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Crafting 9/25 Result: +20XP (5, +3+6+6), -2 Materials

Among the Tracker's Alliance are gifted craftsmen. While Firefly doesn't necessarily include herself under that title but she can at least make clothes! The Emerald Wanderer - Named after the titular owner - is a threads shop. Upon entering, the eyes will be assaulted by a plethora of color as the seamstress has no favorite. The smell varies by the day thanks to her next door neighbor and best friend's workshop. Items for sale typically come in very feminine styles, though men will won't be hard pressed to find a nice coat or light-weight armor. A sewing machine sits in the middle of the

Astra watched as Dorian gave his usual spiel, feeling kind of bad for the young woman ahead of them. He knew from first hand experience that Dorian could be a bit much, and it would be hard to turn down his request. There was a moment where Astra wondered if he should step in, but decided to keep a bit of distance with Wulfrin to see how she interacted with the NPC herself. "Good ol' Dorian, always catching people off guard for the debts..." The mannerisms of the girl speaking with Dorian seemed almost skittish, as if she was incredibly weary of her surroundings. Hoping that she didn't t

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"As long as you stick with us, everything will turn out fine. We'll make sure of it." While it was reassuring to hear such a thing from someone she was beginning to consider a fairly close friend, Firefly felt helpless still. Everything she ever had to do in life included the help of others. If not for her blindness, he it was for her lack of experience in gaming. Without the help of others she would most certainly be dead but hopefully the days would come where she was the one helping those who need it. She needed to work on herself. Rushing through the hills and brush, Yue Hua and

Her gaze slipped from the defeated player coursing their way to the man that spoke. His voice, she had heard it only once before, and had been sure to remember it, not that it was understood why. There was just something about the tone, it was inviting, soothing, oozing of sincerity, yet a conscious clever tick. Throughout her time here, only he had caught her eye. Once in this very plaza, he had defended a lower player against some washed out bully. The impression had warmed her heart and refused to be forgotten. Her eyes met his, she was bewildered, the man hadn't come to make a pass

The Town of Beginnings never lost its charm for Cassian. The bustle of players haggling in the market square, the chiming of notifications as trades were sealed, and the chatter of adventurers planning their next foray into the wilds. It all had a rhythm, a heartbeat that felt alive. He’d wandered from floor to floor since the death game began, never rooting himself anywhere, but somehow this place always pulled him back like a well-worn tavern at the end of a long road. He leaned casually against the stone wall of a modest player-run shop, arms folded as he let the tide of people wash past. H

Paragon Level 75 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Custom SA

Paragon Level 75 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Custom SA

Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

9/24/25 - Unevaluated Stored Rolls: 253809, Uncommon T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:5+1, LD: 19) + 253810, Uncommon T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:4+1, LD: 9) + 253813, Uncommon T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:5+1, LD: 8) + 253816, Uncommon T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:5+1, LD: 17) = 253809, Perfect T2 Heavy Armor 253811, Perfect T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:10+1, LD: 2) 253812, Perfect T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 3) 253814, Perfect T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 18) 253818, Rare T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:7+1, LD: 11) + 253819, Rare T2 Heavy Armor, (CD:7+1, LD: 11) = 253818, Perfect T2 Heavy Armor 253820, Uncommon T2 Heavy Armor, (C

9/24/25 (Crafting Respite: 249064, Ambition: 250939, Forge (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 253808 CD: 2 +1 LD: 18 Salvage Success - 8 (+6 Ambition) 2 253809 CD: 5 +

Yue Hua tried to keep up her earnest smile. Fighting to reach the top of the tower in their own ways, knowing there was something beyond. Firefly was just like the rest, and it wasn't a terrible thing and neither was it her fault. It just set her apart from Yue Hua. "As long as you stick with us, everything will turn out fine. We'll make sure of it." They left the guild territory, crossing past the invisible marker a couple hundred meters from the base of the hill. A wide grassy area populated with berry bushes and the occasional tree stretched between them and the village of antfol

