Recent content by Ilusa Nakhalee

180 Will Save Failed (99) Awareness check failed ▪ Location: 5 -> 3 Her head ached fiercely; screams, talks happening adding to the horrible migraine, the pain spiked within the rhythm of the blood being pumped. It made no sense. It made all sense. The HUD glitched. Szofrit glitched. The...

180 -50 HP (Szofrit's Attack) +00 HP (Mitigation) +57 HP (Heal) +8 Regen ▪ Location: 5 There was something unnerving about this boss, this enemy who spoke of ‘false gods’. In the distant past, Ilusa would have shrugged and just ignored the rambling. Even in some past she would have at...

180 -60 HP (Szofrit's Attack) +05 HP Regen ▪ Location: Team 5 ▪ Together Darkness. It swallowed everything. Astor, colours, sound, feeling. There was no terrain beneath her feet - she was floating but not. No sound could be heard. No huffs of air as she breathed. No rustle of clothes...

No longer alone, the UI glitched, but she used it, trying to communicate. fas fa-message-dots Ilusa Nakhalee H-helllo?/ Yeees.. I''''ll heal.

180 -25 from Lady Pain's Offer +11 from Regen “Nonsense. ‘Tis just the right timing.” Ilusa spoke softly, leaning into him and feeling the actual softness of the fur against her cheek. And it let her distract herself at the thought of not in fact logging on time; of missing this important...

There were some people in the Guildhall’s lobby. Some Ilusa recognised from looks, others she did not. She squeezed past the players, noticing the important woman (that she was here and there irrationally jealous of), murderous looking Astor and some other people that seemed to be a council of...

‘There is something wrong.’ This thought was a surety that Nakia, now she was Ilusa, felt as she logged into the ‘game’. The action, which normally was so smooth it was almost impossible to notice, a blink between one world and another, was different. She felt a sudden shortness of breath, a...

160 -60 DLR Vulnerable Ilusa felt sick. It had nothing to do with how her health in this world was affected, and for once it had also nothing to do with the fire and the trauma it gave her. No, right now, she felt sick because of the machine, because of the player and how he was affected...

160 -30 Eruption Tile -30 RKO -20 TUBBY +63 Self Location: A4 Fire. The fire was slowly gnawing away her health. Bit by bit, it tried to consume her. Like in the visions she saw. Where her husband- Where Astor- Where- She observed the numbers going dow because the fire was relentless. Bit by...

160 -10 Hot Tile The travel itself was odd. That path, the haze everywhere… And when they at last exited the portal, they were right in the middle of a fight. Ilusa immediately felt the heat, the scent of charred flesh and heated metal, her hand gripped Astor's harder. The fire licked at her...

160 Ilusa listened, even as she still soaked in his presence. This right here was happiness. It chased away any fatigue and she felt simply lighter. She looked at the cuts and as the person who had healed Jester, she noticed just how very similar the wounds were. Aside how Jester's were deeper...

160 Vulnerable Of course she went towards a more 'hidden' place where the caenis that looked… Very much like the very excitable Haito gestured to. "Thank you. I am well, but the explosion scattered us all, so we need to wait for others…" Some time after she said that, Zelrius reached their...

160 Part 1: Wall recap It was different, seeing Vintergard like that. From this position, she could take in the full scale of the destruction, and gain a clear understanding of the tragedy. But then a movement nearby made her focus there – a caenis. It was a young male too, short one. As...

160 Vulnerable Ilusa observed from afar, from relative safety. She watched, prioritised, contemplated – which spell to use? To heal or attack (she preferred to heal, but this monster kept her away from Astor)? When to use the chosen spell?? Because the health of the monster was going down...

160 Schilva ended up offering to carry her and Ilusa of course accepted. It felt a little odd to be carried, but the slight discomfort brought by the sense of oddness was easily rationalised away. The mac carried her and they moved so fast that Ilusa gasped and actually grasped his shoulders...