Kisodeth

Kisodeth narrowed her eyes, scowling at the absolute lack of gathering nodes under the shaded tree. It was like the game itself was mocking her. No herbs. No materials. Not even a useless twig to kick out of frustration. Just a whole lot of nothing. Then, movement. just off the path, she spotted another player hunched over, their hands working quickly. A gathering node! Her gathering node! Without hesitation, she sprinted toward it, boots pounding against the dirt. If she could just get there before…! Ding! [Node Expired.] ”¡Mierda!” she cursed, skidding to a stop just as t

Kisodeth stalked up to the water’s edge, scanning the reeds for the next item on her list. The moon’s reflection shimmered on the lake’s surface, casting everything in an eerie glow. A quiet splash nearby caught her attention. She turned her head slightly. A trio of players sat along the shore, fishing rods in hand, their lines cast lazily into the water. The moment they noticed her, however, their entire demeanor changed. One nearly dropped his rod. Another flinched so hard that his bobber skipped across the water like a stone. The last one, clearly the most skittish, froz

Kisodeth stalked through the fields outside the city, boots crunching over patches of dry grass and loose soil. The sun had dipped past the horizon, painting the sky in deep blues and purples, but her sharp eyes adjusted quickly to the shifting light. She muttered under her breath, cursing Zackariah’s errand even as she scanned the terrain. “Gathering flowers like some damn forager. Not exactly my idea of leveling up.” Her fingers grazed a cluster of pale blue blossoms growing between jagged stones. She plucked a few, recognizing them as Moonveil Petals, a common ingredient in stamin

Kisodeth stepped into the alchemist’s shop, the faint chime of a bell announcing her arrival. The air inside was thick with the mingling scents of herbs, flowers, and something vaguely metallic. Shelves lined the walls, cluttered with jars of powders, vials of swirling liquids, and bundles of dried plants hanging from the ceiling like trophies of past experiments. A bubbling sound drew her attention to the back of the shop, where an elderly man hunched over a small cauldron, his long snow-white beard nearly dipping into the sweet-smelling purple liquid he was stirring. He barely glanced u

Kisodeth stepped into the dimly lit streets, her boots clicking against the cobblestone as she moved with her usual languid stride. The town was quiet at this hour, save for the occasional NPC shuffling about their scripted routines. Just as she passed a fountain in the center square, a voice called out as urgent, yet polished. “You there! Stop, please!” Her gaze flicked toward the speaker, a man with neatly combed silver hair, an immaculate coat, and a monocle perched over one eye. He strode toward her with long, purposeful steps, his expression one of barely concealed distress.

Combat Data: Kisodeth | HP: 140/140 | EN: 32/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 As the last rays of sunlight bled into the darkening sky, Kisodeth stirred, stretching out the stiffness from her limbs. She sat up, cracking her neck with a slow roll of her shoulders before pushing herself off the bed. Time to get moving. Her fingers instinctively reached for her menu, summoning it with a practiced flick. She tapped through her inventory, re-equipping Death’s Embrace first, the black steel breastplate materializing onto her form with a faint shimmer. Next came Winter’s Discontent, the familia

Thread Summary Kisodeth: 845 EXP | (8453/10)*1*1 400 Col

The door shut with a quiet click, sealing Kisodeth away from the noise of the Town of Beginnings. Finally. Solitude. She stepped into the dimly lit room, rolling her shoulders to shake off the tension from the night’s battles. The weight of Winter’s Discontent eased as she unequipped it, the greatsword vanishing into her inventory with a brief shimmer of blue light. Her heavy black armor followed, leaving her in the simple underlayer beneath. With a sigh, she sank onto the bed, the stiff mattress creaking under her weight. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. A quiet refuge from all the nonse

Kisodeth strode into the Town of Beginnings, her footsteps measured, deliberate; a predator who knew she had all the time in the world. The dim lantern light cast flickering shadows against the cobblestone streets, distorting her skeletal visage into something even more unsettling. She had a target now. The duelist. And in a place like this, information had a price. She made her way through the winding alleyways, the lower districts where whispers held more weight than steel. It didn’t take long to find the brokers…players who had abandoned the frontlines in favor of deali

