- Job: The Watering Hole - Battle for the Beer!
Player Requirements: single or team. 3 B rank and 2 C rank mage max for team. 30 post minimum and 350 words per post.
Job Location: Mountain village
Job Description: "Damn it! I need some people I can rely on, people I know and trust. My tavern is being attacked nearly every day and night by some bastards who tasted my beer and got hooked on it! If they manage to steal my beer they might copy the formula and ruin me! My bouncers and some helpful travelers have been good so far, but I'm running out of time!
Please help me! If you can stop them all, kill or beat them to a pulp I don't care, I'll reward you handsomely! If you can do it without breaking any of my barrels you'll get even more! These people are getting on my last nerve and I really need people!
- Defeat all invading Beer Stealers
- Prevent all the beer from being stolen
Enemies: Beer Stealers
Magic: Dark and Gun Magic
Weak: Hired Thug- Being paid by the boss to assist in the stealing, these thugs have no magical use but carry a large arsenal of different types of guns; making them dangerous for any unwary foe.
Normal:Alcoholic Mage- a poor excuse for a mage, but one none the less, they are well skilled at dark magic and could do severe damage to those who do not take them seriously.
Strong:Moonshiner apprentice- still learning the ways of the moonshine, these people are nothing to be trifled with; they can use both dark magic and gun magic without a problem, alternating between the two.
Boss: Gragas, the Moonshiner- A very large ten foot behemoth of a man with a body to match. His body has a diameter of 2 and a half meters, reaching about seven to eight feet wide. He would wear no shirt, and wear only overalls made for his specific size. He has a large brown beard and mustauch stained from his home made brew. Despite being large structure, he is quite fast and has amazing strength. He carries around a large double barrel shot gun with barrels half the size of his arms, and almost as wide as his fist. He is well adept to using some magic as well, and is normally seen carrying a large Cask on his back for long trips away from home to restock.
Abilities: Gragas can channel magic into his body to give him a heavy charge, rushing towards his targets with an unstoppable force to smash through trees, large boulders, and sometimes break down reinforced metal doors.
Shotgun Frenzy: Using his shotgun, and channeling some magic into it, Gragas lets out a large consistent spray of dark matter that destroys defense before dealing burning damage to his targets.
Cask explosion: Getting angered enough to the point of throwing one of his many Casks on his person, Gragas fills it up with dark magic and hurls it towards his targets, creating an explosion large enough to knock anything not bolted to the ground five meters away, dealing significant blunt damage.
Refill: Grags pulls out one of his Casks and takes a giant swig of his home made Moon Shine, powering himself up with it being tainted by dark magic. It refills up his stamina, and increases his physical attack power by double for a short duration (Three posts)
Reward: 15,000 Jewels
’Right, this time I’m taking the paper with me…but which one?’ It wasn’t often Mao found herself at the job board considering an assignment. The last couple of times she chose for herself ended up in disaster one way or another, only the most recent time trustworthy with her tampered memory. In her defense though she’d been so eager to get out of the Sabertooth floating castle to avoid someone that she’d accidentally forgotten the request at the bar and ultimately ended up doing a separate assignment entirely (while through some amazing means, the other person ended up performing her job in her stead).
Eager to avoid that fiasco again – especially if it ended up with her pitted against one of her greatest weaknesses again, Mao continued to peruse the board until one struck out at her. Gently unpinning the paper her eyes roved over the page with a sigh. ’I can’t really call last time a failure, but it wasn’t exactly a success either.’ Sure she and Fred managed to scare off the moonshiners and recipe thieves through his sheer anger and scary wrath, however they may have accidentally caused enough damage to the bar itself that the owner withheld their payment to fix the place back up. It would seem he’d gotten it up and running again, yet the trouble must’ve returned all the same.
But who to ask?
’If they swarm I don’t think I could hold them all off…but…I can’t just bring Nocshanks either.’ The girl winced, knowing the sheer sight of her horned canine companion would set the client on edge. Nocshanks could rampage quite brilliantly, so if she brought him along it’d help as long as he stayed far away enough not to damage the bar, which could still spell trouble for her. ’No it’d be better to bring someone along I think. Just in case after all. Maybe someone intimidating? If they look strong or scary enough maybe the people will just give up? If we have two scary things guarding the place this might work better, because it was a bit hard to tell with Frederick until you got too close, and by then it was too late…’
Pale green eyes flitted about the place, jumping from one person to the next as she struggled. It felt mean to be so judgmental about appearances for one thing, knowing how nice a lot of the people here could be, and at the same time knowing she’d have to actually approach them and suggest they do a job together. ’If I were more useful this wouldn’t be so hard,’ Mao sighed, rereading the page again as if to delay the inevitable before looking back up, ’but then again it IS something I’m working on too so…’
The woman paused, head tilting a bit, ’That’s a rather large sword…can he really wield that?’ Staring at the man’s back, she couldn’t very well recall who he might be, sure that such a large weapon would be hard to misplace in her memory banks surely. ’Unless it’s someone else I’ve forgotten? Oh gods what if they know me already and I waltz up acting like a stranger? What if it upsets them? Oh dear…’ She really didn’t want to upset anyone else, knowing a couple of faces that’d been distraught or confused at her lack of recognition. Still, she needed help…and just the sight of that sword would have people second guessing their will to attack someone wielding it…’And I can’t figure out what I’ve lost if I just avoid it all the time. Maybe they’re someone I haven’t properly met anyhow?’ Approaching the man from behind, she cleared her throat lightly, ”Erm…excuse me? I’m sorry if you’re busy so feel free to say no but…would you be able to accompany me on a job, perhaps? Possibly? It’s fine if you can’t.”
There she went, bumbling her words and fidgeting, now unable to look at him as leaps and bounds of awkwardness filled her person, the girl’s eyes flitting about as she fought any telling tail twitches. ’Wait…he does look a little familiar…shit!’ Oh gods, here she’d gone to the trouble of avoiding something with fire in the job, only to belatedly realize she’d asked one of the primary fire users of the guild for help. ’Damn it, I’m an idiot!’ she mentally cried, ’I won’t be able to support him well at all….’ Mao barely refrained from deflating visibly, instead keeping that nervous can’t-look-you-in-the-eyes visage.