Nymoria

The doorway slid closed behind her, the lock engaging almost naturally as Nymoria stepped into the front entryway. The silence of the house met her; comforting, to Nymoria, albeit likely unnerving to many others. Her hand reached out and touched a nearby wall, feeling the roughness beneath her fingers as she ran it along the surface. She found herself stepping into one of the main seating rooms, settling into the small cushion on the floor before leaning backwards and staring up at the ceiling above her. A small exhale of breath left her as she came to a rest, before closing her eyes. I

She’d been met with the comforting darkness of the twenty-fourth floor’s evening. The air was filled with a familiar tinge of water and salts, the expanse of liquid cutting between the various isles leaving a touch upon the nose that those familiar with it could only call comforting. Nymoria had paused as she waited for a nearby ferry to prepare for departure, her one means of traversing between the main island, and her home located on Massa. She’d managed to scrounge up the desire to find something else to nibble on – a meat covered stick of some sort, which contained a sour sauce atop it, so

They’d left the restaurant behind once Musei had finished his final meal, Nymoria’s digital wallet slightly thinner after the cost of the treat. Which wasn’t to say that she was anywhere near broke, not like she had been when she first started her adventure. She still remembered the early days, renting out the inn and suffering through the small bed tucked into a room that was barely large enough to be called comfortable. We’ve come a long ways from that, haven’t we Musei? She gave a soft smile towards her shoulder, the weasel tucked away into his pack; comfortable and contained away from the

Nymoria had forgotten how much Musei could eat. They’d completed three of the main course dishes already – she’d taken her own fair share, of course, although Musei had eaten the majority of it – and it didn’t appear like the small weasel was anywhere near finished with his desires and sating’s of said desires. He’d stared up at her with a knowing look for a few seconds after finishing off the final piece of teriyaki salmon, before she’d sighed and given in; calling forth the waiter and ordering another plate even as she felt herself wince a little at the growing bill. Last one. No more.

It was almost too easy, Nymoria noticed, as the final foxes disappeared into a glittering of shards upon the sky. She wondered, for the briefest of moments, if they shards made any sound as they glittered in the air, before realising that her mind had wandered. Smiling to herself, she accepted the fact that she had, at least in the moment, proven that she was still capable; capable of continuing to fight, of overcoming the bear, and of smiling in small moments of joy as she wondered at the smaller things in life. She gave a quiet sigh as she collected herself, knowing that she would need

29/01/2025 Rank 7 Artisan | 1,204/1,279 EXP Crafting Buffs Aphrodite’s Magnifier [Crafting Tool. Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop.] Custom Ambition Tool [Crafting Tool. Effect: Gain +1 bonus crafting EXP for each crafting attempt.] Atelier (Extended Workshop) [+2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt & +1 crafting attempt per day.] ID CD LD Result EXP 1 240429 [7+1] = 8 19 T4 Uncommon | Trinket (-1 Material) +

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The firefoxes dashed around Nymoria as her blade stabbed out in a flurry, the tip catching one of the creatures through the side and impaling it fully, a single second of pause before it exploded into nothingness and left her facing just three of them. She could feel as one grabbed her arm, tearing into it with teeth that burned ever so slightly, before she could manage to tear it away from her and toss it aside. Two of the creatures saw the danger of her rapier and leapt backwards, one barely managing to avoid the slash of her slim blade, while the other was tossed to the side. Before Nymoria

Nymoria’s charge had been success, her rapier lashing out in bursts as she scored strike after strike against the creatures, evading their retaliatory snaps with an ease that came through her lithe and agile ability. She’d spotted one of the foxes retreating slightly, and although she’d attempted to chase after the creature, the others had swarmed between her and it. She allowed it to sneak backwards, focusing instead on the trio pressing into her, not willing to let herself get overwhelmed so easily. This is…not like the bear. There’s no hesitation, no guilt. Is it because they look more

Nymoria had been following trail after trail as she explored the depths of the woods, her thoughts leading her on even as they seemed to chase her from behind. She’d long since lost track of time, her general location, and anything beyond the path opening before her. She’d passed by various animals during her travels, but most had scattered upon her approach – save a large great bear that had given her a chill, and she’d chosen to avoid it entirely. They look promising though. The flickering forms of the firefoxes flittered between the trees some distance from her, a small pack that was h

22/01/2025 Rank 7 Artisan | 1,031/1,279 EXP Crafting Buffs Aphrodite’s Magnifier [Crafting Tool. Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop.] Custom Ambition Tool [Crafting Tool. Effect: Gain +1 bonus crafting EXP for each crafting attempt.] Atelier (Extended Workshop) [+2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt & +1 crafting attempt per day.] ID CD LD Result EXP 1 240374 [11+1] = 12 12 T4 Perfect | Jewellery (-1 Material)

The witch had drawn a dagger of some sort, Morrígan had only noticed the weapon at the final instant as it was inserted into the blonde’s gut. His shocked expression was no surprise to Morrígan, but the remainder of his reaction took her off guard, and she found herself turning to look at the partially stumbling man in confusion. ’Have you been severely injured?’ The question popped out of her mouth before she could stop herself, internally smacking herself at the stupidity of the question. She could see his health bar in the top corner of her screen – an obvious indication that he was r

