NIGHT

she did the math, and found it unsavoury. so whilst this haunted hall had seemed as though it wasn't meant to be visited in the first place, night had to elevate her frequents to it as near necessary, especially with her most recent escapades asking much of what she could do pushed to their limits. there were a slew of updates, too, that bistro had access to its details of. night hadn't figured out how or why just yet. night had barely even been briefed about the subtle ongoings from cardinal. she simply decided that discussions such as those could be sought out at a later date, when they

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item fusion. fleeting words. | [#220699] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA | QUALITY | HOLY BLESSING [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin. halo. | [#220701] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA | QUALITY | HOLY BLESSING [desc.]: a golden disc with a warm ambient light that never goes out. -> [+1 demonic shard, +2 gleaming scales.] fleeting words. | [#234410] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA II | HOLY BLESSING II [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin.

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night walked in, incredibly uncertain about the items she'd had on hand. it seemed as though it had been forever that an odd stash of items had found its way into her inventory, sorted right beside the pile of items she did remember collecting. and there was something about the way bistro often negged her about handing over her collected goods to iris, even though she was certain they were hemorrhaging funds. because, y'know. if they weren't, maybe she wouldn't have to be out and about doing so many things all the time. so night slung the bag of items onto the table, gave iris a wav

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custom skill. | ticket #40 ► Starcross Cost: 10 SP Active: Free Action (Skill) EN Cost: 5 EN Cooldown: Special Requirements: Concentration (Obtained), Meditation (Obtained) Effect: On a successful hit, the user may apply the effects of a TECH sword art that they have unlocked to their attack. Alternatively, it can provide a small +2 EN for 3 turns recovery effect (Cooldown: 3 turns). This effect cannot stack with Hyperactive. Each effect the user has access to has its own cooldown that is tracked individually (Cooldown: 5 turns) Effects from this ski

yeah, okay. night figured she would've landed the hit against the dragon. its health was so low that it practically begged for death at this point so they could all go home (she projected). but it clearly wasn't desperate enough to be vanquished, or night herself was simply too frustrated over the entire ordeal of having to cull a dragon in the middle of a labyrinth that was largely hostile, filled with insects and generally inhospitable, while also having this be of scheduled importance. she'd blinded herself on the swing, whiffed her attack, and then rolled and tumbled as though her sword ha

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thread summary. - new thing. (2) + 26090 xp | (986 * 15) + 3500 + 240 + 7560 + 169,273 col | (xp * 0.15) + 1200 + 164160 + 28 materials + 1 demonic shard + ruby gemstone + groviat's blessing + gryphon's treasure + ... and whatever else combat loot is under spoilers.

“and neither was our beloved when she fought for our territory. against an outsider’s forces. an overwhelming threat, that was only sealed away by sheer coincidence through these layered penitentiaries of ours.” they shared a look again, just as groviat had decided to calm down. “like shadow?” day questioned. “like wushen,” night considered. “like evil unearthed, like pure sin risen from the depths of sorcery, of witchcraft,” groviat uttered, and their eyes fell back onto him. “enough to betray the rules of living. a darkness heard of multiple times over, an ever relentless

in their clutch, their fingers overlapped. soft pads went over smooth skin, almost like a comfort. groviat peeked from the corner of his vision. “so i thought this, of fate,” he said. “of our capacity. of our truth, and growth. you will face stronger foes in your time to come — because that is of your nature. of yours and mine.” from his sides did two wings expand, the tips of their span touching the walls on either side of the cave from where he sat. his eyes were lit with determination, breath burning and readied. “and whatever shall come your way, i too, will see it through

the dragon paused. “then there must once be a dragon hunter. one before you and yours. how else would you know to collect the gemstones? but you must be wary, and ready.” groviat stayed still for a moment. raised his head and shook slumber out of his eyes once he felt to do so. “my dreams had once told me of our kin. dragonkin. a race once far larger than we are now. i thought, inhabiting this figure from history, ‘how large could my wings grow up to?’ i never found out.” groviat hummed. “but i know now that there is so much more we could do. so much more we could be.” he turned away

