NIGHT

i dont see a sword though. (approved)

accepted. shards sent.

oh my god i didnt even notice you posted mb.

approved.

yum. approved.

trade request: to iris. from night. contains [cluster of stars] (x1).

Purchasing: Cluster of Stars | [3 Mon] | 243122 Changes the type of an item as long as its enhancements are applicable to its new type.

| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: third time's the charm. Notes: sheet found [here]. "-- is that how i'm supposed to be introduced?" night ascended to the stage, oathkeeper in hand. when she stopped to take position, her eyes were set on kindling. there was a tinge of envy in her heart how the man was set in luxuries whilst they were meant to play entertainment, but she supposed she only had herself to blame, signing up for the tournament as she did. "funny. the one time i would've thought our brief

it was free (approved.)

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Skill(s) Being Dropped: Unhindered // HAHAHAHHAHAA i know trust me bro SP Incurred Towards Limit: 15 SP Refunded: 15 Cost: 15,000

talkative! talkative, talkative, talkative -- this was exactly night's problem with everyone else in the middle of a fight. but when it was just them, one on one, night had to listen. almost forced to, against the droning of an uncaring, omnipotent eternity, but this time, she wasn't sure where the rage was coming from. at being wrong? night had completely disregarded the gathering after the labyrinth boss with wushen defeated. the exhaustion from beating down that dragon had taken its toll, never mind the solo effort with the golem. and, past that, had she actually remembered the attende

night felt her eye twitch. their blades had parried, and night redirected the art meant for her assailing somewhere else. but neither did she tear her gaze away to look where it'd went. the flush on kat was telling -- night continued to size her up still, gritting her teeth. "sorry?" and now she was in too deep to realize she wasn't supposed to be listening to psychological warfare. where was she to start? that this wasn't the time and place for a nice date? night angled her blade ahead of herself once more, trying not to avert her sights -- a difficult task for someone so anxious. i

"-- you weren't paying attention to me?" night spoke those words aloud, blank. still wary about the lord in the background, she hadn't even considered kat was someone who was interested in talking mid-fight. should she be familiar with that? they'd gone hunting, once. night remembered little from it, beyond needing the items for the floor boss. with mina, she'd already known to be aware of the chatter. not so much with kat. night flipped her blade. "you're going to lose if you..." ... ? suddenly, a little too late, she put the pieces together. ...

night kept her sights trained on katoka as she pointed to emrakul. "unless you mean them, i think the creepy crawlies are the least of our problems... but i'd rather be anywhere else too." then, she stammered, bracing herself for the fight. "uh, no offence, emrakul." she thought the lord took offense anyway, with the edges of the world going hazy. still, as the bell tolled, night swayed not from her objective. her greatsword was flipped pommel-first as she darted towards the other swordswoman, allowing the weight of the new blade to trail behind her, that darkened steel that feigned as ge

| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: HAHAHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT Notes: sheet found [here]. where were they? f29? there was a hum in the air as though to introduce their new sponsor... host... er... predator... the moment night entered the arena. there wasn't an audience present, save emrakul, and maybe the kindling and minako both. which left a curious notion towards why they each thought this was an ideal fighting grounds for their tournament thus far. if anything, she closed her eyes to wave at the lord. a s

thread closing. NIGHT +6932 xp | (485 * 16 * 0.7) + 1500 + 2976 col | (xp * 0.15) + 1937 DEMIAN +2518xp | (485 * 3 * 0.7) + 1500 + 2337 col | 1937 + 400

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once its health bar appeared, night knew they could be safe. the abomination rushed backwards, fleeing deeper into the room. even so, it kept its front to the players, and night never felt its gaze leave her figure. something whispered beneath her in her approach — that touch of blue blood. she strode slow, and her eyes went to that gap by its shoulder. it was missing an entire arm. did she do that? but the lasting, fading red was across its chest rather than its appendages. cardinal had made this thing to bleed, it seemed — and it looked as though it was on its last legs.

things had happened so fast. one moment, demian had sauntered forth on his errant, and grabbed the screeching figure hiding by a number of crates. the next, he’d stumbled backwards, and just as their target was about to lunge at him, night dove in and pulled him out of the fray. moving demian hadn’t been easy, the whole ordeal occurring within a split second. for that brief window, he’d seemed to have an inertia like an immovable object, and night had that fear of his being attacked as a scripted cardinal event. nevertheless, though he had moved late to her fingers, they’d skirted ou

night only registered the clue underneath her right after demian gestured to it. she nearly jumped, and then looked at how far down it had stretched through the corridor. but with the man’s figure shadowing the sole hanging lamp present, what came after them seemed to be cloaked in darkness. when he passed under it, night could recognize why the other player had thought to move ahead of her instead. what was once a sight that might’ve intimidated her was instead shielded by the bulk of the man’s cloak, if not form, and light flooded the corridor once more. that was a solace night only cho

they raced after the blue trail, whom night would claim to be someone, someone else in this godsforsaken town. down each road, with every turn they took, their target was already seen taking the next. and night thought of herself fast, but their target was faster, and demian caught up to her in no time. past the next bend, she had thought they’d lost it. their chase slowed down as they traversed down a wide brick road, empty shopfronts and homes lined close on either side. towards the end, the path split into two lanes going opposite ways. night swallowed, just as they reached

she left that conversation behind with a turn of her back and a nod to their destination. demian held no complaints, so she settled not on their past. they made their way towards miremore, their starting point a few paces from ilridge. despite the barren wastes that laid before them, there were still signposts with directions, scarred through and smudged off surface readability, but the players could put the route ahead together still. each lead them down woven cobbled paths, worn and neglected, and against stormy skies that felt illuminated only in the distance, she was certain they both