Ding!
You are now Tyrian Grant!
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5:01 AM
Wake up, commence morning routine; brush teeth, prep armor and clothing.
5:25 AM
Go to town, get breakfast for Sophie and sell off some loot.
7:12 AM
Wake up and help her out of bed, get her breakfast set.
This is what My daily schedule normally looked like.
As I lightly brushed Sophie's long hair, I spoke softly to her recently awoken mind. "Elleyh should be here soon so be sure to have your bag packed for the next two days, I'll most likely be gone for that long if everything goes right." I can tell my words had reached her as the gears visibly turned in that head of hers, giving me a soft nod before she bit into a breakfast wrap filled with scrambled eggs which had been decorated with bits of pork mixed within.
I watched as she ate, my mind so lost in thought about what I might find deeper in the dungeon that I hadn't realized she'd turned to look at me while placing her hand on the back rest, the brush lightly rubbing against the fur on her hand instead her strands of hair.
Sophie had dark fur that resembled a blackish-navy blue hue when in the day and more of a darkened desaturated burgundy when without light, similar to our mother whom had the same fur. She had very long straight hair that plumed from her head as if flowing lava from a volcano, the strands of hair a fiery velvet that got brighter as the hair grew farther from her head. Her eyes shone like gems, having one appear a light blue and the other a deep purple. A trait that we both split from our mother, who herself had two mystic purple eyes, her pupils split into a green spiral which had extrude into six lines, resembling a vertical eye. Having shared this trait, I gained our mothers left eye, while my sister her right; Those green spirals glow when we are nearby and let off a small hum in our minds, so we always used that of a way of finding each other when separated with the intent to look for the other.
"Tryian, you should stop waking up so early, you aren't getting enough sleep are you?" Her eyes were filled with worry when I looked into them, those hybrid sapphire-amethyst orbs gazing back at me. "Its fine, I work better with a little less sleep anyways, sleeping too long makes me feel groggy when I get up so I'd rather not for too long." Silence took the room for a few moments. "Okay...you promise that you'll get some rest when you aren't hunting right?"
She raised her pinky to me, her hand much larger than my own. I wrap my pinky finger around hers; giving a slight shake as to wordlessly bind my promise. Staying there for a moment, I watch as she got up, her slouched figure sleepily lumbering over towards the closet and opening it up to begin packing her things. If not for others around the area knowing the difference, I'd seem like I was the older sibling, just much shorter than her. Her height was that of 9'11, freakishly large for our kind whilst usually the women of our race usually tend to be around 5'9 or 6'2 by age 20. I stood at 6'6; the more average height for most male Lycanfolk my age. I always assumed it was our father's genes on why we look so different and why she is so large. I've never met him and Sophie does not remember him much, nor have we really questioned mom about him when she was still here, it just never really became relevant to us I guess, it was just us three, and that was all we really needed.
Getting up and walking over to a mirror that I recently bought, looking at myself, I am reminded of how different I am from my sister once again; with my dark grey, black and white fur, I can only assume I got that from our father, along with my wild hair that I keep tied up into a pony tail, it makes me look almost like a particular swordsman from a story I read about, legends say he could command the wind as his blade and shield. Similar to my sister, I two have separate colored eyes, one blue, in which I keep shown, and one purple, which I keep covered under a custom made eyepatch. Taking hold of a half-filled bottle of ointment, I remove the eyepatch, wincing at the slight pain that came with moving it. Looking at my eye, the green spiral that once only represented my pupil had grown to over take my full eye, my vision off and disoriented looking through it like a kaleidoscope; the six in total lashes grew into slightly glowing scars that etched into the flesh around my eye. Dabbing a soft cloth in the solution, I lightly rub the ointment across the scars, keeping my eye closed as best I can, feeling only numbness in the lid. Small sizzles rise on contact from the medicated cloth, lightly stinging my flesh as a frown tugs at the edge of my mouth, my teeth clenching slightly and face tensing from the expected but unwanted pain.
My catch a glance of my sister watching from in from of the closet through the mirror, her bag slung across her shoulder as she watched with curiosity and equal worry.
