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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255247, CD: 10 (+8 EN) PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) + Assassin {+4 Base Damage, +Autohit, -DoT Activation, 8 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 26 EN ID: 255242 | 7 + 7 = 14, CD: 5 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Magmato #1 Dealing 450 - 40 = 410 Damage ID: 255243 | 4 + 7 = 11, Hit vs. Magmato #2 Dealing 450 - 40 = 410 Damage ID: 255244 | 4 + 7 = 11, Hit vs. Magmato #3 Dealing 450 - 40 = 410 Damage ID: 255245 | 8 + 7 = 15, Hit vs. Momoag, Biggest Jam Dealing 690 - 140 = 550 Damage

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255241, CD: 11 (+8 EN) PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 3 Targets = 6) = 17 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 16 EN Free Action {Item} | Rhino’s Horn | [224901d] (+3 Base Damage, -1 EVA) ID: 255237 | 8 [HLY] + 6 = 14, CD: 10 {ST-B Unlocked} | Hit vs. Magmato #4 Dealing 780 - 40 = 740 Damage, Celeste cannot generate hatred ID: 255238 | 2 + 6 = 8, Hit vs. Jelly Drop #1 Dealing 540 - 100 = 440 Damage, Celeste cannot generate hatred ID: 255239 | 7 + 6 = 13, Hit vs. Jelly Drop #2 Dealing 540 - 100 = 440 Damage,

"Vanta. I'm glad to have a name to match the face." She nodded, giving another soft smile. She searched him as she moved her hand painfully slow, the slight shift within him gave her the answer. She brought her hand back up, pushing a few strands of hair out of his face. "I wouldn't mind continuing to be that unexpected experience. Her touch was gentle and deliberate, fingers gliding down caressing his cheek more firmly than before and finally resting at the back of his neck. She hoped that it assured him, if only a little. She did not want to do anything that caused him to think he was a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Spawn Limit removed due to Like Water PH Free Action {System} | Opening Random Dungeon Map | [231612b] Post Action | [x12] TECH-D (12 - 2 [Stamina] = 10 EN) + Trickster {+Autohit, +Autoproc, -50% Final Damage, 8 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 17 EN ID: 255235 | 10 + 8 = 18, CD: 10 {ST-B Unlocked} | Crit+2 vs. Momoag, Biggest Jam Dealing 360 - 140 / 2 = 290 / 2 = 145 Damage -> Override: Like Water Like Water Activated 360 Damage {30 x 12} / 7 Targets = 51 Damage Each Magmato #1 sustains 51 - 40 / 2 {Phase} = 31 / 2 {Trickster} = 15 Dama

By the time the mentor finally stepped back, Miyuki’s breath had formed a halo of mist in the cold air. Her shoulders ached, her wrists burned, and her fingers trembled from repetition yet her focus remained sharp. He studied her silently, then gave a small nod. “You’ve learned to move deliberately,” he said. “Now, we see if you can move without thought.” Before she could ask what he meant, he moved. A flurry of snow erupted as the mentor’s blade flashed toward her not fast enough to harm, but quick enough to demand instinct. Her eyes widened, and without thinking, she drew. Ste

The snow had stopped falling. The air hung motionless, heavy with the promise of something about to begin. Miyuki rose from her meditation, the faint sound of her breath the only thing breaking the quiet. Her mentor watched her from across the clearing, his expression unreadable. “Your spirit is settling,” he said at last. “Now it is time to teach your body to follow.” He stepped closer and rested a hand on the hilt of his katana. “The blade’s first movement is its most honest one. Drawing is both the birth of attack and the end of hesitation. You must learn to exist in that space be

Cascade couldn't help but be tickled by Reytacs utter disbelief. She watched as he looked at himself, then towards her, then back at himself again with a furrowed brow. She swallowed her laugh, keeping a straight face. "I mean what I said in the kindest way possible." she kept her voice quiet so as not to startle the bird, she wasn't sure he would hear her, but she offered the sentiment anyhow. She hoped it hadn't upset him, that was far from her intentions. Could he really be this unaware of his stature? Sure, he was 'just another guy,' but Reytac was a big man, he had a rough build, he

When the sparring ended, silence returned to the clearing but it was no longer the same silence as before. It was thicker now, like the air itself was holding its breath. Miyuki stood motionless for a moment before lowering herself to her knees, the katana resting across her lap. Her gloves brushed the snow, and she let the chill seep through, anchoring her in the present. The world around her was still. A single breeze stirred the branches above, carrying the soft whisper of steel clashing from moments ago. Each echo felt distant, almost dreamlike, yet they resonated inside her chest.

