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ph *** ID: 247488 BD: 8+4(ACC)-1(CHARGE)-3(EVA) = 8 -> Hit! ST-I: (12+3[SHIFT])x(26+3[CHARGE])-180=435-180 = 255 Damage to Belregor EN Cost: 12-2[STAMINA]+2[SHIFT]+8[CHARGE] = 20 EN ID: 247489 CD: 11 -> Recovery Proc! +8 EN Stats: [H:11] KnightessCiela | HP: 925/925 | EN: 83/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 20 | DOTE: 3/3 | PROB:36 | WELL-RESTED: 2/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | F.Howl Cooldown (0/4) [H:2] Macradon | HP: 1155/1155 HP | EN: 1

thread summary. BISTRO + 1244 xp | (622 * 2) + 60 col + 1 Mon DEMIAN + 1866 xp | (622 * 3) + 60 col + 1 Mon

TEXT [H:1] Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 119/132 | DMG: 29 33 [Press]| MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:8 | TXC-V: 32 | DOTE: 3/3 | WELL-RESTED: 2/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | MULTIPURPOSE: 1/1 Rec. ID# N/A | CD: N/A | +0 EN Post Action: ST-I ID# 247487 | BD: 6 (3+6-3) | CD: 6 | [x12+3] (28) = 495 -(200) MIT =295 DMG > «Belregor, Guardian of the Sword» ST-II Unlocked! -(14-1) EN Cooldowns: - [H:0] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 26 30 [Press] | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16

PH ---- Post Action: [x15] Charge + ST-I (12 EN +2 ST Shift) 14 + 8 (Charge) - (Rested 2/2; Stamina) = 19 EN Free Action: None ID#: 247486 | BD: 7+7-1-3=10 Hit! | 43*15=645-200 MIT = 445 DMG vs Belregor, Guardian of the Sword [H:0] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 26 30 [Press] | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 3/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:0] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 168/168 | DMG: 24 28 [Press] | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8 | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 4 | BH: 83 | VAMP-D: 83

Fwoosh Small flames ignited in a ring around the burner just under the cast iron grates. Over time, the heat from the wood burning stove would bring the water within the lavender kettle to a boil. But as all good things, it required some time and patience. He wanted to wait to see if he would get a message back anyway.. although he held his doubts. Sighing heavily, he would lean his rear end against the table across the kitchen and just.. stare. The orange of the fire reflected off of his olive green eyes as the ginger watched the flames dance within their black iron cell. Perhaps the tea

“I FOUND A HAMMER!” The red-haired male burst out of a pile of rain-drenched wood and metal, holding aloft a claw hammer as if he were King Arthur brandishing Excalibur. There was rustling off in the distance, shifting debris that moved to and fro. Eventually, with an explosion of rubble, Waldo’s hulking frame could be seen. He mirrored Abellio’s gesture, holding up a bucket of nails with a bright expression. He gave a muffled, joyful noise. “Nice! Good job Waldo!” Abellio grabbed the nails and took his hammer before rushing off towards The Black. There was a sense of urgency i

DAY OF FLOOR TWENTY NINE FLOOR BOSS FIGHT, TWENTY SIX MINUTES BEFORE FLOOR BOSS COMBAT WAS INITIATED. demian scanned his messages beyond solving day’s ciphers. bistro had left him a message prior as well, and he simply hadn’t responded. he chose to continue that trend as he drifted around, familiarizing himself with his newfound location. cardinal had chosen to place him atop the lighthouse. the same one he had shuddered over thinking about the man in the cage, and the same one he left with night only several weeks ago. but the dates were now different, and so must’ve been his object

bistro figured the best time to ask questions was when one was out of danger. that’s how brokers often did it, and that’s how her clients, from demian to grimm, had compiled their findings to her in the past. no sense in breaking away from procedures, now. so when demian had performed some sort of magic and told her to run, she decided to keep her mouth shut to do so, keeping pace with wherever he had dragged her away to, even if she couldn’t see his traces in her sights. (although, bistro had to object, because magic didn’t exist for players in aincrad, not really… and she knew night wo

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demian eyed his uptime. “that’s not funny,” he scowled, tracking the spawn points of the great flood. there was no reason to target bistro upon her entrance to the twenty-ninth, so he figured, and that was what annoyed him the most from the ordeal. for he had deduced the radius of which their enemies had spawned from, and hence drawn the conclusion of an area of effect. this wasn’t a warning. this was the game trying to kill her by overwhelm, and this was demian’s way of fighting against the change in the rulebook. because the last time something this severe had gone wrong, the world

to: demian demian: what are you doing here demian: get off this floor right now bistro stepped off the teleporter to confirm that there was a lack of a safe zone. strangely enough, there was a grave absence of life around her too — whether it be buildings, npcs, or even monsters. so she took it upon herself to reply to demian, in the false safety of the teleporter, knowing that she could flee to a different floor had there been an ambush. bistro: it’s too late. i’m already here but she knew he’d read this sooner with the dash across the fields before her, a bright light

Demian | L30. | HP: 600/600 | EN: 93/93 | DMG: 19 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 3 | MIT: 36 | BH: 30 | LD: 1 | AA DAY OF FLOOR TWENTY NINE FLOOR BOSS FIGHT, THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE FLOOR BOSS COMBAT WAS INITIATED. demian woke up with a terrible start. it must’ve been late. the sky was of a dark pitch, and he hadn’t packed up his food cart for the day yet. something registered in him. demian had never once passed out. it took him a moment to realize that where he had been positioned, he’d been slumped against the glass walls of a

