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Leron coughed. His once-pristine silver armor was now marred by streaks of mud. He had separated from his spear during the fall. Where was it? He spun, kicking up dirt as he searched for the Spectral Knight. It stood no more than ten feet from him, unscathed but for the spear sticking out of its gut and the tiny fracture in its health bar. It ripped the weapon out of itself, tossing it aside and fanning away the blood pixels. Leron’s face was full of fear. The knight was different than the floor’s common monsters. At the very least, it was as strong as a field boss—if not greater. Un

The question left her lips before she even had time to register what he meant. “Poking me? Why would you be better suited to-” She caught herself before finishing it, and instead of overreacting she clamped her mouth shut, staring at the squares of the linoleum floor. He then laughed - The Physical part she got but…”Unethical? Why?” Alinta knew she’d regret asking that, especially with how Oscar stared her down, a twinkle in his eyes when she asked. As though he were waiting for her to ask such a question. Alinta pushed herself off the little barstool and stretched by arching her bac

From Cardinal came something new. It outstretched its crystalline arms, taking in the vile air of the 29th Floor. It moved lithely, ghost-like, ignoring obstructions in its path like they were as insubstantial as dust. It’s form g̵̢̘͙̓͒̌̈̿̒l̵͓̱̓̃̉̂̓̏͝ḯ̵̝̤̲̯̣͐͋͝t̶͍͚̫̹͓̅͐ć̴̟͙̲̼̩̯͕͝ḩ̵̹͍͇̺̏e̵̡͓̞̝͎̊d̸͎̓, not unlike the Fatal Error quest message. Pixels spasmed out of control, and strange, abrupt audio queues sounded at random intervals. Something wasn’t right. Something was broken. The player known as Leron encountered it first. At level sixty-three, there was virtually no monster that coul

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"A shame, indeed," Oscar agreed. "Though, I think I'd be best suited to do the poking, no?" Her second question earned her a bark of laughter in response. Oscar hadn't engaged with his own profession since he'd got stuck here. Sure, he'd been the confidant and he gave advice as best he could. But he'd never busted out his rate clock. And he wasn't really about to start now. Besides. "I don't think I'd charge, but my methods would be as physical as they are unethical. Definitely more fun than soul searching and head shrinking, though." In the real world, Oscar would never have dr

Her smile faltered slightly as he returned her jest with another overly flirtatious remark. Was he like this with all women? Probably. Definitely. He practically oozed playboy. Alinta wouldn’t be surprised if he did it to the men too. “What a shame, Dog boy…” She said her little nickname for him slowly, drawling out the two simple syllables. “I’ve run out of meat to poke you with.” She said with a shrug and a laugh. “I’d offer to find something else - but I think you’d enjoy that a little…too much.” A practised pause, a purse of her lips, and a tilt of her head. “Yanno?” she asked, with an o

A masterful riposte. Few could hope to land a hit on him and, when they did, it scarcely had any effect. And yet, here was this level one newbie shooting him straight in the heart with her adorable gesture. Oscar chuckled again, bringing his thumb up to his cheek to swipe away the leftover condiments. He brought the digit to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to clean it of the sauces as he kept eye contact with Alinta. Just because she had mounted a successful counterattack didn't mean that he didn't have more in his own arsenal. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Ali. I love a girl wh

Astra had already found himself on Floor 1 in the Town of Beginnings, as he had just finished up reading with the children at the orphanage, when he received a new message from Wulfrin. Boss raid training? Sounds like it'd be a good idea to get that in. I'll bring my combat equipment just in case. He said his goodbyes to the children and workers of the orphanage, and set off to the teleport plaza where he could find Wulfrin waiting. Just in case there was going to be combat, even though Wulfrin said there wouldn't be much, Astra went into his inventory and equipped his combat gear.

