Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246664, CD: 5 (No proc) That striking red head comes roaring through and aims for center mass, narrowly avoiding an actual tear and space time that just forms on her flank. "Holy shit dude." She barks at Freyd quickly checking her body to make sure she still had all her limbs, and all her fingers. Her momentum broken, she turns and finds nothing more then a waiting fist that decks her one, sending her rolling and that heavy weapon of hers slamming point first into the stone. The massive hand pinning her prone, she has her hands clutched tightly to its i

6/27/25 Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245547, CD: 10 (+8 EN) The tiny flags flapping around angrily as a siren started to fill the large empty chamber. The little flounders sporting firearms start to unload in their direction causing the players to scatter. Celeste barrels for a collapsed column, pressing her back into it as she knelt low. The moment she had the moment to channel her strength, she'd wait for them to close in. Counting the seconds, she'd wait for the sound appear nearby. Up and over in one fluid motion, she dumps th

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) The redhead was still on an unnecessary high, pushed into a semblance of high tension as she'd quickly advance her gaze across the place looking for anymore of those little bastards. She was more than familiar with this quest objective by now, and by the beach guardian's little ploy to allow its smaller versions to rush off like the small hand spiders in legend of zelda. They'd look out a log or a stone and start nursing themselves back into a massive crab again, which is why

The heat building on her blade starts to create a mirage effect as it bleeds into the air surrounding it. Gaius had fell, Griswold had it locked in place. Now was her time to act in this constant assault. Her cleaver sputters then sparks to life in cobalt blue flame, and within seconds a trailing flicker of her body as her afterimage turns into a transparent blue hue, sending her spiraling in next to Gaius and dumping a slash of that same blue flame in a wide vertical arc. The wave trails across its flesh and causes it to start to brown and darken, being basically flash cooked in an instant. T

The raging red hair of a roiding out barbarian broad comes out of the forest like a stomping bull. There wasn't even the slightest bit of chill, but she was clearly amped. This obviously not her first rodeo, and the girl was already three steps into the encounter before it even began. That massive slab of metal of hers drops into the sand with a heavy thud, sending a bit up into the air as it collides. Digging in her heels, she doesn't even bother to look toward the white haired woman at this point. Because every time they came here, the very next step was dealing with the giant fucking crab t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245472, CD: 11 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed Celeste starts running from the other side of the room, “Coming through, move,” calling out as she was leaping over chairs before poofing with a “FU.” the moment she reappears in front of the big guy, she cleaves a large gash against his chest. The humanoid figure only takes a deep breath before that flame on top of his head begins to sizzle back to life. The thing pulls his torches toward his head to relight what was put out. “What the hell is this plac

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245461, CD: 11 (+8 EN), Charge CD [2/3] Holding the paper in hand, Nisahime had given it to her. It came to a shock, why would they allow her to open it. She didn’t know how it worked, what if she brought them to a place that they couldn’t come back from. Closing her eyes thinking of a place, holding the map both hands as she takes a deep breath. She could feel the ground beneath her feet get harder, opening her eyes it was a black marble flooring. A large table sat in the middle with a huge fi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245401, CD: 8 (+8 EN) Rushing toward the large thing at full force now, no hold bar. Slamming into the creature she cleaves it hard which turns into a spin creating a deeper carve. With an upcut as blood spray everywhere, going right into a jumping attack. Upon that last impact it finds the crab no longer living. She looks down at the red soaked red outfit. It looked pretty cool but if these clothes were left anywhere Lium would find them and wash them. He was becoming quite the neat freak. Cel

The last to make an attack, sliding and jumping onto the crabs back that had no shell. It was very clear where she had to attack. Chopping deep within the veins on top of the creature, it wailed in pain and like a horse it started rapidly moving around trying to buck her off. She decided to jump off before that happened. It kept jumping an inch off the ground as it ran halfway across the sanded floors just to get away. “I guess he didn’t like his acupuncture treatment,” shrugging her shoulders. She was standing still now watching the creature fling itself around the sandy floors. It was kickin

In two days they went from having a ten man crew to five. They needed more people that were not such dumb asses or lazy and she was by no means a people person. The recruiting would be Lium's job, somehow he really did have a way with people. Question is why was he sticking around if they were such polar opposites. She was so angry all the time and could outburst at any time from anything, but Lium was always so calm and collected. It wasn’t that he just wanted to live on a ship. Curiosity gets stuck in her head as she thinks about why he was okay with having the orange marker. He seemed like

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245322, CD: 8 (+8 EN) Unconvinced by her surroundings nor even giving herself a moment to even give a damn, the woman saw movement. That weapon of her flares and flashes hot, sending a massive wave of heat throughout the giant bowl. It glows in a bright cobalt blue light. The walls start to glow red hot, as do the floor, making them all count their blessings that they were wearing shoes. The creatures inside start to bubble and screech, turning much blacker then they were prior. It was clearly

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245308, CD: 12 (+8 EN) That bombastic woman would have attentions rip immediately to see where Griswold was pointing. "Yeah Yeah, got them old timer." She'd bark back in response and drop the hammer of that weapon, and start to drag it through the screwed up terrain. Right through the little pack, at the end of her rush she'd twist and rip the weapon upward. The creatures caught where it is upheaved are equally dispersed. They are flung like a shotgun blast out toward the sea at high speed. Cel

The entire beach shakes as the dragoon's weapon descends, casting a light like a shooting star and a crater to match. When the dust clears, there isn't much of her opponent left. It was helpless and legitimately on its last legs. Celeste would grin and start to run, when abruptly the gift from Gabrandr would oblige her intention. Her body twists into a translucent bluish glow, as if glass. Moreover the shape seems to stop moving but fires these strands of cobalt that draw her path within a blink of an eye. In a mere second she was airborne, and that cleaver of hers drops like a hammer. The mae

Bright red hair stood starkly across green, and with it the flaming tenacity mixed with a fiery persona to boot. The hefty looking blade like an oversized cleaver, easily four feet in length and about a quarter ton in weight. A black thing that would provide much to the imagination, weighty and unruly. But it matched its wielder to a tee, for the woman loved to use overwhelming force against all that would oppose her. A black attire that would seem almost alien to most of Aincrad, inherited by a crown that had since moved on. With it a blessing that would long pass the exchange and trade, A fl