Setsuna

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

A torrent of torment beckoned softly through the waves of black and pitch, muffled screams made through the distance. Fear had become commonplace here, the question being if it was from people. It could have very well been NPC alone that were feeling the pressure of the darkness drawn, players were a more difficult body to instill such things into. She held strong cutting through all that sprung up to oppose her, a hollow shell doing what she knew. If it offered resistance, cut it down and it won't. The difference here is that for every head removed was a head regrown. Like a hydra, it always

Weaving through obscured and out of purveying as she took stock of what was happening. Faint silhouettes of specters swelling and stirring from the darkness. To most a frightening sight, to a girl who was already long before lost a pittance. While most were running fleeing, Setsuna was hunting and cutting them down. As fast as they rose a glimmer of steel in cyan blue. A muffled hiss as her katana passed through, but it appeared as fast as she could clip them more would arise. However fruitless her efforts were, she'd continue them to no end. "Conviction: Even if your blows merely scratch them

11/10/20 Moved to Guild Vault

It was then it dawned on her, the timing was off. It was this cold and this dark, but notably it was day. The katana on her hip a subtle glimmer in cyan, should she need it would be ready. A tap on her wrist draws her focus down. That which looked like oil, beads before sliding around it. It was thick like syrup or blood. Was the sun gone or simply consumed by this darkness. Sounds and outcries to her surroundings peel her senses, hysteria from the horizon just outside her purview. A faint silhouette punched along monochrome clouds, the sun was alive but buried. She weighed her options, h

OOC: Edited after Deadline, Does not count for rewards A bitter chill on a moonlit night, the high risen moon began to become opaque as a darkness took hold. From her high-rise with her hunt of Valentina keeping her ample on this floor. "odd..." she mutters as the dusk loomed and buried sight slowly, a soft sway of wind parading over the gold fields of wheat and crags of stone. Slowly drawing from its saya, the glimmer of steel as she bit the inside of her cheek. A young night feigning midnight, the darkness and this cold to which she was no stranger. A sudden leap from roof top to anothe

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 Room Upgrade(s): N/a Total Cost: 10000 Col

10/21/20 Moved to Guild Vault

With a silence stemming from the child as Elora spoke. "I need no thanks, but appreciate the sentiment." the words did not match the tone, which was cold and unwavering. "Strange that you would believe this. I have held my words in at such a degree that they branded my soul, but you speak of some that would brand you the same for sharing those thoughts." It felt as though the building itself was speaking to the girl. Every wall a different segment of the sentence, making her difficult to pinpoint. "If they were truly your friend, despite how it is portrayed then they would feel the meanin

Taking the piece from the woman as she continued to stammer on trying to sort her thoughts out for her own benefit no doubt. A removal of a bluish silver needle from within her scarf, she flickers and the candles go out as she moves enough to allow the mist to thicken. A comparison to the material finds a match, a clip of a drawing pair of sheers cuts out the section and with hasted but precise hand adheres the replacement. Folded and placed back within the center as the dark lighting recovers, mended easily by the ghost of floor 4. She had been given her wish with no error. "The fact you

A crash beckons her to turn and look toward her entry with a katana drawn, fearing another orange with a bit more reason to fall. But the moniker was green and the door rebuilds itself. Interested in this rambunctious and bold green that entered the building of her own volition. She seemed honestly startled by her own actions, the metallic clank of a blade entering its sheath with a soft exhale. Nervousness is stuck on her like a stink, under the parade of dim-lit fire that added more creep to the cabin. Removing a garb in grey, it was Freyd's. She had seen it before worn by her captain.

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