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"Cool sword," Wulfrin noted as he caught the blade tossed to him. "Good thing too. Wasn't sure how much my frozen stuff would actually help once we started getting deeper into this quest. Vampires are notoriously resistant to frost." Wulfrin took a few practice swings. The blade was well balanced in his hand and swinging it felt natural, almost as if it were specifically crafted for him and he'd been using it his whole life. Was it the system catering to his movements? He wasn't sure, but he did know that this blade would be crucial to their ability to clear the quest. The Sanctified Swor

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EAL Engineering Crafting Attempt: Post Link 255603 | T1 Perfect Spark Stone | Technician | Advanced Technical Training - Advanced weapon attacks developed by Wulfrin for using two arts at once.

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PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN+1 Well Rested= -19 EN) ID:256530| 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ant SCout Dealing 390 Damage ID:256531 | 10 + 5 = 15 | Hit vs. Ant Scout Dealing 390 Damage ID: 256532 | 3+ 5 =8 | Hit vs. Ant Scout Dealing 390 Damage ID:256533| 5+ 5 = 10 | Hit vs. Ant Scout Dealing 390 Damage Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Squabble up In effect! 40,000 Col 12 materials Per

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"Oh, now see these-" Mari pointed toward the scouts with the tip of her Halberd, these ones were very similar to the first lot, except their abdomens twisted upwards, walking on four legs, their other two like long twitching arms. "they're evolving. After a few waves they'll even have helmets and hold sticks. Honestly, its kinda predictable after a while." And, as they drew closer Mari simply ran her blade through them with a single lazy swing. "This gets tiring, but I feel like it needs to be done sometimes." Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets

Reytac took one last drag on the cigarette and tossed the butt into the campfire ashes, watching it snuff out as he held the breath as long as he could before letting it out. At first he didn’t know how to respond to the jab from Mari, before he gave a light shrug as he started following her. ”Less ‘not talking to you’ and more ‘convinced everything my newb ass said was just annoying you.” The two of them walked in silence for a little as he mulled over the ‘burnt an npc village down’ bit – before he shook his head. He knew, now, just what her husband had been a part of, and if he was restrain

Alinta | [Word Count: 7410/5 = 1482] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 5928 EXP Scar | [Word Count: 7410/5 = 1482] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 4446 EXP

The first thing Jack became aware of was silence. Not the strained, buzzing kind that came with pain or confusion, but a rare, peaceful quiet. His breathing no longer hitched, the ache in his limbs gone, replaced by a dull hum of exhaustion. The antidote had done its job. For the first time in what felt like forever, he could move. His fingers twitched experimentally against the sheets. They responded, slow, obedient. Then came his arms, his shoulders, his legs. It felt strange, like waking up in someone else's body after a long dream. Jack turned his head slightly, blinking thr

The man curled up against her, and the warmth from the sun was long gone and replaced with the chill of night. Alinta wondered if she should have cozied up under the covers with Scar. That…would have been nice, but the two hadn’t quite gotten to that point in their relationship yet. The woman wasn’t even sure if they were still supposed to be together. She wasn’t sure how long he had sat there, silent. She thought he had fallen asleep, and had gone to carefully move, but it was then that he spoke, voice muffled as it broke the wavering silence between them. "Raven..Don’t…don't say sorry."

The cold never ending A sentence that unnerved Mari, it made her cling to him tighter. A promise, through body, then through words. “Never again. I’ll ensure you will never feel such a thing again.” He held her close, and Mari soaked up that warmth with her fingers, sprawling them up and under his jacket, removing it. “You have no need to quit. Although…” A pause, unsure if they would leave. “If we ever find ourselves in the real world again, perhaps you cut back - I’d be lost without you with me.” "Jonathan..." The name spoken with absolute disgust. How he h

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Mari’s hand trailed down V’s back. Her lips drew close, but not quite touching to her neck. “I admit..I-” A small stumble, a struggle with her drunken motor skills. “I’m glad…I have shomeone like you to dance with.” Then, came Lancaster - not quite as she expected. Rose in his lapel, and hair slicked back- the heavy scent of whiskey permeating from him. Mari snorted as she covered her mouth. Trying not to laugh. This was the all consuming tyrant. This was the man people feared. This absolute dork who looked like he just bathed in a glass of whiskey, who had ripped a rose from its place an

