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Date: Three days after Kayaba's announcement. Despite the many players that were in the same boat as her, Tauropolos was left feeling completely alone. None of her friends were interested enough in full-dive to spend money on the NerveGear and now she herself was wishing she had the same motivation they did. Trapped in a game of death with no familiar faces and only a few skills to boast about. The gamers amongst her were probably veterans to MMOs while she was simply an archer and tailor. How was that supposed to help her in a game called SWORD Art Online? Over the past three days A

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The sight of a new abomination tore another curse from Lessa's rain-slicked lips, but it was lost to the thunder that crackled overhead. "This floor is insane," she managed, once the ominous rolling finally finished. She loved storms, and thunder had always been among her favorite sounds, but she simply wasn't a fan of it when it was produced by Floor Twenty Nine. An involuntary shiver ran through her, and this one had nothing to do with the chill in the air or the rain seeping through the cracks in her armor. If there was any silver lining to be found, it was that she stood surrounded by

Like so many men before him, Freyd was snared and tugged along in the wake of feminine hijinks. At least, thanks to Elora, he'd finally learned to just go with it, rather than bashing his helmetless head against fate. in this case, literally. Of course it was Nisa. It was always Nisa, everytime things went especially weird. Groaning internally, eyes dulled and looking nowhere in the way guys get when beset by female natter on all sides, he soon swapped his rod for his sword. Ironic, considering some would accuse him of just having surrendered his balls. Wisdom and wife taught compromise,

Hands now completely stop playing, as just eyes turn to the familiar voice. Freyd's... Head turns to see the aged man wondering this way. Pupils widen as the old rusted building was no longer what it was. "What the..." getting to her feet now. Backing up to get a better look. Without a second glance at the man being awed by what was missed, "Please call me Rose." Rubbing her eyes with the one free hand she had. After realizing that this was real, glancing at the old fella with the caps voice. "Aging doesn't look good on you, you should figure out how to undo it," saying with a small unintentio

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The insistent chattering birds and rhythmic plucking of a stringed instrument worked wonders to ruin the tranquility of the forest. A jaded old warrior and a girl seeming to no longer be suction cupped to whatever hole she'd like to bury herself in for once. "Could you all pipe it down?" an oddly younger sounding tone that worked to muddy her identity even more then the normal more mature one. "I'm sure I got a pot and pan if you wanna make it official." she'd meander past the duo and slide up the ruins staircase causing her white hair to pool past in its length that damn near went to her knee

"Seriously?" Greyed brow rose with mixed confusion and consternation. No one came to this floor. Ever. Except if they were after that puma thing, but that was way on the other edge of the castle. Only esoteric foragers ever came this way, and they'd all been scared off by Cardinal's latest broadcast. The inns were full to overflowing, everyone seeking shelter or drowning their sorrows thanks to that glitched quest on twenty nine. As soon as the masses figured that one out there were hardly any players left sober across all of Aincrad, save a few stoically stubborn souls like himself

Sitting there against the old cracked up building, there was something about it but was unable to place her finger on it. Sounds of a water fall, visually it was beautiful and very loud. There was something relaxing about it though, helped keep concentration on her new found focus. A base guitar, it seemed beat up in more ways that one. Legs crossed half in front of her as she played a tune that she was very familiar with. One that would be on repeat, blasting while she gamed her eyes out back in the day. Sam wasn't very good at playing it but anyone who new the song would get the gist of it,

The dew strewn crevice a glittering stone, white wall and roaring with bleeding waves. A large hexagonal room that has since fallen silent. Where many like it would be lit and known, this had fallen black and forgotten. Just outside, the pyre lay dormant and cold. None knew of this place, and even fewer had the gull to seek it out. The wave of a wand to forget, and the cast of a conductor to make it remain. Trapped. Empty. But as time would tell, all things are subject to change. The wind itself seemed to carry this lesson so readily. As it roared so too did the thick and muggy trees of t

ph *** Jeeves consumes: [DMG BUFF HERE] Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (3/6) - 1 portion Flavoured Yogurt Shot (snack) | T4 Perfect Snack | Probiotics 3 | combined [217728 + 227664] = Lesser Feast (1/4) - 1 portion [stat line here]

ph *** Ren consumes: [DMG BUFF HERE] Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (4/6) - 1 portion Flavoured Yogurt Shot (snack) | T4 Perfect Snack | Probiotics 3 | combined [217728 + 227664] = Lesser Feast (2/4) - 1 portion [stat line here]

ph *** Foyle consumes: [DMG BUFF HERE] Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (5/6) - 1 portion Flavoured Yogurt Shot (snack) | T4 Perfect Snack | Probiotics 3 | combined [217728 + 227664] = Lesser Feast (3/4) - 1 portion [stat line here]

ph *** Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) and CSA (Beckon the Void) are in use. If any other player objects to these, please state in first post and it will be considered inactive. Freyd consumes: Elixir of Wrath (Potion) | Tierless Perfect | Damage 3 | 195537b [Draught of Safeguard] - T4 Perfect Potion | Mitigation 3 | 218110 Freyd consumes and shares: Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (6/6) + ACC filled Flavoured Yogurt Shot (snack) | T4 Perfect Snack | Probiotics 3 | combined [217728 +

