KnightessCiela

Ciela stood still for a moment, eyes locked on the man in front of her. He was her husband, her everything. Watching Wulfrin in battle never got old. There was a sharpness to him, a kind of focused brutality tempered by elegance. Every motion was deliberate, every strike precise. It was like watching a master sculptor carve destruction from the battlefield. She'd seen him fight countless times before, but somehow, it never got old. As his blade cut through the final watcher with a hiss of pixels and fading red light, Ciela felt a proud smile stretch across her face. When Wulfrin turned ba

ph * * * Total SP: 185 Using 15 SP Reflective [7 * Tier Thorns = 28 Thrns]: 10 SP Keen Sight[+2 LD to Searching, Gathering, Detection, and Loot Checks]: 5 SP KnightessCiela consumes a portion of her and Freyd's gungnir - 1 portion taken and shared with others KnightessCiela's Gungnir: The Very Innapropriately Shaped Glizzy | ID: 245863 | T4 Demonic Feast (6/6) | MIT III (Filled) | OH 1 | 1 portion - (5/6 Remain) [desc.] Too lewd and inappropriate for the System to render fully. You know what's hiding behind that mosiac. Ya nasty. Freyd's Gungnir: Smokin' Hot Hon

Avalanche had already taken a decent beating from Wulfrin and Astra, slashes of fire and flurries of steel cutting into its shimmering form. Now it was Ciela’s turn. Her heart thudded in her chest, but her expression was focused. She had a plan. Shatter. That was her latest strategy, designed to drop an enemy’s mitigation and make them easier to finish off. It worked well against most monsters. The idea was simple: she hit them first, then Wulfrin came in to deal massive damage. Teamwork at its finest. But Avalanche wasn’t playing by the usual rules. Her Shatter ability didn’t seem t

Ciela's blade connected with a satisfying clang, causing the Watcher to stagger backward, digital particles breaking off its crystalline armor. Its long and sharp claws swiped through the air, barely missing her shoulder, so close she could feel the chill pass her skin. She adjusted her footing, breath visible in the cold cave, eyes locked onto the creature. "One more hit and this thing’s done," she said, panting. "You got this, love." Her words were more for herself than anyone else. The battle had been long and tedious, but it would be worth it. She and Wulfrin still needed to collect E

Wulfrin had been laser-focused on helping Ciela become fully raid ready, even more so now that she was finally going to participate. They spent nearly every waking moment prepping, gathering rare boss drops, crafting consumables, and fine-tuning different pieces of gear. Ciela had never felt this level of pressure before. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore. It was about contributing, pulling her weight beside frontliners she so deeply admired. The nerves ate away at her, quietly growing louder the closer they got to raid day. "I don't think we'll need buffs,” she tried to joke, glanci

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The group crept closer to the edge of the frozen lake where Avalanche was rumored to be waiting. The crunch of snow under their boots echoed softly in the silence of Floor 29’s tundra. Despite the bite of the bitter cold that clung to Ciela’s fingers and seeped through her boots, she couldn’t help but marvel at the snowfall drifting around them. Snow had always enchanted her, glittering flakes tumbling from the sky like sugar crystals. It reminded her of childhood winters, of laughter and snow angels, of warmth tucked behind frosted windows. Inspired, she reached into her inventory and pu

The Watcher’s health bar was steadily draining, piece by piece, chunk by chunk. It was slow-going, but progress nonetheless. Ciela's arms ached from the repetition, her breath fogging in the chill of the cavern. The icy, claustrophobic cave where the Watcher had made its lair had long since lost its novelty. She was over the frost-covered walls, the slick footing, and the biting cold that clung to her clothes like static. “I swear, if I never see another icicle again, it'll be too soon,” she muttered under her breath, landing another solid strike that caused the Watcher to flinch. Sh

Of course she pouted, Ciela was stubborn, especially when it came to her pride. “Well yeah… but…” she muttered, arms crossed and lip sticking out ever so slightly. The look stayed glued to her face until Wulfrin finally spoke, tossing a compliment her way that made her shoulders loosen just enough. Her eyes narrowed, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You win. For now,” she grumbled with mock defeat. Never one to back down entirely, Ciela turned her attention to the rocky cliffside above the frozen Watcher. “Okay, let’s try this.” She bent, scooped up a decent-s

Ciela pressed forward, sticking to the battle plan they had laid out. The Watcher, now frozen solid thanks to Wulfrin’s well-timed strike, stood stiff like a monstrous ice sculpture. But that didn’t stop her from wanting to make things even easier for her husband. With a sharp inhale, she tightened her grip and drove her sword into the boss’s side with a solid, echoing clang. The vibrations shot up her arms, but she had braced her footing well enough that it didn’t throw her off balance. For a brief, fleeting moment, she imagined what it would sound like if the Watcher toppled over and sh

Using Armory 2 (Tracker's Alliance) charge: [1/1] Skill(s) Being Dropped: Energist, Combat Mastery DMG R3 Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Stamina, Ferocity SP Incurred Towards Limit: 23+21(44)/30+30(60) | 30 day cooldown ignored w/ Armory + 30 SP Armory 2 SP Refunded: 21 Cost: 21,000 Col + 2 Guild Tokens

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For now, they continued gathering supplies before the next boss fight: Avalanche. Ironically, the cold of this floor reminded her just how much she hated both extremes. Floor 4’s bitter chill and Floor 5’s stifling heat were tied in their misery. Her first and last visit to the icy hellscape had been a trial, facing Absolute Zero with Mina, Kat, and Wulfrin back when she was still uncertain, still finding her place in the group. She was different now. Stronger. Braver. Maybe even just a little bit badass. As they arrived on Floor 4 the chill went down to her bones. She was miserable. She

