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Standard Recovery | +1 EN, Battle Healing | +4 HP PH Post Action | No Action Loot Roll override {squabble up}: 10000 Col, 3 Materials, Perfect T4 Trinket [254012a] [Random Moneybag #41] 10000 Col, 3 Materials, Perfect T4 Trinket [254013a] [Random Moneybag #42] 10000 Col, 3 Materials, Perfect T4 Trinket [254014a] [Random Moneybag #43] 10000 Col, 3 Materials, Perfect T4 Trinket [254015a] [Random Moneybag #44] Players: Majineko | HP: 76/80 | EN: 26/26 | DMG: 8 | MIT:32 | ACC:3 | EVA: 0{-4} | THORNS:52 | BH:4 | LD:5 Enemies: Random Moneybag #45 | HP:

Standard Recovery | +1 EN, Battle Healing | +4 HP PH Post Action | No Action 254012 | BD: 8 + 4 = 12 | Random Moneybag #41 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires 254013 | BD: 3 + 4 = 7 | Random Moneybag #42 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires 254014 | BD: 2 + 4 = 6 | Random Moneybag #43 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires 254015 | BD: 4 + 4 = 8 | Random Moneybag #44 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires

Standard Recovery | +1 EN, Battle Healing | +4 HP PH Post Action | No Action 254008 | BD: 6 + 4 = 10 | Random Moneybag #37 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires 254009 | BD: 5 + 4 = 9 | Random Moneybag #38 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires 254010 | BD: 5 + 4 = 9 | Random Moneybag #39 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires 254011 | BD: 4 + 4 = 8 | Random Moneybag #40 vs Majineko, Hit dealing 16-32 = 1 damage, sustains 52 via Thorns and expires

"Hmm" humming quietly as he could feel that warmth through his cloth. "Possible, he seems like the type to hide the good stuff." He would follow behind his love, she would walk into a room at the top of the staircase. A first glance he wouldn't see anything but his lady was the digger. If there was something there, she would find it. Walking a little further down the hall way there was only a few doors. Pushing each open, they were left white and very absent of anything. "Shame" saying as he turns and joins Ecstasy in the room. Given there wasn't much more downstairs in the kitchen or main roo

There was an distinguishable static in the air, as if the night was charged by some unseen force. Raidou was on edge, finding the shift in atmosphere a bit alien. He couldn't quite place the reason behind the shift, but it was a light bit quieter that was easy to overlook. The nomad was keeping his eyes and ears open as he'd continue his rounds. The settlement itself seemed about as normal as usual, but he couldn't help but shake the odd feeling boiling in his stomach. Glancing up at some of the windows that had since become dim as the twilight closed in despite the lack of a sky. Instinctuall

Tailor: 10/2/25 - Unevaluated Stored Rolls: 253982, Perfect T1 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 10) 253985, Perfect T1 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 18) 253991, Perfect T1 Cloth Armor, (CD:11+1, LD: 11) 253992, Perfect T1 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 9) 253993, Perfect T1 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 20) 253992, Perfect T1 Light Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 9) 253993, Perfect T1 Light Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 20) 253994, Uncommon T1 Light Armor, (CD:7+1, LD: 3) + 253995, Uncommon T1 Light Armor, (CD:7+1, LD: 8) + 253996, Uncommon T1 Light Armor, (CD:7+1, LD: 2) + 254004, Uncommon T1 Light Arm

10/2/25 (Crafting Respite: 249068-2, Ambition: 250945-2, Forge (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 253976 CD: 10 +1 LD: 9 Perfect - 14 (+6 Ambition) 2 253977 CD: 1 +1

With the door fully secured, the earrings placed in her hand as a warmth played on her neck. A familiar warmth that predates the game, mirrored regularly by the system indistinguishable down to the lines on Voodoo's rough lips. The woman was more then used to the sensation of it. "I know they do, a girls appearance is worth its weight in gold. On that note...." She'd scan the room with a sweep of her eyes, pressing the earrings into her ears free of any cursor hits given they were given after being stolen. "We can probably find quite a few bottles of bubbly in a rich flat like this, John." The

