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  2. "Thanks Ang, preciate it." CosmiQueen grabs Vermillion Chastity Belt | Tierless Trinket | LD III
  3. "You could use this for the raid" Siren passes to CosmiQueen Vermillion Chastity Belt | Tierless Trinket | LD III
  4. Thunder barreled overhead as streams of water carved smooth gullies through the compacted mud below. How long had she been out here? A few hours? A few days? It felt like wave after wave of phantom knights had spawned in to overwhelm them, and Elora was losing track of time. At first, she was cutting them down with friends. In the streets of shuttered towns, then the canyons that stretched beyond them. It hadn't been enough. More enemies crept to each corner of the floor. Freyd and Katoka had gone to help. And Elora... Heavy footfall sent frigid water sloshing up her legs. Drenched
  5. Today
  6. Oscar gave a pleased chuckle. “I’m down to scrap, but there’s three things I’m not man enough to fight,” he said, beginning to count them off on his fingers. “Mother nature, badass women - generally, and street food vendors in their native country. I’m just gonna lose every single time.” He gave a light shrug. “I’m cool with second place.” Lydia tucked into her food, eating perhaps more quickly than manners dictated. But damn, she was hungry. And she hadn’t had anything nearly this good since she got here. She wasn’t eating nearly as fast as Abellio. The man was halfway through his b
  7. They said curiosity killed the cat. And maybe that was true. But Lydia couldn’t say that she wasn’t curious to know more about this ‘badass Frontliner’ preparing their dinner. She had no dreams of joining the Frontlines. It was so far beyond her reach. Hell, she had only just learned how to fold her own clothing. There was no way that she was going to be able to keep up with the people fighting the strongest monsters in the game. But that call to do something was growing stronger. Maybe not joining the Frontlines. But something. Before she could really wrap her mind around the i
  8. Yesterday
  9. Despite her misgivings, Lydia took a seat at the counter. Abellio followed suit, bouncing in his seat like a hyperactive puppy. She took a look around the diner, at the chrome trim and how meticulously clean everything was kept. Through the window, she could see Oscar hard at work manning the fryer. Even those vats of boiling oil were clean and sanitized. There were so many contradictions that she didn’t know what to make of the man now. He was brazenly open about his conquests. But at the same time, everything about his restaurant was so meticulously kept. Wouldn’t a skeezeball be consis
  10. Morningstar wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. Since the last time I posted, he had lost himself in the crowd of untrained villagers and unshowered snow soldiers, and his party members were now out of sight. He had lost track of his score as well. Where was he now? Twelve? Thirteen? Sixty seemed like a good round number. He'd go with sixty. "Hello?" he'd call out once in a while, to see if any of his party members could hear him. Often, it resulted in NPCs looking at him strangely; and often, the distraction led to their deaths. Oops. A wave of soldiers spawned to his left
  11. “Oh fuck you!” Abellio had suddenly stiffened up. His tone was defensive with a small flash of anger appearing on his face. “You got women hanging all over you literally all the time.” Oscar shook his head, that smile never fading from his face. “Oh yeah, I hit ‘em with a ‘wanna do a quest’ and then drag them out to the least romantic place I can think of. Fuck off man. At least they know what they’re signing up for.” Oh. He was a player. She should have known. No man looked like that and didn’t use it to his advantage. Lysette suddenly found herself doubting the quality of company t
  12. She saw movement through the window behind the counter. A man who made even Abellio look small stepped out of the back. He was a different sort. The man was ice. Honed to a razor’s edge. He walked across the polished floors with a grace a man that size had no right to have. Everything about him was sharp. Rigid. And there was an intensity in his eyes that she couldn’t possibly imagine how it got there. “Abellio,” he said simply. The calm in response to Abellio’s explosive bellowing made her blood run cold. Imperious, as if questioning why the two of them had the audacity to invade his dom
  13. The water's edge would send shivers down Hirru's spine. There was something about it that would make him want to drown himself within it, though there was a missing factor that kept him from that. A hint of purple.. There would be no turning back once the water bulged and moved aside for a knight that seemed rather different from the other knights that they just fought against. This one had a proper form to it, rather than the shifting glass like beings that they destroyed. A black knight of some form, it was oddly ill fitting for this area. What was the story of this creature that
  14. Lydia didn’t even have time to protest. She merely clung to her days earnings as Abellio took them down a labyrinth of streets and alleys. She had never been to this side of town before. It seemed incredibly sketchy. Were she wandering the streets alone, she would have definitely given this area a wide berth. Wouldn’t even have looked at it. There were too many blind turns. Too many crevices to hide people with ill intent. But Abellio didn’t seem bothered. He wasn’t… stupid was he? But a man like him could probably handle most bad actors. He didn’t strike her as the violent sort, bu
  15. Lydia jumped at the question. She swiveled her head around, looking up at the man who had just suddenly appeared from nothing. Abellio. Or so the letters above his head spelled out. She met his gaze and immediately felt disarmed. They were bright orange, wide and welcoming. Her eyes moved down his body, over his open shirt and down his torso. She paused, admiring the inkwork that framed his lean midriff. The lie that she would tell herself if anyone called her out on her gaze lingering just a bit too long. She knew what he was about at a glance. But where others slithered their way
