- Job Information:
- Job Name: Vacuum Side Story: Zubadiah
Job Rank: B-tier
Job Location: Desert of Forgotten Souls
Job Reward: 200 EXP / 15,000 Huang
Job Prerequisites: Be Zubadiah
Job Overview: Zub's map has taken her around to a hidden plain hidden between some mountains. There at the mark on the map is a beautiful grey tree. However, nesting in it is a Barq cheetah, it seems to be sitting there peaceful eating and nesting there. Obtain the wood as you like.- Spoiler:
Enemy Name: Prarie Sage
Enemy Tier: B-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: B-tier
Description:A Barq cheetah, a creature that has high bio-electricity, and highly statically charged fur that allows it to use and manipulate electricity and magnetic fields that it uses to jet across plains.
Abilities:- Nap Time- The sage sleeps for 4 posts allowing its metabolism to benefit from its high energy to heal up to A-tier damage over those posts for C-tier damage per post.
- Speed up-Using the charged up static in its body it dashes forward with intense speeds allowing it to quickly move 30 meters and evade b-tier damage.
- Static field- Sitting still the creature creates a field of static electricity causing everything with a slight charge to be held in the air for 4 posts immobilized.
- 'Lectric Rush-If the target runs away from the cheetah it will rush at them over 20 meters to bite them and deal B-tier damage
- Nap Time- The sage sleeps for 4 posts allowing its metabolism to benefit from its high energy to heal up to A-tier damage over those posts for C-tier damage per post.
ZUZU MANSUR
Much as the Sun cast his gaze upon the earth, Zubaidah was casting her gaze upon the map Bahadur had given her. She had known the location for some time, but business had kept her from investigating the site. Well, if she were being honest, she did not investigate because she still had her reservations about Bahadur. She had no excuses anymore, however, since she was free for the most part and, more importantly, close to the location.
She was not greeted with pleasantries when Sirrush arrived. She had not expected them, true, but Zubaidah was ever hopeful that her life was not made more complicated than it was already. Instead, she heard shouts and arrows upon the wind, carried from the canyon that was her destination. Zubaidah had expected that more, even if she loathed to admit it. After all, when was there not conflict in these times?
Sirrush carried Zubaidah above the stones and shadows of the canyon below, tracing the whistle of arrow and bow-string. As she listened closely, she was able to ascertain the arrows’ direction in some rough fashion, moving closer and closer to the ever-louder whistling ahead. Zubaidah then drew her reins tight as she neared their location, lowering Sirrush onto the mountain-side, and dismounted. She would have to walk into the canyon on foot, lest an arrow make her its quiver.
It seemed that the shooting was close ahead, just around the brush-covered shoulder of a rocky hill, but the shouting was less frequent. Zubaidah guessed that both hunters and hunted were under cover, and thus could aim but sparse pot-shots at one another's refuge.
To come upon them directly, down the trail around the bottom of the canyon, would have been to expose himself to the fire of one side, and possibly of both sides. After all, in this untamed and ravenous land, it was easily conceivable that both sides of the conflict might represent interests adverse to those of herself and the Ash Company. With this idea in mind, one hand upon her spear, she made cautious progress along a steep outcrop that would hide herself from view - and stray arrows.
From the shouts and whistles, her ears trained, Zubaidah had deduced that five or even six bowmen were involved in the conflict. As for how they were divided? She could not even guess. To find out, she would have a look over the crest of the mountainside and, if the affair was none of her business, she would let them fight it out by themselves.
And so, climbing as noiselessly as possible and keeping her spear-head in front of herself, she came presently to the crest of a narrow ridge surrounded with thick bushes. She pushed her way cautiously through the brush toward the opposite side, passing around what few rocks or bushes that barred her progress. In time, however, the brush grew thinner. Indeed, it became thin enough that she could see the opposite wall of the canyon.
A sharp whistle sounded close below her, just over the brow of the ridge. Between herself and the brow was a huge rock showing its weather-worn surface from the cliff-face twenty feet above the brush. Sure that it could cover her, she crept towards this until she lay concealed behind. She peered around its cover once she thought it was safe, looking for the parties involved in the conflict.
There were five men at the canyon’s base, wearing black and crimson garments. As she looked closer, she realised that they wore the insignia of the Blood Camels. Could it be that there was a turf-war between them and some other bandit faction? A few paces from herself was the sixth man, alone, sprawled upon his front, bow drawn tight. She could not see his face, hidden beneath the mountain’s shade, but Zubaidah saw that he was dressed in Parthevian fashion. At first, she thought that he might be a Parthy Toad, but she saw no such evidence of insignia or anything else.
