Recent content by Nyx

in the end, we are alone AP: 2/3 ( 1 AP used ) Location: Surrounding Areas - Astorea Prompt: Lander Exodus Narrator Tag: - - His sobbing was what captured Nyx's attention first. She blamed Madison. Being left on her own was a terrible idea and without having the Sheriff around to corral...

. AP: 0/3 ( 1 AP used ) Location: Surrounding Areas - Vintergard Prompt: Magias without a Cause Narrator Tag: - - This section of Vintergard was filled with chaos. Screams tore through the air from man and machine alike and it was impossible to breathe in without also inhaling the stink of...

. AP: 1/3 ( 1 AP used ) Location: Surrounding Areas - Vintergard Prompt: Magias without a Cause Narrator Tag: - - Nyx did not, as they say, have a horse in this race. And yet, here she was. The ending of the battle with Snofrid was mostly a blur to her and whenever she did try to think...

Her hand stills, the cards tucked back into the interior breast pocket. Madison's question hangs heavy in the air and Nyx continues to stare, her head dipping slightly, her eyes narrowing just so as she watches her favorite sheriff from beneath her lashes. She is preternaturally still, like a...

Something always brought her back to Dunnstads. Her life outside of the game had been one of highways, skyscrapers, and noise pollution. Eating seafood was a luxury that she never had the money, nevertheless the time, to partake in. And while this was still mostly the truth now, it didn't stop...

"My, my, my. Lookit what the cat dragged in." It had been two long weeks since the capture of Sznoshit and the disappearance of one Madison Morti—Freebird. There was chaos in every corner of the globe, bandits on the roads harassing caravans, and Nyx found herself without her favorite Sheriff...

160 - 80 HP ( cycle update ) [ 139 > 59 ] - 25 HP ( memory bleed ) [ 59 > 34 ] - 30 HP ( ley spears ) [ 34 > 04 ] + 15 HP Mitigation ( NPCs ) [ 04 > 19 ] ▪ Location Starting: 3 ▪ Location Ending: 3 There is no keeping up with him. It was a foolish request, something born of some high that...

160 - 70 HP ( cycle update ) [ 140 > 70 ] x2 Deep Wound Stacks ( cleared by brad ) + 59 HP ( brad healing ) [ 70 > 129 ] ▪ Location Starting: 7 ▪ Location Ending: 3 They are like ants in a mound. No single individual stands out from the army, no one face draws her gaze more than the...

160 - 50 HP ( highest threat, protected ) [ 141 > 91 ] - 20 HP ( cycle damage ) [ 91 > 71 ] - 10 HP ( GSL suck ) [ 71 > 61 ] - 15 HP ( B1 hazard ) [ 61 > 46 ] + 32 HP ( Brad healing ) [ 46 > 78 ] + 62 HP ( Ludmilla healing ) [ 78 > 140 ] ▪ Location Starting: B1 ▪ Location Ending: A3 She...

160 - 60 HP ( cycle update ) [ 160 > 100 ] + 41 HP ( @Lilith heal ) [ 100 > 141 ] ▪ Location: ??? ▪ Team 4 ▪ Vulnerable ( due to multi-attack ) Pain danced at the edges of her awareness. It was accompanied by the scent, and the taste, of fear; decadent rivers of chocolate and cream that...

160 +00 HP (Mitigation) +00 HP (Heal) ▪ Location: ??? ▪ Alone And just like that, as the world fell away into inky blackness, so too did the swarm quiet until the only thing left was her thoughts. The battlefield was not a place for introspection, for the hot brand of regret surging...

160 narratively wounded The World comes into clarity with a sudden sharpness that leaves her ears ringing. It's a welcomed distraction from the clicking, chirping, skittering, and slithering that normally occupies her brain space, so Nyx lays there in the mud and oil and listens. It isn't...

160 +52 to Mastery Check from @Hanno Futaba "We are almost there, BRING THEM DOWN!" The Starcalled rushed forward in a wave, their triumphant voices lifting into the air with every yell and scream they release. It doesn't drown out the swarm. She moves to take a step forward, her brow pinched...

160 vulnerable. The buzzing quiets the moment [ @Madison Freebird ] leaps from the parapets of the ruined castle. Nyx is expecting fear to rise smoke-like from the Sheriff's body as she sinks and plummets closer to the clash of swords and the casting of spells. It doesn't. There is no rush that...

160 Deft fingers slip into the pocket of @Madison Freebird 's trench coat and grasp at the silver flask hidden there. As the sheriff fires off another shot, attention diverted to the task at hand, Nyx lifts the container from its hiding spot, flicks the top so it quickly rotates and falls...