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ph NOTE: Custom Skill (Disabuse System) is active. The skill will be considered inactive once any player requests in a subsequent post. Acanthus | Lvl 77 (34/64) | HP: 980/980 | EN: 130/130 | DMG: 23 | MIT:185 | ACC:4 | AA | FL.AURA: 16 | THORNS:72 | BH:54 | HB: 43 | LD:4

Girlish Number - Kazuha Shibasaki - Nari-Lanreth

“No.” Weight settled into Edict’s chest, leveraging him closer to Maxwell’s touch. He had wandered into a banquet, starved for a meal. Why should he be surprised when his appetite quickened after the first course? True hunger didn’t wait for the meal it wanted; it settled for the meal presented. Maxwell was now waxing on the topic Edict had already left behind. “how many of them are on the monument because these monstrosities go unregulated?....” It was true, everything Maxwell said, but it was so unimportant right now. His lips were wasted on talking. At least his hands were put to good

Cascade giggled freely and happily as her Raven began to fiddle with her fingers and hair, climbing up on her shoulder and eventually her head. She began to ponder what she would call her new friend. After long thought she still hadn't come to a conclusion, she wanted it to be perfect and special. This was after all, a new chapter for the both of them. She stood; her avain companion staying put, she looked over at Reytac who appeared to be having a harder time with his Raven. She smiled for a moment, then called out to him softly so as not to alarm the pair. "Perhaps try lowering yoursel

Teion leaned back and nodded again. ”Okay, yeah, if you’re into regular horror that opens up so many options.” Another sip. She made the mistake of setting her glass back down on the bar. No sooner had her fingers left the rim, than the drink refilled itself again. ”I’ve got a soft spot for fae stuff, but I haven’t found much that really gives me anything to do with it.” A frown and a shrug, and then a plain white hand-towel landed in her lap. ”Never thought a rag would come in handy.” She murmured, leaning her head and gathering her hair to one side. She clawed her fingers through a coup

“Then the pleasure is not all mine.” He took artoria’s hand. As their palms connected, his stomach dropped three feet, and Orpheus had the distinct sensation of being caught in a snare. Or rather, a more apt comparison would be the Grecian sirens. Danger was plain in the melody, but he refused to stop listening, even as the rocks loomed. A soft voice in the back of his skull irritated him. How is she not recognizing you? She must be humoring you? The joke has gone too far. Just… tell her. Admit this was a prank that got out of hand. stay close to me. you are mine for the song.

’A leave of absence?’ The Satyr seemed shocked at the idea, as if it had never considered the prospect before. Shaking its head, Artius stifled a small laugh, as though something Nari had suggested was entertaining to it. ’I’m afraid that is not something that the gods would provide to someone like me…we’re indentured in our servitude, and thus are expected to remain in service at all times – waiting for a call of requirement.’ ’Oh. That’s…unfortunate…’ Her voice was meek in response, uncertain once again what to say. Silence fell between them once more as they continued onwards, the base

’I think I would like to travel the world.’ The voice shocked Nari back into the moment, her eyes taking a few steps to recognise the Satyr standing beside her, and the way its expression seemed to hold some measure of wonder at the thought it had presented. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the statement, and it took her a while to respond to the waiting guide, her mind racing as she tried to figure out something polite and friendly to say in return. ’Have you…considered asking for a leave of absence, so you can…travel the world?’ It was a bland statement, meant as nothing more th

Artius seemed to fall silent and consider her words, as if reflecting on some major life lesson that she was sharing with him. Nari was more than content to allow the Satyr to remain silent as they walked, in no desire for extended conversation. She knew there would be more than enough of that to come, once she reached the residence of Hephaestus – the god of the forge. The last time she’d come across the godly being, he’d been relatively silent and contemplative, though his excitement had peaked at her creation. She couldn’t help but wonder how he would be this time, and whether his personali

They had decided to unceremoniously slap the shipment wherever, and frankly it made him slightly happier to do so. The whole quest could suck it hard, for all that they had to do. He could swear, if his feet could hurt, they would be searing. "Let's say we never do this quest again.." He would say as he walked back up the stairwell of the cellar. Turning back around the building to reach the back entrance, he would poke his head to see that Liz's camouflage was still active. The floating blanket was evident enough as it rose and fell ever so slightly. The big gal was sleepin' so

The question took her by surprise, and she found herself taking a few seconds to respond, considering her answer even as she continued eyeing the area for anything good. When she did speak, it was with hesitation and uncertainty, as well as a small measure of excitement at the thought of being asked such an opinion. ’It’s…amazing, and terrifying, in a way. There’s dangers within the various aspects of the world that are…well, something. A sight to behold, I believe they say…though some I wish I’d never beholden to begin with.’ She fell silent for a few steps, before continuing, the Satyr

The roads led along a winding pathway down into the plains of the floor, and Nari found herself trudging along behind the satyr with a calm manner, her eyes swaying across the open area and eyeing the dangers that remained ever vigilant, though distant, from their procession. She felt the gaze of the Satyr turn her direction numerous times, as though considering starting a conversation, only to let the words fall short as Nari continued running her hands through tall grasses and other areas in search of anything useful. She was determined to maintain a level of awareness to her surroundings as

The early morning air felt somewhat refreshing as it drifted in along the open plains, the mountainous winds bringing a cooling breeze that was chilly, and enjoyable for Nari. She’d made her way to the main gates of the city, finding the Satyr waiting expectantly as she’d known the creature would be. She was, somewhat, disappointed to see it was an entirely new creature this time – dark hair covering legs that tapped impatient hooves against cobblestone walkways. ’Ah, finally! Come, come! Lots to do! Lots to do!’ The Satyr shifted as Nari approached, turning towards her with an expectant

