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Redemption --> Mari ---------------------- ID: 252555 BD: 9 CD:6 LD:4 MOB: 1 = HIT Mari | HP: 1223/1311 1247-24=1223 | EN: 122/146 138-16=122| DMG: 26 | MIT:203 152 | ACC:4 | AA | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:63 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5 REDEMPTION HP: 18,750/18,900 18750-228=18522 | DAM: Phase 1: 160 Damage + 10% = 176 | MIT: 200 + 20%= 240 MIT | EVA: 3 |THORNS: 48 | BRN*4 *IGNORES 25% MITIGATION = Mari's mit 152 176-152=2

Mari --> Redemption Impossible Mari thought to herself. She should have realized... ---------------------- "Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) = 16 EN) ID: 252552 | 6 + 5 = 11, CD: 9 {ST-B Unlocked} | Hit vs. Redemption Dealing 468 - 240 = 228 Damage BH: 56 EN: 4 Mari | HP: 1247/1311 1295-48THRNS | EN: 122/146 138-16=122| DMG: 26 | MIT:203 152 | ACC:4 | AA | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:63 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5

Redemption --> MARI ---------------------- ID: 252553 BD: 10 CD: 9 LD: 11 MOB: 10-CRITICAL HIT Mari | HP: 1239/1311 1263-24=1239 | EN: 134/146 | DMG: 26 | MIT:203 152 | ACC:4 | AA | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:63 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5 REDEMPTION HP: 18,750/18,900 | DAM: Phase 1: 160 Damage + 10% = 176 | MIT: 200 + 20%= 240 MIT | EVA: 3 |THORNS: 48 | BRN*4 *IGNORES 25% MITIGATION = Mari's mit 152 176-152=

Mari --> Redemption ---------------------- WELL RESTED 1/3 Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) = 13 EN) ID: 252552 | 6 + 5 = 11, CD: 9 {ST-B Unlocked} | Hit vs. ? Dealing 390 - 240 = 150 Damage" Mari | HP: 1263/1311 1311-48 THRNS=1263 | EN: 134/146 146-12= | DMG: 26 | MIT:203 | ACC:4 | AA | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:63 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5 REDEMPTION HP: 18,750/18,

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9/6/25 (Crafting Respite: 248616, Ambition: 250721, Recording Studio (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Uaithne (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 252520 CD: 7 +1 LD: 7 Uncommon - 9 (+6 Ambition) 2 252521 CD: 1 +1

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Purchased | Nametag | [2500col] Allows its user to change the name and description of an equipment piece.

Nametag: Hephaestus’ Hammer | Crafting Tool | Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop. becomes Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | Crafting Tool {Blacksmith} | Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting using Blacksmith in one’s workshop.

“Thank you, that is your payment. Telling me this makes my travels much easier to deal with coming up here. I still have like four more trips up this. These are yours and these are mine.” The ingots for Lucas were in a perfect pyramid stack. They were all smooth like she was hoping they would be. This was a good craft and she still had it. “You take care of yourself okay?” Morrighan would turn to the man after gathering her portion of the unique ore. Placing a hand on the man's shoulder as she passed him by to make her exit. Maybe next time more of these people will remember who they used to b

“Hmm there really is no need. You did that, the memory. You started believing that you wanted more than you had and yes maybe I helped without doing anything but you wished it to be and it happened. Good on you man.” Taking the necklace she would put it in her pocket. Turning to the table, “Is there a way to teleport up here?” Maybe now that he had his memory back he would know a few loop holes in the system. She would start to dump and separate the other ingots into two piles. One that she would bring with her and the other to keep in the case. “Yea, behind this building a few yards away ther

“Phantasmal Ingot” holding it out to Lucas. On one side of the metal it was a light red that fades into white going to the other side. “It’s beautiful, what is good to make with this unique ore?” The man says this with excitement in his voice. He was starting to show more emotion in his movements. This makes Morrighan smile. “Nearly everything. It's a very dense metal, it also shines under pure light and because of how light it is, it glows in the dark.” She explains to Lucas about the features that it gave now that she knew that he would understand it. “I am going to bring some with me but yo

“Not really sure, I messaged you for the challenge and then boom. I guess it was all those times you were here before that helped push it forward. So thank you.” Putting a hand to the back of his head. The form of him was the same as it always was, she was beginning to think that this was what he actually looked like before being placed into the game. She knew that something was wrong with them. At first yes they did seem super fake to her but the more she came up here the more she saw tiny shifts in their speeches. “So what now for you Lucas?” He shrugs his shoulders. “I guess just continue d

