Nisahime

Out of the central structure as another guardian of this place would pray upon her chosen imbeciles who so haphazardly wandered into the depths of a place they did not understand. A shout across the room would be so earnestly carried, loud in volume: "Why have you come here? Not a single one of you understand danger very well." A sarcastic twist on the final segment of that sentence. After which she slowly begins to walk the distance across the chamber, the small gemstone in her clutches ready to serve its future purpose. The clapping of water as she'd take each step, the foot deep liquid bein

The echoes of combat would see themselves within the chamber, causing Morrighan to offer a very tired sigh. "I see my heralds have found themselves a door to get themselves killed in." she'd look back to the pool and stir her finger inside of it. "Aer, the tear. I need to go spank some children for getting into things." the bowl would start to glow in a nearly blinding flare of cyan. When the light would fade, just beneath the waters surface was a gemstone in the shape of a raindrop. Its color a light purple, and the woman would claim it from inside. "I will hold it dear, Aer. Hold out just a

A swift wind blows along the top of trees, as strings of webbing are misted with the soft twinkle of an incandescent waft. That gentle reminder met eagerly on that draft, offering the stone of change down a winding path that would lead it to the future. Further beyond, the sapphire blue sky held its stark contrast to the green and pressed upon the eyes a magnificent composure. Leaves dance wistfully to the ground, showing their joy in this silent serenity. Many come to scale the mountains that lingered beyond the Ruins of Tsjericanth, eagerly seeking redemption and the peace it would allow. Th

That muted voice would struggle to make its presence known, but Morrighan would offer a response to it. "I have come to seek the blessings of the spirit, my armor is damaged." pressing an index into the basin sees it ripple. With those ripples the voice would ring out again as if distorted, the first segment almost too problematic to understand. Almost as if reversed. "I see, how long has it been?" As if the ripples were its voice. "Century, Aer. I am a much different person then when we last spoke." The white haired woman replies before shifting her finger to create more vibrations. "I can ha

Down in the dimly lit halls of blue, the gentle trickle of water on both sides. It glowed in a soft cyan that was akin to that of the glow of a campfire. A simple wrought iron fence would provide a barrier to prevent falling into that water, but only loosely if you were quite persistent. Morrighan however would seek the center passed this walkway, a square chamber with a single feature: A port hole centered inside that square. As the woman approaches the basin and leans forward her hair cascading off her shoulder and finding itself halted upon the rim. "Aer, can you hear me?" Her voice echoes

Pivoting up from her seated position, the small chain in her right hand disappearing in a flash of white light. "Welcome to this elegant charade, now tell me. Are we excited to fight the same damn thing over and over?" She'd look to the group with an sense of joy, one so believable it would be hard to tell if she was serious or not. The party would look at her with exhausted and tired expressions. "Everyone looks so delighted, I must say I can feel your coming excitement. Well your in luck..." She'd offer a point toward a far end of the beach, as the creature began to clamber itself free from

Down the length of familiar sands, in her hand a small disk hung limply on a chain. On its outside a small fracture to which would need to be repaired before it would be made functional. At the crest to where an island once stood, its guardian traded for a much larger one. The woman lifts the small device that looked almost like a keychain, casting its backdrop as the clouds above. "Prufor tutela, i' bracchiis meis iterum" Tapping it with her left index finger sees it sway before clasping it in her right palm. Back to the string of faces that would accompany and secure her efforts upon this be

Leaning against a tree, watching the show. It was being put down pretty quickly, impressive. Stretching out those fingers, they fit perfectly they just needed to be worked in. It was only a matter of time that Morrighan would have her full set of armor. Would be like old times. That bastard would get what was coming to him soon enough, these warriors just needed a little more work. They were already starting to work together, and had one another's back. That right there was a good honest sign. Everything was falling into place, but a few more puzzle pieces still had to be placed. Readjusting t

