Raidou

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

A blur of whirling thoughts that scattered behind a pair of lenses that played the part of tether, a line in a storm that anchored him to a tree. Lest he blow away in that swirling tide of invisible hands and voices. Another jostle of the lenses that held to his brow, as a fair size gem of pure purple. An amethyst or something similar, lands beneath him with a clatter and thud. Coming to a stop, taking its place near the other shades in equal unclean carving. A bit of static riddled the fibers of his hands and arms, a slight jerk of power left unused. An ode to his strength and a personificati

Still she lingered on his friends list, the guild roster and even still Raidou didn't know where she belonged or how to palette what she meant. The wanderer was always the last to process his own feelings, although he acted like an exposed nerve when it came to those around him. Always concerned with every life excluding his own, a slight twist of the lenses on his brow. Struggling to be convinced that those that spoke as if it wasn't an actuality, as if he wasn't rolling near some grave eager to accept him into its confines. A dark embrace awaiting soil to cover it. A glance toward that gem,

Allowing all the little thoughts that rattled around behind his eyes to weigh in and check against what it was he capable of, what wasn't possible and what he could utilize in his own methods. A man unconvinced that there was nothing more to learn, although some things wouldn't allow him to grow he could increase his mental capacity. Understanding his opponents and his peers, exploiting what was available for him to peruse. A method that he'd practiced on the regular, and although others didn't quite see the value in it: his malleability it was his greatest strength. Sliding a single held and

Counting back the steps as on autopilot he plucks free another emerald, building it and drawing it out like a mathematical equation. Adjusting stance, location and trigger point. Blade location, when the energy would need to be applied and the skill triggered. What degree the attack would need to be placed for execution, everything being placed into the formula. It would need cleaning, refinement and some testing before it was utilized. But it was worth a thought, learning from those around him was where his strength stemmed. Curious still how to focus it into something meaningful, optimal. Th

As his mind raced building a semblance of choreography in that theatre behind his eyes, another step. Like a waltz, putting the equation together. A horizontal cleave from a strike, that connects to a blade held from handle and blade. Slamming into it with a shower of sparks, a metallic grinding and a flash of light. A flutter of a robe as he pivots and jams the blade through a chest exposed. A sudden jerk as he abandons his grip, around the target and grabbing the point that stuck through its back. A violent pull sees it dug deeper and punctured fully through imaginary armor. An ode to the gi

Again there was a tone, a monologue of voices ringing in Raidou's ears as that simply never stopped. No one understood what it was like to be him, or so it seemed. They just assumed his silence was some form of complacency or what have you. But the truth was he was always listening, recording what was spoken. It was in these sort of places, where he was alone. Excluding Nemo, that he'd reflect inward and start to process what was spoken to him. NIGHT, Baldur, Kiluia. The voices bubbled up from the cauldron, mixing and working their way toward an epiphany. But not just words but actions, what w