[PP - F4] The Warm Sun Solstice <<Harbinger of the Night>>

[Lessa 1]

♦Lessa
<<Harbinger of the Night>>

"I don't care how cliché it is," Lessa announced, "I just freaking love the fourth floor." The exclamation was unnecessary, of course, as her blue eyes danced with all of the excitement that her tone held. In fact, every inch of the Empress simply hummed with eager energy, like a child with a secret she can't help but share. Or, more aptly, a child on Christmas morning. Because while on the fourth floor, that was essentially what Lessa was. Trapped in an eternal state of holiday cheer, Snowfrost's decorative window-displays, strings of lights, and towering pines never ceased to amaze her. Even now, with some of the snow melting, and grass beginning to poke through, the festival feeling remained. On a hard, contented sigh, she added, "This place is just great. Don't you think?"

As she asked the question, Lessa squeezed the arm of her festival-date (which was remarkable, considering how tightly she already held him). Then she leaned into him, pressing her chin against his jacket to gaze up at his face. "I'm assuming that they'll have food here," she continued, moving on to what was undoubtedly one of her most important concerns. "With it being a festival and all, I mean. They normally have snack carts set up." Pulling back, she peeled herself off of Bahr, but kept her arm loosely looped through his. At this angle, she could easily stay tethered to him and scope out dinner options. "But if they don't, we could always drop by the Rabbit."

A few more moments passed, with Lessa content to simply watch the people flow around her like a rock in a stream. The pure, unbridled joy on the faces of players and NPCs alike warmed her more thoroughly than a mug of Alexander's hot apple cider. What a nice change of pace, she caught herself thinking. Especially when compared to the horror, destruction, and death she had witnessed during the Storm of Shadows. 

"Thanks for agreeing to do this with me," she stated suddenly, swinging her gaze back to Bahr's again. "It's nice to just have fun for once."

Spoiler Lessa, The Empress Level: 31 Paragon Level: 34 HP: 800/800 EN: 112/112 Stats: Damage: 23 Mitigation: 122 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 40 H.M.: 8 HLY: 8 REC: 8 THRNS: 72 Equipped Gear: Weapon: Arcael's Might (T4 THSS - DMG DMG DMG HLY) Armor: Empress Armor (T4 HA - HM HM THNS THNS) Misc: Neutron Star Necklace (T4 TRINKET - ACC ACC REC REC) Skills: 2HSS R5 Heavy Armor R5 Battle Healing R5 Energist Fighting Spirit Charge Active Mods: Impetus Iron Skin Ferocity Stamina Vengeful Riposte Emergency Recovery Inactive Mods: Active Extra Skills: Parry Inactive Extra Skills: Battle Ready Inventory: Teleport Crystal: 5 Berry Crumb Bar (LD3): 2

[Astreya 0]

Astreya made her way back from the forests beyond the town, with Frosty perched happily on her shoulder.  Astreya had done her best (which admittedly wasn't enough) to try and teach her familiar how to aid her in combat.  The Frost Vulture (an anomaly from the ninth floor) however was mostly an incredible coward and had fled from each and every combat that Astreya had attempted to undertake, which had led to her eventually just giving up.  If the bird wanted to be a dirty coward and just run around and find things for her instead, then Astreya would just have to deal with that.

However, as she was coming back into the town, she realized that there was a lot more going on here than when she left it.  She frowned slightly as she looked around, not quite sure what, exactly, was going on, but it seemed like as she drew closer to the city that the sounds of excitement and other such things were starting to reach her ears, and not only that, but the scents of various types of foods were as well.  "Wait is there some kinda party or something going on?" the girl asked, glancing to the bird on her shoulder.

The Vulture gave a low crowing sound but didn't respond beyond that, merely moving back to start preening at its feathers again.  "Ohmigod you are such a diva," the young woman spoke as she rolled her eyes, making her way further into the town while the sounds of celebration continued to rise and she couldn't help but to let a small smile move across her own features.  

There were NPCs and PCs both here enjoying things, and she didn't even realize it was happening.  "Okay, this is too cool," the girl spoke as she moved, beginning to make her way through the crowds as she followed the scent of the various types of food, a wide grin on her features.  "Oh man.  This is awesome!"

 

Stats, Skills and Gear:

Spoiler

--Level 19
--HP: 410
--NRG: 56

--Base Damage: 9
--Mitigation: 62
--Regeneration: 2% (Currently 8)
--Accuracy: 3
--Thorns: 18
--Taunt: 1
--Prosperity: 1

Skills:
Battle Healing: Journeyman
Fighting Spirit
Howl
|-> Focused Howl

Familiar: Hunting

2H Straight Sword: Expert

Heavy Armor: Grand Master
|-> Impetus
|-> Iron Skin

Concentration

Gear:
»Silver Frost [2H Straight Sword] | Rare T2
[Damage] - Gain +2 base damage per slot.
[Accuracy] - Add 1 onto your BD rolls (Cannot cause crits)

»Battle Dress | Rare T2 Heavy Armor
[Mitigation] - Prevent 12 damage from successful attacks against you.
[Thorns] - Successful non-critical attacks against you deal 18 unmitigated damage to the attacking enemy. Only activates on damage dealing, melee attacks.

»Hoya of the West | Perfect T1 Trinket
[Accuracy II] - Add 2 onto your BD rolls (Cannot cause crits)
[Prosperity] - Gain +1 to the base multiplier when receiving col from killing an enemy.

»Spotlight | Rare T2 Trinket
[Taunt] - Adds 1 Hate generated from successful attacks, Howl and Furious Howl.
[Recovery] - Regain 2 additional energy on natural CD rolls of 7+. 

Consumables:
»Starter Healer Potions | Heals 50 HP
[3 Total]
»Tier One Damage Potion of Uncommon quality. (+1 Damage)
[1 Total]
»Tier One Health Potions of Rare quality. (+10% HP)
[3 Total]
»Tier One Immolation Potion (+10 Thorns Damage)
[1 Total]
»Fixer Upper (Salve) | Antidote I
[1 Total]