Raidou

Through the crags of sand, past the bubbling ocean on his immediate left. The soft rapping of crunching joins the sounds of waves upon the shore. Various palms seem to sway in that wind, and like the leaves the nomads hair follows the same flow. "How are we fairing?" He offers with a smile to his companions who were just as eager. Some had seen this place before, others had not. A question of attire was in order, this was probably the first time they'd ever imagined seeing Raidou in a pair of swim trunks. He'd move to the edge and start by folding out a place for them all to sit. They needed a

Concentration CD {4/5} Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226448, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Enemy after enemy in droves pouring through the metaphorical floodgates in the shape of windows, like water through a dam. It would probably be much worse if they weren't restricting flow using the tower as a funnel. But clearly the Witch wasn't entirely prepared for them to arrive, which she never seemed to be ever prepared enough. Probably do to the fact that every time she prepares for a version of them, they drastically outpace whatever preparations she's made. She had a players problem, that she could

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +39 HP, Recovery | 226357, CD: 5 (No Proc) The sharpened red film met with his determination, mixing into a thick purplish red fog. The creatures around him begin to drain, as they wrestle his weapon from his grip. Siphoning off their life Raidou manages to close his own wounds, pushing himself through tooth and claw. Every fiber of his being struggling to break his binds. A singular cry from above, that clap of thunder. Nothing is impossible. The familiar voice rings through his ears like a distant memory, and with it the storm above dump

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226335, CD: 2 (No proc) Raidou was at the forefront, his own energy starting to drain but he had not the same issue. His armor light, his sword much lighter then he was used to. The nomad was making steps at such a unnatural pace, bobbing and weaving through nearly all that would grasp at his heels. A wave of darkness rushes toward his torso, and again he slides off to one side. Real low he spreads out and uses his right arm on the solid yet non existent surface. The crimson red robe on his back yelling out in aggressive flapping as it is assailed by th

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226321, CD: 11 (+8 EN) It was clear that they were no longer just doing a simple chore anymore, and Raidou quickly dons his robe as they rush into the mouth of madness. The weapon he is carrying begins to give off static that sparks out in thin and curved veins of yellow, screaming to be released in a sharp chirping. Simmone catches a sidewinder and Raidou blinds past. Beating feet as fast as his legs could carry him to close the gap. Suddenly Celeste appears to his immediate left and a wave of fire sees the guy slide underneath the blast. He makes it a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226301, CD: 2 (No Proc) Quick to rush to the window sill, the wanderer leaps out and is met with the aggressive rapping of his cloak as he descends. Blade at the ready, he is finally having an opportunity to confront the woman in reality. "Stop!" he barks out in attempts to cause her pause, but she offers none. Slipping into that void, her hair being the last to disappear in a stark contrast to the blackness. Raidou looks back toward his party, sighing deeply as he weighed his options. She was crafty and moreover quick, there was no telling when this op

Concentration CD {3/5} Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | CD: 9 (+8 EN) Sliding his feet as a multitude of the witches experiments barrel into the chamber one after another. Each seem to seek out Eruda and bounce nigh harmlessly off her shield. The side effect being that now all these hostiles were now in one lump gathering ripe for the picking. His blade moves to match his line of sight, the length of the blade leading to its point. Without warning light builds and quickly transitions into static that rushes from where his hand is to the point and back. A sudden jerk to clear the gap

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Concentration CD {2/5}, Recovery | 225700, CD: 8 (+8 EN) Despite the sheer vulgarity of Celeste's statement, there was quite a bit of truth in it as well. Raidou simply nods as he turns on his heels, the golden blade of Auric Sunlight suddenly becoming a facsimile of a sun in a vibrant hot light. As he does, he pivots and rips the blade across in a horizontal cleave almost too fast to see. The attack connects and is aimed in a visceral area. A slight *shwink* is audible as it passes clean through the witches neck. The attack doesn't seem more then an instant, and

Raidou pays the guy a smile and a nod. "Well its a pleasure, I can't say most enjoy wearing red. Its a bad omen." @Wulfrin He'd reach behind his right shoulder and rip clean a eerie blackish blade. "Right on cue, old habits die hard." Speaking of course to the fact that field bosses always like to interrupt conversations on the regular. It was like monster bait. "What exactly is it doing here?" The wanderer looks to his companions, but is quickly righted back to sender as the thing blindsides with a feral scream toward the party. A glint in Raidou's eye sees his stance change, blocking an inco

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 225174, CD: 6 (No Proc) A singular surge of magic blinds over his left shoulder, causing the nomad to move onto the defensive. His blade twists and screeches as he parries off a bolt aimed at his chest, causing it to spiral up into the rafters and blow up a beam that hung overhead. It swings down slams square into the witches head, causing her to spin and for an instant you can hear the birdies circle. That is followed up by Raidou cold clocking her with the pommel, and carrying through his momentum. He grasps a hand around her throat and you can immedi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 224995, CD:2 (No Proc) As he'd lock eyes with her, a sudden fire in his belly sees the nomad rush into the tower. With a few quick slashes, lines of gold and electricity dart between foes as they attempt to slow his ascent. Raidou's feet clap on the stone, as he climbs the spiral staircase toward the upper floors. A twist of his blade as its tucked beneath his left arm. The nomad finds a locked door to greet him, to keep out trespassers to which he was more then familiar in his previous excursions up this tower. Eyes lock to the lock as he lets his weap