"Do you always have to use that? Does it keep it from growing?"
"Yeah, not sure how much it stops but it works."
My body began to relax as I toss the cloth to the left of me, watching it fall into the sink as I slowly reel my head back to rest on the back of the chair. While I settled, a rapid blur of Sophie entered my view, startling me as jumped slightly in my seat, spinning a round to turn to her. "Does it always hurt?" She asked, cocking her head to the left, examining my eye as it stared back at her. "No. not always, only when I clean it. When away from the Runestone, the headache when I look at most things is worse." Picking up the eyepatch, I carefully wrap it around my head again, carefully setting it in place before I relax and let my gaze slowly trail towards the door, the scent of Elleyh entering my nose.
"5...4...3...2..." As the door opens, Elleyh walked in with a smile are her face, behind her the view of a carriage with beasts of burden and a coachman checking his watch waiting for her return. "How many seconds did I have left?" Letting a smile slightly grow at the sight of her, I lean forward and place my elbows on my knees as i fully turn my head towards her. "One left, you almost got me" Watching her walk around the table, she pats Sophie on the nose, she approaches me, moving me a bit to sit on the same chair, nuzzling her head to my neck as I am forced to look up by the action. "Going out Questing by yourself again hon?" She wraps her arms around my neck, embracing me into a slightly awkwardly positioned hug. "Mhm, only a bit of dungeon delving, and no, I won't try to clear it on my own love."
Elleyh, similar to myself ,Sophie and most others on our side of the continent, was a Beastfolk, more specifically Dogfolk or Lycanfolk for our species. She resembled an elegant Rough Collie, standing at about 5'12. She had well kept gold and white fur decorated with dark streaks and jade colored eyes that beamed with excitement. She wore an elegant tunic with long sleaves that was dyed green and laced with golden embroidery to complement her eyes and fur. Clashing with her look, a ragged and aged leather holster held a large book was slung across her waist; Its title was written in another language that was known mainly by wizards and spell casters and while she had always pestered me to learn it, I always only did the bare minimum with it.
Whilst trapped in the awkward hug, I adjust My gaze to my older sister who was watching us "cuddle" while eating the remains of her breakfast, her neutral worried face returned its own look, visibly wanting to speak however her lips sealed behind anxiety. Elleyh soon notices, her ears lightly bouncing once or twice to Sophie know she was listening.
"Why...why don't we all go again...I think I can handle it." Elleyh looks toward me with an expectant expression on her face, feeling the pressure of her gaze yet averting my own; opting to instead look at the wall. "We've been over this Sophie, no dungeon diving for now until I can find you a mentor." Pointing my finger at Elleyh now. "And until *YOU* get rid of that Gung Ho 'I'm invincible' attitude that'll only bring more issues. Until those two issues get solved, that's a no on me bringing either of you into the dungeons. Too dangerous; Remember last time when I told you NOT to push forward and in your rush to cast, you ended up triggering wild magic and we got a floating rainbow lamp instead?" Elleyh looking unsurprised at the statement rolls her eyes and gets up, crossing her arms. A wave of embarrassment in her body language brushed against my senses. She seemed more annoyed than anything else, Sophie on the other hand looks more disappointed, giving almost puppy-dog eyes as a last ditch effort to change my mind. In response, I have my head a light shake, indicating the end of the conversation topic.
With the matter settled, Elleyh walked towards Sophie, resting her hand on the older woman, consoling her with a pat on the forearm. "C'mon Soph, lets head back to the Estate, I've got a few things I need help with that your *stinky brother* wouldn't even lift a finger to help with." Giving a sneered look back, she sticks her tongue out at me; And returning the gesture, I made an equally taunting face right back at her. With the two getting up and grabbing the packed bag from Sophie's earlier preparation, the two women make their way out the door, saying their goodbyes and such before leaving me in the room by myself. As I began to get up, the door swings open once more, Elleyh with a determined look on her face and quiver slung over her shoulder. Marching over, she plants the quiver on my lap, a few arrows falling onto the floor with a light clatter, then gets very close to my face, narrowing her eyes as to make a face that says "Be careful, I'll hurt you if you get hurt". Lightly placing my hand on her cheek, I gives her a quick peck on her snout, whispering to her that I would be fine, and a quick thanks for the assortment of arrows.
