Nisahime

The boat careening off to one side, this was a whole shit load more difficult when it was just her. He was quite the navigator in her time but being a one man crew still made it borderline impossible. "Beep Beep. Nyoom. Ah Wachou Wachou." The girl extrudes with a grin without even the slightest bit of remorse as it is pile driven right through the docks. "How we doing goons? See any good movies, lately? How bout that breakfast, am I right?" The woman remarks as she'd move toward the side of the ship, as the whole thing settles now beached halfway into the dock. It leans slightly to one side al

The woman would walk through a dimly lit chamber that starts to spring to life as she passes in, lanterns on the wall starting to glow in an eerie white light. A layer of dust upon every surface, as wooden cabinets sat idle and forgotten as time had long passed it by. To a simple square table, of shaved teak, she'd run her hand across it and see the streak of where it passed. The thick soot being dispersed in a smear. Dropping a bag upon its surface as a banging box wobbles itself up behind her, pouring out the contents of the bag as the thing would start to vomit all manner of tools and other

Allowing her potion to continue boiling away, she'd mix the vials on the rack with ginger fingers until it finally finishes up and she pulls it free. A brackish purple liquid staring back at her, she'd wiggle it and pop a cork on it before replacing it with an empty one. Back into the chest, she'd start to pile up her yield and toss them underhanded into the box who moves to catch them like a dog would a ball. Eventually its all removed and the woman would take to the corners of that large blanket and start folding it inwards. Into the box, like everything else before she'd shut its lid back u

Working away at the plants of her own, a snap of some roots as she underhand tosses it toward the picnic blanket stretched out across the ground. "These old things, noticed that did you?" A tug of the things sees the smallest bit of bluish frost slink off her palms, the cooling air around them as they are wiggled. "Do you really need to ask, after all two of you tailored them. Or did you forget?" Nisa laughs in a short chuckle knowing full well she just wandered up mount olympus and just picked them up, having a fair discussion with the 'gods' that had them made. There was an irony that they h

*New Round, New Turn Order Collecting bits and pieces of the golem each and every time players would carve pieces off of it. A sudden fist comes roaring toward her and slams into that silver colored transparent bubble, careening far off center and going clean through a nearby column. "Rude." The woman remarks holding up the small yellowish amber piece, shutting an eye and peering through it. Slightly see-through she sizes Freyd up through it, making the man have a giant head and an itty bitty body like a bowling ball strapped to a dowel. "My my, what a big head you have." Her jest as she'

*Click* The sound of a pair of fingers snapping finds itself screaming through the serene woods, causing the monkey to leap away with Eruda's ribbon still clutched in both hands. The thing latches to a nearby branch and uses it like a high bar to flip toward another, nestling on an outstretched arm. Quickly rushing up to the girls shoulder, she wanders out like the strangest mix of both that were under assault. "Peanut, you know better." The monkey screeches, at first howling in disagreement. "Give it back, or no shrimp." The thing looks down to the ribbon, and back to her stern glare. A gla

6/26/25 Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

*slight order adjustment A flick of her wrist as she'd turn toward the water, a flash of white light in her hand as she'd start to walk out into the sea. The water parts and a set of rising stairs seem to move up to greet her, in a very wet dripping cavern entrance. It looked almost like white limestone, covered in moss and seaweed as it drips angrily. Wandering inside, the light in her hand doesn't fade. Within its birth are small creatures that stretched the limits of imagination without even the slightest bit of regret. It would almost seem as though it was created by a person going cr

*Combat Ended, Rhino's Horn and Troll's Blood reset As the crab would fall, so would the sounds of conflict. All that would remain was the gentle whisper of waves nursing themselves back on the shore in a crawl. The woman clad in black and with hair of white, would continue to patrol the beachfront looking for her own task for this escapade. Another road left untraveled for quite some time, and yet she honed in on it so elegantly as if it was just a day ago that she'd visited. The players opposed would instead continue to parade around that beachfront, looking for a string of small burrow

Glancing to the newly formed gaggle of player who were right on time for the fight, she'd start to walk from the waters surface. They had formed this sort of uneasy alliance, always showing up to offer aid despite not really understanding the motives of the places she took them. Even now they continued to oblige without gleaning the big picture. But such was the way, and she found it somewhat endearing. "Ready?" She'd quip toward them as she'd take to her own position, watching them start to spread apart and draw weapons. "Good. Out he comes." And with the word the boss spawns out the same as

*Fixed the forgotten PT tag The simplest of places to which all that would walk upon it would do so ad nauseum. This had to be going into double or triple digits on their number of visits, taking the better part of the last few weeks. Such was the way of a mundane locale being the source of all manner of pathways that led to god knew where. A wrap of her slender fingers around her wrists, turning them before sliding them up her arm and pulling tight those long sleeves. Not really a necessary thing, but there was something very odd driving her to do so. The waves still rushed across that beac

Something shifted, glancing around in the room that she was peeking through. There was nothing abnormal. What the heck was this feeling, it was like she was being blocked from seeing something. This place was always a bit weird ever since they set foot here, it was confusing even to Morrighan which was the oddest thing. She starts to walk from room to room, opening each door before finding two of Firm Anima’s finest just sitting on the ground staring into the dark room. A small shuffle in the distance that was further in the room. Morrighan’s eyes go wide as she runs in, starting to toss stuff

*New Round, New Turn Order Taking a look around, there was no staircase, perhaps in another room. The walls were made of a fine cut red wood, smoothed. Morrighan's hand touches the wall with curiosity racing through her brain. This place seemed familiar yet not, like there was something here of hers but the place itself was unrecognizable. It was the strangest feeling, like she had to be here for some reason. -Creak, Creak, Creak- The metal holders of the lanterns began to flow side to side, although there was no wind. Crashing through the door a tall humanoid shaped figure. A

Watching on as the players so helplessly scampered around in a repeated wave back and forth down the beach and back, it was actually rather comical. There wasn't an ounce of refinement in it, something very similar to attempting to herd chickens or sheep. A click of her fingers would cause them all to start to slow down, evening the playing field as they'd all stand around exhausted and bordering collapse. "Better?" The woman quips to the group who would look up and then to her in shock. "What?" She'd pay the advancing eyes an nonchalant shrug, as if it wasn't anywhere as big of deal as they w

*Combat End, Rhino's Horns and Troll's Blood Reset Meandering around the beach the same as always, the woman seemed completely uninterested in all the little things the other players were focused on. Her own intentions seemed solely interested in her own affairs, one that she’d not readily share until she met the criteria to reach it. Down the lengths of beach, she'd stop and fold her arms. Staring intently at the ground before turning around and heading a few steps back and glancing down. It would appear as though she was staring through the sand or operating solely on vibes instead of h