Nisahime

*Combat Ends, Rhino Horn Reset Folding her arms across her chest watching the little warriors scramble around like little ants looking for the other things that could but probably not spawn. “Great observation,” commented on the question about the rain as everyone but her were getting soaked now. The water just fell off of the woman like droplets on glass. Glancing around now trying to help find what she knew wasn’t going to appear. Even if they did, no words would be spoken. It was so amusing watching the team run around like chickens with their heads cut off. Morrighan would just wait f

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Lightly clapping her hands togethers slowly, “Bravo bravo,” watching some of them creating chaos within the storms that they concocted by their own volition. It was clear that they had learned some new tricks since the last time they had been near one another, which really wasn’t that long ago. Wondering just what had changed to show this kind of performance today. It is the greatest that Morrighan had seen them yet and at this point she couldn’t be more proud to see such improvement. Maybe it was helping the little warriors by just allowing them to see what she

There was something different about today. Eyes were not prying her every movement. Maybe Shiina was right, that they were more inclined to help instead of focusing on what she was doing. This might be easier than Morrighan thought. They were getting ready for a fight and some were wearing coats. Expecting to be in the cold again, a smile painted lightly on her face, they will most definitely not need that where they are going today. If anything they are going to need less. The waters start to boil but not because it was hot. The creature suddenly splashes up spraying water in every direction.

Back upon well traversed pathways, the familiar sounds of waves mixed with the soft crunching of sand underfoot. A somber breeze danced wistfully through white hair and found itself brushing leaves on the shore. Morrighan stood in a serene outlook across that wave of blue, eagerly waiting for the moment where fates would align again. The journey was long but in her eyes it was but an instant by comparison to her past, arduous to some but simple and lacking in hers. Eyes reflected that water in a stark and sapphire blue, one that contrasted her own in a polarity to which she was beginning to re

A glance up at the girl as she stood, clearly the size being incomparable yet it stood adamantly regardless. "Am I a fraud, or am I right? So you have a name, but thats it. A daughter to who? A friend to who? Even now..." The thing would look left and right, around as if peering through the mirror like a window. "Boast all you like, pretender. But by all counts...." It would gesture to the ground at the girls feet. "Your meddling right now? What does this have to concern you? Why are you here?" Placing its hands to the mirror, as if to a window pane. it would look with that uncanny smile with

A somber retelling upon the mirrors reflected face, sporting the same tears to which the girl would wear. Like an outfit, it would appear only for show as it's expression would twist to one much more placid. "So how? How are you finally going to get out of these pathetic fort you've built around yourself." It would turn to look down upon her despite the height difference, her own past staring through her as if it could easily see her fallacy. "Your empty because you don't know what the fuck your doing, what do you have, who are you really? Samantha? Or Katoka 2. Maybe your just Freya or Raidou

The reflection would look back at her, mirroring her every move despite the obvious height difference. "Then why are you hiding, who do you think your fooling?" the thing would respond in kind with the players voice, as it would start to cry but maintain that smile in a strange mix of emotion. "So quick and brash, so selfish and self serving." the reflection would answer. Matching her every motion, it would express the same level of shock and dismay as it would continue to stare daggers into the player. The sound of shattering glass echoes from the trees, as hisses in the woods would portray a

Wandering their way through the forest, under a constant and uninviting scrutiny the player would find themselves deeper within the maw of this place. The fog seems to thicken and become even more obscuring, causing eyesight to twist into a blanket of white. Thick enough it would feel almost like a blizzard, yet there was no howl of wind. Instead it sat frozen, absent and empty. Those pale images would continue to appear and vanish the moment they were witnessed, dropping out phrases that would not be understood and avoiding all perceptions enough to discern what they were. The players heartbe

As the player would see themselves within the white fog of the forest of memories, they wouldn't help but feel as though they were being watched. Moreover, on their peripheral they would continue to see figures that would seemingly vanish the moment attentions would turn to them directly. Those harsh whispers took volume, almost like chanting or recanting in whispered tones. The mist would continue to trail about limply and swell and fall, stirring through the air with every step. Every step within the forest would leave it sticking or escaping from every footfall, it was so thick that one cou

The billowing fog of the forest of memories would invite none to travel its troublesome depths. That soft white film spreads thinly through the air, causing the faint obscurity to play upon eyesight. Beneath it the dark oak wood trees would sit vaguely through the mist, drawn loosely as hard to make out silhouettes topped with a rich and dark green that would conceal the night sky. Murmurs of the restless would chatter angrily in faint whispers near impossible to make out, just beyond perceptions enough to understand but vivid enough to confirm the dread of isolation. Worse off, it felt ever s

First! *smashes a wine bottle on the side of the ship to kick off the journey by buying dumb shit* Bottled Vigor x 2 | [6 Mon] Gain +1600 EXP. Untradable; applied upon purchase.

*Optimal Turn Order Shift A long discussion under constant chaos that burned on behind them was just about to its close. "That's everything?" the woman asks of the blue skinned fellow, to which he would place his hand upon hers. "Tis the truth, not a missing memory. Take to wings young millitian, these halls will renew thy identity." Victor responds before lifting his hand from hers and slinking back into his stone coffin, pulling the rapier taught against his chest. "Thank you Victor, it has helped a lot." The mans eyes slam closed, allowing Morrighan to return the lid where it belonged.

