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  1. Bahr

    Ceres' Evaluations

    Approved.
  2. Bahr

    Ceres' Evaluations

    Approved.
  3. It was a heartwarming scene. A budding family. A community that Lessa could really call her own. And as they embraced, Bahr and Maya could only stare on. It wasn't that they were uncomfortable with the display, just that they now found themselves left to their own devices. In the presence of a stranger, no less. "Soooo," Maya began, "arm wrestle?" "You're on." They eventually departed the blacksmithery, Bahr winding his sore arm as they strode through the street to their next location. "Geez," he remarked, pain evident in his tone. "I figured she was tough, but I wasn't expecting that. I'll need to pump up my strength stat a bit before the rematch." "Feeling a little emasculated, are we?" Olivia teased. "I'm not sure what you were expecting. Did you really think a tailor could beat a blacksmith, girl or no?" "I'll have you know I'd be embarrassed if it was a guy, too," Bahr proclaimed proudly, before realizing what he'd said. "I-I mean... I just know I can be tougher than anyone." Nice backpedaling. Not really. Quick, change topics. "Soooo where are we headed now?" "Well, I figured I'd show you guys my shop next," she replied, stopping in front of a shop that didn't have a sign yet. "It's a bit of a niche profession, but it's full of its own rewards." She slowly opened the door, bearing the fruits of her labor to the curious pair. The entire interior was decorated head to toe in a variety of plants, sprawling vines, and gorgeous flowers. Rows of earth contained in custom display cases were filled to the brim with virtually any form of flora imaginable. There were fruits, vegetables, bonsai trees, aesthetic plants, anything you could think of. Hanging plants filled every corner, their vines stretching out and hugging the walls, trying to return the man made structure to the nature from whence it came. There were massive windows against every wall, which allowed the gradually reddening sunlight to peek in and provide the flora with the sustenance it sought. This same scarlet glow hung in the humid air, captured by floating prisms of moisture that dispersed the light in a multicolored array. If it were possible to capture the very essence of the great outdoors in a single place, this was it. "Woah," Bahr uttered as he gently elbowed Lessa, as though to say, "Are you seeing this?" But he knew she did. It was magnificent. "Yeah, it took a lot of time, but I'm please with how it's turned out. I've been so busy putting everything together, I hadn't even bothered with a name yet." She turned to the blonde. "Do you have any ideas, Lessa?
  4. When the light is running low And the shadows start to grow And the places that you know Seem like fantasy There's a light inside your soul That's still shining in the cold With the truth... The promise in our hearts Don't forget I'm with you in the dark It was funny how, when he'd read the original iteration of this message, he'd scoffed at it. There was so much attitude behind it, but Bahr knew he had deserved it. That was the sort of response one got when they had been callous and offensive, pretending to know a person and prod at their perceived insecurities. He'd simply shrugged and dismissed the panel, before walking them straight into a deathtrap. What happened afterward had surprised them both. Yet when he saw it now, it made him all giddy. It had become one of their things. A tongue-in-cheek acknowledgement of how silly they'd been toward one another in the beginning. When they were still feeling the situation out, and uncovering new things about one another. While the situation between them had been made gloriously evident by now, one of the things that Bahr loved about their relationship was how they were always still discovering new things about one another. He'd had it open, staring at it the entire trek up the