- Mission details:
Job name: Caravan Raids!
Rank: D
Player Requirements: 1 - 4 D-Rank or higher mages. Dark Guilds and Guildless mages only. Minimum of 10 posts per player. 200 words per post.
Requirements: Must Destroy the caravan and loot the supplies. (Weapons, food, water, etc.) Survivors are allowed.
Location: Any of the "Lands" except for "Castles and Towers"
Description: The Reaper King: "Some of our members are too weak, we must train them while still putting them to work. We need more supplies if we are to raise an army. Have all your lower members attacking caravanners 24/7 to raise their power. The time to strike is nearly upon us and we need more strength."
Enemies:
Weak Merchants: Peddlers with no skill in defense or offense, but will carry some means to defend their poorly trained selves.
Normal:Guards: Mercenaries hired by the Peddlers to defend them: They are trained to handle most threats such as bandits, but pose no magical abilities. Come with a variety of weapons from swords to guns.
Strong:Mages: Mercenary companions to their weapon weilding counterparts, however are much weaker physically compared to them, but still stronger than the merchants. Their specialty lies in using both healing and damaging magic to support their allies. Each mage comes with a staff that enables them to heal the wounds of their allies while up close, and enables them to cast D rank magic from afar. Can use any element except for Light and Dark based magic.
Reward: 1,250 Jewels to each mage.
Ah. An interesting day to say the least and an interesting task ahead. It was not his style to 'attack' and 'destroy' things. No, he was more of a manipulator, but in order to gain the leverage he needed to manipulate his guild he would need their trust. He needed to prove himself. He was a former rune knight commander after all. He would likely be the least trusted of any of the guild. Soloing some missions like this would be an ideal way to gain trust. He waited behind a boulder outside Hargeon. It was just far enough to not be spooted by guards on the border, but not too far that the target could go down an alternate path. It was probably the ideal place to perform a surprise assault. As he waited he considered what best to do when an idea came to him. A faint smile passed his lips before it faded. He quickly pulled out a small knife and began to slice into his clothing, tearing them up a bit. Then he threw himself in the mud before tossing the dagger away. He quickly glanced about looking for signs of the cart. "Perfect. The coast is clear." he said and then threw himself into the road. He looked, to the untrained eye, like someone who had just been attacked and robbed.
What he would do was not attack the caravan directly. No, he would get himself on board 'for protection' and then attack it from within. It was more his style. It wouldn't work at all if he didn't know from his research that the cart driver was a kind man. Sure, the owner of the cargo might of put something else on this run or the driver might be in a bad mood. It was a game of chance. He couldn't cover all the angles. Angles were fractal after all. Every one contained smaller angles. That was life. He just had to manipulate the situation to the best of his abilities and wing it. "Perfect." he murmured.
