399 WORDS
LOTHRIC
One day, I too will carve my name upon this wretched earth.
HP: 200/200
SP: 150/150
MP: 50/50
Active Spells: Spell 1 (duration), Spell 2 (x/x posts), Spell 3 (x/x posts)
Active Techniques: Technique 1 (duration), Technique 2 (x/x posts), Technique 3 (x/x posts)
Cooldown: Spell 1 (x/x posts), Spell 2 (x/x posts), Spell 3 (x/x posts)
Passives/Buffs: Passive 1, Buff 1, Buff 2 (only for those that currently apply)
Items Used: Item 1, Item 2
Monsters Killed: x/x
SP: 150/150
MP: 50/50
Active Spells: Spell 1 (duration), Spell 2 (x/x posts), Spell 3 (x/x posts)
Active Techniques: Technique 1 (duration), Technique 2 (x/x posts), Technique 3 (x/x posts)
Cooldown: Spell 1 (x/x posts), Spell 2 (x/x posts), Spell 3 (x/x posts)
Passives/Buffs: Passive 1, Buff 1, Buff 2 (only for those that currently apply)
Items Used: Item 1, Item 2
Monsters Killed: x/x
It'd been a long time.
Too long, clearly.
The trek to Tolgalen had been less than pleasant; the trek through it even less so. A faint iron scent trailed behind the girl, her hand never drawing far from the handle of her blade. Such a... Dangerous place. Unpleasant and unpredictable. It reminded her of herself, once upon a time. She hadn't escaped that part of her quite yet, but she was determined to try.
To try and be a better person.
She scoffed, quietly. How utterly cliché.
But nevertheless, here she was. Three years older. When she finally found the Onyx Moon guild, it became clear to her all at once that she was unfashionably late.
The realization hit her a little harder than she expected; she could tell, within moments, that it had not seen use in some time. She was almost shaken enough to draw a reassuring hand to her chest, but she kept it by her sword. Clenched her fist as a substitute.
She hadn't known any of them well. She hadn't known the guild well, either. Just that it'd been... Hers. In an odd way that's all that she'd felt like she needed.
T'was clear that she no longer had it.
A bemused nod, trying to convince herself that she understood the gravity of the situation. Had she been expelled, she wondered, due to her unwarranted absence? Most likely... But no letters of notice had ever reached her. Hells, they probably hadn't known how to reach her. It wasn't like she hadn't lived as a nomad until recently. Not like they'd even recognize her if they saw her now; a black jacket, tattered to all hell, wrapped her body. Her hair what had once been let loose was tied into a lengthy and thin ponytail. She'd, evidently, gone through a reform. And she hardly mirrored the naïve child of eld.
Well...
The girl peered around herself inquisitively. Turned a few times. Scried the brush with her eye. She let her hand fall to her sword; she could talk her way out of a lot of things, but she was more inclined to be ready for a fight. Her fingers gripped the shaft. An audible exhale. She would wait, then. Perhaps a chance encounter would occur, and this would all be cleared up. Perhaps she'd have to fight something, as per usual.
Too long, clearly.
The trek to Tolgalen had been less than pleasant; the trek through it even less so. A faint iron scent trailed behind the girl, her hand never drawing far from the handle of her blade. Such a... Dangerous place. Unpleasant and unpredictable. It reminded her of herself, once upon a time. She hadn't escaped that part of her quite yet, but she was determined to try.
To try and be a better person.
She scoffed, quietly. How utterly cliché.
But nevertheless, here she was. Three years older. When she finally found the Onyx Moon guild, it became clear to her all at once that she was unfashionably late.
The realization hit her a little harder than she expected; she could tell, within moments, that it had not seen use in some time. She was almost shaken enough to draw a reassuring hand to her chest, but she kept it by her sword. Clenched her fist as a substitute.
She hadn't known any of them well. She hadn't known the guild well, either. Just that it'd been... Hers. In an odd way that's all that she'd felt like she needed.
T'was clear that she no longer had it.
A bemused nod, trying to convince herself that she understood the gravity of the situation. Had she been expelled, she wondered, due to her unwarranted absence? Most likely... But no letters of notice had ever reached her. Hells, they probably hadn't known how to reach her. It wasn't like she hadn't lived as a nomad until recently. Not like they'd even recognize her if they saw her now; a black jacket, tattered to all hell, wrapped her body. Her hair what had once been let loose was tied into a lengthy and thin ponytail. She'd, evidently, gone through a reform. And she hardly mirrored the naïve child of eld.
Well...
The girl peered around herself inquisitively. Turned a few times. Scried the brush with her eye. She let her hand fall to her sword; she could talk her way out of a lot of things, but she was more inclined to be ready for a fight. Her fingers gripped the shaft. An audible exhale. She would wait, then. Perhaps a chance encounter would occur, and this would all be cleared up. Perhaps she'd have to fight something, as per usual.
For what can we do but leave our mark?
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