Raidou

ID:205667 | Battle:5, Craft:7, Loot:4 (+8 EN) Hidden only appears temporarily, dealing some damage and seeming to almost argue with herself. An almost hesitation before disappearing again. Raidou twists and drops the current ringing electricity pulsing through <<The Ebon Star>>. In his offhand, a small blue stone finds the space near the base of the hilt, and a sharp rip as he springs forward sees it light in cyan flames. Cutting right into the scattered and confused group, he connects with surprising force. His robe follows after the concussive blast, a layer of ash taking to

ID:205649 | Battle:2, Craft:1, Loot:17 (No Proc) The softest murmur, the change in temperature notable even through his survival skill. The door continued to be met with a cacophany of blows as those inside so desperately craved the assistance of the one plucked clean and allowed outside. It shrieked in horror, clambering to attempt to put out the flames in bluish white stuck to its skin. That small dot popping up, and the lowest sound. Feminine, and recognizable. "This just became much easier." Raidou comments, the thickened red film building. A flutter of red as his blade rips up, catch

Ash falls in flakes as the wanderer makes motions for the Ashen keep, taking the winding path up the side of an overlooking mountain. A feral stink hung on the air, just as pungent as some environments he'd been in prior. Lifting a hand and placing it to a pair of sharp-edged double doors, worn from time. A heavy shove makes it slide and grind, leaving a nice lump of ash at the crack beneath it. That smell thicker, and to his ears what sounds like shuffling. Dim lighting, other than the reddish glow that bled through slotted ports in the walls. The blade in his hand turns. "I know you're

A failed attempt on the vampire Lilith's life before, she'd fled not moments prior. Hung in the air the scent of sulfur, heat would be unbearable. Keeping ever vigilant on the horizon, for any of her kind to resurface and return for more blood. Raidou was as he always was, quick and to the point. His intention? Scouting this quest and dismantling it, for the good of the guild. He'd purchased a bit of loose ends here or there, learning small tidbits, and after a tidy sum had a mode of attack. The monster, however, could exchange blows with him and neither seemed to give an inch. "I appreci

Looking down from the second floor, into the silent night, as if on edge. Waiting like a silent observer for the very semblance of solace to be broken. To his ear, the shuffling of cards. "That we do." He murmurs, fiddling with a necklace around his neck. "Correction, there will always be a villain. The trick is that the mantle does not need to be worn by someone with ill intentions. Crooks, Liers and cheats, murderers will flock to a figurehead. If they do not exist, then they will create one. As strong as Hope, Despair is an equal and excellent motivator. Assume the mantle, and use it for go

Good to Go

This was easier, only iris sucks

Yes, it only took me 17 minutes to figure out the hell was happening.

This, Yes

Approved

3/10/22 Gungir's Shard Bottling/Feast Approvals from Here:

As lightning rockets between his fingers and scatters down the length of Griswold and Eruda, a film of red oozing from his shoulders as Juiblex expands and reinforces itself using the shields as a brace. It creates a semblance of overcast, making the three tanks glow with sword art charged eyes and two pair of shields forming a wall. The impact slams against that produced barrier as time seems to come to a crawl, sending large stones blaring past in an instant that seem in slow motion. Through that blackened bubble, the screams of Ladonian troops being caught in the blast, as other ships began

Receiving a notification from Freyd, he looks to Simmone. "Find us a way up, I can get us there. Eruda, Griswold." he lifts a hand with a sharp tear toward his face and clutches onto that inky blackness, sheathing his sword and begins to tear it off like adhesive. "We aren't avoiding a falling ship, everyone won't get out of the blast radius in time." His tanned skin revealed as it's sheered off, and he flings it forward. "Block it." A sword only offered so much surface area, and the weight of the ship would exceed even his weight limits. But between three full-bodied tanks? They'd fought mass

Yep

Yep, looks good

Taking a glance around to take stock of all the faces, most he'd seen in some manner or another. It was strange that although he recognized most of them, all of it was nearly superficial. Only rumor, simple exchanges and simple reflections. Only surface level deep. None of them really knew him, and likewise it was only an insight and not confirmation that he knew of them. Freyd returns with a relative overkill amount of crap from Baldur's buffet, undoubtably to take most of it home to jam into his cupboards. "I haven't the slightest clue, they just sprang up and ran off." He nursed his ow

