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Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 29, 2020 16:35:36 GMT -5
It was common for Bengal to return to Dungeon that'd he'd already cleared. It was a good warm up and system for him to knock them out, and carve his way through the treasure. It was all added into his clan's treasury so that it could be used for materials from Diamond and Clover both. The more resources he could acquire, the more he could expand the land and adequately pay guards and soldiers. It was all important, and it's what he tended to use the treasure from these Dungeons no matter how minor on.
Today was no different. Bengal was walking through the fringe, unconcerned by the whipping winds and harsh desert air as his mana skin absorbed most of the punishment. His natural toughness shrugging off anything extra that managed to get through. The last time he'd been here with Eve, today he was intending to go alone. However, as usual, he posted up that he was intending to go diving into the Dungeon and offered to tutor anyone that wished to come along.
He'd gotten a response. Though he didn't have a face or name just yet, he'd simply told them where the Dungeon was located and advised them not to enter alone if they were a rookie. He'd done it all through a note he left for them at the inn where he'd posted the offer on its job board. This would be their first time meeting. There were downsides to such a system. A few criminals had attacked him using it in the past. But thankfully they were unskilled fools, greenhorns trying to make a name for themselves by taking down the "White Tiger".
Thankfully, Bengal had worked with some rogues and never made it a point to preach about how rogues were wrong. In his eyes they were fine. Just like Knights were fine. He truly couldn't care less. If they hurt the people he cared about, either way they were dead. It was that simple--he'd told royalty to shut up. Assaulted Captains for their rude behavior. Nearly killed a crime lord. All for the same reasons, to him everyone was the same. All these factions meant little to him as a whole.
If they insulted or hurt his own, they were his enemies. If they weren't, they were potential allies. It was that simple in his mind, and that thought process had served him well all his life.
Shifting his gaze up, Bengal arched a brow as the looming tower appeared on the horizon, the familiar scent of exotic flowers so similar to his homeland yet different on the air. An oasis, twisted by the Dungeon into something more. Stepping through he glanced around him idly, before focusing on the entrance. He felt the ki of someone he'd never met before, arching a brow and approaching the small figure. Though to him, everyone tended to be small.
"Good evening, are you 'Rivi'?" He inquired simply, voice rumbling through the air more akin to a gravely beast's growl than a man's voice.
Dungeons, the world’s greatest mystery, Where did they come from? Why did they seemingly at random appear wherever? How did they work? There was so much speculation about them that it would be some scholar’s life work to try and unravel that mystery. Though for others like Rivi it was a chance to earn money and make a change in their life whether its due to fame or due to the absurd kind of items and gear you could get from these places. Now while you could potentially gain mass wealth and power you could just as easily lose you life within these dungeons, this didn’t truly deter any would be adventurers but it did thin the herd Darwin style of those foolish enough to challenge a dungeon unprepared. So why was Rivi here? She had gotten drunk at one of her regular venues and while drinking she had heard a rise in voices and shift in atmosphere. Someone had posted a request for a party to take on the Ancient tower. This dungeon had formed in the desert surrounded by some weird sand storm, that wasn’t the weird thing though about the request. There was typically some kind of group always looking for more people to join them to increase their chances of success but the thing that stood out about this request was that it was posted by none other then the White Tiger.
This was a name that most rogues, Magic Knights and citizens knew quite well. He was a merc that was as strong as some captains but he didn’t stand on any over sense of justice so he was well liked by most Rogues who were only trying to survive and thrive in the shoddy environment they were brought up in. Rivi had drunkenly stumbled over to the board and taken the request from under the others noses and flipped off anyone who tried to talk her out of it. Having sent her own information to the White Tiger she went home and slept off her drunken stupor. Once she woke up, Rivi made her way to the meeting place having arrived earlier then planned but apparently not early enough cause when she got close she was greeted by a tower man that’s very presence spoke of strength. It brought an smile to her face out of excitement, Rivi wasn’t someone to get excited by much but sometimes when presented with overwhelming strength people either cowered or bucked up and she was in the latter party.
“Evening you sparkling example of power, I am Rivi and you must be the White Tiger.” Rivi said as she continued to approach the man in front of her. “Or I hope so cause if you aren’t then there are to many powerful people in this world.”
