[F23-PP] A murmur of stars

[Kasumi 0]

Water pools into an ever clear surface of water. A deft breeze riddles trees and climbs its way through the leaves, finding small birds that take flight upon it. Swerving and beelining with twists and bends. Same breeze, carries with it hair in orange. Burning bright in a waning blaze, matching the sky as it wains in beckon of a coming night. A somber play, and with it a steady breathing that is hard to make out. Kasumi. Droning words that can hardly be made out clearly, as the threatening moon begins to rise.

Eyes open, and reveal a color of lavender. Absent of definition, as they are sucked into the waves. That stare seemed so lost, as if it sees for leagues. A theater of the mind, memory and motive linger on the tip of her lips. Her clothes as if on queue reflect that mental dive, black as signature of hostile intention. "Strike swift, leave none. Cut deep, worry none. Rapid death to those who have mistreated me." Lingering thoughts swirl, diving into a past in a fashion oh so similar to her 'cousin' and yet they were not related from how life had treated it.

Perhaps it was in their uprising that this blizzard was formed? Was it the clan that had done this to these children? Or was it in their blood? Depths of her mind, footsteps that rattle and seem to carry on after they had been placed.

Kasumi | HP: 720/720 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40

Spoiler

Kasumi, The Pure Tide
Level: 31
Paragon Level: 29
HP: 720/720
EN: 90/90

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 20
Evasion: 4
Accuracy: 4
Loot Dice: 1
KEEN: 1
P.V.O
PHASE
STK: 40

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Mugen Tenshin Perversion - Citadel [T4/Demonic/Handwraps] Phase, Keen 1, Paralytic Venom 1, Static 1
Armor: White Red-trimmed Gee [T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor] (3 Evasion)
Misc: Mugen Tenshin Decree [T1/Perfect/Trinket] (3 Accuracy)

Skills:
Martial Arts R5
Cloth Armor R5
Charge

Active Mods:
Blindside
Vanish
Athletics
Surprise Attack (Trickster)

Addons:
Ferocity
Stamina
Nimble
Precision

Active Extra Skills:
Hiding R5
Parry
Concentration

Battle Ready Inventory:
Teleport Crystal x1
Bird Seed (T2/Rare/Snack) Vitality 2 x1

Housing Buffs:
Well Rested: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
Squeaky Clean: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
Hard Working: +2 EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Item Stash: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
Delicious: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed.
Relaxed: Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
Col Stash: +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests
Angler: +1 material gained when fishing
Advanced Training: +10% Exp to a thread. Limit one use per month [1/1]

Guild Hall Buffs:
Lucrative: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters receive +1 crafting attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters receive +2 crafting attempts per day.
Col Deposit: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

 

Edited November 17, 2021 by Kasumi

[Nisahime 0]

Dive beneath the waves, hair aloft as it dances in strands that unweave. Silver lines that bloom in the dark, glowing like a lantern and cutting a way in the black expanse. Eyes in a gentle expression, focused with intention on a horizon in their submersion. Hands sway, playing in the current like strings in a web. Fingers tracing as if along a harp, twisting some unseen force. Adorning lips, a smile which held something so close to playful. Conducting and fiddling with that force, and beneath that wide expanse. She begins to speak, the words lost and muffled. "Such horrors, drowning within them. Is it something so simple? I can taste your sadness, the tears find my ears even here."

The water bubbles, and escapes, climbing quickly toward the surface. A strange woman with motives even stranger. Just what was she really? Something so unfathomable by nigh all that she encountered. Lost within the words she spoke, always seeming guided by some direction that none could seem to peg down. Hair that mirrored that of an angel, eyes that seemed to pierce all with their gaze. Perplexity and yet simplicity in every turn of phrase. So impartial in her direction, always seeking and yet never finding?

"Can you hear me? Child of the waves? How broken are you, can you hear them calling for you as I do?" That burning gaze of her gemini still ripe and the air seeming endless.

Mega Slime Farm? (I don't know if I can but screw it, Im'a try?)

