Nisahime

The soft crunch of sand beneath her feet allowing the group to list behind her if they should so choose. It seems their insistent line of questioning had far passed, and they had chosen to discover through interpretation and perception then simply asking. The woman's gaze would look upon the sand, finding it eerie that the weave had a point of weakness here above others. However the group that shadowed her would be necessary to deal with the random crustacean lest its massive feet would prove troublesome to any unearthed pit she'd unleash. Each footstep would lead her further along the shore,

Thread Closure: Nisahime | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.25] = 3845 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 576 col Eruda | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.25] = 5767 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 865 col Griswold | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 7] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.35] = 4845 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 726 col Setsuna | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.35] = 5537 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 830 col Celeste | [Word Count: 10253/10 =

The device she sought had been found, and although she wasn't confident in the stability of this place she'd have to find it permanently before she could meander the halls for real. "See to the others Peanut, let them know I plan on a return." She'd remark with a rake of his small, softball sized head. The orange fur rustled as it coos, and once she'd extend her arm it would rush down the length and jump from her palm. Taking a space in front of her, the animal would pay her a nod to which would be met with a smile. "First I need to get these reforged, but for that I need to seek Credne's anvi

*Optimal Turn Order change The woman nestles into a relic of the past, meandering down the halls as they screamed memories into a still fragmented retelling. About halfway down a stone hallway with doors, a small orange colored monkey would seek her out and rush up her left leg. "Peanut.." The woman offered with a smile, reaching her right hand up toward her shoulder and scratching underneath the creatures chin. A sharp howl as it remembered the woman's touch more then her appearance. At first he was antsy and cautious, yet now he was almost elated. "Where are the others?" She'd ask the b

The blackened chamber would be so hard to peruse until the woman sought out a dangling lantern, turning a singular dial would see a soft flicker begin to fill the area with orange light. Into a drawer the woman pulls it open to reveal old and tarnished silverware, and with a soft press of her hand she could feel the past bleed through her fingertips. "Hello old friends." The woman responds in the quietest tone, releasing the drawer and it slides shut virtually on its own. This is the point the woman would wander around a larger table, pushing in the chair and checking through a layer of shit o

A show of overwhelming superiority from the heralds had her filled with a mix of suspense and pride as she watched on eagerly, hoping to see them exceed their bestowed limits even further. The chains provided to them were still ever present and despite her attempts to break them entirely, it seemed they were stronger then she was first lead to believe. However given she'd seen quite a bit so far, and she needed to accomplish a thwart of these chains without her presence, she'd leave them to it. To the back wall, she'd press her hand into it like water. Something snaps and the wall would transi

*Optimal Turn Order As the room filled with light the woman couldn't be more ecstatic. The entire reason why the group was here in the first place had finally been scratched. As the flash bang cleared, and soft embers in white clung to nearly every surface the woman would respond in a way that none other present would. *clap clap clap* A round of applause as finally there was some obvious progress. "Well Done, Well Done~" the musical twist to her words as she'd take a gander on the slime king who was boiling and smoking given his proximity to where the skill had went off. "Now,

*Optimal Turn Order Eying the group expectantly Morrighan was eager to see how they'd fair. Some had already fought in this rodeo yet most of them had not, and a flash of silver on her eyes would goad the beast into a much more violent frenzy. "Now now, best not get hasty..." The woman remarked toward it as it scanned those closest to it and started swinging. A slow of its movement, as it would size up its competition and seek out the weakest among them. "That's a good boy. Now then, who has what it takes?" Her chipper and slightly conniving tone continued to play out, pushing the party t

Morrighan eyed her cohorts with an eager inspection, like an appraiser looking over fine jewelry. Another spark and those vigilant enough to catch it would see her iris take on a magnificent shade of silver, as some skill or cardinal function was being fired yet the effects would remain unseen. The slimes stir and scatter looking to keep up the pressure with some unnatural vigor, desperate to deal some damage to the party that was threatening the place they were spawned from. "It would appear that they are not going to take this sitting down." She'd offer the party with the most playful and tw