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 29, 2020 18:02:49 GMT -5
A deep rumbling laugh filled Bengal's chest at the words of the young woman. So this was her, hm? Arching a brow he glanced her over once. Her ki was interesting, held confidence, and showed no sense of cowing or other nonsense. That was a good sign, most assuredly. Once she was near enough, a large hand lowered down, offering it to her in a simple handshake. Something he'd long ago learned people of this country prefered to what he was used to.
"Bengal. My title is hardly something to use as a way to address me after all. I'm just another merc." Rumbling in amusement he would offer her a simple, firm handshake if she accepted his hand before shifting his gaze toward the massive tower before them. "I've run this one before, have you?" His gaze shifted downward, though upon hearing a negative he'd offer a bit of advice and introduction.
"Two floors, five rooms total. Based around a jungle in theme, obviously." He chuckled softly, "First room is a bog, no real threats but it'll try to suck you in. Do you have any methods of flight? Or are you confident in your raw power?" One couldn't judge a book by its cover. Magical strength and physical brawn weren't the same, even if for him it was. She looked athletic, but on the leaner side. More comparable to Eve than himself. It was better to double-check before they went jumping into the maw and she got stuck in some mud and bog before they even got going.
He had solutions if she didn't have them for herself after all. As they neared the entrance he would tuck his hands into his pockets, he had no concern. This was an incredibly weak dungeon in the end, but it was a perfect easy grind for some extra coin. Hell, if Rivi was talented he may even make a new useful acquaintance out of this as well.
Tanya looked at the man as he burst out into a deep laughter one that reminded her of those fake santas you would see around this time of year, deep, genuine, loud, overall a honest noise. Tanya would naturally take Bengal’s hand as he presented it for a handshake, typically she was fine with just a nod and heading off to take care of whatever needed done but this felt more real then the individuals that she normally worked with so for at least this time she was ok with it. “I don’t know Bengal I think a title is a perfect way of addressing someone, isn’t that kind of the point of said title?” She would say with a smirk on her face, “But no I haven’t had the chance to do this one or really any of them, life hasn’t been kind enough to find reliable partners.”
“I have both.” She replied confidently to his inquiry of whether she had enough strength or a way of flying for the first obstacle they would have to face once they entered the building. Tanya was a user of Golems and making sure to have some that can fly was a need that she made sure to cover once she was strong enough. For this trip she would just match the bundle of power that lead the way through the storm to the tower, if he was using power to make it through things she would do so as well. It would be a good learning experience for the young rogue, after all imitation is the highest form of flattery.
When they neared the tower Rivi noticed it was covered in Vines of various thickness, she was sure that Bengal already knew where the actual entrance was but she decided to locate it herself. Might as well pull some kind of weight on this trip, she wasn’t one to let others do everything on a job and there wasn’t any reason to start now. So after a few moments of studying the structure she was able to locate the doorway, which of course was covered in the typical thick vines that seemed abundant outside in this desert landscape. So naturally she simply grabbed the vines in her way and tore them out of it, no reason to make it pretty. “Well Bengal it seems I have found our way in so I think it’s far that you lead the way going forward.” Rivi would say as she did a mock bow.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 29, 2020 21:00:44 GMT -5
"That depends on how the one using it intends for it to reflect on the conversation," Bengal chuckled softly at the comment in regards to the title. Normally, he didn't mind too much but frankly the title was something that Clover had given him. Bengal was already, technically, a title as well. Or a nickname. Fame was an odd concept to him in the context of Clover, it was different than his own people's views on it. Still, there was no harm in her utilizing the name. He simply preferred Bengal.
"Satori is also acceptable, if you can pronounce it," grinning, the large man watched her feeling out the vines. Searching for the entry point, contemplating her comments in regards to the bog. Both, hm. So she either utilized transformation, supplementary, golem, or physical reinforcement magic. All were acceptable answers to the bog itself.
