Nymoria

Nature’s Treasures: Little Eden The last time she’d been to the first floor, it had felt overcrowded and overwhelming. Individuals had rushed in every direction, attempting to get somewhere or make something of themselves in the momentary crisis that followed. Nymoria could still remember the silence that had stretched, intermittently mingled with flowing sounds, somehow washing over her and sweeping her into an arc of terror that she couldn’t quite explain to anyone else. It had been a rush of emotions, and she had wanted nothing more than to leave the floor behind and never return.

Nymoria wandered into the building, her confusion aplenty as she spied the bookshelves, books and general atmosphere that one would expect to find within a library. Essentially, anything other than a merchant's shop. Locating the merchant themselves was both difficult, and easy, however as he tried to shoo her away, she opened her inventory and dumped a load of items in front of him, signing slowly. All Tier 3 can be sold. Or you keep. Tier 4 armour or shields sold, or you keep. If Trinkets give Holy Blessing, I want. If weapons give Static or Absolute Accuracy, I want. Everything else sold. U

Nymoria grinned at the response she received from the joke, feeling a flush of excitement as the two of them shared in her humour; even if it wasn’t the roaring, full body laughter she’d seen others erupt into following a strong joke. She could feel a wash of pride as she thought about it all, locking the memory into her mind for future return. Turning back to the topic at hand, however, she noticed the discussion moving towards the payment of col to retrieve the man they had been sent for, and she felt herself squirm slightly. The amount was large, that much was for certain, but she kne

Nymoria had stumbled onwards as the other two had come to a halt, entirely oblivious to their lack of presence at her rear. When she had noticed – nearly a dozen steps later – she’d turned with her hand on her hilt in sudden surprise and concern, before noticing the simple action that the two had partaken in. She found herself shaking her head slightly, a smile upon her face, as she thought of the ludicrous reaction she’d had this close to the walls of the village. Still, it’s good to be on guard…what if they had been in danger? At least you’d be prepared to face it, for what that’s worth. The

Ellesmera was much as it always was; busy and filled with passing NPCs, players and assorted others that found their businesses somewhere within the walls. Nymoria had moved through the crowd with relative ease, the shadowed, smoky fox at her feet causing many to give her a wide berth as she moved towards them. They’d passed through a number of streets already, Shokan leading her towards some unknown destination. No matter what she’d asked of the creature, no response had come, and after a time she’d given up even trying to get anything from them. Oh, we’re here? The first thought that

Should we head home? The fox gave a swish with three of its tails in response to Nymoria’s question. She hadn’t entirely figured out the way it responded to her, not like she had understood Musei, but she was fairly certain that the three tails swishing was an agreement with her idea. Smiling towards the fox, she decided to ask her next question without waiting until they’d returned to civilisation. Should we pick up something to eat on the way back, for dinner? Another trio of swishes, and this time Nymoria had a stronger feeling that there was an agreement there – the strength of the s

The remaining Treant retreated further as Nymoria chased after it, drawing her further and further away from the original position of conflict. She chased it for a few moments, before deciding she’d had enough of the game. Turning on the spot, she rushed off towards the right, eyeing the thing as it seemed to slow and stop, watching her retreat for a few seconds, before starting to make its way back towards its fallen friends. That’s…odd. Definitely a first. She shrugged away the thought before returning back towards it and cutting it down from behind, the Treant noticing at the last se

She leapt around the tree and raced away from the pair of Treants that had attempted to come from behind, putting obstacles in their way that only slowed them down even further. They’d planned their second ambush well, however, and Nymoria found herself once more leaping to the side as a pair of branch arms came colliding into the ground before her, causing dirt and dust to flow into the air where she had once been standing. A quick spin around, and she’d brought down two more of the Treants, before turning to face the final two remaining. A quick dash in, upward slash, and they should be

