Celeste

Without warning that woman from a few days ago just seems to pop up out of the woodwork. Straight in from the trees, waltzing in as if she owned the place. Before Celeste could even fully brandish her weapon, her vision is gestured to seeing some large creature rising up out of the beach. "Oh for fucks..." The woman allows the words to escape her, but the venting works to clarify her irritation. Cleaver manifests as her inventory slams shut, locking eyes with the woman as she'd start to walk toward the crab. Horizon on her right, as the music begins to play. Celeste's weapon sparks with flames

Starting Stealth Roll: 226496, LD 4 + 3 = Failure! A day away from the dark and decrepit sewers. As much as the resistance effort was important, when invited to just get away the woman couldn't help but escape for the day. Which begged the question as to why she was invited at all? Her efforts and the guilds hardly aligned and yet, the prompt popped despite the fact. Wearing a simple galtean wrap in shorter sleeves and pants, basically wearing something akin to a tank top and shorts. She'd add a couple things to the blanket, eying the shore as a way to avoid the elephant in the room. The

Standard Recovery +4 EN Grasping the Cardinal in Red, Celeste looks to Sam "Just got to put your back into it I guess." The woman clearly doesn't know her own strength, but given she threw a 30 ft marble statue through the side of a building it would have dawned on her by now. With one arm, the woman tears back and a good chunk of the floor is torn out with it leaving a 2 ft diameter hole in the upper floor. It goes up over her right shoulder and she proceeds to heave it on the north side of the room, catching a small pack of monkeys in the crossfire and catapulting them through the back

Standard Recovery +4 EN "Yeah yeah I see it." She offers in an irritated tone, getting ready to pounce. A twist of her frame sees her suddenly teleport into the air, a blue colored incorporeal streak which seems to happen at completely fucking random. The fact catches her entirely off guard and causes the woman to flip out. A detonation of this rich dark blue flames explode out from her during the strike, as she reforms from a nearly transparent glass like appearance. "The Fuck is that!?" Celeste barks trying to understand why or what the fuck keeps on randomly happening to her. "I just w

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste manages out one final swing before her lungs seem to collapse, the flames on her weapon threatening to go out. "Shit...." She barks out pushing her left hand into her knee, trying to force herself to stand through willpower alone. But the strength just wasn't there. What was worse was it seemed no matter how many they were putting down, more of these creatures just seemed to show. Despite them cutting them down number by number, it seemed they were actually gaining numbers. What started as a trickle seemed like an endless writhing mas

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Caught off guard by the sudden jerk, Celeste cant help but pause. Looking down to her hand, she'd notice it solid yet she could swear for an instant there she was nearly see through. Her eyes quickly dart to scan her proximity and voidlings rushing away to attempt to put themselves out in a panic. Did, Did I do that? the thought races through her noggin, trying to rationalize the fact she'd just bent space time and warped to her cleaver. This causes her to move her attention to the weapon, which was still forming from the explosion. It appear

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste becomes outraged, and on her shoulders proved exactly her intentions. Smoldering is a rich blue heat that mirrored the king to which she replaced, a throne that she'd yet to fully claim. It was wild and untamed, and yet seemed to stick fast to her in an intensity that was hardly matched. Eyes flare up in a stark contrast to her usual, as if torches became her eyes in that same hue. "GET BACK...HERE!" The woman screamed out to the void as more of these denizens rushed them all down like a tide of black. Her shape suddenly started to fl

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste about faces and quickly scampers after the white haired woman from earlier that day, as she jumps in some sort of portable hole. "The fuck!?" the galtean queen barks as she tumbles into the tear, immediately assailed by some sort of incorporeal creatures contained within. Her weapon flashes and flares in blue "Get the FUCK out of my WAY!" She shrieks as she tears that cleaver into existence sending a wave of cobalt blue flames out in an echo. The creatures scream in agony as they catch aflame and try to escape the blast. They smolder

