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Thread Closure: Sam | [Word Count: 5129/5 = 1025.8] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 10771 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1615 col, 1 Mon Katoka | [Word Count: 5129/5 = 1025.8] * [True Tier: 7] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 7540 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1131 col, 1 Mon

"Sirs," A member of the scouting parties spoke up as they rushed into the command center. "The Sword has been passed off." "Good," Riardon replied as he continued to examine the map. "Who are comprising the new group of sword carriers?" "Jevi, Adelyte, Kyra, and Hackman." "Understood. Continue to monitor them. We need to keep an eye on that sword. The sooner it gets back to the labyrinth boss room, the sooner the raid team can put an end to this madness." The scout gave a salute before turning around on their back foot and disappearing into the shadows. Riardon turned his a

PH ---- Katoka recovers +6 EN CD: 11 (Rec Proc ID#: 248702) +8 EN Post Action: [x23] ST-B (20 EN + 2 Shift EN) = 2 EN - (Stamina) = 20 EN 2 EN Free Action: None Charge Cooldown: 1/3 ID#: 248703 | BD: 1 Miss [H:7] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 82/102 | DMG: 26 | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 0/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:4] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 161/168 (154+7) | DMG: 24 | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8 | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 4 | BH: 83 | VAMP-D: 83 | PROB: 36 | PARRY | DOT

"The routine helps." she smiled softly into her cup before taking another sip. "When things get too tough, when my thoughts are buzzing in my head like bees, I have to focus on something." It was something that her therapist had taught her back in the real world. It's easier to get a hold on things if you can keep yourself grounded, and the easiest way to ground yourself is to set a routine. She had been younger then, and didn't take what she was told to heart. Now she was a bit older, and was able to see how these things were exactly what she needed. Katoka's eyes widened at the men

PH CHARGED [x18] AOE-II (14 +2 SHIFT) 18+3 (Charge) -21+1(critical) 22 x 26= 572-140=432 ID: 248701 BD: 9 CRITICAL HIT 324 DAMAGE TO BELREGOR 108 DAMAGE TO MARI -26 EN Belregor | DMG: 300 | MIT:200 140| ACC: 5 | BH:50 | ACC:5 | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:50 | HLY +300 | BLGT 4 [64/2] SHATTER -60 (1/3) EN +4 | +Para Venom, +Envenom, +Blight [H:17] KnightessCiela | HP: 924/925(924+1-1) | EN: 53/86(62+4-13) | DMG: 1 | MIT:564 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB:

Mari wasn’t privy to the words exchanged between Lancaster and Freyd. It was a conversation they had before she came back inside. Worry bubbled up inside her. She could take a guess, and it wasn’t pleasant. Mari offers Lancaster a worried glance as words spilt forth from him like a fountain. Lifting a bound hand to gently brush his cheek, unlike him Jubilex allowed her movement - though its inky black tendrils still curled tightly around her fingers in a quiet warning as if to say ‘don’t give these to him’ Mari wouldn’t. Although in the moments that followed she was tempted to do so. To rip a

Walking through the hallway, hamster moving a million miles a second. She tried the whole sleeping thing 2 days ago but she wound up just staring at the ceiling for 3 hours. Shutting the door behind her, starting running the water for a bath. When was the last time she took one, was it when Kat and her decided that they were finally over with? Slinking into the tub, had it really been that long? What if Freyd was right, what if she couldn't actually brink herself to kill another player. It the other games she had played, it was different. They were not death games. Those people out there had f

Looking through the various objects now littering a table that once held a meal, the man gingerly sets a plate to the side. "Suit yourself, figured you could use a battery recharge and something to chew on." The man stands and dismisses his robe with a glance to Freyd, leaving nothing more then a simple long sleeve black shirt and pants, very plain and generic. The sheer tension in the air was so damn thick the man could almost harvest it and brew it into a potion, at it seemed that his no nonsense approach left a number of questions lingering in the air as well as irritation. "Understand that

"Ah shit." Adelyte cursed as the labyrinth was pointed out. Right in the middle of the forest. The forest where she had just come from. "I was going the wrong way.." No matter her little snafu, they were back on track to have the weapon delivered. After passing into the tree line, they had lost sight of the massive cylindrical tower. Did the frontliners really have to climb one of those to get to each boss fight? Adelyte shook away the thought, now wasn't the time to get distracted and start asking stupid questions. Untying the ridiculously long scarf from her forehead, she would fashion

"The closest thing that I have to a daily routine in wake, do guild vault inventory and than practice with CC for a while. The rest of the day I mainly work on my music or trying to write new songs. Let me tell you, he is not as easy as it looks." Sam give a small chuckle as she watches Kat avoid her glances after saying the last thing. "I am okay with it Kat, you seeing someone." It may hurt at first but she wanted to be able to talk about anything with Katoka without their feeling getting in the way. "Like say Lium was being a jackass, I want to come and talk about how he was being a jackass

"Oh honey," Oscar drawled, placing his hand over hers. "Totally pro bono." She spoke of the tragedies. The children on the streets and the lives they were supposed to lead. And it was tragic. Oscar's circumstance was one in a million, lightning striking twice. And she spoke of the light. All of the good things he'd carved out for himself. The lives he touched. The people he'd helped. And it felt good to have someone recognize that. But there was something off about the way she spoke. Only of the things he did in the light. The side of the coin that faced the sun. But they were all only ha

