Nymoria

The first ferry had left only moments before Nymoria and Musei arrived, forcing the pair to wait almost three quarters of an hour before the next arrived and was ready to depart. Neither had made any motion or movement to communicate while they waited, instead sitting in relative silence as they were passed by others on their way about their daily routines. She could almost feel the questions flowing from Musei, however, as his nervousness grew without any sort of explanation. Nymoria refused to give in, however, knowing that it would be best to wait until they had arrived at their location fo

Feeding Your Enemy Days had passed since Nymoria had returned from the maze. Days which she had filled with various activities; helping new players complete quests, travelling the floors in search of oddities and trinkets, and even spending days working in her shop from the rising sun to its setting point. The few times since that she’d taken to the field, Musei had been on edge. Twice she’d seen a similar weasel, one which she had sworn was the same as they’d run into in the forests of the third floor. It had been where everything had changed. Musei had been standoffish since their

Nymoria waited as the player spoke with the injured broker, obtaining what little information the man had to provide about the quest – or, as much as he had to provide, she realised. Once Astra had finished and returned to her, she took it upon herself to complete the introductions that had been initialised, but interrupted through the other’s excitement to begin. My name is Nymoria. It is a pleasure to meet you, Astra. She gave a shallow bow in greeting, her expression and demeanour entirely formal as she was taught to present oneself when first greeting a new individual. She gave a nod

Before Nymoria could do anything more than have the thought, the other weasel had disappeared into the woods with a bound. Musei’s tension didn’t alleviate as the thing disappeared, and Nymoria found herself questioning everything that had happened even more as she tried to piece together what the connection between the two weasels was. A tinge of jealousy had struck her at the realisation that there may be something between the two weasels, and she found herself forced to her feet almost instantly, disturbing Musei’s comfortable position and ending the calmness that had come over the are

The calm aura of the pond and forest seemed to have the effect that Nymoria wanted. As time slowly passed, she found herself relaxing into the depths of an almost meditative state; her mind wandering slightly, but never quite reaching the depths of despair and disturbance that it sometimes did when allowed the chance to think for itself. Nymoria found herself enjoying the locale, and made a note to return to it if ever she needed to calm herself again. Some people enjoy waterfalls, others flowing rivers…but this is a nice solitude, if you ask me. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the

The movement of Musei caught her attention, the little weasel’s head having popped up as something in the distance pulled his body into motion. Nymoria could see him tense up suddenly, having leapt to his feet and jerked on the spot. Her own eyes glanced over the nearby woods, but saw nothing in the trees or beneath the foliage that should have caused him to start in response. She was just about to consider asking the weasel, when he suddenly calmed and returned to her lap, settling himself into a comfortable position and closing his eyes once more. Baffled, but without any explanation

The solitude she’d been searching for in the woods was easy enough to find. She passed a few animals on her travels, but little else disturbed her as she pushed deeper into the woods. Nothing save from her own thoughts dared to disrupt the time she’d sought after leaving behind Aryut, although part of her wished that those had been left behind as well. They had turned darker, for a time, after her realisation earlier. It had taken all of her mental force to ignore the despair that had risen within her once more; driving it back with a force of effort that she had only recently begun to develop

She’d parted ways with Larbrook in Aryut, the man continuing to praise her success within the maze and making promises that likely would never come to fruition. Not that Nymoria minded the fact that they would fall into nothing but pointless praise; she would have preferred such an event, rather than the man actually going forth and explaining to all what she had done. Leaving behind the man and the town, she’d returned to the forest with the purpose of finding respite from everything that had occurred. A quiet solitude to consider the maze, the events that had occurred within, and how that al

Nymoria closed the distance quickly, bringing her weapon to bare before the creature before her could react fully to her presence. She stabbed through its defences, watching as it stumbled backwards, before disappearing in a shower of shards. It was over before it had even begun, Nymoria’s strike catching it entirely off guard and destroying the beast before it could do more than open its mouth in shock at her arrival. Somehow, it felt unappealing to her. As if she had cheated the system, or brought foul play into an otherwise fair contest. Fair. Yeah, right. There was nothing fair about