Morrighan | HP: 380/380 | EN: 56/56 | DMG: 1

Spoiler

Morrighan, The Hand of Fate
Level: 19
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 380/380
EN: 56/56

Stats:
Damage: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon:
Armor:
Misc:

Custom Skill:
- o҉̴҉̂҉̂҉̌҉̐҉̐҉̔҉̇҉̒҉̈́҉͌҉̒҉̋҉̀҉̍҉̄҉̉҉̓҉͆҉͐҉͛҉͙҉͚҉̮҉̰҉̹҉̙҉̣҉̱҉̪҉̢҉͕҉̰҉͖҉̮҉̳҉̜҉̗҉m҉̶҉̕҉̔҉̕҉͌҉̛҉̓҉̐҉̏҉̓҉̚҉̍҉̔҉͛҉͐҉̈́҉̏҉́҉͑҉̾҉̒҉͑҉̌҉̓҉́҉̄҉̬҉̢҉̰҉̺҉̨҉̬҉̱҉͎҉n҉̴҉͑҉͍҉̯҉̪҉̣҉̝҉͙҉̡҉͓҉͉҉͎҉͍҉̥҉͙҉͕҉̯҉̯҉̰҉̢҉̮҉͓҉̬҉̗҉̨҉̬҉e҉̵҉͐҉̎҉͛҉̋҉̛҉̊҉͛҉̕҉̔҉̰҉̝҉͎҉̧҉̭҉̼҉̡҉̣҉͙҉͎҉͚҉̯҉̱҉s҉̶҉̓҉̈҉̈҉̓҉̪҉͍҉̣҉͈҉̻҉̜҉̟҉͍҉͉҉̼҉̲҉̝҉̜҉̝҉̤҉̖҉̘҉͙҉͚҉̧҉̰҉̗҉̧҉ ҉̶҉̇҉͌҉͘҉̐҉͆҉́҉̎҉̃҉͠҉̂҉͋҉̐҉̰҉p҉̶҉̓҉̍҉̈́҉̓҉̇҉͐҉͠҉̂҉̈҉͌҉͂҉̔҉̍҉̽҉̉҉̈́҉̽҉̐҉͛҉͗҉͉҉̫҉̩҉̦҉ͅ҉̪҉͉҉̳҉̰҉͕҉̙҉̱҉̯҉̘҉͍҉r҉̷҉͂҉̃҉̔҉̇҉̓҉͐҉͝҉̈́҉̒҉͋҉̔҉̂҉̈҉̋҉̓҉͆҉͑҉͝҉̋҉͕҉͓҉̦҉͜҉̭҉͖҉̣҉̲҉̯҉̟҉̭҉̠҉͉҉̣҉o҉̷҉͋҉̇҉̊҉̐҉͋҉̔҉͋҉̊҉͛҉́҉͝҉̒҉͐҉̊҉̓҉̽҉̐҉̉҉̚҉ͅ҉̭҉̥҉̼҉̬҉̫҉͍҉̱҉̖҉̟҉̜҉͔҉͈҉͓҉͍҉̢҉͔҉̫҉̧҉̩҉̻҉ ҉̶҉̇҉̄҉̈҉̈́҉̏҉́҉̈́҉͒҉̈́҉͑҉̈́҉͝҉̋҉̂҉̌҉̀҉̓҉̐҉̀҉̌҉̈́҉̫҉̢҉̻҉̹҉̩҉̺҉̺҉̣҉̲҉ͅ҉͚҉̞҉̠҉̥҉̖҉̞҉̙҉͈҉̹҉͜҉u҉̴҉̂҉̀҉̕҉͋҉͊҉̌҉̈́҉̎҉̌҉͒҉̪҉̯҉͕҉n҉̵҉̕҉̓҉̾҉̊҉̂҉͑҉͝҉͑҉̾҉͂҉̿҉͛҉̉҉͎҉̙҉͚҉̼҉ͅ҉͖҉̠҉͜҉̤҉̥҉̣҉͜҉͈҉̭҉̼҉̻҉͖҉̧҉̺҉͕҉o҉̶҉̆҉͂҉̥҉͚҉̠҉̢҉̥҉͜҉̹҉̬҉̥҉̼҉͔҉̲҉͈҉̗҉̨҉͍҉̰҉̹҉͎҉̤҉̩҉͕҉̲҉

Skills:
- NULL

Active Mods:
- NULL

Addons:
- NULL

Active Extra Skills:
Concentration

Housing Buffs:
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Relaxed: Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
Advanced Training: +10% Exp to a thread. Limit one use per month [1/1]

 

Edited November 19, 2021 by Nisahime

[Kasumi 0]

Jarring and jerking for but a single instant, blinking softly as her eyes continued to burn. Lost within her headspace, caught off guard. Returning to the wheel, in a way that she never had. Back in control of this dream, reaching out and feeling the pressure of water against her skin, but air can find her lungs. "Who is there?" Kasumi reaches out in those tides, as that version of her begins to close its eyes. Perceptions betrayed her, for it was hearing that allowed it at first.

"Strike Swift, Leave None"

Still trapped, locked in place to the sound of roaring falls. The ripples screamed out from insistent droplets that rained down its face, casting a white mist over the whole surface. A spectrum of color cast through orange light that plays against that shower. Grasping out at its source, desperate to understand the foreign influence. "Where are you? I can hear you." The girl chokes out but finds it doesn't make an awful lot of sound, instead being muffled by the thick ocean.

