Nymoria

She came to a stop, leaning against a nearby wall as she tried to force away the voice within her head. She had missed out on the boss fight, due to her choice to pull away from the world. She couldn’t deny that, couldn’t argue that she had perhaps let some people down – but they had all arrived alive on the far side of the boss, so she had heard. That’s because they didn’t need you there. She bit her lip, fighting back against the emotions welling up. She knew that there was a measure of truth to these words, as well, and although she didn’t want to let them simmer and stay within her,

The voice within her head was shaken away as Nymoria forced it from her mind. She knew better, now, than to give it any time to grow and become something more. Instead, she turned her attention towards the town around her, taking in the shop that she had come to stop before. A simple tailor’s workplace, the area appeared newer than those around it. The lights were out, and a clear sale sign had appeared off to the side slightly, confirming to Nymoria that the player who had once run it was either moving on, or had simply done what happened to many – joining the Monument and becoming nothing mo

Hours had passed since Nymoria had first arrived on the floor, and although she had traversed a large portion of the town following her last encounter with the spirit of one of the once residents, she had found no further beings willing to remain present when she appeared. Though they didn’t quite flee, in the typical sense at least, they were quick to fade from existence; little more than a mere shimmer in the edge of her vision that confirmed they had once been present. I can only imagine what horrors they saw as death came for them. I wonder if I would be able to face what they face,

Would you like me to put this somewhere for you? She had shifted slightly more into the figure’s view, before signing the question towards it. It seemed to consider her words for a moment, before giving a slight nod once more. Nymoria stepped forward and around the figure, grasping the bear and gingerly lifting it from its original resting place. Dust fell from it, and she noticed a marked area where once it had stood – the only area that didn’t appear to have been untouched for centuries. Show me where. The figure turned and led Nymoria back down and out of the house, before crossing th

The figure moved slowly, turning and nodding as it faced her fully. Nymoria couldn’t quite piece together the entire form of the figure, but it appeared to be a younger man, likely a young adult or older teenager. Regardless, Nymoria found herself quickly agreeing to the request. The figure moved suddenly, pacing towards the house. Nymoria jumped after it, her strides slightly shorter than the ghostly figure, and she found herself moving quickly to catch up, before passing through the threshold that had once been the door. She followed the figure throughout the home, keeping a respectfu

Her feet had taken her up another side street, carrying her along some unknown path that felt right to her. She knew that she wasn’t ready to leave – she still desired to find a creature that she could call friend and companion – and yet she’d slowly been coming closer and closer to the centre of the town; the location containing the teleporter pad. As if some unknown force was drawing her in towards it. She hadn’t tried to fight it – hadn’t wanted to, if she were honest. As she came around another corner, she saw a figure standing in the middle of the street, staring at a building before it,

Slowly, the imagery in her mind faded away and left only the deserted tavern that she had originally entered. With it, she felt as though a moment of joy had been stripped away; a final memory of those who had once called this place home. To Nymoria, it felt as though something important was lost in that instant; something that could never be returned now that it was gone forever. She pushed herself off the tavern bar, stepping back around and out towards the waiting streets as she left behind the sudden cold and unwelcoming tavern. The feeling was, most likely, derived from the simple

The words didn’t calm her as much as she may have desired, although Nymoria found that her immediate desire to flee the area had subsided enough that she could continue onwards without a shake in her step. She passed by numerous windows, doorways and other entrances that were devoid of any life; clear signs of the abandoned life within visible to those passing by. Numerous times she found herself stopping to view a single image before her, the entire area left untouched and uninterrupted from the passing of time; a reminder of what had once lived within. This is what it’s like to simply

At some point in her walk, she’d come to a halt. Nymoria wasn’t quite sure when that was, but she knew exactly why. The idea of finding something spiritual in nature had driven her towards a singular conclusion; if she were to find a new familiar, it would most likely be on this floor. Perhaps not in Yomi itself, but somewhere within the confines and available open spaces of the tenth. Which meant that she wasn’t quite ready to leave behind the dark, desolate area that seemed to dim and consume any form of light that attempted to survive within it. Wonderful, I can spend another few hour

Two more of the creatures had appeared from the shadows as Nymoria had struck down the first four. She cursed herself for letting the distraction come into existence, and quickly moved to get between them and Astra’s form as the original four disappeared into glowing shards of once-life, left behind as little more than a memory. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dip in Astra’s health as the wave of heat from the area burned their flesh ever so slightly – a fact that the other player seemed not to notice, at first. Another worry came to her as she realised that the heat of the ca

Freyd…? The signed name came slowly, hesitantly as Nymoria stared at the face that had appeared before her. It had taken her long moments to recognise it, and he’d already moved on to other questions by the time she’d even made the connection with whom was standing before her. Her hands moved again as the question reached her mind, taking a moment to process as she came to terms with who the man truly was. I came because of the Scents of the Wild quest. To face…the Leeching Nightmare? I am not sure what it is, exactly. I think some unalive creature. She smiled suddenly, confident that th

The player seemed to get her point, repeating the instructions back as they seemed to work over the situation within their mind. Nymoria could see an understanding, and a measure of intellect behind the player’s thoughts; she had little concern that they would be anything to worry about in this moment. So long as I can take down the hellhounds quickly, this will be easy… She didn’t like the small measure of doubt that had entered her mind, and decided to turn away from the thoughts and focus on the present. Her eyes turned towards her companion player, wondering how she could continue to

