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  1. Total Word Count: 24,974 Event Rewards | Choose one (1) of the following items: Dagan Crystal-A | Removes one enhancement on a weapon and replaces it with Envenom Offensive. (This effect cannot override the Envenom Offensive enhancement cap. Consumed on use.) Dagan Crystal-B | (Tierless/Consumable - Instant (during healing effect)/Re-usable) | Once per thread, as a free action: Add an additional +5% to any post action healing effect. This value exceeds normal maximum HP, and will become temporary HP. This effect is applied before Life Mending is calculated and benef
  2. In the moment, Hugh looked a bit like a spooked horse. His nostrils flared, and his eyes rolled wildly, unable to settle on any one thing for too long. As the accusations landed like blows from a fist, he soundlessly opened and closed his mouth. Finally, when there came a lull in the questioning, he inserted himself back in. "Destin had no place here," the man snapped, jabbing a finger in the bearded NPC's direction. "That's why he was invited. Nothing happened in Ronbaru, so he had nothing to contribute. All he'd do is blow smoke. He's old, and half the time, no one knows what he's talki
  3. Epilogue All around the cavern, the crystals gleamed. Blue, green, white, red, and yellow, a kaleidoscope of color. Only now, the hues seemed softer. Rather than clashing against each other, a violent battle for attention, they blended into a harmonious blanket of color. In the center of space, a scroll lay amid the still settling dust. As the first curious Player approached it, a feminine voice suddenly filled the air. “If you’re reading this, then Wushen has been freed. I suppose it is too much to hope that you’ve succeeded in ending its life, as we were barely able to contain it.
  4. Epilogue All around the cavern, the crystals gleamed. Blue, green, white, red, and yellow, a kaleidoscope of color. Only now, the hues seemed softer. Rather than clashing against each other, a violent battle for attention, they blended into a harmonious blanket of color. In the center of space, a scroll lay amid the still settling dust. As the first curious Player approached it, a feminine voice suddenly filled the air. “If you’re reading this, then Wushen has been freed. I suppose it is too much to hope that you’ve succeeded in ending its life, as we were barely able to contain it.
  5. Epilogue All around the cavern, the crystals gleamed. Blue, green, white, red, and yellow, a kaleidoscope of color. Only now, the hues seemed softer. Rather than clashing against each other, a violent battle for attention, they blended into a harmonious blanket of color. In the center of space, a scroll lay amid the still settling dust. As the first curious Player approached it, a feminine voice suddenly filled the air. “If you’re reading this, then Wushen has been freed. I suppose it is too much to hope that you’ve succeeded in ending its life, as we were barely able to contain it.
  6. The beast languished under the magnificent blows, as streams of color in all different warmth's screamed across this wary battlefield. Sprays of color ebbed and flowed like streams of river, like cries of a watchful mountain. Like candle light and that of the stars. Despite troubled breath and burning lungs. Desire pressed on. Hope pressed on. The same troubling peel of voices extrude the chamber in a reverberating spiel. The vary meeting of a roundtable having conquered its deep seeded corruption. A select few phrases echoed on past the myraid that seemed more focused. "a house
  7. The beast languished under the magnificent blows, as streams of color in all different warmth's screamed across this wary battlefield. Sprays of color ebbed and flowed like streams of river, like cries of a watchful mountain. Like candle light and that of the stars. Despite troubled breath and burning lungs. Desire pressed on. Hope pressed on. The same troubling peel of voices extrude the chamber in a reverberating spiel. The vary meeting of a roundtable having conquered its deep seeded corruption. A select few phrases echoed on past the myraid that seemed more focused. "a house
  8. The beast languished under the magnificent blows, as streams of color in all different warmth's screamed across this wary battlefield. Sprays of color ebbed and flowed like streams of river, like cries of a watchful mountain. Like candle light and that of the stars. Despite troubled breath and burning lungs. Desire pressed on. Hope pressed on. The same troubling peel of voices extrude the chamber in a reverberating spiel. The vary meeting of a roundtable having conquered its deep seeded corruption. A select few phrases echoed on past the myraid that seemed more focused. "a house