"Cut Deep, Worry None"

Gritting her teeth and trying again to pierce that vacuum, her lungs burning. She needed to know, it felt so familiar and yet so fake. So real and yet nonexistent, did she imagine it? Her eyes dart upward, and catch the semblance of red being twisted and allowing but a single strand to pierce the dark bed. Where was she? Who was she? Another twist of her head, trying to focus as she struggled with command of this dream. "I need to know." Kasumi attempts to scream, but the words find no volume. A sense of defeat, of dread. One that had claimed her before without her acknowledging it, meditation being domineered and driven without her hands.

"Rapid Death to those that have mistreated me."

[Nisahime 0]

Sound returned? It was so distant, but ever so faded. Her grin remains, as she twists her head off to the right, nestling it on her shoulder. Long white locks parade down, finding it's way closer to her shoulders. "Child of the waves, Daughter of the tide. My voice can reach you in this torment? Then there is still hope" Clasping hands toward her chest, a single glimmer that copies the shine in her eyes. They cup shut, before they begin to sprawl out. A single spark, a sliver of white floating in her grasp between hooked fingers.

"Heed my call, fair child of the waves. I can sense your trouble and tribulation of the heart, it cuts so deep. Blood is thicker than water, and you'll find solace in it. You are not alone, you do what you feel you must. Let go of such resistance, for fear of damnation. Strength stems from determination, from holding a life in a hand. But an important distinction to make where tears should fall, those that deserve your pity and those that do not. Fret not, worry not, as your course is laid before me."

A flash of white illuminates the sea of dreams, revealing more than what was first under purview. Her head swivels back, as she lifts that glimmering star like a sun betwixt two open palms. "Find me, Daughter of the Tide and I will allow you the air to breathe." The woman seems to start to float to the surface, as her legs snap shut and that light goes out.

[Kasumi 0]

Snapping to, the light in her eyes fades immediately as she begins to choke. Clutching her throat as her clothes shift back to white, she begins to cough up water. Eyes immediately dart to the water, and around her, seeking the origin of the voice she had heard. A dream ended in an instant, one that for the first time ever she was able to actually pilot. "Who are you?" Kasumi struggles out between troubled breath, trying to wrap her head around what exactly just transpired. She was dry, there wasn't even the semblance of wetness to her, save the mouthful of seawater she just hacked out.

Evidently, the words start to sink in, becoming processed after the shock begins to fade. "Child of the waves?" she looks at her hands, inspecting her fingers, and recalls the feeling of being submerged. "What does that mean..." Kasumi was so confused, so taken back by the principle. Lifting a wrist to her mouth and wiping away some spiddle, correcting her hair after. Nervously, she clasps a bit and begins to run her fingers through that strand, trying to understand. "Blood is thicker than water? Raidou?" This voice seemed to know far more than it appeared, and what was more frightening was that she had no idea where it came from. Her hands ball into fists, and with it a determination, "I'll find you, I want answers."

[Gaius 0]

Another Day, Another Time, Another Place

A fishing line screams, fighting drastically against a spinning wheel. Pole bends struggling against the weight and tension. It buckles as Gaius begins to doze off, the rod quickly escaping into the lake. He would have to buy another, this was running on the third or so this week. His eyebrow twitches, hangs a bit on some playback behind closed eyelids. Another day, another time, and a morning dew lingers on the air. It was clear that the dragoon was not ready to be amble, having been roused from slumber far too soon.

Caught like a fish on a line, a dream beyond his intentions. A crowd of people, a single memento that clung to his thoughts. Where inspiration turned to pride, and pride became an inadequacy. Dreams that were torn away, reached for but not grasped. Inferior, worthless. Another slight jostle of an eyebrow, a scowl to replace it. It was so easy to fall back here, where the winds wouldn't carry him forward. Stuck with it pressing against him, as if no amount of traction could be gained. A fear of being left behind, a fear of becoming worthless. Pride, Inadequacy. There was weight in a name, in action. Boasts and brands, tempers and force. A small child made adult, and yet lingered so desperately on a hope and dream that seemed so far away. One that he could never reach, no matter the effort. In the end, worthless.

