Nisahime

*Optimal Turn Order Grasping the map between her two palms, a bright white light engulfs the entire group rendering them blind for the better part of a minute. What they feel is a ruthless coldness, winds blowing around them at a rapid speed as specks of freezing rain would hit their frames. Morrighan walks forward leaving the group huddled in the deep misted storm that took hold of Sneachta. Glancing back, “You wanted this” saying before making her way toward the destination she sought. Morrighan wasn't impeded by the snow, could see perfectly where the path would lead. Reaching a

Combat Ends, Rhino's Horn Debuff Fades, Turn Order Change It was so silent, not sure if Morrighan found it more annoying or amusing that Raidou couldn’t keep his eyes off. By now they would know that Morrighan would leave to do what she had to soon. Also knew that nothing she did was going to stop these little soldiers from trying to follow. Maybe this time, an exception could be made. Pointing toward the water, “Company awaits,” all eyes were in that direction but not Raidou’s. Walking through the water, boots not getting wet rather just splashing off. Stepping around the man, “You can t

Morrighan saw that Raidou was watching her very carefully. It was quite intriguing how oh so fascinated they were with her. It was almost an oddity to them that this place was frequented yet every day for the past week they have been right here bursting the little distraction that was put between Morrighan and what was needed to finish that final gear. Was a bit surprised that they seemed to have nothing else to do but follow. These people were not dressed for where she had to go. That would be a very rude awakening but A for effort. Trailing through the sands, circling the tides that threaten

Right on que, everyone shows up in the oh so early light. The sun was just rising but they seemed so desperate to catch her in the act of what exactly? They would keep running into more trouble than it was worth and Morrighan will keep having to save their bacon because their leader was noisy. Just beneath the shallow waters comes the large crab, also on time. Glancing around at the group, Morrighan finds that Raidou is paying a special eye to her. Curious what his plans were to stay in proximity was. Where she was going, it will be a tough place to keep a visual on her let alone everything el

Down the constantly familiar sands of the beach, a obvious port hole into places beyond. Morrighan found it interesting that this is where it was so easy to punch into any manner of odd location, but was it really that strange? The quest that held itself here would prove an adequate guardian, moreover when it would respond before anyone could take an honest look. This spoke leagues into why she so readily accepted aid from the members that frequently intended to interfere and yet aided her efforts. The waves stir just as readily, so early in the morning. She'd wait calmly as the shore as she'd

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An interest as the woman continued to cordon off an area of the beach, where most she'd offer nothing more then a simple dismissal she'd offer a deeper albeit fleeting explanation. "You don't remember? Unfortunate." a playful suggestion with a click of her tongue that would take her to an aloof stare over her right shoulder. "Credne's mallet. I need a gateway to the depths of Baol." Morrighan offers it so readily and spoken with enough moxie to confirm its truth in its believability. "As for the dirty work, you lot more then had it handled. No learning when a hand is held an all that." Her eye

As the player sought out the first door of many, taking an ounce of caution as to not step into the wrong part of her own psyche. Flames perched high upon its sides would snuff out from the torches, and that gilded ivory door would turn blue once its handle is clasped and reshape itself instantly. This one took the shape of pull bar the moment its touched, as if divining the place to which it would lead and the choice was chosen. A black abyss stared back savagely and without warning as it would reach out in blackened tongues, vines topped with barbs but color stricken from them. Like a rose b

When placed upon the stones and allowing a stillness to overtake their mind, the player will find sound itself begin to become so small. The wind moves to silence, the trees no longer allowing their voices to be heard. What remains is the subdued cascading of the waterfall, the only notable noise. Then it would hit *drip* The sound of a single droplet striking a puddle in an empty cave, and with it weightlessness, the slight feeling of falling *drip* Again that sound like a raindrop is heard and it would send shivers down the spine, as the body seemed to become numb. *

Out of the central structure as another guardian of this place would pray upon her chosen imbeciles who so haphazardly wandered into the depths of a place they did not understand. A shout across the room would be so earnestly carried, loud in volume: "Why have you come here? Not a single one of you understand danger very well." A sarcastic twist on the final segment of that sentence. After which she slowly begins to walk the distance across the chamber, the small gemstone in her clutches ready to serve its future purpose. The clapping of water as she'd take each step, the foot deep liquid bein

The echoes of combat would see themselves within the chamber, causing Morrighan to offer a very tired sigh. "I see my heralds have found themselves a door to get themselves killed in." she'd look back to the pool and stir her finger inside of it. "Aer, the tear. I need to go spank some children for getting into things." the bowl would start to glow in a nearly blinding flare of cyan. When the light would fade, just beneath the waters surface was a gemstone in the shape of a raindrop. Its color a light purple, and the woman would claim it from inside. "I will hold it dear, Aer. Hold out just a

A swift wind blows along the top of trees, as strings of webbing are misted with the soft twinkle of an incandescent waft. That gentle reminder met eagerly on that draft, offering the stone of change down a winding path that would lead it to the future. Further beyond, the sapphire blue sky held its stark contrast to the green and pressed upon the eyes a magnificent composure. Leaves dance wistfully to the ground, showing their joy in this silent serenity. Many come to scale the mountains that lingered beyond the Ruins of Tsjericanth, eagerly seeking redemption and the peace it would allow. Th

That muted voice would struggle to make its presence known, but Morrighan would offer a response to it. "I have come to seek the blessings of the spirit, my armor is damaged." pressing an index into the basin sees it ripple. With those ripples the voice would ring out again as if distorted, the first segment almost too problematic to understand. Almost as if reversed. "I see, how long has it been?" As if the ripples were its voice. "Century, Aer. I am a much different person then when we last spoke." The white haired woman replies before shifting her finger to create more vibrations. "I can ha

