Krysta

Krysta continued her search, and it was rather difficult. She still found nothing, and then she was interrupted by someone tossing something over to her. A key landed in her hands, but it was warm to the touch...too warm, in fact. The newcomer ginger who had thrown the key to Krysta asked her to use it on the locks. Krysta saw a chair that was in the proper position to reach one lock...but when she tried to reach the lock, it would seem that she was not tall enough to reach it, even with the help of a chair, even with the help of books placed on the chair. She then noticed the walls

Perhaps this task was more difficult than expected. Krysta continued to search potential places where a key might be hidden. She checked under the rug, but there was nothing to be found. She overturned the cushions on the armchairs, but there were no keys hidden. She walked over to one of the bookshelves that had yet to be emptied, and attempted to pull it away, pivoting it in hopes of revealing anything it may have hidden. Only the wall seemed to be behind the bookshelf...and it had taken about five minutes for Krysta to pull away the bookshelf...but for the sake of the other p

A rather lavish study was the room the players had now found themselves in. Looking above, there were keyholes that probably blocked the way forward...or, more accurately, upward. If there were keyholes, there had to be a set of keys somewhere... As long as whoever was in charge of the tower leaves the keys in this room instead of always carrying them, the players had a way through...all Krysta would need was evidence that there was a key around, if not a key itself. The ginger newcomer would speak up the problem for anyone who wasn't looking in every direction for the only way up, and th

Just when she thought she was out of ideas, Krysta would witness one of the oddest sights she'd see on this day. The redheaded player had rallied NPCs from outside, all of whom were following her at that moment. Krysta did her best to try and jump back to the steps when she saw what was about to happen, but it came sooner than she had thought. Once again, she was falling. She got up to see that the NPCs were practically spilling down and all around the pit, forming themselves into a literal pyramid of people. Krysta still preferred to take the steps, but when she reached th

Only the unexpected seemed to happen from here. Several players fell down after Krysta, including one who she did not recognize from the other players she'd encountered. It was as if there were more and more of them on their way, not that it was a bad thing...hopefully these newcomers were not followers of the Tyrant who Krysta had been quarreling with numerous times so far. "I find this scenario to be unexpected as well." Krysta said in response to the newcomer's remark. She then looked up to the slab, it would be some time to climb back up. "Well, we mustn't stand around doing noth

Astralin, like Krysta, had missed their attacks. However, Dazia and Vigilon proved to be too much for the Wind Dragon to handle. Nemo reverted to a human form, and his true intentions were revealed as he led the players over to the Garden's Warp Panel. Krysta pitied the Dragon, it must not have been easy being a lonesome guardian. Nemo chose to permit the players' actions, as long as they were cleaned up after and done in moderation, which was understandable, to say the least. It was doable, too. "Thank you, Nemo. It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be sure to return someday." Krysta said, acc

Dazia spoke of her siblings, and why it would be a bad idea to meet them. For a monster, she was good at warning others about her associates...how odd. "And I suppose Valna's behavior explains her rather suggestive outfit?" Krysta asked, though the players would all know the answer at this point. "Not to mention, she actively tried to save your life back on the fourth floor, or do you not remember that night?" Krysta asked, wondering if the monster could truly see past her own hatred. Vigilon counted up the flaws he'd discovered and heard regarding Dazia and her siblings, and managed to p

A dark yet flashy set of cloth armor...wait, perhaps Krysta did know of this player. "Shadowed yet flashy...hmm...AH!" Krysta managed to recall the description. There was only one player who wore such a set of gear that Krysta had seen. "I've seen such a set of armor before. It was on a thief who had stolen our supplies when our backs were turned, do you remember that, Vigilon?" She realized. "She was swift, and I was only able to reach her with my blade. My intention was to stop her, but my base damage was dealt upon the weapon's contact, and I could see the username before she got away. If I

