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Jul 1, 2017 15:32:57 GMT -5
Post by mark on Jul 1, 2017 15:32:57 GMT -5
[attr="class","bw-r-img"] [attr="class","bw-r-name"]TREASURE CHEST [attr="class","bw-r-fade"] [attr="class","bw-r-border"] [attr="class","bw-r-bg"] [attr="class","bw-desc"] descriptionThree treasure chests have spawned in the area! It's your job to find one and snag the loot! Simply reply to this thread with an in-character post and a roll as you're searching for the loot in the area. You may try as many times as you'd like, but you need at least two posts from others in between your next one. Once you roll one of the numbers below, you've won one of the prizes and you can no longer participate. Once three winners roll one of the numbers the event is over so there's no need to continue. rollsvT5|QYOM
requirements• don't cheat • need at least one post in gargantua or dungeon of the endless • use [*roll] to roll in your post, but remove the asterisk • post needs to be in-character • 150 word requirement for posts in this thread • all characters can roll, no restrictions per person or character • one win per member • ends 07/07 rewards• first prize: ₡350• second prize: ₡250• third prize: ₡150
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Jul 1, 2017 15:49:08 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jul 1, 2017 15:49:08 GMT -5
"Oh, how droll." People were running around as chickens missing heads for a chance - a CHANCE! - to get some silly treasure that no one would find. It was a fruitless endeavor, the kind she lived for solely because it meant she might be able to wring some pain out of it for her story. After all, she had no greed and thus no desire to find this silly chest. ... But why let that stop her? If she had to be the villain to make someone give her what she wanted, so be it. And so, Nightingale's instruments blew the sands and the crags, eroding walls and sending away sand with sound alone. She'd find it sooner or later, for she was the prodigal child of music that made everyone around weep tears at the sound of her dulcet performances. She practically had no choice but to find it. That didn't mean she WOULD, but Melody was more than willing to ignore logic to palpate her own ego. 7ANCnnZXwhat's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 1, 2017 15:58:52 GMT -5
Post by asterisk on Jul 1, 2017 15:58:52 GMT -5
truth be told, aster was interested in the pursuit of riches and had set out early in the morning to do so. rumors had started to fly all over town of several troves of treasure located deep in the badlands. some warned her about going on her own, but she couldn't bring herself to ask her only friend to come along with her. she had meant to use the coin to surprise the asmodeus after all and with that goal in mind, she picked up a shovel and a map for the journey. it was a simple rusty shovel that was given to her by a passing adventurer and the map, well, that one she had to pay for with the man assuring her that it was real. worth a shot, she told herself.
aster double-checked the 'x' marked on the map and the area that she had stumbled across to match up the two. she nodded to herself, almost fifty percent sure that she had to dig here. pulling out the shovel, she began to put in the work that was actually a lot harder than it seemed. the ground was hard and dry from the sun beating down on it. if not for the water bottle that she brought along, the task would've been practically impossible for her strength. after a good ten minutes of digging, she had struck what she hoped was gold.
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Jul 1, 2017 17:34:10 GMT -5
Post by Scholar on Jul 1, 2017 17:34:10 GMT -5
[attr="class","TheHandmaiden05"] [attr="class","TheHandmaiden"] L ooking for some hidden treasure was always a decent enough reason to get out of the house and explore more for once. After all it was treasure theres no way it wouldn't be useful in the long run when it came to surviving this game. Though what the black haired girl didn't expect was just what the hell was going on in Dione when she arrived there. While she had seen the little in game notification about the changes in the area and wanted to check into them more personally she didn't really expect the sand storms to be this bad. While the message about Dione said that there were sandstorms and rain showers just going at it on Dione the area that Scholar had decided to go digging for treasure was getting ravaged by a sandstorm at the moment. However even despite the weather and the weird glitchy npcs in the area Scholar was determined to find herself one of these treasures hidden in the area. With her desire to find one pushing her on the girl would set to work on searching the bad lands with the shovel a freaky glitched out npc gave her, digging at odd looking parts of the ground in hopes of striking gold. JXuRO4B0❀ 210 words
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Jul 1, 2017 19:53:07 GMT -5
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Post by faust on Jul 1, 2017 19:53:07 GMT -5
The desert? Really?
