Lessa

Thread Summary Word Count: 8,740 Jomei: (8740 / 5) * (11) = 19228 + 1000 (quest) = 20,228 EXP | 200 (page) + 1000 (quest) + 3034 (LW) = 4,234 col Lessa: (8740 / 5) * (9) = 15732 + 1000 (quest) = 16,732 EXP | 200 (page) + 1000 (quest) + 2509 (LW) = 3,709 col

The woman stood in the shop’s doorway, her lips pursed in thought, her gaze glued to the message window hovering a few inches from her face. The man behind her cleared his throat once, twice, then barked out a gruff, “Excuse me,” before she finally realized he was there. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Lessa stammered, scooting out of the store’s entrance and practically down the block before she slowed. A quick glance over her shoulder showed him huffing in annoyance as he stomped the opposite direction. She probably deserved that. Making a better door than a window, or whatever. That idiom neve

At the touch, the horizontal and vertical pieces of the cross split apart, clattering to the ground with a noise that seemed preternaturally loud. The hastily-made marker had, apparently, been clinging to life by a thread. A strong wind might have sent it it tumbling. But it wasn’t a strong wind that destroyed the one piece of him that remained - it was yet another clueless human. And that couldn’t go unpunished. The darkness hovering over the grave coalesced into the form of a man. He stood a head taller than the players before him, but his posture, and the way that he glared down at the

A flash of movement in the left cell heralded the ghost’s arrival. It was as if the air around the figure simply parted for her, dust particles and light bending around her silhouette as she drifted from the bench to the bars of her cage. Her form was far from solid - more like a slight distortion to reality, visible only if the viewer were to squint and tilt their head a bit. But the soft sobs that racked her were unmistakable, and very real. The sound of them, soft, shallow, and breathless, filled the small building. And with each second that passed, the source came into clearer focus.

"Well that's a relief," Lessa replied, shaking her head for added effect. "I feel like we just had an entire conversation about how I'm not interested in your cock or your balls." She punctuated the comment with a smile, but it fell away as silence overtook her. She'd jumped at the opportunity to make a sexual comment - those jokes were really just low-hanging fruit at that point - but his confession carried weight that she couldn't simply laugh off. The topic deserved more respect than that, and so did he. In one day, he had shared with her more than he had in the years they'd known each othe

The crowd at the bar was already three players deep by the the time Lessa arrived. The mass practically took on a life of its own, a monster that shifted and surged, changing form with each arrival and departure. And she was meant to find Jomei in that? The dim lighting and the masks certainly didn't help matters. He was tall, sure, but the same seemed to be true for everyone else in the Blackbook. Most of the women, Lessa included, benefited from the few extra inches provided by their high heels. The blonde clucked her tongue in thought, then loosed a quick shrug, and plunged into the throng.

It didn't take much to decorate the Farm for Halloween. The other 364 days of the year, the ambient sound on her costal property was enough to send a shiver up a spin: the steady crashing of the waves on the rocks, the whisper of the wind through the dried cornstalks, the mournful cry of the foghorn. The old barn, with its shadowy hayloft and dusty sweat smell certainly didn't help matters. Set out a few jack-o-lanterns, and rig a stereo to play spooky music, and Lessa had the makings for an extra creepy stop on the the trick-or-treat trail. The truth was, Lessa wasn't actually into the s

The Farm Location: Floor 28 Description: A lighthouse situated on the coast of the western sea, just beyond the Thessacoln Pastures. Plot Size: Estate {Safe Zone} Rooms: 9/15 House & 2/3 Yard House Master Bedroom Master Bathroom Basic Kitchen Storage Closet Living Room Dining Hall Attic (Storage) Basement Guest Room x x x x

She didn't want to slow down. Some small voice nagged that turning in the quest should be their top priority. Given their difficulty with the quest, and their luck so far, it couldn't be this easy. There was probably some hidden timer that would run out before they could get back to Percival, negating their progress, and requiring that they start over. And if that happened, Lessa figured she'd just negate her life by yeeting off the edge of Aincrad. So when Jomei tugged her to a standstill, she huffed out her frustration, and turned to voice her disapproval. Instead, she was enveloped by a str

[Stats going in soon, I promise.] Lessa stood outside the Wild Rose Forge, her hands on her hips, her face contorted in an expression that could only be described as confused annoyance. Annoyed confusion? Regardless, she was annoyed, and that confused her. Why did the mere sight of her shop spawn such negative emotions? Why had years passed without her even stepping across the threshold? The sunlight spilling through the windows illuminated the dust particles beyond the glass, filling the serene space with glitter. And it still did nothing to entice her inside. “I hate you,” she told

Raven Hollow Mayor's Estate Sunrise Another day dawned, the sunrise spreading it's pink wings across the cloudless sky. The first mayor of Raven Hollow had chosen this property to build on partially because of the view. With windows on all four sides, the manor offered a front-row seat to the sunrise, the sunset, and every moment in between. He also selected it given its position on a hill, apart and above the rest of the town. The first mayor had enjoyed looking down on his constituents from atop his modern castle. The last mayor hadn’t cared about such things. Now, the estate h

Raven Hollow Cemetery Sunset The final rays of the dying sun fell across the headstones. Long ago, the light had gleamed off the well-polished, well-loved grave markers. Now, it simply cast long shadows, straight black lines crossing the hallowed ground like the bars of a prison cell. It was an apt comparison, considering the souls of the dead were trapped within the crumbling walls of the cemetery. Though the earth had risen and fallen over the years, giving the headstones a tilted, melted appearance, it was evident that they were placed in rows. Someone had taken great care in

