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"Lost her?" Mari asked. She furrowed her brow - her alcohol riddled brain trying to figure out the sentence. "Whaddaya mean you losht her?" Mari asked. It was really beginning to kick in now - the 4 shots of whiskey at the bar - and the half bottle of sickly sweet Chartreuse. Mari watched as he mimicked a violin being played. She missed that, just sitting there and playing. Not fighting monsters, not fighting herself - just getting lost in a skill she adored. "Diddya check between the couch cushions?" Mari asked. Then snorted. As if a person could fit between them. Mari then snorted and l

Item Fusion #1 (Cost 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale) Item Fusion #2 (Cost: 1 Gleaming Scale) Item Fusion #3 (Cost 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale) Item Fusion #4 (Cost: 1 Gleaming Scale) Item Fusion #5 (Cost: 1 Gleaming Scale) Item Fusion #6 (Cost 1 Demonic Shard, 1 Gleaming Scale) Total Cost: 2 Demonic Shards, 6 Gleaming Scales

Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Identifications: 1x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 3,040 col 1x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = 1,000 col Net Cost to Banker: 4,040 col Breaking Down Items for Mystic Essence: Appraisal Rolls (Items:

Freyd gives Rencesvals (for Foyle) Anathema +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | AA | ACC I | Para I Acquisition ID: 220388b | Roll ID: 246463, 246464, 246465 | Reroll IDs: 246466, 246467, 246468 An exquisite elderwood longbow Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19579-freyds-evaluations/?do=findComment&comment=697938 Perdition's Reach +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | Burn I | Static I | Fallen I Acquisition ID: 218081b | Roll ID: 246469, 246470, 246471 | Reroll IDs: 246472, 246473, 246474 A recurving longbow made of well-oiled ash, stained to a matte, dull grey

True Light Lantern | [10 Mon] When lit this simple brass lantern burns away shadows and deception, aiding in the connection of blows in the darkness. Negates the effects of low-light. Grants its user's party +1 ACC and +1 LD. A party may only benefit from one True-light Lantern at any given time. ID: 246590

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@Freyd Mentor's Pride - Absolution +1 | T4 Demonic Weapon (Katana) | AA | ACC III Fusion ID: 246589 A purely decorative piece originally designed by Wulfrin to commemorate an unbreakable bond, later tempered by brotherhood in arms . A katana, black as the deepest void with a Damascus pattern that mimics a river of lighter greys and blacks. They seem to flow within it. Outlined all over with mithril filigree, the blade gives and takes, like the tides that flow between learner and master until both reach equilibrium. In place of the usual mark of Sentinel Armaments is a Phoenix trapped in th

PH * * * Guild: Tracker's Alliance Rank: 1 (+1% final exp and col) Mega Slime Farm Active: +10% EXP Gungir Shard 239050 | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast (6/6) | ACC II | EVA II | ID: 239171 - takes one portion shares the rest with party (5/6 remain) [desc.] A daring spread featuring a variety of cured and smoked shark meats, paired with exotic cheeses, crackers, and a hint of seaweed garnish. This adventurous platter offers a bold flavor journey, perfect for those with a taste for the wild and mysterious depths. Wulfrin Consumes - Crafted - ACC 2 [F

'This seems much denser than when we were last here," saying as she continued to walk over and under tree branches that hung loose or snapped free. "It should just be over here," her eyes light up with joy as she finds the plant she was looking for. "I knew it," speaking with excitement, suddenly there was something rustling in the leaves above causing Eruda to stop in her tracks. Glancing up, she couldn't see anything. Taking another step forward as something falls on her head, "EEEP," screeching as it pull the purple hair ribbon out making that blond thickness fall past her shoulders. Branch

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Combine: Mentor’s Pride | T4 Perfect Katana | ID: 238567 | ACC 3 Crafting ID: 238567 A purely decorative piece designed by Wulfrin to commemorate an unbreakable bond. It is a katana, black as the deepest void with a Damascus pattern that mimics a river of lighter greys and blacks. It is outlined all over with golden filigree. In place of the usual mark of Sentinel Armaments is a Phoenix trapped in the coil of a long inky black shadow with two small shards of sapphire. Source: With: Mentor's Pride - Absolution +1 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Katana) | AA | Para II Acquisi

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A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. What was faced by those that sought them out, these hostiles seemed very malleable and capable of mimicking the arms of their opponents. It is best to assume that the same applies to all of them.

