Nymoria

Well, I guess the plains would be less populated by animals, so maybe the woodlands are better? But what lives in these woods? I mean, I imagine there's your normal forest creatures, like...squirrels, and maybe chipmunks... She blinked as she came to a sudden stop, the stark realisation that she barely knew what sort of creatures would be found within the woods paused any thoughts she had on finding anything. She could feel herself blink, the motion slow as if she'd been dazed. Do I...really not know what lives in the woods? But...I've been... She had wanted to say that she'd been to the woods

The immediate area, at least, had turned up empty. Not that Nymoria had truly expected to find anything along the outskirts of the forest itself, especially with such a cursory glance over the area. Still, she found herself slightly disappointed by the emptiness that met her gaze. It's likely that they're all hiding, not out in the open. At least, if they're anything like real animals. Maybe I should stop and think about what I'm looking for, before I go hunting in the woods. I mean, really, what sort of companion do I want? She'd been excited by the prospect of finding just such a compan

Left alone once more, Nymoria did the only thing that she could do - move forward. Slowly, with a pain that reached into the depths of her heart, she turned away from the small camp and made her way towards a small collection of trees that seemed like the perfect place to start her search. She hadn't decided what sort of animal she would be hunting for - she'd seen everything from large wolves, right down to mice, as other player's companions. As she moved towards the forest, her thoughts shifted from the depressive reaction of being left alone, to the possible animals she could find in the ar

"-as th-r- s---th-ng - c--ld help you with?" Nymoria's gaze rose from the ground as she heard the voice, noticing for the first time the woman standing in front of her. She had no idea when the NPC had managed to approach, a fact that made her unease. Was I truly so careless that I lost sight of my surroundings? That's dangerous. Or did she sneak up on me? That's also dangerous...maybe I should look into some sort of system that could alert me? The NPC stared at her, clearly waiting for a response, and Nymoria found herself signing in response almost automatically. I'm looking for a wande

The sudden realisation caused Nymoria to laugh, the absolute ridiculousness of the idea bringing about a sense of limited joy in her otherwise mellow mood. It was entirely unreal to her, in many ways, to be considering how she'd never seen an image, when she was about to face what was likely a rendering - either poor in detail and design, or realistic and accurate - of what a wandering gypsy should look like. All it means is that I have no pre-existing conceptions, so whatever the woman looks like...I can accept it, without question. Isn't that the best way about it? I mean, if I don't know...

Her feet hurt. That was the one thing that seemed consistent in the game, no matter how often she walked somewhere. She knew, like most other players, that the game didn't actually cause any pain. It was designed only to provide input, but never to create anything that should harm the individual playing it, excluding the information that they'd been given at the opening announcement. That said, Nymoria had noticed - especially as of late - that her mind appeared to be filling in the pain where it should be felt, as if it was adjusting to reality. She wasn't sure whether to like that fact or no

The final player before her had stepped up and disappeared, and Nymoria felt her legs begin to shake as she took her place on the teleporter. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at the faces around her as she pulled her hands up to her chest, feeling the tightness as she struggled to hold herself together. She was sure she'd been standing there, silently for long moments before she spoke, and when she did the voice sounded alien to her hearing - barely audible, indecipherable; more of a vibration in her throat than a sound in her own ears. "Oorboos!" Even through her closed eyes she cou

The teleporter had been busy, an unsurprising situation if Nymoria was to be truthful. The main way in and out of the floor, she would have been more surprised to find it vacant and open for use, something that usually never happened no matter what time of day or night it was. Players were always moving between the various floors as they tried to continue their crawl upwards, even someone like Nymoria had a regular occasion to leave behind the town of beginnings in order to head upwards to the higher tiered areas. Although her reasons would likely vary from those of the players' around her.

Her breakfast finished, she'd collected her dishes and returned them to the tavern maid before leaving the inn behind. The sun was, as always, beating down with an intensity that was both warming and somehow overwhelming. Not that it was uncomfortable to her by any means, but Nymoria always felt like she needed to find shelter from it before she burnt, a side effect that she wasn't even sure could occur in this world. At least it's not always raining. That would be horrible, imagine! A bit of sunlight is nice, but too much is overpowering, a balance would be enjoyable. She squinted up towards

The inn's tavern was, as always, fairly empty when Nymoria had arrived. Not that she was complaining by any means. The less people within the area, the more comfortable she felt whenever she needed to communicate with the tavern maid at the time. She'd been staying long enough in the same inn, for better or for worse, that the maid had come to know the sight of her and her orders. It only took a few moments for her order to be prepared, and then Nymoria had returned to her room to consume the breakfast, as meagre as it was. Not that she was complaining, it was far better than some of the worse

It felt refreshing, if nothing else, to step out of the shower. A feeling that she had always enjoyed, even in the real world - the sudden stark chill that ran over her as she moved from the warmth of the water, to the normal room air; a feeling that always woke her fully, regardless of how tired she'd been moments before. She'd dressed quickly, not that she was worried about catching a cold - a thing that she was sure didn't exist the game, or at least she'd never run into such a thing - but rather from a feeling of embarrassment or worry. This says that there's a woman I need to find o

Feeding Your Enemy Quest It wasn't that she didn't trust the information, but Nymoria had been hesitant heading onto the second floor. She'd made some development with her own skills and capabilities, and yet somehow she still wondered if she wasn't stepping into territory that was beyond her own limits. The information had come earlier in the morning, a simple message from a broker that she had kept in contact with, one who had been more than happy to provide her snippets of information in exchange for easy money - money that, until recently, she had been short in hand. Her recently ad

Purchasing Spyglass (x3) | [800col] Use to reduce the number of posts required to search for a dungeon, familiar or field bosses by 5 posts. Effect lasts for one thread.

