God Slayer had come in and practically beat the crap out of him and his brethren. Since then, he’d run into the man in Hargeon and the Haunted Mansion, both jobs involving the Rune Knights. It seemed he couldn’t get away from the man… though right now, he was glad to see a familiar face. “Hey…” he said as he turned to face him completely.
“Jeez, didn’t expect to find you here,” the man half-laughed, a nervous tinge to his voice.
“Any idea what’s happenin’?” Mythal asked, nodding in the direction of the smoke.
The man shook his head. “When the first explosion hit, my commander ordered me to fall back and take care of the citizens. Once we’ve evacuated the city, we’re to split our forces – one group will head up to aid the Magic Council while the other will return to him.”
“Is it Branwen?”
“Yes. He was running a training routine when the attack started. He’s probably right in the thick of things right now,” the Rune Knight stated simply. “Are you going to him?”
Mythal was about to answer when his ears and senses picked up something. Movement; quick, agile movement that was so swift he could barely pinpoint it. Fast moving enemies from the sound of it. A solid landing in the shadow of a rooftop gave him just enough warning to throw himself at the young Rune Knight, yanking him from his feet and pulling him out of position. A slew of swords, all of varying shapes, stabbed into the ground right where he had been standing a moment ago. Several of the other Rune Knights were not as lucky; blades pierced their torsos and their dying cries fell with their bodies to the ground.
Mythal adjusted his footing as the young Rune Knight stumbled to the ground, yanking Curse out from behind him. It flipped around instantly and he pulled the hair trigger just beneath the handle, releasing a gunshot in what seemed like a blind shot. But the sharp gasp of pain that came from the roof, followed by the limp body of a man falling and hitting the pavement, showed he knew exactly where the man was.
“How in the…?” The man gasped out. “I didn’t even see them!”
“There’s more,” Mythal explained, yanking the man up to his feet. “They’re movin’ along the rooftops, trying to get on either side of evacuatin’ people. We gotta move.” He was already heading in the direction of the fleeing citizens.
“What about Branwen?” The man asked, stumbling but following right after the God Slayer.
“Bastard’s lived this long – I doubt a few gnats are gonna take him down,” the Darkness King shouted back. As much as he was worried about Branwen – and he was worried – it was far more important that he help the people get out of the town first. There were only a handful of Rune Knights moving with the pack, the others felled by the man from the roof.
He had a sick feeling that wasn’t going to be enough.
After everything that had happened in Kingdom Darkness, after all the things they had faced when going up against Faera’s forces, they deserved a break. Both he and Serilda had pushed themselves to their limits and they had felt that, maybe perhaps, they had earned themselves a short reprieve. So they had journeyed to Era, intent on doing some errands and perhaps meeting up with Branwen. It had been awhile since the God Slayer had seen the older man and after everything, he probably deserved some kind of explanation. There was also the matter of asking him about Gren – supposedly his father was alive so there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the Rune Knight would have an idea on such a thing.
They had turned in the criminals they had meant to bring and were just about ready to go find Branwen when a loud and earth-shattering explosion had rocked the ground beneath them. Glancing at one another briefly and then to the closest window had revealed geysers of dark smoke drifting up from the actual city. Cries of agony and terror reached even through the walls and panes of glass, a sure sign that something terrible was happening and it was not avoiding the citizens. They tore out of the building, dead set on charging to the city’s defense when yet another detonation shook the world around them, this time from the Magic Council building. Two near simultaneous explosions and in such a short distance away from one another. This was clearly some kind of coordinated attack. But it also meant that Serilda and Mythal had to split up – neither one of them could be in two places at once and it was unacceptable to focus on one area rather than the other. The Voidwalker took off towards the Council building and the Darkness King raced down the hill into the city.
As he came to a near sliding stop, a small Star Wolf skidded on the ground beside him. Unlike Serilda’s wolf which was practically full grown, Gren was still practically a puppy in size and in heart. Though this was one of the rare times he had a far more serious look on his small face, his dark fur seemed to ripple with a purple light, the energy giving him a near smoky sheen. He wuffed excitedly, eager to test out his mettle against the villains that had dared attack the city.
