Teayre

As the reverberations of the boots echoed through the halls Teayre turned around to see the commander of the Knights of the Blood Oath trudging through the corridor towards them. Her smile flickered for a moment. “That’s already done slacker. If you weren’t busy pushing your toys around we’d have started this boss fight already. You’re tanking in group two. Everyone else, back to how we were before.” She walked over to Hirru. “I trust that’s okay, how you had originally planned out the groups. Spectrum will take Opal, seeing as someone is… Less than accepting.” Her fingers gently tapped against her blade.

“Right then.” Teayre began, her voice carrying as she projected it out. “Now that everyone is here including the people who believe the world revolves around them… Much like Kayaba.” The crimson maiden continues, “Let’s get the plan out nice and simple. Spectrum Coalition and Group One of the Blood Oath are to focus on the boss.” She paused for a moment, “The members of Spectrum Coalition group are, Myself, Calrex, Oikawa, Baldur, Takao and Opal. For Group One of the Blood Oath they are. The Layabout, Macradon, Ariel, Zandra, and Jomei.” Pointing to each of the members in turn. Her eyes gaze across the final few people she had yet to name. “Xion, Hirru, Lowenthal, Hikoru and Seul are to form the second group for the Blood Oath. Your role, is to deal with any environmental effects as they occur, and primarily adds if they spawn. Failing any of that, kill the big dog.”

The red head swallowed. “This is the tactic that seems to suit it best. Each group knows what they are doing. So, let’s go.” Turning Teayre drew her blade, looking over to her husband nodding, mouthing three words at him. “I won’t die.”  

@Xion , @Jomei please make sure your stats and posts are complete before our lovely GMs say we can start the massacre.

The red head looked up as Opal spoke. Inclining her head, “You are right Opal. We’re here together on the trust that we won’t kill one another. No matter -how- much we might want to. For the purposes of getting out of Aincrad and both of our stunts serving as examples.” The taking a step towards the female Teayre relaxed her blade. Leaning in and whispering to the woman. “I want to talk to you. Away from all this, if you’d be willing to meet. You will get your chance to kill me rather than just half loss me.” Turning the blood stained locks of the crimson maiden swayed over her back as she looked at her husband. Swallowing she went over to him, resting her head on his chest giving him a gentle squeeze before looking up into the bluenette’s eyes. “Sorry. Don’t let anything bad happening to them.”

Her eyes flared up her right hand went to her blade. Teayre paused for a moment. Breathing heavily. “Is it worth it?” The question echoed through her mind, she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted her blade to taste blood. Closing her eyes the crimson maiden took in a deep breath, held it for a moment before exhaling slowly. “Macradon, we don’t know if we need damage to get the torches out of the brackets, or anything along those lines.  If that’s the case then Lowenthal is the best person for it. He’s quick and he’s agile. If not then he can attack the boss from the third group as there will be a tank in there.” Her eyes flicked to Hirru, then to Spectrum Coalition. This fight was going to go down one of two ways. It’ll take forever to complete or they’ll get it over and done with quickly, most likely the former. Opening her menu, she tapped away at it before moving to her group. 

Teayre met Hirru’s eyes. The girl raised a hand offering it to the person in front of her as Macradon moved over and spoke to Hirru. “His newbness? Macradon is that any way to speak to a member of your own guild. One who is being trusted with command, for the first time.” Her crimson eyes flared. “Yes I am the Crimson Maiden.”  She stepped forwards raising a hand in front of Hirru to stop him from saying anything. “You might not be too fond of it Macradon, but think about it for a second. Who has Opal targeted, really? She’s only aimed for player killers or former player killers that we know off. If you are that concerned perhaps I can take Opal’s place in your group.” The red head’s lips twitched as she looked at the knight. “You have to understand that as second in command on this raid, I personally believe that Hirru’s idea of putting Opal in one of the Knight’s groups is good. You are fielding more players. Plus your supposedly all powerful commander is here. Surely with the amount of power houses you have, you can handle one woman?”

