NIGHT

approved. Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Paragon Level 25 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill** Paragon Level 75 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Custom SA Paragon Level 100 - (2) Gleaming Scales, (2) Demonic Shards, Access to ‘Champion’s Hall’***

approved. Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting* Paragon Level 25 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill** Paragon Level 75 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Custom SA Paragon Level 100 - (2) Gleaming Scales, (2) Demonic Shards, Access to ‘Champion’s Hall’***

less than nothing? night wished she was. watching her friend draw the ire – and impact – of the dragon spoke enough about their dynamic in the fight. she was glad she could trust him with her back, but on her lonesome, watching her cooldown timers, her finger snap at the right moment hadn't exactly done what she'd wanted to do. so she was still visible, still standing present, apprehensive about her next move. night had a plan for many things – but for this one, she was lacking. "come on..." the player hissed and looked about. was wushen really

funny how, despite the differences in their level of experience and expertise, their stories tended to sound the same. and in that, there was something to appreciate, night thought. she brought her knees up to her neck in a shift, resting her cheek upon them as she continued to listen. metal armor in comparison to leather – she could only nod, considering. but the unusual part was in realizing how he hadn't seen his tutor ever since. she'd been looking away, imagining the tale as hirru regaled her, but night faced him upon that revelation. the parting so soon? she couldn't have imagi

"i--" first of all, night hadn't expected the ambush. the last time she was present, all enemies came right at them in a single filed line. but noticing the room interiors being devoid of a lamp-sword and filled with monsters instead, she bit her tongue. recovered her words once again after she'd took point ahead of nari, filling in the space that her party member had left open for night's charge in. "what does that even mean?" she wasn't going to wait for an explanation. with the tip of her sword pointed right between the shambling cloaks' ribs, she drove it through the qu

"or your armor," night returned, with a snort and a grin. she hadn't exactly been expecting to run into trash mobs so soon – was hoping she would be able to get to the warden without running into them, actually. but the twenty-fifth's layout was inhospitable; everyone knew of that, especially yuki, so perhaps night should've accepted her fate of encountering a stray soul or another. what shambled up to them were two husks, near carcasses – one minotaur, one orc. and night didn't exactly know where the orc came from, but threw herself into the fray nonetheless. her sword bit into the

"nyanko," the artisan called out just as she opened the door. alongside the chime of a door bell, there was a soft thump as the clerk landed from his position on a shelf, picking up the order forms before scampering to her position. nyanko looked up at his owner with large eyes, expectant – and so too did night lower herself to cherish her familiar with pets and coos. a moment later, the feline was playing supervisor to the packaging for the few custom items. night looked over the headband, curious, before trying it on. a little tight – so she made some adjustments before placing it

r10 artisan | x14 daily crafting attempts | cd tool Floral Hairpin | [#215726] | TIER 1 JEWELRY | LD III [desc.]: A hairpin the clips to the hair to keep it out of the user’s face. It is made with a beautiful blue flower. Bunny Ear Charm | [#214317-5] | TIER 1 TRINKET | ACC III [desc.]: A headband that, when donned, makes the wearer appear like a rabbit. Useful for cosplaying.

| 17/08/23

a silent retrieval. when night entered the ring, it was right after leaving bistro a generous sum of play-cash, and her feelings at the foot of the cintamani's doorstep. her gaze shifted, attempting to take in the appearance of the statues. had they remained constant? the same? no small detail out of place? her breathing was shallow in territory still unfamiliar, and after the day she'd had, things were still not looking quite right. so her steps forward were tentative, sword in hand, the player almost flinching at every echo that bounced back towards her in the acoustically cursed roo

approved.

thread closing. NIGHT + 18000xp | (1000 * 15 * 1) + 3000 + 370320col | (xp * 0.15) + (400 * 3) + combat loot + 150 materials | combat loot + 3 scales + 10 shards + emerald gemstone + izzalth's blessing + ... and everything else under combat loot.

“um, can i come along too, then? … mom needs some time to rest after taking the medicine, and… i don’t exactly want to be alone right now…” cyness spun in air – graceful, but not as energetic as before. “i think it’s best if i talk to her friends and family about her passing… but maybe i could help them, too, about the poison that’s spread through the floor? do you think… that’s what she would’ve wanted out of this?” night wasn’t sure how to answer. but the ghost sure did, after a heartbeat, pressing her hand upon cyness’ form despite knowing she wouldn’t be recognized.

