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The wild storm battered the cliffs around them with its howling force, the crashing waves and wind rattling the walls as if a wildly scratching animal was trying to get in. Jack still had sand on his shirt, which was picking at the bottom of the wall where he was leaning against the stone. His breathing was even now, adrenaline slowly leaving his system and taking with it only the faint sore feeling of the line of shallow cuts and the tight feeling of his chest. The fight, short as it was, had come to an end. The desert, however, was never done testing them. He glanced at Alinta. She sat

After they had ascertained that Reytac was not any kind of threat, the two skeletal dragons had continued ignoring him, even as he walked in front of them and looked around. He thought he spotted a familiar black-plated figure ahead of him, but he wasn’t sure just yet – and they were talking with another figure, so he wasn’t going to shout out and interject into another conversation. But when the armored figure turned around, he saw Nari’s hair and face, and he smiled slightly and gave her a wave as she called out to him. A Garden? ”Hello to you as well Miss Nari, nice seeing a friendl

Az let out a small giggle as the girl inspected the floor a bit. Some downtime could be good. And yeah, the girl was right about it looking like Alice in Wonderland if you thought hard enough. "Who knows, maybe a bunny would show up at some point," Az said lightheartedly towards the girl. As the girl got up again and pointed out the mask, Az nodded, "Yes, to keep even those amongst us a bit hidden from others," She said, knowing fully well that some people did not want to be seen in these places. The Music was decent enough to dance to, and the steps Az already made in her head were easy

Post Action: Safely Escort Zamek to the Hiding Spot ID:255952 CD:11 - NO DAMAGE “Not angry with you…” Alinta said quietly. Feeling worse now, he thought she was mad at him? Maybe she was, just a little but… She’d lift her head slowly from her knees, then she’d pull her goggles off and wipe them on her top. Alinta began to fiddle with them, thumbs rubbing errant grains of sand from the glass. It was quiet in the little cave, almost cozy…if one could ignore the howling winds outside and the mutterings of the old man next to Scar. Alinta wasn’t sure how to tell him what she was feelin

Post Action: Protection from the Sandstorm Jack couldn't help but chuckle softly when Alinta said they weren't actual players. The tension in his shoulders eased like a bowstring finally slackening. "I didn't think I'd react that way," he admitted, glancing at the sand that was passing over them. The adrenaline was only now fading from his system. "Guess I didn't realize until you pointed it out to me." His voice was half amused, half sheepish. For a moment, he almost looked embarrassed, like a child caught doing something impulsive. "If those had been real players, I probably would'

ID: 255950 CD: 4 No Damage Taken Post Action: Find protection from a sudden sandstorm. The realization that they weren’t players set both of them at ease. Alinta, for she felt far more equipped to handle NPCs, and Scar… she wasn’t sure what ran through his head. His entire body shifted, becoming more fluid in his motions. No longer wound so tight that he may snap. Alinta couldn’t see everything, but his words and cadence seemed to further rattle the opposition. The woman struggled to string together a believable lie but Scar said it with such resolution she almost believed

The forest had gone utterly still. Jack pulled his breath back very quietly. His hand that was holding the weapon tightened. The Nepent kept moving in such a unusual way. The vines were stretching and relaxing, and the mouth was opening and closing looking for food. The place where the liquid had hit hissed more with every droplet. The burned places looked as if they were smoking. He studied its stance carefully. The movement pattern was predictable in structure, slow, with brief intervals of stillness. A patient predator. Its reaction time would likely trigger within a set proximity

Post Action: Interacting with the Bandits Jack's heart was banging in his ears. Every part of his body was tight, wound up like a spring. Although the storm had quieted down to a murmur, the conflict between him and the three bandits seemed to be charged with electricity, it was like the atmosphere before a lightning strike. Not long after, he heard it, a voice of Alinta, calm and somewhat distant. "NPCs.." He stopped moving momentarily. Not players? The realization hit him like a wave. His hand clutching the scimitar's handle was so strong that his knuckles must have been

