Nymoria

Nymoria wasn’t sure what had drawn her attention towards the quest, it was far beyond anything else she had ever done before. Higher in the floors than even her recent adventures into the fifth floor’s desert. A memory that she wanted nothing more than to forget about, and possibly a reason for her sudden desire to leap into something new. She’d thought, perhaps foolishly, that she would take some time away from heading into the world in order to calm and control herself, but the next day she’d headed out in search of something to distract herself. An action that had brought only an irked atti

The desert sky had held no hidden messages for her, but she’d stood there for some time staring at it. The beauty of the twinkling had kept her for a time, however, as she’d stared at the dancing lights in a mixture of peace and wonder. Something about the flickering lights had called and held her attention, and by the time she had moved into the town and back towards the teleportation pad, night had fallen in earnest. Lights within the town had become lit as the entire population shifted towards the end of the day, most NPCs and players retiring inside to complete their daily routines, whatev

Nymoria recoiled suddenly, her eyes snapping open as she realised what she had almost done without any sort of hesitation or second guessing. She could feel her hands shaking, as much from the shock of it, as from the fact that her adrenaline was suddenly coursing through her with the forcible return from the internal thoughts she had begun to sink into, the darkness almost grasping hold of her without any resistance. She forced herself to her feet, the sabre suddenly in her hand again as she drew it in a smooth, singular motion. So engaged with her adrenaline rush she barely registered t

Her sabre passed through it with ease, tearing the thing in two and ending whatever pain it may have been feeling in its final seconds of life. She wanted to feel something negative about what she had done, but Nymoria was surprised to find that she felt only a deep emptiness, as if the action of killing a thing – even if it was digital – didn’t phase her anymore. She felt her face scowl in response to the realisation, an almost sickening feeling welling up inside her. She didn’t like the fact that she was becoming not on accustomed to killing things, but felt no disgust towards the action as

Three exploded as Nymoria’s strike tore through them, leaving only a singular member of their pack standing. She spun to face it even as it launched itself through the air towards her, hoping to catch her unawares and busy with its now fallen companions. She felt as the nails of its claws slammed against her sabre, barely turned away even as she cut deeply into its legs and paws, causing it to cry out as it landed off to the side, hard. Nymoria stepped back a bit, giving herself a moment to catch her breath as the thing struggled to its feet. Both of them knew that it was barely alive, b

The sand hyenas hadn’t been ready for her sudden rush, their tight grouping giving them a disadvantage as she forced her way into, and through, their small pack. Her sabre had danced around, slashing leg and face as she focused on stunning each and every single one of them in her passing. She could feel as her blade intersected with them, leaving them behind as she carried on and through, eventually coming out the other side and pausing to catch herself. She turned back to confirm that they had been held in place, frozen as the stun effect of her sword art coursed through them and left t

The walk back had been somewhat calming, if a bit lonely. Nymoria was happy to have been able to move at her own pace, although the lack of company – left alone with just Musei, once more – had felt oddly out of place during her steps towards the town. She still felt a measure of discomfort at having left the elderly man behind, but it had been clear that he wasn’t going to leave until he was ready to do so; and that likely was going to be once the quest itself had completely reset, with her presence gone from the area. I’ll probably see him back in town once or twice when I make it back,

”Here we are.” Nymoria peaked around as the man pulled out what appeared to be a box, average looking in every detail except for the lock upon its front. She watched, curiosity growing, as he pulled a key out and slid it into the lock. The lid popped out, and Nymoria found herself glancing over the items in modest confusion. Although she hadn’t been expecting piles of treasure and col, the items inside – a collection of letters and assorted other minor trinkets – appeared more common than she wanted to give credit to, considering everything they’d gone through to get them. She felt a question

The wind and sand battered them as they stood silently, Nymoria waiting to see what the man would say in response to her words. She could see his eyes narrowed, stuck in consideration as he seemed to eye her stance. She assumed that he was taking into view her entire form, seeing the tensed muscles and clear discipline that showed through the way she held the sabre; soft in her palm, yet firmly gripped so as to not let it loose. A grip that would bespeak of some level of expertise with the weapon, to any who had the eye to notice such a thing. Whether he noticed it or not, Nymoria wasn’t

