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PH Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/25) - ID: 259318, BD: 5 | Dealing [x16 TECH-A] * 23 = 368 DMG -> 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP WC: 152 Active: Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP/Col Reward Abelith | HP: 740/740 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 23 | MIT:103 | ACC:1 | ENV-D: 32 | THORNS:72 | BH:37 | HB: 30 | FLN: 16 | BLI: 32/-20 | PARA-V

Post Action | Opening Gift - ID: 259317, BD: 8 | CD: 3 | LD: 16 Scar didn't linger at the edges of the crowd for long this time. The square was alive with muted warmth despite the winter air, lanterns casting soft halos of light across packed snow and stone. At its center stood the Christmas tree, tall, broad, and decorated with care that felt deliberate rather than extravagant. Ornaments glimmered faintly, reflecting firelight and starlight alike, while wrapped gifts clustered beneath its branches like promises waiting to be claimed. Scar approached without ceremony.

Without even the slightest warning Celeste drops from above the ring. From the deck of the Blood Raven, her airship that lingered high in the sky. Like a falling meteorite she descends and drops her weapon like a guillotine straight down, catching Gob Gob in the right shoulder near its head and the following *clang* sends every bit of dust and soot from the ring and the road nearby airborne. A wave of blue heat rips out from the impact point, exploding causing some of the players close to dive for cover. As the smoke screen clears, the ring slightly burning in azure flames on its side corners

Like a dark enigma ERROR seems to appear into the stage, as if the moment that Scar exits. That figure unfurls crossed arms and lifts an open palm hand toward Gob Gob, as the figure found its inclusion interesting and yet lacking understanding. The outstretched palm of an opaque black hand, presumably covered like the rest of its true appearance. A welling hum like a vibration becomes audible through the air, and with a tenseness in its fingers a wave of colorless power echoes outward. The ropes wiggle in that aimless shockwave, that pulse leaving ears to ring as it rushes out sending hairs a

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/2025) - ID: 259315, BD: 10 Dealing [x15 ST-II] * 23 = 345 DMG --> 5 Elixir of Growth {800 EXP} = 4,000 EXP PH * * * Scar | HP: 680/680 | EN: 106/106 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | ACC: 1 | BH: 37 | LD: 5 Gob Gob | HP: ?/? WC:

Wild as always with her globe stored away at home, Shiina was ready to see the god king again. Later yesterday she had found the chair, and with no one around had klepto'd the seat she wanted quite a while ago. It was everything she imagined it to be: soft, kushy and even a little warm. That thought gave her all the moxie to hop into the ring with the big dude once again, the giant menacing green man in a santa hat that others were just trying to put down. But Shiina appreciated his nuance, his welcoming albeit domineering nature. Walking up behind Gob Gob as the eyes followed her circle, she

Right behind Griswold as he'd exit the raven haired woman would enter, sliding between the red ropes and onto the white colored mat. From her right hip she draws that gilded rapier into her left, presenting its point toward her target. "Still going?" Simmone asked to the reply of a shrug. The bar to the left side of her screen begins to drain, and with it violet traces down the length of her produced edge. From the hilt to the point it becomes illuminated, and a change in her posture has her rocket at high speeds with a twined pair of jabs like snake bites. Her hair flutters on every stroke, a

Griswold had already had one run at this thing at least a couple times prior, and if it would offer him another shot then he'd take it. The smithing hammer that had already forged a couple tools this morning was raring to taste flesh and bone, spun in a twirl in the colossus's right hand. "Here she goes." Griswold firms his grip and slams with his shield before driving that malus across Gob Gob's ever sturdy jawline. The blow claps like thunder, as a trail of amber like fire is painted angrily through the air. The thing even catches ablaze mid stroke, becoming the flaming equivalent of Mjolnir

Back around come the light of morning, Setsuna was more then eager to give this another shot. Her blade sharpened and polished down to the razor's edge, clicked shut in its sheathe before traveling back down to the town of beginnings. Still stood where it rested before, the ring already had a gaggle of players gathering around its edges. Into the ring the girl bounds without much caution, shortly after Acanthus takes their leave. Squaring her stance as her legs spread apart, knees bent. Her right hand hovers the handle of her katana, and her eyes close. An exhale welling up all the strength sh

