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Battle Healing +4 HP There was still a small little speck in the distance still standing on the boulder. Realizing that that was the ring master, the one that was sending all those maniacs to attack him. He would give a glaring smile, pull up his pants and start walking toward him. "YOU, YOU MUST DIE” was all he said. Sitting at the bar stool at the counter with a pounding of both fists on the table this time. “THE RAZOR IS STARVING AND MUST HAVE THE EGGS IN A CUP AGAIN. GIVE THE RAZOR EGG CUP” The thought of pulling all the limbs off, then the head, then smashing the body of the tin

Battle Healing +4 HP The dust storm would begin to settle but the Razor would not. They all had to die, every last one of them. Then and only then could he get more food in his system. Almost out of breath he would stop moving and sit up. Glancing around his immediate area there was nothing there but rock chucks. He felt a little sore and his armor was a bit dented but that was to be expected. He would just have to crack the dents out with his fists later when he was not in a field of nothing. Getting to his feet, hoping that he was almost done here. His stomach would not shut up. If you

Battle Healing +4 HP Quickly laying on his back, rolling left a few times then back tracking a rolling right. “THE RAZOR DEMANDS THAT YOU ALL DIE” it sounds muffled given that there is a lot of movement going on right now. He was starving again, it feels like he has been here all day. He would eat the rocks themselves but he knew that it was not in his food group to do so. At the very least he was getting his exercise for the day. He was already sweating up a storm and he could only imagine how he must smell to others that he might stroll by to get to said bathing area. All these things h

Battle Healing +4 HP The more he killed, the more they would spawn or show up out of seemingly nowhere. It was an endless battle of stupid. More so because the dust storm actually became a storm because of all the spinning dirt around. The simple reason why Razor had not stopped yet was because he could not see a damn thing in all these makeshift clouds that he made. Getting a cramp in his hip from being in a circle for so long, he would collapse into a tumbling mess taking a few out with him. Laying on his back now looking up and seeing nothing but brown above him, he could feel tiny vib

Battle Healing +4 HP When he got close enough the tiny shiny golem raised its small round rock hand and yelled something in a weird language that he could not understand. It was then that he felt the ground begin to shake under his feet as what looked like a dust storm was heading straight for him. Pointing his pointer finger out toward the stampede, “BRING IT ON TINY LIFE LIKE ROCKS, THE RAZOR WILL CRUSH YOU” saying as he would pull his pants slightly up, readjust the armor pieces connecting to his shoulders, takes a deep breath and started running right to them as fast as he could just

The man looked wistfully out at the waterfront. His eyes tired and dreary, bags underneath them as it would appear he was almost counting the waves as they came up the shore. "Is fantastic, keep it on. Let only one of us be... so on edge." Lancaster remarks hesitantly as he'd look toward @Mari. "Was expecting anyone of them to start pulling out swords, and I'd need to make a scene or worse." Lancaster offered in a bout of honesty leaning forward to flick the length of ash off his smoke. His gaze would list to the party off in the distance, then refocus their efforts on Mari. "But I...trie

”Hm?” Her fingers abandoned bag at her hip and her bright eyes met his tired ones. Though the smile remained stuck on her face, her expression dimmed a bit with Morningstar’s simple clarification. Her face might have paled a little, if she’d spent more than a second processing the implications of her blunder. Instead, she stiffly and swiftly moved on to his question. ”Oh! How rude of me!” She took a moment to clear her throat. The preparation of introductions was an excellent stage for correcting the unevenness of her voice. She stood up straight, holding one hand flat at her side while t

Who knows how long the unconscious woman had been there like that, alone - pelted by a rain that slowly began to relent. Having dealt its icy blows - the storm satiated. Hours, maybe. Enough time for her health to tick back to full. Enough time for the sun to set to night. Enough time for another to find her. Mari barely heard the footsteps approach, the squelch of heavy boot in mud as his feet sunk deep into the earth. Mari groaned - hardly conscious as she heard his voice, reiterating that she had lost. Mari lifted a tired hand in an attempt to wave him away. Much like a child who wanted to