She watched him for a moment. She saw that the Camels were doing all the firing, and wondered whether the man was already dead. He did not move at all.
One man then advanced from cover, moving under the rapid-fire of his four fellows, nearing the sixth man’s position. Another followed him, motioning that the three remaining should continue, covering the advance of them both.
The two men were working their way across the canyon, taking advantage of every bush and rock. They were quite close to the hiding place of the sixth man now. In another moment, he would be beset with their fire from all directions.
She was not greeted with pleasantries when Sirrush arrived. She had not expected them, true, but Zubaidah was ever hopeful that her life was not made more complicated than it was already. Instead, she heard shouts and arrows upon the wind, carried from the canyon that was her destination. Zubaidah had expected that more, even if she loathed to admit it. After all, when was there not conflict in these times?
Sirrush carried Zubaidah above the stones and shadows of the canyon below, tracing the whistle of arrow and bow-string. As she listened closely, she was able to ascertain the arrows’ direction in some rough fashion, moving closer and closer to the ever-louder whistling ahead. Zubaidah then drew her reins tight as she neared their location, lowering Sirrush onto the mountain-side, and dismounted. She would have to walk into the canyon on foot, lest an arrow make her its quiver.
It seemed that the shooting was close ahead, just around the brush-covered shoulder of a rocky hill, but the shouting was less frequent. Zubaidah guessed that both hunters and hunted were under cover, and thus could aim but sparse pot-shots at one another's refuge.
To come upon them directly, down the trail around the bottom of the canyon, would have been to expose himself to the fire of one side, and possibly of both sides. After all, in this untamed and ravenous land, it was easily conceivable that both sides of the conflict might represent interests adverse to those of herself and the Ash Company. With this idea in mind, one hand upon her spear, she made cautious progress along a steep outcrop that would hide herself from view - and stray arrows.
From the shouts and whistles, her ears trained, Zubaidah had deduced that five or even six bowmen were involved in the conflict. As for how they were divided? She could not even guess. To find out, she would have a look over the crest of the mountainside and, if the affair was none of her business, she would let them fight it out by themselves.
A spear would win her little against a bow at long distance.
And so, climbing as noiselessly as possible and keeping her spear-head in front of herself, she came presently to the crest of a narrow ridge surrounded with thick bushes. She pushed her way cautiously through the brush toward the opposite side, passing around what few rocks or bushes that barred her progress. In time, however, the brush grew thinner. Indeed, it became thin enough that she could see the opposite wall of the canyon.
A sharp whistle sounded close below her, just over the brow of the ridge. Between herself and the brow was a huge rock showing its weather-worn surface from the cliff-face twenty feet above the brush. Sure that it could cover her, she crept towards this until she lay concealed behind. She peered around its cover once she thought it was safe, looking for the parties involved in the conflict.
There were five men at the canyon’s base, wearing black and crimson garments. As she looked closer, she realised that they wore the insignia of the Blood Camels. Could it be that there was a turf-war between them and some other bandit faction? A few paces from herself was the sixth man, alone, sprawled upon his front, bow drawn tight. She could not see his face, hidden beneath the mountain’s shade, but Zubaidah saw that he was dressed in Parthevian fashion. At first, she thought that he might be a Parthy Toad, but she saw no such evidence of insignia or anything else.
She watched him for a moment. She saw that the Camels were doing all the firing, and wondered whether the man was already dead. He did not move at all.
One man then advanced from cover, moving under the rapid-fire of his four fellows, nearing the sixth man’s position. Another followed him, motioning that the three remaining should continue, covering the advance of them both.
The two men were working their way across the canyon, taking advantage of every bush and rock. They were quite close to the hiding place of the sixth man now. In another moment, he would be beset with their fire from all directions.
And then, all five men were downed with lightning speed.
The neck.
The right leg. The forehead.
The left leg. The stomach. The chest.
This man needed but six arrows to take down those five men.
And then his sights snapped onto Zubaidah.
The neck.
The right leg. The forehead.
The left leg. The stomach. The chest.
This man needed but six arrows to take down those five men.
And then his sights snapped onto Zubaidah.
340/340 | 800/1500 | 390/390
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