The corridors of the maze carried ever onwards. Nymoria checked her miniature map once in a while, confirming that they maintained a westerly direction, as much as was possible to do with the way in which the maze continued to shift and redirect them. So far as she could tell they were continuing towards their destination – although there was no marker upon the map itself, Nymoria had heard that the two entities of the maze were directionally across from one another; a battle between the two horizons, as it were to be. Based on the map, I should be reaching the edges of the maze…soon. I t

As she rested, her mind wandered. Nymoria couldn’t help but wonder if the man thought she was anti-social, or rude, through her lack of communication with him. Does he even realise I’m not communicating with him? Every time I’ve attempted to tell him anything, he completely ignores my gestures and words. It’s as if he’s not seeing them at all. Blindly ignoring them, or… She cocked her head as she stared across at the man, suddenly wondering if he had been ignoring her. She couldn’t help but think, as it came to mind, that perhaps he simply hadn’t heard her voice – a fact which would be a first

Nymoria was left alone as the spider exploded, and she turned to see if Larbrook required assistance with his own batch. A singular spider remained aside from his form, and although she could see a number of cuts and scrapes upon his physical form, the warrior appeared fine. The spider, was clearly not fine. A raging red mark along its side, missing limbs and an aura of fear radiated from it as the warrior advanced with his battle axe held ready. Nymoria looked away as he collided with it, checking the area for other dangers as much as not wanting to watch whatever was about to unfold before h

This street looks familiar. She’d come to a stop in the cross roads, a hand placed firmly on her sabre’s pommel and the other against her forehead as she stared in vain and perplexion at the area around her. She was certain she’d already passed through the area, although it was becoming harder and harder to tell, the more she maneuvered the streets. A large number of the buildings were similar in design, so much so that Nymoria had sworn she’d passed by one identical to it mere moments ago, and yet was certain she hadn’t managed to walk in a direct circle. No, no…I’m certain I’ve been here. If

Three of the four spiders were reduced to shards as Nymoria pressed her attack, the fourth caught in a flurry of slashes that tore through its own attempt to rush Nymoria’s form. It fell back with a clattering of claw and pincers, the sounds lost to the deaf warrioress’s advancement towards it. The final creature found itself backed into a corner, incapable of scaling the wall without all of its legs, and unable to run out from the entrapment due to Nymoria’s sabre. She cast a quick glance to the side, confirming that Larbrook was still managing to take care of the group he’d been left wi

Nymoria watched the newcomer, a late arrival who was clearly interested in the quest itself. From his appearance, he was far overdressed for the environment, and as he stumbled towards her and the wall, Nymoria found her couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t waiting his turn because he was about to collapse from exhaustion. Her eyes shifted as he began speaking, however, locking onto his facial features to better hear the words that other player spoke. Thank you. I have already finished the first part of the quest, though. You can go first. She signed quickly, the words auto-translating

The sabre in her hand drove the creatures backwards as she slashed through the first three to approach her, their limbs flailing as the blade cut and tore into their forms. Nymoria could feel the ricocheting of her blade as it struck something solid and bounced off, only to realise she had cut through one spider’s leg and into the wall behind it. Shaking her arm slightly, as much to diffuse the jolt from the limb as to realign herself, she stepped back and away from the trio of creatures. Weren’t there fou- The thought occurred just before the claws slammed into her back, driving her forw

’-wonderful! Ab…ly wond..ul!’ The words were broken, as if coming from afar and barely decipherable. Nymoria was tempted, for a singular second, to turn and look at the man to better process what he was saying. She knew, however, that it would be a waste of her time. He’d shown the same enthusiasm every time they’d fought some of the creatures, and Nymoria saw no benefit in turning her attention away now. The spiders had dropped in from above, attempting to overwhelm the pair of them with their sudden surprise. It might have worked, if Nymoria had been alone. Instead, Larbrook had heard t