Faust frowned as she wiped the sweat off of the back of her neck, floating in a lazy sitting position as the heat baked away. Had it been anywhere else in Dione, she pretended she wouldn't have complained as much. Fact was, she probably still would have. The dirt in the badlands was hard, though. To dig into it, she'd needed to get a drill.
Not for herself, though, of course not,
The Asmodeus pouted at the man who drilled away into the sand, illiciting a frustrated cry when she leaned into his line of sight with a, "How much longer?" If she kept it up, she probably wouldn't even have to lose him later. He was too close to a rage quit. Unfortunately, that'd leave all the hard work to her after he left, but-
she heard the clink-clink-clink as the drill hit something else, but apparently he didn't. "I thought you said you were good at this?" she pushed with wide blue eyes, watching as he threw the drill down and rushed off. with no competitor left, the demon floated down and picked up the treasure box, setting it neatly into her lap and opening it. after all, it was clear he didn't want it.
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Jul 1, 2017 20:03:08 GMT -5
Post by asterisk on Jul 1, 2017 20:03:08 GMT -5
aster lifted up the chest putting all her strength into her legs as she pulled it out from the cracked earth. letting it down gently, the girl brushed off the dust from the lid, smiling brightly at the find. she could only hope that it was filled with coin, at least, a bit to help her out with becoming a pet maker of sorts. the sooner she could gather up the money, the sooner she could start to learn the craft. rolling up the sleeves of her blouse, aster set herself to work on breaking into the treasure chest. it was pretty stupid, but it never occurred to her that she needed a tool to help her open it only assuming that it would be easy.
aster frowned, wiping the sweat off her forehead as she scrolled through her inventory for some help. no luck. with a shrug, she decided that using her weapon would work out. the moment the bass had manifested in her hand, aster gripped it tightly by it's neck and with heavy swings, went to town on the old chest. whack, whack, whack. she was sure that if anything, she was destroying her weapon in the process, but paid no mind. it would be worth it in the end. one last swing was all she had in her and luckily, the top was broken into after shaking her weapon loose and tossing it aside to peer into it.
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Jul 1, 2017 20:16:56 GMT -5
Post by Sovereign on Jul 1, 2017 20:16:56 GMT -5
It was.. amusing to see so many people scattered about the desert of all places attempting to find buried treasure. A small smile twisting the corners of her lips upright as she remained tucked away from most of the crowd, she supposed she could join in on the activities but watching everyone was in its own way another reward. The elated expressions that crossed faces and deflated ones after when the treasure they found ended up being junk or nothing at all.
"I suppose," She murmured to herself, heaving the sword off her back and setting it aside. She had been standing over her own spot for a little while, her own inventory displaying the map that had a circle mark next to the large boulder to her side with an '- x - marks the spot!' from a passing NPC who was handing them out. They were probably enjoying the chase as much as the players were.
With a quiet huff she knelt down into the sand and began to dig, pulling aside more sand and dirt until she hit something solid nail first, a hiss from her lips as she furrowed her eyebrows and waved her hand off. Digging around its sides until she could heave it from the ground and set it down solidly beside her. "Well, hopefully this digging will be worth it." She opened the chest.
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Jul 1, 2017 20:25:48 GMT -5
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Jul 1, 2017 20:25:37 GMT -5
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Post by redline on Jul 1, 2017 20:25:37 GMT -5
“It's time to accelerate!”
Not all heroes talked to themselves, but this one did. Bits of spark and dust gathered around the remnants of each step he made against the heated rock. He was a speedster by trade, and a hero by heart. Only the dangers and peril brought by the sudden change in Dione's scenery summoned his curiosity to this place. Fortunately being a savior was also a lucky endeavor. “Wait, wait, wait!” He spoke to himself again with the soles of his weapons braking across the dirt. A loud screech echoed along with his cause, the sound of rubber flattening across the floor.
Stopping wasn't easy, especially for this runner. But when a loot indicator pops up on your interface, it's hard to turn a blind eye. There was a treasure chest in the area, and redline sought to find it. By using his own accelerate skill, the attacker made light work of the dirt and rock of the location. He checked behind pillars, rocks, bits of old wood, anything he could get his hands on. Finally a cracked indention in a nearby stone wall caught his attention. As his legs swiftly carried him to the location, his mind only wandered in hope and glee.
