What's a Bird with Clipped Wings? DE, Solo Hard Adventure

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Quest Name:

What's a Bird with Clipped Wings?


Who can participate?:

Marik


Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):[/b]

Real Time: 2 weeks

Page Count: I'll guess about 6 pages.


Adventure Setting (DE):

Demon Soul's Tower of Latria. Initially 3-1 but the thread itself will take place over 3-1, 3-2, and 3-3.


Adventure Synopsis:

Marik was living his best life in the Huma World. His multiple jobs and occasional meetings with Kitai. He had everything he could need. Until without warning he's dragged to Latria. A realm controlled by an utter and insane elderly man. Filled to the brim with natural and artificial demons and the walking corpses of those whose souls were sucked out of them. Marik being a soul who has evolved several times over the course of his life is something of a unique gem to the depraved leader of Latria.

With a couple months of live experimentation, minimal necessities to live, and only a cold stone jail cell filled with sigils to say the least, he's had a bad time and will continue to have an even worse time. A chance encounter allows him to have a slim chance to escape the only question is, can he find the means to leave permentanly? Or is this all perhaps part of a greater scheme? Only time will tell in this hellscape.


Maximum Number of Participants:

Per request, only Marik.



Overall Goal:

Get the FUCK out of here by any means necessary.


Number of goalss involved:

3 Main missions, 2 optional missions



BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:

Primary Missions:

1.  Find the Queen of Latria. Supposedly, she exists at some undisclosed point and will protect and care for those trapped in Latria. Typically, her own subjects. Maybe Marik will qualify?


2.  After finding the Queen, determine what means are available to leave. Search the main collection of towers and pathways to determine if the means to leave are present. Tread deeper towards the main tower if there is not.


3.  After scouring the external towers there is only one area left to search. The main tower itself, specifically the royalties quarters. Fight or otherwise find a way to escape this hell. Be prepared for what may come.



Optional Missions:

1.  Find Sage Freke. His knowledge of magic, the world, and Latria specifically, may be of great help. That is, after you help him. Latria is a hellscape for a reason.

2.  Banish the dark spirits roaming around Latria. It turns out that Marik is not the only individual that was brought here, experimented upon, and otherwise changed. Some were willing. Others were not. Many did not survive. Those that did however . . . Well. . . You'll find out.



Special Rules:

1. Step techs have a limited distance. This starts at 10 feet. For every point in a skill that correlates to a step tech add 10 feet more to total length.

2. Marik has 3 lives. Marik will only be considered actually dead IC if he dies on his 3rd life. Lives can be regained, or more added, by completing the secondary quests.

3. Marik is allowed to purchase items from the Ludwig and the Kitai shops using Ryo he's earned in this thread. (Soul's permission was given prior to this thread starting.) In game shops use QP, otherwise called, Souls, for purchasing items. In game items are based on the items found in the Tower of Latria.

4. Upon Killing a boss or finding certain items, Marik's reiatsu/personal damage/and cooldowns are all reset. This includes his means to use release. Reiatsu tabs from "infinite reiatsu" are paid off for him if they apply. Mini-Bosses allow for a choice of one of the aforementioned resets.

5. 3 items are allowed to be brought in. However, these items will be taken from Marik at the start of the thread. They must be found by Marik to be used for the thread. Two will be in the 3-1 and the last will be in 3-2.

6. Marik cannot use costless air ground. Flying or other means of being in the air require a technique or power that allows such. Be wary of straying too far from the main area if these options are used. Many things exist around Latria that are airborne.


Video Reference:

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

The room was silent. Eerily so. And yet this was just the way the withered man enjoyed it. The sound of thunder booming in the distance. The subtle glow of a blood moon perpetually in the sky. The gentle wafting smell of experimental body fluids, potions, acids, and all sorts of other equally terrifying liquids. And yet, there was a part of him that was unsatisfied. Disgruntled even. His subjects plain. Boring. Useless even. He had servants that held some use, but long had it been since they'd truly been needed. The occasional adventurer came in once in a while, but they were weak. Pathetic. Barely worth ripping the souls out from their body. Yet they would have to do. He was not about to let his fetid kingdom rot away into nothing. He was an archdemon after all. HE did what he wanted. MADE what he wanted. He just needed suitable materials to do so.

And that's when his mind travelled back to that girl. That special. Special girl. He chuckled at first with a malicious smile on his face. She had a soul quite unlike any he'd seen. It was paltry compared to the previous Queen but that didn't mean she was without merit. No. She had a power to it that was second to no one else he'd seen. Had seen even. And yet, shortly after he'd managed to find her and bring her directly to his domain had she slipped away. Another unknown force had dragged her out. He'd learned some but not everything that there was to learn about her. And it infuriated him. He ground what teeth he had left into one another, almost feeling them wear away every second he continued to strain his jaw muscles. His energy was rising and with his cloaks assistance his energy let out a roar that had the sky clear itself, revealing the moon.

