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    The Rabbit in the Hole (Zachariah|Solo)

    Lemony.Boy
    Lemony.Boy

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    Lineage : Brute of Fiore
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    Post by Lemony.Boy 9th March 2019, 2:04 pm

    Job Description:
    Job Title: The Rabbit In The Hole.
    Rank: C Rank
    Player Requirements: 3,000 words total
    Job Requirements: At Least One C rank mage or higher or two D-ranks.
    Job Location: Spooky Forest
    Job Description:
    While out yourself or your party is confronted by a talking rabbit who possesses an abnormal magical signature. It’s name and gender are up to you, however it will plead for your help saving the forest it lives in from an intruder who recently took up residence and is trying to kick everyone else out of the woods. Once you accept the mission the hare will guide you to the Spooky Forest, where you have to fight through the fleeing animals in order to save their home.
    Enemies:
    Weak: Small Panicked Forest Creatures X 6
    Squirrel’s, rabbits, anything tiny, they appear in large numbers fleeing the forest, but they don’t do anything besides melee damage, and they go down in one hit of any rank.


    Normal: Medium Panicked Forest Creatures X 4
    Thing’s more resembling sheep, wolves and lion’s, they deal d rank damage and take at least 2 hits of C rank damage to take down.


    Strong: Large Panicked Forest Creatures X2
    Beasts like volcans and lizardmen, huge beasts that can do C rank damage with each hit and take at least three hits of this same rank to take down!


    Boss: Out Of Control Tree Marionette:;
    Clearly this was once the result of marionette magic being used on a tree from the spooky forest. However? Now it seems to have a mind of it’s own and is wrecking everything it sets its eyes upon. This monster deals C rank damage and takes 5 C rank hits to down.


    Reward:
    C-rank exp
    5k Jewels
    Gate Key: Lepus The Hare (Celestial Wizard’s Only)

    The Rabbit in the Hole: Part I



    As much as he detested the Spooky Forest, for its lack of color and liveliness and lack of light, Zachariah needed to obtain some key herbs for his home.  Though, an eerie tug at his mind made him wander there alone.  Something called him to the forest this evening, as if destiny meant for him to be here.  He brought only a lantern and warm gloves, and a mask over his mouth to keep some of his face warm.  Of the few times he had visited the forest, he could never bring himself to conjure courage before entering.  The blackened, but still very much living woods and flowers.  They sang to him in his mind, and he followed their ghostly concert down the forest path.  The lantern’s fiery light brightened the path with a dim, rusty color.  Though, the wind bit at him through his jacket still, lightless and chilling.  A hazy mist hung over the forest canopy the further he wandered down.  Zachariah carried on until he found the grove of black hyssop and tea leaves.  He knelt down to stuff them into the burlap sacks of his pack, only to find some leaves torn and bitten in places.  He removed his glove to examine it further, learning that the bites were quite recent.  In the brush around him, rustles and waves of magical pressure emanated.  Zachariah steadily rose and assumed a fighting stance.  His fingers glowed evanescently in assorted colors, dripping with a pointed tip.  He flicked his wrist and launched a golden Prismatic Dart into the bushes.  It illuminated the bushes like a lamppost, but nothing exited from its leaves.

    Zachariah knelt down to examine further and parted the leaves to see what was inside.  The dart had nailed a thicker branch in the bush, but another, eerily purple glow could be seen farther back.  Zachariah walked around and found a white rabbit hiding behind a mossy log.  He let out a sigh of relief and went back to herb picking, when a voice called to him.  Zachariah dismissed the voice, thinking it was a trick of the wind, but it called out to him again.

    “Mage,” it muttered, “mage!”

    Zachariah shot around suddenly, charging up Morning Star and holding it in his hand.  It was bad enough he was on edge in the Spooky Forest, and he might have lit up the entirety of the woods with his magic.  He looked down at something nibbling at his pant leg, and saw the same rabbit from earlier.  “What in the…”

    The rabbit had a magic symbol on its side that glowed purple, and Zachariah realized what had called him to the forest in the first place.  He hastily extinguished the Morning Star he had compacted and stared blankly at the creature.  “Finally, someone has answered my call,” it stated.  “I need your help.  The forest is in danger.”

    Zachariah, a bit wary of the rabbit, picked it up and held it to eye level.  “Are you cursed?” he asked.  “Why did you call me here?”

    The rabbit did not squirm in his hands, but stood upright in his palms.  “An evil force has conjured itself in the forest.  We are all in danger.”

    Zachariah felt a pang of guilt in his chest.  He hated this forest, but could not bear to see the animals in danger.  "Explain what happened, I’ll do my best to help you.”

    “Excellent!” the rabbit exclaimed and leapt from his hands.