Her eyes flashed as she continued to speak. “As for the decision of Lowenthal in the third group and now the second, you want a non-damage oriented team? That’s… Idiotic to say the least. With switching in and out of the fight, if there’s a non-damage team with a lot of support. What happens to the rest of the raid.” She paused letting her arm drop her left hand gripping the saya of her blade. “They die.” As she spoke the last two words Teayre drew her blade. “Listen to me, and listen well. You will bow your head to the leader of this raid. You will let him do as he sees fit. If you have a problem with him, you have a problem with me as I choose him to lead.” Looking up at Macradon the red head taps her foot on the floor. “Understand?”

The girl watched as the knight turned and walked away before turning back to Hirru. “Now, if you don’t mind me making a suggestion, Put Zandra in with group two. It doesn’t look to me as if the layabout is coming. Never seen him before so why would he show up now? We need to make a move soon, and be best prepared. If Zandra is stepping into Group two. That’ll leave yourself Lowenthal and Hikoru in group 3… Ideally we’d want someone else in there to pick up the reigns of a tank. Personally I would suggest Takao or Calrex. Even though the former isn’t a tank build, he has enough of a level difference to make things a touch easier. Failing that… I’ll do it.”

As Teayre came to the precipice that over looked the temple, the wind howled swirling leaves up and around her. The crimson maiden. The Vermilion Cadence. Clutching at her weapon she squinted through the haze of rain that had just started to fall. A couple of miles away from her perch, the town of Rig lay in a valley between the mountains, a large amount of dust could be seen being kicked up around the place before she had even set foot near it. Tightening the hand that held her saya she gulps. She needed to level and quickly, she had to catch up to her husband, to protect him. She kicked off from where she had taken in what she needed to do. Sliding down towards the temple she looks up several people were around one of which seemed to be interested in the player killer, unsurprising however as they were all npcs. Walking towards the entrance of the temple Teayre exits it walking along the road heading to the village of Rig. Consistently looking at her menu, waiting for a message to come back to her.

@Hirru

Taking with @Hirru

“Teayre Muramasa the Crimson Maiden…” Teayre muttered, “You’re right Calnus, I am that and Narlia. However… Although I cannot forget my past, I need to move on. The very name.” Taking a few short breaths she looks up at her husband, leaning into him. Her head going to his shoulder. “Crimson isn’t what the Spectrum needs…” She moved her right hand slowly, gripping Calrex, pushing down on his slender wrist as she looked up into his eyes. “I am of no colour, until you decide otherwise. The Crimson Maiden… That isn’t who I should be. As her, I kill. I…” The girl couldn’t help but start sobbing again as she leant into Calrex.

“I would like you to pick my next name Callie. I want you to speak my title…” She gripped his trousers at the knees with her free hand, letting her other hand meet his own. “I have always been your sword, and you my armour… I’m sorry I’ve made you bear the brunt of so many attacks.” Her forehead falling against Calrex’s chest she lets out a sigh. “My Knight. My Ultramarine Knight. I… I love you.”

The red head’s hand grips her wakazashi tightly as Hirru speaks. “Seriously?” She took a step forwards before stopping. “Remember.” The image of her husband laughing, the flowers of the second floor. The snow of the fourth floor. She took a couple of deep breaths before moving to stand next to Hirru, her blade, securely in its sheath held firmly in her right hand. “Hirru.” She says nodding at him just before Ariel whispered to her. The red head waves a hand at her blonde sister. Mouthing to her, “It’s the plan anyway.”.
Looking back at Hirru the member of the Knights of the Blood Oath. “We will be going through in soon. You’d better hurry your guild and so called commander up.” Her words were harsh, but they lacked the usual anger that seemed to be behind them. “Besides Hirru, I don’t remember when I made you the leader of the raid.” Using her left hand she brought the menu up, before pressing at a few bits on her own menu, passing leadership of the raid to the person.  "So you all know me. I'm the little girl who gives you dreams and makes you furious. Perhaps more so than Opal and her Laughing Coffin group. Because of that... Hirru's going to be taking over the leadership, since he wants the responsibility for you all."

Her red eyes glimmered for a moment as she lowered her chin, the snow falling around them, her gaze resting back on her husband. The corners of her lips twitching slightly. “Our group? You make it sound like we own them Cal. Isn’t it more like King Arthur and his round table?” The red head gave her husband a piercing stare. “Can I tell him… Can I face the truth?”

“Please tell me. I’m your husband, and I want to help if I can.”

