Raidou

A thicker red robe sat motionless on a rack near the front doors. Hung up on the days it was not needed, which were quite numerous these days. The simple bound book in his hand was matched with a simple cup of porcelain. The regal and expensive looking interior was still rather uncomfortable, a fact that the man couldn't quite shake but it did a fair job of giving back to the community that needed it most. Even the simple act of being a resident of the city did wonders, the taxes and the revenue from simple shopping helping bolster their squandering streets. He'd contemplated cutting the build

Guild Name: Firm Anima Guild Quest Rank: 3 Guild Quest Creator: Raidou Guild Quest Details:

6/29/25 Trying something new to save the roller, reusing roll ID's that are being fused away: Transferred via PRB Added to Guild Vault Added to Store: Added to Guild vault Eval'd For future fusions: 245888-3, Uncommon T4 Salve, (CD:4+1, LD: 19) 245889, Uncommon T4 Salve, (CD:5+1, LD: 3) 245893, Uncommon T4 Salve, (CD:3+1, LD: 2) 245895-1, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:6+1, LD: 14) 245916, Uncommon T4 Potion, (CD:5+1, LD: 2)

6/29/25 (Crafting Respite: 230290) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 245880 CD: 2 +1 LD: 20 Salvage Success (4) 9 (+7 Ambition) 2 245881 CD: 4 +1 LD: 2 Uncommon (1)

Guild Name: Firm Anima Guild Quest Rank: 1 Guild Quest Creator: Raidou Guild Quest Details:

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244259 | Recovery CD: 4 (No Proc), Parry Fades, Concentration CD {3/5} That stoic deadpan that he always wore was plastered across his face, the no nonsense calculating expression that left his thoughts simply outside of perception. The lenses on his face becoming alight with candlelight with each player would fill the room with heat, causing them to become fully opaque with each change in lighting. The man would pull the small stone from his pocket and like a flint and steel that ungainly tanking blade is ripped across the cerberus etching like a matchbook. It b

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"She is pretty sweet, but I lost her for a while. Same girl I confused you for." The man would lean a bit and raise his left hand as if clutching an invisible handle, tilting his head toward his left shoulder and moving his right between the space made to create the charade of a violin being played. "Never seemed bothered, didn't have any problems with inserting herself into my life. I was reluctant at first, but then I just kind of accepted it. It started with a sandwich because I couldn't afford food." It was a lot of baggage carrying it all around trapped in a tiny little bottle, and it onl

The sudden surge of power that rips from Shiina as the party aims to slower her down causes Raidou to become amped beyond something ever thought possible. All of the skills on his HUD immediately light up, each icon now embossed with a golden outline around them. A sense of shock and bewilderment prattles through his mind, wondering just how this would play out. His opponent still tracked and now regretting full swing roaring at the battle bard, Raidou draws his blade and triggers the first step in his chain. Lightning rushes down the length of his weapon and back, surging like usual and he ri

The simple flash of green on the traveler's eyes would claim the orange before turning back, signifying that the system was engaged to his companions. The small green dot draws itself on his minimap, pointing out their target without even a second of delay. Such was the effect of the hunter that surveyed nearly every floor in excess. Old beaten pathways still pristine despite their age, he'd accept the invite relayed to him by the smith. "Got the quest?" Raidou would ask as the smith would raise the paper to show him. A glance toward the timer on his HUD would relay it was getting late in the

Mari seemed to like the statement but the irony was it wasn't really intended to be a joke, he'd met three of them and each one of them were completely dirty. They'd pick and choose who to engage with, and they couldn't keep a single fact straight. Completely incapable ass wipes sitting on a high horse built on lies. Raidou couldn't help but lean closer to the edge of the roof, watching bright tops of hair wandered up and down completely unaware of them both. The duo was completely invisible these two stories up. "So you're not anymore?" "Nope." He'd quip taking the bottle from her

Following along with the girls devious plan, he'd find himself whisked away far away from the damn gremlin that was eye banging everything with legs. Down the busy streets and through an alleyway that led straight to a ladder that would lead straight to rooftop. The sun played upon the brass city in a defiant glare, casting the whole thing in a brilliant bronze shine in a mix of orange. Mari would be staring down at her pilfered bottle, as the man would take a space on the rooftop, a panel sliding of the top and you can hear someone yell from the street below. "Oops." he'd quip but slide back

