Nisahime

Nisa would look to the girl as she'd just begin to spout off in a consistent dribble. "And whose fault is that?" the girl would hoist a bag of flour up to her right shoulder, as her appearance would take to her travel attire. "Simpler yes, better? Nope." The girl would turn and make movements for the door, offering a wave to Alissa before opening up to reveal the sunshine. "Tell me Freya, how many times were you almost eaten by a dragon in your old life? How much did you really have to worry about?" She'd adjust the bag of flour before walking down the set of stairs that held up the entryway.

Kept to the girls heels, Nisa would look on as Freya would share some words with Alissa. Seemed despite the changes that this girl had somehow remained. As Freya would again turn to handing coin and letting others do her work for her, Nisa couldn't help but sigh in an exhaustive irritation. "Your never going to learn anything unless... Alissa!" Nisa would bark up into the rafters, causing the girl to pause. "She is going to do it, these damn people have forgotten how to do any sort of honest work I swear." Causing the NPC red head to stair back with a smile, as if she was waiting for it.

As the forces of the abyss would continue to enter the chamber in wave after wave, Morrighan would make it to the back side. Opposite the stairs they descended down, the woman would begin to inspect the entryway. It would appear that the barriers were in place in full swing, which means that this place was likely completely untouched. Until now. The woman would look back at the little gathering, and it would appear that they were doing quite well against the coming forces. Hopefully they could hold out long enough to actually make it to the end. There was a conversation she had to hold, so des

*Rhino's Horns Reset due to combat end, -> Moved Floor 27 A break into a couple hearty claps, about as condescending as always. "Good job, pretty punctual in comparison to before." Morrighan offers as she'd lift a single slip of red paper. It would look almost like a japanese style talisman. "I got what I need, come along." she'd offer them as the group would be invited to follow along behind her. The pass she needed was hidden in the walls of a cavern deep underground, what an easy find when you knew where to look. Yet not many would know what the hell they stumbled upon or even how t

As soon as the rabble from prior would reconvene with the woman in white hair, as she had found her way downward rather quickly. "Thank you all for arriving so readily." She'd remark with an obvious hint of sarcasm, twisted into a tone that would convey the opposite. The giant in the room would stir just as fast, moving a heavy club in its right hand up in defiance and tapping it twice upon the rough hewn stone for good measure. Heavy slams echo off the walls in loud booms. "Oh dear, I don't think he likes you lot." she'd offer as the woman would start to run her hand along the stone on the fa

The woman would stop noticing yet another trembling bleeding itself through the terrain, showing truly that there was a bit more frequenting the area then usual. However still, this proved that they would need to handle this batch before they could progress. "I think I see a spot you all missed." She'd goad with an extended left arm, offering a point to where the wiggling lay. A curious little form of stasis, these little prying eyes provided. A brief distraction to slow them down if nothing else. This would be the point where Morrighan would leave them to it, moving hastily for the point at w

*Optimal Turn Order Shift A slow and nearly patronizing clap of her hands, she'd watch on as the party would tear their respective foe limb from digital limb. The thing could barely stand at all, let alone turn to face the group. They were becoming rather proficient in their slaughtering of this insistent nuisance. "You think he felt that one?" The woman would goad from her place upon the shore, counting down the seconds once those prying eyes would finally be removed from the playing field. The soft crunch of sand as she'd start to trace the fault lines, looking for a place where she cou

A turn of her hand would see it seek out the space in the sand. A point to where the crab would inevitably emerge. "It needs to be handled, otherwise it will prevent my exit." She'd offer those that stood near her upon the waters edge. "I do not want our overseer to know what I have planned, and I am convinced there are a number of bells in place to ring if anything is amiss. That is why I welcome your intrusion so readily. You can at least make yourselves useful." She'd not elude to the deeper facts of the matter, or dig in deeper as to what her plan fully entailed. Hell at the end of the day

A sense of normalcy, an attire worn yet transitioned away just as quickly as it could be. Freya was more then capable of finishing her studies, and motions would carry the white haired woman back to her own pale reflection. It was how the game saw her, not how she would view herself. Moreover her circumventing of the games restrictions and the undermining of the over watch that would forbid her to act had been making movement. She knew what she had to do, and the assistant in that escapade was the blonde. Mimicking her behavior, her mindset and her restrictions would fool the system into belie

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Following the girl through the more player defined routes, not used to the shift in tempo. It was almost painfully slow to travel like this, but Nisa would oblige her way of doing things for now. The familiar farmlands met with a windmill that spun lightly on the coming wind. The barley and wheat being folded as the wind would blow. A sharp inhale and exhale from Nisa would remind her so gracefully where her journey began all that time ago. A mid day sun, the bleating of sheep. "Wonder if Duncan is still around here somewhere..." She'd murmur beneath her breath, recalling the memory where not

Thread Closure: Nisahime | [Word Count: 4236/10 = 423.6] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 1601 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 240 col Griswold | [Word Count: 4236/10 = 423.6] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 2135 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 320 col Simmone | [Word Count: 4236/10 = 423.6] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 2135 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 320 col Shiina | [Word Count: 4236/10 = 423.6] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 2135 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 320 col 1 Pag

This was just about over, Morrighan knew that it wouldn't be more then a few moments. This was her opportunity, before the creature was slain. She'd close the gap she'd held from the group for most of this encounter, the clicking of her heels seemed to echo at a much harsher audio then they should. Next to Griswold she'd kneel, staring down at the bound foe and into its empty eyes. "You are unfit for a crown, one you were made to wear. You are no king, and your sovereignty is nothing more then a farce." The woman would respond with a cold malice, looking upon its jagged crown with irritation.

