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A rush of feelings flourished around him, waves of water, gusts of wind, more voices than before. The aftershock of someone who jumped in just as he did caught him off guard, it was the owner. Macradon laughed after moving to the side so that he wasn’t getting in the way of anything, but at this point there wasn’t much to get in the way of, the water was barely hiding anything for now, and the three just … existed there in the moment. He let Mari do her talk with Baldur, he didn’t want to bud into their little reunion. “Good to see you, big guy.” he said with a snicker as he composed

"You have always been so hard on yourself, it's good to hear that you've made some connections that are truly yours rather than just your pasts'" Hoo boy, that hit the nail on the head more than he knew. Mari offered Baldur a cheeky grin. "Yeh. You could say something like that." She wouldn't go into further detail. Not now. "I was though...I think it drove me a little mad. Did...Shield ever tell you that conversation he and I had?" Mari paused, then continued - not waiting for her friend to respond. "How I didn't want to be here anymore." Words that were heavy, but spoken in a light tone

As they sat back down, Baldur let Mari's thoughts wander as they wanted. He could see that coming here and talking to him was an undertaking, no doubt she felt guilt and would try to punish herself as she often had before. But she also seemed at ease here, like she could finally let her hair down and breath for a moment. "It sounds like you have had some fun adventures, I'm glad to hear that. You have always been so hard on yourself, it's good to hear that you've made some connections that are truly yours rather than just your pasts'" He fiddled with the flute, not nervously, but mor

PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +150% Genma | HP: 20/20 | EN: 25/25

'FWEEET' A very loud discordant A-Flat pierced her ears, sharp and unapologetic as Baldur faltered. Mari couldn't help but laugh at the harsh sound. His surprise. "Oh! Good to see you Mari." Baldur stood up from where he sat and gave her a friendly bow of welcome. He was always so earnest and formal that way. The woman tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, a small soft and warm smile upon her lips. This. This was why things were hard. When she began to doubt, when she was questioning her position in the guild. Where she stood with him...with the front-lines, in a simple gestu

Baldur was sitting on the engawa behind the opened shoji panel walls that made up the living room of his main house. During the day when he was home, the panels were always moved open, allowing a nice breeze to permeate the home. It also opened up to beautiful landscapes on either side. The front of the house opened up to the massive pond that his home was built around, and he would often sit there and dangle his toes into the water. Hirru often fished in that lack, and he could see Cal and the others practicing in the dojo from there. But for music, he sought solitude. Not to be alone, b

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13:07 aincrad standard time. three messages drop into yuki's inbox. it's from a contact she has only met once. ARA: Hi. ARA: [b7e9c24f.jpg] ARA: Can you help me kill? ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) like a frightened wife pointing out pests for their husband to dispose of, the blurry shot of floor 25's maze weaver, front appendages raised and charging at the retreating camera, is meant to speak for itself. as she would tell yuki later, arabelle had been unlucky this time. she is ordinarily a competent boss hunter. but the twists and turns of the maze and her dwindling consumable hoard had formed a

Thread Summary Word Count: 8,153 Base XP: 8,153 / 5 = 1,630 Baldur Tier 9: x9=14,675 Snow Tier 3: x3=4,890 Quest Rewards 1000 Experience Points ((Snow only, Baldur has completed the quest)) Each player receives: Monkey Agility (Uncommon Consumable [potion]) A strange potion that boosts the user's Evasion by 1. Lasts for one thread. REWARD ACHIEVED | If Sewallus accompanies the party and survives Unlock <<TECH-D>> collected sword art.

It had been almost a month since she was released from prison. In that time she had told herself she’d meet up with Baldur and have a long discussion numerous times. And yet each and every time she had been distracted. Getting drunk with Arcanthus and Katoka…that dark shinsengumi from the laughing coffin… Mari snorted in amusement. Somehow…both he an Baldur were similar. Two sides of the same coin. It was a shame really…they’d never meet, and if they did it would likely not end well. The dark shinsengumi’s words echoed in Mari’s mind. Tell those you love to stop seeking salva

Freyd stumbled slightly and Mari held him up with a jutted out elbow. She threw a gaze over her shoulder back at him. His goofy grin was all it took to calm her slight nerves over this expedition. It was funny...she really did see him as family now. Mari snorted, taking advantage of his slurred stupor to acknowledge that fact. Though she was sure he was already well aware, she had stated as much to him. But so casually? So informally? In a situation that wasn't terse, no. They hadn't really had many of those lately, so maybe it'd be nice to have one now. "Careful, bro. Not sure I have the upp

there are cats in the endless caverns. they just happen to have owners. murderous ones. she laughs, soft and almost dismissive. "oh, no. i'm just the exception." for lack of a better place to go, or partly by arabelle's insistence, they do start for the river first. she continues once they are far past the dragon gates, her weapon nowhere in sight. "my family ran a funeral home. i helped them since i was able -- administrative tasks, mostly, but as i grew older and my responsibilities expanded, i had to spend more time in the place itself. if you've ever been to one, you'll understan

