KnightessCiela

Ciela’s eyes narrowed as she looked around for the minotaur. Then she heard a loud thud, she looked around, her gaze locking on the towering minotaur that loomed ahead. It stood nearly twice her height, thick muscles rippling beneath its mottled fur, each breath it took accompanied by a puff of steam from its flared nostrils. Its massive axe, chipped from previous battles but no less menacing, glinted ominously in the ambient firelight. Ciela didn’t flinch. Instead, she rolled her shoulders back and shifted her weight, analyzing every detail, its slow stance, the rhythm of its breathing, the w

Combat: Recovery: n/a KnightessCiela is at full EN and HP ID: xxxxxx | CD: xx KnightessCiela gains x EN KnightessCiela's Turn: Post Action: n/a Free Action: n/a Tech/ST/AOE/RAW vs Enemy ID: xxxxxx | BD: xx (+x ACC) | DMG: xx DMG Stats: KnightessCiela | HP: xxx/xxx | EN: xx/xx | DMG: xx | MIT: xx | ACC: xx [x,x,x,x] Enemy #1 | HP: xxx/xxx | DMG: xx Enemies Turn:

Ciela offered Acanthus a warm, reassuring smile, her tone light and full of kindness. “No worries at all. We all forget little things sometimes, don’t let it get you down, honey. Life’s full of distractions, and it happens to the best of us.” Her gaze drifted to the open training area where Kumaki was padding around energetically, tail swishing and nose twitching with curiosity. The little bear was working so hard. Perlita, on the other hand, was having an entirely different kind of day. Ciela caught sight of her familiar pawing at a potted plant by the door, squeaking at the swaying

PH * * * Recovery: Not Needed KnightessCiela is at full EN and HP Cooldowns: None KnightessCiela's Turn: Post Action: TECH-D vs The Watcher [x12] (12 EN) Free Action: None ID: 244186 | BD: 4 (+4 ACC) = 8 | DMG: 11 * 12 = 132 DMG - 130 MIT = 2 DMG | Shatter proc Stats: [1] Wulfrin | HP: 825/825 | EN: 98/111 | DMG: 18 | MIT:91 | ACC:7 | AA | EVA:2 | PARA-IM | BH:27 | REC: 6 | FLN: 6 | FRB: 30 | FRZ: 48 | LD:5 [2] KnightessCiela | HP: 545/545 | EN: 56/68 | DMG: 11 | MIT:121 | ACC:4 | TAUNT | EVA:2 | THORNS:27 | BH:6 | REGEN: 24 | REC: 3 <<The Wa

An audible gasp escaped Ciela’s mouth as Freyd, without hesitation, shoved Mina into the lake with a confused look. Water splashed up in a gleaming arc. Ciela’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s not what I meant!” she shouted, rushing toward the edge. “I meant we push Wulfrin in the lake!” Her voice croaked with exasperation, and she groaned as her palm collided with her face in a dramatic facepalm. Of course her teasing had been taken literally, and completely the wrong way. Wulfrin had already began helping Mina out of the lake and Ciela came over to help. Ciela, being ever so playful, spla

Ciela’s jaw clenched as Rai shouted for her to give them hell. “You got it,” she growled, her voice low and steady. But the second she saw the arrows pierce Rai, something in her snapped. Rage bloomed behind her eyes, cold and sharp. There was no hesitation. No fear. Just fire. With a burst of momentum, she sprinted across the battlefield, her boots slamming against stone as she closed the distance between herself and Athia, the Winged Priestess. While Freyd carved through the Fallen Valkyries with calculated ease and Wulfrin froze the boss like some kind of bossicle, Ciela surged forward like

This wasn't the first time Ciela was facing the Sand Shark, though it had been a while. She'd come a long way since then, gone on so many adventures. This was no different. Ciela had been doing some prepping of her own unbeknownst to Wulfrin, and she would keep it that way. She wasn't sure if it would be done in time, but she sure hoped. "Well here goes nothing!" Ciela approached the stunned shark and slashed at the creature, watching as the thorns and auras that surrounded her lay into the shark. "It didn't do as much as I hoped, but it's better than doing nothing." Ciela felt a little d

A few days later... The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft amber glow over the lake. Ciela stood on the deck of Fondante's Inferno, wiping down the last of the outdoor tables. A light breeze tousled her red hair, and Perlita napped beside a flower pot. The tranquility shattered with the sudden metallic clank of boots. Three figures in dark armor approached the bakery from the woods. At their head was Varris, his orange cursor casting an ominous glow in the encroaching dusk. Behind him, two other Crimson Fang members flanked him with arrogant smirks.

