Raidou

This, Yes

Approved

3/10/22 Gungir's Shard Bottling/Feast Approvals from Here:

As lightning rockets between his fingers and scatters down the length of Griswold and Eruda, a film of red oozing from his shoulders as Juiblex expands and reinforces itself using the shields as a brace. It creates a semblance of overcast, making the three tanks glow with sword art charged eyes and two pair of shields forming a wall. The impact slams against that produced barrier as time seems to come to a crawl, sending large stones blaring past in an instant that seem in slow motion. Through that blackened bubble, the screams of Ladonian troops being caught in the blast, as other ships began

Receiving a notification from Freyd, he looks to Simmone. "Find us a way up, I can get us there. Eruda, Griswold." he lifts a hand with a sharp tear toward his face and clutches onto that inky blackness, sheathing his sword and begins to tear it off like adhesive. "We aren't avoiding a falling ship, everyone won't get out of the blast radius in time." His tanned skin revealed as it's sheered off, and he flings it forward. "Block it." A sword only offered so much surface area, and the weight of the ship would exceed even his weight limits. But between three full-bodied tanks? They'd fought mass

Yep

Yep, looks good

Taking a glance around to take stock of all the faces, most he'd seen in some manner or another. It was strange that although he recognized most of them, all of it was nearly superficial. Only rumor, simple exchanges and simple reflections. Only surface level deep. None of them really knew him, and likewise it was only an insight and not confirmation that he knew of them. Freyd returns with a relative overkill amount of crap from Baldur's buffet, undoubtably to take most of it home to jam into his cupboards. "I haven't the slightest clue, they just sprang up and ran off." He nursed his ow

The dark elf clamors against the implanted blade, trying his best to rip clean its point. A dark snap as Raidou twists the handle. Arms drop limply to both sides, losing the strength to move. It was as if a floodgate had opened, that silver haired woman starts to sob uncontrollably. Her entire world had been flipped upside down with one failed day. The nomad works to her, grabbing her wrists and starting to check for some wound. It was almost aggressive, still fuming that thick red smoke. "Why didn't you help us?" she chokes out through those tears. The guys hands stop moving. "You were not re

3/4/22 Materials Sent (Dated) Moved to Guild Vault

3/4/22 (Crafting Respite: 186455) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 204818 CD: 5 +1 LD: 20 Uncommon (4) 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 204819 CD: 11 +1 LD: 11 Perfect (2)

Accepting the escort, finding the walls of the town of beginnings. Where their journey had begun, changed and swerved in ways that could never have been imagined. Immediately the robe on his back is recognized and is met with a flavor of hesitation. Whispers from the lips of many, as it's recalled and the legend lives on. Down a wayward alleyway, to a hole in the wall with a sign that had seen better days. The ringing of chain links as it would sway. As the threshold is breached, the smell of beef, a hint of something herbal on the air. "It definitely seems to have a real world feel." The

Shards of glass ring out, the ones that were once a person. Drawing a blade and violently tearing it against the front of a weakened but not entirely out Field Boss. The Dark Elf recoils as that cool gray blade rings in a vengeful red flare. Like a boulder down the side of a cliff, the thing scatters across the turf. Bouncing and tumbling before grinding to a halt. "Why didn't you listen!?" An almost feral screech to the silver haired girl, still stuck in shock, as he kneels down over the kid. Where was the tan skinned fellow? The red head was gone. Grabbing a fist full of the kid's collar, ta

The nomad's hands continue to move, trying their best to ignore these players. "You are not prepared for this, go home." He mutters just loud enough for them to hear him. "Whatever, it's clear that he doesn't want to help us, Regal. Forget him." Placing her hand on the brown haired boy's shoulder. The cascading sound of footsteps prove them leaving, and the wanderer continues to work in a deafening silence. Rustling leaves, birds chirping, returning as the primary noise. "Go home." Raidou pleads to the plants, as if he was speaking to them through the shadows. Time starts to crawl past, making

Scanning those faces, one by one, and inserting them into memory. As if they were being etched to the inside of that tired mind. "We were thinking of trying to tackle a field boss, so you in?" A bombastic voice chips in, overshadowing the younger boy. Accounts rip through the wanderer's head, like ringing in his ears. Numbers bleed past in an instant, weighing these four against the statistics. "What are your builds?" Spoken as his hands continue to tear away at plants, plucking them from the soil. "We're DPS, and Mino is a healer." A tanned skinned male pipes up, gesturing to the red head tha