Alinta flicked her long crimson hair behind her and scoffed as Oscar laughed, loud and boisterous. Clearly enjoying his sleights and jabs at her. “Hmmph.” Alinta picked up the last of her hotdog. You know the little weiner part that sticks out over the side? She jabbed that right into his cheek. “Listen here dog boy.” She retorted with her own nickname for the jovial man. “You keep dishing that out, and I may just have to dish it back.” She had slowly become accustomed to his antics - and his laughter set her at ease. She tilted her head at his question, she had honestly just meant levels

Oscar could only laugh at her reaction. It was clear that the outward persona was just veneer. Not that he considered that to be any sort of negative thing. It was cute, the juxtaposition of her outward persona with her inner thoughts. She pivoted, doing her best to recover from Oscar's perfectly timed jab. She was failing, of course. That was rather the point. His laughter eventually ebbed away, mellowing into small giggles as she took several swigs of her soda. "I appreciate the compliment, Ali," Oscar said. He lingered on her name again in a teasing inflection. Three letters drawn out

Himiko waddled around the town of beginnings, she tried to keep herself occupied from her thoughts. Another day of players coming to the orphanage, as the years go by more and more players grow closer, the older ones even going so far as wanting to have a child during their time in this game. It was a far less formal process than the real world since at the end of the day, it wasn’t official and thus meant less. But the players got checked all the same to prevent children being used as bait for orange players to kill players. Another “adoption period” passed, her friends being taken in and awa

Ph Zajcica uses AoE-I vs Spectral Knight. Spectral Knight is Stunned, Evasion is reduced to zero. 244443 - BD: 3 + 4 = 7 Hit! (28x15)-80=340 (15-1) Well Rested Procced. 14 EN Consumed. 2 Hate acquired.

Howdy! I'm currently dipping my toes back into the site to see if its a hobby i'd like to lightly pursue again; however, there has been quite a bit of progress made on the site and my character is a bit dusty as well as my knowledge of every last rule/mechanic on site. During my time gone, stealth got a complete rework and Vanish actually became my Custom Skill as Hidden's Custom Skill, "Lady Midnight", does the following: The user may use the <<Vanish>> mod as a free-action. If I could, I'd like to change my Custom Skill to the below mentioned skills. I don't have a rea

Among the many trials over the years being stuck in virtual reality Tauropolos never gave up her love for archery. Her and Natuski had set up a place in the Town of Beginnings near the inn where they’d met initially for her to keep up with practice. Natsuki watched her friend for hours launching arrows into a target, even retrieving her arrows from their lodged positions back into her quiver. “You’re so good at this, Polos. Why do you practice every single day?” An arrow sank into the bullseye of the target with a quiet ‘shlunk!’ Tauropolos smiled at her friend. “I’m ‘so good’ becaus

they lost arabelle. y'ha-nthlei's curse blinded jomei's eyes -- and he was with her last, so who could really say? fortunately, the frontlines' newest troublemaker is just as careless with her contact and location. morningstar's tracking reveals arabelle sitting idle outside an abandoned church on top of a hill. she walks sightless, tracing a hand along a broken wall, the sound of the raging sea somewhere past the structures to her left. "any of you still awake?" in the sanctum, there is an open wound where a dozen monarchs once perched. it bled earlier; the

ACTION: unloading the Cargo --placeholder/rolling - ID: 244442 LD:3 Feeling unease, Mari pulled out her spear - usually a two handed weapon she held it in one - using it as a makeshift walking cane. The blade pointed high in the air. Her brow furrowed. It… felt weird to be holding a weapon again. Hell, it even felt weird to just be walking around. Could she even fight? Would she be useful? Mari shook her head. No, don’t let those thoughts get the upper hand. She watched as Freyd questioned her. “Mmm?” It was clear he was working through things. Of course he would figure it out. “As

It was hot and dry, much like what she had read about in books that mentioned deserts. Sand and sun beamed her relentlessly. Myst was likely regretting joining her master for this expedition in particular. Nevertheless, Firefly did her best to keep up and keep the sand out of her shoes. “I guess not every landscape can be extensive mountain ranges and sunset skies, huh?” The girl chuckled a little, trying to brighten her own mood a bit. She loved the scenery more than the damp caves she’d been in with Morningstar and the frontline group who had carried her over to tier two in just a few m

