Kisodeth

Kisodeth stopped mid-step, the subtle scrape of her armored boot against the cobblestone hissing through the square. A cool breeze curled through the narrow street, thin clouds dragging over the sun and bleeding the light from the air. The pale sky dimmed, casting a soft shadow across the angular planes of her face. The painted skull markings stretched across her cheeks and brow seemed to sharpen beneath the muted light, the dark hollows of her eyes taking on a deeper, more unnatural depth. The weight of Acero Sagrante on her back hummed low in her bones. She didn’t turn immediately. Didn

Kisodeth lay curled up in the narrow bed, her lithe frame folded in on itself as though trying to disappear into the thin mattress beneath her. Her arms wrapped around her knees, dark strands of hair clinging to the damp sheen of her tattooed shoulders. The inked roses and skulls winding across her skin stood stark in the dim light, monochrome blooms trapped forever in a bloom of death. Her warm brown eyes, too deep, too tired…stared blankly at the wall opposite her. Unblinking. Empty. Still in the game. Still surviving. Still… alive. Somehow. Each day was the same: the grind, th

Boreas surged forward the moment Kisodeth’s attack failed, closing the gap with precise, predatory speed. His rapier glinted in the dim haze, a silver fang slicing through the fog as he drove the blade deep into the Ashen One’s bark-plated hide. The impact flared with crimson light as his rapier’s enchantment triggered…paralysis and bleed creeping like frost through the creature’s limbs. The Ashen One shuddered, its colossal form locking as Boreas twisted the blade and wrenched it free. Its molten eyes flared violently beneath the smoke-choked gloom… BOOM A burst of dark vapor e

Kisodeth rolled her head back, fixing Boreas with a cool, unreadable gaze before offering the slightest shrug. “Polite isn’t going to make us stronger. It’s not going to make me stronger. And that’s all that matters.” Her voice was calm, detached, as if stating an undeniable truth. “If players are weak-willed enough to let a rumor spook them, then they have no business being out here in the first place. Risk isn’t for the faint of heart.” She turned away, scanning the field with a keen sharpness in her eyes, muscles coiled in anticipation. “I don’t have time to waste when time keeps

Kisodeth flicked her wrist dismissively, letting out a short breath. There was no need to pick a fight over something so trivial, he could do whatever he wanted. His business wasn’t hers. She fell silent, resuming their trek without another word. The mist clung thick to the earth, curling at their feet as they moved. After a short while, the sound of combat reached her ears; players locked in battle against roaming mobs. She slowed, watching as steel clashed and bursts of light from skills flickered through the gloom. “Field bosses are supposed to spawn here,” she muttered, eyes narr

Kisodeth halted mid-step, her boots pressing into the damp earth. She turned to him with a sharp, almost incredulous look, brow subtly furrowed beneath her skeletal visage. “Stop calling me ‘Miss.’ I’m not some old woman.” Her voice carried that familiar edge, cool and cutting, yet not outright hostile just annoyed. “Kisodeth. Kis-o-deth. Get it right.” Arms folding over her chest, she exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. The more she thought about it, the more something didn’t sit right. “The hell are you even doing down here on the lower floors?” she asked, eyes narrowi

Kisodeth let out a soft chuckle, more breath than sound, watching Boreas with the detached amusement of someone observing a gamble unfold. So, he was leaning into it now. Whether that was from genuine interest or just testing his own charm, she couldn’t say. Didn’t really matter. “Tch. Worth your weight in gold, huh?” She let the words roll off her tongue like she was tasting them, skeptical but intrigued. fingers flexing slightly before resting on the hilts of her swords. “Bold claim. Guess we’ll see if you back it up, or if you’re just another pretty face with a silver tongue.” Her

Kisodeth halted just before the boundary of the safe zone, rolling her shoulders in lazy impatience. The moment the voice hit her ears, she let out a quiet breath through her nose and turned, arms folding over her armored chest as she gave the stranger a slow, deliberate once-over. Tall. Refined. Sharp, blonde hair, shimmering like liquid gold under the dim glow of the forest. He carried himself with an easy confidence, his clothes sharp, immaculate, ‘colorful’, a stark contrast to the raw, predatory presence she exuded. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked over him again before se

The Skeleton Maiden stirred. Floor 8’s perpetual twilight cast long shadows through the small, spartan room she had claimed for the night. A dim beam of golden light filtered through the wooden slats, illuminating motes of dust as they drifted in lazy circles above her. Outside, the forest whispered a chorus of rustling leaves and distant, chittering creatures, as if the floor itself breathed, waiting. Kisodeth exhaled through her nose, slow and measured. It was time. She sat up, rolling her shoulders before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Bare feet met the cool wood

Buying the following items: 1 set of Spyglasses: 400 Col 1 set of Water Canister: 400 Col 1 field ration: 1000 Col Total: 1800 Col

The jagged black streaks twisting through the white made her look less like a player and more like a wraith, something dredged up from the void between life and death. Her painted grin stretched too wide, too sharp, a macabre mockery of warmth. “Hey, chica. Thanks for taking care of this order… let’s see…” Her voice was smooth, casual…too casual for the image she wore. It was that contrast that made her unsettling. She accepted the trade with an effortless flick, her cold, armored fingers brushing against the goods before tucking them away into her inventory. Then came that grin

The skeletal warpaint on her face was striking under the firelight. Jagged black streaks carved through the white base, sinking deep into the hollows of her cheeks, accentuating the sharpness of her features. Dark rings surrounded her eyes, making them look sunken and hollow, like the sockets of a true skull. Across her mouth, the paint stretched into the illusion of exposed teeth, a macabre grin frozen in place…somewhere between amusement and menace. She approached the counter, tossing a worn sheet of parchment onto the surface with a flick of her fingers. The list of upgrades and weapon

Thread Summary: Exp: 6988/10=698 +1 Gathered Material, 400 Col, 698 EXP Quest Summary: 500 EXP, 1 Glow Stone, 450Col (LD Roll) Total: 1198 Exp, 850 Col, 1 Material

The walk to the Rusted Lantern was quiet, the streets of Urbus winding into the late hours with only a few scattered players lingering in the shadows. Kisodeth moved through them like a ghost, her presence solid, but detached…just another traveler in a world where survival was everything. The inn itself was as expected; worn, dimly lit, but functional. The wooden beams creaked under the weight of time, and the scent of old ale and dust lingered in the air. But it was a place to rest, and that was enough. Checking in was quick, impersonal. A few Col exchanged hands, a rusty key slid a

The meal was hearty, filling, and exactly what she needed. A thick-cut slab of roasted meat, seasoned potatoes, and a crusty roll that soaked up the last of the gravy. Kisodeth ate with slow, deliberate movements, letting her body recover as she absentmindedly scrolled through her menu. With the quest completed, she finally had enough experience to break into Tier 2. The upgrade felt tangible, like a weight lifting off her shoulders new stat points, better scaling on her damage, and access to stronger equipment. She adjusted her stats with careful consideration, prioritizing agility and s