- Job 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.
Rachael sat in the shadows silently, waiting for the caravan to pass by. She had been given orders to gather the supplies from the caravans that passed through here. A fairly simple task, she thought. What was the worst that could happen? They were just people, not like they could pose much of a threat to her. Especially with all these guns. Yet as much as she wanted to, there would be minimal bloodshed. A few flash grenades and an extreme display of her power would show them just what they were messing with, and they should flee. Right? People were freakin' stupid, but they weren't THAT stupid were they? Rachael was about to find out. She already knew they were closing in on her, the poor men and women that were about to have their property stolen. Rachael didn't care about them, she only cared about... well, she didn't know. Alls she knew was that the time to strike was nigh, and she could feel an itch start to grow in her trigger finger. Her guns weren't out yet, as they were saved for the worst case scenario. First she would hit them with a flash grenade, then she would teleport in and cut the horses free before leaping off to the side and cutting the wheels of the leading wagon. Everything after that would have to be improvised, but she had a vague idea of what to do then. All she had to do was wait and see how things turned out...