Krysta

Despite the seriousness of the actual scenario, Cleo would add to what Krysta had noticed, a bit of a dramatic flair within the words she spoke on top of that. Cleo laughed while Krysta chuckled a little, and it would seem that once again, Cleo had felt rather silly about her words and demeanor. "Oh, it's all right," Krysta reassured, smiling as she did. "I don't mind." Something must have happened for this player to be so easily embarrassed. What could have gone wrong? Did others judge her for her behavior? Cleo shifted the topic back to the task at hand, and asked how Krysta had b

Cleo felt sorrow for Krysta's loss, claiming that no one should have to endure such a tragedy. Krysta looked to her weapon, little embers of similar color to her eyes, burning within them. "At least I know the promise I have made...that Leif would not have perished in vain..." She looked back to the fields and thickets around the riverbed, she had to take this off of her mind for the time being. At last, there was something Krysta had use for. She would collect the material with a sensible level of haste. Cleo began to hypothesize the reason why late members of the playerbase begin to ste

Cleo seemed to be at a loss for words for but a short moment, then she decided to thank Krysta, despite the fact that some of Krysta's goals involving the safety of other players had yet to be accomplished...Dazia still had to be vanquished, for one. "Oh...you're welcome...?" Krysta uttered out. She wasn't used to being thanked for an unfinished task. Cleo remarked that she had yet to be in a life-threatening scenario within the game. Krysta may have found herself in odd, chaotic, or unorthodox scenarios in her past, but most of them were never truly a real threat to her life...or, perhaps tha

Things were beginning to look rather bleak, although none of the players around were willing to allow that to show. However, reinforcements came when the redhead from earlier arrived to the scene with a group of NPCs in tow. The red haired player appeared to have the apparel resembling a pirate of sorts. Why? Why was something so awful as Piracy so popularized and loved by certain individuals? Krysta had always failed to wonder why such actions were popularized, and there was hardly anything good about it! The red haired player proceeded to tell the players that she was leaving the N

One cut, another slash, block, deflect, strike back, dodge, Celestial Sweep. Enemies were coming out in droves, Krysta acting nonstop as to keep them all at bay. She also needed to keep her companions' HP up. So far, it was Vigilon who needed healing. "Try not to get wounded, I must save energy for the assault as well!" She suggested as she placed a hand on Vigilon to cure his wounds and restore his HP. The Ginger and Oji would discuss with Vigilon as to what the plan was, now that they were aboard the aircraft. It was fairly obvious that all enemies must be dealt with swiftly, but i

The players would happen to wander their way over from a beaten path trodden by many, over to a riverbed where thickets were growing along its banks. Krysta saw her ally noticing a patch of flax among the thickets, but each player had to gather their own set of materials, so perhaps it was best to attempt to find another patch. Perhaps there was some flax that could be used, or were some of them not fully grown enough to be used for tailoring purposes...? The other player began to converse with Krysta, remarking that Krysta seemed capable of taking care of herself. "In a world as dangerou

Vigilon made his attack, striking down four members of the vanguard that had come to defend the airship. Krysta moved in to strike down the last member, who was already terrified by the two players' previous attacks that had slain his seven comrades. She barely missed him and he ran. The coward jumped off the airship just to land on a smaller transport. It was clear he didn't care what happened as long as he lived. Krysta then turned to see the rest of the heavily armed crew of the military airship headed in the players' direction. "Forward!" Krysta called out. "We cannot allow them to pu

The player's response to the young noble's words was helpful to know. This player, although relatively inexperienced, seemed to know what she was doing. "You shan't need to worry." Krysta reassured with a smile. "That shall not hinder me at all, and there are no quest enemies to slay, so you should be relatively safe for the most part." She added. "...Of course, if anything does dare to march towards us with malicious intent," She said, drawing her sword for a short moment. The regal blade of a guardian, its holy light emitting a soft glow. "I can dispatch it with ease." She said before sheath

