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Nymoria

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  1. She'd left the store as the sun had begun to drop in the sky, signifying that she had spent the entire day on the quest. She sighed softly as she realised any other plans she'd had for the day would be put on hold; she would only have enough time to find a place for dinner, and then return to the inn for the evening. Still, this is a big success. I shouldn't just...ignore it, right? I managed to do it all...and by myself too! I didn't have to rely on anyone. I didn't have to cause trouble...well, maybe a bit of trouble for Malachi. But that's what he's there for, right? Teaching us? She h
  2. The customers had, eventually shuffled from the shop and left Nymoria alone with Malachi once more. He had been quick to return to her side - a clear sign that his curiosity had been piqued by her work, at the very least. She picked up the hearing aid that she had created, showing the piece off to him as he eyed it. Seconds passed, and eventually he gave a nod in response to his view of the piece, his words coming shortly afterwards. "It appears to be an acceptable creation...although what exactly it does, is beyond my understanding. That being said, it's in working order and clearly a design
  3. The tinkering of the device had taken longer than Nymoria had expected. When she had finally completed it to a point where it was obviously working, she had looked up to find a rush of customers streaming out of the store - and a clock that clearly showed hours had passed since she had begun. Surprise had taken over her, and she glanced about trying to make sense of the changes that had occurred. Wow, I was really focused here...but it's done, I think. Plated and everything, and although it's not the prettiest piece...well, I made it. That's pretty important, I think! Now just to get the appro
  4. In response to the question, she removed the hearing aid that she had been wearing and placed it on the table. She began reshaping the thin metallic pieces that she had found, designing them in a similar form to the hearing aid that she had been wearing. She had, thankfully, learnt about the internal mechanisms of the device in the real world - a fact that had come about when she had run out of money and needed to repair the ones that she had purchased, as best as she could in between pay periods. Maybe one of those tragic life events is now going to pay off, even if only slightly. It's
  5. She held up the first gem to the light, looking over it as she checked for imperfections. The piece was far from perfect, but it was passable for what she wanted it for, at least. She turned her attention back to the other materials that she had put aside; the broken and damaged portions quickly chiselled away until only those that had an acceptable quality to them were left behind. She could feel the watchful gaze of Malachi behind her as she worked, the man hovering over her and studying her performance as she went. Nymoria chose to ignore him, allowing herself to be consumed by the wor
  6. She hadn't noticed her chisel tapping off the gem beneath her as she had been lost in thought. The outer areas had become scarred and dented by the consistent movement against it's surface, and Nymoria sighed as she grabbed a nearby piece of sandpaper to scratch away the indentations. She wasn't quite ready to toss the piece away yet, deciding that she would integrate it into her final product, even if she weren't going to use the entire form of it. It would be a waste...I wonder if I can use the other materials as well? Maybe I can combine them together in order to make an interesting pattern
  7. She was far from satisfied with how the piece had come out - the markings on it were irregular, scarring and ugly to the eye. Sighing softly, she placed it with the previous materials, grabbing another that had looked similar to it. A quick glance up had confirmed that Malachi was still busy with the customer that had arrived, showing them a number of pieces that Nymoria had glanced at earlier before realising they were well outside of her price range. She watched the man for a moment, eyeing up his stance and expressions, marking them in a corner of her mind for when she herself would have to
  8. A shift of the counter had caused her chisel to slide ever so slightly, and Nymoria found the piece she had so nicely cut away until that point ruined as the movement caused a large gash in the item. She frowned, not looking up from it as she put it aside and chose another of the gems. This one contained an almost purplish hue to it's inner core, giving it an amethyst like appearance to Nymoria's eye. She could see, out of the corner of her eyes, as Malachi strode to the front to greet and help a customer that had just arrived. Nymoria chose to pay no attention to it - it wasn't her store, and
