NIGHT

cute enough for the player to want to sink her fangs in. though night hadn't said anything, each little movement only drew attention to a different part of her companion. a hand nearly drifted to her other's waist at the gently swish of her tail. it made the world hazy. night wanted to distance herself at the thought. so she let nari go, the moment the fox wanted to scurry up the steps -- the player was slower, glancing to the gawking flocks of witnesses, almost wanting to be defensive about her other's take on wear. she kept quiet, however, more focused on their destination. when night r

moral, immoral -- it was all night left to bear it, after all, at the end of the day. the grey in betweens; those were what made her human. hence without mercy, she raised the new-forged blade in her hand and struck one of her attackers backwards. a lash forward from its companion, and night pushed it away with the flat of her blade, trying to get herself into the open, stake her offense on a better position. a mound was all she could find in the cavern opening the newly destructed nest was found in, and from that nigh slightly-elevated spot, the wyrms were starting to swarm her, one on h

so she jumped backwards. her back almost struck a wall, with the way she was being cornered by the matriarch that had suddenly swooped in from above. and as though one wasn't enough to threaten her conscience, a second one, too, drifted in after its ally. perhaps it was the owner of the nest she'd destroyed before. a witch hunt? maybe. but night wouldn't allow the opponent to question her moralities for that. no. perhaps it wasn't her tale to tell, after all. perhaps night needed to close her eyes for a moment, somnus take over her, and focus only on the fight before her. but she wanted t

<<DHA:2 | The Demon of the Mountains>> the dragon hunter series: forgettable? night hadn't thought so herself, when she raised her head and examined the interface displayed to her. half lounging, half cuddling -- she didn't need any excuses made from nari's end just to get her to tag along. a tilt of her head, right before her partner got up. "you know i'm down for whatever you want to do, right?" and the dishes could be washed later, she supposed, despite a nagging feeling that the player had wanted to tend to them now. the pop of a jacket on -- it was strange how she ha

so it was related to that quest, foggy as the name did sound. and night tilted her head at its mention -- "why not contact a broker for intel? if you don't have one to speak to, i could mention it to someone i know." past that, she looked to the pages within. gleamed what she could from its contents, which didn't seem like very much. so it looked to be a personal issue, especially at the mention about the 'other side'. no wonder so little connected with the player, as she peered, only to have her gaze upon it distracted once hirru had closed it shut. and night considered what the implicat

<<The Swashbuckling Buccaneer>> lost cargo. or, not lost. rather, stolen? it was the start of yet another quest that seemed standard enough in every other game. so her favourite kind; because they were -- at the very least -- predictable, despite the monotony at its core. and there was some rumor about a unique weapon or other that could've been retrieved from one of the sailors. in truth, that was the reason why she was present, an investigation on some broker's behalf. but the idea itself was enough for the player to want to go at it on her own terms. night s

only in thematics. then, hence, what exactly was their motive in picking a fight with a nest, again? the question stirred behind the player's eyes, though night had said nothing, listening intently to the prior floors and the hunter's discoveries instead. clues found and located -- some, like bialas, where there had been none before. so for what their work was worth, it may seem to end in a fruitless result after all. still, hirru swung at the trees, and out from the foliage did the spirits lumber out. it didn't matter, so long as the effort was made. the player realized this, lettin

because what she was doing could have been considered immoral, depending on the person you were talking to. either immoral, because the home belonged to someone else who prized it so dearly, or none at all, because this was a game with its residents unfeeling, all ones and zeroes despite the fact that it mattered to them. and night was no stranger to the argument. almost felt like an expert on the issue, 'thank you very much'. so when that notion was challenged, that cruel notion finally observed by its homeowners, there was a brief flash in the woman from her empathetic nature -- what ex

she supposed, if questioned, night wouldn't have seen a reason why she should've done so. after all, the cave system seemed incredibly boring. not for lack of activity, nor nodes for materials, nor even the lack of presence of monsters nearby. but perhaps this was her revelation in stepping out alone on this day, unabashedly aware of the fact that she hadn't any one else to pay attention to for the time being. it was different, being on her own again, and that sort of difference was a thing she believed needed time for one to get used to after being apart from it for so long. speakin

so that was nest one. she hadn't bothered to want to touch the fluffings inside, despite the idea that it was probably best to have done so; part of her wondered if it was too cruel an act to have done, tarnish that last bit of warmth the drakelings had of their home, before they would be inevitably extinguished by one entity -- player or construct -- if not by her hand. but night considered torching the bulk, too, knowing that a simple sword art could send the dry bits and pieces up in flames. she could play arson some day else, the woman decided, taking a hike and wandering further into

