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

she had stopped abruptly. pulled out one of the materials she’d collected from hunting the nepents earlier. a miscellaneous item; an ovule. all items broke the same way. she crouched before crushing it, and then remained quiet. in the underbrush, that low light environment, marquis contemplated with her head low if she should simply roll into the dirt. her cursor was going to be a big give away if she hadn’t been in an angle where it would be blocked by a tree in her pursuer’s vision, however, even if her emerald hair was going to offer some modicum of camouflage. so she stayed

her timing was fortunate. the seconds after had been the stranger’s recovery — they had missed. she’d dodged it. marquis wasn’t letting the chase up so soon. her gaze was set to the woods darkening, leaves clustering overhead. all was drenched in shade, ground spotted in sunlight. the town’s perimeter was surrounded by trees and brush alike. if she wanted to be safe, she’d just have to fall into the safe zone. but first, she had to bait her target into losing her interest. marquis dove straight into the woods; off the beaten path, swerving right. the best she was going to get was a t

the cape of black hair that the stranger pushed back with a roll of her shoulders was all marquis needed to know that it was indicating a fight. a player killer? her gaze went up to double check. no, it couldn’t be. the color she’d taken in had been her slowly regenerating health bar. but she wouldn’t put it past her threat just yet. in a quick skip, she’d turned tail. darted down the path she was meant to travel one way and back. her stats weren’t high as they’d been before — marquis knew she wasn’t going to be able to outlast her pursuer in a marathon if it came to that. she h

but the monster before her was anything but human. a bulky figure, cast in the darkest blacks while fallen into shadows. the red smeared across it like a sharp, deep scar. a blockade, an obstacle; the eye of a colossus. and then the figure shifted, revealing a lean woman. like a mirror image. or was it better defined as an internal projection? marquis was familiar with the quest that had such enemies, but not on the first — unless cardinal was breaking its own rules twofold. the first floor would have no such threats without warning, a notion subject to change if bistro were to say a

whatever was there, she wasn’t afraid. marquis counted down the seconds of a possible respawn timer. as far as she knew, a minute was all that was needed for the beginner floors. this wasn’t a designated training area, even if cardinal updated it to be so — the lack of players around proved it. so her escape attempt, if it was her fear in the dark, felt solidified. idiot proof. careful and calculated. then something shot out at her from the branches, and she ducked, tumbling into a roll. it had been flushed red — a warning sign for danger. like an obvious alert. even if so

she culled the last, the stray, her own health beeping — in the red. her teeth was clenched. last marquis knew, she hadn’t drawn any unwanted attention from known players, first floor town refugees and those with notoriety alike. all it would take for her to be back at the top of her game would be some time; just a few seconds. yet, her eyes searched wildly through the darkness. it wasn’t impatience; it was a hunch. was there an interloper? her grip had remained steadfast on the hilt of her blade in the interim. — if there was one, where was it? she’d expected a field boss to

two of its followers went down easy. one remained standing, still. it drew out a cut from her — a simple bleed, one that sapped a touch more health than she intended to lose. but risk had always been part of the game, she rationalized. marquis put her blade through it, until she realized how many more had started to appear. that was strange. her bladework had been top-notch, and she would know if the battle was loud enough to draw certain attention where she hadn’t intended — because she’d made sure she was quiet, and the monsters were usually the ones to alert their companions nearby ins

maybe it’d been so long since she’d experienced it, but she could hardly believe it herself. a pack of nepents descended on her from the forest. there had only been one, at first. small, seemingly fragile – of the dark green variant, the kind that needed to be put down fast before one would be inflicted with its status effects. then two; both pink, indicating hard hitters. marquis cut them both down to size, bathing her sword in the fragments that had been left behind. then a leader waddled out, swarming with a number of followers behind it. she struck out in sequence — first, the p

by now, on her walk, marquis would’ve realized that the materials she’d been picking up had contributed to the quest objectives. and, on any other day, that would’ve meant it was time for her to head back and turn in her quest. the sooner she got out of the first, the sooner she could go back to her origins. not that her position, unlike certain others, was in any liability to be claimed or have faltered. no, her absence had likely gone unnoticed — but it had been months since then. so perhaps… as marquis was considering this, fidgeting with the guard of her blade, she acknowledged w

but she didn’t. so the bump from the closest enemy was the tell she should strike back. a careful swing — the first falling prey to her thorns — and the crowd that came charging in was eradicated. were the boars always this aggressive? she considered this carefully as she turned around, leaving her back vulnerable. her katana returned to its sheathe. and marquis felt as though she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched even as she looked over her shoulder just to ensure that all immediate threats in her vicinity had been eradicated — because they had. walking off as her gaze swept t