As the conversation would continue, the player who had introduced herself as Cleo would tell the NPC that she intended to become a tailor. The NPC would give his response, which was understandable to an extent, and the quest prompt appeared to both players. Cleo then looked over to Krysta and asked if she was trying to become a tailor as well. "I certainly am." Krysta answered with a nod. "I've had a fair share of practice, but now that there's an apparent lack of tailors out there, I figured that I might as well make it my profession as to fill the need." Krysta pressed <<Accept>

"There, it should be this way." Krysta noted before closing her map and continuing forward. The young noble would soon reach her destination. As she approached, the player in front of her would seem to drop an item and apologize, before stepping aside. "Were you intending to enter as well? More than one player can enter a building, you know." Krysta asked softly, knowing no other reason for one to simply be standing by a door. "Perhaps I should introduce myself, I am Krysta, it is a pleasure to meet you." She said to the purple haired woman of rather gothic appearance, while giving her a momen

It had been quite some time since Krysta had been to the first floor. She had overheard a few gripes from players in regards to a sudden lack in open tailor shops as of late, and perhaps now was the time to try filling the need. Krysta had practiced the art for a long while, and had sewn a small collection of dresses at this point, none of them enhanced, of course. For the time being, she would need to make her way over to the shop of an NPC who she'd heard could teach players how to make enhanced gear as a tailor. The young noble would once again find herself walking through the sprawlin

Vigilon would explain what the plan was, and Oji volunteered to navigate. The ginger would decide to follow the other players' lead. Krysta was suppressing a minor smile, but she also scoffed, at the mention of piracy. "Piracy...surely you jest." Krysta remarked. War was one thing, piracy was another. The ginger would then suggest that he serve as a distraction while the others make for the ship's navigation to cause an immediate takeover. "Are you certain you can handle yourself alone?" Krysta asked. "It is likely that we will have to clear out everyone on the ship unless they surrender,

Apparently, hardly a single soul had listened to the young noble's words. However, Krysta did not judge...for the most part, that is. Everyone was eager to board an Airship for the coming battle, and the one that the redhead had taken was looming in the air. A group of players arrived at the scene, along with an NPC. Then came the odd feeling of a horrific heat, and all the Galteans had fear struck within their hearts. Krysta then looked to see that she and everyone around were almost blasted into Oblivion. "..." The Emperor of Ladonia was a sick man, attempting to commit a

It had only been mere moments since the young Prince had left, and the situation was already looking dire. Krysta could see innocent civilians being pushed to the wall, as the imperial airships loomed in the air, beginning to attack them from above. She drew her weapon, but she was on the ground, what could she do? "...We cannot simply stand around while innocents die, we must do something about it!" She called out to the players around her. Before she could suggest anything further, the Prince returned, and explained the reason for his sudden absence. Krysta fully understood

Vigilon divided Carsar's hoard into two smaller piles, and one larger pile. He took one of the smaller piles for himself, and Astreya proceeded to take a smaller share as well, leaving Krysta with the larger pile. Once Krysta had taken the share that the other two players has essentially given to her by picking the other piles, Fuzziel then pulled out three Topaz Gemstones, and handed one to each player. Astreya asked Krysta and Vigilon what the gemstones might mean, but they had as much context on the gemstones as Astreya did, which was none. "Nothing off the top of my head for the moment..."

With the hatchlings following close by, the trio of players would surely make their way back to Fuzziel's nest. While the trip was quicker returning to her nest than when they were searching for Carsar's, it still took a short moment or two to recall the exact location of Fuzziel's nest. When the players reached the nest, the hatchlings would recognize their home and run up ahead to reunite with their mother. Fuzziel's expression brightened upon seeing the Hatchlings return to her side, and Krysta gently set down the dragon egg in front of her. "It is done." Krysta began. "Carsar shall te

Having Vigilon there to hold, to lean on, to cry on, it was...sort of relieving, to be able to let it out with someone she cared about very deeply. She held Vigilon for a few more minutes, before letting go. She wiped her tears, and she steadied her breath. "Alex, thank you....for being here. I honestly do not know what I would have done if I did not have someone I was close to in this moment..." Despite having uttered out Vigilon's real name, the matter was too serious for her to address him otherwise, for she had been told his real name during the bloom of their relationship. She l