Tauropolos Alexis Wolfe; 25(F) 5’3; 105lbs; Lithe; Blonde(w/green highlights) Alexis Wolfe was born in America to a struggling family in a small town. It wasn’t long until her father was out of the picture leaving her in the custody of just her mother. She was too young at the time to really understand what had happened to her father and her mother wasn’t very keen on talking about it. Alexis didn’t want to be a burden on her mother so she opted to not press her on the subject. That didn’t hold her back though. Early in life, Alexis picked up many hobbies to distract herself from

Another head cocking moment. As Hanami followed the rolling stones that made up the little golem she was familiar with, the dragon came across a strange creature that emanated an aura of... nuttiness. All tentacles and suction cups the thing was holding on to a piece of Borris as it seemed to be floating in the air towards a reflective ghost like being. She felt her own tug towards the thing, as if it's purpose was to pull her in and make her apart of it. She shook her head, that wouldn't be nice at all. If she was a part of the mirror thing then she wouldn't be able to nap in the sun. Looking

"Hey Acanthus, sorry to ask, but would you message your friend Argent and tell him I found you? He's been blowing up my inbox and I couldn't respond while fighting." “Argent?” So he *hadn’t* trusted her to find a party. She bit her lip in frustration, trying to tamp down her annoyance. Argent was only trying to help, and after saving her once, Acanthus begrudgingly owed him. Stiffly, she opened her messages and sent a quick confirmation. <<Argent. Made it here. I found a party. Baldur sends his regards.>> Acanthus thought better of expressing her anger through the me

Klepto frolic in full bloom, Reliq was all set to keep bounding about when his new pet rock suddenly jerked as if it had gotten lodged in thick air. Confused, eyes bulging and blinking at the oddity, tiny tentacles yanking ineffectively against whatever magnetic force countered their efforts. Something was calling the stone another direction. Something powerful. At first he thought it might be the weird flying fluffy thing with its own rock collection heading his way. Maybe they wanted to compare shinies? But, no. This was something different... shinier... and infinitely more sinister. F

"Indeed," Wulfrin nodded in agreement. "We still haven't checked that living room yet. I'll take point." Wulfrin did just that and led the duo back towards the living room just off the entrance hall. The room had only afforded a cursory glance when they first entered, but with their newfound information, everything needed to be under intense scrutiny. Shadows danced around the living room as a fire roared within the hearth. Firewood was stacked nearby, but served little more than a decorative bit of immersion. Wulfrin knew that fuel wasn't necessary in Aincrad, hell his own forge never on

As Darkness descended over sections of the square, and more and more players escaped, the voids in the player's phalanx began be exploited, and the inky, wet forces of the deep slipped through, attacking the backs of players that were queuing for the teleport plaza. <<Kumamon>> heard the calls for retreat and pushed his way towards the teleport plaza. As a scout, he came prepared with teleport crystals, but he hadn't been expecting a brawl in what should have been another safe zone. He was expecting the normal party, exploring a fresh new city, interrogating new NPCs to try an

"Well that's new." Baldur remarked as one of the player familiars took a glass shard and suddenly turned into another of these boss monsters. "We definitely need to let others know about that... I guess it makes sense there's no NPCs on this floor." Freyd as his familiar dove into the attack without hesitation, though Freyd called out concerned over his familiar, they had a powerful 1-2 punch. Not to be outdone, Baldur threw himself at the Spectral Knight. "It has the ability to apply a bunch of DoT attacks to a huge area, so just be careful of that!" As Baldur drew his sword, t

Mixed feelings met the sound of Acanthus' voice as she rounded the corner to join them. Last he'd seen the woman, she'd fled the chaos of their arrival on this accursed floor by running recklessly into its wilds. Trust had been an early casualty in the shock of their arrival. No safe zone. No NPCs. Hordes of horrific mobs led by eldritch champions besieging them from the outset and twisted whispers that messed with the mind in every stinking, miasmic vapour. Doubts and skepticism were nagging, at the best of times. And now another mysterious threat. “And I thought I was prone to un

"Okay, sorry, I'm back!" The shout carried through the fog, and was followed seconds later by a bedraggled Lessa. Her cheeks were flushed crimson with exertion, and framed by the tendrils of blonde hair that were plastered by the never-ending rain. Mud climbed Lessa’s boots, splattered as high as her armored thighs, and caked the hem of her cape. She’d limited herself to only half a dozen complaints about the abysmal conditions, so as not to bring down morale, but another danced just on the tip of her tongue as she slowed to a stop beside Jomei. “Got distracted by a-” Octopus? Tentacle monster