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’I believe you’re looking for me, madam.’ The voice came from her left side, and Nari found herself spinning with her spear rising, the look on the satyr’s face shifting from calm intent, to sudden shock and surprise at the reaction. ’Oh! Oh my apologies, madam! I didn’t mean to startle you!’ Nari let out a breath, letting the weapon release slightly as she shook her head in an attempt to clear away the adrenaline that had begun to flush her system. She forced a half smile onto her own features, trying to calm herself and appear welcoming all at once. ’No, no. You’re fine. I’m just…a lit

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’Yeah, well, we can’t. So get going.’ Onora made a soft shooing motion with her hand, as if trying to get rid of Nari’s presence. She knew that wasn’t the case – if anything, Onora was likely annoyed that she was headed off again, and leaving the blonde alone to run the shop. A necessary evil, they’d started calling it – and one that was only going to get worse the more Nari returned to the old way of things. The town was almost the same as the last time she’d visited. Merchants could be heard hawking their wares on the street’s corners and edges, the winds blew in from the plains and mo

’If you cook like this, Hestia is going to boot you off the mountain forever.’ Onora chuckled from her perch on a nearby tabletop, her legs swinging as she stared at the burnt mass that had come out of the oven mere seconds ago. Nari frowned, both at the horror piece that was meant to be a cake, as well as at Onora’s commentary. True, her cooking skills had been improving, but she was still having episodes like this one – where the item simply came out obliterated and awful. ’Still, you’d be silly not to go – you’ve already completed it how many times already? Not to mention the cauldron…it he

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Challenge of Olympus: Cook No sooner had Nari returned from the mountain, than she received the next invitation. She’d spent the better part of a few days working furiously within her newly acquired kitchen – industrial grade ovens pushed to their limits as she tested and tried various recipes, most of which came to be nothing more than absolute disasters in completion. She was slightly disappointed with some of her failures, but even Onora admitted she was picking up the nuances and necessary skills for the art rather quickly. It was during one such session that the alert had come

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Another squad in the dirt. The snow? Where was she? Crunch. A hammer crashed into her shoulder, a glancing blow that only knocked Acanthus off balance. She swung back, obliterating the grunt in a single blow. “Hey! That was close.” An NPC guard chided her, and she shot back a murderous look. The guard grumbled, but moved deeper into the battlefield, away from her. Another enemy approached, bearing down with a huge great axe. Acanthus shifted out of the way—a roll would have been better, but she was tired—and the axe clipped the edge of her armor. As she struck back, a warm fuzz

Fae was on a mission today, she had picked up a cooking profession and even one for foraging, but the job she was looking for today was all together different. Over the course of her explorations she had quite the stockpile of miscellaneous goods, from swords and armor to necklaces and potions, all of which she'd have to take to a professional appraiser in order to actually. Hence why she found herself in front of a small shop cramped in to the small space in between the other two storefronts. She pushed open the door, and was stunned for a moment, she had never seen such a large assortm

Shop Post: Caramel Brownies Cost of Transaction: 8 materials Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: Caramel Brownies Item Tier: Tierless Item Type: Dessert Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Loot Die [3 Slots] Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: ID255505 Item Description: A chewy caramel brownie that energises. Best enjoyed on the go.

19/10/2025 ------ [∞/2560+ EXP] Rank 5 - La Quinta Orchestra: Able to craft Tier 5 equipment. 10 crafts per day. | | [40/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Professional Blacksmith: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 10 crafts per day. | | [54/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Professional Cook: Able to craft Tier 2 equipment. 10 crafts per day. Crafting Buffs Extended Workshop [Active: Passive. Effect: +1 Daily Crafting Attempts; +2 EXP per crafting attempt.] Apollo's Metronome [Active: Passive. Effect: +1 CD when crafting in o

Date: 10-19-25 [36/40 EXP] Rank 2 - Apprentice Cook: Able to craft Tier 2 equipment. 3 crafts per day. Crafting Tier 2 [Dessert]: ID255491 | CD: 7 | LD: 9 | Salvage! (Lose Materials) ID255492 | CD: 7 | LD: 11 | Salvage! (Keep Materials) ID255493 | CD: 3 | LD: 5 | Fail! (Lose Materials Result: +5 EXP (2+2+1) [41/40]

Fights like this made him want to retire. There was no glory, no reward. Numb fingers tightened around his sword. He clashed against a soldier's, deflecting an obvious attack. Star lunged, slipping on a hidden patch of ice. Metal shot past his head, sticking into the snow-buried dirt. He collected himself, drawing an upward slash through the soldier's leather armor. Some soldiers made it past the trio. They picked and pulled at the wooden wall, ravaging all the players had set out to build. Flames ate away at the only real defense that Snowfrost had. Star blitzed back, eliminating th