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Jul 1, 2017 20:50:42 GMT -5
Post by caritas on Jul 1, 2017 20:50:42 GMT -5
The last time he was in the desert, it was a lot tamer than this. While there had been sandstorms and dinosaurs roaming around the place, it wasn’t as ‘glitchy’ as it was last time. Now the winds were picking up and ruins were being uncovered around the area that definitely weren’t shown before. While he was passing by Fool’s Errands, the NPCs were acting strange. Everything about Dione was becoming a mess and he didn’t want to stick around long to see what would happen. Whatever was disturbing the environment was doing a hell of a job.
Another treasure chest had spawned in the area and it was ironic that it would be during the time that everything was falling to shit. There was sand everywhere and the wind had not stopped since he entered the area. He just wanted to hopefully find the chest and leave, not wanting to stay in the area for any longer than he needed to. Staring at the map, he saw the indicator of a nearby chest and quickly ran to the location where it spawned. “Here goes nothing…”
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Jul 1, 2017 20:55:27 GMT -5
Post by Scholar on Jul 1, 2017 20:55:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","TheHandmaiden05"] [attr="class","TheHandmaiden"] T he good thing about being trapped in a video game world was that one didn't really get physically tired. All that they really had to deal with were stamina and mana bars when it came to being "tired". Which was good for someone like Scholar who out in the real world wasn't the most physically capable person and would of been exhausted by now with all the shoveling she had been doing. Sending another shovelful of sand off to the side Scholar shook her head slightly in disappointment, there was no treasure in sight at all. Though the one good thing that worked out in the young girl's favor was that her shovel had hit and killed a couple random bugs while she was digging, giving her just enough mutation stacks to sprout her wings. Consuming those few stacks she had Scholar would grow a pair of red wings from her back before flying up out of the little hole she built, landing next to it a moment later. It was just the easiest way to get out of the hole at the moment. With her shovel still in hand Scholar would close her eyes as she made her way through the sandstorm in search of a better place to dig for treasures. ZpkcF7ME❀ 213 words
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Jul 1, 2017 21:16:49 GMT -5
Post by Matryoshka on Jul 1, 2017 21:16:49 GMT -5
 maya comes to realize that she enjoys the feeling of sand escaping her grasp. she’d felt it before as a child, and another during a ‘surprise’ vacation prompted by her father's promotion at work. however after that she cannot place a memory to it. but, as she bent down to scoop another handful of sand -- feeling it slowly fall back to the ground -- maya makes a mental to remember this. dione hadn’t been what she thought it would. talking to npcs for advice on where to go had been a strange experience. stutters and confusion was all most could offer her and, after some time, maya had figured out the direction herself. she was late and, from the sounds being called out, she could only assume others had found the hidden prizes. it had taken some time to finally find something hidden within the sand. if cecil had been there to see her run into the chest she knew he’d have rushed over to ask if she was okay. her fingers brushed the sand away, finding the edges of the chest before slowly lifting the top. hopefully she’d find something.
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Jul 1, 2017 21:28:44 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jul 1, 2017 21:28:44 GMT -5
treasure? the last time she went on a wild treasure hunt was back in underworld. there, she was faced with a slew of troves littered deep inside a forest. she came out with a fucking half-dead dog as some joke rather than gold and just because of that, she was hesitant. still, the rumors of the amount of coin sounded nice. it would be enough for her to forge a decent mount or even better, commission skadi to craft her a new set of armor. yeah, that sounded good.
without a shovel or anything remotely similar to one, she was left digging with her god damn hands like a wild animal. if not for the fact that her gecko absorbed heat, she wouldn't have tried with this temperature. that didn't mean shit with the humidity though, and that was turning out to be more of a nuisance than she thought. grumbling, anya lugged out the first thing that she had struck into with her gauntlet, dragging it out of the hole and onto the dry ground. it didn't look like anything she had seen in fact, it was shaped like a damn dirtied glass bottle. shrugging, she smashed it in her demonite covered hand.
