Nymoria

The kitchen was still empty by the time she had collected Kagamine, and Nymoria was happy to notice that the dining hall had also forgone attracting any attention during both her fight, and the following minutes of preparation for leaving. She gave a silent thanks to whatever forces were watching over her in the moment, before leading Kagamine down and out of the kitchen, crossing to the far doors before stopping once again. Without looking at the teenage boy she had in tow, she carefully pulled open the door closest to her, peering out into the hallway beyond. She waited a few breaths, c

She breathed another sigh of relief as the bandit disappeared in a shower of shards, leaving Nymoria – once again – alone within the kitchen. Musei had scoured the area, procuring items that Nymoria had originally missed during her quick scan of the kitchen area. Taking only a few seconds to catch herself, she moved back to the storage closet that she had left the boy in, confirming with a glance that he was still hidden behind the sack. This time, however, his eyes peered out, waiting for her return. Come on, we need to leave. More guards will come soon. We’re going out the front door, f

Her feint worked, and as she pushed in closer to the bandit, driving the polearm down onto the floor and slammed the pommel of her blade across the bandit’s face, Nymoria felt a moment of satisfaction at her success. It quickly disappeared as she shifted backwards slightly to avoid the retaliatory headbutt that was aimed at her face, sliding around the right side of the bandit and driving the flat of her blade into the side of the bandit’s torso. The recoil was enough to give Nymoria the opening she needed, pulling the blade slightly she twisted it so that the sharpened edge cut into the

The sudden shift of motion caught Nymoria’s attention just as she was preparing to strike out at the bandit, their surprise attack planned poorly in comparison to Nymoria’s ability to react. Leaping backwards she dodged the shift of the halberd’s haft, the blow aimed once more for her stomach. Her own attack forgone, she instead focused on keeping distance between the two of them, leaping behind another counter as the halberd lashed out in an attempt to use the distance to its advantage. Nymoria knew that if she continued to keep space between them she would be at a severe disadvantage,

Her wild strike was more than enough to cause the bandit to freeze in place, the halberd held out at an awkward angle as all of the muscles within their body locked up. Nymoria almost felt a moment of pity for the bandit, before remembering that they were trying to kill her, as much as she was working to kill them. Shrugging it off, she began to move around the island, taking her time and care to move without rush or inattention. I just need to finish this one off quickly, and then we can look at getting out of here. I guess we won’t be going back the way we came, though. Her eyes had s

Nymoria had little time to react as the halberd lowered, barely getting her own blade up as the weapon’s tip came striking towards her. She managed to deflect it down and into the countertop of a nearby island. Stepping forward she brought her own sabre up to slash into the individual, driven back as the haft of the halberd slammed into the side of her, doing no damage but pushing her away as she contorted around its shape. Stepping backwards, she moved around the island to put space between her and the bandit, desiring time to consider a course of action. The plan was, however, thrown i

The boy was clearly more of a coward than Nymoria wanted to give him credit for, with full minutes passing before he decided to glance up and see why light had suddenly filtered into his hiding place. Nymoria jumped on the opportunity, her hands moving the moment his eyes had appeared, drawing them in and focusing them on her. Hush, there’s still guards around. I’m here to help you, your mother sent me. I’m going to get you out of here, and back home. He gave a quick jerk of his head, a somewhat ambiguous sign that Nymoria took to mean that he understood her meaning at least. Holding up

Stupid! I had him right there! It was moments like these where Nymoria wished she wasn’t disabled. She could’ve, if she weren’t broken, called out to him and located him through the sound of her voice. Now, she was stuck thrashing through the various areas trying to locate his hiding spot, and hoping that no one else had already caught him – or heard the ruckus she was making and came to investigate. She harshly grabbed a nearby door, yanking it open in what was likely an extremely loud and aggressive manner, before glancing into what was clearly a small pantry. She almost squeaked in de

She released a slow breath as the bandits disappeared from sight, their shards scattering onto the ground before disappearing entirely from existence. It had been a close fight – the quick glance she’d just given her health bar made Nymoria wince a little, before she looked away. She had taken a serious risk, and although it had paid off this time, it wouldn’t be wise to attempt it again without good reason. She settled against the stairs, leaning back and sighing heavily as she let her muscles loosen. She wanted nothing more than to be done with the quest now, her body having taken more

The pair of longswords swung around at the same moment, striking Nymoria in the gut and throwing her backwards across the dining hall. She landed roughly on her feet, her breath coming in harshly as she checked herself over quickly and confirmed that she was, for the moment, still alive. How much longer would be the question, considering how much damage their strikes had done. She considered her options even as the pair of them split and attempted to come at her from either side. It would be simple to try and down yet another health potion, but Nymoria knew it would be pointless. The onl