"Very well. Let's see what you can do then," he stated with a smirk. Normally he would amplify the young woman as well, but if she was intent to follow him along then that was perfectly fine by his standards. "If you get in over your head don't worry. Long as you keep your head, I can put you back together again." He chuckled softly before his eyes focused on the doorway she offered for him to enter first. Stepping forward, Bengal... didn't activate any spells at all. The sword remained at his hip, as did the grimoire of leather and bone.
<Entering the Dungeon, F1R1>
A large hand shoved the vines away, ripping them out of the stone wall casually to clear the way entirely. If she wished for him to go first he certainly didn't mind. Stepping through the ragged outcroppings of stone and vine, the large man ducked under the lower ceiling due to his height. The faint sound of water dripping filled the air, trickling in small streams around their feet that led deeper into the Dungeon. Unconcerned, Bengal stepped over the water. Thick boots splattering a bit of the mud with each step due to his intense weight.
"What are you wanting to do with yourself, Rivi? Any goals?" His foot sank into ankle-deep mud. He continued on without worry. "Revenge? World domination? A nice house? Bringing back the dead?" Another step, to the knee now. His mana skin kept him clean, but it didn't make the muck any easier to wade through as it came up to the middle of his stomach. Despite this Bengal was uneffected, stepping through the bog now at full waist height as he meandered through the thick bog as if it was a normal stream of water. He didn't even need magic to wade through this muck.
"Usually people that want to risk death have interesting goals. Though you're welcome to ignore my small talk." Bengal's lips curled back, exposing the long dual cuspids that glinted in the limited light that came from his glowing silver mana skin.
It seemed that Rivi would be able to get along with this person quite well, She wouldn’t have to worry about a betrayal or backstabbing from this one. There was a sense of honor that came from the man in front of him, also their mindset were similar so the conversation was going smoothly and naturally. It was always more exciting to be able to carry on with the person you are working with then only staying silent besides the more basic of interaction. Those type of jobs were always the ones that seemed to both go the fastest but also the slowest, Rivi avoided those types like a walking none talking plague.
“Hmm Satori, Interesting name gonna have to get the story behind that one.” Rivi mused as the Bengal walked past her easily pushing aside the vines and taking the lead into the dungeon. Rivi followed closely behind listening to Bengal as he asked her about various things, “What am I wanting to do with myself? That is a good question.” Rivi replied as she looked around the dungeon as the atmosphere and scenery completely changed from the desert landscape they just left into a humid bog just like Bengal had told her earlier. It was very strange to see if happen in front of you even with the knowledge that it was going to happen, it was the first time she was taking on a dungeon. “I’m pretty sure this response isn’t anything special but I want power, not connections that give me said power but power that is supported by my own effort, strain and ability.” Rivi would say as she brought herself back to focus on the path in front of her, she watched as Bengal walked smoothly into the bog without a care in the world so she did just the same. The water was weirdly warm and the mud underneath the surface did what it could to hold her feet in place but like Bengal this obstacle wasn’t much of one in the slightest. Though it was annoying that her clothes were going to probably smell of bog and she was sure that it wouldn’t be that pleasant of a smell. “I was adopted into a family for the sole purpose of standing on top of the criminal underworld and for that I need the power to bend those idiots to my way.” Rivi revealed as they cross the bog and came out on the other side.
“What is your goal? Someone of your standing with your fancy title has to have a reason for coming so far.” Rivi asked as she looked around noticing the a staircase that seemed to lead to the next level of the dungeon.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 29, 2020 22:08:42 GMT -5
"A story behind my name?" Bengal laughed even louder at that, most people of Clover didn't think of a name having a story. It was odd for anyone to think that way. He was starting to like this woman.
"My full name is Satori Ryuutei," Bengal explained simply, "I'm the clan's current head." The Ryuutei were well known as the savages of the Forsaken Region. Given noble status due to their bloodshed against Diamond and the Daemon during the wars. The lands had been offered as thanks for their efforts, and especially Bengal's own. Though minor nobility of Clover was small-time compared to his actual goals. A simple baby-step in the right direction, nothing more.
"Ryuutei choose their name upon completing the naming trial," stepping through the muck, he made note that she was wading through it easily as well. Grunting one in approval before shifting his gaze down toward her.
