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ph *** GUILD RANK 5 (+5% col, +5% EXP) Takes 1 portion of Freyd' Gungir (+2 ACC, +2 EVA) Foyle | HP: 700/700 | EN: 96/96 | ST | FOCUS | DMG: 15 | MIT:54 | ACC: 8 (incl AA) | EVA: 2 | BH:35 | REC: 4 | FLN: 4 | BRN: 28 | STC: 20 | LD:4

ph *** GUILD RANK 5 (+5% col, +5% EXP) Takes 1 portion of Freyd' Gungir (+2 ACC, +2 EVA) Jeeves | HP: 670/670 | EN: 94/94 | AOE | FOCUS | DMG: 14 | ACC:5 | AA | EVA:4 | BH:34 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 16/-10 | ENV-O: 16 | LD:3

ph *** Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) and CSA (Beckon the Void) are in use. Tierlocked to T2 by quest. GUILD RANK 5 (+5% col, +5% EXP) Freyd consumes and shares: Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (6/6) + ACC Filled Freyd | HP: 1350/1350 | EN: 160/160 | AOE | FOCUS | DMG: 15 | MIT:116 | ACC: 8 (incl AA) | F-SPIRIT | EVA:4 | BH:74 | VAMP-D: 74 | HLY: 8 | FRZ: 32 | LD:5

thread closing (2877/5)*5 = 2877 exp 13,464 col 6 material 1 Demonic Shard Random Dungeon Map 219796 T4 Uncommon Consumable 219794 T4 Perfect Weapon 219808a T4 Perfect Weapon 219808b T4 Perfect Weapon 219808c T4 Perfect Weapon 219809a T4 Perfect Weapon 219809b T4 Perfect Weapon 219809c T4 Rare Consumable 219810a T4 Rare Weapon 219810b T4 Perfect Consumable 219811a T4 Perfect Consumable 219811b T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 219811c T4 Perfect Armor/Shield 219811d

I'll give it a ha! and hi-ya! and I'll kick it sir Upkeep Phase: +55HP Battle Healing, +4 Energy Recovered Post Action: x17 Tech-A (Stun), -13 Energy (-12 due to rested) Free Action: None Entropic Shield: Baldur gets 108 damage reflected back at him ID#247712 BD: 1 (AA) +10 -3 -1= 6 (hit) CD:8 ID#247713 CD: 1 (no ST-B) 26+2+4+3=35 DMG x17 = 595 RAW - 160 = 435 DMG - 108 Entropic Shield = 327 DMG Dealt + 80 Hellfire Damage = 407 Final damage [H:13] KnightessCiela | HP: 924/925 | EN: 72/86 (83+4-14) | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA

thread may continue... but for now i close. (1420/5)*1 = 240 exp

“Akir…” Freyd knew where Montjoy’s title had come from: the haughty and ill-fortuned herald of a doomed army, ultimately compelled to eat his own words and suffer the ignobility of defeat to a lesser. What would this one’s story be, he wondered? “I’ll be your family, my sweet Montjoy.” There was a time when Freyd would have worried that his other half would have been tempted by her words, but Montjoy had too long served as his own conscience to so easily abandon the moral persona that had become his centre. Ever the pragmatists, both of them, Montjoy’s strength came from the h

*yeets 4x Terra Firma Scales at @Zajcica*

Belregor’s form shattered into pieces that struck out against the players. Each step around the boss forced different images into shape: Hirru, then Mina, and finally Lessa. The thought of fighting players chilled her to the bone. Rise. Clash. Move; dispatch. The river of time slowed sluggishly, washing to shore painful memories of careless rage. Acanthus recalled the rhythm of that fight: the heavy reports of steel on steel, footwork thudding through the sand like a dance that afforded no mistakes. It was a rhythm that lifted Acanthus effortlessly above herself and allowed her to ri

The music reached her like an echo underwater—muted, distant. But something in it resonated. A note drawn across bone, or maybe memory. Whatever it was, it settled just beneath her ribs, and for a moment, her stance firmed. Then came the change. Belregor shimmered. The code stuttered—and Mina stood where he had been. Not her stance. Not her silence. But her face. Hair swept in a ponytail, one eye patched, the other gleaming red. Even in mimicry, it wasn’t right. Too rigid. Too deliberate. Like an actor wearing a borrowed mask. Ariel’s breath caught, but she didn’t move. The inst

"I have a request. It's a bit of a larger order, so I don't know how you want to handle pricing. Just name whatever you want and I can pay." Requesting from @Demian. Plain Tofu and Rice | ROLLID | T4 Demonic Feast | ACC II | Protein II Generous portions of bland staples to share with the party. The absence of seasoning is a Demian staple itself.

