Graded [Isekai Hell] September 2023 World Training Event

[Novama]

Mentions: Sepokku DSLIX Perdict TheTimePiece gmimperfecti Femboy Gwen_Temi Voider SilverFeathers Swagkage Tattletale Elvario Gaius Danius Griinia saxon
OOC: the event will end at the end of the month. Those that accomplish all the tasks by then will be certified. Those that don't make it probably aren't good fits for worlds. There are a lot of folk so rp as much or as little as you like but delay getting stuff done at your own peril. Ask any and all questions. Communicate. There are no posting rounds nor post order until i say there is.
Time: 8:00am
Weather: clear blue skies with the occasional lazy white puff. cool, comfortable temperatures for the morning.
Cooldown:
TLDR: All characters are gathered in the training hall of an adventurer's guild location. They are given their first assignment with more to follow upon completion.
Post Listening:

Adventurer's Guild Training Hall

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Within the heart of the Adventurer's Guild, the Training Hall resonated with the energy of countless ambitions. Though separated from the main entry hall by stout wooden doors, its purpose was unmistakably clear. Here, in this vast space, adventurers honed their skills and proved their worth.

High ceilings allowed for the chandeliers to cast a warm, golden light upon the room. Various targets awaited challengers. The melee targets, constructed of durable leather and thick straw, took on the appearance of formidable foes, designed to withstand the mightiest of strikes. The ranged targets were discs of vibrant colors, floating and swaying unpredictably, challenging the precision of archers. And for the spellcasters, the magic targets shimmered, crafted from materials known to absorb and dissipate even the most potent of arcane energies.

Master Elandril, the Proctor of the Test, stood poised at the center of the hall. His silver hair flowed like a river, and his eyes, filled with wisdom, surveyed the gathered adventurers. His robes, intricately embroidered with symbols of power, whispered tales of past trials and triumphs.

"You have come," Elandril began, his voice filling the hall, "to prove your worth. Here, within these walls, legends are born. Success in this training permits you to ascend within our guild, allowing you to embrace challenges of greater peril and reward."

He continued, "Your first task is twofold: first, select a target that aligns with your strengths. Then, wielding the pinnacle of your abilities, strike it. This trial is not only of power but of judgment. For in choosing a target beyond your capabilities, you risk not just failure but revealing a lack of understanding of your own limits."

The room pulsed with anticipation. Here, in this hallowed hall, destinies would be shaped, and futures forged.

 

[Swagkage]

^{Character Sheet C3BEE6}

SASUKE BLACKHEART
^{Standing [F Grade Character] Titles [Construct, Homunculus, Visitor] Point Booster [Narrative Booster F]}​

In the heart of the Adventurer's Guild's Training Hall, Sasuke Blackheart stood amidst a sea of aspiring heroes, the golden light casting an aura of determination upon them all. The words of Master Elandril resonated through the hall, setting the stage for their first trial.

He surveyed the room, taking in the varied races and unique abilities that comprised their group. It was a testament to the world's diversity, a world where heroes could come from all walks of life. With a dramatic flair befitting a main character in a grand narrative, Sasuke stepped forward, his non-existent mask of the raven concealing his emotions. "Greetings, fellow adventurers," he began, his voice carrying a hint of gravitas. "Let us not falter in the face of this challenge, for within these trials, legends are forged."

Acknowledging each adventurer with a nod of respect, he continued, "I am Sasuke Blackheart, and it is an honor to stand among you. Let us embrace this challenge with open arms, for it is but the first step on our path to greatness."

Despite his dramatic words, Sasuke was acutely aware of his limitations. He yearned to be an offensive powerhouse, but the truth was, his talents lay elsewhere. Humility, he understood, was a weapon of its own. He could not allow his aspirations to blind him to the realities of his capabilities.

As Master Elandril's instructions sank in, Sasuke contemplated his choice of target. He knew that impulsivity could lead to disaster, and he was not one to underestimate the importance of judgment. He couldn't help but think of his journey from a hopeful teenager named Eric White to the shadowy figure he had become. The path he had chosen was not one of heroism, but it was a path he had to walk, regardless of its darkness.

Taking a step back from the crowd, Sasuke began a series of deliberate stretches, his movements slow and purposeful. He looked around, his gaze meeting the eyes of his fellow adventurers. "Does anyone wish to go ahead?" he asked, his tone measured. "I must limber up before I take my shot. But fret not, for I shall follow soon after. Let us all remember that in this challenge, we are not just proving our strength, but our wisdom as well."

In the midst of his preparation, Sasuke couldn't help but think that perhaps there was a hero within him yet, waiting for the right moment to emerge. But for now, he would embrace this challenge with all the humility and determination he could muster, for the Training Hall held the promise of transformation, and legends were born from the trials of destiny.

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[Elvario]

Deliverance

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Elysia Wentworth from Shiei no Sona-Nyl ~What a beautiful memories~

Mentions: Novama
Languages: Common | [Terran] | {Sylvan}

He wasn't entirely sure why he'd signed up for the adventurer's guild's training, but somehow his gut feeling told him it might be advantageous for his Ethereal research. That suspicion felt accepted when he looked upon the ethereal looking roof of the training hall. He didn't like how busy it was though, but he'd have to live with it.

He listened to the man in charge. It sound a bit like a tutorial for a video game, didn't it? He'd never really had an opportunity to play one in his past life, but he'd heard of them. This type of motivational speech and alignment talk vibed with his idea of a roleplaying game, he could at least confirm that much. He wondered if that meant he'd be able to breeze through this better if he played the part as well. Perhaps thinking of this as going through a tutorial was the way to do it? He figured it was worth a shot.

Oh? A target that aligned with their strengths. The magic targets it was then. He doubted they meant 'alignment' as in 'what you can destroy best', so he'd play it safe and just unload some magic onto the shimmering targets. It was a bit surprising to be asked to go all-out from the get-go, but he didn't mind. It'd likely save some time overall. The only thing that made him hesitate for a moment was the warning of choosing a target beyond their capabilities. He doubted these targets were made to be destroyed easily, so should he just try to destroy a melee one with magic instead? Probably not. Perhaps it was just to ensure folk wouldn't get fancy and try to swing an archery disk with a melee weapon? He figured that's what he put his money on. This was a 'tutorial' after all, so he doubted it'd start with triple-trick questions right off the bat.

As he was thinking, he could hear some odd fellow chatter in the background, but he cared not for the latter's words. He'd rather focus on the task at hand.

He headed over to the magic targets, taking out his catalyst and speaking a short chant, after which he raised his arm to cast [Ethereal Blight D].

Ethereal Blight D – Magic D, Magic Range F, Magic Targets F, Ethereal [Blight] Affinity, Focus F – Character uses [Ethereal] Blight magic against up to 5 targets within 30 ft. Blight adds 1 damage if effective. Grade D – 2 Post Cooldown.

Five colourful orbs made their way to five of the magic targets.

That said, he suddenly recalled they were asked to show the pinnacle of their abilities. Multiple. So perhaps just once wouldn't be enough? It'd be better to be safe than to be sorry, so he fired another 5 bolts directly after the first five with [Ethereal Blight E].

Ethereal Blight E – Magic E, Magic Range F, Magic Targets F, Ethereal [Blight] Affinity, Focus F – Character uses [Ethereal] Blight magic against up to 5 targets within 30 ft. Blight adds 1 damage if effective. - Grade E – 1 Post Cooldown.

He'd be inclined to cast just one more time (use a third action), were it not for the fact that he was too far away to hit the targets with raw magic and lacked the focus to move and cast his spells in rapid succession.

Cooldowns
D – 0/2
E – 0/1

Action 1: Ethereal Blight D – 5 Magic Targets
Action 2: Ethereal Blight E – 5 Magic Targets
Action 3: None

 

[Gwen_Temi]

Naomi Plumfoot​

Novama Swagkage Elvario

“Yeah. I’ll give it a shot,” Naomi replied to Blackheart.