Krysta noticed Astreya's familiar carrying an egg over to her, and she received the egg from the bird. She gently placed down the egg for the time being, and the hatchlings stayed near her, probably wondering when Krysta was going to take them back to their home. Krysta tried to rid herself of the haunting thoughts, but to no avail. Vigilon and Astreya came out of the cavern, and Vigilon noticed that something was off. He rushed to her side, and asked her if she was alright. Astreya also noticed that something was wrong. Krysta was at a bit of a loss for words, she did not know what

The thoughts persisted. She had carried their weight for quite some time, she might need to speak about it with Vigilon at some point. If her Bloodline had any value of any sort, it's continuation and survival literally depended on her... Could her ancestors truly count on her? Was she good enough for the daunting task she was born unto? All others within her mother's bloodline have perished, there was no one else who could carry out such a thing. Yolviinsil realized Krysta was starting to shudder over the thoughts, and brushed herself up against her in hopes of comforting her. "I...

Krysta remained with the hatchlings as Astreya ran off to help Vigilon. She turned back towards Yolviinsil. "Could you help me tend to their wounds with that gift of yours we recently discovered?" She asked. The small ruby red feathered dragon nodded to Krysta, and moved over to the limping hatchling. Yolviinsil began to emit a shining, blazing aura as she assisted Krysta in healing it. "Perhaps someday I may discover how this ability of yours ties to your being." Krysta remarked. She couldn't help but dwell on a thing or two while she waited for the players to return. She had lost her mo

The hatchlings continued to stay near Krysta, and Krysta continued to heal the wounded hatchlings. Astreya remarked that the hatchlings must have had it rough under Carsar's gaze. "I can only assume they have." Krysta replied. Astreya noticed that Vigilon had gone into the cavernous den, and fallen where there was a spot of darkness. She then asked Krysta if she should go after Vigilon, or remain with Krysta and the hatchlings. "I can remain here for a bit, go ahead and follow Vigilon." Krysta answered. She plucked up a stick from the ground, then looked over to her familiar. "Yolviinsil,

After escaping the burning room, Krysta would emerge in yet another room that could induce panic within the claustrophobic. She was able to see the compass on the floor before it became covered by other players. She looked carefully at the different symbols, wondering what they might possibly mean. A stag to the west, a sun to the east, a flower to the south and a compass to the north... The Tyrant took action quickly...too quickly. Then that one player who had simply been following along ever since the airship crash decided to speak up, giving his thoughts on what was obviously a pu

Krysta continued her search, and it was rather difficult. She still found nothing, and then she was interrupted by someone tossing something over to her. A key landed in her hands, but it was warm to the touch...too warm, in fact. The newcomer ginger who had thrown the key to Krysta asked her to use it on the locks. Krysta saw a chair that was in the proper position to reach one lock...but when she tried to reach the lock, it would seem that she was not tall enough to reach it, even with the help of a chair, even with the help of books placed on the chair. She then noticed the walls

Perhaps this task was more difficult than expected. Krysta continued to search potential places where a key might be hidden. She checked under the rug, but there was nothing to be found. She overturned the cushions on the armchairs, but there were no keys hidden. She walked over to one of the bookshelves that had yet to be emptied, and attempted to pull it away, pivoting it in hopes of revealing anything it may have hidden. Only the wall seemed to be behind the bookshelf...and it had taken about five minutes for Krysta to pull away the bookshelf...but for the sake of the other p

A rather lavish study was the room the players had now found themselves in. Looking above, there were keyholes that probably blocked the way forward...or, more accurately, upward. If there were keyholes, there had to be a set of keys somewhere... As long as whoever was in charge of the tower leaves the keys in this room instead of always carrying them, the players had a way through...all Krysta would need was evidence that there was a key around, if not a key itself. The ginger newcomer would speak up the problem for anyone who wasn't looking in every direction for the only way up, and th