The room glowed brighter with its sanguine color. And that's when his eyes grew wide. Of course. Why hadn't he considered this before? He could go after her again. Or, just to be safe, take another. Surely, she wasn't the only being worthy of being torn apart piece by piece and experimented upon. Surely wherever she came from had others worth studying. Collecting. And that's when he smiled maliciously. He had the means to search again. It was easy. So very very easy. And he would be rewarded greatly. With an incredibly slow pace he meandered back to his throne room. Levitating himself to the chair upon all others. And once there he glanced back to the center of the room. He was going to find another if not the girl herself. It was just a matter of time.

With thrust of his staff a few sigils began to manifest on the floor. The man began to chant in a language that truly couldn't be described beyond otherworldly. The sigil glowed a brighter yellow as more circles and more symbols slowly began to appear. Within a few minutes the room held more of a yellow sheen to it than it did vermillion from the moon. And brighter yet would the sigil glow once the elder in question threw his staff to the sigil. At first it looked to be thrown randomly. And yet the closer it got, the slower its descent became until it stopped just shy of the center of the ever-expanding sigil. Symbols flying around it and rising into the air only to fade. More chants were said, more mana flooded into the sigil and eventually with a sound akin to an inhuman roar the sigils stopped moving.

The room paused. Air stopped. Energy halted. Everything eerily peaceful and quiet. Just for a moment. The next had the energy spinning and brightening as it inevitably collapsed upon itself. With a flash of light came a singular tri-circle sigil with ever changing sigils floating within each circles bounds. The man smiled darkly as thunder accompanied his success. "Bring. Me. SUSTENANCE!" The sigil responded by humming with power as it began its task, light glowing just a bit brighter in the meantime. While the sigil searched the old man brought his staff back to himself and yelled out for his minions, a pair of squid headed servants. "Collect whatever comes through. Take it to the experimentation room after you bind it. Do NOT be careless."

For Marik, it was just shy of midnight. His closing shift for McDonalds finally done as he managed to fend off a Karin from the drive through. Fatigue having built up in his body and mind from his double shift. Freedom was so close all he had to do was lock up and make it to his abode. Cavidad or elsewhere. Alas he'd have something of a headache. It'd spawned itself earlier but having been minor it was effectively ignored. Now? It was pounding. And steadily it felt like it was growing worse by the minute. Still nothing that a good nap couldn't fix right? At first that seemed to be the case. Doors closed and locked. Marik in the darkened sky with the soft orange glow of streetlights around him. And finally. FINALLY, the aching and pounding stopped.

A welcome breath of fresh air. Until. . . he felt it. His pupil expanded. It consumed his iris. Then eye as a whole. And it kept spreading and spreading until half his face was consumed by a writhing and incredibly malicious energy. It was very clearly foreign and somehow not even remotely related to reiatsu. It was different. And where there was a pounding, there was now agony that felt like his head was being literally split apart. But that was only the beginning. Hands and their arms reached out and began to grab at Marik's body. Starting with his face and continuing to reach out to grab more of his body. Each one pulling and dragging his entirety to within his eye. Or what use to be his eye. The energy was overwhelming, and it felt like sandpaper corrupted with rot that rapidly drained him of his vitality.

To make matters worse the hands were rough. Unconcerned with how much pain they were inflicting with their powerful grip. And before Marik would know it, he'd feel his body begin to contort in ways it was never intended to deal with. A sharp pain would fire through his veins as if electricity were raging through him and eventually, he would find moments respite within the darkness as he'd be overwhelmed. The last thing he'd hear would be a grating, old, voice that was speaking nearly in his ear and yet seemed so distant from how quiet it was. "Yes. . . . Yesss. . . . THIS. . . IS A SOUL WORTHY. . . . I'll claim it as my own. . . MOLD IT. . . CONTROL IT AND WARP AS I SEE FIT. . . My newest demon will nothing short of extraordinary. . . Marik. . . such a name will not suite you when I've finished my work. . . . Heheheheheheh. . . hehehehe. . . . HAHAHAHAHA. . . "

Fast forward some noteworthy amount of time. Marik would find himself in a jail cell. Familiar as it was the one, he'd be able to call his own. He was bound by chains at each wrist and ankle. He even had one around his throat. So much time had passed since he first found himself in this very cell. His healthy glow was gone. Replaced by a ragged appearance and with dark bags under his eyes. Lips chapped and busted. Body incredibly thin, near skin and bones with just enough muscle to support itself. Cuts, tears, bruises, and stitches were throughout his body. The very physical and very real signs of experimentation upon him. And worse yet, was a dull ache deep within him. Signs of even his soul having been messed with at certain points. His time had been nothing short of hell. Day after day, he was cut open and investigated.

His soul poked and prodded at magically and physically with special equipment. He'd seen things no man should have seen and survived things no man should have. His own internals as well as others. Monsters in human form or things otherwise straight out of fiction were living and breathing. His blood had been spilt time and time again. On the floor. On the operating table. On himself. Thankfully his last operation had been minor, on account of their pushing him to near death the experiment before. Thus, his body needed time to heal back up some so that he could be opened up again. With nothing but a rough sack to qualify as a gown for him and old, bloodied, bandages around his arms, legs, and torso. He was a far cry from how he had been prior to his abduction to Latria.