Gaius | HP: 760/760 | EN: 108/108 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 50 | BH: 30 | LD: 3 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6

Spoiler

Gaius, Descending Gale
Level: 31
Paragon Level: 23
HP: 760/760
EN: 108/108

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 50
Battle Healing: 30
Loot Dice: 3
BLD: 48
FLN: 16
H.M.: 6

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Eye of the Gale - Brionac [T4/Demonic/2HAS] - Fallen 2, Bleed 2 (8-10)
Armor: Dragoon's Mantle - Fervor [Heavy] (T3/Perfect) 1 Recovery, 2 Heavy Momentum
Misc: Boar Hide Belt [Trinket] (T1/Perfect) [+3 Loot Dice]

Skills:
Polearm R5
Heavy Armor R5
Charge
Energist
Fighting Spirit
Battle Healing R4

Active Mods:
Impetus
Energize

Addons:
Ferocity
Stamina
Iron Skin
Hyperactive

Active Extra Skills:
First Aid R3

Battle Ready Inventory:
Teleport Crystal x1
Bird Seed (T2/Rare/Snack) Vitality 2 x1

Housing Buffs:
Well Rested: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
Squeaky Clean: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
Hard Working: +2 EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Item Stash: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
Delicious: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed.
Relaxed: Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
Col Stash: +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests
Angler: +1 material gained when fishing
Advanced Training: +10% Exp to a thread. Limit one use per month [0/1]
Multipurpose: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
Decor []: This buff affects the player and their choice of up to two party members.

Guild Hall Buffs:
Lucrative: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters receive +1 crafting attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters receive +2 crafting attempts per day.
Col Deposit: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

 

[Nisahime 0]

Light snap underfoot, running a hand along a spire of stone. One of man make, carved, not grown. Wind carries through the trees, dancing upon the mountain, and due to its height it was vigorous. It causes her hair to stir aggressively, being held aloft as dust screams by in a vapor. Animals in the distance bellow and boom, making known their territory and claiming what was owned. Foolish. The woman's hand begins to slide, listening for that boast that beckon of home. Eyes flash white and stick there, becoming silver lenses as they stare into that wind. Morrighan leans forward, punching a hole through the sky as she peers down through a valley and cliff face. Leaves scream past in an instant, the storm brewed in a deafening roar that made even ferocious beasts seem so small. Words fall from her lips and become with that gale

"Pain? On these winds? Your embrace, your regret." Her head twists as if listening, hair in streams past the ear. "Damaged, Broken, Do they fight you? The storm does not bend to you?"

Her left arm lifts, catching like a kite as it's clamped shut. Like a knife through butter, before it sprawls open and finds instant tension. Braced against that spire, that column of stone. On this peak, a concave, all encompassing nook of stone and forest. Simple phrases, dance on that wind desperate to break through. Where that gale would carry it, or if it would snuff it out, remained under a design that she only hoped she could breach.

Edited November 17, 2021 by Nisahime

[Gaius 0]

Shifting slightly and his head wavers, as he snorts. Eyes begin to twist and wiggle beneath his eyelids. They perk open just a bit, and with it a sliver of lime green light. Sudden winds, cast across the dock, rake through his hair and make it move. Rings turn to waves, pushing the water into a reciprocating current. Still out cold, but yet slight movement and troubled breathing. "Show yourself!" Gaius barks against that gale, finding the howling from it so damn pungent. Curious, with a sense of control that he'd yet to experience. Scanning a horizon, one that mirrored floor 6 in its expanse. The smallest of cries from beasts within the woods, a strange dive that he couldn't even fathom how he ended up here.

*zzz*

His teeth grit, looking for what ever intruder he could just barely make out. "Damn you, stop hiding!" Gaius barks against that storm, finding the air keeping him from making any progression. Lost and confused, without a clue. This was the first time he had ever experienced this place personally. Instead, he was normally just troubled by it, unknowing of its existence at all. Pulling his hands to his face, and digging his heels in, pushing toward where he assumed the source. The storm threatened to suck him up, and leave him here. "Where the hell are you!" He lurched through, an aggressive tear that is gobbled up immediately. Gaius begins to lose traction, drawing grooves in the dust and turf.

[Nisahime 0]

Releasing that pyre, and raising another arm to link with her other. Wrists connect, and they clench shut. Starlight shines as they begin to unfurl, eyes ablaze the same. Dust surrounds her and yet, an obvious cut at the space near her hands. Hair scattered and rushing along in a violent splay. Revealed a single vestige in her grasp, hanging betwixt her palms. A knife through that gale as it could not find purchase on the maiden in black. 

"Gale, that does deny you, a past that haunts you. Winds that scorn one's skin. Hidden I am not, but it seems as my voice can reach you even in this storm." The light in her hand wavers and glows brighter, her hair shifting black. "Stop your panic, it serves you naught. Such concern is not warranted, this gale is a reflection of that." Her outstretched palms twist, fighting that gust and keeping herself stationary.

