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Post Action: OPEN CHEST ID: 256983 LD:1 CD: 9 Not expecting him to reply, for the woman wasn’t even sure she had spelt his name properly Arsine instead shifted her attention to the tiny chest, giving it a shake. Wondering what was inside. She tried to open it but the damn chest came to life, "A Mimic!?" Arsine shouted Throwing it back as its gnarled teeth tried to snap her wrist clean off. "This is disgusting!" She muttered, a rare flare of anger upon her features as she looked up at Pete. "You sick man! This is not one of those.... adult novellas. I take no joy from such a beast!"

As Bael stood among the sunlit plains, his blade loosely hanging at his side, a faint chime echoed in his ear, an incoming message. The interface flickered across his vision, Arsine's name displayed in delicate script. Arsine --> Bael: You may be right, this questline is bothersome. I do not care for it at all. Much nicer out there in the dirt and fields of your little chaos camp. I am in need of a long shower, or bath. Perhaps both. Is a shame you cannot experience those things anymore, Sleeping Beast. Bael's lips curved into a thin smirk. He read the message twice before typin

It took the other man a moment to respond, perhaps not hearing her properly as he continued to work diligently on his work, finishing it off with a balloon display of sorts. Though his silence didn’t last forever, as the man turned his attention to her with a tired smile, apologizing for not noticing her earlier. “It’s quite alright. You appeared rather busy. I didn’t wish to intrude.” She responded with a polite nod. The white haired man invited her to enter and offered her something warm to drink, though Aeva was admittedly lost on how money worked in this world. Still, the idea was te

Post Action: SEARCH NETTING (ld 15+ REQUIRED) ID:256978 LD: 8 FAIL ID:256979 LD:4 FAIL ID:256980 LD: 1 FAIL ID:256981 LD: 9 FAIL ID: 256982: LD: 20 SUCCESS Arsine approached Pete at the dock as he was tying off his small boat. A peak over his shoulder showed that his load was filled with a variety of traps, filled with lobsters, crabs and the like. Once again this is an older man with a long beard. Arsine was noticing a trend. “Excuse me, Sir - I believe you owe someone money.” The old man bellowed, a deep and hearty laugh. Mentioned something about the Mayor makin

Bael couldn't help but smirk at her words. "Don't mistake amiable behavior for generosity, Sleeping Beast," she had said, and he let the corner of his mouth twitch upward. Someone who remained unafraid, even after witnessing his actions, was rare. That alone piqued his interest. He leaned further against the tree trunk, arms crossed loosely, watching her prepare to leave, her movements casual, yet deliberate. "As for seeing each other again.." he murmured, voice low but carrying a teasing edge. "I have a feeling this won't be the last time. Even if I have to cut down everyone, I'll find y

Post Action: RETURN TUSKS TO LYLE Arsine quietly munched on her sandwich. Listening to how he perceived things. They were like water and oil in that way. He enjoyed simplicity. The bare minimum. Basic. Meanwhile, Arsine wanted to taste and experience only the most decadent and hedonistic of things. "I suppose." She said with a swallow. "That is where we differ. I do not care if there is chaos or not, as long as I enjoy myself. Why not adorn myself in gold, silks and finery in this place? I cannot do so outside, much like you." She gestured to him with an empty hand. "I doubt you would

Post Action: RETURN TUSKS TO LYLE Arsine quietly munched on her sandwich. Listening to how he perceived things. They were like water and oil in that way. He enjoyed simplicity. The bare minimum. Basic. Meanwhile, Arsine wanted to taste and experience only the most decadent and hedonistic of things. "I suppose." She said with a swallow. "That is where we differ. I do not care if there is chaos or not, as long as I enjoy myself. Why not adorn myself in gold, silks and finery in this place? I cannot do so outside, much like you." She gestured to him with an empty hand. "I doubt you would do

Bael's black eyes shifted toward the small spread of food and drink she had laid out. He let out a low hum, the sound part amusement, part acknowledgment. When she asked, "Tell me. Was it worth it? Losing the ability to sleep in hotel? To buy food? I suppose. One could sneak into town. But could you?" a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "If I cared about such lavish things," he said slowly, voice carrying that same quiet, sharp edge, "I wouldn't be here at all." He gestured vaguely at the open field, the quiet plains stretching out under the morning sun. "I prefer seeing the w

Post Action: Talking to Callum — Jack pushed open the heavy wooden door to the forge, and the faint smell of smoke and molten metal immediately hit him. The air was thick with heat, and the rhythmic ringing of hammer on steel echoed through the space, reverberating against the soot-darkened walls. Sparks danced from an anvil as a burly man worked with surprising precision, hammering a piece of glowing iron with deliberate strokes. The man glanced up, only for a moment, his sharp eyes appraising Jack briefly before returning to the metal. "Can I help you with something?" His voic

Arsine gasped, feeling his grip wrap around her small wrist, tightening. It didn’t hurt, and the man even seemed to adjust, loosening it slightly. “Poison?” Arsine shook her head. “No, I prefer administering antidotes. I told you before, no? I do not enjoy watching suffering.” Bael let go of her arm and relaxed against the nearby tree. Arsine placed the vial next to him, well within his reach. Then she pulled out two of the truffles and handed them to him. “Am not sure how long they will last. Is quest item. Durability may be low.” She placed them next to the antidote, another offering.

Approved.

Approved.

