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ph *** Post Action: Foraging | ID: 248 | LD X+20=X, CD X+5=X | Demonic Shard found! Objective complete: Using the compass to locate and acquire a Demonic Shard.

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 force 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 mirror

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

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‘HEY OSCAR IT’S US!” The bell over the door to Oscar’s shop was drowned out by Abellio’s bellowing. Oscar turned his attention from the fryer to the door, smiling widely as he saw his two newest Guild mates walk into the restaurant. Oscar wiped his hands on a towel and stepped out from the back, leaning against the counter as they stepped up. “Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you two all the way out here?” Oscar had been rolling mostly solo for a while. Social calls had been few and far between. It was an odd feeling, he had to admit, to have people swinging by so often

Abellio didn’t really know what possessed him to go this long without getting a proper weapon. Maybe it was because he was rocketing through the Tiers and didn’t want to bother with it. Of course, that required that he had some future plan sorted out. He didn’t. Skills were bought simply off of the merits that they sounded cool. He accidentally on purpose wound up with a somewhat functional character build. So it was at that point that Abellio decided to actually get some gear. Holding his new sword, he made a beeline for Lysette’s place. He hadn’t seen much of her since Oscar and he

<<Betrayal of the King>> Home ownership suited Lydia. It was so nice to have a place to call her own. Abellio and Oscar had insist that she take a small loan from them to buy her first place. It was more Col than she'd seen in years of dancing for the denizens of the Town of Beginnings. Her place hadn't been anything massive. Just a small studio apartment nestled in the trees. Her favorite part had been those high windows that gave her a perfect view of the forest. She found that she spent most of her time there, working. Muffled music could be heard on the air, notes flowing

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7/21/25 (Crafting Respite: 245369, Ambition: 174836) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248175 CD: 9 LD: 7 Uncommon (1) 7 {R UP} (+4 Ambition) 2 248176 CD: 12 LD: 18 Perfect

—Or he was funding it out of his own pocket. Yue Hua looked from Morningstar, to the holographic board, then back to Morningstar. This sort of technology was meant to be unheard of in their setting. Her tail swished behind her as she came to a familiar conclusion. Frontliners are impressive...! Timid Firefly then chose that moment to show off Wulfrin's craft, a sword that dwarfed Yue Hua's own, and Yue Hua didn't comment on it, believing it wasn't her opinion that was being sought, but her interest was piqued. She quickly amended as she finished off her croissant and reached for anot

Oh. The small blonde woman practically melted with such a simple action. Khione didn't mean anything by it. She was quite honest. All the woman wanted to do was ensure she wasn't about to be poisoned, but this was gracious happenstance. When people were flustered they were much, much easier to deal with. It helped that the other was easy on the eyes. "You'd be surprised." Khione said as she placed the tip of her index finger on Katoka's nose. "There are many pretty women who use their wiles to encroach on others." Khione included herself in that, but would not admit it. "You have a ver

ph *** Battle Healing + 65 HP Recovery + 4 EN ID: 248173 | CD: 2 -> No Recovery Proc Post action ST-I -> Belregor | ID: 248174 | BD: 6+5=11 -> Hit! (12+3)x32-140=480-140=360 Damage to Belregor 12-2+2=12 EN Cost Stats: [H:15] KnightessCiela | HP: 925/925 | EN: 62/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT:514 (464+50) | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 20 | DOTE: 3/3 | PROB:36 | WELL-RESTED: 0/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | F.Howl Cooldown (2/4) [H:6] Macradon | HP: 1134/1173 | E

She was tall. She was pretty. Not to mention she smelled quite nice. She hadn't expected the woman to step up and stag one of the pastries, let alone feed it to her. Her brain felt like it was stuck buffering, however her body remembered what to do when food was present. Quickly chewing and swallowing she felt her brain catch up as her face flushed bright red. At her mention of how she smelled she attempted to smell herself, did she really smell like honey? "I-I-I wouldn't p-poison someone I just met. But I can respect your c-caution." she managed to studder. "My name is Katoka,

Crimson eyes shifted up from her small black leather bound notebook, then the woman shifted her gaze back down to the notebook and turned to a blank page; scribbling a few notes in neat handwriting. Khione closed her book shut with a loud snap. Right. She was on the first floor. People were always a little too friendly. Too complacent. Khione stood and dusted the blades of grass from her backside. The woman was a whole head taller than the friendly little blond girl. She wore the garb of a samurai, and had a katana slung across her back. A terrible place to have it if she wan

In an attempt to spice up her morning, Katoka decided that she would venture down to the first floor. It had been a while since she had changed up her morning routine. It usually consisted of drinking tea on her porch while reading or watching her familiar Hanami sun bathe. Today however, she had to drag herself out of bed and made the executive decision to find a cafe in or around the Town of Beginnings to enjoy. She was still rather sleepy as she wandered the streets, despite the time she had taken to shower and at try to look decent she still remained heavy lidded and drowsy. Feeling h

Yue Hua wasn’t too enthusiastic about killing these human shaped mobs. But they’d caged a few for observation once and someone pointed out to her how they were suffering. There was no cure in sight and every week they risked being overrun with them. As with any old video game, it was their lives against the enemies’. She tried her best to make the process as quick as possible. She ran through the second Shambler in her way and skidded to a kneel at the end of the corridor, clicking her sword back into its sheath. Sections of lighting had been taken out by the mobs’ flailing (another

The look on Freyd's face said it all. He was unimpressed, a seething fire smouldered behind those calm blue eyes. His was was stoic almost pleasant to others. But Freyd's jaw clenched and Mari could tell he was doing his best to be amicable. Mari shifted subtly, leaning her weight back into Lancaster as she placed a hand upon his chest. Mari could feel his erractic heart, thumping as though it would burst. - "He's trying." Mari said. As if to prove a point Mari reached into Lancasters pack and pulled a single cigarette free. She twirled it between thumb and forefinger. With a casual flick she

"I'll remember that next time," saying as he pulls her back in she would laugh with him but then he would shift her around. Nuzzling up against his shoulder, watching him type a message. Glancing to the name, "But Rai she hates me and I..." she was cut off rather abruptly. She sighs at his words as he brushes his hands against her head. "Fine, I'll try" looking up at him with a smile. She knew how much Ruri and Haine meant to him, but she also knew that she royal fucked up last time she tried talking to the girl. Not only that but she was there when Jubilex tried latching to her. She was tryin

The constant intermingling between the pair did wonders to sate the mans bundled up nerves, as if Mari was the only thing left he had to rely on. Which frankly she was. The man was a wanted criminal that most didn't even know about, and now the good old crew he ran with would likely be chasing him down after not too long. Yet given the circumstances he was provided, his options were extremely slim. Lancaster simply took what little he had and walked from the table. Best leave with no shirt or shoes, and cut your losses. "Well." The man returned the statement while pulling another drag. "The he

Watching the two of them awkwardly enter like a pair of dodling teenagers instantly conjured images of an older brother being introduced to his sister’s newest badboy douche bag sweetheart. If he was also one of the nation’s most wanted murders, an unrepentant thief, thug and arsonist - all of which Freyd knew to be true, and far worse. However touching, it was hard to think of the man before him as anything other than a selfish, callous, craven thug. He could be both, but the acceptance of it was hardly an improvement. "Guess looks can be deceiving. No offense. Amico" That he wo