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Trouble on the Outskirts; Combat System Test 001
Topic Started: Jun 29 2011, 10:20 PM (212 Views)
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Trouble on the Outskirts

Quest Description
En route to Camoa, Lyuuli and her small band of friends encounter a group of cutpurses slipping out of the edge of town, intent on making a getaway from dastardly deeds of yet unknown sorts.

Quest Location
Camoa Outskirts
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Nameless Clan may start on (19,17), (19,18), (19,19), or (19,20).


Quest Objectives
  • Defeat all enemies!


Participants
Nameless Clan
  • Lyuuli
  • Berkholt
  • Halim


Derek's Dastardly Ne'er-do-Wells
  • Derek (02,06)
  • Verene (01,07)
  • Grint (01,05)


Turn List
Verene | Lyuuli | Derek | Halim | Grint | Berkholt

Quest Rewards
70 Exp - 20 AP - Defender - Gikhet Lead - Dirty Wool
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Derek's Dastardly Ne'er-do-Wells

Derek (02,06)
Thief | Level: 02
HP: 83 | MP: 15 | Spd: 60
W.Atk.: 96 | W.Def.: 98
M.Pow.: 76 | M.Res.: 68
Move: 4 | Jump: 3 | Eva: 7

Dagger, Leather Clothing
Thievery: Steal Gil
Safeguard

Verene (01,07)
Archer | Level: 01
HP: 86 | MP: 19 | Spd: 61
W.Atk.: 92 | W.Def.: 95
M.Pow.: 70 | M.Res.: 74
Move: 4 | Jump: 2 | Eva: 5

Shortbow, Leather Clothing
Precision: Focus, Blackout

Grint (01,05)
Soldier | Level: 01
HP: 90 | MP: 15 | Spd: 57
W.Atk.: 110 | W.Def.: 112
M.Pow.: 60 | M.Res.: 74
Move: 4 | Jump: 2 | Eva: 0

Shortsword, Linen Cuirass
Arts of War: First Aid, Rend Power
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Grinning, Verene padded quietly through the grass beside the path on the hill. To her left the lone building furthest out from Camoa sat, windows dark, its inhabitants long abed. It would be too much trouble to break into it, of that they had already spoken of. No, they had made enough Gil for the evening just lifting purses from people closing up stalls, or relaxing at the Pub, unaware of their nimble fingers working the straps of their purses from their belts or pockets. It was never a lot of money, but it was always enough to get them through until the next good night.

The three of them, slightly less than half of their little group's full numbers, said nothing as they crept out of town, knowing that silence was far more intelligent than spoken bragging and celebration of the night's successes when someone might hear. No doubt someone they could silence easily enough, but murder painted a far bigger target on one's head than theft, and a battle with a Clan would simply make far too much of a ruckus and probably end up with a bill on their heads regardless.

It also helped them keep an ear out for any of those wandering people whom they might either want to lift some Gil off of, or avoid entirely. It was Verene's naturally superior hearing that caught just such a noise first, her long ears pricking and twitching to catch the sound of people walking. She held a hand out, a motion for the three of them to stop, and narrowed her eyes through the darkness. Obscured slightly by a few outcroppings of rocks a little ways down the hill to their east, she could just make out two or three humanoid forms, walking towards Camoa. Travelers? A Clan? Difficult to tell from here.

"There," she whispered, pointing a long elegant finger at the figures, "they're coming this way."

Derek frowned into the darkness, but after a brief moment shrugged. His own eyes were not as strong as the Viera's. "Do they look like prey, or danger?"

Verene shrugged and pulled her bow from over her shoulder, stringing the wooden shaft with practiced ease. "Give me a moment, I'll try to find out," she answered, nodding to Grint, their other companion, who nodded back and settled in for the moment to wait as Verene scurried up the hill towards the house through the grass.