a short grieving session afterwards, and night and day had finally decided to leave. the player had all the materials she needed for a marking stone – it would be fitting to return to their skirmish spot out of respect for a beat. even if it wasn’t to serve them, she was sure izzlath and cyness would appreciate it all the same, and after a brief discussion, they gave their appreciation for the act. cyness, however, told them to wait up, and so they did, entertaining the dragonling for the minute she’d wanted. “um,” cyness began, looking downwards before her gaze fell on nig

as the dragon drew close to the herb, cyness sat on the ground, just as night felt obligated to do in wait for their ritual to end. her child spoke again. “mom?” izzlath stopped, and looked to her daughter in anticipation. tears starting to well up at the corners of cyness’ eyes. “… i miss her already.” “i know, sweet pea. i know.” her mother brushed her snout upon her child’s head, and she exhaled, heavy and weary. after a long nuzzle of affection, izzlath finally pulled away to swallow the herb and pouch whole. as she did, day final

they traveled back safely. night carried cyness on her head, the dragonling latched on high for safety, and in poor attempt to raise the party morale. day walked beside them, unusually quiet – it wasn’t in lieu of creepy ghosts, this time. the player figured her secondary had much to consider on their way back to izzlath’s lair. the mother dragon seemed welcoming of their return. but noticing an absent spot where an amazonian warrior might be, she sombered, looking away in grief and loss. it was only at cyness’ approach with the pouch did izzlath finally tear her eyes away from distr

they were silent for a minute, as they looked around to pick up the pieces. there was a faint sobbing from under one of the largest, palest leaves, and night pushed it aside to find cyness hiding underneath, clutching onto a sack without its owner. night didn’t appear as terrifying as she once did, now. instead, she just looked tired, and sad – she wasn’t great with kids and neither did cyness need this loss. what was she to do? she crouched down beside the dragonling, offering her hand out. cyness wriggled away, but hadn’t decided to turn tail just yet. “she said you were

there were no loud shrills, no echos of fanfare, merely the ambience of the forest, now distant and alien and other when nethag was removed from the world. night held out her sword for a brief moment, breathing heavy, guard still up, before she lowered it, raising her blindfold in silence. she wasn’t expecting voscira to die. but somehow, guilt ate at her – not because she let it happen, but rather because she felt nothing for her disappearance. almost as though, subconsciously, she was already considering that possibility, and felt prepared when it did, in actuality, happen.

the rest of the fight was a bit of a blur. when night heard the dragon’s return, she knew her blindfold had managed to serve its purpose. and nethag was a brute. he sang as he stalked through the forest, uncaring and seemingly satisfied to have satiated his brief appetite for humans. and he remembered the other individual present, so his taunt was placated in nature, devoid of (apparent) hostile intent. “oh hunter… that’s what she called you, isn’t it?” nethag chuckled brief, uncaring. “well, you’d better live up to the name, then. because she didn’t. wouldn’t want to disre

there was a harsh tug on her cloak – harsher than anything she’d ever experienced – and voscira wanted to scream against it. she wasn’t planning on letting go of life just yet. and that amount of strength seemed about the kind that she’d suffered from nethag’s bite earlier, so she fought, struggled, did her best to pull away from the source of an abnormal gravity. in that moment, she thought about the dragon hunter’s ghost. in that moment, her very last, she felt the predator’s eyes upon her, and instinctively knew she was going to die. when voscira passed, the fo

then came two devastating bites – nethag was quick and accurate, a worthy opponent for a blindfolded player, perhaps. but it did not obtain its mythological name without reason, and in seconds, the amazonian was looking worse for wear on her health bar. her cry, if not out of pain or surprise, was defiant in all manners – powerful enough to have shocked the desecrator into letting her go, running into the wilds. so she believed. “wait!” and night couldn’t see where she’d gone. a separate rustle from beside her told her enough about her aid’s state of mind.

“you must be joking,” came a booming, foreign voice that reverberated strong in her skull. “did you really think a blow like that could’ve taken me down?” in equal measures, where night couldn’t see, voscira was standing guard between cyness and nethag. the dragonling, once confident, now beat her wings slow, trying her best not to draw attention to herself. in a hushed whisper, voscira gave cyness her orders – “go and hide. i’ll protect you, and so will the killjoy hunter. okay?” she wasted no time in wait for a response, and neither did cyness stay long to give a reply. v

slowed breathing. the player was standing still. if she did, for long, she would be able to intercept the enemy, she felt, if it was charging towards the source of the noise. and night counted – in a heartbeat right before the third, she flashed her blade into her hand, with a lunge that pierced the ether – or it would’ve, if she hadn’t tackled something smooth yet sturdy at the shriek of a baby dragon. the sudden roar her target let out at being struck down by an ambush, the brush around it and itself caught aflame, and night knew that her intel was right. it only works if you trust