The destruction was centralized to the opposing end of the city so far but was spreading rapidly. Much like a tidal wave working over a shore, the chaos would soon swallow up the entirety of the metropolis if he didn’t act quickly. As he rounded a corner towards the center of town, he could see all of the citizens running around in a wild, near manic flow. There was no coordination and plenty of people were being pushed to the ground and practically trampled. Mythal pushed through the people just as several Rune Knights came from the other side of the square, looking to bring some kind of organization to the panicked citizens. The men and women roared their voices over the screams, pointing in certain directions to cut the flow and even out the people fleeing. Several of the people continued to race in their own ways but the authoritative voices of the Knights quelled some of the fear temporarily and corralled a good portion of the people.
Mythal went over and picked several of the trampled citizens to their feet, making sure they were capable of moving before sending them on their way. He paused for only a brief moment to look up towards the hillside, where the Magic Council building was. Smoke was billowing off of the structure as well and he could hear the pained cries of people within. Once he took care of whatever was attacking the city, he’d make sure he could get back to aid Serilda. She didn’t need his help of course but he felt better about backing her up.
“Mythal? Mythal Ragnos?” A voice called out, drawing his attention behind him.
The God Slayer turned to see the young, familiar Rune Knight jogging over to him, looking far more weary than cheery. The man had been a recruit when Mythal had come here last, having just joined the Knights in hopes of finding adventure. He’d been less than thrilled over the prospect of duty until the God Slayer had come in and practically beat the crap out of him and his brethren. Since then, he’d run into the man in Hargeon and the Haunted Mansion, both jobs involving the Rune Knights. It seemed he couldn’t get away from the man… though right now, he was glad to see a familiar face. “Hey…” he said as he turned to face him completely.
“Jeez, didn’t expect to find you here,” the man half-laughed, a nervous tinge to his voice.
“Any idea what’s happenin’?” Mythal asked, nodding in the direction of the smoke.
The man shook his head. “When the first explosion hit, my commander ordered me to fall back and take care of the citizens. Once we’ve evacuated the city, we’re to split our forces – one group will head up to aid the Magic Council while the other will return to him.”
“Is it Branwen?”
“Yes. He was running a training routine when the attack started. He’s probably right in the thick of things right now,” the Rune Knight stated simply. “Are you going to him?”
Mythal was about to answer when his ears and senses picked up something. Movement; quick, agile movement that was so swift he could barely pinpoint it. Fast moving enemies from the sound of it. A solid landing in the shadow of a rooftop gave him just enough warning to throw himself at the young Rune Knight, yanking him from his feet and pulling him out of position. A slew of swords, all of varying shapes, stabbed into the ground right where he had been standing a moment ago. Several of the other Rune Knights were not as lucky; blades pierced their torsos and their dying cries fell with their bodies to the ground.
Mythal adjusted his footing as the young Rune Knight stumbled to the ground, yanking Curse out from behind him. It flipped around instantly and he pulled the hair trigger just beneath the handle, releasing a gunshot in what seemed like a blind shot. But the sharp gasp of pain that came from the roof, followed by the limp body of a man falling and hitting the pavement, showed he knew exactly where the man was.
“How in the…?” The man gasped out. “I didn’t even see them!”
“There’s more,” Mythal explained, yanking the man up to his feet. “They’re movin’ along the rooftops, trying to get on either side of evacuatin’ people. We gotta move.” He was already heading in the direction of the fleeing citizens.
“What about Branwen?” The man asked, stumbling but following right after the God Slayer.
“Bastard’s lived this long – I doubt a few gnats are gonna take him down,” the Darkness King shouted back. As much as he was worried about Branwen – and he was worried – it was far more important that he help the people get out of the town first. There were only a handful of Rune Knights moving with the pack, the others felled by the man from the roof.
He had a sick feeling that wasn’t going to be enough.
City of Era | Rune Knights |
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Let me tell you, they are fear.
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