Another day, another test.

Though, it wasn’t like Naomi could complain much. Here in this new world, where study equated to magical power, she found herself growing excited with every opportunity to test her developing abilities. But, given the proctor’s words, it wasn’t just her mystical prowess that was being examined here, today.

Before the applicants stood three kinds of targets. Highly-mobile ranged targets whose elevation and speed would make them hard to hit. Heavily armored melee targets designed to withstand harsh strikes from weapons. And mystical targets capable of neutralizing magic. Today, just as she had on every mission she’d been on before, she would think of herself as one member on a team rather than someone who needed to face every threat alone.

Making her usefulness on a team apparent to the proctors was the primary goal as far as she saw it.

Naomi could surmise that enemies designed to dissipate magical attacks were the worst matchup for her. The young wizard was confident in her ability to strike an agile target, but not if they could fly and potentially elevate themselves beyond her range. Given her particular abilities, she felt it best to direct her efforts towards the stationary target of leather and straw and leave the magic nullifying targets to the more… physical warriors.

She walked over to one of the melee targets, brought up her guard, summoned two hard-light fists, then used [Wizard Combo E] on her target without hesitation.

Summary
1. Used [Wizard Combo E] on a "Melee" Target.​

Wizard Combo E- Magic E, Light Affinity F, Accuracy F, Penetrating F, Energized E, Knockback F- Naomi assumes a boxing “high guard”, summons two hard-light fists that move in tandem with her own, and unleashes a rapid barrage of six brutal strikes upon a target with her Arcane Fists to bludgeon them to death and send them hurtling away.- 5ft range- Grade E- 0 post cooldown.

 

[Swagkage]

^{Character Sheet C3BEE6}

SASUKE BLACKHEART
^{Standing [F Grade Character] Titles [Construct, Homunculus, Visitor] Point Booster [Narrative Booster F]}​

As Sasuke Blackheart stood amidst his fellow adventurers, he appreciated the brief response from Naomi, but he held no qualms for Delivarence who chose silence, realizing that their focus was likely consumed by the task at hand. He understood that his earlier outburst had been born of ignorance.

With a humble resolve, he observed those who had taken on the challenge before him, not knowing their names but acknowledging the capabilities they wielded. The silent blond fae male, who conjured ethereal bolts of magic, caught his attention as his attacks streaked through the air with precision.

But it was Naomi who truly inspired him. She, an unassuming brown-haired girl, wielded light magic in a way that defied convention. Her arcane fists of light magic were not those of a typical mage, but of a combatant, aggressive and unwavering as they homed in on her target.

Drawing upon their techniques and his own unique skills, Sasuke sought to create something different, something that merged his capabilities into a singular force. It was a challenge he had set for himself, a pinnacle of his current abilities.

Closing his eyes and forcefully planting a foot forward, Sasuke chanted a short incantation, his voice faint but resonating with dramatic fervor, "Echoes of existence, reveal thy secrets. Sensory Synthesis..."

With his stomp and incantation, he sent echoes both through the ground and the air, utilizing the combined power of [Seismic Sense] and [Echolocation]. The information he [Appraised] and [Memorized] in that moment would serve as the key to enhancing the precision of his teleportation.

With a burst of energy, he vanished from his initial position, appearing beside a magical target with calculated precision. Instead of a forceful punch, he delivered a light palm strike, imbuing it with the essence of healing energy. "...Echoflux Gentle Fist!", he continued and declared out loud, his voice carrying the weight of his newfound ability.

As the healing energy flowed into the target, Sasuke felt a sense of accomplishment. Hopefully, his efforts would not go unnoticed. He had taken inspiration from others, forged his own path, and created a technique that showcased the fusion of his unique skills. In this moment, he was about to prove to himself and to the world that he was a force to be reckoned with, a hero on his own journey towards greatness.

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Ability Used:

• Sensory Synthesis - Echoflux Gentle Fist | Supersense [Echolocation, Seismic Sense] + Energized E + Teleport E + Healing E + Appraisal F + Feature: Eidetic Memory | Grade E | 0 Post Cooldown
  I have woven the arts of appraisal, seismic sense, and echolocation into a cohesive structure, crafting a mental map of my surroundings, etching it into the canvas of my memory, granting me the seamless ability to teleport to any destination within a hundred-foot radius. Following this, I bestow a gentle palm strike upon a selected target, infusing them with revitalizing energy. [Uses 3 Actions]

 

[Sepokku]

Integra of Black Hart​

Integra sat towards the back of the exam hall, his crew sat behind him, listening to a harsh reprobation from Quartermaster Dani. Between the lot of them, they had enough firepower to blast most of the ranged targets out of the air, but somehow that felt like it would go against the "judgement" aspect of the test. Still... With their newly fitted firearms, he could probably take out a target without having to resort to magic, but would that make him look bad?

He was shocked to hear one of the other applicants introduce themselves as being from Black Hart. The stranger certainly wasn't recognizable, he gave a glance back to his crew who looked equally clueless as to who the mysterious interloper was. He watched with professional curiosity for a moment, as the stranger demonstrated minor skill in hand-to-hand combat.

Activating his Captain's Eye, he [Appraised] the magical target at a distance, it was heavily enchanted. Letting out a derisive scoff, he pointed the index finger of his left hand at the target and lifted his thumb like it was the hammer of a gun. "Bang," He let his thumb drop down as he channeled mana into a pointed cylindrical shape and then fired it at the target. A sphere of pure mana exploded from his finger, colliding with the target with a muffled "popping" noise as the distorted mana struggled to resolve itself against the target. For good measure, he sent another Flux of mana through the target.

Spoiler

Actions: 1. Captain's Foresight, 0/1 Post Cooldown (Appraisal E, Range E Effectiveness: Ability Grade (2) + Item (4) + Stat (5) = 11)
2. Cast Bang Rank D Post Cooldown 0/2 (Magic D, Range E Effectiveness: Ability Grade (3) + Item (4) + Stat (5) = 12)
3. Cast Flux Rank F Post Cooldown 0/0 (Magic F, Range F Effectiveness: +1)

 

[Perdict]

Shere
Character Grade F - [Martial Artist]
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Shere took his time. If the action came to him he was quick to answer but here and now, why rush? No good ever came from rushing needlessly, one ought to enjoy the moment as well. He strolled around the room, hands behind his back, like it was a social gathering. He took in the arrangements and the atmosphere, the artistry of the stained glass windows and skylight, and mingled. No one he was familiar with save for one, so he took the time to greet Rios during his comings and goings. He found the man not terribly social and they'd barely exchanged words before, but it was only polite.

He took to ambling around the targets, taking care to pick a spot without someone raring to start blasting. He eyed them keenly, poked and prodded at them on ocassion, shaking them slightly or placing his weigh on them, testing their make. Wasn't every day he got to use well equipped facilities.

The simplest were typical training dummies used all over, bundles in the vague shape of a man, but even the battered throwaway gear strapped to them was of a better make than the refuse and sticks typically seen. Leather and mail and scale and plate armor with and without helmets, boots, gauntlets, matched with swords, axes, spears, daggers, polearms, all in various arrangements and combinations littered the raggedy band of toy soldiers.

And some toys were bigger, sturdier, better than others. Some were mounted on simple mechanisms, push one end and the other would pivot towards you, knock them down and springs would launch it right back up. Deeper into their lines there were odder, more exotic items Shere assumed came from lands he did not know, or fascimiles of nonhuman foes armed with swiping claws and snapping jaws. He stopped and went back when he saw a conspicuous man of bronze, seemingly fully jointed and armed with a sword that did not look dull to him.

And as he did all of this he kept an eye on the rest of the crowd, offering soft little golf claps to whoever took their shot (rather more enthusiastically for those who showed some manner of physical skill, it should be said), all the while looking at the proctor for his reactions.

