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Wulfrin leaned against the walls of his guildmate and colleague's office, watching as she slowly descended into madness. Literal mountains of paperwork framed her scowling face on either side as Acanthus moved as efficiently as she could. It was a stark contrast to Wulfrin's own workspace. Here at guild headquarters, his "office" was a small forge out back that had only the bare necessities for maintaining guild equipment. All of his work for the guild funneled into a workbench to the point that he tended to work mostly from home now, the rapid expansion of his shop becoming not just a priorit

11/30/25 (Crafting Respite: 250068, Ambition: 251385-1, Engineering Rack (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Little Fury Sword (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 258624 CD: 9 +1 LD: 15 Rare (2) 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 258625 CD: 3

PH * * * Combat: KnightessCiela is at full EN and HP KnightessCiela's Turn: Post Action: Howl [2 EN] [+2 Hate each against up to 4 targets.] (2 Turn Cooldown) (-1 EN Well Rested) Free Action: n/a Stats: KnightessCiela | HP: 780/780 | EN: 89/90 | DMG: 8 | MIT:285 | ACC:3 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:168 | BH:26 | HB: 17 | Howl Cooldown (1/2) | Well Rested (2/3) Acanthus | True Tier 11 | Lvl 101 (34/67) | HP: 1050/1050 | EN: 132/132 | DMG: 23 | MIT:220 | ACC:7 | AA | EVA 2 | FL.AURA: 16

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Luke sipped and ate absent mindedly. He looked around wondering if he would actually dance. The idea wasn’t repulsive but there was only so much food that he could eat. Eventually one’s taste buds would get overwhelmed. He debated getting into a fight just to spice things up. He decided against it, ultimately, because he didn’t trust what his brain was telling him about his mental state. It would be a shame to survive all this time just to die from a stupid pvp bout. “Maybe I should just get going,” he sighed, looking at the exit. He realized there was only so much fun to be had on any g

With her little music number come and gone, the stage had already become occupied by another. The little block of ice in her mixed cocktail had begun to melt causing the glass to sweat, watering it down and leaving it dilute and a mirage of what it once was. The flippant intoxication in Simmone's blood was just as fleeting, allowing the murky thoughts to twist around and begin to discover logic. Finding a seat away from the active crowd and their telltale trades of heat and love. Some even genuine and real, to which those would be the most obvious to her. The ones that she fixated on. The ones

Into the darker recesses of mood lighting, where scents elude to how clean the floor must truly be. Without his glasses on, the man would fit in snuggly as a mundane addition to a crowd that chose not to take an active part in the dance floor. A sip of deep red, the stuff stung swiftly on his taste buds and was strong enough to leave them numb. The nomad's eyes jump to the ceiling as they trace the beams of light that dart too and from, finding the device that was producing them spinning wildly in sporadic and inconsistent movements. "Clever. Very Clever" He'd comment loosening his tie slightl

11/29/25 (Crafting Respite: 250066, Ambition: 251385, Engineering Rack (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Little Fury Sword (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 258589 CD: 10 +1 LD: 12 Rare (2) 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 258590 CD: 5

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Ascension nodded at the woman with the black hair, "Enjoy your drink." He knew what Cascade liked, and while the woman may have been right, he wasn't about to torment his love. His arms wrapped lovingly around her. She spoke. "Cas, it's fine. You're not the one who should be apologizing." He got down on both knees, arms still wrapped around her, eyes still met with hers. "Please, my love, forgive me for not arriving on time." He looked remorseful, almost as if he felt like he had let her down by being so late. *** PH

11/28/25 (Crafting Respite: 250064, Ambition: 251378-1, Engineering Rack (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Little Fury Sword (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 258554 CD: 4 +1 LD: 9 Uncommon (1) 9 (+6 Ambition) 2 258555 CD:

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PH Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP/Col Reward Mega Slime Farm | +10% Final EXP Reward Ruri | HP: 960/960 | EN: 134/134 | DMG: 23 | MIT:20 | ACC:4 | AA | PHASE | EVA:4 | REC: 8 | HLY: 16 | LD:1

Crafting on 11/28/25 Gungnir's Shard - Crafter's Respite Used Phase One Phase Two Exp

"Thank you so much" Falko replies as Eruda sets a crate of ingredients for his shop down on the count. "The pleasure is all mine, I hope it helps" saying with a smile and a small bow for respect. That was the last delivery on the agenda for the day. Looking at the time as she walks out of the store, it was just about noon. Rai usually messaged her when he was done with his work for the day and that had yet to come. Feeling her stomach rumble, she would pull out a piece of bread made by the elves. Staring at it, she was hungry just not for that. Stashing it away she would head to the warp gate.

Arbalest groaned in annoyance at the idea of dealing with another bozo who's entire mission was to waste her time. Reytac would try to encourage a better mood from her by mentioning the next NPC having a gift for her. She scoffed in response. "I could probably take out plenty of the enemies in this game with just my bare hands... Though I suppose I'll need enhancements. It's not like the real world and I only get one chance." As soon as Arbalest entered the smithy, she was told. "I'm busy." Her temper flared. "Hey idiot! I'm here for business! Don't you ignore me!" Lyle growled in a simil

-to DEMAND I make something for him. step on the pedal and -” She gave a demonstration, slamming her foot down on the pedal. The spiked mace swung up sharply, detaching from its arm and flying through the air. It smashed into Ares’ throne just a few inches below his… “Get it?” Ares looked down between his legs, eyes wide at the woman’s audacity. The mace remained fixed into his throne. He looked up at Sin, a look of abject terror in his eyes. Terror and… something else. He let out a loud, boisterous laugh. Picking up the mace, he spun it over the back of his hand. The item began to g

Teleportation Platform, screeching at the top of his lungs that she needed to meet with Ares on Floor 17. So she teleported there. Once she arrived, the creature led her on a winding path up Mount Olympus to the Realm of the Gods. There, Ares waited on his throne. He launched into some monologue about making a tool of war. Ironic considering he was a tool that liked war. A glint appeared in her eye as she considered what to make. She got to work, pulling materials and parts from her inventory and quickly cobbling something together. What she wound up making was a spiked mace on an arm tha

He stepped up to a non-descript building, tapping on the door with his foot. Moments later, the door opened and out stepped a gorgeous blonde. She watched as he handed off both the drink and the parcel to the woman and disappeared through the threshold. “Oh no way,” Sin said flatly, taken aback by what she just witnessed. “No fuckin’ wonder.” “LORD ARES DEMANDS YOUR PRESENCE!” “Fuck!” Sin all but jumped out of her skin as the satyr had climbed onto the table and screamed at her. She turned her attention to Ash and Lisa, shaking off the shock before giving them an apologetic

“Who’s this guy?” “Warren,” Sin said. “Guildie.” Warren gave Lisa and Ash a wave. “How’s it going?” He then turned his attention back to Sin and plopped the satyr on the ground next to her feet. “Sorry to disturb, thing was in the way. Didn’t know you liked this spot though.” Right on cue, one of the shopkeepers came outside and held a parcel out to Warren. A small bundle of food and a cup of coffee in a to-go cup. He gave Sin and her girls an apologetic smile and held up his items. “Sorry, lunch. I’ll see you later.” He made his exit about as quickly as he came, walking ou