Nymoria

Nymoria glanced between the two figures standing beside her, trying to follow a conversation that was slowly eroding away into more chaos than she could have anticipated. She found herself giggling in response to Ryo’s slowly deteriorating sentences and general appearance. She reached out a hand as he turned to leave, stopping her commentary only as a butchered collection of attempts came from Acanthus. Nymoria stared at the other woman, before bursting into silent laughter, reaching out and grasping onto Ryo’s clothing in an attempt not to fall over. After a few seconds, she managed to

Nymoria found herself shocked into silence, the small joke that Freyd had started with disappearing beneath a torrent of more serious tones. At first, the compliment had caught her off guard, and when she’d gone to downplay it, to suggest that she was nothing more than an average individual found in Aincrad, Freyd had continued onwards. She had leaned backwards – not willing to take a step, not so off put as to feel the need to run, but her body had taken a physical pull away as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Then, he had begun to request his presence alongside her. She move

The group of snapdragons surrounded her, clawing at her blade and attempting to knock it out of the way – an act that they were almost successful in as one of the creatures managed to slash across Nymoria’s neck, causing it to flash red for a few seconds before she pushed them backwards and away. She followed up with a quick, hard slash of her blade, catching all four and severely wounding one before forcing them backwards through the air. ’Are you okay?’ Nemo called out from the other side of the drakes, a look of concern upon his face that seemed oddly out of place in the moment of the

The final Snapdragon disappeared in a shower of shards, and Nymoria turned to face Nemo with a small grin upon her face. She wasn’t sure if the man was finding as much enjoyment in the motions of hunting and looting as she was, but he seemed content enough to at least have her company – as little as she was giving to him in the moment. ’That was superb! You’re an amazing fighter, Nymoria. I don’t think I could have done as well as you did there, and I’m a dragon in disguise!’ Something about the way he said the words made Nymoria stop and pause, cocking her head as if taking Nemo in for t

Three of the four were caught beneath her strikes as she unleashed a flurry of slashes and stabs into the midst of the group. The fourth – whether it could be called smarter than its companions and cousins or not – dove backwards in an attempt to avoid Nymoria, weakly flailing with its claws into the air as it retreated to safety. She considered chasing after the final being for a second, before realising the trap that it could create by putting distance between it and herself. All it would need to do would be to circle around at the last second, and Nymoria could fall under a deadly strike, i

She danced around the snapdragons, tearing them apart with her blade quickly in a manner that would be the most efficient. A small part of her almost felt sorry for the creatures, their ends already determined – a simple path to non-existence all that needed to be followed. She could see, out of the corner of her eye, Nemo watching with a passive expression as she moved through and around; a deadly force that he clearly wanted no part to engage with. At least he doesn’t look upset, this time… ’You’re almost there! This is even better than before!’ Nemo called out to her as she crossed tow

She’d been standing and waiting as Acanthus spoke, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. But as Acanthus seemed to pause, Nymoria found her brow furrowing ever so slightly, a look of concern thrown towards the other woman. She had just begun to raise her hands to ask if Acanthus was alright, when they began speaking again – their words trailing onwards from a similar point of where they had left off, although oddly not in rhythm. At least, not to Nymoria’s comprehension. What Acanthus means is that we are safe enough without the items. Save them for yourself. Stick clo

Nymoria’s eyes lingered upon the gelatinous snack placed upon the table, before deciding to accept the proffered item. She reached out to grasp it, before a moment of clarity struck her and she found herself opening her menu suddenly, her hands flying through various submenus before coming to stop and summoning two items into existence, allowing them to materialise in her hands, before placing them upon the table beside the map. I had almost forgotten, Wildfire. Your order. It is complete. She hoped that the items were up to the quality and expectations of the other player – somehow it f

