Raidou

Concentration CD [1/5] A detonation of red fog, that bleeds out into the field of hostiles. The color in their eyes fade, pupils dilate as blindness sets in. A sudden tear down the field sees the vanguard captain spin, into a signature pivot, slamming that hunk of black metal against an attempted attack. An earth-shattering ring, the ground cracks and breaks as the general's weapon explodes into metallic shrapnel. The body follows soon after, lingering lines of red light peeling from his frame as his opponent is sent flying. "Let loose the dogs of war, raise the field, and leave no soldie

The energy continues to charge, making the blade burn hot in that gold light akin to a sun in a morning sky. His stance shifts forward just ever so slightly before he seems to just vanish. A sudden burning ark through the air slices fixtures and foes alike in its scorching ring. It carves like butter through the creatures that were foolish enough to attempt to sneak up on the red clad swordsman. Detonating one after another like chained explosives meant to level a building, pops in sequence and matched with a spray of data fractals that spread like ash. The flare on the edge of his blade begin

BID Exploration: ID:198550 | Battle:7, Craft:10, Loot:9+6=15 (Nothing Happens) Since destroyed, he eyes the pile of disturbed books. That gaze passes back to the now empty shelving, and offers a very faint sigh. It would appear that his efforts in this chamber would come up empty, and it would be best to press on. Fiddling with the lenses on his brow, finding nothing to keep him here, inspecting through this illegible wreckage. Dropping the now dead and worn out glowstone, before reaching into his pocket and tapping softly another. The flickering green glow like a firefly begins to peel o

Sliding through the binding are cables of black, that were once spears of ichor before becoming flimsy and twisting into barbs. They tear back like a line on a wench, ripping it close as Raidou draws a blade. A vicious shredding sees what little damage it had done refilled in an instant, rewarding itself to Raidou's HP pool in a glowing red trail. "You might regret the taste." he remarks, as the weapon sets ablaze in a decaying reddish orange. Fueled by ire and the sudden surprise, Raidou pivots and dumps that creature hooked to the web it had been caught in. It slams into the floor, causing t

As he rummaged and disturbed more manuals, novels or literature. Tearing open pages and shuffling through transcribed words upon them, some of it legible and others in languages he couldn't understand. They begin to pile upon the floor, being tossed over a shoulder after being shown to be unintelligible. Various ages, colors and panels. Illustrations and ink, and yet as some of them appear to start to move on their own. A cover playing the part of wings, as pages begin to fall out of the flaps between. They scatter like snowflakes, dancing through the air as they hit the floor. Raidou con

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

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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