Marquis

item fusion. | origin. transient. | [#241964] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA II, HB, VAMP-D [desc.]: a black cloak that drapes over one shoulder. comes with a hood.

#001.

backroom.

(2/2)

(1/2)

custom orders.

store front.

ventura. Marquis | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1 | THORNS: 18 | MIT: 6 notes: n/a. in the clad of night and lamp lights they went, taking the petals they were tasked to submit along. and there was hardly anyone present in the hour they arrived. shikari had handed in his share first, on account of getting there first -- height advantages. marquis simply did so after, and then took a look at the stalls. now that shikari had mentioned it moments ago, the stalls did seem like fun. it had been so long since

marquis: thank you! to: shikari marquis: hey is hanahaki a real condition here? shikari: if it was, do you really want to find out? -> 100 flower petals from night.

thread summary. marquis. + 649xp | 349 + 300 + 5364col | 4964 + 400 + 62 materials + other combat loot. +profession: tailor. +shop: tailor.

“yeah,” he finally said, waving in a circular motion with his hands, a sign that marquis couldn’t derive meaning from. she narrowed her eyes. “okay. if you can work with that, then i can teach you what i know.” richard clasped his hands together as he leaned forward, almost petite. “so what do you say — shall we try this out together?” it was the most awkward interaction with an npc she’d had in years. and she’d been around most in months. marquis held her tongue, and the almost immediate response that was ready to bloom out of her. instead, she forced a smile, and gave the man a nod, pol

she had blown past the boars, asserting herself as the dominant being in comparison to them. comfort draped over her form like a cloak as she stepped past the threshold, and marquis let herself exhale as she started down the streets of the city. once more, she found herself at the tailor’s shop. marquis loosened her grip on her weapon. with a push and a free hand, she made it through the door. “i found the materials,” she declared. what troubles she had on her adventure had been left at the store’s entrance. richard put a hold to his frivolities, having rummaged through a nearby rack for

but then, why add insult to injury after letting them go the first time? did the player have a name? marquis guessed she would want to have it. at least label the threat that was known — if it even was a figure to place someone like her in danger. no, she couldn’t let her guard down too soon, marquis considered. because even given their best intentions, that swipe, an accidental registration of damage from cardinal could’ve cut her out of the game and of reality completely. she had to consider the worst outcome first and foremost. so she took her breaths. steadied her breathing

the monster had turned, snapped its head at the sudden sounds of its prey leaving the vicinity. and, uncharacteristically, unbeknownst to marquis, it hadn’t given chase. in her flight, marquis was enraptured by the one sole thought that rumbled through her mind like the harsh thunder of her steps as she ran through the forest. she’d cleared the boundary in record time while underestimating her memory of the new and reworked map of the floor. she had a hand held out against the wall of a nearby building had there been the lack of a palisade as a defense against the forest elements nearby.

marquis made a guess. she’d ran the estimates off the top of her head. that ground covered was only capable by a monster that large if it had some advantage that boosted its speed. under regular circumstances, its size would’ve gotten in the way. that was a rationale that was only backed up from what she remembered about the marks she did study and hunt on the road. so she played back the scene in her head. those hands that bit into the dirt, black jaws into green from that dart forward earlier? it gave her reason enough to drop her caution and take a peek. (and she was right. anoth