I am refunding this house! Estate Plot - 124k. Master Bedroom - 25k. Living Room - 10k. Bathroom - 10k. Attic - Storage - 10k. Basement - 10k. Mega Slime Farm - 25k. 214k. 75% = 160,500 I'm putting the credit toward a new house! House Name: The Farm Location: Floor 28 Description: A lighthouse situated on the coast of the western sea, just beyond the Thessacoln Pastures. Plot Size: Estate {Safe Zone} Rooms: 9/15 House & 2/3 Yard Total Cost: 148,500 House Master Bedroom Master Bathroom Basic Kitchen St

"Um yeah, uh, okay," Lessa muttered dumbly, going entirely limp as Jomei climbed her like a tree. As someone who had just done some climbing of her own, she knew how uncomfortable it must have been for him. She knew he was doing this entirely out of necessity. She knew it was difficult to navigate while dangling in the air. She knew he didn't mean to wiggle so much as his body skated across the heavy armor she wore. She knew she hated her heavy armor. She knew she'd never, ever wear it again. In fact, she'd probably start going around naked, just in case she found herself in this situation aga

Raven Hollow Church Midnight Over a dozen community buildings made up the town of Raven Hollow. The livery stable, with its musty horse and hay scent. The boarding house and it’s five tiny rooms for rent. Doctor Henry’s office and the Fisher’s General Store. The jailhouse, the schoolhouse, and everything in between, all spread beneath the towering maple trees. None stood as tall as the church, as if the structure itself required a closer connection to the heavens. The bell within the tower tolled, a haunting sound that silenced the forest’s natural night sounds. Once, twice, over

Raven Hollow Jail Midnight It was the perfect night. A sheet of stars blanketed the black sky, twinkling prettily, their light rivaling that of the thin, crescent moon. The breeze that meandered through the woods was cool, but not unpleasant as it rustled the trees’ crimson leaves. In the distance, a whip-poor-will trilled its familiar three-note melody. It was the sort of night that featured prominently in poetry and love songs. A night teetering on the edge of eternity, where anything was possible, and everything could change for the better. And none of that mattered within the

Raven Hollow Schoolhouse Sunset The schoolhouse stood silent among the trees, and the lack of sound was strangely unsettling. For so many years, the schoolhouse had been alive with laughter, voices raised in song, and the merry clang of the bell signaling the day's beginning and end. But there was no laughter, and no voices; the final rays of the dying sun shot straight through the gap where the bell once hung. Now the tower stood empty, as empty as the rest of the building's single room. Shattered glass turned the school's windows into the gaping maws of sharp-toothed monsters, and t

Raven Hollow Cemetery Midnight Once, Raven Hollow's cemetery had been beautiful. Perhaps it was strange to call a field of buried bodies beautiful, but no other adjective fit it quite so well. Each headstone gleamed, scrubbed until the carved letters seemed to shimmer as they reflected the sunlight. Wildflowers swayed between the rows, bees and butterflies alike flitting between the brightly colored blooms. Tall, healthy trees cast their shade, their leaves aflame with the colors of an eternal autumn. It was a resting place befitting the lives of lost loved ones, thanks entirely to Da

Welcome back to Raven Hollow. The rumor mill tells of a haunted town, hidden deep in the forest of Floor 28*. Originally, it was shared as a sort of joke, discussed while planning pranks and secret get-aways. But the tale darkened with stories of players venturing to the town, and never returning. With Halloween approaching, there will no doubt be a steady stream of players going to celebrate the season in this festive location. Some go out of curiosity, true believers in the strange phenomenon that are said to have happened there. Others, who are more skeptical, plan to debunk these rumo

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Helpless, Lessa watched the vines snag Jomei, then drag him up beside her. His body bumped against hers like some horrifying human windchime, but instead of the sweet twinkle of wind through steel, the only sound she made was a guttural "oof." He hung quite a bit lower than she did, and realizing where her face ended up, she did her best to twist away from him. All her attempt earned her was a slow, lazy spin on the end of her green rope. "Listen," she began as she came around to face him, moving at a glacial pace, "I don't mean to be offensive or anything. But we look really, really stupid ri

She was ready for this to be over. Casting another stern glance at both Jomei and Riker, Lessa hefted her enormous sword, then arched it through the air, sprinkling the gathered party in tiny gems of light. They lit the dark night, shimmering among the raindrops, as they splashed across the players. Yet another damage buff. The harder they hit, the sooner this would be over. And that was all that mattered to her. A cold breeze whipped across the beach, chilling the soaked Lessa through. If the sand weren't already sopping, the wind likely would have kicked the sand up into their eyes

His words soothed like aloe on a bad sunburn, and she felt her shoulders relax. It wasn't as if she lived in constant fear that Jomei might leave her - what a sorry existence that would be - but the reassurance that he was stuck on her was always nice to hear. "No returns," she echoed, nodding her agreement. "I'm good with that. More than good, actually." At Jomei's mention of Oscar, Lessa's shoulders rose and fell in a quick shrug. "I gotta believe I'd have gotten there eventually. He just called me on my bullshit, and made me realize that I didn't really have anything to lose. The worst