Placeholder for now, to fix in a bit o7o - - - SYSTEM action - Press the Attack, Mina loses 10 EN, everyone except mina gains 4 base damage [H:0] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 26 30 [Press] | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 3/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:0] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 168/168 | DMG: 24 28 [Press] | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8 | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 4 | BH: 83 | VAMP-D: 83 | PROB: 36 | PARRY | DOTE: 3/3 | BLOODCLOT | ANTIFREEZE | PARA-IMM | THORNS 40 | HLY: 16 | FR

"Scouting a dragon's lair, eh?" Gambit smirked. "Nothing I can't handle." Ever since he'd killed that Floor One Field Boss, Gambit had been on a roll. When a seemingly helpless fighter handily dispatches the terror of an entire floor, said fighter would obviously earn a well-deserved boost in confidence. And a well-deserved boost in confidence Gambit had, and then some. Nothing could stop him. He had a new sword, a flashy little plushie dangling from the pommel of aforementioned sword, and a bad attitude to match. This Ariel fella needed help dispatching a few winged lizards? Leave it to

While fishing at the koi pond near the dojo grounds of her guild estate on the 22nd Floor, Ariel noticed something strange tugging at the line. What she reeled in wasn’t a fish, but a weathered scroll wrapped in waxed silk. Upon closer inspection, she found it to be two documents: one, a hand-drawn map marked with runes and coordinates; the other, a translated journal entry from an old Dragon Hunter, speaking of nests, maps, and the hope that a dragon was asleep. It wasn’t the kind of find you ignored. After a brief pause to verify its validity and scan the map, a familiar system prompt a

"Heya Wulfrin. Here for some new gear since have passed on the good stuff. Need to replace the outdated as well." Item Name: Armour of the northern ice-dragon Item Type: Heavy armor Item Tier: 4 Item Quality: Perfect Draft Item Description: Requested Enhancements: 3xMIT Item Name: Axe of the northern ice-dragon Item Type: 2-handed axe Item Tier: 4 Item Quality: Perfect Draft Item Description: Matching the armor Requested Enhancements: 3xDMG Cost: 50mats=20mats(armor)+20mats(axe)+10mats(tip)

7/8/25 (Sent via Simmone) Evaluated T4 Perfect 199283a (Static 1, Fallen 1, Holy 1) pending another component + Name: Warden's Fury Profession: N/A Rank: N/A ID: N/A Roll: N/A Item Type: Katana Tier: Tierless (Fixed this) Quality: Perfect Enhancements: 1 Slot Absolute Accuracy, 2 Slots Paralyze Description: Post Link: Dropped Here, Acquired Here & Converted to Katana Here + 1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Shard = Name: Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi - Masamune Profession: M

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Yeet. Devaloka Fragment (1) | Consumable Allows its user to skip the searching portion of the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest. If the player fails to tame the creature, they will have to find it again by the searching rules in the quest. Can also be used to change a familiar’s appearance to a form of itself based on illusory light. Single-use item. | [>>]

Baldur ran in side by side with Wulrin, but unlike a giant bear, they could only get so close together. Baldur slowed his gait and went a little wide. Suddenly, Wulfrin managed to disarm the boss. Shock crossed Baldur's eyes, but the steel grey never lost focus. With the sword gone from the boss' hand, the shape of the battlefield changed. When Wulfrin cleared the space for Baldur, he was immediately coming in from the now empty handed side, using the boss' own momentum against it and crashing the kisera of his katana into the chest plate of the dark knight. Luminous cracks spread over th

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"So you finally show yourself," Wulfrin spoke softly as Belregor finally decided to grace the raid team with his presence. "At least you arent a bear like the last one. This should be interesting at least." As Belregor took their stance, Wulfrin watched attempting to read their opening move. His wife moved up to the front of their group and let out a menacing roar as the crystal she had received from Mina resonated. Wulfrin had witnessed a similar effect from Freyd in the previous raid, a neat trick to maintain hate advantage. Lightning struck around them as the party prepared for the fac

As they approached the looming silhouette, a deep, primal dread settled into Ciela’s chest like ice water. The figure ahead stood unnaturally still, he was massive, cloaked in blackened armor that reflected the pale moon light. Every rasping breath it took echoed like a blade scraping across stone, harsh and unrelenting. It reminded her, in the most absurd way, of Wulfrin catching sight of a perfectly seared steak, hungry and singularly focused. But this wasn’t something she could laugh off. Her gaze locked on the boss's visor, a narrow slit glowing faintly red, as if it had been carved out of

<<event.>> DAY OF FLOOR TWENTY NINE FLOOR BOSS FIGHT, TEN SECONDS BEFORE FLOOR BOSS COMBAT WAS INITIATED. to: night night: its real bistro: sorry? i wasn’t under the impression that it wasn’t. bistro hadn’t been on the twenty-ninth just yet. she had, however, followed up on the current events as per a woman of her disposition. gathered reports from players who visited. traded information with brokers. sold more than just night’s contact information to hackman for the scoop (what night doesn’t know won’t kill her). so by fa