Nisahime

Still digging through the writhing mass of gear that was within the ancients domain. An eerily fitting name for the beast, but perhaps it wasn't due to its age. But that which what it was guarding? The bits and pieces continue to be flung behind the woman, a helmet, or an old broken sword with no point. Looked like the least impressive pile of crap to anyone, and yet here is where her attentions seemed so whole heartedly focused. As she rummages she sets her hands upon some strange necklace, a single dangling icon hanging limply upon a gilded chain. A very mischievous grin paints itself upon h

As the titan fell the group minus her would rush upon its front, using the massive complex of bark skin as a floor. Eagerly they sought out whatever wounds or soft spots to put it down before there was any chance of rebuttal. Meanwhile, the silver haired woman would seek out the nearby treeline and remain in close proximity. There was an object to which she sought here, but this one not quite like the others. Strange that it would find itself here of all places. Shuffling through the pile of crap that was left in the area, perhaps left overs from past excursions or worse. The woman would remai

The simplest of gestures seems to send Eruda into an explosive spark. Seems that the girl was still learning the deeper nuance in the gift she had received still. It was a bit obtuse that they all seemed to be so far behind her expectations, yet she shouldn't be surprised given they lacked the same escapades that lead her to a much more explosive success. "That's it?" The woman goads finding a space to claim on the wall, folding her arms across her chest and taking a pose that would portray that which she borrowed her newfound english from. Her expectation was a lot more prevelant then to the

Through the side passages the woman would skirt into view, revealing herself as the shadows cast start to peel away. Face to face with the party as Shiina yells out, she'd offer them a somber yet playful grin. "Welcome, persistent aren't we?" She'd look them over and notice the additions from times prior. "It's been some time, hasn't it? I am curious how far you've moved along down that road?" Morrighan goads as she starts to stroll, as if beckoning them deeper into the depths of the sewers, toward an awaiting trial fitting their sudden and consistent pursuit. Answers taught not through words

Down familiar halls the woman wanders from the front of an altar now discovered, its powers found amicable a form of battery. It wouldn't be long before the others would find themselves down in these depths, through a murmur of stars and a traveled path of the past. The soft splashes of water upon puddles in darkened and dank walkways. The soft silver glow of her eyes and a star in her right hand, the woman moves eagerly toward the arena to where the slime king would hold. Creatures slinking too and from just outside of eyesight, proving their existence with every slurping mass. Yet such proxi

*Optimal Turn Order Change Stepping across the still lake the woman would find herself out into its center. Behind her the battle raged on in constant explosions and flashes of light, much akin to a scifi warzone. Each footstep offers a gentle ripple from where they are placed, a soft reverberation and echo out. It would be here where the woman starts to sink down, scanning the water carefully for some semblance of the object she sought. A tap of her feet, leaning into her knees in a few different spaces before the soft white glow bleeds up from somewhere deep below. A quick glance back t

Slowly strolling down the mountain as the other players tear total ass down it, as if their bread was in an oven. "You all definitely have some serious pacing issues." The woman goads as they rush past into the newly produced fray, intending to circle kick the giant orange mammoth to death before it even had a chance to act. However despite their fervor, she would carry her normal and modest pace. It takes her a few minutes to finally reach the bottom of the hill and the players were already knee deep in tearing the fish apart. "Don't kill it too fast now." The woman remarks as she starts to s

Shiina yells out loud, having found what was presumably the creature they were supposed to seek out. "Don't look at me. Normally you all take the lead on these things and constantly interrupt me. This is not at all why I am here." Spoken the thing rushes clean past her, between her and Raidou. The boy would look at her with a judgmental blink of his eyes, as if disbelief how little she was willing to contribute. "Just because you don't have to chase me around doesn't mean I am here to assist you. Trials and tribulations are not as such without difficulty. Chop Chop~" The woman goads with a sli

