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"We can cut her off at Zach's place," Wulfrin nodded in agreement. "This way. I know a short cut." Wulfrin took off down an alley, sprinting through the streets like a man on a mission. He twisted and turned through various alleyways and cut throughs, working through the most efficient path to Zach's humble little alchemy shop. As the largest settlement in the whole game, Wulfrin was thankful that SAO didn't come with actual exhaustion mechanics. When they arrived at Zachariah's small alchemy shop. Wulfrin scanned the area. As far as he could tell, that player hadn't made it to the shop q

PH <<Assist System Engaged: Assisting Voodoo>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 19 Final EXP Reward: +5% Active: CS: Ill Omen in Red CSA: [x1] Grand Mass Parry Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward, +5% Final Col Reward Raidou | HP: 20/20 | EN: 25/25 | DMG: 15 | MIT:26 | ACC:4 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA:4 | BH:1 | VAMP-D: 2 | VAMP-O: 3 | LD:6

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In stark contrast to the tranquil vibe of Coral, the main settlement of Floor 22, Sentinel Armaments stands as a hub for player trade and item collection. Inside the bustling shop, a forge stands still burning hot as a hawk made of fire sleeps peacefully at the center. Around the forge several other stations stand, a jeweler's counter with various pieces of jewelry in a protective glass case, a wood burning brick pizza oven where someone is cooking up a massive buffet of new york style pizzas, an alchemy lab that looks like it was left mid project, and a humble spinner's wheel that currently

The girl glances up to Reytac who held damn near a half foot on her in this state, finding his extended arms to be rather adorable albeit slightly condescending as expectations hardly adhered to actuality. But the guy clearly didn't know who or what she was, something she could dismiss without much concern. Her hands raise and clap down across his opened palms, like a frat boy performing a secret handshake. "Well said~" She remarks with a chipper twist, flashing a thumbs up to the brunette and waving her hand low to call the box over. "Off to see the walrus, the wonderful walrus of aincrad? De

The portal flashed, welcoming another player to floor 22. She walked through, hands on her hips as she began to look around. With a small wave of her hand, the map appeared. Foot tapping, hand on chin, she glanced around once more. It had been weeks since she'd last seen him. She slumpoed slightly, a heavy sigh escaping. You tell me to stop by but dont give me any directions. her eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Challenge accepted. She grinned. Vanta was never one to turn down any problem she faced. Instead, she strode towards it full speed ahead. She wandered for a

Reytac couldn't help himself after the whiteheaded - not girl, that speech pattern was not that of a child, so something else there. Which, was good, because he had thought that no children had been able to play this death game. One of the few 'kindnesses' that Kayaba had done. But in the here and now, Rey couldn't help the snort that came when the white-haired woman said it was 'courage' to be out here when Wurms roamed. Not that he'd known that, but he didn't know if that would have stopped him anyway. "Courage, maybe, but that's sometimes just foolishness under a fancy coat." Then she

The somber woods of floor one sat just as untouched as usual. A simple breeze to be her only company. At the base of the tree sat her dancing mimic, one in dark purple and gold fittings eagerly waiting to catch what she broke free. The midday sun peaked through the canopy above, allowing streaks of light to pierce through the leaves and offer the thinnest of visibility. Another fruit falls, causing the living box on the ground to clamber over and open wide to catch it like a basket ball hoop. The interest of the day? A newly formed oddity that had sprung up just outside the walls of Tolbana, u

Reytac's fingers twitched as he made his way through the woods. He'd been told that the person he was looking for was somewhere out here in the forest, and more, that their home would be exceedingly noticeable. What, exactly, that meant, the brunette adventurer had no idea of, but it did make him look for things that were out of place. When he'd gotten the last bit of information in town, the NPC had mentioned that Reytac wasn't the only one who had asked about the new trainer that had moved down here from 'somewhere else' - but had clammed up afterwards. He put that back out of his mind for n

Reytac closed the door behind them, cutting off the boisterous sounds of the tavern as they left. The walls were well made, containing the majority of the souud - you would still know it was a tavern, from the volume, but it wasn't overwhelming outside. He followed behind Samantha as the two of them walked towards the training grounds, listening to her as she fretted about his safety. It was odd - the main other person he'd interacted to this point had also worried about his safety, but shown it in a vastly different way. He rubbed his chin with one hand, feeling the stubble of his beard again

One thin eyebrow rose as Warren began laughing, but Kyra held her silence as he continued. For someone who claimed to have avoided the Kool Aid, he seemed pretty snowed over. Was he even aware of the way that he idolized the man? It took a certain level of idolization to make allowances for murder, and the orchestration of it. Yet Warren discussed the man’s machinations with the same nonchalance as someone describing construction work. ‘It’s problematic but it needs to be done for the sake of everyone else.’ But these weren’t orange barrels and traffic jams, these were the lives of men and wom