*Optimal Turn Order Shift The duke folds up, looking to the woman as if confused. "Why hath ye returned, champion?" knowing full well that Nisahime had already undertaken this trial, her final push toward the end. "Simple, victor. I walked this path once and I need you to remind me of the specifics." she'd offer the cold blue skinned fellow, as he'd clamp a sharp tipped glove upon that coffins rim. "I pry tell, your memories are lost?" Victor would remark looking on to the others that had not undertaken the trial, wondering if they were going to survive to face him. "Pay them no mind, Vic

*Rhino Horns Reset The gate falls and Morrighan is the first through it, as the enemies in the chamber would detonate instantly once the basilisk fell. "Almost, one more room~" The woman beckons back with a cheerful outcry, finding her way into the last room. This one adorned with four rectangular pillars, an altar in its center as well as another on the far end. The altar itself painted dark red with matte dried blood, upon an incline of stairs. "Hold them back, I need to talk Victor." she'd waltz up the center of the room and start to run her hand along the coffin that appeared like an

A steadfast onlooker would continue to sit by the next doorway, watching readily the team of players. As if in an elegant play, they would continue to beat down their opposition as if rehearsed showing their expertise within the given system. The skills they held would likely prove useful for times to come, and moreover through transitive it would maintain that worth despite the circumstances. A curious sort that, how something so mundane could provide a valuable side product. Case and point, the very semblance of exploiting their capability to invade the walls of this ancient hall. The next r

Thread Closure: Nisahime | [Word Count: 5802/10 = 580.2] * [True Tier: 7] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 2559 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 383 col Raidou | [Word Count: 5802/10 = 580.2] * [True Tier: 14] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 5117 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 767 col Kasumi | [Word Count: 5802/10 = 580.2] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 2924 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 438 col Simmone | [Word Count: 5802/10 = 580.2] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 0.5]* [Exp Bonus: 0.26] = 2924 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 438 col Shiina | [Word Count: 5802/10 = 580.2] * [

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Everything was coming together very well, it hasn’t even gotten the chance to show the true nature of its abilities yet. It would seem that this creation of his was nothing compared to the real thing. Last time it took a small army to even make a dent against it. Maybe her training and words given to them were making a difference. Parading through the snowy lands, feet sink in but the coldness was not affecting her like the others. A few more steps forward Morrighan would be standing next to the massive sized head. It was rounding its death which meant that it wa

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Taking the map from her little lightning bolt, this was the only way they would give Morrighan the trust and help that was needed for the strength that she required. It might be a mess but it was worth it. Untying the folded paper, unravels it, grasping each flat side with both her hands. Saying a few words as a bright light fills around them blinding the team. What they would feel is freezing cold temperatures, what they would hear is screeching and roaring above them. “See the white glint in the sky, that is what I’m after” pointing up in the sky at a large whi

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Boots sinking ever so slightly into the sand, tiny waves splashing off an invisible barrier that couldn’t be seen. Hands behind her back, hands tucked together as she approaches Raidou. “Where I am going is dangerous, no doubt that you guys can handle it.” Shifting her feet around the man, “Dangers will lurk in the skies which will be clear this time.” Another few steps, Raidou’s head twists around with her listening. “Put them down first and ask your questions later” not looking at Raidou now but the group as they put these tiny distractions to waste. It was alm

*Optimal Turn Order Change The girl might not be half off, it was fun watching them squirm on her behalf though. Was enjoying the show that they presented every time they were on the battlefield. Maybe if she told them or rather showed them, they would show more potential, not that they weren’t already but they were still just tiny soldiers in Morrighans eyes. The stronger they were the more strength she had. That might not bode well with them but this was the only way to make that man get what he deserved. Maybe a little notion toward the right direction would be okay. They would be in f

Finding that everyone arrived right on time. Morrigan found it amusing that this group would come this far everyday so early in the morning just to figure out what she was up to. Watching the crowd begin to use their full potential, yet they seemed to be still struggling with the small facts of the tiny truth. It was a shame that they hadn’t even guessed why Morrighan was doing what she was. Firm Anima just thought that she was getting into more trouble than they could handle. That was far from true. Once all the pieces were gathered it would be much simpler to do what needed to be done. If th

The familiar sands took on a newfound taste. With each passing day they felt even more vibrant despite being the same. The lingering feeling of life stuck to her soul like static, making every sense that much more potent. The scent of the sea water, the breeze that blew through the air so pungent and unforgettable yet before it was hazy and muddied. Looking down to her arm, a gold and silver ring strapped her her left wrist as it waited idly for her to continue her crusade. A day apart and a day away, saw her feel the world again as she had such a long time ago. It called to her on a way that

Lowering her arm, the shield upon it as well as the sword in the other both disappear in a flash of silver. "Well done, but this is hardly over." She spoke with an honest and stable tone, providing a normally absent aura of seriousness. The woman turns and starts to move into the next room, not fully entering until the others were at her back. "Round 2, You can always leave. This isn't for the faint of heart. But we both know that wont happen." She'd look at them plain, finding the dedication plastered upon all of their faces. "Alright then, lets go. No telling what you'll face until they appe

*Fresh Rotation, Combat restart A smile on her face as that pale white light exploded out from the shot placed by Sam, Bhafel was in full swing. Moreover the girl seemed to fully be grasping what it was capable of. A convincing decree in her capability. "Look, more tiny soldiers!~" The woman would gasp and offer them the most sarcastic expression. "Watch out, no telling if they will eat your soul." She'd remark before heading off to the northern most point of the beach, abandoning the charade quite quickly. A wave of her hand would see a breeze begin to blow across the sand, revealing wha

Nisa would look to the girl as she'd just begin to spout off in a consistent dribble. "And whose fault is that?" the girl would hoist a bag of flour up to her right shoulder, as her appearance would take to her travel attire. "Simpler yes, better? Nope." The girl would turn and make movements for the door, offering a wave to Alissa before opening up to reveal the sunshine. "Tell me Freya, how many times were you almost eaten by a dragon in your old life? How much did you really have to worry about?" She'd adjust the bag of flour before walking down the set of stairs that held up the entryway.