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PH Quest Objective | Collect supplies from the Guild Vault based on where they will be delivered. [ea.] {3/6} <<Assist System Engaged: Aiding Griswold>> Level: 35 Paragon: 61 Tier: 4 True Tier: 11 Final EXP reward: +10% Active: CS | Bloodlust | BRN overwritten to FATE and doubled, FATE inactive until attack made, Miti is set to 0, Max HP increased by 15% -> +147 Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP reward, +5% Final Col reward Consumed: Loaves of Measureless Bread (Gungir's/Mitigation 3, Overhealth 1 [Feast - 205490]) {Griswold} [3/6] Bottomle

PH Quest Objective | Collect supplies from the Guild Vault based on where they will be delivered. [ea.] {2/6} <<Assist System Engaged: Aiding Griswold>> Level: 35 Paragon: 61 Tier: 4 True Tier: 19 Final EXP reward: +5% Active: CS | Ill Omen in Red Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP reward, +5% Final Col reward Consumed: Loaves of Measureless Bread (Gungir's/Mitigation 3, Overhealth 1 [Feast - 205490]) {Griswold} [2/6] Bottomless Tea Wares (Gungir's - Eva 2 | Vit 2 [Feast - 152493]) {RAIDOU} [2/6] Unfathomable Red Vials (Gungir's - PROT 2 | AC

"Tsk tsk" Adelyte would suck her teeth, waggling a finger at Faerie. "Dropping the ball there, Faerie. Not a good first impression." she teased, and made it obvious. "That's alright, I totally get it. I always wanted to open up a bakery because of my love for pastries. But Mama always told me that I wouldn't make any money because I'd eat everything." She shook her head. "The audacity, amirite? I mean, she's not wrong, but, like, eat everything?" She looked at Faerie for a moment, as if expecting a rebuttal, or even concurring beliefs. But Adelyte continued on anyway without waiting for a resp

*Carrying Debuff Active, -10 EN, No teleports PH Quest Objective | Collect supplies from the Guild Vault based on where they will be delivered. [ea.] {1/6} <<Assist System Engaged: Aiding Griswold>> Level: 35 Paragon: 61 Tier: 4 True Tier: 10 Final EXP reward: +0% Active: CS | Strength of the Mountain | Steadfast is now a Passive and autoactive, Disable/DoT take two applications to apply once. Guild Rank 5 | +5% Final EXP reward, +5% Final Col reward Consumed: Loaves of Measureless Bread (Gungir's/Mitigation 3, Overhealt

10/6/25 - Unevaluated Stored Rolls: 254267, Perfect T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:11+1, LD: 12) 254269, Rare T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:8+1, LD: 5) + 254270, Uncommon T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:5+1, LD: 19) + 254273, Uncommon T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:7+1, LD: 3) = 254269, Perfect T4 Cloth Armor 254275, Rare T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:10+1, LD: 14) + 254279, Rare T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:8+1, LD: 5) = 254275, Perfect T4 Cloth Armor 254278, Perfect T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 11) 254280, Rare T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:9+1, LD: 12) + 254226, Rare T4 Cloth Armor, (CD:8+1, LD: 17) = 254280, Perfect T4 Cloth Armor 254281, Unco

Listening loosely to what the two where talking about, the words free if they helped came from Kira's beak. Before she could say anything Rai asks about the landscape and explains that they don't take handouts. Turning to the feathery friend "Oh I just haven't seen this many weird looking sweets before" saying as she takes a baggy that was hanging from a small pole next to the displays. Kira clears he throat "Well it's called the Salty Desserts, it's a bit warm around those parts. I would say the weather there is rather unpredictable. In the way of creatures there isn't much because of the wea

10/6/25 (Crafting Respite: 249328, Ambition: 251081, Engineering Rack (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt) {Engineer to Rank 2} Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 254264 CD: 9 LD: 13 Salvage Success (1) 8 (+6 Ambition) 2 254265 CD: 7

Custom Ambition Tool {Engineer} | [800col] Gain +1 bonus crafting EXP for each crafting attempt while Engineering.

House Name: World That Never Was Location: Floor ?? Description: A strange place, takes on the shape of a large open field of emerald green. Old devices for crafting of all types, for resting, litter the place in tired old segments from old dominions long forgotten. Locating it is difficult, nigh impossible if you don't know where to look. Walking away from the only major landmark: A single cherry blossom tree, finds that no matter how far you move, you never seem to get further than about 50 ft from it. Time holds no place here, weather does not change. A simple breeze, and a shining sun

First one! Auspicious! EAL: Engineer Crafting T1 Sparkstone: Technician Roll ID: 254263: CD: 12, LD: 10

EaL craft {Engineer} 254129, T1 Spark Stone (CD: 12, LD: 15) : Elemental Phial: Elemental Discharge (Insidious 1)

She secretly marveled at the shop, it was the nicest one she'd ever seen. Be proud Wulfrin. The smell of the pizza, was mouth watering. There were so many things to look at, and plenty of people she could watch as she waited. They all worked intently. Minding their own, masterfully handling their trade within the shop. She could tell they'd been at it for a long time. They knew they're way around the shop well, not one person bumped into another, even when they loves around quickly in and out of stations to grab things they needed. Impressive doesn't even seem to be the right word. she smiled

"You've really gotta stop pissing this thing off!" Jomei shouted forward to Lessa, as the sound of the Guardian's hooves pounding the earth sounded like an incoming freight train. Perhaps it was fed up with the two players and decided to take matters into its own hands - hooves - rather than send a swarm of bugs or vines to take care of them. Maybe Lessa's hurtful words struck a nerve deep within. A creature as majestic as the Guardian had to have been rather vain about its appearance, right? The two of them seemed to spot it at the same time; a single Ushiame flower budding off in the d

