Setsuna

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.

10/16/20 Materials Sent: 10/4/20 (Respite) Given to Simmone for Package Moved to Guild Vault Sold to Blueberry

10/14/20 Moved to Guild Vault Given to Raidou (via Guild Vault) Given to Raidou for Alkor (Ordered through and payment rendered via Raidou) Moved to Guild Vault

10/9/20 Moved to Guild Vault Moved to Guild Vault Moved to Guild Vault

10/8/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 171488 CD: 1 +1 LD: 9 Critical Failure - 6 (+5 Ambition) 2 171489 CD: 7 +1 LD: 2 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition)

10/6/20 (Crafting Respite: 164243) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 170854 CD: 3 +1 LD: 17 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 170855 CD: 4 +1 LD: 6 Uncommon - 8 (+5

10/6/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 170841 CD: 12 +1 LD: 4 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 170842 CD: 12 +1 LD: 7 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition)

10/4/20 (Crafting Respite: 163648-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 170396 CD: 10 +1 LD: 8 Perfect (1) 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 170397 CD: 12 +1 LD: 5 Perfect (1) 13

10/4/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 170383 CD: 8 +1 LD: 1 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 170384 CD: 2 +1 LD: 17 Salvage Success - 7 (+5 Ambition)

10/3/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 170129 CD: 3 +1 LD: 19 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 170130 CD: 11 +1 LD: 20 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition)

A silhouette and nothing more, ChaseR had caught but a glimpse of her before the ring of her bell took it away as the lights dimmed with a bitter chill in the air. She'd fade in and out looking the boy over once are twice, the description matched for who she'd been expecting. Intel via the guild's merchant forewarned his arrival. Setsuna as per usual took to taking measurements rather abruptly and aggressively, like catching a mouse and toying with it. However this time was different, she simply had to confirm if what she had made would fit properly. "It is, and It should fit you." The same so

9/12/20 (An' Another one) Sold to ChaseR

9/12/20 Sold to Crozephy

Low candlelight flickered within the shops interior casting small amounts of light upon mannequins that appeared as corpses without faces. The sounds of a moving needle were audible but from where was not certain. Crowzeph spoke to what appeared to be a dimly lit and abandoned cabin, a fade of cold mist drawn upon the floor as he had. Soft whispers grace his ears, remaining just outside of sight. "It is because I do not like visitors..." muttered into his ears, as a cold breeze assails his shoulder and ankles. The slip of paper in his hand would vanish. ID# 168050 results: Loot: 20 (Damn

9/3/20 Moved to Guild Vault Moved to Guild Vault

9/3/20 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 167194 CD: 5 +1 LD: 3 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 167195 CD: 7 +1 LD: 10 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 3