Raidou

PH Post Action | [x12] TECH-F (8 - 2 [Stamina] + 3 [Shift] + (2 * 3 Targets = 6) = 15 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 14 EN Free Action | ID: 251939 | 3 + 5 - 2 = 6, CD: 1 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Infernal Hell Hound #1 Dealing 276 - 50 = 226 Damage, [Stunned] applied, Raidou sustains 25 via Thorns ID: 251940 | 9 + 5 = 14, Crit+1 vs. Infernal Hell Hound #2 Dealing 288 - 50 = 238 Damage, [Stunned] applied, Raidou sustains 40 via Thorns ID: 251941 | 6 + 5 = 11, Hit vs. Infernal Hell Hound #3 Dealing 276 - 50 = 226 Damage, [Stunned] applied, Raidou sustains 25 via Thorns

With the quest prompt popped, it fades away nearly as quick as it had appeared. It took longer for the group to reach the boss then it took to kill it. Clearly a drastic underestimation of their strength. "Duly noted." Raidou remarks to Eruda with his eyes meeting Nisahime before she sets off. They still weren't up to traveling buddies it seemed, and more often then not the woman had her own state of affairs that she'd seem to mill through seemingly without a goal. Raidou pays the blonde at his side a shrug, finding there to be no reason to give pursuit. Her statement was sound, Raidou didn't

Into the base of the volcano where boiling masses of superheated stone writhe and ooze from the walls, offering a rich orange glow and a burn to the brow. Raidou had been on this expedition numerous times yet the environment was just as revulsive and filled with denial. A gloved hand moves behind his right shoulder, clasping tight the handle that lay just beyond it. A tear sees the gleaming solarite blade exposed to air, offering a flash of sunlight in a dreary place. A cast of light that this floor had likely never seen, curious if a sun even existed under all of that soot and ash cover. Houn

Raidou slides abruptly and without even a second of hesitation unleashes his blade in a blur of red. The king only manages to look in Nisa's direction before its blindsided by a glowing yellow blade, catching on the seam of its lip and being dragged down its massive hide. A huge tear of data exposed, the wireframe on full display as its cut from head to tail. Collapsing to its side, it shutters in a last bit of resistance before its bar appears and empties out completely. The massive pop sends data in all which way, leaving nothing more then a small clearing where it landed and a fleeting mome

The narrow walks of Floor 8 were just as pungeant as always. Hot and humid, the insects larger then some dogs. Streaks of color that broke up the monotony of greens that seemed to fill every inch of his perception. The glasses on his nose pushed up against his brow, casting light in a shine across them. The rustle caught dead through attuned hearing, movement in the brush that alluded to other occupants. Finding not only a very familiar Sewallus but his wife in tow. A welcome intervention to plans already made, the man would offer a smile and a wave. "Take it that means someone's after the kin

Yep, level 34, Paragon 76

Thread Closure: Final EXP Reward (No Guild/No Farm) | 100% {Base} + 190% {Assist} - 66% {1/3 posts required} = 224% Jibae | [Word Count: 20851/5 = 4170.2] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 2.24] = 18682 EXP, 1*Mon Raidou | [Word Count: 20851/5 = 4170.2] * [True Tier: 18] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 2.39] = 179402 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 26910 col, 1*Mon Sestuna | [Word Count: 20851/5 = 4170.2] * [True Tier: 11] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 2.39] = 109635 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 16445 col, 1*Mon Kasumi | [Word Count: 20851/5 = 4170.2] *

Character Inspirations List (will be updated as I remember more): Raidou | Sherlock Holmes (Book/Movie Character), William Shakespeare (Author), Sun Tzu's: The Art of War (Historical Works), Venom (Marvel Comics), Dark Knight Class (Final Fantasy), Light Yagami (Death Note), Battlemaster (DnD Subclass), Time Mage (FF tactics), Zarathos (Marvel Comics), Mugen Tenshin (Dead or Alive), Strict House/Clan (Japanese Troupe), Heir (Troupe) Eruda | Chii (Chobits), Aryan (Germanic Genetic Thing), Lightning (FF 13) Freya | Freya (Chobits), Aryan (Germanic Genetic Thing), Sorrow (Emotion) Sets

Fixed the goofs, cleaned up formatting. Approved as is with type roll correction given.

Purchased | Cluster of Stars | [3 Mon] | [250919a] Changes the type of an item as long as its enhancements are applicable to its new type.

Given to @Mari 245931, Demonic T4 Crate {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} Name: Regretful Memories - Draught of the Pink PK'er Profession: Alchemist Rank: 10 Roll ID: 245931 Roll Result: Item Type: Crate Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Damage 3, Mitigation 1

8/17/25 {Crate Fusion} 245926, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:11+1, LD: 1) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + 245931, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:10+1, LD: 8) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + Nametag = 245931, Demonic T4 Crate {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} Name: Regretful Memories - Draught of the Pink PK'er Profession: Alchemist Rank: 10 Roll ID:

8/17/25 (Fusions Only) 245926, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:11+1, LD: 1) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + 245931, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:10+1, LD: 8) [Titan's Strength] + Demonic Scale -> Demonic T4 Potion {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} + Nametag = 245931, Demonic T4 Crate {Damage 3, Mitigation 1} Name: Regretful Memories - Draught of the Pink PK'er Profession: Alchemist Rank: 10 Roll ID: 24593

