Blackwatch
Floor 4 / Town of Angels Rest / Level 26
The town of Angels Rest, the first town players find after coming from the floor 3 boss room. A city of cobblestone streets and homes, the smell of pine needles and grilled food permeates the air. The town itself is filled to bursting with players and npcs alike all wandering about in the mid day sun. Groups of players celebrate another victory over Kayaba Akihiko and his horror show of a game. Front line players have long since left the town, not content to wait around while a new set of challenges await them here. From the reports filtering back from the more exploration driven players already combing the horizon this floor was a rising mountain.
Plateus and small mountains dotted the visible landscape from the towns high towers with the sun overhead. Nestled in the shadowed alcove of one such tower was the elusive player Blackwatch, a known 'exploiter'. Players had created a rumor of a 'black clad fighter with a small dagger capable of killing anything in a single critical hit'. Speculation commonly placed it on a glitch involving piercing skills and damage multipliers.
Blackwatch held his dagger infront of him and admired the glint of light on the blood red blade, catching his reflection.
"Damned unlucky, isn't it Grandfather? To be hated for being lucky."
The dagger used was an event drop from floor 3, a monster wielded this very dagger. Or at least a visual form of it. The weapon was unique in that instead of having higher base damage or faster attack speed, it offered a unique skill to the wielder. "Grim Finale" caused damage dealt to monsters to drastically increase the next critical strikes damage based on the number of times you landed a crippling blow. Blackwatch had taken armor piercing and lacerating strikes at early levels and now the results with this weapon had become almost too easy.
Blackwatch stood up slowly and stretched his back and arms with a yawn, lifting the decorative mask to rub his sleep deprived eyes as he turned to view the north gate. A single player, decently armed with a great ax and sturdy plate, was yelling his challenges to the digital hell they were trapped in. Full of fight.
The lone fighter made his way into the wilds with optimism and dreams of riches to come.
Unaware that his shadow had grown very heavy under the weight of his new follower with the orange name. When the sun fell in the sky the watch would begin in full. But someones watch would end.
Floor 4 / Town of Angels Rest / Level 26
The town of Angels Rest, the first town players find after coming from the floor 3 boss room. A city of cobblestone streets and homes, the smell of pine needles and grilled food permeates the air. The town itself is filled to bursting with players and npcs alike all wandering about in the mid day sun. Groups of players celebrate another victory over Kayaba Akihiko and his horror show of a game. Front line players have long since left the town, not content to wait around while a new set of challenges await them here. From the reports filtering back from the more exploration driven players already combing the horizon this floor was a rising mountain.
Plateus and small mountains dotted the visible landscape from the towns high towers with the sun overhead. Nestled in the shadowed alcove of one such tower was the elusive player Blackwatch, a known 'exploiter'. Players had created a rumor of a 'black clad fighter with a small dagger capable of killing anything in a single critical hit'. Speculation commonly placed it on a glitch involving piercing skills and damage multipliers.
Blackwatch held his dagger infront of him and admired the glint of light on the blood red blade, catching his reflection.
"Damned unlucky, isn't it Grandfather? To be hated for being lucky."
The dagger used was an event drop from floor 3, a monster wielded this very dagger. Or at least a visual form of it. The weapon was unique in that instead of having higher base damage or faster attack speed, it offered a unique skill to the wielder. "Grim Finale" caused damage dealt to monsters to drastically increase the next critical strikes damage based on the number of times you landed a crippling blow. Blackwatch had taken armor piercing and lacerating strikes at early levels and now the results with this weapon had become almost too easy.
Blackwatch stood up slowly and stretched his back and arms with a yawn, lifting the decorative mask to rub his sleep deprived eyes as he turned to view the north gate. A single player, decently armed with a great ax and sturdy plate, was yelling his challenges to the digital hell they were trapped in. Full of fight.
The lone fighter made his way into the wilds with optimism and dreams of riches to come.
Unaware that his shadow had grown very heavy under the weight of his new follower with the orange name. When the sun fell in the sky the watch would begin in full. But someones watch would end.
