[Open Class] Intermediate Stealth (Uru)

[PhiferWolf]

Stage 3
HP: -20/60

Fail #4

 

[PhiferWolf]

Stage 1
HP: 30/60
-30 & Move on

The Stealth Class was normally done by the Horsemen Clans. He was appreciative that the ancient race of riders would offer classes, to share their vast knowledge to the students and alumni of Amityville. For that, he was indeed grateful. Uru needed a break from renovating and moving to his new home. Things were just not going the way he had planned. This class, he had noted, was another Horseman Class, an intermediate level of the beginner class he had taken before. He had greeted the clansman, Invictus. He had learned a few things after exchanging words with the horseman. It is not often an individual could make the demon shift his opinions.The task today was to infiltrate a large hive of bees and retrieve an item. Something he was capable of doing. It was going to hurt, but it was a challenge. Rolling his shoulders, he set forth to get what was needed.

The main entrance was a bit unorthodox than he had expected. It wasn't some sort of grand entrance but various holes that led into the foyer - if one were to call it that - of the hive. This was a class of stealth. He had to stay out of sight. Pressing himself against the wall, he pushed forward some until a few sentries spotted him. Tsking, the demon took the stings as he sprinted into the next room. Only to run into another. He made a dash to the next room, rolling around a corner, pressing himself against the side as the sentry passed. He was thankful they didn't have any sort of heightened sense of smell.

At least, that he could tell. Still, onward.  

[PhiferWolf]

Stage 2
HP: 30/60

How foolish. How foolish he was to step callously into the next room. The room belonging to the queen. They shared a glance before it let out a buzzing screech as he was quickly escorted out of the chamber, out of the hive and dropped unceremoniously onto the ground.  

[PhiferWolf]

Stage 1
HP: 10/60
-20 + shortcut

He wasn't going to give up. Rolling his shoulders, tilting his neck, he snuck back inside. The sentries were still on high alert, picking him out quickly. Growling to himself, the demon dashed and escaped down a corridor. After having lost one sentry, he picked up another. Unfortunate, but nothing he could do but escape from its sight. Sliding into a comb, he evaded not one, but two sentries. Now, to bide his time. If he recalled correctly, the queen's room was near... perhaps... on the other side of this comb.

Carefully, he poked through the other side.  

[PhiferWolf]

Stage 2
HP: 10/60

He was right. The queen's room was here. And luckily, he was off to her flank to out of her line of sight. The buzzing in the room was deafening. Her large size made a good block from any sentries that stood before her. Of course, whatever guarded her would guard her front, her back would normally be closed off, but he was resourceful. Or really lucky. Nearby, he noticed a pile of sacks and boxes, things that the hive must have spirited away from Amity... These are what Invictus might have been looking for. Quickly, he stretched forward, pulled a sack to his chest as he crawled back up the comb.  

[PhiferWolf]

Stage 3
HP: 10/60
-0
-0 (adding +1 to the 7, making it an 8 ) - Escape
-0
-Escape

With the satchel pulled close to his chest, Uru moved slowly and quietly through the hive. The fireworks he had left inside the comb was enough to have the queen screeching in fright, drawing all the hive into a buzz to her aid. She probably wasn't aware of what it was, nor was the rest of the hive. As he hid around corners and ducking into shadows, he was overlooked as the attention was drawn to their leader. Slipping outside, he returned to Invictus with the belongings of whomever it was.