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Forced to find the last of her spilled goods by lantern light, the weary elder forager wiped the sweat from her overworn brow, wondering how long everything would hurt. She also still had to get home. Ambling quietly through the gathering darkness as the forest's evening noises came to life, she knew the way well enough by now to travel it with her eyes closed. Still slightly dazed from her earlier fall, the woman paused and leaned against a friendly boulder, the first full hints of yellow-purple bruising finding their place on her forehead. Vision blurring, she knew it best and wisest to

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Moving with twilight's grace towards higher ground, its form filled in further. Tenebrous wisps wrought themselves into long, sinuous limbs sustaining its gliding gait as it gained momentum with every step. Gravity's pull still little hold on its lacking proto-essence, firming into something still trying to define itself. Silkily sliding up the monumental face of a god long dead, one might have mistaken its fluid movement for a tear unshed, left clinging to its left eye's edge, propped like a gummy arachnid between the statue's weathered features. Flipping open the base of the compass,

By the time Giovanna crawled back up onto her knees, muddied and bruised, she cursed at seeing the contents of her gathering apron strewn all over the hillside slope. Head bumped, a future goose-egg laid upon her brow by illness of fortune and the spawn of casual misadventure. "Where did that...?" Expecting to find a gnarled tree root or subtly hidden stump, her wrinkled face could only scrunch inward as she glanced upon a heft broken branch perfectly placed to precipitate her fall. Recovering her daily catch, cursing unbefitting a woman of her advanced age caused the foliage to recoil

The old woman muttered to herself as she sifted quietly through the thinning underbrush of the upper foothills nearest the Monument of Grath. One of the pesky plague of Spectral Knights had spawned near here, players and mobs alike trampling her untended crops with brazen disregard during force absence. The gleaming glass monstrosities had vanished as suddenly as they'd appeared, trounced back into oblivion by raucous mobs of angry players. Digital figments fought each other once against 'til broken fragments filled the sky with shimmering clouds of lost dreams. When the last of the mirror

Name: Lost Threnody Crafting ID: 213295 Item Type: Weapon (Curved Sword) Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: BLD II |PARA I Description: A black steel dadao, its hilt wrapped in interwoven charcoal and deepest crimson silks. The blade offers no reflections. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/39174-f21-r8-blacksmith-the-knight-shift-open/?do=findComment&comment=673348 Name: Spite's Reveal Crafting ID: 232216 Item Type: Armor (Heavy) Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: THORNS II | MIT I Description: A simple thin sword with a basic hilt wrapped in a soft pink

ph *** Slaughtering Mobs (R5 Weapon Skill) | ID 248187 | LD 3+5=8 Running total: 79+8=87

ph *** Slaughtering Mobs (R5 Weapon Skill) | ID 248186 | LD 6+5=11 Running total: 68+11=79

ph *** Repair Equipment (R9 Blacksmith) | ID 248185 | LD 20+9=29 Running total: 39+29=68

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Warren’s shop on Floor 7 was meticulously kept. It was a force of habit. When you generally worked with explosives, it was a necessity to keep certain chemicals away from one another. The living quarters off to the side were similarly kept. A total bachelor pad. Just a bed, a table, and one chair. Warren didn’t have people over for dinner and he preferred it that way. He was busy tinkering with beakers containing different colored liquids when he heard the door to his shop open with a loud chime. That also never happened. Turning away from his work, he saw a trio of people standing in his

‘HEY OSCAR IT’S US!” The bell over the door to Oscar’s shop was drowned out by Abellio’s bellowing. Oscar turned his attention from the fryer to the door, smiling widely as he saw his two newest Guild mates walk into the restaurant. Oscar wiped his hands on a towel and stepped out from the back, leaning against the counter as they stepped up. “Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you two all the way out here?” Oscar had been rolling mostly solo for a while. Social calls had been few and far between. It was an odd feeling, he had to admit, to have people swinging by so often

Abellio didn’t really know what possessed him to go this long without getting a proper weapon. Maybe it was because he was rocketing through the Tiers and didn’t want to bother with it. Of course, that required that he had some future plan sorted out. He didn’t. Skills were bought simply off of the merits that they sounded cool. He accidentally on purpose wound up with a somewhat functional character build. So it was at that point that Abellio decided to actually get some gear. Holding his new sword, he made a beeline for Lysette’s place. He hadn’t seen much of her since Oscar and he

<<Betrayal of the King>> Home ownership suited Lydia. It was so nice to have a place to call her own. Abellio and Oscar had insist that she take a small loan from them to buy her first place. It was more Col than she'd seen in years of dancing for the denizens of the Town of Beginnings. Her place hadn't been anything massive. Just a small studio apartment nestled in the trees. Her favorite part had been those high windows that gave her a perfect view of the forest. She found that she spent most of her time there, working. Muffled music could be heard on the air, notes flowing

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7/21/25 (Crafting Respite: 245369, Ambition: 174836) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248175 CD: 9 LD: 7 Uncommon (1) 7 {R UP} (+4 Ambition) 2 248176 CD: 12 LD: 18 Perfect

—Or he was funding it out of his own pocket. Yue Hua looked from Morningstar, to the holographic board, then back to Morningstar. This sort of technology was meant to be unheard of in their setting. Her tail swished behind her as she came to a familiar conclusion. Frontliners are impressive...! Timid Firefly then chose that moment to show off Wulfrin's craft, a sword that dwarfed Yue Hua's own, and Yue Hua didn't comment on it, believing it wasn't her opinion that was being sought, but her interest was piqued. She quickly amended as she finished off her croissant and reached for anot

Oh. The small blonde woman practically melted with such a simple action. Khione didn't mean anything by it. She was quite honest. All the woman wanted to do was ensure she wasn't about to be poisoned, but this was gracious happenstance. When people were flustered they were much, much easier to deal with. It helped that the other was easy on the eyes. "You'd be surprised." Khione said as she placed the tip of her index finger on Katoka's nose. "There are many pretty women who use their wiles to encroach on others." Khione included herself in that, but would not admit it. "You have a ver