  9. She took hammer and chisel in hand, and under the directions of Malachi - directions that were paired with an amount of sarcastic commentary and backhanded compliments - she began to reform the pieces. The first gem she chose - a golden grey looking rock that had little shine and sheen to it - had broken in half the moment she had placed hammer to chisel, and Nymoria had tossed the thing aside in obvious disgust. The action had, at least, obtained a satisfied grin from her mentor, and although she still disliked the man, she was pleased to at least see he appreciated her action. "Perhaps
  10. "Oh, you actually came back. I'm surprised by that, I won't lie." The way that he said it, even to Nymoria's poor hearing, was clear that he hadn't actually expected her to return. It made her wonder if he was simply sadistic, or if there were actually a number of possible artisan out there who simply...decided to avoid the career due to Malachi. Either way, it only lowered her opinion of the man who was about to become her mentor. Not that her opinion had been high to begin with. "So be it. I'll teach you the foundation of artisanal work, but you'll have to master and expand upon it from ther
  11. Nymoria glanced at the sabre in her hand as the shards of what had once been the boars spread into the sky around her. The attack had been a lot more powerful, the blade tearing through the simple creatures with ease and leaving her somewhat tired, but relieved at her success. She'd quickly glanced over the loot menu, confirming that she had gathered everything she'd come out for, before turning back towards the Town of Beginnings. Although she was reluctant to do so, she knew she had to return to the shop in order to complete the quest itself, where she would get some directions from Malachi
  12. The creatures had seen, or perhaps heard, Nymoria's approach. Even as she slashed out in a wide arc, trying to catch all three of the creatures in a single blow, she found her blade striking air where two of them had stood - only the middle creature took a strike hard enough to launch it backwards. Cursing silently to herself, she'd stepped backwards in the hopes of avoiding the attacks that she knew was coming - her armour deflecting the tusks of the two beasts that she'd missed, but their bodies causing her to stumble backwards into a tree. Ow! Ow! I'm okay...still, ow. Let's not do t
  13. With the shop left behind, Nymoria had made her way towards the gates of the Town of Beginnings, knowing that she would need to head out of the settlement in order to find anything she could use for crafting materials. The walk was quick - her inn and Malachi's shop relatively close to the gates themselves - and she found herself waving to the guard on duty only shortly after having left the store. The day was, as usual for this floor, clear of any overcast, with the sun warming her skin in a comfortable way. A slight breeze carried over the plains that spread beyond the Town of Beginning, and
  14. The shop was, in it's own way, very beautiful. So much so that Nymoria had found herself paused outside of it, staring in through the window at the various trinkets and jewelled pieces on display. Most of them carried a price tag that confirmed she couldn't afford a single thing from within, but it gave her pleasure just to look and imagine. Certain that she was going to bring attention to herself, she'd eventually made her way inside the small shop, greeted by a man that had the entire look and feel of someone born and bred for sales about them. She'd, barely, resisted the urge to shiver as h
  15. An hour later, after she'd finished pushing herself out of bed and getting something to eat, she'd made her way from the inn and into the busy alleyways of the Town of Beginnings. The late morning air had carried with it a sense of urgency as player and NPC alike hurried along their designated paths, heading for whatever menial task they had assigned to them for the day. Nymoria was careful to remain out of the way of the various passerby, focusing on her steps as she made her way towards the shop that would begin her training as an artisan. She'd reviewed what little details the quest ha
  16. Rain had always been among her least favourite, especially when it had reached the levels of the storms that currently swept through the Town of Beginnings. Normally, Nymoria would've found a place to lock herself into, the inn's room providing a measure of protection from the booming vibrations that would leave her shaking in response. Today, however, she'd been unlucky enough to be required to head out in the collection of various basic items - items that she knew weren't essential to her continued experience of the game, but no less important to her. Me and Musei, that is. The weasel