It had been quite some time since Astra was in a cemetery, not since he was a child. He made it a point to try and avoid them ever since, not due to the fear of ghosts or disturbing the dead - but because the memories were too harrowing. His master was right, they must've taken a wrong turn somewhere on Floor 28, and found themselves here of all places. Unease and discomfort sat heavy in Astra's stomach, and his heart rate seemed to pick up a few beats. An air of mysterious history hung over the graveyard, and that was evident from the stark warped gravestones, neatly aligned and seeming

The NPC had himself torn rather evenly between a pair of crafts produced at record speeds, further proving to Nisa that he wasn't more then a useless knick knack. A functional instructor, usually took the shape of being left alone to fiddle. Such was the way of human ingenuity and adaptability. Helping herself to a key ring, the woman tosses the spanner up and down as she'd walk toward the door. "Now you know why I don't put too much stock into a broken record. Catch. Next Time, Reytac." the white hair woman barked as she tossed a second key toward Reytac and pops the door open. An odd encount

Fuck it, yoink. This character fits sorta

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the pair. Astra and Wulfrin, the stalkers. She let out coldly. She wasn't the most pleasant person when she felt threatened, in fact, she was downright rude. She crossed her arms and listened intently. She made routine glances, checking her surroundings, expecting nothing in particular, but ready for any outcome. Whether an ambush, or another NPC attempting to interact with her. As they spoke she continued to analyze her surrounding, remembering the patters that happened around them. The pace at which the clock ticked, the blue hummingbi

Which mask will you don today? Is it his again? Perhaps it’s time to tell us what you’re hiding behind that smile, young Pierrot. Show us who you really are. That is…If there is a “you.” Where do they end, and where do you begin? Where do I begin? It started with a curious invitation. Elegant, adorned with gold - yet filled with intrigue. A masquerade ball, hosted by one of the most charismatic yet enigmatic people in Aincrad. At first thought, an event like this seemed as if it was out of Astra’s league. Something for debutants, people with decorum. That wasn’t him i

Reytac settled down at the workbench that Waldo had pointed him towards, and let the noises of the world fall away around him as he concentrated. Somewhere, he could hear the scraping and cutting from Nisa as she worked, but her efforts were background noise to him at the moment. Trying to emulate her would most likely only lead to failure for him. A Sparkstones that was the first thing to craft, a small, applicable 'pellet' that would enhance a weapon, focusing the effects. A small pellet - like the twist of roots that had gnarled together. His own starting point. Reytac pulled it out a

"I think if we were all soldiers we would have been out of here a long time ago." Jomei would chuckle softly as he sipped from his coffee once more, "Or at least know how to fight. Cardinal holds our hand for the most part, but real life experience goes a long way." "I think I much rather enjoy being typical people, lets us enjoy stuff like this." a turned cheek gestured towards the rest of the empty club. He was glad that Oscar liked the names, specifically Blackbook. It really did embody both the vibes of the decor and Oscar's personality. "Happy to be of service." Jomei remarked

Voices, maybe? She sure, and that was rapidly eating away at her. Telrenya took the smallest of steps, determined to keep herself steady on the uneven cemetery grounds, and strained her eyes and ears against the dense fog and whistling winds. A droplet splashed against the top of her head and caused her to jump with a start, a chill running all the way down her spine. The heavy globules that followed and splashed on her face, her shoulders, her head, revealed themselves to be no monster at all–just some very unfortunate, very unpleasant weather. The start of a murky rain topped off the at

[Stats going in soon, I promise.] Lessa stood outside the Wild Rose Forge, her hands on her hips, her face contorted in an expression that could only be described as confused annoyance. Annoyed confusion? Regardless, she was annoyed, and that confused her. Why did the mere sight of her shop spawn such negative emotions? Why had years passed without her even stepping across the threshold? The sunlight spilling through the windows illuminated the dust particles beyond the glass, filling the serene space with glitter. And it still did nothing to entice her inside. “I hate you,” she told

Careful footsteps, the dry rotted floorboards creaking and threatening to snap under her boots as she proceeded further into the remains of the tavern. Golden eyes scanned the interior for anything out of the ordinary, specifically the figure she saw standing in the front door. There were no other signs of life, no movement, anything. Perhaps the exhaustion was settling in and her mind was just playing tricks on her. Illusions crafted that only her tired eyes could see. Jevi would rub her face with the heels of her hands, leaving streaks of dirt and grime on her cheeks. Abandoning her se

DATE: [10/6/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3870/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14*2=28 RANK 1 TAILOR | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 1 ARTISAN | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 7 ALCHEMIST | [EXP: 1753/1279] RANK 1 COOK | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 1 PERFORMER | [EXP: 0/39] RANK 1 APPRAISER | [EXP: 0/100] CRAFTING BUFFS: All Profession Ambition Tools +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop (Artisan, Blacksmith, Alchemist, Performer, Cook, Appraiser) +2 EXP per craft with those professions Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 4 | +4 crafting attempts Using Workaholic's Draft | Crafter's

Raven Hollow Mayor's Estate Sunrise Another day dawned, the sunrise spreading it's pink wings across the cloudless sky. The first mayor of Raven Hollow had chosen this property to build on partially because of the view. With windows on all four sides, the manor offered a front-row seat to the sunrise, the sunset, and every moment in between. He also selected it given its position on a hill, apart and above the rest of the town. The first mayor had enjoyed looking down on his constituents from atop his modern castle. The last mayor hadn’t cared about such things. Now, the estate h