If he could feel fatigue, he would be. The mental tax of cutting through wave after wave of enemies was not to be underestimated, though; only once in recent memory had he been so preoccupied in such a way. In truth, Pinball wasn't sure whether he preferred cutting through the zombies or the bears more. They were both pretty miserable ways to pass the time. The quest wasn't kidding -- they were actually defending Snowfrost from an army. After cutting through the fresh ranks of undead, he exhaled softly, a puff of frosty air escaping his cold lips. He heard Morningstar call out to them somewher

"She's struggling. Though I did expect a little pushback, I didn't expect this much." * * * Training Perlita; ID: 255469 | CD: 2 Failure! Successful Training Post 2/3 CD Requirement: 7 5 3

She’d read about people describing battles as long and tedious. Storytellers loved the dramatic moments, enthralled readers with florid descriptions of beleaguered underdogs rallying under a tattered banner. But the storytellers loved to skip past all the attrition that left the underdogs beleaguered. By the fourth mass of enemies, it was clear the party was not the underdog. But beleaguered was an understatement. Acanthus had been hacking away for what felt like hours. Her muscles burned, and her patience was hanging by a thin, frayed thread. “Hello?” “Still here.” She swept in

“I see.” Acanthus nodded, returning to the task of training. Kumaki was proving to be a reluctant learner. She was able to learn, yes, but that desire to learn was swallowed whole by her desire to chase the kids around and, well, eat anything she could get her paws on. “Little bear, that’s not for you.” Kumaki had ended up with a plate in her mouth, still holding scraps of someone’s lunch. She must have wandered through a kitchen at some point. None of the children seemed upset at a stolen lunch; in fact, Kumaki’s wandering gaze delighted the gaggle that was now forming around her an

The man smiled, radiating an exuberant energy. Acanthus could almost envision him bouncing as they searched for the lair, jumping from clue to clue like a child in an easter egg hunt. She did not find herself disparaging his abilities with the comparison; Acanthus had no doubt the only qualities he lacked were equipment and levels. Reytac appeared sensible and collected. And while his equipment would not fell a floor boss, it reflected a sense of preparation and care that Acanthus found comforting. There was no circumstance in which death was a possibility. The other girl reinforced Acant

"If I had scrubbed him...." "Nothing would have changed, Rai. Except the fact that you would have robbed him of a chance of truly, and I mean truly working toward a change." She watched as he picked up his broken pair of glasses, this set - to no fault of her own. Mayhaps, they would stop breaking if he had a pair for her smaller head, anything he would wear simply slid off her own. She listened to him talk about the Elven bread and Mari was glad she didn't outright take a large chunk from it. It was to get your attention Mari snorted, "Well. It worked. I do admit, parts of me q

Watching as Mari began to dissect the bread, somewhere deep down he knew that would be her first response. Always curious, something that Juiblex had boiled straight to the surface as a dominant trait. "It wasn't my first choice. But clearly even with Lancaster severed his attachment to the guild ran deeper then I realized. If I had scrubbed him...." He got caught on the sentence, choosing instead to take another sip. "Anyway, the point is it was made clear that there would be some that would come after Lancaster or by extension you to get to him. Desperate to claim his station, and to rectify

Mari would sit opposite him at the small table, the chair - old and worn creaking with her weight. "Perhaps...." Came Mari's response as she took another long drink from her steaming cup of coffee, a clean and stark white against a murky and fetid backdrop a she placed it on the table. Hands still cupping it. Tired eyes staring down into the liquid before they rose to met Raidou's gaze. "But, truth be told...I wasn't sure what to expect but..." She'd lift her shoulders in a small shrug as she fished around in her pocket, pulling out the broken pair of glasses and sliding them over to him. "Sti

The man remained still against a flash of blue light, an arrival planned albeit rather punctual. Cleaning the glasses on the sleeve of his red robe he'd look to her with a smile, one that recently the man had discovered how to wear. Up the bridge of his nose those glasses glare against a soft warm colored candlelight from a glowstone resting on the booth's table, in a small lantern like apparatus to provide it a handle. "That would be excessive, given you know what is underneath it. Don't you think?" He says with an extension of his hand toward the seat opposed to his, before uncapping a white

Mari groaned, still in bed next to Lancaster when the message came through. She lifted her hand to open the message - seeing who it was from caused her to practically jump out of bed. Jostling her lover awake. "Come back to bed Mi Amore....outside can wait." He'd reach out to her, hands finding their way round her hips as he pulled her close. Oh how Mari wished she could. All the two had done in the past few days was eat bathe and rest...in some cases 'rest' and truth be told...she didn't want that to end. "I can't. It's business." Mari leaned down and kissed Lancaster on his forehead. H

Three days later. Floor 29, ?? Messages received and paid but a simple response. 'Well Done.' from a fuzzy and distorted screen that held an entirely separate list of players to contact in it. Broken and beaten rotted wood as his surroundings, tucked into a back room that had not seen a living soul for its entire existence in Aincrad. What equated to the middle of nowhere, where none would be brash enough to find him. The smell of decay and the stirring of near stagnant water, a cross wind across docks sends a hanging sign to a shrill song on repeat. A storm brewed on the horizon, and mos