Nymoria

The queen exploded into shards as Nymoria’s blade passed through it, and she felt herself release a breath of air as the moment passed and the danger was left behind, if only for the moment. She knew that the creature would eventually reappear – ready to be fought once more, should she choose to do so. It would take time, she had been told, but Nymoria had all the time in the world today, and knew that she was going to use it to her favour. It had been her plan to locate and obtain as many of the field boss’s drops as she could possibly get, in preparation of the coming raid, and so she had pr

The wasp queen seemed preoccupied as Nymoria approached it, her presence and arrival going mostly unnoticed until she was only a few steps away from the thing’s form. Suddenly, without warning, it had turned towards Nymoria with a spin in the air, the wings buzzing harshly as it tried to both lift itself higher from the ground, as well as rush towards the player that had moved to engage it. Neither action helped it, however, as Nymoria rushed forwards to meet the thing, her sabre in hand lashing outwards with a harsh strike and impacting the thing directly on the side of its head, leaving a ga

The trip to the second floor had been as eventful as Nymoria had expected. She’d passed through the various crowds of the Town of Beginnings on her way to the teleporter pad, waited in line for the ever present lines that had become a norm on the floor’s main courtyard – a fact that she still wasn’t sure whether to consider a bliss or a hindrance to her main way off the floor – before heading out of the main settlement’s gates and into the fields that surrounded the mountain side town. She’d considered the increase in player activity lately, happy to see numerous individuals coming out once mo

A lot had happened in the past few weeks for Nymoria. Continued growth and development had led her to a point where she was almost ready to be self sufficient and self reliant. She had collected enough col and materials to maintain and grow her business, and yet she somehow felt like things weren’t entirely progressing as she had wanted. The inn she had been staying at was feeling more and more oppressing with every day that passed, and she awoke every morning looking for an excuse to escape from its entrapping walls – as if they were a direct reminder of the game that she had been dragged, an

Her face flushed in response to the compliment, and Nymoria found herself naturally looking away before the other player had even begun to consume their small meal in a mixture of solitude and embarrassment. It took her a few moments to compose herself, but by the time she had looked back, Acanthus had completely finished the braciole. Nymoria sighed slightly, a sudden determined look on her face as she sat down across from the other player, her eyes staring slightly downwards – appearing to be looking towards the chest of the other player, and yet distant, as if seeing through them towards so

2/9/2024 Rank 5 Artisan | 212/319 EXP 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.] ID CD LD Result EXP 1 229402 [11+1] = 12 7 T4 Perfect| Trinket (-1 Material) +9 EXP 2 229403 [7+1] = 8 10

The shop was anything but amazing. Simplicity in its finest of designs, nothing that had stood out as mindblowing to Nymoria's eyes. That being said, she would not have gone so far as to call the place unappeasing to the eye, or unwelcoming to the soul who entered its interior. She had long since known that an eye catching exterior appearance didn't necessarily mean that there was anything less satisfactory to be found within. That, and she had been recommened the shop by someone else whom had informed her that the appraiser was an up and coming indiviudal in need of some assistance and busine

As she’d dashed off, Nymoria found herself wondering where her burst of confidence had come from. Normally she’d been timid, controlled, as unlikely to rush into combat as Acanthus seemed to be, and yet she found herself teasing the other player as they had swayed between taking a break, or encountering another group of the small drakes that swarmed around her now. Her blade had slashed at each of them, pushing them into a collective group and tearing through their weak skin, before backing off and giving her companion the space she required to enter the fray. As the stun effect had pass

The words were enough to cause Nymoria to give in entirely, the blade in her hand dropping from the readied guard it had been in. She slowly signed with her right hand, taking time to make her words as articulate as possible, all while feeling her face flush with a mixture of embarrassment, and something else. I understand, Nemo. It is hard to be alone. It is tiring. It takes a lot out of you. I know this all too well. I have been alone for a long time. She could feel tears welling up at the edges of her vision, and she shook her head slightly to try and clear them away. She continued s

There was a flash of light as her blade slammed into the side of Nemo, once more scoring a direct hit against the drake and causing the large health bar above it to drop significantly. Nymoria readied herself, leaping backwards as she assumed that it had begun to transform once more into an even more dangerous form. The grip on her hilt tightened as she positioned herself and waited, her eyes squinted against the light as the thing before her shifted and reformed itself once more, leaving her partially blinded in the moment. “You’re so strong…” The words caught her off guard, as much due

The drake was weakening. Nymoria could see it even as she’d dodged out of the way of another collection of strikes, the head and tail moving in a synchronous manner that had become easy to read, and even easier to dodge if she only timed it correctly. If she was entirely honest, it felt like the deadly dance was one that Nymoria could enjoy in a way – the continuous movement allowing her to release herself from her thoughts and into a simple dance of dodging and parrying. If it hadn’t been so dangerous to her own continuous existence, she would have called it almost peaceful, in an odd way.