There were seven of them, each wearing robes of similar fashion to those the elderly man that Nymoria had been escorting through the desert. Theirs were lighter, providing less bulk than what her companion wore even if it covered all of their forms. The sand continued to blow and surround them, just enough to ensure their forms were little more than indistinguishable silhouettes that appeared right before her, and yet far enough away to be indecipherable. Her blade shifted with the wind suddenly, her grip light enough to allow it to waver slightly. The lead figure suddenly approached, tu

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She followed calmly as the trio made their way back into the town, making a direct path towards the alchemist. She could see the hopes in a few steps as they thought that, perhaps, the quest would be over. She’d come to know better, following the most recent updates that Cardinal had gone through; they still had quite a ways to go if they were to complete the quest today. Not that she’d tell them, yet. She’d stood off to the side at Zackariah’s, smiling to herself as the alchemist turned them away with gifts that looked questionable at best. A slight change from when she’d taken the quest

She was certain that the expression of confusion on her face must've been comical to the other two as they continued to explain the entire situation, and yet Nymoria found herself not quite understanding it. Wulfrin had explained it to be related to the rolls in a random number generator - she assumed this was something internally that Cardinal handled, as a backend system within the game - and yet nothing he made really made sense. She pictured a set of digital dice quickly rolling every time she did something, an image that appeared both off putting and comical at the same time. Shrugging it

Her continued searching had been fruitless, just adding to the growing annoyances that were building up within Nymoria’s mind. She could, thankfully, play off her lack of success due to the storm that continued to swell and swirl around them, but she’d also been hoping that her original success would continue to a point where she could make the trip at least somewhat worthwhile. The continued lack of anything valuable meat that she was, for lack of a better purpose, simply following her escort and glancing about open sand areas in the hopes that he would somehow begin to walk faster. Not

The man slowed as he entered the edges of the outcropping, the area providing at least some protection from the winds and sands that whipped at them, if not blocking them out completely. Nymoria strode up beside him, her eyes casting about as she waited to see if they’d reached their destination or not. She was careful to keep the look of annoyance and desperate desire to return home off of her face, knowing that it would do nothing in the moment. ”We’re almost…there. This outcropping…is familiar.” She could’ve sighed at his words, had she not more restraint on herself. She had been hopi

An outcropping in the distance, just barely visible through the storm, had caught her attention. She’d been about to point it out, when the man suddenly turned towards her, his voice mostly lost against the wind and Nymoria’s lack of hearing, but the movement of his arms and general stance told her everything she needed to know about what he was trying to say. A quick nod in return, and their direction had shifted slightly as they made their way towards the outcropping, hoping to find some sort of solace from the storm. Her eyes continued to wander across the sands before her as she step

The cheeks on her face flushed slightly at the collection of compliments she suddenly received, and Nymoria found herself ducking her head into the grasses to avoid the looks of the others while she composed herself. She’d done nothing more than speak earnestly and honestly, hoping that what little she knew would assist them in their first steps. She took only a few seconds before reappearing into sight, her expression still warmed by the embarrassment, and yet her eyes and smile showing a hint of acceptance, and happiness, in response. Thank you. The sign was simple, slow enough for all

Nymoria had hovered back a bit, circling around the outside as she watched the trio of other players moving in tandem to her. The two newer players, Kana and Caliburn, seemed to be somewhat awkward in their movements – a feature that Nymoria had once seen in herself, and had since seen in numerous other newcomers to the field of battle. She made a mental note to provide them some feedback after they had completed the fight, but saw no immediate emergencies in their actions. She was, in fact, impressed when Caliburn managed to score a strike that caused the wasp to freeze up as the stun e

16/8/2024 Rank 1 Artisan | 6/19 EXP Crafting Buffs | N/A ID CD Result EXP 1 226471 3 Fail (-1 Material) +1 EXP 2 226472 1 Critical Fail (-1 Material) +1 EXP