The halberd would rush past her, spiraling into the white fog and creating a temporary clearing as it passes by. The players had earnestly become quite powerful in their own right, proving that the shackles broken had allowed them all to reach much greater heights. This was reflecting the changes that were occurring elsewhere, that which their binding was held were gaining power in equal measure. Although the power they'd wield would only be a small fraction, it gave her the very thing she needed to remain strong. Such was the way of a contract formed, which doubled down on these facsimile. Th

*Optimal Turn Order The spark had done the trick, offering just a little more to the others. Ebbing on the side of caution as to not draw the attentions too hastily of the games master. She was yet ready to face him directly, and without her partner she would likely have to prepare in heavier magnitudes. Despite that this world was not her own, the people trapped within it were. Her investment would be equal to her partners, and was why she took such a direct interest to restoring his pride. If he could find the strength to stand again, by her side then when the inevitable conflict would

*Optimal Turn Order Change Morrighan rights herself, standing much taller. The king lay upon the floor and the party that had come to her from all walks had begin to circle the betrayer like wolves upon a bleeding doe. "There will be blood... and it will fill an ocean." The woman remarked as the light in her eyes would shift away, revealing the sapphire blue iris to which most would come to recognize by now. From this point her manifested incorporeal mirage would fade away, rejoining the mists as if they were dissolving back into non existence. A truest reflection hidden beyond that which

Another bolt flares and skips down from above, skittering and forking into small veins as it roars for her. Morrighan lifts an open palm, seeing it discharge across her hand quite easily. Like water striking a solid boulder, it is split and roars past her colliding with the floor beneath her feet. One that couldn't even be witnessed given all the fog. "I am glad you all have found your way here." The woman remarks looking back to them, given she was already pushing boundaries that was likely to draw unwanted attentions from the games overlord. "I suppose this will be much easier if you can dea

Through the somber mists of Tomoika, in a hidden crevice to which most did not dear to tread. A thunderstorm would ring out overhead, aggressively foreshadowing and warning those that would be foolish enough to leave. Yet the woman would look down the pathway with a stoic expression written upon her face. Undeterred and determined to harness the lingering fragment of what she needed to obtain. The click of her heels as she starts to wander down the hill, toward the lingering white fog that danced across the floor like dry ice. It was bitter cold, unwelcoming. "My My... Aren't we feeling import

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"11th grade, huh?" the girl would respond in an equal jarring twist on the phrase. She didn't pay that much attention to the going on to understand a whole 'grading system'. Freya continued to scrawl down, and Nisa would offer her the moment to actually jot it all down. "Got it? Good." Nisa would listen on as the blonde would begin to list out sources for the various ingredients. "You can call it the Town of Beginnings, theoretically that name is more correct now. Even though its weird to me. I understand as much. Also no, I don't think the wheat fields around here are going to be robust enoug

In an hours time, Nisa would walk through the town of beginnings wearing an appearance that had not been in this place for quite some time. Even moreover she had to get familiar with the subtle differences that built up to major ones over such a long stint. A lot of the locations were different and the city was much larger. Ironically it would be the clock tower that still stood that would cement her sense of direction. Scanning the stalls and trading bits of coin that she'd managed to scrounge together from different places. One being a ruined tower, others being in the depths of a sewer. Alt

Unfolding her arms, Nisa would push herself from the guard rail and look at Freya as she'd pay her a sigh. The fomorians had taken to collecting the rubbish from the streets, as they always had. Likely to be used for some random bandage or whatever. "First, what are you doing with those groceries? Second, we will be making a trip to the town of beginnings. I hope you brought go-col. Col. because your going to be responsible for buying what I tell you to." Spoken like a set of instructions that commanded a sense of authority that clearly did not match her visible age. A few steps from the girl

The woman would look Freya up and down as she'd toss her groceries back toward the fomor without even a second thought. "That was a little dramatic don't you think?" A number of the nearby citizens would be visibly in agreement with her as they'd stop and stare at the pairing. "Eruda isn't going to be able to make anything good out of rubbish. Sometimes garbage is garbage. Without a dry oven she is going to end up with nothing more then scrap. Although I wouldn't expect anyone to understand that. There objects with quality and those without. Like your most recently returned purchase." Nisa wou

Pulling the final strand would see the thing come into a solid shape. "Not my best work, but clearly better then anything your finding in a store these days." Nisa looks down and grabs both sides, tugging it apart and seeing how readily it snaps back into shape. "You shouldn't take those, unless your sister is familiar with a dry oven your not going to get anywhere with them. The threadwork is a little off, probably do to the poor quality of the fabric." That sentence interpreted by the shop keeper who was within earshot. "Hey, if your going to be judging my good quality perhaps do it somewher

A pull of a needle through the fabric as she continues to fold and cross stitch feverishly, the NPC before her still riddled in a stupor. Here this girl was, taking up the main space of his stall seeming to sew right in the damn way. The guy didn't know how to respond. "Damn..." she'd respond to further accent his confusion without any context. "More fabric please." the girl would gesture to another section of folded white cloth as she'd cast the incomplete white headband to the ground as if it were rubbish. It would be at this point she'd be met with the daughter of sorrow, the very same that