"The trial required us to fight another trained warrior naked without a grimoire or weaponry, and kill them with our basic magic and bodies. Chained together at the ankle." His gaze shifted forward. "To teach our young what it means to truly take life, and risk your own. Our names are sacred I suppose." It was the closest word they had in their language for what his clan viewed it as, even if it wasn't quite right.
"I chose Satori because, to me, it was an enlightening experience that helped open the world to me. That's what my name means. 'Sudden Enlightenment'." As he explained this, he stepped up onto the large stone slab that led up to the next level of the Dungeon, glancing down at her. Power was a good entryway goal.
"With power comes new goals and responsibilities. I'm sure you'll rapidly begin to discover there is more and more you desire the stronger you become. Such is the result of hunting for power." With this he would shift his gaze upward, contemplating her own question. His own goal, hm?
"A country for my people to once more own. I'm close to achieving it. After that..." Bengal glanced upward in thought, lifting a hand up. "Fund a proper military, form an elite squad to rival the Magic Knights with a more pragmatic and useful system that has no use for idiotic things like nobility, expand the Forsaken Region into a proper country." Each goal lifted a finger up, before his shoulders lifted in a shrug.
"After that I'll start working on the next series of goals. For reference," Bengal grinned glancing down at her, "I used to tell my father I just wanted power for the sake of it with my own hands, too. It gets a bit out of hand once you finally have that power in your grasp." Laughing softly, he stepped up. Following the staircase coated in mosses and vines, pushing through and as he went commenting on the next room.
<Entering F2R1>
"There'll be a bunch of snails in this next room. Go ahead and take out as many as you can. I'll clean up whatever is left." She wanted power, so allowing her the combat was the benefit for this. Combat, training, pushing oneself was all important to encourage power growth after all.
It seemed her guess at an actual meaning behind Bengal’s name was spot on, it had tugged at something in the back of Rivi’s mind when he had told it to her earlier, then when he was explaining who he was and where he was from it clicked as to why she had had that insight. Rivi was from the Forsaken Region growing up in the harshest environment with the worst of the worst she instantly recognized the Ryuutei clan name. Just as Bengal had described them, they were considered a bunch of savages by the majority of the populace both from their more simple way of life but also from the daemon like fighting that they were capable of as even the smallest of children that lived in the Clover Kingdom knew of.
Maybe that was why Rivi was so relaxed around Bengal because they had come from the same land and through different paths ended up here. “So that is why you are so familiar, I’m from the Forsaken Region. I haven’t had much interaction with the Clan, but I’ve met some outliers.” Rivi felt a sense of homesickness that was replaced with relief as the things started to click together. She had heard of the coming-of-age ceremony that Bengal spoke of but not the in-depth detail that he had given, the boys back home use to tie their hands together and slug it out in a way to emulate that trial. Rivi was sure if those boys knew that it was supposed to be to the death, they probably would have settled onto something else. She enjoyed listening to the Bengal tell of his story and the way of his clan, it was like listening to an older brother or uncle that you only get to see around certain times of the year. Learning that her goal wasn’t as cliché as she thought it was did help her with the insecurity of just being another person hoping to be strong.
Though hearing Bengal’s current path going forward sounded, tempting if that was even the right word for the emotion that was going through her as she listened. If it wasn’t for Bengal telling her about the next room she might have forgotten that they were in a Dungeon. “Snails? Really? That’s stupid.” Rivi said with a look of disgust, cause she knew that since they were a creature of the dungeon that they wouldn’t be small little snails but probably monstrous beings.
As her head ascended into the next floor into the next room she immediately saw that her guess on the overgrown creature was spot on. These things looked like the slimiest and most goo covered creatures Rivi would probably ever see in her life. “10 of them That’s all? Easy” Rivi muttered to herself, before she even fully entered the new room she was already casting her spell. As she walked 10 daggers made of blood infused with shadow making it seem like something was moving under the surface of the daggers formed around Rivi, she mentally made a note of where each Snail was and sent the daggers speeding towards the creatures moving at a speed of 15m/s. Each dagger found their target and each snail moved onto the afterlife. Their pathway to the next room was clear and open. Nothing besides the environment that stunk of rotten meat and death was left to hinder them.