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Name: Verene | Race: Viera
Class: Archer | Level: 01
Buffs: None | Debuffs: None


Move North 4 spaces. (01,11)

HP: 86/86 | MP: 010/019 | Eva: 115/115
Mov: 4 | Jump: 2 | Speed: 61
W.Atk.: 92 | W.Def.: 95
M.Pow.: 70 | M.Res.: 74

A1: Precision
A2: None
R: None
P: None


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"You know, if you guys sped up a bit, we could probably actually reach the town before nightfall, as opposed to the next century." Lyuuli pointed out as she idly circled around her two companions, wings flapping lazily in the cooling air. The sun was setting, and it was just a matter of time before full night was upon then. Lyuuli liked this time, despite all the dangers it could bring when one was traveling. It was a much nicer time to fly, with cooling night air and a slight breeze to help keep one aloft. Yes heat helped with that too, but it was no fun to fly with the sun in one's eyes.

"Course, its not like it matters to me if we spend the night outside again. I'm sure I'll find a comfortable tree somewhere." Lyuuli continued innocently, as she flapped over Berkholt, flapping just hard enough to send a bit of wind to knock his little hat askew, all in good fun of course. The moogle reached up and grabbed it, saving the hat from falling into the dirt, as he glared up at the Gria.

"I should stuff rocks in your pack, so you know what its like to use one as a pillow." He grumbled, trudging on. For the past week it seemed that every spot big enough for a bedroll, even a moogle sized bedroll, had about five oddly shaped rocks, strategically placed by nature to dig into different spots in his back and neck, until his entire body felt like it had been pummeled and then rolled over with a rolling pin. Lyuuli never had that problem, as she often slept in a tree, rather than on the floor.

At the sound of a deep guttural rumble, Berkholt's glare swiveled to focus on the large Bangaa walking besides him, causing Halim to hurriedly try and disguise his chuckles as a cough.

"And you! You're no better, sleeping through the night as if you lay on a bed of pillows, rather than the sharp, jagged boulders we've had to make due with!" Berkholt accused, scowling. The gentle giant only smiled and shrugged however as he continued to walk, rather slowly for a Bangaa really, but considering that every one of his steps was about five of Holt's, Halim did his best to not leave the poor moogle in the dust.

"Aw come on now, be more perky Berky! It's not Hal's fault his head is as hard as the rocks you sleep on! Take heart, we'll be nestled in your sheets and feathers in no time. I'm gonna scout out ahead a bit." Lyuuli replied cheerfully, and with that took off, catching an up drift and pretending not to hear Berkholt's curses about the hated nickname. It was an old tradition between them, and she knew that the moogle wouldn't take much offense. Though she suspected that when they did reach town, Berkholt would find someway of getting his revenge. She'd have to be careful to check her pillow for rocks before they bedded down at the inn.

Grinning to herself, Lyuuli's wings beat strongly, sending her up and forward as her eyes scanned the ground they had yet to cover to get to to the town. Her tail, longer than the average Gria's to compensate for her taller than average Gria height, acted like a rudder for a boat, gently sweeping back and forth to help her steer. As her eyes scanned over the area, she saw a flicker of movement, far off, out by the hill. But it was just a flash, and then it was gone.

Could have been an animal, or the wind, or any number of innocent things. But Lyuuli and her crew hadn't been alive this long by assuming anything was "innocent." Thoughtfully, she tucked her wings in a little and angled her tail, dropping down and landing on the grass in a crouch. Idly she took out her bow, checking to make sure it was properly strung, and that her arrows were in easy reach.

