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  2. THREAD SUMMARY Dungeon Rewards Tier 10 Exp: 4200 EXP Wave #1 | 38 materials Wave #2 | 28,000 col Wave #3 | 100,000 col, LD drop
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  4. The mentor stepped forward again, the snow crunching softly beneath his sandals. Without a word, he drew a thin strip of dark cloth from his sleeve and held it toward Miyuki. “Vision clouds instinct,” he said simply. “Let us see what remains when you take it away.” Miyuki hesitated, but then took the blindfold and tied it around her eyes. The world vanished. All that remained was the bite of the cold, the scent of pine, and the soft whisper of the wind weaving between branches. Her heartbeat filled the silence at first. Slow. Uneven. Searching. Then she heard it the faint s
  5. Such an interesting twist of events, and the sounds of broken glass and undoubtedly a bar fight breaking out the floor just below them made the evening even more of a mystery. It was likely that some neanderthal had found themselves shoved out by some of the many wait staff that rushed about the place, likely some with a bit larger features and height to boot. Like the shaded men that had awarded Cascade into her lap not but a moment prior. Honestly their inclination to remain under guise spoke to just how often such things might occur, anonymity giving them the benefit of not gaining a second
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  7. “I mean, yea. If I stay here a little too long I get sad. But like, I just don’t stay here that long? The home is more of a base of operations than anything. I spend more nights in taverns and stuff on other floors. I come back here when I’m laying low.” “Personally, I don’t believe the info broker’s guide when they try and sell you that crap about dementia and insanity. That’s probably just coming from some player that’s already cracked a little bit. You have a shop here, right? And you’re not crazy. I think.” 3ulogy paused a little bit as he spoke the last words. “But yea, the floor mak
  8. A cold midsummers night dream, where reality and imagination dance upon the night sky becoming intertwined and indistinguishable. Where prayers can be made real, and logic and reason can become distorted. The wanderer sat wistful and hopeful beneath a star filled sky. His red robe absent, errands long since complete. No glasses allowing his amber eyes in that kindled and rich shade to be allowed free from shields. It was a long time coming, to provide himself the freedoms of such simple enjoyment. Through his head racked the ripple, as innumerable faces and voices played back unending.
  9. "What were we talking about again?" Adelyte asked, tapping her chin with the side of her thumb. "Oh yeah! How cool this place is!" she opened her arms out, gesturing towards the cave.. but also Aincrad as a whole. "Before this game came out, I don't think I could have ever even imagined a place like this.. a floating castle. One hundred floors, each one different. Of course I want to get back home to my mama but.." her smile faltered a bit. Homesickness settling in, usually she kept those moments behind closed doors. She swallowed the rising lump in her throat down and forced a smile out
  10. "And I definitely owe you that guitar when we get out of here.” But.. this was his guitar. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk. Obviously she was a bit flustered, torn between enjoying the evening and performing. Didn't matter how experienced she was, it came with the life. Jomei was very well aware of that. "He makes you happy? Then that's all that matters Go sing your song so you can spend some time with him, you've earned it." The ginger was left alone on the side of the stage as Lysette took to the spotlight once more. Holding up his instrument, he would dismi
  11. Faerie

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    Shop Post: Cherry Cake Pop Cost of Transaction: 1 Mat Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: Cherry Cake Pop Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Dessert Item Rarity: Rare Item Enhancements: 2 LD Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: IFusion of ID255884 + ID255884-1 = ID255887: CD: 8 | LD: 17 Item Description: A Cake Pop on a simple stick filled with a cherry pie filling center.
