Celeste

Paragon (5/10): Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting

Right on cue, the beast of a woman offers another broad stroke of her cleaver like great sword. It blindsides an awaiting mess of liquid and proceeds to scatter its bits all across the open room. The creature is forced through the slots of a metal ceiling panel so graciously provided by a stomped foot. What flies out of the opposing side looks something akin to molding string cheese. "Ugh. You got that right." Celeste goads weighing her own attire and finding not only ichorous patches of soup stuck to her, but small burn holes from acid blood and the like. Her outfit was holding in there

Freyd vanishes into a puff a smoke, disappearing into the shadows as they coalesce in the center of the room. Beneath that display of power, the various outcries of the creatures caught in the blast give Celeste a sense of direction. Ripping up her cleaver style great sword, seeing bits of the floor being dragged up with it. An exhale sees her breathe visible, an aftershock of the all consuming shadows. A metallic clank as she grips the handle, giving it a twist as she eyes down its length. Flames jump down its length as if a violent showing of her intention. The moment the light returns,

Standing in a huff, a single piece of jawbone sticking out of her hair. "Enough is a fucking 'nough!" Celeste screams, as a sudden flare of heat begins to bleed off her distorting light like an oven. On the tips of her shoulders, sapphire blue flames of fate breathe themselves to life. Fishing her weapon up with one solid jerk of her right arm, torn free from its embarrassment beneath the refuse. It slams into the ground and cuts a grove into the stone with heft. Her feet begin to carry her, and behind her a scraping trough in the stone. "Fuck..." she exhumes under belated breath as she p

As a black covered hand wormed its way into a the pile of bone, it found purchase on something soft. "HEY!" Celeste barked, as she found herself dragged out and catapulted. Boots still covered in the slickest muck, she skates past her weapon charged. A heavy swing under little footing, the woman spins a couple full rotations. The hefty hunk of metal dragging her along, proving how crucial having some sort of center when attacking was. Smoothly drifting right past, her attack so close and yet so damn far. Right into a tube on the far side, she grumbles. "Why the hell. OF all the pl..." Tapping

Upkeep: +7 EN (Hyperactive +3), Hyperactive duration becomes 2, BH: +17 HP, Vanish CD: [1/3] Upkeep 2: BLGT damage taken (-32 HP), BLGT duration becomes 1 A pile of pipes crash into the scene, in a way that Celeste found completely her style. "Nice shooting Tex. People underestimate the power of a good building." The Blood Raven snickers out as her weapon charges up and lights. A couple heeled steps before she feels this cooling chill move down her spine. Her skin beginning to glow in a soft white light. "What the..." *squeak* Finding a patch of left over grime, as it would tu

Upkeep: +4 EN A wave of heat blows out of a nearby tube, as if a response to the call. Her eyes still adjusting given the sheer echo of light had caused her vision to blur. "Good God. Save some for me would ya!" The woman outcries with an bombastic smile contrary to the words. Celeste swings this massive wrecking ball consumed by the oddest mixture of flames. One large cleave with a nearly immeasurable amount of force behind it. Instead of cutting, it was something much more akin to being struck with a bus. The slimes explode in tiny droplets and columns of steam, as their size continued

Rushing in out of left field, firing out of a nearby drainage pipe like a cannon. A heavy looking cleaver emboldened in orange flame that twists into a bluish hue, cold clocking on hapless slime and filling the room with fire. "I got caught up, and you started this party without me. Damn it Freyd!" Celeste barks beneath her coverage, the heat an intense washing in the area. All caught in its blast shrink low and join the muck on the floor, aiming to avoid as much of the smoldering wave as possible. The routine pop of another destroyed as bits of slime boil into a strange blackened puff of stic

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Battle Healing R3 Mod(s) Being Dropped: N/a SP Refunded: 14/50 (7/20) Cost: 14,000 Col

Prepared Stealth Rating: 213535 LD: 18+6=24 (Success) As she wandered down from a long strand of chains, she lands rather deftly. Seems all that trafficking back and forth between boats had made her more fleet of foot. Sporting the regalia of a Galtean official, still working away at keeping the refugees free of Ladonian chains. And the treasure, who could forget the mountains of random trinkets that the Grand Imperator's lackies kept so kindly donating to her cause. Morgan and the others were doing their best to keep the walls, and she still owed a pretty penny to Simmone. So when the gu

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Heaving the remnants of a door frame, she looks left to spot @Freyd overlooking, @Koga who up until this point hadn't been hindered by the reinforcing guard presence. "What? Worked didn't it?" Spoken right to the whisper, who was halfway through a facepalm. Again, that cocky tone causes the woman's face to distort into a look of disgust. "That motherfucker just doesn't know when to quit. I cannot wait to shove my boot up his ass and twist. You think, if I turn it hard enough, that I can get him to sing?" Celeste smiles, waving that heated blade and spreading flames in the air in attempts to ca

Hopping up to a set of chains and sliding down the length, her heels clicking as they meet a mirrored and hard metallic floor. The siren cutting out and being replaced by that same doosh baggy voice on the intercom. "Yeah yeah, keep up the BS motherfucker. If you can hear me. I am coming for you, sure hope you brought your brown pants!" That tempered fury triggers some skill, and as a result her eyes become hot like coals. Doors begin to slide open, and instinct cuts in. Rushing down the first guard she could see, Celeste grabs his whole face with a hand. A muffled scream as she pivots on her

Ripping up next to the first available vessel, and screaming out orders to crew and passengers alike: "Man the cannons, I need at least 20 armed units." The Raven's Queen bellows holding tight a section of chain, swinging across and giving a form of 'show and tell' to these fresh Galtean farmers turned soldiers. Nervous, one after another, those same linkages of metal rattle. And the clattering of footfalls as they land upon the hostile deck. Her attention catches spinning cursors, ones of green and not yellow or red. Players were on this boat already, coined by the still smoking wreckage

Releasing @Gabrandr's collar and allowing him to dust off the singed bits of his attire. "That's more like it. Don't mention it. Seriously, I got an image to uphold. People can't think I am going soft." Lifting her arm up, sees a massive cleaver apparate and drop as she clutches the handle. It catches in flames that mirror the fires that still flickered on the edge of the peripheral. "Makes my life much easier, you focus on defense. I saw that fishbowl you popped around the refugee zone. I do a bit better if I can go ham. Name's Celeste. Try to stay upright this time." A bit of a cocky gr