The clearing had quieted to a soft drift, snowflakes spiraling lazily between the towering pines. Miyuki’s breath came slow and measured, the katana resting in her grip felt foreign yet alive as if it, too, was waiting for her to understand it. The mentor stood opposite her, his expression unreadable beneath the hood of his cloak. “Steel learns through conflict,” he said simply, drawing his blade in one fluid motion. “As do we.” Miyuki mirrored him, her stance lower, knees bent, the way she’d been taught in kendo years ago but this was different. There was no scoreboard here, no poli

The snow whispered softly around the clearing, each flake falling like a breath of time. Miyuki stood before her mentor a tall man wrapped in layered robes of grey, his presence so still it seemed the world itself paused to accommodate him. His katana rested at his side, untouched, but its aura filled the air like quiet thunder. “You move with intent,” he said at last, his voice low and even. “But intent without understanding is noise. Before a blade can speak, the heart must learn silence.” Miyuki bowed her head, her gloved hands tightening around the hilt of her curved sword. The c

The dojo floor was polished smooth by years of quiet repetition the echo of countless students who had stood where Miyuki now stood. Her breath misted faintly in the cold air as her mentor stepped into the open space before her, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana. “You’ve learned stillness,” he said, voice calm yet resonant. “Now, learn how to move without breaking it.” He drew his sword in a single flowing motion no flash, no sound, just the soft hiss of air being parted. The strike ended before it began, a whisper through the wind, and the blade was sheathed on

"Vanta. I'm glad to have a name to match the face."Letting her know his gratitude towards their shared desire to let the disguises go. The mystique of the party was only so much, as one would seek to desire more, but how much more would he go? He did not want to cross something that she did not want. Though, the longing in those eyes. Were they for what he promised, or for whom made the promise. He wanted to know, but the hand that gave him his own want, that warm feeling once more, was enough to get him back to where he should be. "I wouldn't mind continuing to being that unexpecte

The laugh that followed was anything but what Nari expected, the deity bursting out into a roar of humour and entertainment that would have startled Nari if she hadn’t been slightly expecting it – perhaps not to the measure that the deity took, but certainly to some degree. She shifted on her feet, waiting to see what the deity would say in response, nervously waiting to see if her idea would be rejected and her work wasted. ’Unsightly, horrid to the eyes and hands, entirely imperfect…and yet exactly what I had asked for, in essence.’ Hephaestus held the weapon up to the light more fully

Nari’s hand swiped the acceptance button as the party invite was sent. She turned to eye the newcomer, tilting her head to the left over so slightly as she considered their approach, mannerism and appearance. Whomever they were, they were a frontliner – or at least, as powerful as one. Their stance, attitude and outfit nearly confirmed it – thought Nari was certain she’d never come across the girl before. ’A pleasure. I’m known as Nari-Lanreth, Nari more commonly.’ Nari had looked back towards the man – Reytac, he’d named himself – before turning her attention in a way where she was cap

’It contains the ability to slice through heavier leathers, skin and bones – while also retaining the ability to pierce through heavier armours with the pointed blade that a shortsword, pike or spear contain.’ Nari waved a hand along the weapon’s design, pointing to the far end with the pointed blade. ’I designed the blade to contain a larger thickness, while retaining the aggressive point and edge, so that it would have more weight to punch through harder materials, such as steel plate armours. Wieldy, heavy, but capable…’ She paused for a single second, glancing up towards the deity’s

’What…is it?’ Nari could have sworn she heard confusion within Hephaestus voice as the deity stepped forward and held out a hand in demand for the weapon. Nari gingerly handed it over, watching as the non-player god took hold of it and seemed to pause in further confusion. Nari grinned slightly, knowing that the balance of the weapon – almost perfectly equal, in direct violation of the imbalanced appearance. ’I have no name for it…though I’m open to suggestions. I’ve combined the capable design of a scythe, curved blade like those used within the fields of the peasantry, with the danger