ACTIONS:
1) Appraisal F to spot a suitable target​

 

[TheTimePiece]

Yukan Koyake

Languages: "Common", "<Beastial>"​

Novama
The Tanuki listened diligently to what Elandril had to say to the group. At the very least the others who had shown up seemed decent enough, even the humans who appeared to know how to conduct themselves in this setting. Of course the Koyake clan member didn't really have the highest of expectations to begin with, though those who were here presumably all had their own reasons for being there. All Yukan could hope was that those reasons were justified.He gave a slight bow with Republic of Kuridan Etiquette F to those who were around him.

"Understood, thank you for this opportunity." He replied in common after hearing the task at hand, maintaining a respectful tone.

What was intriguing was the fact that the one who had spoke first after Elandril gave the rundown, who said his name. The first part of the name sounded very similar to something you might hear someone from Kuridan being named, yet there was no sign of him being beast or even part beast. Yukan was only left to assume it was either a coincidence or perhaps whoever had been responsible for naming him was favorable to beasts, unaware of Sasuke's status as far as the world went. The magic users were interesting to him even so, as he took notice of their arguably more flashy attacks.

Much like some others, he didn't have much to say since he hadn't been directly addressed, however seeing that Shere had clapped, Yukan figured it'd probably be fine if he did some of the same, so when someone gave it their shot before him, he also applauded, in a orderly restrained fashion, keeping the air of professionalism about him to the best of his ability.

When he determined it was an as good as anytime for him to make his move, unlike some others there Yukan, as a world native unfortunately did not have the natural ability to appraise what was before him. He did however, look at each target carefully with a discerning gaze. He also paid attention to what targets the others had chosen given their skill sets. When all was said and done Yukan felt inclined to attack the targets which looked like they had been designed to take melee blows. Given this was what his skill set was about, not being a magic user or ranged user for the time being, he opted to set his gaze on one of the more figurative leather and straw targets.

When it looked clear for him to do so, Yukan rushed forward until he was 6 feet away from the leather straw targeting, keeping himself just out of range of a typical melee counter attack, before he proclaimed in Beastial, "< Falling Spear Style: Transcendent Transpierce!>" Before trying to strike the target dead center with his current strongest attack using his Yari.

Since he still had another movement after the fact he'd attempt to strike the target again from the same range, this time just using his Reach F as a standalone ability to get an additional extended range hit in.

Spoiler: Actions

1. Move up to melee target, staying 6 ft away.
2. Attempt to Strike straw leather melee target with ability:
[Specialize] Fighting Style [Falling Spear] Transcendent Transpierce - Reach F, Penetrating D, D Grade Ability - 2 round cooldown.
Yukan attempts to stab his foe with a great penetrating force ignoring up to three grades of opponent's defensively used item.
3. Follow up standard Reach F ability strike.
Ability Cooldowns:
D: (0/2)

 

[Femboy]

Squink
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Character Sheet
Character Theme

Mentions: Novama (Paragraph 6), Elvario (Paragraph 4)
TL; DR: N e r v o u s momento, using charm and invasion of mental privacy to beg the Proctor for help, basically just pity-begging anyone who wants to look her direction to help because she's significantly underprepared.

Squink shuffled in amongst everyone else in complete silence as she stared up at the high, colourful ceilings above. This entire room felt much more luxurious, and a considerably bigger budget, than she should have been allowed in. Being completely honest in her nervous little mind, she was quite afraid at whatever it was she was going to have to prove herself through. Such potentially challenging challenges was entirely out of her comfort zone and what she believed her range of skill, but if she wanted to achieve whatever it was she was trying to do then getting better at her own capabilities was what she wanted to work on. What she wanted to do was entirely a big mystery to herself, but having the skills to get her to wherever she wanted to be was a good start to figuring it out.
The ilithid was busy thinking about how out of her league she felt that it that Master Elandril's words felt like they went straight through her with how striking they were. She was nervous but felt attentively listening like the Proctor's verbal capabilities had slapped her on the wrists with a ruler and she was now encouraged to give full attention out of the thought of an actual punishment. Reminding herself that overly worrying about something he hadn't even spoken on what she was going to be asked to do, she tried to steady herself through calm breathing and clearing her mind of panicked thoughts. She had to try extra hard to remind herself not to take it too seriously that she would consider every potential ridiculous consideration of what such immense preparations to the structure and test have been set that she would have undoubtably considered the silly idea that the Proctor was literal in them constructing legends within the confines of the walls.
'It's okay Squink, there's... probably someone else here who feels just like you do. Just... do that thing you usually do where you do it and it'll probably go well?' Squink pondered to herself as she tried to reassure that she could do it. She just needed to find her own courage to believe that she could, until she fell completely dumbstruck on the first task that was asked of them. She didn't have a weapon, nor was offensively equipped, for she didn't consider this was something they would have immediately asked of her. She was coming here to learn, not to show what she had mastered, hesitant on a plan as her eyes flicked around the room to see what others' reactions were to the task.

There were others who were confident in their own abilities and were taking away to tackling the task without hesitation, especially the sight of one who chose not to speak when spoken to and so freely demonstrated the use of their own magic which looked very pretty considering its purpose to be an offensive cast. Staring at the different targets that were offered before them in order to show their stuff, Squink struggled to pick what target to aim for considering she didn't have any way to strike the target from afar nor do much of anything to the well-padded melee dummies. Thinking about the sight of someone so collected and calm as well as carrying out the task in a manner that felt so flawlessly effortless when done by someone else was inspiring but also unnerving that she herself wouldn't be able to match anything close to it. Deciding not to be distracted and end up staring for too long, she nervously toyed with her own hands as she stared between the targets wondering what to do to prove that she could be useful.

Her blankly innocent yellow stare widened once she came to an idea on what could be done, looking to the ranged targets that proved a challenge to hit for those who might try aiming for them. She gently clasped her hands together as she focused on one of the ranged targets to be a target for her own powers so she could do something by getting it in a place where it was easy for anyone to hit at. Concentrating in silence for a moment, she froze up as she came to a terrifying conclusion.
'I can't use telekinesis on that. T-that is way too far, w-why would someone put it there where I can't reach it...' Squink pouted as she lightly shook her fists in disappointment that they had to make a trial difficult for someone like her. Grumbling to herself as she stared at the moving target's movements like it was just purposefully taunting that it was out of her reach, she got scared as the purple cephalopod knew there was only one ace left up their sleeve they knew how to handle the situation; Try to put on a face someone couldn't say no to and ask nicely that someone helped her.
"U-uhm, M-Mr. Sir? I don't h-have anything with me to actually hit the target with up there and was wondering if you could or ask if there was someone else w-who could help me, I reeeaaally want to do good but it's too high up for me... " Squink spoke as she approached Master Elandril, trying to put on a pleading face as she gently swayed as she spoke. Holding her hands clasped behind her back, she was hoping she could find support in his pity or that someone would come along to help her troubles.
"T-this one test is very hard for me but I can do good and want to become better, so I need to prove myself to do so. C-can you help me or have someone help me maybe, or maybe like, if there's someone very strong that you can ask them nicely if they will gently throw me at one of the ranged targets so I can catch it with telekinesis. Please?" Squink asked in a soft tone. She couldn't just beg and try to pry into the mind and feelings of everyone in the room without looking desperate, so she hoped he had some emotions rather than being a stone-cold trial host.

Actions:
1. Use Cunning Charm on Master Elandril. Cunning Charm: Seduction (F) + Empathy (F) + Telepathy (F) - Persuade or influence someone through exploit of sex appeal, social understanding and knowledge of their current emotions (F Grade) (1 Post Cooldown)​

 

[Voider]

Glacier​

"Common" "<Beastial>" "[Analog]"​

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Glacier sat on his haunches unmoving, appearing almost as an ice sculpture, were it not for his glowing blue core. He occasionally turned his head, intently observing each participant that underwent the test. Glacier also noted a human and beast who clapped for everyone's performance, and some form of bipedal squid or octopus beast who was conversing with the proctor.

