Raidou

A reflex as he tore out the gilded edge produced by the guild smith, it flashes and casts a bit more visibility to the surrounding chamber. Revealing these pale looking creatures that were slightly translusent but mimicked what was littered across the floor. Black frames that were slightly transparent and eerie glowing eyes, reaching out for the warmth of life within this forgotten crypt. A violent tear is matched with a horrid scream in anguish, the bits that composed its body being burned up upon contact. It shrieks and recoils, attempting to escape the wave of force that was effectively era

Ripping clean, a black blade, that vibrates with a deep red. "Eruda, take care of them." he remarks under his breath, looking at Freyd. "Now we end this." Freyd opens and soon after you catch remnants of the others pushing so drastically through the army with ease, a vision made real as data begins to fill the air. His feet slide, his heels arch and at blinding speeds Raidou rips through the field slamming his blade into another waiting to hold them back. The weapon shatters, and he pivots, revealing an awaiting shield ablaze in blue flames. It is concussed, before being slammed in its lower b

A somber withdrawal of himself from the platform that he'd taken a seat, there was a bit of a difference compared to what others would see him as. To most, he was Raidou, soft and spoken the same. But At this moment, when approached in the dark by one that was so obviously his enemy. The guilds enemy, it was as if he was a completely different entity. The name given was an ode to trust, and this woman had not earned it nor deserved it. An honest difference between her and Mari or Hidden. It had crossed his mind it could have been either, or a player playing this woman. But he could not deciphe

"My goals? If they are an enigma to you, then I have succeeded. How is Rosaria? Still leading men to become monsters, then, like lambs to the slaughter?" A dwelling still twisting with a red aura, and within that moment he began to fold up the lenses. Into his robe pocket they go, placed away, for he may not need them. "I would ask of you, if given the chance, would the guild that you believe you follow would cease what they were doing? See the mistakes they have made, and leave things to continue as they are?" An instant of ichor seeping into a crack in the floor, sliding out of sight be

A pungent film of red, as if a moniker was not earned. A glance over the shoulder sees a reflective pair of lenses staring into the face of a lengthy woman, slender and bearing a mark. Shuffling a slip of paper procured into a black book, and a snap close before any prying eye could see what it was he had purchased. A dismissive hand sees the broker away without a word, and taking a seat upon a low crate finds him remove those lenses. Anger stirred in a slurry, a visible fog oozing out of his pores. She'd caught him in the middle, and reigning it back was a bit more difficult than one would be

A message rings out through the ether, from a man surrounded by a myriad of creatures, adorning sprouted red crystals from necks like blemishes. Sundered Spire still going strong and yet, had been sniffed out. He was sure that beneath these insistent and thick waves that there lie the heart of the matter, but he could not do this alone. Through the guild chat, a call to arms that comes as an abrupt disturbance to many. An army he'd face so an army he'd bring. These hounds would face steel no different from before, grown with efforts all their own. As a screech and outcry bleeds out in a way th

Emboldened crimson in the night, and with it the slow draw of a section of metal from his back. A weapon. If one listened closely enough, they'd hear the slight buzzer of an alarm set on his HUD ring before being dismissed abruptly. It was time. As sparkles of moon dust reflected stars, building wireframes out of thin air and composing structures still taking shape. Fresh spawns. A soft phrase spoken from the nomad's lips. "If you will remember this, I am sorry." He spoke to the masses, recalling Skalaugh and the Vanguard, as color started to replace silhouettes. Static tears down the length o

Releasing the bars with a tinge of brown that clung to his fingers, rust coming off of them like powder. An adjust of his robe, another quick scan of the narrowed walk that he stood. Squeaking mice flee through the iron, having been startled by the traveler, releasing clumps of partially chewed fabric in their wake. Then begins the heartbeat of his footsteps along this vein, pulsing down passages like a cell in a body. Each sound carried past where one could see, threatening to alert any dormant hostile with its presence. To Raidou, he didn't seem to care. A glance to his minimap, and its ador

BID Exploration: ID:198396 | Battle:9, Craft:7, Loot:16+6=22, Chest Found! Relaxed Triggered HP/EN Restored Those people would never know what happened, and Raidou would never know their name. Know their face. Who here knew what it was that had happened to them, and in the end did they even care? A sharp inhale as the wanderer worked to steel his nerves against such thoughts, such feeling of loss. It was odd to others how quickly he found value in life, which was a curiosity in its own right. How could they not, find value in something that you only have one of. Something that you co

Relaxed [1/2] OOC HP/EN Regen It was riddling, the soft tapping of droplets from some condensation on the ceiling. Each small pounding reverberating for eons and shattered the silence, a glance to his inventory showed his gear was still holding up fine. To his sleeve, Raidou begins to dust some of the viscus mess that had taken root in past conflicts. "Stranger still, it seems so empty when your not in motion." he spoke, and the room seemed to mimic him. Squinting and picking up some of those feral looking things still gnawing away at bedding and scraps in the cell adjacent to where he ha

Thread Complete: 6719/30=223 Raidou: 10035*EXP ([5 * Tier 9] * 223) 1505*Col (10035*.15=1505) Astreya: 1115*EXP ([5 * Tier 1] * 223) 400*Col (400 Page)