If this isn’t perfectly imperfect, I don’t know what is… She resisted the urge to laugh aloud at the thought, knowing how ridiculous her design was. Practically, it was usable, though its overall efficiency was questionable at best. It would do what she expected, being unwieldy and impractical to any but a few – and yet, somehow she felt that it might be exactly what was expected of her. ’It’s…something.’ Nari picked up the staff weapon, giving it a soft twirl in her hands to show that it could be held – if perhaps not easily. It took a large measure of her skill not to stab herself with

Reytac paused and looked at the two women who had come up talk to him, his eyebrows raising to his hairline as he blinked in surprise. Just judging from their gear, both of these ladies were immensely stronger than he was - way beyond what was normal down here. One looked like she could be nicknamed 'Mordred', clad in pitch-black plate armor, her spear in a loosely ready position even now when she was relaxing, her ornate shield covering most of her figure just as a matter of course. The other could very well have been her counterpart, clad in gleaming silver armor with a blue-wrapped hilt pe

She’d chosen something familiar, complexly simple in design. A weapon that she had favoured for some time, which had proven capable for a fighting form she’d once had. The moulds had been stored away in a cabinet that could only be called a walk-in closet in Nari’s mind. She’d had to combine some, the item in question oddly similar to some moulds, and yet containing intricate designs that stood out from what the basic designs would allow. At first, she’d hesitated at transitioning any of the items providing by Hephaestus, certain that the deity would take anger at her actions – but as she cut

Nari felt her form move to the forge itself, the flames flickering and popping in time with the winds that seemed to gently flow from the bellows. The tools tipped slightly beneath her touch as she moved across them, hands connecting with pieces that she felt she had no right to hold – much less look upon. Perhaps…perhaps I should just…make something, and see what comes of it? The idea was better than any other she had come up with thus far, and so she turned towards her work, picking up metallic ingots that had been neatly stacked, placing them within flame and coal, and beginning the process

Hephaestus moved to the centre of the forge, opening his arms in order to signify the forge around him. ’I shall extinguish the flame within this forge, lest you can create for me a weapon so perfectly imperfect that I am impressed by the skill required to desecrate the tools and items within. But be warned…I shall be judging your weapon upon its abilities, fragility shall fail, bluntness shall be punished…and cheating, well…I don’t need to declare that.’ Nari found herself staring for longer than she would have liked, waiting to hear the catch to the competition and challenge placed bef

The laugh that rang out in response was far from the soothing tone the voice had been; booming, it struck her ears and caused her to actually wince this time. ’Ahahaha! Humility, paired with flattery. Did you think this would assure you challenge complete? Nay, mortal. I have a task in mind for you – one which will challenge your ability, your wit, and your skills…I should so hope.’ Curiosity took over her as she waited, the deity shifting to place the hammer upon the anvil, depositing carefully the apron and assorted gear that had been worn in preparation for his work – or perhaps in pr

The glow of ember and fire lit up the area, casting a dancing light around her as she spotted the masked being standing to the side, hammer prepared for anvil, and a stance of readiness in its appearance. Nari approached Hephaestus slowly, uncertain how she should address the god, or if she should wait for him to speak. Not that she was given the time required to truly consider it in any measure. ’Welcome to my forge.’ The voice was powerful but not overwhelming. It touched her ears, resonating in a way that spoke to the control that this being had over the area, but it didn’t cause pain

The hallway was dark, though not so much that Nari couldn’t see where she was going. The Satyr had stopped at the entrance, providing a wave of his guiding hand towards the area that she was set to enter, and standing aside for her to pass. ’This is where we part ways, unfortunately I’m not authorised to head any further. For what it’s worth…’ The creature seemed to pause and consider its next words carefully, before continuing with its statement in a manner that somehow seemed apprehensive, and meaningful to Nari. ’…good luck. And thank you, for being kind to me on the walk up. I’ve hea

They’d begun climbing the mountain a while ago, though Nari couldn’t quite say how much time had passed. Her mind had been clouded as she considered her blundered communication skills, and how they appeared to have fallen and faltered compared to where they’d been not so long ago. Maybe staying away, hidden within my own house with no one but Onora to speak with wasn’t such a good thing. Look at how it affects me…I mean, that was… She didn’t need to finish the thought to know she was embarrassed. ’We’ll be entering his domain soon. You should prepare yourself. The Satyr spoke up suddenly