  9. To have come so far, yet feel as if they had gained nothing was the essence of futility. Wushen loomed overhead, immenent, impending in its quest to return All to Nothing. Those who fought against fate did so for naught, and would soon join the baleful chorus of those who had given in. This sudden wave of defiance… mattered little. The Elemental Warlord balked at their best efforts, now fully intent on bringing its wrath to bear… though, perhaps with less fervor than before. To feel the freedom that came with the disunity of the people and be so close to victory and have it suddenly taken aw
  10. To have come so far, yet feel as if they had gained nothing was the essence of futility. Wushen loomed overhead, immenent, impending in its quest to return All to Nothing. Those who fought against fate did so for naught, and would soon join the baleful chorus of those who had given in. This sudden wave of defiance… mattered little. [8:20 PM] The Elemental Warlord balked at their best efforts, now fully intent on bringing its wrath to bear… though, perhaps with less fervor than before. To feel the freedom that came with the disunity of the people and be so close to victory and have it sudde
  11. To have come so far, yet feel as if they had gained nothing was the essence of futility. Wushen loomed overhead, immenent, impending in its quest to return All to Nothing. Those who fought against fate did so for naught, and would soon join the baleful chorus of those who had given in. This sudden wave of defiance… mattered little. [8:20 PM] The Elemental Warlord balked at their best efforts, now fully intent on bringing its wrath to bear… though, perhaps with less fervor than before. To feel the freedom that came with the disunity of the people and be so close to victory and have it sudde
  12. The eyes of the mighty Wushen darkened as lids scaly lids cascaded over them. The voices of the divided chaos, that fueled his power generation after generation, had ceased. Its neck twisted and writhed with excruciating pain as its scales tightened and compressed, causing the dragon’s size to decrease every so slightly. The focus points on its body, each one that represented a different element of the land, seemed to pulse at a slower rate. Even the elemental visages of Wushen himself that sprouted from either side flickered, the images almost seemed to try and hold themselves together and no
  13. The eyes of the mighty Wushen darkened as lids scaly lids cascaded over them. The voices of the divided chaos, that fueled his power generation after generation, had ceased. Its neck twisted and writhed with excruciating pain as its scales tightened and compressed, causing the dragon’s size to decrease every so slightly. The focus points on its body, each one that represented a different element of the land, seemed to pulse at a slower rate. Even the elemental visages of Wushen himself that sprouted from either side flickered, the images almost seemed to try and hold themselves together and no
  14. The eyes of the mighty Wushen darkened as lids scaly lids cascaded over them. The voices of the divided chaos, that fueled his power generation after generation, had ceased. Its neck twisted and writhed with excruciating pain as its scales tightened and compressed, causing the dragon’s size to decrease every so slightly. The focus points on its body, each one that represented a different element of the land, seemed to pulse at a slower rate. Even the elemental visages of Wushen himself that sprouted from either side flickered, the images almost seemed to try and hold themselves together and no
  15. The representatives listened in silence as Demian and Raidou lobbed them questions. Only once both had fallen silent did Percival lean forward. “It’s a dangerous liquid, but it’s one that we use every day. It’s really impossible to get anything done without lantern-light, so everyone has access to it. We sell it in our shops, store it in our barns, use it in our homes.” He slanted a glare toward Raidou. “It’s lamp oil. Made from vegetable waste. It is flammable, yes, but this isn’t a toxic chemical. Most everyone has handled it at some point. One of the reasons I’m convinced this was arso
  16. Relentlessly, these loathsome insects persisted, an enduring source of vexation that never ceased to trouble Wushen. They were an unyielding obstacle, a veritable plague that cried out for total annihilation from the very fabric of existence. In Wushen's grand design for utter mayhem and disarray, they were the solitary stumbling block, an obstinate band of warriors, adventurers, and misfits, defiantly standing in his path. Wushen harbored an insatiable desire to obliterate them, to reduce their existence to nothing more than a gruesome tapestry of lifeless, mutilated remains strewn acros
  17. Relentlessly, these loathsome insects persisted, an enduring source of vexation that never ceased to trouble Wushen. They were an unyielding obstacle, a veritable plague that cried out for total annihilation from the very fabric of existence. In Wushen's grand design for utter mayhem and disarray, they were the solitary stumbling block, an obstinate band of warriors, adventurers, and misfits, defiantly standing in his path. Wushen harbored an insatiable desire to obliterate them, to reduce their existence to nothing more than a gruesome tapestry of lifeless, mutilated remains strewn acros
