Nisahime

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

Exiting the building that Zackariah was housed, his parcel to deliver in her grasp. A calm sway with it held loosely in her hands, unwavering and patient where most would draw irritation. To most these fetch quests would seed a sense of being made an errand boy. But not she, for Morrighan was beside such troubling feelings that would cause her pause. The woman had not looked back to see if Freyd was following for her path was clear now, getting to the blacksmith without any hitch. She'd seem lost for a moment in a trance, watching the metal be worked before she spoke. "Smith..." She'd speak lo

Wandering about the stalls seemingly aimless she happens upon a building through the festival air, strange as usually, they close when an event such this was kindled. Humble and yet familiar, she'd wander to what was waiting for those that would seek it out. With a flow of her hair cascading from her back as she'd lean forward, Nissa offers an index in a slow pointer. "I would like two of these, If I may. A pity the fiery dragon rolls are out of stock, I would have loved to try them out." Producing the coin provided by the system, she'd exchange it for her purchase. Request for one T1 Fie

She'd appear, the raven that took up stead here with a mirror of black upon her scalp as if she was there but seemingly swallowed by the darkness around her. She'd drift her gaze out of one of the windows of the abode, watching the idle passerby stretch their legs upon a glimmered glowing stone. Was she one of them? These people with no purpose... Eventually, a return by the owner, Nissa takes the bundled memorabilia as a wish to hold on to what was slipping as they were important but unsure as to why. She'd mutter a word in aloof greeting and farewell the same. "The fates always have a w

Entering the abode to the jingle of a bell and feeling rather turned around, a permanent white frost that was her hair parading off of her shoulders. "I am in need of a few things, If you would be so kind as to do me the pleasure." she'd ask as the words fell from her lips more than being spoken. Soft and honeyed she'd look for the shopkeeper, unsure as to who to expect. She'd wait patiently for she had no problems doing what she must, good things came to those that waited and she had nothing but time at her fingertips. Payment rendered: 10 T1 Materials Item Name: Soul Tether - Azu

Username: Nisahime Real name: Age: Gender: Female Height: 5'10 About Virtues: Stalwart/Fearless: The woman seems to have no worry or sense of fear as if she assumes she is infallible. She does not have concern or remorse in her actions, each act of attack or defense is almost rhythmic in its execution as if it is rehearsed. It can come off to some as a bit jarring especially when things are seeming dire. Stable: Emotion seems absent and as a result, her action