Nymoria

Nymoria had wandered into the shop only after spending an indiscriminate amount of time beyond the entryway, pacing back and forth as she tried to figure out what she would do once she had entered the area. When no idea had been forthcoming to her, she had simply pushed herself inside, heading up to the counter and smiling in a polite, pleasant way that somehow seemed apprehensive and reserved. She raised a hand in greeting, signing slightly as she spotted the form of the knightess behind the counter. Hi, Ciela. A part of her wanted to say more, to explain her absences and the way in whic

Nymoria stumbled into the area behind Morningstar, still trying to piece together what had occurred earlier. She watched as the man seemed to take a measure of his impatience, anger, or some other feeling she couldn’t quite associate out on a collection of barbarian looking individuals. Are we…on a volcano? The words were slow in her mind, sluggish in a way that made her feel more drowsy than alive in the moment. She shook her head slightly, barely catching the call of Morningstar as he looked for more opponents to face – opponents like the two who had risen from behind Nymoria, alerting

A familiar face had stood from their seated position a few paces over. Stood being a somewhat polite term, as they upended the table that they had been settled at, spilling everything that had been atop it before stumbling to collect it all. Nymoria had moved to assist, but had found the items quickly retrieved before she could obtain any of them herself. She gave a quick smile towards the clearly nervous player, before preparing to step away and look for another in relation to the dragon quest. Wait…isn’t that…? She waited quietly as the individual before her spoke about the quest that

Nymoria had almost sighed in relief as she spotted the form of Acanthus – a somewhat familiar face, if she were to be entire candid. Still, it was far better than listening to the NPC prattle on about their camp that was under attack; prattling being the key word, as she’d be unable to interrupt his monologue regardless of what she attempted. It is good to see you again, Acanthus. She smiled as she signed, Kirk taking no notice of her lack of interest in his continued explanation of their woes. A part of Nymoria felt her heart go out towards the man, and another part of her wanted nothi

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Battle Healing Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: N/A SP Refunded: 30 Cost: 30,000

Paragon Benchmark Reward Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread)

Thread Summary Word Count: 10,716 EXP: 10,716/10x1x4 = 4,284 [Progression] + 300 [Quest] = 4,584 EXP Col: 400 col [Progression] [Familiar] | Familiar submission for evaluation linked here.

Familiar Obtainment Thread: Among the Shadows Familiar Name: Shōkan Familiar Description: An eight tailed kitsune. Its form seems to shift as smoke from a fire, an odd measure of material and ethereal in its very existence. A familiar hint of cherry blossoms seems to follow it's form, as if left behind in memory. Familiar Image

Nymoria placed the bag on the ground between the creature and herself. She remained still as she waited for it to relax a bit, to find the comfort it had when she had been busy within her own mind. The fact that it hadn’t run away yet was a good sign to Nymoria, and she waited patiently with the knowledge that she had a chance to coerce it towards her, to make it see that she wasn’t a threat. She took the time while she waited to glance over the creature’s form a bit more, taking in details that she hadn’t originally noted due to the shifting form, and the darkness that surrounded it. S

She focused on shutting down the race that her mind had begun; trying instead to bring herself back to the reality of the moment. She couldn’t ignore the thing, that much was certain. It was here now, and would be something that she would simply have to overcome – a challenge, like any other. She just needed to figure out how to overcome it, which meant that first she would need to figure out what exactly it wanted. It’s fox like in appearance, maybe it’s just hungry. It could just be looking for something to ea- Nymoria almost smacked herself, stopping short only through the awareness t

Nymoria didn’t move as the thing’s presence registered in her mind. There wasn’t anything immediately nefarious about the creature sitting before her; in fact, if it weren’t for the darkness that surrounded it, and the odd way its form seemed to shift and shimmer against the world around it, Nymoria would have considered it a regular fox. There were oddities among its imagery, for certain, and yet there was no immediate display of aggression or a desire to hurt her. Even the bite upon her hand, which Nymoria assumed it must have given to her in an attempt to break her away from the depths of h

Nymoria fought against the darkness that was overwhelming her. Her vision had become clouded, the tears in her eyes tearing away her ability to view the world around her as anything but a shifting, flowing form that appeared entirely wrong to her mind. She wanted nothing more than to submit to the depths of the darkness, to give in and forget all the horrors that had been her life up until now. Maybe it’s for the best…maybe it’s what I should do…what I should do for everyone else. Who am I going to help, if I can’t help myself? What’s the point of it all…it’s not like anyone would benefit from

There was a way to end it all. The voices, the displeasure, the hatred…the self-loathing. You didn’t take it, because you were too weak. Too incapable. You couldn’t even do that for everyone else! The darkness had seen its chance, and rushed to the forefront of her mind, the words flowing over her as Nymoria reached out a hand against the nearby wall to stabilise herself. It hit her physically, as the feelings rushed over her, causing her head to swim and her vision to cloud slightly. You could have brought it all to an end, to be free of it forever. No one would ever miss you, would they? Who

Eventually I’m going to have to head home, and perhaps retry this tomorrow…or try something else. Some thing are just not meant to be, after all. Another sigh as she realised everything was slowly unravelling for her; there would be no success today in finding a new companion, no success in discovering any of the secrets hidden away in Yomi, no overcoming the challenges of communicating with the ghostly apparitions that roamed the streets of the town. Sometimes you fail at things…but I’m failing at a lot of things…I need to find a way to succeed at things. She ignored the commentary from

