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 despite all the damage, but she'd definitely need to hit a tailor. Between the smell of a sewer, burnt hair and boiled slime the place positively reeked.

Dropping the hammer and letting her dynamo like blade charge upon the stone surface, she'd just about had it with this noise. The loot better be good.

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, she screams "Fuck off!" with a bloodcurdling dullness to her eyes. One that most didn't see, save those unfortunate enough to meet her in ladonian skies and fail to meet her demands.

A wave of heat claims the room again, as one broad stroke sunders slime and boils it away.

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 pulls it over her right side. Closing the gap, she finishes the statement in a singular and potent slam in a downward strike "...YOU!". Those blue hued waves of fire echo out beneath her outrage. Channeling the broken king of Galtea as his successor, the screeching of the boss as its caught in the wedge shaped blast. It looked like the breath of a dragon. What survives scatters as far as it could from the woman, hoping to escape with its life.

Loot Roll:
214130 | LD: 6+3=9, CD: 2

Loot:
36750*Col
T4 Uncommon Consumable #214130a

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 her boots against the wall, trying to pry her top half out of the newly entered port hole. Her legs worming about struggling to find a foothold and some leverage to pop her free. She was going to swear off gelatin for good from this point forward, lest it remind her of her strange shortcoming.

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 turn out high heels in any form were not the best for balance. Yeah it gave her the ambiance of elegance and power, but this was all stripped away in a single distracted instant. As she flails ass over tea kettle, landing on the square of her back and sliding past the king. The boss just traces her with his gaze, his head slowly turning as he follows the woman sliding past like a hocky puck on ice. A small clattering of bones are tossed into view as she collides with the pile. 

"Son of a bitch!" Celeste extrudes in outrage, her red hair poking itself out of a collection of bones as she tosses one.

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 to dwindle down to little. It would appear that fire was their greatest weakness, and the chick that wielded the stuff was kind of in her element as well. Even still, despite all of her efforts Firm Anima was still something to reckon with. It was a far cry from poking and capsizing Ladonian crews. These things put up a lot more of a fight.

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 sticky smoke. Vaporized. After the quick flash fire, the girl continues onward and jumps into the next nearby tube.

Her opposition finding the problem beginning to fade rise from their compressed shapes, looking eagerly for their aggressor in gelatinous lime green forms. But once the flames vanish, so did the woman using guerilla style warfare she'd trained herself in these smash and grab tactics.

Loot Rolls:
213569 | LD: 4+3 = 7, CD: 4

Loot:
4400*Col
2*Materials
T4 Uncommon Consumable #213569a
 

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 guild called, wanted a hand she'd oblige. For one, they'd saved her booty shaped bacon on a couple of counts and for two, they had some of the best paychecks.

Win meet win

Slinking into an open drainage pipe, and pushing through her own home turf. The Blood Raven, the Crimson Queen of the Galtean people, and wielder good ol' Gabrandr's blue flames of fate reporting for duty as a sewer rat. But that would do just fine, because she knew this shit like the back of her hand by now, and wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

Celeste Consumes:

Gungnir Shard (ACC 2, feast 6/6) - 4th portion
Potion of Titans Strength (Damage +3/Potion) - [204507]
Bottomless Tea Wares (Gungir's/Eva 2 [Feast - 152493]) - 4th portion
Loaves of Measureless Bread (Gungir's/Mitigation 3 [Feast - 205490]) - 4th portion
Unfathomable Red Vials (Gungir's/Protein 2 [Feast - 205487]) - 4th portion (Filled)
Berry Crumb Bars  [T1/Dessert/Perfect] - Loot Dice 3 - Consumed [173973], x2 [177995] [178000] for Raidou & Kasumi
Mega Slime Farm Activated: +10% EXP to a thread [Forgot, because too much shit to keep track of in this]

Celeste | HP: 851/851 | EN: 108/108 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 78 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 7 | BH: 17 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE

"Member that axe? It's a sword/hammer now. Murder hobo's unite"

Given to Oscar

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 cause them to simmer. A portal opens up and pours a whole smattering of bodies on the poor cannoneers head, "Well, that's my cue. I got a king to axe. Later Freyd." The girl pivots and breaks off in a sudden and rapid sprint. 

