Nymoria

Nymoria couldn’t help but grin in excitement at the success of her findings. She’d already found more than she’d expected, but as she began canvassing the central area of the chamber, she nearly tripped over the collection of gemstones and col that had been piled in one small area; a plethora of goods just waiting for her to arrive and locate them all. Her excitement was only accented as Musei returned with a various collection in his own teeth, only making their search more worthwhile. This was worth hanging around for. Definitely. With this…well, with this I’m doing so well. Alright, o

Her success seemed to have been running out as she neared the far side of the cavern from where she had begun. Turning her gaze towards the centre, as much to confirm that the form of Cerberus still had not reappeared as to take in the general landscape itself, Nymoria decided that the time had come to attempt searching the very centre of the cavern – the spot where Cerberus had laid upon her original entry into the area. She’d been putting it off as she moved around the outside, slowly circling her way closer and closer, but as her hands came up empty once more, she knew that she couldn’t ign

The area that she had been combing through was clearly picked clean. Nymoria straightened, placing her hands against her lower back as she stretched away the discomfort of having been lowered to the ground so much during her search. Even with the discomfort crawling through her spine and back, she felt a measure of peace and happiness at what she’d already managed to find – her collection growing by the moment had been a strong surprise to her already, and striking out once or twice in an area wasn’t going to immediately bring her down. Besides, I’ve barely checked a quarter of this area

The smile returned to her face as she collected another pair of rubies from within the slightly darker areas of the cavern, unsurprised by their appearance against the softly glowing river that passed by and around them. Her guess had, in this instance, been at least somewhat correct – a fact that Nymoria was thrilled to learn. She hadn’t been entirely certain if the basic laws of physics and sciences would apply within the game itself, and she still wasn’t entirely certain of it if she were being wholly honest, but her recent success at least suggested that she was on the right path, if only

In the blink of an eye her sabre had connected with the first head, tearing through it and continuing onwards through the other two as her blade tore them to pieces. Shards rained down around her as Nymoria landed on the ground once more, her feet nimbly dancing as she caught her momentum and brought it to a stop. In front of her the entire form of Cerberus had disappeared, the shards lasting only a few moments as they fell through the air towards the ground, before disappearing forever from view. The confirmation banner of her success appeared only briefly, telling Nymoria that she had been s

The sudden shift in brightness was all the warning Nymoria needed to know that she had left behind the tunnel itself, and entered into the true lair of the three headed dog that she had come hunting. The tunnel had, over time, widened to a point where the walls were barely visible on either side. The last corner she had turned had led into a wide open area, an obvious sign that Nymoria had finally reached her destination. Confirmed in actuality when she noticed the body of the creature laying in the centre of the chamber, the trio of heads laid down upon folded paws and hard rock, resting gent

Another pair of rubies stood out as Nymoria wandered closer to the edges of the cave’s entrance, their appearance signifying at least some form of confirmation that her belief and expectations had been correct; at least to some degree. Whether it was from the presence of the flame hounds or not, Nymoria gladly pocketed away the rubies, placing them into her inventory with the others that she had collected on her way to the lair of Cerberus. If nothing else, the journey here will be profitable for my artisan work. She felt the smile spread across her face as she stepped into the cave prop

The trio of hellhounds launched themselves at her even as Nymoria dug her feet into the rocks beneath her. Her body lowered slightly as she prepared to meet them, her sabre coming back slightly in preparation of the sweeping movement it was going to take to slash across their forms, hoping to land a strong blow even as they leapt into the air. She pushed off at the last possible second, sweeping outwards with her weapon as she strove to strike the trio back towards the cave and away from her. The sparkling of shards left her shocked, however, as the trio exploded into nothingness; brough

The hound in front of her and to her left fell victim to her sabre’s sting as she rushed forward, a wide swing catching both in the same arc, leaving them stunned in place as she turned her attention to the third creature. It had managed to dodge out of the way of her attack, leaping backwards and placing distance between itself and her even as it lashed out with its own swipe with its paw. The distance, however, meant that the attack had been less than successful – nowhere near her form, in fact, even without her having dodged it at all. Her feet carried her further away from the trio,

Where are they then? Nymoria glanced around in confusion, the open and empty rock face clearly void of any guardian hellhounds. Nothing but the wind, and the soft glow of the flowing lava river off in the near distance caught her sight. Confused, uncertain as to what to do now that she had arrived and things weren’t exactly as they should have been, Nymoria found herself rooted to the spot. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of it, wondering if she had someone come to the wrong location during her distracted travels. A quick check of her map, however, confirmed that she was exactl

