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I am refunding this house! Estate Plot - 124k. Master Bedroom - 25k. Living Room - 10k. Bathroom - 10k. Attic - Storage - 10k. Basement - 10k. Mega Slime Farm - 25k. 214k. 75% = 160,500 I'm putting the credit toward a new house! House Name: The Farm Location: Floor 28 Description: A lighthouse situated on the coast of the western sea, just beyond the Thessacoln Pastures. Plot Size: Estate {Safe Zone} Rooms: 9/15 House & 2/3 Yard Total Cost: 148,500 House Master Bedroom Master Bathroom Basic Kitchen St

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That sliver of ice trapped in her right hand extrudes bitter fog that rolls to the ground, billowing outward as Mirianna weighs her options and what it was she wanted to do. She could easily dispatch this player that had so foolishly rushed headlong past her henchmen and straight into something she clearly knew nothing about. Like a hamster jumping into a lions mouth or a child sticking its hand into a blender, and Mirianna couldn't help but find it amusing how pathetic and filled with an utter disregard for self preservation Shayla's actions were. It had wrapped all the way past irritating in

"THEY FEEL SO REAL, SOO COOL" Enya says in excitement. The way this girl acted and presented herself it was like she really was or wanted to be a feline. Something that Enya had only read in those fairy tail books. Watching the girl... cat climb the tree and flop into the water, Enya's head would slightly turn thinking ouch. It sounded like it hurt but the girl didn't seem the might. After a moment when the cat didn't come up she would lean over the edge to make sure everything was alright. When the cat pops back up with the fish she falls backwards being startled by the sudden spring up

The ears perk straight up and her face bends into a playful smile, the tail wiggling around to further paint the joy and energy she felt. "Suwe, hewenya go" Lucia chirps not entirely sure what the girl was referring to but was more then happy to oblige regardless. A flick of her finger sees one of the razor sharp claws appear with a flicker of light, attached to her human like fingers like press on nails but were metallic and black. Allowing Enya to steal a peek, Majineko would pull at an ear and lean in to let her touch them, velvet and soft like her hair but the feeling of handling them has

He was a quick learner. He never lapsed in confidence, but it was clear he had found his footing midway through their dance, and soon she was able to fall back into step, their motions having found harmony in one another. The music carried them easily now, each note coaxing them tantalizingly closer. His lead was sure now, almost instinctive; where he turned, she followed. Plum's immense enjoyment of the dance was palpable - her playfully shy smile had reached its apex, spread from ear to ear, her unrestrained laughter saccharine against the worked up sweat. Even her smattering of freckle

Jacob's Ladder Upgrading Rank 1 -> 2 Costs: 1.2 times current members (8x1.2=9.6) Rounding up = 10 tokens. Current buildings Guild Hall I Guild Vault Garden I Purchasing Buildings Estalagem - 1 Token Treasury - 1 Token Dormitory - 1 Token Laboratory - 1 Token Hunting Board - 1 Token Current Total Costs: 15 {Hirru} Total Guild Worth: 24 Tokens (July/9/25: 9 || Oct/5/25: 15) Guild Claims: SEPT 30th || Garden I claim = 1 Mat

10/5/25 - Unevaluated Stored Rolls: 254199, Perfect T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:11+1, LD: 18) 254200, Uncommon T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:5+1, LD: 7) + 254202, Uncommon T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:6+1, LD: 14) + 254204, Uncommon T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:6+1, LD: 13) + 254205, Uncommon T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:6+1, LD: 9) = 254200, Perfect T3 Cloth Armor 254203, Perfect T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:11+1, LD: 15) 254209, Perfect T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 11) 254211, Perfect T3 Cloth Armor, (CD:12+1, LD: 11) 254212, Perfect T3 Light Armor, (CD:11+1, LD: 9) 254214, Perfect T3 Light Armor, (CD:11+1, LD: 15) 254219,

10/5/25 (Crafting Respite: 249254, Ambition: 250950, Sewing Room (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Gold Chain Armor (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 254196 CD: 3 +1 LD: 9 Salvage Success - 8 (+6 Ambition) 2 254197 CD: 1

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Potions 10/5/25 - Unevaluated 254167, 254167-1 | T1 Uncommon Potions - Saved for Fusion [254166 + 254168-1] | T1 Rare Potions -> T1 Perfect Potion | 254193 254193 | T1 Perfect Potions - Workaholic's Draft | Crafter's Respite | A cotton candy flavored drink that gives you a burst of energy. Blade Oils 10/5/25 - Unevaluated [254176 254173 254170 254170-1] | T1 Uncommon Blade Oils -> T1 Perfect Blade Oil | 254194 254179 | T1 Uncommon Blade Oil - Saved for Fusion [254175 + 254192], [254189 + 254184 (T1 Uncommon 10/5) + 254182 (T1 Uncommon 10/5)] | T1 Ra

