Gaius

A huge yawn follows shortly with a big stretch, blankets falling off the bed. His eyes were not quite seeing right but it would have to do. Getting out of bed, pulling a pair of pants on while hopping on one foot. Grabbing a shirt, he would smell it first, deciding that it was okay before he tosses it on his right shoulder. Heading down stairs there was a note with a hefty size breakfast and a cup of steaming tea on the table. -THUD THUD THUD- glancing over seeing Boris upside down on the last step. He had never been good with stairs, they were bigger than him in this form. He then hears rustl

The man would begin to hoover off the plate, finding the food to be quite refined. It was almost as if Freya had improved years overnight. He'd pause, slow his consumption down and start to turn his tongue and truly taste it. It wasn't just filling the day out, given the man could eat like a horse. Or a horse. "Hmm, Freya your cooking is much much better. Been reading?" The guy remarks thinking that maybe she'd found some sort of self help manual, given that the seasoning was much more balanced and the quality had easily jumped up two octaves. Taking his cup of tea having finished his meal muc

The man rolled out of bed with a solid thud, it was a rough last couple days. He'd fish around his piled up clothes and huff a couple to find one that wasn't covered in crab bits. Rubbing his face, the man was hella exhausted with a dazed stare. He'd move for the stairs, clutching the railing like a life line as the guy tosses his shirt over his right shoulder and comes down in his boxers. The place wasn't open, so he didn't need to worry about flashing the customers. A set of animals beat feet meat across the mainstay almost causing him to trip over them. The smell of tea works almost like a

6/29/25 245933, Rare T4 Meal, (CD:6+1, LD: 18) [Well-Done Steak] 245933-1, Rare T4 Meal, (CD:6+1, LD: 18) [Well-Done Steak] 245933-2, Rare T4 Meal, (CD:6+1, LD: 18) [Well-Done Steak] 245934, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:10+1, LD: 15) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245934-1, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:10+1, LD: 15) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245936, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:12+1, LD: 17) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245936-1, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:12+1, LD: 17) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245936-2, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:12+1, LD: 17) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245937, Rare T4 Me

6/9/25 (Crafting Respite: 230292) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 245933 CD: 6 +1 LD: 18 Rare (3) 12 (+7 Ambition) 2 245934 CD: 10 +1 LD: 15 Perfect (2) 15

PH <<Assist System Engaged>> Level: 34 Paragon: 51 Tier: 4 True Tier: 9 Final Exp Reward: +0% Activated: True Light Lantern: +1 ACC, +1 LD (Party) Paragon (10): +1 LD while Looting/Searching Guild Rank 4: +4% Final EXP reward Deployed: 5-Star Ceaseless Beef Wellington (Gungir's - PROT 2 | EVA 2 [Feast - 205488]) {GAIUS} [0/6] Event: Removed (Temp) | Energist, Fighting Spirit, Battle Healing R5, Leadership R2, First Aid R3, Hyperactive, Energize, Rally, Polearm - Stamina, Charge, Polearm R5, Combat Shift: ST, Polearm - Ferocity S

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245574, CD: 6 (No Proc) Gaius finally claiming his weapon off the ground, turns and leaps into the ceiling. Setsuna had done a fair job of buying him the moment to get his hands back on his polearm. Its ripped up clean and the wind begins to pressurize basically magnetizing him upside down to the ceiling like a floor. Brionac starts to scream wildly as it starts to burn the air up around it, becoming burning bright with silver light. As if all of his desire to end this quickly had sparked somet

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245550, CD: 10 (+8 EN) Gaius would also be forced to dive out of the way, having the thin white lasers fly harmlessly past him as he'd run with his head held between his hand. "What the hell." The guy yells as he'd flip around the wall and heave his weapon out in response, finding it collide with a massive blue turtle that had since appeared and seemed to deploy a pair of giant cannons out of its turtle shell on each side. The thing bounces off the things thick head, kind of beaning it more the

*Combat Ended, Rhino's Horn and Troll's Blood reset Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) The dragoon lands gingerly once the giant crab beneath him is broken into shards, his polearm becoming much less under tension once it was no longer rooted in the beast. He'd flash a quick thumbs up toward the smith who would nod before they both stand up straight. Glancing back toward the woman that was the first here, Gaius couldn't help but remark to the guy. "She's something else, where do you think we are going to end

The man rips his spear straight upward as soon as he spots Griswold had the thing pinned. That long polearm of his acts almost like a lead, as he bounds easily into the skies above. The sand even disperses from the pressure, creating a small smooth circle from where he leaps. His weapon is cocked back over his right shoulder, becoming enraged with his inclination. A lime green hue twists to silver white, as it grows in pressure. A pivot and twist of his torso, and the thing is vaulted at extreme speeds through the giant crab like a skewer. It passes through clean, like a javelin and pops out t

The dragoon seemed just as relaxed as always. This morning was one of good ol' english tea and a well cooked eggs benedict. Freya was getting to become a rather good chef and had somehow down the line turned into one hell of a house wife, with their children being a pair nearly wild animals that couldn't help but get into everything including, scratch that especially the kitchen sink. With a full stomach and a chipper smile, the man heads out of the jungle and out onto a ripe and raring to see him beach. A smile and a wave to the woman that had ripped a weapon out of his chest, not even the sl

6/24/25 Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

*New Round, New Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245476, CD: 6 (No proc) Glancing down at his weapon, it wasn’t ready to attack yet. He would keep looking for Setsuna until it was ready to make a move. Opening each door, he knew that this was no different then her just hiding from them but it was weirder this time. There was no ice or mist, that to him meant that either she didn’t come with them into this place or she was standing in one spot doing nothing. He would judge her for doing that either, that girl ne

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245467, CD: 2 (No proc) Taking advantage of the fact that the large weird humanoid thing was not moving on the ground, his arms went back just behind his shoulder blade with his spear in hand. His feet shift back as he yeets his weapon swiftly through the air toward the thing. “Bulls eye,” saying as it pieces straight into the middle of the chest. “I do rather enjoy moving targets better, they are more of a challenge,” saying as he leaps over the table. Pulling Brionac back into his possession,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245414, CD: 10 (+8 EN) As Setsuna would chew him out, then proceed to continue flailing around the joint like a psycho for a good while Gaius would move for his weapon and pluck it from the ground. A look up to his left into the sky, he cannot help but physically roll his eyes as the girl scampers to a stop right next to him and proceeds to keel over. "I told you I had it." He quips to her and receives the sharpened glare that could cut through even the thickest stone. "I'm taking this seriousl