There were a lot of people here, all quite varied, and all unknown to him; with the exception of one. Glacier would've likely called some of them strange if he were back on Earth; that felt so long ago, so distant, almost like a dream.

Yet the time called for him to focus on the present, and as more showed their abilities, Glacier determined that he had seen enough. Standing up onto his four paws, he approached a grouping of melee targets; he had no ranged capabilities, and while he was making progress, his ability to magically harness the cold was not at a sufficient strength for direct attacks.

Stopping at a good distance, Glacier, who had been silent until now, lifted his head to howl [1]. Soon after, clumps of ice began forming, drawing on his magic and any nearby humidity to grow, rapidly forming into quadrupedal shapes. As the details refined, what stood were five Foxes of Ice nearly identical to Glacier, though smaller and without any core.

"[Training dummies comprised of leather and straw designated as targets. On my advance, you are to keep speed with me. Upon reaching the targets, each of you will engage one with the aim to theoretically kill.]" With orders given to his minions through the [Construct] language, Glacier ran forward to the melee targets [2], Foxes of Ice close behind [A1].

As their impromptu formation met with the grouping of targets, Glacier leaped forward and twirled his body around, using his tail to strike his dummy [3]. Glacier's minions ran into the targets with force, biting and sinking their teeth into the material [A2].

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Action [1]: Used Ability [Foxes of Ice F]
Action [2]: Moved to Engage
Action [3]: Basic Attack [Natural Weapons]

F Grade Cooldown: 0/0
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• Strength E
• [Natural Weapon] Body of Ice F - Glacier can hit, stab, and/or bite opponents with his legs, tail, muzzle, and jaw, all of which are solid ice.
• Foxes of Ice - Magic F, Minions [Foxes of Ice] F - Glacier howls, creating up to a total 5 Foxes of Ice to act as his minions, which he can give orders to. The Foxes of Ice will crumble and dissipate by the next post, unless this ability is activated repeatedly; in which case, those still present remain and those destroyed get replaced. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown

Spoiler: Foxes of Ice

Action [A1]: Moved to Engage
Action [A2]: Used Ability [Frost-Bite]
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• Strength E
• Frost-Bite - [Natural Weapons] F, Continuing F - The Fox of Ice in question attempts to bite it's opponent, severely freezing the area of injury. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Rios
Mentions:

Rios listened intently to the old mans speech on what exactly they would be doing here. He had almost run late for this training exercise given that he woke up a bit past when he needed to. Getting here was a nightmare given that there seemed to be a bunch of random cows in the alleyway he tried to take a shortcut down. At least he was here now, ready to train. He'd been supplied with a large training sword. The receptionist must have mistaken him for some kind of greatsword type fighter given all he'd had on him was that big cleaver thing. Luckily he could lift the thing or he'd look downright ridiculous. All he needed to do right now was demonstrate his abilities so that their supervisors could get a handle on where he was at. He felt as if maybe the luck he'd been relying on until now wouldn't be as potent for some odd reason. So only the raw athleticism he had honed so far would be any good. Rios took a stance in front of a melee dummy. Tightening his grip on the handle of his weapon. A calm Rios took a deep breath and cleared his mind. His first attack was a stab to the head. Next was a smack with the flat of his blade to that same head. Rios followed that up with a cross slash in the shape of an X. Steadying his breathing once again. A teeth gritting Rios performed the same whirlwind maneuver that he'd used against the bandits on that one escort job into Bug Country. Four consecutive hits to the chest. He then kicked back to put distance between himself and his target. This was all he had right now.

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Actions:
Smack Doll = B Rank STR + B Rank SPD + B Rank PRCN
Movement = Forward then Back

 

[saxon]

Eris Granstone

D Grade Character

Titles: Human, Priest, Holy Smiter, Hero of The Fae See, Mage, Fae, Spirit of the Battlefield Ally F

mentions: Novama Gaius Danius Griinia Voider Femboy TheTimePiece Perdict Sepokku Swagkage Gwen_Temi Elvario

Abillities/cooldown/Actions

• Holy Flames - Religion E, Magic E, Magic Area of Effect F, Divine Affinity F, Magic Range F, Spell Duration F, Energized E- The caster can call down a beam from the heavens causing radiant damage to the target. Upon impact, the target burns with divine flames for 1 post. The target must be within 30 feet of the caster. - Grade E - 0 Post Cooldown

Eris noticed the sheer amount of people that had been brought to the halls, the priestess saw a variety of skill sets as many of the others were already staring to strike their selected targets. Though she couldn't say she recognized any of them that had been brought here. Walking over to an open spot Eris looked around the room for a moment. The targets seemed designed for a specific type of fighter. Well this seems like an easy enough first test but is there something more to it than just striking it? Eris thought to herself folding her arms across her chest for a moment.

Puffing up her chest as she thought about it then let her arms drop to her side and then shook her head. "Good as time as ever I suppose," Eris muttered to herself as she lisped a little. She watched last the others use their abilities on their targets a few of them struck at their targets like the beastkin she saw with a spear. Then There was the guy who seemed to teleport and move to his location to strike and there were a few others.

Turning her attention back to the mage targets she saw the glowing object that she was supposed to aim for. Taking a deep breath she pulled her scripture book from her robes and started to chant, "Book of Evitius verses 3-9. For those who do not look upon the light, there shall be fire. A fire that will cleanse the soul or remove it from the cycle. For it is us the clergy of our goddess' faith that stand at the bearers of the torch. For that torch is the salvation and the executioner, for I sentence you to be judged by her holy flames!" As she finished the verse light shot down from the sky going toward the target.

 

[gmimperfecti]

When Master Elandril mentioned "that aligns with your strengths," Gyld’s thoughts sifted through his repertoire of abilities. As a Spirit Guardian, his strength lay not just in brute force but in the intricate dance of strategy and adaptability. And as an owlbear, it was in his nature to identify and exploit the vulnerabilities of his quarry.

The magical targets shimmered, clearly designed for direct magical assaults. While they teased with their promise of challenge, Gyld felt a pull towards the melee targets. To the untrained eye, these targets were impenetrable, meant to endure the physical onslaughts of the mightiest. However, Gyld saw something more: an opportunity to blend the raw power he acquired from the Great White Bear with the arcane subtleties of his Magical Domain.

Gyld's voice, rich with the confidence of past conquests, resonated in the hall. "It's not always about facing a challenge head-on," he mused, addressing the room but clearly directing his words to the Proctor. "A predator exploits the weakness of its prey..."

As Gyld regarded the melee target, his pupils dilated and contracted, giving away the subtle shift of his dual nature – the owlbear's instincts combined with the owl's acute intelligence. Engaging his Spirit Beast Education F, the room around him faded into insignificance as his focus turned razor-sharp. Gyld began a methodical appraisal of the target. The straw and leather of the melee target spoke to him in whispers of the natural environments from which they came. Every detail, every texture was like a story told, revealing the origins of the materials used, how they reacted to different forms of energy, and potential vulnerabilities.

His deep rumbling voice broke the tense silence. "It's all about seeing beyond the surface," he mused, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. "I see you target, I name you and your vulnerabilities."

With his deep connection to the Eternal Glade, Gyld felt the crispness and melancholy of Autumn's Lament E flow through him. He channeled its essence, evoking the somber season of decay and the melancholy of life's fleeting nature. The very ground beneath his feet seemed to wither, leaves crinkling and turning shades of amber and russet.

Gyld focused on the melee target, sensing the raw materiality of its being. The leather and straw, reminders of life's cyclical nature. Taking a deep breath, he called forth the [Autumn's Lament E].

