Raidou

Nemo takes over for Raidou, and collecting the pile of resources up that he'd gathered so far. "What are you going to do with these?" Notably avoiding the bag that he knows has a bunch of eggs in it. Raidou glances back and acknowledges the meaning. "I can't leave them here, else given their proximity to Tomoika they'd reek havoc. It has a spider problem, as does most of this floor." The nomad comments before continuing moving back up to his raise and checking for any more. "If I can find a place to release them that they won't be an invasive species, then I will. Otherwise, I may have to euth

Sticking up his nose, Nemo outcries "Please keep those away from me." Offering a sharp cough, a bit disoriented he continues his inquiry. "That long? Don't you get sick of it, all the traveling around I mean." Pulling the string closed, Raidou gently walks them down and sets them next to the pile of bags that was growing immeasurably. "Well I wont lie to you, it is taxing. But if I don't who will?" The sentiment as he'd collect pieces up and make a more uniform pile, much like a farm hand moving around bags of flour. "But why you?" Nemo asked, trying to seek out a motive. "Why not me? I c

Nemo leans low, finding it strange that he'd asked him so carelessly. When not but a week ago Nemo had attacked him, was now treating him almost like a partner. Grabbing the bag, he'd reach up and slide it into an awaiting hand. "H-here you are." The NPC grunts, having to stretch to make up the gap. "A couple of hours every day? How long have you been doing this?" The obvious disbelief hung on his voice, trying to convince himself of the invalidity. *snap* Raidou leans bag and slides a couple of cocooned eggs into the bag. "A few years, but only some of my trips have been that long.

To Nemo, Raidou was an alien who offered a hand to nearly everyone he met. It silently explained why Raidou had spared him so readily before, and subtly Nemo couldn't help but feel bad for the conclusion he'd jumped to prior. Here he thought that the man was another player aiming to exploit this resource selfishly, but clearly he was using it to help others that couldn't access it. One even on this very floor. Another question: "How long does this take you?" *thump* Another spool hits the stone: "Usually a couple hours, but my necklace helps me get around quickly." confirming the exi

Wiggling his shoulder which portrayed movement out of sight. "Then I visit Tolbana to deliver some medicine, after which I ferry some supplies to Blackwatch Bastion." Another pause as he fishes out another spool in a clump, tossing it down to the rough stone floor. "From there, its just some work at the Grand Tree in Ydalin and some mapping of the Labyrinth given how large it is and how little we know about it." Answering Nemo's question to the best of his ability. "That much? All I do is rake some leaves and trim some bushes. Given your history, makes sense how you found this place then.

"Is that even worth anything?" Nemo offers perplexed by the nomads direct focus on these metallic strands. "I always thought they were just a mess I'd have to clean up." To which Raidou shakes his head. "They're strong once woven together from what I understand, Charko actually makes quite an earnest amount of silk from it. Once cleaned and spun, it will make cloth as strong as steel." Finding a smile from Raidou, Nemo asks another question: "How many places do you take responsibility for?" gesturing to the sheer truck load that Raidou had set aside already, with his intentions to get more sti

Little by little the nomad yielded ball after ball of this metallic twine, adding into a satchel its own. Steady hands from nigh years of experience deftly pulled the string, finding the sack stuck limply to his palm. "Just a few more." The wanderer offers, his voice ringing off the cavern walls. Holding the bag with the tips of his fingers that poked out through the gloves he wore, a heavy tug sees it free. To the trough of water as he drops the bag in, he nurses his hands in that chilling trickle. A thorough once over removes the sticky grime from the webs. A form of silent meditation as he

With a fold carefully closed, the twine finds a bag of white linen. Storing it in a nook on the rock face beneath his legs, to keep his hands free for bracing and gathering more of the stuff. The sword is lifted again, a bit further off than the first batch with a bit of a stretch. The point connects and immediately finds tension, being held just a tad by the weight of the wire. Raidou pushes down and forces it to break a bit from the wall, a smattering of stone shards parade down in tiny outcries. The sections where it breaks cracks slightly as its suctioned free in an instant. Raidou spins t

Peeling his sword back from its sheathe, to play the part of spool as he ushers for the stone like rafters that hung above him. Taking a step-up and locking his heels where he could find solid footing, he holds the blade overhead. A spin of the grip sees the silver tethers begin to wind around the edge, forming small clumps that glisten in what little light is offered. A harsh tug and redirect as he uses more of the weapon like a metal rod, allowing the stuff to adhere to its edge as much as it could. Thankfully it stuck to skin far easier, removing it from the edge wouldn't be too much of a h

A heavy shake of his hand sees what little beads of water shook from his skin in a spray, the sleeve adorning his right arm still rather damp and would be for some time to come. A glance to Nemo sees the guy still so honestly fixated on the swordsman in red, and for good reason. Still a curiosity, and even more so without any real explanation that the NPC could consume to begin to glean what it was Raidou was. With a tighten of his robe around his shoulders, as it attempts to free itself in a slide, his glasses the same shortly after. That same signature glare rips across the chamber of stone,

