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The soft rustle of grass and a gentle breeze that would comb it down in sweep, sending them to shiver and spring jubilantly back up. A grove untouched by most in a realm long forgotten. A sacred garden from the lands before, a clocktower held steadfast in a reflection of another. Age, and time. History and fate, had prattled on like droplets in a vast sea. On the rim would you spot the ripples, after they had traveled for so long? Swarms of petals whisked aimlessly by like children racing home for supper, dancing with every step as they'd sway and then fall in a misguided sprinkle. Reds and bl

'Thank you, I shall certainly let you know!' Aoi's face lit into a small smile as she accepted the order, tucking it away for later use. Departing from the shop, she threw her head back inside at the last second, adding to her commentary. 'Oh, and thank you for the quick service. I'll surely be back again soon!' Picking Up Vambrace Crossbow | T2 Perfect Projectile Weapon | ID 244749 | Keen 1 | Para 2 Desc. A simple vambrace with a built-in hand crossbow, capable of firing small, powerful bolts.

Flappy-fluff squawked and took off, probably terrified by Reliq's distraught wails - or at least so he thought. Skipstones, by comparison, was getting frisky. There were sparks, and everything. And then fire. Oh. That was probably bad, right? Too distracted by the ill effects of his own antics, at first, his comrades efforts effectively dislodged the mimic's lapsing focus from its own plight by their efforts to actually deal with the problem. Brittle and raw, flesh sloughing off like shedding snake skin, Borris' efforts at nudging him along were also making him extremely ticklish. Regen

Aoi shifted her eyes around the crowd, confirming no one else was approaching, before pushing past the nearest of players. She could see a few eyeing her as she approached the woman, and found herself not caring about their judgemental gazes. Reaching the woman – who at this point had collapsed to the ground in a desperate heap – Aoi knelt down, placing a hand upon the woman’s shoulder and looking into her eyes. ’What is it you need help with, miss?’ ’I’ve…I’ve been trying to find someone to help me…all day…My child-my daughter…‘ Tears seemed to well at the corner of the woman’s eyes, a

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The path faded slowly beneath her feet, grass overtaking dirt until there was nothing but wild undergrowth and the sound of her own steps. The petals had stopped appearing some time ago, but she didn’t need them now. The pull in her chest was stronger than any trail. The forest broke open all at once. Hidden stepped into the clearing and felt her breath still. The meadow stretched wide beneath the orange sky, glowing in the late light. Flowers bloomed in every color — tall white lilies, violet clover, bursts of red and soft amber — all swaying together like the field itself was alive. The

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Alyssa had always hated running. In elementary and middle school, she kept an old finger split in her locker, and popped it on whenever the mile run rolled around. "Sorry, gym teacher who is also the varsity women's soccer coach, I can't, I'm injured." When it came to high school, and she found out that participating in Track and Field would get her out of the P.E. requirement, she didn't hesitate. She really latched onto the track portion of Track and Field, because much to her delight, shot-putters didn't have to run. But you know who did have to run? Frontliners, apparently. Lessa

Let There Be Light Aoi had found herself roaming the second floor after hearing it had been cleared and considered relatively safe. Even so, she’d taken care to prepare for her adventure onwards and upwards, marking a collection of items that she knew she would need in the future for occurrences just like this one. Unfortunately for her, the order hadn’t been filled prior to heading up onto the second floor – though she’d been told her current setup would more than work for what she had planned. ’It’s beautiful, but I’m not so sure it’s me, if you understand.’ Aoi smiled at the merc

Leaning against the counter listening as she takes a sip of the hot coffee. "I would of believed Lium if this memory wasn't shown to me by Nisahime." Setting the cup behind her, "That woman has not lied to us since we have known her." Thinking about everything Freyd had just told her. Freyd was leaning on the edge of cation which she was completely fine with, she would just have to start with the facts. "I did go to the monument after this memory was shown to me. Tak, Simon , and Luke were all killed by explosive maker of Hadgar. I got curious so I searched for his name too, Hadgar is also on

