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The teleport gate’s mercury sheen dissolved into choking gray. Ariel stepped forward, volcanic grit crunching beneath her boots like shattered bone. Floor 19 breathed—a desolate expanse of fractured basalt and swirling ash under a bruised twilight sky. Sulphurous vapours coiled like spectral serpents, stinging her eyes and coating her tongue with the taste of burnt copper and forgotten graves. Behind her, Millicent coughed into her oversized sleeve, while Darius instinctively positioned himself upwind, his butler’s attire already dusted gray. Ariel stilled herself, drawing on the breath c

“I t htink that four set ts of S tairs wil be a goo d w aty to sober up just enough.” Over the long trek, her speech slowly returned to a semblance of normalcy. “The nickname… I didn’t mean to make it a thing. My mind was just wandering from syllable to syllable. Mari. Gold. Marigold. The funny thing is that I’m not really sure what you’re hearing. I’m speaking Japanese; is that what you’re hearing? Puns and word associations don’t really translate very well either. So how does Cardinal know what to say on my behalf? Honestly,” Acanthus slugged something amber from a dark bottle (wit

A bear statue? Did she mean the totem? From Scents of the Wild? The remark about a minor damage boost certainly matched. Acanthus opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again. Ariel knew what she was doing, and Acanthus did not want to risk the revelation that she did not. This quest yielded a boss fight, and possibly some other mysterious benefit. Perhaps it was a bear statue. As far as she had asked around, nobody had ever completed the quest. Whatever rewards lay at the end of the chain remained hidden to her (and all the info brokers she had talked to). “Last time

“You’re sure it’s not stupid?” Kyra glanced up from her work, the healing crystal she held over the Player’s prone form bathing her round face in green light. “I’m sure it’s not stupid,” she answered, her voice only loud enough to be heard over the storm. Despite the chaos raging around them, the woman appeared poised. At ease, even. And as it always did, that soothed Suzume immensely. “Promise?” One of Kyra’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows lifted. “Would I lie to you, Suzume?” Su narrowed her eyes, studying her companion through the darkness. Then she blew out the breath she

“Thirteen…“ “Fourteen…” “Fifteen…” One by one, eldritch horrors had their eyes turned into the prize of dart boards as a hail of pointy death with black and red fletching punctured each one in turn. Nested on high ground with perfect vantage over their surroundings, Foyle felt like he was the one floating in the barrel and surrounded by an ocean of fish. There was certainly no shortage of targets. “Sixteen…” The land itself wriggled and writhed in every direction as the tentacled horde undulated, tightening its grip over their few remaining holdings. Every

Light died in a hissing curtain of superheated steam. The stench of burnt ozone, spoiled ichor, and seawater choked the air. Through the dissipating haze, Mōretsuna’s massive eye glowed like a baleful ember. Agony radiated from the beast in palpable waves, making Borin retch and Millicent sway. Dracul slumped against the splintered stern rail, Oath dim and heavy in his slack grip. "Finish it," he rasped, the words barely audible, blood trickling from his lip. "End this farce." The King of the Sea, broken and desperate, gave its answer. It didn’t flee. It dove. But not away. In a fina

Saltwater burned like liquid fire in my lungs. I retched, vomiting brine onto the scarred deck planks while Darius pounded my back. "Welcome back, master," he rasped, his own breathing ragged. Millicent pressed a cool healing vial against my lips, her glasses fogged, face pale. "Oxygen saturation critical. Minor concussion probable. Please, drink!" I batted her hand away weakly, the motion sending fresh jolts of pain through my chest. "The beast... status?" My voice was a ruin. "Gone deep," Borin muttered, eyes fixed on the spreading slick of dark blood and iridescent scales sta

Dracul's HP bar pulsed crimson but he was safe, as long as he didn't drown. Darius strained over the gunwale, his voice raw. "I can’t see him! The froth is too thick!" Millicent’s fingers trembled as she adjusted her glasses, scanners piercing the churning foam. "L-life signs stable! But oxygen depletion critical – estimated ninety seconds remaining!" Her usual data-driven calm frayed at the edges, replaced by urgent concern. Borin wrestled the groaning rudder, face taut with fear. "We need distance, lass! That beast’ll crack us open like a nut!" Never. The Crowned Lion’s resolve har

Slowly their group grew. With each new addition Sable felt his initial concern for the sword bearer lessen. There was safety in numbers, especially when it came to the hellscape that was this floor. The white haired player has asked if they needed help and the scout, with the blue haired boy in tow, placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're alright but I think we should stick together." A call from the woods drew his gaze to an elven woman. If Sable hadn't seen the player cursor above her head he would have assumed she was just another entity made by Cardinal. The group trudged their way over

Chaos reigned. The skiff bucked like a terrified animal beneath the leviathan’s shadow. Ariel stood immovable at the prow, a blood-slicked statue wrestling the abomination she’d summoned from the deep. Millicent’s shriek cut through the din: "Biomass exceeding skiff displacement by three hundred percent! Structural failure imminent!" Her glasses were askew, fingers flying over phantom controls. Darius braced against the shuddering mast, his usually impeccable butler’s uniform plastered with spray. "Borin! Starboard oar! Push us off its flank!" The dwarf roared, muscles straining agai

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Steam kissed Ariel's cheeks as Borin fought the oars. The abalone rod warmed in her grip - «Amphitrite's Net» humming with oceanic memories. Millicent adjusted her glasses, oversized sleeves flapping as she pointed at scanner projections. "Um, the thermocline? It's shifting weirdly at 40 fathoms. Like it's... circling us?" Her voice held academic curiosity mixed with unease. Darius braced near the gunwale, butler-uniform sleeves rolled up. "The water feels tense. Like before Kumatetsu charged." Borin spat overboard. "King's been hungry since the Scorching. He'll strike mean." Dr