Nemo’s sudden lunge towards her had almost caught her off guard, but Nymoria’s concern about the change in the feel of the environment had been enough to give her the chance to both draw her sabre, and roll out of the way as the face of the large drake slammed into the ground where she had been standing mere moments before. Shit! Move! She had bounded up on her feet and rushed away from the spot she had stopped in, barely missing another strike from the drake as it had reeled its tail around and slammed it into the ground. The vibration in the air struck her as a growl from its throat co

Nymoria grinned broadly as she found the collection of black and blue gemstones, their colours swirling in an odd way that seemed to only make them more beautiful as she pulled them from the crevice that they had been hidden away within. Her grin only widened as she saw the small collection of col that had been hidden away beneath them, making her wonder – if only briefly – if it was meant to be some hiding hole that Nemo had forgotten about. Whatever the reason for it being here, it’s mine now. She had pocketed away the materials and money before standing up once more, her eyes shiftin

Nothing had caught her eyes as she had passed through the area, the entire collection of grasses covering the ground to a point that she couldn’t see the ground beneath without bending them harshly – an action that was both tedious and tiresome to complete over large stretches of area. Sighing as she stood up again, knowing she was dismissing the idea of searching within the area that she had begun with, she looked around at the other areas of the garden in an attempt to find somewhere that might prove to be more worth her while in searching for the gemstones and metallics that were most benef

She released a soft sigh as the final wolf disappeared in the ever typical shower of shards that represented the final moments of any creature’s life within the game. It was an oddly beautiful and terrifying image, when Nymoria took the time to think about it. Not that she would in this moment, her eyes snapping towards the distance where the wolves had begun to retreat. Their behaviour had been odd, pulling Nymoria’s attention more often than she would’ve liked to admit to during the fight. Now though, with the fight over, she knew that she could focus more on them and figure out – or at leas

The shattering of shards confirmed another struck down creature as Nymoria glanced to the side, once more looking for the movement of the wolf pack that had been dogging her only moments before. She could see her opponent backing off slightly, the death of its friend seemingly causing it to retreat in either fear or concern for its own safety, or perhaps some other reason that Nymoria couldn’t quite place in the moment. Where are they…? She finally spotted them, a fairly decent distance away and moving even further from her position. She paused in place, trying to take in the change in t

Her feint worked perfectly as she slid beneath the trio, the blade managing to catch two of them in a harsh upwards cutting motion before she had passed on and beyond their reach. She wasted not time in forcing herself into a standing position and turning to face the remaining two wolves, their original hard leap into conflict suddenly halted as they seemed uncertain about the prey standing before them. Blade in hand, Nymoria saw that they were suddenly reluctant to rush forward to greet her – as if there was a touch of fear that she had placed into their very cores. They’ve never acted

One of the two wolves was destroyed beneath her assault, the other managing to just barely pull back and avoid her attempt to defeat them with the under handed slash at their bellies. Given the freedom of movement, however, she managed to roll away and return to a guarded stance, ready to face off against her singular opponent. In the distance, she could see as the remainder of the pack continued to press in towards her, hoping to catch her unawares as she tangled with their single remaining brethren. I just need to take you down, and then I can deal with them. Nymoria’s sabre shifted in

Nymoria eyed the other player as they drove the sword through the small drake’s face. The movement was lacking elegance, even if it did complete the task at hand. She considered saying something about it, pointing out the brutality about it, but then she remembered that not all fighting styles were the same. Smiling gently, she instead decided to point out the idea, building upon it as she considered the strengths of the other player more thoroughly. Perhaps finesse is not your passion. You fight well, and handle your own. We haven’t taken damage, you said. Which is good. It shows we fig

1/9/2024 Rank 5 Artisan | 187/319 EXP 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.] ID CD LD Result EXP 1 229234 [4+1] = 5 7 Salvage (-1 Material) +3 EXP 2 229235 [4+1] = 5 13 Salvage