The undisturbed lake glared back at her, as the sun hit the surface. It shined in the most brilliant of lights as the water sways harmlessly under the softest of breeze. Within mere moments the water stirs and the woman meanders out to the edge of the dock. Recalling the event and the starfield above, during a dimly lit night and the events that followed. Time had moved forward and seemed to pass it by, and the floor itself seemed to have forgotten what had come before. The hole was gone, the sky still that bright shade of blue. A cloud here or there, but a perfect day. Yet a single object see

Standard Recovery +4 EN Just beyond where the group was ripping away at the droves of hostiles that broke up the path, it would seem they were just as desperate as they were prior. The consistency was admirable yet it showed that their bindings were broken, they were free to choose a path and foster her own and yet they chose to blind that path in her footsteps. Those players still had a lot to learn, some things to not learn, and a lot of time to nurture those lessons. Which was the fact that made their constant pursuit that much more problematic. Instead of focusing their efforts toward

The woman would just seem to stand there, watching in her resolute silence. As if this were a movie or some sort of play, eagerly anticipating the next moment yet her blank expression minus the smile would not elude to much. It was a curious thing, these players and their drastic attempts to thwart or interrupt her at every turn. Despite them being told not to, despite the fact they were warned the cost of digging away at questions best left unsolved. Another flash of silver affirms her intentions and it was as if the beast reciprocated that intention. But really this was a trial and tribulati

It would seem right on queue, the players had helped themselves into the encounter. As expected they were quick to rush into combat, the white haired woman staring them down moments before the dragon had taken to its respective perch. After all, this was the creatures chosen nest and they had all foolishly rushed into it. It would also appear that they were already giving it hell to pay for its existence. "Clever." the woman goads with the Dragon between her and the rest of their respective party. A flash of silver on her eyes mirrors the purple surge that was blinking above the creatures eyes

Through the chasms of blackened walls, the maze to which the shrines of light dwelled. The pinnacle of a feminine form, a statue adorned with wings and a singular two handed sword clasped within its clutches. Inverted like a cross, the statue leans upon it. It was as if it was in a deep slumber, and Morrighan was no stranger to these apparatus. Yet her escapades had let her elsewhere today. Within the heat, a creature proved to be retching sharp outcries into the looming skies. As if a portrayal of its ire to any that would cross into its domain. Despite this, the woman saunters beyond the gat

Walking the length of the altar, the woman slides her hand across the rough top. "Do you know what this is?" Morrighan remarks as Raidou moves to greet her. Looking to the boy as she rounds the backside of it. His adamant demeanor and lack of response portrait his intentions yet she still would continue. "This, is a very special place that shouldn't exist... Out of induced protections yet I have broken in." The woman presses her hands into the top, causing them to disappear into the top as if it were a basin of water. Yet it was clearly stone. "Within the chasm where Tuatha De Danaan once lied

The woman seems to simply slip into the room out of god knows where, as if she just appeared from a dark corner. "My My, awfully persistent today it would seem." Her words easily echo over the pungent sounds of conflict as the party was harrowing the creatures to which they knew nothing about. Hidden within the walls they struck against their foes without a slightest idea to their origin or reason for being. As they struck back against their aggressors and bits and pieces were flung about the chamber, colored lights screaming off and sliding right past her. She simply strolls through the confl

*Optimal Turn Order reorder Coming up with a singular black feather, she hold it aloft. Her inquiry having finally offered her that which what she sought. The smallest of items, and insignificant to most but to her they were very important. A flash of white light sees it vanish away, and she tilts and stands up. Tapping her knees, she checks the pulse of the current group and questions further involvement. After all, they'd lasted this long. Silently each participant measured and analyzed, and she stop on each. Like a gardener those seeds were bearing fruit, and as the proprietor she coul

*Optimal Order Change What a curious turn of events, it would start to appear that they were actually turning the tide despite any influence. Perhaps she'd underestimated just how strong their resolves truly were, that willpower really proved itself to be an uncountable variable to which even she could not fully fathom. But that shouldn't surprise her given her own history that was still piecing itself back together. But it seemed as though their attentions were still exactly where she needed them to be. On the slime king and not hers. Across the room she saunters to another of the nearby

