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The placated whirring of gears as his equipment would continue to drill and concentrate the contents of all that it would lap up. Evidently with a final escape of steam from both sides, the mechanical spider would pop a tiny glass tube out the top and he'd take it before shoving back into his wrist bound condenser. The woman offered her name, causing a brief pause of his fingers as he spun the dials. What was this? Trust? Misguided comradery? Such the trivial slinging of expectation and interpretation on one another, a confederacy of hoping to connect with everyone they met. Led by emotion and

Samantha was nervous. She had suddenly been launched into the next tier of levels and with that came the responsibility of allocating all her new skill points. With the tutelage of the much more experienced players like Morningstar and, the newest member of the trackers alliance who's name she could not pronounce if she tried, Zajcica. If she remembered correctly though, the pink haired knight had said that her name was Yuki? A Japanese name that she was probably missing mispronouncing. Now on floor five, Firefly walked quietly to the meet up spot laid out by her new guild-mate. At least

“Mari.” Came her quiet response as she watched him work. “I’m Mari.” She’d probably never know his name - with him being mute and all, but she’d be remiss if she didn’t at least tell him her own name. Cautious eyes watched the man to see if the admission sparked any sort of reaction. But there was none. Of course - she was only guessing the doctor was a man - partly due to his tall stature, but everything else about him was an enigma. Mari had planned to leave him to his own devices, but - they had already passed the void - and there was no sign of her former companion. She found a s

How many times did she have to teach the mutated land shark this lesson? This quest monster had seen the best of the pink paladin, more-so than any other mob in the entire game. Half time it had felt like she spent more time in this sandy waste than she had with Crozeph. In any case, Yuki would sit quietly near the quest giver in Fortaleza the meet-up spot she had set for the group. She had done her usual of inviting any random players to join her on a quest that boasted no difficulty for tag along players so long as she could keep aggro on the boss. Of course the boss she had to relentle

The simple jaunt to a glowing pool. Creatures of many continue to slide in from every hole and rock they could clamber themselves out of, dying readily as they'd evaporate as the contagion set in. It worked, but again its longevity and efficiency left much to be desired. Something that only lasted a few hours and worked in a radius was borderline useless for the primary dispersal. The experience pings he received from the ones that were brazen enough to move for him confirmed the effect, now it just needed a slower death period and better yet transfer medium. 'Stink spray', oh how a wonderfull

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# SEARCHING ARMORY 244779 CD2 -> Four Skyrat Marines Discovered

# SEARCHING ARMORY 244778 CD8 -> Plague-Fever -1 DOTE -> No DMG taken.

# SEARCHING LIVING QUARTERS 244777 CD3 -> Four Skyrat Marines discovered. Free Action | Disguise -> Bypass the marines.

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The mountains were not as they seemed. At the peak of one in particular, Morningstar glimpsed a pair of cloaked figures working--carrying boxes, or something of the sort, downstairs. The base was well camouflaged. He didn't think he would have noticed it if the ship was taking him straight to it. It drove low, parking next to an unattended slope. He expected it to leave as he dismounted, but the skiff continued to float there, engine running. Where ever they were, the system expected him to come back alive. The slope, he discovered, led to directly into a dormitory. There was a large, dir

There was a strong silence between the two. Mari pressed skin against his blade - just enough so the smallest trickle of red crystalline data fell. She wasn’t afraid. Confused. But not afraid. The weight of the floor bore down on her though, bringing the sins of her past to the forefront of her mind. The tantalizing array of concoctions, the confusion. Mari forced her eyes closed and had to remind herself to breathe. Slowly. Else it’d swallow her up. Once she opened her eyes again she noticed movement - vials strung along his torso. And her curiosity peaked again. Just what was he doing?