“There we go now we can continue our conversation Satori.” Rivi said showing no strain or weakness, she could use this spell all day without issue and it was just her most basic of spells.
Description: Rivi forms her magic into a dagger made of blood that shimmers with darkness, that can be thrown towards the target or used for Melee doing JR rank damage. Can Create multiple daggers in accordance with the Ammo rules once thrown the dagger will disappear either upon impact with target or if target is missed.[break][break]
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 29, 2020 23:13:25 GMT -5
Bengal blinked as she explained her own home was from the Forsaken Region. His gaze shifted down to her curiously, but her ki showed no sign of lies. A hum filled his chest.
"You're brave, then." His words were simple, and honest. The Forsaken Region wasn't a place for most that enjoyed any sort of civilized company. The land itself wished to feast on your flesh, feed on your blood, drain you of life and turn you into compost. The people living there robbed, killed, plundered, destroyed with no goals in sight beyond bloody survival. The Ryuutei Clan were considered 'Honorable' in those lands. His people, his clan, had made a name for culling the bandits in their immediate area and beating back the twisted lands.
They had formed a paradise within the darkness. Lush vegetation. Exotic plans, fields of plants, Ryu was an oasis in a wasteland of blood. Under his banner they had expanded into the Forsaken Region and begun to evolve from a large village to something more. His lip twitched upward in amusement.
"Where's your hometown? There aren't many villages in that land. But we're expanding and turning the land fertile. A bit more coin and I'll finally have all I need to begin construction of a new city. I'll be able to found my elite guard." His gaze lifted, watching her approach the snails and use blood magic to manifest her weapons. A powerful element. A hum filled his chest of approval, she definitely had talent. A bit more room to grow and she'd reach a tier of skill few were able to manage. The potential was something Bengal always looked for in others.
<Entering F2R2>
"One of my main goals is to colonize and civilize our home," he stated simply as she re-approached him. She hadn't even needed his help. Amused he walked forward along the moss, shifting his gaze to examine the massive azure mushrooms that reached into the ceiling. Thick foliage, exotic fungus and flora, it was beautiful. He felt the ki of the ten reptilian creatures stalking through the shrubbery and lifted his gaze upward toward one as he paused for a moment.
"I'll prove to these idiots in Clover and Diamond both that the way to create a true country isn't to rely on such nonsensical things as nobility and royalty. Skill. Power. Dedication. Intellect. Creativity. These are what one needs to lead a nation." As he stated this one of the beasts lunged toward him, and without a flicker of magic his bare hand lifted. Grasping the large reptile around the head, and casually crushing its skull in his hand without concern.
Dropping the body as the remaining nine paused after watching the leading attack so casually outsped and overpowered. His head tilted to the side as he flicked the blood from his hand, before launching forward in a blur that was far faster than most spells. In the same gust of movement, the creatures disappeared. All re-appearing as they smashed into various trees and stones, the sickening crack of bones shattering and bodies being crushed as Bengal casually smacked them all aside without a single bit of mana used.
<Entering F2R3>
Tucking his hands back into his pockets, he didn't even glance at the bodies of the creatures buried several inches into the ground, walls, stone, and trees around them. Glancing back toward her with a curious expression.
"Have you had a teacher, or been on your own up to this point?"
“Exactly? I’m not sure all I know is that once you enter the Forsaken region if you walk north east for 4 days you will reach it.” Rivi mentioned as she tried to recall any defining features of her village. It was just barest of places, easily mistaken for an abandoned village. Most people had already left the town while she was growing up there so survival was the prominent in all the residents. There was no real connection to her life back then beyond how she lived her day to day now, what she learned there has helped her survive the criminal world for this long.
Rivi took a backseat to Bengal as he proceed forth showing signs of approval after she had cleared out the snails, he begun telling of what the clan had been up to and what their goal was for the lands. It was once more something that sounded perfect. Rivi was technically a “Noble” but only in the barest sense of the word, she had been adopted into the family by the patriarch while he was traveling and was left simply with a task of becoming a powerful asset in the criminal underworld. She watched in amazement as Bengal simply disappeared after crushing a lizard creatures head between his hands and then decimated the rest with an ease that showed the true expertise that the man had developed.