As she finally left for the final time, I retreated to another room, My makeshift little armory, having many bags of loot, items, supplies, and other miscellaneous things strewn about that might have some use or another in a dungeon or just for selling. Nothing fancy or high quality, all except a Gorgon's Horn to which I planned to make a weapon from once I got enough money. I still remember the crazy string of luck and misfortune that lead me to run into a Gorgon. Luckily it was already hurt from a previous fight but it was still a dance of death that I nearly tripped in time and time again that if it was in its normal health, I'd be dead. Plane and simple, I was no where near strong enough to take on a full strength beast like that. As I took note of what was available, I began taking stock of all I'd need for my adventure; Taking hold of them and letting them disappear into a extraplanar space using storage power Rymoris gave to both me and Sophie I simply call an inventory.
"37 normal arrows, 16 explosive arrows, 10 Swift Wind arrows...a weeks worth of quality rations...these are pretty expensive, so about 10 silver needed to profit for the returning loot value on each...dancing longsword...Ah, actually, I should keep that sheathed and not stored just in case."
Making the sword reappear, I adjusted the sheathe and buckle to my belt before looping the longbow on a quick-pull strap on a gear sash. It was linked to a leather utility belt leading into a scabbard to where the aforementioned longsword lay dormant. Before slinging the belt and sash around on, I lightly wrapped the longsword's sheathe with a thin wire of lead then using a very worn down magical pen on it, lightly rubbing it up and down wires, spreading magic between the links turning the empty space into a pressed together hard gravel-like material, protecting it from most spells around my level that would detect magic in an attempt to avoid any unnecessary troubles with the magic arrows and sword being the most expensive things in my possession, wanting to dissuade any would-be thieves detecting very pricey sword on my hip, causing a fight if anyone was looking for one. Looking back at the pen, the strained glow of the magical runes etched upon its wooden flesh flicker in and out. I give it about three to four more times it can be used before it looses it magical property and breaks. The pen itself was an inexpensive cheep knockoff fountain pen I had bought to feel fancy when writing things, though Elleyh wanted to give it an actual use. Engraving magical runes on it to give it the property to cast a low-level anti-detection spell on its target, provided the materials were there and ready to use.
After a while, I was all set; worn-down leather armor was equipped along my body, a padded hood had hid my head and face for the most part as my feet were protected by cheap boots. A familiar wave of discomfort washed through me from the footwear as they were more heavy than I'd like, preventing me from reaching top speed or being as agile as I'd wanted to, but who am I to complain when they did their job of providing my feet and forelegs with adequate protection. Many times now have they proven their worth of not having me impaled on a spike trap through the foot that has escaped my senses.
Taking all the things I'd would need as of right now and splitting them between my inventory and backpack, I was as prepared as I realistically can be for the trials ahead. Walking to the basement of our home, I entered a small side room which housed many maps and varying types of the same ones layered on top of one another. On the left side of the room, I attention to the small pedestal with a worn leather bound book, I walked over, scribbled down a few words then circled a line of text previously written before leaving the map room as quickly as I entered; only stopping in the doorway to take another look at the room below before turning around and continuing my stride.
"Alright. Let the hunt begin."
Ding!
You are no longer Tyrian Grant
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Stepping outside of He and his sibling's home, Tyrian looked around at the forest landscape. The locale was full of an assortments trees, firs, pines, spruce and the occasional larch can be found all around the mountains that surrounded their humble abode. The general landscape consisted mainly of large woodlands spread around the foot and speckled about on top of several mountains that had vaguely formed into a horse shoe like shape, several dirt and gravel roads flowed through and around the mountains, some caves carved to make paths that helped any that would pass through. Their home was nested in the side of a tall and long winding mountain rockface. It was made by their mother with magic years prior to their birth or even their mother's meeting with their father as far as Tyrian knew. She had hollowed out a nice area for herself to live, secluded for her own privacy yet close enough to the surrounding cities and towns for her to do her work for the Ingrel Family. Tyrian stood in the doorway, looking at the view that he has seen countless times, he watched as the carriage containing Elleyh and Sophie move far down the winding road along a cliffside overlooking a town, his "good" right eye enhanced to give more depth, clarity and width to account for his distorted left eye, giving it a shape akin to a goat's pupil as well as a vertical slit; having his right eye resemble a plus symbol. Similar to his left eye, it was morphed and altered by Rymoris. Speaking of her...
