Setsuna

Setsuna looked to Raidou with the most terrified expression "Is it worse? I accept anything you have to do to remove it. Should I lie down?" The girl starts to get the notion to shove her finger in her mouth to gag herself. Raidou uses an open hand as a barricade. "I appreciate your tutelage. Your patience. All of you, thank you for joining at my final moments." Setsuna starts to lie on the floor, patiently expecting to reduced to ash in the coming moments. It takes some serious effort to get the girl off the floor and moreover the only sober member dictates that she probably shouldn't be jump

Starting Stealth | 243587, LD: 7+5=12 (Success) PH <<Assist System Engaged>> Level: 34 Paragon: 31 Tier: 4 True Tier: 8 Final EXP Reward: +10% Activated: True Light Lantern: +1 ACC, +1 LD (Party) Paragon (10): +1 LD while Looting/Searching Guild Rank 1: +1% Final EXP Reward Mega Slime Farm | +10% Final EXP Reward Consumed: Bottomless Tea Wares (Gungir's - EVA 2 | VIT 2 [Feast - 152493]) {RAIDOU} [3/6] Lunchbox of Everlasting Memories (Gungir's - MIT 3 | EVA 1 [Feast - 205491]) {NISAHIME} [3/6] Unfathomable Red Vials (Gungir's - PROT

A Drink on The House | 243582, CD: 10 -> Whiskey Unsheathing her blade in a quick ripping slash sees the trunk of the tree shatter like glass. The first thing she could hit and finally vent some of those pent up frustrations. "Wish fulfilled." The girl remarks in a cold tone, her hair glossed in its pale silver wetness. Weather wasn't anywhere near as drastic as the other two girls were acting it was. The final leg of their journey finds them back into the tavern, her first visit to the place. "This is where the quest ends?" she'd look to Raidou for a silent nod. Three crates offered t

Travel Back | 243578, LD: 18 -> One of the wheels pops off the wagon. As you rush to fix it, you hear the sound of something giggling and scampering towards you. You never see what it is as you get back on the road. Removing her hand, the more wild amongst them really had a way of drawing attention to them. Setsuna sighs in irritation and passes a smaller crate to Shiina, before gesturing aggressively "Move it, we don't have all day." Down to the pile, she peels up one of her own and moves up toward the deck of the ship. Atop it, one of her other companions were being equally as useles

Unloading the Cargo | 243574, LD:10 -> You find a barrel of wine that is leaking profusely. Its flow seems never ending. It tastes a bit flat. Upon the galleon that had run aground, now perched precariously inside a unfortunate building Setsuna slides. A quest prompt appears, sending a fuzz across her screen. <<Escort the booze us...>> It cuts away in a distorted mess but provides the necessary markers. Some even conveying that they lingered beneath her very feet. "Fine" Setsuna spat in a cutting whisper, hovering her hand over her weapon's hilt as she'd pierce into the da

Waiting at the Docks | 243573, LD: 16 -> The brigantine does not dock, and instead tears through the dock, before beaching itself. The dimly lit bog of a town, the brand new floor was a reflection of another much lower. Bits of debris float harmlessly in stagnant water, offering a bit of earthiness to the mildew funk. A small barge toward the far end of town, the other players would ride. Setsuna hops from roof to roof in the manner to which she was accustomed. Scouring the local, trying to get a sense of what new dangers could be lingering just out of sight. The town was empty, not a

10/26/24 Rolled -> 9/22/21 198884, T4/Perfect/Light Armor + 1 Demonic Shard = 198884, T4/Demonic/Light Armor Name: Galtean Royal Attire - Father Profession: Tailor Rank: 10 Roll ID: 198884 Roll Result: CD: 11+1/LD:20 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Mitigation 2, R

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed Springing out of nowhere, a breeze of cold would wash over the sand. A singular cyan line burns through the air Post Action | [x11] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 17 EN) Free Action | ID: 235319 | 10 + 7 = 17, Hit vs. Sand Dollar #8 Dealing 319 - 5 = 314 Damage ID: 235320 | 7 + 7 = 14, Hit vs. Sand Dollar #10 Dealing 319 - 5 = 314 Damage ID: 235321 | 7 + 7 = 14, Hit vs. Sand Dollar #11 Dealing 319 - 5 = 314 Damage ID: 235322 | 5 + 7 = 12, Hit vs. Sand Dollar #12 Dealing 319 - 5 = 314 Damage Players:

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} The girl twists herself and manages to climb back up from her compromised posture, having narrowly avoided a much nastier fall. Her legs slide forward offering her the needed momentum to vault to another branch hanging lower. Once she looks toward the beach, it would seem that the crab was already dispatched. Efficiency still proving ever Firm Anima's strong suit, that much was certain. A glance down would see her maintain her watchful inspection of the area, her vision hard locked to the odd one out in the form of their ever persistently difficult

Carefully the girl would size up her competition from her roost, that seemed to bust out of the sand without any warning or option to see it coming. Here she thought that their opposition would likely poke in from the tree lines, it was a little unorthodox for a foe to come from below save Terra Firma or the sand shark. Moreover given the creatures stature the question as to how it logically fit so easily into the rather short beach was even more alien, a fact which causes Setsuna to pause. Every day the game grew stranger, and seemed to toss logic out the metaphorical window. An adjust of her

Starting Stealth: 233133 | LD: 9 + 6 = 15 (Success) A shadow in the tree line, not knowing still how to rationalize their insistent agreement of this woman. She'd given them the slip at least more then twice and that was just when she started to track her. Silently she wondered if the others were having the same issue with their skills being unable to peg her down effectively. They worked sure, yet she seemed to bounce around like a pinball. Floor 1, Floor 25 and back in seconds. Why she was teleporting around so much still remained an enigma, and even moreover the few glances they've see

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed That soup climbs back to a solid shape, transforming into a humanoid form as a writhing mass that grows like a geyser. Its struck down with a brutally struck strand of cyan that suddenly scatters through that bulbous mass, sending a powdered spray of frozen droplets without warning. It would look like a jarring detonation, as the girl isn't even visible until far past her target. She'd puff into existence, a sharp exhale and an inhale through her nose. She was clearly wavering in stamina and yet her tenacity was still adamantly resolute. This woul

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} A sporadic and frenetic cyan blue line darts around the room like a ricocheting bullet, cutting clean through her opposition in a violent slice. The slime king starts to phase shift, its body growing cold and opaque as the strike had left some permafrost beneath its skin. A crawling cancer as it spreads from the lime green torso, echoing out from the point of impact and slowly transitioning the thing into a solid statue of black ice. As Setsuna stops, her weapon is twisted and returned to its sheath with a meticulous slide. Clicking shut the statue

Standard Recovery +4 EN Darting back into the fray with direct intention, Setsuna carves through the opponents with blinding fast strikes. Each one would see massive wounds that explode out long after her extraction. The lethality would be obvious to her group, and as Shiina's effects come in full swing, her weapon supercharges and causes her next opponent to experience a horrifying rip of its available hit points down a sizeable chunk. They'd continue to attempt to stop her, but with every attack she'd glide through every attempt with the most acrobatic evasiveness. Slipping past every a

Standard Recovery +4 EN Setsuna keeps up her lethal pressure as she winds through the battlefield like a bullet. The warzone sees swipes and attacks aimed at her, but with finesse she slides beneath one attack and over another. A twin attack and she leaps at an angle to slip through space between. A sharp rip of her Katana would follow a ring of cyan blue that darts through both targets, and the sheer motion carries her through. Tumbling she snaps her attention back as she's sprawled out like a cat ready to pounce, the blue scarf still flared as momentum carries it past her. Left hand hol