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Mari forgot how easily Yuki could be shaken. The woman still seemed to struggle to gain whatever resolve or belief she had in herself. In the past Mari would have continued to bring Yuki up, offer her positive platitudes. But not right now. Mari was tired. She wasn't going to bend over backwards to please everyone anymore. Still, Mari listened with sympathy as she drained her cup of the remnants of tea. "Experiencing near death for the first time is always a daunting experience that stays with you." Mari hadn't really spoken from experience, each time she had been close to death in the past sh

7/22/25 (Crafting Respite: 245373, Ambition: 174836-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248234 CD: 1 LD: 17 Critical Failure (2) 5 (+4 Ambition) 2 248235 CD: 4 LD: 3 Salvage Fa

Once Sable had plunged into the water the roar of the waterfall and screams of his companions died out. Instead there was the muffled pressure of water in his ears. The water pulled his body, making it difficult for him to get his barrings. A warning flashed in his vision, yes he knew he was under water. Wit ha few good kicks in the directions of his rising bubbles the scout breached the surface of the river and gasped for air. He frantically looked around before fighting his way to the shore. Everyone seemed to be around in some way, shape or form. Elora was calling for everyone, Astra w

Had he even registered that look in Lessa's eyes as the already miniscule space between them became mere inches... This story would have ended much differently. Instead the oblivious, intoxicated ginger continued to ramble on about how he felt about her. He stumbled over his words as the wavering bit of sobriety within him fought with his wine drunk mind to not drop any emotional bombs on her. They both had a long day, and the last thing he wanted was to make the mistake of pushing her away by telling her how he really, truly felt about her. "Of course it makes you special, you're the be

An all encompassing darkness spread over them. Katoka felt her heart begin to race, her mind jumping to when she was swallowed by the Storm of Shadows. Anxiety, fear, failure. It all came rushing back as the grip on her sword weakened. But then there was a blinding light. A flash in the dark. Freyd stood with a crystal in his hand, raised above him like a beacon in the night. It was gone. She was still standing. They all were. Anger blossomed inside the samurai now. A hot fury that spread through her in an instant. Kat's hands tightened once again on her weapon as she surged forward,

PH -> Repairing Equipment: ID 248231 | LD 12+7 = 19 Running Total: 106

"I feel like, we've got this bond, you know?" She leaned forward on her barstool, his words a rope that tugged her closer. He felt that he could be himself around her? And he had since they'd first met? She felt the same way. As he continued to speak, she continued to shift closer, her eyes on his lips that dropped words like bombs, shaking her all the way to her foundation. Had they both been sitting on these truths all this time? How different might their lives have been if they'd just shared how they felt, all those months ago? It would have saved her from a lot of heartbreak, and a lo

The dark receded—not by its own will, but by force. A gash of radiance torn clean through its center, chasing the void back into its corners. Freyd had stood fast against the unlight, as expected. Not by spectacle. By refusal. Even the shadows bowed away from his blade when memory called it true. Ariel exhaled quietly through her nose. Then the battlefield returned in pieces. The stone beneath her feet. The shallow splash of rain. The hiss of wind cut by Oscar’s passage—his strikes already carving a rhythm into Belregor’s massive frame. Not reckless. Not panicked. Measured. Surg

The trek to the Second Floor was uneventful, save for the subtle shifts of the party’s pace as they adjusted to one another. Ariel walked in silence, the gifted topaz now tucked safely within her system’s inventory menu. Alongside her, she could hear Gambit’s light footsteps and Acanthus’ more deliberate gait. The air grew thinner the higher they climbed, the land shedding the warmth of Floor 1 for something colder—older. At the quest marker, a small cluster of standing stones greeted them, half-swallowed by moss and silence. Between them stood a woman clad in traveling robes, auburn curl

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