Whoever wishes to foresee the future must consult the past; for human events ever resemble those of preceding times. The brisk crunch of grass, finding itself pushed flat underfoot. Harrowing yelling peels itself through morning air, as faces topped upon vibrant garb. Ringing and flashes of light, tastes of greed, bittersweet to the tongue. Desperately seeking an edge, an advantage or a meal. Like the floors before, players a plenty rushing too and from. Seeking health bars and the rewards that would spring out of them. An anthem of breaking glass, and the taste of victory. The stave off

Sliding his hands on the walls, to remove some dust to look at the gemstones beneath. "It seems that it may suit our needs, yes. But is this really how you'd like to spend your day? This can wait." Raidou remarks, lifting the glowstone up and causing the glimmers to gleam under that glow. Raidou moves and gestures open his inventory, tapping a pin into the map. To return at a later date, perhaps Eruda hadn't considered how to relax in the same regard that he had. She was excited, sure, but it was simply because Raidou was here. Not because she was enjoying this foray. Adjusting his glasses, he

A sudden pulse rips him upward, basically his highway at this point. He was so used to traveling rapidly between floors, that was jarring for others seemed as common as breathing to him. Immediately, the fresh tropical scent of saltwater assails his nostrils, followed by the silent scream of water upon a shore. A bright and vibrant day, causing the colors present in the fauna to almost glow. Barely audible patter in the sand as his feet start to move, being led by the girl. He catches the semblance of embarrassment plastered on her face. It was here in these wilds that he was at his most comfo

Beginning to collect his things from the table, as if meticulously placing away the small blueprint he'd formed. Last, that little brown book still only part of the way finished, pushing a card into the paper as a bookmark. Sliding that book into an awaiting robe pocket, just as Eruda was exiting the bedroom. Clothing changed, and quickly back into the attire he'd seen once or twice before. Whereas Raidou was always stuck in the same thing, methodical and consistent. "I remember discussing this with you prior, a cave on floor 24?" The wolf pup hopping around like a lunatic before scooping a bu

3/3/22 Moved to Guild Vault

3/3/22 (Crafting Respite: 186443-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 204478 CD: 10 +1 LD: 7 Perfect (1) 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 204479 CD: 4 +1 LD: 10 Uncommon (2)

Spinning the lid on that thermos before it vanishes into his inventory, primed for the road. Eruda joined him, adding her own dish to the pile. A sudden soft moment, as the wanderer finds Eruda's hand pressed into his chest. "It is interesting, and I do believe that we will know when it should be. I'd rather allow it to happen naturally, which I won't pretend to know when that is." Making motions to the table, Raidou lifts the robe and wraps it around his shoulders. It sways in a flutter before finding rest, finding the space around his arms and concealing them from view. Bending down and pluc

The simple remnants of a meal, as Eruda began to speak her mind, share her discomfort. It made sense. The chatter of a morning did well to offer white nose, reducing the tension despite the subject. He'd offer some of the tea he'd brewed to Eruda's cup before filling his own again. Falling back into his seat, he'd click together a pair of chopsticks and place them across that small box. "That is a normal problem to concern yourself with, I've felt the same before. It may not seem like it, but I have questioned every word I've ever spoken." Watching on in a serene gaze, one that almost offered

The sprouting taste of the tournament twisting into some kind of celebration. Perhaps that was his queue to make an exit, he had taken at least a few hours to himself in support of this affair. This show of faith in each other, and friendly competition. "I suppose so." Adjusting those pair of glasses, trying to decide if he should stick around or leave until the tournament resumed. "It's not all it's cracked up to be. Baldur does it, and does it well. But that doesn't mean he doesn't question his decisions, or the calls he makes. I am sure he has his own share of doubts, we all do. The only th

A fresh day still ripening and breathing itself to life, a composure that mirrored the gentle awakening. "You could have just asked. I prefer green tea unsweetened. It's plain, I know, but it is what I am used to." Turning a steaming kettle, offers more of that green mixture to a cup. To his lips it's brought, and he takes a sip. "Relax, no reason that things need to change. I am just a little more free, not an entirely different person." It was true that Raidou had reached a new state, one that allowed him to share his thoughts more readily. But it wasn't a cause for alarm. Eruda's embarrassm