Cordelia

Vision came to her in patches of bright white, forcing her to blink several times before she could make out who was holding her upright. “Lessa?” Cordelia croaked, surprise evident in slurred words. Whether it was out of relief to see a long-time friend after so much time or relief to be finally free from the most traumatic experience she’d ever had, tears immediately started to seep from the corners of her eyes. She sniffed, rubbing her weeping expression with her wrist before wrapping them around the woman in a wordless embrace. Lessa’s presence was always comforting, then and now, and Corde

She stifled a laugh with the back of her hand at Oscar's visible irritation. "Maybe they want to keep us constantly on our toes," she tried, shrugging her shoulders just as a conveniently timed pop-up message appeared in front of her. It garnered a quiet, disapproving 'boo' from the woman before she felt herself be pulled away by the hand and towards the aforementioned Quest Companion. Still on a high from their reunion, Cordelia barely acknowledged the group encountering the supposed Quest Boss. Something about corruption in a port or whatever. The mention of fonder days made her subconscious

Initial Armor: -> New Armor: Here's the initial 3.0 conversion as well.

Skill(s) Being Dropped: R5 Light Armor Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Meticulous SP Refunded: 34 Cost: Free Skill Respec from Paragon lvl. 25

“You’ll figure it out,” Cordelia tries, offering an encouraging smile. “We all will eventually.” It wasn’t long before she spotted an opening in the trees– the clearing that the King of Treants was supposed to greet them in. However, when she turned around to relay the information to Acanthus, the smile on her face dropped. Just how much did this girl not know about him? Or for that matter, how much did she know about PKers? “So you… you don't–” She faltered, averting her eyes as she scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably. “It’s best if you don’t hear it from me,” Cordelia muttered

Cordelia nodded along through the conversation, a melancholic look on her face as she took in Acanthus’ words. “I understand.” Though it was ages ago, Cordelia could still remember the helplessness of being so far behind. It was a feeling that remained engraved in her head even as she approached the frontlines. “Not everyone is fit for the frontlines,” she murmured wistfully. “I’m not saying you won’t be, but don’t feel forced to reach the top. There’s a place for everyone, after all.” The pep in her step faltered at the sudden mention of the name. It was almost funny if she thought abou

Her heart lifted in her chest at the signs of his affection. There were so many things she wanted to say, things she never got to do; her life before had been built upon a wall of thoughts and ideas she never got to act upon, but it seemed whatever higher being out there had chosen to grant her some mercy and offer a second chance. She’d grasp at this opportunity, hold it tight to her chest until not even the claws of her own self doubt could tear it away from her hands. She won’t allow herself to make the same mistake again Still, there was an air of hesitance to her as the adrenali

Cordelia's eyes softened. It's... nice seeing players taking the NPCs side unironically for once. She couldn't say it's a common sight, especially on the higher floors, and even she herself is prone to reducing Aincrad's inhabitants to ones and zeroes- but it's nice to forget once in a while. A fresh perspective would do her some good after the gruel she had witnessed the last couple of years. And what did she have to worry about in an intermediate quest like this anyway? "What we do shouldn't impact the reward," Cordelia reassured the girl, a small but fond smile playing on her lips. "If

“Acanthus,” Cordelia repeated, testing the name on her tongue before giving a firm nod. “It’s no problem,” she reassured, letting go of the woman’s hand. “I think I’m in the same boat as you anyway.” The last few days have no doubt been a whirlwind from the swordswoman’s point of view. Reawakening in a slime to reuniting with her lover? It’s hard to believe she’s doing something as meaningless as questing now. The brows on her face shot up in surprise at the mention of front lines, shock evident on her face before she broke out into an amused laugh. “I could hardly call myself a frontlin

She looked up, blinking in surprise at the sudden appearance of a stranger. “Oh uh,” she stammered, caught off guard by such a friendly face and the sudden bombard of questions. It was a little suspicious if she was going to be honest, hand trailing down to the hilt of her katana before she hesitated with a sigh. Even if this was a trap, she could handle herself. Cordelia put on a smile and shifted her weight onto a leg. “It’s called <<Treant Rivalries>>– or something like that.” She pulled open her menu and scanned through the contents that the broker had given her. “Sho

Long white hair billowed from where it was tied as a lone woman stood at the edge of the forest where <<Baobab>> resided. The katana that hung on her hip and the armor that clung to her back made it abundantly clear that this floor was far below her skill level, and yet here she was. “Can’t believe I never got to doing this quest,” Cordelia murmured to herself as she looked up from her menu and into the shadowy forest, a deep frown on her face. She must have been lacking even before she got trapped in that slime for God knows how long. Still, she supposed there was never a ti

Clad in her combat gear, Cordelia entered the familiar shop with a more than happy wave. It’s been a while since I last came here, she mused thoughtfully. Usually, she wouldn’t bother herself with going to restaurants since she already had a pretty high proficiency in cooking, However, The Noodle Shop was closed for the time being– no doubt due to her unparalleled laziness– and it didn’t hurt to boost Oscar’s business. It’s not like she spends that much Col anyway. It didn’t take much time for her to peruse the items before purchasing, already knowing full well what she needed before even

Panic swelled in her stomach as her consciousness fell back into her confused body. Her five senses invaded her mind in a way she had never experienced before. One moment she was feeling nothing and another she was feeling everything. Cold, was her first thought. Chills traveled up her skin like ocean water in the winter. Can’t move, was the next. She couldn’t tell if something was physically restraining her or if her motor functions just ceased to work. Nonetheless, she was as good as stuck. Her eyes were open, as far as she could tell, but all that met her vision was murkiness. Shadows

