Raidou

Given to @Baldur 245883, Perfect T4 Salve, (CD:11+1, LD: 18) [Antibody Amalgam] 245883-1, Perfect T4 Salve, (CD:11+1, LD: 18) [Antibody Amalgam] 245883-2, Perfect T4 Salve, (CD:11+1, LD: 18) [Antibody Amalgam]

The girl would slip forward and just slide off his shoulder. All that alcohol having finally kicked in fully. The guy struggles to keep his own balance, finding the added alcohol and her now dead weight to be a little difficult to muster. A hand to his brow, he rubs it for a second. "You are so much heavier when you go all limp noodle on me. Which isn't that often but it happens more then one would expect it to." Fishing the snake out so it doesn't get smashed, the man offers it to his collar to which it takes to nibbling on his earlobe in a slightly uncomfortable way. Lifting her up, Raidou e

A final push with renewed vigor and tenacity, as if something within him found itself fueled by an unseen pyre. Rosaria would lock eyes with the creature seeing that floating red marker who had taken on the personification of death, staring into the eyes of vengeance with a taste to repay for her inelegant betrayal. On her brow, what would fall away is her boastful self importance. Her arrogance as she knew what this would mean. Time and time again there were always attempted uprisings, cloak and dagger operations and claims against the mans life. But no matter how many occurred, how many atte

The man had a whole slew of questions blazing around behind that almost lax deadpan of his, a fake smile worn on repeat that had become so actualized it would register as real. The statement that Mari had shared rung the bell so to speak, the reason he was in the bar in the first place. Theft, and Mari just confirmed a murder that would line up with the time frame. But it wasn't her issue, wasn't something she needed to be trapped in. Girl already had enough problems, and she didn't need to be dragged into it. "It's odd Mari. NPC's are nothing more then 1's and 0's but have grown beyond their

Taking the bottle from the girl as he'd turn what was in his hand around. It wiggled and wrapped itself around the mans index finger, taking the worlds most pathetic nibble as an attempt at self defense. "Its a garter snake. You sleep in any grass lately?" The man chuckles as he'd wrap his hand in a way that it could nestle inside just like it did the woman's hair. Must have confused her for a very festive bush. "No problem, even if it was just the booze." He'd remark looking at the itty bitty nope rope, that could easily be confused for a hair tie. Taking the final hit of that good good, he w

The man sat with his somber expression and mild buzz taking the odd look over the edge to see if NPC was still looking to the clouds for raining boots. "You know." Tilting his head a little and being forced to duck out of sight when said NPC would look in their direction. "I hadn't thought of that." The man slides back up onto his butt, landing with a little bit of a thud and a grin. His grace had checked out, his balance suffered a bit. A random open palm pat on the back makes the guy instinctually reach to his face, but there wasn't any glasses to catch. Old habits died hard. The booze on he

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246661, CD: 11 (+8 EN) Fighting tooth and nail, the rich forks of lightning disperse as they tear through the terrain in what would appear in nigh random directions. A pivot of his blade allows the static to build, and he leans low. "I don't know how we ended up here. Something's off." The man returns to Freyd, choosing to forgo deeper thought until their foe was laid down permanently. The swordsman clears the room with a slide in and out of columns with a grace that the environment made him fight for every step. Skills on overdrive, he plunges that bla

Glancing back to Elda who was trying to lug the massive planter along with her, he cannot help but smile at the kooky notion. "Uh, we can just get the plant and bring them back. That's a little much to be toting around don't you think?" The massive planter easily a foot and a half in diameter and 2 feet tall wasn't exactly an ideal travel companion. Raidou was right behind the girl, taking his robe from the rack and turning it over his shoulders. Pulling it tight around his neck it falls into place, opening the door for Eruda to be let out before closing it up behind him. A turn of the key see

Raidou turns to Griswold wishing that he could give the smith an answer. "I dont rightly know but we cannot afford to let these things to reach the warp gate. Its clearly their target." The proof being how they would tear through the walls and ignore everyone inside, sometimes even rushing through on all fours like wild beasts. Given how ruthless and unconcerned about their own bodies they were, it would appear they were some facsimile of a greater entity. A commander of the npc forces would break into their conversation, drawing Raidou's attention. "They are gaining strength on the north side

The screaming and crying of various individuals blind through the city as multiple entities continue on repeat to sheer their way through various barricades. The swordsman in red joined the throws of combat beating back the overwhelming forces while turning to the rest of his team, "Cover that gate!" He'd bark with an amount of volume that wouldn't be his norm. This was a drastic situation that called for all hands on deck, the city being reduced to cinders as this glass form beasts kept aiming for the lines that would supply the frontlines. Their motives remained a bit beyond his purview, yet

Taking a sip of the tea to help wash down the thicker dryness and bitterness of the bread, it was most certainly burnt this time around. "Sure, been a while since we've been to floor 1 just to actually see the scenery." The irony in that it was where their journey began years ago, back when things were so much simpler. "Your thinking those empty planters? As long as we don't try and plant any nepents. Pretty sure they'd up destroying half the city if we were gone and they want water." The man chuckles helping himself from his chair and lifting it to push it underneath the white stone table. "O

