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"The head of the guild thinks rather highly of you, and the fact is. I respect it." Bold. Stupidly bold, though half a truth was wiser in its own right. Mari might lap up this sort of spreadable schmooze Hollandaise. Freyd remained firmly unmoved, and was actually more of a mustard man. Maybe he and the King in Yellow held more in common than originally thought? "I could prattle on and on about all the little details, but given how much you are feared amore. I would imagine, there is a reason for this. I will not waste your time" Too late… "He's trying." Mari interjected,

ph [waiting on approvals] *** Enigmata | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 4 | MIT:46 | ACC:4 | THORNS: 53 | BLD: 12 | PARA

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Forced to find the last of her spilled goods by lantern light, the weary elder forager wiped the sweat from her overworn brow, wondering how long everything would hurt. She also still had to get home. Ambling quietly through the gathering darkness as the forest's evening noises came to life, she knew the way well enough by now to travel it with her eyes closed. Still slightly dazed from her earlier fall, the woman paused and leaned against a friendly boulder, the first full hints of yellow-purple bruising finding their place on her forehead. Vision blurring, she knew it best and wisest to

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Abellio was back for round two. It almost felt like a grudge match after the last time. True, he still had Oscar there to take all the hits, but he wasn’t going to be sitting on the sidelines either. He was bouncing off of his heels as he always did. And to anyone else, it would look like his normal excitement. But he was fucking terrified. Abellio was throwing himself into the deep end. Forcing himself to face the fears that he’d never once vocalized to anyone else. This thing had almost killed him. Coming back here to fight it made about as much sense as jumping in front of a car a

Floor 21. These two were going to be the literal death of her. Floor Five was bad enough but FLOOR 21??? Lydia tried her best to appear unbothered by the development. After all, they were moving in a group. And she’d seen what Oscar could do. He took the helm, leading them through the subterranean caverns. Occasionally, the odd spider would drop down from above them. Only, they didn’t seem drawn to any of the low levels. They skittered straight towards Oscar who would dispatch them with a powerful punt that both broke the sound barrier and sent the creature sailing off into the

Moving with twilight's grace towards higher ground, its form filled in further. Tenebrous wisps wrought themselves into long, sinuous limbs sustaining its gliding gait as it gained momentum with every step. Gravity's pull still little hold on its lacking proto-essence, firming into something still trying to define itself. Silkily sliding up the monumental face of a god long dead, one might have mistaken its fluid movement for a tear unshed, left clinging to its left eye's edge, propped like a gummy arachnid between the statue's weathered features. Flipping open the base of the compass,

By the time Giovanna crawled back up onto her knees, muddied and bruised, she cursed at seeing the contents of her gathering apron strewn all over the hillside slope. Head bumped, a future goose-egg laid upon her brow by illness of fortune and the spawn of casual misadventure. "Where did that...?" Expecting to find a gnarled tree root or subtly hidden stump, her wrinkled face could only scrunch inward as she glanced upon a heft broken branch perfectly placed to precipitate her fall. Recovering her daily catch, cursing unbefitting a woman of her advanced age caused the foliage to recoil

The old woman muttered to herself as she sifted quietly through the thinning underbrush of the upper foothills nearest the Monument of Grath. One of the pesky plague of Spectral Knights had spawned near here, players and mobs alike trampling her untended crops with brazen disregard during her forced absence. The gleaming glass monstrosities had vanished as suddenly as they'd appeared, trounced back into oblivion by raucous mobs of angry players. Digital figments fought each other once against 'til broken fragments filled the sky with shimmering clouds of lost dreams. When the last of the m

Name: Lost Threnody Crafting ID: 213295 Item Type: Weapon (Curved Sword) Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: BLD II |PARA I Description: A black steel dadao, its hilt wrapped in interwoven charcoal and deepest crimson silks. The blade offers no reflections. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/39174-f21-r8-blacksmith-the-knight-shift-open/?do=findComment&comment=673348 Name: Spite's Reveal Crafting ID: 232216 Item Type: Armor (Heavy) Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: THORNS II | MIT I Description: A simple thin sword with a basic hilt wrapped in a soft pink

ph *** Slaughtering Mobs (R5 Weapon Skill) | ID 248187 | LD 3+5=8 Running total: 79+8=87

ph *** Slaughtering Mobs (R5 Weapon Skill) | ID 248186 | LD 6+5=11 Running total: 68+11=79

ph *** Repair Equipment (R9 Blacksmith) | ID 248185 | LD 20+9=29 Running total: 39+29=68