Nisahime

The sloshing of a deeper body of water, up to her waist in the black water that was cold even through a long black glove. Her hair begins to pool out, floating on the surface as she submerges into the muck. A pair of ivory eyes, lit up through the mess as it peered beneath that swamp. The creatures within seemed to pay her no mind, as if she didn't exist at all. Running an outstretched hand against the rough bottom, a current of sediment being rustled with a few fingers that scrape it. A small opal, from the bed. Raising to the surface, a single breath escaping her lungs but not out of duress.

The somber clacking of her heels, atop long black leggings where it was nigh impossible to tell where the boot ended and the pants began. Long white locks, drifting with every step in a cascade past the shoulder. A rumble of the storm that was so angry, drenching the birth of this bitter swamp in its blackness. But she seemed untouched by the staining wetness that fell from the heavens, some effect was keeping her dry when others were not so lucky. "Alas little herring, where have you found yourself now? Found you'll be, you cannot escape forever." That mysterious tongue, spoken for no one's b

A clatter of a cup being placed on the bar top. The woman leans forward and takes a whiff of what swill was inside. It was strong and bitter. "Interesting." Morrighan responds before downing the entire cup, making patrons that surround the place jerk. Eyes wide, she didn't seem to be bothered at all by the taste. "Wow, you can really put it down." The barkeeper remarks with a perplexed stare, eyeing the glass and sure as shit it was entirely empty. The maiden slides from the stool, a handful of silver coins left behind. She had yet to find what it was that she sought, coming up empty in this h

Such a simple thing, how plainly these droves just loitered about with no end goal in mind. A long and silver hair, virtually pure and unaffected by the elements, while others are drenched almost black. Rain beats bullets into a wooden roof overhead, and the woman could feel eyes on her back. It didn't bother her in the slightest, turning and folding her legs as she sat on a bar stool. The stare, as she peered into those that were looking first. There was something about that intensity that makes those that do avert their eyes, without not a single word spoken. A single keeper, to her suspecte

Bringing a handful of strange white colored flakes into a wave of blacks and oranges, a place a bustle with masks painted in all manner of horrors. A small child, darting back and forth through the sea of these people feigning creatures, like a needle through fabric. It catches the woman's curiosity, and she stops. Watching on as Kuni pick at the ground like a bird, another boy begins to speak to the silver haired maiden that stuck out like a sore thumb. A large tarp is deployed, one of darkened and thick leather. Presumably out of nowhere, as was customary of the game as a whole. "Kuni and On

"And that is where, dear mockingbird, we agree. But I have yet the tool of my design. Talent lies in those that are willing to ride the bleeding edge. I sense the same from you, and yet I know not if it has been seen. If left bare, alone and caged. Most would die like dogs, but you." That same coy and playful grin, although she found no humor in it, but a production to mirror emotion. "Would escape such a prison tooth and nail, blood and teeth without naught but the clothes upon your back. Kill with whatever tool you were given, and succeed." Her image distorts, and twists between two, an

A deflated expression and a notion that was disconnected, here were the simplest contrasts. A white haired maiden, almost glowing in the light of a day about to shift to night and a man stained pure black for what was coming. "What limits, pardon the ones that you set upon yourself? You are correct, messenger. My choice is to wait and see, to allow my own two hands and two eyes find it, be it as it may. Not thrust upon me, not bestowed upon me. I choose to allow no limits, and the unknown to become known, without settling for what 'is'. Else you do thy self a disservice, for in that acceptance

That same coy expression, unfazed by the notion, without even an attempt at concealing it. "What a simple shade to become, doubt leaves one's mind closed." she eyes Pete, still working to patch up some fishing pole that had been damaged. "Perchance, it will be. But I care naught of any chains, any given affairs. If I seek it, it will be of my own volition and not the decree of some falsehood or figment. I see no value in gains given." A handful of boar tusks still ripe in her palm, she ushers into the thoroughfare to the sound of a beating hammer. Casting the bones from the slain upon the top

"What an interesting play, my sir, you wound me." She ushers past as if that were meant as some joke, but the reflection on her face could easily leave anyone to take her seriously. A listful sway without any sense of urgency, as if going with some flow or tune that only she could hear. A multitude of screams and shouts, players a plenty grinding away to devices and desires that they wished to fulfill. A slightly waning sun hung on the horizon, burning bright over the large tanned stone that ringed the town of beginnings. A glance over her right shoulder, finding wherever Freyd's eyes wou

A somber and brisk walk, utterly unconcerned by the notion that whatever methods she had been doing would cease to function. It was almost alien, her lack of concern. There was a strange contrast between the two, where Freyd almost seemed consumed by the dark, the faint film of white light fades from the woman's shoulders. A strange enhancement, if one could call it that. "A build, effectiveness? My messenger do not mistake me for some soldier. I go wherever the fates wish me to go, such simplicity in it. I need not a direction, for it will be given unto me. Your concern is noted, if that is w

A soft tone spoken as the girl began to leave, destroyed by the sudden exhaustion. "Then the deed is done, such curiosity in how a spark will alter steps along that journey. Best not forget." her words echo, before a crash of light sees her exit. Through the dark forest of memories, twisting and bending through the winding walks. Seeing all manner of creature in the lines between, glancing upon some symbology that was not completely lost on her. To some it would bring fear, or disbelief. But locked upon the woman's face, mixed with a lax composure, was a simple and disarming smile. Sounds play

The lily within the blonde's grasp began to sear, burning under a heat that it couldn't be. A small kindling blue flame taking to embers, breathing a soft glow across her face. "No? It appears Truth was made to manifest, betwixt the bitter drizzle that stained white linens. A voice is a soul, desperate to be heard. It will not wait idle, to be tapped. It must be nurtured, pruned and catered. The moment it finds silence, it will surely expire. Cast off such trouble and tribulation of the heart, find a strength to face hardship on fate's blessing. A pair of feet were not given to linger in the d

