Raidou

Standard Recovery +4 EN, No Recovery (out of combat), Charge CD [2/3] Surveying the area, there was no easy way to call these creatures that came after the boss out. There had been bugs, snakes and plenty others to indicate it was completely random. Raidou’s eyes peeled to the ground around the trees. An area that no one was looking at. “Nothing back this way,” Raidou announces, turning to glance back toward Nisa. That woman was still just standing there, almost like this time she wasn’t waiting for anything. Every other time there had been an objective, an item or even a creature to wipe

*This thread might benefit from the 10 post closure rule, the conversation do be fizzling A lean back in his chair, adjusting himself to the weight of her decision. An inhale would see him move a hand to his brow, remove his glasses and fold them up. He'd lean forward and take the items away one by one. A finality as the tablet was the last among them. "Then there is nothing left to say, welcome to the light Hilda. I'll call on you only if I absolutely need to. I think that if your alright with it, I'd like to allow Simmone and Shiina to know where you are. If you can handle it." A look down

That smile of his doesn't fade as she begins completely poking holes in that flip around. "Alright alright, you got me. I was so flipped upside down I thought you wanted the rock, ok?" He'd hand her the rag and the teleport crystal, after tapping it and predesignating its coordinates. He'd give her the opportunity to wipe her face, straighten her hair a little if she was so inclined. "Mari?" The mental freeze finally clearing, she'd start to move and accept in a way that actually would strike Raidou with a mild shock. There was some growth after all. That was not the answer he'd been

*side note: had to use an image because the board hates mirrored text Listening to her voice it felt almost unreal, another induced day dream between them that always bordered a nightmare. Not quite comfortable but not quite painful either. "Uh, Of course." he'd toss the thing over his right shoulder, allowing it to clatter to the wall and flop pathetically to the ground like a wet napkin. Clapping his open hand against his forehead with an audible slap. "I was just messing with you." He'd offer a smile to dismiss his own stupidity and embarrassment. Mainly to just scratch some of that real

A shock like static through the system that caused him to pause, the book whisked so carelessly to the cobbled stone beneath him bouncing off its spine. A thought races through his head, causing him to lift a finger but no sound comes out. Then another with a metaphorical lightbulb flickering to life in his mind causing his finger to become rigged once more, but nothing twice that causes it to become flaccid. The swordsman clears his throat, struggling on the notion that a question he'd asked every visit was finally actually considered. Her decision, her choice. Finally feeling like she'd paid

The dark and narrow corridors of dimly lit stone walls continued unending. Temperatures dropped into almost winter levels as the mans breath would start to become visible. A set of goblins here, a ghoul or two there. Wave after wave as he passed cell after cell. Black metal bars of iron long forgotten, stood unmoving and empty with that that they trapped inside. A rat cuts across the room, as the nomad's foot finds a puddle formed from droplets that rhythmically tap in from cracks above. The strike of a match would see a sconce on the wall spring to life, offering a warm glow that felt almost

Raidou comes in like a wrecking ball and slams into its large shelled frame causing it to tip over on its back. Clashing against the sand, trying so hard to get back up with no advancement in those attempts. It looked like Simmone would win that bet after all. The others were doing a fair job of making its health bar tick down. This would not take much longer. Glancing at Nisahime, there was something about her today. There was no random walking around, no idea or smirking talking about what was being done today. Was there no motive or demand today, did the woman collect everything that was ne

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 244075, CD: 9 (+8 EN), Charge CD [2/3] Somehow these wisps were still spawning, it sorta confused Raidou. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, pulling his weapon up to disperse the few that had appeared. Chest was burning slightly, it wasn’t really pain it was more of a heaviness like the weapon that was being wielded. “Give it to Nisa, maybe her just touching it will make it stop.” The chances that this would actually work were slim but there had been a lot of weird things going on today and this thought was not far off from

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 244047, CD: 4 (No Proc), Charge Refreshed Raidou could feel his body trying to give but he had to keep going if not for himself, but for them to know that anything is possible. The creatures seem to be more wild than before, movement became undetermined. Taking a deep breath as he began to glow. A short jaunt and a rush find Raidou on the other side of the large Golem, cleaving up, down, twirling the weighted blade to make connection with the last as they all burst in unison. Evening his breath, knowing that there was going to be more

*No QTY +3 on Loot Roll 244020, fixed but no change to drops also NICE Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades, Recovery: 244019, CD: 1 (No Proc), Concentration Refreshed, Charge CD [2/3] Raidou could feel his energy waning. Slow breaths were given to keep the others focused on the task. Gaius seemed to be doing well and the others are doing a fair job keeping the wisps off of him. When those fire creatures showed up, Rai would watch them to simply see what they did. Some decided to rotate around the group, almost like thinking was being done. Was cognitive thinkin

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 243995, CD: 3 (No Proc), Concentration CD [4/5] The fire wisp burst without a second thought, another would make a sizzling sound as it started to turn a white color. Raidou was taken back from this. How are they changing and why now? One of the newly formed wisp tries the dive for Gaius and Raidou swings up, turning it into nothing. He could hear the man whisper something but not exactly sure what. The point was that progress was being made. Glancing back up to the remaining two trying to make sense of it. The light coming from them w

