Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254856, CD: 5 (No Proc) The deer begins to pick itself off the ground, having already sustained multiple attacks from the group. This causes Celeste to smile, finding its durability to be a welcome sight. "Tough little bastard aren't you?" The woman barks as the thing stamps one of its hooves and starts to tip tap a quick walk toward the nearest foe. "Oh no you don't." She yelps as she gives hot pursuit. Rushing in behind it, the woman wraps both arms around its waist as she releases her weapon. Locking her left wrist in her right hand, she rips up the

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254835, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Keeping in the shadow of her group, the aura between them really conveyed that they were itching for a fight. That more then suited Celeste, who had been looking for a way to blow off some steam without any diplomatic strings attached. As foes begin to bound around, and attacks started to populate the field in all manner of different explosive hues it signified that things had begun. A raise of her right arm and her hand sprang open, a vortex of swirling azure flame manifests her armiger in her palm. A twist of her body as its hois

The fiery temper held beneath a weave of red hair meanders into the vault dropping of a couple sacks of ill gotten coin, as well as some of flower and a keg of mead. All things claimed from the Ladonian empire that her crew didn't need any extra of. Last thing she needed was an excuse for her sailors to become more drunk and belligerent. A whistle as she caught the newly forming smattering of players forming up in the vault. "What's the beef?" she quips toward the group scanning their expressions before her eyes set on the little care packages they were making. "Got it, sure why not?" Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254470, CD: 12 (+8 EN) The entire team was doing a number on this dude, the one time he tried to attack he got punished for it. This bandit was done for, he was on his last limb. Hacking down on him, beat him while he was still down and was trying to get back up. That brute force of impact just added to that factor. She heard something about floor 24 and floor boss but not much more. Her ears were ringing from all the raging build up from the previous attack. Watching Rai walk the other way, it looked like he deemed this fight to be done and over with.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254455, CD: 1 (No Proc) Moving around every corner, watching every street across the way for someone that did not belong in this town. Down the street she could hear a scream, seconds later a figure in a black leather attire would run past with an apple being thrown their way. Rushing down the street as fast as she could, sliding on the ground at the four way intersection. Turning she would see a group of bandits holding up one of the elves that lived here. Anger builds in her veins as suddenly she was right there in the thick of it. Carving her cleaver

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254440, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Running down the street, Kasumi had gotten to them first and put them down for the count. Seeing a few burst in the distance with the likes of Simmone making smirking comments toward them. Rage fills her cheek as flames fuel her heated blood. She would keep running and blink, suddenly she was right there with the crowd “SHIT’ calling out as she had to stop herself from sliding into a building. Pulling that huge blade up into the air, striking down. She could see the fear in their eyes before each impact was made to end their life.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254308, CD: 12 (+8 EN) Catching the ass end of what almost sounds like an explosion, the message received so loudly the woman bordered deafness with a ringing in her ears. "Bout time things took an interesting turn!" Celeste shrieked cleaving a few of the dudes in half with a single but brutal wide horizontal stroke. At the midsection they are clipped, and pieces of them bounce limply in meat shrapnel across the cobbled stone pathways. The notable grayish purple skin seems to denote dark elves, and yet the woman isn't one for such insights. All that mat

A whistle with a flash of the guild warp pad, the woman pops into view to glance back at a pair of boys that seem to lock eyes with her. "What?" The woman returns with a sharp abrasive twist. It wasn't that abnormal for her to show up but yet she's always met with some semblance of shock. As if she wasn't playing glorified stock room organizer when the twins weren't strong enough to lift shit every once in a blue moon. Stepping down from the platform, her shoes clicking on the hardwood floors she'd eye the smiths little bin and Raidou's cloth pillow looking thing. "Huh, delivery day already?"

Clapping her hands together producing clouds of dust, the red head huffs upward to blow a strand of her bangs out of her eyes. "I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Welcome to the club." Waving her hand in front of her face to clear the smell and help save her senses. "It work don't it, or rather will. Probably." Celeste remarks with a shrug, lifting an end table over her head finding the company made this a little less obnoxious. "If you got any other ideas..." she expresses as she heaves the next piece of furniture over the wall, that slams into the grass and explodes into wooden shrapnel leav

The airship loomed in a large drawn shadow that took a fair portion of the sky with it. Despite the floor not having much in the way of daylight, what little it held was cut away by the wooden underbelly of a very old merchant vessel turned guerilla wartime vehicle. The NPC would work to man its helm and keep it aloft, while the red head would seek out one of the many side reels. A wench of chains, grasped in her right hand as she'd glance over the side. Wrapped around her wrist, the woman tosses her legs over the side and enters a freefall with tether. The thing offers some resistance to slow

Standard Recovery +2 EN, Recovery | ID: 252477, CD: 3 (No Proc) With Gaius now up in the air, Celeste rampages in without a second of pause or care. The team was fighting what seemed like an endless battle and yet the woman couldn't be more in her element, her energy was low but she found this constant power struggle to be energizing and exciting. It was a far cry from ship navigation or low end diplomacy. Celeste always felt more alive at a battlefield, dealing with problems head on and directly without having to wait days to see results. A spark of azure flames breathing on her armiger,

Standard Recovery +2 EN, Recovery | 252459, CD: 2 (No Proc) Celeste's eyes darted to each creature that came up from the ashes. In an instant they were like annoying red fireflies. With ease each swing and cleave through the air causing one after another to burst into nothing. The remaining one seemed to be trying to make an escape for their life. She started to run toward it but again in a blink of an eye she was right next to it as it eats shit from her blade. Glancing back the silhouette took a blue form as a trail of blue flames trail front it to here. Shaking her head, she was still

