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THREAD SUMMARY No experience or col (All participants under 3 posts) Guild Tokens Acanthus | 7 Tokens Wulfrin | 1 Token Scarlet Firefly | 1 Token Knightess Ciela | 1 Token Morningstar | 1 Token Cascade | 1 Token Bee | 1 Token

Argent was nowhere in sight. Acanthus breathed a sigh of relief, ready to take on the Gob Gob without any sort of distractions. The wait to attacking the thing was as long as ever, but she didn’t mind. It gave her time to collect herself. She visualized the sword moving through the air. The sword art followed similar paths, but she found with just a little bit of skill, she could bend the paths ever so slightly, like making small waves in an endless ocean. Other players appeared to have learned the same; she noticed how most of the frontlines used the sword arts with a hint of natural talent t

Oh shit, they were here two days in a row? The carolers appeared to be making name for themselves. Players that had been here previously knew better than to linger, or else risk being dragged into an excruciatingly long parody of Christmas tunes. At the moment, they had cornered a pair of poor underleveled players, who listened to the concert in terror. Deck the halls with bows and volleys, Fa la la la la, la la la la! Earn your death with one sweet folly, Fa la la la la, la la la la! Don we now our boss apparel, Fa la la la la, la la la la! Raid time always makes us feral, Fa

It didn’t take quite so long to send Iris her location data. In fact, it came damn near instantly. As she finished typing up her message, Sin let out a contented sigh. She took the time to put her top back on, adjusted her shades, and nestled into her chair once more. Sin hadn’t lied. This would be the first time she entertained someone one-on-one at her place. The resort-like amenities didn’t lend themselves well to small, private parties. She was rather excited to finally have a reason to break out the fancy plates and the glasses and have a nice, chill evening with her Bambi. Wait.

Fae walked somewhat aimlessly as she waited for Rey to get back to her with his location, there were plenty of options for quests that started in the town of beginnings, and she had no way to know which one it was that he had stumbled his way into, she only hoped she wasn't walking in the wrong direction. It was only a few more moments before the telltale sign of a message appeared on her HUD and she was able to change her trajectory, he was at the east gate which was only a little off the course she had already set for herself and he had seemed to gather a new friend too. She tried not

PH * * * Requirement: Reunite hatchlings with Fuzziel * * * Thread Closure Wulfrin Recieves x Exp: +500 [Quest] x Col x Materials Topaz Gemstone - Not Transferrable "It's an orange topaz which appears to be half an inch in diameter and seems almost perfectly spherical. This has to be of some importance, but exactly what I'm not entirely sure. Maybe more of these journal entries will reveal the secret."

PH * * * Requirement: Retrieve Hatchlings and Egg Searching for Carsar's Hoard ID 259413 | LD 9+11=20 +5000 Col +15 Materials

PH * * * Cooldowns: Post Action: [x16] Tech-A (16 EN) -2 Stamina -1 Well Rested (3/3) Free Action [Item]: Meathook -> Carsar (-20 MIT) ID 259411 | BD 5+6+1=12 | CD 9 | 23 * 16 = 368 - 20 = 348 DMG to Carsar. Target Stunned. Burn 28 applied. Carsar takes no turn. Stun Fades. Takes 28 Damage from Burn. Carsar dies. Wulfrin | HP: 350/350 | EN: 53/66 | DMG: 23 | MIT:25 | ACC:6 | AA | EVA:3 | BH:18 | LD:11 | PROSP:6 | QTY: 2 Carsar the Egg Snatcher | HP: 0/350 | DMG: 65 | MIT: 40 20 | Stunned | Burn 28 (1/2) Abilities: Natural Fighter| Carsar can m

PH * * * Requirement: Searching for Carsar's Lair Post Action: Gathering Roll ID 259410 | LD 14 + 11= 25 +1 Material Rain Minion #12 sheep found

PH * * * Requirement: RP with Fuzziel Wulfrin gives Fuzziel one of his Starter Healing Potions Wulfrin receives +1 EVA from Fuzziel's Breath

Luke swung his sword so hard and had done so much work during the day that his muscles said “that’s enough,” and he slumped onto the ground. “Ugh, I’ve been working too hard,” he told himself. He got up onto his feet. He walked over to where some people were eating some food. He grabbed some and saw that they were opening some packages. Interestingly enough, someone handed him one too. Wow, someone had actually sent him something? He opened the package and found inside that it was some kind of gift from Rubis. He’d sent some kind of scaley object to him with a note that told him that he

Wulfrin dove deeper and deeper into the mountains to the point that he had lost all sense of direction. Too bad this map didn't have any key landmarks or better directions on it. Wulfrin was left to fumble through this journey with nothing but his survival skills and intuition. Despite the rough terrain, he pressed on, determined to see this journey through. The thoughts excited him, this was his first real quest in a while. Lately his life had become rather repetitive. Between his constant attention to his new country club and getting Trackers back in order, he had very little time to explore

Wulfrin began to traverse the mountain range as carefully as he could. He was in unfamiliar territory. Most players dare not traverse this close to the castle borders, not that there was much reason to. Nothing lived out here, as far as Wulfrin could tell. Considering the note though, Wulfrin agreed that if a dragon were living on Floor 1, this would be the best place to set up shop. It was secluded and away from any prying eyes that may be seeking a get rich quick scheme. As he traveled, Wulfrin's mind began to ponder the possible dragon types he might encounter here. Given the terrain, he sh

