- Job Description:
- Job: Everything is Permitted
Player Requirements: 2-4 Dark Mages, C-Ranks or higher.
Job Requirements: 15 Posts per player, 250 words per post min
Job Description: A Major of the Rune Knights is visiting his home town of River Village. I want you to kill him by any means necessary, you don't have to fight him head on. In fact I wouldn't recommend it, but it would be quite impressive if you did, it'd also be a great show of our power. In any case at the end of the day, The Major needs to be dead.
Weak: 50 Civilians - A group of 50 civilians who will see a dark mage and instantly flee. Essentially a dummy roll.
4 Rune Knights - Each of these takes a B rank hit to bring down
Attacks: Sword Slash - Basic Sword Slash
4 C-Rank Mages - Each of these takes a B rank to bring down. Their spells do C rank damage alone, but they will combine their spells to do B rank damage.
Attacks: Earth, Fire, Wind and Water mages.
Strong: 2 B-Rank Mages - Spells do B rank damage. They take five B ranks to bring down.
Attacks: Light mages who specialise in illusions
Boss: Rune Knight Major - The Major specialises in requipping various weapons, most notable spears and lances, and using powerful fire magic through them to devastate his opponents. He takes a full fifteen B ranks to bring down. He is an A rank mage and does B rank physical damage and A rank magical damage. However, if you sneak attack him then this is reduced to only 5 B ranks
Reward: 15k per mage
It's like I'm screaming ,
and no one can hear.
A sigh escaped her parted lips as her pale hand lifted, using the back as a rag to wipe off the crimson liquid that stained her bloodless skin. As she scrubbed it off, the red stayed behind, giving color to her skin; something that she utterly despised. The other, fairly thin hand raised before shoving itself with the red pocket that lay around her waist, escaping only to reveal a long piece of black cloth. Lifting her hand subtly, she tied the cloth around the gash located on her right arm, through which blood oozed out. Shots of pain tingled through her body, and yet, she seemed completely unaffected. Her mind wandered to the exact moment when the silver blade grazed her skin, letting a crimson tide of blood flow out; this had made her rather angry.
Her anger was possibly the only logical explanation as to why there were five men lying in front of her, lifelessly, as if their souls had been drained out or rather, cut open. Each one of those men was stained with fresh scars along with blood that adorned their bodies. Her crimson hues traveled to the ground, observing in satisfaction at her work of art. The five men had all lost internal organs that lay splattered on the ground, staining it with their unwanted blood.
She flicked the blade that was clutched into her hand, watching as the blood splattered on the ground in a smooth motion, before sheathing it. Her gaze finally landed onto a piece of paper, sticking out from one of the pockets located on the blonde haired man's shirt. Her leg lifted and kicked the body in the abdomen, making it lie onto the ground, his face finally beneath the sunlight after death so brutally invited him into the depths of hell; but alas, the sunlight was yet again blocked by the thin figure of the female as she reached out for the white crumbled sheet and glided her gaze over it.
A ghost of a smirk formed on her lips as she continued staring at the invite at an execution, which she was rather determined to perform herself.