The dash forward had put the large Ents off their balance, and given Nymoria the chance she needed to lash out and cut into the group as a whole. She could see flakes of bark falling off and away, leaving behind traces of red marks where she had managed to cut deep into them. One of the tree cousins leaked a yellow substance that could have been sap; a rendition of the blood liquid that would appear on most creatures. Her extravagant attack had come at a cost though, and Nymoria had been launched backwards into an actual tree as one of the Treant’s responded to her slashing by slamming on

Questions had continued to circle around within her mind, until Nymoria felt like she would never escape the complex interrogation that was unattainable, unanswerable, with her current information and awareness. Striving for a measure of peace, she had found herself leaving behind the city of Ellesmera, and travelling through the woodlands in search of some measure of solitude and peace from everything. Foolhardy, perhaps, but with Shokan at her feet she had felt confident in her departure from civilisation. It was the foolhardiness of confidence that had led her beyond the safety of the city’

The resounding shockwave that the giant of a man had unleashed caused Nymoria to slam into the ground, rather uncomfortably if she were being entirely honest. It wasn’t enough to break her focus, however, and she found herself rolling to the side as another strike landed nearby. Leaping to her feet, she checked herself over quickly before preparing to rush back into the fight – stalled only as Morningstar beat her to the punch and cut away a section of the warchief’s torso. Fine. I. Am. Fine. She signed aggressively, her fingers and hands moving in chopping motions as she spelled out t

Nymoria flicked her gaze around as Acanthus spoke to the NPC. Her one, small blessing in the situation being that she didn’t have to listen to the monologue that the individual provided, if she simply turned her attention anywhere but directly at him. Her eyes passed over the crowd, taking in the collection of various NPCs and players finding luxury and relaxation away from the sun’s heat. She smiled at the thought of the normalcy of the entire situation, before her attention was pulled back to the moment with Acanthus rising, and Ryo looking sour about something that Nymoria had missed.

The Lich had managed to absorb a portion of her strike – and yet she could see it withering slightly in response. While it seemed to open its mouth in what Nymoria could only assume was a cackling sound, she saw Freyd across from her preparing…something. She watched in confusion, staring between him and the creature before them, as she lined herself up for her own follow-up strike. What’s that? She felt her eyes glide down slightly towards the saucer like instrument that the creature hovered on, an idea forming in her head even as she smiled slightly in response to the realisation. She co

The meeting with the queen had left her with lots to think about, and as Nymoria had made her way from the queen’s court room, she had found herself wondering if there wasn’t more to the entire scene that had played out before her. She’d seen sorrow, horror and fear in the queen’s eyes when she’d spoken – well hidden, perhaps, but there nonetheless. It had been a change from the confident woman who had first fought for Nymoria’s deployment atop the gate to the city, and it had struck her as odd. These quests are designed to operate in a certain way, and to have the NPCs act in certain wa

Another creature had arisen to face the pair, and Nymoria watched as this time Morningstar moved to intercept it. She couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing – what she had done, up until this point. Her sabre shook in her hand, and she could feel a wall of emotion washing over her as her mind slowly reeled in response to everything that had occurred so far. She could feel it all beginning to shift, to crack ever so slightly. No, it’s not time yet. Bring down that big, ugly thing. Then you can have pity. Then you can have sorrow. Destroy it, like it would destroy you! Her hand tigh

Nymoria hadn’t expected the request to be entirely focused on her own involvement in the creation of peace between the two races, and she found herself staring at the queen in bewilderment. Whether the queen noticed or not, Nymoria could not say, as she continued speaking immediately. ’Travel to the Treant Grove at Baobab, as our ambassador, and forge a treaty by any means necessary. Please…this conflict must end.’ Arun moved swiftly, crossing the court and moving to whisper in the queen’s ear. Moments passed as Nymoria waited patiently, before Arun returned to her, holding up his hands

The queen seemed to pause, as if considering her words carefully. Nymoria could see a hint of apprehension, as if the queen was about to ask something that was beneath her, or unthinkable. Nymoria was, however, patient enough to wait it out. She didn’t rush to fill in anything, instead wanting to give time for the other to speak. ’I see that you have protected our city gates. We are in your debt, and while I will ensure you are repaid kindly for your services…I would ask a boon of you, beyond what you have already done for us.’ Nymoria tilted her head slightly, curious to hear what the