Standard Recovery +2 EN, Recovery | 252414, CD: 3 (No Proc), Crystal of Divine Light Fades The creature in front of her explodes into ice chunks causing Celeste to cover her face as to not be the target of collateral damage. When she brings her head back up the environment has shifted slightly from what it was just five seconds prior. That was when she heard Raidou call out, right after an explosion from behind her followed by shrieking of several new enemies that made her angrily turn to get a view of them. Right then she would begin to run toward them as they were a few yards away

With her temperament already nursed to a roaring flame through argument with the cold one, Celeste's cleaver rips to life in azure flames in a coalescing vortex. The hefty sword forms in her right hand, her left claiming the space above it and her hands tighten. Tight enough that her knuckles go white. Her body starts to move but then a sputter of that same color sets her shoulders in kindle, her eyes flare in a rich light blue. Her frame transitions to a incorporeal blue trail, a hollow glass like copy left behind in the space she left. A strand of azure drawing her in the air in a blink, as

Wearing a sour expression plastered across her face, the woman hadn't had a breather in some time. The heat of war still licked at her heels, and the stress of such affairs had left her tightly wound and looking for an outlet. Her thoughts brought her to the guild hall, something simple her desire. Within the halls she'd find all manner of players still walking too and from various doors and rooms. A limp glance toward the table, shuffling papers around and picking one at random. Eyes trace the outlined information confirming the targets weakness and a deeper dive into nuance. Nothing that rea

► Bloodlust Custom Skill Passive Effect: +15% Max HP User can no longer benefit from any sources of mitigation The user no longer generates hatred from any source {Skills/Attacks/Enhancements}. The user no longer applies [Burn] from weapon enhancements within activation range. Attacking now activates/refreshes the [Bloodlust] buff {Does not stack} which does the following: Reduce incoming final damage -50%, Attacks that would apply [Burn] from your equipped enhancements instead activate ‘Flames of the Father’ dealing an additional (2

A smoldering airship careens off to one side. Burning engines burst and fill the airspace with smoke, as fires rage across its top and the metal glows bright orange in superheated weakness. Celeste stands stalwart at the edge of the Blood Raven, looking over the side with her hands pressed into the railing of her own ship. Aboard its surface lay all manner of crates and barrels, sacks of coin and flour in a ripe pile. Deckhands rush back and forth, slowly shrinking that pile as its buried into the ships cargo hold. A pounding of blue light streaks fast causing the woman's hair to flutter in an

*Totally not stealing this just to move the Assist template forward to the next page Down the chain of her own airship finding the usage of the air space a rather interesting development, given getting hers between floors was a damn nightmare that took weeks of active development. It wasn't that unorthodox to assume that another player could in fact reach the same capability, moreover given that a fair portion of the designs were charted by NPC deckhands it wouldn't be that obtuse to assume that the conclusions were reached nearly the exact same way. The one off invitation did throw her f

Given to @Jomei Gungir's Shard [247758]

Purchased | Gungir's Shard [247758] | [10 Mon] Caches and expends a craftable consumable. The item to be cached must be submitted to a player's evaluation thread. Once confirmed, players may use the item to provide a buff to their characters once per thread. Other players can be affected by this item’s effects (eg. feasts, mass healing crystals), but the item cannot be used in combat. This item is tradable until an item has been evaluated on it, and a character can never own more then 1 evaluated Gungir's Shard at a given time. This item can be reset by paying 100,000 col to have it rese

Picking up a handful of crates, she would move them to the shifting area. She had to help with the grunt work, Lium still had yet to find replacements for the six jack offs that decided that it was a great idea to back talk to Lium while she was gone. It resulted in his throwing them off the ship. Setting the containers down and heaving a large back of something. “God this is heavy, what the hell is in this?” saying as she peaks into it. A bag of apples, a huge fucking bag of apples. “NOBODY.” screaming for the guy that literally does nothing on the ship. You see a head pop out of a barrel wit

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246664, CD: 5 (No proc) That striking red head comes roaring through and aims for center mass, narrowly avoiding an actual tear and space time that just forms on her flank. "Holy shit dude." She barks at Freyd quickly checking her body to make sure she still had all her limbs, and all her fingers. Her momentum broken, she turns and finds nothing more then a waiting fist that decks her one, sending her rolling and that heavy weapon of hers slamming point first into the stone. The massive hand pinning her prone, she has her hands clutched tightly to its i

6/27/25 Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245547, CD: 10 (+8 EN) The tiny flags flapping around angrily as a siren started to fill the large empty chamber. The little flounders sporting firearms start to unload in their direction causing the players to scatter. Celeste barrels for a collapsed column, pressing her back into it as she knelt low. The moment she had the moment to channel her strength, she'd wait for them to close in. Counting the seconds, she'd wait for the sound appear nearby. Up and over in one fluid motion, she dumps th

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) The redhead was still on an unnecessary high, pushed into a semblance of high tension as she'd quickly advance her gaze across the place looking for anymore of those little bastards. She was more than familiar with this quest objective by now, and by the beach guardian's little ploy to allow its smaller versions to rush off like the small hand spiders in legend of zelda. They'd look out a log or a stone and start nursing themselves back into a massive crab again, which is why