Nymoria

She moved through the encampment carefully, not wanting to disturb any of the tree roots, or other plants, that had spread across the main walkways. The odd aura hovering over the area, an atmosphere that was anything but welcoming, seemed to press inwards towards Nymoria. Best to disturb as little as possible…now what would a…Cypher Rune…look like? She was at a loss, and although she checked for any obvious markers, no sign of her next step stood out to her. Alright…search the camp. Look for anything that seems…important, or out of place. That’s…a start, I guess. It wasn’t much of a plan

She’d stopped as the bustling of a nearby brush had caught her eye, the leaves and branches shaking as something within attempted to push through the area. Nymoria’s hand had slipped towards her knife in preparation, waiting to see what threats were preparing to ambush her. She was disappointed – or rather relieved, depending on the point of view – when nothing more than a small, badger like creature erupted from the brush and waddled its way into the distance and out of sight. Well, that was…uneventful. Nymoria sighed and let her hand leave the knife’s hilt only once she was certain th

The forest was welcoming after the bustle of the Treant’s small settlement. Nymoria found herself enjoying the peace and reprieve that it offered more than she thought she would have, her feet carrying her into the depths of the woods and away from the chaos. The Treants had proved to be something spectacular in their own way, that was certain, but she found it somewhat intimidating being surrounded by collections of the large, mobile tree folk – towered over moreso than she was used to by the common folk of the world. You’d think you’d be used to it… She giggled silently to herself at

The King seemed to drift off for some time, as if lost in thought. Numerous times, as the silence stretched, Nymoria considered signing towards the King in an attempt to continue the conversation. She was stopped only by the understanding that the Treant needed to be the one to continue their thoughts, the interruption of her own input nothing more than an insult to their communication. When the King spoke again, there was a change towards their behaviour that Nymoria couldn’t quite place, and yet somehow felt different. ’ Retrieve the Cypher Rune from the camp, and return it to me. Aft

I am here to speak about peace with the Elves. Nymoria had stepped forward and signed towards the King Treant once she was confident that there was nothing else to be learnt from watching them, her hands moving in quick motions before she could be stopped in her approach. Her presence caused a collection of the Treants to move, stepping between her and the King and essentially cutting off any chance of further approach as she came to a complete stop some distance from them. ’We Treants must return, to our homelands…you are working with the…Elves…we will not-‘ The creature that had steppe

Nymoria remained only long enough to confirm that the meeting had adjourned, before making her way back out into the city’s streets and taking a breath. A lot had been said within the room, and although Nymoria had listened and paid attention, she found that only one thing was on her mind now; finding a way to bring the conflict to a resolution of peace that would allow both parties to live together in harmony, or at least tolerance of the other’s presence. A grandeur task, perhaps, but one that I am willing to undertake…I think. The path away from the city and into the woods was direct,

The air struck her differently here. Even though the temperate climate, the general atmosphere, and the city itself was similar to her hometown in many ways, Nymoria could feel the difference in the air as soon as she arrived. It wasn’t unwelcoming, nor was it entirely positive; rather something about the city felt like a major event was growing within. Maybe that’s just your perception, knowing that you’re headed to meet the queen about a possible treaty of peace. All of this could simply be…in your…head. She almost laughed at the irony, stopping herself only through sheer will. The gua

Shrugging off the concern, she decided that the best thing she could do for the moment was simply to finish her breakfast, and then head to the eighth floor and meet with the queen. No better way to figure out what’s going on somewhere, by going to that somewhere and seeing for yourself. The obviousness of it made her laugh a little, and as she shifted silently on her spot, she could see Shogan staring at her – or more specifically, at the bun upon her plate. A quick sign towards the fox, and the bun had disappeared, three wagging tails the only sign of affection and thanks that she received f

Elvish Treaties Nymoria had awoken to the flashing of her notifications screen, the bright pulsing light enough to pull her from her slumber. She’d blinked a few times before realising that it was notifying her of an updated quest option; a new, viable route that she could take towards one of the quests she had recently completed. It had taken her a while, however, to realise what the quest itself was, and what she had done in the first place in order to obtain the secondary portion of the chain. Elvish…oh. This is the one where I met the queen, and stood guard. She sighed as she rem

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As much as Nymoria wanted to continue her fight within the nest area, she knew that it would burn through her reservoirs in a timely manner. Already she could see the energy bar that signified her ability to use skills flashing in the corner of her eye, and while she was able to restore it using her supplies, she also knew that it wasn’t worth her time or effort to do so. Those are resources I could use in a more important moment, and not waste here. It’s safer, and better, to head back now and accept that I’ve done as much as I can…for the moment. Though one day I should return here, and

Her quick reactions paid off, and as her blade rammed into the shoulder of the drakeling, the thing pulled back and shook its head, clearly incapable of doing anything beyond trying to reorient itself. Nymoria used the distracted nature of the attack in order to slip around and behind the creature, moving out of its immediate sight and giving herself a better position to close in and attack it once it stopped thrashing about. These things are easy to bring down…if I can just take a moment to reinvigorate my energy, then I could keep going…maybe take out the whole nest. It’s almost worth i

The drakeling saw her distracted nature, her eyes taking in the vast number of creatures that she had so carelessly walked into the general area of, and took its advantage in a flash. Nymoria barely noticed the movement, her knife coming up to defend herself – and accidentally impaling the thing directly through the eye as it shifted its movement to try and come under what it clearly thought was another attack. Both of them held the position for a single second, before the drakeling simply exploded into shards, leaving Nymoria alone. Or, at least, she would have been left alone if another

The movement turned out to be another drakeling, this one staring directly at her as Nymoria approached. She brought her knife upwards in a simple strike, hoping to catch the thing before it could react and pull away – a desire that was quickly proven to be unfulfillable as the thing moved. Cursing silently, Nymoria gave chase, eventually managing to drive the knife along its side in a bare scratch of its form – but it was enough to cause the thing to stop in place, the stun halting any capabilities of retreating that it may have had. Damn, that could’ve gone badly if it had managed to go