"Well it worked and now I feel like an asshole." The man leans forward and lays on his own arm as the truth just slides out. Raidou knew that he was always misunderstood when it came to Mari. The best intentions always came across poorly. The bartender just floated round right in front of them like an imbecile, clearly not picking up on a single social queue. "Dude could you leave? I can feel your eyes." The bartender finally takes a hint and grabs a white rag and moves away. He'd look to Mari almost pleading. "If I get so under the table he starts hitting on me, for the love of god get me the

"No i'm not" the sentence breaks off and he cannot help but squint at her in disbelief at the statement. "Drunk." The man raises a hand, he'd push his hands out in front of him and watch as his sake had taken to a pair of hideous legs and walked itself to the back room. "Ok." He'd put his hands up near their view, basically trying to possibly narrow the perceptions of an inebriated woman wearing empty lens glasses that she stole while hitting on a man in a bar with cheesy hamming to pull free drinks or worse hitting on the lumpy sack of clay. "Mari, someone told me to pull the stick out of my

The man sat in silence before the woman at on his immediate right would start to really lay it on thick, as she began to use her finger as a stirring rod. The bartender was practically drooling all over himself like straight out of a cartoon. Soon his eyes would bust out of his head and stretch 2 feet from his skull, Raidou couldn't help but imagine the image. Tapping his fingers a little hastily across the bar, the clear lack of service was a little irritating. Shoving his face into his hand, he was trying to both not yell at the idiot or bust out laughing. This is shit was absolutely so corn

Entering the damn near piecemeal dive that would smell of booze and vomit, it wasn't exactly an endearing place. Every smell seemed so awfully pungent, and Raidou cannot help but look back the little paper from his pants pocket. Sporting his plain clothes, he was out running errands and didn't want the attention. The coordinates matched and he cannot help but shake his head in disbelief. He'd wander up to the bar and tap twice on its face, drawing the toothed NPC's attention who was nose deep in play flirting with a girl at the bar. They really were getting way too damn life like these days. S

An early morning is met with sullied hands, rough skin under fingerless gloves. The nomad appeared through a flash of blue light, a linen sack draped over his left shoulder. The neck clutched in his left hand, as the other pushes on his nose. "Morning." He remarks in that same stoic calm, as adamant as it was peaceful. The man almost sleeping on the guild hall table catches his attention, finding the loafing about to be rather lazy. "Something I can help you with?" Raidou comments as he'd wander up the stairs, pushing the raw materials into a space on the vast sectional shelving. Back down wit

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245555, CD: 12 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed The nomad clad in red came down the room to find nearly absolute chaos mixed with the oddest taste of quirky absurdity. A pack of fish no larger then 8 inches in length, equipped with small firearms to match their stature. Just across the room, a giant battle turtle starts to arm itself with slowly elongating cannons out of its back, as a pair of penguins equipped with army helmets slide in from its side sporting tiny lit cigars. It was straight out of s

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245512, CD: 1 (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] The first of the party to set his sights upon a group of smaller foes, wandering away from him just on the edge of his peripheral. Such was the way of this quest, how the moment the larger fell that a string of smaller ones would seek out safety to attempt to recreate the boss and replace it. Raidou turns the glowing blade in his hand, the system obliging his desire with a drawing glow of blue that slinks down his blade and back to the grip. Toward his

As soon as that creature would remove itself from the sand, the nomad in red was immediately down its throat. The yellow edged glimmering blade that sat behind his right shoulder is grasped with a quick extension of his arm clasping the handle. A rip of it would see it flare up like sunlight cutting through the clouds, a stream of light as it would become hot with the blue hued light signifying the channeling of a sword art. That robe of his flutters angrily as his stance sharply deepens, a left hand even touching the ground as he'd lock in. Skills aplenty across his vision go dark all at once

The flowing red robe of his stood starkly against the beachfront as it had time and time before, blade at the ready. These encounters seemed unending, and no matter how difficult the woman was to track down outside of this place she was always stagnant here. The one place to which she could be found on the regular. How many more times would she appear here? How many more obtuse places would she lead them all, each were stranger then the last. A sewer, a dungeon, a giant cooking pot. The list went on and on, and it would almost seem that there was no limit to how logic bending they could appear

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245478, CD: 10 (+8 EN), Concentration CD [2/5] Half the team was missing or just not in this room, Raidou knew that it would all go back to normal when all the creatures were dead and gone. Eyes lock toward the flaming torch guy, still unsure what he was trying to be. Pulling his blade back, striking deep and hard within its chest cavity. Giving his last breath as he pulls his sword out and the creature pops into nothing. Quickly glancing around as the environment started going back to normal,