Telrenya

Crafting Day 03/06/2025:

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Crafting Day 03/06/2025:

’I’m going to die.’ It was going down. Still going down. Emptying. Draining. Disappearing. Returning to n̴̪̍o̴̘̽t̷͍̕h̴̛͍i̶̢͊n̶͎͋g̸̹͛. ’I’m going to die…!’ She couldn’t see the green anymore. Telrenya’s eyes snapped back to attention where Wulfrin stood before her, arm outstretched, point of his blade at her chest. Her body came back to life in a rush that flooded her and she stumbled backwards, landing hard on the ground. Everything was shaking. Her hands, her eyes, her knees, her shoulders trembled with an overpowering, unseen force that clawed at the very fabric of her mind. T

He was incredibly well-spoken, almost intimidatingly so. His formality, composure, and polite demeanor all intermingled together in a way that seemed well-suited to him, she thought. She watched as he plucked away at the strings while he spoke, and the return of his question gave her pause. How long had it been? Since Ruby died. Since she’d learned about her brother’s death. Since they’d been trapped here. ”It’s… It is hard to keep track, now that you mention it.” She forced out, having searched for an answer that would never come to light. She wondered if anyone knew exactly how long it

Another bundle of flowers. Red hibiscus and yellow roses cradled in white parchment, this one placed on practically the other end of the monument. She stole a glance at Ruby's name before turning back in time for Boreas' fomral introduction. He shared his own reason for visiting and the people he mourned. "Your whole guild...?" She echoed with disbelief. The thought made her heart hurt. How heavy would her shoulders feel if it wasn't just Ruby's name crossed out from the Holy Dragon Alliance. Ruby, Kimi, Hestia, Spencer, Jomei... A somber silence fell between them, as did Telrenya's eyes.

He was quiet. Everything was quiet. As her eyes ran over the space between them, they eventually landed on the sword in his hand. Her brows twitched in the absence of recognition. That wasn’t the same weapon he’d used in his previous matches, was it? She was all but certain that was the primary source of the ice effects that he’d been dominating with until now… There she was again. Distracted. The blade she held at the ready may as well not have even been there. A swift clash of metal and Dawnbreak was pushed aside like a mild inconvenience. Her stunned expression lingered as every p

She smiled warmly at his polite demeanor and cast a glance over her shoulder at his invitation for small talk. "Yes," She gave a single nod, "it's a bit of a new practice for me, but I wanted to start leaving flowers for some of the people I knew." Her cheeks took on the slightest touch of pink embarrassment after saying it out loud, and she shifted back to the bundles cradled in her arms. Pulling one aside, she set it down gently underneath the column where her brother's username was listed. Blue irises intermingled with daisies were wrapped in pale yellow paper. She wasn't good with the

Out of all the locales their hosts had arranged for this tournament, the dreadful floor 29 hadn't even crossed Telrenya's mind as a possibility. She shifted uncomfortably as she stood at one side of the decrepit arena, stealing nervous glances between her opponent Wulfrin on the other end and their host Kindling off to the side. Her hand went to grasp the handle of her rapier as he called to address them, but before she could draw the blade free from its scabbard she made the mistake of following his voice and his gesture towards the otherworldly entity looming above. Telrenya stood as an

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Telrenya sat up in bed. Light shone past the sheer curtains of her inn room and she rubbed at her eyes in an attempt to will the sleepiness away and clear the lingering fog in her brain. Her plans for today were already decided, so staying in bed just wouldn't do. With a yawn, she pulled her legs over the side of the soft white sheets and pushed herself up to her feet. Taft was as bright and quaint as always. The sun was out to greet her, peeking up over the tall clocktower that stood on the far side of the city as it brought the morning with it. Her typical 'adventuring' attire sat tucke

With the both of them spent, the stagnant air hanging all around them, Telrenya had to fight not to put too much weight onto her weapon. The hectic back-and-forth was over and she was grateful for a chance to rest. She met Jomei's eyes beneath her, the glaring sun behind her casting her shadow over him where he lay, and his smile was infectious. In that moment, her soul stirred and her chest swelled. For the first time in a long while, she was proud of herself. Though his eyes were closed, her smile stretched wide with excitement. 'You think so?!' She hadn't gotten the words out befo

After so long spent running and tumbling under the sweltering desert sun, sweat was running down Telrenya's brow. She could feel the cloth sticking to her back. Her legs felt heavy. "I learned from the best!" She quipped with a smile. When the light reflected off the large silver coin between his fingers, Telrenya's expression fell with a quick reminder of the dismay she'd felt after her own failed flip of the coin. That feeling doubled down when Jomei was blessed by the luck of their hosts for the second time this match. She let out a defeated sigh, then readied herself when he once agai

A strong tug at her arm. Her weight being pulled forward. Suddenly the world spun and Telrenya's back crashed into the sand, leaving Jomei in between herself and the small explosion of another trap. Her hands flew back to catch her and she stared up at her savior in wide-eyed disbelief. Practically shrugging off the damage he'd just suffered by rescuing her, his prop comedy broke her out of her stupor. A genuine laugh bubbled up from her chest. "Well now I regret leaving my teacup at home." She joked back. A quick bit of swordplay and a lot of her health disappearing confirmed that the fight w