The day was quiet aside from the various screams of other "people' throughout the jail. Sometimes from those just a short distance away in their cells. And sometimes from the dark depths below where the experimentation happened. His only other companion was the distant booms of thunder from far away in the distance. Slowly but surely however came another sound. Clinking and clanging of chains with another faint but immensely important sound. Keys. Marik would know what was coming. A prisoner with a warden. The vaguely human squid monsters. With their godforsaken bells and their keys at their sides. The clinking got louder before it eventually stopped, and it was replaced with an inhuman screech. It was loud. Pained. And then slowly but surely it died away with only a wet squelching sound to be heard.

Then steps picked up again. Unsteady. Uncertain. Accompanied by breath that was labored and a constant but small drip. Before Marik would be a prisoner. . . but with the keys from what he could assume to be a guard. This couldn't be possible. The man was basically holding onto his internals via very careless stitching on his torso. And yet he had something of a surgical knife in one hand and the keys in another. The figures complexion was fading as red became something more abundant on his torso. With a look to Marik in the eye, the man nodded and slowly walked over to the cell. It took him a moment as he began to sway but eventually managed to unlock the cell and slide open the door. "Y-You must. . . leave. . . find. . . the queen. . ."

The man walked closer, unlocking the ethereal chain with the key, which was now glowing bright blue. One by one the clamps over Marik's hands, legs, and throat dispersed. Upon the final lock being opened the man finally fell to his knees and onto the ground. A small puddle forming of his blood. All the while whispering, begging Marik to find their queen. Promises of safety and recovery within her domain. It was quiet. Crazed. But undeniably fervent. And whether it was true or not, the man had genuinely believed in her until his final breath. Thus, with his bindings removed it was now Marik's one and likely only opportunity to leave the cell. Attempt an escape. But how and to where? His garganta didn't open. Cavidad would but it was temporary and could not bring him to his home dimension. He'd find a way. More accurately he'd have to if he wanted to leave permanently. A daunting task but perhaps, a more realistic possibility now with his freedom? Only time would tell.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 8

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) 'how long...how long have i been in this hell hole...how long before this mad man lets me die!!' he would think to himself , time had lost all meaning to marik beneath the blade of the mad doctor. Each experiment worst than the last , he had tried to fight back tried to escape this cell so many times but each time his restraints kept him at heel. Once the mightiest of hollows forced into this foul mutated form by kohai's troops , now made to be nothing more than a lab rat by this beast.

(3) silence reigned the chiming of bells and the sounds of screams echoed through the darkness , while locked in the depths of this hell he had come to find out many things about his self. Every time the torture began he retreated into the deepest part of his mind , to a place where nothing could harm him. There is where he met his...for lack of better words repressed self a culmination of human memory and hollow instinct given meta physical form.

(4) He always wretched marik from the depths of his mind when the experiments ended , and each time marik lost more of himself to those instincts dragged kicking and screaming to the fore front. And with the passage of time that selfish lazy part of his soul was crushed under heal untill finally he found himself in charge of the body. If that coward wouldnt guid them to freedom then by all that was holy he would get them out!

(5) As the sound of footsteps edged closer , marik would remain unmoving no doubt the doctor here for more of his crooked twisted experiments. The muscle on his frame now just enough to keep him moving. His eyes would widen as a mangled man entered his cell , his neon green eyes hidden behind his mop of filthy barf green hair. The sheen that once made it neon green was all but gone.

(6) He would remain calm as the man came foward  "Y-You must. . . leave. . . find. . . the queen. . ." the thing rasped at him as it stumbled foward with it's key. he would remain unmoving not sure if this was one of the doctors test's , as soon as the last cuff was undone and marik felt his spirit energy returm to him a small toothy smile would spread across his lips. 

(7) In the same breath as the man fell over marik would lunge foward maw gaping wide as he attempted sink his teeth into the man's neck. it had been months since he had eaten...maybe years he would need more than spirit energy and muscle alone to carry out his new mission. Should his strike land he would reslish the taste of iron upon his tounge as he pulled back his head chewing the foul meat. "...finally..fresh meat." he would say in a raspy voice below a whisper as he staggered to his feet taking the key out of the dead mans hand.

(8) His muscles screaming at him as he slowly walked foward key clutched tightly as he made his way out the cell and onto the platform. he would take this moment to take in his surrounding as he slowly began to walk , getting his body back into the rythm of motion. His footsteps light , his breaths calm and the key clutched tightly in his hand to prevent the sound of jingling against it's ring. His senses open attempting to form a mental map of the area with his energy sensory.

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Stats:

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{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

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{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used:N/A
Reiatsu Pool: 4000

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1

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[Ludwig Verrlicht]

With Marik's spiritual capabilities returning to him, with the release of the cuffs his energy sensory would spike. For the first time since he arrived here, he'd be able to sense the world around him in real time as opposed to allowing his bloodshot eyes to glance around. The first and most notable thing would be that the air was saturated with energy. But not spiritual or anywhere near similar to reiatsu. Instead, it was akin to mana. Not that Marik likely knew it by name but all that mattered was that it was nigh unusable by him given he was grossly unfamiliar with the energy itself. To that end he'd realize that he was on just one of several floors for the prison. It wasn't exactly unknown per say but it did give him a good idea of just how many floors there were as opposed to just sort of guessing.