"They will not abandon you, no matter your feelings of weakness. Strength flows beyond one's arm, true strength lingers in the bonds between. Not a weapon, not a boast. Son of the typhoon, prodigal offspring of Garuda. Find the will to accept your flaws and trust in others to do the same." A pulse sends an earth shattering blast, and within a mere clatter of heels on stone. "Find me, and I will be the force beneath your wings." As she leaves this mountain just as quickly as she had came.

Edited November 18, 2021 by Nisahime

[Gaius 0]

A sudden snap to attention, threatening to catapult him into the water as the glow in his eyes fades. "What the fuck was that just now?" Gaius barks to an empty field, clutching his face and rubbing feverishly. He stands and bends, attempting to shake the tingling out of his legs. "Was that a dream? The hell is wrong with me..." remarked without a single concern to who may hear him. Then he just screams before raking his head in his hands, scratching away the crazy.

"A past that haunts me?" Having yelled out some of that pent-up weirdness. His eyes immediately dart to his sleeve, one that looked quite a bit like the one he had back home. "As if." Gaius scoffs, trying to lie to himself, as it sunk in beneath this skin like a razor. Eyes find his hands, tracing the lines in tanned colored folds. "The hell do you know!" The dragoon explodes again, hooting and hollering and completely killing the peace and quiet around him.

Crunching his hands up into fists, and immediately charging down the nearest thing he could hit.

*Thud*

<<Immovable Object>>

*Thud*

<<Immovable Object>>

Knuckles fresh and beaten red, tiny fractals of data blooming and floating away. "The hell do you know?" he murmurs as he looks at his battered fists, this rendition sounding more like a question than an attack. "I'm not weak, I'll never be weak. I don't know who the hell you think I am, but I ain't no damn push over. You wanna be found, You want me to find you. I'll find you, and you better have some damn good answers."

Edited November 18, 2021 by Gaius

[Griswold 0]

Change waits for no man nor woman

Blow after blow on an anvil. Each spark parading off in violet flashes of light, each stroke casting a glare against the smiths face in but a brief, instantaneous light. Kindling behind him a forge, living and yet tired. A long day, and with it a sea of weapons forged with high expectation. It was pleasant to be useful, it was helpful to be distracted. The hammer rattles as it's cast on the iron, reaching for a white rag riding his right shoulder. Dabbing his brow, removing sweat that, despite his resistance, heat was getting to him.

Parking his backside on a small stool, leaning against a stone wall that offered him little respite from the blaze that burned outside. Eyes grow heavy, the flames of Mt. Stygian worked tirelessly to spatter out the moon, a long day at the anvil beckoned for exhaustion. Head bobs, and starts to become so weighted that it falls. An outcry, a whine, immediately catches him as he returns home from the steel mill. Himiko was exhausted, but so was he. Offering a pair of infants into his arms, and despite how much his body ached, he could not say no. Massive hands dwarfed these small blonde babies, one in each. Tired feet climb stairs that creek, bowing under his weight. Griswold uses his toe, pushing gently on the bottom of a frame, and it squeaks open.

A room full of metallic toys, built by hand for his girls.

Griswold | HP: 760/760 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 147 | ACC: 2 | LD: 4 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 72

Spoiler

Griswold, Fist of Anvil
Level: 31
Paragon Level: 21
HP: 760/760
EN: 88/88

Stats:
Damage: 21
Mitigation: 147
Accuracy: 2
Loot Dice: 4
AA
FL. THRN: 16
TAUNT
THRNS: 72

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Fist of Gaia - Incline [T4/Demonic/Warhammer] Taunt, Accuracy 2, AA
Armor: Forgemaster's Rattlecage - Juggernaut [T4/Perfect/Heavy Armor] (Mitigation 3 [+72 Mitigation])
Misc: Titanic Wall - Foundation [T4/Demonic/Shield] Thorns 2 (72), Flame Thorns 2

Skills:
Hammer R5
Heavy Armor R5
Howl
Charge

Active Mods:
Steadfast
Shield Bash
Impetus
Elusive
Rally

Addons:
Iron Skin
Rampart
Stamina

Active Extra Skills:
Leadership R2
Block R5

Battle Ready Inventory:
Teleport Crystal x1

Housing Buffs:
Well Rested: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
Squeaky Clean: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
Hard Working: +2 EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Item Stash: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
Delicious: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed.
Relaxed: Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
Advanced Training: +10% Exp to a thread. Limit one use per month [0/1]
Multipurpose: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
Decor []: This buff affects the player and their choice of up to two party members.