  17. She'd been staring at the spot where the rod had disappeared, trying to figure out if the system would allow her to dive after it or not. It was no surprise, that when the fish was pulled from the waters then, that Nymoria's only indication was a sudden vibration of the large thing hitting the dock's planks. She'd spun suddenly, concerned that one of the others had fallen into the water before she could dive after the rod, only to find them engaged with what appeared to be a large, aquatic beast. Her hand had moved towards the sabre at her hip, struggling to get a grip on the pink wrappi
  18. Perhaps it was fair to say that she'd become lost shortly after she'd left the Town of Beginnings itself. She'd found herself wandering along dirt path after dirt path, barely keeping the directional marker of the mini-map pointed in the right direction. Out of eventual annoyance, she had stopped looking at the thing. Not that she felt she could navigate her way any better without it, but it certainly wasn't doing her any good to try and keep her sight focused on it. She'd worn her regular clothing out on the trip - a basic set of black tights beneath a white collared shirt and school-like blu
  19. Not that she had, in any way, expected Musei to have any actual opinion on the question, but the silence stretching onwards as the two stared at each other simply made Nymoria sigh in exasperation. It was a decision that she was going to have to make on her own, as much as she may have wanted to avoid it. Well, it is your fault for deciding you needed to do this in the first place, so...just deal with it. She gave a quick swipe back in the menu, glancing over the options once more. Blacksmith is a no, immediately. Same with performer. That's...no. Appraiser...? No, that'd be too much like
  20. Profession...profession...why's it so hard to choose? It's not like the rest of my life is going to be designed around whatever profession I choose...so why is it so difficult to just...choose one? She'd scrolled over the various details of each profession numerous times, and although she'd read them each through with enough detail to almost have them memorised, she still felt like she was no closer to knowing what she wanted to do. The fact that she'd chosen to finally pick up a profession was one that still seemed like a questionable decision - she'd barely come to terms with her combative c
  21. The fishing rod was suddenly forced in her hands as the others made their attempts, leaving it to Nymoria to try where they had already failed. Almost immediately she felt a sudden shiver come over her as she glanced at the fishing rod, then at the others. She wasn't entirely sure what was expected of her, the majority of the details having been left out while the others had conversed. We're fishing up some...big fish? Well, I think I can...try that... She didn't feel confident in her abilities, to say the least, and although the one woman had shown some sign of recognition of the slower speak
  22. Familiar Obtainment Thread: Weasling the Truth Out Familiar Name: Musei Familiar Description: A miniature sized weasel which carries a birth defect, effecting it's ability to properly chitter and make vocal sounds. Although small in nature, he carries a fierce attitude, and is generally unwelcoming to those who approach with ill-intent or malicious behaviour. Familiar Image
  23. The woman was waiting by the fire, a distant look on her face as Nymoria had approached. She'd turned as soon as she noticed the player, the system likely informing her of the player's proximity and activating whatever associated response it would require for the coming completion of the quest. She'd glanced briefly at the small creature on Nymoria's shoulder, giving a slight nod in appreciation of it. Nymoria pulled out and handed back the small bag of treats, moving her hands in explanation as the wandering woman took it back. Thank you for the food. It helped to find and bring us together.
  24. She rose to her feet, slow and steady and careful not to disturb the weasel that had settled itself onto her shoulder. She could feel the tiny claws digging into the clothing, holding itself in place with a balance that Nymoria found somewhat amazing. She'd stored the remainder of the treats, remembering that the wandering woman had requested she return them to her once she had found and tamed a companion of her choice. She gave a quick sign with her hands, explaining to the small critter that they needed to head back into the plains quickly, and find the woman. I promised to return these. Sor
  25. The soft nuzzling at her throat made her spin around suddenly, the movement jerky with shock as Nymoria flailed slightly. She felt the claws dig into her clothing a bit more, and it took her a moment to realise that it had been the weasel attached to her front that had touched her. Feeling guilty, she reached down and gave the creature a light touch upon it's head, attempting to apologise through her own contact with the critter. It gave a small push back against her hand, one which felt almost welcoming and somehow accepting to Nymoria. Are you trying to tell me it's okay...? If you are
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