She'd been unaware of her surroundings once again, as she'd tried to hold back the tears - something that she was clearly doing a worse job than she had expected, as a number of people approached her. The voices, distant and indecipherable, had barely broken her out of her daze, and she turned to find a trio of players looking at her oddly. Startled, she reared back in sudden surprise, holding up pale hands in an attempt to placate them and wave them away. Her eyes had gone wide, and she was sure they were tinged-red by the tears she'd been fighting back. I'm fine! I'm fine! Her hands m

The notification came as she was making her way back down the alleyway, the item completed much sooner than Nymoria would've anticipated. She'd ended up turning around and making her way back to the shop, eyeing the cat idly as she waited for the attendant to appear once more. When the item in question was handed over, she gave a short bow and a sign of appreciation and thanks, before making her way back out and into the world beyond. She'd been meaning to get started on another adventure, and now that she had her piece she figured it was as good a time as any. Picking Up Item Hearing A

She watched in wonder as the man displayed what was, likely supposed to be some sort of sign language. Her head tilted to the side, confused for a moment before she burst out into a fit of laughter. Taking a pen and paper, she slid it across the table as he came back, a fit of giggles still taking over her ability to communicate. The page had a single sentence on it, roughly written and clearly jerked around as she laughed uncontrollably. System translates, simply watch fingers, hear words in head. As the man returned with her order, giving a rough version of a thank you, Nymoria gave a

Second Lessons [Nymoria] | The Third Lesson Quest The day had started about as well as Nymoria could've hoped. The inn room had been quiet, there'd been few people at the tavern, and those who had been there kept to themselves, only interested in their own small groups or individual selves. She'd even managed to order her food without any odd looks from the other patrons in the inn's tavern area, returning to her room to eat it in solitude. It had left her feeling both relieved, and somewhat empty inside as she realised the depressive nature of her actions. It's fine, so long as

She'd never before set foot on the twenty-second, and while it had been somewhat simple to find the smithy that she stepped into, she found herself stopping short at the appearance of the blacksmith. She'd expected to find the exact persona that worked the fires and anvil, and yet for reasons beyond her understanding, Nymoria found herself suddenly apprehensive and hesitant at approaching the man. It was only his sudden call that broke the spell of pause thrown onto her, giving her the courage to step fully into the smithy's shop. She waited, patiently, for the man to finish his work befo

The shop had been relatively easy to find, once she had made it to the right street. Oddly obscure from the exterior, the small ding of the bell above her upon entry drew her attention to a wonderful variety of items on display, the grandeur within the interior making Nymoria feel oddly out of place. Her eyes wandered over the various shelves and displays, taking in the sights of numerous designs and creations, certain that she could afford none of them. She moved to the counter, eyeing the cat upon it's surface with a wary look. She caught sight of the pile of papers, and a service bell

"Oh, you returned." While there was no direct malice in the comment, there was little in the way of welcome. Nymoria quickly produced the tusks, placing them on the counter in front of her, and receiving a simple nod in response to the action from the blacksmith. "Just leave them there, I use them or the hilts on new weapons. Now, what was it you needed? You've done this for me, so I can perhaps complete a simple task for you, assuming that it's not time consuming." She gave a quick wave of her hands, signing the reason she had originally come to the blacksmith's smithy in an abrupt mann

The urge to ask others rose within her, and she fought against the desire to open her friend's list. It was pitifully small, just a collection of basic player's who she could reach out to for information, or other basic needs. No one that she could really call a friend, and certainly no one that she could ask mundane questions of, if she was being truly honest with herself. If I messaged any of them with something so trivial... She figured at best, they would laugh at her. Although she wouldn't be surprised if it turned worse than that. It doesn't matter, anyways. It's just a silly though

Another burst of laughter left the guard's lips following Nymoria's declaration, and he gave her another pat on the head in response. "You shouldn't keep Lyle waiting, I've heard he has the rather grumpy temperament to him, so you don't want to keep him waiting too long! Best you head off and complete whatever task he sent you on, before the night falls. You and I can talk more next time you pass by, so long as you don't keep me waiting too long, yeah?" Nymoria gave a few movements of farewell towards Terin, thanking him for taking the time to talk with her and share his story. She quickl

"Ahaha, no, no! You've nothing to worry about. They've been locked up in the jail for the time being, awaiting trial. We'll handle them appropriately, so that they don't cause any more trouble for anyone." He'd placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair slightly in a way that would've annoyed her if it were anyone else in the world. Something about the nature in his movements, and the way he spoke to her, however, reminded her of a caring old brother - and she found herself smiling due to his response and touch. "We continue to make sure that the town is a safe place for everyone who comes a

"It's good to see you again, Nymoria! Have you been well?" His voice was calm and slow, the cadence a perfect match for her to follow even if the system hadn't augmented her hearing due to her attention. She gave a quick nod in response, hoping that it would be enough to prompt him to continue speaking. She'd learnt that it varied, sometimes he would launch into an explanation about his day, or his recent events, and sometimes he would need further prompting from her to push him onwards. Today, however, seemed to be a day where he was excited to share. "It just so happens that my day's been go

She paused at the gates as she came upon them, smiling as she saw Terin's form among the trio that awaited arriving players. As always, he greeted her with a calmness and welcoming presence that somehow put her at ease. She could see the looks of the other two, far more aggressive and snarling in comparison, even if they couldn't care less about Nymoria herself. She gave a short bow to the guard, before greeting him in her typical signing, the smile on her face a true feeling of happiness. It's nice to see you again, Terin. How have you been? The guard watched with an interested expressio