"Yes!" Her enthusiasm mirrored Rey's excitement. "Admittedly I was fairly skeptical when it came to the NerveGear. I had no hope that it would even work at all. I told my father he was falling for an expensive scam but he was the one who insisted. I'm glad to have the experience though!" Rey's observation of her condition would come as she took the final bite of her food. She got it down quickly with a drink of water before trying to respond. "I spent a lot of my first year dizzy, nauseated and... well to put it bluntly, sickly. Once I got used to colors it got a little easier but some in

I rolled onto my stomach and pushed myself to my feet with a small ‘hup’ I started to dust the snow off my white suit, humming to myself. Mari was annoyingly astute - I could swear black and blue I wasn’t here to follow her, hell - I doubted that she’d believe me even if I hadn’t been. She was far too on guard, and…who could blame her really. Banging one of the top brass of the Laughing Coffin would have one do that to you. Eh? “Alrighty! Alrighty! You caught me!” I said as I held up my hands in defeat “I assure you, my sweetest Emilia had nothing to do with me being here.” I said with a

Mari sighed as the others approached, she wasn’t relieved - but at least more people meant more targets for the strange man's attention. Khione, and Reytac came up to the scene - and just for good measure Mari stomped her foot down on Vex again. Vex just writhed, in mock pain. “I’m fine, and its Mrs.” Mari muttered toward Reytac. Mari was frustrated, and did her best to reign in her anger. “You need to keep your friend on a tighter leash.” Mari said toward Khione as she finally released Vex from beneath her foot. “I use the term friend loosely.” Khione said with a groan, brushing

Reytac looked at the odd scene before him, blinking at the man on the ground who seemed completely nonchalant about Mari's foot crushing down on his chest. The idle talk with Emilia on the way over had been odd - he'd went along with the flow of light talk, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was supposed to be at odds with the woman. He tilted his head to one side, then the other, before shaking it. A glance from the corner of his eye towards Emilia showed her to be sighing, exasperated at the scene, and he couldn't tell if she had expected to find the guy like this or not.

Khione covered her mouth, and laughed with mild amusement. A bow? Really? “Most wouldn’t bother with that sort of thing.” Khione said as she ran a hand through her long lilac hair, pausing at the gate. Would her outfit be warm enough? Khione hadn’t bothered to do any of the quests so the cold would probably get to her more than others who had. With a few quick and practised motions the woman was wearing a thick fur lined coat. “Don’t really like the cold.” Khione said simply as she turned to Reytac with a small smile. So far, this had been rather easy, then again - her entire job of gathe

Mari grit her teeth, stomping harder on his chest. She had done well to control her anger lately but there was just something about this asshole, maybe it was his absolutely ludicrous outfit, maybe it was his cavalier way of talking and acting - but something about him just pissed her off. It felt like the mere cadence of his voice sent ripples of frustration through her very core. “In the past, I’d have already drawn my blade against you.” Mari said through gritted teeth. It’d do her no good to get angry here. She drew in a long deep breath and held it. Her silent moment to calm herself

Three months had passed since the games launch, her imprisonment, her mentors death, and the end of what she knew as every day life. Clientele would come looking, people that had yet to pay would get away with no fee, the squirrel she used to feed would stop visiting, she couldn't feel, see, smell, or taste right, everything was numb. Above all else, a rotting corpse lay on the other side of what she knew as 'home.' She'd bumped into players as the days passed. Some seemed infatuated with her simply because of how she looked, some called her the Starlit Wanderer due to her lack of introduction

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Profile - Username: Cascade Real name: Vaelith Corvane Age: 21 Gender: F Height: 5'5 Sexuality: straight Origin: Born in Russia, raised in the boonies of West Virginia, busting city of Seattle, the cold of Colorado, and finally the crisp Tennessee air. Background: Vaelith spent her first few years of life on island soil, Hawaii. Vaelith is the daughter of a russian mafia boss who cast her out as an infant. She was illegally exported with her dying mother to the US. Her mother recovered after being nursed back to health by an old islander name