Astreya

Astreya could have just left and buzzed off while Vigilon was working, but instead she had decided to stick around and watch. She had chosen the Performer discipline, and so she was quite curious how some of the others worked. And so as she watched the man work, she couldn't help but to be impressed (even with the enormous explosion that had erupted from the forge, prompting him to have to clean it). Of course, she had ducked out for some food but had mostly just stuck around and chatted when he was free to chat, and keeping to herself when he needed to focus until the two were done. A

Astreya gave a small breath as she spun on her heel, the armored boot digging into the grassy terrain of the first floor. The woman didn't feel much fear here, not anymore. She had at one point when she first started her path to getting to where she was now, but steadily, through grit, determination and a lot of help from other people (and the beginner quest line!) she had managed to get to where she sat now. All the same, that didn't mean that the first floor was devoid of danger, and the young woman often spent a lot of time here on the first floor anyway when she wasn't adventuring.

"That'll be 300 Col." Astreya shifted the money over to the fellow, making sure to tip some extra on top of it. It was the holidays, after all! You couldn't just expect to get through only doing the bare minimum. Astreya had always enjoyed the holidays, but admittedly in the time she'd been here, with the one person she really knew not...making it through, she'd gotten a little despondent, as of late. But she had made a few new friends and was looking to see about celebrating the holidays! And so she had gotten a cake and a few pies. For herself, of course! She wasn't going to

3933 Words / 30 = 131 131 * 5 * 3 (T3) = 1965 XP Quest Reward: 300 XP Total: 2265 XP Link to Textdump Forager XP: +39 (130/149) Misses / Success / Criticals: 7 / 2 / 1 7 Misses: +21 XP 2 Success: +10 XP 1 Critical: +8 XP Col: 5188 Total 400 Col (1 Page) #202837 - 756 Col +504 Col (Hunting Familiar) #202841 - 756 Col + 504 Col + 504 Col + 252 Col (Hunting Familiar) #202851 - 756 Col + 504 Col + 252 Col (Hunting Familiar) Materials: 8 Total #202851 - 2 Materials (Hunting Familiar) #202840 - 1 Material 5 Materials (Quest Reward) Items: #2028

Hunting Familiar Roll: #202851 CD: 7 (2 Materials) LD: 6 (504 Col) 756 Col Rare T3 Trinket 252 Col [Cooldown: 0/5] ---------------------- The frost vulture came fluttering back a few moments later with yet another sack which appeared to be laden with Col. She smirked slightly as the bird came back, dropping it off in front of her and she couldn't help but to smile as she looked over the contents. Yet another accessory. Maybe if she was lucky some of these might be able to be pretty good things for her to have or to sell. She knew that eventually she'd be replacing her acc

Foraging Roll: #202850 CD: 12 LD: 5 (Failure! +3 Forager XP!) Hunting Familiar Cooldown 5/5 (ready!) --------------- What she was able to find, apparently, was not very much. The woman had wandered around near the town- not because she was afraid of going farther necessarily, but mostly just because when she was done she wanted to get back to the town and find a place to setup a shop. She didn't know if she'd continue hanging out on the First Floor not. She had kind of liked the beauty that was hidden in the Sixteenth Floor, but she also didn't really want to have to deal with

Foraging Roll: #202848 CD: 1 LD: 7 (Failure! 3 Foraging EXP Gained!) Hunting Familiar Cooldown 4/5 ----------- The woman gave a cheerful wave to Landon before exiting the shop, noting the fact that her character sheet now showed that she had the Performer profession on it. That meant she'd be able to try and do some of these little song crystals, although making that one in the shop had taken forever... she didn't know how long it may take her to try and do some more of them. But if she could get some cool ones made, maybe they could help on the Front Lines? That thought

"You just created a physical vessel containing your voice which by my reckoning is at the octave to restore some health to whoever uses it," the man began, glancing at her, and he couldn't help a small smirk on his features. "And all you're gonna say is that's it? Like it ain't some sorta powerful show of weaving magic and your voice into something cool as heck?" The girl blinked at the sudden admonishment from the NPC and gave a small laugh as she smiled back at the white-haired fellow. "Okay, okay, I get it. It is really cool. I just didn't really, like, think of this as a way to m

3 Failed Rolls: 202842, 202843, 202844 Crafting Roll (T1 HP Recovery): #202845 CD: 10 (Success, Uncommon) LD: 17 (No Bonus) --- "I'm ready to learn to sing or, like, whatever!" the girl called, and as she came inside, there was a silence that pervaded the building. She was about to speak again, wondering wherever Landon had gone, before a powerful guitar riff practically shook the building as the fellow stepped out from behind a door, looking wild beyond compare. Not that he didn't look cool, but Astreya was far more interested in the fact that he seemed eager to teach.