But most importantly. It pinged him about a moving source of energy. See with his energy sensory being as high as it was, he easily made the distinction between the near energy less beings locked in cells and those flooded with energy. The wardens. And while he let his ears take in every sound around, he quickly found that there was yet another ringing. That meant another warden was nearby. And little did the warden realize that a previously locked up inmate was released. It continued to walk around without a care or concern in the world. Wriggling with quiet squelching as its aquatic appendages moved around and it walked from one end of the opposing hallway to the other.

As far as the layout for this and the nearby levels were concerned. The room just outside his cell was an open space. It had hallways on either side of the walls which held entrances to other cells that were very likely locked. And considering that the prisons here were magically reinforced, meant Marik likely couldn't break into them and kill the individuals within unless he found the correct keys for them. A quick glance at his own key would show that his was likely unique. It had its own moniker on its side that pointed out just what cell it was for. Moving back to the layout the next biggest, and easiest thing to see is between the "hallways" was open space. It would drop so far down that it was impossible to tell how tall this prison was. Even his Energy Sensory couldn't tell how far the building went.

Along the hallways were "railings" of spikes and makeshift metal that were bent, damaged, rusted, or otherwise removed. Meaning a lack of careful movement could lead to an accidental injury or worse yet, falling into the abyss below. Inside the hallways were wooden coffins, empty barrels, iron maidens, torture chairs with spikes where people would sit, and lamps with magical fire. The glow they gave off being an eerie teal. Looking up, it was easy to see that there was a very obvious lack of roof, which would otherwise imply that Marik should be able to get away if he could just fly correct? Sadly, this would not be so. While the inside free spaces had no such hinderances, at the top of the topmost floor was a network of energy. Very thin, very light, and hidden in nature. To assume Marik would injure himself by touching it, was all but assured given the fucked-up nature of this place.

So that left only two real venues of how to move around. A. Walk across the space between the hallways, about 50 feet in distance or walk down the connected hallways that lined the open room. The hallways themselves were 100 feet in total length. And at the opposite end of the room from where Marik was at, was an open space. No so much a hallway but just a bigger space with more of what he'd already seen. Coffins, chairs, other torture devices, and couple lamps. However, what was interesting to note, was that the warden in question was walking up from that side on the opposite hallway. It wasn't exactly paying attention, but it wasn't so off guard that it could be called lazing about or walking aimlessly. It was simply making the rounds as it gently rang its bell and looked from side to side. Clearly, it didn't know its compatriot had been killed and with it walking slowly there was still time before it could have a chance.

The ball was in Mariks court. He could try to run by it. Surprise it and kill it. Scour his side of the room. The world was his oyster for what he could do. The only thing he genuinely couldn't do was outright escape nor use the door to his right. The gate itself looked normal with its steel making. But it had sigils on it and a light blue glow over it meaning he'd need another set of keys just to open the damn thing and use the stairs he knew were behind hit. And just in case Marik was still hungry, the dead body of the other warden in all its weird Cthulhu nature was there, still warm, albeit a little dirty from having been on the ground. And unlike its usual red/orange look it looked more like a pale pink/yellow color.


OOC: For the video reference watch the first 2 minutes to get a general idea of the layout.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 5

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) 'bastard got a kill before he died'  the grungy green haired arrancar would think to himself as he came upon the runed gate , so many times he found himself wishing to never cross it's threshold ; now needing to he would curse his ability to not open it. and he wasn't going to fuck around and find out what would happen if he attempted to pry those bars apart but that would have to wait. He didnt feel safe without his weapons and the fact one of those squid faced bastards was on the platform as well didn't help him any

(3) first things first he needed to kill that other jailor withour raising a ruckus or causing a scene , then he could worry about where in the soul kings ass crack his belongings had gone. there seemed to be a pillar every other ten feet , with quick thinking he would slide behind the pillar and begin timing the ringing of the bell with the steps of the creature.

(4) discreetly peeking every ten rings he had deduced that the creature took ten steps with every ring placing it dead center in the middle of two pillars , it's head shifting every two seconds. With this information he would begin counting down till the creature was within nine counts of the end of the corridor. Which should place it at nintey feet from the end of the hall

(5) very quickly he would whirl around and fire a single bala at the creature not wanting to risk getting close to those damn things, the bala flying at 1600 speed would be aimed at where it's percieved neck wouldve been if it where a human. the power of the bala being 300 marik could only hold out hope that this thing was weak enough and slow enough to die to his attack. seeing as he had never truly fought one or seen them strike in a serious fight.

