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Warren, originally, had zero intent on joining Oscar’s soiree. Helping Abellio pick out his clothes was about as far as he’d wanted to go. He didn’t have anyone to go with anyway. And if he showed up stag to Oscar’s party, the man would never let Warren hear the end of it. It wasn’t as if Warren were setting out to be single, but he just didn’t see the point. Love on the razor’s edge, between people worlds apart with no way to rekindle the flame once they returned home? It just didn’t seem appealing. Why waste time on tragedy. But the more he thought about it, he realized that the pa

“Wouldn’t I be the one holding the-” Oscar’s brow tilted up, his intent dead set on making Lessa’s situation as uncomfortable as possible. “You know, on your fa-” He grinned, shaking his head before the bit went too far. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. He did like wieners. That meant two things. “I’m kidding,” he said quickly. And then, even more quickly, killed another quartet of spiders. “She likes to make that joke about my Hot Dog Stand. But it do. Stand.” He sneered at Lessa, turning his attention back towards Murph as she examined her newly found tablet. Suddenly, he clapped his hands tog

The growl that Kumatetsu cut Astra off with shook the ground around them. Wulfrin grit his teeth as the bear seemed to prepare itself for a much wider and aggressive assault. Wulfrin leapt into action, all previous defensive stances vanishing in the blink of an eye. It was time to push through to the end. The celestial steel blade in his hand hummed to life with a vibrant green, as Wulfrin delivered a massive and heavy downward slash that tore into the furry hide of their current enemy. Kumatetsu's form continued to grow as it reached nearly twice its original size. The oversized grizzly

At Oscar’s mention of his “bunch of idiots”, Murph felt the gentle butterfly-wings flutter of nostalgia in her stomach. Had her dad not referred to his fellow police officers that same way dozens of times as she’d grown up? He’d loved them like family, and while they’d done their job well, they hadn’t taken themselves too seriously. If you can’t laugh at yourself, he’d often told her, then you’re doomed to a pretty miserable existence. Granted, she knew better than to throw herself at the first guild dangled In front of her. She owed it to herself to do her due diligence, and ensure that whate

He is looting the tower Thread Summary EXP Goes here Sinnamon Recieves: 120,000 + Laurel Wreath Rewards Col, 6 Mon Demonic T4 Unidentified Armors - 257005a, 257005b, 257005c, 257005d, 257005-e, 257005-f sent to Guild Vault Dragon's Jewels - 257006a, 257006b, 267006c, 257006d, 257006e, 257006f sent to Guild Vault 10 Tokens

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"Keep the pressure on!" Got it. Kumatetsu began to become more erratic with its movements as Astra and his master chipped away it's health. The beast swiped it's claws in a frenzy, throwing it's massive body at almost any position the two found themselves in. Astra leapt out of the way of its attacks, waiting for the perfect opening to strike again. Kumatetsu's fury was palpable as it narrowly missed the combatants. Eventually it would have to tire itself out or make a miscalculated attack, leaving itself exposed once more. Turning it's attention back to Astra, Kumatetsu barreled fo

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The Blackbook was a flurry of activity. Always was - after last call and after the final patron had made their exit. Work didn’t stop just because the party did. It was a round the clock operation. Drinks and spirits and food needed to be replenished. The song list for the next evening selected. Any repairs left in the wake of rowdy patrons completed. And so it fell to Sin and Warren. Dividing, conquering. She wouldn’t say that the two didn’t get along. But their desire to not be in close proximity to one another just made them work faster. Which, she appreciated. The sooner she got out o

Sunlight had just begun to filter into Lysette’s apartment as the sun rose over Florenthia. A shaft of light settled on his eyes, the warmth and the radiance gently rousing Abellio from his slumber. He stretched out, rubbing his eyes as he fought the entire concept of waking up. He let his arm fall, draping over Lysette’s slumbering frame to his left. Without opening his eyes, he rolled over. His embrace tightened as he cozied up to her. Skin on skin, his head pressed to the back of her head. She stirred. “Watch your hand,” she mumbled groggily. “Unless you want to start something.”

<<Trouble Brewing>> Visionary was back on that grind again. They kinda had to be. A Guild didn’t build itself. And for Oscar’s part, he always found himself surprised at how much effort it took to just build things up. He almost felt bad, calling everyone out to fight these bosses and do these Quest. It was the ass-crack of dawn, after all. By way of apology, he assembled refreshments. Food and coffee to get the blood pumping. He was unaccustomed to feeding so many people, too. Even the most basic steps took a fair amount of prep work. Eventually, they’d reach critical ma