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"Heh..." Arms still crossed. Body still casually leaning. The faceless woman had played her part and showed remarkably little surprise at the firebrands' predictable bravado. The book had proven accurate, as it always did. Lancaster would revel in his act of rebellion, preferring dramatic action over brains. Sometimes it worked, but that was more a biproduct of daring than anything impressive. Luck is not a plan. And when his headstrong finally cleared whatever crimson haze of rage had cleared his pulse-addled head, he would recall Opal and the rest. If his assumptions were correc

"I uh," Wulfrin stammered for a minute, trying to find the best way to explain how he kept his fishing rod in the extradimensional space that was his inventory. "I mostly use a fishing rod and line. I can just use a bit of magic to keep it stored away for easy access at any time." Wulfrin was in awe at the expansive landscape around him. The forest was tranquil and calm, instantly reminding him of his favorite fishing spot on floor 1. The ambient sounds of the world around him only reinforced this longing. With the wave of his hand, a well used rod appeared that was freshly baited and rea

"He's hot as fuck," Oscar cut in. "There's very few guys I'd clown with in this god-forsaken game, but damn it I would play the xylophone on the man's abs." He held his tongue after that. It was important that she talk this out. Sometimes, putting it all into words - or the best string of words you could manage, because she was failing tremendously - help work through a problem. But she found her stride. It was no real secret to him that Lessa had struggled in her romantic life. Oscar had been lucky to find someone that he resonated with so quickly. But it had been an uphill battle for he

"Shame you've had your fill of hot dogs, I was rather hoping we could fuck up every room in the house," Oscar said flatly. Casually, almost flippant in tone. It was a pipedream, of course. It was a big house. They'd only managed to make a mess in the foyer and hallway. At their current pace, it might take weeks. Not that he would mind. But scheduling and other obligations kept him from really sinking his teeth into that fantasy. Still, he wanted to float it. If only to make her squirm with the idea of it. She was good at that. Very good. So Oscar would not let the opportunity to provoke that p

Ariel watched from a curtain of hanging moss, motionless as the stones beneath the forest floor. Dracul and Sewallus stood locked in their duel of wills, their howls tangling in the rain-soaked air. The Monkey King’s hesitation was a frayed thread. She would cut it. She moved. Not with Shadowflame’s hunger—not yet—but with Shirajishi-ryū’s lethal grace. Her blade slid from the saya without sound, a sliver of darkness against the gloom. She struck low and deep, aiming for the tendon behind the beast’s knee. Shink. Black blood sprayed. The beast howled, buckling. Not enough.

The forest’s breath felt heavy as wet wool against my skin. Sewallus walked at my shoulder, his battleaxe scraping against moss-covered roots with every step. Maugre trailed behind us, his bright cape snagging on ferns like a clumsy afterthought. The boy’s earlier swagger had dissolved into nervous silence. I could almost taste his fear—sharp as unripe berries. "Sewallus," I said, my voice cutting through the drumming rain. "When the Monkey King came for you—did it speak?" He stiffened. "Speak? No. It screamed." His knuckles whitened on his axe haft. "Like metal tearing. And its eyes

The damp air clung to Ariel's indigo kimono as she approached Remington's firepit. The zoologist hunched over his sketches, pipe smoke coiling around his head like a shroud. At her side, Kimba's white fur bristled at the scent of fear-sweat and damp parchment. "Here to interrogate the coward?" Remington rasped, not looking up. His quill stabbed at a rendering of simian musculature, ink bleeding like old wounds. "The Monkey King's patterns," Ariel stated. Moss muffled her footsteps, but the inverted V of her crimson cape caught the dim light like a warning flag. A bitter laugh. "

"I've heard..." Wulfrin hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. "Rumors of the All Hammer's ailments. Yet despite all his set backs, he still maintains the fire within his forge. I only hope my skills can prove worthy of the summons." Wulfrin followed his satyr up the stairs of Mount Olympus. Why couldn't they have an elevator in Aincrad like depicted in his favorite fiction series growing up as a kid? The stairs were steep and yet Wulfrin pushed on, keeping pace with his half-goat guide. They were well beyond the clouds by the time they came to rest. There was no break, just pure m

