Nymoria

Nymoria had leaned against the wall as Jae had disappeared within the Alchemist’s small shop; the wavering smoke billowing out into the street in a soft reminder of the foolishness she’d faced within the walls long ago. Was it long ago? Everything feels…long, and yet not long… She brought herself back to the moment, ignoring the drifting of her mind as she scowled at the words from Wulfrin. Somehow she’d missed the wedding, and everything associated with it – but she wasn’t about to give him the answer of her failure to attend. Instead, she turned towards the secondary topic at hand, dec

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Rapier [Rank 5] Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Stamina, Precision, Ferocity, AOE Specialist SP Incurred Towards Limit: 30 SP Refunded: 50 Cost: 50,000

Nymoria bowed as the weapon was presented, once again made in spectacular time and with expertise craftsmanship. She gave a soft smile as she picked up the dagger, flipping it around in her hand a few times before nodding. Beautiful. You always make perfect items. Thank you. She tucked the weapon away, before departing from the store, content with her purchase and assured that she would return for anything else she might need in the future. - Picking Up; Kamoku | T4 Perfect Weapon (Dagger) | ACC II | BLD I A simple tanto styled dagger that contains a pink leather wrap u

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I must be imagining it. It’s not like an NPC can actually feel any connection to us. Not really. Not like a real person would. It’s just…imaginary. She considered the words, wondering if it were what she truly felt, or simply what she was trying to convince herself of in the moment. She’d seen, through her various experiences, the way in which some NPCs appeared almost more human, more real, than their more basic counterparts. Nemo was one of those, for certain. And even the most basic of NPCs have begun to adjust, to change, to become something…more…They’re not just absent beings that are pro

Nymoria settled onto the ground fully, letting her head rest against the dirt and closing her eyes in order to turn away from the rest of the world. She knew that she should’ve been proud of everything she’d just accomplished, everything she’d accomplished so far, and yet she just felt empty in the moment. As if she’d done nothing more than woken up for the morning, and failed to rise out of her blankets. She could feel her face scrunching into a frown, and tried to force it away. Am I never going to escape this? Am I never going to be free of all this self loathing, self-doubt? Am I never goi

Good day. It has been a while. Nymoria waved, before greeting the shopkeep and main merchant. She deposited a collection of items before herself, smiling sheepishly before further signing towards the blonde that owned the merchant's shop. I have been collecting these items without knowing what to do with them. I would like to sell them all, and any profit you make you can keep. - For Junk Sale 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]

A single step forward and she stabbed into the form of Glorn, the blade piercing through a portion of Glorn’s shoulder and forcing the limb to fall numbly to his side. A look of confusion seemed to cross the warchief’s face, before Nymoria stepped forward and shoved the blade through the other shoulder – right where it connected with the arm itself – before twisting it and severing the limb, letting it fall to the ground. She stepped forward once more, slashing across his throat, before standing back and staring at the figure. Choke on your own blood. She signed the words without a single

Nymoria passed through the entryway to the shop with a small bound in her step. Things had been changing for her, and as she'd begun to notice the changes in herself, she knew that she needed to change more than just her internal self. Hello again. I was hoping that you could assist me with a new order. You do amazing work, and I hope that I can continue using your craftsmanship. She signed towards the blacksmith as soon as he appeared before her. She smiled, passing across a small list of details she'd designed as well as a simple drawing. Do you think this would be plausible? -

Nymoria had struck the Lich thoroughly, tearing into it and sending it flying from the skiff that it had been using for mobility. A necessity for the thing that became clear moments later, but not before it found itself under the hailing assault of Freyd’s humours battering; a call to attention that made the Lich glare daggers at the shadow homed man, and yet unable to do anything but sling insults back towards her compatriot. Against her better willpower, Nymoria found herself giggling at the scene playing before her; a sand covered, pride wounded Lich hobbling back to its skiff in a manner t

As the final wolf disappeared, Nymoria felt herself collapse to the ground. Her health bar glowed above her, reminding her of just how close she had come to the end. But I survived, so there’s that… The thought was a mere bandage upon the concern that she had growing inside her during the fight. She’d survived this time, but she’d been reminded of just how quickly it could all be taken away. ’Are you okay? I was getting a bit worried about you, but look! You pulled through!’ Nemo’s grin hid the majority of the concern that would’ve shown on any normal person’s face, although Nymoria could

Luck was not necessarily in her favour, although Nymoria found she at least couldn’t complain in the current moment. One more of the wolves was cut down, but as the fourth and final retreated out of her reach, she found herself locked into a game of chase that would quickly tire her out if she let it linger longer than required. Every step forward she took, the wolf ensured to take two backwards, knowing that it was barely within reach of escaping her grasp – not that Nymoria was ready to let that happen. Stop running away you coward, come back here and fight me! She wanted to scream at i

Relief came as two of the wolves exploded beneath her assault, giving her a minor amount of breathing room. It was darkened as one of the wolves latched its teeth upon her wrist, holding the sabre aside as it clawed across her chest and shoved her backwards. She managed to pull her hand and blade from its grip only by wrenching it forward with her, causing it to release her in an attempt to maintain its own footing – a fact that she was thankful for, knowing how dangerous it could be to lose an entire limb. This is going to be close. I need to end these two now. Her eyes darted between th