     “Someone is trying to evict us from the forest, but this is our only home.  I will show you to where it is.”  The creature bounded away, but left glowing footprints in its wake.  Zachariah picked up his pace and followed it deeper into the foliage.  From his last job, he was somewhat familiar with the forest.  He became nervous as they approached the wolves’ den from his previous mission, but the rabbit lead him deeper.  When they passed, he noticed that no new wolves had taken residence and worry filled his heart.  “Faster!” the rabbit begged, and he lifted his knees a bit more.

    “Wait!” Zachariah cried, “something’s coming.”

     The rabbit leapt and hid behind his legs, and Zachariah listened carefully to the sound of stampeding animals.  A mix of small game lunged out from the dark, and Zachariah lifted his arms in protection.  They bit at his hands and shoes, and he tossed the lantern down at them.  Its glow brightened enough for him to see the animals; squirrels and rodents in panic.  He synthesized a rainbow of Prismatic Darts and tossed them in several directions.  Squirrels in the canopy above were suddenly nailed to their respective branches, and rodents were practically crucified by the sharp beams.  The colored shafts pegged the creatures and left glowing red blotches across the forest floor, then steamed and left a neon mist in the air.  The rabbit at his side peaked out and did not seem disheveled by the visage of dead game, but instead hopped over the corpses and carried on.

    “We have to go deeper,” it said.  “Deeper into the forest.”

    Zachariah cautiously scanned the forest.  “Will you be safe to travel ahead of me?”

    “I have made this trip several times already, as I have been searching for a wizard for many days now.  I will be fine, especially with you here,” it explained.

    “What are you, anyways,” Zachariah questioned.  “A spirit?”

    “I am Lepus, the hare and guardian of the forest.  But my magic has been drained by something evil,” it continued.  “Please, we must hurry.”

    Zachariah nodded and followed in a hasty jog.  The ground began to moisten and squelch beneath him, muddy and mossy.  The mist became lighter, but they began to approach a swamp-like section of the forest, and Lepus came to a halt at the foot of a vine-covered pond.

    “It’s dangerous here,” it warned, then hid in the brush behind Zachariah once again.   He brightened the lantern and hung it on a branch at the bank of the pond, seeing the glowing eyes of horned creatures and big cats approaching him.  He extended his hands and summoned the Spatial Reflector spell, and two Morning Stars in his hands, ready for a battle.


    Part I WC: 1038/3000


    Last edited by Lemony.Boy on 9th March 2019, 11:06 pm; edited 1 time in total
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    Post by Lemony.Boy 9th March 2019, 11:06 pm

    Part II


    The mountain lions circled around, trying to flank him, but he tossed a Morning Star into the water and erupted a geyser of light from it.  Heated droplets steamed and bounced from his skin, and the mountain lions recoiled back from the flash.  Zachariah summoned as many Prismatic Darts as he could, flinging them into the lion to his right.  Red, orange and yellow rods of light nailed its legs, but the cat merely shrugged the attack off as a scratch.  It pounced on him, but Zachariah ducked out of the way.  Its claws cut him in the shoulder, but he replied with a hot orange blast of a Morning Star in its side.  The lion flew into the other, and Zachariah singed them together with another Star, brightened by the Reflector.

    “I think it’s safe—Ack!” he grunted.  A goat with rather large horns mauled him from the back, and he recoiled into the dirt.  His jacket became dirtied with mud and leaves, as were his pants and hair and gloves.  Save for his shoes, which seemed to remain clean from all angles except the soles.  Zachariah got to his feet as the goat reared up to charge at him again.  His skin glowed with a prismatic film and a spell circle illuminated beneath his feet.  He suplexed the goat into submission, catching it by the horns and piledriving it into the ground.  Magic surged through his veins, heightening his speed and strength.  With he Lightspeed Beatdown active, he picked up Lepus and sprinted deeper into the forest until he lost his glow.  They stopped at a clearing, where the moonlight gleamed onto his body.  The pale light was refreshing, but he sat on a stump to regain some of his breath.  “Are we any closer?”

    “We are…but this is what you might call a dangerous shortcut,” Lepus said.  Zachariah’s ears cocked up at the sound of another duo of mountain lions, snarling and eyes dilated.  Though, two forest creatures arrived from the darkness, dwarfing the mountain lions tenfold.  A pair of werewolves let out a ferocious cry, claws and fangs bared.

    “Lepus! Hide now!”
    Zachariah cried, then leapt as high as he could into the air, bright moon behind him.  Lepus ducked into the knothole of a tree, shielding itself from the night.  Zachariah tapped deep into his magic reserve, summoning a concave Spatial Reflector around him.  The light around him distorted and shimmered like water.  The reflection of the new moon hung over his shoulder, caught in the Spatial Reflector around him.  As he came down, a spell circle opened overhead.  Neon violet burst around him and singed the fauna and flora around him.   The Spatial Reflector around him fizzled and shattered in glowing decomposing light.  In the blinding light, a flurry of Morning Stars fell like artillery shells and exploded in the faces of the werewolves.  The mountain lions were fried immediately, though the werewolves remained standing.  They wobbled and fell on all fours, now more feral than before.  Zachariah screamed with power and extended his hands.  A bright yellow spell circle trapped both werewolves in its grasp, and they suddenly disappeared into the dark.

