Rain Eveque
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- Job:
- Job Name: The Bandit Brothers
Job Rank: B
Job Location: Reim
Job Rewards: 200 XP|15,000 Huang
Job Overview: Three brothers have taken up banditry, skulking around taverns and preying upon the drunks that stumble out of them. Bring them to justice and you shall be rewarded.- Enemies:
- Enemy Name: Leo
Rank: D
Needed damage to take down: D
Abilities: Small and quick, Leo is the youngest of the brothers. He uses a blowgun as a weapon and is usually the first to strike, attempting to paralyze or disorient his target.
Stun– Leo launches a blow dart from his blowgun, paralyzing whatever limb he hits for 2 posts.
Pain Split– Leo launches two blow darts from his blowgun in rapid succession, each causing D-tier damage upon impact. These darts are tipped with a poison that causes immense pain to the limb in question, halving a target’s speed.
Enemy Name: Baleno
Rank: D
Needed damage to take down: D
Abilities: The opposite of his brother Leo, Baleno is a very rotund man with more fat than muscle. He carries a club he can do D-tier damage with.
Whack– Baleno whacks an opponent’s head with his club in an attempt to knock them out, imparting C-tier damage.
Boom Boom– Baleno swings his club in a wild arc twice, each hit he lands imparting D-tier damage.
Enemy Name: Marco
Rank: B
Needed damage to take down: A
Abilities: Marco uses a spiked ball and chain that does B-tier base damage.
Swish- Marco swings his ball and chain around him, deflecting up to B-tier damage.
Squeeze- Marco wraps the chain of his ball and chain around an opponent’s limb, immobilizing that limb and imparting C-tier damage.
Snap- Marco swings his ball and chain around rapidly, imparting B-tier damage and knocking an opponent back 5 meters.
Blood. You smell blood. Fresh, dark blood. You glance down at your hands where a cool sensation grows. Red glares back at you. It drips to the knife in your hand. The handle has streaks of blood while the blade is consumed in scarlet. Your sight falters. You force your head up toward the nearby body. It's a horrid sight that makes you almost barf. You sway, disgust climbing your throat. You want to throw up. Vaguely you suspect something is off - you're fairly certain you're usually rather insensitive to such sights. But you are too distracted by the overwhelming horror coursing through your mind to wonder about it for long. You shut your eyes tightly, not wanting to look at the twisted and deformed body any longer.
The next time he opened his eyes, his back groaned - the stone road's hard surface trampling any chance for sleeping comfortably outside. He grimaced, and - pulling himself up - smashed his fist into the wall. With a flick of his hand he drew his weapon near. His eyes fluttered open and close many times out of sleepiness. Drowsily he staggered forward, his face troubled. He placed his hand on his forehead as if nursing a painful headache. Red bangs fell chaotically into his vision as he staggered out into the street. With messy red hair swaying across his eyes, his hand to his forehead, and an unorderly gait, others clearly took it all as a sign of his (supposed) drunken state. Though not drunk in the least bit, he appeared to be.
Perhaps in one sense he truly was drunk. Drunk off the effects of a staggeringly vivid dream he dreaded to think about. It confused him, and he found it overall disturbing for reasons he could not explain. Something akin to dread pooled in his stomach as he mentally reviewed the details of the dream. The details troubled him, and they followed him all across the town. His reaction in the dream unsettled him, for gore never phased him. So why then he dreamed of such an incident. One other thing also bothered him about the dream. He squeezed his eyes in an attempt to visualize the scene. Blood. Red. Hands. Knife- wait, hands! A child's hands held the knife. So… he experienced the emotions of a child, not him? But why did he dream of a child?
He sighed, exhausted of remembering yet unable to forget his dream. He needed beer, he decided. He dragged his feet to a nearby tavern, tiredly walked up to the bartender, and ordered a beer. With a beer in hand he plopped down on a stool to dowse down the beer. He quickly finished the first one, and, finding his mind still wandering, ordered another beer. By the time he staggered out the bar, he had doused his system in many bottles of beer. As a result, he barely managed to dodge the two darts which suddenly flew at him. He turned to face the trio and grinned. Though laden with drunkenness he spun quickly.
"How kind of you to offer yourselves up. Hehe, I've been quite bored y'know."
He staggered forward, using his spear to keep himself from falling.
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