Standard Recovery +4 EN As a bunch of rampaging squawking played out through the windows, Celeste starts cleaving apart those that made it through. Bits of feathers spray out as flames cause them to burn up while adrift like snow. "Not really my shtick. I hate it when they run. To each their own I guess. I guess I've spent way too many times chasing cowardly Ladonian soldiers through ships." The woman offers to Sam as she stood shoulder to shoulder, waves of stupid continuing to spray out of every available hole in the wall like a fountain. "Guess the chick was super fucking busy." Celest

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Hearing all the sounds above, Celeste can hear what sounds like muffled speech and explosions. "Ya'll ok up there?" The woman yells out, and she pauses waiting for some sort of response. It sounded like a obtuse marital dispute. Her head pivots as she tries to rationalize that prior thought. Were Simmone and Raidou a thing? Searching her thoughts as she'd stare at the ground, clearly tired her mind began to wander. Trying to recall memories or any mention of such a thing. Wait there was that blonde? Wasn't that it? Another bang above snaps he

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste wraps her vision around the chamber, kicking over bookcases and tables that were still smoldering. Slips of burned paper continued to rain down from above like snow, albeit blackened and still glowing in a soft orange. It would be here that she spots Raidou rush into the tower, not quite understanding his reasoning for ignoring the bottom floor as he was. The woman would continue to upheave furniture and whatever she could to confirm that was the last of their resistance. If anything she was thorough. "Where's the fire?" The woman wou

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Joining forces with Raidou and Simmone once again, given the troubling morning earlier. Seems the witch that the others enjoyed swatting as a chore was building up her forces again. The woman had never really accompanied them on this escapade before, but it would hardly be anywhere as difficult as she'd dealt with on the regular. A heeled boot shatters a wooden door, sending the thing catapulting across the base of the tower. A surprising amount of force with such a simple gesture, the thing goes clean through a bookshelf and glassware rains

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP "No sweat." Celeste quips clutching her side where the wireframe is showing, as it slowly starts to crawl itself back together. She'd stare off to the woman before her gaze catches Raidou and pays him a nod. Turning her head abruptly sees her skull slam into the creatures, just behind the horn and causes it to wobble. "Fuck you dude!" the blood raven barks as she tilts back and rips the blade in a wide upper arc. The blade tears in clean leaving a singular trail of cobalt blue flames, Celeste releasing the handle with one hand and using it to

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste pivots as Piasuhon rushes past her in an attempt on her life. That cleaver in her grasp glows a hot orange and she manages to cold clock it hard in the right side. It carves clean this bright red gash as it tears into its wireframe. This causes it to veer off and continue off into the stands, slamming into the stone with a satisfying thud. The weapon carries downward dragging dust in the wake, as the light fades. "The fuck you think your going numb nuts." Her gaze falls on Raidou who seemed to be stuck on stupid. "Hey, the fuck is wrong with you. Nows not t

Out past Raidou who seems distracted by the noob. Which was to be expected given the woman was just out here in the middle of a battlefield basically butt ass naked. Celeste rushes in and with every step she seems to glow hotter, cobalt blue flames seeming to scorch the ground and trail behind her in a roar. "Kneel to the strength of Owraron's Might, take heed and falter beneath the power of our ancestors." Celeste drones in a fashion and tongue not her own, as a male voice rings out in tandem with her own. What follows is a singular swipe that casts a massive blanket. The tsunami of cobalt bl

Sitting idle in one of the lower depths, just bullshitting with Raidou and Simmone as they'd wait for their turn. Sat on a bench, her head propped on her right arm. She watches Raidou pop up abruptly as if he'd notice something, and the look on his face was one of shock. "What? Some noobie..." The joke falls flat, as her eyes gaze at what he was seeing. "Someone you know?" Although she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew this chick too. Like a strong sense of dejavu. "Wait, where the fucks her weapon? Armor? Anything?" Celeste started to take in the gravity of the situation as she'd turn