With a glass of whiskey in hand Mari picked it up and stared at it, swirling the liquid slowly - sitting within the golden coloured ambrosia sat a perfectly clear, perfectly shaped sphere. The kind of party favours you'd only ever encounter in high class establishments. Vincent would get a kick outta this. Mari straightened her back and exhaled as she drew the glass to her lips and took a long sip. This wasn't her favorite, Sullivans Cove. It was a little sweeter. Tasting of cinnamon. It warmed her throat, her belly...it'd be fine if she had a few drinks this evening. Right? Mari would h

The constant flow of words coming out of Fae's new companion's mouth made it almost impossible to respond to everything she said so she just contented herself with chuckling at the painfully specific and accurate situation that the woman painted looking down and smiling. The woman had claimed to be an incredibly powerful player, but now that she had a chance to look her over a bit closer it was clear to Fae that this player was still using her starting gear, which was a little surprising what with all the high level players willing to practically throw good gear at fresh players. After all you

[UNMASKED] — lvl 54 — white birds. wings spread in flight. she spots them decorating the back half of someone's neckpiece, a long silver-and-gray pearled chain that stops mid-spine, drawing the beholder's eye to the open split of their black shirt. a stray bright light amid the club's prevailing red glow had caught on the birds, she thinks, she forgets, lost in her observation, and it had blinded her for a moment and she had chased the afterimage to its source. they vanish after a glimpse. featureless revelers turn and sway in each others' arms. had they turned around, they wo

10/1/25 (Crafting Respite: 249068-1, Ambition: 250945-1, Forge (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 253936 CD: 12 +1 LD: 15 Perfect - 14 (+6 Ambition) 2 253937 CD: 12 +1

*STILL WRITING GETTING THE DESCRIPTION OF THE PLACE* A party? Really? The idea of celebrations....with drinks and light banter didn't sit well with Mari. She had too much to do. She didn't have time to relax. Not to mention how difficult it would be to do so , with it being in the middle of a safe zone. Mari stood on the outskirts of the main settlement - black scrap of paper in hand. Mari had to admit..when Oscar did shit like this, he went all out. Even the edges were gilded in gold. The writing, gold and embossed. Fancy. She couldn't help but offer the invitation a slight, weary

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♦Lv4 Adelyte The sharpened charcoal scratched against the empty, white page. Careful strokes took shape as more attention was given to the detail of the sketch. Facial features came alive, simple shading added dimension to the clothes. It was clear that she spent much of her time doing this. Almost too much time. The open Tolbana square was quaint, and not overly busy at this time of the day. Making it the perfect spot to people watch and pick out her next subject to - shall we say - capture their true essence and beauty on paper. Embracing the shade o

Rain. On every Floor. All at once. Scraps of black paper, trimmed in gold filigree, etched in blood-red. Words written in with a sweeping hand, large swirls, cut deep into the dark cardstock. Invitations cascading down from on high, blocking out the sun for just a moment like darkened storm clouds. The stunt worked. Players from all over filed into the building. The only price of admission? To accept a mask - black or white - at the door. Tables lined the walls, set with fine wine, champagne, and hors d'oeuvres. Enough to keep the night going, but not loud. Elegant, not

What it do, what it be? It's ya boi, the Glizzster coming at you hot with a new Patch! And I hear you asking, "But Senor Glizzy Daddy, we've already had so many today!" Yeah, we been cooking. Mad that you're eatin' more? Stay mad. Down to business. We didn't like how Labyrinth Hunts have been going down. Mechanics don't lend themselves well to parties, so you got one goon just soloing the whole thing my bad. And it's really supposed to be a community effort, yeah? But if we changed things around and made it more conducive for a 6-man to hunt it down, then that's still just one p

˗ˏˋ ✧ ˎˊ˗ <<Quest>>> PLUM Lv. 1 HP 20/20 EN 20/20 || It was a beautiful day to be abandoned on Floor One. "Sorry. It's just not worth keeping you in the party." Plum rubbed her temples, frustration pressing down on her brow. The words wouldn't stop echoing through her head, and worse yet - they called forth every memory of the exact scenario playing out, every time her chosen group of the month decided she was more trouble than they could manage. Who were they to decide that, anyway, when she

To reach Ariel's estate players have to make their way from Coral(F22) following the crowned lion sign toward the Forest of Memories. Pass the Lake of Reflection and either walk the marked forest path (watch for white tree markings) or take the small boat upstream to the dock. As they see the entrance of the Shirajishi Valley,a torii arched over the path like an oath—massive, lacquered red, its crossbeam strung with paper lanterns and fox masks that blinked in the lanternlight. Ropes of shimenawa braided with tiny bells hung from the lintel; their white shide caught the last of the dusk and fl