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12/14/25 - Cutoff Acanthus | Ignored until filled in, please contact a member of staff to receive rewards after post is filled. Setsuna | 4 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 10400 EXP Griswold | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 2800 EXP Simmone | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 7800 EXP Shiina | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP} = 7800 EXP Scar | 5 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 4000 EXP ERROR | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+400 EXP} = 400 EXP Celeste | 3 * Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP} = 8400 EXP Abelith | 1 * Elixir of Growth {+800 EXP} = 800 EXP Mokka | 1 * Elixir of Growth

12/14/25 - Cutoff Acanthus | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2200 EXP}, +1 Mon - Note: Please repost your statblock including true tier, as well as include Elixir of growth formula to prevent digging. Scar | +1 Gleaming Scale, +1 Mon Bael | Skipped until Post filled in, please contact a member of staff to receive rewards after post filled. Setsuna | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP}, +1 Mon Griswold | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP}, +1 Mon Simmone | +1 Candied Bacon [259347a], +1 Mon Shiina | +1 Elixir of Growth {+2600 EXP}, +1 Mon ERROR | +1 Platinum Ticket [259349a] {1/1}, +1 Mon Cele

Ruri kept her hood tight against the back of her head, her hands seeking her pockets to solve two problems. To stave off the cold of the floor that was starting to build with the snowfall, and to feel safe in her cloth shelter. The little piles of gifts seemed unending, like a forest of whimsy. Ruri cannot help but randomly trip on something she doesn't quite catch with her eyesight cut rather short. Her irritation has her slow, the gift from yesterday still peeling at her subconscious. Leaning down she plucks the thing up with half a mind to throw it as far as she could. But something deep in

“NO no not that” continuing a conversation through the chatter in her chat. Nearly skipping through the building with a huge smile painted on her face. “Thanks for the bits Ozo” saying as she walks into the room with a tree. “Pretty cool, don't you think, chat?” The chat is flooded with smiley faces and hearts. Sitting on the ground in front of the tree as she would scan the present to see where hers was. “What do you think I will get?” She would ask out loud, allowing the answers to go wild with suggestions. Laughing as she seemed to be staring up “Don’t be silly” as she would find something

The rattle of the rusted chain around her neck, still affixed to the collar that was locked around it. Abelith found all these seasonal chirping to be a little too much to bear, yet had heard rumor that the gifts really were pretty neat. Eyes dance like a hunter through the sea of hues and tinsel, the color of the tree a spectacle in of itself. It isn't too long before she spots it blatantly, the one addressed to her as if it had expected her arrival and search. At the base of one of the large columns of presents, she pulls it free causing the thing to crumble like a janga tower. A lift of her

Pushing into the building and sitting in front of the tree where presents were littered beneath it. Scanning the present to find the one that would be gifted to her. It was a mystery who the hell gave out free shit, it was a swine dude but she was not sure how it worked exactly. Free shit was free shit though. Eyes fell upon a small box. At first she thought it might be jewelry or something because it was so small. Taking it into her grasp, she would open the little green box. It was a little difficult with it being so small and she didn’t have the patience for this let alone anything else tha

The figure wades easily through the masses virtually unnoticed, as it scans the mounds of shades and seasonal sensation. All the while it seems to be searching, coined by the tilt and turn of that hood it sported. Leaning low as it moved, it seemed to be moving with motive. Setting its sights on an unassuming yet alien in its plain appearance. The small box plucked from the road, garbled language upon its surface to denote its receiver. A click of the latch and its slid open. Inside the faintest flicker of white that breaks the moment it is exposed and peered upon. Another gift that was destro

A chipper stroll through the waves of seasonal hues. The crowd was filled with cheer. Laughter, sobs of joy and conversation ran rampant through the air making a white noise irreplaceable from the real world. Shiina had gotten one hell of a gift yesterday, and based on that her demeanor held a certain calm that she normally did not hold. Scanning the blanket of color, she'd search deeply with cursory glances. Eventually she spots it, the little cursive scribble across the paper without a sticker. Sliding past a group of players between her and it, she wades through and has to mount and climb a