Acanthus came up from the bow to see another gift underneath the tree. Cautiously, she glanced down at the materials in her hand, then back to the tree, and then back to the materials again. She reached toward the second gift as though it might explode at any second. Was this a trick? They were only supposed to receive one per day. It was unlikely the game had glitched out and given her a free gift. Was it a test from some unknown quest NPC? If she took the second gift, would Santa put her on the naughty list? Nobody else noticed or cared. Swarms of people marched for the gifts, picking u

Damn rough on that cutoff but that's fair dawg Post Action: AoE I -> Target 259308 | BD 4 + 7. Hit! 30 * 15 = 450 damage. 1 Elixir of Growth obtained. +2200 EXP. ----- NOTE: I assume CS are inactive for this thread Acanthus | True Tier 11 | Lvl 108 (35/73) | HP: 1040/1040 | EN: 136/136 | DMG: 30 | MIT:100 | ACC:6 | AA | FL.AURA: 16 | THORNS:72 | BH:57 | HB: 46 | LD:5

12/13/25 - Cutoff Setsuna | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP Griswold | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 2800 EXP Simmone | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP Gaius | 5 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 14000 EXP Shiina | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP ERROR | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+400 EXP} = 400 EXP Celeste | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 2800 EXP Abelith | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP Mokka | 4 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 3200 EXP Ruri | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2200 EXP} = 2200 EXP Anton | 1 * Elixir of Growth

12/13/25 - Cutoff Setsuna | +1 Demonic Shard, +1 Mon Griswold | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP}, +1 Mon Simmone | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP}, +1 Mon Shiina | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP}, +1 Mon ERROR | +1 Elixir of Growth {+400 EXP}, +1 Mon Celeste | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP}, +1 Mon Abelith | +1 Swine Jesus Hall Pass [259300a] {1/2}, +1 Mon Mokka | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Ruri | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2200 EXP}, +1 Mon Anton | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Lynn | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Illisandra | +1 Elixir of G

The festivities felt quite Christmas-y. There were the traditional fir trees, decked with holly and all the other things the songs loved to go on about. There were yule logs burning, minefields of mistletoe, tall and shirtless bronze men with pig-heads, and banquet tables of eggnog and desserts. Acanthus backpedaled for a moment. The statutes… those weren’t usual Christmas fare, right? Her family did Christmas, but they were never crazy about it. Just a few gifts and a family dinner. Acanthus herself didn’t care for it much: nothing against the people that did enjoy it, she just never kne

More then interested in the promise of free wealth, Jibae walks through the streets past all manner of multicolored packages of plenty. The whole place was brimming with but a single gift for every player in aincrad, and as a result players from all walks were littering the place. Her goal was simple, to collect her proprietors as well as her own. The long rectangular box under her arm was for her boss, the small little envelope was hers. Inside was documentation, cited and notarized down to every signature and cliff note. Something so utterly boring to most was absolutely invaluable to the wo

Arms crossed, Illi leans against one of the main thoroughfare taverns watching players lose their metaphorical shit each time a box is opened. It was almost pathetic, but yet she does peg the oddity of the contents. A trick of the system to be sure, where at first she was wondering if there was something more supernatural at play. From above something smacks her in the head and bounces off, clattering to the ground in front of her. "What the...?" She squeals rubbing the spot on her dome that it ricochet off of. The small box the size of a bagel sat stark on the stone road, encouraging her to t

In her fluffy white coat, Lynn breathes into her mittens to give her hands a bit of warmth. Her face cherry red from ice skating for the last couple hours with a group of her friends. This breather because her legs hurt, and from her side she claims a little paper cup of hot cocoa. Wandering through the crowd of people, she cannot help in share in their joy. Although the slight tinge of loneliness starts to set in, given no one she knew to hang around with around this season she had access to. Sucking on her drink as she'd wade through the gathering, she nearly spits it out when she sees the l