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Stats:

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

SPOILER: Click to show

{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used: Bala
Reiatsu Pool: 4000-50=3950

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

The aquatic warden was taking its time on its tour. One step at a time. One glance per cell if it could manage. And just to be safe, a bit of energy sensory to ensure that the number and state of those within didn't change. It was a standard job for those who roamed the halls and kept the "peace" so to speak. However, it was terribly dull. But that's where being an artificial demon came in. This being never got bored. Never understood the concept. It just did as it was told and if situations changed it had the means to consider how to handle new circumstances. Thus, as it got closer to Marik's position from the opposite side its energy sensory picked up something. Making it stop at about the 80-foot mark. The energy for the specialty experiment was down.



The aquatic being thought for a moment. Was it scheduled to be moved and experimented on? It didn't think so. And that's when it noticed it. A quick charge of energy and the presence behind a pillar that was hiding itself. Had this thing not been sensing in that general area it might not have noticed but now that it had it was in trouble. Namely because Marik had fired off a bala that this thing could barely perceive beyond vaguely sensing it. There wasn't much it could do but try to turn its body and lose an arm. Thankfully it managed that much though the arm wasn't attached by the end of it. The arm itself was hit at the shoulder and was blown clean off. With intense pain coursing through it, the Cuthulu monster ran behind the nearest pillar, about 2 feet away from it.



From there it kept it senses up and open. Waiting to see what the other did. In the meantime, it started to ring the bell a bit more while charging energy within it. This made the monster far more noteworthy as to where it was, though it wasn't exactly hiding to begin with. But also, would let Marik know that it was ready to retaliate if he should move or when it would move. But for the time being, it stayed behind the pillar and would wait. Intent upon waiting Marik out. Whatever Marik had fired was far faster than anything it could produce so it needed to keep itself safe until it could retaliate. And, hopefully, if it waited long enough, perhaps its compatriot in the other room would actually walk this way and assist it. It wasn't terribly likely but the more energy that got flung around or charged up could grab their attention.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength: 100 (55)
Speed: 200
RS: (300) 600
SPPR: 200
Instinct: 100 (55)
Senses: 50
ES: 150 (300)
HE: 0

Skills:

Magic: 2
Anti-Stealth: 2
Mental Incantation: 2
Calm Mind: 2

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 4

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) 'shit!  he would think to himself as the creature moved out of the way of his attack , he would waste no time performing a one inch punch with the same hand she shot the bala from , channeling a small bit of riatsu into his arm and the air in front of him.

(3) A pillar of crushing air would be let loose just as the creature would begin moving , the attack flying at 700 speed and striking with a force of 400 in pure bludgoning. due to the side of the attack should the creature have made it behind the pillar before his own attack followed up the attack would threaten to shatter the pillar and use it as shrapnel against the beast pinning it to the wall at it's front

(4) with his cover blown he had no choice in the matter of silencing the thing , relying on his speed to keep the pressure on , and not let this thing cause him any more trouble than they where worth.

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Stats:

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

SPOILER: Click to show

{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used: Viento Divi
Reiatsu Pool:3950-300=3650

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

For all the thing was attempting to do, it didn't realize how capable Marik was. For one thing, it didn't imagine anything could attack nearly as quick as he did. Thankfully it did manage to get to the pillar. Able to take a breath while it was charging up energy. There was however an issue that was soon to be noted. Marik was still just as fast as ever. And he wasn't going to let up on his assault. Even if that meant possibly exposing himself to more beings around. Thankfully a quick use of Energy Sensory would reveal that there wasn't even an enemy on the level above him, so it was for the moment just between Marik and this guard. And then it was just Marik as the guard was hit by an attack it didn't even sense.

Make no mistake. It knew Marik had charged up something. Knew he was going to try something the moment it came out. What it didn't realize was that Marik was strong enough to actually break the pillar apart in order to get to the squid monster itself. And thus, when it felt the pillar behind it rumble, then felt the cracks form it knew that it'd underestimated him immensely. The pillar shattered throwing stone, metal, and even the monster's own lamp into itself. With a loud crash as the stone broke and hit the floor the guard was dead almost immediately. And thankfully, the floor above didn't seem to be hinder all that much by losing a pillar. While the railing itself was fairly shit in design and definitely not well kept, the stonework was the opposite. And surprisingly acted like it was unharmed sans a few cracks.

Assuming Marik waited a moment just to be certain he'd find that nothing else in the room was moving. Those in the cells had just watched what happened in varying levels of dismay. Some understood what was going on but couldn't speak or respond to it. Others didn't understand and just let out a howl as they would any other time. Most just huddled back into their cells in the hopes that they would remain safe from whatever was outside. However, to Marik's dismay, there would be another warden from down the hall on the other side that was running over. Evidently it had heard the sound of rock being broken and thus was coming to check it out. Thankfully it was still pretty far away. The only reason Marik could even have a chance at sensing it was because it wasn't actively hiding itself.

For now, the ball was in his court. He could move around freely so to speak within this room. But there was another enemy on the way. He did have at least a solid minute before the other guard would make it over though given how slow, relative to Marik, that it was. Beyond that however the sound of thunder boomed ominously. It was loud and overhead. And yet, it didn't rain. Just made itself known as though hinting at another watching if not the storm itself. Regardless of the ominous or even lack of threats. Marik had the room to himself for the moment.


