Telrenya

She wasn’t accustomed to this kind of down-and-dirty, rough ingenuity. Her eyes were sifting through the muck, simply trying to pick out anything that could be of use. Unaccustomed, but unafraid. Telrenya engulfed herself in the task she’d laid out before them, giving all of herself to tossing aside rotted wood and fashioning head rests from old hay piled under frayed linen. Anything short of her full focus would allow uncertainties to creep in. She couldn’t spare them a moment of her time. When Edict voiced his return, his news formed a nugget of weight in her chest. She had hoped organi

Telrenya knelt, tense all over, as the blue-haired man came to consciousness. Then, a flutter of relief rippled through her chest. The wounds began to shrink, seal, and disappear, though it took two applications. She was about to go for a third, certain there was health that still needed recovering, but Edict’s light protest gave her pause. Her hands hovered in the air between them and she took in his words with a regrettable lack of understanding. He mentioned a sword, but what did that mean? He moved to stand, ushering her away from a labyrinth of thoughts. She went to stand herself, th

A thin, eternal mist lay over the marred wastelands of the 29th floor. The soil sank slightly beneath Telrenya’s boots as she walked, sword drawn at her side and head swiveling side to side with each step. The main settlement of Ilridge didn’t offer any protections of a safe zone, yet somehow she couldn’t shake the additional layer of unease that came with drifting away from the dilapidated building and rain-slicked cobblestones of the town. A creepy, lifeless town, but a town nonetheless. A town with a teleport gate. What was she doing here? This place wasn’t safe, she knew that well. Sh

Buying the following items: Teleport Crystal x5 [4000 col] Total: = 4,000col

Thread Summary Word Count: 7,537 Telrenya: 7,537 / 5 * 5 = 7,537 EXP Vigilon: 7,537 / 5 * 7 = 10,552 EXP Clash of Blades - Double EXP Awarded 1 Page completed: 400 col Laurel Wreath (Telrenya): 2,261 col Laurel Wreath (Vigilon): 3,166 col Telrenya receives: 15,074 EXP 2,661 col Vigilon receives: 21,104 EXP 3,566 col

Thread Summary Word Count: 1,502 Telrenya: 1,502 / 5 * 5 = 1,502 EXP Wulfrin: 1,502 / 5 * 6 = 1,802 EXP Clash of Blades - Double EXP Awarded Laurel Wreath (Telrenya): 451 col Laurel Wreath (Wulfrin): 541 col Telrenya receives: 3,004 EXP 451 col Wulfrin receives: 3,604 EXP 541 col

Huff, huff, huff… Telrenya’s heartbeat pounded in her ears like her boots pounded against the pavement. The days bled together, the weeks had become indistinguishable. How long had that announcement been hanging from the bulletin boards? How long had it been since the raid meeting had come and gone? How long had they been up there already, fighting for the sake of everything that stood below? ”Ilridge!” After a single gasp of air, Telrenya shouted the name just as soon as she’d crossed the threshold to the teleport platform. The world warped around her, her vision went white, and lin

The climax the crowd was waiting for finally came. A clash rang out, metal singing as their blades bounced off of each other. Then the final strike. Telrenya felt every muscle in her body tense up. The intention to take a step back, to swing her stance wide and let his sword catch the air where she had been standing, it was right there. But she couldn’t do it. Whether her digital body was at its limits, or Cardinal would never allow her to move that quickly in the first place, she wasn’t sure why she failed to slip out of the way. She only felt the dull, buzzing feedback in the back of her hea

Her eyes went wide and her body twisted, but her reaction was too slow. She winced as his blade cut deep into her side and she was awarded another bright red, festering wound upon her avatar. Unable to force her own counterattack, she scrambled to leave his range. The color of her health bar shifted to red even before the lingering burn and blight stole away a bit more of it. Telrenya felt backed into a corner. Her opponent’s words edged on taunting in her ears. For every single strike he landed on her, Telrenya had to hit three, all while clawing past his armor and gritting her teeth thr

”Oh…oh!” The name was familiar. Then so was he. Telrenya perked a bit, a shine coming back to her eyes. Bialas, her first boss fight. She’d been terrified, but she didn’t regret showing up and contributing. She briefly wondered if it was the same crowd toiling away on the frontlines. How many new and old faces appeared at those meetings. Would she recognize any of them? It seemed so long ago that she could hardly remember all of the people she fought alongside that time. The smile froze on her face and her heart sank into her stomach. Of course Jomei was there. Hirru mentioned a couple of

While the air was thick with tension is when comedy struck. Telrenya matched his pause, blinking in confusion when Vigilon ate concrete across from her. She gave a quick glance to either side of them, then uncomfortably flashed her free palm out as if to deny any accusation that she might have tossed some paraphernalia onto the battlefield. Though no accusations came her way. Her opponent seemed just as confused as she was. Was it poor form to strike at this moment of uncertainty? Maybe. But the dwindling effects of her second wind made Telrenya feel jumpy. Eager. Impatient. No sooner was

Telrenya shifted to plant her elbows on her knees and place her head in her hands as she sat on the stairs to the monument. She briefly wondered if her bids for conversation were disruptive or unwelcome, though based on his polite demeanor she was already sure that he would deny any such suggestions. Each time his music paused, she vaguely hoped that she wasn’t being too intrusive. The sounds of the harp were nice–angelic, even, with how their light tones bounced off the polished stone walls. Maybe she would ask if he’d made any recording crystals for his music. It had been a long time since s

Sweat beaded on Telrenya’s forehead and was quickly wiped away by the side of her hand. She pulled her wavy blonde hair back into a round bun to let the back of her neck breathe, but it would never be enough. The hot air was already making her lungs feel heavy, and the ash irritated her eyes as she carefully climbed over the edge of the pit and slid unsteadily down its side. She coughed once, then twice, and waved at the particles in front of her face in what quickly became a futile fanning motion. Fighting in this heat was going to be the absolute worst. Her eyes landed on Hirru on the o

Her breathing became a little steadier. Cardinal was easing up on the signals of fatigue the more her quantified energy regenerated. She hadn’t expected all of this to be so hard. The prospect of a tournament didn’t sound easy, of course, but it wasn’t supposed to be this. It was supposed to be like those sparring days at the park in Taft. ‘First one to tag Jomei wins’, she remembered the game they played in order to train their combat skills. Friendly competition, a quick bout, a test of skills, and then one person would emerge the victor. So then why was this all so difficult? She didn’t hav

The two competitors were left there, huffing and puffing and struggling to push themselves and keep going. How long had it been now? Telrenya knelt with one foot planted on the rough tile floor, hunched over herself after having just narrowly escaped one more of Vigilon’s onslaughts. Memories of her very first match came back to her involuntarily. Would they be called for time? She glanced between the health bar in the upper corner of her vision and the one that hovered in the air, wrapped around Vigilon’s side. It was hard to tell, but she thought his was more full. If they timed out here, he