Nymoria pushed herself from the dirt, shaking off a few extra pieces of assorted items that had managed to collect themselves onto her leggings. She stretched slightly, loosening the muscles that had begun to tighten as she had relaxed while she had been enjoying their few moments of solitude and conversation. Turning towards the fields, she eyed a nearby pack of snapdragons, wolves and bladed creatures that moved through the grasslands. Should we head off and bring down another collection? Any preference on which we hunt? She signed towards Nemo, wanting to get his opinion on the matter

’You seem…lost in thought.’ Nemo glanced at her, an odd look upon his face. As if he didn’t want to disturb her, and yet found the silence between them odd, or unwelcoming. Nymoria gave a soft shrug, before signing her response. I was just thinking about how nice it would be if all players treated you, and other non-player characters, with respect. About how we can be better towards the native people of this world. She felt embarrassed bringing the words forth, as if they were somehow inappropriate to share with others. Nemo seemed to laugh, however, as if amused by the idea. ’That w

He…yes, that sounds like Freyd. She smiled as she signed, uncertain or unwilling to say anything beyond that. A lot of ideas came to mind when she thought of the shadowy figure that was the player, and yet none of them were necessarily good or bad – they simply were. Similar to the man himself, Nymoria figured. She leaned back and thought about the various players she’d come across, suddenly wondering how many had interacted with Nemo. She figured a large majority of them had, and it only made her wonder how they had treated Nemo in turn. He probably hasn’t been treated very well. There a

She could see Nemo smile in response to her words, although she couldn’t quite tell if it was heartfelt and truthful, or simply a means of showing respect to her ideology. She knew that he still felt a measure of pain and suffering, as well as anger towards the players that came and ruined the garden – destroying everything without even having asked permission, in most cases. She hoped, however, that she could at least help him to understand why they did such a thing – though she knew he would likely have forgotten it all the next time they met. At least, I assume…Maybe Nemo is one of the NPCs

Nymoria let a few moments pass as she thought on the words, before sharing a thought of her own; one which she had been considering since they’d arrived not so long ago. Why do you let people in here to destroy things? You always seem upset by their actions. Would it not be better to keep them out? ’I think…it’s because I’m lonely. I spend all this time creating this wondrous garden, but I have no one to share it with.’ Nemo’s response was instantaneous, although apprehensive in tone. It seemed like he both knew the answer, and yet found trouble putting it into words. ’It’s saddening…ange

’I’m fine, thank you. I’m glad to see you’re okay as well. That was…well, it was certainly a fight to watch! You did spectacularly.’ Nemo beamed in response, apparently enthused simply in the fact that someone was taking the time to speak with him, more than just to get the quest started. It made Nymoria wonder how often he was simply used as a guide, and then cast aside as the player’s rushed to return to wherever they had come from, or had to go to next. Perhaps we’ve been far too harsh upon the NPCs of this world, without considering the repercussions… Thank you. The compliment means a

Two down. She signed hastily towards Nemo as the first pair of the snapdragons disappeared beneath her sabre’s strike. She managed, if only barely, to catch one of the others that had evaded her earlier, but as she brought her blade around to connect with the third of the pack, she instead found its claws raking into her side and driving her back and away. ’Careful now! They’re feisty!’ Nemo called out when Nymoria’s eyes happened across him. The man was making sure that she could hear and see his movements, so as to not miss any detail of their conversation – a detailed note that Nymoria

The dash into the creatures had been less than successful in Nymoria’s opinion. Her sabre had slashed through the group, cutting a few of them and yet causing no major break in their defences. Nemo had stepped to the side, just within sight of Nymoria, where she would be able to continue communicating with him once she had a lull in the fight. A lull which she was not immediately given. The snapdragons countered her assault almost immediately, and she found herself parrying weak strikes as three of the four closed in on her. It was a single breath before the jaws clamped down that she rea

Nymoria had paused her divulging through the crowd as a familiar face came into sight. Acanthus’s greeting was, if nothing else, amusing and Nymoria found herself grinning in response to the commentary. She gave a nod towards the nearby tavern, before signing back in response to Acanthus’s question, trying to explain as quickly as she could what had brought her to the area – without seeming rude. Good to see you, Acanthus. I would say you have been following me, but… She let the joke hang in the air, uncertain if it would be picked up or not through the monotonous voice that was said to