Kisodeth tilted her head back, eyes locked on the pale, distant glow of the moon. The cold light washed over the land, indifferent, unmoved. Just like the system itself. She let out a slow breath, her fingers brushing over the hilt of Winter’s Discontent. She drew the massive blade free, its blue steel gleaming in the moonlight like ice frozen over the night itself. The silver crossguard shimmered, half a snowflake’s delicate cruelty. A weapon of raw destruction. She ran her gloved hand along the edge, feeling the weight of it. Its enhancements were straight damage. No accuracy

Kisodeth’s breath came in sharp, controlled exhales as she assessed her situation. Her energy reserves were dangerously low, not enough for another full-powered Sword Art. And the Nepent was still standing, barely, but standing nonetheless. She gritted her teeth. Staying meant risking depletion. There was no victory in dying like a fool. With a sharp pivot, she disengaged, dashing into the darkness before the Nepent could lash out again. She moved like a shadow, the terrain blurring as she put distance between herself and that damn plant. The Nepent let out a shrieking rustle, b

Kisodeth exhaled slowly, steadying the fire building inside her. This damn weed had wasted enough of her time. She planted her foot in the dirt and shifted her grip on Winter’s Discontent, the greatsword humming with the telltale glow of an activated Sword Skill. The charged energy coursed through the blade like veins of frost as she lunged forward. Her sword sang through the air, carving a perfect, brutal arc. SHLUNK—! A solid hit. Winter’s Discontent bit deep into the Nepent Variant’s vine-riddled body, frost spreading across its plant-like skin. A burst of icy

The Nepent Variant whipped its vines forward, serrated leaves gleaming under the pale moonlight. Kisodeth barely had time to brace. SLASH!! A vine snapped against her side, but her black steel breastplate, Death’s Embrace, absorbed nearly all of the force. She barely felt it. The only thing wounded was her patience. “¿En serio?” she muttered, shaking off the blow. With a growl, she planted her feet and swung Winter’s Discontent in a heavy, cleaving arc. SHNK—!! Missed again. The Nepent twisted unnaturally, its vines coiling in a way that seemed almost mo

Kisodeth lunged forward, twisting her body as she unleashed another sword art with Winter’s Discontent. The blade sang through the air, cutting a bright arc of blue light. SHNK!! Miss. Her sword cleaved nothing but empty space as the Nepent Variant lurched backward, its twisting mass of vines bending unnaturally. She clicked her tongue. “Tch.” Then, a faint green glow pulsed along the Nepent’s body, spreading through its tendrils like veins surging with life. The momentary dimness of the plains brightened as the Photosynthesis skill activated. +15 HP recovered.

Kisodeth surged forward, her boots kicking up dirt as she activated her Sword Skill. A streak of pale blue light trailed behind her greatsword as she swung it in a brutal downward cleave. CRASH! Winter’s Discontent bit deep into the Nepent Variant’s twisting mass of vines, splitting through its core with a satisfying crack. -62 HP. The health bar above its grotesque, writhing form dropped, leaving it at 138/200 HP. The boss recoiled, its vines convulsing in anger. Then, with a violent shudder, it twisted its entire body, flinging its tendrils outward in a sweeping arc! AoE attac

Kisodeth perched herself on a small rise just beyond the chaos, arms crossed over her armored chest as she watched the battle unfold. The <Nepent Variant> lashed out with its razor-leafed tendrils, each swipe carving through the air with deadly precision. The party of players, five of them, by her count moved in frantically, their coordination sloppy, their attacks desperate. She narrowed her eyes. They weren’t bad, but they were predictable. Too reactive, too focused on what was in front of them instead of what was coming next. And the Nepent Variant knew it. The damned thing fough

Kisodeth stood motionless for a moment, her breath steadying as she weighed the encounter in her mind. It didn’t sit right with her the way the cloaked player had moved, the strange, unsettling calm in their voice. Something about the duel felt like a test, and she hated tests. She wasn’t someone who waited around for answers; she made her own. But for now, there was no sense in dwelling on it. She rolled her shoulders and glanced around the plains, shaking off the remnants of the unnerving encounter. The sound of a boar grunting nearby caught her attention, and she unsheathed Winter’s Di

