- Location
- Tampere
The monk seems more an upgrade to brawler than anything. They have all the same skills plus more.
Less stats?
Less stats?
Genesys
(Discrete Mokona)
- Location
- California
More discipline, magical skills. More firepower. Less horde specced, more able to deal with stronger but less numerous foes.
al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
"Less horde specced" in a way Superman is vulnerable to magic. As in "as horde specced as Brawler unless they decide to be lazy, just much more than that now".
Chapter 46
What do adventurers do in their free time? A good, active group typically did one or two day runs a week in veteran dungeons. Elite groups did it once every other month if they were being 'active' so to speak.
A lot of the time was spent planning and training. Samael trained several hours each day. He knew for a fact that Knuckles was working on his mace work and doing general strength training. Camila regularly did stargazing and fiddling with her diagrams. Seonag did a lot of talking with her spirits. That didn't account for occasional team meetings to plan for more. Add that all together and typically about half to quarter a day was gone during downtime.
This mean that adventures had a lot of time free to do other things. That was what really caused a dungeon town to exist. Sure the resources gathered from the dungeon were incredibly useful, but those were just resources. What made the town was the adventurer's need for entertainment.
There were plays, food and drink, hobby shops, and rooms for other entertainment all around the town. Thornvine even had an exclusive bit of entertainment where people used ropes hung as high as they could go to race.
Samael's choice of entertainments were typically either doing something at the church, or playing some of the games they regularly held. In this case the game was Adventurer Ball. Probably the most popular event.
"Cheater!" The shout came as Samael kicked the ball across the field.
"Not bleeding, not cheating!" The Monk laughed loudly as he vaulted over a barrier of stone.
"My curses aren't working!" One of the witches protested he was playing against protested.
"Now now ladies." The goalkeeper on their team calmly blocked the speeding ball with a wooden shield. It bounced up into the air with a spin. "You know the rules." He grinned and slapped the ball into the air with a wooden sword.
"Newfangled cheating meathead." The leading witch muttered and pointed at the ball with her wand. A magic missile sped out and caused it to dart down.
"Got it!" Samael's male partner for the game called out as he raced towards the dropping ball. A winding glimmering band wound around his legs and caused him to trip.
"Dispel!" The sole girl on Samael's team called out, and the man kicked himself back to his feet.
"Ball's hitting the ground!" Samael called out and sprinted to it.
"Not… Yet." The man muttered and dove to block it with his shield. It bounced up into the air in a lazy bounce.
A fairy darted out of nowhere to catch the ball and then brought it back to the leading witch of the opposing team. She very deliberately didn't touch it, but instead gestured with her wand and several copies of her fairy holding the ball appeared.
"Ohohohoh!" She laughed gloatingly as the fairies flew towards Samael's goal.
"Wish familiars counted as touching." Samael cursed as he charged to try to find the right fairy.
The man staggered as he felt a feeling of lethargy hitting his body. Sticking his tongue out at the witch that had cursed him, the man exhaled and clapped his hands together. The curse washed away and the witch who cast it shook her staff at him in annoyance.
The delay had cost him though. The illusionary fairies had reached the goalkeeper. The girl frowned as they approached and then slammed her staff onto the ground.
"Barrier!" The brief moment of white light caused the fairy to stop mid air and lose control of the ball it was carrying. The illusions disappeared and the ball dropped down to the ground.
The second the ball hit the ground one of the enchantments on it immediately triggered and it dropped through the floor like it was sinking into water. The players immediately spread out on the field.
"There!" Samael pointed as the ground rippled like it had been dipped into water. The ball erupted into the air and rose up.
Both opposing witches immediately began casting. Samael watched their hands and gazes as they did it. Magic Missiles raced out and the ball was knocked along in the air for a time.
"It's going to drop nearby the goal again." Samael muttered to his partner.
"The fairies are nearby it again." The man replied back. "Think you can get it if I block em?"
"Easily." Samael nodded and clapped his gloved hands together.
The man nodded back and darted up, waving his shield wildly and causing the fairies to back off in fear of getting swatted. Samael jumped hard and slammed his gloved hand into the ball. It darted down and he kicked it forward.
