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Ph combat start Gemini Statistics: HP:34*30=1020 Dam: 34*8 = 272 Mit: 34*2 = 68 Acc 2 Eva 2 256563 MD: 5 misses

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Reytac ducked behind one of the buildings, getting out of sight of the trio of older Amazonian women that had been glaring daggers into his back for nearly twenty minutes now. He had not known what the caveat of this floor was when he first arrived to explore it, but he had learned very quickly. He leaned back against a wall and rolled his eyes – he hadn’t been expecting to be ostracized just because he was a guy, but man, all of the older npcs he’d run into had treated him like he was carrying the damn plague. “Excuse me.” Reytac blinked at the sound of a voice coming from nearby – a mal

"As I please remember?" The words echoed in her ears. Prerogative? crying wasn't a privilege, it was an indulgence. A weakening of someone's mind, a human course of action that occurred when the thoughts broke and frustration bubbled; giving in to the overwhelming emotions and letting them control you. With every bone in her body, she hated it. Though somehow, he had found a way to calm her, to soothe the hatred that burned through her. With each gentle touch and reassuring gesture, he had begun to change the war that raged within, until the dam broke loose. "Until you feel better.

DATE: [11/4/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3993/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14*2=28 RANK 1 TAILOR | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 3 ARTISAN | [EXP: 43/79] RANK 7 ALCHEMIST | [EXP: 1837/2559] RANK 5 COOK | [EXP: 220/319] 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 | Crafte

Riardon Donates: Unidentified T2 Rare Weapon [221097c] T1 Rare Weapons: 235504a, 235607a, 235608b, 235611b, 235619a, 235523c, 235622a, 235622b T1 Perfect Weapons: 235514a, 235514b, 235514c, 235517a, 235517b, 235517c, 235595a, 235595b, 235595c, 235523a, 235523b, Nym Rare Weapon {2} | Tier 1 | ID222466, 222587 Rare Weapon {1} | Tier 2 | ID223873 Rare Weapon {8} | Tier 3 | ID226365, 226814, 227902, 228305, 228649, 228682, 228690, 229019 Hirru T3 Rare Weapon [197630a] T1 Rare Weapon [197414a] Acanthus T4 Rare Weapon [228504b] T4 Perfect Weapon | 231057b 231276a

"Cool sword," Wulfrin noted as he caught the blade tossed to him. "Good thing too. Wasn't sure how much my frozen stuff would actually help once we started getting deeper into this quest. Vampires are notoriously resistant to frost." Wulfrin took a few practice swings. The blade was well balanced in his hand and swinging it felt natural, almost as if it were specifically crafted for him and he'd been using it his whole life. Was it the system catering to his movements? He wasn't sure, but he did know that this blade would be crucial to their ability to clear the quest. The Sanctified Swor

Dangerous? The only thing dangerous about Mari right now was that she was so deep in her cups that she might light the place ablaze if she exhaled too close to an open flame. She would breathe in the other woman's scent once more, the alluring aroma of sweat binding her perfume and the whiskey together. Mari's back pressed- no, held- against her torso, chest leaning into the exposed shoulders of the shorter woman as they swayed to the music. The two caught each other's gaze, icy orbs of azure melting behind partially closed eyelids as Jevi leaned even more into Mari. A curious hand

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EAL Engineering Crafting Attempt: Post Link 255603 | T1 Perfect Spark Stone | Technician | Advanced Technical Training - Advanced weapon attacks developed by Wulfrin for using two arts at once.

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PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN+1 Well Rested= -19 EN) ID:256530| 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ant SCout Dealing 390 Damage ID:256531 | 10 + 5 = 15 | Hit vs. Ant Scout Dealing 390 Damage ID: 256532 | 3+ 5 =8 | Hit vs. Ant Scout Dealing 390 Damage ID:256533| 5+ 5 = 10 | Hit vs. Ant Scout Dealing 390 Damage Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Ant Scout #25-28| 0/372 HP | DAM: 124 Squabble up In effect! 40,000 Col 12 materials Per

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"Oh, now see these-" Mari pointed toward the scouts with the tip of her Halberd, these ones were very similar to the first lot, except their abdomens twisted upwards, walking on four legs, their other two like long twitching arms. "they're evolving. After a few waves they'll even have helmets and hold sticks. Honestly, its kinda predictable after a while." And, as they drew closer Mari simply ran her blade through them with a single lazy swing. "This gets tiring, but I feel like it needs to be done sometimes." Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets

Reytac took one last drag on the cigarette and tossed the butt into the campfire ashes, watching it snuff out as he held the breath as long as he could before letting it out. At first he didn’t know how to respond to the jab from Mari, before he gave a light shrug as he started following her. ”Less ‘not talking to you’ and more ‘convinced everything my newb ass said was just annoying you.” The two of them walked in silence for a little as he mulled over the ‘burnt an npc village down’ bit – before he shook his head. He knew, now, just what her husband had been a part of, and if he was restrain

Alinta | [Word Count: 7410/5 = 1482] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] = 5928 EXP Scar | [Word Count: 7410/5 = 1482] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 4446 EXP

The first thing Jack became aware of was silence. Not the strained, buzzing kind that came with pain or confusion, but a rare, peaceful quiet. His breathing no longer hitched, the ache in his limbs gone, replaced by a dull hum of exhaustion. The antidote had done its job. For the first time in what felt like forever, he could move. His fingers twitched experimentally against the sheets. They responded, slow, obedient. Then came his arms, his shoulders, his legs. It felt strange, like waking up in someone else's body after a long dream. Jack turned his head slightly, blinking thr

The man curled up against her, and the warmth from the sun was long gone and replaced with the chill of night. Alinta wondered if she should have cozied up under the covers with Scar. That…would have been nice, but the two hadn’t quite gotten to that point in their relationship yet. The woman wasn’t even sure if they were still supposed to be together. She wasn’t sure how long he had sat there, silent. She thought he had fallen asleep, and had gone to carefully move, but it was then that he spoke, voice muffled as it broke the wavering silence between them. "Raven..Don’t…don't say sorry."

The cold never ending A sentence that unnerved Mari, it made her cling to him tighter. A promise, through body, then through words. “Never again. I’ll ensure you will never feel such a thing again.” He held her close, and Mari soaked up that warmth with her fingers, sprawling them up and under his jacket, removing it. “You have no need to quit. Although…” A pause, unsure if they would leave. “If we ever find ourselves in the real world again, perhaps you cut back - I’d be lost without you with me.” "Jonathan..." The name spoken with absolute disgust. How he h

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Mari’s hand trailed down V’s back. Her lips drew close, but not quite touching to her neck. “I admit..I-” A small stumble, a struggle with her drunken motor skills. “I’m glad…I have shomeone like you to dance with.” Then, came Lancaster - not quite as she expected. Rose in his lapel, and hair slicked back- the heavy scent of whiskey permeating from him. Mari snorted as she covered her mouth. Trying not to laugh. This was the all consuming tyrant. This was the man people feared. This absolute dork who looked like he just bathed in a glass of whiskey, who had ripped a rose from its place an