"Youve been sitting here reminiscing on the past for like five minutes now! Get moving, I'm bored!"
Lowly growling to himself, Tyrian begrudgingly set off as instructed, heading to a small clearing nearby where a large dilapidated wall scoured in runes that radiated a mix of infernal and abyssal energy. It felt faint yet abundant. He had never knew what most of the runes meant but only that the wall as a whole acted as an anchor point for Rymoris, his families demonic patron.
Tyrian lightly moved his eyepatch and squinted, looking at the wall with his skewed eye; the familiar pain throbbing for a moment as he spoke, a feminine voice layering over his own.
"Seek Passage; Halls of the Spider Lord;"
As he and the other voice spoke, a rift in the space he was looking at opened, the other side being obscured by a mystical purple fog, constantly shifting in random patterns. The young man's knees had begun to buckle at the vast amount of magic filtered through his body, casting a spell that wasn't his own yet having it sap a huge amount of mana left him heaving on the ground for a moment, his stamina quickly returning due to the second presence helping him.
"It's getting annoying seeing you fall over whenever I cast a spell through you, stop being so dramatic and get up, you've got a dungeon to explore!"
Hearing her voice in his head filled him with anger. He took it that she didn't know the pain and exhaustion of having a spell draw mana from his body that it didn't have, having it rapidly restored and taken in huge gaps, his own body acting like a vessel too small to contain what was being shoved into it but being forced to close its lid nonetheless. Pushing her words out his head and doing his best to suppress her presence, he calmed himself. Rymoris's company was always an unwelcome one due to her involvement with his family, being the main cause of all their problems. Ignoring her words, he inspects the edges of the portal to make sure that should he jump through he wouldn't be attacked by any creature that may be on the other side of where he had last made the portal, creating a pseudo-anchor for the next time he would create a portal either in or out.
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Leaning over and taking a step in, he fell into the swirling ring of energy. Falling through, he readjusted himself midair, the floor he stepped into being a wall he walked out of. Immediately rolling to a knee and drawing his bow, nocking an arrow and slowly scanning the room in a horizontal zig-zag motion, watching the walls, ceiling and halls in his view, on the lookout for more Tile Trapper's and Crypt Strider's; The last time he was here he nearly was overrun with their sheer numbers and vicious tenacity. With the area being clear as far as he can see, not noticing any recent tracts, he decerned that the area was clear for now with no monster activity within the last 3 days since he was last here.
Apparently the work he has been doing for the last month in terms of thinning out the monster population on the first layer seemed to be paying off. Weeks of slowly witling away at the creatures nests, destroying egg sacks, and disrupting the Arcane Matrix of the area to keep more from respawning has made passage through this area much easier for someone going about things solo like himself, with the feral adversaries unable to repopulate their numbers in that area unless the unlikely event of another creature coming by to claim the now vacant territory occurred, it quickly becoming a fresh new host for eggs to be laid in their corpse.
As he walked about, he double checked to make sure that the area he was in was clean of any vermin, nodding to himself after his search came up empty, a pleasant result. Afterwards he doubled back towards the halls he had passed since his first time discovering this dungeon at the start of the month, the entrance sealed by a cave-in thus making the only way in is by teleportation unless whatever came through was very strong and very determined. He dreaded the teleportation option however knew the importance of looting as much as he could from this undiscovered crypt. He needed the money after all. At least with Seek Passage, it was easier to handle the Chargeback, as he called it, of his lack of mana seeping into his Ruin Energy reserves, enabling him to be able to cast it. More accurately, for Rymoris to cast it through him; the cheapskate demoness not wanting to cast it for him, opting to force his body to undergo the strain of casting a spell he does not know and is too weak for under normal circumstances. He had cursed her name under his breath as he looked through one of the chests he wasn't able to loot the last time he went through the room.
