Celeste

A harsh slam against that wood sees it splinter, as Celeste's hair freaks from the impact. A pair of vibrant red eyes atop of grit teeth, she hit that fucker hard. "What's going on, I wasn't paying attention." Celeste remarks as she uses her foot to work her weapon free from the tough flesh of a massive living tree. The thing seemed absolutely racked and riddled from the two strong swings that the girls had delivered. Twisting her head back and looking over her left shoulder, she lifts her opposed arm with a thumb. "Friend of yours or something?" nudging Freyd without much concern of the giant

Black platform style heels dig into the loose rough, carving into the grains of sand with a crunch. "I've had about all I can take of sand." Celeste quips hefting the large cleaver atop her right shoulder. "How hard do you think we gotta hit it to make the damn thing fall over?" as she starts to keep toe with the other guys, easily dwarfed by more than half of this lot. Already conditioned into a short temper, she was spitting fire immediately. The promise of a reward was far too great to pass up, which was why she was here at all. But she wasn't one for patience, if they were going to do this

Some fell, as this thing barreled and twisted into the center of the base of the tower. The courtyard matched with a slew of hedges and pleasantries rushing up to greet them, with lethal intent. A handful of chain, still wrapped around the center mass. "Guess it's time to bail." She grinds it tight and reaches out for any motherfucker she could grab. The collar @Nobody as he'd gag as a result, @Blueberry like a sack of potatoes under her left arm after shoving her hand through the barrels lid and hunkering down for @Lium to ride piggyback. Off the side, the chain winding aggressively with

A screaming pile of girl at her back, as she bends and folds the damn door into place. Clamping it down with hands that acted like vices. @Alkor was doing his best to stem the chaos, others were panicking, and shoved into her mitts was a damn moth-eaten umbrella. "The hell am I supposed to do with this?" she looks toward this rather obtuse looking fellow that seemed completely different from the last time she exchanged glances with him. "Why do you look like you belong on a cereal box?" @Nobody The volume increases and harsh words turn to outcries, off the bow across a railing she se

Eyeballing Nian, the chick was clearly almost more full of herself than she was. The irony in that Celeste thought so was lost on her. That last statement caught her off kilter. "Are you hitting on me?" The red head was almost appalled with an antagonistic grin still high-pitched, catching the back end of a rather obtuse exchange between a hobo and a snowflake. "You'll be fine, walk it off, buttercup." The boat lurches, sending a single gemstone rolling across like a stone. They really were all just a bunch of insane people on a floating raft trying to figure out how to float Leaning

Looking on to @Plini as the dude starts following suite, headbutting a dial and man handling a lever. "Alright, at least you get it, but you gotta put more back into it." The chick quips with a grin, there was still something domineering about it, but it seemed somewhat earnest. The rag tag crew was forming up in the strangest of ways, the complex variability in personalities created this weird image of a total miss matched soup of inconsistancy. That soup tasted terrible. But the boat was moving, and somewhat, not in a way that would end in a rain of splinters. Good enough Arm throu

The whole vessel lurches, as a pile of player rides the ballista's line in. Scouring and peeling away at the boat finds players completely at their wits ends, Celeste more than others. While most players were going through crates or messing with sails, the red haired woman had found herself below deck. "Ya'll can start figuring this shit out, Im going to go get this thing moving." she wanted none of the bickering or careful thought that the others would provide. She was a woman of action, not of cautious debate or planning. Following a set of stairs down, into an eerie yellowish green glo

Latching on to a throat, as merry men in sailor attire. Billowing white sleeves, atop leather jerkin. Easily play the part of seamen despite the clouds. She'd brutishly and carelessly rushed the tight rope, rattling all the while. Lifting the vessel's head up, she was outlandishly strong. A pair of hands fight the black gloved fingers, as it aims to crush his windpipe. "You have two options, get the hell off my boat or I'll throw you off the side. But it might not be one with solid ground." Celeste stared him down with an intensity that could shatter any spirit. His first mate, rushes the

