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"Won't cost you a thing," she countered cheerfully. "And whatever ice cream we don't eat tonight will just go back in my freezer. To be consumed later. By me. Probably in one sitting." She was so busy chattering away, adjusting the pints of ice cream in the plastic bag, that she missed his approach. But she certainly did not miss the playful gleam in his eye when she finally turned to him, and let her gaze climb up. "Normally, I would fight you for it," she replied matter-of-factly. "Tooth and nail, to the death. It would be brutal." Lessa placed an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the word,

“Fishing huh?” Mari gave him a warm smile, shifting her gaze out the kitchen window to overlook the lake. “I’d…like that a lot.” His lingering gaze toward the basement did not go unnoticed. "If you really want to look. Go ahead, but I assure you it's literally a table in the middle of the room. I've yet to push it up against the wall, and a box of old notes from my shop. So I can try to keep track of things on a floor that doesn't...." She rolled her wrist. "Yanno, literally sap the mental strength from you." She pointed toward the basement as she knelt by the oven. "Go ahead. " An o

To @Ariel - The Crowned Lion Jukusu + Sakana - T4 Demonic Feast | ACC II, Protein II | ID: 247994

A total stranger trotting down the road caught his attention, a prickly quality about her standing out as she apologized for something. “Mari, Ariel, Freyd… Good to be questing with you all again. And Freyd, you seem… expressive today.” Eyes widening, Freyd looked behind him, genuinely expecting to find another Freyd standing behind him, like he’d somehow become his own very unsteady shadow. A hand landed on his back, reassuring him it wasn’t so, goofy grin restored. "Freyd? Good to see you." “Tanjaween… hic,” was all he managed, grinning goofily while overly distracted by

Unfathomable, yet to see Mari be so domestic was unquestionably heartwarming. Taking the black nectar-filled mug, her choice of flavour shots was hardly missed and thanked with a slight raising of the vessel in salute. How had they come so far from the yesterdays when regrets kept them farther at bay from each other than steel pikes might have managed? Shimmering green, her eyes spoke volumes at the bottle received and placed in prominent honour on her brand new mantle, next to her favoured and visibly restored instrument. So much renewal… “Thank you.” She whispered softly, “Really

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Name: Hard-Boiled Egg Profession/Rank: Rank 10 Cook ID/Roll: 247983-1, 247983-2, 247983-3, 247983-4 | CD: 6+1, LD: 19 Item Type: Meal Tier: 4 Quality: Rare Enhancements: ACC I, Protein I Description: The incredible, edible egg. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17990-f01grandmaster-cook/?do=findComment&comment=699089&_rid=8792 Name: Blue Cow Profession/Rank: Rank 10 Cook ID/Roll: 247985 | CD: 11+1, LD: 6 247986-1, 247986-2 | CD: 11, LD: 13 Item Type: Meal Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: ACC I, Protein II Description:

Fusions T4 Heavy Armor Uncommon [247969] + Uncommon [247970] + Rare [247971] = Perfect [247989] T3 Heavy Armor Rare [247973] + Rare [247975] = Perfect [247990] * * * New Items Armour of the northern ice-dragon | T4 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 247989 | MIT 3 Desc. An elegant suit of plate armor made from the silver scales of a northern dragon and the skillful craftsmanship of Sentinel Armaments Axe of the northern ice-dragon | T4 Perfect Two Handed Axe | ID 247979 | DMG 3 Desc. An axe built to match the armor from the same set name. Its blade is a mixture of w

Crafting on 7/16/25 used 5 materials, 1 shard

DATE: [7/4/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3645/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop +2 EXP per craft Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 4 | +4 crafting attempts Crafting T4 [Heavy Armor]s: ID 247969 | CD 7 | Uncommon ID 247970 | CD 6 | Uncommon ID 247971 | CD 8 | Rare Crafting T3 [Heavy Armor]s: ID 247972 | CD 6 | Uncommon ID 247973 | CD 10 | Rare ID 247974 | CD 2 | Salvage | LD 7 | Material Saved ID 247975 | CD 9 | Rare Crafting T4 [Axe]s: ID 247976 | CD 2 | Salvage | L

"Heh..." Arms still crossed. Body still casually leaning. The faceless woman had played her part and showed remarkably little surprise at the firebrands' predictable bravado. The book had proven accurate, as it always did. Lancaster would revel in his act of rebellion, preferring dramatic action over brains. Sometimes it worked, but that was more a biproduct of daring than anything impressive. Luck is not a plan. And when his headstrong finally cleared whatever crimson haze of rage had cleared his pulse-addled head, he would recall Opal and the rest. If his assumptions were correc