The lime green guy couldn't be more annoyed, all this seasonal foot traffic had made procuring material in the town of beginnings a logistical nightmare. A couple bolts in his arms, he keeps having to stop and navigate around people who stop dead and start staring stupidly at the festivities. "Get the fuck out of my way." Anton shrieks in his most scrooge like impression. Through the bustling streets, he continues down the paths and trips on something. His foot caught he turns around and aims to kick it out of the way. But what stares back is a little striped box in black and white, quite like

Ruri couldn't help but find the large crowd to be less then inviting. Disappearing into her hood as she pulls it tight around the back of her head, her hands then seeking her hoodie pockets and keeping her head down. All this revelry wasn't at all quite as inspiring to her as it was to the others. But even still somewhere deep down she couldn't leave, perhaps through a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. Scanning the groupings as she moved, Ruri's sights lock in and set upon a gift all its own isolated from the others. A dark blue package with deeper red ribbon to tie it shut. Squarely on its top

The blonde chirped excitedly as she looked up at the decorations, bending her wrist at odd angles to scan something with her eyes. "Isn't it glorious beans? All of this just popped up overnight!~" She swooned with her attention falling lower to look at the ground littered with gifts. Wandering the walkway past players expressing all manner of joy and excitement, she scans the containers until she sets on the little baby blue box with her name plastered on it. "For me~ For me beans!" Mokka jubilantly screeches to her wrist before unfolding her awkwardly curled appendage. To the box, she remarks

Beneath the building size Christmas tree in all of its spectacle, Abelith wasn't too dug in to the season like most were. But the promise of a free little knick knack or something really drew her attention. This little game event really had pushed inspirations forward. Wandering until she spots the little sticker with her name written on it, the girl shrugs and leans down to take it. The magenta colored wrapping with silver ribbon and bow, she licks the front of her teeth. "Hmm, no way." A hop into her memory. I am sure I can manage Ms. Fontaine, it will be an elegant piece of work. Using her

A simple analysis as multiple people kept taking swipes at this figure, Hound presses a leather gloved hand into his chin. "It is as if he is made of metal..." The turn of phrase as he'd scan his surroundings. Disappearing from the crowd, he'd wander the stalls and collect some supplies. Mixed and combined all manner of objects, Hound had what he believed would be Gob Gob's undoing. A toss of a bottle of clear fluid at Gob Gob, it breaks on that skin causing what sounds like sizzling in a pan mixed with smoke. Seconds later another is tossed, making a fire sprout across that moisture all the w

After Arbalest finally calmed herself down, Reytac would help lead her to the location she would need to complete the next objective of the quest. With a deep breath she would audibly sigh. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I've been known to have a short fuse when I feel like my time is being wasted." He would mention that helping her would nullify her objective progress. It made sense, though largely it would be unnecessary. "No worries. I'll lay them out easily." Her claws escape her jacket, hands barely visible, as she rushed into the fray with a small pack of boars. They rush h

Acanthus's voice would suck Firefly out of her anxiety, forcing a small yelp of surprise to escape her. "Ah, no worries! I spend a lot of time here lately since I opened up my workshop so I was already hanging around." Acanthus would mention their mission regarding the rumor having to do something with flowers. Firefly would smile. "Yes. I reviewed what's known since I had the time but there's not much information to go off of. Flowers around a graveyard are wilting and dying. Not unnatural for flowers but apparently they're pretty special. It's said that souls of elves who had passed are

Like so many others, Celeste was wandering the bare spaces between mounds of presents. It was an interesting escape from the trials of floor 26, and the festival really gave her the chance to relax. Spotting a small little box addressed to her, the label being perched just right for her to see it from a cursory glance. A little thing in black paper and deep red bow, she picks it up and turns it over. "This some kind of joke?" Her expression showed one of outrage, but as to why she doesn't say. The box in her hands is ripped open, and she unfolds it. Sliding it over from its center, the outer p