KnightessCiela

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Crafts on 8/30, 8/31, 9/1 approved.

A smirk crept across Ciela's lips as she stared the boss down. "Belregor, you lazy-ass 1hp motherfucker. You wish you could tank damage like my sweet ass can. You think you're borracho beans at a Tex-Mex food truck but you're really just cold pintos at the Baptist Potluck. If there is one thought I want in your mind as you leave Cardinal's sweet domain, I want you to know that I am literally better than you at everything. Dealing damage? Can't hit Yuki for shit. Taking Damage? Gotta resort to 'hide your health bar' mechanics. So long as you keep standing, I will stand too, and my presence will

Ciela tilted her head, smirk spreading like wildfire across her lips as Belregor’s blade came down harder, faster, angrier than before. “Ohhh, that got you to hurt me, huh? Don’t like being emasculated, do ya champ?” Her tone was razor sharp, teasing, each word dipped in venom and mockery. She laughed, low and cruel, letting it ring out just to get under his armored skin. “Too damn bad. All you’re doing is proving my point. I'm packing more than you are.” She stared at him with the confidence of someone who already knew they weren't winning this fight unless she kept his attention, but as long

Ciela’s gaze locked on Belregor, molten fury churning in her chest. Her dark brown eyes shifted, glowing an ominous, fiery red. The edgy bastard had the gall, the absolute and sheer audacity, to hurt the people she cared about, and she would not stand for it. Heat rose in her throat until it burst free in a rage-filled, guttural scream, far louder and more savage than the one she’d unleashed in the first round. This one dripped with wrath, power, and an unyielding promise of payback. “Alright, you glorified fucking tin can,” she snarled, her voice sharp enough to cut steel. “Come at me. W

Finally, Ciela thought with a little victorious flutter in her chest. A beach day. It had been far too long since she’d felt sand between her toes and the sun on her skin, and the promise of free food didn’t hurt either. Still, she’d never dream of showing up to a gathering empty-handed. That simply wasn’t her style. Her kitchen smelled like summer by the time she was done. Neatly stacked into a huge box were Pina Colada Blondies with golden pineapple chunks, tangy Key Lime Bars dusted with powdered sugar, and delicate Watermelon Mint Macaroons that looked like tiny edible jewels. She ticked t

Ciela’s eyes went wide, her jaw slack as she watched Belregor rise into the air like some overdramatic stage magician. The sheer audacity of him just… floating there had her baffled. It was completely on brand for His Edginess though, she’d give him that. Still, if someone had told her before she bought this game that it was essentially Dark Souls with real-life consequences, she would have politely said, “No thanks,” and not thought about sword art online for another second. The absurdity of it all was only heightened by the blaring K-Pop music thumping in the background, making the whole sce

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As Belregor’s body began to shift, the grotesque sound of bones cracking, twisting, and snapping into place echoed around them, sending a shiver down Ciela’s spine. It was like listening to a tree being ripped apart from the inside. Her stomach flipped, her grip on her sword tightening instinctively. Then, the darkness that swallowed them faded. Ciela looked to Wulfrin, who was holding a Crystal of Divine Light in his grip. Then came the worst part, Belregor's transformation. The boss’s form stretched, warped, and contorted until he stood before her... looking exactly like her husband. Ci

Ciela’s entire body tensed as the sickening crunch of bones echoed through The Black. The sound was so visceral it made her eye twitch. "Ugh, I will never stop having nightmares about that noise," she muttered, gritting her teeth. Belregor, never one to be boring apparently, swapped out his blood red blade for some kind of segmented monstrosity that looked like it came out of a discount sci-fi film. The fractal weapon seemed to writhe in his grip like a metallic centipede. "Oh cool," Ciela deadpanned, "a sword with commitment issues." Wulfrin shot her a look. The kind that said "You

Ciela was doing exactly what she was meant to do, holding the boss’s attention like a pro. Belregor’s glowing crimson gaze locked onto her, and she could feel the weight of his malice with every step he took toward her. As he raised that massive blood red blade, Ciela dug in her heels and braced for impact, muscles tense but ready. She didn’t flinch as the weapon came crashing down. As the blade collided with her body, she was grateful that her and Wulfrin's preparations came in clutch, as Belregor's blood red blade collided with her, the thorns on her armor activated, piercing through his own

As they approached the looming silhouette, a deep, primal dread settled into Ciela’s chest like ice water. The figure ahead stood unnaturally still, he was massive, cloaked in blackened armor that reflected the pale moon light. Every rasping breath it took echoed like a blade scraping across stone, harsh and unrelenting. It reminded her, in the most absurd way, of Wulfrin catching sight of a perfectly seared steak, hungry and singularly focused. But this wasn’t something she could laugh off. Her gaze locked on the boss's visor, a narrow slit glowing faintly red, as if it had been carved out of

Ciela had only just recovered from her last visit to Floor 5. The scorching sun, the endless dunes, it was basically a sandy sauna with monsters. She, Wulfrin, and Astra had somehow managed to take down both the Sandshark and Avalanche in a single chaotic day. Just thinking about it made her want to drink three gallons of water and take a week-long nap. The desert was not her favorite place, but it had what she needed: another Terra Firma Scale. With a sigh and a roll of her shoulders, she swiped open her menu, the soft glow of the interface flickering against her fingers. An idea had str

Ciela smiled at the silver haired woman that stood before her, looking up as the woman was considerably taller than her. "That'd be me." The bubbliness overflowed through her words. Following not long after was a man, same height but shrouded in black clothes. Ciela focused on his piercing blue eyes. Ciela smiled at the man, "Always!" Another tall man approached, but as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared. Ciela turned to the other players, "Well! Let's get a few introductions out of the way, my names Ciela. What are y'all's names?" A smile was plastered on her face. Ciela h

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Kat’s hug wrapped around Ciela like a warm cozy blanket fresh out the dryer on a cold winter day, it was familiar, comforting, and exactly what she needed in this moment. Ciela smiled into her friend's shoulder, already hatching plans for a surprise visit. Maybe she’d drop in at Kat’s shop with a batch of pastries, or better yet, plan a girls' night in while Wulfrin got lost in his work at the forge... again. They hadn't hung out together much since before the last raid, and honestly, she missed that kind of downtime. But there was no time for girlish giggles now. The Midnight Ripper loom

Ciela stood with her hands on her hips, wind ruffling her hair like a dramatic anime protagonist. The corner of her lips curled into a sly grin as she glanced back at Wulfrin, her eyes alight with determination and just the faintest bit of mischief. “You bet your sweet ass this is my adventure,” she quipped, winking at him before turning to march confidently ahead. She led them down a winding path to a grand valley nestled on Floor One, sunlight bathing the hills, birds chirping, the whole picture perfect thing. But Ciela was not here for the sightseeing. “We’re gonna do a few rounds of

“It’s honestly no big deal,” Ciela said with a small laugh, brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear. “I help because I know how it feels being away from family and proper food. After a while, field rations start tasting like cardboard with a side of regret. A good homecooked meal now and then? Changes everything.” She reached into her inventory and pulled out one of her signature parchment-lined baby pink tins, the sweet scent of baked goods immediately wafting through the air. “Here,” she offered with a smile. “I always pack extra. It's become habit, really. You’re welcome to some.