Her eyes began to quiver at these words, water starting to form at the bottom of them. Wiping them on the back of her sleeve Teayre turns around. “Teayre Muramasa the Crimson Maiden.” Her voice was full of sadness. Anger. Hate. Her hands were clenched into fists as she shut her eyes, her jaw being clamped tightly shut.

She shuddered for a moment, flexing her hands before letting out a long breath. The red head began to speak. “I am Teayre Muramasa the Crimson Maiden, I cut through people without a care. I killed more than you saw Calrex. When I’ve been on my own, there’s been plenty of other players who have fallen to my blade.” Another shudder shoots across the red head’s body. “I can’t atone for that. I know I need to move on, that I am living in the past.”

Her hand came up to a clasp by her throat, fiddling with it Teayre retrieved the badge. The crimson badge that marked her as a member of the Spectrum Coalition.

As she removed the badge from herself she let her hand fall to her side again. “I don’t deserve to wear this, I don’t…” The words seemed heavy, laboured. However as she paused and began to turn, tears clearly rolling down her cheeks, flaking off into the snow. Her voice was almost a whisper as she spoke. Her entire body starting to shake as she fell to her knees the badge rolling from her hand to Calrex’s feet.

“I want to earn my place in the Coalition.”

Solo Dolo

The shrill sound of smashing glass made the crimson maiden’s ears prick as she took the product from Syn. Stepping round the snow crunching beneath her feet Teayre walks into Vyrtew’s shop, Virtuous Alchemicals. Her eyes squinting as she looked at the boy facing away from here. Her index finger twitching as it hovered just above the saya of her sword. Taking a deep breath the red head stepped further across the threshold openning her mouth. “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” She asks smirking to herself. She saw he was done with two potions. “I’ll take those, if you don’t mind Vyrtew.” Openning her inventory she withdraws five materials depositing them down on the table before scooping up the two orange filled vials. “Thanks for these.” The girl mutters. As she reached the door she stops pressing her hand against the frame. “Vyrtew. I want you to get Aya, and Syn to meet me on floor five for a quest. There’s a couple of spare slots for the party so feel free to invite any other people if you want to.”

+Damage Mitigation Potion
+Damage Potion
- 5 Materials

Stepping into the Sinful Pastisserie Teayre looks at Syn, incling her head to the girl. Walking over to her she makes eye contact before glancing over to the fresh cheesecakes she had just pulled out of the oven. Picking one up she smiles at the girl, placing a few materials on the table before turning around raising a hand as she began to leave. “Not as if I owe her much, pretty much helped her get the shop up and running.” Suddenly a massive crash sounded around the pair of girls the red head glanced over to the door that led through to Vyrtew’s part of the shop, almost hissing between her teeth. “If he’s messing around…” Teayre glanced back over to Syn, smiling at the young girl. “T-Thanks.” She manages to say before turning, her hair flicking around as she leaves the store. Her feet crunching in the snow as she heads next door.

-5 Materials
+Mascarpone and Brandy Cheesecake

The sound of wings reached the red head’s ears her hand flicked to her belt, her fingers gently wrapping around her blade. A smirk reaching the corners of her lips. “I don’t remember the Bats being this close to the entrance.” She mumbles as she looks over her shoulder able to see the outline of the entrance. Her eyes glinted green for a moment, a clear sign of her night vision ability activating.  A loud screech could be heard as the first of the two bats dropped from the cavernous ceiling. It’s claws scraping right along Lycan’s back, narrowly avoiding damaging the boy as he dodged. Teayre glanced up to see another bat falling towards her, stepping to one side she flicks her eyes forwards. The muramasa moved in two half circles as the red head dispatched the two bats with ease. Looking at Lycan, Teayre nods at him as a young girl runs out towards the group. “That’s Elise I think. Come on then lets get everything sorted, and the toerag back to her mother.” Sheathing her blade Teayre turns around walking away from the cave.