“sorry?” night brought her companion’s hand close. day slid a resistance in lightly. “you mean the dragon hunter’s anthology, correct?” “indeed.” their breath-bearer sighed. “and that is a tale of which another has walked upon — but whether or not it pertains to the existence of you and yours is unknown. i share in memories of him, memories where i am disembodied, abstract. different. i am not of my own, but i have heard his voice. i understood of our kind that he had fought. i know of him.” “it has puzzled me all this time…” the duo shared a glance. day raised a hand. “wh

“ours is of strength,” groviat said. “raw, unadulterated. that is what our flames stand for, what the blessing you have received shall be.” “not the ninth,” night spoke between gritted teeth. “no.” the dragon raised his head. “only the wyverns inherit that place. debased and uncouth. just because our kind breath fire does not mean we need live amongst that which burns with us.” he looked upon the duo. “i called of you, to understand the people i now deal with.” groviat’s blink was slow. “a life for a life, my nephew had said. now i exchange — you and yours for mine.” day tu

she started forth after waving her sword away. “night.” groviat’s voice was booming. “i know of you. my champion. upon mine appeasement, your blessing shall be refreshed. i shall address you later.” his pupils went to the construct instead. night stopped. “but your counterpart is of legend. only few of us are able to recognize now the ones that lurk, often unseen among us.” day hesitated. night spoke on her behalf after a glance. “how do you know of that?” “because idianth and giovanna are not one of us.” groviat squinted. “and, by my judgement, neither my brother after all.”

idianth but stared at him. then his sights dropped to night. “an eye for an eye,” he whispered. “so if i should face you in combat ere long, it would be a trade. a life to lose under his care, too.” he bared his teeth, breath unseen. “that the score should be renewed…” the youngling took flight, drastically, recklessly, his wings near clipping the stone that jutted from the cave’s entrance. groviat’s fury waned. he but trod back to his resting spot, an eye trained on day. “and we hadn’t had much to say to each other yet,” he said, taking a seat upon the mound of gold. his front

giovanna began to leave. idianth started behind her. night merely shared a glare between groviat and herself, weapon resummoned, after a brief dismissal from her save earlier. “nephew,” the great dragon began again. his kin stopped, partway out the cave entrance. “me neither,” he muttered to the woman trudging on ahead, but turned his gaze towards his uncle either way. groviat’s sights fell onto him. “you can ask your father about it.” groviat smiled. “and tell him i sent you. and, that if he doesn’t teach you about this yet…” his head turned, and he looked to the player.

to night’s turned back, and to idianth, who looked on in shock, the conqueror spoke. “this is the ability that mortals could harness, if they worked together with us,” he hissed. “the height of our paradigm, nephew, able to achieve a nigh impossible fate.” “because,” he spoke, “i had not intended on leaving either of you alive.” his gaze bore into night. but night couldn’t tell, busied with setting day upon her own two feet again. “are you okay?” she was quiet, and unaware. “did it hurt?” but day very much was, eyes caught by cardinal’s unwavering camera. “night,” day

idianth showed doubt on his face. groviat sneered. “has it never occurred to you: the strength of the bonds between dragon and man? why this gift is uniquely ours… and why, perhaps, kevranth had not imparted upon you this knowledge yet?” “no,” idianth stammered. “no, i didn’t know.” “a shame.” it happened suddenly. groviat made no warning, but lunged in the direction of giovanna — who had been silent, watching, agitated the entire time. day was right behind her. and night could see them on the collision course, almost as though time had slowed, for her and her alone. t

“and what of the power?” groviat narrowed his eyes. “yes,” he said, “prepare yourself.” night kept the gemstone — by now, the quest should have been considered complete. and yet, she watched as groviat lean backwards, taking in a deep breath. when he was ready, he leaned forward, and hummed as he sighed. the air about them changed, shifted. the air, once feeling scarce, now grew heavy and dense, a force that kicked night awake, if only just barely. there was a warmth that drifted in from groviat’s power — one that wasn’t apparently directly targeted towards her, and yet, she fel