A legendary giant bird roosts among the peak of Rolanberry Fields, a bird known as Simurgh. The giant bird easily is taller then any Galka, easily twice as tall. It makes its roost by the Fountain of Partings. To get to this area one must pass through Dietmund's Field (an old friend of mine to be honest). Then you enter into the dreaded Crawler's Nest, those annoying and dangerous crawlers usually do not threaten us as we boldly move through their home. Regarded as predators they do little to act on us, but for the most part a bunch of less experienced adventurers are constantly the center of attention in other places. By whatever means Crawler's Nest is safe for the most powerful adventurers to cross through unaided.
One you've passed through the disgusting tunnels of Crawler's Nest there is a beautiful leaf-strewn lake. Simurgh often appears on this lake once a month, and as always adventurers are awaiting his arrival. The giant bird is typically more dangerous then one would initially expect. After about twenty minutes of being attacked it becomes enraged and will send even the most powerful of elite hunters to their graves.
Last month a small team of five attacked the bird as soon as it appeared. A powerful samurai, an incredible monk, a humble white mage and a cute Tarutaru black mage and a bold, but seemingly narcoleptic red mage. The monk ran in and chi blasted the bird, immediately the fight was on. The samurai and monk attacked the bird and using ninjutsu shadow clones were able to save themselves from the powerful beak of Simurgh…most of the time.
The white mage often healed the injured fighters, however the red mage seemed more interested in sleeping or doing something to actually take a major role in the fight, no more then a few enfeebling spells were cast in the duration of the fight. The black mage, paranoid at becoming the target from spells had apparently decided not to risk it and chose to watch instead.
The battle went on for fifteen minutes, Simurgh was on his last leg. It would be over soon it seemed, the monk flipped out and started hitting the bird with everything she had. A new-age Rocky of sorts. The two fighters became exhausted and tired soon after, but kept hacking away at the beast for five more minutes. Simurgh repeatedly sang songs to put people to sleep, the magical notes of the bird had the effect to slow people down as well as induce sleep!
At last it had been twenty minutes, other hunters started whispering to one another, hurried quick calls through their link pearls and parties. They were expecting something to happen. The die-hard hunters started to prepare themselves for combat while the group was killing it. Simurgh would fall in a minute or two at this pace, but then it happened. Simurgh became faster and stronger then before, his defense and evasion improved rapidly. A joke between the hunters refers to this insane growth as 'DBZ Mode' in which the weak suddenly find renewed strength and increase in power over drawn out battles. Laugh all you want, but 'DBZ Mode' is also referred to as 'God Mode' because all physical and almost all magic attacks become pointless and Simurgh's attacks become overwhelming.
In a frantic rush the white mage cried out, "I don't want to die!" and used magic to heal the party and turn and run in the opposite direction. Simurgh turned around and shot towards the white mage who ran for her life. Though it didn't take long for the speedy bird to catch up to her. With two pecks the white mage was down in the ground, unconscious from the injury.
The samurai came in and jumped on the bird, swinging his katana wildly in a spiral. Simurgh just turned, cocked its head and bit into the samurai. The samurai gasped and fell to the ground. Then the poor monk stood out against the bird and a futile effort unleashed a stream of powerful hits upon Simurgh, but not a single one connected. Simurgh flew up into the air and kicked the monk with its foot, landed on the ground and screamed instantly making the monk fall to the ground with a thud.
At last the other hunters joined in, over twenty tired to get control of the beast, but the humble black mage nabbed it by stunning the creature and by the rules of claiming had all right to it. Though as soon as he took claim no sooner had the beak been pounded into his head, falling him to. Again the hunters joined in, my group managed to wrest control of the beast and the blitzkrieg began!
The monks went into a frenzy, warriors went berserk and mages exploded in rage unleashing furious amounts of ice and thunder raining down on the bird. Even the great dream keeper Diablos aided a Summoner in their falling of Simurgh. The battle lasted just one minute, but Simurgh managed to kill five of the powerful hunters before he to fell to the ground.
Standing triumphant over the body of the giant bird and coincidently over their fallen comrades they shouted, "OWNED!" and a lone paladin screamed, "CAUSE I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!" The celebration was joyous, but the fallen had to be raised from the dead by a white mage before they two could celebrate, even in their weakness. The prize for their fight: a Damascus ingot, worth a good 2,500,000 gil. Definitely a cause for celebration.