Telrenya

The sliver of truth Castor revealed encouraged her to hold onto that smile. Her hand shifted up, trailing past her temple, and running fingers loosely through her hair just as the thrum of bass gave way to the gentle strum of a guitar. She’d have forgotten she was wearing that mask if she hadn’t brushed against its edge. ”Same here. The rare part, at least.” The smile went a bit wry. Hers were not the memories of years gone by, but the fantasies of what could have been. University was stressful, but she had never found her relief at the bottom of a bottle or upon a darkened dance floor. She wa

‘Castor.’ His words were few, but his smile was sweet. Telrenya followed that lead. Fumbling over her tongue while she fished for the correct way to present herself was only going to drown the mood that seemed to rest in the air so effortlessly. Like a thick fog surrounding them, she had little choice but to breathe in. Their hands met and the music infected them. Slowly, for her. Her movements were unpracticed. Feet not unsteady, simply unconfident as they shifted her to and fro in time with the heavy beat. Her partner, on the other hand, carried himself seemingly effortlessly. She was s

Bright brown eyes scanned the room behind the safety of a porcelain white mask, as if maybe, through some expert observation or careful intuition, she might come to recognize any of the other players that hid behind theirs. It was all for naught. She must have stopped thinking about it, given her surprise when Oscar’s brief announcement caught her attention and she realized she’d seen his face before. ’The host, I suppose.’ She silently mused, bringing her glass to her lips once more. He commanded the room’s attention without effort, it seemed, and presented himself with all the elegance of a

Voices, maybe? She wasn't sure, and that was rapidly eating away at her. Telrenya took the smallest of steps, determined to keep herself steady on the uneven cemetery grounds, and strained her eyes and ears against the dense fog and whistling winds. A droplet splashed against the top of her head and caused her to jump with a start, a chill running all the way down her spine. The heavy globules that followed and splashed on her face, her shoulders, her head, revealed themselves to be no monster at all–just some very unfortunate, very unpleasant weather. The start of a murky rain topped off

Telrenya picked the color of her mask in a panicked rush. She didn’t realize there would be a choice awaiting her at the door. Yet once the ornate white mask was placed in her hands, she was just as quick to slip it over her features, like a mouse scurrying away from the light. A quick murmur past her lips and she shuffled in through the entrance, seeking out an unoccupied sliver of space where she might be able to collect herself. She looked out over the people in attendance. The sea of little spinning cursors was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she watched in awe as dozens of masked

She wasn’t accustomed to this kind of down-and-dirty, rough ingenuity. Her eyes were sifting through the muck, simply trying to pick out anything that could be of use. Unaccustomed, but unafraid. Telrenya engulfed herself in the task she’d laid out before them, giving all of herself to tossing aside rotted wood and fashioning head rests from old hay piled under frayed linen. Anything short of her full focus would allow uncertainties to creep in. She couldn’t spare them a moment of her time. When Edict voiced his return, his news formed a nugget of weight in her chest. She had hoped organi

Telrenya knelt, tense all over, as the blue-haired man came to consciousness. Then, a flutter of relief rippled through her chest. The wounds began to shrink, seal, and disappear, though it took two applications. She was about to go for a third, certain there was health that still needed recovering, but Edict’s light protest gave her pause. Her hands hovered in the air between them and she took in his words with a regrettable lack of understanding. He mentioned a sword, but what did that mean? He moved to stand, ushering her away from a labyrinth of thoughts. She went to stand herself, th

A thin, eternal mist lay over the marred wastelands of the 29th floor. The soil sank slightly beneath Telrenya’s boots as she walked, sword drawn at her side and head swiveling side to side with each step. The main settlement of Ilridge didn’t offer any protections of a safe zone, yet somehow she couldn’t shake the additional layer of unease that came with drifting away from the dilapidated building and rain-slicked cobblestones of the town. A creepy, lifeless town, but a town nonetheless. A town with a teleport gate. What was she doing here? This place wasn’t safe, she knew that well. Sh

Buying the following items: Teleport Crystal x5 [4000 col] Total: = 4,000col

Thread Summary Word Count: 7,537 Telrenya: 7,537 / 5 * 5 = 7,537 EXP Vigilon: 7,537 / 5 * 7 = 10,552 EXP Clash of Blades - Double EXP Awarded 1 Page completed: 400 col Laurel Wreath (Telrenya): 2,261 col Laurel Wreath (Vigilon): 3,166 col Telrenya receives: 15,074 EXP 2,661 col Vigilon receives: 21,104 EXP 3,566 col

Thread Summary Word Count: 1,502 Telrenya: 1,502 / 5 * 5 = 1,502 EXP Wulfrin: 1,502 / 5 * 6 = 1,802 EXP Clash of Blades - Double EXP Awarded Laurel Wreath (Telrenya): 451 col Laurel Wreath (Wulfrin): 541 col Telrenya receives: 3,004 EXP 451 col Wulfrin receives: 3,604 EXP 541 col

Huff, huff, huff… Telrenya’s heartbeat pounded in her ears like her boots pounded against the pavement. The days bled together, the weeks had become indistinguishable. How long had that announcement been hanging from the bulletin boards? How long had it been since the raid meeting had come and gone? How long had they been up there already, fighting for the sake of everything that stood below? ”Ilridge!” After a single gasp of air, Telrenya shouted the name just as soon as she’d crossed the threshold to the teleport platform. The world warped around her, her vision went white, and lin

The climax the crowd was waiting for finally came. A clash rang out, metal singing as their blades bounced off of each other. Then the final strike. Telrenya felt every muscle in her body tense up. The intention to take a step back, to swing her stance wide and let his sword catch the air where she had been standing, it was right there. But she couldn’t do it. Whether her digital body was at its limits, or Cardinal would never allow her to move that quickly in the first place, she wasn’t sure why she failed to slip out of the way. She only felt the dull, buzzing feedback in the back of her hea

Her eyes went wide and her body twisted, but her reaction was too slow. She winced as his blade cut deep into her side and she was awarded another bright red, festering wound upon her avatar. Unable to force her own counterattack, she scrambled to leave his range. The color of her health bar shifted to red even before the lingering burn and blight stole away a bit more of it. Telrenya felt backed into a corner. Her opponent’s words edged on taunting in her ears. For every single strike he landed on her, Telrenya had to hit three, all while clawing past his armor and gritting her teeth thr

”Oh…oh!” The name was familiar. Then so was he. Telrenya perked a bit, a shine coming back to her eyes. Bialas, her first boss fight. She’d been terrified, but she didn’t regret showing up and contributing. She briefly wondered if it was the same crowd toiling away on the frontlines. How many new and old faces appeared at those meetings. Would she recognize any of them? It seemed so long ago that she could hardly remember all of the people she fought alongside that time. The smile froze on her face and her heart sank into her stomach. Of course Jomei was there. Hirru mentioned a couple of