Leaving Taft always felt strange. Not dangerous — the floor had long since been cleared of anything that could harm her — but quiet in a way that was hard to put into words. The city behind her was still buzzing: bells ringing, stalls opening, players coming and going. But once she passed the gate, it all fell behind her like a closing door. The petals didn’t stop. They caught on low shrubs. Drifted between the trees. Danced across the path like they knew where she needed to be. She followed without forcing it, hands tucked into the folds of her cloak, steps light but unhurried. This wasn’t a

POST ACTION: DRINK ID: 244761 CD: 12 - FRUITY COCKTAIL “And fully agreed. Let’s see what we manage to salvage from the wreck of this god-forsaken floor, and hope it can keep us hammered for another seventy more.” “You know…that’s probably one of the smartest things you’ve ever said to me.” Mari said to Freyd - the carriage was moving now - and it wasn’t that much longer till they arrived at their destination. Mari grabbed the two extra bottles of wine she had pilfered and pushed off and out of the carriage - with Freyd following not far behind. It was odd… to see

@Acanthus "Sorry for the wait. I love trying to reforge something lost to time. I kinda got a bit carried away." * * * Wormwood, the Fallen Star | T4 Demonic Straight Sword (Longsword) | [244633] | Blight 2 | Env. (O) 2 “...and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water…” ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ @Sakura "Interesting concept. Let me know how it treats you."

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Morningstar cursed the person who decided duplicating mobs was a brilliant idea. A knight (that hadn't existed moments ago) slammed into him from behind, knocking him to the ground. This one's health was already dipping into the yellow. Winnable. He groaned, ineffectually wiping mud and grime from his once-red jacket. He bit back, pushing himself up with the momentum gained by Charge and jetting his blade outward. At some point--maybe when the knight had begun to rewrite itself onto the surrounding Shamblers--he had separated from his group. The chaos was immeasurable, only amplified by t

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It had been about fifteen minutes since the bell tolling twice echoed across Taft. Long enough for the light to shift again — not by much, but just enough to change the way shadows fell across rooftops. The golden tone of late afternoon had started to settle in, softening the edges of the buildings and turning window glass to pools of orange. The streets, once sharp and cool in morning stone, now glowed like they’d been warmed from the inside out. The petals were still there. They didn’t always fall where she expected, but they were always waiting. One tucked into a shop awning.

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“Who the fuck are you and what did you do wtih Freyd?” “Freyd,” he laughed, raw essence of precious joy in his voice momentarily pushing back the floor’s oppressive malaise. “Just Freyd.” Mari could see the same mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She’d been privy to it many times, but something in this new version of the man lost the ominous undertones of his earlier self. This was just joy for its own sake, without all the maniacal metaplots. Turning her attention to their approaching destination, neither one of them expected the carriage to suddenly faceplant, sending her barreling

DATE: [6/18/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3270/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+3=13 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop +2 EXP per craft Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 9 | +3 crafting attempts Crafting T2 [Projectile Weapon]s: ID 244748 | CD 5 | Uncommon ID 244749 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 244750 | CD 8 | Rare ID 244751 | CD 1 | Crit Fail ID 244752 | CD 8 | Rare ID 244753 | CD 4 | Salvage | LD 10 | Material Saved ID 244754 | CD 6 | Uncommon ID 244755 | CD 3 | Salvage | LD 16 | Material Saved ID 244756 | CD 6 | Uncomm

The rest of the city didn’t seem to notice. The bells had rung. The light had shifted. People kept moving. Shops opened. Merchants called out. Birds hopped across rooftops. Everything went on, as it always did. But Hidden felt… a step behind it all. Like she was moving through glass. The edges of the world felt thinner than they had this morning. She walked without direction, letting her shoes find the familiar turns. Narrow streets. Back alleys. Overhanging balconies with flower baskets swinging gently in the wind. She didn’t want to go home, not yet. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for