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Jul 2, 2017 1:21:21 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jul 2, 2017 1:21:21 GMT -5
[attr="class","borderimg"] [attr="class","genesis"] [attr="class","weight"]we pack demolition, A treasure chest notification rung in her ear. Shaking her head, the purple haired woman frowned, because she had no idea what that alarm was for. She couldn't even get to the menu either, because it was difficult for her to remember how to do so. How did she do menu things? Well lucky for her there were short cuts in motions, and she could do that! However, sometimes her game did things like this, and it bothered her. Frowning still, she tilted her head this way and that as she thought. But if there was a treasure chest around these parts, it might be a good thing! She could use some new things, and with that thought, the elder player just continued to look around. Well, the reason she was in the badlands in the first place is because she wanted to take the fight to some naughty children. They were NPCs of course, but she still wanted to see if they were truly stronger - the mysteriousness of the area was exciting! So she had no problems rooting around for a treasure chest. With a hum, she found herself exploring this little patch of land, that was slowly going behind a giant rock of some sort. Kind of like a path hidden on the side of a cliff she found once as a child. So without hesitation, she wandered it, uncaring of any potential dangers. And she was rewarded, when she found the chest she could open. [attr="class","angeal"]7s0AI|e4 |
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Jul 5, 2017 12:59:22 GMT -5
Post by grimnir on Jul 5, 2017 12:59:22 GMT -5
Grimnir didn’t visit the desert area of Gargantuan to often just because he wasn’t the biggest fan of sand in general, now he really didn’t like coming around this time cause everything seemed weird and off more than usual. The NPCs were all twitchy the storms would come and go and were a lot more erratic then normal. He never liked finding his virtual prison glitching out because that made him paranoid, what if a glitch got so bad the system crashed what would happen to everyone stuck in Broken War? The thought plagued him as he walked around wrapping a bit of cloth around is face to keep the sand out of his eyes and mouth, it was annoying having to try and wash out his hair of every bit of sand that loved to stick to his scalp. A lot of players had made their way to the area due to a notification of some treasure chests spawning and wanting to make some quick money. Grimnir went ahead and spent his evening searching for treasure like everyone else.
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Jul 5, 2017 17:45:01 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 5, 2017 17:45:01 GMT -5
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a treasure hunt?
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not an exciting concept when keeping in mind the labors that come with it and the prospects of finding nothing for one's effort and time. the thief tapped her fingertips together as she watched the others go about their business from the comfort of her seat located in a nicely shaded area. her eyes narrowed at one particular player digging at the ground with a shovel. nothing special and rather plain (she might add) upon first glance of this hardworking man drenched in sweat from head to toe. the woman's face twisted at the sight, but kept her smile all but for one special reason -- this man's speed. the others were digging their hearts out at a relatively even pace and this included this man until just recently.
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why else would one dig with such fervor out of nowhere? the answer was of course the excavation of an elusive treasure chest. this was to be her target and after careful observation, she had decided that it was time to take what was hers. as nice as it was, she wasn't thrilled about leaving the luxury of her seat, but would do it for the sake of coin. well, correction, the chance of coin as she was well aware the chests were sometimes found to be empty after all the trouble. one could only hope for the best.
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arin whistled a sweet tune as she approached the man from behind, stepping quietly from side to side to catch a glimpse at her prize. her smile widened as the kind man had even dusted the top off for her. convenient. tapping the stranger's shoulder, she watched with amusement as he had jumped with surprise at her 'sudden' appearance, back pressed against the old box. she hadn't even allowed him a single word in when she curled a finger, speaking in a smooth whisper, "congratulations on your find. i had just found one myself earlier and these things just won't open without a key. if you go north, you'll find a pile of them laying around; courtesy of the developer." she stepped aside with a sweet smile, "if you'd like, i'll be sure to watch over it for you until you return. there's nothing to worry about after all, with my strength, i wouldn't be able to make off with it."
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there were no questions asked, only quick nods from the other player before he had taken off in the mentioned direction. arin shrugged, equipping her weapon the moment he was out of sight. with a clean swing, the lock was shattered into fragments, popping the lid up to reveal it's contents.
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