They moved on effortlessly into the following room making quick progress of the dungeon when Bengal asked an important question. “I have not had a teacher besides what the Forsaken region has taught me but I was adopted by a man and was given the only task I’ve had since I was young.” Rivi would share with Bengal, her goal and the task that was given went hand in hand so she had no issue with continuing to follow it to completion had it been something that went against her overall goal she would have drop the last name given to her and moved on with her life.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 30, 2020 18:58:58 GMT -5
Bengal hummed, the only towns he knew of that fit the location she was vaguely describing were abandoned as far as he knew. Shifting his gaze forward, Bengal scratched his chin.
"I'll have to send out a platoon. If there are survivors we'll try to integrate them in." With this Bengal would continue forward, her next words caused him to hum deep in his chest. She'd had no teacher hm? "You've got quite a bit of potential then." He mused simply as they pushed into the next room. Here they entered into the next room where the large river began to roar and flow deeper into the next rooms. Bengal shifted his gaze down toward the massive crocodillian-esc creature that began to stir beneath the waves.
He could lead them around it, avoid it, but that would be a bit boring. So instead Bengal's hand opened, and he casually walked into the water. Pausing to wait. There was a few moments of silence before the massive beast burst out of the water, jaws snapping open. Hundreds of teeth aiming to sink into Bengal's body and drag him into the water fully. In response, Bengal simply grabbed it by the snout mid-bite. Muscles flexing, before he turned and lifting the entire creature entirely out of the water. As he spun, he hurled the creature in a shoulder throw.
"All yours, Rivi," he stated with an amused smirk as the massive creature bounced across the sand and vines. Claws flailing, desperately trying to locate its footing while Bengal looked toward the woman. He'd injured it, but purposely held back to ensure she had full reign against the creature.
"The others were small fry. This one should at least make you try a bit I hope." A test in a way. She seemed interesting, but was she worth the line of thought he'd begun to follow? Would she be a worthy student alongside Hania?
Rivi nodded with a small sense of relief for the possibility of others like her being taken care of by the clan if they still remained in that old town, she doubted it, but she wouldn’t be surprised if there was still a handful living there. It was surprising for the Rogue that she felt anything for that old place especially with how long it had been since she last was there, maybe it was just with because she was around someone who also lived the in the same place.
They entered into the next room with the most obvious feature being the large amount of water that laid near the center of the room, it did look deep enough to hinder anyone’s progress through the room and there was a way around it but that wouldn’t be worth most of the effort that was needed. Rivi was confident that she would be able to make it across without issue and if needed she could always summon her golem to fly across but she followed Bengal’s lead as he continued his path into the water. She waited for a moment when she realized he had stopped moving like he was waiting for something to appear, unlike previously he hadn’t given any advice for this room so she was unsure what was going on. Regardless she was on alert, which shortly she would be glad she was since Bengal seemed to anger some ancient creature that sprang from the water with more teeth then Rivi could count. Though like all other creatures Bengal effortlessly tossed the beast out of the water and onto the hard ground behind her, Rivi continued to be impressed by Bengal’s ability. The beast scrabbled behind her clawing at the ground trying to find it’s footing from the sudden toss.
Rivi’s face split into a large smile when she heard Bengal’s challenge, there was something about being pushed by someone of such great power for Rivi that seemed to awaken something inside her. “Another ugly fish to fry then.” Rivi proudly proclaimed as her grimoire opened and one page after another lit up as two different spells activated. She summoned 2 of her Grunt Golems, 6 meter tall Gargoyle looking creatures made of blood and constantly shifting shadow She ordered them to attack and hold the creature in place before it could get it’s bearing on the situation. Once that order had been issued she was already casting her next spell, Lance, which summoned 3 calvary lances that had the same appearance of the golems and daggers she had summoned previously. With the beast restrained and injured further by her 2 golems she snapped her fingers and the lances flew at a speed of 25m/s and impaled the creature ending it’s life. With the beast’s life ended she dismissed her golems and turned back to Bengal, “At least it wasn’t annoying snails this time.” She wore a smile that never left her face as she was slowly getting filled with bloodlust as she was pushed to deal with these various creatures.