She pushed the negative thoughts from her mind as she made her way back toward the Town of Beginnings. She'd need to make sure she got this handled properly, and get her Profession so she could start to work on leveling it up, too. She didn't know just how much it would help, but she would keep it going as long as it needed to be. Surely someone would need a Performer styled set of items, right? Right? She nodded to herself, affirming that as she made her way back into town, and as she did so, she found herself drawn to the fountain and she was tempted to stop here just to relax. But

Hunting Familiar Roll: #202841 CD: 6 (504 Col) LD: 8 (504 Col) 756 Col Rare T3 Trinket 252 Col [Cooldown: 0/5] --------------- She sighed as she watched the Frost Vulture fly off, the smile fading from her features for a moment as she looked on, feeling the weight of her decisions across her shoulders. She wanted to do more, to help more, to make sure that people were able to get out of here. But it seemed that for every step forward she took, another weight was added to the growing mantle on her shoulders. Those who stood on the Front Lines seemed almost larger than life to

Foraging Roll: #202864 LD: 9 Hunting Familiar Cooldown 4/5 --------------------- She paused slightly as she moved the items to her inventory, before her gaze flickered over the environment around her, wondering if she was going to keep using this place as her base of operations or not. There was something decidedly familiar about it, given that she had spent a lot of time here... but with the fact that the Front Lines were constantly pushing forward, she wanted to be able to be there alongside them, and hiding out here wasn't the best way to do that. The teleporters allowed

Astreya's gaze out into the distance was clear and unclouded as she looked out beyond. Of course, she wasn't really looking at anything- she was just reliving things inside her mind for several long moments, not able to really escape from the cyclical darkness that came whenever she was reminded of Zack. It had been a long time, and she was, admittedly, a lot less sore about it than she'd been when it had first happened... but that didn't mean the wounds had fully healed. They were still there- she'd just gotten used to their pain. All the same, when she had heard the two speak within,

Foraging Roll: #202840 CD: 5 LD: 16 (Success! +1 Material!) Hunting Familiar Cooldown 3/5 --------------------- Thankfully, it seemed like her little self pep-talk had done the trick. It hadn't been too long after it that she'd noticed a set of Material that she could harvest, and in doing so, she had actually gotten a bonus one off of it, leading to her grinning like a cat. "All right! Five gotten. Now it's time to see what Landon can teach me," she murmured, pausing slightly as she wondered briefly if she actually wanted to go through with this. Then again, as

Foraging Roll: #202839 CD: 3 LD: 8 (Failure! +3 Foraging XP) Hunting Familiar Cooldown 2/5 --------------------- She shifted, looking around with slight annoyance as she breathed out a small sigh. This reminded her of one of her first quests, and she couldn't help but to reminisce a little, even if left her feeling somewhat annoyed at just how long that quest had taken, back then. She hadn't exactly been used to Foraging or Gathering or whatever it was and she had struggled to find anything at all, which at the time had been infuriating. "C'mon now, Streya. It can't b

Foraging Roll: #202838 CD: 8 LD: 8 (Failure! +3 Foraging XP) --------------------- She picked up the things that Frosty had brought back, looking them over for a moment before she nodded to herself, placing them into her inventory before glancing around. Thankfully, none of the monsters here were really of any threat to her. That meant that things would be relatively easy for her to handle if needed, but more than likely, they'd all just keep their distance away from her. She remembered when she'd first been here on this floor and found that things had been more than a little t

