Elora

Elora shook her head, brushing off the suggestion of mounting one of the horses. "Horses are stubborn as all hell, and I'm not about to ride one after what it saw me do to the others. But someone else can...", her voice trailed off, Is there even anyone else left to save? Just then, a plea for help rang through the frigid air, practically responding to her realization the second that it crossed her mind. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me", she sighed as she teetered onto her feet, then broke into a half-hearted sprint, it was more like a sloppy jog, really, toward what was left of the player

As Katoka did her best to make sense out of the chaotic scene and attempt to command the attention of others, Elora assessed their surroundings, surveying what little remained visible of the mountainside to she if there was any new information to be gained. The valley below them was submerged in darkness, flooded completely by the thick obsidian liquid that continued to pelt between powerful bursts of wind. The only way is up, she agreed conclusively. How many lives had already been lost? How many lives had yet to be lost? Elora's entertaining of the thought was curtailed by the discorda

"If something happens I want you to keep going ok? You can't give up." "Why would it matter, Kat? Why would it make a difference if I joined you or if I survived to live for just a few more minutes? Do you really think that I would be able to save anyone else in that amount of time -- in something like THIS?" Elora didn't want to make Katoka cry anymore than she already had, but unlike her friend, she was not able to command her nerves or stop the panic from taking over. So what if she didn't see the point? Maybe her life wouldn't be worth living if she lost the people she cared about, or

After helping Katoka onto her feet, Elora shifted her gaze to scan the horizon for anyone, anything that they could run to for sanctuary from the storm. If other players truly had survived the torrential downpour that flooded the valley below, then there was a chance that they could find one another, create a party to protect one another. Surely, there would be more safety in numbers. "I-it's ok, right? We're ok for now", she voiced to Kat as the mantra echoed in her head. Whether or not it held any substantial meaning or offered any actual comfort was beyond her concern. That wasn't the

Her instinct to survive consumed her once again. Elora's head throbbed as her sights spun to assess her surroundings. She needed to search for safety, to find something that would allow her to lower her guard and to ground herself back in reality. All of this had to be some sort of vivid nightmare. Yes, a nightmare, just like the one she had had before. In that one, there had been other players fighting beside her against a trinity of perfectly muscular beings. They -- It was then that she heard her guild-mate yelling at an inexplicable force that had begun to drag her down into the puddl

Before Elora could pinpoint the source of the thunderous rumbling sound, she felt a hand firmly wrapping around her wrist. Katoka yanked her backwards just as she began to feel the seismic vibrations of a landslide nearing their group. The absence of light made the scene that unfolded infinitely more terrifying. Screams and short-lived cries for help pierced through the pelting rain as she stumbled to safety. Then, there was silence. Elora clutched her chest in a futile attempt to steady her nerves as Kat held her protectively. "We have to stop meeting like this", she had star

Elora did her best to shepherd the stragglers of their party by gesturing forward with the length of her spear. Traversing the rugged path in such severe conditions made it nearly impossible for her to maneuver around its obstacles quickly and safely at the same time. Thankfully, she was already beginning to close the distance between her and her friend. It wouldn't be long now until they'd be able to walk alongside each other again. That was, until, underside of her boots lost their traction against the ground below. The slippery surface of the sludge-covered bedrock soon sent Elora teetering

"Right", agreed Elora with a resolute nod of her head. The tender touch of Katoka's hand was a striking and captivating contrast to her commanding voice and determined expression. She really does radiate the spirit of a leader -- but that doesn't mean she has to do this alone. I know that I can be just as strong. I have to be just as strong. There is no other option. "You guide us to somewhere we can hide. I'll make sure no one is left behind" Returning a firm squeeze, Elora released Katoka's hand, disappearing in an instant as she fled down the slope of the mountain in search of anyone

Wind funneled through the door and whistled shrilly as it wove between cracks in the cedar walls of the submerging saloon. Creaking rafters and the rattling of cups and cutlery revealed that little time remained before the building would give way under the blustery winds and pummeling rain. Katoka's right, we need to get out of here. All of us. Snatching a stein that she presumed to be full of beer, Elora raised it forward like a general would a sword as he commanded his troops to battle. "Grab your drinks and run like hell to the hilltops, everybody!", she called out before downing as mu

Pausing with the mug held only centimeters away from her lips, Elora gave a sideways glance toward the player who'd taken a seat beside her. Unable to make out any distinguishable features from the current angle, she decided to pivot so that she could -- "Oh my god!", she found herself yelling from surprise. "Jesus...", she gasped, raising a hand to clutch her chest, "You can't just greet someone looking like the f*cking -- the Creature of Black Lagoon" Taking a brief moment to steady her nerves, she continued, "Is that all from the storm?" She gestured to the vegetation that hung from his app

"Take cover!", roared a man with a hefty build as a flood of NPC villagers swarmed into Nimbus's municipal tavern. The sudden and simultaneous slamming of the building's doors and shutters nearly caused Elora to hurl her Guinness across the bar in alarm. "Christ!", she complained as she wiped the spilled beverage from the wooden counters with the tail of her cloak, "What the fuck is going on?!" She stood and made her way over to one of the windows, doing her best to force its boards open against the gusts of a powerful gale. Finally managing to catch a glimpse of the landscape outside, E