"Be grateful I'm even letting you use a fraction of a fraction of the spells I possess Tyrian, I could just send you somewhere worse!"
Her wicked voice was a chill against his ears as she resurfaced, giving him no privacy to his own thoughts. It was like a roommate had burst into his private area to invade his space for no reason other than the fact that they simply know they could.
"Shut it, I need to focus and you giving empty threats do nothing."
"I know, but a bit of negative reinforcement never hurt anyone *that* much, plus you'll be fine; *I'm* watching over you~"
Ignoring her again, he pressed onward after confirming the last area he checked was clear, getting ready to set up a temporary camp in order create a base of operations; a place to deposit loot, valuable monster parts, and any other miscellaneous things he thought was worth selling that he found. After spending time setting up and securing the perimeter, about an hour and a half has passed, all the while Rymoris kept nagging him about wasted time and how she wanted to watch him fight monsters; to which he suppressed her presence from his mind for as long as he could. Moving at his own pace throughout the camp and checking his gear in preparation for continuing downward, taking note of the two new magical items he found that were not high quality but would still catch a good amount of coin; A set of Goggles of Night and a Lantern of Revealing. Contemplating putting them aside to be sold later or keep them for himself. It was decided that he would keep the Lantern of Revealing for use at least for now and would sell off the Goggles of Night the next time he left the dungeon. He never knew what wonders he could have found in this or any dungeon with an item like the lantern.
He put the goggles into a small chest before locking it, sliding it into a coffin and covering it with what ever was around before making his way to the doorway that lead to a smaller set of stairs heading down into the next layer. Tyrian took a moment while slowly walking down, using his skewed eye to Identify himself by lifting a small shutter on the interior of his eyepatch. He viewed his stats, sort of a bootleg Status Ability, however it did give him an edge on knowing specifics about himself and his abilities, leaving out the guesswork that others that didn't have an identification power or status ability would have to do. Under normal circumstances adventurers without those abilities would instinctively know the basics of each of their abilities and powers, but never know the specifics unless they do extensive testing experimentation. He read his status in his mind and got ready.
Tyrian Grant
Alias(s): None
Age: 19
Race: Wolfkin (Cursed)
Level: 6
Stats
Physical: Str: 13 Dex: 17 Con: 15
Mental: Int: 15(+5 = 20) Wis: 17 Cha: 14
Spiritual: Will: 22(-5 = 17) Ruin: 11 Mana: 13
Good, his previous skirmishes with the inhabitants of the first layer had given him a few stat upgrades. His Constitution grew from 13→15, Dexterity from 14→17, and his Will Power from 16→22. Having such explosive growth for his level made him smile a bit, remembering a little celebration himself and the two had as he progressed to level 6, however with his curse, his Will Power will always take a huge hit of a -5, a somber reminder to never let that specific stat drop below 10, lest he become a puppet for Rymoris.
Heading down, he used his racial ability ;Scent Prey. Now that he was level 6, the arachnids from this and the next layer should appear within his perception range, defaulting to sight and smell. Watching the walls and feeling his nose flare and become more sensitive as his ability activated. Seeing a few greenish white auras through the walls, watching them skitter about along the unseen walls. Counting 9 enemies within his effective range, Tyrian thought of a strategy, not knowing the layout of the next place he would be entering, he would do what he could at least knowing the amount of foes he'd be facing, and while armed with the advantage of a surprise attack, things seemed to be weighted in his favor for the most part. He once more felt Rymoris's presence in his head, getting ready to once more make an attempt to suppress her, he felt her recede slightly, almost as a show of surrender. More interested in the fight to come then annoying him, she made her intentions clear to sit back and watch.
