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Characters: Minwu, Firion.
Progress: Incomplete.
Summary: Starter quest! After taking in the sights of Troia (Oh, there's a pretty pond. and a tree. and a tree, and a tree... oh look, another tree!) Minwu decides he's sick of trees and wants to get a head for random encounters again. In doing so, he realizes that he's not quite as powerful on Gaia as what he is in his world. (Read: white mage skillset.)
Location: Outskirts of Troia.
Date: A week(ish) after arrival.
Warnings: None.
About an hour into an encounter with one of the more vicious monsters around the vicinity of Troia and Minwu started to realize something was very wrong. His skill with his staff had deteriorated to the point where if he could take out a peashooter and spit chewed up bits of paper at the ettin snake he faced it would possibly do as much damage as his attempts at melee strikes with the relic staff. Rather odd. Upon his world he could instantly dispatch most things with a good, hard strike to the head - but here? He just couldn't. It wasn't the fact the monsters were any stronger, hits just didn't connect like they should. He couldn't muster the strength to do anything but give small taps to the thing, no matter how he tried.
Very odd. The inability to recall certain spells he'd committed to memory years ago was certainly disconcerting as well - but the situation was in hand. He wasn't struggling at all thanks to a few spells he'd found he'd acquired. Regen being one of them. The ettin snake attacked all right. It writhed and seemed more angered than anything with the slow death the mage was currently subjecting it to - Paralysed, blinded, and confused by Minwu's newer spells to the extent it was simply circling around the floor while hissing in anger.
Minwu couldn't help but find distaste for this. He'd tried to end it swiftly and mercifully by casting drain. That hadn't worked. Then he tried the more painful, but just as swift end by casting flare. Again, hadn't worked. Something, somewhere was lost -- and no matter how he tried to recall the words to the spells in question, they wouldn't come.
"Firion. Would you mind?" He asked - deciding there was little point in trying any further. The spells were gone. Long gone, and whatever this creature was, no matter how it had attacked without any semblance of mercy, how it had started this - it deserved to die without any more suffering.
Progress: Incomplete.
Summary: Starter quest! After taking in the sights of Troia (Oh, there's a pretty pond. and a tree. and a tree, and a tree... oh look, another tree!) Minwu decides he's sick of trees and wants to get a head for random encounters again. In doing so, he realizes that he's not quite as powerful on Gaia as what he is in his world. (Read: white mage skillset.)
Location: Outskirts of Troia.
Date: A week(ish) after arrival.
Warnings: None.
About an hour into an encounter with one of the more vicious monsters around the vicinity of Troia and Minwu started to realize something was very wrong. His skill with his staff had deteriorated to the point where if he could take out a peashooter and spit chewed up bits of paper at the ettin snake he faced it would possibly do as much damage as his attempts at melee strikes with the relic staff. Rather odd. Upon his world he could instantly dispatch most things with a good, hard strike to the head - but here? He just couldn't. It wasn't the fact the monsters were any stronger, hits just didn't connect like they should. He couldn't muster the strength to do anything but give small taps to the thing, no matter how he tried.
Very odd. The inability to recall certain spells he'd committed to memory years ago was certainly disconcerting as well - but the situation was in hand. He wasn't struggling at all thanks to a few spells he'd found he'd acquired. Regen being one of them. The ettin snake attacked all right. It writhed and seemed more angered than anything with the slow death the mage was currently subjecting it to - Paralysed, blinded, and confused by Minwu's newer spells to the extent it was simply circling around the floor while hissing in anger.
Minwu couldn't help but find distaste for this. He'd tried to end it swiftly and mercifully by casting drain. That hadn't worked. Then he tried the more painful, but just as swift end by casting flare. Again, hadn't worked. Something, somewhere was lost -- and no matter how he tried to recall the words to the spells in question, they wouldn't come.
"Firion. Would you mind?" He asked - deciding there was little point in trying any further. The spells were gone. Long gone, and whatever this creature was, no matter how it had attacked without any semblance of mercy, how it had started this - it deserved to die without any more suffering.