Chaos erupted as Nymoria dove into the wolves. Teeth clashed with blade, and she could feel the reverberations as she dodged, deflected and slashed outwards with her own weapon. She wasn’t entirely sure where the mass of fur and moss began, and where her own form ended as she engaged with the pack. Seconds passed, seemingly lasting forever in Nymoria’s central focus on the conflict that carried her forwards, before she was out and beyond the forms of the wolves. Small trickles of digital blood covered her, a sign that she had been struck during the entire encounter. A quick glance up at h

’Shall we start with the wolves?’ Nemo waved a hand towards the distance pack of wolves that blended nicely with the flora surrounding them. Even from this distance, Nymoria could see the moss covering that gave them their name; more importantly, she could see the vast numbers of them ranging the fields, making a prime target for her daily cleansing that might become a ritual. ’As you can see, they have…populated a bit more than the last time you had visited…I would almost say they’re out of control, if I were to be entirely honest with you…’ The sheepish smile he gave confirmed for Nymor

’Yes, I guess it would make sense that adventurers would be used to travelling!’ Nemo laughed at the obviousness of the situation and statement, before shaking his head and waving a hand towards the storm. ’I have a feeling it will be long gone, or not yet hit, by the time you’re done in the garden today.’ Nymoria glanced at Nemo, trying to figure out the meaning behind the sentence. She wasn’t sure if he had any real connection with the weather patterns, or anything else that occurred across Aincrad, and yet he somehow seemed certain of his declaration. Then again, why wouldn’t he be ce

’need to….ay….of….his…’ Nymoria could barely hear the words as she darted around blade, club, shield and pole in an attempt to remain untouched by the bandits that had just arrived. Acanthus had done an excellent job stunning at least a part of the group – the part that Nymoria had allowed past her, while she focused on hindering the remainder for the other two to have some space to operate. She’d spied, out of the corner of her eye, as Ryo brought down one of them with a strong strike, and she skipped to the side slightly to put herself closer to the stunned group, while maintaining a blockad

Acanthus had turned away, and although Nymoria was watching the use of the skill to lighten up the air with an air of curiosity and wonder, she could see the softly spoken redirection of her friend. A small smile crossed her face, quickly wiped away as a group of bandits made their presence known – either drawn by the light, or simple bad luck as they’d continued to delve into the tunnels beneath the area. Whatever the reasoning, Acanthus strike them down with precision, leaving the group to carry on without hindrance or concern – or, at least Nymoria assumed. Acanthus is correct. That is

Morningstar continued to press his assault against the war chief, his blade soaring through the sky causing a shift in colour as it moved. Nymoria watched it flow through the air, before cleaving through axe and body. A rush pulsed through her as she felt her body soft forward in response to the scene in front of her, and Nymoria find herself dashing towards the war chief once more. Now. Go. Kill him. Kill him! Kill them all! She drew her blade backwards, bringing it into a ready position in preparation to stab outwards. Her eyes flicked between Morningstar and the war chief as she readie

Everything fell apart instantly. Nymoria watched as the bandit tore through its former companion, leaving nothing but a body behind. She’d drawn her sabre during the initial confrontation, but as everything sudden erupted, she found herself pausing. Acanthus had leapt forward, slamming her blade into the bandits and cutting through them with a ferocity that was clearly driven into muscle memory with time. Even Ryo reacted, tossing Cassim behind them and then rushing to help Acanthus. Something’s not right, still… Nymoria glanced about, noticing suddenly as another group of bandits appeare

Nymoria waited as the pair switched out their gear, exchanging their more combative setups for something simple. She considered her own position and capabilities, before deciding to remain in her current setup – combative focused, but more than provisional for anything she would need to face, in the current moment. Nodding to herself, she stepped towards the exit of the tavern once Acanthus had spoken in confirmation of their preparation to head out, holding the door open for the other two before passing through herself. South? South it is. Nymoria smiled before turning towards a more sou

They were beginning to falter, Nymoria could see that even without turning her head to the reality of it all. Morningstar’s most recent attack had missed – just barely, but enough to cause them to stumble as the fight continued. Nymoria knew, somewhere in her mind, that she was outclassed in comparison to the giant hulking figure of the warchief. She knew that she couldn’t face it alone – and yet, she didn’t seem to care. Not in the moment, at least. It doesn’t matter. You don’t matter. None of it matters. You. Don’t. Matter. The words were enough to force her back into the fight, a silen

Nymoria laughed and shook her head, before answering in sign to the assumption. No, no. Simply wondering if I am going to get drenched in rain on the way home. It looks like it will be a big storm, and if I return when it is still raining, it could be cold and wet. Nemo seemed to pause and think about her commentary for a moment, before smiling himself and nodding in sudden understanding. Clearly it had escaped his mind that she had to walk all the way back to the town, and during a storm would be less than enjoyable. The two walked on in silence for a few steps, before he suddenly looke

’A lot has happened since you last visited! Thanks to you, the snapdragon population was significantly stunted – not to worry, there’s still lots of them, and they’re thriving as well as ever! The wolves have taken a bit of a bulge in their own population, as you know, but I’ve managed to introduce a new…’ Nymoria smiled as she walked along, listening to Nemo explaining the various changes he’d made, the adjustments to small pieces of the garden, and the general tweaking that went into ensuring it continued to thrive. In a way, it was interesting to watch his excitement about the most miniscul