trail toward Manderly. Heavenly rays pierced through the foliage above in thick, ethereal sheets, their rich golden hue attributed to the distant ball of fire that was still rising. In contrast to the afternoon, the forests of the twenty-second floor were relatively quiet at this time. The usual bustle generated by the insects and woodland animals of the area were sparse and hushed, hardly audible over the soft whisper of the gentle breeze rolling through the leaves. Occasionally, on a particularly spirited gust, one would hear the skittering of dead leaves as they tossed and tumbled across the forest floor. The nostalgic scent that emanated from them filled Bahr's nostrils before being released on a content exhale. Since he was getting close now, he dismissed the panel and pitched his eyes forward. He hoped she felt the same way that he did, about enjoying discovering new things about one another. Because he had big plans for today. Their first date. An actual date. Not a quest they embarked on together, not a casual chat at White Rabbit, not a wedding reception he'd dragged her to or a cult they'd infiltrated on the whim of a total stranger. A real, true date. A day just for them. An opportunity to get closer, enjoy themselves and the company, do fun things together. To share a kiss to build a dream on. He rapped his knuckles against the door the moment he approached, eager to get things started. "Hope you're ready!" he called, "It'd be a shame to have all this fun by myself!"
  5. With 509 Blank T1 Dungeon Maps that he knew he wasn't going to use, Bahr was set to finish the deed. "Alright. Now I just sell them back to you. Remember - I get all of the money from the Junk Sale. Right?" Hesitantly, Jackpot nodded in agreement. "Good. Then here you go, 509 Blank T1 Dungeon Maps for junk sale. Should bridge the gap between where you are and all the way to Rank 5. I hope you're worth it." Jackpot hastily snatched the items up, and a moment later, they were all gone. The money was returned to Bahr, and the transaction was complete. Jackpot was now a Grandmaster Merchant. Junk Selling 509 Blank T1 Dungeon Maps. 25450 col returned to Bahr. Jackpot earns 509 EXP.
  6. "So," Bahr began as he strode into the shop. "I've got a proposition for you." As Jackpot rose a single brow in curiosity, Bahr continued. "I've heard that Blank T1 Dungeon Maps are only 100 col at cost. I can sell them back to you for 50 col a pop if you don't keep any of it, right?" He received only a stiff nod a response. "Good. I need a reliable, fully-leveled Merchant. If you let me buy the maps at cost, then sell them back and keep all of the Junk Sale return, we can get you maxed out today." Bahr purchased 509 Blank T1 Dungeon Maps. 50900 col sent to Jackpot. Jackpot earns 1527 EXP.
  7. As Bahr slipped into the shop, he could have sword he saw a cloaked figure literally dissolve into a puddle of ooze and slip past him. But people couldn't actually do that, right? It must have been a trick the lighting of the night played on his eyes. At any rate, despite the late hour, it seemed as though the shopkeep was awake. "Er, hey there," he began, eyes scanning the shop. "Heard there was a new Merchant in town. Gotta say, like what you've done with the space." He approached the counter and laid down a collection of equipment. It was all swords and heavy armor of varying quality. He didn't really need any of it, per se. He was mostly here to see if there was anything work passing along to someone else. "Just a few things. I've been hanging onto them for awhile, and my usual Merchant went AWOL." It was true. He hadn't seen Dagger in quite some time. There were, in fact, still weapons that were tied up in the man's shop. Something that irked Bahr, but not something worth doing anything about. He had all of the equipment he needed. "Think it will be long? My shop isn't far. I've got a few orders I need to get filled, too." 15300 col sent to Ceres.
  8. Bahr

