Celeste

"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

Almost taken back by the offer, unsure how to process it from the guy. He was max level, so Celeste was sure that his pace. Was a nightmare to follow. "Someone I can trust?" Celeste stirred the notion on her tongue, the thought echoing the statement. Following in his strides, his footsteps would surely be a challenge. That the red head was sure of. Raising to her feet and dusting off the bits of sand still stuck to her backside, as bits of it became dislodged from the belt around her waist. A memory played back to what little they shared, and in every instant she felt as she was behind him. It

Laying out a pile of mats and coin, ushering them one after another to Damien still tending his campfire. A savory smell lingered from the pot, giving him every low tier object she had been able to find to reimburse his ability to work. The rest she'd just have to make up with coin. After a short exchange with him, little words spoken but a few points and gestures she had quite the pile of buffs in her inventory. This would give her quite a few days worth of pow wows in spider hell, and she couldn't be more pleased. Breakfast Fry | PROTEIN II | [178113-1] | [178115-1] (4*T1 Materials) C

Her head twisted a bit "I do this solo because no one can keep up. Everyone I party with usually bitches about the pace I take. Lazy shit heads." Celeste remarked as she tilted away from him. "They were slowing me down." She'd tried but no one shared her ambition. "Why do you think I am doing all this? So I won't run out of energy all the damn time. I have no idea what the hell to do once I am tapped." Her demeanor shifts into the calmest she'd ever been seen, thinking and dwelling in that weird spot of her memory. She begins to speak "Not going to lie to you, I was having some serious w

"What the fuck." She just drops the words like a pile of stones, looking toward the snake again as it flickered away. Did he just pop out of that thing? Celeste had yet to realize that Freyd had stealth. "Damn right I do." Celeste snapped her head back to look to him "I got to smash my face against things until my stats don't blow ass." It was blunt in her signature fashion, allowing the axe to fall off limply to one side. "I don't really know where the hell it is though, just yunno. Around." Celeste dropped on her ass and forced the EN recovery to start up. "I am not surprised that you're sti

Shifting Sands Triggered: -1 Accuracy/Evasion to players! The town of Rig was more then delighted when the red head had offered to cure their blight, that thing that was worming around in the bowels of their city. Celeste had just the thing to cure this little problem, and it was a massive steel cleaver that finds two of this things three heads severed into a pile. It hisses and recoils out of self preservation, its body sinking back into the sands below. "Come out here and fight me you pile of shit, I don't have all day." Celeste begins to stir the sands with her axe like a shovel. Why'd

House Name: The Hole Location: F13 - Demon's End Description: After insistent treks into the place, The red head stumbled upon a small nook in which was still intact within its ruins. With some investment she managed to furnish and lock it up, claiming its confines for her own. The mobs nearby have begun to avoid the place, as if cardinal had drawn a defensive bubble around it or her aim to kill anything that ended up in her newly stolen yard. Plot Size: Townhouse (Donor $15) Room(s): Mega Slime Farm [Slime {Donor} -> Mega], Living Room {Donor} Room Upgrade(s): Mega Slime (15000

A ring back into the building, a rather haggard looking female as before. That thick accent wench that she had to deal with prior, Celeste reluctantly ushers to the counter. "I am looking for some oomf, you got that?" Quip simply shakes her head for a moment, apparently Celeste didn't get that the woman could understand her completely fine. A pause as she ushers away removing a crate of crap from the back, something she recognized fluid wise. But they were in little like cubes. "How the hell did you get your hands on these, I've been looking fucking everywhere." Quip looks to her in earne

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