  12. Date: 10-24-25 [41/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Apprentice Cook: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 4 crafts per day. Crafting Tier 2 [Dessert]: ID255883 | CD: 4 | LD: 17 | Fail! (Lose Materials) ID255884 | CD: 8 | LD: 17 | Critical Success! +2 T2 Uncommon Desert ID255885 | CD: 6 | LD: 17 | Salvage! (Keep Materials) ID255886 | CD: 10 | LD: 14 | Success! +1 T2 Uncommon Desert Result: +9 EXP (1+3+2+3) [50/79] Fusion: ID255884 + ID255884-1| T2 Rare Desert = ID255887
  13. Hands grabbed her, moving her about the room. She attempted to pull away in protest, but they moved quickly pushing her down into a seat... that wasn't at all a seat, rather someone's lap. She felt the warmth of lush skin beneath her, a scent of liquor, smoke, and something faintly sweet entering her senses. She turned seeing the faint glow of a cigarette being laid to rest. The person under her shifted, the lights flickering back on, everything had happened so fast. She looked around noting the change in the room, others had been moved and paired at random. A scuffle at the bar had drawn som
  14. [Floor 27 | The Divide’s Edge] Entry #42 – Etherial’s Journal The air on this floor feels thinner like it’s been pulled taut between two halves of the same breath. Every step echoes longer than it should, fading into a silence that doesn’t want to end. The locals call this area The Divide, and I think I understand why. It’s not just a name it’s a feeling. Like the world itself was split open, and no one bothered to stitch it shut again. Crystals line the cliffs here, glowing faintly in the dim light. Blue on one side, green on the other, the colors meet somewhere in the middle and
  15. Mari patted the guy she was sitting on. "Unconk...unconsh...un..." She frowned, why was it so hard to talk properly. A shake of her head, an a deep breath. "Unconscious." Mari said with the fluidity of someone who hadn't just downed seven straight whisky drinks. "C-Came to thank you fer helpin' me get Lancashter here an...man...yanked my hair." Mari would rest the back of her head against the bar, closing her eyes. She was so sick of fighting. Mari figured Vincent did this to allow Mari to let off some steam, but this wasn't what she needed. "Hmmm?" She'd open her eyes again, feeling something
  16. The attacker scurried off the moment they felt Jevi's grip loosen on the handful of hair. Dipping out of the club with their metaphorical tail between their legs. She followed his retreat, making sure he were headed towards the front door. Hopefully Oscar's bouncer could do their job next time and keep uninvited guests out. Then again, was anyone really 'uninvited' if Oscar dropped flyers on every single open floor? Averting her gaze from the front door to the establishment, she would give a sweeping look at the players around her. The ones that just stood and watched as a woman was
  17. Thread Closed: Scar | [Word Count: 11183/5 = 2236.6] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2236 EXP [quest reward.] - 800 EXP - 2000 Col zackariah's special draught. | #000000 | TIERLESS PERFECT POTION | HP RECOVERY initiate's draw. | #000000 | TIER 1 CURVED SWORD | ACC 2, DMG [desc.]: A mundane but reliable curved sword provided by Lyle Tealeaf for services rendered. big bertha braciole. | #000000 | TIER 1 SNACK | VIT 2 [desc.]: A restorative fish entrée that helps restore some spent vigor. [treasure chest.] unidentified weapon. | #255882a | TIER 1 WEAPON [st
  18. By the time Jack got back to Tolbana, the sun was already setting and painting the old roofs with colors of red and gold. Though he tried to wash himself off, the salt and fishy smells still stuck to him, and they were the most unwelcome reminders of the letters that he was carrying. He couldn't help but think about that letter, it was the source of the smell which had mixed with his leather bag and thus, the air around him went bad while he was walking through the narrow streets to the mayor's hall. Mayor Dorian White was waiting inside, perched behind a desk littered with ledgers and ha
  19. The chest was between the two men, dripping and gleaming in the faint light of Pete's lantern. The smell of river much was quite strong, and it was mixed with iron and wet wood. Pete's boot made a slight scraping sound against the planks as he leaned forward, trying to see the treasure with his eyes strained by the dim light. "Well, would you look at that," he muttered. "Didn't think that old thing would ever show itself again." Jack stood, brushing his hands against his coat. "You've seen it before?" Pete chuckled soft, his voice rumbling like a low current. "Aye. Been snaggin'
  20. Thread Closure: Eruda | [Word Count: 5099/5 = 1019.8] * [True Tier: 12] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.15] = 14073 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2110 col, 1*Mon Raidou | [Word Count: 5099/5 = 1019.8] * [True Tier: 19] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.15] = 22283 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 3342 col, 1*Mon Mari | [Word Count: 5099/5 = 1019.8] * [True Tier: 14] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.12] = 15990 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2398 col, 1*Mon Guild Treasurer (Firm Anima/Simmone): 2 Guild Tokens [Eruda/Raidou]
  21. Thread Closure: Lancaster | [Word Count: 12127/5 = 2425.4] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.1] = 16008 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2401 col Mari | [Word Count: 12127/5 = 2425.4] * [True Tier: 15] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.12] = 40747 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 6112 col Raidou | [Word Count: 12127/5 = 2425.4] * [True Tier: 19] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.15] = 52995 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 7949 col
  22. Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255877, CD: 6 (No Proc), Vanish CD [2/3] PH Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 3 Targets = 6) = 20 EN) ID: 255874 | 5 + 7 = 12, CD: 4 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Trained Legionnaire #5 Dealing 504 - 40 = 464 Damage ID: 255875 | 4 + 7 = 11, Hit vs. Trained Legionnaire #5 Dealing 504 - 40 = 464 Damage ID: 255876 | 4 + 7 = 11, Hit vs. Obstacles, Holder of Shields Dealing 504 - 120 = 384 Damage Loot Rolls: ID: 255879 | LD: 13 (12, +1) | CD: 1 (1, +0) | 3675col, Materials (2), Tier 4 Rare Trinket (1)
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