Minutes to hours to days, Lancaster was more then accustomed to Amari being gone for stints out on her own affairs. The last thing the man ever would be led to believe is she couldn't handle herself, and it wasn't until an odd message and a little recording crystal had really woken him up to the state of affairs. Attempts to try and point himself in the right direction had led him nowhere, any tries to ask about where the woman was last seen only brought about him to be ran out of towns. Aincrad was a big place, and Lancaster couldn't really start using connections he didn't have to locate her

A tap of his fingers in a stagnant pool, kneeled at one of the many horrid looking puddles in that glow. The burning boil of his own skin as it enters and comes out, confirming his suspicions. The skin begins to regrow at rapid pace. "Vincent!" Raidou barked at the man to get his attention with a twist of irritation on his tone, paying little mind to his broiling temper and desperation at what to aim it at. "The crystal." A flick between the men sees the stone tossed to Raidou, from the tyrant. Tapping it the man begins the playback, which causes Lancaster to swell and catch ablaze. Slowing it

Making some weird jury rigged tie blocking the door completely, the man would have issues getting out when he woke up with his arms and legs being bound together. They would be long gone before then. Grabbing a chair for extra security, turning it and pushing it under the door nob. Nudging it a bit further until he was sure that it wouldn't come undone without a battle. Watching her very carefully, her bare skin, the light bite of his bottom lip as her eyes lock to his. His breathing becomes slightly uneven, if he was being honest it was nothing new. A chuckle as he would join his love in a ru

"Chips?" Raidou offers quizzically with tilt to make eye contact, his hand raised to inspect some of the many herbs that hung from the ceiling on long strings from rafter to rafter. The concept had him nursing the possibility, and a possible environment to yield such a thing. Given this floor all manner landscape would prove to be made of such a thing. "If you could enlighten me." The man remarks pulling down a couple sections of plants that had been dried, interested in what they could offer. To the small slant, he pays for the plants while continuing his thoughts to glean more information. "

In her hurry to get away from the men that tailed her, Vanta had taken a wrong turn. She sighed and shook her head. Taking to the rooftops. She hadn't strayed too far off the correct path, but it was an unplanned detour nonetheless. Eventually her tail broke off, not that it convinced her of lifted danger, no, in her minds eye, they still posed a threat. Assuming they broke off knowing the patterns of the town better than she, they planned to intercept her somewhere nearby the shop. She grumbled under her breath, even if they mean her no harm, she really would rather be left alone. The mo

Lv30. B he wasn't quite sure what got him agitated recently. no, he understood why. he just decided he didn't like the way the system was eating him up from both ends. if he was looking to be consumed, demian decided he'd rather have the choice of it, a sacrifice at an altar rather than prey separated, hunted, lost in the wild. his gaze flicked over to the players seated. few were engaged intimately, captured in hushed conversations. there were many more that seemed singled out, alone, as though waiting for others to approach them. he thumbed his mask as he walked, a horned devi

Lv24. W "you don't swing that way, do you?" demian had shot him a smile. shikari looked on, through the slits on his own mask. he couldn't say he had ever expected the question to come out of another player's mouth before, but he was definitely delighted -- flattered. "no, i don't." he couldn't help but smile. demian mirrored his own grin, just a tad sheepish, the man looking downwards towards his black mask, clasped between a stretched thumb and index. "that's unfortunate. ... and here i was hoping to skip the night and dance behind her back." demian lamented,

"Black, or white?" A doorman asked. "Black." Edict stepped into the party, overwhelmed by the movement and the people. It was easy to forget 10,000 people entered this game. It was rare to see more than ten people together outside of a floor boss or important event. The hundreds of strangers here made Edict feel like he was back in the real world. It was the mask that made him feel safe enough to mingle. Large groups always made him nervous, and ever since—well, as long as he'd been alive, he felt the best course of action was to avoid people. His own avoidance left him feeling

She wasn’t sure how Oscar had made it rain, but she had learned to stop asking. He was strange enough, and flaunted the rules of Aincrad so often that Acanthus suspected he was part of the game itself. What other reason would he have to throw extravaganza after extravaganza? Assuming he needed a reason at all. Acanthus held the paper warily. The last time she had attended one of his parties, she let herself get blackout drunk, and woke up to her membership in the Tracker’s Alliance guild. She’d gone from trying to kill Morningstar to taking orders from him. As soon as she learned how to n

