Kisodeth

Kisodeth stopped mid-step, the subtle scrape of her armored boot against the cobblestone hissing through the square. A cool breeze curled through the narrow street, thin clouds dragging over the sun and bleeding the light from the air. The pale sky dimmed, casting a soft shadow across the angular planes of her face. The painted skull markings stretched across her cheeks and brow seemed to sharpen beneath the muted light, the dark hollows of her eyes taking on a deeper, more unnatural depth. The weight of Acero Sagrante on her back hummed low in her bones. She didn’t turn immediately. Didn

Kisodeth lay curled up in the narrow bed, her lithe frame folded in on itself as though trying to disappear into the thin mattress beneath her. Her arms wrapped around her knees, dark strands of hair clinging to the damp sheen of her tattooed shoulders. The inked roses and skulls winding across her skin stood stark in the dim light, monochrome blooms trapped forever in a bloom of death. Her warm brown eyes, too deep, too tired…stared blankly at the wall opposite her. Unblinking. Empty. Still in the game. Still surviving. Still… alive. Somehow. Each day was the same: the grind, th

Boreas surged forward the moment Kisodeth’s attack failed, closing the gap with precise, predatory speed. His rapier glinted in the dim haze, a silver fang slicing through the fog as he drove the blade deep into the Ashen One’s bark-plated hide. The impact flared with crimson light as his rapier’s enchantment triggered…paralysis and bleed creeping like frost through the creature’s limbs. The Ashen One shuddered, its colossal form locking as Boreas twisted the blade and wrenched it free. Its molten eyes flared violently beneath the smoke-choked gloom… BOOM A burst of dark vapor e

Kisodeth rolled her head back, fixing Boreas with a cool, unreadable gaze before offering the slightest shrug. “Polite isn’t going to make us stronger. It’s not going to make me stronger. And that’s all that matters.” Her voice was calm, detached, as if stating an undeniable truth. “If players are weak-willed enough to let a rumor spook them, then they have no business being out here in the first place. Risk isn’t for the faint of heart.” She turned away, scanning the field with a keen sharpness in her eyes, muscles coiled in anticipation. “I don’t have time to waste when time keeps

Kisodeth flicked her wrist dismissively, letting out a short breath. There was no need to pick a fight over something so trivial, he could do whatever he wanted. His business wasn’t hers. She fell silent, resuming their trek without another word. The mist clung thick to the earth, curling at their feet as they moved. After a short while, the sound of combat reached her ears; players locked in battle against roaming mobs. She slowed, watching as steel clashed and bursts of light from skills flickered through the gloom. “Field bosses are supposed to spawn here,” she muttered, eyes narr

Kisodeth halted mid-step, her boots pressing into the damp earth. She turned to him with a sharp, almost incredulous look, brow subtly furrowed beneath her skeletal visage. “Stop calling me ‘Miss.’ I’m not some old woman.” Her voice carried that familiar edge, cool and cutting, yet not outright hostile just annoyed. “Kisodeth. Kis-o-deth. Get it right.” Arms folding over her chest, she exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. The more she thought about it, the more something didn’t sit right. “The hell are you even doing down here on the lower floors?” she asked, eyes narrowi

Kisodeth let out a soft chuckle, more breath than sound, watching Boreas with the detached amusement of someone observing a gamble unfold. So, he was leaning into it now. Whether that was from genuine interest or just testing his own charm, she couldn’t say. Didn’t really matter. “Tch. Worth your weight in gold, huh?” She let the words roll off her tongue like she was tasting them, skeptical but intrigued. fingers flexing slightly before resting on the hilts of her swords. “Bold claim. Guess we’ll see if you back it up, or if you’re just another pretty face with a silver tongue.” Her

Kisodeth halted just before the boundary of the safe zone, rolling her shoulders in lazy impatience. The moment the voice hit her ears, she let out a quiet breath through her nose and turned, arms folding over her armored chest as she gave the stranger a slow, deliberate once-over. Tall. Refined. Sharp, blonde hair, shimmering like liquid gold under the dim glow of the forest. He carried himself with an easy confidence, his clothes sharp, immaculate, ‘colorful’, a stark contrast to the raw, predatory presence she exuded. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked over him again before se