*Optimal turn order change Well they were managing, which despite there issues it seemed as though their resolve was to continue. Morrighan approved but not audibly. Since they now understood the gravity of the landmine they had stepped on, she was now free to continue her own reason for being down here. Despite the interruption that she was trying to deter. To the pile on her right, she begins to rake her foot through it once again and each piece she shuffles is grabbed by the wind and sucked away. Her hair still aloft and flapping around angrily. Eventually she'd spot her inquiry, such

*Optimal Turn Order Change* It was clear that they were trying to follow her advice yet probably not consciously. It was perhaps due to that vibe she was sensing? Was it inspiration? or desperation? Whatever it was providing them some benefit. But for how long? The woman starts to scan them all, as if expectant and slightly disappointed in the show they were providing. "Still this restricted? This controlled? Like rats in a cage, you scurry around your little maze eagerly seeking out bits of cheese and promises of success. Yet your still coming up empty, and the walls of your maze remain

*Optimal Turn Order* It would seem that the group of players were now on some sort of damage control, trying to stave off the coming tide of exhaustion. Morrighan clicks her tongue, finding the fact a little discouraging to say the least. "I would have thought by now some of you would have been able to overcome such weakness. Your foe is stronger then your used to? Perhaps this battle is one you cannot succeed?" She'd pressure them further, trying to push them past their self induced limits while also stressing the cardinal's hold upon them. "Come now, not every battle will be simple. Wal

As a white light fills the room, the woman doesn't avert her eyes or seem bothered by the sudden flash at all. Her hair flows in sequence with the sudden detonation, being held aloft with the force and flapping angrily in it. As Gaius lands and the slime king's body divides and begins to take a smaller pair of shapes the woman beckons to the room toward the man. "Very good, it seems that encouragement really cemented your capabilities. I am sure that Freya and Arthur would be mighty proud. But their pride would dwarf my own, bearer of the winds of change." A small and coy grin plastered on her

Combat ended for a moment, all new combat recharges occur (Rhino's Horn) Morrighan looks on toward the players who seemed to be honing in on her again. It would appear that old lessons were still yet learned, she did not convey that it was time to talk. But as the sounds of expectation began to play out in the dark, there attentions would shift to seek out the source. A tilt of her head back as they twist and move into battle ready positions, it was clear that they were now taking this somewhat seriously. This allows her the opportunity to return to her pile and seek out her intended targ

The woman to which the party originally sought out seems to linger toward a back corner, the star still held in her hand as she seemed to be scanning. It would be clear she was looking for something, but whatever that may be wouldn't be readily obvious to most, including her. "Oh, dear it seems there are more." The woman quips as the group started to stare her down, the ample distraction coming in right on queue. A foot slides through a pile of bones causing them to shift apart and reveal all manner of coins and odd scraps of metal. Certainly that had found themselves down from the drain overh

With a near joyous response, the white haired woman would look to them all as if in expectation. This included Kasumi, to which she thought she was beyond that vision and yet the woman seems to lock eyes with her as if she wasn't hiding from anyone. "Now that your all here. I believe some of you." She'd look to Raidou directly. "Know what to expect." She'd twist to look at one of the lingering pools of slime which would start to bubble. "If you wish any inquiry then perhaps you handle these malformation fomorian entities, twisted by the eyes and rules of a set of clipped wings." The most pecul

The soft patters of puddles project a player who was permeating these pathetic pools. In each lingered the thickened syrup that showed that a fetid creature spread its influence in mass like a plague. In corners and piles lay a pile of bones to and from, that would play the part of armor in the coming conflict. Heeled black thigh highs kept out the moisture but brought about the question of why such an interesting choice in attire? The answer, well that could not be readily obtained. Nor could their reasons for deep diving within this sulfur pit stench of envious muck. Instead those answers wo