Concentration CD {4/5} A look to the girl with a smile he'd offer the reply "I am sure I..." A heavy beat causes the sentence to fall to silence. "No. Make that no." A flash of red would bleed into his iris and convert them to lanterns, causing a thickened red vapor to start to trail itself from his crimson clad shoulders. A pivot and turn of his sword arm sees the blade twirl, air to the palm as he'd firm up his grasp. Feet slide apart, a practiced veteran ready to face his opposition head on. "Hey Ciela, when they lower their guard to kick my teeth in. Give them hell to pay." A nod to W

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 233148 | Recovery CD: 1 (No Proc), Focused Howl Refreshed, Parry Refreshed, Vengeful CD {3/4}, Justified CD {3/4}, Parry Duration [1/3], Charge CD {2/3}, Concentration CD {1/5} "Eruda Shield up! More inbound. Wulfrin, Morningstar. Well done." The swordsman spat in a hurried phrase and an adjust of his glasses, his feet sliding deep and wide in an instant. A surge as his stamina bar would begin to see it plummet in a snap, and with it his frame would surge to close the gap. Like lightning, a blur of red sees him slide past in an opaque smudge. A spray of sparks ac

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 243961 | CD: 1 (No Proc) Setsuna rushing straight forward at him, he interprets the reveal and doesn’t even flinch as the girl seemingly passes clean through him. Instead his weapon was already being turned in his palm, and with a jerk up in the air sees the storm boom to activity just above. A bolt scatters through the air and clutches itself to that lightning rod, making it swell with aggression. Traces of yellow electricity run down and back the length of the blade. Hungry to be discharged. The swordsman follows right in behind Setsuna, clapping two quick

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 243941 | CD: 7 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed The swordsman swipes his inventory, unequipping and reequipping his sword with a quick drag of his finger. This recalls it to his back, sheathed again with the handle poking over his right shoulder. A flick of that same hand sees the screen close shut, and seek out the handle perched behind him. It tightens and tugs, pulling free that sword that hums abruptly and violently in that same instant. A trail of blue color lingers from the scabbard to the blade, as he tears the few feet toward the creatures with much more seriousn

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 243921 | CD: 2 (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] Another chain of power rushes down the tired old veteran's steel, showing his intention in that cobalt color as it rushes the length of that pale yellow edge. Welling with life, it would see itself turned in his clutches and driven deep within the crabs' massive undercarriage. It plants deep, causing the element to be released inside causing its legs to twitch and curl uncomfortably. The little bar denoting damage jumping into view and begging for attention. Stepping back with his weapon remaining, he’d reach for the

The swordsman pressed his finger to his brow, pushing the glasses closer as he’d move to the line that Nisa had drawn. As his companions rushed across the battlefield, he’d keep looking at the woman who was wearing the most proud of herself expression. Behind his right shoulder, he’d tear the weapon free in one quick jerk. The glowing light yellow steel, like gold but much less rich and washed out. The shade of sunlight. A flicker of blue washed its surface, and he’d lift it high as a bolt of lightning would strike the point. “We’ll be done shortly.” He remarks as he walks past her, offering t

Hopping on one foot trying to get a shoe on, “Eruda where is my other shoe,” Raseria jumps off the sofa and runs to the kitchen. Moments later showing up in front of Raidou with the missing item. He chuckles with a pat on her head before quickly getting it on. Starting to head out the door, hearing his name being called. Turning as Eruda throws his robe over the shoulders, fixes his hair slightly, kisses him on the lips and then stuffs a piece of toast in his mouth. Taking a bite with a smile, “Thank you love you see you tonight.” Raidou was never late, but today he was. Taking out a teleport

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Black boots dig themselves neatly into the tan near white sands. Light dances upon the man's brow in a way that causes the shields of glass to illuminate briefly to hide his eyes from view. A practiced veteran and traveler clad in red, and with him a small strike force still tailing the enigma. The curiosity that was this woman. As if she was privy to some network of complexes and structures stolen away from the common eye. In his earnest attempt to understand deeper, this was all he could really do. Her motives still on the wind and carried with it little to glean. But it was the only option

A Drink on The House | 243583, CD: 11 -> Cinnamon Vodka The man looks down at the counter, perplexed by the sudden inclusion. Setsuna was already downing it with her own stoic yet brash acknowledgement of how the game couldn't possibly harm her during a quests objectives. The reasoning was sound yet the quest was clearly off the beaten regular. Fingers clasp a small shot glass. Clearly alcohol, he'd down the thing in one fell swoop. A hint of cinnamon, and he began to divide the composition mentally. "I see." It wasn't his choice, but it was functional and there wasn't any outlying not

Travel Back | 243579, LD: 2 -> You pass a scarecrow that moves every time you take your eyes off of it. It disappears as you enter the bar. With his follower capsized, Raidou peers over the side. It was gone, what's worse is he never heard it hit the ground. Setsuna was starting to get on edge, and the other two where having issues with direction. "Best get this over with." he remarks as he heads deeper in the boat to grab another. Another rustle sees him expect another fish friend, yet this one was some sort of straw man construct. His eyes dart toward the movement, and it halts immed

Unloading the Cargo | 243575, LD: 2 -> You find one person on the ship, if you can call them that. An undead, fish-person with eerily long arms. They clutch a broom in their hands and they slowly sweep the deck, specifically behind you (the roller) as you explore the ship. Going through the stack of documents, the nomad sets his gaze upon a manifest. Confirming the establishments dealings while also causing a corrupted quest to insert itself into his vision. "H.P. given the context. Is Howard Phillips. The author of countless eldritch oriented novels." He'd set down the paper and accep