Dazia claimed that she had another sister, and that said sister was the culprit, although she'd never managed to get a username from the player. "Such a serious lack of information leads me to not trust your words. At least give a description if anything." Krysta noted. If Dazia had an immediate response, the claims may actually be true...though without a username, it would definitely be hard to track down an orange player. Vigilon seemed to wonder how many siblings Dazia truly had. There was the mention of a "Galen" individual, but without more information it was just a name. Vigilon the

All three of the other players did what they could to handle the four wolves after Krysta's attempt, and Vigilon dealt the final blow against the Alpha. Vigilon seemed irritated at the sheer number of enemies that had come after the players during this battle. He then sheathed his weapon and seemed to be hoping for a peaceful method of deciding whether or not Dazia would tag along under a ceasefire. Astralin knew little of Dazia and her deeds, so she was likely to give the monster a chance. Krysta and Vigilon, on the other hand, would be suspicious of her presence at the very least.... "Surely

The last thing Krysta expected in this battle, as well as within the dispute between her and the monster, was Astralin's outburst. She scolded both players, having found faults in both their arguments. Astralin's words were true, Dazia was right about the players being surrounded...Krysta just didn't want to take a monster's word for it. Astralin finished off the last wolf that Vigilon and Krysta were fighting against, and Dazia attacked the other wolves nearby before Astralin suggested that the two attack the other wolves. Vigilon dealt the finishing attacks to them, and now there were o

Krysta was not willing to listen to Dazia's words. "Do not think I will listen to those words. They come from you, and therefore fall on deaf ears. You're up to something, otherwise you would not have been in hiding." She claimed. There was something, be it an ulterior motive, a trap of sorts, or some kind of plan that would require her to know more about Krysta's allies...there was something going on. "Tell me, why is it now that the effects of Monster Overpopulation are actually being seen here, but hardly anywhere else?" Krysta demanded. Krysta was relieved to see Astralin help out, bu

Astralin would finish off the remaining mossy wolf with a freezing strike. "Good work, Astralin!" Krysta complimented, primarily to keep her morale up for the remainder of the investigation. Three more wolves appeared, and Vigilon was ready to continue fighting, but then the most unexpected thing happened. A dark blur slashed at the three wolves, leaving traces of fell energy in the attack's wake. All eyes, both player and wolf, turned to see the identity of the surprise attacker. Krysta gripped her sword tightly at the sight of the player. She knew that armor anywhere. "Dazia..." She gro

The door remained unmoved, regardless of all that the swarm of players had tried. Before Krysta could suggest anything else, however, the floor suddenly gave way. Thank goodness Krysta was wearing tights under her battledress. This had been the second time she had been dropped into a new problem,and it was certainly...the Cardinal's fault this time. Krysta took a look at her surroundings, trying to find a way around all of this. A long way up, and also a long way down. A single rope ladder, and nothing very damaging below, aside from what it seemed the fall might bring. I

The many twists and turns would normally have made it all difficult, but a trail of destruction and claw marks...would be surprisingly easy to follow...as long as her foe was ahead of her. Eventually, it would seem that the Tyrant and her lackey were being stalled by soldiers, and Krysta had just caught up. She continued picking up speed as the guards were surrounding the two players. She leaped into the air, and activated her Area of Effect Sword art, Celestial Sweep, on her way down, knocking back a few soldiers, which was just enough for Krysta to barely leak past all enemy forces and take

Astralin questioned Vigilon further, asking him if he knew of any other method for carrying an unconscious individual, and if he knew anything about the meaning of the method Vigilon had gone with. Vigilon's answers were, kind of expected to say the least. He was a capable person, and his kindness was greater than his knowledge. The NPC who was leading the players to the garden announced the party's arrival. Well, that was...kind of sudden. The players must have lost track of time during the discussion. As soon as the NPC was out of sight, a pack of odd wolves that appeared to be cov

To say that storming the tower was simple would be a lie. Once again, the Tyrant would become a disruption in it all. Nian's actions revealed her true colors as a monster within human form as she rushed past Krysta, moving swiftly, almost on all fours, like some kind of creature. The snarling coming from the individual did not help her case at all. Krysta's eyes came ablaze, and she picked up her speed, now determined to reach the destination with all due haste. Nian was now a monster in Krysta's eyes, and she had to reach the top before Nian did. Krysta was not foolish enough t

