Nymoria

Nymoria let out a breath as the final form of the snapdragon exploded in front of her, the knife’s blade still held upwards in the stabbing motion she’d taken to end the thing’s existence. She felt herself grin slightly, before turning to wave at Nemo. Her hands moved in a simplistic pattern as she signed towards him her own thoughts, happy to state them outwardly towards someone else. Knife works much better than sabre. Closer. Cleaner. Easier to hold. Nemo seemed to beam in response, his excitement likely nothing more than a pre-determined response from Cardinal’s coding within his mind

Footsteps carried her into their midst, her body ducking as one of the snapdragons reacted quickly to her presence and shifted to swarm her. She brought up her blade, deflecting the tiny claws before digging into its side and forcing it to retreat from her. A quick, controlled flurry of slashes caught the other three as they approached, leaving two bleeding from their sides and all four hovering around her in hesitation as they tried to find a way to close in on her. Nymoria could see Nemo in the near distance, standing off to the side and watching with a small look of concern upon his fa

She’d rested enough, and with the consent of Nemo, Nymoria had decided that it was time to push her luck once more. Forcing herself to her feet, she drew the dagger from the sheath on her thigh, testing the blade’s weight once more. It’s a lot closer to the enemy than the sabre ever was…but it’s lighter and faster. That gives me an advantage… She knew it was a dangerous tactic – she would need to get inside the reach of the enemy, strike them, and then retreat all without getting struck in retaliation. It had been what she’d been doing with the sabre though, and although her first fight had be

The potions restored a fair amount of Nymoria’s health, and yet she still felt woozy on her feet. Post battle adrenaline depletion…I should take a moment to sit and recover. That was…an ordeal. She knew the voice in her head was right, and settled herself down onto the ground as she considered her next step. She knew it would be a few moments before she was ready to return to the field of battle – and she knew that she wasn’t going to try and engage the Nymphs again; their toxicity had proven deadly for her alone. ’Well, the snapdragons have been getting a bit populated…I guess they could

Nymoria blinked. The Orchids had erupted into a shower of sparks and shards as they disappeared, leaving her standing alone in the field and wondering exactly how lucky she’d been in her moment of finality. She’d expected, in all reality, to have been taken down by the Orchid group as soon as she’d felt her body tense up and lock in place; yet she stood, knife in hand and staring at the empty field around her in a mixture of confusion and relief as she realised that she was not only still alive, but had defeated the group of Nymphs with another strong stroke. ’Wow, I was really worried th

She opened her eyes, noticing that almost immediately that she was alive – and that the Orchids had apparently chosen to remain distant from her form. A fact that Nymoria felt was a blessing, as much as a confusing moment. She felt her body release from the paralysis that had held it still for the few, long seconds. Shaking herself off, she repositioned herself slightly away from the Orchids, eyeing them as she recognised the danger that they presented. She’d over estimated her capabilities, which had almost gotten her killed – and she’d felt a small measure of fear towards that realisation.

Nymoria felt herself freeze in place as the toxins coursed through her; one of the Nymphs having managed to catch her off guard right after she’d torn through them all. The dagger in her hand had stopped halfway through the completion of its arc, and Nymoria could see as the group of Nymphs eyed her, knowing that she was helpless in the moment. She felt a single moment of fear course through her as she realised the sudden danger she was in, and the fact that she had done this to herself. Maybe…maybe they’ll be too afraid to approach? Nymoria knew she was being overtly optimistic, but if s

The garden was the same as it always was, but as Nymoria glanced through the entryway and into the area beyond, she had an odd feeling that something within it was entirely different. Nothing major, she knew, but a small change that either Cardinal or Nemo had made, a change that would go unnoticed by most if they didn’t know to look for it. I wonder what it could be…should I ask Nemo? He’d probably be excited to explain it all to me, most likely. Maybe a bit later, though. Any thought of bringing the topic up to Nemo disappeared as she glanced out over the fields and stopped what she’d c