    Bahrbaric Evaluations

    Name: Slurpuff Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 9 ID: 136147 Roll: CD: 11 Item Type: Plushie Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: LD | LD | LD Description: A plushie of a gourmet ice cream dish. It was a froopy face, and a tongue extends from its wriggly lips and droops off to the side. A cherry atop the proverbial living sundae ties the pink amalgamation together. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r9-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=597204
  9. The thing about the Town of Beginnings is that it's actually a really big place. To those unfamiliar with its twists and turns, getting lost and spending hours or even days roaming its streets wasn't just a possibility; it was a probability. Even high-level players that hadn't familiarized themselves with the area could and would wind up in some sketchy areas without even realizing it. There was an underbelly to the city that few were aware of, a place where vagrants and criminals thrived. Just as crawling out of the hole of poverty was a challenge in the real world, so too was it in the virtual. To outsiders, these areas of town were despicable cesspits filled with the saddest and most vile of characters. But for those bold enough to take the back roads, for the adventurous individuals willing to brave the depravity of these dark alleys, or even for those who wound up hopelessly lost while roaming the streets, a sign with intricate crimson lettering may come into view. It will read "The Crusty Bahrnacle" as you squint to decipher its inscription. Only those who know this place or stumble upon it by accident will be graced with the contents within. An assortment of the finest clothes and light armor in all the ghetto. The interior would reveal a much homier environment, in stark contrast to the rabble just outside its doors. Beautiful display cases ran down the sides of the room with dark oak shelving hugging the walls just above them. Behind the counter at the far end of the room would hang bits of armor or customer clothing around backlight lettering matching the sign outside. The overall lighting of the room was low and mellow, with fixtures within the display cases and lining the shelves illuminating the merchandise without compromising the relaxed ambiance. @Kityuisa receives a 50% discount on all purchases. @Macradon receives a 100% discount on all purchases. Tier 1 Products Tier 2 Products Tier 3 Products Request Form Current Requests
  10. Bahr wasn't at all surprised when Olivia popped into the shop. She looked well, the bags that rode under her eyes in Sanctuary now gone and replaced by a glow he'd never noticed she had before. It was nice to think that she'd managed to move on and find some peace amid the chaos that Sanctuary wrought. She was doing well for herself, just as everyone wrapped up in that wretched event seemed to be. "No great loss, she was honestly pretty annoying." Oh my god, right!? "So do you want me to show you around?" "Totally. Lead the way." As they exited the shop, Benjamin offered them only a wave. It seemed he still had work to do, and it only seemed right to leave him to it. Olivia took the lead, confidence accentuating her swayed steps as she made her way to the blacksmithery. The interior of the shop seemed small from where they stood outside, but that didn't seem to bother the blacksmith, who had her kiln and equipment outside. An awning stretched over top, protecting the work space from any would-be rain. A small woman sat there. Dainty, feminine, with silver hair that belied her youthful appearance. Slender fingers gripped the handle of a hammer, which pounded away at her creation. A longsword? Sure looked like it. Her seemingly fragile frame spat in the face of typical blacksmith stereotypes, but the focus she put into her work was apparent. Varied weapons, armors and sculptures lined the wall - a display of her capability. They were ornate, sturdy and beautiful. Just as Benjamin was starting to make a name for himself, so too was Maya. "This is Maya," Olivia explained. "She just got set up recently, but she's already very popular. We've had players of all sorts visiting." "And I can see why! Looks like excellent craftsmanship," Bahr replied, inspecting a particular claymore that had caught his eye. Maya, who'd been ignoring them up to this point as she complete her craft, finally piped up. "Don't even think about it," she barked, a southern drawl bleeding into the command. "That one there's special." She inspected the warhammer she'd finished - wait, warhammer? She gave a stiff nod, then stood to address the others. "My hands only," she said as she extended one to Bahr. He took it, shook, and was surprised by the firmness of her grip and how calloused her palm had become. She wasn't nearly as dainty as she appeared. "Name's Maya, pleasure to meetcha." She then made her way around to Lessa, extending a hand in greeting to the blonde as well. "Ah, you've got rough palms, too. Blacksmith like me, or fierce warrior?"
