Nymoria

Nymoria eyed the other player as they drove the sword through the small drake’s face. The movement was lacking elegance, even if it did complete the task at hand. She considered saying something about it, pointing out the brutality about it, but then she remembered that not all fighting styles were the same. Smiling gently, she instead decided to point out the idea, building upon it as she considered the strengths of the other player more thoroughly. Perhaps finesse is not your passion. You fight well, and handle your own. We haven’t taken damage, you said. Which is good. It shows we fig

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The wolves shot passed her as Nymoria brought her blade up to meet them, both groups missing their targets by a mere hair’s breadth of spacing. She spun even as she noticed them passing by her unscathed for the most part, turning to meet them on the rebound that she knew would be coming. A flash of claw and tooth greeted her blade, and Nymoria found herself once more pulled into the fray of conflict as the pair attempted to overwhelm her defences and slice into her. The flurry of the fight drowned into Nymoria, and she found herself entirely enveloped in the chaos of it all, seeing the s

It turned out that her foraging wouldn’t be in vain, as Nymoria came across a collection of small blue gemstones entwined in a natural wrapping of what seemed like golden twine. She’d carefully and gingerly picked up and stored the items as she glanced around the fields once more, trying to determine what her next steps would be. She could feel the exhaustion of the day quickly catching up with her, and she wondered if she shouldn’t look at heading home soon. Soon. But a bit more work here wouldn’t be wasteful. I’ve already collected a lot – no small thanks in part to Musei’s help – but

She sighed as she rolled to her side and up into a crouched position, swaying as a bout of dizziness came over her and caused her to close her eyes for a moment. She steadied herself with a hand on the ground, waiting for the spell to pass before slowly opening her eyes once more. She wanted nothing more than to shake away the feeling, but knew that if she were to move too suddenly or too aggressively, she could very well throw herself off balance and collapse onto the ground once more. Maybe I pushed myself a little bit too hard… She grinned at her own joke, the humour somewhat lost in

She spotted a pair of golden gemstones in the distance, glittering against the reflective light that shone down the from sky above. She wanted to get up and grab the pair, and yet her body failed her – collapsing against her will as she felt the exhaustion soar through her and the muscles tensing. Even within the game’s system, Nymoria had found that her body felt almost real in some senses; she knew it was nothing more than her mind’s attempt to adapt what was, with what should be, and yet she found herself behaving more and more realistic with each passing day. Just take a few moments

The wolf pair dispersed into a collection of shards that, once more, rained down upon the ground before disappearing from existence. Nymoria had long since gotten used to the death of creatures, players, and everything else within the game – something that she should’ve been more disturbed by, if she’d stopped to think about it. Instead, she turned to face the remainder of the wolf pack, watching as they scurried away from her suddenly. She sighed softly as they did so, knowing that she wasn’t in a great place to be fighting anyone else at the moment, and wanting nothing more than to take some

The sabre tore through the first forms of the wolves and left Nymoria standing in a rainbow of shards cascading to the ground, her blade levelled as it wavered in the air from the force of the strike. She had easily cut through them, a feat that would’ve been far more difficult for her months ago – and yet somehow she found herself feeling empty at the accomplishment. As if it weren’t real; not something that she had completed, but rather something that she had stolen away. Shaking off the feeling, she heard the sounds of something slamming into the ground behind her, turning just in ti

The ring of sabre meeting wolf’s teeth echoed in Nymoria’s ears as she deflected the first assault of the pair, driving them both off to the side and around her. Her feet shifted across the ground, determined to keep them as much in her sights as she could, even as they worked to flank her. She had a momentary pause of concern as she realised the remainder of the pack would be behind her – even if only momentarily. But as she came around again, forcing the pair into a position where the rest of the pack was more obvious, she felt in control once more. The feeling of depression, the depth

