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Looking deeply at the bottle of wine, something that in real life he'd never chance drinking it and likely just pawn it. Even a fraction of what it was worth was quite a pretty penny, in here it may not amount to much given players don't really know what they are looking at most of the time. Nearly none of them had never had appreciations for such near artifacts with a history. "A fresh loaf of bread does sound good, a rolled brioche early before a long ride..." The man would tap his lips with the tips of his fingers, a kiss to the wind. Clearly they had done the objective, as it became gray a

Post Link 251834, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:11, LD: 17) + 251834-1, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:11, LD: 17)=Perfect T4 Salve | 'The Good Stuff' | Antidote III | 251834 251834-2, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:11, LD: 17) + 251838, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:10, LD: 18) =Perfect T4 Salve | 'The Good Stuff' | Antidote III | 251838 251838-1, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:10, LD: 18) + 251838-2, Rare T4 Salve, (CD:10, LD: 18) = Perfect T4 Salve | 'The Good Stuff' | Antidote III | 251636-1 Eval'd for Fusion: 251833, Uncommon T4 Salve, (CD:8, LD: 9) -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Using: Custom Ambition Tool | Chefs Knife | 251570 Rank 5 - Professional Cook: | Enchancements 180/319 --> 222 /319 Rank 8 Alchemist - 9 Crafts Available! RESPITE CRAFTING: 29/08/2024 Perfect T1 251775 | Cheesecake Brownie | Ambition III Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 251839 CD: 2 LD: 13 Failure (1)

| Using: Custom Ambition Tool | Bunsen Burner | Obtained here Rank 8 - Provisional Master Alchemist: Alchemist | Enchancements 1482/2559 --> 1522/2559 CRAFTING: 29/08/2024 Perfect T1 251775 | Cheesecake Brownie | Ambition III Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 251830 CD: 1 LD: 11 Critical Failure

The unbending rule amongst even the sweetest of critters: food always won out over affection. Yue Hua was a little heartbroken. But she was happy that she had gotten to pet her. “...I see!” Up to this point, she had failed to consider that not everyone who was actively leveling regarded combat as more than a necessity. If not love, there at least had to be an appreciation for it as an art that had to be honed, hadn’t it — otherwise, they would have forever ran circles around the lower floors like the idle rest. Yue Hua stood, dusting cat fur off her pants, considering. “I was alone before

As expected Kumatetsu backed off of Lancaster the moment his flame aura and flame thorns kicked in, Mari snorted in amusement as the bear tried to bat the flames away from its nose. "Some beasts hit harder than players..." Mari would begin. Lancaster was fine, his health steady, there wasn't any fear or worry in her heart for him. Just a mild annoyance that anything dare attempt to strike him down. Still moving slowly so she could come up behind the beast, trained footsteps barely crunching against the dried leaves on the ground - even with her slight slip up that almost sent her spiraling fac

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +36 HP The man stood stalwart under a locked jaw around his shoulder, a spark of flame surges with enough moxie to send Kumatetsu backing away. Their collective insect was directly playing the part of unwelcome third wheel, and Lancaster taps the embers off his shoulder revealing the smallest red punctures. "Is only a scratch, not my first scrap. But interesting that he got fatter, a bit more bite then most players. No puns intended." Pressing his hand against the wounds sees the heat roar and when it cools he'd raise it to show the marks smaller. T

"I was never much for games either, sometimes - but never something like..." Mari would gesture to the surrounding area with a nod of her chin. "Never like this." The man would call her alluring and Mari would run a hand over his cheek. "Can say much the same about you, marito." Had she said that right? Mari hoped so. Vincent then pressed his head against hers. He laughed. Hearing his laughter, loud and unabashed as it was...had she ever heard him laugh like that before? Mari would pull the cigarette from his lips so she could steal a deeper kiss - ignoring the roaring that shook lea

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Having his etching plucked from his hand and then sparking to light up a smoke, the man cannot help but smile wide leaning into the flame and drawing it in twice to a couple puffs of grey scratching the back of his head. "Is a little...odd. All I am saying." The man offers a shrug as she'd read intently the impressions to decipher the language in it. "Not much of a game player so perhaps I miss the point. I can see the wheels turning, its very alluring~" Locking eyes with Mari tapping on his temple he'd take notice the bags under them forming, long bouts of exhaustion has him contemplate cutti