  11. "You don't have to," came his steady response as he pulled her closer to him. It would be clear to anyone that the sight of the flock gathered here had had an emotional impact on her. And that was okay. He wouldn't have been so cryptic about it if he'd felt it wouldn't affect her at all. There was a certain magic here that didn't exist anywhere else in Aincrad, and only they could feel it. There was something special about that. "C'mon. Let's see what Benji's up to." He led her through the door of the young boy's shop, and was pleased with what they found. It seemed the youth had taken Bahr's advice to heart on the merchandise arrangements, but had added a flair of his own. Rather than contemporary lighting, he'd gone with crystals from the tenth floor that really sold the mellow ambiance. Natural light flooded the space through the open window, a far cry from Bahr's shop which was always kept in relative darkness. But as the sun would set, and the luminescence of the peculiar minerals would set the room aglow with a signature hue only they could produce, the unique glamour of this place would really start to take hold. Bahr was a little disappointed they wouldn't be around to see it. Bahr whistled, then said, "Damn. Kid's got me wanting to renovate my own place. Those mahogany display cases? Perks of having a woodworker nearby, I suppose." He was a tad jealous, but mostly proud. "Benjamin's become somewhat of a pseudo-protege of mine. I'd love to take credit for what he's done, but all I did was give him a few pointers and help him with his first craft. Everything afterwards is all him. It's pretty amazing what he's accomplished in such a short time." As though on cue, Benjamin emerged from the back of the shop. He carried with him a pair of plushies, sewn together at the hand. It was Bahr and Lessa. "Sorry it took so long! I had to add a few finishing touches," he explained as he gingerly pressed the dolls into Lessa's hands. "This is the prototype, but I'm making them for everyone. A reminder of the ones who gave us the strength to make it here and start anew."
  12. The teleport plaza in the Town of Beginnings was bustling, as usual. No matter how much time he spent away, it seemed as though this place never changed. There were always noobs afoot. Darting from shop to shop. Collecting items. Vowing that today would be the day they would venture into the fields and start their climb to the Frontlines. The enthusiasm was almost annoying, but Bahr couldn't blame them. Had it not been him in their shoes, just a little over half a year ago? He was an example of how quickly one could soar, so long as they first took the leap. He hoped that many of these people would reach the front just as he had, and in comparable time. "It's not far from here, but you know how the Town of Beginnings is. It might take a little bit to reach it." Not that it mattered. She'd seemed content to follow him around all day, so why would it be any different now? And she was almost certainly curious as to what he had in store. They made their way out of the teleport plaza. Down the winding streets, into the less busy areas of town. There were still people running around, but without the frequency, volume or bustle of the town square. Which was a relief, because just as Bahr could hardly tolerate Walmart in the real world, he'd found that the center of the Town of Beginnings had much the same energy. If you weren't paying attention, you'd surely run into someone, because god knows they won't. Finally, they reached it. "We're here," was all Bahr said, because it was all that he needed to say. It was a market of sorts where there hadn't been one a month or two prior. All manner of shops existed here. There were blacksmiths, tailors, cooks, alchemists, merchants, artisans, and performers. But beyond that, there were the less combat-centric professions. Woodworkers, decorators, sports enthusiasts, florists, and even those who seemed to be trying to figure out how to make machines work in Aincrad. A noble endeavor, even if Bahr didn't have much faith in it. To the ordinary onlooker, it would look like just another market. But to the trained eye - to the eyes of Lessa and Bahr, particularly - it was something much more. "Woah! Bahr, Lessa!" Benjamin called out as he emerged from a nearby tailor shop before rushing to meet with them. "I'm so glad you came! We've still got some work to do here... Er... We were hoping to have it all ready by the time we showed you." "What're you talking about? Looks marvelous. You guys have done excellent work. And in such short time, too!" "Yeah, well..." The youth rubbed the back of his head nervously. "We were excited to start our new chapter. Some people went their own way, but we all decided we wanted to come here and do our part for the people." "And you're doing great. I appreciate that you guys have some professions around here that are for just improving quality of life - I think that's something that gets overlooked a lot by people on the Frontlines who take professions. How's the tailoring life treating you?" "Oh man, you were right. It's tough at first, but once you get going, it's really addicting. I've never made so many things out of cloth in my life. I actually had something made for the two of you! Hang on a sec, I'll go get it." As the boy dashed back into his shop, Bahr's hand found Lessa's and gave it a squeeze. By now, most everyone in the market had taken notice of them. Familiar faces from Sanctuary, all pleased to see the woman who'd saved them. They offered waves, and the occasional, "Hi, Lessa!" Some of them even seemed happy to see Bahr. Likely because of the work he'd done getting them placed here. More than a string or two needed to be pulled. "You did this," Bahr reminded her, keeping his eyes glued to the market's denizens. He gave them a wave with his free hand. "They're here, alive, doing something with their lives because you were there. And you protected them, and motivated them. All of them admire you so much." Finally, his eyes flickered to meet with hers. "You're their guardian, and they all appreciate you so much. I just figured you should know, and see it for yourself."
  13. Bahr

