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    The Crimson Marauder

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  1. Bahr

    [F01 - PP] A Forgotten Reunion

    Bahr gritted his teeth as a scarlet haze permeated his sight. Why is he lying to me? Red-hot rage bubbled in the pit of his stomach. He looks exactly like Yuki. There's no question. Nobody would do this unless they knew who I was. Bahr took a step forward, the tip of his blade inching closer to Yukiro's neck. The young man took and instinctive step backward, so Bahr took one more step forward, faster and more brisk than before. He continued to lead Yukiro backward until his back was against a wall and he had nowhere to turn. The blade, of course, was an idle threat. You couldn't actually lower someone's HP in a safe zone like this unless it was a duel. But that wouldn't stop Bahr from exerting every molecule of intimidation he could. "Why do you look like him? Yuki. There's no way that anyone in this game should know what he looks like. What sorts of vanity modifiers did you use to accomplish this? And why me? Was your first visit to my shop nothing more than recon? Start. Talking."
  2. Bahr

    Joanne's Evaluations

    Approved.
  3. Bahr cut a piece away from the tender slab of meat, piercing it with his fork and swiveling it into the bister liquid that had escaped the steak before raising it to his lips and peeling it away from the metal. Delicious, as were all of the foods that Oscar curated. He chewed the bite of meat thoughtfully, slowly indulging in the juices squeezed from the perfectly sauteed muscle fibers as it rolled over his tongue. After his teeth had shredded the selection to an agreeable extent, he swallowed, the texture of the meat as it slid down the back of his throat agreeing with every notion he had ever had of what a good steak should be. Even in real life, Bahr could never hope to create a hunk of meat so immaculate. He would need to seek Oscar out on the other side of the veil and see if his skills in real life lived up to the name he had made for himself in Aincrad. "Best steak I've ever had," he mused with a smile, setting down his silverware. "And, yes, I've been running into a bit of a problem recently." He rose his tumbler of whiskey back to his lips and took another sip, the austere oaky flavor cleansing his palette before washing down his throat. "I'm not really sure how else to put this. I love combat. Like, too much. To the extent that I almost got someone killed recently," he admitted for the first time to anyone other than the very woman who had almost died. "It's a completely different mode. It feels like it isn't even me. You caught a glimpse of it during our fight with Pinball. I didn't even care if I died. I didn't even care if you died, even if that's what set me off in the first place. The only thing I cared about was winning."
  4. It seemed that Bahr had predicted Zandra's intentions correctly, but she didn't exactly seem pleased about it. Disappointment cast itself upon her slightly protruded lower lip as she took a final bite of her cake, dismissing the plate and rising to her feet. Bahr remained seated for a moment, eyes carefully tracing her movements as he took another sip from his mug. Seemed she was already ready to go. "That is true, Bahr. That was an invitation to you. And I see that you have accepted it now. So what do you say about we go and clear some quests? I would like to see how good we will be able to fight together. You ready?’’ A bit forward. But Bahr was never the sort to turn down a bit of questing, and his coffee was almost gone anyways. He chugged the remainder of the bitter liquid and stood as well, adjusting the collar of his crimson coat and casting a smile Zandra's direction. "Sure. Haven't killed anything all day. Let's get to it." - - - - - - - - - - - - [Location: Larissa Outskirts - Outside Queen Delia's Palace] [Time: 15:47:02] [Weather: Overcast] [Party: Bahr, Zandra] Bahr's boots clomped loudly against the brick road as they approached the palace in stark contrast to the deafening quiet that surrounded them. Usually you would expect to hear the sound of nature at this hour - birds chirping, grass rustling, leaves scraping together in a roaring cacophony in protest to the wind. No such sounds permeated the expanse. "I've heard that if we get an audience with the Queen, she'll give us a quest. Something about lions. I'm not really sure, my info broker didn't give me as much intel as I had hoped." A brief moment of silence. "I've been sitting on this quest for quite awhile. I'm excited to get it out of the way. Have you don it yet?"
  5. rollin + 75 EXP - 9 T3 Materials + 1 T3 Materials salvaged
  6. Bahr