Challenge of Olympus: Blacksmith Nari sighed as she glanced at her to do list for the day, knowing what was to come. She’d managed to rank herself up as a blacksmith – no longer creating simple weaponry that could benefit little, she’d managed to make some headway into her newly returned skill set. She had to admit, it was nice to feel the flow of the anvil, the hammer coming down upon the metals beneath her grasp, and the final outcome that arrived from all the work. Though, the heat of it all still bothered her slightly – and Mio all but refused to enter the smithy if he wasn’t dragged

The air within the training site was hushed a vast wooden hall where the chill of the fourth floor lingered just beyond the thin paper doors. A faint scent of burning incense curled through the space, soft and grounding, mixing with the rhythm of Miyuki’s breath. Snow fell gently beyond the window, each flake a whisper of silence made visible. Her mentor stood several paces away, still as the statue of an old deity. For a long moment, neither spoke. The only sound was the soft creak of wood as the fire’s warmth shifted. Finally, the mentor’s voice broke the silence deep, even, and patient

The silence in the dojo deepened as the old swordsman rose from his seat beside the fire. His movements were deliberate, almost weightless, like someone who had long since learned to walk without disturbing the world around him. He crossed the room with unhurried grace, each step matching the faint rhythm of the wind brushing against the walls. “Tell me,” he began, his voice as calm as the falling snow outside, “what is a blade?” Miyuki hesitated. The question seemed simple but his gaze told her otherwise. “A weapon,” she answered carefully, “used to protect or to kill.” The man

The snowfall had quieted to a gentle drift, each flake descending like a whispered breath upon the still world. Miyuki stood at the edge of the glade where the message had directed her a clearing nestled between towering evergreens, their boughs weighed down by ice. In the center sat a simple structure, half-buried in snow: a small dojo built of pale wood and stone, its roof bowed beneath winter’s weight. Thin trails of smoke curled from a lantern above the door, swaying softly in the wind. Her boots crunched as she stepped forward. The air felt different here thinner, quieter. Each exhal

Reytac looked over his shoulder to see that Cascade had managed to actually pull of her tame, and was now cuddling the raven that had approached her, petting it and playing with it lightly as she got used to it. Some of the guarded nature of her face had faded, her eyes lighting up with wonder as she interacted with the small bird, and Rey let out a soft chuckle before turning his attention back to his own taming 'opponent'. The raven that had approached him was still turning up its beak at the Familiar Food that he had set out, fluffing its wings and hopping around the bowl to approach

Shop Post: Sharpened Sword Cost of Transaction: 8 materials Crafter's Profession: Blacksmith Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: Sharpened Sword Item Tier: Tier 1 Item Type: Weapon [Straight Sword] Item Rarity: Uncommon Item Enhancements: Damage [1 Slot] Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: ID255213, 255217 Item Description: A shortsword with honed edge designed to slice through strengthened carapace,

16/10/2025 [∞/2560+ EXP] Rank 5 - La Quinta Orchestra: Able to craft Tier 5 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 one’s workshop.] ------- [16/19 EXP] Rank 1 - Beginner Blacksmith: Able to craft Tier 1 equipment. 10 crafts per day. Crafting Buffs N/A [Active: N/A. Effect: N/A.] ID CD LD Result EXP

"It'd be nice to see something that isn't just more trees. I feel like, that's nearly everything I've seen here? I know there's a desert floor, but I skipped it on accident. I saw the snow floor - floor four, I think? But.. It was just a snowy forest. More. Trees." Reytac snorted and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He turned to ask the bartender for a glass of water to go with the alcohol, pausing, when he remembered that there was no one here but the two of them. That the alcohol that they were putting into their systems was just there with no source. He exhaled, and pulled a water canteen ou

Shop Post: Dried Meat Bar Cost of Transaction: 5 materials Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 1 Item Name: Dried Meat Bar Item Tier: Tier 1 Item Type: Snack Item Rarity: Rare Item Enhancements: Loot Die [2 Slots] Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: ID255211 Item Description: A less than appealing bar of cereal and dried meats combined into something semi-edible.

’Well, it’s certainly…something…’ Maggie commented, eyeing the creation on the table as Nari buried her hands in her face. She could hear Onora stifling a giggle off to the side as she tried anything to ignore the commentary. She had been going for an easy to carry, well nutritious cereal bar of sorts mixed with dried meats. What had come out, however, was anything but – in fact, Nari would’ve simply called it an abomination, if she’d been able to do so at the time. ’Let’s just…get this over and done with. This was more painful than becoming a blacksmith.’ She took a few moments to collec

’You’ll just have to wait and see, I think.’ Onora pushed herself up as Nari found the final material piece – an item that looked a bit like a potato to her eyes – and dusted herself off. ’I think you have just about everything?’ Nari gave a small nod, pushing herself up and following the blonde back to the gates, and the town beyond. She gave a single small wave of greeting to the guard as they passed back through, before following the winding streets back to the tavern itself. ’Oh, perfect! You got everything you need? Right, follow me and we’ll get started!’ The voice of the taver

Onora seemed to nod in response, likely uncertain of how to respond to the claim. It was an odd topic, Nari knew, and not one that anyone outside of the frontliners could really comment upon. Finding it somewhat depressing, she decided to change the topic as quickly as she could, hoping that they could leave the depressive aura behind entirely. ’I wonder what sort of interesting concepts I’ll get to cook up…once I find this final material.’ She frowned slightly as another push through the nearby brush brought up nothing of use. Her foraging skills were failing her, in the moment, and she