Her blade sunk into the shoulder of one bandit before she pulled it outwards and sliced the face of the second one, her momentum carrying her through and past the two, back into the centre of the dining hall. The large open area gave her the advantage of being able to maneuver without worry of being hindered, a form of fighting that came naturally to her as she danced about and dodged the more brutal forms of slashing that the bandits preferred. It still wasn’t enough, however, as the first blade caught her leg and sent her slamming into the ground, the second bandit coming in with a str

The bandits were taken entirely by surprise by Nymoria’s sudden rush into the fray. No sooner had her blade connected with the first, than it had passed onto the next with ease. The two bandits locked up in place, giving her the space she needed to pull back and usher the boy towards the kitchen that she had just come from, her hands moving even as she did so. Head back that way, stay out of the way. There’s no bad people there, but I need to bring these two down before we can look at escaping. Stay hidden. She didn’t have time to confirm whether her fast hand movements were understood b

The main floor was larger, various hallways and rooms branching off from the area she had found herself within once she had left the basement behind. It had appeared to be some sort of alcove, at least as far as Nymoria could tell, no real purpose behind it other than heading into the basement proper. She’d carefully exited, her sabre in hand and a soft step beneath her footfalls as she spied the area and confirmed no one was waiting for her. The first few rooms she’d checked had turned up barren, no signs of any life or anyone having passed through them recently. Slightly frustrated, sh

Not that I would be much use up there, even if my levels were anywhere near theirs. I mean, who wants the deaf girl that you can’t talk to in your party? The voice scowled within her head, the consistent negativity that had resided away for some time now returning in force. Nymoria felt herself shake suddenly, a chill passing over her as she fought against the distraught that it brought with it. I mean, really. Barely a capable swordswoman, no real major skills…it’s not like you can do anything valuable that ten others can’t do. You’d be no real boost to their forces. Why would you think anyth

I wonder if this keep has always been abandoned…? Nymoria’s mind wandered as she leaned against the wall, trying to recover the various ounces of energy that she had lost in her most recent fight. Her health bar had been slowly ticking upwards, recovering naturally now that she was out of combat entirely. It seems like no one has lived here, or at least no one has resided within it for some time. Lines of dust specked the various areas of ledges and outcroppings that Nymoria could see nearby, small traces of disturbances from her own recent engagement within the basement area. Piles of as

The shop had been almost identical to how the message had described it. Not that Nymoria was shocked by this, at this point in time. Whomever the benefactor player was, they had taken a liking to the hard of hearing individual whom they continued to gift things towards. This time, it would appear a collection of sweets were awaiting her, supposedly paid for and being held in another's name. Quickly moving to the counter, she spotted a familiar face, her hands moving in greeting as she flushed slightly. Hey, Ciela. I'm here to pick up an order for a...Nari? Supposedly she placed it a while

Hello, Morningstar. It’s good to see you again, as well. She gave a flash of signs towards the red-cloaked individual whom had been sitting nearby, surprised that she hadn’t seen him earlier. She had, however, been focused on finding Alexander and beginning the quest in earnest, ignoring almost all the other patrons until she had been approached. Her eyes shifted back forth between Freyd and Morningstar as the two decided – much without her consent or input – to attend the quest alongside her. She flushed in realisation at their concern, and their determination to keep her safe. As much

Nymoria leaned back against the wall of the keep, her eyes staring up at the ceiling above her. She could still feel her breath coming in harsher than before the fight, although it was much calmer than the following her conflict in the underground tunnel. She focused on regulating her breathing, trying to calm herself and control the air moving into and out of her form. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't aching in any way - as hard as the combat was, her body seemed to have become more well adjusted to the work, and wasn't burning like it used to do when she'd first begun the

She'd nodded quietly at the barkeep's explanation, aware that it was in essence useless information to her. She hadn't named the creature in truth, and while it was good to know that there were multiple versions of it, she also knew that she was nowhere near ready to face down a field boss - yet. She'd raised her hands to answer just such a thing to the keeper behind the bar, when a sudden figure appeared beside her, causing Nymoria to squeal; a sound which might've resembled something not unlike a mouse having mated with a pig. Freyd...? Her fingers moved slowly, clearly hesitant as she

The scimitar bounced backwards as Nymoria's sabre blade collided with it again, forcing the bandit further backwards. She could see the wall behind him, taking away and chances he had at possibly escaping. Instead, she'd managed to lure him perfectly into a position of weakness, one where he was at the mercy of her continued assault. She pushed herself into a flurry of strikes meant to weaken the grip on his scimitar, watching as sparks began to fly off the metal of each blade. Almost got him, just a little bit more. She kept her rhythm up, trying to maintain the pressure she was putting