Knowing what would happen next, the man slammed his hand forward at the casting witches and used Purity. The rippling magic caused their spells to go awry and he continued to kick the ball forward, being especially careful not to let it hit the ground again.
"He's cheating again!" The witch with the staff protested.
"Oh like familiars aren't cheating." Samael shot back.
"Discord." The leading witch stated loudly as she pointed her wand at the man.
The monk staggered as the curse hit him. This was one wasn't one of the easy ones. He couldn't tell which way was up, and almost stumbled. Closing his eyes he slammed the ball and hoped he got the right direction. Then tumbled to the ground and fought not to throw up.
While he was controlling himself there was shouting and then the sound of a goal. The curse washed away in a wave of light, and the man got to his feet to see his team had scored a goal.
"Well, point for your team." The enemy goalkeeper said gracefully. His teammates huffed.
"Breaking out the big curses there." Samael stated with mild annoyance as he approached everyone.
"Nothing little was working." The leading witch shot back and huffed again. "You won anyway."
"Discord can be powered through once you're familiar with it." Samael's teammate advised.
"I'm sorry I let it linger on you." The priestess that had been acting as his goalkeeper commented.
"Eh, no big." Samael waved it off.
"Big boy like you can handle it." The leading witch commented with a grin and brushed back her long hair. "Up for something else tonight? You're fun enough, and you didn't complain much about the curses."
"Sorry. No." Samael shook his head.
"Pity." The witch shrugged and grabbed the other woman on her team. "Let's get some food." She stated casually.
The only man on their team chuckled and shook his head. "Well, you're a great player. Look me up if you're up for another game."
"Will do!" Samael nodded cheerfully.
A lot of the time was spent planning and training. Samael trained several hours each day. He knew for a fact that Knuckles was working on his mace work and doing general strength training. Camila regularly did stargazing and fiddling with her diagrams. Seonag did a lot of talking with her spirits. That didn't account for occasional team meetings to plan for more. Add that all together and typically about half to quarter a day was gone during downtime.
This mean that adventures had a lot of time free to do other things. That was what really caused a dungeon town to exist. Sure the resources gathered from the dungeon were incredibly useful, but those were just resources. What made the town was the adventurer's need for entertainment.
There were plays, food and drink, hobby shops, and rooms for other entertainment all around the town. Thornvine even had an exclusive bit of entertainment where people used ropes hung as high as they could go to race.
Samael's choice of entertainments were typically either doing something at the church, or playing some of the games they regularly held. In this case the game was Adventurer Ball. Probably the most popular event.
"Cheater!" The shout came as Samael kicked the ball across the field.
"Not bleeding, not cheating!" The Monk laughed loudly as he vaulted over a barrier of stone.
"My curses aren't working!" One of the witches protested he was playing against protested.
"Now now ladies." The goalkeeper on their team calmly blocked the speeding ball with a wooden shield. It bounced up into the air with a spin. "You know the rules." He grinned and slapped the ball into the air with a wooden sword.
"Newfangled cheating meathead." The leading witch muttered and pointed at the ball with her wand. A magic missile sped out and caused it to dart down.
"Got it!" Samael's male partner for the game called out as he raced towards the dropping ball. A winding glimmering band wound around his legs and caused him to trip.
"Dispel!" The sole girl on Samael's team called out, and the man kicked himself back to his feet.
"Ball's hitting the ground!" Samael called out and sprinted to it.
"Not… Yet." The man muttered and dove to block it with his shield. It bounced up into the air in a lazy bounce.
A fairy darted out of nowhere to catch the ball and then brought it back to the leading witch of the opposing team. She very deliberately didn't touch it, but instead gestured with her wand and several copies of her fairy holding the ball appeared.
"Ohohohoh!" She laughed gloatingly as the fairies flew towards Samael's goal.
"Wish familiars counted as touching." Samael cursed as he charged to try to find the right fairy.
The man staggered as he felt a feeling of lethargy hitting his body. Sticking his tongue out at the witch that had cursed him, the man exhaled and clapped his hands together. The curse washed away and the witch who cast it shook her staff at him in annoyance.