Foraging Roll: #202836 CD: 4 (no Bonus) LD: 18 (Success! +1 Material +5 Foraging XP) Hunting Familiar Roll: #202837 CD: 2 (504 Col) LD: 9 (2 Materials) 756 Col Uncommon T3 Consumable [Cooldown: 0/5] ----------- While she was roaming around outside the gates, the woman lifted an arm, and allowed her bird to fly up and out of the area. She knew that Frosty would want to stretch her wings... but beyond that, she was also aware of the fact that the bird had a nose for treasure. The Frost Vulture had been exceedingly good at finding things more than once, and Astrey

Foraging Roll: #202866 CD: 7 LD: 3 (Failure! +3 Foraging XP) --- But it seemed that she had, despite the progress she'd made, come back to this town yet again in order to find something she didn't even know she needed. This Profession would surely help her to get further along in the game, and put her at a point where she could help people further. She had no idea if the Performer role was something that anyone wanted, let alone needed, but judging from the fact that it wasn't something she often saw, she imagined that it was kind of a niche thing. Something that was only occasi

Foraging Roll: #202867 CD: 3 LD: 6 (Failure! +3 Foraging XP) --- That was what had happened to her boyfriend when they had gotten trapped in here. He had gotten her some very defensive armor to ensure that she would survive and had offered to try and teach her the ropes. It had been during one of these encounters that the young man had been killed, leaving her without any one to guide her for a very, very long time. That had left her feeling alone (far more alone than she'd ever felt) as there was no one she knew here, and no way to find her place in this world. It was only rec

Despite the fact that Astreya would call Krysta 'friend' in a heartbeat, there was still a divide between them, of course. Not anything negative, but simply a lack of familiarity. The ice maiden had only just met Krysta a short time ago, and whatever weighed heavily upon her shoulders, Astreya didn't yet know... although perhaps neither did Vigilon, judging based on how he was acting. All the same, Astreya felt...uncomfortable, as the blonde-haired woman reached up toward her male companion, pulling him into an embrace. Images of Zack flickered through Astreya's head- from their first

Foraging Roll: #202868 10 12 20 CD: 12 LD: 20 (Critical Success! +2 Materials! +8 Foraging XP) --- The walk toward the gates was a familiar one for the young woman- she had been this way a number of times and had seen this pathway leading out toward the wilds beyond one too many, for her book. Yet this was just going to be one of those once again. She paused, giving a nod toward 'Marv' as she went, the NPC guard that stood at the entrance (or exit, depending on your perspective) to the outside. This was the name given to the NPC by Freyd, and it was one that had just s

Some time later, after she finished with her little side-mission that she had wanted to do, and she came strolling back into the Town of Beginnings, feeling a little bit more accomplished with what she'd done. The woman rolled out her shoulder as she made her way back toward where she'd been before, pausing slightly as she looked at the fountain for a moment. Her gaze lifted, noting the statue at the next intersection of streets before she glanced to her shoulder where Frosty sat. "Well. We might as well, right?" she spoke, shrugging and causing the bird to adjust a little. She made

Astreya blinked in response, the woman's cheeks starting to light up a little as he suggested she go and look. "U-uh," she began, knowing full well that there was no reason that she couldn't go. "I mean...yeah okay. I guess I can. I was just stopping to rest for a bit before going out to do something but I guess I can when I come back. Do you know where it is?" "Sure do. Take this road down a bit and hang a right once you get to the statue. There's a place called Landon's," the white-haired fellow spoke, and Astreya nodded in response. Well, it couldn't hurt to go and to talk to t

"Well that's a mighty fine tune you've got there, Miss," a deep voice spoke, causing the woman to jerk slightly as she didn't realize that anyone was actually listening to her. "Sounds like you're singing along with that musician that plays in these parts," he continued, and Astreya exhaled slowly, noting that the fellow was an NPC. Not that she was fearful of PCs here in the Town of Beginnings, but after that encounter with those two ruffians when she'd been with Freyd... she just felt a little less comfortable being surprised. "Oh, you think so? I guess I was," the woman admitted wit

The young woman hummed along with the music for another moment while it continued, but as it slowly started to fade out, she couldn't help but to pout slightly. Of course, she didn't have any way of knowing just who was doing the music, as she'd never sought them out. It was like a quiet little secret that she got to keep, and no one else had to know, not even herself, or who she was listening to. Although as the music faded, she couldn't help but to keep humming the song along, keeping the pitch just as perfect as it had been when the song had been playing. Frosty shifted, hopping off