Bliss

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Siren and Astra finally fell back from the front, their exhausted retreat leaving Bliss with a clear line of sight and, finally, free reign to unleash everything she had. Her heart raced, but her lips curled into a sickening grin as she turned toward the cannons. Her hands moved fast, precise, preparing each weapon with careful intent. She checked them one last time, running her fingers along the bolts and seals, ensuring nothing would misfire. For once, the universe didn’t betray her, every cannon was ready, primed, and hungry. The first shot rang out with a thunderous boom. The recoil shook

PH * * * Post Action: Rebuild Barricades ID: 251214 | LD: 2 (+Armor Skill R1) = 3 Running Total: 95

PH * * * Combat: Bliss is at full EN Bliss gains 1 HP Bliss' Turn: Post Action: none Free Action: none Stats: Bliss | HP: 35/35 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | MIT:98 | ACC:1 | BH:1 | REC: 1 | Thrns: 81 Inner Demon 4 - Kristian | HP: 26 | DMG: 31 | MIT: 5 Enemy Turn: Attack vs Bliss ID: 250180 | MD: 7 | DMG: 31 - 98 MIT = 1 DMG | Kristian takes 81 Thorns DMG Stats: Bliss | HP: 35/35 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | MIT:98 | ACC:1 | BH:1 | REC: 1 | Thrns: 81 Inner Demon 4 - Kristian | HP: 26 | DMG: 31 | MIT: 5 * * * Thr

Bliss straightened, her breathing steady, her body aching from the weight of everything she’d just endured. Yet there was strength in her now, fragile, imperfect, but undeniable. Her voice, once tangled by stutters and fear, came out clearer, sharper, carrying every ounce of pain she had carried for decades. “All these years,” she began, her eyes locked on the figure wearing her mother’s face. “After everything. You taught me to be silent. To keep my mouth shut. To swallow my pain until it drowned me. And still, still, I tried to give you a chance, Mom.” Her voice quivered, not with fear, but

Bliss’ stomach twisted as the words formed in her throat. She had dreaded this moment more than any other, because she knew it would force her to open the wound that had never healed. This was the memory that had shaped her hate, the memory that left her scarred not just by others, but by her own mother. Her voice cracked as she began, eyes fixed on the figure before her. “In high school… I tried so hard to make you see me. To hear me. But you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t even give me the time of day.” Her body trembled as tears welled up. “I told you... that something bad happened. I stood there in

Bliss’ chest tightened, but she forced herself to keep going. Her mother’s face, looked like it was on the verge of breaking. But Bliss knew better. This wasn’t her mom. Not really. She was just a trick being played on her mind. That didn’t matter though. She wasn’t going to waste the chance to finally say everything she had buried. Keeping it bottled up had been poison for years. Her voice trembled, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “N-Not even a w-week later,” she began, her throat constricting around every word, “I came home from school sobbing. My knees were scraped, dirt stil

Bliss’ breath hitched as she wondered who would be next, would it be the one she had dreaded deep down? Her body went rigid, her mouth falling open in shock. Standing there, where Cait had just stood, was her mother. “M-Mom!?” Bliss gasped, her voice breaking as disbelief tangled with fear. “Wh-what… wh-what are you doing here?” The words slipped out raw, unfiltered, because in her heart she already knew. The entity wasn’t just showing her old scars. It was making her face every wound she’d buried, every person who had carved her into the girl she became. And her mother… was at the root of it

Bliss steadied herself, sucking in a deep breath as she forced her trembling body to still. Her chest rose and fell, but her eyes never left Cait. “No,” she said, voice cracking but laced with steel. “W-Weak people… w-weak people are the ones w-who kick someone when they’re already down. I-I was a grieving k-kid, Cait. A ch-child who just lost her father. A-And you...” her eyes burned, fury igniting behind the tears, “y-you chose cruelty. Th-that’s on you. Not me.” Her words rolled sharper with every syllable, gaining strength. “A-And it didn’t stop there. D-Do you remember what you did next?”

