KnightessCiela

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

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

The morning after the attack, Ciela was up before the sun. The bakery smelled faintly of smoke despite her best efforts to scrub every trace of it away. Still, she refused to let the events of the day before linger in her mood. If anything, it fueled her determination to reclaim the normalcy she had built here. She opened the windows wide, letting in the fresh lakeside breeze. Perlita, ever her tiny sentinel, darted between sunbeams on the floor while occasionally glancing toward the deck, as if daring trouble to return. Ciela got to work. The oven roared to life, and she slippe

The next day... The joy of the festival lingered well into the next morning. Ciela stretched lazily as golden light filtered through the windows of Wulfrin’s home. She was curled up in a blanket on the couch, half-asleep and still smiling from the night before. The memory of fireworks and Wulfrin’s kiss played in her thoughts like a cherished dream. From the kitchen, Wulfrin poured water into a kettle, and Ciela wandered over, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Through the wide kitchen window, the lake shimmered in the morning sun, and just beyond that, her bakery stood quiet and inviting,

A month later... Ciela was halfway through icing a fresh batch of berry tarts when she heard it, the unmistakable sound of a firework cracking in the distance. She looked up, startled, and then rushed to the back windows. From the bakery’s lake-facing view, she could see it clearly now: colorful banners flapping in the breeze, small boats with lanterns drifting out onto the lake, and townspeople, NPCs and players alike, gathering for something. "Oh my stars," she murmured. "Is that today?" Perlita let out a squeaky chirp and bounded toward the door as if confirming her suspicion