Ciela clenched her jaw as her last attack whiffed through empty air, the Spectral Knight once again slipping just out of reach. But this time, she didn’t let it eat at her. Frustrating? Absolutely. Defeating? Not a chance. She pressed forward, slashing with sharp, determined arcs, her blade carving through the flickering form of the spectral foe. Then finally, finally, steel met resistance. Her sword struck true, slicing clean through the boss’s core as though she’d willed it to solidify for her alone. The Spectral Knight let out a low echo of a groan before its body burst

Star’s voice reached Ciela like a lifeline through the chaos. It was steady, calm, and comforting. “Relax. You’re doing alright.” It was simple encouragement, but in that moment, it meant everything. The knot of tension that had been building in her shoulders slowly began to ease. Her brow unfurrowed, and her clenched jaw loosened just enough to let her breathe. The grip on her sword relaxed, but not too much. She still had a job to do. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Maybe she wasn’t perfect. Maybe she wouldn’t land every strike. But she was here. She was trying. That had

Ciela’s nerves buzzed as she stood beside Wulfrin. The fact that he’d never faced this boss before wasn’t exactly comforting, but it made sense. Before the last raid, there hadn’t been time for side objectives or personal prep. Now, they finally had time. Time to breathe. Time to fight. Together. But breathing got harder the moment the temperature around them plummeted. Ciela visibly shivered, breath fogging in the sudden chill as a towering shaman materialized out of thin air. It felt like the world had shifted into a nightmare, the monster’s hollow eyes locking onto them with a mal

Ciela's first official raid had ushered in a whole new chapter of her time in Aincrad. She was no longer just the wannabe tank and baker tucked away on a lakeside property on Floor 22, she was a frontliner now. That meant pushing forward, facing tougher enemies, and stepping into places she once wouldn’t dare approach. And soon, that meant braving Floor 29. The floor reminded her of a horror film, always dark, always gloomy. The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. Floor 29 loomed with promise and danger, a place none of them had yet conquered. Ciela was terrified, and not just of

Ciela’s entire world narrowed to a single point of focus, the Spectral Knight looming in front of her. The roar of battle, the clang of metal on metal, even the sound of her own heartbeat seemed to fade into nothing. Her hands gripped her weapon tightly, knuckles white beneath her gauntlets. She had spent so long standing on the sidelines, gaining levels and crafting, and supporting. But this time was different. This time, she was supposed to do damage. She was supposed to matter. For the first time since she wandered out of the Town of Beginnings, someone was relying on her. She darted i

"Thanks Star! You rock!!" * * * Ciela takes x1 King's Core

Ciela’s heart thudded wildly in her chest, a storm of nerves and anticipation swirling in her gut. She was terrified, but beneath the fear was something brighter: excitement. This wasn’t just another material run, nor was she lingering at the edge of danger while others carried the weight. No, this time, she was walking into a raid as part of the team. This time, she was ready. She and Wulfrin had been grinding tirelessly for boss drops, crafting new gear and different items, and adjusting her build. She’d even swapped out several skills to better support the raid team. Every item planned

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Fighting Spirit, Combat Mastery Mit R3 Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: SP Incurred Towards Limit: 23/30 SP Refunded: 23 Cost: 23,000 Col

It was official. Ciela had everything she could have ever hoped for. A home she built from the ruins of fear. A bakery born from love and survival. And now, a husband who stood beside her through every trial, danger, and triumph. For a moment, the world seemed to pause, as if holding space for her joy to bloom completely. A sly smile curled onto her lips as she turned her eyes to Wulfrin, who was still basking in the glow of their secret lakeside wedding. "Now," she said mischievously, "it's time for cake." Before Wulfrin could react, Ciela grabbed a generous handful from the spare cake s

Ciela carefully set down the two-tiered cake she had made, the icing delicate and smooth, adorned with tiny sugared violets and soft swirls of cream. It was modest in size but crafted with such care it looked almost too perfect to eat. Just like everything else today, it was hers, theirs, a symbol of a quiet promise made before the chaos to come. She glanced over at Tam, who stood nearby in his well-worn fishing vest that somehow still looked formal on him. His gravelly voice carried the familiar cadence of calm as he casually rattled off his recent catches. “You know, the usual. A few Mo

"I was worried about the last raid, and I'm worried about this one." Ciela grasped Wulfrin's hand. "We'll get through it. I'm very willing to help as a support for the frontline, but I don't see me being able to actually take any of these big ass bosses on. I'm not strong enough yet." Ciela was very much fearful that tagging along with Wulfrin would get her killed, but she didn't really care at this point. She absolutely wanted to support him as much as she could during this raid. She wasn't about to just sit on her ass like she did during the last raid. Ciela brushed her hair out of her face,

The day before the raid meeting, when tensions were high and everyone buzzed with last-minute preparations, Ciela and Wulfrin slipped away unnoticed. They’d made a quiet decision, one born not out of impulse, but out of the shared weight they carried. With the looming threat of battle ahead and little time guaranteed to anyone, they wanted something that was just theirs. One moment. One promise. One memory untouched by strategy, danger, or duty. Ciela had spent the morning in her kitchen, flour streaking her cheeks and arms as she baked with wild, unrelenting focus. Her way of coping, of