  16. Bloodstained Land Flashback, taking place immediately before the events of Floor 29. It was a warm spring day, just as it always was. Floor One never changed. The same people, the same fixtures. Like Lydia. Adjusting to life in Aincrad had been a challenge. She had gone from the top of the world to the ditch. That might have bothered some people, but without the oppressive presence of her hangers-on, she had found freedom in her captivity. From late morning to early afternoon, she could be found before the fountain in the central plaza. She practiced her art for all to see
  17. ph *** Note: Added hate from Oscar's hit. Post Action | TECH-G (x13, 12 EN): 12 EN - (Rested 2/2; Stamina) = 9 EN. Free Action | None ID #247504 | BD: 3+8-3=8 (hit). DMG (13*28=364-200=164+80(hell)=244). Burn 56/2 applied. | CD 9 | ST-B UNLOCKED [H:5] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 98/102 -(4) | DMG: 26 30 [Press] | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 3/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:2] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 159/168 (168-9) | DMG: 24 28 [Press] | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8
  18. i need to format this later Inventory: SCOUT PACKAGE Decorative Earing | T1 RARE TRINKET | SNEAKY II a silver bead earing. (3) Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) 2,000 Col and (10) Materials
  19. Ariel’s gaze settles on each as they arrive. Gambit’s wave is impossible to miss. She doesn’t return it, but a faint lift of her brow acknowledges the effort. He’s young… obviously. But there’s something about the way he moves that reminds her of students who hadn’t yet learned to fear the right things. That kind of energy had its uses… sometimes. Acanthus earns more than a glance. A nod of comradery this time:“I remember you.” she says, voice level, her expression softening by a degree. “Floor 29 raid. You were in my squad. Clean work.” There’s the faintest trace of wryness in her v
  20. You've made a grave mistake. “Told you.” Mari was beginning to get feeling back in her body. Lancaster had lost all the lustre he normally extruded. Right now he was near silent. His voice was hoarse. Booming with a dark commanding tone. Mari tried to reach for her syringes - she was angry. So angry at the man. He mentioned her daughter. He said he took joy in her death…. That…that was unforgivable. He talked about her as if she were nothing more than property. This unsavory sort. It was the kind that Oscar and Beat would hunt. The kind Mari promised to take care of- to help alleviat
  21. Mari had just begun her trek back down after leaving Freyd's house. She could count the number of people who were on her friends list...who could message her on her hands. With the people who were missing..on a single hand. So she had to stop, in surprise - when she saw the little message notification pop up. "Huh?" Who would be messaging her? Macradon and Baldur were busy preparing for the frontlines...and she had just said goodbye to Freyd. Raidou? No, he wasn't the type to reach out. "Yuki?" Mari asked quizzically as she read over the message once, then twice. Trying to make sense of i
  22. The forest filled with an excitable tone that was a lot more, upbeat and reinvigorated. A thrumming and the cover of hers came off. Revealing a dress of gold that painted her into a creature too perfect for this world. Rings of flame twist and mold into each and every shade imaginable, breathing the forest to life in a way that it had never seen. Lancaster was grin ear to ear, his hands clutched in fists as he could feel and immerse himself in her desires. That cigar held strong, another dash of whiskey and the man couldn't help but whistle and add some to the flame. A ripe magnificence, her f
  23. Leading her to the table, he has never gone anywhere without that robe. It was the first masterpiece that she had ever made. That crimson fabric took her forever to find, yet he manages to have a strand of it. His robe didn't look damage in any way, shape or form. Unless he found where she was stashing the remainder fabric cut from the same cloth. As they link hands and he drapes one side over her wrist, Eruda's eyes widen. Was he doing what she thought he was doing... -oh my god-. In a time when I was lost, I found you. He folds it against her wrist, her heart was beating a million
  24. "Non muovere un dito!" After picking up the violin Mari paused, letting the bow rest below his chin, she once again lifted it up so that he could face her. “Ahh.” She droned. Smiling. “Good boy. bravo ragazzo.” link The next song was much more…energetic. Mari loved the violin, but she wasn’t the most graceful, so some of her movements were stilted as she moved around the makeshift ‘stage area’ She had to focus on her breathing…her singing… the instrumental interlude swelled and thats when she started to sing Ever on and on I continue circling
  25. Scrolling through the LFG posts was something of a guilty pleasure for Acanthus. There were scores of posts from mid- to low-level players, with tone ranging from begging to entitlement. “I need this quest item!” or the evergreen, “Can anyone help me with this field boss?” Most of those posts were followed by listing gear that would barely pass a large boar, let alone the Ripper of Glyndbourne. She watched these posts populate and wither in the forum with a detached sense of schadenfreude. They deserve to languish in the middle floors. They have not put in the time to grow as you have. If
  26. Quantity | Item Name | Roll ID# | Description Message me on Discord to get access to the Google Sheet https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/10K0hfGLEF-o9iZ4wCBBNzWDuMUom882KHvP9Dy-MMZk/edit?usp=sharing
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