The delay had cost him though. The illusionary fairies had reached the goalkeeper. The girl frowned as they approached and then slammed her staff onto the ground.
"Barrier!" The brief moment of white light caused the fairy to stop mid air and lose control of the ball it was carrying. The illusions disappeared and the ball dropped down to the ground.
The second the ball hit the ground one of the enchantments on it immediately triggered and it dropped through the floor like it was sinking into water. The players immediately spread out on the field.
"There!" Samael pointed as the ground rippled like it had been dipped into water. The ball erupted into the air and rose up.
Both opposing witches immediately began casting. Samael watched their hands and gazes as they did it. Magic Missiles raced out and the ball was knocked along in the air for a time.
"It's going to drop nearby the goal again." Samael muttered to his partner.
"The fairies are nearby it again." The man replied back. "Think you can get it if I block em?"
"Easily." Samael nodded and clapped his gloved hands together.
The man nodded back and darted up, waving his shield wildly and causing the fairies to back off in fear of getting swatted. Samael jumped hard and slammed his gloved hand into the ball. It darted down and he kicked it forward.
Knowing what would happen next, the man slammed his hand forward at the casting witches and used Purity. The rippling magic caused their spells to go awry and he continued to kick the ball forward, being especially careful not to let it hit the ground again.
"He's cheating again!" The witch with the staff protested.
"Oh like familiars aren't cheating." Samael shot back.
"Discord." The leading witch stated loudly as she pointed her wand at the man.
The monk staggered as the curse hit him. This was one wasn't one of the easy ones. He couldn't tell which way was up, and almost stumbled. Closing his eyes he slammed the ball and hoped he got the right direction. Then tumbled to the ground and fought not to throw up.
While he was controlling himself there was shouting and then the sound of a goal. The curse washed away in a wave of light, and the man got to his feet to see his team had scored a goal.
"Well, point for your team." The enemy goalkeeper said gracefully. His teammates huffed.
"Breaking out the big curses there." Samael stated with mild annoyance as he approached everyone.
"Nothing little was working." The leading witch shot back and huffed again. "You won anyway."
"Discord can be powered through once you're familiar with it." Samael's teammate advised.
"I'm sorry I let it linger on you." The priestess that had been acting as his goalkeeper commented.
"Eh, no big." Samael waved it off.
"Big boy like you can handle it." The leading witch commented with a grin and brushed back her long hair. "Up for something else tonight? You're fun enough, and you didn't complain much about the curses."
"Sorry. No." Samael shook his head.
"Pity." The witch shrugged and grabbed the other woman on her team. "Let's get some food." She stated casually.
The only man on their team chuckled and shook his head. "Well, you're a great player. Look me up if you're up for another game."
"Will do!" Samael nodded cheerfully.
gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Wonder how many more propositions like that Samael will before the story's over...
Not many. I've been very specifically only alluding to things of that nature. If this were more realistic, then it'd be similar to when Olympics are around and what the athletic people do there. As is, I'm going to imply it occasionally, but never state it.
gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Ah. I half figured that because of Samael Monks were going to be 'hotshit' for a generation or so and that because of there'd be some interest in finding out if his being the first Monk meant that there'd be something special to his bloodline from now on. Or just him getting propositioned due to being a relatively minor celebrity (first Monk and all... )
Speaking frankly, with the way I have the setting setup, there should be a lot more hanky panky going on. I'm trying to keep things PG so it's going to be at best implied. Samael isn't really being propositioned more or less than others would be.
gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
I understand. I've probably just been spending too much time at QQ
I understand. I've probably just been spending too much time at QQ
*Reaches for the Stick of Shaming*
No such thing. Just ask the author.I understand. I've probably just been spending too much time at QQ
gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Considering one of the threads I'm following there is by this author...No such thing. Just ask the author.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
I think we need a bigger stick...
WanderingEye
smol skeleton
Let me try this
I do that on occasion and whoever does that to me gets a middle finger.
Still funny though.
Chapter 47
"I like the stars." The statement was honestly a bit silly, but Camila could be like that really.