+90 QP and +1,500 Ryo for killing the Warden.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 5

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) wasting not a moment marik would begin moving at his max speed his atrophied muscles creaking as he made them move as if they hadn't been starved for months, one thing was certain he would find himself a good hearty meal after this. but for now what he needed was his belongings , he would keep tabs on that ping from the other creature looking toward the off shoot tunnel now and again listening for the bells 

(2) As fats as his limbs would move he would begin checking oer the second creatures body , looking for it's set of keys he already had a set but knowing this damn maze he was liable to lose them if he was caught in a serious fight and would need back ups just in case.

(3)Provided he found the he would clutch them in his hand with the other key and begin searching to the room moving at a comfortable speed of four hundred as he searched destroting crates to check inside them and cautiously peeling open the iron maidens. He was frantic and in a hurry needing to find something anything of his.

(4) he was also looking for somthing else a piece of rebar , rusted long sword anything that could constitute as a weapon his riatsu was a scarce re-source and he needed to save it. Seeing as he may need to borrow time he would attempt to unlock a few cell doors with the key(s) unsure if they would work.

(5) He didnt do this out of compassion but out of a need to see if anything useful was amongst these rabble , should they prove hostile he would not hesitate to strike them down. He would start with the cells closest to his own placing him far away from the tunnel but far enough to the point where he could fire another attack if need be.

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Stats:

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{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

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{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used: N/A
Reiatsu Pool:3650

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Much to Marik's dismay he would find that what was on the body was only a single object. Well, a single object that wasn't outright broken. And that would be a small vial, about 4in in diameter and half a foot long. Inside it was a collection of dried spices. It'd likely make him tilt his head as for why a being like this aquatic monster would hold onto such but unless he actually opened the vial and attempted to determine why he'd not find an answer. The closest he could get to understanding why was that the vial had a bit of energy to it. The same unusual energy that this realm was just riddled with. With the body searched and the rocks that had buried it moved to the side, some thrown off the edge and into the abyss, Marik's turn to search the room would actually turn to be far more fruitful than he may have considered originally.

To start he actually would find a set of keys nestled in the corner of the room. These keys also had a large key ring on then and some metallic rope with a clip so it could be wrapped around his waist. A quick inspection showed that the keys themselves were mostly unlabeled barring a symbol that looked like the doors of the jail cells. Implying that while these keys would open the doors to jail cells it would not open the gate near his cell. So, he'd still have to find something else to open that gateway. But time was of the essence since he had to actually finish his search of the room and find some sort of weapon. Sadly, and to no one's surprise, no weapons were around. Not even tools. The closest thing to a tool or weapon he could find would be a metal standing torch holder.

But even that looked so old and rusted that it might just shatter upon striking something. Otherwise, all he had were wood and metal spikes from the chairs or nails from the coffins. As Marik went from the open space to specific jail cells around him, he'd find that the inhabitants initially walked back to their cell's other sides. Revealing similar conditions to his own sans a few other "luxuries". Some had a small wooden table, makeshift. Some had a bit of cloth to serve as a blanket. But in all there would be metal chains with clamps at the ends. No sigils though, pure partially rusted metal. These were likely the closest things to weapons Marik would find for the time being, but they all showed their age.

The inhabitants in the meantime simply stepped away from him and watched him. Though in every cell Marik would go into there would be one cell mate that would watch him with a sort of hunger. Like Marik was the newest piece of food to walk in. It wouldn't be until the final jail cell he searched that he actually would get attacked by one of these frail individuals. Though even if he let himself get hit, they wouldn't even harm him. Poor fuckers were subhuman in every capacity at this point. In fact, the individual in question if they bit into his hierro would simply shatter their own teeth and then fail in agony. All things had their time however, and quickly was the time for the next guard approaching.

Assuming Marik was still by his original cell, he'd find that his senses were tingling with the large collection of energy coming his way through the hallway. A quick glance around would confirm this as the individual in question was walking with their lamp held high and shining brightly. It looked a little fatigued given it likely didn't run all that often. But it was primed and ready for whatever might come for it. Unsurprisingly it was expanding its own energy sensing capabilities to ensure if something was going on, on this side. If given the opportunity it would ping Marik almost immediately just as it would ping that its compatriot was dead on the ground. Life snuffed out. The only issue at hand though was that its senses sucked ass. Marik being in a cell meant that while it could "sense" him it wouldn't be able to see him. At all.

The guard couldn't even see if the cell itself was closed. All it knew was that there was a good bit more energy in one cell vs another. But considering that its compatriot was killed? This thing might have done something. Thus, its eyes never left Marik's general direction as it walked, slowly and carefully towards the end of the hall. Then towards its compatriot, and finally if able coming up towards the series of jail cells that Marik was in. Though if it made to its dead ally, it would realize that the keys were missing from the hook and realize that the jail cells were likely where he was hiding in.

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[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 6

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) Marik would uncork the vial taking a whiff of the spices scrunching up his face , he would quickly cork the vial not having any ability to hold the vial on his person due to lack of pockets as he was lietrally wearing a tattered burlap sac for clothes he would toss the crap over the edge along with it's master. seeing how deep this place was he would most likely never hear the damn thing shatter upon the ground.