A week later... The lakeside settlement of Coral on Floor 22 buzzed with life that morning. Banners flapped in the breeze, colorful boats lined the docks, and a long stretch of wooden tables stood filled with fishing rods, baskets, and barrels ready for the day's catch. It was the annual Coral Fishing Festival, and Ciela had come prepared. She arrived early, Wulfrin at her side, hauling a large box packed with her signature pink tins. Inside each tin was an assortment of lakeside-themed treats: smoked trout quiches, lemon poppy seed muffins shaped like fish, hand-decorated cookies th

Even later the same day... The bakery began to settle as the sun dipped low. A golden haze lit up the lake through the back windows, catching the floating pollen in the air like fireflies. Ciela leaned against the counter, tired but satisfied. Her hands were still dusted in flour, her apron creased with the effort of the day. She stepped outside onto the covered deck with a mug of steaming tea. Perlita sat curled in a ball on one of the chairs, belly full and snoring softly. Across the water, nestled near the trees, a rhythmic clang rang out. Ciela smiled. From the deck of

Later that day... By midday, the rain had cleared, leaving behind the crisp scent of wet earth and sweet flowers. A group of children wandered in, clearly lost, judging by their mismatched armor and confused demeanor. Ciela welcomed them with little sample trays and patient explanations of each pastry. When one tried to hand her some random items for a cupcake, she smiled. "Don't worry about it sweetie. The first one is free." They lit up. One girl offered to sweep in exchange. Another promised to return with herbs from her gathering quests. The bakery pulsed with new life. It w

A few days later... The morning started with a soft drizzle, casting little beads of rain across the windows of Fondante's Inferno. Inside, the warmth of the ovens fought back the chill, wrapping the bakery in a cozy glow. Ciela hummed softly as she kneaded dough for her newest creation: raspberry honey sticky buns. Perlita watched her from atop a flour sack, chirping every so often as if critiquing her technique. The bell above the door jingled. A young player in a green cloak stepped in, shaking off the rain and looking around with wide eyes. "Is this...the place with the famous ti

The next day... This morning was unusually quiet, save for the gentle clatter of mixing bowls and the occasional squeak of Perlita darting between flour sacks like a sugar-charged comet. Ciela was mid-way through a new tart recipe when Wulfrin strolled in, sleeves rolled up and hair slightly mussed from the breeze. "I figured I’d lend a hand," he said casually, already reaching for an apron. Ciela raised a brow. "Since when do you bake?" "Since now," Wulfrin grinned, grabbing a mixing bowl. "How hard can it be?" Ciela handed him the cookie recipe she’d written out, smi

A few days later... Late morning light spilled through the front windows of Fondante's Inferno, casting golden pools across the floor. The scent of freshly baked raspberry pinwheels filled the air, and the hum of soft music crackled faintly from the corner phonograph. Ciela was at the counter boxing up a special order when the front bell jingled, signaling another customer. A tall player with jagged red armor and an annoyed scowl strode in. His username read "Grit." He didn’t so much as look at the display before slapping a hand down on the counter. "Twenty col for two croissant

It was a quiet morning, the air still heavy with the scent of damp wood and smoke despite their efforts. The repairs had started, and Wulfrin had reinforced the deck with stronger beams while Ciela re-varnished the herb boxes and replanted the singed rosemary. She’d baked a fresh batch of cinnamon scones with clove and honey glaze, partly for comfort, mostly to reclaim the scent of her space. She had just set out the scones on a cooling rack when the front door creaked open. A small figure stood there. “Eliot?” Ciela asked, a little surprised. She wiped her hands on a towel and approached