Setsuna

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

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed, Vanish Refreshed A weaponized scalpel, the cyan blue trace of existential dread wormed its way through the battlefield like a laser focused omen of death. It lingers for a moment before a puff of smoke would show its source, a long purple scarf wrapped around her throat appearing almost weightless as she pops into existence. The glimmer of a katana on her back being returned to its scabbard as a method of foreshadowing the fact that it had been used. Once its finally snapped closed, it causes a wide chunk of green to erase itself from the slime k

The bitter cold of Setsuna roars out among the battlefield, like a foreboding wave that would cause the stomach to churn and become uneasy. Within moments the field is washed white, transitioning into this secreted place as the sounds fell down to nothing. In that silence, the beast continues to freak. Horrified and trapped in this sudden shift of existence. A singular glimmer to which it cannot respond fast enough to catch. The click sees the weapon close, and with it an arm is ripped from her opponent in a horrifying display of destruction. What isn't reduced to rubble is locked solid in a f

Relaxed [2/2] - Full HP/EN recovery Vanish Refreshed, Charge Refreshed The soft sound on her HUD, a gentle blip provides the feedback that confirms she was ready to continue. Opening her HUD she'd type out a message to Eruda as to not break her cover, allowing the tank to know that she was prepared. This is the point where her hand would make motions toward the handle of her blade. Clutching carefully the grip she waited in a suspenseful silence for what was to come next as the slurping noises rung out somewhere deeper within that drain pipe on the wall. The timing couldn't have been

Relaxed [1/2] Vanish CD {2/3}, Charge CD {2/3} A soft pant in the dark, the girl would allow her energy to recover before the next escapade. Otherwise she'd risk running out completely, and it was a habit she was trying to break. Within that time however, she would remain vigilant eagerly assuring that no creatures would meander in out of the dark. Within that time her attentions become a bit lax as she checks her gear, as if waiting out the designated timer and making sure that her attire was fitted properly. A sharp inhale upon her perch, her breathing starts to stabilize. Setsuna

Standard Recovery +4 EN Like a phantom a singular blue line appears across the battlefield seemingly without any warning. It draws through her opponent and lingers for a moment as the girl apparates into existence like gathering fog. A turn of a still smoking katana as the permafrost hisses out from that evercold steel and falls to the floor, a turn in her clutches sees it to a saya still strapped to her left hip. A slow slide like an ill omen, as the opponent starts to rush her down in haste and aggression. *click* it snaps shut.... Followed by a ruthless detonation of ice like cancer th

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Vanish Refreshed More hostiles begin to bleed out of drainage pipes looking for blood from those that had penetrated their domain. Despite the fact the room had just become a massive hellscape, and the simple fact was Setsuna hated the heat. She would rush them down as soon as there was enough body to strike at, causing them to freeze at numerous points. Bits and pieces of them becoming solid shrapnel as its flung through the air and splatters like a handful of rocks against the sewer walls. The HP bars that she could see would show their vitality plummet in respo

Ripping into existence in the blink of an eye, the girl appears with a maelstrom of sleet and shreds the first entity before can even fully form. A spray of green slime freezes midair and clatters against a sewer wall as ill colored hail. Through cloth covered mouth she jerks back took toward her party. "There are more." Before she pivots and folds back to avoid an attack from the others. The weapon in her grasp clicks shut and sends a sharp detonation of frost to claim her chosen victim as she continues back using her left hand to continue to tumble. As soon as her feet hit the ground she lun

Stealth Rating: 231516, LD: 8 + 6 = 14 Success! The swift twist sees an allied shadow dart through the obscurity with the lightest of leaps, perching upon a nearby column like a gargoyle. The soft trickle of a silvered white mist will elude to her party that she was nearby, coupled with the soft bite of cold that followed alongside it. Upon her lips the purple mask drawn up to cover the lower half of her face. Hand placed on the hilt of her katana, ripe and ready to strike when the need would arise. She was back down here hunting down the most elusive quarry, that strange woman from prior

9/7/24 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 230384 CD: 5 +1 LD: 14 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 230385 CD: 1 +1 LD: 17 Critical Failure - 6 (+5 Ambition

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP, Vicious Stomp Fades The ground shutters under the weight of the girls voice, yet this time it seemed much more 'potent'. The evidence was weak, but this would have to be the first time it broke glass or blew out the lights. Setsuna seizes the opportunity as the foes strength started to wane. A sudden leap into the dark Setsuna disappears from view. The faint glimmer of cyan blue, showing that her weapon was primed and ready to go. A singular vorpal tear darts through the chamber, and moments later the weapon clicks shut. Hostiles of all shap

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP Finding Simmone's outstretched hand, Setsuna bounds past her. At first it looks as though the girl was going to collide with the woman, but the moment where they should have impacted sees Setsuna pass harmlessly through as her body becomes an incorporeal mist. Her shape reforms, like stirring a pot before the rapid taps of her feet see her blinding down the tunnel. Turning a T-junction, Setsuna hones in on the sound and breaks left without stopping. She lunges and plants against that back wall before leaping off with a change in direction. Ra

*Optimal Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP, Charge Refreshed The creature in the mist, a name with a dark connotation and yet it couldn't be more fitting a title. Setsuna stirs as the flames of the tower push her further and further into a deep vitriol. Far too little does she find an opponent that can challenge her, and somewhere deep down she relished the moment where they could actually make her feel anything. The blade on her back is shifted off to her left side, and she turns the scabbard slightly using her left hand. The girls eyes light up in a sharp cyan

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP As soon as the Shadow Dragon Matriarch hits the ground, its wings are shredded. A single minute line draws across its wingspan as they begin to fold, this tiny cyan line and at the end of it Setsuna appears in a puff of white mist. Hand to her face, the girl spins into the air and clambers to the ground. Setsuna's feet dig in and keep her balance, as her momentum carries her some distance. Sliding back, it wears a nice groove through the soot and dust, as she whips her hand back and rotates her weapon toward its sheathe. Finding the hole she

Maintain Stealth | 230031, LD: 13 + 6 = 19, Success! As soon as its focus locked to Kasumi, Setsuna seems to form up out of white smoke. A cool mist coalesces and within a split second it was like ghost gaining shape. Her right hand hovered the handle of her katana, and as clamps down she tears through the creatures throat with a vorpal tear. It is as if space folds, and within nothing more then a blink of an eye Setsuna was on the opposite side. The slow sheathe of her weapon from the crouched position she found herself in, like a gentle grinding. Setsuna twists with that same sharp glar

Stealth: 230019 | LD: 4 + 6 = 10, Success! Blinding just outside of view, the chill on the wind portraying her presence even in a visual absence. The girl scans the information plastered on the wanderer's screen, eagerly seeking her quarry. Her target, some strange white haired woman to which Setsuna couldn't help but taste the irony. The sheer amount of time she's spent shadowing white haired women could be easily add up to a full time job. Apparently this one was very, odd. The debriefing explained that this was an attempt at a conversation and was an information gathering mission, yet

8/20/24 190573, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor + 1 Demonic Shard (Combined with Kasumi's, Sent from Simmone) Name: Raven's Fickle Fortune - Solera Profession: Tailor Rank: 10 Roll ID: Demonic Upgrade Roll Result: 227637 Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Loot Dice 2, Recovery 2