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The man offered to send Mari a name, if he ever remembered it. "Yes, do that. I'm not sure I am fond of knowing someone is out there tryin' to get people to come to me." There was something that wasn't quite right about it. Was someone trying to watch her? Was it Laughing Coffin? "Hey." Mari said, pausing to fully turn and face the man. "This woman." It was a long shot, but Mari needed to start narrowing things down. "Do you remember anything else about her? Who she was hanging out with? The colour of her cursor?" Mari's questions came out hard and fast, almost snappy - but it wasn't out of a

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"Mon-ah." The monument to everyone who had died, and what they had died to if it was known. So Reytac was actually walking with someone who, from her own words, was the cause of many names on the monument. But at the same time - she was calling them rumors, and while she was matter-of-fact about it, she didn't seem to take any pride in her name being on there. He also noticed that her eyes kept tightening ever so slightly whenever he started speaking for longer than a few words, so he resolved to keep what he said to a minimum around her for now. "If I remember her name I'll try to send

He confirmed Mari's suspicions. He had absolutely nothing. Nothing in his inventory, wearing nothing of import, his weapon was nothing and Mari was beginning to suspect his brain was also nothing. Or maybe he was just overwhelmed. Mari bit her tongue. She had to try to be cordial. Her social batteries were running on low, lower than low. So any little thing bothered her right now, and it really wasn't fair to take it out on Raymond, or whomever this man was. "The first person?" Mari asked, shaking off her frustration to lean into curiosity. Had he really not spoken to anyone? For years? "

"I don't have much in terms of anything , yeah." Reytac paused a moment to pick up the other four trinkets that fell into the snow with soft thuds after Mari pointedly ignored them. It was bizarre to him to see these things be left behind so casually, but they didn't even seem to register to her notice as valuable. Still, he said wasn't going to complain about what was essentially, free loot. A scene from a show he'd watched in real life came to mind, of a cartoon dog following behind a hero and picking up all the shiny baubles left behind in the wake, and one corner of his mouth twitched upwa

The man followed Mari, he seemed to struggle with talking - Mari tried not to think too much of it. She usually struggled too. She wasn't the best at conversing with others. "It's really nothing." Mari said with a small shrug as he scrambled to pick up the items. She could always throw more unidentified items at Star, or Wulfrin, or even Hirru. But she had a very large backlog already. Mari had exactly what she wanted in terms of armour, and so did Lancaster- so beyond building up a second - she had no real use for them. "You don't really have much in terms of armour. Or Weapons." She'd pause

Given to @Razor Rhino's Horn (4) | [252295a] [252295b] [252295c] [252295d]

Blacksmithing: 9/4/25 - Unevaluated Storing Roll 252323, Perfect T1 Heavy Armor, (CD:12, LD: 5)

9/4/25 (Crafting Respite: 248570, Ambition: 250717, Chef's Kitchen (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Cooking Spit (Tablet) | +1 CD) Cooking (For Remaining EXP needed) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 252317 CD: 1 +1 LD: 1 Critical Failure (1) 7 (+6 Ambition) 2 25231

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 252316, CD: 12 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed A coy smile as the woman ran her finger across the Witch's cauldron, finding what was inside less appetizing to the palette. In her hand however was an array of purple filled vials, exactly what she was hoping to obtain. "Gladly." Simmone remarks toward the blonde, lifting the point of her weapon up. "It'll be quick. One day you will give us this recipe and we won't need to keep kicking down your door. Unless of course you start causing problems." The black cat explained to the NPC, a pair of witches having a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 252313 | CD: 1 (No Rec Proc) Rushing up the stairs with the others while Setsuna takes a different entrance. The door slams open with the help of Raidou and that is when she sees data spraying out from where her arm use to be. Freya couldn't help but laugh at the scenery. It was hilarious. The woman starts to climb out the window as apparently she thought it was her best option given that the doorway was blocked. Freya rushes in, grabs her robe and jerks her back. Pulling her scythe up putting the rounded sharp part against her neck causing the woman to back up so

*New Round Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP, Charge CD [2/3] Ripping up the tower without much issue, Setsuna scales from foothold to foothold in bounds. Her hands clasp the rim of the overlooking window, and her legs are tossed over the side. The witch wasn't even aware of her presence, overlooking a bubbling green cauldron as she stared intently into it. A book in her hand, one that mirrored the gateway into her little tower if you didn't know precisely where it was. But the guild more then knew. Setsuna creeps toward her without a sound, her eyes glowing bright as her k

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 252292, CD: 3 (No Proc) With the enemy forces being driven to pieces by the group, the short trip was being clipped ever shorter. The man glances up the tower, strolling across the field and using a single well placed kick to knock down the door. "Behind that cabinet." Raidou mutters plainly with a point with his eyes lit up green, having already detected where she had stashed the goods. A ring of his blade up toward the rafters cold clocks one of the primates straight up into the ceiling causing it to flatten out on it. The others are dragged along

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 252306, CD: 9 (+8 EN), Charge CD [2/3] Their journey had easily transitioned up to floor 24, given how short of a transit it was to the warp pad in coral from the coliseum. The players had already done a fair job of dealing significant structural damage, yet the crowd seemed to enjoy their show regardless. Simmone exhales as Setsuna moves on without a moment of pause, offering none of them little reprieve. The guild grouping was always so driven to each objective, and Simmone didn't expect much less. The forest of memories was a place to which they

Quest Objective | Defeat at least 2 Flying Monkeys and 1 Elite Flying Monkey per player participating in the thread Standard Recovery +4 EN, 252297 | CD:4 (Not Rec Proc) Getting closer to the now dead Rhino, looking into the ice its head was detached. "Cool, okay witch bitch time" she says as she makes her way out the large doors that were working on opening. After some time of walking, the others were following quickly behind. Through the misted forest, the tower could be seen just in the. Screeching can be heard, that was when she picks up the pace and starts running. Arriving a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +41 HP Like a phantom Setsuna appears midair, as the very mist seems to coalesce into a center point to create her body. Her weapon held out in front of her, she rips the sheathe from it using her left as the handle is hovered with her right. "Mortal Erasure: Iai." Setsuna whispers giving the functional queue for a rather nasty art to blink into activity. Her eyes burn hot in a cool cyan tone, leaving a trail as she descends. Before a heartbeat, an explosive line is drawn causing the ground to become sleet. Piasuhon is frozen solid in the blink of a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 252292, CD: 3 (No Proc) The slow steps of the nomad as he'd move on the diameter to cut off the charging beast. Auric Sunlight surges with intent as its lifted in a spin, like a batter coming to plate. The man pushes against the lenses on his nose sending a white reflection to shield his eyes. His stance widens as the beast continues following the rounded wall. The blade comes up and takes to a 45 degree tilt, vibrant in a deep blue. Raidou steeled himself as the gap would begin to close. 20 ft. 15 ft. 10 ft. 5, 4.... Within the final foot his skill