His companion’s flirtations only served to embolden him. Through the steps, as their revelry continued the space between them diminished. Gravity was a funny thing. Who was pulling who. Which of them wanted that small distance between them reduced to zero. His thoughts turned to prom night. Disapproving chaperones and one-arm’s distance. It made sense then. The opposite made sense now. Drawing one another in closer, bodies flush so that not even a sheet of paper could escape their friction. They were not quite there yet. But the night was still young. “Discoveries made by two people

"Its funny...I had a friend betray me for that very reason." Small world, he thought. But voicing his own friend's betrayal would only have ruined the conversation for him. "If you think Redemption is worth the risk, I say go for it. People are a lot less judgmental towards orange players these days, but I'm sure it would be nice to walk around safezones without being chased out by guards." Morningstar eyed his empty energy bar. "It's not like you can't bring a teleport crystal with you. Don't do anything that's going to get you killed," he said, simultaneously deciding that he

Mari coughed just breathing in the steam that permeated from the strew caused her nostrils to burn. Truth be told Mari loved spicy things. She just did not have the best tolerance for it. More than most..but not enough to truly enjoy it. Mari picked up her spoon, twirling it between thumb and forefinger before letting its curved side skim across the top of her meal. Don't thank me...He'd say, but Mari didn't know how much to truly express what he meant to her. How he managed to help boost her confidence and help her actually live. "I can't recall...." Mari said quietly, still not quite prepare

“could I get a sex on the beach please?” “Wherever you want it, Bambi.” Bold was the theme of the evening. And Sin was certainly that. Besides, Iris’s reaction was too cute to pass up. Sin wanted to needle her more. See just how far she could take it. And the woman was picking up what she was putting down - even if she seemed a bit too shy and shaken to fully engage. That was fine. Sin was very good at melting down walls. Though, she usually did so a bit more swiftly than she was now. But it was a fun joust. And she found herself wondering if this was what Oscar felt like when he was

“Don’t thank me,” Oscar said. The moment she settled into her chair, Oscar had a plate of stew. It smelled dangerous, laden with spices and thick with capsaicin. Nothing better for warming the body after a long nap in the rain than a big bowl of spicy stew. And, of course, Oscar had no chill when it came to such things, so the Scoville scale was more than likely blown out. He slid a glass of sweet wine and a small plate of bread in her direction. “I insist.” Oscar had a deep and profound love for all of his friends. He struggled to articulate, so he hoped that his actions would bridge tha

Oscar nodded along as Jomei admitted his desire to retire. It was understandable. Being on the Frontlines wore on you after a while. Once the fatigue set in, you were playing a dangerous game. You weren’t at your best. It simply couldn’t be helped, throwing yourself at horror after horror and putting your life on the line every time besides. Oscar wouldn’t say this - avoiding rubbing salt in the wound and all of that - but he’d not quite hit that brick wall of fatigue just yet. He’d simply switched his focus. Even so, there was nothing wrong with what Jomei felt. If only they had the numbers t

“and this is what you do for fun on your off time?” Oscar gave the NPC - Day - a warm smile. As he would for anyone else. The situation demanded it. His kinship with NIGHT did also. It was a bit of a struggle, if he was being honest. He never really engaged with NPCs in such a way. But he would endeavor to give it his best shot, for both of their sakes. “I like my fun to be infectious, Day. Nothing is sadder than enjoying the moment by oneself.” It was uncanny, the way DAY spoke. She very clearly didn’t have a script. Instead acting and reacting to incoming stimuli. If Oscar did

DATE: [8/21/25] 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: 1541/1279] 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

@Edict “Please sit! I came here to feel a little less lonely, but it turns out the masks are having the opposite effect.” "strange," demian replied, as he fiddled with his mask carelessly. "to me, it feels like a piece of armor, even having driven a curated persona on the daily." he leaned in, gesturing for a handshake towards the other. "i'm maxwell. it's a pleasure to meet you." he poured over his memories for anything regarding the dye quest on the twenty-first, but came up with nothing, even by his eclectic memory. "so it is," he presumed, lending the other the benefit of t

BISTRO | Lv. 13 | DMG: 16 | HP: 260/260 | EN: 44/44 it was here, in walking straight into the cemetery, that bistro realized she had forgotten a lamp back in her workshop. that was simply par for the course as far as ambience went, however. midnight, visiting the heart of a cemetery — surely there was no other way it could get even more frightening than this. but bistro had seen of dragons: an unreality made real that she should’ve been afraid of, which she realized quick that she wasn’t. her visit here… well, if ghosts existed, perhaps she’d learn courage from them as well

"You'll make it up to me later, no doubt." Plum's laughter was soft, but genuine, carried on the music like a ripple of light through blackened waters. Her companion was quite charismatic, and as out of practice as she was to be in the spotlight of someone's attention, she found herself shamelessly reveling in its warmth. Perhaps that betrayed how little time she spent in the playful presence of friends - so long she had spent locked away in the safety of this first floor, or hidden in the shadows behind hired help. Had she focused so solely on seeking out rare treasures, that she'd forgo