The power manifested as an ethereal mist of deep oranges and reds, swirling around Gyld's form. The scent of decay was palpable. As he directed this energy toward the melee target, it spiraled and homed in, the essence of blight evident in its purpose.

Upon contact, the target seemed to shimmer, the straw and leather slowly starting to deteriorate, a testament to the powerful decay properties of [Autumn's Lament E]. The blight enhanced the ability's potency, making the decay more rapid. Wherever the mist touched, the leather began to disintegrate, while the straw crumbled to dust. The continuing effect ensured the persistent breakdown of the target.

Simultaneously, Gyld utilized the homing attribute, directing the mist to persistent spots that he'd deemed weak during his appraisal. Each hit was a hot shot, doubling the damage inflicted, targeting the very essence and foundation of the target's structure.

OOC Actions:
1) Move to 30ft with [Owlbear Movement F] (Jump F + Energized E).
2) Appraise Melee Target with [Spirit Beast Education F] to help with targeted and hotshot.
3) [Autumn's Lament E; effectiveness 8]
-- Grade E; Effectiveness 8 (Magic E2, Componentless Magic E2, Intelligence C4) Cooldown 0;
--E-grade ((Range: 30ft & Duration: 1 hour; Targets: 5 | AOE: 15ft radius))
--Intelligence C4, Magic E3, Domain F2, Selective Magic F1, Componentless Casting E2.

Spoiler: Spirit Beast Education F

• Spirit Beast Education F: Using his knowledge of nature, religion, survival and his own connection to the Eternal Glade Domain F, Gyld puzzles out mysteries and hunts prey through natural environments in the sacred ways of spirit beasts. Using appraisal, he teases out the characteristics of threats, how they might be predators or prey, their connection to nature or lack, and their spiritual affinity or what religious affiliation they might have.
  • Intelligence D3 (Owlbear), Intelligence C4 (Owl)
  • Educated F1 (Nature, Religion, Survival).
  • Appraise E (0): Appraise as an Isekai Spirit Beast.

Spoiler: Autumns Lament E

All abilities listed here use Gyld's Nature Domain (Eternal Glade):
-- Grade E; Effectiveness 8 (Magic E2, Componentless Magic E2, Intelligence C4) Cooldown 0;
--E-grade ((Range: 30ft & Duration: 1 hour; Targets: 5 | AOE: 15ft radius))
--Intelligence C4, Magic E3, Domain F2, Selective Magic F1, Componentless Casting E2.

Magic E, Domain F: Eternal Glade, Affinity: Autumn / Decay

• Accurate F (-1 Speed)
• Blight - Enhances the ability with extra damage if effective through decay and dissolution.
• Contact F - Similar to blight, it is extra damage source added to the attack but it is one that requires repeated or continuous exposure to do its effects.
• Continuing F - Target takes 1hp damage on their next post. The decay that washes over them continues to break down the target.
• Enervation F - Action: 1 - puts the abilities of target on cooldown that are the same grade or less than the techniqueHoming - (requires ranged skill) The stream of decay can track and follow the target. If it still misses, the attack persists briefly and tries one more time beforefading/missing again.
• Hot Shot F - Character is good at hitting called shots to hit weak points if they already know where to aim. The higher the grade of tech core, the higher the grade of creature they can hit weak points on. In the case of weak points, damage sustained is doubled.
• Linked F - an attack of this affinity that hits causes this technique to go off and succeed at hitting the target again. No special effects are added to the 2nd strike other than both go off. Each grade links one more action to the first.Incurable - wounds produced by this technique will not heal nor regenerate magically or supernaturally unless skills involved are greater than the incurable technique grade.
• Penetrating F - Ignore 1 item grade.
• Targeted F - Gyld calibrated the attack to target a specific target. This results in the effectiveness being doubled.

 

[Perdict]

Shere
Character Grade F - [Martial Artist]
​

"Well then, if you can't reach those targets, why not work with ones you can reach? Beats getting tossed around, right?"

The voice, full of good-natured confidence, came from a few steps behind Squink. Shere stood next to one of the simplest targets meant to emulate a melee, armed with nothing but a simple one-handed sword thrust out in mock guard, slapping its back and leaning an elbow on its "shoulder" if it were a close friend. He smiled softly, smelled sweet and waved at the Ilithid to come give it a try. The woman's (?) plight had caught his eye, considering how everyone else had taken to blasting and smashing with nary a word (well, to others in the exercise at any rate) someone asking for help rather stood out.

"Sorry to butt in, couldn't help but overhear and couldn't help myself either. My name's Shere."

Femboy

 

[Novama]

Mentions: Sepokku DSLIX Perdict TheTimePiece gmimperfecti Femboy Gwen_Temi Voider Swagkage Tattletale Elvario Gaius Danius Griinia saxon
OOC: ask all the questions. Good job to those that have posted already. All abilities, including non-lethal/non-offensive abilities will be made to deal damage in the 2nd task. Those that will be late to the 2nd trial, you'll be facing ALL attempts at first trial. Cooldowns between rounds will not be a factor for now to allow those retaking the first trial another chance.
Time: 8:10am
Weather: clear blue skies with the occasional lazy white puff. cool, comfortable temperatures for the morning.
Cooldown:
TLDR: Some characters move onto next challenge. Some stagnate. Some have yet to begin
Post Listening:

Adventurer's Guild Training Hall

A momentary hush came to the training hall after the initial volley of attacks. Master Elandril stood with an air of grace and authority, poised to give feedback to the participants. The soft glow from the chandeliers painting their faces with a golden hue.

"Your efforts have not gone unnoticed," began Master Elandril, his voice carrying sage-like wisdom. "Each of you has shown a glimpse of your potential, of the spirit that burns within."

"Sasuke," Master Elandril's gaze was piercing yet kind, "your scanning, warping, and healing technique was a spectacle. However, remember the energy spent. There may have been better targets, but your efforts will suffice for now. You may advance."

Integra received a nod. "Your magical attack, combined with your foresight, was wise. Separately, they might have drained you. Together, they show more promise. Remember this. You may advance."

Yukan's spear gleamed in the dim light. "A skillful thrust, Yukan. You may advance," Master Elandril commended in passing.

However, not all would receive words of approval. Squink, with her wide eyes, received gentle advice. "Consider all the possible targets in this hall, Squink. This test is for you alone. Find your path."

Shere's appraisal would note the Melee targets all looked particularly suitable for aiding in demonstrating his martial prowess. None of the other targets gave off that impression.

He turned to Deliverance, nodding. "Your potential is obvious and your ability to Focus commendable, Deliverance. However, you will need to steel your mind against greater depths of chaos to leverage your full potential. Try again." Deliverance was unable to manifest any of his spells after moving to the magic targets.

"To Naomi," he continued, "your choice was unorthodox, and your reasoning was flawed, but ultimately you chose the proper target for your aptitudes. However, do not forget magic takes a toll on the body. Bringing it forth while not giving yourself proper time to center and just be is a difficult skill to master and one you still to need to work on. Please try again." Naomi's magic fists were unable to manifest, so she could not yet advance as the others.

Glacier's ice minions had been impressive, but Master Elandril believed in pushing boundaries. "Glacier, your power is undeniable. But I sense more within you. Seek it. Also, Remember that channeling of magical energies takes a toll upon the physical form. Be mindful that when casting you may not move from your present place, thus exposing you to danger if ill-timed."

"Rios," the Master's voice was soft, "reach within. Your potential is vast. Do not let it go untapped. A strike with only muscle behind it is easily undone. What's more, select another training weapon and take care to not destroy it." The sword in Rios' hand broke and splintered apart assuming Rios used his full strength in his demonstration. A variety of wooden training weapons were lined against the wall in racks and holders.