I stopped dancing, wiping the sweat off my brow. No one else seemed to be getting jiggy with it, guess the big scary orange crystal was too much for some people. I gave a nonchalant shrug. Not my problem, I gave a few of the green players a wink and a finger gun as I stepped off the dance floor and picked up an extra large hotdog. I opened my mouth wide, very wide - and almost choked as I crammed the entire thing in my mouth, chewing loudly. Half of it fell down and around my hands, bits of sauce, relish and bun crumbling to the floor as I inhaled the delicious wurst. Oh Man. Whoever cooked th

9/12/25 (Crafting Respite: 248623, Ambition: 250731, Recording Studio (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Uaithne (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 253094 CD: 12 +1 LD: 7 Perfect - 14 (+6 Ambition) 2 253095 CD: 2 +1

Heavy footfalls squelched in the mud as Oscar approached Mari’s prone form. She was a pitiful sigh, face down in the grime with the remnants of her battle lingering on her frame. Oscar had been twice-notified. Once by Mari herself, once by his hounds. His hounds lingered still, at the fringes, out of sight. Redemption was a wall that stood between Orange Players and their hopes of rejoining society. To put their past behind them and move forward. It was, quite literally, the jailer of the damned. Their final arbiter. But Redemption had a fatal flaw. It equated might with righteousness. Th

“but i’d like it to be kept a secret, if you would. it would mean a lot to me… and her.” Well that certainly sounded ominous. At first glance, Oscar thought that - perhaps - an NPC’s wander distance had brought one close to them. Only at the first glance, though. The way she sidled up to NIGHT and looked at the two of them with intent was strange. Was this her plus one? NIGHT confirmed it in short order, in word and in action. Oscar tilted his head to the side, watching as his friend stood arm-in-arm with an NPC. Body language invoked comfort with one another. There was a nervous ch

Battle Healing +4 HP One by one they bust into nothing. Small glowing shards were falling slowly in front of him. It was pretty in its own way. At one point he would even try to catch them with the attempt failing miserably. When they were all down and gone he would look around for more. It was then that he realized that this tree was the last standing up right. All the others were broken at their base. “DID THE RAZOR DO THIS?” His eyes follow each tree through his helmet that was dead or slightly slanted by his rolling expedition. Shrugging his shoulder as he would continue trying to fin

Battle Healing +4 HP Holding a hand to the tree trying to keep his balance as he glanced around in the area to find more. Getting pelted in the head once more, he would look up at several that managed to get onto the tree branches. They were jumping up and down, there were about 20 of them that he could count. Glancing to the ground to see what they were throwing at him, it was tree bark. How the tiny golems managed to strip the tree’s naked with nothing more than rock fist as hands was beyond him. “THE RAZOR DEMAND YOU TO COME DOWN AT ONCE” saying in an angry voice the echoes into the no

*New Round, New Turn Order, Fixed Ruri's Hatred (+1 Hatred on Pit fighting Lion #3) Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration 2/3 PH Post Action | [x20] ST-B (20 - 2 [Stamina] = 18 EN) + Charge (+3 Base Damage, -Autohit, -1 Accuracy, 8 EN) = 26 EN Free Action {Skill} | Concentration (+AA), Concentration CD [1/5] Free Action {Item} | Crystal of Divine Light | [232246b] (+8 Fallen, Double Incoming Damage) ID: 253079 | 6 + 8 - 1 - 3 = 10, CD: 12 {ST-B Unlocked} | Hit vs. Pit fighting Lion #3 Dealing 940 - 120 = 820 Damag

Standard Recovery +4 EN, (Howl CD:2/2) Refreshed, Battle Healing 54 PH Post Action | Supernatural Fury on Gladiator #9, Gladiator #10, Pit fighting Lion #3 (Howl CD:1/2) -2EN Gladiator #9 is inflicted by BRN: 56/2 and FL.THORNS: 16/2, Taking damage from FL.AURA: 16, Immolation Pot: 40, Hellfire: 80 -> Becomes [BRN: 112/2] and [FL.THORNS: 32/2] retroactively due to Shiina's +100% DoT Damage Gladiator #10 is inflicted by BRN: 56/2 and FL.THORNS: 16/2, Taking damage from FL.AURA: 16, Immolation Pot: 40, Hellfire: 80 -> Becomes [BRN: 112/2] and [FL.THORNS: 32/2] retroactively d

