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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:27 pm
 Kindness and Sincerity.SPECIAL CHAPTER: RILEYS JOURNAL
gaia_crown Chosen Faction: White
gaia_crown Rank: Knight
gaia_crown Battle Dice Stats:1d10
gaia_crown Sacred Weapon: A long staffed sickle named Mal. (Unlocked!)
gaia_crown Mount: An American White Draft named Jericho. x x x x
gaia_crown BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF CHARACTER Tall, slender, graceful, and entirely obsessed with purity; Riley was raised from birth as a priestess of the light, and continues to follow the values and practices of her stringent sisterhood. She is always prepared with a ritual or a prayer to help purify anything necessary, especially the air and water surrounding them, or the earth beneath their feet. She does not like being touched, or looked at for very long, nor will she meet the gaze of a passerby for longer than is absolutely necessary. She is meek, humble, and completely unprepared for what lies ahead of her.
Physical Description: CLICK HERE She wears an unadorned white medieval dress, and a belt of large, extremely heavy prayer beads as a constant burden to remind her of her duty. Her face is partially covered by a modesty veil, which hangs at the lower half of her face. Her eyes are grey, and her hair is black, with only the top layer matted into tight dreadlocks using beeswax - these are carefully wrapped and braided with purple and white ribbons. Hairstyle example Intricate filigree of some metal slips in and out of the top of her hair, weaving upward into delicate designs created with special religious significance in mind.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 12:02 am
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 1:34 am
Items Obtained:Gear: [ Greater Leggings of the Scorpion ]
[ Greater Mantle of the Calla Lily ]
[ Greater Tabard of the Unicorn ]
[ Greater Gauntlet of the Octopus ]
[ Greater Shoulders of the Amethyst ]
[ Greater Helm of the Sycamore ]
[ Legendary Wings of Astraea ] Cards: (the first three is for a full set of armor) --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 3:07 pm
ARENA STATS: Arena Rank: Gold Crown G Rank Arena Monsters Defeated: Rank 1 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 x x x x xx(SP) x(SP) x(SP) x(SP) x(SP)Rank 2 Fights 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10x x x x x x xx(SP) x(SP) x(SP) x xRank 3 Fights: x x x x x 6 7 8 9 10x x x x xx x xx x xx x xx xxx x xRank 4: x x x x xx(SP) x(SP) x xxRank H: x xG Rank: x x xGM Special Boss: xFaction Colour: White Arena Gear: Four horns for her helm. Quest Step Skipping Cape. Chicken Whisperer Steve's Scales (see below) Prism Casket Black Ticket Limit Break SCUBA STEVE SCALE REDEMPTIONS 5 black tickets a dayUSED: 5/15 - x x x x x 5/16 - x x x x x 5/17 - x x x x x 5/18 - x x x x x 5/19 - x x x x x 5/20 - x x x x x 5/21 - x x x x x 5/22 - x x x x x 5/23 - x x x x x 5/24 - x x x x x ALSO USED: 5/25 - x x x x x 5/26 - x x x x x 5/27 - x x x x x 5/28 - x x x x x 5/29 - x x x x x THIS IS WHERE YOUR SKILLS GO gaia_crown [ Rank 1] Recover: Once per battle, recover 25% of your own max HP (round up) gaia_crown [ Rank 2] Bombadier: Instead of rolling your usual dice, roll four 4-sided dice. That is the damage you do for that round. You can do this once per battle. (aka roll 4d4 for one turn) gaia_crown [ Rank 3] Lucky Cat: Reroll your loot at the end once if you do not like it and choose the better of the two. gaia_crown [ Rank 4] Rank 4: Defender Double your FULL HP amount (ie if you have a maximum of 50 HP, with this skill you now have 100 HP while in the arena with this skill active). gaia_crown [ Rank H] Critical Up Every 4 you roll is considered a critical hit. You do x2 damage. This does not give sacred points. gaia_crown [ Rank G] Gamechanger: You may summon one additional member to this battle. This means your maximum party size is now 5 instead of 4. MAX PARTY MEMBERS SUMMON ABLE IS 5
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 3:13 pm
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 3:55 pm
[Morgana's Curse] Percival's weapon had her in a deep, unforgiving sleep. She couldn't wake up even if she wanted to - and oh, how she wanted to. The skin still kissed with the mark of Morgana's curse burned, and her nails grazed against it thoughtlessly as she dreamed. No, not dreamed. She would beg for dreams. Morgana gave her unending nightmares, and Percival's staff stole away her only chance at escaping by waking up. She was trapped in her own nightmares for a very, very long time. Where was the light? Her eyes stung as if sunlight burned them, but she could see nothing. She felt blind, and yet she knew somehow she could see where she was going, even if there was nothing to mark the way. She walked into the searing darkness, until color finally blossomed in front of her. It was no less dark than the rest of their surroundings, and yet she could imagine it to be some shade of violet and grey, surrounded by a blue glow. It was a creature she never would have recognized, except that in dreams, one always knew.
It was herself.
Long, lean arms of purple were tipped with claws that looked more birdlike than human. Her body was sinews of muscle, constantly tensing and pulsing as if waiting to strike at any moment. In the center of her unnecessarily voluptuous chest was a hole that went right through her body, a cavity that spoke of loss and otherworldy intentions. Nothing alive should have a hole like that through it, Riley though.
Nothing alive does.
She heard the voice like thoughts in her own head, and assumed them to be her own because they held a similar cadence, if not tone. It was difficult to focus on her face in the dream, because there was so much missing that she refused to process it. Where was it's nose, it's mouth, or the color in it's eyes? It burned to stare at, so groteque and out of place as it was. She heard laughter, but couldn't place where it was coming from. It sounded like an echo of her laughter in the treasure room. Perhaps that was all it was.
It was dark enough to ignore until that moment that her hair wasn't hair at all - she only realized there was something alive on top of it's head when it slithered, and began to reach out for her like monstrous arms, wrapping around her body and neck and pulling her closer until she couldn't ignore it anymore - and she had to, she had to ignore it because it would kill her if she came any closer. She knew this, because this wasn't the first time she'd ever seen it. Her. The creature was a female and it had killed before -
And yet, here you still stand, you freakish insect. The voice in her head seethed, writhing uncontrollably with an anger that Riley thought was somehow palpable despite only being a thought, a sound, a concept.
How many times am I going to have to kill you before you are truly gone? The creature asked Riley, as it pulled her closer. She saw now, in those white, glowing eyes, something hiding behind all of the hatred. She saw past the destruction, and death, and bloodlust, to something she was never meant to see.
Fear.
I am not afraid of you. The creature spat out into her head, and Riley knew it to be a lie. Just before it snapped her neck with it's long, winding tentacles, Riley realized she wasn't in danger at all.
It was scared of her.She woke up with a start, screaming up into the air for ten full seconds, before her voice cracked and she fell back into her bed, soaked in sweat - but free. Alive, and free. And somehow, even more troubled than before.
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