(2) Moving on after finding nothing of worth he would enter another cell finding a set of keys upon a key ring , he would take note of it as he picked it up sliding his own keys upon the ring before gouging a hole in his burlap sac and running the ring through till it was secured to his 'clothes' waist. 'this shit is getting old real fast!' he thought to himself as he moved on from jail cell to jail cell.

(3)Marik didn't have the time to put all these poor creatures out of their misery and his body was far to gone to even attempt to grav pressure anyone , he needed a place to rest and soon but first his hunt must continue . Each cell the same each cell full of some starving helpless soul and just like the rest he moved on that was untill he came to the last cell. The rabid man would lunge at marik , hunger in his eyes although marik would give him a chance to further break his cover then he himself had already done.

(4) as soon as the mans teeth touched his hierro he would bring an arm up and crush the mans skull with all his strength , he would achieve this by pushing the mans skull into chest, staining the burlap sack with the mans grey matter. no screaming or crys of pain to be heard. He was hoping the countless wails of the many prisoners was enough to atleast hide the wet crunch of the skull.

(5) Having felt the damn creature enter the room he would peek out from the cell maintaining his vantage point , he wouldn't let the creature make it to the end of the hall though. knowing he would defintly have to begin moving after this he would sigh before he pulled in a labored bretah and spat a black sphere no larger than an inch twoard the creatures back from his hidden angle. The speed being 600 but when it impacted would release a shockwave and a blast of napalm with destructive force of 400.

(6) The explosion should the creature be near a cell would place those within a cell in the blast radius as well  , marik's only regret was the fact he didn't have a way to make those attacks any quieter than they where and gods above knows his grandfather would kill him had he seen how badly his skills had deteriorated. Useing the shadows yet still as noisy as an ox in a china shop , 'note to self , kill lazy personality and commit to stealth training' he thouhgt to himself internally cringing.

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Stats:

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{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

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{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used: Judan - class 5
Reiatsu Pool:3650-75=3575

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Upon uncorking the vial and taking a whiff of the contents Marik's eyes would widen for a moment before returning to their normal size. Then out of nowhere he'd feel his reiatsu returning to him. Like a bowl of water that had been refilled from a sink. His remaining reiatsu was completely replenished and he felt a little less tired in addition. It should immediately make sense to Marik why these guards would have these then since even they had to have reserves of energy, whatever it was. By the time he might have realized the importance of the item the energy within it was already gone. Including a noticeable quantity of the leaves. Thus, making it effectively useless now. With that in mind it would find itself thrown to the abyss alongside its former master.

Things otherwise proceeded smoothly all things considered. All according to Marik's plan of action. Even the killing of the rabid man was surprisingly quiet. Enough so that the only ones that heard it were the other two beings in the cell with him. And they at this point were hiding in different corners and whimpering near silently. Hands over their heads as they were balled up. Moving to the guard though, it as previously mentioned, picked up on Marik. There was no way around his energy. The sigils on the farthest most cell, closest to the gate were gone. Or at least the energy was. And it didn't sense Marik inside any longer so that was the likely suspect. The issue was that while it knew Marik wasn't in his original cell, it didn't know where he was now.

But there was no way it could get closer without going around. Sadly, this meant that all it could do was watch a set of cells as it walked around. It took note of the aftermath of a fight. Namely via a broken pillar. However, the body of the fellow guard was gone. Likely thrown over the edge given the railing was blasted away in addition to the pillar. Speaking of being blasted away however, the guard would soon find itself blasted away also. With the pillar already gone there was no hiding point for this guard. Instead, it was simply open space between two cells. Making it all the easier for Marik to strike the individual in question. Or would it? Sadly, for Marik the guard was already on guard. And though it had no hope of seeing the pill it did sense the use of energy.

With a flick of its wrist the guard rang the bell and emitted a loud burst of amplified sound. The pill fired at him was slammed into by the soundwave and bounced back towards Marik himself. It's speed the same but given the size Marik might not have realized that his own bomb had been flung back at him. In the meantime, once the sounds faded the guard began wriggling over as fast as it could go. Which all things considered, for not having legs was pretty fast. Tentacles propelling it underneath the cloth it wore. All the while the guard didn't stop charging energy into its bell. It would likely need to use yet more spells depending on how things went. If Marik ended up revealing himself or the cell he was in, the guard would immediately fire a lance of lightning his way. Giving only a short moment opening given the bell it held in its tentacle dimmed. If he didn't reveal himself the guard would continue running, inevitably making it to the connecting point and then beginning its trek towards Marik.

+45 QP and 300 Ryo for killing the Rabid Man

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{Reiatsu}-200 for soundwave (class 4)
-200 for lightning bolt (class 4)

400 reiatsu spent

2,000 - 400 = 1,600 reiatsu remaining

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{Aged Spice}Class 3
Durability: 1
Bonus: Upon opening the vial and taking a whiff of the contents therein the user is able to regain a chunk of spiritual energy. Typically for the residents of Latria this would be Mana however for spiritual residents of the alternate world this is Reiatsu. The amount regained is 500 reiatsu per vial inhaled.