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Name: Lyuuli | Race: Gria
Class: Hunter | Level: 01 (000/100)
Buffs: None | Debuffs: None


Move west 4 spaces. (15, 17)


HP: 084/084| MP: 010/023 | Eva: 102/102
Mov: 4 | Jump: N/A | Speed: 61
W.Atk.: 107 | W.Def.: 92
M.Pow.: 68 | M.Res.: 93

A1: Trapping
A2: None
R: None
P: None


Edited by Wren, Jul 2 2011, 08:37 PM.
Lyuuli

Berky

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Scowling, Verene motioned sharply at Derek. His eyes had followed her, knowing she would indicate what she found when she found it, and they narrowed at her motion. Armed travelers. Well that was wonderful, who knew what that would bring? With a wave of hand he indicated for Grint to walk along with him, and for Verene to remain hidden where she was, or advance if she thought she could without being seen. Straightening his shoulders and looking as innocent as he could, a difficult thing to do for a shady, scrawny young man in nice but unkempt clothing, Derek strolled on through the night as if he knew nothing of what lay before him, as he should not have.

What were the chances they would simply pass in the night and not have trouble? Anyone traveling alone at night like this, not part of a proper caravan, would have to be able to defend themselves from the seedier members of society like themselves, so they were at the very least armed, if not skilled. Preferably they would not want to tangle, and at this point most likely they were just anxious to get into Camoa, find a bed and a hot meal, and relax for the rest of the night. Derek was happy to give them that much without complaint, so long as they let him go untroubled. They wouldn't know he had been up to no good.

Though it was admittedly odd for anyone to be wandering off into the night like this. Perhaps they would simply think himself and Grint a pair of friends off to camp, or on their way to home nearby or something...?

Well he could hope. And when hopes fail, there were always arrows in the back, courtesy of Verene. As he strode on towards the east, Verene settled herself into her position comfortably, watching the Gria rise up into the air, and then back down, her hands moving to the bow she wore. 'Damn,' she cursed mentally, her own fingers sliding up and down the curve of her bow, the friction warming and loosening the wood so that it was more pliant. They were obviously suspicious, at least.

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Name: Derek | Race: Hume
Class: Thief | Level: 02
Buffs: None | Debuffs: None


Move East 4 spaces. (06,06)

HP: 83/83 | MP: 010/015 | Eva: 121/121
Mov: 4 | Jump: 3 | Speed: 60
W.Atk.: 96 | W.Def.: 98
M.Pow.: 76 | M.Res.: 68

A1: Thievery
A2: None
R: None
P: Safeguard


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When Lyuuli didn't return from her scouting, swooping in with a joke and a grin, Halim's usually peaceful smile turned into a small frown. He looked ahead, nodding absently at Berkholt's grumbled complaints about Grias who thought they were oh so funny, frowning thoughtfully when he saw that Lyuuli had landed, taking out her bow. He continued to watch as she jumped up into the air again, hovering there for a while as she did another sweep of the area, scanning from her greater height, bow held lightly in her hand.

Lyuuli was only rarely serious, but when she was, even Berkholt could bet his life savings on the fact that there was something going on to be serious about.

"Something's wrong." Came the low rumble of Halim's voice, interrupting Berkholt's mini tirade (though if Lyuuli was here, she would mention that anything the moogle did would be in "mini" form). Nothing further was said, though Halim did stretch his legs to their full length of stride, effectively leaving the poor moogle in the dust as the Bangaa jogged forward toward Lyuuli.

As Halim came up, Lyuuli began to spiral down, landing besides him, eyes still sweeping around her, though it was getting all the harder to see with the sun finally down.

"Movement, both east and southeast. Could be nothing...." Lyuuli murmured, tail twitching in the grass.

"Could be something." Halim finished with a nod. He absently cracked his knuckles, as he too scanned the area around them. Alas whatever movement Lyuuli had caught had seemed to stop now, save for just the waves of the grass in the wind. Halim glanced down at Lyuuli, a question in his eyes as he nodded toward the east. Lyuuli nodded.

"We'll wait a little on Holt, but chances are I'll continue on ahead, there's a house or something a bit further on, can't tell if anyone is in there. But either way perfect vantage point, should trouble come our way. You two want to follow me, then maybe break off going south a bit a ways away?" Lyuuli glanced up at Halim, and grinned when she got a nod of confirmation.