Guild Hall Buffs:
Lucrative: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters receive +1 crafting attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters receive +2 crafting attempts per day.
Col Deposit: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

 

[Nisahime 0]

An immense weight that felt almost overbearing. The gravity here felt so oppressive, that even the slightest movement was tiring. Clattering heels rack against blackened glass, sand turned crystal. Amber glow matched with boiling blood, the very inferno raged on in the distance. A wasteland, a hearth. Ground bubbles, bleeding molten metal that conjoins into pools that do well to light up the space. Thick, heavy, taxing but still those footprints in the ash continue. The print had been left, and as the blaze went on, drowning all under its depths. It was here of all places, under the brimstone, where foundation was formed. The bedrock to which all could be erected. Elsinoré knew it, and so did the hand of fate.

Into that sea of orange, as her eyes radiate with silver. Abstract, and obvious against that warm tone. "Hoplessness, crushing guilt. All is ash." The woman remarks, kneeling low and finding some flakes to grind to powder. "Melted stone, melded bone. That pit holds you, robs you off your form. Metal cannot take shape until it is cooled." Closer to that expanse of molten rock, it casts her bright, and she can feel its hatred. The stuff twists and crawls, a recess formed as in its center a bulbous sphere raises high. "I thought you were stronger than this. I can relish that resistance, that..." A pause as she takes a single step in, her foot becoming flame. "Strength of will, can you hear me, Titan? Listen to my voice and breakith thy chains."

Edited November 18, 2021 by Nisahime

[Griswold 0]

The room catches fire, as his whole life goes up in smoke. A dream quickly shifts to nightmare. Daughters gone, and with them a home. Holding but a single child of three, as that entire world came crashing down. And yet you can see her age, grow in an instant. Before her skin starts to flake, smolder at the seams, and she becomes ash alongside it. Rushing with feet that don't move fast enough. Tired, old. In the wake, nothing more than a blaze at his back and nothing. Strength only lasted so long, virtue only so strong. Latched around his wrists, irons, that pull hard against them and drag him to his knees. His skin burns, his blood boils. Consumed by his work, consumed by his failure. All that is left is a sea of stone made hot.

"Anna. Freyja. Elda." the words roll off his tongue as he is submerged in that molten metal, that inferno that had robbed him of all. A tired old man that could do nothing as it screamed with a hiss. Stiff, locked in place in a prison of his own design. All encompassing and blinded by it, cannot see, cannot hear but simply be. His jerking against his confinement stops, and even beneath this orange he manages to twist his head. True hell, and yet he could hear but one thing through it. "I can hear you, but I can't" His shoulders bulge against his constraints as the words are pacified, finding both solid to break.

Edited November 18, 2021 by Griswold

[Nisahime 0]

*Psh* Another step, as the stone begins to cool. Long strands of silver begin to bloom like a rose toward a sun, becoming weightless. The heat seemed to have no hold on her, and was simply reacting to her footfalls. Ripping a sliver of white to her side, it takes shape. A star turned rod, before it seers into the liquid and begins to carve. It begins to take shape and yet even still there was still so much to remove. A single long sliver of white, in the shape of a blade. It began to look like a person, somewhere trapped beneath all that magma.

"Good, Titan. Then heed me and obey. That helpless feeling, it isn't real. What would they say to you now. What would Anna say to you now if she could speak?" An echoing voice that carried across crags in this amphitheater of rock. A swipe near an appendage and one can hear a satisfying snap. "Break your bonds, claim and forge arms as you would. That is what I ask of you Fist of Gaia. A daughter finds pride in you, and I would see it flourish." Spinning that straight of white, it becomes a hammer in an instant. A drive into the floor sends a ripple racing out, before the arm flashes and becomes nothing more than a shard. "Find me, Father and I shall quench that flame and allow you to cool." Trailing away as pebbles rain down the walls hitting magma in lines of steam.

[Griswold 0]

Lurching forward and coughing, his body still burned and there was a bit of metal shavings stuck to his skin. They could have been left over from his forging. To his face, cradling his head in his hands as he leaned forward on that stool. "Why..." He chokes out, the dream being piloted and lucid. The truth of the matter was, Himiko had taken everything from him. He blamed himself, and was so desperately clinging to the idea that he could make it back in time. How Anna was fairing without him, it haunted every waking moment. Shiina had reminded him this, Setsuna had reminded him as well. Both could be her duplicates, either by face or by feeling. "What would Anna tell me if she could?" A rolling bead of water playing sweat, a throat that ached like razors.

Noticing around his wrists, red markings and the dream became more real. "She would tell me, to keep moving forward. To not worry so much." Griswold reached below the counter, drying his eyes with his forearm and plastering glimmering slivers of metal across his cheek. Puffy and red, as he clutches on to a small metal turtle. Rocking a bit, the stool thanks him properly with a squeak. Returning it to the top of that platform, breathing a heavy sigh as he worked to stabilize an over bubbling sadness of a parent. "Father? To Elda, To Freyja. Anna? I'll seek your voice, I want to learn."