"We'll need more reinforcements here," Riardon spoke pointing to an area of the beachfront of the Black nearest the ongoing battle. "The raiders' flank will be exposed. What doesn't help is that is also where the STY/L concert is being held. The biggest problem is we're running low on able fighters." Rairdon looked over his shoulder to the makeshift infirmary. So many low level players had headed the call to arms, and the few first aid users were struggling to keep up with the increasing demand. Every few seconds, another squad of players would be escorted in with shouts and demands for

The gate spat us out into a wall of wet heat. Dampness. After the bone-dry, suffocating tomb of Yomi’s Rest, Floor 16’s oppressive humidity was a sodden blanket thrown over my armor, instantly making the metal feel clammy against my skin. Sunlight, harsh and unfiltered, glared off a thousand streams and lakes cascading like liquid mercury down the verdant slopes of the colossal, sleeping giant volcano. Grass-draped stone monoliths, grotesque parodies of trees sculpted by time and elements, dotted the disgustingly vibrant landscape. Mockingly alive. Mockingly wet. Ariel was already moving

The silence of Yomi's Rest settled like grave dust, thick and suffocating. Ariel closed her fist around the newly acquired key, its moonlight-and-obsidian chill seeping through, a stark counterpoint to the fading, greasy taint of the Stygian still clinging to her boots. Death flowed cleanly again here, at least for now. The oppressive psychic weight lessened, the river's whispers receding into distant, mournful sighs lost in the floor's depths. Around her, the aftermath hung palpable: Dracul’s simmering frustration radiating like banked coals, Darius's weary relief manifesting in a loosened st

"HOLD YOUR GROUND!" Eve's orders echoed from the grounds of the Tracker's Alliance's Forward Operating Base on Floor 29. She and Riardon were in charge of helming the defensive front closer to the teleport gate. The grotesque horror monsters were slamming into the makeshift barricades faster than they could build them. KnightinGale was working overtime just to keep up. Even if I had another mechanic like myself, I fear we wouldn't be able to keep up. Her experience as a grease monkey in the real world allowed her to operate well under these tense scenarios. Her shop was always busy and od

A gasp as she was pinned, his lips so soft against hers. Closing her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the ever longing ecstasy. That burning sensation from every touch, her hand finds his arm. With a twist her fingers search to find purchase, anything possible, the door, the frame something, it was like grasping for straws with no connection. Feeling his warm breath against her neck, she would move her hair quick. Feeling soft lips to her heated skin, it makes her shutter. Those hands of his acting as a balancing act so that neither would fall to soon. The world around them would go unnoticed,

Katoka arched a brow at Acanthus as she seemed to talk someone that wasn't here. Looking around she hadn't noticed another person show up, which made her think that maybe the booze was starting to get to her more than she realized. Her thoughts were quickly scrambled at the nickname Kitty Kat. It had been something cute that she had been called in the past, but it had been a while. She attempted to cover her face to hid her once again reddened cheeks as she turned in a different direction. "I have a feeling that I'll be herding the two of you like a sheep dog during this quest, but I woul

"Does the bug survive heat?" The woman paused as Lancaster shifted the topic back to the little parasite. "Mmm, No. They're water based - usually they infect a host and lead it to water - it lays its eggs in the host, host dies, water babies - something drinks water babies..." Mari rolled her hand. "Rinse and repeat. But that's the issue, if it gets into the water source that water source would be permanently contaminated." Mari appreciated the sentiment, and the feedback. Even if it was a failed project it was nice to bounce ideas back and forth with someone. Truly, it just showed how m

-lol this is a Mari alt its fine -

"Then best avoid it, I know a few a little secreted myself. He listens but has a mouth and a temper." Lancaster would offer as a response toward her unseen aid, leaving that secret for her to keep given it may be more comfortable that way. He was referring to his fifth, Hiroshi that loved riding his own little laboratory. If he could get away with it, Lancaster even had the thought of sneaking Mari in it and letting her snoop. But that would be asking for trouble. "As to the worm, I understand the hang up. What if they all become mindless zombies trying to stab everything that walks around. Co

[4] 01:59:30 ████████: I wouldn't have put anything in that box if you hadn't neglected to limit my ability to deposit in the first place. 02:00:04 ████████: Throw it away if it offends you so much. Do you even know what's in there? ██:██:██ BAIRD: I'm closing the account.

"If I gave them your regards they'd kill me for sharing this." Mari said honestly. Atan was an incredibly private person, practically an enigma, an illusion - nothing more than a fairy tail whispered to bad children at night. Still, she knew the man would appreciate someone intelligent who admired his machinations. Not that she could ever tell Lancaster that. Or Atan for that matter. A special secret all to herself. "Could prove relevant, have all the NPC's walk off a cliff. Problem solves itself, very clever mi fiamma. Why stop?" Mari glanced to Lancaster with a loving gaze, it was

The man would look on as she'd remove the mask, allowing her beauty back out of all that thick leather. "An associate..." He'd look at all the little dials and knobs, turning a bit and attempting to glean what half of them might do. The man knew glassware but that was more for distilling fuels in his real life, or the odd mixture here or there as was normal for their members. But it was hardly to this same caliber. "Give them my regards, this clearly allows you to pursue your passions. It makes you happy, which makes me happy." A light twist of one sees the little hiss of gas, the man had take