Bliss’ cheek still stung, her skin hot from the phantom slap, but the sting wasn’t what rattled her most, it was the smile. That hollow, sinister, unchanging smile that lingered on the entity’s face, as if it fed on her suffering. She blinked, trying to catch her breath, but when her eyes opened again, Shane was gone. In his place stood someone else. Someone she had once loved dearly. Her breath hitched. “C-Cait…?” The face staring back at her belonged to her childhood best friend. Cait, who used to share crayons and a nap time mat, who used to promise forever. But forever hadn’t lasted.

Bliss’ boots splashed through the wet moss as she finally set foot on Floor 6. The air was thick with mist, cool and damp, and it clung to her skin as if whispering that she didn’t belong here. Her eyes darted through the trees until, there. The figure. Her figure. This time, it didn’t run away immediately. Instead, it lingered, almost taunting her with its presence. Slowly it began to retreat deeper into the woods. “W-Where’s this waterfall?” Bliss demanded, her voice cracking. The entity’s grin widened unnaturally, stretching into something inhuman. Its voice echoed hollowly, as if carried f

Bliss faces off with her Gemini, finally healing from all the trauma. * * * * * * Bliss PT total 185 In addition to the skills listed in the big block, Bliss takes 9 Ranks of Reflective (Enemies take +7*Tier Thorns Damage on successful non-critical attacks made against you.) Bliss | HP: 35/35 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 7 | MIT:98 | ACC:1 | BH:1 | REC: 1 | Thrns: 81

Bliss tore through the woods, feet pounding against the soft forest floor, her lungs burning with every frantic breath. She didn’t know who... no, what she was running from, but the dread pressing against her ribs told her it was close. Too close. Her chest ached as she clutched at her heart, the thudding beat nearly unbearable, and with a violent jolt she woke. A scream ripped from her throat, or tried to. Nothing came out. Her mouth opened, her voice strained, but silence swallowed everything. Her arms and legs wouldn’t budge either. Panic clawed at her as she realized she was trapped, awake

Bliss continued hammering and tightening joints along the tower’s base, sweat rolling down her temple as she worked. The ground shook beneath her boots once again, and when she looked up her eyes went wide. A massive boulder, bigger than anything even her best trebuchet could have dreamed of launching, lay embedded in the dirt like some god had hurled it straight from the heavens. “R-Riardon, what the h-hell t-threw that thing?!” she shouted, half in awe, half in disbelief. Her hands froze for a moment, then flexed back into motion, her mind spinning with the terrifying reality that something

Bliss’s face lit up the moment she received Astra’s message about the crab boil. She had been curled up in her nook with a brand-new book, only a few chapters in, but the pages could wait. A chance to be hang out with people and especially her guildies was worth putting the story on pause. Little by little, she was finding her place among them, no longer quite the quiet, trembling newcomer who kept to the edges. Thanks to Ciela’s warm welcome, Wulfrin’s steady presence, and Astra’s constant encouragement, she was beginning to feel more comfortable in her own skin. Her stutter still slipped in

Bliss’ lips curled into a small, warm smile as she glanced over at Astra. “Y-Your faith i-in me is a-astounding, Astra.” Her voice carried both gratitude and a quiet determination. She’d always been good with her hands... Machines, tools, structures, anything that needed repairing or building had always come naturally to her. She approached the trebuchet like it was an extension of herself, every bolt tightened with precision, every piece of wood fitted perfectly. It came together smoothly, the kind of work that made her chest swell with pride. Before Astra ran off to the front to protect them

Astra always had that effect on her. Being near him was like finding the eye of the storm, where everything stilled, where fear and anxiety melted into calm. With her head resting against him, Bliss let her eyelids flutter shut, her breathing slowing as she drifted into the warmth of sleep. Her dream came swiftly. Bliss opened her eyes to see herself in her shop, the familiar scent of oil and metal hanging in the air. Astra stood beside her, sleeves rolled up, grease smeared along his arms and across his cheek. She smiled softly; he looked out of place surrounded by wrenches and carb

