Raidou

Recovery/VD Roll: ID:200317 | Battle:5, Craft:3, Loot:20 (No Proc) A cold and unfeeling return to his feet, it seemed as though Freya had no argument to such a statement. Perhaps the girl was learning a bit about what it was that she honestly faced. Out of the blue a ring of enemies begin to form on his minimap, hoping to blindside the group taking a moment's respite. Freyd was already well aware as he was, both being keen trackers. As Freyd opened the exchange, Raidou spins his blade and dumps power into it. Freya vaults and begins to work away, all before Kasumi sees her hands-on approa

Raidou pauses, as Violet collects a handful of his collar on a turtleneck. A single hand with a clear of his throat. He wasn't intending on wandering away, which made the action a bit strange. "As you shouldn't. it is very easy for problems to arise if you don't handle them when they show. A healer is a commendable choice, not one that is frequently made." A sudden beck and call breaks the exchange of words short, as a woman with a temper that matched the burner quickly required assistance. A wiggle of an arm under his own, Mina seemed rather elated to introduce the guy to her own. He'd n

A simple nod, as he took the man's hand. There was a share of consciousness for but a brief instant, as his familiar moved in the space between his clothes. "It sure suits you. What do you do around here? Don't strike me as a bouncer." Raidou spoke before his attentions shift to Mina, releasing the man's hand. "I have my methods, that was held by an acquaintance of mine who had absolutely no idea how to use it. From what you presented me prior as her work, I assumed she may fare better." A soft expression, hands forming a small temple in front of him. Removing a small tan book his pocket, one

"I wasn't concerned." Raidou admitted, peering at the building still with an earnest inspection. "Fair enough, but fair is fair." passing the carcass to the girl, to usher to the cook of the place. "After you." he offers a hand toward the door. Watching carefully as Mina would offer a passphrase to enter the establishment before he ushered in himself. A ripe sea of faces, the obvious background conversation producing an ambient white noise. A soft nod to Glenn, who seemed rather disappointed by what Violet had dragged in tow. To him he just looked like some regular schmo off the street. I

The simple crunch of nigh dead grass underfoot, and notably his robe, was nowhere to be seen. What was left was a rather plain-looking individual, completely non-distinct from any other player. It was as if he was always there, absent of any features that would make him stand out. Beneath his clothes, a black thing still latched to his skin. "A curious place, not quite along the beaten path." He let thoughts fall away, if only for a moment, as he sought out his invitee. "Mina." He pays her a simple nod, offering something he'd procured from another floor. A tightly wrapped package, inside a sl

Raidou takes a single sip of his tea, and then he fiddles with his lenses. It was here that he starts to list off names, one after another like darts finding bullseyes over and over on a dart board. "Lancaster, The Consuming Tyrant First Finger Opal, The Amethyst Second Finger Hanma, Horror's Face Middle Finger Genma, The Reaver Fourth Finger Rosaria, Of the Legion Fifth Finger Bran, The Raven First Finger Mirrianna of The Frost Second Finger Yuyang, The Fist Middle Finger Tybalt, The Jester Fourth Finger Hiroshi, The White Fifth Finger." Another sip of that tea

A tap of a pair of lenses on the bridge of his nose. "Who gets to decide what should have and shouldn't have existed?" Raidou perks up, his tone gentle and yet adamant. "We do what we have to, taking pleasure in it is as Kasumi said will lead to ruin. Cardinal may have produced these entities, but that does not mean that it is their wishes. Sundered Spire is proof of this. Although misguided, and controlled. NPC's and Mobs alike do not deserve their fate any more than the next face you see. Right now, we are all made up of the exact same parts, but we do not return. If it could be different, c

Kneeling low and running his hand through the very same patch that he'd first met most of them, it was still growing and virtually untouched. It seemed as though only he and his had found this place, and most of them didn't have a reason as of late to return here. That left only him to break into this sanctuary, a temple of a beginning like a gravestone. As he plucked a single root free, trying to glean from it something, he felt as though he had forgotten. Or perhaps it was it that was the memory itself, something tangible that he'd have to reclaim. A conversation with Mina had brought about

The same lush fields he'd long but abandoned, and on occasion had reentered. Rolling fields of emerald, a single raking breeze pressed in the green and made it flatten out and change shade before springing back. The nostalgia that reminded him of his roots, as feet slid along a cut path through it. The outcries of players screaming and barking orders at one another, it was so easy to forget where it had all began. A lift of a low-hanging branch, Raidou peers into a small outcropping between the trees in the forest just north of the road between the town of beginnings and Tolbana where surely v