*Optimal Turn Reorder Taking the gloves in hand, pulling each one up to arms length. Long black fabric, fingertips wiggled into view. “Quite the repair, well done.” only one would know that this specifically made cloth was warmer than normal when put on. Could withstand heat that even gods themselves couldn’t touch without burning their own flesh. Turning to the door she had come from, some of the fake gods were standing in front of it. “Have it your way” holding out a hand, pointing a finger toward them. They all back up waiting for some form of attack. Morrighan just draws a line straig

The giant marble doors swing open, a large table wrapped with chairs. Figures sat in each seat, there had been a few new additions as of late. The oddly dressed fella’s started searching for papers that were now littered all over the white platform. Morrighan’s footsteps echoed in the empty coliseum as she made her way towards the display cases in the far back right corner. “Uh, miss you are not supposed to be here. There is no indication in our records that we sent you an invite.” Morrighan ignores them completely as her hands are placed on a case. “You can’t touch those, they are our most pr

Giving a sigh as she watches everyone just stand there lost. The things they seek were clear as day, right behind them crawling out of the tides that washed over the sands. “It seems that you need to get your eyes checked, have you looked in the water yet?” Morrighan points toward them. “If it was a snake it would have already eaten you alive…” Seeing the group glance to the ocean before realizing that they were actually there. With that Morrighan turns and starts walking away from the group. “Good luck” calling out behind before snapping her fingers, a staircase appears, the woman smiles. The

Combat Ended, Trolls Blood Reset Eyes scanned the group, it was clear that they were fairing very well. It seemed as though they grew tired of fending off the same monster on repeat, it was almost time to make this session more interesting. Soon the door to greatness would open and they would find themselves with a far more challenging task, or maybe not. Only time would tell, but first she would help speed this small endeavor along. Glancing around the sands with no real sight on what was being looked for. The group would find them eventually, walking a few steps toward the water. Morrig

Seeing that everyone arrived right on queue, it wasn’t going to be long now. Deciding that this morning Morrighan would just let them put this creature to rest. Making it more difficult would prove to be inefficient given that the end goal was different today. The crab was just an inconvenient problem and it had to be eradicated before she could follow through with her plans. Wondering if they would notice the difference in strength with the abomination, only time would tell. Getting up from where she sat, dusting herself off. “Good Luck.” turning, giving a coy smile, walking a bit further fro

A smile as the children rushed off to play with the guardian of this domain, eagerly aiming to put the beast down. It would seem as though they were working along fine, and within this moment of pause she'd meander down the length of the beach. Sword swings, explosions and screams would play nothing more then background noise as they fought valiantly. "Messenger no longer, a denizen here you will stay. The irony is no more fitting a subject, given the lack of a soul. Yet your goals align with my own. Even now your tether will provide me, no longer Takeshi or the true lord. A shell without its

Sitting on the edge of the beach, gentle waves of water slowly moving up to greet her before retreating. The sand beneath her stuck limply to one another, painted dark with moisture and cut a grove before being erased. The gentle breeze caused that white hair pure as snow to dance, and the stirring would be the only notable sound. To her right side, a singular stone sat and with it a fragment of the past. It wouldn't be too long now, assuredly so. Through chance, through determination a path walked for nigh a century. Lives lived and lives lost, there was a time that this lake was filled with

A gentle smile as players in droves started to break the tree line like emissaries, circling her and taking in the view to which she was. "It has hasn't it?" The woman remarked without averting her gaze from the clear blue sea of coral. "I must say I appreciate your gift, it has been most helpful in these recent days." The illumination on her eyes fading to reveal the stark vibrant sapphire denoting Kirin. Morrighan would look to others that would offer her shock and confusion. "What? You didn't put that together? Think of us as office workers who pass by the same water cooler. Some times you