Taking a mildly annoyed sigh and refocusing his gaze at the dilapidated wooden door that acted as a pitiful wall between him and the impending strife. Nicking his thumb while nocking an arrow, blood ran along the iron tip as if drawn out by a magnet all the while an annoying voice that the Demoness had constructed to announce ongoings of a battle rung out in his head; He'd grown accustomed to hearing it by now.
Tyrian Cast ⟪Lesser Elemental Imbue⟫(Cursed)!
Lesser Elemental Imbue (Cursed)
Cost: 20 RP
Cooldown: None
Effect: Imbue an item with Fire, Ice, or lightning
Cursed Effect: All other active damage types are converted to poison after 5 seconds
Requires a ⟪Minor Blood Sacrifice⟫ to subside Cursed Effects
Duration: 1m
Focusing his magic on the arrow tip, he watched as a familiar green and purple flame flickered to life, letting lose the arrow to fly into the door before kicking it, sending the flaming debris outward, startling the large Tile Trapper on the other side of it, burning wood slamming into it and knocking it off balance.
Tyrian has entered combat!
Tyrian has initiated a Surprise Attack!
Environment: Frail Door (Wooden) (Burning) has dealt 10 damage to Tile Trapper Lvl. 4!
Landing on the ground, Tyrian barreled forward; quickly muttering a command word as his longsword hummed to life, snaking its way out of its sheathe and swiftly slashing in a downward arc, nearly severing the Tile Trapper's head as its 'neck' left nothing more than a few attached bits of stringy flesh, cleanly sliced through.
Tyrian's Dancing Longsword hit a critical point! 40 Slashing Damage dealt!
Tyrian has defeated Tile Trapper Lvl. 4!
13 XP Gained!
Using the corpse below him as mild high ground, his ear flicked left, then right. His senses picking up smaller Tile Trappers on either side of him.
"Forward and behind. Accidental pincer...The smaller one feels slightly stronger, off it first then deal with the weaker of the two." The flash of strategy quickly washed through his mind as he moved to activate another ability.
Tyrian Cast ⟪Inferior Ability Boost: Burst Speed⟫!
Inferior Ability Boost: Burst Speed
Cost: 10 mana
Cooldown between casts: None
Cooldown between uses: 3 seconds
Effect: Boost movement speed in small bursts, leaving a trail of afterimages of the user. This ability cannot be used in rapid succession until further upgrades. If previous use of this ability leaves the user airborne, the user must touch the ground or any other solid surface to use this ability again.
Duration: 10m
With his good eye glowing and his body beginning to outline with a blue trickling shimmer as he burst forward towards the smaller of the two spiders, delivering a drop-kick using the momentum of his burst of break-neck speed;
Tyrian has struck Tile Trapper Lvl. 9 with Unarmed Attack: Dropkick! 9 Bludgeoning damage dealt! Additional 12 Momentum damage dealt!
Tile Trapper Lvl.9 as been afflicted with Broken!
A loud crunch can be heard from his victim's injury, however it still seemed lively, rearing up to bite at his legs that previously struck it. With about 19 seconds left of his Imbue ability active, he quick-drew an arrow and nocked it, letting it fly to fill the creature's open maw with the crackle of lightning, killing it on the spot.
Environment: Dilapidated Stone Brick dealt 4 Bludgeoning damage to Tyrian!
Tyrian Shot Tile Trapper Lvl. 9 with Iron Arrow (Imbued: Lightning)! Tyrian hit a Critical Point! 12 Piercing damage and 24 Lightning damage dealt!
Tyrian has defeated Tile Trapper Lvl. 9!
26 XP Gained!
As His target died, the slower and larger one had only now come upon Tyrian, the Archer already aware of its presence yet his previous action left him open for an attack; unable to use Burst Speed until he touched the ground. Not wanting to risk taking heavy damage this early on, he quickly tried to touch the ground. Swinging his arm downward; his knuckles and fingers harshly scraped along the ground, his body flickering blue once more. Using the burst of speed; Tyrian had dipped into a two-legged sweeping kick, knocking the creature off balance and away from biting him as he snatched the floating longsword nearby from the air, twisting his body into a spin onto a knee. Using all of his body weight to launch himself with as much might as he could muster, imbuing lightning into the blade of his longsword as it made contact with one of the many spiders eyes and stabbing all the way through the head of the creature; Its corpse slightly twitching and jolting from the magic lightning coursing thought it.