ID: 69316 BD: 6 CD: 5 (Lycan) LD: 1 (Teayre) MD: 4(7 – 3 EVA) On both counts

First Bat Uses CD(If no Hate):
1-3 = Teayre
4-5 = Lycan
6-7 = Baldur
8-10 = Calrex
11-12 = Macradon

Second Bat Uses LD(If no hate):

1-4 Teayre
5-8 Lycan
9-11 Baldur
12-16 Calrex
17-20 Macradon

Gen Getsu Used: 15 * 6 = 90 DMG

Teayre: 189/189 HP // 34/46 EN -12 EN
Lycan: 32/36 HP // 5/9 EN //
Calrex: ??/?? HP // ??/?? EN
Baldur: ??/?? HP // ??/??EN
Macradon: ??/?? HP // ??/?? EN

Bat 1: -40/50 HP // 0 MIT // 20 DMG
Bat 2: -40/50 HP // 0 MIT // 20 DMG

Please remember it is old stats as you can’t change stats mid thread.

Teayre was back on the eighteenth floor outside the boss room. Shuddering at the thought of what lay before the wooden doors. She smiled her fingers starting to snake around her blade as she looked at the other players. Heavy breathing reaching her ears. Her eyes flicking to Hikoru she sighed. Swallowing. “Now’s not the time…”  Her eyes went over the three other people that were there ready. Waiting. Oikawa. Takao. Zandra. She began to move towards Oikawa nodding at the blonde. Taking a cheesecake out of her inventory she quickly eats it, the brandy hiting her head. The girl chokes slightly. Quickly taking two potions of orange liquid out, one with silver floating int Teayre downs them in two swigs. “Oikawa.” She mutters to her friend and guild mate. Leaning in she goes to place her hand on his chest. “Stop me if it gets to much. Please.” She states to him quietly out of ear shot of everyone else. Taking a step back she equips her curved blade, the red coat begins to swirl around her. The black and white stones hanging from her neck. A single tear rolling down her red cheek. She brings out the Banner of Command, raising it above her head and planting it into the ground letting its effect wash over herself, Oikawa, Takao and Baldur Once the had all arrived.

Teayre let out a long sigh as Gotz spoke to her, his hand extended and him speaking the name. ‘Aincradians’. The red head stifled a laugh as she continued to walk past Gotz. “Maybe one day I’ll help you. But that day is not this day.” Glancing back Teayre saw Macradon offering his aid to Gotz. The crimson haired girl shook her head. Why would he do that? The man was more annoying than Kayaba and his damn death game, she raised a hand as she walked away from the pair. “No way in hell.” She thought to herself, her eyes began to glaze over the different players that were training some stopped to stare at the player killer. Others looked away, hoping that she would ignore them. She finally made it to a small orchard several smiles away. The girl cuts an apple down biting into it before settling with her back to a tree. “Perhaps now is the time…”

<Teayre has left the Thread.>

Sorry about that Teayre just wouldn't interact with Gotz, in any way other than trying to kill him in her current state.

Thread Complete:

1 SP

8400 Col
37 Materials

White light started to appear around the crimson maiden even as the axe came slashing towards her. The white of the sword art used by the Night’s King consumed her vision. Her mind, there was only one thing that could be seen. Blue hair. Laughing. Ice cream. The same image flashed through her head a thousand of times. Slowly several other faces join it. A blonde haired man, his expression soft. “What’s up Teardrop?” Resonated through her mind. “Callie… Kawi…” Tears began to roll down her cheeks. The red head sighed as she felt a small amount of warmth hit her. Finally… Finally it was over, she was free. Her eyes opened, snow was falling around her she looked down. It was her hand. Looking around the red head recognised the town of Snowfrost, just down the hill to her right. She was outside the safe zone. Somehow, she had managed to survive.

The red eyes stared at her causing the crimson maiden to back track. The axe swinging down towards her. Gritting her teeth Teayre rolls to one side just avoiding it. “Come on Narlia.” She scolds herself mentally, it’d been a while since she’d been in a situation such as this. The cold was taking out most of her damage dealing ability. Fumbling around she grabs a teleport crystal from her belt. Staring down at it she grimaces for a second. Should the red head use it? Should she retreat? Swallowing she stares up at the white tipped beard of her opponent who had begun to raise his axe for another attack. Crushing the crystal in her hand Teayre yells out loudly. “TELEPORT SNOWFROST!” The blue light begins to shimmer around her, the room starting to fade out of place. “I’m going to have to get stronger. Stronger? No… That’s not it… That’s how I’ve always done it.”