    Zachariah casted the Void Division spell over the wolves, forcing light out of the area temporarily.  Orbs of compacted light photons hung around the wolves’ original position, vibrating with energy.  Zachariah closed his fists and swung his arms in a cross, and light collapsed in a great tide of gold.  The wolves shrieked and fell.  Their hair was totally bleached white and burnt in some places.  “We’re safe!” he shouted in between heavy, puffing breaths.  Lepus leapt down from the knothole and hopped onto the stump in the center.  It sniffed the air, then nodded its head.

    “Impressive, mage,” it said.  “Catch your breath for now.”

    “Thank you,” he replied.  “How close are we to the epicenter?”

    “Not too far now,” answered Lepus.  The two sat in silence, listening to the wind.  Groans in the distance, followed by an intense radiation of magical energy hung in the air.  “Do you sense that as well, mage?”

    Zachariah focused and stared in the direction of the sound.  “Yeah…I do.”

    “You’ll need to build your magic back up before this battle.  I can tell it takes quite a toll on your body.”

    “Lost magic,” Zachariah admitted.  “It’s quite costly.”

    “But, when you master it you will be quite powerful.”

    Zachariah nodded his head.  “I suppose so.”

    He sat down on a log and stared up at the new moon.  The cold wind died down, but the ambient air was still cool and quite moist.  Vapor clung to his hair and weighed it down in thick curls.  The moonlight shined through his hair, giving it color and life.  Lepus waited patiently, nibbling on grass.  “Do you happen to have those black tea leaves with you still?” it asked, sniffing at his pockets.  Zachariah sighed and pulled out the burlap sack, plucking a few from inside and placing them on the ground.  “And the hyssop?”

    Zachariah shook his head.  “No, I need that for my garden back home.”

    Lepus groaned and started for the path once again.  “Fine, let’s head on then, shall we?”

    “I thought you’d never ask.”

    Lepus lead Zachariah in what felt like circles, constantly sniffing at the ground and turning them back around.  Zachariah, having forgotten the lantern at their last bout, casted a ray of light in his hand.  It glowed yellow and left their long shadows behind them.  Lepus stood on its hind legs and stared forward.  The path forked before them, with dense fog on either side.  Zachariah shot Prism darts through it, but even their glow was lost in the fog.  “That’s no ordinary fog.  It feels like it eats up magic,” he commented.  “This must be it.”  Lepus tentatively stepped down the path to the right, and Zachariah simply followed the glowing footsteps.  The two of them walked in focused silence.  An eerie, macabre feeling waded in the fog, though neither of them could make out where it came from.


    Total WC: 2051/3000
    Lemony.Boy
    Lemony.Boy

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    Lineage : Brute of Fiore
    Position : None
    Posts : 189
    Guild : Errings Rising
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 10,343

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    Post by Lemony.Boy 11th March 2019, 5:16 pm

    Part III: Finale


    Even with Zachariah’s magic light, both him and Lepus could not see more than a few feet in front of them.  Though, Lepus’s glowing footprints still allowed him to follow well enough.  As of now, Zachariah relied on the animal’s acute sense of smell and hearing.  His sensitivity to magic was suppressed by the fog, too, and his own five senses were not as reliable as the hare’s.  Lepus lead Zachariah through the fog, following the dirt path as they crunched over branches and wilted things.  The soil was tough and dry beneath their feet and provided a good bounce to Zachariah’s step.  Lepus seemed pained by each step, hobbling weakly along.  Two shadows crept along side them that were not their own, and Zachariah kept a watchful eye on them.  They appeared humanoid, but ridges lined the tops of their heads and a thick tail protruded behind their feet.  The growls of something inhuman and scrape of claws across the dirt alerted him, but he focused harder on Lepus.  The hare seemed to be picking up its step, and Zachariah followed with quick steps.  “What are we looking for?” he asked, but the rabbit remained silent.  “Lepus?”

    The glowing footsteps came to a halt, and the rabbit stood on its hind legs to smell the air.  Rather than quick sniffs, it maintained a long, single breath.  Zachariah scanned the fog in front of him, but could not see what Lepus saw.  The silhouette of a leafy vine whipped from the east and swept the rabbit up in a sudden ruse, too fast for Zachariah to react.  Then, the lizardmen lunged from both sides.  Zachariah, caught off guard by the commotion, turned to face the lizardmen.  He ducked beneath the swing of their wooden spears and somersaulted between their synchronized strikes.  “Lepus!” he cried, but the hare’s voice was quite far away.  So, he stood his ground against the lizardmen before him and shined in the fog.  The spell circle opened beneath his feet and he moved at blinding speed, pummeling the lizardmen with a Lightspeed Beatdown.  Their skin was tough and rough on his fists, but Zachariah was faster and stronger.