The cloaked player steadied themselves, exhaling a sharp breath. Their health had barely dipped, but Kisodeth saw the way they flexed their fingers, recalculating. Good. They knew now she wasn’t some easy target. But something felt… off. They weren’t reacting like someone who had just been caught off guard. No frustration, no hesitation…just eerie, calculated focus. Then they moved. The moment was a blur. one second they stood across from her, the next they closed the distance with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible at this level. Shadowstep? Kisodeth barel

Kisodeth twisted at the last second, shifting her weight to deflect the dagger with the flat of Winter’s Discontent. The clash of metal rang out, and the impact sent vibrations up her arm. The cloaked player had aimed well, right at the gap in her armor but she wasn’t about to let them slip through that easily. She shoved forward, using her brute strength to force space between them. They staggered back but recovered quickly, their footwork light, almost effortless. “Tch.” Kisodeth rolled her shoulders. “You’re slippery, I’ll give you that.” Her opponent said nothing, merely fli

The ding of the system alert cut through the quiet of the plains, just as Kisodeth drove Winter’s Discontent through the final pixelated remnants of the boar. She barely had time to inspect the loot drop before the challenge window popped up in front of her…an invitation to a duel. Kisodeth exhaled slowly through her nose. Another one? She flicked her gaze toward the source, already expecting some cocky low-level trying to prove himself. Instead, she found a hooded figure standing a short distance away, wrapped in a dark cloak that concealed most of their form. Their face was obscure

Kisodeth exhaled sharply through her nose as she dismissed the friend request with a flick of her wrist. What a waste of time. Her fingers tapped against the table as she pulled up her inventory, selecting the col needed to cover the meal. She tossed in a small tip not because she was feeling generous but because the chef had at least kept their questions to a minimum. After the transfer, she pushed herself up from the chair, rolling her shoulders until her armor shifted and creaked ominously. The chef flinched slightly as she turned toward them. Kisodeth smirked, saluting lazily wit

Kisodeth was just about to rise from her seat when the restaurant’s door swung open again. The atmosphere shifted instantly. A group of four strode inside, dressed in darker, more battle-worn gear. They didn’t carry the nervous energy of casual players…no, these ones owned their space. They moved with confidence, the kind that made others shrink back. The leader, a sharp-featured woman with piercing eyes and a cocky smirk, immediately honed in on Kisodeth. “Well, well,” she mused, stepping right up to her table. “Now this is a sight.” She gestured vaguely at Kisodeth’s armor, her swo

Kisodeth settled into a corner booth, away from the few other diners. The wooden chair creaked under the weight of her black steel armor as she leaned back, exhaling slowly. She grabbed a skewer, biting into the grilled meat with deliberate slowness. It was good better than expected, even. Smoky, well-seasoned. She chewed, lost in thought as she pulled up her menu screen. Her inventory flickered to life in front of her, neatly listing the spoils of the night’s hunt. A few low-tier drops; wolf pelts, a couple of fangs, and some col not much to get excited over. Her gaze drifted to her XP b

The small restaurant wasn’t much, just a handful of wooden tables, a counter, and an open kitchen where the smell of sizzling meat and fresh bread filled the air. A few late-night stragglers sat hunched over their meals, but as Kisodeth stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation stilled. She ignored it. She was used to it. Her armor clanked as she made her way to the counter, where the lone chef; a nervous-looking player in a white apron was already standing stiffly behind the counter. They were a younger player, maybe late teens, with short, messy hair and wide eyes that flickered

An hour into mob slaying and Kisodeth felt the need to protein up after a good workout. As the midnight moon cast over the field, she headed back with a slow easy gait. Passing by, players watched her move like a wraith in the fog scared out of their minds sensing something not quite right with this individual. The cursor read green, but she looked orange. The Town of Beginnings was never truly silent. Even at this late hour, the streets still bustled with night owls, merchants, and the occasional “drunk” stumbling out of a tavern. Lanterns flickered against the cobblestone roads, cas