Still digging through the writhing mass of gear that was within the ancients domain. An eerily fitting name for the beast, but perhaps it wasn't due to its age. But that which what it was guarding? The bits and pieces continue to be flung behind the woman, a helmet, or an old broken sword with no point. Looked like the least impressive pile of crap to anyone, and yet here is where her attentions seemed so whole heartedly focused. As she rummages she sets her hands upon some strange necklace, a single dangling icon hanging limply upon a gilded chain. A very mischievous grin paints itself upon h

As the titan fell the group minus her would rush upon its front, using the massive complex of bark skin as a floor. Eagerly they sought out whatever wounds or soft spots to put it down before there was any chance of rebuttal. Meanwhile, the silver haired woman would seek out the nearby treeline and remain in close proximity. There was an object to which she sought here, but this one not quite like the others. Strange that it would find itself here of all places. Shuffling through the pile of crap that was left in the area, perhaps left overs from past excursions or worse. The woman would remai

The simplest of gestures seems to send Eruda into an explosive spark. Seems that the girl was still learning the deeper nuance in the gift she had received still. It was a bit obtuse that they all seemed to be so far behind her expectations, yet she shouldn't be surprised given they lacked the same escapades that lead her to a much more explosive success. "That's it?" The woman goads finding a space to claim on the wall, folding her arms across her chest and taking a pose that would portray that which she borrowed her newfound english from. Her expectation was a lot more prevelant then to the

Through the side passages the woman would skirt into view, revealing herself as the shadows cast start to peel away. Face to face with the party as Shiina yells out, she'd offer them a somber yet playful grin. "Welcome, persistent aren't we?" She'd look them over and notice the additions from times prior. "It's been some time, hasn't it? I am curious how far you've moved along down that road?" Morrighan goads as she starts to stroll, as if beckoning them deeper into the depths of the sewers, toward an awaiting trial fitting their sudden and consistent pursuit. Answers taught not through words

Down familiar halls the woman wanders from the front of an altar now discovered, its powers found amicable a form of battery. It wouldn't be long before the others would find themselves down in these depths, through a murmur of stars and a traveled path of the past. The soft splashes of water upon puddles in darkened and dank walkways. The soft silver glow of her eyes and a star in her right hand, the woman moves eagerly toward the arena to where the slime king would hold. Creatures slinking too and from just outside of eyesight, proving their existence with every slurping mass. Yet such proxi

*Optimal Turn Order Change Stepping across the still lake the woman would find herself out into its center. Behind her the battle raged on in constant explosions and flashes of light, much akin to a scifi warzone. Each footstep offers a gentle ripple from where they are placed, a soft reverberation and echo out. It would be here where the woman starts to sink down, scanning the water carefully for some semblance of the object she sought. A tap of her feet, leaning into her knees in a few different spaces before the soft white glow bleeds up from somewhere deep below. A quick glance back t

Slowly strolling down the mountain as the other players tear total ass down it, as if their bread was in an oven. "You all definitely have some serious pacing issues." The woman goads as they rush past into the newly produced fray, intending to circle kick the giant orange mammoth to death before it even had a chance to act. However despite their fervor, she would carry her normal and modest pace. It takes her a few minutes to finally reach the bottom of the hill and the players were already knee deep in tearing the fish apart. "Don't kill it too fast now." The woman remarks as she starts to s

Shiina yells out loud, having found what was presumably the creature they were supposed to seek out. "Don't look at me. Normally you all take the lead on these things and constantly interrupt me. This is not at all why I am here." Spoken the thing rushes clean past her, between her and Raidou. The boy would look at her with a judgmental blink of his eyes, as if disbelief how little she was willing to contribute. "Just because you don't have to chase me around doesn't mean I am here to assist you. Trials and tribulations are not as such without difficulty. Chop Chop~" The woman goads with a sli

