Poison Ivy

At the last second, Alisha signs up for Quest #39, the party being herself, Dak Shadeaux, and Nagure. She also signs up for Quest #38.

Not always, for example if there were two Lvl 10 enemies and a Lvl 5 enemy, the hero could choose to hit either Lvl 10 enemy until one or both are defeated, in which case they would attack the Lvl 5 enemy. I dunno, I haven't figured that out yet. That would be great, thanks for the input!

How do you mean? Thanks for the feedback! Dammit, I did forget to say that it could carry shields. The permananantly Slowed effect is a good idea too. I was going with the more literal interpretation of the word "Juggernaut", which the dictionary says means "a huge, powerful, or overwhelming force or institution". That's what I was going for there, something that can kill enemies quickly. Capt. JohnPaul's idea for permanently Slowed makes sense though, I'm going to change it so that either that becomes a job trait or the Shield leaves the Juggernaut Stunned for the next round, similar to a Black Knight's shield skill.

Where did you get this emoticon!?

A little something I came up with earlier: Juggernaut *picture coming* Health Bonus +13 These fighters brutally obliterate enemies with no regard for personal safety. Job traits: Risky:The Juggernaut can only target the enemy with the highest level. Destroyer: The Juggernaut hits hard, but can only target one enemy at a time (similar to a Berserker) Intimidation: The Juggernaut uses their armored appearance to strike fear into other's hearts. Challenger: The Juggernaut never flees from a fight, even when a Smoke Bomb is thrown. SHIELD: Rolling Hero: The Juggernaut attacks the three enemies with the most remaining HP with strength equal to five times their weapon power added to their level. (e.g. WP:10 x 5 + level 30 = 80 damage to three enemies) EXTREMELY CRITICAL HIT: The Juggernaut hits the enemy with strength equal to three times their weapon power added to their level times two. (e.g WP:10 x 3 + level 30 x 2 = 90 damage to the target. POWERFUL HIT: The Juggernaut hits the target with strength equal to two times their weapon power added to their level. (e.g. WP:10 x 2 + level 30 = 50 damage) HELPER: The Juggernaut aids an ally below it in the battle order, hitting the ally's target with their weapon power only (e.g. WP:10 = 10 damage done) DAMAGING COUNTER: The Juggernaut is damaged by it's opponent, but strikes back with its bare hands, dealing damage back to the enemy equal to the Juggernaut's level only. SPECIAL COUNTER: The Juggernaut is struck by it's opponent's Special, but has a 50/50 chance of deflecting the special back to the target (determined by a dice roll)

"Oh, shut the (censored for your mind's benefit) up, people. Someone's trying to get some rest around here," Alisha mutters, head on the table. She sees, through half-lidded eyes, the idiot what's-his-name-can't-cook-bear walking out of the hall with some undead hero, and mutters some more curse words under her breath, some of which she had learned from a mentor of hers. This man (well, he wasn't really a man, more of a squid) could make you go mad with one word (Trust us, he lost friends fast). She was the only one who could listen to him for more than a few seconds, and she had picked up a few curses in his language. If anyone in the hall had heard them, they would promptly fall dead on the spot. Luckily, she didn't think anyone had. Maybe that would be a good way to get rid of Pretzel, she thought, falling into a deep sleep and dreaming of killing all the idiots in the hall, a vicious smile coming across her face.

"Alisha. Not hungry, don't care for bear or rabbit anyways." "Shut the hell up, jackass," Alisha says, not caring that she's actually furthering the Rogue's point with this comment. "Why do all you men think that women are too weak to fight their own battles? Between you and Leo, I would have myself a private guard. If you really want to fight my battles for me, then buzz the hell off." "He's probably used to eating it raw, like me." Seeing strange looks directed at her, Alisha says, "What? You don't eat your meat raw? " "Okay, now you're just being frickin' stupid."

I'm on right now if anyone wants to play.

Stuff. None-of-your-concern stuff.

OOC: Megablocks, forgot to put that axe in there and take out the swords.... IC: "Disappointed in me?" Alisha laughs. "This is rich, coming from someone who somehow manages to hate people he's never met, let alone knows."

"You call that powerful?" Alisha says, thumping the butt of her greataxe on Lycan's head, nearly knocking the poor fellow out. "This is powerful, not that." "Although it pains me greatly to speak it, for once Pretzel's right. He might be a jackass, but you can't beat him. Not yet, anyway." "More like he could take you in one hit. And I could take you in less." "Don't make me smack both your heads together." "Okay, that's it!" Alisha gets up and grabs Pretzel by the hood and Lycan by the hair, and cracks their skulls together, making a loud sound. "I'll do it again, if you like." "I was on it. Does that tell you something?"

Alisha makes a dismissive gesture towards Alexis, while raising a certain expressive digit in the monk's direction. "Pay no attention to him, miss, he's just a weirdo who can't find his place in the world.

