Arabelle

vision and mobility is quite the understatement for how the only afflicted member of the party had looked, but if arabelle were to take cordelia at her word, she really wouldn’t care at all. the physical discomfort – she’ll deal. this boss is so massive and consequently so loud that she could project all of its attacks blind. look, here is another one to compete. the party had switched tanks briefly, she had glimpsed, and now the original is back in the running and he is starting up the old racket. arabelle spins around, grit teeth, her back facing their knightly support. perhaps she

it takes a great amount of an-typical stammering and fumbling, 'no, it's fine, really!'s, for her friend to let arabelle hold on to her baggage as she rushes off into the stable with ashvini to prepare. waiting, arabelle slightly indulges her curiosity. the bag is made out of cloth, closed at the top with a drawstring. it would be rude to open it outright and poke about an's things, but nothing stops arabelle from trying to feel out the shapes of its contents through the fabric. these are... bowls? more additions to the dragon hoard of items an likes to keep in her shop? the clop of

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this is a bigger pack than the last one. perhaps less players had been by to thin the herd -- one would hardly care about the next three legs of the quest when the barest minimum needed to achieve completion status was a delivery to a single city. it was unlocking the sequel that anyone needed to go all the extra trouble for. whether arabelle herself would run this quest to its full course is all down to her whimsy, honestly. she heard it wasn’t anything unusual in terms of experience or reward. certainly not the sort she would clamor to get firsthand experience of. thankfully arabelle is

more and more pop up at the sound of their fellows being killed. oh, she had stumbled into an entire pack of them…! sword art in constant activation, the spinning gears of her weapon working in overdrive to carry itself forward in the rare cases she falls just short, arabelle hacks, tears, and decapitates every leech that dares to be drawn to the commotion she is kicking up on her side of the woods. she falls seamlessly back into the routine of killing everything in sight. she enjoys it, or, well, normally it is more fun beating up things that could actually put up a fight; it makes

but she isn't too serious about it. all the fun is in ronbaru and in the satisfaction she gets from uprooting leeches. out the city gates. arabelle marks her next destination on the map -- ylvon, srona to the east -- and compares it to her current location, turning herself in the direction of the mountain roads that would take her there the fastest. still, there are stretches of road where it bends, taking a longer route around to avoid some obstacle that she could easily skip because she is going on foot. that is also where the mobs she is looking for tend to rest. once again, she must p

the npc takes the flimsy the player was holding out to them. the npc then does a double take at the player and her visible lack of the aforementioned supplies. arabelle smiles, the bright window of her menu still floating in front of her. "...and where is the delivery?" the npc asks, weary. "here." arabelle looks down and pokes a button on her interface. then she clears the way, taking a step back. five crates stacked in a pyramid fall to the ground with a heavy thud. "that should be all." she snags a braid from the npc's wrist, twirls it in the air, nonchalant. "enjoy." one dow

see: everything turns out just fine. arabelle makes it into vesh without spotting another leech. as she crosses the boundary, she collapses her scythe back into a key. pockets it and twines her fingers behind her back, tipping her head skyward (ceilingward?) to look at the colorful streamers, and the strings of bright yellow flowers wound loosely around them, criss-crossing the streets. there had been an entire queue of wagons waiting to be admitted at the gates. and inspections. she had simply bypassed all of them, walking unnoticed past oblivious guards. if they could barely catch playe