“It’s stupid now, I know,” she nervously stammered immediately after, her words littered with hiccups of laughter and crying like she wasn’t sure how to feel about these new revelations. Still, she smiled harder than ever and leaned into his delicate fingers with a huff of fondness. “I’m glad,” Cordelia murmured as she pressed her palm against the back of his hand, holding it as if he would disappear in front of her if she didn’t. Things would be different, she’s sure. No matter how well their reunion went, no matter how well they fit into each other’s arms again– things were never going

Cordelia just about drew her sword at Ryland’s sudden interruption, but the soft jingle of laughter made her falter. A silent breath escaped her as she stared at Oscar like a fish out of water, unsure what to make of the situation since she was obviously missing something. Though oddly enough, the chuckle also seemed to calm her nerves like a soothing melody, and the tension in her shoulders gradually loosened as the seconds ticked by. Pieces of the unfinished puzzle were laid out one by one as Oscar recalled the events she was never able to witness or hear about. A relationship between

The world could’ve swallowed her up and she still wouldn’t have noticed, not with the way her full focus on the man in front of her. He could change his appearance as many times as he wanted, but there was no mistaking the man she had grown hopelessly in love with in the past. Familiarity enveloped her like a warm hug, but the moment of reprieve was quickly blown away by a flood of guilt on her conscience. Tell him that you’re sorry, the little nagging voice in her head rattled restlessly, it’s the least you can do for screwing this up. The idea almost made her shrink back, her mouth sud

Cordelia’s nails drummed against the railing that overlooked the skyport, a noticeable grimace etched onto her face as she examined one of Floor Twenty-six’s wonders on her way across a bridge. New floors these days are so much harder to keep track of, she mused flatly. It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes since she teleported to this floor before she was bombarded by quests and NPCs, spewing words and phrases that made zero sense to a player who (begrudgingly) has been in and out of floor lore for quite some time now. “Whatever happened to ‘yeah, this floor is just a desert or

Consciousness came to Cordelia in droves, like ripples that lapped into crashing waves. Each heartbeat of existence marked a surfacing thought, and each thought expanded into a new and foreign feeling in her body. The fatigue, the exhaustion, the way her limbs felt like lead weights on her body. It was almost as if she was waking up from a deep slumber after nights without reprieve. And yet, she couldn’t open her eyes. A dream, she surmises. Surely this was a dream, Cordelia thinks, but who dreams of nothing at all? There was no fantastical scenery to behold, nor was there the prese

"I'm not the inspiring type, you know. That's more of Baldur's shtick," she said with a long sigh as she palmed the hem of her clothes again sheepishly. She was just a girl with a bird and a sword, but she guessed that people will take hope from almost anything nowadays. Even now, with a leader like Baldur as her teacher, her life has never felt more bleak, so she supposes she can sympathize. "My drive to fight has been near impenetrable since I first stepped foot in this game, but I guess even the warrior's spirit wanes over time," she would say quietly, a far off look in her eyes befor

Her breath hitched at the sudden mention of Mari again, which left her feeling a bit more melancholy than she would've liked. "Maybe Mari rubbed off a little too hard on me then," Cordelia replied lightheartedly, a fond smile on her face as she remembered the fiery spirit of her old friend. "She was a woman of many troubles. I knew that much," she said quietly, not missing the tone behind his words. Briefly, her gaze flickered over to read Freyd's face, eventually huffing in defeat when she realized he was avoiding eye contact. People are weird. "I miss her too. We were never close enoug

Cordelia pondered a little bit at that. "I s'pose that's true," she'd say out loud with a far off look on her face as she reminisced about the night. She guessed she really didn't know Freyd all that well, because as hard as she was trying to remember, she was still drawing blanks whenever she tried to pin point anything about him. "I'm glad we're able to meet under better circumstances this time then. We all have our moments like that, but it's nice to see you're doing better." Her voice hitched into a bashful laugh at the compliment, cheeks slightly flushing in amusement. "That's actua

"Is that so surprising?" Cordelia asked, brows arching up in amusement. She hummed, nodding along almost bashfully as he went on to explain why he was so surprised in the first place. "As much as I'm flattered, it's not like I was strong from the get go," she huffed, lips tugging up into a crooked smile. "We all start from somewhere, yes? I met him long before I was even close to frontline level, and I undoubtedly owe a lot of my skill to him. Even then, I never once thought I was in his shadow. I am my own person and I can say the same about Baldur," she explained, much to her own surprise. S

Cordelia, the poor girl, nearly jumped out of her pants when a familiar-unfamiliar voice called out her name, surprising her since it was hard to even hear her own thoughts in the cheering crowd. "Ah..." Cordelia nervously trailed off nervously eyes, darting around in a panic before landing on Freyd again, lingering for a few seconds before lighting up in recognition. "Right! Freyd, was it?" she asked, praying to whatever higher being above that she was thinking of the right person. Nothing would embarrass her more than screwing up someone's name right in front of them. Still, even with

Cordelia had honestly started to feel more like a caterer than Baldur's beloved pupil with all of this cooking, but she'd much rather tough out the pain than let him and Calrex prepare food for all these people alone. Kitchens may not be combustible in Aincrad but she was certain that those two would find a way. She wouldn't even trust those two with a toaster. If toasters existed here anyway. They'd probably find a way to get a toaster, too. Fortunately, cooking was easier done than said nowadays, so it wasn't a huuuge deal, and it left Cordelia tons of time to be able to focus on more