"Guess she ran away then?" Allereun replied, narrowing his eyes, "Shoulda turned her away if I knew she was going to be so m-"
CRASH!
The falling over shelf and the shattering of glass caused the alchemist to immediately cringe, reflexively jumping away. Ok, this WAS bad. At this rate...
"No, dude, seriously, I'm telling this to you as a fellow, decent human, but you don't want to push over everything willy-nilly, and...oh geez." It was a wisp of flame that became a ball, burning brightly within the darkness of the apothecary. Though this normally would have meant nothing, as Allereun naturally had the common sense to not store explosive concoctions in easily breakable containers, the combination of certain ingredients would usually create a variety of really bad, really unpleasant things. Add some heat to accelerate the reaction, and what did you get?
A chemical weapon that was scentless and insidious.
"Ok, being real here, my man. Put away the fire, don't try any more magical stuff, and just...stop, ok? Really, if you want to burn down the store, go for it, but don't do it right now, yeah? Seriously. Just chill."
Amaryllis got a good chuckle out of that. “Getting popular, aren’t you, Rina? Keep this up and you'll have all the girls eating out of your hand.”
But that was all it was worth, and the whole blood-drenched aesthetic was becoming rather dry and unappealing. Sirens sounded in the distance, mundane police no doubt attracted by the sheer amount of devastation wrought upon this area, devastation that the veil of ignorance itself was insufficient to fully camouflage. What would it be this time? A gas pipe explosion? Another smile, and the Knight of Rose turned to the Wrought Iron Huntress once more.
“I must withdraw now, m’lady, and purify myself of the eldritch taint that cleans onto my form. Though it pains me to separate from you so soon after meeting again, I know it shall only be a fleeting departure. Prithee send for me when you desire good company to compliment comforting cuisine. But for now…”
A final scattering of rose petals, and the girl bounded off into the distance.
Lycanbane - Increased Damage against Lycan-based Enemies Feral Experience (X/Title) - If User is to gain experience in Wild Areas, User receives increased bonus experience.
Light’s Bane Cloak+5 Hide Ring of Protection+1% to all items' resistances. Teleport RingTeleport small distance, once per day.
Light-speed Escape (8) User's body automatically moves a medium distance away at the speed of light when they fall below 10% of maximum HP. Passive.
Bounty (1/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Passive. Greater Bounty (5/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty. Passive. Grand Bounty (10/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive.
Flexible (1/Lancer) Whenever user successfully Evades a melee attack against the user, user may immediately move backwards or counterattack to deal low piercing damage. Practiced Steps (5/Lancer) User gains +15% Evasion chance if an opponent has a short-range melee weapon. Polearm Mastery (10/Lancer) User's normal attacks deal 5% additional damage.
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It was such a small thing. She wouldn’t have died even if she were struck by that bolt. The notification blinked out before she could even fully read it. And was it really her own skill that allowed her to dodge, or simply a matter of the percentages that ruled the framework of the game? Cecilia didn’t know. She didn’t know at all.
But that didn’t stop the exuberance that burst out of her heart, the bright smile that emerged from her rain-streaked face. Small victories. Small, clear victories. That’s what sustained her. And as if answering the ember of joy burning in her heart, another flash of lightning illuminated the world, searing the image of the stormbringer into her eyes.
She could feel its roar in her bones. A beast of lightning and wind, that inhabited the depths of the oceans before them. The lancer licked her lips, pausing her run to watch it swim away.
“Godzilla?” A moment of silence, and then she chuckled, enjoying the soft rain that danced over her skin. “Definitely Godzilla.”
Without the storm threatening to drown her out, Cecilia took the rest of the trip to the Guild Hall in relative peace, occasionally closing her eyes just to savor the silence. Some light exercise, a nice challenge, and then something funny. Was it all she needed to calm down? Probably not. Her objective didn’t change. Her mood did, and that was a capricious thing.
When she returned, Karuu was already gone.
Her expressions tightened. Very capricious.