The path before them shifted, and Nemo led them off the regular beaten down walkway that spanned the forest and onto a small animal trail that led into the true depths of the woodlands. Nymoria pushed passed branches and bushes as she followed along behind Nemo, the scratching of the needles and wood along her digital form feeling almost realistic in the current setting. ’We should be almost there, I think!’ Nemo turned to talk to her, ensuring she could see his face when he spoke. Nymoria gave only a nod in return, content to follow along behind the NPC until they reached the entryway th

Nemo nodded, smiling to himself as the topic turned towards his one true love. Nymoria listened, somewhat, as he rattled on about the various changes in flora, fauna, and the general environment. Time passed them slowly as he spoke, his excitement only growing as he added more and more – apparently excited that she didn’t stop him mid sentence at any point in frustration, annoyance, or boredom. She found herself happy, or at least some form of content, at his happiness. She couldn’t help but wonder how many people actually spoke with the man, listened to what he had to say. Most probably ignor

Nymoria stayed only long enough to ensure no further bandits were rushing in from behind, before moving atop and down the other side of the sand dune. She still felt rattled from Acanthus’s actions, and although the woman had, in a way, apologised for what she’d done – something about it had felt hollow to Nymoria. Words that had been spoken, but only for the intent of turning attention away in the moment, so that they could continue on with their business. Maybe she actually meant it…? Her thoughts were torn away as Ryo’s voice reached her, broken at first until she glanced in his direc

These are perfect, thank you Ciela. Nymoria signed as she picked up the items, throwing a quick smile to the woman behind the counter moving about frantically. She stayed only a few seconds before making her way out of the shop - and more importantly out of Ciela's way. - Nymoria collects; Bacon Cheese Turnover | T1 Perfect Snack | Prosperity III | ID: 242006 [desc.] Crispy, golden pastry filled with smoky bacon and melted cheese, with a small topping of caramelized onion for extra flavor. Raspberry Almond Danish | T1 Perfect Snack | LD III | ID: 242007 [desc.] Butter

Nymoria followed along beside Nemo, enjoying the natural environment that they had been wandering through for the last few moments. The nearby trees seemed to give off an almost rich aroma, and Nymoria found herself thinking of a long forgotten drink that she had once had when travelling the country. ’It’s rather wonderful in its own way, isn’t it? The smell, I mean.’ Nemo had, apparently, learnt to wait to speak until Nymoria was facing him, where she would be able to see his mouth move and better register the words. She smiled as she glanced at him, before turning her attention back to

Nature's Treasure She’d spent far too many days tracking down and finding Nemo. It was almost becoming an obsession, Nymoria felt. It was with that awareness that she’d stepped off the platform of the third floor’s teleporter pad, and walked down onto the main avenues of the settlement’s many streets. It was as busy as one could expect an early morning to be; various NPCs and players moving through small crowds towards their eventual destinations. Nothing out of the ordinary, and yet Nymoria felt as though she was somehow the central focus of all the eyes that turned towards her. Sha

’It’s always good to have you come visit! I do hope that you’ll return again soon, it does get a bit…well, you know the whole bit.’ Nemo waved a hand, as if trying to wave away the loneliness that had been evident upon his face. Nymoria knew that it was as much his programming, his way of drawing an excuse for people to return time and again, and yet she found herself wondering if it wasn’t something more. Once again she’d seen a small flicker of something in Nemo during her adventure within the garden, and she couldn’t help wondering if there wasn’t something…less robotic, less code, about th

She sheathed the sword for good, deciding she could at least inspect the various areas before making her way back out towards civilisation. Nemo followed along beside her, watching as she swept through the higher grasses, letting her hands linger upon their tickling form as she smiled suddenly. ’It’s a relaxing place, all things considered, no?’ He seemed to guess what she was thinking, and Nymoria found herself nodding along to his words, her eyes focused on his face even as they seemed to gaze into the distance beyond. She let her mind wander slightly, wondering what this world would h