With winter tightening its icy grip on the city, the perch they were seated on wasn't particularly pleasant if you didn't have magic. This high up the wind blew constantly and the place was covered in ice. One wrong move would cause someone to fall down and possibly be impaled by the ever present spikes. Fortunately the Astrologer did know a few ways to mitigate the cold and wind with magic, and Samael was as comfortable as one could be this high up.
"They are rather pretty." Samael muttered with a chuckle as he looked up.
"I used to stare up at them with my brother. He's the one that taught me how to be an Astrologer." Camila kicked her legs as they dangled precariously off the ledge.
That was new, and a bit interesting. "I was a bit curious about how you got it. Your powers are based off that right? The predictions?"
"Long ago people thought the stars predicted the future." Camila stated dreamily, and stretched her arm up. "They looked up and wondered. They made predictions and prophecies. Then observed and found this. Observation: Distortion."
Above them the stars suddenly flowed down as the magic wrapped around the two stargazers. They glimmered and grew until they became the size of Samael's fist. One resolved into a large looking sphere and then shifted more into a strange looking ball with different colors. Samael stared at it with fascination.
"This the true form of the Star of Mourning." Camila smiled at the ball.
Samael blinked. That was one of the more prominent and bright stars in the sky. Legend had it that when it was at a certain point a great tragedy would happen.
"The size is reduced of course. Calculations indicate that it's so large that our entire kingdom would get lost in that little spec." Camila poked at an area the size of her fingertip. Her finger went through the illusion. "Several stars are like that."
"How do they stay up there?" Samael asked with wonder.
Camila laughed gently. "It's complicated. Really complicated." She waved her hand and the illusionary stars spun around them. "It also nearly destroyed Astronomy. How would could our predictions mean anything if we based them off large balls in the sky?"
"You say nearly destroyed though." The Monk pointed out carefully.
Camila nodded and stopped the spinning stars with an upraised hand. "Someone realized that some of our prophecies had come true. Not all of them, but enough that it was suspicious. That person studied the successful ones, and then started to piece together something."
The stars around them shot into the sky and the illusion changed to something like a wash of colors in the sky. A beautiful rainbow color that drifted through the air like a rainbow river. Camila got to her feet and spread out her arms. The rainbow expanded further and further. The clear and icy sky became covered in color.
"An Astrologer looks at the sky and observes. They see the stars above, and the magic they have. They see the magic of the world." Camila laughed breathily and looked up. "We can trace the patterns of the sun and moon. Of the stars. We can find the patterns of the world through the reflections of magic." Smiling widely she reached up. "You can predict and interpret everything based off the patterns above."
"Everything?" The Monk asked curiously.
The Astronomer laughed and let her arms drop. "Possibly. We haven't proven it yet. And isn't that interesting?" She spun in a circle and the skies above her spun too. "The skies above tell us so much. All that we need to do is to observe and interpret the signs. With each new thing we understand another aspect of reality. And achieve miracles." Stretching out a hand Camila continued. "Observation." She stopped suddenly and narrowed her eyes.
Samael got to his feet and approached the woman. She was trembling in effort. Above her the patterns continued to shift wildly and started to fade away.
"Observation." The woman grit out and started to sweat.
She was casting a spell that was obvious. Something new most likely, and one that Samael wasn't sure she was capable of. His mind raced. There was a big chance of backlash, which could cause damage in a variety of ways. He didn't dare touch her though.
"Observation: Mass." Camila finally managed to cast.
The ground beneath her cracked suddenly, and Samael cursed as the platform they were on started to creak. A fall from this high up could kill even hardy adventurers. The way it was shifting did not inspire confidence.
Camila laughed. "Yes! Almost caught up!" She danced a moment and then realized how bad an idea that was as the ground started to tilt. "Observation: Mass, Gravity equals Orbit!" She squeaked out and leaped at Samael.
The man blinked as she flew through the air for a moment and then impacted him. For a moment he was weightless and then they were tumbling down the path they had come up. They went end over end and slid down the icy slopes in a tangled mass.
They hit the bottom with a pair of groans. Even with durability techniques, that had not been pleasant.
"Having fun?" One of the town guards asked with fake cheer.
"Oh I am quite a bit!" Camila stated woozily.
"Good. Then you'll be good to pay for the damages." The town guard stated flatly in reply and pointed at the crumbling point that the two had been on.
"Oh, well that's not nearly as fun." The woman pouted in reply.
"Well, if you want fun. I can bring you to the prison!" The man chirped almost happily. "I'm sure you'd find that loads of fun!"
"Oh no, I've done that one already. I would not recommend it at all." The Astronomer got to her feet. "It's always such a pain to clean up the blood and all the crying and screaming just makes things unpleasant." She reached into her bag to root around for coins.
'Crying and screaming?' Samael mouthed.
With winter tightening its icy grip on the city, the perch they were seated on wasn't particularly pleasant if you didn't have magic. This high up the wind blew constantly and the place was covered in ice. One wrong move would cause someone to fall down and possibly be impaled by the ever present spikes. Fortunately the Astrologer did know a few ways to mitigate the cold and wind with magic, and Samael was as comfortable as one could be this high up.
"They are rather pretty." Samael muttered with a chuckle as he looked up.
"I used to stare up at them with my brother. He's the one that taught me how to be an Astrologer." Camila kicked her legs as they dangled precariously off the ledge.
That was new, and a bit interesting. "I was a bit curious about how you got it. Your powers are based off that right? The predictions?"
"Long ago people thought the stars predicted the future." Camila stated dreamily, and stretched her arm up. "They looked up and wondered. They made predictions and prophecies. Then observed and found this. Observation: Distortion."
Above them the stars suddenly flowed down as the magic wrapped around the two stargazers. They glimmered and grew until they became the size of Samael's fist. One resolved into a large looking sphere and then shifted more into a strange looking ball with different colors. Samael stared at it with fascination.
"This the true form of the Star of Mourning." Camila smiled at the ball.
Samael blinked. That was one of the more prominent and bright stars in the sky. Legend had it that when it was at a certain point a great tragedy would happen.
"The size is reduced of course. Calculations indicate that it's so large that our entire kingdom would get lost in that little spec." Camila poked at an area the size of her fingertip. Her finger went through the illusion. "Several stars are like that."
"How do they stay up there?" Samael asked with wonder.
Camila laughed gently. "It's complicated. Really complicated." She waved her hand and the illusionary stars spun around them. "It also nearly destroyed Astronomy. How would could our predictions mean anything if we based them off large balls in the sky?"
"You say nearly destroyed though." The Monk pointed out carefully.
Camila nodded and stopped the spinning stars with an upraised hand. "Someone realized that some of our prophecies had come true. Not all of them, but enough that it was suspicious. That person studied the successful ones, and then started to piece together something."
The stars around them shot into the sky and the illusion changed to something like a wash of colors in the sky. A beautiful rainbow color that drifted through the air like a rainbow river. Camila got to her feet and spread out her arms. The rainbow expanded further and further. The clear and icy sky became covered in color.
"An Astrologer looks at the sky and observes. They see the stars above, and the magic they have. They see the magic of the world." Camila laughed breathily and looked up. "We can trace the patterns of the sun and moon. Of the stars. We can find the patterns of the world through the reflections of magic." Smiling widely she reached up. "You can predict and interpret everything based off the patterns above."
"Everything?" The Monk asked curiously.
The Astronomer laughed and let her arms drop. "Possibly. We haven't proven it yet. And isn't that interesting?" She spun in a circle and the skies above her spun too. "The skies above tell us so much. All that we need to do is to observe and interpret the signs. With each new thing we understand another aspect of reality. And achieve miracles." Stretching out a hand Camila continued. "Observation." She stopped suddenly and narrowed her eyes.
Samael got to his feet and approached the woman. She was trembling in effort. Above her the patterns continued to shift wildly and started to fade away.
"Observation." The woman grit out and started to sweat.
She was casting a spell that was obvious. Something new most likely, and one that Samael wasn't sure she was capable of. His mind raced. There was a big chance of backlash, which could cause damage in a variety of ways. He didn't dare touch her though.
"Observation: Mass." Camila finally managed to cast.
The ground beneath her cracked suddenly, and Samael cursed as the platform they were on started to creak. A fall from this high up could kill even hardy adventurers. The way it was shifting did not inspire confidence.
Camila laughed. "Yes! Almost caught up!" She danced a moment and then realized how bad an idea that was as the ground started to tilt. "Observation: Mass, Gravity equals Orbit!" She squeaked out and leaped at Samael.
The man blinked as she flew through the air for a moment and then impacted him. For a moment he was weightless and then they were tumbling down the path they had come up. They went end over end and slid down the icy slopes in a tangled mass.
They hit the bottom with a pair of groans. Even with durability techniques, that had not been pleasant.
"Having fun?" One of the town guards asked with fake cheer.
"Oh I am quite a bit!" Camila stated woozily.
"Good. Then you'll be good to pay for the damages." The town guard stated flatly in reply and pointed at the crumbling point that the two had been on.
"Oh, well that's not nearly as fun." The woman pouted in reply.
"Well, if you want fun. I can bring you to the prison!" The man chirped almost happily. "I'm sure you'd find that loads of fun!"
"Oh no, I've done that one already. I would not recommend it at all." The Astronomer got to her feet. "It's always such a pain to clean up the blood and all the crying and screaming just makes things unpleasant." She reached into her bag to root around for coins.
'Crying and screaming?' Samael mouthed.
You and me both brother.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Camila has lost sanity table privileges for the rest of the yearher lifespan...
Wait, what was her title again? Astrologer? How the hell did she still have sanity table privileges in the first place?!?!?!?!
Oh wait, bureaucratic mess up. That makes sense... Wonder if she'd predicted that would happen...
Wait, what was her title again? Astrologer? How the hell did she still have sanity table privileges in the first place?!?!?!?!
Oh wait, bureaucratic mess up. That makes sense... Wonder if she'd predicted that would happen...
gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
It seems that there are... quite a number of things Samael (and us,) don't quite know about our friend Camila yet.
frozenchicken
Does not have a custom title.
.....Alright. I ship it.
GiftOfLove
From the Heart
Camilla should Observe Samael use Stand Beneath the Heavens. I bet it'd reveal something cool.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
no comma
*laughs* Well, that's one way to have her jump at you, though perhaps not the way you'd prefer.
Missing line break
Seems perfectly normal to me.
Chapter 48
Vacations didn't last forever. Though adventurers set their own times, the lure of the dungeon typically meant that they kept a rather frequent schedule. Samael's group was no different. They entered the dungeon as a small snowstorm had started. The cold and wind not a problem for them.
This time the plan was mostly to hit floor five and then back, just as a general warm up run for a push deeper into the dungeon. It was actually a favored run for most veteran groups when they were feeling lazy as it could be done in a day consistently.
They reached the floor relatively easily, and then began to track down the best things to kill. In this case, they had found a fairly brutal looking mage group of plantfolk. Typically, groups like this were painful for other people. To the party it was a prime target.
Knuckles led first as always. Immediately, the plantfolk began to cast and spread out. Samael swung out to the side immediately and then started to run in an arc to hit the enemies from the side.
Vines erupted from the ground, and poisonous mists started to flow out from the plantfolk. Samael dove into the mists without fear and snapped one of the mages' head clean off. He sprinted to the next one.
The shriek made him pause immediately and look back. Seonag was on her knees and gagging as she attempted to breath. Behind her stood a man already pulling back a bloody dagger. He was completely dressed in black and impossible to identify.
"What are you doing?!" Samael shouted out and dove at the man as he attempted to flee.
Knuckles grunted as the Monk passed and continued to ward off the other mages. To his left Camila had paused at the attack but grit her teeth and continued her calculations. A moment later another plantfolk died as its head was exploded by one of her glimmering stars.
The Monk saw that only peripherally. He paused at Seonag's side. The woman gagged out and blood dripped out of her mask. She pointed behind her though, and seemed able to root around in her pack for something. Flashing light around her seemed to be keeping her from dying from what appeared to be a stab that had just barely missed her heart.