“Ahh…” After having eaten the fist hot dog in virtually two bites. “That really hit the spot.” Alinta said as she rubbed her bare stomach, then accentuated it with two pats. “Thank you Oscar.” She laughed softly, “That - you’re right they’re so juicy! Ahh~ And the way the bread just soaks up the slightly sweet sauce - the way you caramelise the onions!” Alinta picked up the second hotdog and instead of just shoving it into her mouth she gave a chance to appreciate the aesthetics. “Look!” She said, showing him - as though he hadn’t made it himself. “Look how even the toppings are! The sauce do

What a weird moment to pick up their earlier conversation, though heartwarming in a completely unexpected way that she would circle back to it. Old Mari would have carved the topic to pieces using only sheer with, burned it, buried it, then salted the earth to make sure nothing ever grew there again. But not this Mari. It was eerily refreshing. Prison… Two years…. “Wait… whut?” As much as he wanted to absorb every detail, they were still in a fairly precarious position, and far too exposed for Freyd’s liking. Reaching back and snaring the edge of her water-logged cloak wit

Oscar exhaled a slight laugh as he realized that his joke had gone completely over her head. He considered, for a moment, calling attention to it. But he would wait for his moment. She'd all but inhaled the first dog. Clearly her hunger had not been overstated. There was a certain pleasure that he - or any Cook for that matter - took in watching people enjoy their food. It was a pleasure that was singularly theirs. It was almost intoxicating, the jubilation of watching someone gush over the food you so painstakingly prepared for them. A warm half-smile played at his face as he stepped behind t

Mari opened her eyes; and right before her - atop a tall rock formation stood Macradon. She couldn’t help but snort - it was so typical of him. Has he noticed her yet? Mari wasn’t sure, she watched him flex - then flap his arms as though he was a bird. She couldn’t help it, a small snort came from her - followed by a laugh. “He…He can’t be serious…” she muttered to herself. But she already knew that he was. She was waiting for it - waiting for him to jump. Waiting for the splash - but their eyes met - and he hesitated. Instead - Macradon sat down, taking a breather. Why didn’t he jump? Mari ga

Ali And there it was again; just as quickly as she was able to calm down, she felt that same hot sensation that flooded her cheeks. “A-Ali!” She took a breath. “I only allow my friends to call me Ali. Oscar…” Breathe Alinta, Breathe. She took a deep breath and attempted to put on a confident smile. “So - does that make you a fri-” Her words caught in her throat as he leaned forward, close. Dangerously so - the tickle of his hair against his forehead - the exhale of his breath against her skin. Alinta had to lean back. She watched as he snatched the drink from her hands, his eye

“I know, I know,” Oscar said. “But appearances can be deceiving. Never know when you’ll find a hidden gem.” Truth be told, no one had ever called his establishment cute. Oscar didn’t dislike it, but he wasn’t sold on it either. Still, he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut when someone was enjoying themselves. Far be it from him to ruin her fun. He did enjoy the fact that routine hadn’t made him entirely dull. He was still getting his sea legs, every synapse screaming to be his normal charming, witty self. But he was so out of practice, it was very much out of his reach. But it was

’Quite right, quite right! Well, that’ll be all from me for the evening, I do believe!’ Aoi’s head turned at the familiar voice’s sound, her eyes glancing across the room to spot the mayor she’d been hunting down for the last two hours. Her eyes lit up as she recognised the figure, her body naturally moving towards him before she could stop herself – even if she lost her room, she knew that the completion of this quest would be fulfilling enough in the moment. She could figure out accommodations later, perhaps at another of the inns that dotted the town’s various corridors. ’Excuse me, Ma

Aoi turned another corner as she searched for some sign of the town’s mayor, hoping to drop the envelope that Pete Larkin had provided in his hands, and call an end to the quest that had taken up most of her day. She glanced upwards once more, noticing the changing scene in the sky above, a reminder that she still needed to find somewhere for the evening to layover and sleep – and she knew from experience that the local inns would fill soon enough. Where could he be hiding? It’s not like he goes to sleep…or does he? Shit, am I going to have to wait for tomorrow? Her face twitched ever so