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ph Mari tossed the small bun from one hand to the other a few times, it was much hotter than she expected. "Whoa. Thanks." She quickly realized that she forgot to eat this morning. The woman woke up and rolled out of bed and pretty much dragged herself to this floor. Thankfully it wasn't too far from her home and had only taken her the better part of an hour to walk. At least, if she managed to beat redemption...she wouldn't need to walk everywhere anymore. Mari tore off a part of the bun with her teeth. "Is good." She said as she held it up to him in a sign of thanks. The woman fi

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ph *** Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) is in use. Note: Freyd has previously completed this quest. Note: Tierlocked to T1 GUILD RANK 5 (+5% col, +5% EXP) Freyd consumes: Imperial quarter blend | t1 potion | dmg 3 | 245194 Spyglass | source Freyd consumes and shares: Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (6/6) - 1 portion [ACC filled] Freyd | HP: 1335/1335 | EN: 155/155 | TECH | FOCUS | DMG: 15 | MIT:98 | ACC: 8 (inc.AA) | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 4 | BH:73 | VAMP-D: 73 | VAMP-O:

She found the next one near a collapsed fence line, its stubby legs kicking through weeds as it sniffed for roots. A little bigger than the first. A little louder. Miyuki said nothing. There was no tension now no hesitation. Her breath came steady, her steps silent. She drew her sword in one smooth motion, the curved edge catching a glint of light that flashed like a warning. The boarlet turned just in time to squeal. Too late. She closed the gap in a blink, the system’s Sword Art recognizing her motion before even she did. A sharp violet gleam raced along her blade’s

Mari yawned wide and rubbed her eyes. It was early...almost too damn early. She had messaged Freyd to help her grab some items to prepare for Redemption, and boy howdy did he want her prepared. They were going to do a gauntlet of the lower leveled bosses. He, in not so many words pretty much said, don't worry I got this. And now; at that ass-crack of dawn - Mari was standing in the fields of the second floor. She could hear faint buzzing from nearby hives. The first boss of many. It felt like such a long time ago since Mari last fought the wasp queen. Another time, another life - almost.

2x Grindstone | [2 Tokens] -3 Field Boss Post Count requirements; reduces this value to a minimum of 1 post. Stacks with Spyglass. Applicable for one Field Boss Spawn, after which the buff expires. ID Tags: 248437a | 248437b

EAL: Artisan quest eval. Name: Replica Curse Compass Your Profession: Artisan Your Rank: Rank 0 Roll ID: 248430 Roll Result: LD 30+, CD 12+ Item Type: Trinket Tier: T1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: LD 3 Description: A reasonable replica of Giovanna's cursed compass, synced to some strange connection between its wielder and their... Link:https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42445-pt-sp-01-blueprints-to-old-magic/?do=findComment&comment=699625

Oscar didn't seem too phased by her admission of ...well..murder Rather, he seemed genuinely thrilled about her shot at redemption. He was grinning ear to ear, barely able to contain the ecstatic joy radiating from him. It clung to him like...like....well like the sweat that currently hung heavily from both their bodies, impossible to ignore and impossible to hide. "Redemption, you say? You're finally going through with it?" "Yeh, Freyd and others- Kinda made me realize it was about time I tried." Mari said as she attempted to wipe her brow, an effort in futility. "I'm...worried I m

“I tried, though now I understand your hesitation.” He had to play at ignorance, selling it as a distinction. “Few people appreciate how cages are safes working in reverse polarity.” Laughing Coffin’s tools were too well known to Freyd by now, and Lancaster was too wily to be so simply fooled. Unless the dupe lay behind the obvious. He needed to distinguish himself the nemesis Lancaster had fled. “But you’re too much of a coward to leave your fate in her hands, too reckless to wait for her sake, aren't you?" The words a deadpan realization as much as an accusation. "You’re comm

Oscar cocked an eyebrow. "Redemption, you say? You're finally going through with it?" That was significant. And it deserved proper reverence. It was a big step for her. Oscar had to bite back the gushing about how happy he was to hear it and just how big of a step he thought it was for her. He thought it was funny, though. All of the effort he spent charming her and he was losing his shit internally over her decision to rid herself of her Orange Cursor. He was probably beaming - and he merely shook his head. "Absolutely no need to apologize, Mari. You've got your own stuff going on.

With her menu open to get ready, Yuki watched as Arabelle's messaging indicator alerted her that typing was happening on the other end of the screen. She must have really been giving it a hard a think on what she wanted. Perhaps she had overloaded her with too many choices and put a little bit of analysis paralysis pressure on her. Thankfully, the scythe-wielder would finally press enter after some deliberation though. Rice crackers? Admittedly, she was a bit surprised on that choice but she did have some senbei available. Some people just preferred the simpler tastes. Once she ensured th

The scent was off. Fate, it turns out, has a metaphysical smell. It had taken him awhile to wrap his own brain around that one, especially the notion you could sense it at such distance. Maybe it was a celestial pheromone thing, or infernal by the local aesthetic? He knew enough to know both might apply. Freyd was no stranger to Knoriit, or the hike to reach it atop Mount Hellion, traveling south from Yogan's portal. He'd made the journey many times, in older days. Darkness provided the most convenient expressways, for those willing to dare oblivion's chill, or perhaps be native to i