ID: 69111 BD: 6 (3 + 3 ACC) CD: 7 LD: 3 MD: 5

Teayre: 189/189
  EN: 22/46 (1 Regen)  

Night’s King Stats: [Stunned Next Turn]
HP: 250/300 (100-50 MIT)
MIT: 50
DMG: 75 / 85 BD9 / 100 BD 10
Effect: Damage is capped at 10, including charge and mod effects

The blade that came towards her caused Teayre to roll backwards coming up on her feet as the orange glow on her torso faded. Glancing up to her health bar she shrugs. About the same damage had been done. The red head couldn’t miss a chance again, if only this stun would wear off. As the bleed effect took a hold of her she felt her muscles relaxing, knitting back together. The fight was only just beginning. Her eyes kept focused on her opponent as her lips twitched. Flexing the muscles in her left hand she begins to wonder. She begins to think.

“That voice. I’m certain it is her.”  

Taking a deep breath Teayre sheathes her blade. Her face twisted, her eyes scrunching together as if she was in agonizing pain. Hunching over the girl planted her blade deep into the ground. “Calrex… Help me.” Her scream was silent as she glanced over to her husband, who was locked in a duel with Oikawa. Not going far between the pair of them, she realises that she has two options left. Swallowing her eyes flick up towards the leather clad figure. “You win… This time.” Withdrawing her blade from being thrust into the ground Teayre turns, running with all her might away from the party, away from the fight. Surrendering the bout to her opponent.

ID: 69097 BD: Disregarded due to stun CD: 9 [Battle Healing Activated] LD: 18 (15 + 3 LD) MD: 4

Opals HP: 981/1100
EN: 94/110
Sword Art:  San Ge - 9x7x2 - (14 Energy) = 114 Dmg
Opals Stats

Teayre’s HP: 928/995 [Bleed Effect: 24 Dmg for 1 Turns] – 24 Health + 59 (0.06*995) From Battle Healing (Increased by 12 as well due to MIT not being accounted for]
EN: 89/98 (1 Regen)
Sword Art: N/A
Teayre's Stats

<Teayre has forfeited the duel.>

The king made his move, running forwards. Teayre returned the favour. The steel of both their weapons glinting in the dim light. Rolling underneath the swing of the axe Teayre brings her blade across the mid-section of the Night King. Watching as she stuns him. Taking a few steps back she watches as he struggles, her lips twitching. They twitched from the joy of the fight. She caught her breath taking a step back. “Cal.” She mutters quietly. “Why do they even try?!” Her thoughts were screaming out at her as the girl shook her head. This wasn’t right, why were they trying to save someone that killed in cold blood. She didn’t mind who she killed. Yet they trusted in her, they fought alongside her knowing she might turn at any second. Raising her head Teayre let out a sigh. “Now is not the time Narlia!” She said to herself, her voice firm. Strict.

ID: 69065 BD: 6 (3 + 3 ACC) CD: 1 LD: 20 (17 + 3 LD) MD: 3

Iai Used: 13 Energy, Mobs Stunned (10)*10 = 100 DMG

Teayre: 189/189
  EN: 21/46 (13 Used, 1 Regen)  

Night’s King Stats: [Stunned Next Turn]
HP: 250/300 (100-50 MIT)
MIT: 50
DMG: 75 / 85 BD9 / 100 BD 10
Effect: Damage is capped at 10, including charge and mod effects

The message appeared on her HUD. Teayre read over it several times before dismissing it. Looking up at the sky she sighed. Did she want to have to explain her actions? Why she gave up the items that she did? The red head grimaced. “People learned to look past Zelrius. Lowenthal. Oikawa’s made it beyond his past.” The thoughts of what she could do with her blade, it almost sent shivers down her spine. “Then there was the dream.” She blinked as the clouds revealed the sun. Hopping off the rock she was perched on the girl makes her way over to the location her husband had asked for. Unarmed, no armour. Simply her normal clothes, on the second highest unlocked floor.

Arriving she looks at the trio already there. The Spectrum Coalition. What right did she have to be among this group, that put their complete trust in each other? Raising a hand in greeting she sits down next to her husband. Resting her head against his leg as she twirls her hand around his boot. Playing with the laces.