Clattering heels down the halls, a parade of footsteps down the most narrow walks. Sliding around a corner, the girl spins and overhand tosses that big cleaver through a crowd sending them scattering and without a moment to lose she takes advantage. "Keep up the pace @Lium or I am leaving your ass!" The woman screams over her shoulder before she collides into something solid.

"What in the fuck? You, I remember you...Blondie." Untangling her limbs from the girl that just formed a sandwich in platinum hallways. "Uh, Lot of you. Glad ya'll lived. Uh...Bye." Celeste wasn't one for pleasantries and sure as hell didn't have time for introductions. If they came from that way, that meant that probably that the other in this three-way junction...

@Krysta @Oji @Baldur @Calrex @Hirru

*Bang*
      *Bang*
              *Bang*
                    *Crash*

A bulwark door is sheered off its hinges, folded inward as the woman breaks into the main control with her shoulder. "Hey Razwell, did you fucking miss me! Think fast!" Twisting and heaving that weapon as hard as she could, before a sudden gust of wind from some gem in his hand makes it go wide. Instead, some poor asshole that was there to defend the Grand Imperator catches a face full of a huge hunk of flaming metal. "Shit." She grabs onto a nearby console, and looks over to see @Gabrandr and @Shiina getting pushed back as well. "You, the Galtean's better be safe if your ass is up here! YOU HAD ONE JOB."

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 heel and casts the dude like a shot put into a group like a missile. One can almost hear the sounds of a 'strike' as they are blown out in piles.

The groaning pile of people, lays in mumbled outcries. Celeste moves right to a set of doors that slam shut. A wide toothy grin, as she catches the seam with both hands. What soon follows is grinding and the harrowing of metal, as the thing starts to bend and twist, both inward and out. "Not gonna happen, you son of a bitch!" Edges of the frame start to smoke, as she rips it open as if opening a book. Pieces of gears and springs fling out as the panels of metal come crashing down in a very audible crash.

Looking back at her, a load of horrified looking engineers and guards in a shocked sense of disbelief. "What, you wanna piece!?" Ripping her arms up to her right side, a column of flames manifests, a ruthless looking guillotine too large for a regular person to be swinging around. A couple of gulps, and with hesitation the Ladonian 'elite' were making their choice. That same cocky tone to her posture, a single step forward as she drops that blade on her right shoulder, her hand on her left hip. "Boo!"

Half, get the fuck out of here.

@Sam @Freyd @NIGHT @Koga @Lium

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 somewhere beneath it. Celeste catches a glimpse of blonde hair, immediately recognizing @Krysta and @Oji from their trip earlier. It would seem they'd been equally busy, while she was commandeering her own ship they had found whatever 'treasure' was awaiting them at the top of that tower.

She sure hoped it was worth it.

"I brought some extra sets of hands." Celeste barks, grabbing an enemy crew member by the throat and lifting him from his feet. A sword clattering at his side as she starts to squeeze, cutting off his resistance along with his windpipe. Galtean Refuges start to fan out, tugging ropes and unfurling sails. "Sure hope one of you can play captain, they ain't going to know how to navigate by themselves."

With her opponent, she wraps a chain around his neck and boots him off the side. The chain becomes limp then tight, leaving that tether she'd road in on to 'take care of him' and reaching for another.

"Ta ta, don't get yourselves killed. These puppies have a lot more 'girth'. You slam this into something, and you're likely to end up a packed sardine." Spoken loudly as the newfound crew starts to look to these players for orders.

@Jomei @Vigilon

*Tap* *Tap*

Her feet pick up speed, and like Tarzan, she lunges over the side. Riding that wench back to the Black Raven. That same cocky grin as she waves, and is startled as the ship makes an unexpected leap. Within an instant, that merchant made pirate ship finds itself mere feet from the Ifrit. "What in the fuck, which one of you idiots..." The woman scolds, looking to @Sam and @Lium as if accusing them.

Over their shoulder, she spots the bent and folded port hole made by the whisper. A message pops into view. A sudden ignition of red in her eyes, one of malice and murderous intent. Matched with a smile, as she gestures. "In to the belly of the beast!" Hands shuffle, the thing pivots aggressively. Grinding at the sides, caution to the wind as she breaks into the opening with crew and players at her behest. "Lock us down, lets be impossible to remove like a hemorrhoid!" The Queen commands, as barbed harpoons ring out of ballista and implant themselves inside the Ifrit's cargo hold. Unless something boarded her ship, it wasn't going anywhere.

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 grin draws across her face, eyeing the king with a sideways glance shoulder to shoulder.

"I'll kick Razwell's ass for you, and the Galtean's will be stronger for it. Wait for it." A shrill whistle from her lips sees a sudden jarring pulse. The Black Raven jumps overhead, and she grabs an arm full of still dangling chains. "Shiina. You got his back?" The girl barks toward the songstress, with a growing mass of NPC's at her back with supercharged weaponry.

The girl would nod, and Celeste offers that chain a sharp tug. It starts to retract with a rattle, a spinning crank on the top being triggered like a wench. Slamming heavy shoes against the deck of the ship, she lifts her blade and points for the Ifrit.

A bellow with a surprising amount of volume, to her crew and some new passengers aboard. "Get them ready to board. We take as many of these damn ships and turncoat them. Then..." The flames dance down her blade. "Off with the king's head!" The cacophony of cries of bloodlust from her crew, roars in the sky.

What follows is Celeste and the players on board jumping from ship to ship, stealing the damn things by overpowering numbers. Proceeding to rush them down with her own mates acting captains. Filling them to the brim with Galtean pirates, and by association the skies with the Galtean people. This war wasn't over, not by a long shot.

Turning over on her heel, wrapping her wrist around a bit more anchored chain, she leaps off the side. The rattling as it unfurls on a spinning wheel, slowly lowering her to the ground floor. As players screamed ass off in tiny little taxis she'd read about while waiting out the ship's repair. They were about as solid as tin cans wrapped in tissue paper. "Fuck me, well, I hope they make it out of this. Either they are stupid or heroic. Guess the difference is if they end up a red blood stain smeared on a wall somewhere." Spoken as she cradles her head against her hand with a subtle gesture of 'no', the other on her hip.

She catches sight of Sam, and a few other members that she served with, during Lun'rael's temper tantrum. "Get them out of the streets, I doubt that thing only has a single charge." Celeste barks with a sudden aura of authority, this was clearly going straight to her head. A glance toward Freyd, and silently she'd hope he'd approve. After all, he was the reason she was in this mess, right?

Her voice gains volume as her strength does. "I need every one of you that can hold a sword, or a shovel, to grab it." To the rising resistance that had witnessed their king fall. Perplexed, they stare at her with confusion. Who was this chick to give orders?

One after another, members of her crew descend on the same chains, forming up a fair size parties of Galtean garbed misfits. Any thought of objection falls as they recognize her clothes, as if they were to mean something.

@Gabrandr

"Has anyone seen where your 'fallen' king Fell?" Struggling not to laugh at the pun. After they gesture her with a point, she'd find Shiina and Simmone babying the bastard on the floor. "If he's a king then he's not so damn weak that a little fall would kill him." Celeste remarks with a bit of a scoff, grabbing the dude with a fist full of his collar and a surprising amount of force and lifting him to his feet. Lamont looks back in horror. "Up and adam, this isn't a time to take a nap, motherfucker. The Galtean's are about to be obliterated, and I am losing my voice screaming at them." A kindling of red flame dances off her fingertips, matched with a cocky smile and a reflection of red on blue. A bit of a glare toward the prince of a castle she was about to blow the fuck up, best stay out of her way.

*Genderbend mirror reflection go*

*Fwoom*

The sudden entry of a ship breaking in behind enemy flanks, A glint in the captain's eye as she charges for the bow. "Man the helm!" She reaches out to one of the crew and a slender male takes to the stand. Down the length and around the mast, the tiny vessel slides into conflict nigh point-blank. Ripping out a cleaver and holding it aloft off the side of the Black Raven. "FIRE!" The woman barks, as a ring of energy jumps from the side of this merchant boat. One after another, blue lines tear one of Razwell's goons to smithereens. A burning pile of wreckage pile drives the ground beneath, caving in a rather large library in the process.

Her eyes twist to that large as ship that the Grand Imperator found himself on. A bubble forms around the refugee camp, as a massive ringing spear jumps into the sky and obliterates another not but 100 feet from where they floated. "Looks like we have backup!" Johanna exclaims from the nest, leaning down with a shout. "It's Gabrandr!" The crew spews with glee. "Good on him, bout time he showed his ugly mug." Celeste remarks having received an earful about their king.

The woman's eyes flare bright red, as she reaches for a dangling chain. "Cut through, pull them aboard!" The crew pause for a moment, as cutting through the enemy forces could easily be a death sentence. "YAS Queen!" the brave Barthlo bellows, as he twists a dial. Space warps, time almost stands still. A warp jump within an asteroid field, and Celeste had her weapon armed. A blazing orange flame tears from ass to sternum through an unfortunate party of Razwell's forces. The ringing of chains as she overlooks the spherical defense shield in blue. One after another they drop, ways up to the big fucker in the sky.

A pool of red hair lingers past her face as she peers over the side, clad in galtean garb. "Any you fucks want to go smash a tyrant?" To an array of fresh-faced raid members and randoms turned revolutionists.

A sharp crackle as engines fire, chains pull one after another. "Hoist the sails!" The woman barks, manning the helm and twisting a still bent knob back into place. A yank of her head toward, @Lium "Get this lot moving, that bastard is getting away!" Rubble in the courtyard shutters and falls as the thing takes to flight, large crystals on starboard and port spring to life. Humming with a blue glow. Celeste was in something completely different from the last time those that saw her did. "Johanna, I need eyes." The sudden roster filling her screen, as she picks one out of the names abruptly. All new to her, but she had to get used to this.

The woman jumps, stowing a scimitar on her hip in fresh new digs. "Aye Captain!" Latching a row of chains around her wrist and pulling a lever sends her rocketing up to the crow's nest. "Uh..." Scanning the list of 40 something names as she plucks one out haphazardly. "Barthalo" A heavy looking fellow pushing a bit of metal into place, tossing some unneeded garbage into the grass below to reduce weight. " Yesm, Queen?"  She shakes her head, that still didn't sit right just yet. "Get those cannons working, and ready a boarding party. I don't care how big this guy's dick is, a pecker is a pecker, and we are going to blast his ass out of the sky." The man claps his stomach and then his bicep. "RIGHT AWAY MILADY!" with a bit of a mischievous grin.

Looking down toward the pair of twins, who smile and wave before scampering out of the gates of Ladonia's Castle as stones dislodge with the sudden ascent. @Nobody "Do whatever it is you want to do, maybe check supplies or something. I don't really know what to expect from you." The woman remarks to the random included dude in this kerfuffle, dragged along for the ride simply out of happenstance. Those crystals become like suns or stars, bright and violent in the power they once held. "He's going after the refugee's!" one of the crew squeals in horror.

Celeste turns and twists that bow in a jarring twist, sending pieces scattering, and the NPC's aboard lurching. "Like hell he is..." she murmurs beneath her breath, eyes become engulfed in crimson. A sudden volume in her voice, with Galtean garb on her back, she speaks: "Today Razwell will burn in hell, Ladonia will be reduced to ash if it does not submit. For Galtea!" A sudden outcry as the pirates on board had become one with the ship, no longer bound by a set of restrictions placed upon them. The vessel lurches and rockets forward in a snap of reality, all that million col had really sup'd this puppy up. They were coming...

The bookcase gives and a steaming pile of bodies fall out like dominoes. A study of some sort and a sad sack of smells that were all offensive lay poured out upon its throne. A heavy shove casts one of the villagers off of the woman, before she peels herself off the floor. Eyes dart upwards and take a scan of the room, immediately on edge and ready for a fight. Empty. Save one pungent sack of potatoes strewn about and faintly the sound of buzzing. "What kind of room service pops out of a hole in the wall?" Perking up and rushing for one of the bay windows, placing her back against the wall and taking a peek out. Guards were mobilizing heavily out the gates. "Looks like we have company, and by the look of things it's going to be over fire code."

The glance darts straight to Lium "Any ideas?" The woman was weighing a few, but hers were not exactly subtle. They didn't need to slaughter all these nigh endless forces, but wax that ass with a crown. The soldiers can wait, and who knew? If Razwell fell, they may retreat. A brunette woman, in a peasant's dress almost just as filthy as Nobody, approaches him. "Thank you for your kindness, fair knight." She remarks while her face contorts in a bow. Her eyes watering heavily as her senses were on fire. Struggling with the thought of plugging her nose.

Celeste was tapping her knuckles on one of the marble pillars, waiting for Lium to come up with a plan B. "So, are you coming along, or waiting to get arrested? Maybe stabbed or maimed? Those guards are after all of us." Finally, recognizing the dude from the airship, and how she ended up in this mess in the first place.

An overhand toss of the book she was holding onto, over her left shoulder, sees it clap against the wall and slowly slide down. "That's more like it." she opens the door and ushers the two posted as guards in, and the 30 or 40 some odd dudes in here were starting to make it cramped. "Move" Celeste quips with a shove of a heavier looking fellow away from the door, before she grabs an empty bookshelf and shoves it on its side with her heeled foot. It crashes down in front of the entryway. "That should hold them, let's get going. Keep them weapons ready!" Celeste barks to the rest of these clowns, that were slowly looking different with every step. The woman doesn't pay it any mind however, and takes a few steps into this narrow corridor. Reaching for a sconce on the wall, and tearing it free, she holds up the light source. "Let's hope this leads up or somewhere that does, eh?" Celeste smiles with a wave of that burning object. She starts to take point, down that walkway.

It seems to bend and wind around for quite some time, until evidently it leads to a harsh dead end. "Huh, the fuck?" 

The girl immediately darts for the first available bookcase, "These rich bastards love their secret staircases, help me." As her arms fire up and start ripping down books one after another in clattering piles. A siren in the distance alludes to a renewing set of forces, and the ground shakes visibly. It as if some detonation below had made the entire chamber shutter. "The fuck was that?" The girl goads with a book in each hand. It would appear that they were tomes of history, records of some sort regarding most of what had transpired in Galtea in their factious retelling of the events of the floor. A few of the NPC's that she'd been pulling around by the nose poor in behind Lium, looking rather dumbstruck at what they saw. "Oh for fuck's sake, You and..." as she jabs a finger toward one "You. Guard the doors, whistle or something if you see anyone coming. The rest of you, toss the place." Celeste's eyes flare in red as she clasps the slit between the wall and a bookcase. Easily to the ceiling, she huffs and rips the thing forward.

Books spray out in all directions, as the thing falls forward, sending a waterfall of pages everywhere. "Got to be something..."

The gilded halls of the Landonian capital begin to ring out with the sounds of conflict, troops rounding the corner in an attempt to correct 'unlawful breaking and entering'. What they manage to see is a few of their number disappear out of view before they explode back violently into vision. Weapons bounce shortly after, clattering to the floor and collecting next to the bodies and the statue pieces. "This way!" Celeste barks as she slides and looks out at the courtyard and smirks toward the coming army. Her blade's handle released sees the thing hit the tile and start to grind off into the distance. Her arms fire out to both sides and seize the sides of the broken gate, eyes flare red and she taps into that strength of hers.

The metal begins to bend as she claps the two ends together and squeezes, folding the pieces and twisting. "That will keep them out for a bit, let's get that fucking king." Her legs split apart, and she lunges down the hall at breakneck speed, falling into a baseball slide and picking her weapon. It starts to drag as she bolts.

The guard captured plays an elegant test dummy, Lium holding him still as the group they were leading begin to take swipes. It seemed they were starting to get the hang of it, the first few attempts sucked, but eventually they were actually dealing damage. A boot slams through a pair of twinned doors, revealing a massive library. Blackwood shelving, and every inch of the space filled to the brim with tomes. On the immediate left was a globe trapped in a frame, and the vibration makes it spin gently.

The door explodes outward in a shower of splinters, and as she turns on her heel and begins to pull farmers and common folk out of the slab's massive pit. The trap door snaps shut above, the other players would continue to ascend the tower up to whatever treasure awaited them at the top. But she had her own problems now, the rhythmic beating of footsteps in the distance alluded to a return of forces. A quick glance to Lium and the rest of her newly bestowed entourage. "Guess we are in this for the long haul, we ain't going up unless we find some other way." Reaching down and claiming one of the lingering weapons from the forces they'd carved through up to this point, she underhand tosses it to the first guy close enough to receive it. "Here, get some weapons. Those tills and crap won't do you any good."

The guy looks to it puzzled, having never held a sword before. "I don't"

Her face twists to a mix of anger and a grin "Then I'll fuckin' teach you, hold it up with the sharp point faced out. Best to figure it out as you go, I won't let you eat shit just yet, got it?"