The disliked the snarky voice, tossing it aside and turning her attention to a stone figure that she had stopped before. It reminded her, somewhat, of a canine. The way it sat upon its haunches, and the way its ears bent slightly, seemed almost dog like in nature – though the face was anything but a dog. Nymoria couldn’t help but wonder if it was some local figure that had been considered a prized possession of their history or momentous occasion, and found herself searching for some marker or label that would explain the piece. She came up empty handed, however, and eventually stepped back fr

This place could almost be…relaxing, if not for the…well, everything. Nymoria glanced into another abandoned house as she passed by, seeing little in the way of interest within its boundaries. She considered, for a singular moment, heading inside just to make sure she hadn’t missed anything, before convincing herself she was better off continuing upon her current route. Her mind wandered again as she moved down the street; her eyes taking everything in even as she felt a small disconnect from her current reality, as if moving on an automated path and programmed behaviour. It’s quiet, eve

Nymoria shook away the thoughts, knowing that it wouldn’t help her in the moment. The haze that had been settling over Yomi seemed to be descending in force, covering the streets in a smokeless veil that disturbed any plausible sight over a distance; a reminder of many older movies that seemed to believe the fog would cover every dark alleyway that one passed or went down when wandering a street at night. Nymoria glanced about, considering her next steps carefully. Everything here looks familiar…I think I’ve been down that way already. What about going right? She glanced at the street t

Nymoria had been referred to the shop, and although she couldn't remember whether she had attended it before or not, it somehow felt oddly familiar. She wandered into the area with an apprehensive intention, as if scanning for dangers or things that could jump out at her with a sudden intention to harm her. Her appearance was almost school-girlish, and yet at her hip swung a sabre that was clearly meant for anything but fencing. Slowly she moved up to the counter, waiting for the attendant to notice her before raising her hands and moving them through an intricate collection of signs that

Nymoria’s eyes roamed over the entire cavernous area. Cerberus had come to a halt, stepping back from its edge of command where it had been directing the hellhounds to assault them; a sign that Nymoria didn’t like. It was rare that a boss – quest or otherwise – stepped back from an attack, and it usually meant that more danger was upon them. Her eyes roamed over the area, taking everything in before turning back towards Astra to check the pathways that they had taken to get to this location. Nymoria jumped, her sabre coming up into a readied position, her arm held back and the blade level

Nymoria stood silently listening as Freyd explained…well, a lot, if she were being entirely honest. Words flowed around her as she caught portions of his tone, his intention and the content that he tried to share with her. Words that seemed to flow with a level of haze and misconnection; as if listening to a conversation from a distance. She focused on his face, trying to read the lips as they moved, and although she was well versed in such exercises, some words were foreign to her – or perhaps simply corrupted through some visual affect upon her capabilities. …ditch…horrors? She signed

But does that mean we shouldn’t try? It may be pointless, but… She stopped herself, realising that there were far more important things to focus on. As much as she wanted to help the lost spirits, she knew that any sidetracking from their main purposes, anything that wouldn’t assist them in their escape, would be nothing more than a hindrance towards their final goal. We need to fight and clear and escape. But…who says we need to lose our humanity along the way? Who says we can’t do good…help the things in here, where we can? She stopped and leaned against a nearby wall, pondering the concept

She shook away the despair and anger that it brought, trying to realign herself by turning towards the seating area visible across the hallway. It was similar, in a somewhat more basic way, to her own home’s seating area. Small cushions around a low sitting table; a delicate representation of more traditional living areas found within a home. The cushions were organised, seated where they had been left after someone had used the area and cleaned up after themselves. Undisturbed through the passing of time, and the lack of further usage of their properties. Another reminder that this had once b

She was as surprised by the motivation within her mind as she was by the sudden movement of her entire form, heading into the house’s entryway and stepping beyond the doorframe. The visage that met her eyes was fairly standard for a home in Yomi – a simple entryway leading into numerous small rooms, from eateries to seating areas. The majority of the house was elegant in design, and shared commonalities with the other homes that Nymoria had visited – and yet, there were still personalised objects that differentiated it from the neighbouring buildings. Small trinkets, likely meant to be a signi

I don’t know why…but it just feels right… Nymoria had stepped away from the small parkade area that she had originally spotted the animal. She’d been convinced, now, that the thing wasn’t one of the ghostly apparitions that seemed to flow throughout the town of Yomi. It may have glowed the same, but Nymoria had felt more of a solid, tangible presence from the thing that had appeared, and disappeared so suddenly. She may have been imagining it, she was certain that was a possibility, and yet she had no real reason to think why she would do such a thing. The ethereal beings that had walked

Nymoria pushed off from the wall, intending to head away from the area when something caught her eye. She had just barely noticed it, a small glimmer of movement similar in essence to those of the individuals who had once been residents of the town. This one, however, had appeared entirely different in form from those humanoids that she had seen wandering the streets. Nymoria could have sworn that it appeared almost fox like in form, although as it disappeared from sight and left her standing there alone, she found herself questioning her own eyesight. I’m…not sure, but I think it was a