Taking a seat just beside the tree, taking a deep breath. The last thing she got sent her through a wave of emotions. She was curious to know what the present would hold this time. Eyes wander over the many gifts under the tree, it didn’t take much time to see something glow to let her know hey this is mine, pick me. Grabbing it lightly, it was a black wrapping paper this time with a red bow. Pulling the red ribbon loose as the box would collapse to the ground. Inside it would reveal a scale. One of the old, to find the balance of something worth. It could have multiple meanings but with her b

Back for a second helping digging through the smattering of multi colored piles, Griswold had more then appreciated the last gift he'd received from this place. The masses of presents didn't seem to empty nor reduce no matter how many gifts were claimed, which meant it was regaining mass as time ticked on. Either that or each time a gift was removed another spawned to take its place. Finding the one labeled for him, this one a bit more well kept then the other he scans the bronze looking paper that shined when the light hit just right. Making it look almost metallic. Tearing off the cover, he'

Walking to the tree, it looked rather plain, un-extraordinary. This was becoming more of a chore than anything and if she was being honest she did have other better things to do than opening presents. She was only doing this simply for the fact that she could use some of the things that popped out of these things. Sitting, folding her legs beneath her as her eyes would creep over the gifts to find hers. A small glowing light to signify just that, she would pick it up and place it in front of her. A purple paper wrapped in the form of a cube, tearing it open in a swift one swipe motion. Taking

A puzzled look smeared across his face, his right hand pinching his chin while the other is tucked into his coat. "Interesting." is all Hound can express trying to make head or tails from what the reasoning behind its durability was. He was starting to get the gist that there was zero way to take this thing down. Ripping the saber out of his sleeve, it grows with a flick down like a baton. A spin of the cylinder at its cross guard, he counts the charges and sets it to use one in particular. Helping himself into the ring patiently, without too much in the way of boasts or anger. "I'll give this

A pull of the wrist bands of her gloves, Haze was looking forward to this all morning. Again Genma was hooting and hollering when he showed back up at the compound. Expressing his irritation vocally and physically, bringing Haze to further appreciate Gob Gob's ability to get under the general's skin. Plucking the cigarette from her mouth, she tosses into the road at her side before stomping it with her boot. A hefty lunge, she squares up and dances between her feet rubbing her nose with her right thumb. Those fists of her become filled with sapphire colored light, and she closes in and begins

Walking past a build as a notification would pop up. With a bit of curiosity she would open it and find a simple requirement that was deemed somewhat useless but with a promise of grand rewards. It would put her off schedule a little but she would try it. Walking into the threshold, and through a door. Inside was a dummy that needed to be smacked, “Please, I need your help Barghest” saying in a very small voice as she glows purple for only a split second before her frame comes back into vision that looks like a humanoid wolf. Holding out her hand in front of her as a ball of purple swirling li

As a bolt clatters to the rings floor, the fight was in her court. A deft jump into a curl, she spirals in a ball into the ring and flings open for the landing. Gracefully she waves as her arms flare open to stable her. "Sup?" HUSH chirps to the goblin king, who probably recognized her from yesterday's try. Her hands spin and in the palm of her hands in a silverish purple flash her hand scythe appear. They bloom with faint light, and with a twist one flies in a spiraling toss. Like a spinning razor it grinds, as HUSH bounds into the air and drags the other straight down in a one to punch. The

Pushing a single strand of hair she carefully walks through a hall. It was said that whatever this was gave amazing loots and that is all she saw this as a dollar sign. Stopping in front of the door that she was supposed to be walking through, taking her small cross bow from her leg as she would quickly push the door open aim and shoot at the dummy. A small powdered impact, it looked like it hit but didn’t really do much. Shrugging her shoulders as she clings the weapon back to her leg. She had to meet back up with John, the bar was going to be opening soon and there was still some prep that n