+4 EN (Standard) As Celeste bounds up the stairs, she was ripe and ready to smash. Door ripped open by the blonde, the path was ready and clear. Right through the chamber the chick gets cold clocked and ends up ass over tea kettle, right over a table and ending up doing a flip as papers rain down from the rafters. "Sup bitch." Celeste barks with a sharp smile, flames beginning to dance down the length of the cleaver. There was a strange contrast as the red head stood next to Eruda, her flames being eerily similar yet the hue slightly different. Celeste's were of a much darker blue, wherea

A singular cataclysmic blow from above, like a meteorite it washes the place in cobalt blue flames. The echoes of power that scorched the walls and seared stone, mimicked that of the Fallen King in an elegant display of pure unbridled regality. "Take solace.." The woman spoke in a tongue to which most would not hear before their own untimely demise, echoing with the sound of male voice under her own. "The flames of Owraron burn bright and without mercy, and your failings will not be judged as failure." The reaver, her manifested cleaver flickers from a translucent appearance and seems to gathe

+4 EN (Standard Recovery) The sharp and jarring attack from Raidou catches her off guard, it was akin to someone tossing something past your face. It addles her for a moment, as it starts to sink in what the hell just blew past her. "Must be a tiny sword thing." Celeste quipped as she kept trying to keep pace, yet she never really could with all these smaller blade wielders. The problems of a massive sword was that you just couldn't work at those sorts of speeds. As Celeste finally seems to close the gap, albeit at a relatively fast pace just not to that caliber. She makes a singular down

+4 EN (Standard Recovery) Following up in a never-ending source of pressure, as soon as the prior attack is made. Celeste drops the cleaver into Piasuhon's back, taking a prime hunk of meat from the spot the armor is exposed. It leaves this large finned gash in the beasts back. This exposes the interior of the creatures wireframe to the air. It reals hard, pulling itself clean of the blood ravens weapon. "Sure, I'm game. Still got some time before I got to go back to the sewers." the woman thought and responded in equal time, mind somewhat captured by airship routes and the stations of he

+4 EN (Standard Recovery) Celeste with that weighty weapon of hers was struggling to keep up with the damn thing. "I'm trying but uh... Can't you hold it down or something. Damn wily pile of a sack of fuckin..." Her thoughts just trail into a odd chain of gibberish. The woman continues to scamper as close as she can but all she manages to cleave with that weighty blade of hers is air. This was the reason why lone fighting was actually easier. But she was hoping to curb and steal some methods of direction and teamwork from her guild associates, to take back to the troops of Galtean resista

As soon as the gate rises, the hulking mass rushes out in a trail of dust. Celeste blinds in at a breakneck speed and slams that massive cleaver of hers toward the cloud. A satisfying connection proves she hits something, as her HUD portrays a health bar to her. "Hell yeah!" The girl barks as she carries through, creating this trail of red light that sputters in a rich blue flame. Damage out and pain dealt the rhino continues its charge. Celeste hefts the weapon over her right shoulder by slamming her boot against the back end and it halts with a metallic clink. "Looks its on you all, which is

*Starts on Floor 24: The Arena* Sauntering through the large racketing gates, Celeste had already up to this point tore through the competition. A necessary blowing off of steam, as the brutal rebellion burned ever onward. The woman raises her hands toward the crowd and with it screams of jubilant excitement for the coming bloodbath. "How's everyone feeling!~" The woman boasts toward her fanbase, to which a scattering of col and roses find themselves flying from the stands in response. "I hope you don't mind, bringing along some companions. Mainly to put on a good show. See true soldiers

Paragon (5/10): Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting

Right on cue, the beast of a woman offers another broad stroke of her cleaver like great sword. It blindsides an awaiting mess of liquid and proceeds to scatter its bits all across the open room. The creature is forced through the slots of a metal ceiling panel so graciously provided by a stomped foot. What flies out of the opposing side looks something akin to molding string cheese. "Ugh. You got that right." Celeste goads weighing her own attire and finding not only ichorous patches of soup stuck to her, but small burn holes from acid blood and the like. Her outfit was holding in there