The soft crunch of sand beneath her feet allowing the group to list behind her if they should so choose. It seems their insistent line of questioning had far passed, and they had chosen to discover through interpretation and perception then simply asking. The woman's gaze would look upon the sand, finding it eerie that the weave had a point of weakness here above others. However the group that shadowed her would be necessary to deal with the random crustacean lest its massive feet would prove troublesome to any unearthed pit she'd unleash. Each footstep would lead her further along the shore,

Thread Closure: Nisahime | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.25] = 3845 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 576 col Eruda | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.25] = 5767 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 865 col Griswold | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 7] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.35] = 4845 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 726 col Setsuna | [Word Count: 10253/10 = 1025.3] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.35] = 5537 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 830 col Celeste | [Word Count: 10253/10 =

The device she sought had been found, and although she wasn't confident in the stability of this place she'd have to find it permanently before she could meander the halls for real. "See to the others Peanut, let them know I plan on a return." She'd remark with a rake of his small, softball sized head. The orange fur rustled as it coos, and once she'd extend her arm it would rush down the length and jump from her palm. Taking a space in front of her, the animal would pay her a nod to which would be met with a smile. "First I need to get these reforged, but for that I need to seek Credne's anvi

*Optimal Turn Order change The woman nestles into a relic of the past, meandering down the halls as they screamed memories into a still fragmented retelling. About halfway down a stone hallway with doors, a small orange colored monkey would seek her out and rush up her left leg. "Peanut.." The woman offered with a smile, reaching her right hand up toward her shoulder and scratching underneath the creatures chin. A sharp howl as it remembered the woman's touch more then her appearance. At first he was antsy and cautious, yet now he was almost elated. "Where are the others?" She'd ask the b

The blackened chamber would be so hard to peruse until the woman sought out a dangling lantern, turning a singular dial would see a soft flicker begin to fill the area with orange light. Into a drawer the woman pulls it open to reveal old and tarnished silverware, and with a soft press of her hand she could feel the past bleed through her fingertips. "Hello old friends." The woman responds in the quietest tone, releasing the drawer and it slides shut virtually on its own. This is the point the woman would wander around a larger table, pushing in the chair and checking through a layer of shit o

A show of overwhelming superiority from the heralds had her filled with a mix of suspense and pride as she watched on eagerly, hoping to see them exceed their bestowed limits even further. The chains provided to them were still ever present and despite her attempts to break them entirely, it seemed they were stronger then she was first lead to believe. However given she'd seen quite a bit so far, and she needed to accomplish a thwart of these chains without her presence, she'd leave them to it. To the back wall, she'd press her hand into it like water. Something snaps and the wall would transi

*Optimal Turn Order As the room filled with light the woman couldn't be more ecstatic. The entire reason why the group was here in the first place had finally been scratched. As the flash bang cleared, and soft embers in white clung to nearly every surface the woman would respond in a way that none other present would. *clap clap clap* A round of applause as finally there was some obvious progress. "Well Done, Well Done~" the musical twist to her words as she'd take a gander on the slime king who was boiling and smoking given his proximity to where the skill had went off. "Now,

*Optimal Turn Order Eying the group expectantly Morrighan was eager to see how they'd fair. Some had already fought in this rodeo yet most of them had not, and a flash of silver on her eyes would goad the beast into a much more violent frenzy. "Now now, best not get hasty..." The woman remarked toward it as it scanned those closest to it and started swinging. A slow of its movement, as it would size up its competition and seek out the weakest among them. "That's a good boy. Now then, who has what it takes?" Her chipper and slightly conniving tone continued to play out, pushing the party t

Morrighan eyed her cohorts with an eager inspection, like an appraiser looking over fine jewelry. Another spark and those vigilant enough to catch it would see her iris take on a magnificent shade of silver, as some skill or cardinal function was being fired yet the effects would remain unseen. The slimes stir and scatter looking to keep up the pressure with some unnatural vigor, desperate to deal some damage to the party that was threatening the place they were spawned from. "It would appear that they are not going to take this sitting down." She'd offer the party with the most playful and tw