A crack of his knuckles with his morning training making his chiseled body gorged and primed to strike. A hop over the ropes, he tightens the bands around his hands and feet to form fit them. His right hand forms a fist and is jabbed into his left palm in front of his chest. Pressing his arms into his sternum, he folds in half and presents his hands in a formal bow. A rip of his right fist back to his waist, it burns bright in orange gold like a held sun. His other hand has that light fill up and coat the bottom of half. Suddenly after a sharp exhale, his legs move and the palm leads the assau

Walking steadily through the threshold of the building, into a room with the dummy that he intended to help destroy. This was not on the regular agenda and there was no other task as of right now. This was something that he would do for himself and his little girl. Pulling the cloth over his mouth, leaning low as twin tanto twist between both sets of fingers. lunging forward at the man made dummy, as little bits of something fly off in every direction. Sliding back as he would stand straight up with a blank look painted over his face. Pulling the cloth down as he sheaths those weapons and look

That adaptability of hers had her sporting three different weapons she was aiming to try. Stepping into the ring, a resolute expression drawn across her face. A broad sword falls down to her right side, and a flicker of maroon has her make a rapid swing. The gap closes in ruthless efficiency, and mid swing the weapon is released as her hand opens. It flies out of the arena, grinding along the stone street. The sword art halts skipping over her stasis, and without pause another weapon is produced without hesitation, turning quickly into a rapier that is jabbed forward. It isn't but a single mom

The clown wanted to turn that frown he wore the other day upside down. Irritated and yet still sporting that chipper whimsical appearance, he'd smile wide with a bow the moment he stands opposed to Gob Gob. His hands open palm forward and with a flick from his sleeves enters a fan of metallic playing cards. "Is this your card?" Tybalt eyes curiously across them, pointing to each to no response. The utter lack of dignity and respect for the arts makes his body tremble with outrage. Clasped between his index and middle finger, the card gestured to is plucked from his grasp. Its washed in a pale

Post Action | Opening Gift - ID: 259335, BD: 10 | CD: 10 | LD: 15 PH * * * Bael | HP: 200/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 23 Today's Present: Demonic Shard WC: -

Post Action | Attacking Gob Gob (12/14/2025) - ID: 259334, BD: 7 | Dealing [x15 ST-II] * 13 = 195 DMG --> 3 Elixir of Growth {200 EXP} = 600 EXP Bael lingered at the edge of the boxing arena, half-shrouded by the low wooden fencing and the constant murmur of gathered players. The crowd’s attention had just begun to wane as a tall, muscular man stepped away from the ring, shoulders squared, chest rising and falling from exertion. Victory or defeat, Bael didn't care which it had been. What mattered was the opening left behind, the brief lull where the world assumed the spectacle was over

The large man with enough violence to fill it from head to toe. Yesterday, this thing had made a mockery of what would normally leave heads to roll. Both figurative and literal. A bend of the ropes and a toss of his legs over, he lands with a crash. His hands drop low and a silver headsman slams heavily into the white mat, as Genma's ego plasters a grim smile across his lips. A heft of that axe up above his shoulders, his hands tighten around the grip as a thicker deep red film encases the polished silver edge. Within moments like a ravenous animal, blow after blow collides in an onslaught. Sp

Moments after Hiroshi escaped the ring, Rosaria was primed and already drawing her polearm from her back. The thing was quite long, mainly because she wanted to keep her aggressors far beyond what a sword would allow. The thing charges in a reddish pink, as she squares up and aims the blow. Her weapon flares as her stamina takes a nose dive. A jerk of her weapon with her arms leaning forward, somewhat showing it wasn't often that she had to use it. The attack blazes on and clips Gob Gob in a peck, glancing off and sliding into its arm pit. Not a scratch, no health bar appears, nothing. Despite

This was not something that he typically did. It was not a place that he would normally go. This was a complete oddity to his normal day. It was said that he could possibly get some things that could help with his studies, this was the only reason he was here. It was said that the only thing that he needed to do was attack an inanimate object, it would seem too easy with the rewards that were promised but he would do it anyway. Who knows, it might prove to be fruitful. Walking into the room seeing the dummy, he would take his sickle from the inner strap and thrust forward. Bluish green energy