but it would also be unusually cruel to purchase a vision mod just so she could wander into a cave and destroy some homes. night blinked away the thought. peering into the makeshift nest, it was filled with all manners of dried stuff -- twigs, lint, fallen leaves from one place or another. which made the nest questionable in the first place -- this was a cavern floor. where in the world did the floral elements come from? but no cardinal entity was there to respond to her about her querying whims, and so it mattered not what the answer was in return. the player kicked at it, almost b

bait-and-lure traps were for the wisened. culling the drakelings directly were for the air-headed. and night was to be effective -- getting to the root of the problem as soon as possible through locating their overseers' nests. guardian or otherwise, parent or not, these enemies seen as a threat to the miner's activities meant a slow production of what metals some other player might visit them for. right. but as established before, she wasn't here to help them specifically. just mostly out to see things get done. and at the sight of a cluster of stone fashioned in the shape of a ring, she

there was little reason to be out solo. even fewer that she decided on not bringing company, for having other players around did seem to be her operandi nowadays. but something in her contemplated on the idea of being too cushy amongst a party -- was she losing her touch for being alone? it had been difficult to determine, stuck in a throe, and so the isolation was a welcome breath of air to her daily rhythm. still, her mind would not be unbothered by what her peers were up to. between nari, koga, day and chase -- bistro, even, despite the fact she disliked the broker and her never ending

<<Trouble in the Mines>> a simple request. in fact, if it were up to night to consider, it was the most standard, straightforward and arbitrary mmo quest that she'd ever seen in this game. the proposition of hunting for little more its own sake. "anyway, they've really been bogging up the caves nearby..." and night would be lying if she said this was for anything further than the ease of it all. sure, the minerals that the miners harvested could've gone to a purpose far greater than its operations, much like the reintegration on the twenty-sixth for example, but whil

what. and night shot to where nari had pointed towards, only catching a glimmer of something -- something that coloured the distance a hue just a tad bit lighter, like a smidge of white against an already inky and melting backdrop. faded and hazy -- but this time it wasn't the player in all of her sleep-induced wakeness calling the shots on what she should've seen visible. no. it was as if the world had melted for a single moment, colours coalescing at that one location; stars twinkling away at where the specter once was. then she blinked. the tank left her sides, and what was once t

and night folded her arms, grinning. "well, if i'd liked this floor, maybe i would've cleared it out." the lean towards the side away from koga was in accordance to his other point. "i had meant you fit in with the floor in appearance," she offered, gesturing with a hand down his coat. the player knew she herself was keen on wearing dark outfits, but nothing she was aware of in her wardrobe fit her the way her friend's attire spoke the motto of 'if there was a black darker than black, i'd wear it'. in the quiet, she gauged their distance towards the keep. the gates were in view. her eyes

thread summary. [total] chaser + 10092xp | (1602 * 0.7 * 9) + 2313col | (xp * 0.15) + 800 night + 15694xp | (1602 * 0.7 * 14) + 2354col | (xp * 0.15)

"we're not..." day had wanted to rebuke, but with chase in his current condition, even she knew the man wasn't fit for a rebuttal. and so, at night's hushing, pulling the entity's attention to the player's visage, she didn't need to have seen the finger placed on her original's lips to have known not to continue. the two quietly watched on, just as the pain began to grip their friend again. a pressure back from day upon their grip -- even his apology seemed to slip out of him in an agonized manner. it was difficult not to feel for the man, from an artificial being or otherwise, and the tw

hidden away in that side corridor, it reasoned why there was little ambient light to brighten the room. though adjacent to a wide set of windows, the ongoing storm outside hadn't helped their atmosphere plenty, and it was here that the temperature of the household had fallen since their leave from the master bedroom. a chill ran down night's spine, and she huddled closer into her jacket. draped in all but the coolest hues, the conference room was nearly entirely dipped black. night couldn't help but stare at the rain upon her entry. a quick turn of her head left, and she'd discover a set

funny, how cardinal had decided to grant them several floors worth of forests, and only on the twenty-sixth would the players see them put to use. material gathering was one thing; small items used in crafts were always something that the base had dealt in. and the few that dabbled in logging were only doing so to aid their smithing counterparts, the wood requirement for their time in the castle much lower than the costs of metal, of steel. the sudden surge of needed supply put most of the crafting communities to question, and efforts to the harvesting of logs were increased for their ga

after the system update? it made sense for some players to feel a little less secure in their standing in the castle. night had been one of them for a time, until she found her balance once again. and the player examined hirru closer as the latter released a sigh. sure enough, it did seem as though he'd seen better days. the glance to the book he'd motioned to her, however, was what caught her attention beyond the talk of combat prowess. titled 'what we fight for'... it sounded like the name of a quest she'd only heard of in passing. without any concrete evidence to that train of thought