Teayre looked up as she reached the second massive door. The cold was now penetrating through to her very bones, slowly the red head manages to push the door open. She looks at the throne room that she was just entering before her standing the very figure she was planning on killing. However, she had some more pawns to overcome first. In front of the throne stood four wights. Teayre shoots forwards her katana drawing from its sheathe as the sword art Iai activates. Stunning the mobs she stops for a moment looking up at the King as he slowly stands up watching as his four guardians burst into crystals around the red headed attacker. His big two handed great axe being rested on one shoulder the bright red eyes glooming out and targeting Teayre. She sighed as her bones stiffened. Her arms slumping to the floor, feeling some of her strength drain out of her. She looked down at her arms before back up at the boss. “Guess that’s your doing.”

ID: 69060 BD: 10 (+2 DMG, Batto Activated_ CD: 8 LD: 20 (17 + 3 LD)

Iai Used: 13 Energy, Mobs Stunned (15+2+4)*10 = 210 DMG

Teayre: 189/189
  EN: 33/46 (13 Used)

Frost Wights: 0/100 190 – 25 MIT = 185 DMG x4

Loot:
4 x Materials

4 x Bonus Materials
4 x (100*5 Col) = 2000 Col

Total Loot:
8000 Col
37 Materials

Frost Wight Stats:
HP - 100
Mitigation - 25
Damage per Attack - 120 DMG
Critical Bonus - 50 DMG (BD9), 60 DMG (BD10)

Night’s King Stats:
HP: 300/300
MIT: 50
DMG: 75 / 85 BD9 / 100 BD 10
Effect: Damage is capped at 10, including charge and mod effects

In front of her a man stood in full armour. Her eyes flicking up to his, the red head pushes her thumb on the tsuba of her wakizashi. “Easy now. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt would we?”  She states before going to carry on walking forwards. “You’re in my way.” The girl adds coldly. “What does this Oaf want. I’m twitching to kill something right now.” As he didn’t move but stayed there watching her face. A loud clanking sound could be heard coming from a bit further behind, leaning to one side Teayre spots Macradon and lets out a heavy sigh. “I just get idiots around me today it seems.” Glaring at the man in front of her, she taps her foot. “So? What do you want?” She commands. Letting her thumb relax she crosses her arms in front of her. The weapon at her hip sliding back in with a soft clang.

Large chunks of ice fell as the doors slowly creeped open. A loud groaning echoing out from them. The red head bit her lip, as the cranked open to the last spot. A gust of cold wind rushed out putting out the lights that she had just lit and freezing back over the pedestals. Her hand gripping the hilt of her blade she looked through the gloom that was now around her, a pale blue light illuminating the corridor in front of her. Straightening up she begins to walk forwards the icy walls sending shivers down the red head’s spine. “I don’t fancy coming here again.” As she looks around she can see broken statues littered around her. Swords. Axes. Hammers. They all lay on the floor their previous owners gone burst into pixels. The chill was seeping into her bones. “Guess they were just weak.” She sniffs as she walks past them looking forwards.

The player she was again didn’t flinch as Teayre moved in. The red head’s smirked faded as the person kept their stance. Her eyes narrowing. Drawing her blade Teayre makes her move, activating a sword art. The blue glow surrounding her, she shot forwards a flurry of slashes from her one handed attack. She grimaced as a loud clang sounded. “Parry.” As she finished her attack Teayre felt the slight strike to her stomach. Looking down she spots the hilt. Gritting her teeth she knew what had happened. “Justified Riposte.” She mutters as she staggers backwards, her hand pressing against the spot that had been struck falling to one knee. “Come on then… Take your free shot.” The red head taunts the leather clad opponent. “Is she keeps parrying there’s a good chance I won’t be able to finish this as quickly as I’d like.” Her eyes going to the side. “I need to be careful.”

ID: 69049 BD: 9 [Nat +1 DMG] CD: 4 LD: 16 (13 + 3 LD) MD: 8

Legion Destroyer (13 + 4 Charge + 1 Ferocity + 1 DMG) * 11 = 209

Opals HP: 1008/1100 (209/2(parry) – 12(Mit)) = 92 DMG
EN: 107/110
Sword Art: Parry -> J.Riposte 
Opals Stat Reference Sheet

Teayres HP: 995/995 [Stunned]
EN: 88/98  - 1 Regend
Sword Art:  Legion Destroyer [11 EN]
Teayre Stat Post: