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9/18/25 - Unevaluated Stored Rolls: 253581, Rare T2 Dagger, (CD:8+1, LD: 9) + 253582, Rare T2 Dagger, (CD:10+1, LD: 18) = 253581, Perfect T2 Dagger 253584, Rare T2 Rapier, (CD:9+1, LD: 13) + 253585, Rare T2 Rapier, (CD:10+1, LD: 15) = 253584, Perfect T2 Rapier 253587, Perfect T2 Straight Sword, (CD:11+1, LD: 17) 253592, Perfect T2 Curved Sword, (CD:11+1, LD: 7) 253594, Perfect T2 Polearm, (CD:12+1, LD: 16) 253595, Perfect T2 Hammer, (CD:11+1, LD: 19) 253599, Perfect T2 Hammer, (CD:11+1, LD: 1) 253600, Rare T2 Whip, (CD:9+1, LD: 8) + 253601, Rare T2 Whip, (CD:9+1, LD: 19) =

9/18/25 (Crafting Respite: 249053, Ambition: 250746-1, Forge (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 53585 CD: 10 +1 LD: 15 Rare - 11 (+6 Ambition) 2 253581 CD: 8 +1

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Reytac stretched out as the warm air of the forest washed over him, filling his nose with the medley of scents that pervaded the area. He couldn't pin it down to any one smell he was used to - at times he thought there was the smell of pine, at others the smell of damp earth was near overwhelming. His ears rang with the cries of birds and wildlife, unseen but definitely not quiet, as the man twisted his torso, getting his spine to pop as he loosened himself up after his trek through the forest. He'd left the main, protected settlement behind a while ago, and his destination was finally in sigh

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Virtues Adaptable: ERROR does not have issues with change of plans. There are a number of instances in Aincrad where a player is forced to adapt to a situation, and ERROR is no stranger to them. Unlike most however, given their nature it is easier then it is for most for them to adapt to the change in circumstances. Intricate: ERROR has layers, like an onion. Given how ERROR performs socially, its very hard to get a read on ERROR. This extends beyond just a conversation, ERROR is hard to track down and hard to locate. The only real way to find them, is if they find you. Resolute: They do

Profile: ERROR Username: ERROR Real name: ??? Age: ?? Gender: They/Them Height: Approximately 5'11 Background: ERROR is a individual with an assumed modest upbringing, one of hardships and success. A well studied and high expertise youth that had blossomed into an exceptional professional in all they aspired to become. This followed long past any source of formal education, extending far into professional life. ERROR seems to always be up to something, always active and always seeking solitude. Their peers never could quite peg them down, or fully discover the deeper thought

9/17/25 (Crafting Respite: 249051, Ambition: 250746, Forge (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Breastplate (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 253540 CD: 7 +1 LD: 7 Uncommon - 9 (+6 Ambition) 2 253541 CD: 12 +1

Helpless, Lessa watched the vines snag Jomei, then drag him up beside her. His body bumped against hers like some horrifying human windchime, but instead of the sweet twinkle of wind through steel, the only sound she made was a guttural "oof." He hung quite a bit lower than she did, and realizing where her face ended up, she did her best to twist away from him. All her attempt earned her was a slow, lazy spin on the end of her green rope. "Listen," she began as she came around to face him, moving at a glacial pace, "I don't mean to be offensive or anything. But we look really, really stupid ri

Mari's gaze shifted down to her hands, her fingers fiddling with each other, using her fingernails to pick out bits of dirt from other fingernails. For all her bravado lately, coming face to face with someone genuine left her... feeling a little awkward. Baldur had always trusted her, same with Macradon. Mac had defended her against Bahr - heck...she was one of the founding leaders of the Ladder initially. So why lately...did it feel like she didn't really belong? "Yeah..." Mari admitted, her voice small. She was unable to rebuke his words. "Enough to let you sleep on my couch if you rea