Rivi summoned 2 Int golems dealing Int damage to the beast and restraining it, then used Lance an Int AC spell to kill it. Dismissed both Golems once creature was killed. 40 Mana used for both spells. 35 mana regenned for IC. 5 mana lost this post.
Name of Spell: Lance[break] Elemental Type: Blood (Shadow Oddity)[break] Rank & Spell Type: Int | Attack Creation[break] Range & Speed: 40m | 25m/s[break] Mana Cost: 20 Cost | 10 Sustain[break] Stats Effected: +4 Power.[break] Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Artillery Support, Quick Shot, Elemental Oddity.[break] Description: Rivi forms her magic into a lance made of blood that shimmers with darkness, that is thrown towards the target. Deals Int Damage. Can Create multiple lances in accordance with the Ammo rules.[break][break]
Name of Spell: Grunt[break] Spell Element: Blood (Shadow Oddity)[break] Spell Rank: Intermediate [break] Mana Cost: 20 Cost | 10 Sustain[break] Type of Golem: Balanced[break] Applicable Perks: Puppet Master, Self-Improving Golem, Elemental Oddity.[break] Description: Rivi summons a golem of blood and simmering shadow in the shape of an Gargoyle. The maximum size of the golem is 6 meters. If used as transportation they can Carry 2 passenger and their speed is reduced to 10m/s. Can summon more Golems in accordance with the Golem rules For a max of 4 Golems per spell. (For every post the golem(s) are sustained they get +1 to Dura, Pow, and Sen. They also get a +1m/s capping out at 5 posts. Once user hits Grand the Cap is extended to 10 Posts. The Golems are given +5 to Dura, Pow, and Sen from Puppet master and due to being Balanced Golems.)[break][break]
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Last Edit: Dec 30, 2020 23:42:43 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 31, 2020 13:10:28 GMT -5
Bengal hummed, watching as Rivi slaughtered her way through the creature through the pure mass of numbers and bombardment. It was a solid tactic to handle a large creature that could likely endure quite a bit of punishment for its level of mana. Amused, Bengal cracked his neck before his eyes shifted toward Rivi as the girl paused and proclaimed it was better than the snails. A laugh filling his chest.
"That creature is nearly as strong as the boss's of this Dungeon. Color me impressed, Rivi." Bengal's tone was calm, and firm. Offering her a grin his head tilted to the side.
"How do you feel about learning a bit from me and staying at Ryu? It'll be good to have more members with higher potential like you." As he stated this Bengal turned, letting her think on it as they went. The idea of becoming some petty thug felt like a waste to him. Creating a country, founding an organization to clash with even the Clover Knights, rising a new banner to the sky. Re-colonizing a land that the other countries had left to rot with their wars and conflicts.
<Entering F2R4>
There was infinite potential in conflict, in standing on your own feet and pushing past it all to become something greater than those that had looked down on you. That was why there was no concept of nobility within Ryu, and why that ideal would stay. All that mattered was skill and power. Blood and segregation had absolutely no grounds within his world. Stepping forward, Bengal entered into the final room.
Two massive beasts slammed into one another, a massive two-legged beast with a monstrous jaw and clawed arms. As well as a heavy, horned and armor-plated monster of a beast that roared and clashed against one another.
"If you learn from me, I can guarantee," Bengal's eyes ignited with crackling electricity, a wide grin spreading across his lips. "I'll make you even stronger than this." As he stated this, mana suddenly exploded from his body. The entire dungeon shook, the two rampaging beasts that had been snarling at one another suddenly frozen fear. Brilliant silver light poured off of Bengal's body, static electricity causing hair of anything near him to stand on end. Cracks splitting across the towers base as his lips curled upward, before a tidal wave of electricity exploded from his feet.
The ground ruptured, stones flew in all directions, trees were uprooted as smoke and ozone filled the air. The sound of thunder erupting around them as the entire room was laid to waste. The creatures didn't even have time to react, turned to ash before the pair as Bengal's electricity slowly died down. The crackling fading before he tucked his hands into his pocket as from the ashes the large chest began to rise from underneath. Shifting his gaze back to look toward Rivi with a grin.