"GET the hell out of my way!" Celeste rips a single wide slash through the crowd of soldiers wearing prides of Ladonia. Like a driving nail right through a plank of wood, she tears through them like butter. The promise of loot was way too damn good to pass up. "Get the fucking lead out." The redhead yelps back toward @Lium who like typically was lagging ass behind her. The port stocked to the brim with floating and abandoned vessels in the chaos, as the woman approached they started to attempt to undock. Merchants aboard the boat she'd set her eyes on were trying to leave. Sails unfurling

► Blood Tithe Cost: 10 SP Passive Requirements: [*Two Handed] Weapon Rank 5, [Restorative Strike] Unlocked, [Charge], [Ferocity] Mod Effect: Can no longer benefit from Mitigation from any source -50% Final Damage from all sources +1 Critical Magnitude (+2 on a 9, +3 on a 10) All sword arts now recover 10% of the damage dealt to the User Description: A fit of fury and rage, sustaining oneself on the blood of your enemies. For some, defending themselves is the best way to win a confrontation. But where tactics fail, pure and blind brutality can make up

Charge CD [1/3] A twist of outrage, a bite of her lip. "Don't tell me to calm down." Her cleaver begins to whine, as she eyes the bar in the top of her view. Celeste rips that thing up and uses the weight to spin for a moment. Without warning, she releases the thing. It whorls through the air, a heavy thrown boulder. A massive spray of red and black, the sword art discharging all its own as it connects. "Don't you tell me..." Celeste quips as the strength in her legs fails, fully spent. The serpent roars out in agony, that blade caught in her neck at a precarious angle. "Fuck off..."

A soft scoff under her breath, that massive cleaver perched behind her head on her shoulders. "Time to die bitch, I am fed up with all this bullshit." Her moxie was waning a bit given her complete lack of any source of stamina, and yet there was a clear determination to keep on her feet. Celeste was around an entire group of people clearly higher level than her. It pissed her off. Lunging with a brutal exertion of everything she had left on tap, she carves a heavy, nasty gash through one of two remaining heads. Ripping it back and driving it in again, over and over in a violent

Concentration CD [1/5] Watching on as Lun'Rael takes a heavy clamping jaw down on Griswold, Celeste kicks the butt of her weapon on the fuller. That massive cleaver whirls through the air and finds itself above her right shoulder. A sudden burst of energy sees it engulf in fire, casting a shade across her face. "Drop it." she goads with a dump of that heavy steel down, sheering off a section of awaiting plates and finding a spray of red light. The skin beneath smolders under the heat, white billowing steam rushes from the newly cauterized wound. It appeared as though it didn't quite have

"That's pretty damn true. What exactly do you have to be angry about? You basically have this entire world under your thumb with that level." Celeste milled through a slightly transparent screen, pulling out a small bottle of red liquid and peeling off the cork. Gesturing the opening toward him with curiosity before knocking back the rather pungent smelling fluid, emptying out that round bottom potion bottle like a ravenous animal. Flickering embers dancing out of a waning flame. A sluggish and wobbled raise to tired legs, it was clear her faculties had yet to regain fully. Even still, sh

A huge wave of sound comes screaming through the soil, and a harsh snap of the girl's head around as it does. "Would you shut the fuck up, goddamn I am going to go deaf!" The girl seemed irritated almost immediately, and slamming the toes of her right foot into a blade still held to the ground sees it carried over her right shoulder. "You, I am shutting this thing up." Looking to Freyd and his call to arms. "Try and keep up." A heavy wave of red colored flames engulf that cleaver, and with reckless abandon, she lunges with all of her might. The blade strikes heavy and hard, the ground concaves

One heavy slam of her weapon knocks a foe airborne, and releasing the grip of her axe, she fires out an open hand. Latching onto its ankle, she drives it into the floor and steps on its throat. "You're not going anywhere!" The girl boasts with a snarl, blood-red locks pouring over her shoulder in a cascade. A harsh swipe out to her left finds the heavy cleaver into the chest of one rushing to counter, a spray of red data pours over her arm from the tear. "Not likely, but I rather like your moxie!" There was a smile plastered on the girls face, elated from the rush of combat. A sudden gust of w