A twist of a pair of hands into the brush, removing but a single of a newly presented lily from something that could clearly not produce it. A lean down upon an uprisen root, folding her legs in a complacent and uncaring posture. "Who I am, an issue not. Icon I play is." An intensity, effervescent white eyes fueled by some digital magic. Another crash breathes new life into a marsh of sticky mud and water, in that flash a clearer picture before it fades. "Pursuit, a trail. A path walked." looking down to that small flower, still raised and cupped in a palm as a set of almost compassionate and

"Scared, of what? Of a storm that lays overhead. tis but a light, tis but rain, and it will pass." A single smile, as if knowing more than she let on. Tapping of a heeled boot into water, it would be immediately clear the woman was on the move with a stroll. The forest of memories shuttered with winds, sliding and bowing beneath a wave. The woman seemed to be virtually untouched by the torrential downpour, whereas the tank was sickly and damp. She'd vanish in the same strange oddity at which she'd appeared unless given chase. Dragging an outstretched hand across large darkened and wet spires o

A single somber hum, the soft pattering of a heel in a pond that matched the droplets that dart across it leaving ripples upon that clear surface. Dark and muggy and yet within that charged bolts of static, a raised hand with an almost velvet smooth black glove. Long swaying white hair parades past a set of shoulders, an almost porcelain like skin that stuck out along the grim and abysmal backdrop. "What an interesting and yet tragic show, twisted cables of the heart do well to ill you." a voice strong and yet curious. "Want and need, a question still. Is it desire, or necessity that leaves on

Ignore until 5/13 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things) Current Level: 11 Current SP: 27 SP Tracking: Item Upgrades: Garbage, too difficult to migrate. Easier to craft again

Custom Skill: ► All for One Cost: 10 SP Passive Requirements: Reach Paragon (50) with no skills ever purchased. Effect: The skill provides a vanity weapon known as 'Vengeance of Avon - Elsinore' which has the following enhancements: Damage 3, Cursed Narratively, this vanity weapon can borrow the appearance and some of the capability of any existing weapon that has ever been witnessed by the user. This includes sword art colors, shape, flame color, status effects etc. This is purely cosmetic. The weapon provided by this skill is treated as all weapon types and c

Purchased from Shield: Cost: 300 Col Becoming

Perchance alone, the woman happened upon a small little alcove in lush green. This being upon floor 8, in its sticky and clingy moisture. A relative rainforest that was rich in this morning stink. The crack of the fire that cast the orange among the emerald, being the only to show his presence. A single offering and a shared silence, currency exchanged to this vagabond that a line in red seemed to find. Through fortune, he was found, and his value was met with her own. Perhaps again, they would cross paths and she would partake again. If that road intertwined of its own accord. Purchased:

Through happenstance alone, she trickles into the building, aloof and wanderlust without care. A simplistic and adequate abode in mirrored glass with light punching every surface into almost blindness. Past it, a pair of steps lead into the body as the smells of varied flora are pungent and ripe. A few vials removed and the ring of a keeper beckons a completed transaction, the girl who mans it placing down a glass with a brew. For reasons unknown they had called to her, the fates ever smiling and swaying her hands. What remained is as to why, which would become clear of their own accord.

A silence upon this ever tall spire, the place was deserted it appeared. How she had ended up here remained a mystery, and further still the curiosity as to why. Something catches her eye, a smooth polished shield called to her in silver. She'd remove it and the moniker of its cost was a trifle. "A paltry sum for one such as you no?" She offered as a question, as a ring in her ears confirmed the same. Her Gemini buzzing, all the same, she'd bring it to the counter. The wonder was, would this suffice or should she await the owner to appear. Transferred 300 Col

Scattering off of her barrier again with one blinding flash of light while the others simply glanced and were redirected, it is shattered as if made of glass. Left in its wake, the final piece of the puzzle. She'd lean and pick it via her thumb and two fingers. Spinning it upright with a twist of her wrist. "Your purpose served, such a pity that despite being stationary still such trouble." she'd comment and begin to walk back for the city, the boars still filled with ire and anger but she had what she desired and was simply keen on discarding their intentions for what they were: unimportant.

A witty remark as she was beginning to find suited to the escort, his sarcasm was at least outside this place and its fabrication. "Simply use what was given, and keep not what is not necessary. I happened upon this garb by what some would call coincidence. But I am not that foolish, to forsake a blessing." looking to him with a smile, before a twist of an open hand casts the barrier in front of her with the charge of the beasts again, bolstering it with strength as the swell caused her hair to take flight, Iris ablaze with the system given energies. The first is cleaved in two, like a shard o

She'd parade out into the zone at which these beasts held sanctum, looking at them with a simple snort being their only response. She'd whistle sharply, causing them to stir. "No I have no weapon, and I shall not need it. This will be handled the same as my own reflection, and I will lift not a finger." They'd galavant about, looking at her agitated by the noise. Lifting her hands slightly at her side, as if raising from a pool of water she'd goad them. "I stand here upon this stage foul tyrant, would you not wish to spill my blood for my indiscretion?" she spoke with some bass in her voice, b

The smith still dumbfounded by the girl's inclusion he removes the parcel and pulls a string. It unfolds in his grasp like a lily, revealing a draught. The very same that she'd produced. "A potion, right you fixin' to offer me the same?" the smith would ask of her, she'd tilt as she was already making her leave. "Curious, I suppose I can offer you the same. A bond written, what my reward maybe remains to be seen." her comment as she stops. The NPC would go on "Reward would be a piece of weaponry forged by me, find me some boar pup tusks from hatchlings in the field. Five in count, sound agree