"Perfect! At worse, we'll have some fun before getting into town, that should wake us up enough to put a bit of speed in our steps. Best Berky case scenario, those shadows will be nothing but rabbits, and that house will be recently abandoned by some rich old fart who left behind treasures only a greedy moogle can imagine."

Halim snort of amusement turned into a downright chuckle as they could hear an indignant cry from behind them.

"Quit talking about me! Bunch of giant freaks!" At least what Berkholt lacked in speed, he made up for in hearing capabilities.

Ah short legs. The bane of a moogle's existence, especially when one traveled with just about anyone else besides other moogles. But there was very little to be done about that situation. The three of them were stuck with one another, for better or for worse.

Deep down, none of them would have it any other way. Not that they would say that of course. But there's was a friendship thicker than blood, all teasing aside, and they had been through enough together that no amount of friendly insults would tear that apart.

Lyuuli's laughter was light as she once again launched herself into the air, not moving forward just yet, just keeping a watch on things as best as she could, considering the visibility, as she waited for Berkholt to catch up. Lyuuli wasn't sure what she was hoping for. On the one hand, she was a bit hotblooded, even she could admit to that, and a scuffle could relieve some of the epic boredom that had settled on her during the journey, one that could only be partially relieved by teasing her short companion. On the other hand, Lyuuli had been in enough battles to know that it was foolhardy to wish for one, as the lives of her companions and herself were always at stake in such a situation.

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Name: Halim| Race: Bangaa
Class: White Monk | Level: 01 (000/100)
Buffs: None | Debuffs: None


Move west 4 spaces. (15, 18)

HP: 082/082 | MP: 010/012 | Eva: 107/107
Mov: 4 | Jump: 3 | Speed: 60
W.Atk.: 119 | W.Def.: 94
M.Pow.: 70 | M.Res.: 72

A1: Discipline
A2: None
R: None
P: None


Edited by Wren, Jul 2 2011, 08:50 PM.
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Berky

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Derek raised his eyebrows at the sound of voices, not quite able to understand what they were saying, but recognizing a Bangaa's distinctive rasp regardless. The higher pitched whine was something he couldn't identify, but it was farther behind them anyway judging by how much worse he could hear it. Short legs? A paraplegic? An injured party member? Who knew. But there was definitely at least three of them, which would be exactly an even match.

Unless, of course, they were a group of hardened soldiers or something, in which case flight would be the obvious and only sane option.

Beside Derek, Grint walked as well, staying just slightly behind him, as befitting his slightly lesser status within their larger group. Nominally Derek was their commanding 'officer' on the raid. There was almost no true hierarchy in the group, generally a leader was assigned at the outset of a mission, depending on their individual strengths and weaknesses. Derek was familiar with Camoa, having been born and raised there, yet harbored no particular fondness for the town or its people. With good memories of who and what was where, as well as no compunctions against assisting in the lifting of those things, he was the perfect leader for such an expedition.

It did not necessarily mean he was the most fit to command in combat, though. He had been fighting against others a little longer than either of his companions, but his fights were those best done in alleys, from behind, and over before the others could react or even become aware of his presence. No, for a fight like this, out in the open, he would best take his orders from either Grint or Verene, who were either more skilled in direct combat or who had a better vantage point and stronger ears. The information Verene could gain from observing from a higher point could be invaluable to handling the situation correctly, and to knocking out their opponents if it came to a fight (as they could not hope to kill them if they were a properly ajudged Clan).

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Name: Grint | Race: Hume
Class: Soldier | Level: 01
Buffs: None | Debuffs: None


Move East 4 spaces. (05,05)

HP: 90/90 | MP: 010/019 | Eva: 100/100
Mov: 4 | Jump: 2 | Speed: 57
W.Atk.: 110 | W.Def.: 112
M.Pow.: 60 | M.Res.: 74

A1: Art of War
A2: None
R: None
P: None


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