The mention of the recently-encountered player killer boded more ominously with Elora than the abnormality of the current situation How the hell does she know about that? There's no way she was around during all of that. Freyd must have just told her at some point. "I'll do my best", she found herself responding in summation to it all. Although it was difficult for Elora to conceptualize the truths she had left unspoken, she was certain that they existed somewhere within her mind, or perhaps, woven into the fibers of her being. It would probably be much longer before she would have the confide

The...what...? The Whisper? Is that what they call him around here? Elora did her best to not put too much thought into the passing comment, but she couldn't help but feel curious upon hearing the mention of a mutual goal. What's that about? Well, I guess that he is a captain after all, so maybe it's got something to do with that. Weird that he'd have an obligation to a phantom seamstress. Either way, it's probably not really my business to ask. "Thank you", she offered gratitude to the tailor with a bow of her head. The gesture of appreciation often demonstrated in Japanese culture was

"Uhhhh", responded Elora, uncertain of how to communicate with the strange fog. How the hell does it know about Freyd?! Well, whatever, it's only aware of his identity and not mine, so I'm sure that it's fine. "Yeaaah", she continued as she awkwardly scratched the back of her head in attempt to negate the feeling of a chill running down her spine, "I mean, at least I think that's what he'd consider me" Hopefully... Was this all some sort of a trap? Perhaps even a boss fight that she hadn't realize would be incited by her visiting this place? Well, whatever it was, this thing seemed to be offer

I think this must've been the place that I saw when we were looking for that stupid dragon, thought Elora as she approached the ramshackle cabin, Wonder if anyone actually lives here or if it's actually just up for grabs. The young woman had set her sights on exploring and potentially claiming the lot as her own as a means to finally move out of her room at The Hummingbard Inn. Considering the state of the dwelling and the climate of this floor, she wasn't very optimistic that the exchange would work out. Finding no success in her attempts to yank the door free from its frozen clutches,

Familiar Name: Borris Description: A rock golem whose body is composed of several small magnetic rocks that can dissemble and reassemble themselves into various shapes. He is most often seen in his upright form (pictured above) or worn as a bracelet around Elora's wrist. Familiar Mastery Skill: Scouting Familiar Cost: 10 SP Passive Effect: +2 LD to searches for dungeons or Labyrinths, and when opening treasure chests. Description: Your familiar is an expert tracker, aiding in your efforts to search. Thread Link: Familiar trained on roll: ID#: 179439 Thread Li

A set of firm knocks resounded on the shop's misshapen wooden door, growing fainter as Elora lost interest in propriety and proceeded to open it without receiving a welcome or the invitation to enter. She waited for it to finish squealing at its hinges before announcing herself, "Hey guys, anyone here? I need to buy some stuff" She figured Freyd's minions, henchmen, interns, friends -- whoever they were -- were probably lounging up in their loft. "Oh yeah, and a friend of mine is coming over too. Have you guys met Katoka yet?", she called up into the shack's drafty rafters before rubbing her c

So this is Freyd's shop, eh? Looks a bit...run down. The decor seemed a bit out-of-place for his personality. Then again, she didn't really know what she'd been expecting. Something more, plain, maybe? Elora made her way into the establishment and began to look for her friend. He didn't seem to be around. In the meantime, I guess I'll just take a look around. She began to prod at some of the crafted knickknack on the shelves, accidentally knocking a few over and haphazardly having to catch them. "Huh? What's this?", a specific item gleamed, catching her attention. She interacted with it, promp

I meant to select the 1st option: "Allow players that reach the benchmark a choice between creating a Custom Skill or Custom Sword Art." Sorryyyy Edit by Bahr: Elora's vote has been moved in accordance with her intentions. Her name will not appear in the "See who voted for this" link, so that is why one might see a discrepancy between the number of names in the list and the number of people who voted for this option.

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LEVEL - 33 PARAGON - 9 TIER - 4 HP - 720 EN - 106 DMG - 26 MIT - 98 EVA - 3 ACC - 8 BATTLE HEALING - 35 LOOT DICE - 3 AA BLGT - 32 FLN - 8 REC - 8 STK - 40 SKILLS Non-combat: Searching R3 Passive: Combat: Battle Healing R5, Charge, Energist Armor Skills: Light Armor R5 Weapon Skills: 2H Assault Spear R5 (+5 base damage) Blast (2 Energy +2 per target hit) - A pair of horizontal sweeping strokes that hits multiple targets. Straight (2 Energy) - Begins with th

Username: Elora Elora's Theme: "Ephemeral Emotion" Real Name: Róisín Whelton (pronounced ROW-sheen) Age: 21 (Joined at 19) Sex: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Height: 5'7 Weight: 140lbs Build: Pear-shaped body Eye Color: Light blue Hair Color: Light green General Appearance: Elora doesn't change her appearance often since she'd rather not undergo the process of committing to a different look. Low-maintenance styling that she's already familiar with makes up the bulk of her physical appearance and her wardrobe. The back of her hair rests at