It was strange, that Hanma didn't know a lick of their history. It was as if she was newly brought to the ranks, despite being a finger of the guild she was supposed to be representing. More curious was the imbecile that had sent her to seek him out, alone, without presumably a weapon to protect herself. Did they wish her to die? "You really have no idea?" The red wanderer asked, for that was who he was. The woman that was the face of an enemy that had earned his animosity leagues ago, cornering him in an alley way and using his name when it wasn't given. That forebode directly to whoever had

10/27/21 (Item Conversion): Given to Shiina (Guild Vault)

10/27/21 (Item Conversion, From Above)

ID:199939 | Battle:8, Craft:9, Loot:18 (+8 EN) A rather complacent stare, peering through a pair of lenses that in this light were just mirrors. Raidou rips his blade in a swipe, passing through in a blind. That lingering static still over driving his movement, and as his robe sways, a chunk of health simply falls off the produced bar. "I could have sworn he was worse than this." The nomad remarks, much to the confusion of surrounding party members. "What?" He asks those that were staring, it had yet to dawn on him that he was acting even the slightest bit different. A tap of an extended

Watching the girl just produce a spread of an entire meal from a pocket dimension, Raidou cannot help but ask. "You just carry this with you all the time?" Violet seemed content with whatever image he had in mind for friends, and they were an odd bunch. But at this point they were more akin to family. A whiff of the scent from her little boxes as she plucked them open. It being ushered toward him finds a lifted hand in refusal. "I couldn't impose." Again with that near silent betrayal, a low grumble from the deepest pits. A small black string, finds its way out of the nomads sleeve. What seems

Concentration CD [4/5], Focused Howl CD [2/4], Parry CD [1/4], Parry Duration [2/3] Lifting a silver colored blade up, the layer of soot that had formed on it from time finally wearing off. A pounding of green flames dance across an open field, and in that mess he could see Eruda and Griswold. They were doing their part, protecting everyone and holding their own. But it wouldn't last. His feet immediately slide apart, a pair of lenses fall into the soil. A flare of red in his eyes portrays something boiling in the depths of his being. The massive grinding, a flap of a robe and a volatile

"Fair." Violet was correct on that front, at least they were still alive to make changes and to work toward laying those burdens to rest. There was a noticeable difference between the two, she was much more expressive and excitable, which was strange next to a smoothed out almost complacent mirror. "A meal?" His stomach betrays him, it had been more than a few hours and the rumble of it complaining makes itself known. The last promise of meal instantly became the forefront of his mind from the sea of reflection, Celes was the last he'd made such an arrangement and was still waiting for her to

ID:199894 | Battle:8, Craft:10, Loot:10 (+108 HP, +8 EN) A shared glance, and Raidou was on top of her but a second later. One broad stroke with more static riddling and curving off that blade sends her ass over tea kettle into the center of the room, thoroughly obliterating the remainder of a shattered table. "Curious, you think you could hide." Raidou's eyes light up, a skill that could find her anywhere. A faint trail of red, as he twists his weapon and its starts to wash with color again. The truth was, no matter where she went or what object she decided to perch behind. Nowhere wo

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10/27/21 Materials Sent: 9/22/21 Moved to Guild Vault Given to Shiina (Vault)

10/27/21 (Crafting Respite: 184185) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 199452 CD: 3 +1 LD: 13 Uncommon (2) 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 199453 CD: 9 +1 LD: 19 Rare (4) 10

10/26/21 (Crafting Respite: 184184-2) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 199424 CD: 10 +1 LD: 11 Perfect (2) 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 199425 CD: 2 +1 LD: 20 Salvage Success (4)

A simple exchange, a glance with nothing more than one extra second. A discussion would be held, later. A windstorm arises and falls, far from the strangest thing the nomad had seen. "That's...new." Raidou quipped, repairing the distance from his brow a pair of lenses had slid. The robe begins to return to a simple sway from a flutter. The horrid screeching happens immediately, as various apparatus and objects are flung with clatters and bangs. "Ah, I needed another sample." The red wanderer remarked, as he still hadn't cracked the formula of the one potion he'd yet to brew himself. A hand ove

A single turning page, upon a countertop as various dials are turned. The soft glow of a blue flame, cast against a large sphere of glass. The mixture within that bubble, boiling and twisting with rising steam. "Very good, seems to be taking." He remarks to the girl on his immediate left, who seems almost elated that something had finally taken. Alchemy was no simple task, and it took dedication, given it seemed that almost half or more of concoctions tried to blow up in your face. The small ring of a prompt, a small little envelop flaring out of the corner of his eye. "It would appear that so