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With the sword back in his hands, it began to whisper the way forward. He just wished it hadn’t pulled them to the dinghy Elora had found. “I would really like to avoid the water if it’s possible. I can’t swim all that well in heavy armor.” The words had leaked to the party before his brain caught the absurdity. To confirm what he already knew, he looked down at his body. Not even cloth armor—just the scraps of clothing every player recognized as their first set, bestowed by the game. He looked back at the party with a nervous expression. “I… used to wear heavy armor. Force of habit.

Sable blinked. He stared at Krow for a moment, trying to process her words when it downed on him. His face turned a beat read and he attempted to cover his mouth with his hand as he turned away. "You-- I-- Yeah. Alright." he managed to get out. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes, but if he had he would have seen the eyes and grin of a cat. She bit her lip as she watched him squirm and went went back to her drink satisfied. At least until she realized he hadn't shown her the location of his secret pond. "I neeed the map daata." she slurred. He turned back to her an

"Elora.", she introduced herself bluntly. Meanwhile, her mind ran in frantic circles. She had been looking to them for aid, and suddenly she was supposed to be one in charge? What the hell are you doing on the HIGHEST LEVEL?!, she nearly blurted out. Under different circumstances, she would have hounded the trio for coming here. But there was no time to waste. Not for her sake and especially not for their's. Leaving the blue one to handle the sword, Elora would look for a way to make the others useful. "You know where to go -- so we just need to get there.", she thought aloud as ey

PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +120%

PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +115% Lynn | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

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A cold wind, bitter and ambient, swirled around Mari’s feet as she rolled into the misty shores of the forest that surrounded a lake. The area had a coldness that tore through her skin and seeped deep into muscle and bone. It was difficult being here. A gloved hand instinctively reached up to wipe away residue from her lips. Gemini. A quest that seemed so innocuous at first. But through a series of unfortunate events it had become so much more. Now - it was the first step of many Mari wanted to take to better herself. First this. Then redemption. The woman wore what was not so affe

"FUCK YOU ALL!!!" Akir's rage bowed trees and grass alike away from her like a microburst snapping the wind in a sudden rotation all around them. The spontaneous proto-tornado wrenched the chains from her companion's grasp, loosening all hold upon the raging gloopy mess-of-a-Mari, who promptly tore the barbs from her inky flesh and hurtled them back at their bearer. Something akin to a tentacle spun around, spawned from nothing and existing only long enough to snare a wide-eyed Mari and toss her into Akir's only remaining way out: right through Montjoy. Detached from his caster in the c

*gets stabbed by his girlfriend* *bottom text*

ID:247735 BD:6+8-5=HIT CD:9 LD:9 MOB:10 RECOVERY PROC +4 EN = 8EN GAIN TOTAL [x15] AOE-I (11 + [2 * targets] EN) | AOE | A sword art that strikes multiple targets at once 32x15= 480 -160=390 RAW - 97 Entropic shield = 293 DAMAGE [H:13] KnightessCiela | HP: 924/925 | EN: 72/86 (83+4-14) | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 20 | DOTE: 3/3 | PROB:36 | WELL-RESTED: 1/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | F.Howl Cooldown (1/4) [H:2] Macradon | HP: 1173/1173 | EN

House Name: The Booth Location: Floor 16, within the Safe Zone of Atelina Description: A safe retreat for Lysette to work on her music. Sound-proofed walls, a beautiful vista, and all the instruments she could ever need. Plot Size: Apartment, 2 slots Room(s): Recording Studio (Expanded) Cost: 45k Col

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the knight doesn't answer. instead, as arabelle is trying to keep an eye on it between the dozen attacking bodies of the frontlines, it changes faces and suddenly, it's lessa charging straight towards a wide-eyed jomei. the strike lands. the violin's bow stutters, the last of jomei's song plummeting beneath the noise, and before morningstar could catch on, arabelle is moving to intercept, the spear point of her scythe puncturing the woman's armor. "red cursor," she reminds. she rips damocles free and stabs lessa again. her pulse is in her ears. she has spent countless nights re

Shadows clung to Ariel like a second skin. Nihilim’s Wrath trembled in its saya—a live wire of hunger. Dark flame licked the scabbard’s rim, whispering of defences unmade. Dracul’s taunt hung in the air, holy light painting him a perfect beacon. Taneuma took the bait, lightning gathering in its maw. She moved. No flourish. No war cry. A single fluid motion— calculated Iaijutsu. The blade cleared the saya as shadowflame lingered. Steel met Taneuma’s crackling flank. Silence. For one fractured second, voltage and void warred. Then shadowflame consumed. Midnight fire boiled th

Liquid light surged toward me—a tsunami of raw voltage roaring across the lake’s mirror surface. Guardian’s Oath flared in my grip, the rose-etched steel humming with holy energy as I planted my feet. Memories of Suterusu flashed: my sword swinging through empty air, knees sinking into mud while spectators jeered. Never again. The shield slammed down hard, carving a furrow in silt as blue rose motifs ignited. "OVER HERE, HORSIE!" Focused Howl tore from my throat—a sonic hook burying itself in Taneuma’s storm-core. Impact. White noise. Crushing force. Holy light flared around the shie