Ariel gave a soft exhale that might’ve been a laugh. “Traditional scouting. Can’t remember the last time I saw anyone actually peel back shrubs.” She angled a glance at Acanthus, her voice low and lightly amused. “Honestly? It’s refreshing. My Searching skill used to feed me clean data—heat signatures, movement trails, elevation dips. Like cheating, but earned.” A short pause. “Now I’m just watching a k... man toss rocks and praying I catch the scent before he does.” Her attention drifted back to the ridge as she stepped ahead. Wind curled around the stone edge, carrying the faint

Another call to kill Terra Firma. How could she refuse? One day, that scale was going to make the difference between life or death. It never hurt to have some additional mitigation whenever it counted the most. After getting lost in Fortaleza longer than she cared to admit, Acanthus finally found Ciela, waiting just off the main path through town, sipping on what looked like a refreshing drink. “I’m still not used to seeing you in all that armor,” Acanthus remarked. She approached her friend with a warm smile. “Not that it’s a bad look; it’s just that we only ever seem to meet up for

wowza! Familiar for evaluation:

ph AOE-II ID: 247707 | BD: 10 Right on that ward lmoa

ph Action -> Command the Troops ID: 247706 - LD: 7 Rolling Total: 7

“Right, an adult. I’m sorry.” When she was a child, it bothered her for adults to talk down to her so regularly. Here she was, doing the same thing. Something in the boy’s—the man’s—attitude shifted. Gambit sprinted ahead of the other two, inspecting rocks and shrubs for any sign of dragons. “The searching skill… doesn’t actually work that way, right?” Acanthus whispered to Ariel. “I typically activate it so that it can tell me where to go. I have to be close to wherever I’m searching, but I don’t have to…” She trailed off, observing the boy enthusiastically turn over rocks and peel apart

Morningstar wasn't cognizant of Arabelle's flustration, or he would have commented on it cheekily. He was, however, a bit disappointed by her answer. A broker had told him with absolute certainty that he would find a cat on Floor 10, somewhere in the Endless Caverns. But now that he thought about it, it sounded more like a prophecy than trustworthy intelligence. He was beginning to wonder if the guy in the tent in Fortaleza was really a broker at all. She suggested they check the river. Morningstar was almost positive that anything drinking from the Stygian River by choice was a monster,

"Isn't it curious, mio amico, that even with all of these other busy bees, that this bothersome nuisance should find its attentions drawn to our activities through completely random and alternative means?" Even through the audio distortions, her meaning was clearer than a cold, still Austrian lake on a winter's morn. Despite the oppressive literal furnace heat surrounding them, there was a sudden chill in the air, like the void before them had suddenly cooled its temperament. "It wasn't Bran's zeal, or Rosaria's entourage, or even Tybalt's deliberate distractions that required my direct att

“Akir.” She practically purred. Finally giving her name. Her identity. Severing herself from Mari just that little bit more with the admission. Montjoy gave her all the attention she craved, and the shadowy figure lapped it up - her loneliness and desire to be with others mirroring Mari’s. Good Mari was getting boring. Frustrating. Especially lately. “I’ll be your family, my sweet Montjoy.” She laughed, a manic and melodious giggle. “Finally..” She would stroke Montjoys cheek as she moved away from him, standing. “It was so suffocating.” she’d nestle her fingers into Montjoys hair. “She w

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purchasing glasses | ACC III ID: - 231548-1 500 Col transferred to NIGHT

"Young man? I'm like... fully an adult. And also," Gambit scoffed, buffing his nails on his shoulder, "I'd be more worried about the dragon, eh?" Ariel chimed in too. Something about a leash made him frown. He was in too deep now. He had to fight back! These ladies were questioning his capabilities! His super confident strong buff guy capabilities! "Uh, I think I'm leaning towards the former." Fearless definitely had a nice ring to it. Two things were for sure, though: he wasn't an adult, regardless of how much time he might have perceived to pass here in Aincrad, and he hadn't read

purchasing// glasses | ACC III - ID: 231543 seafoam. | EVA III - ID: 221839 1000 Col transferred to Night

It took more coaxing than expected, or that he would have liked, but Mari had at least managed to place the mask over her head and protect herself after the dark thing spilled from her guts in thick, viscous spurts onto his lap. It should have disturbed him. It would traumatize most people. Freyd filed it away for future forgetfulness, like a mental wood chipper-shredder for inconvenient truths and memories. There was a job to be done here. Letting his alter ego take the lead, at least it felt like it was part of him this time, and not some wayward doppel copy run amok, like the slime