To Eris, Master Elandril was firm. "Your divine magic holds promise, Eris. Yet, you hold back. Unleash your true power."

Lastly, Gyld's autumn magic had decayed a melee target. It lay in ruin after one of the legs holding it up rotted unevenly causing the target to fall, but Master Elandril approached an adjacent target, pulling a small pin from its back. The target collapsed, a heap on the floor next to the one Gyld assaulted. "Efficiency, Gyld. There are simpler ways to do accomplish what you did. It is not the goal of this test to destroy the dummies but to pick the targets suitable to ones abilities. Remember this: in the field, you may be presented with a number of opportunities. The Most tempting one is not always the one that leads to the best outcome for all. Try again."

Master Elandril's gaze swept over them, a silent call to action.

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Master Elandril, standing with a regal posture amid the golden glow of the room, turned his attention to those who had surpassed the initial test. The aura surrounding him seemed to grow more intense, signaling the progression of the trials.

"Congratulations to those who have shown their might," he began, his voice echoing with a mysterious allure. "But strength alone will not ensure your journey through the realms of adventure. Now, you must prove your ability to withstand what comes against you."

He gestured gracefully towards the walls where magnificent mirrors adorned the stone. Each mirror was unlike the other; they shimmered and pulsed, imbued with ancient magic. "Your next task," he continued, "is to defend yourself. You will face attacks, and you must stand resilient."

The room seemed to grow colder as he outlined the nature of the impending onslaught. "The attacks you face will be mirrors of the abilities you demonstrated in the first test with similar strength applied."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "These attacks will emerge from the mirrors. A reflection of yourself will initiate the assault, reminding you that often, our toughest battles are against our own selves."

As he concluded, the mirrors began to stir, their surfaces rippling like disturbed water. One by one, reflections of the participants took form, their expressions mirroring determination and readiness. It was clear that this trial would not just test their physical prowess, but their resourcefulness.

 

[Elvario]

Deliverance

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Elysia Wentworth from Shiei no Sona-Nyl ~What a beautiful memories~

Mentions: Novama
Languages: Common | [Terran] | {Sylvan}

Having made his way to the desired magic targets in the previous round, now was the actual time for taking out his catalyst and speaking a short chant, after which he raised his arm to cast [Ethereal Blight D].

Ethereal Blight D – Magic D, Magic Range F, Magic Targets F, Ethereal [Blight] Affinity, Focus F – Character uses [Ethereal] Blight magic against up to 5 targets within 30 ft. Blight adds 1 damage if effective. Grade D – 2 Post Cooldown.

Five colourful orbs made their way to five of the magic targets. As luck would have it, however, he could see what the others were tasked with and realised he'd have to save some of his energy for later. It's why he left it at just this one, his strongest ability, trying to come up with a way to defend against it next.

Cooldowns
D – 0/2

Action 1: Ethereal Blight D – 5 Magic Targets
Action 2: None
Action 3: None

 

[Tattletale]

Seth
​

For a while, Seth could not do much but stare around him, fascinated. Not only was he taken by the breath, with masterfully crafted decoration and an ethereal feel to it, but the people! From beast folk to species he didn't even have names for. A squid lady, a fox made of… glass? No, ice! Not for the first time since arriving in this world, the variety, and vibrancy of the place shocked him. Then the words of the young man who called himself Blackheart brought him off his daydreaming. He spoke sense, better to choose carefully and prepare to strike at his best, than to rush into things.

The mercenary took his time observing everyone, looking into every strike and feeling a little self-conscious in his simple plate and spear. Perhaps too much, because when he was finally gathering the courage to strike, the Headmaster spoke again. The second test was starting, and he hadn't completed the first one. Seth cursed softly, his indecision cost him too much too often. Gritting his teeth, he was determined to not let it foil him again. Not today, at least.

But if the mirror strength was to copy him… he needed to show his prowess, however meager, first. Was he too late? Maybe, but… “Ah, damned all, a shot not taken is a shot missed.”

He decided on a ranged target. Nothing fancy or particularly far away, but many a foe had fallen, believing him limited to melee. Seth dropped into a low posture, bringing his spear overhead, and twisted his whole body, giving as much momentum as he could to the throw. His arm blurred for an instant as he released a [Long Fang] (Fighting Style [Spear] E, Accurate E, Penetrating F, Range E). Then he got closer to the mirror, paying attention to the headmaster. He had caused as much fuss as he dared, if he was to retire, better to realize soon.

Cooldown E = 0/1

 

[Voider]

Glacier​

​

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Glacier's ears and tail slightly drooped at Elandril's admonishment, ashamed at his own failure to recognize the shortcomings of his approach.

'...more within you.' Glacier pondered the words of the proctor, as he walked back to the targets, minions dissipating. He had already used his minions, so repeating their use would surely not help pass the test. The proctor also wanted Glacier use 'more'; he lightly growled at the current lack of capabilities at his disposal, and at his slow progress in harnessing the realm of ice and cold. "If the situation calls for it... then I will use what I must." He resolved aloud.

Glacier spent some minutes arranging three melee targets, placing them only about three yards apart from each other, and having them face the middle of their triangular formation; two of the dummies even had spears aimed, and while it wasn't perfect, it was more than enough. Positioning himself in the middle, facing one of the spear wielding targets, Glacier mentally counted down.

At zero, Glacier ducked forward, before reaching his neck to bite the leg of the current dummy, his core infusing a deep cold through his ice teeth[1]. Quickly retracting once the frigid bite had been delivered, he spun to face the unarmed dummy, and leaped through the short distance. Landing just past it, Glacier kicked out his right hind-paw into it's lower torso, with the intention of knocking it down[2]. Using the momentum of the kick, he rose towards the remaining spear-wielding dummy, whirling his body around. Using his tail to strike the dummy's arms, he attempted to forcefully knock the spear out of it's hands, before landing on the ground himself[3].

Standing there amidst the aftermath, Glacier hoped that a bitten target, one knocked down with a kick, and one disarmed would be enough to satisfy the proctor; besides his minions, Glacier's ability to use his body and nature as a weapon was all he had as of yet.

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Action [1]: Used Ability [Thermal Shock F]
Action [2]: Basic Attack [Natural Weapons]
Action [3]: Basic Attack [Natural Weapons]​

• Strength E
• [Natural Weapons] Body of Ice F - Glacier can hit, stab, and/or bite opponents with his legs, tail, muzzle, and jaw, all of which are solid ice.
• Thermal Shock - Whirling Ice [Natural Weapons] F, Blight [Cold] F - Glacier attempts to hit his opponent with a cold empowered strike, with the intent of rapidly decreasing the target's body temperature. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown

 

[Femboy]

Squink
2
Character Sheet
Character Theme

Mentions: Novama Perdict
TL; DR: Targets a melee dummy and goes to disarm it nicely before trying to hit it as hard as she can.
​

Squink was a little disheartened to hear that she could not find a partner to cooperate with when it came to the first task, slightly disappointed to see that everyone else could bypass with ease with the targets feeling like they would prove an impossible match in a real situation. Feeling more nervous than before as she was about to look back to the target options until the voice of someone had come to get her attention to lend her a hand. Awkwardly looking to Shere as he introduced himself and offered a suitable melee dummy that might work for helping her surpass the first trial.

"O-oh, hi. I'm Squink, I wasn't entirely expecting to be doing... this, today and right now. I'm a little nervous about failing it" Squink laughed nervously as she gently toyed with one of her tentacles curling around her hand like it was hair, only she was visibly grabbing and squeezing at her hand in stress with it. She didn't think one of the melee dummies would have been a suitable hit since she wasn't prone to thinking about hurting people or getting in such close confrontations without probably being absolutely terrified for her life. She pondered silently on his hinted suggestion as she slowly walked towards the target in question.