With a rapid insertion of what he had wrought into a white sack still filled with fragrance, from foodstuffs from times before although clean it still reeked of what was in it prior. A pull of the tie sees it locked tight, before that same bit of twine wraps a belt loop and anchors it to his side alongside the ores and gemstones from before. A diligent refusal to give in or give up. Raidou was content, although being of the highest level, doing such humble tasks like these. His eyes trail the waters beneath him, seeing if there was anything he may have missed in his quick extraction. Finding l

Closing: Crozeph: 2*SP (Thread Length) 2*SP (Quest Reward) 400*Col

Closing: Crowzeph: 400*Col 2*SP (Thread Length)

NIAN | Approved. Total EXP: 1000 Total SP: 15 Current Level: 3

I gotchu, get your shet

Still a bit of hesitation, but that was only natural. "I don't know what to say. There is nothing worth thanking me for." The notion perplexed him, as he took those lenses back open and returned them. He'd laid himself to bear for a moment, showed her the skill that he used to do what she wished to. "The desire is all it takes, and you'll be surprised how far you'll go." He opened the menus open and began to work them like a conductor with both hands, opening a roster of names in a cascading list with different shades. A pause of his shuffling as he resized and transitions composed messag

As she'd look to the field for her answer, Raidou set his glass down. There was an intensity searching her expression and her body language, with enough force to tear a hole clean through her frame. There was a shift, a newfound softness and honesty. Truth. Her eyes shift to his, a dead locked share of vision as sentiment is waved across that line. Shared. Listening to the whole of what she had to say, his head turning slightly toward his right shoulder. His eyes shut and take on the breeze that was playing against that field that they chose to hold this exchange, through chance alone. Th

4/26/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 190979 CD: 9 +1 LD: 2 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 190980 CD: 9 +1 LD: 20 Rare (4) 10 (+5 Ambition)

Like a machine, Raidou continues to enter and exit the waters with more and more of these undisturbed shellfish in his clutches. Wanting eagerly whatever he could yield in the shortest amount of time, pushing himself to the limit and placing the burning sensation on his arm in the back of his mind. Diligence would wait for no issue, his pace came from his inability to give in to what was placed before him. Disagreeing what was set up to slow him down, like every mission or task set before him, he'd tear it asunder such the same. A pair of glasses that continued to attempt to leave his face sti

A single praise near the end of that echo, the warmth of an embrace from a phantom that he'd assumed had forgotten him after all this time. That same specter now played his apprentice and was learning quite readily from the swordsman in red, coming to terms with her place as he had quite some time ago. When it came to being a warrior lost to time, Raidou was quite the excellent specimen. Another clasped clam finds its way into a pile of others like it. In an oil like gloss, slightly gleaming from the moisture upon them. More materials for a chef that Raidou needed an excuse to seek out, this w

Dripping sleeves as his arm is thrust back below, eagerly seeking out what was hidden beneath that filth and chilled water. Scanning the bottom of the pond, what lay just outside of sight and using the feeling in his fingertips alone to seek what he was after. His memories dived in with them, trailing back into the flurry where he could sense himself unravel with every moment. That permafrost in swirling white that threatened to bury everything beneath its ever covering presence. A disconnect from his motions and his thoughts, as the thoughts of those he experienced within that storm. A millio

A shift of his shoulder as everything below his elbow was engulfed in almost ice like water. The icy chill that held to his skin held aloft by from the traveler's skill, another gift from his motivations that pushed him further and further along his path with seemingly no direction at first interpretation. A brush of outstretched fingers and a lock of his eyes where it was felt. Beneath the water in its murky and opaque surface sees but a single black looking smooth stone just beneath his hands, more feeling that sight allows its confirmation. It was smooth, like a finely furnished tables top.

Their eyes meet for but a moment, and Raidou cannot help but smile. An intentional instillation of confidence in both the NPC and himself. Pushing away with a trail of his glance away, righting the pair of glasses on his nose in a flair of white in reflection. To the pond he drops a hand into the bitter chill. Remembering the presence of shellfish upon its lining, knowing full well the clams that laid beneath its surface. The water almost burned as he held those very same spectacles on the bridge of his nose with his other hand, his torso pressed against the rim holding him solid. A soft swish

That last clatter of gemstone near the first, jewels producing a fair size pile beneath his heels. A flourish of his steel sees it docked upon his back with ease, finding its scabbard and being released. Down to the floor the swordsman begins to bundle and pocket up the uncut stones into a linen bag one after another. Banging together with a clatter as the bag stretches slightly with each new addition, a pull of the drawstring sees it locked shut and added to his left hip near others. "Not good enough, but good time." Raidou quips beneath his breath as a vocal semblance of his thoughts out lou

A catalog of faces riddled through his head, the guilds very captains stood as one with others that were willing to make that gambit. A sense of pride and safety, in the fact that like he they saw value in the others that were willing to stand on that field with them. Even more so were a few that he had not expected to see, some fit the bill but others were not obvious. But there was a proof in seeing them hold the ground against the coming swelling tides of darkness and ink. Despite all that was forced toward them, all razor like teeth sent for their skin that they stood against it all. Pride