The Skeleton Maiden stirred. Floor 8’s perpetual twilight cast long shadows through the small, spartan room she had claimed for the night. A dim beam of golden light filtered through the wooden slats, illuminating motes of dust as they drifted in lazy circles above her. Outside, the forest whispered a chorus of rustling leaves and distant, chittering creatures, as if the floor itself breathed, waiting. Kisodeth exhaled through her nose, slow and measured. It was time. She sat up, rolling her shoulders before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Bare feet met the cool wood

Buying the following items: 1 set of Spyglasses: 400 Col 1 set of Water Canister: 400 Col 1 field ration: 1000 Col Total: 1800 Col

The jagged black streaks twisting through the white made her look less like a player and more like a wraith, something dredged up from the void between life and death. Her painted grin stretched too wide, too sharp, a macabre mockery of warmth. “Hey, chica. Thanks for taking care of this order… let’s see…” Her voice was smooth, casual…too casual for the image she wore. It was that contrast that made her unsettling. She accepted the trade with an effortless flick, her cold, armored fingers brushing against the goods before tucking them away into her inventory. Then came that grin

The skeletal warpaint on her face was striking under the firelight. Jagged black streaks carved through the white base, sinking deep into the hollows of her cheeks, accentuating the sharpness of her features. Dark rings surrounded her eyes, making them look sunken and hollow, like the sockets of a true skull. Across her mouth, the paint stretched into the illusion of exposed teeth, a macabre grin frozen in place…somewhere between amusement and menace. She approached the counter, tossing a worn sheet of parchment onto the surface with a flick of her fingers. The list of upgrades and weapon

Thread Summary: Exp: 6988/10=698 +1 Gathered Material, 400 Col, 698 EXP Quest Summary: 500 EXP, 1 Glow Stone, 450Col (LD Roll) Total: 1198 Exp, 850 Col, 1 Material

The walk to the Rusted Lantern was quiet, the streets of Urbus winding into the late hours with only a few scattered players lingering in the shadows. Kisodeth moved through them like a ghost, her presence solid, but detached…just another traveler in a world where survival was everything. The inn itself was as expected; worn, dimly lit, but functional. The wooden beams creaked under the weight of time, and the scent of old ale and dust lingered in the air. But it was a place to rest, and that was enough. Checking in was quick, impersonal. A few Col exchanged hands, a rusty key slid a

The meal was hearty, filling, and exactly what she needed. A thick-cut slab of roasted meat, seasoned potatoes, and a crusty roll that soaked up the last of the gravy. Kisodeth ate with slow, deliberate movements, letting her body recover as she absentmindedly scrolled through her menu. With the quest completed, she finally had enough experience to break into Tier 2. The upgrade felt tangible, like a weight lifting off her shoulders new stat points, better scaling on her damage, and access to stronger equipment. She adjusted her stats with careful consideration, prioritizing agility and s

The player-run tavern in Urbus was alive with laughter, clinking tankards, and the low hum of conversation. Golden lanterns cast a warm glow over the rough-hewn wooden tables, while the scent of meat, aromatic bread, and something sweetly spiced curled in the air. The place had a good vibe a haven for players looking to relax, trade stories, and lose themselves in the illusion of normalcy. Kisodeth stepped through the door, rolling her shoulders as she took in the scene. After that long trek, the cold cave air still clung to her skin, and she was more than ready to wash it away with somet

As Kisodeth and Koko stepped into Urbus, the town’s evening lanterns flickered to life, casting a warm, golden glow over the cobbled streets. The second they crossed the threshold, Koko’s eyes lit up. “Mama!” she cried, her small legs propelling her forward. Across the square, Choshi spun at the sound of her daughter’s voice. The worry that had been etched into her face all day melted into sheer relief as Koko threw herself into her arms. “I’m sorry, Mama!” Koko wailed, clinging to her waist. The little girl buried her face in her mother’s tunic, her shoulders shaking. “I-I won’t get