Nodding, Samael immediately charged after the fleeing man in black. The man was moving incredibly fast, and Samael could barely keep up. They raced through the icy grounds of the dungeon for a good few minutes. Samael couldn't quite catch up, but he was able to keep the other man in view.
Seeing that, the man in black palmed something and threw it out. A cloud of smoke enveloped his place and Samael ran through it immediately to find that there was no one around.
Breathing harshly the Monk's gaze darted across the ice strewn landscape. He looked for tracks and hiding spots. He found nothing.
"Assassin." Samael breathed out harshly. "Who under heaven would hire an assassin to kill Seonag?" He questioned to the air.
Assassins were not trivial hires. You didn't become one just because you killed with money. You became one when you were able to do so quietly, stealthily, and probably most importantly, could do it to someone who could fight back. As a whole it was a title both feared and rightfully valued.
Samael ducked down suddenly and slammed his hands into the snow covered ground before he could think. Danger sense blared loudly as the knife just barely missed him. Twitching his legs, the man spun and tried to sweep his opponent off his feat.
That got a curse from the Assassin as he was forced to leap the strike. The movement gave Samael the chance to get to his feet and attempt to strike his opponent. Fists lashed out and the Assassin dodged around them. In return his knife darted at the striking hands and drew long red scratches.
"Poison, then?" Samael asked with grit teeth as he continued his assault.
"Not this blade." The assassin spoke quietly and then something flew out from his hand towards Samael's face.
Samael closed his eyes just in time to avoid the substance getting into them. It didn't matter much really, the substance burned his skin horribly, and he didn't dare open them again.
"This blade though. Yes." The assassin stated flatly.
The monk laughed quietly and focused on his danger sense. The dagger was coming for his shoulder. He moved and kicked, and hit the other man hard. Something went flying through the air, and he guessed it to be the dagger.
Samael couldn't have done this in a larger fight. There were just too many possible threats. Against one person though? He could and would fight blind if he had to. He started to circle where he knew the threat was.
For a moment the monk thought he had the advantage. Then there was a sudden sharp silence. A lack of sound. The stealth technique again. Samael didn't have to see to know that he wouldn't be able to find the man. The technique was that good. He could still just barely sense that the assassin was still around him though.
Which gave him an idea. Slowly the monk grabbed an item in his pouch. The bottle that carried his ink.
"Heavens above, allow me to see my enemy clearly." Samael breathed out and crushed the bottle.
Ink flowed across his skin. Final Prayer burned off and wiped away the burning sensation over his eyes. Samael didn't need that though.
He wanted something more. He focused on his danger sense and the prayer need. He hoped and prayed. Something responded, and he opened his eyes.
All he saw was the white floor snow clad floor of the dungeon. There was bitter disappointment in that particularly sight.
Samael shook it off though, and breathed in and out. The heavens gave their gifts as they willed. If he couldn't see his enemy and they were still there, then he would simply find them through other means.
A glimmer, an inkling of sense made him dart suddenly and slam his fist into thin air. Shadows exploded as the Assassin was knocked out of his stealth. The man dropped to the ground from the impact of Samael's strike.
Samael grinned viciously and cracked his knuckles. The man's arms were the next thing to crack. The legs were left for later. He still needed to walk back to Samael's party after all. Samael wanted to know exactly who had hired someone to kill a friend.
This time the plan was mostly to hit floor five and then back, just as a general warm up run for a push deeper into the dungeon. It was actually a favored run for most veteran groups when they were feeling lazy as it could be done in a day consistently.
They reached the floor relatively easily, and then began to track down the best things to kill. In this case, they had found a fairly brutal looking mage group of plantfolk. Typically, groups like this were painful for other people. To the party it was a prime target.
Knuckles led first as always. Immediately, the plantfolk began to cast and spread out. Samael swung out to the side immediately and then started to run in an arc to hit the enemies from the side.
Vines erupted from the ground, and poisonous mists started to flow out from the plantfolk. Samael dove into the mists without fear and snapped one of the mages' head clean off. He sprinted to the next one.
The shriek made him pause immediately and look back. Seonag was on her knees and gagging as she attempted to breath. Behind her stood a man already pulling back a bloody dagger. He was completely dressed in black and impossible to identify.