The horrid screeching of fomorian mouths that had since been forced into cookie cutter molds that made them far more irritating. Shrieking as they flailed angrily into the town that the woman was collecting just outside of. The small handful of powdered ash blows out of her hand as the imbecile rushes past, wasting the better part of the last 5 minutes scooping up the shit with a flour like consistency in a grey flakes. "Mother fucker." She exhumes in a murmur, catching the ass end of them bickering and yelling. Clearly this was a dedicated and recurring event, and without slapping the shit ou

248423, Perfect T4 Dessert Name: Caramel Lava Cake Profession: Cook Rank: 6 Roll ID: 248423 Roll Result: 12+1/LD:8 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Ambition Post Link: Hyperlink Description: A delicious chocolate

Returning to the shop less than an hour after his departure, Freyd laid out all of his scavenged materials across the trainer's work table, eagerly engaging in speculative jargon and technobabble like some sort of DIY maniac, complete with excessive jazz hands. Carefully tinkering away, seeking the NPC's insights at every turn, he produced what was heretofore impossible: an appraiser crafting a trinket, not just identifying some randomly collected bit of dead mob paraphernalia. The components required considerable time and effort to individually shape and alight, several having to be re-work

7/26/2025 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248422 CD: 9 +1 LD: 20 Rare (3) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 248423 CD: 12 +1 LD: 8 Perfect (1) 13 (+5 Ambition)

One of the unique aspects of Aincrad's crafting system was that everything revolved around the ubiquitous 'material' as its raw protoplasmic currency. You could gather an eggplant and process it through the system mechanics into a vase, timber beam, sandwich or katana. As bizarre as it was, it worked, without carrying over any aspect of the original form or substance. At least, at the most basic levels of transmutation, the principles held true. Few people were eager to try a steel smelted hot dog, or chug sulfuric acid turned cider without some understandable trepidation. The close you w

Sundry other items collected, Freyd made the rounds of the environs, plucking from what others would ignore or discard. The recycling mascot from his old elementary school would be so proud. "Hrm... a glass face to suit? That might be a taller order. But, Malachi would surely have the proper tools and cutters. I just need..." Where to find a conveniently sized pane to serve his needs. It wasn't like he could just pluck one from somebody's window, at least not without unwarranted sanctions and consequences. Most of those would also be too thick for his purposes. Flat glass al

Pocketed and added to a running mental inventory for real time assembly in the not-so-distant future, Freyd's gaze turned to a nearby junk dealer's table. Stray, half-empty spools of fine wire mixed in with a buffet of other flotsam. Keen eyes instantly upon the prize, haggling to follow promptly while feigning interest in other fare. The Whisper's true intentions never revealed, yet components obtained through guile and misdirection. He was actually enjoying himself, trailing after nothing more than the barest of clues, wondering whether it might lead to something conceived in the darkest o

The salvage piles, often confused with refuse, seemed an obvious starting place. Most players disregarded the contents, thinking them to be little more than discarded waste. Freyd's edgy shop in Angel's Point made this place seem like table scraps by comparison. He'd filled an entire monastery campus with junk, tentatively organized with a complex piling system. Quip claimed he was just a hoarder. Probably accurate, but he still successfully leveraged his obsession to considerable benefit. "Hey Billy," words spoken in absence of a witness as he passed a side alley. Seconds later, a

Freyd's machine mind was a peerless analytical engine. It made him a good appraiser, though it was a skill he also often turned outwards, gauging companions and enemies alike. Giovanna's bizarre compass had snared his attention, along with the sudden addition of new skills previously inaccessible due to past choices. If the constraints on professions had been loosened... a smirk turned into open grin. Deconstructing the odd tool the NPC had provided to search the woods, he needed to recreate something similar for his own purposes. Something he could keep. "Malachi." Not someone

Claiming Estalagem (3) for Dec 31st, March 31st, June 30th 1000000 x .09 {.03 * 3} = 90000 col

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

The compass clicked in his hand, needle flicking back and forth erratically between his torso and the shard in his hand, like it was trying to tell him something. Brows furrowed, trying to follow its meaning, suddenly pulled between two equal poles, yet it wasn't spinning like before. The pull had become more strongly polarized with some strangely familiar affinity. Blue eyes narrowed, then flared in glimpsing possibility. "Here? How? Why? Which one...?" The needle flicked back and forth "Shit. Is it already out?" Racing back to the nearby village, Freyd dropped of

The compass seemed broken, its needle spiraling without purpose or obvious intent. "Seriously? How does a compass get lost? Is this some sort of weird Jack Sparrow shit?" The thought of Disney copyright infringement somehow proving to be the source of their rescue from this nightmare held its own twisted appeal, but no dice. Turning it every which way made no difference, the things clearly lacking motivation to fulfill its purpose. Choosing instead to rely on his own skills and senses, Freyd backtracked Giovanna's woodland travels to the site of her mishap. A broken log laid where i