“Alright, alright, message received. I’m not looking to stay cooped up anywhere, doesn’t matter the floor. So I promise to not do anything stupid. For now.” He fought the urge to bite back the last sentence. She wanted honesty, she’d get it. The PKer would get tired of the honesty eventually—everyone always did—and then they could go back to being strangers. In the meantime, blunt speech won the day. It was rare for him to speak freely. The morose atmosphere of Floor 10 enveloped the two players as they descended the final set of stairs. 3ulogy breathed deeply. The dark was comforting. Fl

“No time for tired,” Oscar said. He reached forward, wiping the mud from her face. It had been a while since he’d given her so tender a gesture. But she was a kept woman. And Oscar wasn’t one to overstep. But in the aftermath of such a devastating loss, Oscar simply wouldn’t be a good friend if he wasn’t there for her to lean on. “You need a shower. And some soup. It’s cold.” She looked demolished - and not in the good way. Oscar made it a point to know who took on the boss. Who won, who died. But escaping from Redemption was a rarity. There was a part of him that wondered whether or not

The nonchalant strolling as the girl moved would convey how little stock and concern that she felt obligated to hold for her surroundings, Reytac in his demeanor would show that he had likely pegged that something was amiss yet his silence spoke volumes. "You got a name? Don't think I caught it." The brash albeit direct inquiry as she'd pluck and pocket all manner of flora from her surroundings as she'd walk. Each little thing seemed more obtuse and worthless then the last, yet even still she'd shove it into her inventory all the same. "Its like I can hear the gears turning in that dome of you

Lessa rushed in - a flurry of blonde hair and belts - before Warren was able to speak up to address Kyra. Rapid-fire questions and a look of abject worry on her face. Kyra must’ve called her when Dazn started in on her. Smart. “Stalker,” Warren replied. “Other stalker, I mean.” He was over playing his hand, but he felt comfortable doing so. He didn’t so much hear Oscar’s footsteps - he never did, really. But it was hard to hide when you were blotting out the light filtering in from outside. Oscar’s laughter filled the restaurant. He stepped forward, placing his hand on Lessa’s

The woman smiles in a flirty twist toward her beloved, drawing a trail across his jawline. "He's secured? Can't have him make the connection." Ecstasy wiggles the handle, reaching into her coat and pulling out a thin slant of iron. A lockpick. Slinking it into the lock, a cat like finesse as she presses her ear to the door. A click of tumblers as her moan suggestively, and she holds it tight. "Got it?" She remarks to Voodoo letting him take hold of the pick. Removing a metal strand of wire, she winds it around the back making a show of rubbing Voodoo's arm and fingers suggestively as she does

Somewhere on the 4th floor…. “Fuck you!” Mari spat at the hooded figure, her leg swept underneath theirs in an attempt to knock him over but he stepped back, dodging her. His grip on her wrist tightened. “Such fun games you play…” The sinister tone laced with amusement as the man twisted Mari’s wrist back, forcing her to fall to a single knee. Mari immediately responded by headbutting him in his chest, and following suit with a dagger in his side. The weapon’s blade lit ablaze but fizzled out as it came into contact with his skin. Mari was met with a low rumble of chuckled laughte

"We can cut her off at Zach's place," Wulfrin nodded in agreement. "This way. I know a short cut." Wulfrin took off down an alley, sprinting through the streets like a man on a mission. He twisted and turned through various alleyways and cut throughs, working through the most efficient path to Zach's humble little alchemy shop. As the largest settlement in the whole game, Wulfrin was thankful that SAO didn't come with actual exhaustion mechanics. When they arrived at Zachariah's small alchemy shop. Wulfrin scanned the area. As far as he could tell, that player hadn't made it to the shop q

The city was just as active as ever, Tomoika was a city that virtually never slept. All manner of hours, miners would frequent its caverns to gather themselves some of the many minerals and ore from the shafts that dotted its outskirts. Even central to the town were some exits and burrows, causing the place to reflect vegas in its endless watchful eye. The NPC that frequented its walks and paths were rough to say the least, covered in dirt and dust. Scrapes across their callused hands and cuts across toughened skin. The dwarves had long since been watered down by all number of races, yet still