Nymoria

Almost immediately she'd come across another of the flowers that she had found before, the soft aura around it making it stand out against the grass ever so slightly. Far from powerful, it was only perceptible once she had noticed the flower among the other portions of the grass; a simple mechanism of the system designed to differentiate between simple flora that made up the landscape, and those pieces that could be of actual use to the player's living in the world. Still, it made it somewhat easier to find what she was looking for, and Nymoria gladly put the flower into her inventory. A

She wasn't surprised that the area held nothing else of worth to her. It was common of the areas near the starting areas; areas which had been picked clean long ago. Although the system recycled and reintroduced resources on a regular basis as soon as the areas were clear of players, it wasn't able to repopulate everything all at once - which meant that over time, certain areas would be sparse than they had been prior to the arrival and sweeping movements of the players that now called Aincrad home. It left some areas bare, regardless of how few players may traverse them now. I just need

Through pure luck, more than any actual skill in her search, Nymoria had found the first of the required ingredients. It was a simple thing, a plant which contained purple flowers and looked similar to an iris, but it's shine reminded Nymoria of the fact that it was useful in crafting various goods, especially potions. Stashing the item away in her inventory, she rocked back onto her heels, breathing heavily from both the exertion of searching through the grasses, as well as the emotions that had been roiling through and over her. Come on, focus on what you're doing. This isn't helping.

She'd waved at Terin, the guard at the gates leading out of the town as she'd passed by on her way out of Tolbana. She hadn't seen the NPC in quite some time, and although she remembered him fairly well - he'd always been nice to Nymoria, patient with her when she tried to communicate, far more than any of the other guards she had run into in the town - he seemed oblivious to who she was; as if she was just another face in the many passing by. He likely sees hundreds of players every day...not to mention all the other NPCs that pass through and around. Why would he remember me? She cut o

Nymoria felt herself torn between sighing, and rolling her eyes. The quest had been simple enough when she'd read the details on her walk through the town, a simple gather and retrieve from the description, but hearing it from the man's voice somehow made it all the more lame. Could be worse, could be one of those quests where you need to go talk to everyone, and run around gathering information before moving on to the next location or group. Stupid intel quests. "If you're interested in submitting an order, I would need you to gather the materials for it - ah, I'll even throw in a bit of

The marker had appeared at some point during the tail end of her conversation with Dorian, and although Nymoria hadn't noticed it until she had turned away from the man's form, she had found it immensely helpful in locating the small building that belonged to the individual she was supposed to meet there. Nymoria was far from new to dealing with NPCs, and yet for some reason she found herself hesitating at the edge of the doorway into the shop. The smell of various alchemic materials wafted out through the doorway, assailing her nose as she tried to urge herself onwards. Come on, it's no

Silence stretched for a few seconds, as if the NPC was awaiting some sort of response or input from Nymoria. The longer it stretched, the more certain she was that she was supposed to do something in order to continue the conversation, and eventually she found herself giving a slight wave of her hand, a harsh twitch in her face speaking to the pain she felt at the movement. There was no physical pain to it, but a harsh reminder to Nymoria that she couldn't carry the conversation as others might have, answering in kind to the questions and commentary the mayor provided. "Right, if you are

Ha-! Yo- th-r-! S-p pl--e!" Nymoria turned at the sudden sound, her eyes widening as she saw the well put together gentleman, somewhat out of breath, chasing after her. She couldn't help but swear at herself, wondering how long he had been following her and she hadn't noticed. She didn't, however, have time to truly focus on her own self-loathing as the man continued speaking; Cardinal clearly not caring about the limitations it's player base may have been facing. Nymoria focused her eyes on the man's face, watching the movement of the lips - a trick that she had noticed helped her when she wa

Tolbana. It had been some time since Nymoria had been to the large town on the first floor. Somehow, the place wasn't nearly as welcoming as it had once been. Maybe it was just her perception, or perhaps it was just the way in which the few players she could see almost seemed to display the emotions that she felt within herself. Whatever the reason was, Nymoria found herself skulking away from those few players that she passed, sliding out of their view before they could consider attempting to talk to her. She hated the feeling, as if she was a criminal avoiding some sort of law enforcement, b

Statblock Storeroom Equipment (Stored) Weapons Tealeaf Blade [Rapier | Tier 1 | Damage I] Beginner's Sabre [Rapeir | Tier 1 | Accuracy I] Nymoria's Sabre [Rapier | Tier 1 | Damage II] Silence [Rapier | Tier 3 | Bleed I | Keen II] Rare Weapon {4} | [Tier 3] | ID229279, 229421, 231063, 231065 Perfect Weapon {1} | [Tier 3] | ID229080

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Artisan Forager [1,204/1,279 EXP] Rank 7 - High Mentor Artisan: Able to craft Tier 7 equipment. 8 crafts per day. Crafting Buffs Aphrodite’s Magnifier [Crafting Tool. Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop.] Custom Ambition Tool [Crafting Tool. Effect: Gain +1 bonus crafting EXP for each crafting attempt.] Atelier (Extended Workshop) [+2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt & +1 crafting attempt per day.] Rank 7 CD [1] = Critical Fail (Lose m

Skills 6/165 Skill Points Sword Arts [x12] ST-I (12 10 EN) | A single-target sword art. [x15] ST-II (15 13 EN) | A powerful single-target sword art. Only available for use when ST-I was used and successfully struck an enemy the previous turn or if ST-II had been used and had missed the previous turn. [x20] ST-B (20 18 EN) | A devastating single-target sword art. Can only be used if the sword art used the previous turn is not ST-B and had rolled a natural CD9+. When performing an AoE attack, this CD check applies to only

Username: Nymoria (Commonly Nym) Real name: Nimori Ashigawa Age: 28 > 30 (June 7, 1994) Gender: Female Height: 158cm (5.18ft) Complexion: Pale Defining Features: Freckles, single scar under right ear. Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Light Brown with Pink Highlights Country of Origin: Japan Profession: Artisan / Forager Once there was nothing more than silence, but now hope finds a way to be heard...