Outside of the villa he'd purchased in Aradennia, the long unkempt garden bled out across the wrought iron gate. Robe wasn't on him, and the glasses on his face reflected readily the mid day sun into white shields over his eyes. Adjusting his gloves the man would start to wade his way into the overgrown mass of vegetation. Toward the base of the plants, his hands move to start breaking roots and vines. Little by little with sharp tugs and a little strain, Raidou clipped back and worked away diligently at that garden. The man could easily afford to have someone else do this, it realistically wo

Raidou would continue to add things to the pan, stirring lightly with a wooden spoon bringing everything to a broil. After a few minutes he can peg the girl wandering down the stairs, having changed clothes to accent an occasion. A questionable choice to be certain, but perhaps she just didn't want to wear the paint laden attire any further, so the nomad wouldn't read into it too deeply. Another sprinkle of salt as to what the recipe called, down to the exact grain. The soft thrumming of keys has the man listen in, finding that she'd developed quite a bit since his lesson. Her response confirm

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, VD | 249577, CD: 3 {No Proc}, BH {+54 HP}, Concentration CD [2/5], Charge CD [2/3] Holding the small attachment between two lenses up the bridge of his nose, he'd look to @Mariand respond. "I am sure I can oblige, its a long story. Maybe with a side of tea." Planting his blade in Piasuhon's neck with a pivot on his heel, shoving the blades point beneath his right arm and straight back. The trick against Rhino was never facing it head on, instead opting for the matador approach allowing it to tire itself out with all of its constant ch

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, VD | 249545, CD: 4 {No Proc}, BH {+54 HP} A crash of thunder sees Raidou blind forward like a red clad missile, using all of his uninhibited speed to close the gap into the room. The small amount of damage sustained slowly reforming charred skin on his face, his back greets the pack of foes as the momentum is transferred into his weapon. A wide overarching sweep as another skill fires off, sending a discharge and another cracking thump in a wave of over exerted force. Raidou pivots to allow all the energy produced to be expressed thro

"That can change, maybe I'll start bringing you along." Raidou offered in regards to her going stir crazy without even an inch of regret, and a lot of faith. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to even follow along for more then an hour or two let alone a whole ass day with the wanderer. The man assumed that this quiet home life was her desire, but if she wanted something more then all she needed to do was ask. The wanderer spent every day knocking off the same magnitudes of business, albeit with light shading depending on circumstance. A busy bee as it were. The light tap of the cup as he'd st

Raidou would sweep the room with a closer inspection, running his hand across polished surfaces in their near mundane yet elegant simplicity. The room felt much more homely then most of the manor, a lot less over the top and excessive. Walking up to every fixture and paying it its own invested bout of interest. "Looks good, paint looks dry. You must have been at this for a while." The man offered in an acknowledgement of all her efforts. "Thank you." Raidou would release her concerns with such a simple appreciation, sliding toward another chair at her side. Paying her a quick tap of a kiss on

Slinking out to the beachfront with the intentions to slay sand's claw for the umpteenth time the man is put on pause. Detection rings out showing what amassed to an extremely excessive pile of blue dots scattered in one giant lump just east of him on the map. His thoughts have him convinced it was some sort of gathering, and the ping from Oscar all but confirmed it. Helping himself out of the brush, finding that the boss was more then 'handled' and more over players were already enjoying the festivities. The nomad's blade stayed and in its sheathe, accepting the change of plans especially whe

Time ticked by in what felt like an endless silence. The small chamber glowed dimly with manufactured and artificial light, glowstones plugged into recesses in the walls. Every few minutes, the man would stand and fold up one book of many, returning it to the shelf on his left before claiming another. Scans of his map would create a wide popped out image of the world of aincrad, using his fingers as a guide to twist and zoom the 3d image slightly transparent as he'd recall elevation and the structures connecting the dots. A pen scratches away note after note, the man had a lot of catching up t

Waiting on the next delivery of supplies from the guild merchant, the man would set the tools down on the edge of the table. Lifting the other only remaining chair off of its side and bringing it toward the table, he dusts a small bit of sawdust off his pant legs before taking a seat. "Hope you got a broom, I can help if you'd like?" Normally in this case Raidou would cheat and just let Juiblex play liquid roomba and scrub the place by eating the refuse all over the place, but the thought that Mari had seen just about enough of it for a good week passed his mind. Best to do it more manually an

Raidou notices as Mari shoots him an obtuse look in regards to the cleaning of her house "Sorry, force of habit. Don't like sitting idle too long. I'm fixing your door given I broke it. Least I could do after everything that's happened." Sliding in the final slant of lumber and pushing the last few steps in by tapping the butt of the piece. It wasn't exactly the highest quality or construction but it would suffice. Quite a number of times of blowing the doors off his little alchemist hobble in the forest of wavering mist had turned the nomad into a rather capable handyman but not exactly some

As memory razed past in an endless stream eventually the music would stop, causing Raidou to breathe out in and still his mind. The motes of blue that trail off his arms and neck begin to subside. A few moments pass and his eyes blink open, revealing a rich blue that fades back to his normal amber. The guy tilts and presses his hand onto the ice and slides his feet beneath him. A whisk of his frame sends him gliding toward the stone, and he reaches down to pluck it up. The sense of self, of serenity and of calm stilled the waters of his mind and instead of leaving the man would remove his robe

A blade sheathed sends the entire room to silence, causing Raidou to finalize his own attempts to a solution. The hands helping their way through Lancaster's pockets cease to move, and are withdrawn. The wanderer stands and offers an open palm to Mari, reclaiming the vial of clear liquid from her. "Sure you are. Glad I'm not the only one who could see it. Starting to think I was crazy." The small glimmer of something blue around the woman's neck catches the mans eye. Instantly Raidou knew what it was. The very same recipe that he'd spoken rather plainly to her another day. A gateway pendant, o