She let out a breath as she was left alone, aside from Nemo, in the field. The sabre hung by her side, a large crack upon its blade just shy of the hilt. Nymoria stared at the indentation with a mixture of disappointment, sadness, and frustration, knowing that the weapon would need significant repair and maintenance before it would be useful once more. She had no one but herself to blame for it, and that only made her more frustrated at the fact that it had happened to begin with at all. I should know better. I should take care of my things, and ensure that they’re in proper working ord

The sabre managed to snare two of the wolves, sending them into the sharded nothingness that was their final resting place once brought down and destroyed. The remaining two leapt backwards, struck by the blow and barely making it back alive – for the moment. Nymoria gave them a chance to retrace their steps briefly, testing to see if they would retreat into the distance, or maintain the presence of attack that they had kept up until this moment. She wasn’t surprised when they began circling her, taking a moment to look for any openings upon her defences that would allow them to strike her mor

Damn it! Nymoria cursed herself as the blade felt off in her hands, the imperfection’s knowledge doing as much to put her strikes and movements off as the actual damage to the blade was limiting it in any way. As the first impact slammed into her, Nymoria felt herself pushed backwards, the second set of claws tearing into the front of her digital form as she strove to right herself. This is no good, focus on bringing them down. The issue with the blade won’t be an issue anymore if you’re dead. It wasn’t much of an inspirational thought, but it was enough to force Nymoria into motion, brin

She settled back into the heels of her feet as she came to a rest, the final wolf struck down and Nymoria feeling less and less confident in her ability to face the creatures that seemed almost on par with her own agility and dexterity. She swung the sabre in her hand, feeling the weight of it imbalanced, and wondering if there was some imperfection with the weapon suddenly. Her eyes travelled the length of the blade, finding exactly what she was looking for after a few cursory glances, and a measure of distaste entering her throat. Look at how poorly I’ve treated you, an actual indentati

Nymoria stopped on the spot and stared at Acanthus as the woman first explained the inability to feel fear, then turned into torturer became executioner before her very eyes. She felt her own eyes go wide as her expression changed to one of fear-inspired surprise, and she remained still and unmoving as Acanthus terminated the man before her with an almost casual composure. What the- Nymoria’s mind snapped to present as she began moving, standing beside Acanthus with a look of concern, and something darker upon her face. Her sabre trembling in her left, as her right quickly signed out her

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Her sabre danced around as she attempted to bring down the pack of wolves and free herself from the calamity of fur, tooth and nail that attempted to overwhelm her defences. Shards exploded as first one wolf, then another and another finally exploded into nothingness, and Nymoria found herself standing before only one of the creatures that she had originally charged towards. Even this one had marks upon it now, where her wild assault had managed to scrape away a small portion of its health, leaving it breathing heavily as the two of them stared each other down. A quick flick of the rapier

A side step and a shift allowed one of the wolves to sweep passed her entirely unhindered, neither Nymoria nor it landing a blow as they nearly collided. She could feel the ruffling of the fur as it passed her, and a momentary pause in time occurred before she was launched back into the chaos that was conflict. The rapier moved in her hand, flying outwards to stab towards a wolf, only to find herself pulling up short as the blade sunk into its shoulder. She grappled the hilt and wrenched it backwards, slicing upwards and outwards – managing to cut across two of the others before settling back

I think I’m going to head back and see if I can’t find any more wolves. Her sign was sudden, and she could tell she caught Nemo off guard as she pushed herself into a seated position, before standing from the ground. She took a moment to stretch, a pointless activity in her opinion, but one that felt natural and required. She felt the sabre bounce slightly against her hip, and a frown crossed her face as she glanced down at it, her mind going back to the fight that had occurred between herself and the first pack. ’I do believe I saw some over to the south a bit! They looked a little more