    [ET-F1] A Midsummer Bite's Dream... TIER 2 BOSS

    rollin ID: 129515 BD: 10 | CD: 10
  7. Bahr

    Bahrbaric Evaluations

    Name: Bloodstained Coat Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 8 ID: 124050 Roll: CD13/LD12 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 3 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +54 MIT | +1 EVA (2 slots MIT, one slot EVA) Description: "The pure iron content deposited into this crimson coat from the blood that has soaked its fabric has made it firm and durable. The wearer need not fear harm." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r8-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=582113 Upgrading Bloodstained Coat with Halloween Sticker. ID: 129467 | LD: 4 = Fireproof Name: Bloodstained Coat Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 8 ID: 124050 Roll: CD13/LD12 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 3 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: +54 MIT | +1 EVA | Fireproof Description: "The pure iron content deposited into this crimson coat from the blood that has soaked its fabric has made it firm and durable. The wearer need not fear harm." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17883-bahrbaric-evaluations/?do=findComment&comment=587170
  8. Bahr

    Bahrbaric Evaluations

    Name: Gloves of Caerus Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 8 Roll ID: 129443 Roll Result: CD13 / LD12 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 LD Description: "These gloves are rumored to have been worn by Caerus himself, Greek deity of opportunity, luck and favorable moments. They're tan and unremarkable in appearance, but never fail to bring luck to the wearer." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r8-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=587148 Name: Gloves of Caerus Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 8 Roll ID: 129447 Roll Result: CD13 / LD5 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 LD Description: "These gloves are rumored to have been worn by Caerus himself, Greek deity of opportunity, luck and favorable moments. They're tan and unremarkable in appearance, but never fail to bring luck to the wearer." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r8-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=587148 Name: Gloves of Caerus Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 8 Roll ID: 129453 Roll Result: CD13 / LD12 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 LD Description: "These gloves are rumored to have been worn by Caerus himself, Greek deity of opportunity, luck and favorable moments. They're tan and unremarkable in appearance, but never fail to bring luck to the wearer." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r8-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=587148 Name: Gloves of Caerus Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 8 Roll ID: 129454 Roll Result: CD12 / LD1 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: +3 LD Description: "These gloves are rumored to have been worn by Caerus himself, Greek deity of opportunity, luck and favorable moments. They're tan and unremarkable in appearance, but never fail to bring luck to the wearer." Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r8-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=587148
  9. Bahr

    Koga's Many Fangs and Coats

    Approved.
  10. Seemed Bahr's stock of Gloves of Caerus had dwindled down to nothing in recent times. Usually he kept an ample stock, as it was his best selling piece of equipment on display. But he had gotten a bit lazy as of late and had neglected to restock properly. When was the last time he had actually sat down to craft, anyways? Lately it seemed like an exercise in futility. Nobody came to a tailor. Whatever. The noobs needed him, at least. That's why the gloves were so popular. And so he made another pair - but that wasn't enough. A Crafter's Respite potion later, and he had another three pairs to flaunt around the shop. His stock had been successfully restored. Crafter's Respite potion used. + 168 EXP - 18 T1 Materials + 2 T1 Materials salvaged
  11. A perplexed look crossed Bahr's face as she spoke. It seemed that she had just pulled a complete one-eighty, first offering him help to reach the Frontlines, then retracting that statement and feigning confusion that Bahr showed interest. After a moment, the perplexity faded away and was replaced by an amused grin. He took another sip of his coffee. Ah, I see. It's a test. He carefully sat his cup down on the table and looked her in the eye, same grin from before. ""From now on, we need people that are strong and that we can trust they show up. So now I'm scouting the tier two, looking for players that would agree on joining us to defeat this game of death. We are willing to help you with as much as we can. In gear, col, materials, quest support and so on.' These are your words. Are you telling me that wasn't an invitation to the Frontlines?" He rose the cup to his lips again, but stopped. "I don't care that the Frontlines are dangerous. I know that. It's why I need to go, in fact. So others don't have to." After he explained himself, he took a thoughtful sip of the coffee, savoring the bitter liquid as it rolled across his tongue and inevitably slid down the back of his throat. He ould wait for her response before saying anything else. If she was trying to goad him into an emotional response, he wouldn't allow it.
  12. Not a bad hit - two of the zombies crumbled between the weight she leveled behind her pommel while the other two remained, though not unscathed. With a grin gracing his visage, Bahr's sword became enveloped in a ribbon of scarlet light before he dash in toward the remaining two. A couple of brisk slashes in a wide arc were all it took to dispatch the remaining ghouls and scatter them into the environment in the form of countless polygonal azure fractals. He resumed his position by Lessa's side, ready to continue the fight, but it seemed that Lady Luck had offered them a brief reprieve. It was a perfect time to get their strength back and reassess. "You know that I love that you wear the cloak I made for you," he began, his orbs shifting to meet with hers, "But these mobs are pretty wimpy - I don't think you really need to dodge them all that much. You could probably be using those equipment slots for something more beneficial. Do you have anything else you could slot in for now that might make the waves come and go a little smoother?" It wasn't like they particularly needed the boost - Lessa was doing fine and so was Bahr. But there also wasn't anything wrong with optimizing while they had the chance.
  13. Bahr