Bael stirred before she could even pull the hood back. His hand shot up with surprising precision, catching her wrist mid-motion. The grip wasn't cruel, but it was firm, instinctive. His eyes opened slowly, black and hazy with fatigue. "Poison girl.." his voice came out low, rough at the edges, "…are you trying to poison me?" He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and the small glass vial in her hand finally came into focus. Recognition flickered faintly across his face. He exhaled, loosening his hold on her wrist, letting her hand go. "Ah. Antidote." The ghost of a wry smile tug

Arsine awoke, not 20 minutes later - "Ugh..." She rubbed her eyes, her limbs felt sluggish. Noted. She should not eat the truffles meant to take out a boar that was probably twice her weight. The woman was meant to return the bag to the NPC, but he wouldn't notice a few missing. Right? Arsine smoothed out her hair, emerald eyes shifting over the field till they landed on a sunken figure before her. She snorted. Not expecting him to have eaten one too. "True to your word, sleeping beast." Into her inventory the woman went and pulled out a number of things. Two antidotes, a thermos of warm

Bael's eyes had been closed, his expression unreadable, until her words stirred something in him. "Comrades?" he repeated, voice low and roughened with disdain. His eyes opened, crimson glinting faintly under the hood. "Those fools were not worthy of being anything like that to me." A slow exhale followed as his gaze trailed over the empty plains. "They celebrated small victories against beasts that could barely fight back. Laughing, pretending they were strong." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "The only victory I chase for is on the battlefield against s

Post Action Fight Boar ID:256976 Basic Attack--> Boar Pup BD: 4+2=6 HIT 9 Damage Entertaining? Arsine paused at his words, shooting him a confused look. She didn't think she was doing anything too out of the ordinary. Not enough for the man to like her. He talked about how others had no fear, no hunger, going through the motions. But..wasn't that exactly what she was doing? How did she differ from others. “Perhaps…not many come here due to…the simplicity…of the creatures.” Arsine sized up the last boar, then lifted up her leg and gave it a firm kick to its side. It squealed

Bael's grin spread slow, deliberate, at her suggestion. "Take one together, huh?" His voice carried that deep rumble of amusement, edged with something darker. "Sounds fun." The idea of testing poison beside a stranger would’ve been absurd to most, but to Bael, it was almost poetic. A dangerous curiosity. Two people dancing around the line that separated control from chaos. His head tilted slightly as he watched her, his hood casting a shadow across his face. Beneath it, his eyes followed the way she moved, methodical, detached, and yet alive in a way most players weren't. He sat dow

Oscar was distracted for a moment. More spiders, more problems. This time, he didn't move from his position. Didn't make an effort to swing. His opposite hand shot out like a bolt, grabbing one of the spider by the leg and then used that one to beat the loot out of his fellows. After his time as Oscar's weapon was don't, he was dropped onto the floor of the cave rather unceremoniously and then subsequently squashed under Oscar's boot. "Well we're a new Guild," Oscar said. "But the goal is to get as many people leveled and geared as we can. If it works out, great. If it doesn't-" Oscar mer

The new guild had to be a very new development, and she and Oscar talked practically daily. Curiosity officially piqued, she did her best to split her attention between the quest objective and her best friend. Murph deserved some level of effort, as they were meant to be working together. But Oscar creating a new guild had thrown her for a loop, and the tea needed spilling before it got too cold. Why in the world hadn't he brought this up on the walk over, instead of waiting until now? Lessa didn't bat an eye as Oscar dealt with the four spiders - they seemed to target him every time they

Anxiety flared within Murph's chest. She was trained well enough that it didn't show. "Least efficient way to level up?" she echoed, gaze tracking from Oscar to Lessa, then back again, checking for any sort of reaction. Was this some sort of inside joke that she wasn't privy to? He couldn't possibly be serious. Her gut instinct was to press further, or better explain her... precarious situation. Given her total experience - zero - and her lack of any noteworthy gear, she was incredibly limited on what she could actually accomplish outside of the safe zones. Skipping the starter quests and

Post Action Fight Boar ID:256969 Basic Attack--> Boar Pup BD: 5+2=7 HIT 9 Damage The second boar…much like the first one it didn’t seem to pay her any mind, barely even acknowledged the death of its companion. Though…she supposed the AI for the very first monsters one would face wouldn’t be that…advanced. “Look at it.” Arsine said as she crouched in front of the boar. “Maybe I am too high level? It does not care.” She waved her hand in front of its face and it snorted and turned around, shoving its nose into the ground to munch on whatever it had found. “Is this how yo

Bael watched as she moved, graceful, deliberate, the truffle catching the morning light before it dropped neatly back into her hand. The words "Sleeping Beast" slipped from her lips, and for a brief moment, he couldn't tell if she was mocking him or acknowledging him. Maybe both. "Tranquilizer truffles, huh?" he echoed, stepping closer until the distance between them was filled with the faint scent of metal and grass. He crouched near the bag she had dropped, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah," he said, fingers brushing against one of the small confections. "I want t

Oscar recoiled inward, taking a step back as a chuckle escaped his lips. Murph had gassed Lessa up with all the talk about low level quests and her gear, so he didn't want to disappoint the new face by making her think that Lessa couldn't put him on his back. She wouldn't, of course. Monogamy and other such foolishness. But a man could dream. He threw up his hand in a wave, offering the woman a polite smile. "Well it's also that low level quests like these are like... the least efficient way to level up? If you're in a rush, probably best to rush the good ones and then circle back."

The laugh-adjacent noise Lessa made sounded forced even to her own ears. "Ah, no, I haven't," she finally answered. "There are a lot of these beginner quests that I didn't get to when I first started the game. I had kind of a weird start to things." Recognizing the absurdity in her own statement, she amended, "More weird than finding out I was trapped in a death game that could actually kill me. Or, not more weird than that. I guess just... additional weirdness?" Murph didn't press, and Lessa was grateful for that. Instead, the blonde set to work creating and sending a party request. What