In an attempt to drive away the thoughts, she looked at the markings on the walls that they were passing, taking in the intricate designs, the ways in which they seemed both foreign, and oddly similar to her own native tongue’s written forms. They were clearly not anything legible, at least not to Nymoria’s eyes. They were, however, interesting in their existence. Probably belonging to some long lost civilisation that Cardinal designed in order to add some form of lore and history to this area. I wonder how much one can find about them… She considered, for a brief moment, asking her esco

The minotaur exploded into shards as Nymoria’s flurry of stabs impaled it; a singular moment where it seemed to scream towards the sky was the last visage it left upon the world before disappearing entirely. Nymoria paused, letting the blade rest in her hand for a few seconds before she was forced to turn around and face the now eccentric Larbrook. ’-such a wondrous fight! You did amazingly! You should be proud of how you-‘ She turned away as the praise continued to spew forth from the bloodlust filled warrior, his own expressions as undelightful as his words to Nymoria. Instead, she fo

The beast waited for her to get into position, as if there was some measure of understanding to it that it was about to engage in a conflict between two honoured warriors. At least, that was how it appeared to Nymoria’s eyes. She doubted that the thing saw it that way at all. More than likely, the thing simply hadn’t registered her presence until she came close enough. It’s still a game, after all. She calmly approached, her sabre in hand as she moved closer to the minotaur, walking with a calm and controlled gait until she was close enough to charge forward. She knew that the element of

Into the Fire: Guardian of the Fire Nymoria’s eyes passed over the flowing river of molten fire and red liquid, a calm reminder that the floor was anything but welcoming to those not used to warmer climates. Warmer being a very casual way of saying far too hot for the average person to comfortably survive. And yet, Nymoria found herself skimming along the rock covered pathways leading through, over and around the various rivers of molten slag that flowed calmly, as if normal to exist in such an all encompassing way. Musei had long since disappeared into the pack upon her back, disliking t

Traversing through the maze was anything but exciting, a fact that Nymoria was quick to learn. Over an hour had passed since they’d defeated the spiders, and although they’d seen movement in the shadows numerous times over, and heard the cries of wolfen creatures somewhere in the depths of the walls, they’d come across no further resistance towards their continued forward progress. She still wasn’t sure if that was a good sign, or a sign that they’d been travelling in the wrong direction. I said there should be some creatures nearby if we are going in the right direction. That is all. Sh

You need to be more careful. You almost hit me instead of the spider. Her hands moved in a flurry of motion that gave sign to her anger at the situation, if the NPC had been paying enough attention to take her own feelings into consideration. Instead, he seemed to beam a smile towards her, and launched into a commentary of bravado that only left Nymoria more frustrated. ’You worry too much! That was a breadth of bloodshed that could be felt among the annals of time! If any had laid witness to our conflict, they would have sung poems, songs and glories of our fight! Come, the real challen

She had no time for celebration, however, as she turned and saw Larbrook standing beside her with his great axe in hand, cutting swathes into a group of the spiders that had caught up to them when she’d been forced to stop and fight. She joined the fray, sliding in beside the larger man and swooping beneath and around claws and feet, tearing into the spider’s flesh and hacking them into nothingness with her companion as they fought to drive the things back – or to the point of death. Her blade already felt heavy in her arm, and Nymoria knew that they had only just entered the maze, a sign that

At least the maze appears to be empty. It would be a lot worse if I were having to fight all sorts of- The thought was cut off as the shifting of shadows at the next corner caught Nymoria’s attention. She felt herself reaching naturally for her sabre, partially drawing the weapon in preparation of whatever was about to come bounding out of the area towards her and Larbrook. Nymoria cautiously approached the area, only to find it completely void of any creatures – although she could still feel a tingling in her neck, a feeling that she had come to rely upon in order to keep herself alive. Her e