As her eyes swept over the rocky terrain that made up the floor’s general atmosphere and land, Nymoria spotted something glittering against the otherwise harsh light. She deviated from her path, stepping closer and inspecting the portion of stone that seemed to shimmer with an oddly red colouring. It was only as she carefully extracted it from the rock around it that she realised what the gemstone was. Ruby. And a very fine looking one, too. Just…sitting out here in the open like this? Maybe this floor has more to offer than I thought… Her eyes glanced over the area with a sudden change in att

The heat hadn’t been nearly as strong within the village, a fact which Nymoria had only noticed upon her retreat from its walls back into the open areas that made up the various fields and lava-filled rivers of the floor itself. It had hit her like a wall the moment she’d walked through the gates of the village, a wave washing over her that caused sweat to immediately cover her body in places that she would have rather been dry. Nymoria had a hard time trying to figure out which floor she disliked the most, the fourth with its frigid snow covered expanse, or the nineth with its boiling t

It had taken her well over three hours to make her way from the teleportation pad in Yōgan Village, out through the flaming fields of the ninth floor and into the sweat inducing areas within the walls of Knorilt Village. Nymoria had found the entire time of travel to be highly uncomfortable; warm enough to cause her to sweat with the smallest amount of exertion, enough so that she was extremely happy to have left the chest plate behind her. She couldn’t imagine trying to wander through the heats of the floor while wearing confining armour. And to think there would be players who tank, wearing

Her eyes passed over the various items she had laid out on the table and bed in the inn. A variety of snacks and other goods stacked nicely on the table, while her sabre and assorted accessories had been laid on the bed; her chest plate discarded and off to the side. She’d been meaning to sell the piece, but hadn’t quite come to terms with departing from it yet. Her assortment of goods and pieces reminded her of how little she actually owned in this game. She’d kept her items on hand small, due to her limited space and available storage. She’d been meaning to buy a house, at some point,

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Yes. The sign came instantly in response to the question, Nymoria’s eyes roaming the bookshelf just behind Salem. Her distraction lasted for only a few more seconds before she seemed to notice that she’d barely responded at all, a sudden colour coming to her cheeks as she rushed her fingers into motion, expanding upon her singular response with a more thorough explanation. Cardinal seems to come with an integrated translation software, allowing individuals of varying nationalities, and languages, to all come together and communicate as if they were speaking, and hearing or understanding, in th

Into the Fire [Quest] She’d been told that everyone who entered the frontlines, or who had a desire to help along the frontlines, had completed the quest. In fact, from what she’d heard, most of those still on the lower levels who were only just beginning their journey towards the frontlines had completed at least the first part of the quest itself. Nymoria hadn’t considered the quest previously, the few portions of information that she had gleamed about it making her think it was far beyond her skill set as it had stood. At least, when she had first learnt about the quest, she had consider

Musei had, at some point during her return trek down the mountainside, decided to appear from within the depths of her pocket where he had found comfort during the time she had spent working on the bracelet’s final creation. Stretching briefly, he had climbed down from her shoulder and begun rushing alongside her, enjoying the feeling of stretching his legs and walking on his own; his steps rushed in order to keep pace with Nymoria as the two of them continued along the trail. She watched, for a time, as he dashed into various areas and sniffed, bringing back whatever little trinket of i

A few more passing compliments were shared between Nymoria and the goddess, before Nymoria was given her leave. The experience had left her confused, paralysed in mind as she tried to understand what had occurred during her time with the goddess. She barely remembered compliments being passed on, as well as words of encouragement designed to inspire her in her chosen craft; words of encouragement that had both burned into her mind, and somehow been forgotten all at the same moment. The walk from the garden back to the entryway had been nothing more than a blur of motion that her eyes fail

Nymoria hesitated as she processed the request that had been placed before her by the goddess. She couldn’t quite come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t imagining it; at least no more than she was imagining the rest of the world around her. Her eyes flitted up to the goddesses’ face, checking for any signs of deceit, humour or anything that would show that the question was meant as a joke. When she found nothing, aside from a pleasant smile that awaited her response, Nymoria felt herself begin to panic in earnest. She hadn’t expected to create anything that would truly please the god

The hammer and pliers were replaced by small tweezers and various knives designed for trimming, reshaping and manipulating the flowers’ petals. Nymoria set to work carefully cutting and pulling away the pieces she required for the item she had in mind, shifting from flower to bracelet with a care and calmness that bespoke of someone determined in their craft. She knew, deep down in her heart, that she was no master artist, no famous individual who could create beauty from nothing. But that didn’t stop her from attempting to use the creation system to its fullest. Small adjustments to the

This should do, I think. The item in question was little more than a collection of small metal rods used within the garden, clearly containing some form of silver within their core, and yet an imperfect creation considering what Nymoria would have expected to find in the homes of the gods and goddesses. Shrugging away the indecisiveness that struck at her as she plucked the trio of rods from the garden – careful not to disturb the plants that they had once held in place, but long since been abandoned as they outgrew the supports – she moved to a nearby table, extracting her tools from within h