DHA 1: Diary of The Dragon Huntsman Dragon Hunting. Nymoria could only think of one such quest. An entire line of quests, actually, if she were taking it all into consideration. A quest which many had called lengthy, forlorn and entirely annoying to attempt to complete without any sort of assistance or help along the way. It was one of the few she’d been avoiding, previously, due to a lack of desire to attempt to attempt to accomplish it. It may be worth giving it a try, however… She’d paused in front of the request board in the hopes of finding anyone who required some assistance with

Bandit Camp Nymoria could already see the day was going to be less enjoyable than she would’ve liked. It had started with a notification of a newly available quest – or a reminder of one that she had yet to complete, she wasn’t quite sure which it had been. She’d almost tossed aside the reminder without reading it, before noticing that it, at least, offered a chance at obtaining a decent amount of col. That was, it could offer a decent amount of col if she were to put the effort in and complete it. What she hadn’t noticed, on the first read through before deciding to take on the ques

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It took a while, and a fair bit of convincing, but as the jacket disappeared from the other player’s body and left them in only the turtleneck, Nymoria felt a small measure of contentedness at her success. They were still well overdressed, but at least in the moment they appeared to be slightly better off. It was as much as she was going to get out of them, clearly and she decided that it would have to do. A bit better. Thank you. She gave a small bow of her head in respect, before turning back towards the pathway they had been taking. There was still a short walk towards the tunnels tha

She shook her head at the thought, laughing slightly as she imagined being followed around by a tiny humanoid floating in the air. She knew that it was unlikely that the system would ever allow such a thing – it had strict limitations on what could be kept as a familiar, and Nymoria had never seen anything even approaching a humanoid visage by any means. Most familiars had always been animals; the types one would find as pets, even in the most exotic of essences. A few had, admittedly, been something far removed – but those were rare, and she assumed well sought after by their companion player

The empty streets sprawled out before her as Nymoria continued to follow their winding and twisting patterns. She’d managed to get herself at least slightly turned around as she’d strode blindly through them earlier, only now realising just how far from the main teleporter pad she had traversed. It would take some time to return, she knew, which meant that she needed to do something to distract herself from the thoughts of everything she had lost. I’m going to need a new companion, that much is obvious…so what should I look for? I don’t think it would be wise to…obtain something similar.

Time had passed unnoticed as she finished her meal. She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat in the dark, eating and trying to overcome the feelings inside herself. When she finally snapped out of her reprieve, she found a lingering ghost floating passed her, her presence almost unnoticed by the thing before her as it angled away and down the street. She’d resisted, just barely, reaching for her sabre in a fear based response. Instead she’d watched as the thing floated by without casting her a second glance, before winking out of existence further down the street. I need to break away from this

I’m hungry. The sensation was sudden, jolting her out of her lost musings and empty wanderings, and bringing her back into the moment. She had come to a stop before what was clearly once a restaurant, but now stood empty and abandoned. No sign of life within, a perfect match for the atmosphere that hovered over the town, and Nymoria herself. She crossed the street and settled against the wall of the building directly in front of the once restaurant. Opening her menu, she retrieved a collection of breads, meats and cheeses that she had picked up for the day, before beginning to break them into

She was met by darkness. Not perpetual, end of times darkness. But rather the darkness that came from a lack of light. It took Nymoria a full moment to come to the realisation that she had transported herself to another floor, but one which was covered in eternal nighttime. Alright, so…where am I? Nymoria turned on the spot, looking around for any clues as to where she was. It took some time, but eventually the familiarity of the floor sunk into her mind, and she sighed as she stepped down off the teleporter pad. It hadn’t brought her where she wanted to go – in fact, it was far from her

’It is a hard thing to do, letting go of a friend.’ The woman stood before Nymoria, her presence shocking the deaf girl into motion. Her hand reached for her sabre, partially drawing it before she saw the form of the gypsy woman in truth. Nymoria stopped midway through the action of drawing the weapon, before bringing her hands up to sign towards the other. Excuse me, you startled me. She glanced around, checking to see if there was anything else nearby that she hadn’t noticed, before returning her attention back to the gypsy woman. She looked exactly the same as the first time that Nymor

Mate? She signed the single word, waiting to see how the weasel would react. Musei seemed to stare at her, before tapping a single paw on the ground. The confirmation that Nymoria had been looking for, now said aloud. There was no taking it back, and although she had known deep within her mind and heart that this moment was quickly approaching, Nymoria still found it painful to actually experience it coming to life before her. You should be with your mate. The words seemed to shock the weasel, and she saw Musei take a couple of steps forwards, before stopping place again. He turned to sta

Aryut was as busy as it always was at this time of day, and Nymoria found her path through and out of the city somewhat upheld by the various Fae and assorted creatures that blocked simple paths, requiring her to find ways around them. It was only once they had made it into the forest that she calmed slightly, letting the weasel drop to the ground and make his own way alongside her. An action that seemed to disturb Musei more than it alleviated any of his concern at their current situation. This way. Come. The path was familiar to Nymoria, one she had taken not so long ago after she had l