    Bahrbaric Evaluations

    Name: Gloves of Caerus Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 9 ID: 135691 Roll: CD: 13 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: LD | LD | LD Description: This gloves grant the wearer inordinate luck. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r9-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=596938
  14. Bahr

    For Bahr

    Bahr happily accepts.
  15. Crafter's Respite Potion consumed. (+11 crafting attempts)
  16. Bahr

    Ceres' Evaluations

    Approved.
  17. Bahr's expression, too, soured a bit at Lessa's mention of the Lich King. Sure, that adventure had ended as best as it possibly could have, with the two of them sharing food and getting into thought-provoking discussions. But it still turned his stomach when images of the fight started flooding in, especially now that the connection between them had grown so much. Picturing her laying on the ground with the Lich King towering over her, pushing its massive sword further and further into her stomach as Bahr strained every muscle fiber to the brink to reach her in time was something he would never be comfortable with. She'd almost died, and it was his fault. So why had she continued to put up with him, anyways? It should have been clear to her after that that Bahr was a terrible influence on her life. A possibly deadly one. Yet, she didn't seem to think so. "I wouldn't change a thing though. If I did, I might not end up right here, with you." He wasn't sure why she had chosen to hold him, of all people, in such high regard. But he appreciated it, and the warmth that settled into him alongside it. And he appreciated her. Her laugh. Her smile. Her intelligence. Her deep, blue eyes. Her golden locks. Her wanderlust. Her seeming inability to cook anything edible. The way she made him feel. The influence she'd had over his life. The edge she'd pulled him back from without even realizing it. But Bahr wasn't the only person who appreciated her in that way, and she deserved to know it. To that end, they'd need to wrap things up here. "I guess I wouldn't change anything either," he remarked, expression finally softening. "I really, really wish you hadn't needed to go through that. And it's still heart-wrenching to me that you did, and I was the cause of it." A pause, albeit brief. "But the thought of ending up in any alternate timeline without you here next to me right now is even worse." But it was time to go. "I'm sure Fergus is chomping at the bit to get us out of here, actually. You listening in, Goat Doofus?" "Yup," came the gruff response as Fergus produced himself from behind the slab they rested upon. "And that's Fergus. Fergus. F-E-R-G-U-S, assuming you know how to read." "Ah, right. I'd actually forgotten your name for a minute there," Bahr chortled as he kicked off from the slab, his feet finding their mark against floating debris that conjured from below in the blink of an eye. "You just said it. Just a minute ago. Right before you called me out." "Did I?" "Yes." "I think you're fibbing." Fergus remained silent, but his face was beginning to turn red with rage. Were this a cartoon, he'd surely had steam billowing from his ears. "Say, can you teleport us anywhere in Aincrad?" "Anywhere from the seventeenth floor and down," the satyr sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath. "Why? Where you headed?" "The first floor. Town of Beginnings, if you don't mind." "Not at all. Bout time I got you the hell out of here." "What was that?" Rather than actually responding, a portal cracked into existence beside the half-beast, half-man. "Your chariot awaits." Satisfied, Bahr turned to Lessa and offered his hand. Slowly, he guided her from the platform and onto the bits of marble that floated up to kiss her feet. He guided her to the portal, but stopped abruptly before it. "Oh, right." Without any warning, he pulled her into him. Naturally, as though two pieces of a puzzle clicking together, their mouths met. Tenderly, yet deeply, all wrapped into a single loving embrace between their lips. He held her closely, then closer still, not releasing her until he'd had his fill. And once he finally had, he stole another. Quicker, like an afterthought. "I thought I was done, but I wasn't." The words didn't need to be spared, as the action did all of the talking for him. "There was no way we were getting out of here without that first," he admitted, a wry grin riding along his visage with a slightly dreamy haze. He walked through the portal, and pulled her along behind him. Once they'd gone, the portal snapped shut, and the plaza in the clouds was left empty once more.
  18. Bahr

    [OP - F22] Star-Crossed Gala

    "'Butter you up?' Please, you ought to know me better than that by now," he chided with a teasing tone. "Naahhhh. I just wanted to spend some time with you, is all." He stole a glance at her out of the corners of his eyes. "And maybe, you know, stay somewhere that isn't the tenth floor. The banshee's back." A sigh. "Hard to get any sleep, these days." There was a brief moment of silence before Bahr had an epiphany. "Unless you wanted to go on a little adventure of our own. A Ghost Busters jamboree, maybe? I remember you telling me you were interested," he recalled enthusiastically before moving his free hand to his chin, pitching his jaws upward, and peering thoughtfully into the scattered clouds above. "I'm willing to bet there's more than just the banshee we can get wrapped up in. And, truthfully, I can't think of anyone I'd have more fun with hunting ghosts. That is, if you're up for it." With each word that passed through his lips, he grew more and more apparently excited a the prospect. "Lessa and Bahr: Spirit Cleansing Extraordinaires. Lovers of books. Eaters of snacks. They'll write stories about us, for sure."
  19. "What would you say is the scariest thing you've ever done?" He had to ponder the thought for a moment. Which was perfect, because he was chewing on the last of his sandwich at that point, anyways. Right around the time he swallowed, the thought occurred to him. "Alright, you're going to have to bear with me here, because this is outrageously stupid," he began, patting the crumbs off of his hands and shifting his body to face her. "So in my freshman year of high school, graffiti art became really popular. Not wanting to be behind the trend, I got into it as well." A hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he continued. "It very quickly became one of those, 'who's done the craziest tag' sort of situations. And a buddy and I figured out how to steal all of the clout." He sighed. Placed both of his hands parallel in the air in front of him, and practically squeaked as he began to explain, but stopped himself. Then cleared his throat. Then, finally, blurted out, "We tagged a moving train." He cleared his throat again, then continued. "Yeah, uh, there was this train yard. We hopped onto one of the side ladders of a train, waited for it to start, then started throwing our tags up once it picked up a little speed. Then we jumped off before it got too fast to do any real harm, except it had gotten really fast." He could feel the rosy hues riding high on his cheeks, so he pitched his visage downward and pinched the bridge of his nose. "The ground was, uh, rocks. Yeah. I don't think I broke anything, but my shin hurt for a long time after that." He'd have to look at her eventually. He turned his face back upward, and before she could respond, concluded with, "So yeah. There's the scariest, and probably the dumbest, thing I've ever done wrapped up into one story."
  20. Bahr

