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Shop Post: Apple Crumble Cost of Transaction: 1 Mat Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: Apple Crumble Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Desert Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: 3 LD Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: IFusion of ID256026 + ID256028 = ID256029: CD:11 | LD: 5 Item Description: A beautiful Apple Crumble in a simple white dish.

“Most would call that hedonism,” Oscar replied, his voice muffled against her jaw. There was something intoxicating about this woman. Like the stiffest drink he’d ever had - he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so foggy. There was something about her. The way she carried herself. As if she were partaking in something she had long since denied. Or… Perhaps she was ignorant of its existence. Words spoken just moments prior seemed so far away. But it was in her manner of speech, the way she carried herself. Magnanimous in every sense of the word. Grace that the geniuses of old had the hubri

Date: 10-28-25 [50/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Apprentice Cook: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 4 crafts per day. Crafting Tier 2 [Dessert]: ID256024 | CD: 10 | LD: 15 | Success! +1 T2 Uncommon Desert ID256025 | CD: 6 | LD: 4 | Salvage! (Lose Materials ID256026 | CD: 11 | LD: 5 | Success! +1 T2 Rare Desert ID256027 | CD: 8 | LD: 11 | Success! +1 T2 Uncommon Desert Result: +13 EXP (3+2+5+3) [63/79] Fusion: ID256024+ ID256027| T2 Rare Desert = ID256028 ID256026+ ID256028| T2 Perfect Desert = ID256029

Thread Summary Word Count EXP (WPE): [6267]/5 = 1253 Pages Col (PC): 400 * 0 (20 Posts) count = 0 <<Luke Pendragon>> receives the following: Tier: 1? EXP: [1253 * 1] + [0] + [other bonuses] Col: NA Mats: NA Items: NA Other Thread Rewards: N/A

The desert finally fell quiet. Only the wind remained, brushing over the dunes in soft, whispering trials that carried away the last traces of the storm. Jack watched Zamek clutch the letters, the man's shoulders trembling beneath the weight of memories no one could reach. He'd seen players break before, fear, loss, exhaustion, but something about this.. this was different. There was no respawn. No system message to soften the blow. Just grief, raw and human. He averted his eyes. People ruin good things. The words lingered, sharper than the sting of sand in his eyes. Maybe

Fae tended to stick to herself when she wasn't specifically joining up with someone to guide them through the wilds of one of Aincrad's many floors, but she couldn't help but notice the brunette in front of her turn as someone called something she couldn't hear. It was the sight though that mattered 'Is that Nari? How long has it been since I've seen her?' it was clear that the higher level purple haired woman knew the man that Fae had been inadvertently following, and her curiosity was peaked. She gave the pair just a moment to speak before she tentatively made her way over to them, not

Jack chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating softly against her as she leaned in, their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling between them. "An obsessive saintess," he murmured, amusement curling at the edges of his voice. "That might just be my favorite kind." His fingers trailed up the curve of her spine, slow, deliberate, until his hand rested at the base of her neck. He tilted her chin just enough that their eyes met, violet and crimson locked together in the dim light. "But careful," he whispered, voice a velvet rasp. "When you say things like that.. it makes me forget this is just

Reytac nodded as he walked up next to Mari, his eyes already flicking around the area around them. He knew that Mari was pretty businesslike and would want to get going as soon as possible – and if both of them were needing materials as badly as it seemed, then he wanted to start as well. He glanced over as she fidgeted, reaching up towards her injured arm again, then frowned. She was a skilled alchemist so if he offered one of his crappy health potions to try helping that injury out, he would deserve the ribbing or ridicule he would most likely get. Instead as the two of them started walking

Jack was momentarily speechless. Alinta's exclamation of his name still rang in his ears, warm and bright, and her smile, genuine, unguarded, hit him harder than he expected. When she asked what he'd been up to, he opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. Her violet eyes were captivating, glimmering with that same curious light he remembered from the first time they met. The kind of light that made the world around her fade to a blur. For someone who usually had a sharp tongue and quicker wit, he found himself speechless. "I've been.

Fae listened politely to her friend, it was honestly pretty similar to how she had been raised, though her mother's lack of taking her anywhere was more due to a lack of care both for travel and for her family, rather than out of fear for Fae's safety. "Yeah, it was scenes like this that even made me agree to join this game with. . ." Fae let herself drift off a bit before she changed her trajectory. "My dad was an artist, he painted landscapes that he swore he had seen with his own eyes when he was younger. But they were all so fantastical, beautiful places with lush green rolling hills and c

Aphrael: Quoth the Raven, Nevermore. Familiar, no skill currently obtained.