Pulled back into the moment by force, Telrenya's eyes widened as the weapon was launched from her grasp with a sharp ringing of metal. The simple silver blade stabbed weakly into the ground a few feet beside her, sagging under the weight of its own guard in the loose sand. Her attention pulled from the rapier back to her opponent across from her as Telrenya felt her limbs lock up, frozen in her fighting stance. Her body twitched under the familiar, uncomfortable effect of being Stunned, and her face finally reflected a sense of frustration at having been caught by such an attack. Not to mentio

She felt awful standing up. The alcohol had yet to fully run its course, and she wanted nothing more than to just lay down in a comfortable bed and try to sleep. She surely wouldn't find any such accommodations on this floor. "You live near Taft, right?" The pair of them carefully navigated the broken furniture littering the ground on the way back to the front door. Upon pushing it open, they were greeted with the angular rainfall of the constantly dreary weather. "There's an inn halfway between the teleport gate and the east side of town. If it's not out of the way, could I ask you to help me

Jomei's displeasure at her unorthodox 'attack' was written all over his face. A little nugget of regret nestled in her throat while she chided herself, 'That was too much, wasn't it? Of course it was!' "S-sorry!" She called with a hint of pink on her cheeks. His counterattack was fierce, and thankfully the bear trap shattered when she pulled her leg back in a hurry to avoid it. Her rapier let out an audible 'thwip' as it cut through the hot air to meet his and she continued her retreat, taking a moment of reprieve with a few feet lingering in between them. The fighting spirit Jomei had lu

Her offense turned to defense with a flip of THE coin, and so when Jomei shot forward to attack she was on high alert. They were both rapier users--always had been--and she knew well how easily the thin blades could slip right past one's guard. But before Jomei could fully close the gap and take a stab or twelve at her, something happened. He had taken damage, but not from her sword. Telrenya winced when she spotted the crude spikes stabbing up at him and another chill ran through her. She couldn't forget about the traps. 'Lucky I haven't stepped on something already...' She thought. Jome

Another flinch. Another wince. Telrenya felt helpless, a thick cloud of dismay hanging over her eyes as she was left to watch her efforts slowly but surely scrubbed away. NIGHT’s health bar just kept ticking back upwards. The bleed from her weapon couldn’t even keep up with her opponent’s self-healing. She couldn’t land another hit to save her life. This was the exact scenario she had been trying to avoid. To make matters worse, her own health was degrading at a rapid pace. She had hoped, in this lion’s den, that if she simply threw herself at the strongest opponent she might steal some f

"O-oh, no, you're right, I've never done anything like this before!" A breathy laugh escaped her, and she brought her free hand up in front of her to wave off the thought. "I just thought it might..." She struggled to explain herself. The noise of the crowd carried on the hot wind made it hard to focus on such small talk. So, she shook her head. "I was surprised to see you here, too." She simply punctuated the thought with a small smile. Despite everything, it felt so easy to talk to him in this moment. What a relief. His challenge stirred something in her. Where pieces of her anxious sel

The satisfaction of landing a hit against NIGHT was fleeting as the sting of retaliation was quick to bite at her collarbone. That exposed bit of her chest took on a thick red gash that pulsed with fire. The discomfort left Telreyna wincing as the two separated and she focused on keeping her feet steady underneath her. Lessa’s timing was impeccable. The encouragement she offered washed over her like disinfectant on a fresh cut: it stung at first, but that little squeeze of her shoulder was the band-aid that sealed everything back up. Then came the doting. Telrenya’s cheeks dusted with a f

A new arrangement of flowers sat atop an artisan's front counter in a simple vase of baby blue. They shifted slightly as Telrenya's fingers gently prodded and pinched at a stem here and there. Having given in to a bit of fidgeting, the shop's owner fussed over the immortal blooms for a few more seconds before tearing herself away from the meaningless task. "I suppose I ought to get breakfast soon." The acceptable window of time for 'breakfast' was rapidly closing, after all. And while she wasn't yet feeling that dull, nagging buzz in the pit of her stomach when Cardinal was reminding her to ea

She knew this match would come since the first week of the tournament. The moment she’d seen the list of combatants and found Jomei’s name among them. The way that the brackets had been explained to her meant that they would face each other eventually, and now that she stood here, approaching the arena with her name called out over the stands, all she could think about was how much she wished she could have been doing this differently. Anxiety gripped her as tightly as her fingers clenched the white cloth hanging down at her sides. Things had been hard the last couple of months. This competiti

Electricity shot through the joint of her wrist. Her rapier clattered to the ground, but thanks to their earlier dinner, Telrenya was spared a completely stunning blow. Her jaw could only clench at the thought. 'Used up already...!' Her inner monologue rang with disappointment and she hurried to retrieve her weapon without leaving herself wide open for another attack. Lessa moved closer and offered some kind words which did well to pull herself out of that knee-jerk reaction to self-criticize. She turned her wrist and her rapier arced wide beside her. She drew in a breath, taking a moment

She didn't like this anymore. Her head felt scrambled and it was hard to concentrate on anything. All she could focus on was her tear-blurred vision and the shape of Ryo planting himself on the floor across from her. A small hiccup worked its way into her silent sobs and she listened to what he had to say. The instinct to argue with him bubbled in her chest. To tell him that he was wrong, that he doesn't know what happened, or what she was going through. He didn't know about their fights. He didn't know how she struggled with reality in every sense of the word the past few...how long had it be