"I uh," Wulfrin stammered for a minute, trying to find the best way to explain how he kept his fishing rod in the extradimensional space that was his inventory. "I mostly use a fishing rod and line. I can just use a bit of magic to keep it stored away for easy access at any time." Wulfrin was in awe at the expansive landscape around him. The forest was tranquil and calm, instantly reminding him of his favorite fishing spot on floor 1. The ambient sounds of the world around him only reinforced this longing. With the wave of his hand, a well used rod appeared that was freshly baited and rea

"He's hot as fuck," Oscar cut in. "There's very few guys I'd clown with in this god-forsaken game, but damn it I would play the xylophone on the man's abs." He held his tongue after that. It was important that she talk this out. Sometimes, putting it all into words - or the best string of words you could manage, because she was failing tremendously - help work through a problem. But she found her stride. It was no real secret to him that Lessa had struggled in her romantic life. Oscar had been lucky to find someone that he resonated with so quickly. But it had been an uphill battle for he

"Shame you've had your fill of hot dogs, I was rather hoping we could fuck up every room in the house," Oscar said flatly. Casually, almost flippant in tone. It was a pipedream, of course. It was a big house. They'd only managed to make a mess in the foyer and hallway. At their current pace, it might take weeks. Not that he would mind. But scheduling and other obligations kept him from really sinking his teeth into that fantasy. Still, he wanted to float it. If only to make her squirm with the idea of it. She was good at that. Very good. So Oscar would not let the opportunity to provoke that p

Ariel watched from a curtain of hanging moss, motionless as the stones beneath the forest floor. Dracul and Sewallus stood locked in their duel of wills, their howls tangling in the rain-soaked air. The Monkey King’s hesitation was a frayed thread. She would cut it. She moved. Not with Shadowflame’s hunger—not yet—but with Shirajishi-ryū’s lethal grace. Her blade slid from the saya without sound, a sliver of darkness against the gloom. She struck low and deep, aiming for the tendon behind the beast’s knee. Shink. Black blood sprayed. The beast howled, buckling. Not enough.

The forest’s breath felt heavy as wet wool against my skin. Sewallus walked at my shoulder, his battleaxe scraping against moss-covered roots with every step. Maugre trailed behind us, his bright cape snagging on ferns like a clumsy afterthought. The boy’s earlier swagger had dissolved into nervous silence. I could almost taste his fear—sharp as unripe berries. "Sewallus," I said, my voice cutting through the drumming rain. "When the Monkey King came for you—did it speak?" He stiffened. "Speak? No. It screamed." His knuckles whitened on his axe haft. "Like metal tearing. And its eyes

The damp air clung to Ariel's indigo kimono as she approached Remington's firepit. The zoologist hunched over his sketches, pipe smoke coiling around his head like a shroud. At her side, Kimba's white fur bristled at the scent of fear-sweat and damp parchment. "Here to interrogate the coward?" Remington rasped, not looking up. His quill stabbed at a rendering of simian musculature, ink bleeding like old wounds. "The Monkey King's patterns," Ariel stated. Moss muffled her footsteps, but the inverted V of her crimson cape caught the dim light like a warning flag. A bitter laugh. "

"I've heard..." Wulfrin hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. "Rumors of the All Hammer's ailments. Yet despite all his set backs, he still maintains the fire within his forge. I only hope my skills can prove worthy of the summons." Wulfrin followed his satyr up the stairs of Mount Olympus. Why couldn't they have an elevator in Aincrad like depicted in his favorite fiction series growing up as a kid? The stairs were steep and yet Wulfrin pushed on, keeping pace with his half-goat guide. They were well beyond the clouds by the time they came to rest. There was no break, just pure m

Rain kissed my cheekplate, cold and constant. Florenthia’s mossy edge yawned before me, the village’s rope bridges swaying like drunken ghosts in the gloom. Guardian’s Oath pulsed against my forearm—a low, warm thrum that echoed the forest’s own heartbeat beneath my boots. Roots listen here, Ariel had said. I felt them now, coiled and watchful in the wet earth. A sharp crack of snapping twigs. I whirled, shield rising. A boy emerged from ferns tall as spears. Pink hair curtained one yellow eye, absurd against the forest’s weeping greens. Amethysts glinted on his too-bright cape. Kimb

She hasn't been inside the main setlement of floor 1 for a while, things remained... unchanged. At least that was what she would see from the rooftops at first glace, in a sprint towards the marker on her HUD. She would land in front of the restaurant that was in fact NOT a hot dog stand, as the name suggested. She exited her stealth state and walked inside, greeting the owner: "Hello, I need to following..." she said with a smile, leaving a piece of paper on the counter with some jotted scribbles saying: She then fiddles with her interface and transfers 1x Demonic shard to the ow

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