Turnip
HP 100% | LV. 12 | XP 72% | Col 2855
Location - Floor 1: Dungeons
The attempt to follow Godot was short-lived, as Turnip's eyes were drawn to an area to his right thanks to his miniscule attention span. A corridor stretched in front of him, leading to a safe area. As he moved towards it, though, he noticed something in one of the indents in the wall to his left – a button. He could barely see it, but thanks to his <Night Vision> he could pick out the slight outcropping in the shadow.
The immediate thought to run through his mind was;
LOOT! but whether it was or not remained to be seen.
Turnip forced himself to calm down, and then walked up to the indent in the wall. Then, he did what everyone does naturally when confronted with a mysterious button: Press it multiple times until it does something.
There was a deep grinding sound as a portion of the wall in front of Turnip rolled away. He timidly poked his head around the corner to find a small room – obviously intended to be a secret by the developers. Probably wouldn't be too dangerous, as most of the defences were probably in the hiding of the button. Still, there was no reason why it couldn't still be trapped.
"Eeeehh," Turnip groaned, "I need trap detection. What I'd give to be a Fighter/Mage/Thief in this game. Hell, just a Fighter/Mage would do. I don't like this."
Turnip rounded the corner, and gingerly began to walk into the room. It was indeed small, with a little chest at the end. Just a few more steps… step… step… step… step-Clink!
Turnip hit the floor as he heard the pressure plate activate, "AAAUGH SAVE VS. SPEL- huh?" He looked around him to see four doorways open up in the room, two in front of him on either side of the chest, and two to either side. Two skeletons armed with shields and maces stepped out to his sides, and two kobolds with short swords jumped out in front of him, yipping with excitement.
"Oh. It's one of
those traps." Turnip noted, relieved. "Thank goodness."
He readied his sword as the mobs advanced on him. They weren't a very high level, actually, so the fight ought not to be difficult. His Sword Arts recharged, so he figured he might as well use them. He swung his sword to his side, activating <Pulse Edge>.
He flung the bastard sword sideways, and a wave of red energy extended from the tip, hitting all four mobs. Turnip took advantage of the recoil from the hit to move up on the skeleton to his right. It flung its mace down at him, but he sidestepped the strike, slashing the skeleton's feet out from under it. As the skeleton fell, Turnip raised his sword above his head, and then brought it down on the skull. It cracked, and Turnip poked it a few more times to ensure the skeleton's death.
Turnip sheathed his sword as he turned, meeting the second skeleton and one of the kobolds. The sword glowed gold, and he immediately unsheathed it on the skeleton – a one-shot, to Turnip's pleasure, such was the power of <Draw Steel>. The kobold stabbed him in the side for meagre damage as the other neared him. Turnip kicked the creature's legs from under it in response.
Turnip remembered fighting kobolds back in Baldur's Gate. Really low-level creatures, almost ridiculously easy to one-shot. Once you got past level two you could pretty much rely on eviscerating them with every hit.
"I exploded your cousins!" Turnip cried, slashing the first kobold to the right, then catching both of them in a swing to the left. He slashed the first one up, killing it, then brought his swing down onto the second, dispatching it as well. As much as he remembered skeletons and kobolds from Baldur's Gate being easy kills, he also remembered that the loot and XP from them was pretty bad. He picked up the measly col and left the useless weapons on the non-existent bodies of the vanquished mobs.
But now, to the real treasure… hopefully.
Turnip waggled his fingers as he went to open the small chest.
Eh… the result could have been better. 350 col, <Leather Cuirass +1>, <Leather Boots>, and some special-ish weapon; <Destructor Hex Mace>. +15 damage, -10 speed, 5% chance to stun target. Probably not worth using for Turnip, even if he used maces at all.
His "Composite Long Bow +1" was a pretty reliable sword as it was, without any real handicaps like that mace had for speed. +3 attack, +4 speed. He should probably invest in a new one, if the opportunity arises – at any rate, though, he should probably sell the mace and that armour.
Turnip exited the small room, which soon closed behind him. He felt his stomach rumble again, but ignored it. On top of that, he could feel himself growing tired.
What, seriously? Fatigue, now? Turnip moaned,
This just gets better and better, doesn't it? I mean, seriously, this is a monster killing slashy game, not the bloody Sims. Let me kill to my heart's content, dammit! Ugh, I mean, resting in BG is one thing, but this? It's an MMO for Christ's sake. Stupid feature, my body's pretty much in a coma anyway from what I've heard. If I ever get to Kayaba, I'll make him fix this bloody game before I murder his face off.
Turnip strolled into the safe area, leaning against one of the walls. He planted his sword in the ground and rested on it, then went to sleep. Standing up. Because he can.
- - - Line that marks the passage of time and looks really cool and flashy - - -
Turnip awoke fairly easily, still standing.
You have rested for eight hours. He mused. He noticed, to his discomfort, a group of other players talking a little further into the safe area. He hoped they hadn't been there long. He gently lifted his back off of the wall and slinked out of the dungeon.
It was fairly early morning, which was good. He had probably slept around eight hours, after all. His stomach rumbled, again. Turnip looked down and glared at his stomach.
"Alright! Fine." He sighed, "I need to foodenate. That's a word."
Turnip made to leave the dungeons, heading back to Tolbana town. He'd probably find something to eat, and hopefully somewhere to sell that useless loot. He made his way out of the dungeon – Turnip paused for a moment as he heard something,
"…Warrior of light. I dare it to try its best, I'll give it a marvellous fight!"
He spotted the source of the sound; some guy singing and playing the harp. Who played harps?
Ugh, really? A Bard? Who plays as Bards, seriously? They're like Druids, but with worse spells and can't multi-class. Or I'm thinking of Baldur's Gate again, which I am. Anyway, why would you even bloody- UGH, that's just annoying, I'm going to go. Quickly.
Turnip set off at a brisk walk, hoping to get away from the Bard as quickly as he possibly could.
