Mission Details:
The hardest thing to get used to was the altitude for most people. The odd feeling of shortness of breath, the thinner air that made you feel like you had just lost a lung or hiked up a snow ridden hill. The weighing fatigue like a rocks on your shoulders. All these things to go through as your body acclimatized to the altitude. Who in there right mind would ever take a vacation here? Even as a trip to pass through?
The people that lived here were used to the conditions, the place were certainly habitable, it was actually much greener then you would expect for a mountain this high. Some would call it there own personal Eden. A very lush environment, the town surrounded by tree's and it's view of the sun on earlier mornings and late afternoons being blocked by forest covered hills. The town certainly looked appealing, however it was a very distant and far away place. A hard to get to town that was a perilous journey up a town home to many hostile creatures. Any supplies that went to and from this town had to be guarded like a military convoy.
This all made the town fairly isolated, however it was the people that made the place worth staying in. Everyone was strong here, strong, loyal and hard working. Most of the people that lived her were bread winners. Tradesmen like farmers, construction workers, black smiths, gardeners, trainers and so on. The people here loved the town, they were friendly and they all knew each other, even in passing at least, never an unknown face to them, and when there was, you wouldn't feel like an unknown person for long. The people were very welcoming and friendly, always willing to show you around and buy you a drink.
Currently partaking in the towns simple pleasures, Naraca sat in a pub on the bar, a tankard in hand with a glass half full. A few people had there eye's on the man when he walked in but grew accustomed to his presence quickly. He was largest man in the bar and even in the town. Standing tall at 7 feet in height and with a power muscular body with scars decorating it in several areas. He wore a form fitting black tank top and dark blue shorts with crisscrossing stitch's on the sides going down the thigh. A light yellow sash wrapped around his waist as well and two fabric loops that hung down with a side cape also around his waist. On his head, along with his unkempt and slightly wild neck length black hair, was a red head band that kept his hair away from his scarred face. yet still some loose strands fell through.
He had been here once before, long ago when he was young, his parents coming here with him and his little brother during there lives as nomads. This was one of the most quiet and isolated places by far.
He stayed at the bar and took a gulp of his drink, savoring the taste as it came in and went down. This day at the town pretty quiet, but then almost everyday was like this right?
Who would've thought that the dark clouds coming in over this bright sunny day would be an omen to something very terrible soon approaching...?
- Spoiler:
- Job: Freedom At Last!
Rank: A
Player Requirements: 6 mages maximum. A minimum of 40 posts is to be written with at least 450 words.
Job Requirement: Must be A-Rank
Job Location: Mountain Village
Job Description:
Over the past few weeks, a couple members of a dark guild have been terrorizing a small village. As a legal mage, your job is to eliminate these dark mages and free the town of oppression. Be warned, these dark mages are no amateurs, they will, without hesitation dispose of any resistance. The leader Charles Piertsz wields Shadow magic that is unmatched by many mages within the world, you must take precautions when fighting the A-Rank mage.
Enemies:
Weak: Dark Recruit (20, C-ranked)
can use only one magic each, but can be any other than Lost Magic.
Normal: Dark Mages (10, B-ranked)
Can only use elemental magic.
Strong: Dark Guild Leader (B-ranked)
Can use a lesser form of shadow magic to attack you.
Spells:
Shadow Tap (B-ranked): The mage causes a small portion of your magical energy to turn into his own and drains it. The amount stolen is equal to 10% of your mana and the mage is healed for an amount equal to what rank spell you can cast with mana equal to the stolen percentage. (Refer to the magic power rules to check; 4 posts cool-down)
Embracing Shadows (B-ranked): The mage wraps nearby shadows around himself, becoming a semi-transparent shadow as well. For that reason, two attack dice must be rolled for every attack aimed at him and both must hit in order for it to be successful.
Shadow Bolt (B-ranked): The mage fires a simple projectile made out of shadows that deals B-ranked damage. This is his primary form of attack.
Boss: Charles Piertsz, The Shadow Mage (A-rank)
He is the strongest amongst everyone else in the guild and stands above even the guild leaders in the hierarchy. It takes 15 B-ranked spells to take him down.
Spells:
Shadow Tap (A-ranked): The mage causes a small portion of your magical energy to turn into his own and drains it. The amount stolen is equal to 20% of your mana and the mage is healed for an amount equal to what rank spell you can cast with mana equal to the stolen percentage. (Refer to the magic power rules to check; 4 posts cool-down)
Embracing Shadows (B-ranked): The mage wraps nearby shadows around himself, becoming a semi-transparent shadow as well. For that reason, two attack dice must be rolled for every attack aimed at him and both must hit in order for it to be successful.
Shadow Bolt (A-ranked): The mage fires a simple projectile made out of shadows that deals A-ranked damage. This is his primary form of attack.
Shadow Link (A-ranked): He lashes a whip of shadows at his target. If the whip hits, it wraps around them and drains 10% mana every post until the link is broken and that can only be done by striking the shadow whip with an attack of rank A or above. Keep in mind that the mage can move and attack freely without restriction while draining someone. 3 posts cool-down.
Shadow Teleport (A-ranked): A spell which allows him to teleport to any shadow in a 50 metre radius of him, regardless if he sees it or not. Has no cool-down.
Reward: 25,000 Jewels
The hardest thing to get used to was the altitude for most people. The odd feeling of shortness of breath, the thinner air that made you feel like you had just lost a lung or hiked up a snow ridden hill. The weighing fatigue like a rocks on your shoulders. All these things to go through as your body acclimatized to the altitude. Who in there right mind would ever take a vacation here? Even as a trip to pass through?
The people that lived here were used to the conditions, the place were certainly habitable, it was actually much greener then you would expect for a mountain this high. Some would call it there own personal Eden. A very lush environment, the town surrounded by tree's and it's view of the sun on earlier mornings and late afternoons being blocked by forest covered hills. The town certainly looked appealing, however it was a very distant and far away place. A hard to get to town that was a perilous journey up a town home to many hostile creatures. Any supplies that went to and from this town had to be guarded like a military convoy.
This all made the town fairly isolated, however it was the people that made the place worth staying in. Everyone was strong here, strong, loyal and hard working. Most of the people that lived her were bread winners. Tradesmen like farmers, construction workers, black smiths, gardeners, trainers and so on. The people here loved the town, they were friendly and they all knew each other, even in passing at least, never an unknown face to them, and when there was, you wouldn't feel like an unknown person for long. The people were very welcoming and friendly, always willing to show you around and buy you a drink.
Currently partaking in the towns simple pleasures, Naraca sat in a pub on the bar, a tankard in hand with a glass half full. A few people had there eye's on the man when he walked in but grew accustomed to his presence quickly. He was largest man in the bar and even in the town. Standing tall at 7 feet in height and with a power muscular body with scars decorating it in several areas. He wore a form fitting black tank top and dark blue shorts with crisscrossing stitch's on the sides going down the thigh. A light yellow sash wrapped around his waist as well and two fabric loops that hung down with a side cape also around his waist. On his head, along with his unkempt and slightly wild neck length black hair, was a red head band that kept his hair away from his scarred face. yet still some loose strands fell through.
He had been here once before, long ago when he was young, his parents coming here with him and his little brother during there lives as nomads. This was one of the most quiet and isolated places by far.
He stayed at the bar and took a gulp of his drink, savoring the taste as it came in and went down. This day at the town pretty quiet, but then almost everyday was like this right?
Who would've thought that the dark clouds coming in over this bright sunny day would be an omen to something very terrible soon approaching...?