I rage quit about a week ago, but I got back on today, thinking that maybe I would get back into the game. Needless to say, I remembered why I quit in the first place. Was cruising through levels, hunting Drakes and Swarms in the middle plains, and found a Pheonix Lord. I thought that I could handle it, I did have a Cracked Crystal Skull after all. Killed a ton of minions, went for the boss. Started circling, and he started spawning more minions. Went for the skull....but I had no MP left. Desperately tried to hit the Nexus key, but was too slow. Bye-bye, PoisonKate #too-big-a-number.

I haven't watched the final episodes of the series yet, but I believe it is made out of Sensei Wu's flute. BTW, the set comes with all four golden weapons too, you can see them stuck in holders under the front cockpit.

"Shut. The. Hell. Up. Pretzel," Alisha says, walking back into the hall. Apparently recovered, she is munching on a chunk of what suspiciously looks like raw flesh. "Everyone knows there's more than one god. Hell, each race has its own set. And since you seem to be the only one to devotedly follow that archaic religion, stop trying to convert other people. Wallow in your misery as other gods rise above yours. Kill yourself, I don't care. Just shut the hell up."

Alisha walks into the Marketplace, clutching her head with 135 Gold clinking in her pockets as she did. First, she looks on sadly as she sells Svek (WP:3) for 15 Gold. The weapon had served her well, but she had to move on. Then, shesells her Broadsword (WP:6), for 30 Gold. She doesn't mind this sale as much as her previous one; the weapon had barely seen any action, and didn't hold any meaning for her. With this done, and walking away with 180 Gold, Alisha sets her only remaining weapon, the Draugr's axe of bone and metal, onto the counter of Anwyl's smithy, along with 110 Gold for the service of upgrading it to WP:11 and very detailed plans on how to rebuild it. Then, she proceeds to Portia's Potion Shack, picking up four Meads, costing her 60 Gold. With 10 Gold left, she buys two Potions. She then walks back, thanks Anwyl for the upgrade and metal-plating of the Bone Axe, along with the new shape of the blade. She has 0 Gold left, but she is confident that she won't be defeated in fair combat again. OOC: 135+15+30=180, 180-110=70, 15 x 4 = 60, 70-60=10, 10-10 = 0.

"Urgh....." Alisha said, stepping into the main part of the Hall from where she had been sleeping. Her head ached terribly, but she somehow managed to remain upright until she made it to the bar, slumping into the chair she had sat in last night, between the sleeping Rogue and Alexis, the elf who had talked to her. She looked around, even though every movement was pure torture to her aching head, and saw Daxus conversing with Pretzel and Benji, arguing about cowardice or something or other. I ought to go knock their heads together, she thought. Maybe that would put some sense in them. But I'd rather not, not until I'm recovered. Sighing under her breath, she stood, a wince twitching at the corners of her eyes and lips, and then walked to the Marketplace. After her shopping trip, no one would be able to best her in combat again, she silently vowed.

When will we know whether we passed or not? Suspense has claimed another victim--me! First off, congrats Scum, you really played amazingly well. Well...some of you, that is. Chromeknight, I loved your performance! You dug yourself right into the heart of the Town, and made a great play, killing off almost all the Power Roles in the first two day/night cycles! RPGer, you made yourself extremely scummy at the beginning, but then (somehow) managed to get the mob off your back and stay under the radar from that point on. JackJonesPaw, you did look scummy, always pushing for Flipz to get voted off, and jumping on bandwagons. You were extremely lucky no one noticed that but the people who were getting bandwagoned. palathadric, you were accused by several people, me one of them, but you did a great job of preventing yourself from getting lynched. Overall, good job Scum! I'll be posting what I thought of the Town's performance soon.

"I don't shee a hat.... Maybe yer right, shough... I chould probably shleep it off..." Alisha retreats, stumbling, to her room.

He has Gimli's face! Seriously, though, that looks like Gimli's. Although the torso printing is great, and so is the head, I'm not going to jump on this. I can wait until the sets come out, even though I wish Legolas came in a smaller set.

"...Alicha. I'm not feelin' sho well...." Alisha's face turns a bit green. "'ight 'ave 'ad a bit to mush beer..."

"...Oush," Alisha said, stretching and yawning nonchalantly at the bar, then burping loudly. Her pains from the Quest still hadn't gone away, even though she'd been drinking mead and wine by the gallon. Her speech was slurred, her vision wavy, and her steps wobbly as she stumbled toward some forlorn corner of the Hall, wanting to be alone for a while. Her eyes crossed a bit as she tried to concentrate on someone coming toward her, but it was no use. Too much alchohol hadn't done her much good. The person bumped her shoulder as they walked by, and she muttered a garbled "Jackash." She sat down heavily, dust whoomphing from the cushions of a seat in a corner of the bar, next to a young boy in the clothing of a Rogue, whom she vaguely recognized from a picture she had seen while she was at the Hall before. Someone she had written letters to during her Quest. Couldn't remember the name. Nonetheless, she spoke, obviously drunk. "Hullo, I shink I remember you from shomewere...."