Mari had shifted away from @Corvo, "We'll catch up soon - and this time, it won't take me two years." Mari thought about bringing up a joke about her time in jail, but it didn't seem like the time nor the place. She'd tell him later. Mari had to side step Vex, someone she had met once before - as he tore up the dance floor with some rather embarrassing moves. On her way back to the small table where Corvo sat Mari would pick up another drink, followed by a few meat skewers. Approaching Lancaster Mari could tell he was still rather uncomfortable. A frown played her lips. She had hoped he w

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The explanation provided by Mari to outline the utter chaos that unfolded within this sandy beachfront where all manner players continued to pour in like a leaky faucet. Paying the woman a kiss that was a little reluctant given the sharpness of his own tensions. This band of all walks held to revelry that would make even Aincrad's most nefarious blush, the rowdiness and infighting among the crowd was even more untamed and wild which was ironic given the fights would hardly escalate as far. Taking a sip of the Limoncello the woman had already drug tested, not entirely convinced he was welcome h

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Ascalon withdrew his weapon from the woman's back. She collapsed backward, falling to the ground - frozen. His gaze shifted, away from Abellio and Lysette and down to the woman. Did he paralyze her or something? The man squatted down, resting his weapon against his shoulder. "I'm not gonna kill her, if that's what you're worried about. We just need to have a chat," Ascalon said, keeping his eyes trained on the woman. "About what?" Abellio's voice surprised him. It was a more hostile than he intended. Could he chalk it up to the adrenaline? "Don't worry about it," came Ascalon's

Did they do something wrong? The bosses health bar was in the red and barely a blip left. Though, it had been a blip for several attacks now, and with Wulfrin's disabling strike, they would finally have the opportunity to do something without doing nothing. That feeling didn't really seemed to help too much though. What could one do with a boss that didn't want to die? There was a slight thought of doing something stupid again, but that wouldn't work. The boss didn't have a sense of self to even thing of doing such a thing. Also, he felt that certain people in the group would take it to

Jomei didn’t know what to say, Oscar didn’t know what to expect. Seemed like they both had the same idea. But Oscar kept silent, letting Jomei piece the words together. As the ginger spoke, Oscar slowly sipped at his drink. There were a few times where he wanted to butt in, but he didn’t. It was a hard thing to be this upfront. Oscar preferred the “rip the band-aid off” approach, but sometimes it went a little sideways. He was glad this wasn’t one of those times. And he was glad that, at the end of it all, Jomei didn’t have any hard feelings. “None whatsoever,” came Oscar’s rep

Oh, wait. It's next time now. Morningstar had withdrawn from Belregor's proximity. There was something about being within everyone else's strike range while waiting for his own sword arts to go off cooldown. It was for the best, moving away than to stay close to the giant, because Belregor started to sift through the waves of fighters, striking precise targets before taking wing. That was really bad. It was harder for everyone to hit Belregor while in the air, even if he was big enough not to miss. Arabelle ran past him. He watched her bound through air. How did she do that? Mor

PH ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| here | 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental 390 Damage ID:| here | 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| here | 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| here | 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage Elemental #5-

PH ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| 251789 | 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental 390 Damage ID:| 251790 | 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251791 | 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251792 | 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage Elem

"Came in handy during the Clash." he would admit with a nod. "Went in with my old sword, pop out the other one when they least expected it." Arms rose and crossed at his chest as air puffed from his nostrils. "Honestly, haven't had the opportunity to use it outside of that. Next time I've gotta fill in for damage dealer, I'll remember to give it a few swings." Before business was pleasure, and pleasure, in this case, was a fully stocked bar. And no waiting in line. Sliding into one of the barstools, he'd sit and rest his elbows on the bar top. Eyes would slowly scan the various bot

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Warren had to admit, Kyra’s concerns were valid. Or would be valid if Oscar cared one whit about making that sort of power play. He couldn’t help himself. As the picture of the giant in a constable uniform ticketing some poor soul for jaywalking manifested in his head, he could only laugh. It was rude, he knew. But if Kyra could peer into his mind, he imagined she would laugh at the scene too. “I think you misunderstand,” he said, his voice colored by his laughter. “There’s really only one crime that the most prolific PKK in Aincrad cares about. It’s in the name, really.” He took a sip f