  18. Relentlessly, these loathsome insects persisted, an enduring source of vexation that never ceased to trouble Wushen. They were an unyielding obstacle, a veritable plague that cried out for total annihilation from the very fabric of existence. In Wushen's grand design for utter mayhem and disarray, they were the solitary stumbling block, an obstinate band of warriors, adventurers, and misfits, defiantly standing in his path. Wushen harbored an insatiable desire to obliterate them, to reduce their existence to nothing more than a gruesome tapestry of lifeless, mutilated remains strewn acros
  19. Pestilence. They were a pestilence. There was nothing more that they could be, nothing more that they deserved to be. They were here to torture it, until its final moments. Destroying what it was, what it controlled, what it saw over. Only a pestilence would do such a thing to the forces of nature. Only a pestilence could break down its forms in such a manner. It would rid the world of this pestilence. It would tend to the natural order, return things to the ever flowing chaos that was and should be. The chaos that bred life, bred continuation, bred ending. It was that ending. It would no
  20. Pestilence. They were a pestilence. There was nothing more that they could be, nothing more that they deserved to be. They were here to torture it, until its final moments. Destroying what it was, what it controlled, what it saw over. Only a pestilence would do such a thing to the forces of nature. Only a pestilence could break down its forms in such a manner. It would rid the world of this pestilence. It would tend to the natural order, return things to the ever flowing chaos that was and should be. The chaos that bred life, bred continuation, bred ending. It was that ending. It would no
  21. Pestilence. They were a pestilence. There was nothing more that they could be, nothing more that they deserved to be. They were here to torture it, until its final moments. Destroying what it was, what it controlled, what it saw over. Only a pestilence would do such a thing to the forces of nature. Only a pestilence could break down its forms in such a manner. It would rid the world of this pestilence. It would tend to the natural order, return things to the ever flowing chaos that was and should be. The chaos that bred life, bred continuation, bred ending. It was that ending. It would no
  22. As Raidou dropped into another chair at the table, Destin’s already thin lips drew together. “Perhaps I didn’t make my earlier intentions clear enough,” he began tersely. “I will ask that you vacate the stage, and find a seat in the audience. This table is reserved for representatives, of which you are not one. If you are unable to do so, I’ll borrow one of Fudral’s burly men to help you.” Tiberius scrubbed his calloused hands over his face, a gesture that betrayed his exhaustion, before he answered Raidou. “The cave-in happened last week. There wasn’t a ‘start,’ it just happened. We grow
  23. The walls had risen, the congregation of elements aligned and pulled into essence and being. All had arrived at the call and command of the great Commander of the Elements cry. The tiny specks, annoyance incarnate, should have fallen as they were besieged by the power of the natural forces that would envelop them, overpower them, bring them to a crushing end just as all things would; fallen before the might of the elemental order. There was nothing more for them but to submit. The eyes stared down from behind the wall of protective ice, frustration and a tinge of displeasure shifting acro
  24. The walls had risen, the congregation of elements aligned and pulled into essence and being. All had arrived at the call and command of the great Commander of the Elements cry. The tiny specks, annoyance incarnate, should have fallen as they were besieged by the power of the natural forces that would envelop them, overpower them, bring them to a crushing end just as all things would; fallen before the might of the elemental order. There was nothing more for them but to submit. The eyes stared down from behind the wall of protective ice, frustration and a tinge of displeasure shifting acro
  25. The walls had risen, the congregation of elements aligned and pulled into essence and being. All had arrived at the call and command of the great Commander of the Elements cry. The tiny specks, annoyance incarnate, should have fallen as they were besieged by the power of the natural forces that would envelop them, overpower them, bring them to a crushing end just as all things would; fallen before the might of the elemental order. There was nothing more for them but to submit. The eyes stared down from behind the wall of protective ice, frustration and a tinge of displeasure shifting acro
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