Birches thinned to reeds, then surrendered to barren silt. Before them stretched the Lake of Reflection—an immense mercury mirror, blindingly bright and treacherously depthless. Nihilim’s Wrath burned against Ariel’s hip, its shadowflame writhing like a chained beast scenting freedom. Dracul halted, knuckles bone-white on his weapon's hilt. "No clouds. A sniper’s sky." Millicent knelt, pressing her palm flat to the damp mud. "Energy convergence confirmed… focal point dead center." Her coat’s grey-blue hem darkened as water seeped into fabric. Darius unclipped his supply pack. "Trench lines? Ca

A trio of shots in quick succession, each thunked heartily into the demon king's chest. His balance teetering, one final step back proved his literal downfall as he tripped over Jeeves' low-tech improvised trap. Fire-ridden, Ravana tumbled ass over tea kettle, bringing down his own tent in the process. Flames leapt from his scorched and broken shell, screams of anger and frustration unleashing impotent fury that only spread the flame faster. Within seconds, the pavilion was gone and the demon king with it. The demon girls ceased their dancing, uncertain what more was expected of them,

Lydia blinked. Hearing the same thought she’d had vocalized had done something. A reminder. Her frown turned into a wide grin as she looked up at Landon on stage. He was right. Even when things got bad, one of Lydia’s few pleasures had been witnessing people enjoy her music. Her sound, her moves. Even that mass-produced, curated message. Maybe these NPCs were more perceptive than they let on. “Alright Landon. Show me a little somethin’” The NPC led her to that gadget sitting upon the counter. Upon closer examination, she realized it was a sound deck. She tapped the keys, fillin

A bird’s nest fell out of a nearby tree, brushing her shoulder before colliding with the ground. Lydia jumped, a startled chirp of a scream falling from her mouth. She looked down at the remnants - the broken bundle of twigs and the shattered eggs and sighed. Okay, maybe not ice in the veins. But certainly woman enough to stand on business. Maybe. Time would only tell. There was just so much she didn’t know. Spending so much time in her cocoon had been the only way to survive, but it left her without any concept of living. She’d done well, she thought, eking by day-by-day. She w

"Oh, perfect." Scooting from his hidey hole, Jeeves dashed towards their beleaguered foe, unleashing his newest flechette round that ripped through the mobs avatar like a shotgun blast. Ravana's health bar was decimated, plummeting from a poorly performing yellow to unflattering red. Even his groupies on the perimeter looked worried. "Yeah, ladies. Sorry to tell you, but I'd wager you backed the wrong horse. If you were waiting for some sort of second coming... heh... you may be out of luck." A quick hand gesture made to Foyle was readily acknowledged. The tent was flammable,

Lydia had a thought towards the future. What would she do once she got out? She was quite certain that her family would make a huge media circus about it. “Pop idol escapes death game” certainly had a certain appeal to it. It made her wonder how much they were milking the fact that she was trapped here. She was probably lying in some hospital bed somewhere, hooked up to feeding tubes and fluids and monitors. How was her real body doing? Did they even visit her? Did she even want them to? Lydia exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping forward. She lifted her blood-red shades, pinching the

But the bad came with the good. The guilt for not realizing that she could have been doing this the entire time crashed down on her like a wave. How many people could she have helped - or potentially saved - if she hadn’t spent her days dancing in front of a fountain? There was some small part of her - a tiny voice - that told her that it was silly to think such a thing. At the end of the day, it really hadn’t been her responsibility. But saving her - twice - hadn’t been Abellio’s. Killing Terra Firma hadn’t been Oscar’s. It would have been so easy to tell her that she was too l

Lydia didn’t really know what to do with herself, actually. She tried to recall a time where she wasn’t constantly stressed out and perpetually tired. Maybe there had been a time, once. When she was too young to remember it. But she had to stop and make a note that she had never, not one time, took a walk through a meadow to literally smell the flowers. Not unless she was doing a photo shoot. Or a music video. Something for work. And she supposed that this technically counted as work. But she remembered that old saying about doing what you love. It didn’t feel like work. Probably because

So did it actually not matter what the material was? Lydia failed to understand how an apple would help with recording music. Was Landon going to eat it? Did he factor in all of the costs? It seemed rather dumb, but she wasn’t going to go down that road. Not when she had her goal in mind. That was her thing, really. Working. Grinding. Pushing ever onwards toward that goal. This might have been the first goal she had ever set for herself. Everything else had been dictated by her parents. Her advisors. Managers. Corporate assholes. Every instrument, every language. Even developing her

Stepping back to protect himself from Freyd's gout of ash and fire, Ren rushed back in the moment a new opening presented itself. Seizing on his partners' initial successes, he found the weak points painted for his attention and hammered them hard. Ravana's burning form crackled and hissed as the frostborne nature of his own weapon delivered contrast and pain all at once. Blow after blow, the demon gave ground, roused from his initial stagger, but unable to capitalize of his renewed awareness. "He's literally cracking. Hit him hard and we might have him." Every shatterpoint they inf