Glancing back to Elda who was trying to lug the massive planter along with her, he cannot help but smile at the kooky notion. "Uh, we can just get the plant and bring them back. That's a little much to be toting around don't you think?" The massive planter easily a foot and a half in diameter and 2 feet tall wasn't exactly an ideal travel companion. Raidou was right behind the girl, taking his robe from the rack and turning it over his shoulders. Pulling it tight around his neck it falls into place, opening the door for Eruda to be let out before closing it up behind him. A turn of the key see

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. In times of desperation, the Spectral Knights seemed to turn feral like a wounded animal. In these final moments, they seemed to unravel and forgo their own self preservation. Perhaps it would be wise to cool such anger.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. When the creatures become shapeless, it would appear that somber music will persuade their shape to remain solid.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. Spectral Knights, before they retreated, transformed to take the shape of their enemies. Donning their face, perhaps there are ways to see past such a disguise.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. Rumor has it that beneath the waves, boats that travel upon its shore will see themselves turned by an invisible force. It would appear that some abnormal barrier is causing them to shift away with damage to the vessel's hull.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. At night the sky appeared darker, and these corrupt creatures seemed unaffected by it. Within that mask, they converge upon any living thing regardless of stature.

A strange pop-up appears once the Spectral Knight is slain. The Spectral Knights seemed attuned to the dark, essences of the void seem to have reduced effects.

Seafoam bubbles over stones. Lighting crackles over the North Sea, casting brief flashes of red over the water. The coast here is jagged and uneven. Cold rocks, slick with rain, slope sharply into the dark. The sky hangs heavy with constant storm clouds, and the sea is darker still. The spawning of Spectral Knights has ceased. Along the shore of the Black, a scout makes a strange discovery. Past midnight, he sends word to the frontlines. From: Hackman To: Frontlines Was scanning along the edge of the Black. Real quiet out here.

The sun was just beginning to rise over the crystalline lake, casting a peach-gold glow across the mist-shrouded waters. Fondante’s Inferno stood quietly by the shore, its chimney exhaling gentle puffs of warmth into the crisp morning air. Inside, the bakery was alive with scents of honeyed bread, citrus zest, and a hint of char that Bonk swore was intentional, though Ciela insisted otherwise. Ciela stood at the center of it all, whisk in hand, apron tied tightly around her waist, and hair pinned up with a sprig of rosemary. She looked around at the rows of cooling loaves, fresh jams, enc

Back at Fondante’s Inferno, peace settled once again, at least for now. Ciela’s hands found rhythm in the kneading, her soul settling with the rise and fall of warm dough. She baked a new bread, one infused with the faint glow of the reclaimed Bloom and the warmth of Bork’s honey. The result was soft, golden, and just slightly sweet. They named it Unity Loaf. “What's it do?” Wulfrin asked, sniffing a fresh slice. “Boosts HP regen. And morale,” Ciela replied. Bork winked. “Also tastes like not dying.” The trio shared the bread over tea, laughter echoing through the bake

The corrupted mirror-Ciela moved with haunting precision. Every slash, spin, and snarky eye-roll mimicked her own. Bork became the anchor, blocking attacks, absorbing hits, shouting goofy taunts that made Ciela snort mid-dodge. “You call that a roll? I’ve seen muffins do better somersaults!” The laughter helped them break the tension. Ciela noticed a half-second delay in her doppelgänger’s movements, a pattern. She baited a heavy swing, and as the reflection lunged, Bork tackled it from the side with a mighty “BONK!” that echoed through the chamber. Together, they shattered