Using the molds again, lining them up on the table. There was more molten hot liquid in there than she knew what to do with. She would take a few with her to use for her own uses but the others would stay here. The souvenir glass displays were getting fuller, this would add to the pile. Pouring the liquid in each mold, there were about 20 of them. When they were all full, she sets the pot back in its home and lets the ingots dry in their temporary home. Turning back around she glances in their direction again. “Does anyone else want to come forward?” Morrighan asks them all. They looked at eac

“So anyone want to tell me your real names, your buddy out there knows his” she casually says, eyeing them all like suspects. They all looked at each other like they didn’t know what she was talking about but one stepped forward. Hephaestus takes a few steps forward and puts his hand on his mask. He was very hesitant, but then he said “I am Lucas” as he took his mask off. He had a hole in his left cheek with a large scar across his right eye. Morrighan twists her head slightly to get a better look. The hole was the size of a quarter and the scar was a cm in depth and about six cm in length. “W

When the iron was fully melted down she sets the melds across the table and picks the pot up with mitts. The pot was not as heavy as she thought. The content inside was heavier than the pop itself. The ingots were built and the pot was empty. Only five more to go before the final piece could be made. She does this process for each ore before she has all six are done, ready and lined up on the table. She had to wait till all of it was dried. When this happens she flips each over to get the ingots loose. Piling them all up evenly in the pot by their brands, smelting them down is going to take a

“So I got everything that I needed. I’ll be going this way now.” Unsure why they were all staring at her, she walks through the crowd to the blacksmithing area. It was almost like they expected her to do a little dance or something. Setting all the ore on the table, it was time to get to work. They were all hovering, just like every other time she’d been here. She turned on the heat to the large pot sitting next to the side of the table. She could go to the place that she called home in this game to do her dirty work but what would be the fun in that. Morrighan knew that she had to smelt them

“Oh boy do I” saying as he pulls some of that sweet sweet moola out of his bag. They made the trade and they went their separate ways. She walks a few steps and puts her hand in the air, cutting a line through nothing as a portal appears. Entering inside she ends up back at the foot of the mountain, her intention was the top but apparently during the question you couldn’t teleport up either. “Happy trails I guess” saying as her feet find the path that she had walked more than she wanted to. Eventually getting back up the mountain, Shiko was still standing there. He had the red bow linking to t

Morrighan’s eyes light up as the last set of mythril fragments spill on the sandy floors. Taking them in her grasp, she would get up and place them in her pouch. Switching to her blacksmithing gear, it was almost time for that step. First she needed to go pay a visit to Sion. Arriving at the town Tomoika on floor 21, it was the Dwarven mining town. Morrighan knew it as Bangor. There were a few different people that were not known in these parts but the one person that she needed was standing just around the corner. Walking up to the kid Sion, “Hey little man, how is Ibbie doing?” The boy

A few silver fragments were gathered, cool. Now it was just mythril and more gold. Well the demonic ore too but that was just a simple trip to a different area, in her opinion it was the easiest to get. Setting the sieve down as she focused on another harvest song proc. As that pulse releases under her frame she continues working. Some gold pieces make themselves known in the sands, she smiles as she plucks them up and sets them in her back. Only mythril left before she could move on to the last. The unknown ores were getting heavy within her bag but it was fine. There would be plenty of uses

Getting up, she looks for another sparkly spot as she starts humming what she calls the harvest song. Others would have no idea what that was but that was okay because only she knew about it. Kneeling down against the sands she began to gather again. This is something that she would spend hours even days doing back in the day. It was familiar with a hint of normal. Another few copper pieces were picked out. She forgot how unforgiving this was when trying to get anything but copper and iron. The amount of time it took was unbearable. While her hands worked on auto pilot, her mind tries to make

Every option that she had to gather ores were random but at least with this method she would get multiple from one gather. She kept getting unknown ore fragments. If this was the case then she would have to collect other materials to synthesize what was needed. That was just going to take up more time that she didn’t have. Stopping dead what she was doing “RIGHT” saying as she got up, leaving the tool on the ground. Placing her hands together she would close her eyes and start humming something. Getting louder as a light pink light starts to pulse beneath her feet. “That should help” speaking