"I guess I could give this one a try. P-people have already passed this trial too... " she mumbled as her voice quietened and trailed off, her spirit a little broken by the fact she had already fallen behind everyone else right within the beginning. Hesitantly looking over the simple dummy with not much but the mimic shortsword in its hand and the padding and armour it possessed to give it durability, she wasn't as quick to striking it as anyone else out of not holding the mentality to just simply commit violence on demand unlike anyone else in the room. Seeing the sword within its hand, she focused her own mental on it as she concentrated for a moment before giving an innocent look to the dummy despite its non-sentience.

"H-hi there, Mr. Target sir, i-if I could just borrow this from you for a second, please?... " she asked the target as she tried to ask it nicely, using telekinesis to slip it from its hold as she looked at the floating shortsword once it was free from its grasp. Taking a moment to acknowledge that she had the fake weapon to herself, she just continued on by floating the sword into her hand where she just looked at the face of the dummy.

"S-sorry about this, I wouldn't do this if you had feelings... " Squink mumbled as she proceeded to try her best to hit at the dummy with its own example weapon hoping that it was good enough to pass the trial.

Actions:
1. Ask the training dummy nicely for the sword. Asking Nicely: Seduction (F) + Empathy (F) + Telekinesis (F) - Be sweet and talk nice as she uses telekinesis to take what she wants.
2. Hit the training dummy with the shortsword. (Strength (F))

 

[Perdict]

Shere
Character Grade F - [Martial Artist]
​

"Oh so that's what you do!" Shere gave Squink a few encouraging claps, watching her take the mock weapon away without having to touch it. Must be handy, although the range and strength of it apparently left something to be desired. "If you're gonna take a swing remember to hold the grip tightly! When you hit something you feel a bit of the impact in your hand too!" Rather than back away he stood behind the practice dummy, making sure to keep his body well hidden while holding it in place for Squink to hit to her heart's content. A braced target gets hit harder and all.

"I think the point is simply to make the best use of your abilities, whatever they might be. Just do what comes natural, do your thing! You don't have to hit a man to trouble them in a fight. Tie their shoelaces together, cover their eyes with their hat, strangle them with their collar, unbuckle their belt, you have plenty of ways of going about it." Still he held his place until she made her go, and when that business was done he stepped around and gave the illithid a little bow, waving her on encouragingly. Always with a bright smile. "Now, if you'll pardon me, I should get started as well. Best of luck!"

Not that helping another was wasted time, he was happy to do so, but time was a-wasting for him when other people were moving on ahead. So he walked up to the nearest dummy that would serve his purposes, another armed with a one-handed sword held out as a thrust, there were two resounding cracks that almost rang out as one, and the target fell apart with its "ribs" pulverized and its "head" now bent at a sickening angle.

Quick, simple, but not sloppy to the discerning eye. Shere advanced on the right handed "swordsman" with his left hand out, putting them in mirrored stances where their lead arms obstructed one another. But it was the fistfighter's rear right hand that deflected the blade instead, letting Shere take the angle on the outside of the sword arm to close the distance safely. Safely and with his lead left in position to strike the undefended body and head.

Crack-crack.

A left hook to the liver first, already a critical blow that will take away a man's breath and make them lose feeling and control of their body. And from there not a right hand, as is common instinct, but snapping back into another left hook. As crisp and sudden as the first and even more unexpected, coming from a blind angle to snap the jaw of an already weakened target. A textbook same-side combination, executed as one would against a live target.

ACTIONS:
1) Attack with ability Formless [F] - Accurate F, Blight F (Bludgeoning), Blind Fighter, Contact F, Continuing F (Pain), Flexible, Hot Shot F, Linked F, Multidimensional, Penetrating F - 0 post cooldown. Strength D (3), Natural Weapon E (2), Weapon Mastery F (1) = 6 base combat effectiveness before Technique Core effects.

Novama Femboy​

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Rios
Mentions:

Rios took what the proctor had said about his reliance on brute force to heart. It may have been his only real method as of now but perhaps he had been thinking about the entire exercise in too straightforward of a manner. Placing his broken weapon somewhere where it could be collected for firewood or some other such use. Rios went to go pick up an identical wooden sword. His hand wavered over the handle as his eyes wandered to an identical sword next to it. Perhaps this would be the alternative that he sought. Rios picked up a pair of identical wooden swords. He lacked any training with a single blade so wielding two wasn't any less challenging. Facing his mirror twin who took to the greatsword like he had but a few moments ago. Rios got ready for the clash between them. His doppelganger could hit as hard as he could and just as fast too. A moment of silence fell over the pair as they eyed each other up. Suddenly they both kicked off the ground. Mirror Rios came in with a full force swing. Rios countered this by relying on a [Lucky D] slide under its blade. Quickly getting back on his feet. The duplicate Rios quickly blocked with its weapon as original flavor Rios struck with a flurry of quick attacks.

Rios kicked back to put some distance between them. Replica Rios chose to close the distance with a thrust that got its counterpart in the gut. The blunt but still very painful tip of the wooden claymore was barely softened by Rios's armor. Wheezing while trying to maintain his steady breathing. Rios nearly dropped his swords before managing to hold on to them with shaking hands. Turning the situation to his advantage. The wannabe adventurer slammed the octagonal pommels into the sides of Other Rios's head. This was what he'd heard the old veterans call DISCOMBOBULATE. The two versions of the same amateur staggered back from one another before shaking off their pain with pure grit. Once again they sped toward one another with determined spirits. Neither Rios wanted to admit defeat. The Cooler Rios brought its blade down with a mighty swing. Rios swung with similar force and shattered his wooden sword against his opponents. The momentary disruption in the mirrored foes attack allowed Rios to go in with his remaining sword for a neck strike. His resolve had never been stronger. He treated this as a fight and went for a blow that would normally kill his target if this were real.

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Actions:
1: Weapon Lock
2: Pain on either side
3: Improvise

 

[TheTimePiece]

Yukan Koyake
​

Mentions: Novama
Yukan was pleased to see that he had managed to pass the first trial by giving it his best effort and picking the appropriate target for his skill set. His reach meant that a melee opponent without it to get a default attack on him without extenders would need to use an additional move, and his penetrating was well suited for dealing with more well armored enemies, so his judgment call had been right it seemed according to Elandril.

He'd give a respectful bow to master Elandril after he had been addressed.

"Thank you for your assessment, your words humble me."

He replied at hearing it was a skillful thrust. Even though he had passed the first trial he knew very well that was only a first trial and what was to come next was probably going to be more difficult.

Yukan waited patiently to hear what his next task was, his focus on Master Elandril absolutely. He nodded when he heard that strength was not all there was to surviving. Yukan knew this first hand from his recent battlefield experience...the struggle against oneself that was well put, when Yukan thought about the challenge ahead, the mirrors which would send back what he had sent at the targets. While it did appear a bit daunting at first thought, since he could immedately presume this meant that they would be throwing a mix of the abilities he had used his way, meaning ones with a longer reach and penetrating at D grade and ones at F which meant that it would only have reach instead...but how was he supposed to tell what to do, one of them would break right through a traditional block, while the other one he'd be able to deal with...

Thats when it clicked in Yukan's mind..he just needed to watch himself where he appeared in the mirror when it was about to strike. Yukan knew that he looked differnet when he used each respective strike, the Transcendant transpierce took more effort always, his yari had a certain gleam which would surely be copied, for that particular attack he would need to either dodge, or counter attack with one of similar strength, as for the default reach attack that one wouldn't gleam and would look more like a basic attack.

Yukan also knew the limitation of his own reach..so he should get closer. When Yukan entered the area of mirrors, he looked for the closest one which looked like it was going to try to strike him, his first order of business was getting within 5ft, because he knew even if it managed to land a blow on him, due to the nature of reach it wouldn't be as impactful on him within that closer range. He'd carefully analyze the body language of his reflection until it looked like it was ready to strike, and he'd try to discern on the fly what it was going to do.