    Return Gift

    Bahr happily accepts the gift. He had been needing something just like this for quite awhile.
  14. Bahr

    [F01 - PP] A Forgotten Reunion

    "... Bahr? Are you okay?" That seemed eerily familiar. Like he had heard the exact same inflection recently at one point or another. He pried his visage away from the stiff cobble and looked up at the man he had collided with to see none other than - "... Yuki?" It was him. There was no mistaking it. Bahr's eyes lingered at the man's username. Yukiro... The name echoed through the inner walls of his skull as he attempted to discern what it meant. He was sure that he had seen this name before. Up close and personal. "You seem new, so I'll give you a tip. There are certain laws in this world that will prevent those armors from meshing efficiently. You see, Light Armor caps at two slots of Mitigation. Even if you are wearing two pieces of Light Armor, and their slots total up to three slots of Mitigation, you will only get the benefits from two of those slots. Ergo, a slot is wasted." His eyes widened as the realization struck him. "With Evasion, you don't need to worry about having very much Mitigation, anyway. Or, you could pick up more Mitigation from a Familiar of that type, or perhaps wearing Heavy Armor at the same time as Light Armor. Either way, if you aren't getting hit very much, it isn't something you should put as much though into. That being said... Better safe than sorry." He had made armor for this man. Recently. But he remembered that individual having had darker hair. He didn't look anything like Yuki. Either this was a trick, or Bahr had officially fallen off the deep end. He unsheathed his massive blade from the small of his back as he jumping to his feet, pointing the tip of his blade at the young ivory-haired man on the sidewalk. "Start talking. Who the hell are you?"
  15. Bahr

    [F01 - PP] A Forgotten Reunion

    Faster and faster, until the thrill of speed overcame the fear of death. Not that there was really anything akin to death to worry about in the Town of Beginnings, anyways. There was something to be said about heights, though. Bahr had confirmed recently that the game did account for fall damage. Whether or not that applied in a safe zone, he had no idea. Still, he strode across the rooftops with breakneck speed, movement graceful and precise. That is, at least, until it wasn't anymore. Without warning, a foot slipped out from under him and sent him face first into the clay shingles of an eastern shop, his visage scraping harshly against every last plate as the clinked and clattered in protest. The only comfort Bahr found amidst the chaos was the knowledge that he would eventually come to a halt - but there was another twist to this tale of skull-revealing woes. The edge of the roof was curved, and the momentum he had built up during his feverish sprint launched him off of the makeshift ramp and into the open air, propelling him into a complete back flip before catching the next roof with his face yet again. Lovely. He rode the stony shingles for what felt like forever, gradually ramping up in velocity as the roof sloped further and further downward. Eventually, he reached the end, and received relief from the unending whirlwind of facial evisceration - though it wouldn't last long. Some lucky fellow managed to find himself right in Bahr's path of unfortunate destruction, struck at high speeds and carried along for the ride as well. Both of them continued to skid along on their faces for another thirty feet or so before coming to a simultaneous stop, the flesh of their noses, foreheads and cheeks practically fused with the cobblestone road. Bahr did not even attempt to scrape himself off of the sidewalk until he was certain the man next to him had, as well. If he was staying down, so too was Bahr.
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