Edited November 19, 2021 by Griswold

[Freya 0]

A storm within a new horizon

Walking through the woods, a storm was brewing and getting more damning with each step taken. That flash memory of the dead as the lightning strikes above. Them lying on the ground, but this time was different, her, holding that Scythe in her hands at every swing, as limp bodies found piles around the darkened space. Yes, it made her stronger, but at what cost. Eyes closed as she lets her heart guide where she was going, she was still unsure. Horror and slicing past bone that echoed in the back of her mind. Regret caught deep in her throat, those names, player that she put down without a second thought. What other choice did she have, they were going to kill her... Her eyes open to a misted over area, stones formed in a circle with a soft glow. Names plastered on the surface, an accomplishment, the Gemini. Setting her eyes on the one that belonged to her, a name, something was off. A line draw across her name right after the A... Rubbing her fingers along the groove, trying to come to terms with everything but couldn't... Freya backs away and shouts at the top of her lungs, drowning under the thunder that crashed in the sky. Deep hard breaths and she stares at this column. Another cry out and she makes a connection with her fist, the top piece shatters. 

Lines of moisture run down her cheek, her chest was yearning for something to give, for that other glass shoe to drop and shatter so that she could deal with it instead of dwelling over what if's. A shaky breath,  she revels at the damage she had caused. Collapsing to her knees, she presses her back against that monument.

Freya | HP: 760/760 | EN: 114/114 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 4 | BH: 41 | LD: 6 | AA | BLD: 48 | PHASE | REC: 4 | V.O.: 83

Spoiler

Freya,
Level: 31
Paragon Level: 37
HP: 760/760
EN: 114/114

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 20
Evasion: 3
Accuracy: 4
Battle Healing: 41
Loot Dice: 6
AA
BLD: 48
PHASE
REC: 4
V.O.: 83

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Final Calamity - Remorse (T4/Demonic/2HBA): Absolute Accuracy, Vampiric Offensive 1, Bleed 1, Phase
Armor: Dark Embrace - Sacrifice (T4/Perfect/Light Armor): Evasion 2, Recovery 1
Misc: Ebon Band - Truth (Tierless/Perfect/Trinket): Accuracy 3

Skills:
Axe R5
Cloth Armor R5
Charge
Energist
Searching R5
Battle Healing R5

Active Mods:
Athletics
Tracking
Night Vision

Addons:
Nimble
Stamina
Precision
Ferocity

Active Extra Skills:
Concentration
Survival

Battle Ready Inventory:
Teleport Crystal x1
Numbing Hymn - Falter [T1/Rare/Debuff/Instant] -2 Evasion x5
Numbing Hymn - Falter [T1/Rare/Debuff/Instant] -2 Evasion x5
Flash of Rejuvenation [T1/Perfect/Crystal] Mass Heal x5

Housing Buffs:
Filling: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot.
Delicious: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed.
Advanced Training: +10% Exp to a thread. Limit one use per month [1/1]

Guild Hall Buffs:
Lucrative: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters receive +1 crafting attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters receive +2 crafting attempts per day.
Col Deposit: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Edited November 19, 2021 by Freya

[Nisahime 0]

"I thought you were better than this, girl. I've been gone for all about two seconds, and here you are wallowing like a child." A flash of light rocks the sky, painting the entire place in clarity. Striking blonde hair, a twisted smile with the soft tapping of feet upon stone. "You know, that idiot fianceé of yours was up here to, stuck in a torment of his own making..." He laughs in a sinister bark before continuing, "Just...Like...You." Another stroke of lightning, punching a hole in the dirt and making it steam. Rain poured down in that same taste of Gemini, as Freya came face to face with that memory. Clutching his face abruptly, as if holding something in his eye from spilling out. "That's enough, Kurayama. The girl has learned much since." Passing through that bitter downpour, cascading through the flora and making the entire place ripe with scent.

*click* *click* *click*

"Sorrow finds you, regret finds you. A blessing and curse, and yet you blame another. I have naught pity for the deceased, nor does the boy I am." As she walks past, dragging a finger across Tuatha's right shoulder. Immediately, his grim smile becomes placid, his eyes becoming soft and absent. A flash of lightning and he was gone. "Girl with a darkened heart, scorned by a mistake you don't even realize. One that robs you of happiness to this day, fate was not grinning in your favor. I took a chance on you. Was I mistaken? Were you worth saving?" Almost a dark tone of judgment as she looks down on the drenched blonde, piercing white eyes that racked her soul through her skin.