    [OP - F22] Star-Crossed Gala

    Just as soon as she'd arrived, Cordelia took her leave. Completely ignoring Lessa's response, mind you. Oh well. Such was to be expected of youth. Bahr didn't mind. It gave him more alone time with Lessa. "C'mon," he prodded, grabbing the blonde's hand and beckoning her to follow. "Let's get some air." It wasn't that there wasn't already fresh air flowing through the open tent. A better way of wording it would have been, "Let's get the hell away from all of these crazy people." But that would have been rude, and Bahr was trying to be nice. For the sake of the event. And, well, because he'd learned Lessa wasn't so impressed by his more abrasive side. They made their way through the sea of people, beyond the threshold of the tent's entrance, and outside. Once there, Bahr cupped a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun's rays and peered out toward the hills. "Damn, really thought I'd be able to see Manderly from here," he remarked, letting his hand fall before turning to Lessa. "Though, I could be looking in the wrong spot. You'd have a better idea than I would." Partially the truth. He'd long memorized its location. He knew about where it ought to be, but it was masked by the treeline from their angle. "To answer your question," he began, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling the side of her hip into his, "I think I should come over today, tomorrow, and the day after that. If that works for you, anyways." @Lessa
  21. Confounding. Had his fever dream had any true merit to it? It felt so real. As if Cardinal itself had been replaying the entire scenario for him. But he couldn't actually put any stock into that, could he? It didn't matter. He was here, anyways. Might as well go check it out. Each inhale of the crisp air tickled his lungs, converted into steam that billowed forth as his boots crunched through the wintry terrain below. He would be there soon. It was strange that, of all places, the fourth floor had become a reservoir for so many memories and emotions. It was here that he and Kirbs had embarked on their first journey together with nobody else around. They'd slain the Avalanche together, and he'd been absolutely enraptured by her raw power. Despite her relatively small stature, he'd felt tiny in comparison to her. That was so long ago. It was also here that he had taken Lessa after their first outing together. Here where he had saved Oscar and Cordelia from the mutated amalgamation of snow and ice that comprised Absolute Zero. Here where he had met the mysterious snow-haired boy who led him to the monster guarding the Essence of Steel. Here that he had faced off against the Night's King, alone, in the hopes that he could glean some deeper meaning from all of this. And, apparently, it had been here that she had died. Here. This was it. This was the spot. So why was the tip of Dawn's Demise tracing a line through the light powder with each step forward he took? Why had his trembling beneath the permeating frosty wind subsided? Why had his eyes become as callous and cold as the frozen bark clinging to the surrounding pines? Him. It was him. The very man that had eluded Bahr ever since his revelation at the Monument of Life. Bahr's body was moving toward him of its own accord, and it took everything in his power to reel the muscle fibers back and come to a stop a few paces from the young man. The stare was relentless, Bahr's dual-toned eyes glued to his. The words that rolled forth were carefully enunciated, but still dripped from his tongue like toxic sludge that could corrode through the snow and frozen earth below. Four words. "Why are you here?" POTION OF MAGNIFICENT POWER CONSUMED (+3 DMG) SACRED DOG OF ACCURACY CONSUMED (+2 ACC) EVASION DOG CONSUMED (+2 EVA)
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