A working heart-to-heart, indeed. Oscar certainly appreciated Jomei’s input. Rather than continue down the path of liquoring him up, he instead turned to the espresso maker behind him. “You really are a class act, Jomei,” Oscar said as he busied himself with preparations. His hands moved deftly, swiftly. It always struck him as strange that two different cooks could produce two entirely different flavors. There was a woman in town that could make a killer cup of coffee. Oscar’s wasn’t bad by any stretch of the imagination. But he’d come to realize that different techniques made all the differe

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [2/3], Recovery | ID: 253078, CD: 4 (No Proc), Vanish Refreshed PH Free Action {Skill} | Vanish, 253073, LD: 16 + 7 = 23 {Success} | 5 EN, Vanish CD [1/3] Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 22 EN) + Assassin (+4 Base Damage, +Autohit, 8 EN) + Charge (+3 Base Damage, -Autohit, -1 Accuracy, 8 EN), Charge CD [1/3] = 38 EN ID: 253074 | 9 + 7 = 16, CD: 10 {ST-B Unlocked} | Hit vs. Gladiator #11 Dealing 1008 - 40 / 2 = 988 Damage ID: 25307

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 253072, CD: 9 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed, Hyperactive CD [2/3] Another round of effects from Shiina as her music changes, Simmone exhales deeply fighting to keep herself stable. Her heart was racing, there were a lot of new discoveries today and combined with the enforced bloodbath it was leaving a lot of stress on the table. But the word from Raidou has her advance her gaze to the gates as well, finding purchase on one as it fell. This was almost over, that thought clung to the forefront of her mind causing the panic to slo

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Charge Refreshed, Concentration CD [3/5] Raidou would begin to breathe deep, shoring his coming exhaustion away as his weapon is supercharged again by another focal in the playing music. Whereas before Shiina wasn't really capable of repeating it, this seemed drastically more constant. The gates seemed to be tapering, and as the port cullis fell it was a small acknowledgement that things were coming to an end. "This is it." Raidou remarks toward his team, using his left hand to point at one of them as they fell. "They've ran out of men. F

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 253066, CD: 7 (+8 EN), Press the Attack Refreshed, Phantasmal Chorus maintained {Perfect} -4 EN Shiina's tone would shift again, the volume rising as the music takes to a darker tone. The voices sounding as if they were condemning the foes upon the field. With the shift, the ring turns deeper red and a wave of heat seems to bleed out from Shiina. Energy levels rise. Enemies begin to become disoriented and stumble. Her own party would see their weapons burn bright, as Shiina would continue to smile wide. There was a bit of a

As loath as Warren was to admit it, actually getting out of his shop had done wonders for his mental health. The man had not quite realized how isolated he’d kept himself these past few years. He still enjoyed his ability to just tinker with things in the privacy and the quiet of his own home. But, getting out and spending time with new people and friends wasn’t a bad thing. Almost enjoyable for the misanthropic former soldier. But could he really say that he was a former soldier? He was kept busy. Another cog in the machine. Given authority that, by rights, he should not have. Why h

*New Round, New Dungeon, New Turn Order, All Enemies Spawned via Like Water CS Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration 1/3 As more would pour in from beneath the stands, Kasumi found that this needed to be ended sooner then later. Sure their team could last, but for how much longer? There was a limit no matter how vast their stamina seemed, there would eventually be a point where they would languish. Her intentions were clear: work as a group, debilitate and cut them down in droves. All the while, maintaining energy consumption. This wa

Standard Recovery +4 EN, (Howl CD:2/2) Refreshed, Battle Healing 54 Attentions were beginning to veer to the others as some would just lay there stiff as a board. Another outcry of rage followed by a large explosion of blue flames splash the arena. Some would cry out in pain as others couldn't do a single thing. One by one there would be screaming and roaring as each moving blue flamed target burst into shards that floated lightly down to the ground that he team stood on. The doors would open once more and the warriors of the same attire would come out with there pets. Some would hold fea

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades, Recovery | ID: 253060, CD: 8 (+8 EN), Press the Attack CD [2/3], Press the Attack Fades, Phantasmal Chorus maintained {Perfect} -4 EN The almost mad smile that she wore on her face didn't falter. Shiina was listening to the tempo, the vocals and with it her own voice would ring into that magnificent chaos. Pushing her energy usage to its absolute limits, her feet felt stiff and she could feel a weight on her shoulders. A heft of her hands up as if grasping at invisible strings, the tone would shift an