[Freya 0]

Her eyes flash open hearing a familiar voice, a man, a blonde, Tuatha. A mention of Gaius as her chest tightens, this was bigger that her and Freyd could ever imagine. Thunder crashing in the sky and then suddenly nothing. Footsteps in the now silenced place, seeing something directly in front of her as lightning crashes down and Tuatha was gone. Slowly looking up at the figure, "Nisahime, fate..." hair falls to cover one eye. Listening to her as Freyja's head drops, eye's become wide, trying to figure out if this was real. Everything that had happened up to this point is not under normal game mechanics. Now knowing that Tuatha was actually connected to Nisahime, one answer down. "You're right, why should I take pity on the starving animals that sought to kill me. If Tuatha was not there, I would not be amongst the living." It was simple, they had to die so that she did not, she got a second chance. They got what was coming to them. Yes, she took a life, but they had taken possibly dozens. In laying them to rest, she saved several from the same fate that had transpired... Pushing her hair out of her face with a hand as she rises to her feet.

Nisa says something that catches her off guard though. Freyja was happy, No, she is happy. The one thing that she will always regret, the one thing that will always bring her sorrow is when she abandoned her sister. Freyja pushed her sister away to protect her, to save her from having to deal with the friends that were always at her side. Pulling her hand up, palm facing up... "What did I do..." was it her own selfish reason why she let Eruda be alone, thinking that Eruda could make a life in peace when her heart was already broken from that damage that their mother caused... "Oh, god," A terrifying look peered across Freyja's face. Thinking deeper, eyes lift to meet Nisahime's. Tuatha was not the bad guy, she was... "What is the black mist that follows me around?" The more Freyja started to piece together, the clearer everything became. She had to make it right, she had to fix the landslide that she created. Eruda forgave her, but if Freyja couldn't forgive herself, none of it would ever matter... This was reality...

Edited November 19, 2021 by Freya

[Nisahime 0]

"Morrighan, will suffice. Despite what this facsimile has given me to dissuade me from what must be done." Static burns bright above, racking against wood and setting some of it ablaze. "Correct, you are doing exactly what I intended you to. Hesitation will muddy that, and I will not tolerate such discord. Those that have chosen cowardice, fear, sorrow receive what they deserve. But cure yourself of allowing it to taint you, linger on it naught but relish it neither. The line between the two must be walked. Do what must, but do not savor it. Else you will become what shouldn't, you will become them." Lifting her hand before her, a flash of silver manifesting in the space between them both, eyes of judgment still seared like a branding iron.

"Release thyne own shackles, like father, like daughter. As such, these of your own making as well. It is the stink of regret, the smell of sorrow, that taints you so. A fitting participant..." The goddess of fate lifts her hand and Tuatha appears and waves toward Freya nonchalantly. "You wish to know what you could have been before such a grave mistake almost cost you your life? The very one I corrected before?" A coy smile draws upon her lips that Kurayama mirrors over her right shoulder.

Suddenly, a wind back of that star, and it becomes a scythe that mimic's her own. Violently tearing it across Freya's throat, but it doesn't hurt. A flash of white light, and pouring from her throat into her hands wasn't data, it wasn't blood but flame. A dim and sickly red flame. "Your lineage dear sister, Freyja, Daughter of Sorrow. Earn it back."

[Freya 0]

With a blink they were gone, gripping her throat with a sharp inhale trying to gasp for air. Choking out a cough as her hands linger in front of her. Staring down at them, burned. The question was answered by a single action. "Morrighan," a single name given with a soft voice, Fate... Taking a deep breath now as she concentrates on that very mist she held inside. Flicking open as it dances around her, it was weird, all this time she thought it was from Tuatha given it would only show when she fought. Getting to her knees, she does something that she never did before now. Breathing in this content, smoke fill her lungs as she began to hack. It all became clear, those flames, that fire, her father and sister carried within them. It was a spark, which Freyja did not have. She had wronged her family, the only family she had at the time. Getting to her feet quickly, glancing down at the thick substance, she raises a hand. Pulling her finger in forming a fist as the blackness ceases to exist. Freyja didn't even realize that the storm was not there, as the remaining liquid drips from her bangs. 

"I will not fall back, only stride forward. The past should be left there and the only thing I can do now is prove that something like that will never happen again. I have a flame inside me somewhere, I just need to find it. I will find it." Eyes shift to the slab, rubble litter the ground. Picking up the pieces as she restore the whole frame it first took shape of. A smile, with a flash of light, it molds itself back together. "I am not broken, I did the right thing. I know that now." Thinking about the names on that monument. She had already fixed things between her twin, "I will start putting my family first. They deserve at least that from me..."

Sending a message to Eruda and Griswold telling them to meet at her house. It was time to become a family again.