Rain kissed my cheekplate, cold and constant. Florenthia’s mossy edge yawned before me, the village’s rope bridges swaying like drunken ghosts in the gloom. Guardian’s Oath pulsed against my forearm—a low, warm thrum that echoed the forest’s own heartbeat beneath my boots. Roots listen here, Ariel had said. I felt them now, coiled and watchful in the wet earth. A sharp crack of snapping twigs. I whirled, shield rising. A boy emerged from ferns tall as spears. Pink hair curtained one yellow eye, absurd against the forest’s weeping greens. Amethysts glinted on his too-bright cape. Kimb

She hasn't been inside the main setlement of floor 1 for a while, things remained... unchanged. At least that was what she would see from the rooftops at first glace, in a sprint towards the marker on her HUD. She would land in front of the restaurant that was in fact NOT a hot dog stand, as the name suggested. She exited her stealth state and walked inside, greeting the owner: "Hello, I need to following..." she said with a smile, leaving a piece of paper on the counter with some jotted scribbles saying: She then fiddles with her interface and transfers 1x Demonic shard to the ow

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Name: Nebulous Shard Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID/Result: 247939 | CD: 8+1, LD: 9 247943-1, 247943-2 | CD: 8+1, LD: 15 Item Type: Crystal Tier: N/A Quality: Rare Enhancements: N/A Description: This item does nothing on its own. Shapeless, formless. But with the right effort, it could bloom into something magical. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19121-f07r8-mix-mix-swirl-mix-closed/?do=findComment&comment=699064&_rid=8792 Name: Serenity Your Profession: Alchemist Your Rank: 8 ID/Result: 247941 | CD: 12, LD: 10 247944 | CD:

Florenthia Village hung suspended in the eighth floor’s eternal twilight, a tapestry of rope bridges and treehouse platforms woven into colossal trunks wider than castle keeps. Ariel paused beneath a cathedral of leaves, her blue kimono—dyed the deep indigo of midnight oceans—glistening with perpetual drizzle. The inverted V of her crimson cape pooled like spilled wine down her back, its edges frayed from battles fought in darker floors. At her side, Kimba the lioness pressed close, white fur damp and ears twitching at every rustle in the understory eighty feet below. The air tasted of we

Name: Harmonics Profession/Rank: Performer II 247922 | CD: 11, LD: 9 247927 | CD: 11, LD: 11 Item Type: Support Song Tier: N/A Quality: Rare Enhancements: N/A Description: Harmonized melodies. Sounds acceptable as a piece, needs work to be part of a greater whole. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42376-f01-symphonics-r3-performer/?do=findComment&comment=699065&_rid=8792 Name: Synth Waves Profession/Rank: Performer II ID: 247937 | CD: 11, LD: 10 Item Type: Debuff Song Tier: N/A Quality: Rare Enhancements: N/A Description: Back

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Baldur was surprised when Mari suddenly got close, and then embraced him, placing her face against his chest and holding him, and after a moment, he held her back, giving her a light squeeze. When she pulled back and continued, Baldur still tried to make sense of what could make some do that to themselves. Most people stepped off the edge to make it end. He wasn't sure if what Mari did was better or worse, but at least she was here. One foot in front of the last. He wanted to tell her she was crazy for doing that, that she could have come to him. He could have locked her up somewhere private,

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Crafting on 7/16/2025 Using Energy Shot | 247816 | Daily Attempts: 26 Crystal Crafting Potion Crafting

The Frontlines pushed forward after Callisto. Oscar had been no exception. Motivations were night and day. It was no secret that his fellows had immersed themselves. Partaken of the proverbial Kool-Aid. A new Floor was a new opportunity to rest on their laurels. Decompress from the previous mortal struggle before engaging with the next. It was at that first moment, stepping off the platform into the pouring rain that Oscar realized the game that was afoot. Dark storm clouds bore down upon them. Town abandoned, people replaced with horrors from dizziest nightmares. And Oscar said replaced