"Hah!" Jomei barked a laugh at Mari's blunt response to his offer, "Guess it is, isn't it?" His cheery, wide grin faded, but a small smile remained "You're right, I hardly know you at all." his eyes would instinctually look up at the orange crystal that spun above Mari's head for a moment before meeting her gaze "But I trust Baldur. I trust Mac. Hirru. The rest of our guildmates.." He would ponder it for a moment, squinting his eyes, "Most of the frontliners..?" A small shrug of his shoulders and he would continue, "And they trust you. So I don't think I would regret putting that same tru

ph <<Assist System Engaged: Jibae>> Level: 25 Paragon: 0 Tier: 3 True Tier: 2 Final EXP reward: +210% Alinta | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 | DMG: 1 |

ph <<Assist System Engaged: Jibae>> Level: 25 Paragon: 0 Tier: 3 True Tier: 2 Final EXP reward: +205% Ceres | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 | DMG: 1 | LD:3

PH Accidentally posted as me instead of Ceres but will just leave this here for when I need to reply -----------------------------------------------

"Note to self. Leather does not like swampy conditions. 'Course, I think metal armor would do even worse." Reytac crinkled his nose up as he waded through the marshy surroundings. He had come here after he realized he needed to upgrade his gear, and he was ranging further to try picking up materials to use in reinforcing or replacing his equipment. He knew that for the most part rafters could use whatever was brought to them, as long as it was at least somewhat close to appropriate, but he still had it in his head that what materials were used would influence what they were used to make. He wa

Oh my how she would wound me so, throwing me to the floor and placing a foot firmly against my chest. I hummed, thinking - man - don’t people pay good money for this? Too bad I wasn’t interested in such things. “Ohh owwww! Whatever did I do?” I said in mock pain. Knowing full well what had happened. I caught her off guard. Quite easily so - and that pissed her off. It made her very, very angry - and me…very very happy. I had already figured out she was suggestive to hypnotic persuasion. And whilst she normally held fast and strong - right now, she was absolutely exhausted. Why? I hadn’t really

Reytac turned his head to one side, then the other. “I appreciate the warning this time. Hang on, give me a moment with this. ” He demolished the rest of his roll and then downed his tea, putting the cup in the trash receptacle nearby. As his back was to her, he sent Mari a quick, abrupt message. Reytac - >Mari Purple hair is named Emilia. She's on her way to fourth floor. Asked if I want to go, y/N? Mari → Reytac: I know. Is fine. If it somehow came to a fight, then he had a feeling he would just end up getting in Mari's way, or worse, make her have to

Khione leaned back against the chair, sighing as she saw another ping from Vex, she ignored it for now. “I guess it can be rough.” She mused as she glanced into her cup. Khione felt in situations like this, truth worked far better than any lie ever could. “I was testing the game for some patients, to make sure it was safe - see its power consumption, and all that.” SHe paused to take a sip. “I’m a nurse. This game was supposed to be for the children, something for them to do during long hospital trips, or ones who were bedridden. I loathe to think what would have happened if it weren't for us

Reytac munched on his roll for a moment as Emilia spoke, not trying to be rude but trying to quiet the rumbling in his stomach. As she talked, he nodded once or twice and used eating to cover the fact that his face twitched once or twice. He let out a short laugh and wiped his mouth of any crumbs with a napkin, then politely sipped the cappuccino that she'd had the waiter set down, ignoring his protest. “I suppose so. I was one of those with my head stuck in the sand after the whole announcement back then, so I missed it. Bit of a shock, I'm sure you can imagine.” He had also noted that,

Mari didn’t trust him, so she opened up her HUD system, one hand still on her pouch. Eyes constantly flicking up to the white haired man to ensure he didn’t take a single step further, he seemed quite happy to just bounce to and fro from his toes to the heels of his feet. “I ain’t want to hurt you, Mari.” He said with a whistle. “Go on, tell anyone and everyone ol’ Vex is here!” He said with a flourish and a bow, scraping his feet against the snow. Ugh Mari inwardly cringed at his demeanor, she didn’t like it. Somehow…it reminded her of Tybalt. If Tybalt had his wits about him, and

I grinned, oh this area o’ the forest she says. I tilted my head to the side in a mock pout, placing a finger on my lips. “Oh? Why? Is there something about this area of the forest?” I gestured to the trees around us. Knowing full well that she lived nearby. “This is far enough away from the main settlement for me not to be a….you know…” I rolled my hand over and over before making an exaggerated point to my cursor. “This thing! It just never disappears!” I lamented with a mock faint. “I hadn’t even killed anyone, you know?” Technically true, by the rules of Aincrad and its standards - my nam