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Earing a Living - Appraiser Eval Evaluating: Name: Steel Claymore Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: Acquisition: 256010 | Slot 1: 256020, LD: 15+20, DMG | Slot 2: 256021, LD: 13+20, DMG | Slot 3: 256022, LD: 13+20, DMG Item Type: Straight Sword Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG III Description: It a big steel sword lmao. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42785-pt-pp-f01-buyers-sellers-eal-appraiser/?do=findComment&comment=703386&_rid=8792

Thread Close! Reytac | [Word Count: 13800/5 = 2760] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 5520 EXP Cascade | [Word Count: 13800/5 = 2760] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2760 EXP Reytac: 5520 Cascade: 2760 Quest: +300 R: 5820 C: 3060 Reytac exp +2% = 5936. Familiars in Eval threads Unlocks: Training your Familiar

"No," Sinnamon replied quickly. "This ass is too iconic to walk around in some sensible fuckin' footwear." She let out a heavy sigh, nodding to herself at her own statement. "One must suffer to look this good. I'll just have to adapt." She gave Reytac a playful grin. She appreciated the concern. And the advice. Real class act, this guy. "Raidou or Teion then. I'll have to check them out. But I guess I could make my own stuff, no?" Sin gave a shrug, heading back into town. "Though I'm really wondering how I'm gonna source it all. But I got some friends I could ask." Outside of O

Familiar evaluation: Thread: https: //www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42721-pp-pt-f01-i-guess-murders-aint-all-bad/ Successful Roll ID: 255176 CD: 12 attempt 2/4 Success! Name: Arenyx Description: A creature born of storm light and shadow- A Raven whose feathers drink in darkness and pulse with an inner, ghostly blue glow. His eyes black, sharp with an intelligent, and unsettling calm; the gaze of one who knows. His talons are sharp and strong. He is a companion, neither beast nor spirit, but something balanced perfectly between. A companion not boun

They had shifted away from the Pker woman and her dance partner. Alinta was still a little unnerved. Wondering how the hell the ginger haired woman managed to make it so deep into a safe zone. A town no less. Eyes filled with concern shifted up to the balcony to glance at Oscar. Did he sneak her in? Did he realize how dangerous that was? She was apparently his friend, but…did that give him the right to put everyone else at risk? Her brows furrowed. As long as the woman stayed far, far away Alinta wouldn’t make a scene, but if she ever got the chance she’d question Oscars judgement. Alinta

It was a pleasure watching him. The ease with which he took to the stage, and settled into the literal and figurative rhythm, fascinated her. As far as she knew, Jomei and Lysette had never performed together, yet they complimented each other perfectly. Outsiders might assume that they'd been playing together for years. Lessa, who didn't have a musical bone in her body, marveled at the simple fact that two strangers could produce such magic. Lysette's words wove through the notes strummed on Jomei's guitar, filling the large space with light and life. And for the moment, Lessa was content to s

Familiar for Eval! Thread: Murders Ain't All Bad Successful Roll id: ID:255582 CD: 11 Name: Aphrael Description: Aphrael is a large raven, with black feathers save for a patch of white down the center of her chest in the shape of an elongated diamond.

<below is a dream, and does not take place in the game> Luke was out and flying throughout the great savannah outside of Yael. He was searching for what the locals had called “The Run” which was more or less the only way to get to Yael. Nobody had ever given him an iota of details about it other than it was dangerous. So, Luke was looking for some place that seemed dangerous. He was looking for some kind of clue, anything as he had to find Yael soon or risk running out of food. If only he could find someone else trying to complete the run too. The flighted mage eventually cam

Reytac hummed before he nodded his head in agreement. He could see walking around in shoes like that being difficult as hell, even if they did accentuate her calves nicely. She had to be right, though, it was the only reason he could think of, some kind of special consideration put in place to keep this ‘tutorial’ quest from dragging on forever. The real meat of this profession wasn’t finding the items after all, it was identifying them. ”Yeah that’s most likely the case. And I’d definitely suggest finding like, a good pair of comfortable boots. This world doesn’t exactly have sneakers f

Luke wandered through the market until he happened upon a store he'd heard great reviews for. He walked up to Wulfrin and said, "heya! I'd like to order a Sword with the Damage 3 enchant. Some heavy armor with Mitigation 3, and a trinket with Accuracy 3. I uh... I sketched kind of what I want them to look like." Slayer's Greatsword A large steel-colored blade that looks heavy enough to need two hands to carry it. Its edge is shinier than the rest of the weapon. Enchantment: Damage 3 Slayer's Armor A large steel-colored set of plate armor that looks like it weighs a ton.

Mari was leaning against a tree outside the safe zone by Taft. She half expected Reytac to be waiting on her, but it seemed to be the other way around. Surprising...really, considering she had to climb a flight of stairs to get to their destination and all he needed to do was scream out a cities name, and he was instantly whisked away. By Mari's feet sat a crate of potions, one of them already missing, cracked open and drunk by the woman to give herself the slight boost in damage she'd need to be able to wipe out swarms of enemies with a single strike. The woman wasn't sure how long she'd