Though imposing up close, the Guild Hall didn’t appear as if it was closed, at least, firelight spilling from the cracks in the building. Taking a deep breath, Cecilia did what she could to make herself presentable again, wringing her hair dry and putting on her leather armor again to hide how damp her dress was underneath. She shook stubborn droplets of mud and rain off her raincoat, sweeping it over her shoulders like a cape, and stomped the mud off her boots for good measure. Could she make a good impression like this? Cecilia narrowed her eyes slightly, before pinching and stretching her cheeks as well, feeding some warmth and elasticity back into them.
Then, there was a bright ‘ping’, and she checked the guild channel. Oops, right, the rest of them would have sought lodgings first.
Heyo~ <3 Ceci here~!
Just letting everyone know that I’ve made it to the Guild Hall safely, so I’ll be hitting all you lovelies up with possible quests soon, ok? Let me know if you want me to ask about subclasses too!
Also, I saw the Rathon and they’re totes Godzilla. Like, lmao, got the fin and the two-legged walking and everything. Super hilarious. Lazy devs, amirite? Anyways, not gonna hang for long, so peace, guys! I’ll keep you updated n all!
Bye bye~ XOXO
She tried a cheerful smile, and this time, she managed it quite well. Cecilia grasped the handles of the great door and pulled them apart, before walking right in. With a mixture of grace and chutzpah, the lavender-haired warrior strode right up to the counter, her gaze briefly lingering on the conversing NPCs before turning back to the receptionists.
“Good evening,” Cecilia said, dipping down into a curtsy, “Fine weather tonight, no? Is the Guild Hall open for service at this hour, or has my journey been in vain, good sir?”
There was blatant relief on Katya’s face when Renault addressed her. Immediately, she decided that the brunette mage was a good guy indeed, someone who she’d gladly protect with her own staff. A party mediator AND a good listener? Mathers told her that it’s the quiet ones that you had to watch out for, and Katya immediately knew why: this level-headed sorta person was exactly what was needed here. She felt some momentum building in her favor, and the young priest told to him, puffing out her chest slightly. “Fufufu, I’m glad you asked,” Katya said, “I can h- HURK?!”
A colossal force pressed against the back of her neck, pinching down not her nape (because really, Katya might be chubby, but she wasn’t THAT fat) but on her flappy priest robes instead. For a moment, it looked as if the twin-tailed girl was going to be lifted up in the air, but in the next, she dropped her staff, lifted up her arms, and ducked her head down.
Yoink!
Ettamri disrobed Katya in one clean motion, leaving the priest with nothing on but her wool sweater and pants, both a non-descript beige. She blinked for a moment, realizing just what happened, before deciding that the best thing to do would just to be…going with the flow! Patting both the hexagonal sun ornament and the copper tag of a fresh Silver Moon recruit that hung around her neck, Katya said, “I’m no child! I’m Katya! Mathers said every party needs a warrior and a priest. You’re the warrior, I’m the priest! Now name yourself, Ettamri!”
Of course, life couldn’t go all too great for the small child, not when Mr Butt Thruster was getting all in her face with his unrealistic and stereotyped expectations of what priests should be like. Yup, Katya was really feeling it now. While the weird mage with the big bow and the actual mage without a mage hat were big reasonable adults, and while the scary small girl and scary big guy were scary stabby people, for some reason, there was a kinship to be felt with not-scary short guy. Something like…
Wow, he’s like, my age!
“Fufufu, as expected of a knight of the big dog, always painting the world in your own de-lu-sions. Why should I have to act like what you want me to be? You’re not the boss of me. You’re not even a warrior!” But that sack DID smell good, for some strange, strange reason. Could it be? “But I am a benevolent, bew-tiful priestest, so I’ll do it anyways!”
Snatching the sack from his hands, she opened it up, and…
“Watch, I’ll purify it without even praying!”
…began to eat the roast chicken. It was tough and chewy and honestly not that appealing, but hunger was the best seasoning, and she had spent a week subsisting on delicious, wholesome, satisfying meals like potato skin soup.
Needless to say, before Siwon could intervene, Katya had already taken the wings and the drumsticks, stripping clean the bones and spitting them back into the sack.
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