His vision faltered, hazy, unable to make out any of the faces around him. His ears rang. His head hurt. He shut his eyes to escape the ache. He reawoke some place else. A gentle breeze tugged him to consciousness, and everything was clear again. He drifted through an overcast sky on a skiff he didn't recognize. There was no one else aboard, players or otherwise. It was quiet--peaceful even. A low rumble came from the engine, but he was far from the busyness of the city now and the hilly outskirts of Floor 26 were largely uninhabited. He looked over the ship's edge. At such a large

Arm held aloft with a hand that damn near made the girls wrist disappear, the knife kept itself pressed against her throat as he'd reach into his rag cover. On an belt, a number of vials and sprays much like a bandolier strung across his waist. A simple bottle with an opaque grey liquid that swirled inside, slid out of its loop as he'd release her wrist. Pressing his index into the top nozzle, he'd start to spray a mist of the stuff onto her skin. An unorthodox recreation of immolation potions and all manner of chemical created a precursor to the final goal, one that he'd hope to perfect one d

The strange contraption spluttered - and with a small puff of acrid smoke which caused Mari to cough several times it had managed to fold itself up into something that one could easily carry. The curiosity grew. There was no way to hide it. Mari was entranced by the device. The doctor - ever silent he quietly worked. It was clear she had many questions. How did it work? Was he going to separate all of that down? “Like a centrifuge…?” She mused to herself. He didn’t answer her. The man packed his things and made to walk away. Their conversation finished there. Mari was going to let him be

The prattling on an on began to fizzle, and with it breathed an obvious interest in his display. A tilt of his head off to one side like a hound, this girl was definitely an odd one. It actually would dig at his pride and self worth, albeit briefly to feel acknowledged. It had been a long time since a chalkboard, a classroom with eyes that matched hers for that brief moment. It was a muddied expression, given her clamp to that weapon of hers hardly went by unnoticed. Blades at the ready, in there spring loaded sheathe beneath his sleeves. Pushing hard causes that device to fold back, and his s

The other player didn’t talk. Mari felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick up- fear? Odd. She hadn’t feared anything in a long time. Not death. Not Prison. Not the blade of another plunged deep into her heart. One hand wrapped tightly around her spear - lest the other player attempt to push her into the river. She wasn’t going to be that easy of a mark. Mari pulled her hand back away from the Stygian River, and silently watched him work. Was he another alchemist? Her eyes shifted to the strange almost steampunk like device as it chugged and turned. Spitting out a small vial fil

The screech of leather would find itself bested, as the machine on his arm stopped being the only thing creating noise. That long beak conveyed an abrupt turn, sharp and ready to pounce. A knife glimmers as it slides out of its right sleeve, finding its sight locked immediately to a sharp contrast of bright orange hair that sprung cleanly from the black. A battle the thing did not want, was not prepared for this time. Yet instead of blades and blood, it instead began to speak... friendly. Yet could be a trick. That notion dismissed the moment the girl chose to disarm herself, and silently Vitr

Floor 10… For such a long time, this place was home to Mari. She revelled in the darkness. Navigating the floor with ease compared to others, at the time being one of the few people who had invested in Night Vision. It bought back some bitter memories. A time where she had made a canocopy of potions and cocktails - ones that dull the senses. Uppers, Downers, ones that drew your deepest desires to light… Why did she do all that again? Did she find some kind of enjoyment from it? …Maybe. Mari did have a fascination with experimenting on and with things. Back then, she had fallen s

The nigh silent outcry of liquid in motion, like rain from a gutter that whispers as it pours. Rough and jagged walls glisten in a bold crimson as the scent of copper fills the air. A facet of a much larger birth, one of malice and decay. The stench, the ripeness, the color. Who in their right mind would ever step foot here? A long bill that protrudes from brackish silhouette, unbothered by the gore or what it stood for. Emerald colored lenses hung just above, a sickly light that broke the void. A small basin to where the river had offered its bounty, a long ragged looking coat opens to reveal

PH <<Assist System Engaged>> Level: 34 Paragon: 40 Tier: 4 True Tier: 9 Final EXP Reward: +20% Activated: True Light Lantern: +1 ACC, +1 LD (Party) Paragon (10): +1 LD while Looting/Searching Guild Rank 3: +3% Final EXP reward Consumed: Bottomless Tea Wares (Gungir's - EVA 2 | VIT 2 [Feast - 152493]) {RAIDOU} [4/6] Loaves of Measureless Bread (Gungir's/Mitigation 3, Overhealth 1 [Feast - 205490]) {GRISWOLD} [4/6] 5-Star Ceaseless Beef Wellington (Gungir's - PROT 2 | EVA 2 [Feast - 205488]) {GAIUS} [1/6] {Filled PROTEIN} Titan's Strength