If the reflection threw a basic Range F attack his way, Yukan would throw a basic Range F ability attack back to counter it, however if it engaged and threw a Grade D Transcendent Transpierece ability, Yukan would use Acrobatics F + Fast E in order to dodge the attack by attempting to move out of the way of the strike.

Spoiler: Actions:

1. Move up until 5 ft away from a mirror's striking range, to help put a penalty on the mirror's reach abilities even if hits.
2. Try to discern reflection's intentions, if mirror uses Reach F Strike, Counter with own Reach F strike,
3. If Mirror uses Transcendent Transpierce D, try to dodge by using Acrobatics F + Fast E

 

[Swagkage]

^{Character Sheet C3BEE6}

SASUKE BLACKHEART
^{Standing [F Grade Character] Titles [Construct, Homunculus, Visitor] Point Booster [Narrative Booster F]}​

Sasuke's eyes fixed on Master Elandril as the sage-like figure began to pass judgment on their displayed skills. The hush in the training hall was palpable, and Sasuke felt a surge of anticipation in his chest. When Master Elandril acknowledged his skills, Sasuke couldn't help but feel a rush of pride, even as the feedback about energy expenditure struck a chord of wisdom within him.

"Thank you, Master Elandril," Sasuke replied with a slight bow, his voice carrying a respectful tone. He appreciated the feedback and understood the room for improvement that lay ahead. He glanced around, noting the others who would advance alongside him, but chose not to vocalize his thoughts, allowing them to focus on their own journeys.

As Master Elandril turned his attention to the next phase of the trials, Sasuke listened intently, his eyes drawn to the shimmering mirrors adorning the walls. The regal aura of the proctor filled the room, and Sasuke could feel the weight of the impending challenge.

"The battles against ourselves," Sasuke mused dramatically, nodding to the sage's words. He was ready to face this reflection of his abilities, knowing that it would test not only his physical prowess but also his resourcefulness.

As his mirror image took form, a reflection of his own determination and readiness, Sasuke couldn't resist a lighthearted comment. "Well, aren't you a handsome devil," he complimented his own reflection with a grin, though he quickly shifted into a combat-ready stance, prepared for the mirror's response.

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[Novama]

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OOC: no worries if you haven't posted yet. still got plenty of time to participate.
Time: 8:20am
Weather: clear blue skies with the occasional lazy white puff. cool, comfortable temperatures for the morning.
Cooldown:
TLDR: some more advanced, some have continued to stall, a couple are actively being tested by the 2nd trial.
Post Listening:

Adventurer's Guild Training Hall

Master Elandril continued to keep watch over the training hall as the trials continued. The room, bathed in the soft luminescence of the chandeliers, was thick with anticipation.

Deliverance's aura pulsed with a mysterious energy as he conjured his Ethereal Blight, directing it with precision to hit five magic targets. The ethereal energy shimmered in the air, a testament to his mastery. Master Elandril nodded appreciatively, acknowledging the mage's recovery from an earlier misfire. "Well done, Deliverance," he remarked. "Proceed to the next trial."

Across the room, Seth's form was a blur of motion as he hurled his spear with unerring accuracy towards a ranged target. The weapon found its mark, and Elandril's approving gaze signaled Seth's advancement.

Glacier's approach was fierce. With a roaring intensity, his icy bite tore into a melee target dummy, which, despite the forceful assault, remained steadfast. "Glacier," Master Elandril began, his voice measured, "Your strength is evident. But remember, in battle, the mind must dance in tandem with the body. Analyze, then strike."

Squink, with a determined glint in her eyes, tried to wield her mental prowess, attempting to pry a sword from a dummy. But the grip was unyielding, and the weapon remained firm in the dummy's grasp. Elandril, sensing her frustration, offered wisdom. "Squink, steel may not be your ally. But the minds of those around you? Therein lies your true strength." He then gestured to the other participants in the hall.

Shere's display was a dance of power and grace, his body moving with fluidity and purpose, striking the dummy with martial precision. Elandril nodded, clearly impressed. "Your body is your weapon, Shere. Well done. You may advance."

However, not all trials were met with success. As Rios approached the magic mirrors, his reflection lunged dangerously. With swift intervention, Master Elandril pulled Rios to safety. A lucky outcome considering what Rios nearly experienced. "Rios," Elandril's voice held a stern edge, "you are not ready. Refine your abilities. Find your strength and await my permission to advance to this stage of the training."

Yukan's 2nd trial was a spectacle. His mirrored self burst forth, wielding the Transcendent Transpierce ability. Yukan would need to defend himself.

Sasuke was met with a cocky salute from his doppelgänger as it emerged from the mirror. In a blink, the reflection was upon him, readying an E grade ability. Sasuke would need to defend himself as the clone's hand reached for him.

The hall was alive with action, each participant facing challenges tailored to their strengths and weaknesses. Master Elandril's watchful eyes missed nothing, guiding and judging with wisdom and experience. The trials were far from over.

 

[Swagkage]

^{Character Sheet C3BEE6}

SASUKE BLACKHEART
^{Standing [F Grade Character] Titles [Construct, Homunculus, Visitor] Point Booster [Narrative Booster F]}​

In the face of his mirror doppelgänger's cocky salute, Sasuke recognized the need for a calculated response. The mirror image's readiness to unleash an ability demanded quick action, and Sasuke knew that defending himself was paramount in this trial.

Despite his grand dreams and dramatic demeanor, Sasuke was acutely aware of his own limitations. He had to make the most of his unique skill set to counter the handsome challenge before him. Trusting in his extraordinary senses, he closed his eyes briefly and audibly exhaled, his body poised for what would come next.

Dodging alone wouldn't suffice; he had to trust his instincts and act swiftly. As his doppelgänger moved, Sasuke utilized the echoes provided by his breath and his mirror's sudden relocation to discern his foe's position. It was the first step in this intricate dance.

The second challenge loomed—what action to take against his own reflection? A masterful counter or an unyielding defense would have been ideal, but Sasuke knew his current capabilities fell short of those options. The temptation to simply dodge and evade was there, enabled by his teleportation skills, but it seemed like an inadequate response to facing oneself.

Sasuke grappled with the dilemma. Heroes were expected to be brave and strong, but they also needed wisdom and selflessness. In this moment, he realized that true heroism required both courage and sacrifice.

With his trust placed firmly in his senses, instincts, and a reservoir of combat knowledge from anime, Sasuke was ready to channel healing energy to any part of his body. This was not to achieve some sort of passive healing but a strategic move to fortify the body part that would receive the impending blow. His plan was not to absorb the impact fully, but to move with it, minimizing the damage he would endure. The healing magic that would simultaneously course through him was intended to mitigate and immediately heal whatever harm remained.

"This is it," he thought, as he tried to smoothly avoid the doppelganger's attack. "Sensory Synthesis - Harmonic Evasion."

In that instant, he named his newly created maneuver, a blend of his sensory abilities and healing magic, a technique that would define his unique approach to combat. Whether this decision was wise or not became irrelevant. In the present, Sasuke needed to be decisive and take action. His body moved as though guided by the spirit of countless heroes he had admired, and he braced himself for the imminent clash with his mirror doppelganger, determined to prove his mettle in this trial of self-confrontation.

Ability Used:

• Sensory Synthesis - Harmonic Evasion | Supersense [Echolocation, Seismic Sense] + Energized E + Healing E + Appraisal F | Grade E | 0 Post Cooldown
  Using my seismic sense, echolocation, and appraisal skills, I decipher the path of an incoming attack. With this knowledge, I skillfully maneuver my body to evade the assault, harnessing the attack's own momentum to reduce the harm I'd otherwise face. Simultaneously, I channel a surge of healing magic, rapidly mending any injuries incurred even after my evasive maneuver. [Uses 3 Actions]
  
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