    With each blow, he loaded his fists with a Prism Dart and jabbed it into the chinks of their scales.  Their fought back, but Zachariah was practically dancing before them, ducking and punishing with great agility.  He picked up his feet and planted it into the beast’s chest, then ran up its body and clenched its neck between his thighs.  It quickly succumbed and fell with a satisfying crunch.  Zachariah and the other lizardman faced off, and he quickly found the spear flying between his eyes.  His hands moved instinctively and grasped the weapon just before the tip.  It cracked and snapped in his grip, and Zachariah proceeded to turn the lizardman into a glowing pincushion.  The full neon rainbow pinned its skin in rows up and down its body, wrapping thrice.  It collapsed, Prism Darts shattering underneath its weight.  Zachariah sprung forward, searching for Lepus’s glowing footprints or mark in the mist.  He ran and stumbled over tree roots and logs, but could find no purple mark or footprint.  Forest game nibbled at his side, but a mere flash of a Prism Dart sent it packing in the night.  He wandered and wandered, searching any sign of the hair.  He felt as if he had been circling the entire perimeter of the woods, but saw leafy vines on the ground and decided to follow.  They were strewn across branches and across the marsh-water.  And one of the vines had been nibbled, but Lepus was nowhere to be seen.   “Lepus?” he called.  “Lepus?!” he called again, louder, but could not here the creature’s squeak or whine.  Zachariah swore at himself, and continued searching.

    He rejoiced when he saw the glowing footsteps again, like tiny purple paws on the forest floor.  He held up light and illuminated a string of light over it.  The footsteps were far apart, as if Lepus had been running away from something.  The farther he followed, the more he noticed its struggling steps.  The ground beneath him was also moist and unsteady.  Mud tracked across the cuffs of his pant legs, but he chased after the footprints nonetheless.  His light quickly faded, but was enough for him to track the footsteps all the way to a clear-aired swamp in what appeared to be the heart of the forest.  A small island in the center of the swamp held a large, vined willow tree.  Logs were displaced around the bank of the water, and stumps inside the moat lead up to the island like a haphazard staircase.  Zachariah could see Lepus’s glow from behind the tree and lunged over each stump.  Though, the closer he got to the tree, the more he saw it twisting and reconstructing itself.  He heard growls from each side of him and caught a glimpse of a trio of alligator-men.  Two were armed with wooden spears, and one leapt out of the water with a swampy bow and arrow.  Zachariah quickly dodged the oncoming arrows and returned four Prism darts its way, severing the bows string.  The other two alligator-men stood on the stumps behind and in front of him.

    When they swung, he leapt into the air and grabbed onto a branch, hoisting himself up and standing atop it.  He steadied his breath and called for his magic, and a bright ray of sunlight in the night rained upon him, and in his hands was the powerful Bifrost Blade.  The katana lit up the swamp, and he leapt down with blinding speed.  The glow of his skin heightened his reflexes once again, and he quickly sliced through each gator with ease.  The remaining one swung its fists at him, but in the end was cut as well.  But, when Zachariah stood to rest for a minute, the tree swiveled its trunk.  Pointed tendrils of wood came his way, but Zachariah quickly cut through each of them with the Realm Cutter.  The bark rained upon him in harmless chunks, and he leapt and cleaved through each of the roots, leaving behind only fresh, steaming stumps.  Vines lashed at him from behind, but he singed them with the Ultraviolent Flash and advanced forward, searching for Lepus.  He caught a glimpse of the rabbit caught in its knothole when the tree turned its face to him.  A ghastly, sickening face was drawn in the bark, and it struck again from below.  The roots were to thick for the Realm Cutter and struck him in the front.  He flew into the dirt, but somersaulted to his feet.

    The monster launched its roots at him again, but this time Zachariah focused and cut through all of them.  His sword glowed brightly, and he unleashed the Lotus Eater on the entirety of the tree.  The blade’s rainbow flames clung to the tree’s branches and ate away until the leaves had all been corroded away.  For the finishing blow, he dismissed the sword and deactivated his Lightspeed.  He synthesized a Spatial Reflector and focused both hands forward.  He concentrated and summoned the Spectral Drill, which pierced the tree and flew into the night sky.  He felt the magic ease up on the forest, and the fog around disappeared.  Lepus hobbled down and greeted him.  “Thank you, mage,” it said.  “You have freed us.”

    Zachariah blushed in the faint moonlight.  At least now he could leave this wretched forest.  “Of course,” he said, walking out.  “Take care.”

    Total WC: 3,311/3000

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