ID: 255947 - CD:10 NO DAMAGE Post Action: Interact with Bandits "Alinta, can you hear me?" Scar? Why was he here? Alinta felt herself being picked up and pulled into a tight and sweaty embrace. So tight, and so close that she could feel his quickened breath on the back of her neck. It moved her. The woman closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his shoulder, the unbearable heat feeling welcomed in this moment. She heard the hitch in his breath and felt the desperation as he squeezed her tighter. It wasn’t just a simple hug. It was the way she could fee

Post Action: Interacting with the Bandits The‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ desert was like an insatiable beast, devouring them whole. Each wind that blew was almost like a creature of its own, screaming through the sand hills and biting any skin that was not covered with the most sharp grains of the desert. The goggles were of some help, not much though. They were more of a comfort than a true defense, but Jack was thankful for them nonetheless. Anything that made it easier to keep Alinta safe was worth the trouble. He could hardly see her shape next to him through the pouring sand. Small, holdin

The‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ forest had gotten darker. The weak sunlight that managed to pass through the canopy above had a dull, greenish tint, it was completely absorbed by leaves that overlapped each other like the scales of a massive creature that was lying and breathing slowly above. As Jack followed the compass' pulse which was getting calmer and the red glow turning into a very delicate ember, he slowed down his movement. It felt like the right place to begin. He was kneeling close to some moss and removing the upper layer of damp growth with his hand to get the ground underneath. The soil was h

His laugh died down, and was replaced by a quieter, much lower one, something that resembled a growl of amusement. He held her hand tightly, and the little noise of his worn skin against hers was done on purpose, to bring back the reality, "Fake it till you make it?" he quipped, the soft rasp of his voice melting with the music, "You'll find the body remembers things the mind pretends to forget." He moved, not with the sharpness of command, but with the inevitability of gravity. With a single step forward, the touch of the cloth against the other, the gap between them disappeared. Jack le

Post Action: INTERACTING WITH THE BANDITS ID: 255944 CD: 5: No Damage For a man on his deathbed, Zamek sure could move. His little waddled footsteps shifted him ahead of the unlikely pair. Seemingly unaffected by the storm that lifted burning sands up and around her. "O-oww..." She'd yelp and flinch as it whipped against her bare skin. She shifted closer to Scar, wrapping two arms around one his, held tight to him as she let him take the lead. "Hah..." She would curl into him tighter. The irony not lost on her as she made a small joke. "This...is kinda like the dance no?" She had to co

Mari turned on her burner; set it to low and picked up a beaker, setting it up above the burner. "So what I use...is essentially the enchantments or enhancements professions hold. For instance..." She'd hold up a small gem. "This here? Paralyze. If I crush it up and mix it with a diluted mix of nitric and hydrochloric acid." Mari paused. Not sure if he'd care, or catch on. "The same mix they use to test if gold is real or not." Mari would drop the little gem into the beaker and swirl it around with a glass rod. Eulogy was being rather chatty now - but...Mari had to admit it was nice to show s

Silence settled between the two, and Alinta was grateful for it. Her heart beat hard in her ears, causing her head to throb. Why did she do that? She wouldn't ever be so bold. She wasn't drunk, right? She couldn't get drunk - she hadn't done the quest. Was it the club itself? A frantic glance over the dance floor...there were many people being a little more...intimate than what normal society would deem acceptable. Was that it? Alinta quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned her hand and let her fingers against her lips. She had his fingers in her mouth When was the l

Post Action: «Zamek» moves slowly through the desert. Mile One. The air seemed to change to a bite right after they took their first step from the shadow of the outpost. What had been thick and hot air was now very dry and it felt as if the sun's rays had been focused right on the spot. Heat was shimmering over the sands like some elusive image of the desert was being formed from the melting of the gold. It looked as if each and every one of the sands grains was alive, running, rolling, hissing in between their boots, where the first edge of the storm could already be seen. Jack, Sca