Feeling the warmth of her thighs across his legs, the pressure like a warm blanket that gave him an anchor. Every word he spoke she hung on, the look of interest and proof of him being heard. It wasn't a story he'd ever considered to be relevant or that he would share with anyone, especially given how far away such a world seemed. "Sometimes I remember what its like, a dream where I can't get warm. The cold never ending." He spoke finding himself back in her clutches, peeling her warmth as a fight against that memory. "But our bed has made them... scarce." He milled accepting her legs into his

Her heartbeat was the first thing he noticed, steady, fragile, real. It grounded him, even as the room swayed in a haze of light and shadow. His body trembled when she lifted him, warmth spilling from her into his bones, quieting the restless ache that had refused to leave. Jack's breathing steadied against her shoulder, his hand weakly fisting into the fabric of her sleeve. The name she'd used, Scar, Jack, it all blurred together now. He wasn't sure which one of them was real. Maybe both were. Maybe neither. "Raven.." he murmured, the syllables breaking softly, more breath than soun

Aeva looked down at the creature as Mari patted it, remarking that not everything was deserving of a chance. Aeva was now starting to understand the emotion she saw in the other’s gaze better with her words. She had been hurt before, and it changed her in some way or another. Aeva could never know the specifics, but Mari’s tone spoke heavily with experience. Perhaps the white-haired woman should not have been surprised, given what she had heard about this floating castle and all the darkness that came with it. “Maybe you’re right,” Aeva said in a soft tone as she kept her eyes on the cre

Despite the heavy topic of discussion, Mari couldn’t help but feel wells of pride roll through her as she felt his breath hitch and pause at the entrance - how his eyes lingered on various pieces of marble, the paintings, a grand staircase. Far too extravagant and gaudy for her tastes, but for him…it felt perfect. A chuckle and a grin set her a little more at ease as he carried her to an adjacent room. A study. “Apple of your eye….” Mari mused, and as Lancaster came to sit by her she slid over him, straddling him, resting firmly in his lap. Hands running over his shoulders, resting on his

His breath hitched, and Alinta felt the flutter of his lashes against her skin. She pulled away, softly - carefully and replaced her lips with a thumb, wiping remnants of the antidote away from his mouth. Would it work? Could he move again? He seemed to be able to talk more now at the very least. If he wanted her to leave, she would - at least Alinta was able to taste him one last time, even if it were tainted by the bitterness of antidote. “You’re okay…” She whispered, and Alinta wasn’t sure who she was trying to tell that to. “You’re okay…” repeating the mantra as she pressed her forehead ag

Warmth. That's what reached him first. It pooled faintly against his lips, bitter, foreign, yet familiar somehow, followed by the ghost of a touch that pulled him from the dark. Jack stirred. His breath hitched as his lashes fluttered open, vision still hazy and trembling around the edges. The faintest light slipped through the curtains, breaking across the outline of someone close, her. For a moment, he didn't move. He just listened. To the quiet rhythm of their breaths mingling, the subtle rustle of fabric when she shifted slightly. It felt unreal, like the world had stilled just f

Another glass of whiskey squirmed down his palette, tapped to the counter and a raise of two thumbs makes for an eighth. The boiling in his stomach had him feeling the lick of intoxication, swelled to the brim on chemical persuasions. From his jacket pocket he slips in a pair of fingers and out comes a jimmy to pop into his lips, Lancaster adjusts his mask and slides closer to make good on his promise. Pulling at the tie to loosen it a tad, a pair of pinched fingers unbutton the top most fastener. A dab of whiskey spread across his palms, he'd rake it through his hair to straighten it out and

A press of her forehead into the nape of his neck gave him the fuel he needed to bound up the stairs with a bit more moxie then it was at first, providing him the strength to make the woman feel almost weightless. Vincent smiles with a flare of pride, that same cocky grin that he always had around her. One that most never would witness and yet she managed to drudge it out of him so easily. That of a man not tarnished in sin, that hid beneath a scowl or aloof stare he always wore. "Of course mi amore, you are the apple of my eye. It pleases me to call you mine, and when you grow possessive the

The instant the smoke hit the air, Jack's hand moved instinctively toward his side, but there was no weapon to draw. Just the weight of old reflexes. The haze settled, and Vex was gone, his voice still echoing faintly like a cruel ghost in the clearing. Jack didn't move at first. The spot where Vex had stood still carried that faint, acrid tang of smoke and sulfur, hanging just long enough to sting back at his throat. His breath came slow, steady, deliberately so. He couldn't give into the adrenaline coursing through him. Not now. "...Papa Tybalt," he muttered, repeating the name qui