KnightessCiela

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

"Thanks Rai!" MMMYOINK

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

Ciela’s words carried an easy confidence, the kind born from lessons learned both in and out of a classroom. “A great teacher makes an environment that encourages learning,” she began, recalling the wisdom of a college professor. Her voice softened, warm with sincerity. “Positive reinforcement makes for a better learning environment. Negativity doesn’t encourage learning, it kills it before it starts.” She turned her head toward Acanthus as she smiled, her tone as steady as her conviction. “If you only focus on failures and ignore successes, no one learns. But if you highlight what someone doe

Ciela couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips as she watched Astra stumble over what to call Wulfrin. The hesitation, the awkward pause, it was all too familiar. It mirrored those early days when Wulfrin himself wasn’t quite sure how to address Freyd without sounding too formal… or too casual. It was like watching history repeat itself, the story unfolding all over again but with new players. Her eyes softened with amusement and quiet nostalgia. “To keep our energy up, I made us a little something to enjoy,” Ciela said, her voice bright and teasing as she flicked through her inventory.

"Happy Anniversary!" *** Knightessciela takes: Frostflame Bulwark | T4 Demonic Armor (Heavy) | ID 244227 | Flame Aura 1 | Flame Thorns 1 | Frost Aura 1 | Frost Thorns 1 Forged in the heart of an elder glacier pierced by a volcano, the Frostflame Bulwark hums with opposing primal energies. The metal is slick with frost yet warm to the touch, engraved with runes of fire and ice spiraling around its form. It bears the symbol of a tiny black rose, barely visible on the sacrum plate. Valkyrian's Guard | T4 Demonic Shield | ID 244228 | Thorns 2 | Taunt | Holy Blessin

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: KnightessCiela is at full EN and HP 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