Setsuna

2/8/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 182533 CD: 3 +1 LD: 18 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 182534 CD: 12 +1 LD: 5 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition)

As Setsuna pressed against them, with every fiber of her being. Her muscles ached from insistent and unending swings. A small ring from her HUD continued to no end, it was screaming out to alert her that it was empty. But every second it could, she would empty it once more. A violent tear of her steel cleaves wide arcs through the air causing a scattering film of white to freeze the blackened rain as it fell. Sections and droves of the hordes of blackened kin are cut down with each vorpal swing. "For Freya." A memory of Hugo, of Misery, of Mishiro. The names of some she did not know,

Latching on to Lessa's wrist, and using the anchor to peel herself free. Setsuna whirls in anger, ripping clean the head of one as she pivots with the blonde as a focal. The girl was nothing more than a weapon, eager to put an end to this mess in her own special brand of violence. But with this small gesture, the girl would continue, how long was still a question. "One down." Setsuna quipped to the woman as if offering the kill to her as payment. "There seems to be no end to them, as if they are being placed here intentionally and not at random." A flare of disgust and outrage as a metal

1/24/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 181568 CD: 6 +1 LD: 17 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 181569 CD: 5 +1 LD: 13 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition)

A swirling edge rolled closer and closer to the rough amalgamation that was an enforced group of players roughly attempting to aid NPC in a jarring twist. "Don't be a coward." Setsuna spoke rather bluntly toward the much larger male clad in gold. "If you accept loss then you've already forfeited those around you for your own skin. Accept nothing, assume that you are an implement that makes the difference. Lift your sword and prove your no coward, no animal." A swelling tide to which she dove into without remorse, she'd fight to the last swing. To the final point of stamina without a care

Stances: Mortal Draw [Iai[

A parade of children held in a linkage, the girl in silver hair being barely a foot taller could be confused for one of them. In her brash and quick break, she'd managed them out of the settlement and to a softer pasture. A clearing would serve to halt surprises, and she had done as was expected of her here. It was an oddity for the girl to bend so heavily over to aid another, but like the small quivering child in Urbus she could not ignore them completely. Somewhere beneath all that spite and anger, that thirst for revenge was a child still. A girl who cared if another lived or did not, she'd

A single flicker on the wind, a sole group barely visible through skill alone. A fuzzy projection in silhouette but with no features, it was strange that like this she could hardly tell them apart. But as her guild preached, her only 'friends' for lack of a better word she would shift from the onslaught to aid on their whims and expectations alone. Mishro was gone, assumed the girl had made it away and heeded what she was told. One less lamb for the slaughter. A single twist of a wrist, latching on to a cold and wet thing. Like let there be light, a small child. "Hush yourself, and feel l

1/3/21 Materials Sent: 10/4/20 Moved to Guild Vault

1/3/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 180987 CD: 7 +1 LD: 6 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 180988 CD: 12 +1 LD: 8 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition) 3

1/2/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 180889 CD: 9 +1 LD: 17 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 180890 CD: 8 +1 LD: 3 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 3

1/1/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 180809 CD: 8 +1 LD: 15 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 180810 CD: 10 +1 LD: 12 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition)

Housing Liquidation (Most Recent Change Here) House Name: Frozen Tapestry (Attachment) (Original Here) Location: Floor 4 - Hidden in the trees, where the morning frost creates a fog Description: The shop was mostly barren, the girl used the space provided to furnish the place using her skills to find it comfortable enough to sleep in. Given the lack of claims staked on this floor expansion of the building was trivial. Plot Size: Studio Room(s): Sewing Room (Tailor/Workshop), Basic Kitchen Total Equity: 20000+10000+10000=40000*.75=30000 Col Turned into: House Name: Frozen

12/22/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 180431 CD: 10 +1 LD: 2 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 180432 CD: 8 +1 LD: 16 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition)

In her quick leaps and bounds, she moves easily despite the blindfold. The system however would not allow her to remove her sight completely, it was arguing with how best to respond. Perhaps destroying the blindfold? Or maybe locking her in place. But it is here that it makes a decision, the girl had available skill slots, and she was pushing her boundaries. A trigger of a skill, one that would give her little to no benefit for it was faint and if anything, more blurry in resolution than normally bestowed sight. But as she began to perceive more and more through solid objects. Players bec

12/19/20 Materials Sent: 10/6/20 Moved to Guild Vault

With Mishiro assumed in tow, she had not a target to prey upon. The soft patter of her feet upon beige and brown tile as they clatter against the panels that composed this rooftop. Feral shouts in a writhing mass that spreads like ink through water, howls, and growls bleed throughout and the sound was deafening. The sky tears asunder and reveals faint coils of tendrils, the animals native to this place begin to stir. Deer, birds, and all the fauna scamper from their hiding places rushing eagerly for higher ground, they could not climb but their pathfinding would prove useful. "I always kn

12/9/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 179996 CD: 2 +1 LD: 18 Salvage Success - 7 (+5 Ambition) 2 179997 CD: 3 +1 LD: 7 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition)

Against the backdrop of spinning chuckles that assailed the minds and ears of those within the storm. Beasts of many, presumably the souls of the lost, claimed through the ages like the current largest puppet. Releasing Mishiro's hand, her skin cold to the touch in a way that made it seem as though she was already consumed by this blackened downpour. "Whatever this is, whoever this grand schemer is. It expects fear." She mutters to the trickling blackness, looking up into the rushing cloud cover. An eye down to the rising tide. The numbers were falling with each passing moment

A twist of her steel it is returned to its scabbard, the Iai had done its job. Looking over her culprit with a twist of her head like a puppy. "I have already mourned enough, and it will serve for nothing. I could wallow, I could shout against it. Or, I can extract what you have wrought." As darkened hands from the puddles below, the very same that held Lessa a moment prior latch to his throat, and begin to drag him down to what he was inducing. "That sorrow, that hatred, and that sense of failure you taste. I take pride in it, knowing that the last thing you get to see is me. watching...

12/2/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 179398 CD: 4 +1 LD: 14 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 179399 CD: 12 +1 LD: 18 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition)

Ripping the katana up in a flare that causes it to hum and stir like a beating heart. "That's not very fun." she spoke as some of the overcast took a large shadow over the top section of her face. "I'd much rather you beg or run." she continued as the katana whisked through the air, causing some of the falling black rain to thicken and freeze. "Unfortunate, she will be missed." Setsuna offered coldly as Freya vanished into the darkness. She was given her warning, she chose to stay. This was nothing more than an actuality here. At least the girl was allowed the ability to be useful if only once

Staring daggers through the man with a dagger of his own held aloft by @MISERY. "No need for luck, you claim a high horse, and damn right your slaughtered for your design. That same design is the reason we have to." A keen edge flickers and draws in cyan, a twisted bite to her words. The most she'd have ever spoken, it wasn't often that prey fought back or spoke back against her. "You get to respawn...Shiroe....Tianna...and Meina did not.." The words caught and choked in her throat, in the recollection of what this place had taken from her. "Allow me the pleasure of bringing it about agai

11/23/20 Moved to Guild Vault

Seeing a shade in a swelling pool, larger than most with a stomp of its foot. It was speaking, which set it from the pack. A single swing of her blade bisects the one in front of her. While others were seeking shelter the girl was bathing in this darkened rain and coverage, painted the same from head to toe as a bitter chill caused her breath to form in puffs. Her lungs accompanied the cold, it was a bit sharp and colder than even floor four. Her skin was a burning numbness, her katana's saya held with her left as she took bounds with her right. Out for blood and smeared in ink, the wolf on th