As they made their way out of the cavern, Kisodeth kept a firm grip on Koko’s small hand, guiding her over the uneven rocks and loose gravel. The kid was light on her feet, but every now and then, she’d stumble, and Kisodeth would give a small, steadying tug to keep her upright. For a while, the only sounds were their footsteps and the occasional distant drip of water from the stalactites above. “Mama’s gonna be so mad, huh?” Koko mumbled, kicking a stray pebble. Kisodeth let out a low chuckle. “Oh, yeah. Livid.” Koko pouted. “I didn’t mean to! It was supposed to be just a game…

As the Giant Bat lunged for another strike, Kisodeth adjusted her grip on Winter’s Discontent, watching the way its wings beat, predicting its movement this time. No more flailing in the dark. She was done playing. Then, from behind the rock. “You can do it!” Koko’s tiny voice rang out, filled with hope and admiration. Kisodeth’s chest tightened for just a second. She didn’t do kids, never had the patience, never saw herself as the type. But the way Koko’s eyes shined, the way that single little cheer cut through the dark, something about it hit different. A slow, lopsided grin

The Giant Bat swooped in again, a dark blur against the dim cavern light, wings spread wide as its fangs gleamed. Kisodeth’s instincts screamed at her to move, and she twisted aside, swinging Winter’s Discontent in a vicious counter-strike. But the bat was fast. Faster than she expected. The beast’s wings snapped back mid-dive, sending it careening to the side just as her blade carved through where it had been an instant before. A clean miss. Her sword whistled through nothing but stale cavern air. “Tch—slippery bastard.” Before she could fully reset her stance, the bat’s t

The shriek came first, a high-pitched, bone-rattling scream that made Koko yelp and clutch Kisodeth’s hand tighter. Then the shadow moved. From the cavern ceiling, the Giant Bat dropped like a stone, wings flaring wide as it launched itself toward them in a blur of fangs and claws. Kisodeth’s instincts screamed, but her priority wasn’t herself. “Go! Hide behind that rock!” she barked, shoving Koko toward a jagged outcrop near the entrance. The girl didn’t hesitate scrambling away, ducking low just as the monster’s talons raked toward them. It slammed into Kisodeth instead, its m

Kisodeth felt the tug on her hand just as she was about to move forward, her body tensing on instinct. She turned her head, brows furrowed only to find Koko gazing toward a cluster of softly glowing flowers nestled along the cavern wall. They pulsed with a faint, ghostly blue light, casting eerie shadows against the rough stone. “¿Qué pasa?” Kisodeth asked, following the girl’s gaze. Koko pointed, her voice quiet but insistent. “Those… Mama says flowers like that are special.” Kisodeth exhaled sharply. A gathering node? With a practiced flick, she opened her inventory

Koko flinched, her wide eyes locked onto Kisodeth’s face. Or rather, the ghastly warpaint she wore. The smeared white, the jagged black streaks, the hollow, grinning skull, it was the face of a monster. Kisodeth sighed inwardly. Yeah. This is why I’ll never have kids. She knelt, keeping her movements slow, controlled. “Hey,” she murmured, voice softer than before. “I’m not gonna hurt you, kid.” Koko didn’t answer. She just stared, frozen. Kisodeth’s jaw shifted. This wouldn’t do. Without another word, she lifted a hand, dragging her fingers down her cheek. The warpaint smudged,

Kisodeth’s grip tightened on her sword as her eyes darted across the chamber, taking in every detail—three children, bound and gagged, wide-eyed with terror, kneeling at the base of the altar. Koko among them. “Koko?” “Yes!? Help!” That was all she needed.Her jaw clenched, stomach twisting. There was something about this scene—the way the goblins leered, drooled, muttered their wretched incantations that made her blood run cold. She was going to butcher them. She moved. A sprint. A blur. Winter’s Discontent left its sheath in a vicious, sweeping arc. The nearest goblin barely

The chanting grew louder, a low, guttural drone that seemed to seep from the walls themselves. The further Kisodeth pressed on, the heavier the air became damp, stale, tinged with something… foul. The kind of smell that clung to deep places left undisturbed for far too long. Her fingers scraped against the rough stone as she guided herself through the dark, her other hand resting on Winter’s Discontent, ready to draw. “Where the hell is that kid at? Koko!” Her voice cut through the cavern, but still no answer. But something else changed. The chanting hitched. A brief stutter, li