"What are you doing?!" Samael shouted out and dove at the man as he attempted to flee.
Knuckles grunted as the Monk passed and continued to ward off the other mages. To his left Camila had paused at the attack but grit her teeth and continued her calculations. A moment later another plantfolk died as its head was exploded by one of her glimmering stars.
The Monk saw that only peripherally. He paused at Seonag's side. The woman gagged out and blood dripped out of her mask. She pointed behind her though, and seemed able to root around in her pack for something. Flashing light around her seemed to be keeping her from dying from what appeared to be a stab that had just barely missed her heart.
Nodding, Samael immediately charged after the fleeing man in black. The man was moving incredibly fast, and Samael could barely keep up. They raced through the icy grounds of the dungeon for a good few minutes. Samael couldn't quite catch up, but he was able to keep the other man in view.
Seeing that, the man in black palmed something and threw it out. A cloud of smoke enveloped his place and Samael ran through it immediately to find that there was no one around.
Breathing harshly the Monk's gaze darted across the ice strewn landscape. He looked for tracks and hiding spots. He found nothing.
"Assassin." Samael breathed out harshly. "Who under heaven would hire an assassin to kill Seonag?" He questioned to the air.
Assassins were not trivial hires. You didn't become one just because you killed with money. You became one when you were able to do so quietly, stealthily, and probably most importantly, could do it to someone who could fight back. As a whole it was a title both feared and rightfully valued.
Samael ducked down suddenly and slammed his hands into the snow covered ground before he could think. Danger sense blared loudly as the knife just barely missed him. Twitching his legs, the man spun and tried to sweep his opponent off his feat.
That got a curse from the Assassin as he was forced to leap the strike. The movement gave Samael the chance to get to his feet and attempt to strike his opponent. Fists lashed out and the Assassin dodged around them. In return his knife darted at the striking hands and drew long red scratches.
"Poison, then?" Samael asked with grit teeth as he continued his assault.
"Not this blade." The assassin spoke quietly and then something flew out from his hand towards Samael's face.
Samael closed his eyes just in time to avoid the substance getting into them. It didn't matter much really, the substance burned his skin horribly, and he didn't dare open them again.
"This blade though. Yes." The assassin stated flatly.
The monk laughed quietly and focused on his danger sense. The dagger was coming for his shoulder. He moved and kicked, and hit the other man hard. Something went flying through the air, and he guessed it to be the dagger.
Samael couldn't have done this in a larger fight. There were just too many possible threats. Against one person though? He could and would fight blind if he had to. He started to circle where he knew the threat was.
For a moment the monk thought he had the advantage. Then there was a sudden sharp silence. A lack of sound. The stealth technique again. Samael didn't have to see to know that he wouldn't be able to find the man. The technique was that good. He could still just barely sense that the assassin was still around him though.
Which gave him an idea. Slowly the monk grabbed an item in his pouch. The bottle that carried his ink.
"Heavens above, allow me to see my enemy clearly." Samael breathed out and crushed the bottle.
Ink flowed across his skin. Final Prayer burned off and wiped away the burning sensation over his eyes. Samael didn't need that though.
He wanted something more. He focused on his danger sense and the prayer need. He hoped and prayed. Something responded, and he opened his eyes.
All he saw was the white floor snow clad floor of the dungeon. There was bitter disappointment in that particularly sight.
Samael shook it off though, and breathed in and out. The heavens gave their gifts as they willed. If he couldn't see his enemy and they were still there, then he would simply find them through other means.
A glimmer, an inkling of sense made him dart suddenly and slam his fist into thin air. Shadows exploded as the Assassin was knocked out of his stealth. The man dropped to the ground from the impact of Samael's strike.
Samael grinned viciously and cracked his knuckles. The man's arms were the next thing to crack. The legs were left for later. He still needed to walk back to Samael's party after all. Samael wanted to know exactly who had hired someone to kill a friend.
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Why? Carrying him shouldn't be too hard for adventurers.
Keeping enough distance to react is probably smart in case he has a close-range trick. The idea is to hurt his legs enough to prevent running.