He hadn't been bragging or showing off. No, he wanted to show her what he could do for her as a potential employer. Even more than that, he wanted to show her what she was capable of with dedication. "I'm not even close to my peak. So I know..." A grin split his lips even wider than before, those elongated fangs flashing in the light.
"You can definitely become even stronger than I am right now, too."
Name of Spell: Raijin's Storm: Greater [Ammo x3] Elemental Type: Lightning Rank & Spell Type: Grand (Attack Creation + Hex & Curse) Range & Speed: 110m AoE & 85m/s Mana Cost: 50 & 25/Post Stats Affected: Mana, Control Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Malicious Mage, Quick Shot, Area of Triumph Description: Bengal forms electrical currents that swirl before he unleashes an explosion of lightning, summoning a magic that manifests itself into a thick sky full of swirling curses and electricity. This form a curse over the entire range of the spell, causing the curse to target everything in the range with the [Blinded] effect following the standard stat difference requirements, and debuff their mana regeneration by [10] per post. Atop this, the storm begins to rain bolts of lightning from the sky [Ammo] that deal [Grand] damage to anything they hit within range of the clouds.
Rivi took the compliment from Bengal with a slight bow not out of respect but more out of comradery, it was feeling like they were becoming quick friends. “Being taught by the Ryuutei? That’s not a chance that many get from what I hear.” Rivi would say as she gave the idea some thought. She didn’t really have a place to belong to given that the only person she had any real connection do had gone off to wherever they wanted and it had been years since they been in contact. For all Rivi knew James had forgotten her or passed away in his pursuit of whatever power he was after, she may never know in her lifetime or any others but that didn’t stop her from having to actually think about the proposition presented to her.
The Ryuutei were honor bound and valued strength and as Bengal had mentioned, they were always wanting those with potential. It made since given the fact they were trying to become their own country and were on the fast track to doing just that. They entered the last room of the dungeon and the colliding of flesh and bone resounded throughout the area, it felt like the tower itself was shaking from the clashing of force between these two giant monsters. They resembled the creatures of ancient time where everything seemed to be related to reptiles and lizards, where the world was truly a place of the survival of the fittest. Which was why when Bengal decided to wipe these creatures off the face of the planet as easily as doing a morning warm up it was just another moment of enlightenment for the young Tiberius. Every second with this man showed that there was a stronger person out there and a lot of times they were very rarely showing their full ability.
The temptation of being able to be stronger than the force she was seeing at this moment nagged at that primal desire to truly stand at the top of the food chain. Rivi desired power, she could train, work and gain that power purely by her own effort and strength without any guidance to point her the right way or to show her how to properly grow, but Rivi wasn’t someone who would turn down an offer as promising as this. Very much like the day she accepted being adopted into the Tiberius family by the patriarch she was once more presented with the chance to gain the needed power to become someone or something more then what her current self was. “Well Satori, I guess you got at companion for your trip back home. Don’t come to regret it when I come to stand on top.” Rivi would say with her typical smirk that showed a confidence of someone that was willing to bleed for the strength they gained. Going forward Rivi would tag along with Bengal as any recruit, disciple, student would with their superior upon leaving the dungeon. [Exit]
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Jan 4, 2021 9:33:08 GMT -5
Bengal allowed a wide grin to spread across his lips at Rivi's excitement, but even more so at her eager acceptance to becoming a student. He'd found another with potential well worth keeping, that was more than enough reward for him. The Dungeon's benefits aside, this was what he lived for. Finding those that were worth his time, and making them bloom into something far more than they could have ever hoped for.
On their way out of the blackened room, his gaze turned forward as June's words filled his mind. Pick up another stray?
He must appear like a doting cat-father at this point, scooping them up and bringing them back home to nurture into something incredible. But, he didn't mind it. If that's what he became known for then all the better. Giving others a light to be led by was anything but folly. It wasn't like he didn't benefit from being surrounded by potential, either.
[Exit] [+6 Stats from Learning Expirence] [+3 Stats/Spell Points]