No answers magically came to her. Nymoria wasn’t surprised. There had never been any sort of magical, instant cure. Never any sudden answer to what was wrong with her, or what caused her to be so self destructive in the first place. Years of therapy, of speaking with professionals had never resolved it, never confirmed for her why it occurred. She would’ve been shocked if the answer had suddenly come to her inside of a video game, although she wished it had. Maybe this is just…my punishment. For being so reliant on everyone else still. Maybe I’m…not strong enough? It was her typical answ

Typical. You can’t even find anything on your own, can you? That’s why you came here. That’s why you rely on the system itself to help you. And even then, you can’t do it! You’re nothing more than a failure, a disgrace! It’s no one wonder no one has tried to save you from this world yet. No one cares about you. It flowed through her with a venom that was paralysing, Nymoria’s hands hovered over the area they had been reaching for as the voice had started. She could feel it shaking, her entire body shaking in response to the hatred and loathing that coursed through her mind. She wanted to fight

Her breath caught in her throat as she recognised the voice, its return a sign that she hadn’t managed to push it away as successfully as she had wanted. Nymoria felt a chill run up her spine, causing her to shiver against the warmth of the artificial sun that beat down on her from above. The wind swept plains suddenly felt less welcoming, less warm and less peaceful than it had mere moments ago. You didn’t think that all the good things that were happening could keep happening, did you? Did you actually think that good things happen to you? She knew, suddenly, what was happening. She’d

Calmness spread over her as the last of the snapdragons disappeared from sight, leaving her alone in the field for the time being. She let out a soft sigh of relief as she dropped to the ground, her body filled with an exhaustion that seemed to spread far beyond just the physical. She wanted nothing more than to simply fall asleep in the spot she had fallen, but she knew the dangers of such an action. Besides, there’s still so much more to do here. You just need to rest a bit…and then maybe you’ll feel better? You’re just tired, that’s all… As much as she tried to convince herself, somet

From Nymoria’s vantage point she had the perfect position to watch as the form of Acanthus stumbled after her, sword barely in hand as the player rushed into the conflict after Nymoria’s mad dash across the field. The player’s flow was, once again, less than nimble to the sabre wielder’s eyes. Not that Nymoria was judging the player’s capabilities – they slammed their blade into each of the floating creatures with a level of ease that spoke of someone capable of using the sword art system to its basic requirements – but Nymoria could see that it didn’t go much beyond that. She tilted her

The impact of the small drake like creature slamming into her forced Nymoria’s mind clear. She felt herself thrown – a feat that was, in a way, impressive for the small creature to cause – into the dirt and forced to roll in order to avoid the follow up attacks it attempted to lay upon her. The sabre barely managed to remain within her grasp as she rolled to the side, her motion and momentum carrying her away from the small drake as she eventually came to a stop and leveraged herself to her feet. She felt herself swaying in place, the fallout of the assault leaving her feeling light head

The first snapdragon exploded into shards, leaving Nymoria facing only its brother – or is it a sister? – as she stepped to the side, still fighting to control the voice within her mind. Confusion, anger, depression, a collection of various emotions that seemed to roil and rage within her as she tried to get herself and the situation under control once more. Her blade was, thankfully, steady in her hand as she settled into the another defensive posture. As much as she tried to ignore the voice and focus on the fight, it seemed determine to pull her attention, even just a little bit. You

The blade of her weapon slammed into something, although Nymoria wasn’t entire sure what it was, her mind filled with the screaming that was driving out the sounds of the voice that attempted to torment her. Her eyes could see the creatures in front of her, repelled by her ferocity as she continued to slash and slam her blade through the air, all form of finesse lost in the momentary rage and fury that engulfed her. Whether they were afraid of her or not, didn’t matter to Nymoria. Her movements were savage, a desire to rip and tear and end the existence of whatever stood in her way. That

The pair burst into shards, leaving Nymoria alone for the moment as she collected her thoughts and considered the difficulties of the world itself. She had become so used to simply slashing her way through the mobs, that she had forgotten something important to her, a promise that she had made following the announcement about their new situation, their new lives. She’d been so focused on fighting for her freedom, that she was becoming the very thing that she had always despised, always hated. You’re becoming merciless. It’s one thing to face these mobs, knowing that you need to bring them down