《B.L.A.N.K- The search for the meta》Never gnoll what your gonna get
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After ten more minutes I had successfully pulled and killed the last two scouts. (100/2000xp)
Loot gained
-2 basic health potions
-4 gnoll ears
-cloth headpiece +5 armor(value-10 copper)
-20 copper
The respawn time on the scouts was one hour, which left me with 40 minutes to clear the rest of the 100 some odd gnolls. Somewhere in the camp was also a rare elite.
I was upon my perch, looking at the camp when I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye.
The player killers were back. They were looking through the forest, most likely for Axel whom they would never find. Naxila had deleted him, which meant he would have to restart if even that. He could be banned from blank for eternity. I shuddered at the thought and told myself I would be nicer to Naxila from now on, just in case.
They hadn't noticed me, so I silently slid down the rock and approached them.
They were griping at each other, " Where is Axel! I can't believe that little twerp blindsided us! If he wasn't so cheap! "
"I know! He took my staff and your mace! We paid so much money for those! "
I had moved to within ten feet, and called out to them, "Cheap huh! Blindsided! "
They were so scared they jumped out of their skin and yelled, "RUN!"
Environment is a key part to being a good fighter. I had waited to call out until they were in perfect position. Behind them were thick brambles and sharp pointed vines. As they turned to run they had no where to go and in that moment of hesitation I closed the gap and struck. The mage seemed to turn in slow motion as my sword made an arc towards his neck. My weapon glimmered as I activated power attack.
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Critical hit!
You have dealt 220 damage!(0/96 hp)
Ding!
You have slain player Frost12!
The weapon sliced through his neck and cut off the mages head. The weapon kept going and slashed into the clerics side.
Hit!
You have dealt 100 damage! (25/125 hp)
Ding!
You have discovered the sub-skill cleave!
Cleave 1/5
//Authors note// more info on cleave soon
Cleave! Sweet!
I finished the cleric off with a simple attack, stabbing him in the chest.
Hit!
You have dealt 75 damage! (0/125 hp)
You have slain player HolyOne12!
I looted them and they both dropped a ring that gave +2 constitution.
Score!
I equipped the rings and went back to my rock. Alright with that distraction out of the way I could focus on the gnolls. I have 30 minutes left before the scouts respawn so I needed to get cracking.
I aimed a rock at the closest gnoll to me and threw it.
Hit!
You have dealt 1 damage (199/200 hp)
Shit!
It seems the gnolls had shared aggro. Four gnolls came rushing at me like the hungry dog men they were.
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