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

Nymoria could see the darkened of the tunnels up ahead, the way in which they almost seemed to enclose towards her. She wanted nothing more than to avoid going any deeper – and yet she knew that within those depths would be where she found anything of value; anything worth her time. It could even be a nesting area for these things. Imagine if I was able to eradicate an entire nests worth of the things… The argument was enough to convince her onwards, Shogan still following at her side. She wondered if the fox ever got bored of simply tagging along – he’d shown no signs of such a boredom, yet.

The blade of the knife dug deep into the side of the drakeling, and Nymoria twisted it slightly sideways before pulling it out of the creature’s form. A trail of greened blood followed, the red of the blood mixing with the green toxins that the blade was coated in. Nymoria stepped back, putting more distance between herself and the creature, knowing that it would die within only a few seconds as the effects swept over it. That was lucky. Too bad I can’t do that with every single one of these, it would make all of this go a lot faster. Still, I shouldn’t complain. It’s helpful when it does

Whether it was a good idea or not, Nymoria decided to press onwards from her current position. She knew that she’d been careless, and in turn nearly taught a lesson in the most dangerous way, when it came to her last fight. Sitting around thinking about it won’t do me any good though. I’m better off continuing onwards and applying what I learnt. It was enough for her, and she took off with Shogan shifting at her side, their presence an odd comfort in the underground tunnels of the mine. There, another one. Best do this quick. She moved with a soft step, quickly and yet taking care to brin

A close call almost befell Nymoria as she launched herself too early into the fray, and she found herself coming up short in her strike. What the- She pulled back, placing distance between herself and the drakeling as she tried to figure out what she’d done wrong. That should’ve been perfect, it’s how I’ve always…oh… The realisation came quickly as she had been thinking about her regular attacks, with the rapier she had once used. Cursing herself internally, she refocused herself – still unnoticed by the drakeling, thankfully, and pushed back into the strike. Her steps brought her a singl

She could’ve taken a break, if she’d wanted to stop for a while. As the fifth drakeling died to her blade, however, Nymoria found the idea of stopping with her momentum as it was a waste of time and pointless to her eventually completion of the quest. I’ve still got energy, I’ve taken no damage…I might as well keep going until I’ve cleared out everything I can find, or I’ve run out of energy. Then I can review what I want to do… A soft shrug was her only response, before heading deeper into the tunnels once more. She’d walked for a few moments without any sign of the creatures, and she’d

The drakeling froze in place as Nymoria’s charging blade lashed across its form, leaving a small mark along its chest and side, but more importantly locking up any chance of it retaliating as she took the thing by surprise and stunned it. Her feet carried her beyond and around to face the drakeling from behind, moving some distance away as she awaited the eventually reanimation of the creature. Well, this one will be the final one for the quest itself…anything else is above and beyond. This has been far, far easier than it should have been. Not that I’m complaining. Movement caught her ey

As the drakeling disappeared from view beneath the assault of Nymoria’s knife blade, she could hear the sound of more squawking nearby. Turning around, she found herself facing another of the creatures, this one having turned the edge of the corner that Nymoria had originally been heading for, and noticing the on-going fight decided that it wasn’t going to wait for her to eventually find it in the dark. Ah well, it was bound to happen that they would eventually begin responding to my presence. At least this way they’ll be easier to locate and bring down. She shrugged to herself as she rea

The drakeling turned in the air as Nymoria prepared to strike, the knife barely glancing off the side of its face as it spun around to face her. She’d hoped to take the thing entirely by surprise, but as it froze up in the air before her, she found herself leaping backwards to be safe of any sudden reaction it might have. Thankfully, the thing was held in place as the stun coursed through it, stopping it from being able to retaliate immediately against her. Still, that was close. I should be less overconfident. As good as I have gotten, I can still make mistakes. Nymoria reprimanded herse

Nymoria turned on her heels after confirming the drakeling had disappeared as little more than shards on the wind. At least, if there had been any wind. She’d already collected over half the required hides that the foreman had requested as proof of her exploits, and from the looks of how things were going, she would soon be done with the more base requirements of the quest. Which means I’ll have lots of time to hunt down all the extras, seeing as he promised a reward above and beyond… The tunnel ahead of her filled with squawking, and Nymoria knew that another of the drakelings was waitin

Nymoria’s eyes flowed back and forth between the two individuals in front of her, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. Names had been provided, and an intimate connection that was far too unfamiliar for Nymoria rose between them – although she could not say whether it was one of appreciation, apprehension or pure acceptance. I should…not be involved in this. She wanted to turn and walk away, and yet she found herself drawn into watching the events unfolding before her. Something about the connection was a piece that Nymoria strived for, subconsciously, and yet knew she