Bliss practically jumped out of her skin when Adelyte appeared beside her, letting out a sharp squeal of surprise. “F-Fuck! W-When d-did you get here?” Her heart was racing, hands clasped over her chest as she glanced over Adelyte and then down the winding mountain path. There was no sign of her climbing up, had she just appeared? Bliss blinked a few times, deciding it was better not to question it. With a breath to steady her nerves, Bliss quickly fell in step behind KnightinGale as the group approached the monk ahead. "Welcome to my temple," The monk bowed as he spoke. "I am Master Yun

Bliss’ eyes sparkled like polished sapphires as Astra told her he could listen to her talk all day. Her heart did a little somersault. He must really mean that... he must really like me. Her stutter had always made her feel like a burden in conversations, like she was too slow, too awkward, too much to listen to. And yet, here was someone who wasn’t just patient with her… he enjoyed hearing her speak. She looked away bashfully, then glanced back at him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I-I’d love th-that!” she chirped, her voice filled with genuine excitement. “I-I know a l-lady who c-c

Bliss’ cheeks flushed a deep, burning red as Astra gently swept her bangs aside and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Her breath caught in her throat, the world momentarily falling away beneath her feet. She blinked up at him, wide-eyed and stunned, not out of discomfort, but out of pure, unfiltered emotion. If it had been anyone else, she probably would’ve decked them right then and there, no questions asked. But Astra? Astra was different. He was special. Someone who made her feel safe without even trying. And she hadn’t felt this way about anyone… ever. “I-I’m r-really happy t-to

Bliss was entirely focused, her blue eyes sharp, her hands steady, and her nerves on fire. Each board she hammered into place, each tendril she knocked away with her wrench, was another moment bought for the raid parties fighting further up the beach. “B-Back! G-Get b-back!” she snapped, batting away a slime-soaked, blackened tentacle that dared slither too close. The eldritch horrors that haunted this floor didn’t give players a single moment of rest. But Bliss had no plans on slowing down, not when lives were on the line. Every time she and KnightinGale reassembled a barricade, two more

Bliss left the comfort of her cozy little book nook with a determined heart. She wasn’t built for the frontlines. But she was built to support the people who had helped her rediscover her voice and carve a space for herself in this chaotic, insanely dangerous world. Ciela and Wulfrin had done more for her than they probably realized, and now it was her turn to show up for them. As she stepped outside, she fired off a quick message to Astra, who was already off delivering the sword. She took a breath, gripping her huge wrench tightly. Time to be brave. Floor 29 wasn’t what she expected.

Bliss had gotten separated from Astra and Cobean in the chaos, both of whom were knee-deep in combat with the water elemental. What was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach had quickly spiraled into chaos, complete with mossy monstrosities and aggressive water creatures. Honestly, she wasn't expecting this turn of events. Today was supposed to be a relaxing beach day, the most she expected to be fighting was a sunburn. As Acanthus redirected her attention to assist the others against the elemental, Bliss found herself left with a trio of angry boars closing in on her. “G-Great. I’m

Bliss only glanced away for a second, just one second, and when she looked back, the tall, blonde man had vanished like a ghost. She blinked in disbelief, scanning the area as if he'd somehow melted into the crowd. “W-What the…” she mumbled softly, peeking behind the NPC she’d originally been talking to. With a shrug and a confused expression, she accepted the quest and took a small breath. Welp, that was weird. Then, a familiar voice cut through the ambient hum of the forest town. She hadn’t actually spoken to him before, but she remembered his voice echoing across the beach on Floor 24.

Bliss felt her heart thumping as her own words echoed in her head, favorite person. Why did she say that? What if it was too much? She glanced at Astra, whose mouth hung slightly open in surprise. She couldn’t tell if he was stunned in a good way, or if she’d just scared him off. Her mind spiraled with doubt. She was never great at reading people, and the silence between them was growing unbearable. Then, he spoke. A wave of relief washed over her so fast she nearly exhaled a laugh. The tension melted from her shoulders, replaced with a bright, beaming smile. “I t-totally get w-what yo