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | Recovery 224990, CD: 6 (No Proc) As the flames danced on his glasses, creating a vibrant blue shield that concealed his eyes from view. He seemed focused on them as he'd shake his head no. "I have no idea, I met her once in this strange 'room'" He paid her only real recollection, but undoubtedly left out the part where he thought she might be his mother. In some fashion at least. "It was a brief conversation, and I wasn't alone. But that's all I really know about her. I can track her down, but she seems to skip around quite a lot. Must have a massive st

Standard Recovery +4 EN Searching for Dungeon | 224975, LD: 16 + A crap load of numbers that make me succeed on a 1 = Success! Stored on Blank Map #224290b Next Attempt Available on Post #22 <<Later that evening on Floor 22 | 9:47 pm>> Night falls and the thoughts continued to stir, mind racing back to events from earlier that afternoon. The woman seemed to vanish, which was saying quite a bit given the circumstances. The nomad even used <<Tracking>> and she somehow popped up on floor 27 of all places. She must have skipped out while they were distracted

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Forgo Recovery Roll (Max EN) His head forcibly turned to see Celeste get blasted hard, and within an instant his blood seemed to catch fire. It was as if a surge of energy racked through his system, and static jumps down the length of his sword and back. Space seems to fold in an instant, and Raidou was within striking distance. It was to such an unnatural degree that the air itself seems to have to fight to keep up, providing a sharp boom. Within that jarring snap across the field, the wanderer pays a large sweeping slice of gold that sheers clean into the rhino.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Forgo Recovery Roll (Max EN) Caught completely off-guard by the sudden shift in environment and tone, the hell crack did Celeste smoke this morning? The nomad found it even more addling that the woman that his group had rushed in to aid seemed completely unperturbed, unfazed and not at all concerned. A singular memory flashes into his skull, one of blackened mists and tentacles. He stares at her deeper, and his mind races into a field of stars. Instinctually in his confusion he reaches for his glasses and presses them closer to his brow. "I dont..." he murmurs out

Raidou winds onto the field at a breakneck pace, with Celeste hot on his heels. The violent flash of yellow light glares out amongst the sudden dust storm in the swordsman's wake, but the trajectory just doesn't add up. As he tears across the field Piasuhon continues rushing along and seems to connect with some bubble around the woman who was egging them to join her. "The hell?" Raidou quips as he's taken aback. His attack missed solely due to this woman's intervention, and yet even his eyes could not see any mention of a weapon nor a shield. The wanderer quickly scans her, virtually unscathed

All smiles and somewhat interested, the wanderer finds himself waiting patiently for the next battle opening. It was a good way to break away from the monotony and get some exercise, a lot of teas and carbs threatened to fatten him up. Combine that with all the sitting around lately and it was a welcome break. It was here he'd notice the strange woman that he'd met in a chance encounter. "What the hell?" He offers as he looks to todays battle participants. He doubt the woman could fight, and even if she could, the wanderer surely didn't see her carrying not a damn piece of equipment. Quickly s

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A couple new heartbeats into that puddle, but they matched not the rhythm from before. Like a misstep, they mixed poorly and diluted the lime green molasses as it crawled. Leaving these slightly more clear splotches to which his reflection became more clear. His sleeve finds his face, doing a fair job of smearing that color on his nose. Raidou replaces his glasses, and begins to pick himself up out of the wreckage. Grabbing a broom, he begins to drag it across the slime with the scraping of glass screeching out. He couldn't stand to look at himself any longer. It didn't do much but blur the li

Those sickly and somber moments as his own reflection seemed to stare daggers at him, silently judging him for actions he had undertaken. Like an audience, the pressure was enormous. The puddle beneath him continued to crawl, finding the seams of the floorboards and drawing them out in an opaque yet reflective outline. The gentle orange flicker forcing him to see, the air in his lungs burning to remind him of his failure. As if every breathe a brand and reminder that someone else could take no more. His chest felt tight and clambered and clung to every gasp, his heart ached and throat locked.

+4 EN (Standard), Recovery: 224384 | CD: 2 (No Proc) Flames ring throughout the entire chamber before they seem to be sucked back into Celeste's weapon. That was a first, although the coloring pattern, and the tone in her voice reminded her of Gabrandr? Why did that seem accurate? Allowing that epiphany to fall away the wanderer takes in the chamber as more monkeys seem to climb down from the rafters above. Drawing Auric Sunlight and seeing lightning jump down the length of the blade and back, Raidou pivots and discharges it into a nearby table. This causes the electricity to jump in a su

With a smile Raidou sheathes his blade "Well done." he offers his companions and looks to the stands. The sheer screams and outcries proved that their escapade was as entertaining as it was fun to undertake. "Well, I hope your all up for a bit more. I still have some lead I'd like to break loose." The nomad quips as he heads for the port cullis. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a glint among the standard col. In the piles of coins tossed by the handful as reward for their battle. As he saunters over and leans down, an obtuse looking gold disk without any markings. "Huh." Raidou quips in