Birdie

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Two-Handed Straight Sword, Rank 1Mod(s) Being Dropped: N/ASP Refunded: 5Cost: 5,000 col

"Igotit!" The sapphire fencer gustily assured as she kicked into fifth gear from zero, bounding through the darkness towards the last-standing <<Wraith>>. The dim lighting instilled uncertainty in her actions but she wouldn't back down, and the girl's cautious eyes remained fixed on the group's astral assailant. Light manifested around her rapier as she moved into a ready position, respiring a steady breath as energy swirled around the length of her blade; To the untrained eye (and for only a second), it looked as if she'd grown comfortable with her actions amidst the murky darknes

Transactions were initially recorded in Journal under 'Archive' spoiler, now tracked via Google Spreadsheet. Total Col is displayed on the 'Character Data' sheet and is calculated using Col rewards from completed threads ('Threads' sheet) and transactions/other expenditures ('Transactions' sheet). Materials were initially recorded in Shop under 'Archive' spoiler, now tracked via Google Spreadsheet. Total Materials are displayed on the 'Character Data' sheet. Totals are manually inputted and are determined through a Material log in the 'Artisanry' sheet (totals updated after each expenditu

Though appearances suggested otherwise, the fencer wasn't so easily spooked by ghostly beings. Smaller insectoids, serpentines and hellish beasts were among the worst of her fears though few-to-none of those things would be able to spawn; Only the uncertainty of what might lie in the dark had made her feel uneasy. The bluenette watched Ariel and Domarus strike the new Wraiths, leaving just over half a mob standing. As the axe-wielder backed away to set Birdie up for an attack, she nodded in thanks and leapt forwards with her sword hand at the ready. Judging by the mob's health, two top-ti

Birdie shrunk as her eyes fell to the cold stone floor - the cancelled SA resulted in a less potent delay yet it would still take a moment to recover. She lifted her head and leant aside as each party member passed by; First came Aereth and his clean AoE attack. Next was Ariel who despite missing every attempted strike, never let up against the enemy and continued to apply pressure. After watching the black-clad axeman cleave and nuke the enemy's hit points, she marvelled at Domarus' creative strategy to bring himself to a halt. And there stood Birdie, hunched over as she recovered from an att

"Suppose we don't get have a choice," Birdie offhandedly whispered to her former guild-mate. She couldn't decide what was less pleasant, venturing into darkness or the thought of not returning from it. At least it wouldn't be a completely strange time - one of the few men she instilled full trust in was standing only a few feet away, calming whatever subtle unease the bluenette had felt. Birdie trailed behind Domarus and Keres as Ariel led the group through the depths, keeping her wits about her as the Sun's influence grew null. Having grown accustom to the light, the lack of vision struck the

In reply to Aereth, she nodded. "Better since last time." Much of their previous encounter faded from obscurity, and for the most part what small details remained were hardly worth noting. Although their discussion of past relationship woes hadn't left her entirely comfortable, she wouldn't let it dull the current situation - there was no sense dwelling on ghosts of the past. Tensions continued to fester and boil. Convinced there was a major plot point she was missing out on, Birdie strode along the path and kept to herself, unwilling to fan the flames or stir up a fuss of her own. These

In light of Ariel's follow-up question, Birdie had offered a similar answer. "It's my first time too, promise. I'm inferring this from what you three- uh, two- have been saying, but it sounds like that lady is just a wolf in sheep's clothing - not a person at all. I-I would probably stand back if she fought us in human form, though." The bluenette's eyes fell after ending her sentence, unwillingly visualising the act of smiting an elderly person. Despite her original intentions of becoming a scout, the Night vision mod wasn't in the cards for her yet, and she silently cursed herself fo

Kih-Ray-On. It's named after the Japanese words for Yellow and Lion (according to Google translate, sorry if that's incorrect). It might not actually be pronounced like that either, but it is for the purpose of the quest. --- Floor 19 <<Keep Calm and Ki'Raion>> Repeatable | Party Limit: 4 | 20+ Posts Recommended Level: 40 Rewards: Each player receives: 2 Additional SP at Day/1 Additional SP at Night 8,000 Col (15) T3 Crafting Materials Daytime Last Hit reward: <<Ki'Raion's Tail>> [Perfect T2/T3 weapon of

The blonde had quickly confirmed she was the player in the question, and all unease present on the bluenette’s expression ceased in an instant. As the woman came into full view, Birdie inspected her features with subtlety for any semblance of familiarity. Coupled with her high-level gear, the way she carried herself gave the impression of a confident high-level player, and a possible front runner at that. The woman’s face was somewhat recognizable, though on which occasion and under which impression she’d seen it eluded the fencer completely. After the likes of Domarus and Keres entered t

Hm?" A voice from behind caught Birdie's attention, causing the bluenette to half-swivel in her seat. Her eyes fell upon a man with scruffy hair and a woman following in his stead - for the slightest of moments, she seemed to recall the two. However, from where and from how long ago were two questions she couldn't quite answer. "L-likewise, Domarus. My name's Birdie," she responded, accepting his gesture with a calm shake. Birdie swivelled further to face the woman at Domarus' side and extended the offer to her, "It's a pleasure to meet you two, I take it you're both here for the quest as well

"Wail of the Banshee?" She scanned the announcement board in search of, unsurprisingly, announcements. There was only so much soloing one could do before reaching a wall, and given her weak tolerance to loneliness, Birdie was beyond her threshold. Minutes later, the girl stood beneath a tenth-floor tavern's double entrance, her eyes were fixated on the cute little lion cub as she gazed through the door's barred window. Sat upon the adjacent stool was a blonde player, most of whom's details became obscured from their awkward angle to one another. Mulling over the possibilities, it was an e