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"Still sorta talking in riddles, eh? Yeah. Guess I can't really criticize on that count." Attention turned to new accoutrements as she flashed lobe bring his way, her armor and stature already impressing. "I suppose I'm glad you've found wind for your wings." Freyd's face scrunched up, still struggling to figure out why his own nature still fought so hard to accept this woman's claims, despite lifetimes of other memories proving them true. Perhaps because it was his own nature to mistrust; to poke and prod at every little detail he encountered until something curious broke free from the

The blade pulsed with light like a firefly's heartbeat, or so how she understood it. Samantha fell backwards on to her bed as she attempted to make some distance. Time seemed to slow to crawl as the blade moved through air towards her. The voice of the first demon rang in her ears. "̶͓̰͎͇̙̊̐̾̚Ť̶̪h̵̡͎͉̰̲̀̓e̵̡̧̧̼͎̋͋͝r̷̦̻̽ͅĕ̵̺̬̝̑̈́̄͂ͅ ̵̮̆a̸̜̗̫̼͂ŗ̵̖̜̲̈́̈͒̏̾ͅę̴̩̲̳̖͊̋̌̏ ̴͕͎̦̓̑͌s̵̤̳̫̎̌͠ơ̸̢̟̇̌̃͘m̸̨͍͓̤̞͊̉̍̑̂ȩ̴͖͍̼̚t̵̡͔͔̫̿̆́̓ͅẖ̴̍i̵̗͔̝̍̔̎͊n̶̛͖̬̘̎̔̕͝g̴͈̃̌̓͒̈́s̷͙͙̆ ̵̛͙̱͇͎̋̄i̸͖͎̰̗͉̔͛̎ṅ̸̬̦͛̕ ̷̡̤͍̫̦̅̈́́͝ṭ̵͍͚̎̆̄̉h̷̡̹͐ị̷́͠s̴̭͖̾̂͠ ̷̠͚͚̥̈̄̀͋͠l̸̡̛̦̤̘͒̄̊͘í̵͎̕f̴̼͌̋͋̉͠ę̶̦͉̀̎͂̒͘͜ ̸͙̪̫͉͖͐͐̂͆y̵̡̳̎ö̴̹͇͔ǔ̵̊͝

The bubbling brimstone and horrid acrid scent allotted very little in the way of comfort, giving both of them an oppressive assault to the senses. Yet neither seemed to wilt under it. In gilded armor she'd walk shoulder to shoulder with the man, almost to the same height in this state. She'd started really unfurling her wings and becoming quite readily much more active, given her bonds had loosened so much that it had become almost blind to her. A trick in borrowing aspects to create a facsimile, that bluffed her into being accepted. "Quite funny, that out of desperation we choose to accept in

"Mom?" The girl asked in horror. If this was anything like the trials before... Was the game really asking her to kill the memory of her own mother? The woman spoke, mocking the voice of her mother as Samantha was dreading would happen after the last demon copied Morningstar's voice. "Samantha." Her words flowed as soft and caring as she remembered. "You've been gone for so long, I've missed hearing your lovely voice." Honestly, she was speechless. Not only from the stunned feeling of hearing her mothers voice but also wishing to deny this thing the pleasure(?) of hearing it. "Y-You'

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7/27/25 (Crafting Respite: 248176-1, Ambition: 180855, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248458 CD: 7 LD: 15 Uncommon (2) 9 (+6 Ambition) 2 248459 CD: 4 LD: 9

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Felt. I can't even count the number of times I must have taken down this mob, or its alternate. It was practically a favorite pastime, for a while." Floor four had long felt familiar and welcoming to him, though Freyd couldn't say why. Maybe it was the harsh serenity of the place that appealed, or the fact that his friend Haine had her home here too. "I thought long and hard about making my home here, once, but was surprised by how many others already do. Something about this level seems to attract people, like a warm cozy hearth in a storm." Peering through shadow revealed the location

ph *** Foraging | ID 248455 | LD 20+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 160/300 (Rank 3) 12 Mats collected.

ph *** Foraging | ID 248454 | LD 20+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 144/150 (Rank 2) 10 Mats collected.

ph *** Foraging | ID 248453 | LD 20+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 128/150 (Rank 2) 8 Mats collected.

ph *** Foraging | ID 248452 | LD 20+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 112/150 (Rank 2) 6 Mats collected.

ph *** Foraging | ID 248451 | LD 20+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 96/150 (Rank 2) 4 Mats collected.

ph *** Foraging | ID 248450 | LD 20+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 80/150 (Rank 2) 2 Mats collected.

ph *** GUILD RANK 5 (+5% col, +5% EXP) Objective complete: Talk to Evangeline Freyd | HP: 1340/1340 | EN: 170/170 | DMG: 20 | ACC:5 | AA | EVA:1 | LD: 29 | CD: 12 | PROSP:3 | QTY: 2

"Felt. I can't even count the number of times I must have taken down this mob, or its alternate. It was practically a favorite pastime, for a while." Floor four had long felt familiar and welcoming to him, though Freyd couldn't say why. Maybe it was the harsh serenity of the place that appealed, or the fact that his friend Haine had her home here too. "I thought long and hard about making my home here, once, but was surprised by how many others already do. Something about this level seems to attract people, like a warm cozy hearth in a storm." Peering through shadow revealed the locatio

ph Well Rested - -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat 2/3 remain Post Action -> AOE-I vs Phoenix -14 EN ID: 248448 | BD: 4+4=8-2=6=HIT 15x15=225-50=175 Damage Lysette | HP: 450/450 | EN: 48/62 | DMG: 27 | ACC:7 | EVA:4 | PARA | LD:1 Abellio | HP: 590/590 | EN: 69/84 | DMG: 27 | MIT:61 | ACC:5 | BH:30 | BLD: 24 | PARA Oscar | HP: 970/970 | EN: 94/122 | DMG: 20 | MIT:91 | ACC:3 |

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Lydia didn't like it. The only thing that kept her from turning and bolting - while dragging Abellio along kicking and screaming - was the frustrating fact that Oscar was completely at ease. That and the fact that the woman had not, as of yet, tried to stick a dagger between anyone's ribs. Still, she didn't try to make friends. And she would have her questions answered once they were not in mixed company. Every time she thought that she had Oscar's measure, he wound up surprising her. Normally, that was a good thing. Now? She didn't know. But what she did know was that she was brought her

Oscar ripped himself out of his unconscious darkness. Like ripping off a band aid. It was sudden, jarring, overwhelming. The sun was too bright. The smell and taste of the salt air turned his stomach. The sound of waves, of gulls, thundered in his ears. He felt himself floating, rising and falling like a buoy as he laid outstretched upon the surface of the ocean. His head pounded, the taste of bile searing in his throat. He could recall nothing of how he got here. Not that he had the ability to make that synaptic connect in the first place. His body contradicted itself. Ached, but re

Oscar reaffirmed that she wouldn't die. "You know..." Mari began as she pulled the scarf completely off her neck. "A few years ago, I'd have said I don't care if I did - but now?" Mari's scarf disappeared into her inventory. "Now, I have people to live for. Things I care about." She said as she fiddled with the ring on her finger. Mari didn't go further, Oscar already knew where her mentality was at a few years ago - and there was no using in beating a dead horse. "Do you know anyone who has attempted it recently?" Mari asked. Freyd seemed to be under the impression it'd be rather difficu