Drawbacks: While typically only beneficial, numerous vials one after the other can have deteriorating effects. Namely, that after the first 3 vials without a long rest, the user only regains 250 reiatsu. This then reduces on the fifth vial to 100. And after that no more reiatsu may be regained. Reiatsu gained cannot go over the users cap. Only one vial can be used per post.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 6

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) to say he was impressed was an understatement he hadnt met anyone who had succesfully dodged a judan before , bur mariks own bag of goodies was a rather fun set of tools meant to take the enemy by suprise moving at his max speed he would take off as soon as he fekt his judan halt. The force that bell provided would first have to stop it from moving before the force sent it back peddling his way and he would use that time to fucking kick rocks.

(2) Attempting to stay hidden he would activate regressando as soo as he exited the room shrinking down to exactly 3 inches tall , in a burst of sonido he would dash foward placing him well out of the blast range. and activate his garganta destroza a small black garganta opening front of his hand as he charged and fired a cero into it's depths.

(3)Assuming he lauched the lightning bolt at marik as he ran out him shrinking at a speed of 800 would allow him to narrowly avoid the attack , mariks mindset being that all this metal fencing would act as a natural lightning rod and shield him from further attacks. He would let loose the cero as it only took a few seconds to charge.

(4) three garganta would open at the begining and end of the creatures walk way , each cero fired would have its power cut in half making each cero have a destructive yield of 200. Marik wasn't banking on killing it with a cero but hoping the destructive yield of six cero's detonating would cause the ground beneath it to loose structural integrity and send it tumbling to it's death below.

(5) If this thing somehow found a way to truck through that he was going  to need to use attacks that made fair bit more noise , his only hope was that this fucking thing couldnt fly. marik was not willing to figure out if he was well enough to even attempt air walking again shit was not in the cards right now atleast not untill he found a safe place to sleep off all this chaos that was stirring in his skull.

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Stats:

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{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

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{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used:
Sonido - 100
Regresando-100 upon activation and 100 every 4 post's it's active
Destraza-150
cero-200
Reiatsu Pool:3650+500=4000-550-3450

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

The guard sensed Marik moving. And finally, when Marik made his way out the cell, he could see an outline. Except something was odd about it. It was disappearing and fading. Possibly even changing? The guard couldn't tell. Whatever the case it fired its lightning bolt towards Marik in an attempt to electrocute it. In addition to realizing that it had made the right play to rebound an attack it couldn't even see back towards its user. With its energy needing to be rechanneled into the bell and the guard not being able to sense Marik, it slowed for a minute. Thinking that it had managed to hit or otherwise kill Marik. Then it realized that the space close to it was being ripped open. It dropped the bell outright in fear.

Before even being hit, it recalled that the only being to warp space was its creator. An archdemon. How in all the world did this thing manage to warp space as well?! Then before it could even consider picking up its bell, the cero's all fired out from the garganta's. The three in front of it slamming into the chest and lower torso of the monster. It burned deeply and singed the clothing, but the unnatural hide of this thing managed to fend off the subsequent attacks. If only barely. But the thing was in agony as its flesh was being cooked from the intense heat. It then slowly tried to reach the bell on the ground so it could attempt to retaliate but that's when the other three cero made their presence known.

They slammed into its backside and with only a few seconds managed to pierce through it entirely. The guard in question fell to its knees as a cumulatively large series of holes were made in its body. The thing bled out in but a couple seconds and died shortly thereafter. Its energy rapidly fading. With this guard dead, there were no other guards present. Not on this level nor in the next room. Marik, for the time being, was safe. But that didn't mean he was given unlimited time. He needed to figure out where the keys for the gate were. Not to mention these were not the only guards in this complex. So, if he didn't move, he may alert yet more guards and get caught up in an even bigger fight with far more of these monsters than he was ready or willing to bargain with. If Marik searched this monster's person for keys or any other items, he'd find nothing. No keys on their waist. No items within them. Only a relatively warm body and a puddle of greenish blood beneath it. Thankfully he had an entire other room to check out, so it was likely that if there were keys anywhere, it'd be there.

+180 QP and 2,100 Ryo for killing the guard and 2 soulless individuals.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Ludwig Verrlicht

Paragraphs: 1

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) Not wasting anytime marik would drop regresando not wishing to spend his riatsu anymore tha he had to , the once slumbering hummingbird was now a franctic jail pidgeon on meth and he needed out! he would begin searching every single cell at his max speed in search of these keys! , his weapons! ANYTHING he needed  to get past that gate and out of this eldritch hell!!

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Stats:

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{Spoiler}Strength: 400->[240]

Speed: 400->[700]



Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200

Energy Sensory: 300
Healing Expertise: 0

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{Riatsu Pool}Techniques Used:N/A
Reiatsu Pool:3450

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{Items} R-siphon Class 1
Beat stick's Class 1 (hands)
Corrosion Equip (equiped to beat stick)
Propper uniform-class 1