As Jack traveled deeper into the woods the surrounding world seemed to shrink. The air concentrated, beautifully smelling of wet wood and earth, a silence that muffled everything except his breath. He brought the compass back into his view, seeing the color red from the glowing light flicker slightly along with the slight movement of the needle. The tool was now very firm, indicating the center of the forest in front of him. The path behind him had already disappeared. Roots, similarly to fingers of a skeleton, were quietly taking back the path. It seemed that the forest itself was agains

Post Action: Roleplay speaking to <<Zamek>>. "Evil?" Alinta would say innocently, and it was genuine. She had thought the ice would help alleviate the heat, not cause such a visceral reaction. "If I recall...." A finger pressed to her lips as she tapped them once, then twice. Swinging bare legs back and forth, allowing strapped sandals to hang loosely off her feet. "You were the one wearing the sinners mask." A hand splayed across her chest. "And I, naught but the innocent saint, tangled in a spiders web." She'd end her grand statement with a light laugh, seeing him relax ba

The chill that went down his spine, was too quick to count. Jack was unsure for a moment, tightening his muscles, while directly after, a quick hiss comes out of his breath as the melting ice quietly moves down his chest. "You-" He bit back a laugh, as his shoulders trembling he bends his head lower, trying to intercept the dripping which he thought by the look of it would descend further. "You're evil, you know that?" Still sitting in his armchair, he brought his hand over the back of his neck, as if the cold which had caught him there, could be drive away with a touch. The desert heat r

"Remind me to thank him if I ever meet this Raidou," Mari turned to glance at Azhoda, right.... who knows what would have happened to her if Raidou hadn't sent Mari off to investigate the area. "I'm sure you would have found your way out." Best not dwell on it, best give her words of encouragement instead of a grim possible truth. There was never any reason to dwell on what ifs, and situations that never happened. That was aforementioned Raidou's forte, not hers. "He's usually floating around, all over the place really. Raidou runs Firm Anima - probably the largest guild in Aincrad. So i

Thread Summary Word Count EXP (WPE): [1425]/5 = 285 Pages Col (PC): 400 * 0 (20 Posts) count = 0 <<Luke Pendragon>> receives the following: Tier: 1? EXP: [285 * 1] + [800] + [other bonuses] Col: 2000 + 50 (treasure chest) Mats: 2 Uncommon Consumables (Treasure chest) + 1 (Forraging) Items: o Tierless Perfect HP Recovery Potion) o T1 Perfect [Heavy Armor] with x2 slots Thorns (18*tier) and x1 slot Mitigation (6*tier) o (5x) T1 Rare Vitality Consumable (Snack) Other Thread Rewards: N/A

Scar wasn't like her. He was consistent. Stable. Secure. Far more grounded than her constant flittering between confidence and apprehension. "If you're that uncomfortable, I don't mind you changing." A pause. "I mean waiting for you to change, into something more appropriate. But - after this quest...apparently we won't feel the heat as much." She glanced down at her own attire, far more suited for a stroll down the boardwalk by the beach, not a trip to the desert. Still. Far cry better than what he was wearing. "Respectfully Scar..." She'd say picking up her glass and finishing it off,

Jack was silent for a moment. The music was suggestive and sensual and a kind of cardiac rhythm. The speed of the music seemed to increase, it looked like it was very much affected by the small Alinta that was already going. The crimson hair of the lady with the amazing smile was reflecting the chandelier light similar to a small flame. Jack stood there, momentarily robbed of words, a faint grin ghosting across his lips. She had taken the strawberry, and his composure, in one motion. "You.." Jack was opening his mouth to say something but eventually he just broke out in laughter. Amu

His head was actually cooled down by the glass and he could not help but pull a short laugh through his throat. The droplets which were flowing down his neck trailed through the desert heat for just a second before they disappeared into the dark fabric of his shirt. "Guess I had that coming." he said, still chuckling as she set the glass down. He took the glass and took a sip, letting the sweetness wash away the dryness from his mouth since the time of their arrival, to spread in his mouth. The flavor was even lighter than he had expected, fresh, citrusy, and very slightly sour. He looked