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Mari had shifted away from @Corvo, "We'll catch up soon - and this time, it won't take me two years." Mari thought about bringing up a joke about her time in jail, but it didn't seem like the time nor the place. She'd tell him later. Mari had to side step Vex, someone she had met once before - as he tore up the dance floor with some rather embarrassing moves. On her way back to the small table where Corvo sat Mari would pick up another drink, followed by a few meat skewers. Approaching Lancaster Mari could tell he was still rather uncomfortable. A frown played her lips. She had hoped he w

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The explanation provided by Mari to outline the utter chaos that unfolded within this sandy beachfront where all manner players continued to pour in like a leaky faucet. Paying the woman a kiss that was a little reluctant given the sharpness of his own tensions. This band of all walks held to revelry that would make even Aincrad's most nefarious blush, the rowdiness and infighting among the crowd was even more untamed and wild which was ironic given the fights would hardly escalate as far. Taking a sip of the Limoncello the woman had already drug tested, not entirely convinced he was welcome h

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Ascalon withdrew his weapon from the woman's back. She collapsed backward, falling to the ground - frozen. His gaze shifted, away from Abellio and Lysette and down to the woman. Did he paralyze her or something? The man squatted down, resting his weapon against his shoulder. "I'm not gonna kill her, if that's what you're worried about. We just need to have a chat," Ascalon said, keeping his eyes trained on the woman. "About what?" Abellio's voice surprised him. It was a more hostile than he intended. Could he chalk it up to the adrenaline? "Don't worry about it," came Ascalon's

Did they do something wrong? The bosses health bar was in the red and barely a blip left. Though, it had been a blip for several attacks now, and with Wulfrin's disabling strike, they would finally have the opportunity to do something without doing nothing. That feeling didn't really seemed to help too much though. What could one do with a boss that didn't want to die? There was a slight thought of doing something stupid again, but that wouldn't work. The boss didn't have a sense of self to even thing of doing such a thing. Also, he felt that certain people in the group would take it to

Jomei didn’t know what to say, Oscar didn’t know what to expect. Seemed like they both had the same idea. But Oscar kept silent, letting Jomei piece the words together. As the ginger spoke, Oscar slowly sipped at his drink. There were a few times where he wanted to butt in, but he didn’t. It was a hard thing to be this upfront. Oscar preferred the “rip the band-aid off” approach, but sometimes it went a little sideways. He was glad this wasn’t one of those times. And he was glad that, at the end of it all, Jomei didn’t have any hard feelings. “None whatsoever,” came Oscar’s rep

Oh, wait. It's next time now. Morningstar had withdrawn from Belregor's proximity. There was something about being within everyone else's strike range while waiting for his own sword arts to go off cooldown. It was for the best, moving away than to stay close to the giant, because Belregor started to sift through the waves of fighters, striking precise targets before taking wing. That was really bad. It was harder for everyone to hit Belregor while in the air, even if he was big enough not to miss. Arabelle ran past him. He watched her bound through air. How did she do that? Mor

PH ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| here | 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental 390 Damage ID:| here | 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| here | 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| here | 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage Elemental #5-

PH ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| 251789 | 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental 390 Damage ID:| 251790 | 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251791 | 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251792 | 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Elemental Dealing 390 Damage Elem

"Came in handy during the Clash." he would admit with a nod. "Went in with my old sword, pop out the other one when they least expected it." Arms rose and crossed at his chest as air puffed from his nostrils. "Honestly, haven't had the opportunity to use it outside of that. Next time I've gotta fill in for damage dealer, I'll remember to give it a few swings." Before business was pleasure, and pleasure, in this case, was a fully stocked bar. And no waiting in line. Sliding into one of the barstools, he'd sit and rest his elbows on the bar top. Eyes would slowly scan the various bot

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Warren had to admit, Kyra’s concerns were valid. Or would be valid if Oscar cared one whit about making that sort of power play. He couldn’t help himself. As the picture of the giant in a constable uniform ticketing some poor soul for jaywalking manifested in his head, he could only laugh. It was rude, he knew. But if Kyra could peer into his mind, he imagined she would laugh at the scene too. “I think you misunderstand,” he said, his voice colored by his laughter. “There’s really only one crime that the most prolific PKK in Aincrad cares about. It’s in the name, really.” He took a sip f

Thread Close: Word count: 1 | [Word Count: 6574/5 = 1314.8] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 1315 EXP Quest rewards: 800 EXP 2000 Col Zackariah’s Special Draught (Each) A ruddy-colored drink mixture that looks like it definitely came out of an apprentice alchemy class. (Tierless Perfect HP Recovery Potion) Initiate’s Draw (Each) Battle Hammer A mundane but reliable bit of gear provided by Lyle Tealeaf for services rendered. T1 Perfect Battle Hammer Dam 3 Big Bertha Braci

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Finding Dorian after leaving the dock behind was almost astonishingly easy. It was almost like a mayor should have a dedicated location and people in town would actually know what that location was, instead of just an almost random alchemist or blacksmith shop. Rey pushed into the town hall, and drew the attention of a receptionist right away. "Hi there, I'm here to talk to Mayor Dorian about a task he gave me?" The young man that was sitting at the table nodded once, then gestured to his side, where there was a large, open door leading into another room that looked like a study from her

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For a long moment Peter and Reytac stared at the chest that Rey had unearthed, and then the old fisherman nudged Rey, nodding his head towards it. He blinked, about to argue that this was supposed to be the stuff for Dorian, but Peter nodded again to it. With a shrug, Rey moved over and knelt by the chest to try opening it. The lock on it didn't look complicated, just a classic, old heavy lock. But Rey didn't have a key or even a pick. As he was trying to figure out what he should do, a salt-weathered hand holding a rock came into his field of view. "Here, lad, this might do the trick."

The old man paused in the middle of hauling a large bag of netting materials off of the boat as Reytac hurried over to him. The net bag slumped onto the brined wood of the dock as he turned to face Rey, a wide smile stretching his weathered face above his long, white beard. Rey couldn't help but feel there was a strong similarity between all three of the NPCs he'd been talking to for this quest - minus Dorian - and wondered if they were brothers. "Ho there lad, what can I do for ye?" At least this one was more pleasant than Lyle had been - and was, for the first time in this quest, actua

With time to kill, Reytac wandered over to a nearby tavern. Unsurprisingly, there were several near the water's edge, fitting what he knew of sailors. So he had his pick, but he just went to the closest one, to get something to munch on while he waited,. Their menu was simple and straight forward, and cheap - perfect for sailors just getting back to land. Rey sat and munched on some fried fish as he watched the people on the dock. It was oddly cathartic to just people watch, even if almost everyone he was watching was an NPC. There was the odd player or two scattered in there as well, bu