’The offensive was a success, and it would seem that you have managed to defend the wall to a…satisfactory level. I am, however, surprised by the fact that you had to defend it at all. A clear miscalculation on our part.’ Nymoria remained silent on the subject, instead simply following the commander back towards the castle itself, anticipating that she would be required to report to the queen and explain everything that had occurred – although she wasn’t sure that any of the Elfen folk within the court would be pleased to hear that she had let her enemy escape. I can say for certain tha

’No…more…’ The words seemed to boom from somewhere above and beyond Nymoria, and as she glanced up and around, she noticed the Treant’s eyes staring down at her – a sudden clarity, and something else, that hadn’t been there moments ago. Pulling her blade from the creature, she skipped backwards and repositioned herself, cocking her head as she stared at it in confusion, anticipation, and interest. ’No…more…surrender…I surrender…’ Nymoria felt her eyes narrow slightly, before she let her sabre drop towards the ground in a controlled manner; the grip still within her hand and ready to raise

Her first strike had caught the Treant unexpectantly, her blade tearing into the bark and underwood of the thing’s structure. The Treant pulled back in sudden surprise, leaning away from the blade – and towards the gate. She almost cursed as it raised an arm towards it, and she found herself rushing to get between the Treant and the gate, her feet carrying her before she had a moment to realise what that position would mean for her. Wait no- The impact of the shockwave slammed into her as the Treant brought its massive limb down, causing the gate to shudder and crack in a few spots – but

Whether Nymoria had known she would have to face down some form of the creatures that were assaulting the area or not, she couldn’t quite say. She was not, however, surprised when one of the mobile trees seemed to swerve its path, making its way towards the settlement itself, and the gate that Nymoria had been stationed to stand guard over. Calmly, she had descended the steps to the ground level, heading beyond the wall and into the edges of the woodlands, waiting for the thing to arrive. She’d positioned herself directly in its path, and as it approached, she held up her hands and signed her

Everything about Arun’s stance towards Nymoria’s involvement in the defence of his city was obvious, and although she couldn’t hear the true tone in his voice like a natural hearing individual might, she couldn’t help but notice the stares he gave her. The way that he seemed to despise her without any real cause; the general attitude. She could ignore it easily enough – she’d become used to such attitude in the real world, and it was nothing more than second nature now to work around it. Yet, she found herself curious as to why his dislike of her was cemented the way it was. Perhaps he really

Nymoria had been charging towards the Lich, her sabre held in a firm grip as she crossed the small distance – glad to have seen Freyd react to her request, even if it had been haphazard at best. As the wash of broken words roiled over her, however, she found herself stumbling and glancing around, trying to figure out where it had come from. It was, partially at least, discernable to her mind – although it took her a few precious seconds to understand that it had come from Freyd himself. Knock. Up. Mitch? She signed the words in confusion as she turned towards Freyd, her sabre dipping slig

Small passings of agreement had followed, before Nymoria was led from the room and walked back to the front area where she was told to await the commander’s arrival. Shokan had settled by her feet, the nine tails splaying behind it and flowing through a pattern that seemed to suggest a measure of calmness that the player herself was not feeling. She could still feel the animosity radiating from the commander, and her lack of actual knowledge of the quest at hand had her wondering if she wouldn’t be fighting her way out of an ambush within the next few moments. ’That was an impolite trick.

’It would appear that we have need of an outsid-‘ The queen began to speak, but a sudden bustle and shout from the man behind her all but stole away anything she had been about to say. Nymoria’s eyes turned to the man as he stepped forward and faced the queen, turning his back rather pointedly towards Nymoria, although not so much as to hide away his facial features entirely. A fact that she was thankful for, as it provided her the full context of his statements. ’We do not need the help, advice or meddling of outsiders to solve our problems, my queen!’ He seems to scoff as he speaks, as