Krysta stopped suddenly as the statue that she and the Tyrant tumbled off of was somehow lifted and thrown onto the door. Killing two, and severely injuring one of the soldiers guarding the door, which was now opened by the force of the impact. "...Well, that works too, I suppose." Krysta remarked. The pink haired player rushed over to the injured soldier and- healed him? How was that...? Krysta didn't think it was possible to heal a hostile entity, and yet here this player was. To add to the confusion, the player who had used Krysta's battledress as a rag, and panicked prior to

Letting Yona remain in the first floor to take care of some urgent matters seemed like a good choice for the time being. It was likely that the investigation would only become more dangerous from here on out. Vigilon would try to reassure Astralin that he only wanted to help, in regards to that moment back when the party was recovering from that encounter back in the tenth floor. He then proceeded to change the subject to the investigation, claiming that if the players' lead here came up with little to no results, that winter gear may be necessary to avoid excessive freezing in the fourth floo

It was all one thing after another. Nian's lackey didn't take the collision very well, but that was his problem, for Krysta wasn't aiming to do that, she only wanted to take back the controls that held the balance of life and death away from that blasted Tyrant! While Krysta struggled to prevent a crash, one player started to panic, handing umbrellas out to everyone as he acted like some sort of flight announcer. Then the redheaded barbarian proceeded to mess around with- wait, an airship had an anchor??? Was that even possible? Thankfully, the barbarian also managed to dislodge the

To find a player ran setup of sorts out in the wilderness of Aincrad was entirely unexpected. The encampment lacked a tent, and there seemed to be items set up, as if for sale. Upon closer inspection, they were consumables, and indeed, it would seem that they were for sale. Krysta took a careful look, there were some items she was likely to need. Prosperity would prove useful in lucrative scenarios, and Accuracy was a reliable choice. Having made her decision, she prepared the required amount of col for the items, and paid the unusual shopkeep before retrieving her purchases. -P

Another player walked into the room as Krysta attempted resistance, trying to push back when the Tyrant tried pushing Krysta as to make room for getting her way despite Krysta's attempts. "Hrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhh.....!" While she failed in the end, what mattered was that Krysta wouldn't stand for it. The player who arrived claimed that the players should be working together to avoid death. Well, seeing that Krysta was trying to avert a blasted crash course, she was just doing what was necessary, and that tyrant clearly wouldn't give a rat's rear about the other players as long as

Before Krysta made chase for the Tyrant, a player spoke to her about said Tyrant, revealing her username and giving Krysta enough that she'd need to know about her. "So that is her name...Nian...How befitting for a Tyrant, wasn't there a mythological Eastern monster known as a Nian?" Krysta thought. Krysta was about to take action on the controls, then she heard a voice calling her despicable and ordering her to move. She turned to see that the Tyrant had arrived. "As if you were one to talk." Krysta remarked, standing firm in her position. "I had a feeling you would be c

The Tyrant seemed to look towards Krysta as if she were some kind of fool, before answering the question as though it were obvious, and what also seemed to be obvious was the arrogance she had in her words and her gesture to herself. But before Krysta could speak again, the Tyrant rushed past her, towards the surface deck once more. Blast, that woman was swift. Krysta tried to chase after her, but was stopped by several obstacles. The first of which was the red haired barbarian rubbing a foul-smelling hand upon her face. "Agh!! Why in all of-?!" She exclaimed, but she cut hers

Krysta was about to investigate a crate she had just found, but then she heard some sort of racket. The sound of destruction could be heard, and Krysta immediately headed for the source. As she reached the source of the sound, she heard a player claim that the Airship was under "the emperor"'s rule, and then proceed to give orders and head belowdecks. Krysta's eyes burned over what she had just heard and witnessed. "What a Tyrant." She thought. The embers within her eyes would surely become dancing flames if the first impression she received turned out to be true. Krysta ha