Through a sea of blue flames, as monsters a plenty attempt to make a fair swing on the blonde tank. A woman seems to appear as she punches through with a weapon held docked and ready above her right shoulder. That kindling seems to get stuck on an awaiting blade, glowing crimson with stamina charging it to the brink. "Watch it, Comin' through" Celeste shouts as she tears in a twirl that heavy blade. It shreds the opposition, clipping them at the waist and carving them in two. A wave of red light washes over them both, data in a flash. She basks in it as another soldier rushes to meet her, and

A rip of that blade out of a now still skull, before she takes to a sprint rather quickly, leaving the flashing red spray to follow suit. A lunge and a twist airborne sees the thing drive a long red slash through the first of many, the battle had begun with her making the first move. A feral hiss as the crystal marked beasts aim for a rebuttal, all before a cyan blue line slinks in out of what seemed like nowhere. They freeze in an instant, before falling to pieces. Celeste grits her teeth, searching for the entity that had done it. "Those were mine, get your own!" Celeste barks to Setsuna, wh

A toss of a heavy looking blade over her right shoulder, flickering stardust still escaping its edge from an enemy crushed completely flat under its wake. "Move it asshole." She barks toward Gaius who immediately turns back and glares at her. "Well this is fixing to be a shitshow, ain't it, dork." Celeste remarks toward the red clad swordsman, old habits died hard. They still didn't see eye to eye, and although she was a bit reluctant, how she treated him back then. Meh, fuck it. As one of these things rush in, the red head slams her skull against it, driving it beneath her. A heavy boot finds

Ignore until 4/30 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things) Current Level: 29 Current SP: 92 SP Tracking: Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: SHINING BATTLEAXE Item ID: NONE Item Tier: 3 Item Type: 2HBA Item Rarity: Demonic Item Enhancements: HOLY 1, BRN 1, DMG 2 Description: A drop from Halloween 19 event.

A muggy and murky twist to a raise, a chirping pierced her eardrums as if it was on her shoulder screaming into her ears. An instant she clamps her right hand to her forehead. To stabilize it from the hangover like pounding behind her eyes. "Good morning." Celeste was still rather disarmed, noticing through the holes between her fingers the blanket. Her vision twists back to the pillow, and finding a campfire was produced. He had watched over her, what the hell happened? She could only faintly recall that dream like state and the vision of that sunset. The night before her dreams were rid

A shift toward the edge, shows back the entire birth of the floor. Everything within view yet distant, a slight setting sun casting an amber hue over all that it touched. An accomplishment, and hear her side was the japanese style shrine of the three. She only manages but a momentary glance at what was present, before her legs give out. The system takes its toll, and her eyes become immediately black. A forced payment for what she had overspent, and the crest of the eye. The red head was out. *thud* Between the lack of a meal and a forced into negative value on her stamina from the t

Surprised as Freyd lifted her entire frame on one extended arm, holy fuck bounces around in her head like a rubber ball in a small room. She could hardly find the words to reflect his through her exhaustion, her breath not allowing any rebuttal or retort. Not that there was any to be had. She was forced to listen, and struggling to keep in the whispers shadow made the drastic difference between them so blaringly obvious. A release of her appendage sees her pull her arm toward her chest and continue to make strides. "Come on. We're nearly there." A bit more fire in the furnace, as sh

A glance toward Freyd as he continued on completely unfazed, while she was still absolutely drained and barely able to stand. Her axe was dismissed long ago, finding its way into a pocket and never seeing its way free. A sharp cough to remove the tickle in her throat, she reaches out and takes his hand. Not normally one to accept such an offer, her stamina was so destroyed she wasn't thinking at all. "I...Hope....this....leads...somewhere." She struggles out through broken language and troubled breath. The girl wanted to see where this road would lead, despite anything and everything. She was

A cough as her energy pool dwindled, Freyd still seemed so positively unfazed throughout. A choke as she pushed to quell her unstable breath. "The peak..." She steeled her mind using that as a focal point. The mobs were so damn durable that she felt as though she was barely tickling them with each swing, and only a handful passed through before she had to break into something weaker. Like fleeting strength she could feel it all fall away once her stamina was empty. Her feet felt heavy as they burned a trail in front of her, the weapon limply dragging at her side. It was almost instant an