The dark elf clamors against the implanted blade, trying his best to rip clean its point. A dark snap as Raidou twists the handle. Arms drop limply to both sides, losing the strength to move. It was as if a floodgate had opened, that silver haired woman starts to sob uncontrollably. Her entire world had been flipped upside down with one failed day. The nomad works to her, grabbing her wrists and starting to check for some wound. It was almost aggressive, still fuming that thick red smoke. "Why didn't you help us?" she chokes out through those tears. The guys hands stop moving. "You were not re

3/4/22 Materials Sent (Dated) Moved to Guild Vault

3/4/22 (Crafting Respite: 186455) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 204818 CD: 5 +1 LD: 20 Uncommon (4) 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 204819 CD: 11 +1 LD: 11 Perfect (2)

Accepting the escort, finding the walls of the town of beginnings. Where their journey had begun, changed and swerved in ways that could never have been imagined. Immediately the robe on his back is recognized and is met with a flavor of hesitation. Whispers from the lips of many, as it's recalled and the legend lives on. Down a wayward alleyway, to a hole in the wall with a sign that had seen better days. The ringing of chain links as it would sway. As the threshold is breached, the smell of beef, a hint of something herbal on the air. "It definitely seems to have a real world feel." The

Shards of glass ring out, the ones that were once a person. Drawing a blade and violently tearing it against the front of a weakened but not entirely out Field Boss. The Dark Elf recoils as that cool gray blade rings in a vengeful red flare. Like a boulder down the side of a cliff, the thing scatters across the turf. Bouncing and tumbling before grinding to a halt. "Why didn't you listen!?" An almost feral screech to the silver haired girl, still stuck in shock, as he kneels down over the kid. Where was the tan skinned fellow? The red head was gone. Grabbing a fist full of the kid's collar, ta

The nomad's hands continue to move, trying their best to ignore these players. "You are not prepared for this, go home." He mutters just loud enough for them to hear him. "Whatever, it's clear that he doesn't want to help us, Regal. Forget him." Placing her hand on the brown haired boy's shoulder. The cascading sound of footsteps prove them leaving, and the wanderer continues to work in a deafening silence. Rustling leaves, birds chirping, returning as the primary noise. "Go home." Raidou pleads to the plants, as if he was speaking to them through the shadows. Time starts to crawl past, making

Scanning those faces, one by one, and inserting them into memory. As if they were being etched to the inside of that tired mind. "We were thinking of trying to tackle a field boss, so you in?" A bombastic voice chips in, overshadowing the younger boy. Accounts rip through the wanderer's head, like ringing in his ears. Numbers bleed past in an instant, weighing these four against the statistics. "What are your builds?" Spoken as his hands continue to tear away at plants, plucking them from the soil. "We're DPS, and Mino is a healer." A tanned skinned male pipes up, gesturing to the red head tha

Whoever wishes to foresee the future must consult the past; for human events ever resemble those of preceding times. The brisk crunch of grass, finding itself pushed flat underfoot. Harrowing yelling peels itself through morning air, as faces topped upon vibrant garb. Ringing and flashes of light, tastes of greed, bittersweet to the tongue. Desperately seeking an edge, an advantage or a meal. Like the floors before, players a plenty rushing too and from. Seeking health bars and the rewards that would spring out of them. An anthem of breaking glass, and the taste of victory. The stave off

Sliding his hands on the walls, to remove some dust to look at the gemstones beneath. "It seems that it may suit our needs, yes. But is this really how you'd like to spend your day? This can wait." Raidou remarks, lifting the glowstone up and causing the glimmers to gleam under that glow. Raidou moves and gestures open his inventory, tapping a pin into the map. To return at a later date, perhaps Eruda hadn't considered how to relax in the same regard that he had. She was excited, sure, but it was simply because Raidou was here. Not because she was enjoying this foray. Adjusting his glasses, he