Remembering the other six creatures still hanging about, Tyrian burst forward, grabbing his bow as he shot to his feet with the afterimages of his body traveling across the room. Feeling his magic supply become a little more drained as his ⟪Lesser Elemental Imbue⟫ ability came to an end, its curse aspect slightly weighing on him. He pushed that slight fatigue to the back of his mind and readied himself for the next round of fighting as four sets of 8 eyes appeared in the darkness ahead of him. Holding ready three more arrows between his fingers, Tyrian once more activated ⟪Lesser Elemental Imbue⟫, Imbuing Fire, Ice and Lightning, one on each arrow. He ran his finger on the edge of each tip, subsiding the cursed effect of his spell with his blood. He was ready for a less than advantageous fight due to his loud sneak attack though he was happy the first bout didn't take too long. While these creatures were relatively weak in general, they were still slightly stronger than Tyrian in terms of attack power, however he had greater skill, intelligence, and speed; yet that was still no excuse to slack and not take it seriously. He had fought alone. Which meant one detrimental slip up can lead to grave injury. While Rymoris wouldn't let him die, he didn't have to worry about the threat of death, at least for now while she was still entertained by him, but she was not above him being subjected to near mortal wounds, her power always keeping him coasting on the edge of life and death whenever he did make that one detrimental slip up that normally would have cost him his life.
A shiver had ran down his spine as he steeled himself, ready to take on the small group of arachnids as careful yet aggressive as he can, never wanting to feel the pain of having his broken bones and ruptured organs slowly fix themselves with Rymoris's twisted magic again, His pain being an absolute delight in entertainment for his Patrion. Never again would he subject himself to that by biting off more than he could chew. Refocusing his mind on the fight he had let the ice arrow fly, aiming for the center of the spiders, a mental detonator formed in his imagination made from Mana and Ruin Energy setting off the Ice arrow before it made contact, freezing one of the spiders and getting another of the arachnids half encased in ice. Next came the lightning arrow; It hit its mark. Electrocuting the ice; Killing the frozen spider and heavily damaging the half frozen one, its pained struggling broke it free at the cost of two of its legs. One of the two untouched enemies barreled toward him.
"One on the left, one in the middle, one dead, and one catching up.... Left goes first."
Thinking quickly and bolting forward towards the left most adversary, Tyrian yanked his longsword from the air around him, giving three slashes at its legs while it was moving, three out of the four legs hacked off, twisting around and blitzing past once more using the momentum from Burst Speed to attack the adjacent set of legs, only able to take off two legs this time.
"Not all of them but still good, immobilized for now."
The now disabled arachnid screeched as it stumbled and was barely able to move from its current position, pathetically stumbling over itself. As it limped towards him, the other shot past its ally in a blur, bolting towards Tyrian as it opened its maw to take a bite out of him. Not being able to react quickly on his own, Burst Speed once again showed its usefulness in times where his body could not keep up with an enemy but his mind could, and all it required was a thought to trigger its effects whenever it was ready. His trail of afterimages confused his attacker for a split second before it caught on to his plan; Its head jerking to the side and slamming its jaw down on his arm, a heavy grunt of pain leaving his mouth. The Tile Trapper swung its body down, slamming Tyrian into the floor in the process whilst it refused to let go of his arm.
Tile Trapper Lvl.8 Used Lock Jaw on Tyrian! 12 Piercing damage dealt to Fracture Aura!
Fracture Aura has mitigated 12 damage! Durability decreased!
Fracture Aura Integrity at 84%
Environment: Dilapidated Stone Brick has dealt 8 Bludgeoning damage to Tyrian to Fracture Aura!
Fracture aura has mitigated 8 damage! Durability decreased!
