Nian

<<[v2.6] The Traveler>> Huh. So it wasn't just her out on a mission today, it seemed. Talk about arbiters coming out to play. Some lowlife wanted their goods returned to them, having lost some crates in the desert. And the great heavens above had deigned it fortuitous that the emperor take it for the day, out of all the other pleas, appeals and requests sent her way. The thought that some serfs couldn't even bring themselves to venture out into some field for a measly few hours was repulsive. Even with Nian's training, she'd still found the reflex to have wanted to gag.

It was as though the potions had the tag 'Clearance' on them. Of course, Nian hadn't expected to enter the shop in the first place; Bistro kept it warded off from entry whilst she got her bearings in order. As for how she gained entry, and how she got to find the alchemist? A story for another time. This one is about the exchange of potions from one player to another. She tallied five of them. Almost tempted to take a swig out of a bottle -- but decided to save it for later. The emperor could hold onto her temptations.

Rarely had anything ever been suited to fit her purpose. This was no exception, the omamori frayed at its edges, seams visibly cut at certain edges before being tucked into itself under more fabric. The make up of the trinket wouldn't escape her. Yet, it did look good with her outfit. Even if it were to fool a commoner's perception merely in passing, a king was nothing to a little hindrance, a little suffering for the masses. After all, it was their duty to look after their subjects. "So I'll be taking this," Nian announced to no one aloud. Before the shopkeeper could even more, she'

She'd expected the requests to be completed within a few hours, but couldn't help to stay just to inspect the rest of the available apparel. Had anything been eye-catching enough, it would have had to gone into her wardrobe. Nothing. And by the time she'd done looking through the swath of goods available, the tailor was back. "Should do the trick. Try them on and make sure they're a good fit." "Right." The jacket fit perfectly. It suited Nian's tastes well -- Aincrad would start to grow colder soon with the coming winter. As for the weapons, they were exactly as she needed;

No word? No problem. There were always alternatives, even if that last rumor did leave a sour note on the tip of her tongue. Down the streets of the first, in an alleyway she swore she'd never be caught in had it not been out of desperation, there rested a shop that held clothing of her liking. Comfortable wear. Delicate touch. Nian's quick verification of the shopkeeper's stock was but a refined assessment of his skills -- when she was certain the fabrics would be fitted to her liking, three papers fell onto the counter, along with a stern yet positive gaze and a nod. He knew what t

There it was. Perfection. Either it had been the spikes upon the armor piece that stole her breath away, ground to a sharp point difficult for opponents to ignore. Or it was the intricacies of the piece, details etched into metal in a mesmerizing structure, that Nian knew her vision for the piece had come true. But it was with an exhale that her instincts returned, a rugged thumb brushing over the plate with extreme caution. Something was off. The measurements? Not by more than a smidgen. The player quickly donned the equipment, mind running through calculations for flexib

The sign outside the shop read 'Go Away'. But Nian's quest was much more important. Surely the rules could be bent for her alone. It was only when she'd entered the store, passed through the creaky, shambling door that she then noticed the error of her plans. For starters, the shop was as dead as a ghost town, despite the rumors that there might have been someone with a specific set of skills living there. Still, the letters of request came down onto what horizontal surface first made itself known to her through the dim light of the outdoors. Red eyes searched through the mist -- but evid

—Artisan is permanently closed. DO NOT ASK— (So, what? The shop was called 'The Sword' now?) An orders fell onto the desk of the blacksmith, spacious fields scrawled out with varying details in large, capitalized letters. The writing looked neat and prim, but the blot of the pen's ink seemed to dictate more haste than its author meant to convey. "Here. Make these. And be as precise as you can with the measurements." With a quick finger, she tapped the request near the top, where her name was signed. "Message me when they're done." With that, the customer bailed from the sto

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first post stats [[ N I A N ]] Lv. 14 | NIAN | HP: 280/280 | EN: 46/46 | DMG: 16 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 1 | MIT: 36 | LD: 3

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[[ N I A N ]] || M A J I N || REAL NAME: HUANG YING MIN (皇英敏) || AGE: 22 -> 24 || GENDER: F || BIRTHDAY: JUNE 23 || HEIGHT: 173cm || WEIGHT: 68.4kg || ORIGIN: HONG KONG || FACE CLAIM: ODA NOBUNAGA, FATE SERIES There are three things that one should note when it comes to Nian. The first: Nian is delusional. Do not trust Nian's words. The second: Nian is a firecracker; loud, fiery and by all means unstoppable. Stay away. The third: Nian is an idiot. Welcome to Aincrad, you idiot. history virtues flaws notes