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Another quick shot caused the second boarlet to explode, the arrow clattering off a nearby tree and angling back into the third and final of her opponents. This time, however, she wasn’t fast enough to dodge out of the way of the creature as it came colliding into the side of her form, throwing her to the ground and leaving her scuttling back as she tried to regain her footing. Health! She glanced upwards and checked on her health bar, confirming that she was – for the moment – okay. Still, she could feel a shiver pass through her as she saw the drop, significant to her in the current mom

a sequel They expected Morningstar would come. The precautions Uso-Tsuki had put in place to stop him were, in truth, only meant to slow him down. The inner council--the very best of Uso-Tsuki's assassins--were mere pawns that drove his goal to fruition. It was a suicide mission for all but himself. He traded the lives of his followers for that of his old friend and leader, and when all was said and done, he would take his rightful place on the chieftain's throne. Marsonia was nearly his. The Chief's quarters were just down the hall. There were no guards stationed outside,

The second Freyd's voice came to light, the bow went down. "For this to make sense I have to start from the beginning," turning, placing the weapon back on the wall mount. Walking to the kitchen to grab coffee, she would need it. The room itself may have looked like Sam was going crazy but it was very much the opposite. Grabbing another mug from the cabinet, she was unsure if Freyd drank coffee. It was not something that Sam ever payed attention to, it was time to start though. Leaving the glass on the counter then glancing to the man, signaling that it was there if he wanted it. Sitting on th

The first of the boars exploded as the small arrow impaled itself into, and through, the boarlet’s form. Aoi watched in amazement as the small arrow ricocheted off a nearby stone, bounding back and impaling itself into the second boarlet as the creature rushed forwards in an attempt to impale her. Through sheer luck in the moment, she was able to side step the assault and watch as it faltered a small distance away, the damage done to it leaving it barely able to remain on its hooves. Well, this is…easier. Aoi found herself struck by the ease of the combat, thinking back on how difficult i

Alinta wasn’t wearing what one would normally expect in Aincrad - she didn’t don fancy armour - gauntlets or pauldrons. No, instead, she wore something far, far more simple. Reminiscent of her time outside the confines of the game, granted - it was a little too ‘casual’ for her liking. It missed spikes, it missed leather but for now, it’d do. After all - the town had slim pickings when it came to fashion. Worse still…when that fashion wasn’t fantasy based. The redheaded woman sighed, walking tall and proud through the streets. They were emptier than u

Routine was the enemy of adaptability. It was a comfortable trap, one that beckoned you in with honeyed words and kept you safe and insulated from the outside world. Incredibly easy to fall victim to and Oscar found himself inadvertently swaddled in its warm embrace. Wake up, cook for the orphans, go home. Unto infinity. The days would blend together. The city streets would fuse into an amalgam of rough cobblestone set upon a beige void. His shop, with its black and white checkers and the bright red seats would become the only novelty in that ocean of drab. But life also came in phases. R

He shook his head. "I figure it's because I've already done the quest. There's not much translating required if you can piece it back together." "Or maybe I did try learning Spanish and I just can't remember." Pollux's eventual translation led to their completion of the quest. "You keep the tablet. I think I still have one from ages ago," he said, not bothering to stifle through his messy inventory to confirm. It seemed to him like the type of item worth keeping (because eventually he'd do the questline! eventually!). In keeping with his promise, Morningstar would pay for lunch.

Another wave as she passed by the guard, her pleasant and charming smile plastered on her face before she moved out of sight and allowed it to fall to her natural, soft expression. She’d been told before that it was adorable, in a way – though Aoi had no idea what the individuals had meant by adorable. She’d assumed that it was simply a way of saying she didn’t look entirely like a bitch, but also didn’t appear approachable. The boarlets had been easy to find. Small, grunting forms that grouped together in the nearby fields closest to the walls of the town itself. Aoi had spent a few mome

The path to the blacksmith was, in all truth and telling, short and simple. Aoi had passed it numerous times during her original search for the alchemist, the building standing out against those surrounding it due to its defined smithing area. Smoke bellowed out from the work area, and although it seemed thicker than the smoke within the alchemist’s shop, Aoi found it less blinding and overpowering compared to where she had been previously. ’Excuse me, I’m looking for Lyle the blacksmith?’ She called out as she entered the area, her voice lilting with a pleasant tone – or at least what sh

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As the flower once again broke within her grasp, a new notification appeared at the corner of Aoi’s vision. She glanced towards it, her expression turning in surprise as she saw the direction to return to the alchemist. Pushing herself to her feet, she glanced back towards where the flower had drifted to the ground, knowing that she hadn’t completed the task she’d been sent to handle at all. Sighing to herself, she spun on the spot and made her way back towards the town. If the quest directed her to return, there was no point in continuing on the path of failure that she had followed thu

✙ QUEST TRACKER ✙

✙ T H R E A D S ✙ [PP -F01] Hehe...I'm In Danger Alinta runs into a devilishly handsome man named Oscar, who scares away some roughians and feeds her some thick and robust sausage.

✙S T O R A G E ✙ Starter Package Set E [Black Cross Earring] +2 LD 3 Healing Potions (+50HP) 2,000 Col 10 Materials

✙ S K I L L S ✙ -NONE-

✙ F R I E N D S H I P S ✙ friendships here

The flowers seemed to break apart in her grasp as she reached for the first one. The red and golden hues drifted slightly, before becoming a kaleidoscope of colours upon the air, and eventually disappearing into nothingness and leaving Aoi confused about her lack of progress. She’d known, expected even, that collecting items wouldn’t be the easiest of tasks – most games made it a task within a task to do such collection runs, and Aoi wasn’t surprised that this one made it difficult in its own way – however she could feel herself becoming somewhat frustrated at her entire lack of success.

NAME Alinta Ombra AGE 22 - 24 GENDER Female HEIGHT 155cm WEIGHT 60kg BIRTHDAY 31st October ORIGIN Ontario ALT CHARACTERS -Mari ✙ A L I N T A ✙ has family issues listens to my chemical romance has several fan fictions on wattpad. HISTORY Alinta Ombre - formerly known as Raven Ebonheart - formerly known as Rachel Crest - Alinta w

They were making much quicker work of this thing than anticipated. Either these things were no match for the combined might of the frontliners, or they had somehow lucked out with their choice of skills for this battle. Within the few moments they had been fighting against this strange, metallic knight, it had been a slug fest for them. Its body shimmered and twitched, its 'muscles' straining against every stunning effect they threw at it. Never even got the opportunity to land an attack on them... probably for the better. Within that moment, while the Spectral Knight collapsed to the gr

Skill(s) Being Dropped: R5 throwing weapon Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Stamina, Precision, Focus, ST-Shift SP Incurred Towards Limit: 30 SP Refunded: 30 (Skill) + 10 (Mods/Addons) + 10 (Combat Shift) = 50 SP Cost: 50*1000 = 50,000 COL

Don’t lose your way in your mind We have to be as one Don’t be afraid my sweetheart This is the way to be more strong Mari had yet to properly talk to either Macradon or Baldur - her return had been a whirlwind of emotion and as such…she wasn’t fully able to take a moment to breathe, and to explain everything to them…fully. Mari wanted to get the chance to talk to each of them. Individually, or together. It didn’t matter to her, what did matter..was that they were owed answers. Two years…was a very long time. To be gone from friends, from those who needed her - from what l