Fracture Aura Integrity at 76%
"Fuck, this one is faster than normal!" He snarled out the words in his head as he tensed the muscles in his arm, Ruin Energy in his body welling up and bolstering his physical strength. He pulled his arm free of its jaws and triggered Burst Speed once more, bolting towards the crippled spider and plunged his sword in its head, leaving it in then rolling off its corpse to take aim with his bow and remaining imbued arrow. "DODGE YOU IDIOT!! DON'T JUST STAND THERE AIMING!". Rymoris's voice screeched in his mind, but before he could do anything, a cold feeling spread across his back. He felt his aura rapidly deplete in strength and his body was sent flying into the nearby wall, causing a dent it.
Crypt Strider Lvl.13 had used Rending Strike on Tyrian! 26 Slashing damage dealt!
Crypt Strider Lvl.13 had attempted to inflict: Bleed, Broken, and Grievous Wounds!
Fracture Aura is still active, Bleed does not take effect!
Fracture Aura does not protect against Broken, Broken has been inflicted!
Fracture Aura is still active, Grievous Wounds does not take effect!
Fracture Aura Integrity at 13%
"Shit..."
He'd underestimated the time it would take the other enemies to make there way towards him. Staring in shock at the level of the Crypt Strider. "Level 13?!" He picked himself quickly as he used Burst Speed once more to get out of the way of a net of webs being shot at him. He bolted away then vaulted over a large coffin to use as cover. Raising his hand while whistling, his longsword rattled for a second before twirling and slashing its way out of its carapace sheath and spinning towards him and landing in his hand before he stored it in his inventory for the time being. His mind whirled for a new strategy; close combat with a Level 13 creature as opposed to his Level 6 was NOT an option. His best bet would be to continue the fight from a distance, if they began to adapt to his attacks and spells, he'd have to switch it up quickly. Hearing the rapid skittering of the three, he got ready. As one of them came into view, he dashed towards it and jumped, stepping on its head and sprang off of it into the air, taking aim with his flame arrow and letting it fly; the arrow hitting its target being the Level 8 Tile Trapper that attacked him earlier, piercing its carapace near one of its largest eyes. It screeched painfully as it halted its charge, shaking its head in agony.
"Not a critical hit but good enough. I'll need to keep this up until I wear them down enough to finish them off and do so without dying." While he was mid-backflip, he used Burst Speed once more. He was able to do so since he put himself in the air by means other than use of the ability, this giving him a mid-air dash of some sort when it was needed. It felt like a giant invisible hand grabbed him by the midsection and launched him in the direction his body had the most momentum in. Using this level of Burst Speed mid-air was very inefficient in his opinion since if he was still airborne he wouldn't be able to use the ability again until he touched the ground again. To combat this, he waits until he is at the end of a jumping arch to send himself to the ground faster.
After landing in a forced kneel to disperse as much of the force as possible, he grunted from the shock and took aim once more, igniting the arrow in flames and preparing as the three monsters charged him with ravenous feral fervor. As the creatures drew closer, an explosion of magic shot up from the floor below, sending him and the arachnids flying into the ceiling. His vision was obscured by flashes of neon green, yellow and purple before his head hit hit a stone and he blacked out. He felt a sensation of falling, his hair whipping around as he plummeted. His eyes could barely focus as in his vision adjusted to the darkness, his racial ability, Night Eye, shifted colors to darker and less saturated versions of themselves; the sight of a dark blueish stone floor rapidly approaching. He could barely move his body as he turned back upward to see massive debris falling toward him. In a few moment that seemed to pass in slow motion, he made the realization of what was about to happen. He was about to die.
A sense of unnatural calm flowed over him that he did not expect. His mind cleared and all trace of panic he had for a few moments vanished. "Well shit...So much for being careful this time." If the fall didn't kill him, being crushed by falling debris certainly would. He heard the faint voice of Rymoris speaking to him but he couldn't quite make out what she was saying. In the end, he'd be fine; But not before hour or more of absolute and inescapable excruciating pain that would come with Rymoris putting him back together, bone by bone and sinew to sinew. He couldn't help but wonder what Sophie and Elleyh were up to at the moment.
Then suddenly; everything went dark with a loud, sickening crack and the cut off sounds of large stones hitting the ground.