The undisturbed lake glared back at her, as the sun hit the surface. It shined in the most brilliant of lights as the water sways harmlessly under the softest of breeze. Within mere moments the water stirs and the woman meanders out to the edge of the dock. Recalling the event and the starfield above, during a dimly lit night and the events that followed. Time had moved forward and seemed to pass it by, and the floor itself seemed to have forgotten what had come before. The hole was gone, the sky still that bright shade of blue. A cloud here or there, but a perfect day. Yet a single object see

Standard Recovery +4 EN Just beyond where the group was ripping away at the droves of hostiles that broke up the path, it would seem they were just as desperate as they were prior. The consistency was admirable yet it showed that their bindings were broken, they were free to choose a path and foster her own and yet they chose to blind that path in her footsteps. Those players still had a lot to learn, some things to not learn, and a lot of time to nurture those lessons. Which was the fact that made their constant pursuit that much more problematic. Instead of focusing their efforts toward

The woman would just seem to stand there, watching in her resolute silence. As if this were a movie or some sort of play, eagerly anticipating the next moment yet her blank expression minus the smile would not elude to much. It was a curious thing, these players and their drastic attempts to thwart or interrupt her at every turn. Despite them being told not to, despite the fact they were warned the cost of digging away at questions best left unsolved. Another flash of silver affirms her intentions and it was as if the beast reciprocated that intention. But really this was a trial and tribulati

It would seem right on queue, the players had helped themselves into the encounter. As expected they were quick to rush into combat, the white haired woman staring them down moments before the dragon had taken to its respective perch. After all, this was the creatures chosen nest and they had all foolishly rushed into it. It would also appear that they were already giving it hell to pay for its existence. "Clever." the woman goads with the Dragon between her and the rest of their respective party. A flash of silver on her eyes mirrors the purple surge that was blinking above the creatures eyes

Through the chasms of blackened walls, the maze to which the shrines of light dwelled. The pinnacle of a feminine form, a statue adorned with wings and a singular two handed sword clasped within its clutches. Inverted like a cross, the statue leans upon it. It was as if it was in a deep slumber, and Morrighan was no stranger to these apparatus. Yet her escapades had let her elsewhere today. Within the heat, a creature proved to be retching sharp outcries into the looming skies. As if a portrayal of its ire to any that would cross into its domain. Despite this, the woman saunters beyond the gat

Walking the length of the altar, the woman slides her hand across the rough top. "Do you know what this is?" Morrighan remarks as Raidou moves to greet her. Looking to the boy as she rounds the backside of it. His adamant demeanor and lack of response portrait his intentions yet she still would continue. "This, is a very special place that shouldn't exist... Out of induced protections yet I have broken in." The woman presses her hands into the top, causing them to disappear into the top as if it were a basin of water. Yet it was clearly stone. "Within the chasm where Tuatha De Danaan once lied

The woman seems to simply slip into the room out of god knows where, as if she just appeared from a dark corner. "My My, awfully persistent today it would seem." Her words easily echo over the pungent sounds of conflict as the party was harrowing the creatures to which they knew nothing about. Hidden within the walls they struck against their foes without a slightest idea to their origin or reason for being. As they struck back against their aggressors and bits and pieces were flung about the chamber, colored lights screaming off and sliding right past her. She simply strolls through the confl

*Optimal Turn Order reorder Coming up with a singular black feather, she hold it aloft. Her inquiry having finally offered her that which what she sought. The smallest of items, and insignificant to most but to her they were very important. A flash of white light sees it vanish away, and she tilts and stands up. Tapping her knees, she checks the pulse of the current group and questions further involvement. After all, they'd lasted this long. Silently each participant measured and analyzed, and she stop on each. Like a gardener those seeds were bearing fruit, and as the proprietor she coul