8/23/21 Moved to Guild Vault

8/23/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 198261 CD: 9 +1 LD: 3 Rare (1) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 198262 CD: 3 +1 LD: 4 Uncommon (1) 8 (+5 Ambition)

Sliding the bag of coin into the cloaked figure's outstretched hand, before angrily ripping the aloft slip of paper from her. A bit of red smoke like vapor as he walks past, almost shoulder checking her as he does. "Pleasure doing business with you." Alexandria responds sarcastically as he blinds past, fiddling with the bag into a tie on her left hip. She catches a glimpse of someone watching, and gains a cocky smile on her lips. Catching a menu slam shut before she starts to look around. The most obvious stare at her surroundings, all that was missing was a nonchalant whistle to complete the

Approved, Enjoy your stay in Aincrad

A flare of power ripe in the steel still clutched in a black gloved hand, A vibrant and explosive yellow building in a rather small corridor. A wave of the thing sees it find purchase rather abruptly against an awaiting section of metal. A bolt of static leaps down the exposed bits, causing them to steam and rattle beneath the method of impact. Clattering to the floor with the respective magic dispersed quickly. "Destroyed" Raidou remarks eyeing the thing, using the toe of his boot to shift one of the pieces. He was checking for signs of life left behind, and it seemed as though it wasn't gett

Back through the forking passages, that bend and wind all the same in a network of branching passages that were akin to veins. The entire infrastructure seemed planned to confuse someone moving through it. It begged the question if mobs could even find their respective ways throughout the keep. Each was only about 5 to 7 ft in width, and given that none had notably distinguishable features beyond some remnants of what was left by creatures. Perhaps they were leaving these markers on purpose, with purpose. Kneeling low and looking carefully at some of what was left behind, for some symbolism or

It barrels toward him in a wave of black moss, fuzzy and attempting to wrap itself around its would be red clad victim. Raidou rebuttals with a vibrant flash, like a flash bang in a shot glass. Bits of the stuff explode out in all directions, splattering against walls and the ceiling alike. It would seem that it was just as hungry as anything else within here, and the nomad was a snack too delectable to ignore. The winding down of his steel as he stood in a ring left behind from the blast, pots and pans still rolling along the floor as bits of the thing rained down from being adhered to every

Yes

ID:198147 | Loot:17+6=23, Chest Room encounter The smell of salt comes next, playing a bit in the mold. Finding a location with an open doorway, Raidou looks on in the dim lighting. A few rusted and decayed pots and pans sit untouched upon burners and ovens. Cabinets hang limply and off kilter on the walls above, sinks filled with blackish masses that quiver softly under tapping bits of moisture that bleed from tarnished faucets. A kitchen, no less. Waving the stone that provided light about, seeing that signature white and black tile underfoot. A question of age, as he looked toward the

Feral barks as they discuss, sizing up the human that mimicked the ones that put them here. Moreover, watching an arm move to a weapon for self defense. Hunched backs become further bent as they rush him down, finding their way within his reach. A sudden tear of the weapon from its scabbard, a slide of his heel as his left shoulder twists into a twirl. The blade falls low before ripped in a horizontal swing toward the floor. A crash and a bolt of lightning, tempest, creating an earth shattering roar of released energy. Like a nova, a ring of the stuff jumps and discharges across the floor in a

Numerous tables, rounded and decayed. Old wood that seemed were threatening to buckle, chains held to the floor suggest they were meant for prisoners. A mess hall. The swordsman began to scan the perimeter of the place, looking any word or ledgers, something that would yield to what or who may have been contained within. But one slip of paper, held in a small stool and table off to the far right side, held beneath a small tankard of iron. Lifting it and shaking off the mildew that had built from it being used as a coaster for the cup. His eyes begin to scan the page feverishly, dancing across

The weapon burns hot, as Raidou dumps more and more energy into it. Like a wave of destruction, his form blinds through the lot of what was and still manifesting. A spray of data is seen spiraling out from this arc of power from a swordsman. The flash burns away revealing some floor beneath this writhing mass of flesh and tissue, the creatures scream out in agony that's cut short. Brandishing Auric Sunlight with a wave, discharging the lingering energy as the hammer falls. The blazing trail across the floor echoes with the falling edge, creating a sudden solar like flare behind him. His cloak

Stepping through the gunk that oozed out of these things, the brownish yellow mixture that still clung to the floor with a slosh. The glowstone still holding a soft glow in one hand, the blade one of a different hue in his right. They stood out in the corridor, given the lighting. As he pushed on, the halls seemed to take on a more fleshy style texture. The ground felt moist and soft like a tongue, some strange growth making appear like a mouth. It seems that the Iron keep held all sorts of monstrosities that hadn't been seen elsewhere. At least not yet. A sonar like pulse from Raidou sends ba

Bleeding like an open wound through nearly empty streets, the city of Taft seemed bordering on shutting down for the night. A ring of that bell upon a large tower that graced its center further clattered with noise, alluding to the beginning of another hour of twilight. Soft footsteps, an absent settlement and purpose. His destination? Obvious to those that frequented the floor. He was making his way to the gate, for the forest that this single boon broke apart. It seems in all this time, Raidou was waiting for something. Ushering open a menu, looking earnestly at the clock that adorned t