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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 5:17 pm
Should ye wish to seek the Rune,
Simply follow the path of the Moon.
When all is lost and rain shrouds sight,
Destroy the enemy wish the force of night.
Find ye there the Rune of Po,
Through the Rift to Incinera ye shall go.
The rhyme sticks in mind as he travels across the greens. The moon is still in the sky, and a jolt of hope erupts from him in the form of a laugh. But then he sees them, the distinctive trees that tells travellers they've reached the Deku Woods. The area is dead silent. Blank begins to scan the ground in front of him for signs of the Po Rune.
Grass, as far as the eye can see. A few trees. A hollowed out trunk with a strange gleam coming from it. Birds flying south... Damnit how am I supposed to fi- wait. A hollowed out trunk with a srange gleam coming from it? Haha, I found it! I knew I would!
The triumph is lost, however, with a downpour. Through the pouring rain, Blank loses sight of the Rune.
Wait, the rhyme... it mentions this storm. Hmm... but then where's this suppsed "enemy?"
As he thinks it, a large club comes skimming through the air. The force with which the weapon is thrown is horrendous, and the air can be heard seperating as the wood splits through the rain and crashes directly into Blank's mouth. Gushing blood from his face, the nomad draws his sword, scanning every direction for the person who crossed him. He sees nothing but rain.
It is at this time that a powerful kick hits him in the back, and he is sent hurtling forward, almost impaling himself on his own sword as he falls. Thoroughly angry now, Blank charges the unseen foe, only to be disarmed and flung back to the ground.
Recalling the rhyme, he calls upon the power of darkness to aid him in this battle. The black and purple aura of his attack explodes from his sword in every direction, engulfing all who get in its shadowy path. The enemy is heard choking and screaming, and when the attack wears off the rain has stopped. A dead Moblin lays still, with small wisps of purple smoke festering his decomposing carcass.
Just a Moblin? What a waste...
Blank glances back to the tree, and approaches his prize. A string of inaudible curse words streams from his mouth when he finds nothing. As it turns out, Blank's attack has carried the Rune away. He heads north to continue his search.
Simply follow the path of the Moon.
When all is lost and rain shrouds sight,
Destroy the enemy wish the force of night.
Find ye there the Rune of Po,
Through the Rift to Incinera ye shall go.
The rhyme sticks in mind as he travels across the greens. The moon is still in the sky, and a jolt of hope erupts from him in the form of a laugh. But then he sees them, the distinctive trees that tells travellers they've reached the Deku Woods. The area is dead silent. Blank begins to scan the ground in front of him for signs of the Po Rune.
Grass, as far as the eye can see. A few trees. A hollowed out trunk with a strange gleam coming from it. Birds flying south... Damnit how am I supposed to fi- wait. A hollowed out trunk with a srange gleam coming from it? Haha, I found it! I knew I would!
The triumph is lost, however, with a downpour. Through the pouring rain, Blank loses sight of the Rune.
Wait, the rhyme... it mentions this storm. Hmm... but then where's this suppsed "enemy?"
As he thinks it, a large club comes skimming through the air. The force with which the weapon is thrown is horrendous, and the air can be heard seperating as the wood splits through the rain and crashes directly into Blank's mouth. Gushing blood from his face, the nomad draws his sword, scanning every direction for the person who crossed him. He sees nothing but rain.
It is at this time that a powerful kick hits him in the back, and he is sent hurtling forward, almost impaling himself on his own sword as he falls. Thoroughly angry now, Blank charges the unseen foe, only to be disarmed and flung back to the ground.
Recalling the rhyme, he calls upon the power of darkness to aid him in this battle. The black and purple aura of his attack explodes from his sword in every direction, engulfing all who get in its shadowy path. The enemy is heard choking and screaming, and when the attack wears off the rain has stopped. A dead Moblin lays still, with small wisps of purple smoke festering his decomposing carcass.
Just a Moblin? What a waste...
Blank glances back to the tree, and approaches his prize. A string of inaudible curse words streams from his mouth when he finds nothing. As it turns out, Blank's attack has carried the Rune away. He heads north to continue his search.
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A Collection of Profiles
Blank
Str :6 Def :17 Agi :4 Int :4 Spi : 1
Physical Damage Escape Rate : 17 + 2 (DEF + Agi) = 19
Spl :12 HP :51
Willpower :9
1H Deku Sword DMG : 5 + 6(Str) = 11
Dual Wield DMG [1H Deku Sword] : 11(1H Deku Sword DMG) X 2(L3 Dual Wield) = 22
FIRE DMG : 10 + 4 + 1 (Level + INT+ Grunt Base) = 15
A Collection of Profiles
Blank
Str :6 Def :17 Agi :4 Int :4 Spi : 1
Physical Damage Escape Rate : 17 + 2 (DEF + Agi) = 19
Spl :12 HP :51
Willpower :9
1H Deku Sword DMG : 5 + 6(Str) = 11
Dual Wield DMG [1H Deku Sword] : 11(1H Deku Sword DMG) X 2(L3 Dual Wield) = 22
FIRE DMG : 10 + 4 + 1 (Level + INT+ Grunt Base) = 15