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<<Masked: Saintess>> "Ahh~" She clasped her hands together in delight as soft green eyes, hidden behind the veiled mask of the Saintess wove over the crowds within the decadent dark den. "Who knew such a place existed!" People danced across a dimly lit floor, vibrations from exuberant music rattled her core in all the right ways. Soft lights flickered above, the scent of sweet drinks and savory foods filled her nostrils. "Perhaps....I am under dressed?" Arsine thought aloud, tapping a glossed lip with one of her clawed fingers. The woman hadn't bothered to change into a

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Stats Lv. 1 | HP: 20 | EN: 20 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 0 | EVA: 0 | LD: 1

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background// Born and raised by a single mother, Emmeritt O'Neal made a career of defying all expectations. He probably should have lived and died as gutter trash. But he was blessed with two gifts from a very young age: exceptional intelligence and the ability to shut the fuck up. Those two things gave him a leg up on his peers. Silently observing, learning, adapting. Emmeritt used and abused his gifts. School was no challenge, but dreadfully boring. Undergrad was a similar story. He earned his doctorate, his PH.D and his medical license. A practicing surgeon, accurate, precise, eff

Username: Vitalis Real Name: Emmeritt O'Neal Age: 26 Gender: Male Height: 6'5'' Eye Color: Green Hair color: Silver Origin Country: Ireland Birthday: December 18

Data Analyst. Alinta pondered on that as she sat at a table, roughly carved out of stone. Its surface is filled with bumps, ridges and holes. Created out of necessity and not with care. Somehow, the woman struggled to see him in such a job. Buttoned down suit and tie, hair neatly trimmed- and a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting atop a face hunched over a small PC bathed in a sickly blue light. “This look suits you better.” Alinta said, seemingly out of the blue as Scar sat back down at the table. They had found a small tavern within the walls of Knorilt, an out of the way kind of

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Post Action: [x12] ST-I (12 EN) | A single-target sword art. Loot Rolls: ID: 256167 | LD: 11 | CD: 6 | 252+ 168 + 84 = 504 Col, Materials (2), Tier 1 Rare Trinket (1) PH * * * 12 x 9 = 108 DAMAGE! Scar | HP: 140/140 | EN: 20/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT: 4 | ACC: 2 Little Nepent | HP: 0/84 | DMG: 28 WC:

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@Hirru Ready for pick up Resonance | T4 Demonic Whip | ID 256145 | Static 2 | AA | Phase Description: A strong thin wire, like a garrote. It is stored safely away in gloves and is used like a whip. One must be quite dexterous to ensure they don't cut themselves, or their teammates on the deadly sharp wire.

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Fusion 1 Item Name: Enhanced Shock wire Item Tier: 4 Item Type: Weapon (Whip) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Accuracy / Accuracy / Static Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: ID 256100 Item Description: A thin wire, almost invisible if not for the glint of the sun, if it is ever in the sun. Used to keep something down, without fully killing it, yet. & (1 Scale) Item Name: Enhanced Shock wire Item Tier: 4 Item Type: Weapon (Whip) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enha

Reytac | [Word Count: 8308/5 = 1661.6] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 3323 EXP Nari | [Word Count: 8308/5 = 1661.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6646 EXP Acanthus | [Word Count: 8308/5 = 1661.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6646 EXP WC EXP: Reytac: 3323 Nari: 6646 Acanthus: 6646 Quest Rewards: 500 EXP (Nari/Acanthus Ineligible) Topaz Gemstone (Nari/Acanthus Ineligible) Bonus Reward: 5000 Col 15 Materials Divided Out: 5k Col to Reytac 9Materials to Reytac 5 Materials to Nari 1 Material to Acanthus {X

"Mah boi!" Hirru says as he walks through the door. A hand full of steel wires, and the other sack of scales and a shard. "This fusion is what all true warriors strive for!"

Hirru feels the intense glare of soemthing in the distance. Two blazen haired individuals to whom he knew well. "We have been summoned!"

Jack's laughter trailed softly between them, still lingering from her teasing remark. He was still smiling as he cooled himself with his hand, however, the heat was getting the better of him as more of his hair was getting stuck to his forehead. Alinta's laughter, which could be described as both pure and infectious, was not muffled by the steam coming out of the vents or the noise of the molten rock flowing. The whole ordeal of the ascent seemed to be a little less heavy because of it. They followed the trail that led them away from Yōgan Village, the obsidian walls fading behind them. T

"I'm a painter too!" Adelyte shouted, too excited about her passion to express it quietly. "Well," she brought it down a notch, "I draw more than I paint, but whenever the inspiration hits.." She would pat her pocket, as if that was where she kept all of her supplies. in reality they were tucked away in her digital inventory. "Always got to stay strapped, ya'know?" Her smile brightened as she rounded the pool and reunited with Faerie, "It sounds like your dad has an amazing imagination." Genevive relied heavily on her imagination to get through tough times. Make believe friends, engrossin

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Shop Post: White Macadamia Nut Cookie Cost of Transaction: 1 Mat Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: White Macadamia Nut Cookie Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Desert Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: 3 Ambition Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: ID256163 | CD: 12 | LD: 20 Item Description: A homemade cookie that is not a perfect circle Shop Post: White Maca

Date: 10-30-25 [50/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Apprentice Cook: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 4 crafts per day. Crafting Tier 2 [Dessert]: ID256161 | CD: 10 | LD: 7 | Success! +1 Uncommon Dessert ID256162 | CD: 1 | LD: 10 | Critical Fail! (Lose Materials) ID256163 | CD: 12 | LD: 20 | Critical Success! +2 T2 Perfect Dessert ID256164| CD: 1 | LD: 5 | Critical Fail! (Lose Materials) Result: +13 EXP (1+3+1+8) [90/79]

This is going surprisingly well, all things considered. Nari pulled back as another fish soared onto the riverbank, landing beside the small collection that was quickly growing. The assortment of goods and pieces she was going to walk away with at the end of the day made her smile – successful, certainly, even if it had been frustrating to begin with. She could almost see the line of progress she’d made just over the past couple of hours, the line being sent out and pulled back in. Each time her successful casts becoming more and more of a normality. Much better than foraging had ever gone, I