Kimba’s ear twitched first. Ariel’s gaze snapped from her familiar’s lazy grooming to the figure stumbling toward the pinned coordinates. Wobbly gait. Slurred hum. She knew that walk—not injury, but intoxication. Impossible. SAO’s systems filtered alcohol’s effects; players tasted wine but never felt its bite. Yet here was Freyd, hiccuping into the autumn night, pajama-clad with a sword scraping cobblestones. Ariel melted from the shadows. "Are you drunk?" No disapproval—raw, hopeful intensity. Her eyes scanned his glazed expression, the loose sway of his shoulders. Real buzz. Memori

The trek back was quieter, save for the soft shuffling of hatchlings clustering close, trusting in the steady rhythm of footsteps and the calm presence that had saved them. At the entrance to the lair, the wounded mother stirred. Fuzziel’s eyes brightened the instant she caught sight of her brood—an unspoken relief flooding through her scarred features. She lowered her head respectfully toward the group, voice trembling with gratitude. “You have returned my children… my hope.” Her breath was ragged, but her tone carried the strength of a mother’s enduring will. A pause followed

The trek back was quieter, save for the soft shuffling of hatchlings clustering close, trusting in the steady rhythm of footsteps and the calm presence that had saved them. At the entrance to the lair, the wounded mother stirred. Fuzziel’s eyes brightened the instant she caught sight of her brood—an unspoken relief flooding through her scarred features. She lowered her head respectfully toward the group, voice trembling with gratitude. “You have returned my children… my hope.” Her breath was ragged, but her tone carried the strength of a mother’s enduring will. A pause followed

Ariel couldn’t help but smile at her companion’s bluntness. To be fair, she’d walked this road too—at least two or three quests in, back when the chain was half-written and the reward was bugged. As Acanthus turned away, Ariel offered the wounded mother a short bow, formal and unhurried. “I’m in the same boat,” she said calmly. “Started this before it was finished. Got updated. We lost interest.” Her gaze lingered a moment on the dragon’s exposed wounds before stepping past her. She only showed a slight smirk before she vanished. No system alert. No flash of light. One step forw

PH * * * Riardon SP: 185 Riardon takes: 63 SP for base skills. Takes 6 Ranks in Inspiring For 120 SP (+12 En recovered for party). Riardon | HP: 260/260 | EN: 54/54 | DMG: 1 | MIT:6 | ACC:3 | EVA:3 | REC: 2 | Inspiring

"Alright, Alela..." He slid the spyglass shut and the item turned to dust in his hands. "I think this is as good a spot as any." He hadn't actually gotten to take a great look through the spyglass, but then again, he didn't need to. Half these floors felt the same: yeah, yeah, this is the like... plains-slash-mountains-slash-forest floor. Right. And there's like, a bunch of woodland beasts, and maybe like elves and stuff. Sure. "Alright!" He grinned and clasped his hands together. Alela jumped a few inches higher into the air, surprised. "Let's get you trained, huh? And I think the best

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PH * * * Note: CS Shades of the Gemini is active. if any player objects they should note it in their first post and the skill will be considered innactive. Wulfrin Consumes and shares: Gungir Shard | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Portions: 5/6 Wulfrin fills EVA Wulfrin takes 1 rank in Haste for 10 SP Wulfrin SP total: 210 Wulfrin | HP: 850/850 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 16 | ACC:8 | AA | EVA:5 | LD:9 | PROSP:3 | QTY: 2

Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 247906 CD: 1 +1 LD: 15 Critical Failure (2) 4 (+3 Ambition) 2 247905 CD: 10 +1 LD: 19 Rare (3) 8 (+3 Ambition) 3 247904 CD:

Acanthus looked to Ariel, and the Gambit. And then the dragon. With a sigh, she sheathed her sword. Three times she’d done the quest, and every time she had been the one stuck talking to the dragon. She liked dragons, but her fascination with the quest had ended a while back. She spoke plainly to the wounded dragon, like asking a stranger for directions. “Hi, yes. Acanthus. You don’t remember me because it’s a new quest instance, but—” “Be ye friends or foes?” The dragon rasped. “I—we’re friends. And who talks like that? They didn’t even talk like that in the 1400s.” Fuzzie

"Sounds like a deal," Wulfrin said as he leaned back in his chair. "I'll power through whatever you need me to. Same for gear requests. For now they'll have to be handled out of my forge on Floor 22, but if we ever get an armory, I'll probably set up a small on site forge." Wulfrin interlaced his fingers behind his head and placed his feet up on the table. Wulfrin's mind began to wander as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments as the others would chime in with questions of their own. He was fixated on what rumors he had heard about across the floors. One stood out as importance.

“I think we’re still headed the right way. What’s the problem?” The problem became readily apparent. The rain, which had washed out the edges of the river, picked up in its intensity. Their speed steadily increased, and something strange began to match the roar of the downpower. The distant darkness was no longer a strange artifact of unknown forces. The land simply vanished. “So if I’m not Astra, does that mean I’m allowed to tell you there’s a waterfall ahead?” The party strained against the pull of the river, but an sturdy oar and a cursed sword were weak opposition to nat