The crudely drawn map led him north through the Nepent Forest. Wulfrin moved carefully, unburdened by his heavy armor. He would rather not deal with the Nepents that wandered the woods, as they were more of an inconvenience to him now and their boss, The Nepent Variant, was a push over. Nearing the edge of the forest, Wulfrin took a moment to collect his surroundings. The River continued up stream to the north, it's head waters being a lake up in the mountains where Scents of the Wild and a handful of other simple quests took place. They were meant to be intimidating, and to a fresh player the

Wulfrin had decided to take a break from the festivities going on in the Town of Beginnings and head out to his favorite fishing spot. Compared to the bustling streets, the small forest clearing and river provided a welcome feeling of tranquility and peace. With a peaceful sigh Wulfrin leaned back in a lawn chair he had materialized from his inventory and cast his line into the babbling brook, enjoying the peaceful calm. After a few moments, his rod bent as the line went taught. Wulfrin fought with whatever was on the other end. While it didn't give off a sense of fighting like a typical fish,

He was taking it easy because he’d gotten his hands on a new sword. Now that he had a minute to relax, he took a bite into some food and swallowing it. He spent the necessary money to buy this weapon and after that he was pretty much all set to start killing enemies with it. He didn’t try making weapons himself, because he had absolutely no experience in smithing. That would have to change one of these days. He was oh so tired at this point, but he still got up with his sword in hand. He made his way out to practice with the sword a little. Luke soon found himself face to face with a holi

iris had to wait for half an hour to get a reply. it was agonizing, in the mean time. for starters, not only had she chickened out revisiting the message after she'd seen the read notification update in real time in front of her, but also, in anticipating the reply, she'd lingered on the conversation menu for a lot longer than she would've liked to admit was normal for her. five whole minutes, dedicated to watching their chat like a sentry, pretending nothing they'd mentioned to each other on prior days had been anything to fantasize about. no, she was definitely busying herself on p

Wulfrin watched Gob Gob battle a handful of other player, taking mental notes on the goblin's fighting style. It was erratic, unpredictable, almost as if it was changing tactics for each opponent that entered the ring. No effects seemed to harm it and there was suspiciously no health bar. Every contestant left the arena with a varying number of vials like the ones he had been finding in the gifts under the large tree at the center of town. When it came back to his turn to challenge Gob Gob again, he had landed on a new tactic. Wulfrin took his stance, platinum blade beginning to shine with an

The event was still going on in full force. Children ran around the central plaza with newly opened gifts and adults sat around the nearby cafes sipping on coffees and telling stories about their lives both new and old. It was like all of Aincrad managed to forget they were trapped in a death game. Wulfrin smiled. This was what he was trying to create with his own shop that would be opening soon. He wanted to bring a bit of the real world here. He knew the main reason most people chose not to participate in the actual game content was because it was unfamiliar. He wanted to bridge that gap. Wu

12/15/25 - Cutoff Wulfrin | +1 Elixir of Growth {+1800 EXP}, +1 Mon Oscar | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2400 EXP}, +1 Mon Sin | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Vitalis | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Warren | +1 Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP}, +1 Mon Abellio | +1 Demonic Shard, +1 Mon Lysette | +1 Gleaming Scale, +1 Mon Scar | +25 Materials, +1 Mon Acanthus | +25 Materials, +1 Mon Rewards Distributed Total Word Count : 2763 {12/13/25} + 2182 {12/14/25 - Awaiting update via Bael} + 1815 {12/15/25} = 6760

12/15/25 - Cutoff Wulfrin | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+1800 EXP} = 5400 EXP Setsuna | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 7800 EXP Griswold | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 8400 EXP Simmone | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 2600 EXP Shiina | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 7800 EXP ERROR | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+400 EXP} = 1200 EXP Abelith | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP Mokka | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP Ruri | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2200 EXP} = 6600 EXP Anton | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 2400 EXP Lynn | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+800

Back around for another day, his weapon slotted and loaded with a new round of charges. The cylinder spins as its clicked shut, the retractable blade fully outstretched as he'd wait and watch in silence. All the while his eyes dance tracking the moment of players in the ring, trying to find some epiphany along the attacks as they go out. In that study he doesn't notice as the line changes, and eventually he ends up in front. "Oh, right." Hound remarks plainly, gently walking up the steps and lifting the rope like a curtain to pass underneath. That weapon of his begins to glow like a torch, the

A tap of her toes into the street below, with all the revelry and boasts of strength playing as if on record from her surroundings. Again Genma had had his ego demolished by the green titan, and with it his mood that much more sour. Readying herself with a tug of her belt, her gloves and a sharp pull of her boots laces. Haze was ready to get into the ring again. Legs cascade over the rope one after another, and she hops in place wiggling her hands before scrunching them into fists. This makes the red leather gloves screech as tension is applied to them. They begin to glow in azure, a deep almo

A sour note lingering on her tongue from the day before, Aira wanted nothing more then to be useful and aid her fellow players. Her chances before obtaining Barghest were absent, having zero efficiency or experience in the game. The familiar had opened a lot of doors by bestowing her its gift, and in most cases she was far better off. It would seem however like so many before her, that this thing did not falter or languish. Ever stationary and menacing in all of its unwavering luster. Even still, a flare of dark purple necrosis instills her with decay and negative energies. Sprouting canine li

With that same excitable and bubbly personality, HUSH waited eagerly for her turn in line. Bouncing around and giddy all the while. Wasn't often such a weird seasonal holiday event popped up, and the girl was a sucker for them. With the stroke of a tiny hammer and the rattle of a bell, the line shuffles forward in a loose smattering as players discussed tactics. Minutes pass as the line slowly crawls but maintains the same length, and HUSH's position creeps ever closer to the front. After not too long it was now her go, and with a vault she springs into the center. A twist in an elegant but un