Old House Here

House Name: Black Raven
Location: F26 ???
Description: An old airship that once used to be a merchant vessel, but has been repurposed by one that used it to storm the towers of Ladonia. Now it sports quite a few of the NPC's that lead that rebellion as members of the crew. Although some damage from that event still lingers on its hull, it is more than capable of striking fear into its opposition. Some creative work has been done to include a 'gate' that allows it to transition between floors as well as a pretty penny to restore the thing to function, but is still a bit curious to move in some environments. The ship's captain, a woman in crimson that doesn't take no for an answer, and the members of the crew refer to her as 'Blood Raven'

*small note: she's orange for the better part of a day for stealing a ship*

Plot Size: Estate [PK]
Room Slots: 10/15 | Yard Slots: 3/3

Room(s): 

SHARED

Dining Hall (2slot) | 3/4 | Celeste, Lium, Nobody
Dining Room | 1/2 | Celeste
Dining Room | 2/2 | Lium, Nobody
Living Room | 1/2 | Celeste
Living Room | 2/2 | Lium, Nobody

INDIVIDUAL

Celeste
• Attic (Storage)
• Basic Kitchen
• Mega Slime Farm | YARD

Lium
• Basic Kitchen
• Mega Slime Farm | YARD

Nobody
• Basic Kitchen
• Mega Slime Farm | YARD

Room Upgrade(s): 

186,000 [Estate/PK]
25,000 [Dining Hall]
75,000 [Mega Slime Farm] (3)
30,000 [Basic Kitchen] (3) 
20,000 [Dining Room] (2)
20,000 [Living Room] (2)
10,000 [Attic (Storage)]

Donor House Refund:

Townhouse [72,000*.75=54000]
Mega Slime Farm [25000*.75=18750]
Living Room [15000*.75=11250]
= 84000 Col

Total Cost: 366000-84000=282000 Col

The roar of footfalls bleeds into the chamber, watching as players one by one continue to drop into a pit. Her eyes trail upward, catching the lingering remnants of some sort of latter dangling and waving. Her eyes advance low, and find the bottom of that trap. "In." Celeste barks, grabbing the bit of cloth adorning a shoulder.

With reluctance at first, one of townsfolk who were so determined in their mutiny. Reaching for smooth sides and sliding down before his feet plant solid. Pooling one after another, as Celeste jumps down. She glances up at this platform as it sways. The cogs spin in her head as stares up at this slab of metal teetering on a wedge. A damn game. She ushers that first and gets him to place his hands against that wedge "Got it? Next!"

Celeste starts to direct them one after another using her hand as a place to step, feet to the next shoulders forming a human ladder. "Ready?" As they reach the base of that slab and is offered "For what!?", Celeste starts to clamber to the top. "I suggest you get down." @Plini the thing begins to scream and bend as her eyes flare red. It was on there pretty damn taught, but Celeste was basically a damn gravity engine. The metal bends and eventually...

*Snap*

A harsh grinding as it slides toward one side, falling with a heavy chain of slams. It was as if someone had taken the floor and moved it elsewhere. Eyes correct and latch to that dangling rope ladder. Anchoring her boot on some poor NPC's face, the girl lunges and...

ID:202750 | Battle:8, Craft:5, Loot:15 (Accuracy vs. Ladder)

Grabs on to the lowest most rung, sending it into a bend and sway. Her legs go through the second to last loop, before she hangs from it like an ape on a branch. "Player's first, I ain't having you all leap right into a damn battalion. At least they can handle themselves." As another farmer reaches his hand out to clutch hers. It lowers and they look down to the others.

Once they'd see their way out, the first villager would attempt the same.

But some barrier refused to allow him passage, staring up with her hair drifting away from her legs via gravity. Her eyebrow perks up, glancing at him.

"Guess this is where we separate, I ain't leaving these yahoos to fend for themselves. If the king is up there, fuck him up for me. I am staying back here to make sure these idiots don't get themselves killed."

Her heels disconnect from that rope ladder, and with a solid superhero landing, she blasts ass through that locked door with a surprising amount of force and a few skills mixed in a sword art for good measure. "Come on, fuckers, we're finding another way through." As she plants her knees on the rim and starts to help them out of the pit.

*Celeste leaves to lead the rebellion*