Winding through the woods had provided some measure of comfort to Nymoria; the desolate silence that filled her world unbroken by anything beyond the small shiver of leaves on the passing trees. No animals leapt out at her, no thoughts forced into life through some event that caused her to panic, or drip with anxiety. She was alone and in peace. Given the time to sort her thoughts and consider everything she knew; admittedly not a lot, but enough that she could begin to piece together a measure of what had occurred. Cardinal cannot create new emotions for us. It can’t simply change how w

Leaving behind the site of the bear had been harder than Nymoria had expected. She’d stayed for almost an hour, pondering over the response she’d had to the fight, and the way in which she’d fought. Thoughts had scrolled through her brain faster than she could keep up with them all, and although she’d tried her hardest to keep the darker portion of her mind at bay, it had slithered into her mind regardless; testing her and tainting her ideas. She’d eventually been forced to shut it all down, to compel herself to move on. It had taken more effort than Nymoria would’ve liked, but as she’d

The bear reared up in an attempt to dwarf her, likely to try and cause her to pause with fear. Nymoria ignored the pending danger behind the movement, choosing instead to use the momentary flash of weakness that she saw, the opening that would allow her to drive her rapier deep within the creature’s chest, and hopefully bring an end to the torment it had been suffering at her hand. She moved quickly, dashing forward and lunging with the blade, piercing through the thing’s fur and flesh before impaling it fully. The strike tore through any bones and other defences it may have had, and alt

The bear tried to lumber after Nymoria as she danced around its form, her attacks cutting small incisions into its flesh; nothing that would immediately bring the creature to its knees, and yet painful enough to cause it discomfort and to wear away at its overall health. Nymoria moved with a purpose, eyes ever watchful as the thing turned towards her, only to find her form had darted out of reach again, repeating the assault over and over as the bear shambled in frustration and pain. Nymoria felt a tinge of pity and sorrow at the situation she was causing. As much as she knew the bear was

Nymoria’s sudden assault had been a success, the bear unable to respond as she closed the distance and brought the rapier in for a simple strike at one of its more vulnerable shoulders. She had barely pierced the flesh before she soared past, leaving the creature stunned and confused as the form that had stung it was no longer visible, numerous steps past and beyond its reach as it slowly shifted in place. By the time Nymoria turned back to face the thing, the stun had worn off however, and she found the bear once more preparing itself to enter the conflict. She knew this time she wouldn’t be

The bear responded almost immediately, rising from the slumber as she stepped into the glade properly. Grass had shifted around her feet, and although Nymoria couldn’t hear it herself, she was certainly that a predator that chose to sleep in the centre of an open field, with no protection of form of hiding from whatever came across it, must have been able to sense her presence the moment she stepped close enough. As it reared to its feet, standing an impressive height above her head, it opened its mouth in what appeared to be a roar or a yawn – Nymoria had looked away in order to avoid the sys

The path had been thinning the further she’d entered into the forest, and as she continued deeper she found that offshoot led in multiple different directions; appearing as little more than trails that could’ve been made by an animal passing through continuous. She’d chosen to avoid them, for the time being at least, due to the miniature nature of them and the cramped feeling they gave off. Now, however, she stood before one and considered following it. The pathway itself was large; far larger than anything a bear could’ve left behind, Nymoria felt. It’s wide…at least as wide as two car

The weasel suddenly took off, leaping down from Nymoria’s form and into the brush nearby. She considered racing after him, but paused as she glanced about once more. Only once she was entirely certain there was nothing else in the vicinity did she follow the weasel’s path, finding him just on the other side of the brush digging furiously. She watched in curiosity as the weasel slowly uncovered a collection of items, before looking up at her with an eye that almost shone with excitement and pride. Good find, Musei. She signed before collecting the items that the weasel had dug up. A part o

A soft sigh escaped her as she settled against the fallen tree, using the downed piece as a backrest while she took time to relax. She’d been walking so much that she’d begun to feel it in her legs, and although she knew it was nothing more than a psychological effect, she decided it was best to rest herself when she was given the chance. Food time. She signed the words as soon as Musei had poked his head out of the carrying case, the weasel leaping down at the mention of food. Nymoria opened her menu and pulled forth the items she had picked up earlier that morning, divvying them out bet

A flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and Nymoria shifted on her heels, turning to face the brush that had moved. Her hand had reached for her rapier, natural reaction that she had long since developed, but as she saw the small four legged creature emerge – a porcupine like creature in appearance, minus the dark orange colouring it displayed – she found herself giggling at her reaction. She waited for the creature to hobble along and away, carefree of her presence and the danger it had momentarily been in had Nymoria not realised the simplicity of its exi

She’d arrived in Ellesmera just as the morning shops had begun to open; a number of bakeries basking the air with scents that toyed with Nymoria’s drive to head out of the settlement and into the woodlands beyond in search of the bear she was meant to hunt down. She’d taken a middle ground, stopping at the closest in order to obtain a small treat for the way out, before heading beyond the gates and into the woodlands itself. The natural areas of the eighth floor were peaceful, so long as one ignored the roaming oddities that were the natural predators and dangers of the world. Great Taile

<<Scents of the Wild: Ferocious Foe>> Nymoria had become more and more active with each day. She’d taken up the self-inflicted call of applying her skills, developed over her time in Aincrad, to help those players’ still struggling to get their footing and begin their own journeys. It had given her purpose over the last few days, and although she had found the intervening action to be cathartic in a means and measure for herself, she also knew that she needed to do something beyond simply escorting players along beginner quests in order to ensure that she remained useful to th