Down in the dimly lit halls of blue, the gentle trickle of water on both sides. It glowed in a soft cyan that was akin to that of the glow of a campfire. A simple wrought iron fence would provide a barrier to prevent falling into that water, but only loosely if you were quite persistent. Morrighan however would seek the center passed this walkway, a square chamber with a single feature: A port hole centered inside that square. As the woman approaches the basin and leans forward her hair cascading off her shoulder and finding itself halted upon the rim. "Aer, can you hear me?" Her voice echoes

Pivoting up from her seated position, the small chain in her right hand disappearing in a flash of white light. "Welcome to this elegant charade, now tell me. Are we excited to fight the same damn thing over and over?" She'd look to the group with an sense of joy, one so believable it would be hard to tell if she was serious or not. The party would look at her with exhausted and tired expressions. "Everyone looks so delighted, I must say I can feel your coming excitement. Well your in luck..." She'd offer a point toward a far end of the beach, as the creature began to clamber itself free from

Down the length of familiar sands, in her hand a small disk hung limply on a chain. On its outside a small fracture to which would need to be repaired before it would be made functional. At the crest to where an island once stood, its guardian traded for a much larger one. The woman lifts the small device that looked almost like a keychain, casting its backdrop as the clouds above. "Prufor tutela, i' bracchiis meis iterum" Tapping it with her left index finger sees it sway before clasping it in her right palm. Back to the string of faces that would accompany and secure her efforts upon this be

Leaning against a tree, watching the show. It was being put down pretty quickly, impressive. Stretching out those fingers, they fit perfectly they just needed to be worked in. It was only a matter of time that Morrighan would have her full set of armor. Would be like old times. That bastard would get what was coming to him soon enough, these warriors just needed a little more work. They were already starting to work together, and had one another's back. That right there was a good honest sign. Everything was falling into place, but a few more puzzle pieces still had to be placed. Readjusting t

*Optimal Turn Reorder Taking the gloves in hand, pulling each one up to arms length. Long black fabric, fingertips wiggled into view. “Quite the repair, well done.” only one would know that this specifically made cloth was warmer than normal when put on. Could withstand heat that even gods themselves couldn’t touch without burning their own flesh. Turning to the door she had come from, some of the fake gods were standing in front of it. “Have it your way” holding out a hand, pointing a finger toward them. They all back up waiting for some form of attack. Morrighan just draws a line straig

The giant marble doors swing open, a large table wrapped with chairs. Figures sat in each seat, there had been a few new additions as of late. The oddly dressed fella’s started searching for papers that were now littered all over the white platform. Morrighan’s footsteps echoed in the empty coliseum as she made her way towards the display cases in the far back right corner. “Uh, miss you are not supposed to be here. There is no indication in our records that we sent you an invite.” Morrighan ignores them completely as her hands are placed on a case. “You can’t touch those, they are our most pr

Giving a sigh as she watches everyone just stand there lost. The things they seek were clear as day, right behind them crawling out of the tides that washed over the sands. “It seems that you need to get your eyes checked, have you looked in the water yet?” Morrighan points toward them. “If it was a snake it would have already eaten you alive…” Seeing the group glance to the ocean before realizing that they were actually there. With that Morrighan turns and starts walking away from the group. “Good luck” calling out behind before snapping her fingers, a staircase appears, the woman smiles. The

Combat Ended, Trolls Blood Reset Eyes scanned the group, it was clear that they were fairing very well. It seemed as though they grew tired of fending off the same monster on repeat, it was almost time to make this session more interesting. Soon the door to greatness would open and they would find themselves with a far more challenging task, or maybe not. Only time would tell, but first she would help speed this small endeavor along. Glancing around the sands with no real sight on what was being looked for. The group would find them eventually, walking a few steps toward the water. Morrig

Seeing that everyone arrived right on queue, it wasn’t going to be long now. Deciding that this morning Morrighan would just let them put this creature to rest. Making it more difficult would prove to be inefficient given that the end goal was different today. The crab was just an inconvenient problem and it had to be eradicated before she could follow through with her plans. Wondering if they would notice the difference in strength with the abomination, only time would tell. Getting up from where she sat, dusting herself off. “Good Luck.” turning, giving a coy smile, walking a bit further fro

A smile as the children rushed off to play with the guardian of this domain, eagerly aiming to put the beast down. It would seem as though they were working along fine, and within this moment of pause she'd meander down the length of the beach. Sword swings, explosions and screams would play nothing more then background noise as they fought valiantly. "Messenger no longer, a denizen here you will stay. The irony is no more fitting a subject, given the lack of a soul. Yet your goals align with my own. Even now your tether will provide me, no longer Takeshi or the true lord. A shell without its

Sitting on the edge of the beach, gentle waves of water slowly moving up to greet her before retreating. The sand beneath her stuck limply to one another, painted dark with moisture and cut a grove before being erased. The gentle breeze caused that white hair pure as snow to dance, and the stirring would be the only notable sound. To her right side, a singular stone sat and with it a fragment of the past. It wouldn't be too long now, assuredly so. Through chance, through determination a path walked for nigh a century. Lives lived and lives lost, there was a time that this lake was filled with

A gentle smile as players in droves started to break the tree line like emissaries, circling her and taking in the view to which she was. "It has hasn't it?" The woman remarked without averting her gaze from the clear blue sea of coral. "I must say I appreciate your gift, it has been most helpful in these recent days." The illumination on her eyes fading to reveal the stark vibrant sapphire denoting Kirin. Morrighan would look to others that would offer her shock and confusion. "What? You didn't put that together? Think of us as office workers who pass by the same water cooler. Some times you