A thicker red robe sat motionless on a rack near the front doors. Hung up on the days it was not needed, which were quite numerous these days. The simple bound book in his hand was matched with a simple cup of porcelain. The regal and expensive looking interior was still rather uncomfortable, a fact that the man couldn't quite shake but it did a fair job of giving back to the community that needed it most. Even the simple act of being a resident of the city did wonders, the taxes and the revenue from simple shopping helping bolster their squandering streets. He'd contemplated cutting the build

Guild Name: Firm Anima Guild Quest Rank: 3 Guild Quest Creator: Raidou Guild Quest Details:

6/29/25 Trying something new to save the roller, reusing roll ID's that are being fused away: Transferred via PRB 245884, Perfect T4 Salve, (CD:10+1, LD: 2) [Antibody Amalgam] 245887, Perfect T4 Salve, (CD:12+1, LD: 4) [Antibody Amalgam] 245892, Perfect T4 Salve, (CD:12+1, LD: 3) [Antibody Amalgam] 245917, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:12+1, LD: 10) [Titan's Strength] 245917-1, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:12+1, LD: 10) [Titan's Strength] 245919, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:12+1, LD: 2) [Titan's Strength] 245926, Perfect T4 Potion, (CD:11+1, LD: 1) [Titan's Strength] 245931, Perfe

6/29/25 (Crafting Respite: 230290) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 245880 CD: 2 +1 LD: 20 Salvage Success (4) 9 (+7 Ambition) 2 245881 CD: 4 +1 LD: 2 Uncommon (1)

Guild Name: Firm Anima Guild Quest Rank: 1 Guild Quest Creator: Raidou Guild Quest Details:

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244259 | Recovery CD: 4 (No Proc), Parry Fades, Concentration CD {3/5} That stoic deadpan that he always wore was plastered across his face, the no nonsense calculating expression that left his thoughts simply outside of perception. The lenses on his face becoming alight with candlelight with each player would fill the room with heat, causing them to become fully opaque with each change in lighting. The man would pull the small stone from his pocket and like a flint and steel that ungainly tanking blade is ripped across the cerberus etching like a matchbook. It b

Random Bullshit GO: Nemean Fur (1) | [245829a] @Wulfrin

"She is pretty sweet, but I lost her for a while. Same girl I confused you for." The man would lean a bit and raise his left hand as if clutching an invisible handle, tilting his head toward his left shoulder and moving his right between the space made to create the charade of a violin being played. "Never seemed bothered, didn't have any problems with inserting herself into my life. I was reluctant at first, but then I just kind of accepted it. It started with a sandwich because I couldn't afford food." It was a lot of baggage carrying it all around trapped in a tiny little bottle, and it onl

The sudden surge of power that rips from Shiina as the party aims to slower her down causes Raidou to become amped beyond something ever thought possible. All of the skills on his HUD immediately light up, each icon now embossed with a golden outline around them. A sense of shock and bewilderment prattles through his mind, wondering just how this would play out. His opponent still tracked and now regretting full swing roaring at the battle bard, Raidou draws his blade and triggers the first step in his chain. Lightning rushes down the length of his weapon and back, surging like usual and he ri

The simple flash of green on the traveler's eyes would claim the orange before turning back, signifying that the system was engaged to his companions. The small green dot draws itself on his minimap, pointing out their target without even a second of delay. Such was the effect of the hunter that surveyed nearly every floor in excess. Old beaten pathways still pristine despite their age, he'd accept the invite relayed to him by the smith. "Got the quest?" Raidou would ask as the smith would raise the paper to show him. A glance toward the timer on his HUD would relay it was getting late in the

Mari seemed to like the statement but the irony was it wasn't really intended to be a joke, he'd met three of them and each one of them were completely dirty. They'd pick and choose who to engage with, and they couldn't keep a single fact straight. Completely incapable ass wipes sitting on a high horse built on lies. Raidou couldn't help but lean closer to the edge of the roof, watching bright tops of hair wandered up and down completely unaware of them both. The duo was completely invisible these two stories up. "So you're not anymore?" "Nope." He'd quip taking the bottle from her

Following along with the girls devious plan, he'd find himself whisked away far away from the damn gremlin that was eye banging everything with legs. Down the busy streets and through an alleyway that led straight to a ladder that would lead straight to rooftop. The sun played upon the brass city in a defiant glare, casting the whole thing in a brilliant bronze shine in a mix of orange. Mari would be staring down at her pilfered bottle, as the man would take a space on the rooftop, a panel sliding of the top and you can hear someone yell from the street below. "Oops." he'd quip but slide back

"Well it worked and now I feel like an asshole." The man leans forward and lays on his own arm as the truth just slides out. Raidou knew that he was always misunderstood when it came to Mari. The best intentions always came across poorly. The bartender just floated round right in front of them like an imbecile, clearly not picking up on a single social queue. "Dude could you leave? I can feel your eyes." The bartender finally takes a hint and grabs a white rag and moves away. He'd look to Mari almost pleading. "If I get so under the table he starts hitting on me, for the love of god get me the

"No i'm not" the sentence breaks off and he cannot help but squint at her in disbelief at the statement. "Drunk." The man raises a hand, he'd push his hands out in front of him and watch as his sake had taken to a pair of hideous legs and walked itself to the back room. "Ok." He'd put his hands up near their view, basically trying to possibly narrow the perceptions of an inebriated woman wearing empty lens glasses that she stole while hitting on a man in a bar with cheesy hamming to pull free drinks or worse hitting on the lumpy sack of clay. "Mari, someone told me to pull the stick out of my