’Welcome to my garden, again.’ Nemo smiled as he waved a hand towards the open plains that were visible just beyond the archway leading into the garden. Nymoria gave a soft smile towards Nemo, before glancing out into the garden beyond. It was similar to how she remembered it from the last time she had visited the vast fields. Small pieces had shifted and changed, a fact that she associated to the new location that the garden was connected to, but none of it was any less breathtaking to Nymoria as she stepped beyond the archway and into the garden proper. It is pleasurable to have returne

Do not feel the need to apologise. Nymoria grinned as she signed in response to the smith's oddly personal questions. She took a second to collect her thoughts, before trying to answer as best as she could. I am no doctor, or professional, but I believe that the limitations are...physical and mental? I think that it is a fact that I have never spoken aloud in real life, and never developed the skills around speaking...so in here, it is the same. I did not speak in the real world, I do not know how to speak in here...even though it is all in my head. She cocked her head to the left slightl

It was enough for Nymoria, even if it wasn’t much of a success in all reality. She smiled in response to the man’s agreement – or form of agreement, as it may have been. Her hands moved quickly as she responded, the excitement building in her as she felt a small measure of pride at providing something to Nemo in return. I would appreciate having the company. I am alone today, as well, as you can likely see. It would be nice to have someone along who I can…talk to. Nemo seemed to laugh in response to her small joke – one which she wasn’t entirely expecting the NPC to have picked up on. He

Nymoria fell silent as she considered the NPC’s words, trying to figure out what to say in response. It was clear that the man was sacrificing precious things just to have people come visit him – a depressing thought in and of itself. Yet, it was made worse by the realisation of how most players treated him; Nymoria included. Most cast the man off as little more than an objective; a thing to attend to when they needed something – a tool. She found herself feeling suddenly ill at the thought, and forced her mind to consider what she could do in order to help alleviate some of the negativity tha

Nemo, are you upset when people come to your garden and…find things? She couldn’t quite label it as stealing. Not in the normal sense, at least. The game had been designed in such a way that the area was plentiful, either blessed by Nemo’s presence or whatever reason was given, so that players could reap from the bounty to be found within. Still, she found herself gnawed at a measure of guilt based upon the actions, and wondered if the NPC was even aware of the situation that he was required to repeat every single time he encountered a player. ’It…saddens me to see the things destroyed,

’It’s so good to see you again! Did you want to come to the garden today?’ Nemo was as friendly as he always was whenever she saw him now. A far cry from the frustrated drake that had first attempted to keep her from leaving the garden, once she had begun abusing it. Their relationship had been, in a word, contentious since the event. Nymoria had been trying her best to forgive the man for the way in which he had treated her, knowing that it was nothing more than how Cardinal had designed him. It had been far more difficult than she would have liked to admit to, however. I would love to ac

Nature’s Treasures: Little Eden Nemo’s around here somewhere, I know it. Nymoria could feel the odd dampness of the jungle floor reaching her, the sweat somehow uncomfortable as she pushed through another of the area of Xoco in search of the NPC who held the only keys into the garden aptly named after the man-drake. Nymoria had heard rumours that he’d be found within the confines of Xoco, wandering and waiting for someone to accompany him towards his plethora of plenty, and she had headed to the floor almost immediately after finishing her breakfast. There’s no way that someone else has f

Arabian Nights: The First of Many Quests…quests…they’re quickly dwindling… Nymoria scrolled through the collection of quests that appeared within the menu before her. She’d crossed off so many already – a true testament to both the amount of time she’d spent in Aincrad, as well as the effort she’d made at progressing towards the final goal of escaping – that she found herself with limited options. A number she had already discarded as being well beyond what she was capable of completing in the current moment; difficult, but not impossible was what she had searched for, and as her eyes roa