A hefty sigh escaped her, carrying with it relief at the blue haired woman's safety. "Good. Keep an eye out next time. Its a goddamn shit show out there, and you don't want to be catching any strays. And I'm Jevi." she attempted to move her arm, whether to wave or add a gesture to her introduction. It did not matter, because her arm from the elbow down did not move. It looked more like a fish on the end of a hook, weakly flailing. The concerned newcomer, who introduced herself as Kyra wasn't entirely sure where the sword needed to be delivered either. Had only certain players received the ques

Without a hitch, the raid began. Hackman the Scout watched from the cliffside. He counted eighteen players—enough for three strong teams. Almost everyone he had called on showed up, despite the obscurity of his identity and suspiciousness of his message. He made note to thank Bistro for her reliable information and retreated to a safer position. His job was done. He could count on the frontliners to do theirs. In Miremore, war raged on. The flow of combat drowned out the noise of battle. His mind was silent, and every action he took was fully intentional. A few swishes and button pre

Lessa pursed her lips around a contemplative hum. "I am now picturing myself literally gluing you and Jomei together. Nooooot a bad visual." Then her expression relaxed, and she shook her head. "We've already been over this," she drawled. "I could never afford a therapy session with you. You know how you get col in this game?" Without giving him a beat to respond, because of course he knew, she forged ahead. "Well I'll tell you how you get col in this game. By grinding, and by crafting. I do neither of those things, and that makes me a broke-ass bitch." Some of the humor leeched from her

Today's Crafts 248688 CD: 1 +1 LD: 5 Critical Failure - 4 (+3 Ambition) 248687 CD: 11 +1 LD: 12 Perfect (Mast) - 11 (+3 Ambition) 248686 CD: 7 +1 LD: 5 Rare - 8 (+3 Ambition)

She had bent over backwards for months to avoid Floor 3. It was an irrational avoidance, and one she was looking to put to rest quickly. After missing her third wandering mob chose to spend the entirety of its life in the Forest of Wavering Mist, she realized the petty desire to stay far away from the entire floor was impacting her ability to farm some of the harder to find crystals needed for Masterpiece songs. Small doses of exposure seemed to be the best solution. I’ll just wander through Aruyt and look for any important quests I might’ve missed. But it was doubtful. to Acanthus, “impo

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His outburst surprised her. Abellio didn’t really strike her as the type to get bogged down in stuff like that. But it made sense, kinda. She couldn’t really hold it against him. Being starstruck was a real thing and she knew that from experience. But her temper flared when he questioned how fucking important he was. She didn’t let it show. Instead she reached up and clapped her hands down on both sides of his face. “You’re such an idiot,” she said in the sweetest tone she could muster. “Are the details really that important?” Of course they were. He was hurting and it upset her. She

She didn’t give him time to pull back. And that was probably the point. She placed herself right up in his space, her presence forcing him to give her all of his attention. Not an easy task. When she posed her question - spoke her challenge - anything Abellio would have said died in his throat. He would have picked his jaw up from the floor, were he not terrified of getting to close to her as he bent over. “Lydia, I -” “I thought I was pretty clear,” Lydia said quickly. “Really gonna keep me waiting?” Abellio’s mouth closed, his jaw clenched. She had to be fucking with him. Ther

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Wulfrin had been doing a bit of fishing off the shores of the Paradise Islands as he noticed the makeshift party forming. Wulfrin quietly put away his fishing rod and made his way down to Morningstar's side. "Yall crab hunting?" Wulfrin questioned as the group of five gathered around could only mean such a quest was about to be undertaken. "Looks like your party is one support role short. Lucky for you I've been cosplaying a support user lately. If you'll have me, I'll gladly cover the role." Wulfrin was not in any proper hunting attire, dressed simply in street clothes and a couple

POST ACTION: TAKE A DRINK: ID:248654 LD: 3 -Warm sake Mari somehow, somehow felt like she was the most sober of the three - despite having drunk quite a lot - maybe its because she stopped? Arcanthus was still drinking heavily and Mari couldn't help but feel a little worried for the brunette. They now sat in the bar - if one could call it that, the wood was fetid and rotten around them, storm clouds ruptured above with a thunderous cry - an oncoming sign of rain. Mari winced. She didn't want to be here when it started. “In… Indubit…Dubital…. Yea, it’s drinking time.” Ma

7/31/25 (Crafting Respite: 248239, Ambition: 248423, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248655 CD: 7 +1 LD: 6 Uncommon (1) 9 (+6 Ambition) 2 248656 CD: 6 +1 L

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Life so very rarely gave you the opportunity to correct past mistakes. Lydia knew that better than most. Keenly so. Standing here, with Abellio, in repetition of that tiny, significant moment in that cavern was one such time. She could make it right. Actually be the type of confident self-assured woman that she was on stage. Invoke the persona that everyone around her had crafted for her so carefully. But she was terrified. Why wasn’t he saying anything? If he wouldn’t she would. Lydia stepped in closer, bridging what small gulf existed between them. She pressed herself almost e