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The Winged Priestess never stood a chance. Persi, easily the G.O.A.T. within the party did what she did best and halted Athia's attempt to survive with gnashing teeth and claws. Before long, their foe was on the ground flailing helplessly. It was a familiar set up for Wulfrin, as Freyd and he had performed the maneuver many times before, most notably on Terra Firma. Wulfrin would not waste the opening and charged, Icingdeath glowing bright with the light effect generated by his strongest art. The goal was to end this here and now. With a series of heavy and consecutive strikes on the clipped w

The stranger, a bearded man with an almost jovial smile responded - "Pretty much always, except when you might actually want it to." Something was off about this man. Mari couldn’t quite pick it. There was a familiarity with the way his gaze fell upon her, he seemed relaxed. Which was fine, but it was almost too relaxed. He held himself in a manner of someone speaking to an old friend. Maybe…that’s just how he was, Baldur was always similar in that way. "You could have just stayed outside and kept your mouth open for that." The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

*Note: Giving Freyd his Hyperactive (+3 EN) Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244259 | Recovery CD: 4 (No Proc), Vengeful Riposte Refreshed, Justified Riposte Refreshed, Parry Duration [2/3], Charge Refreshed, Concentration CD {2/5} A roar of flames danced across the room, attack after attack would bleed out in a reverberating demolition site sending sprays of muck all to and from. Eruda, Wulfrin, Freyd and Morningstar. All held fast within that tide, covered from head to toe in it. The very foe they faced would get obliterated, reform and proceed to be erased again. Each time it would reappear

Taking inspiration from Macradon's style and flair, Freyd was already airborne as Raidou slammed the valkyries' mistress harshly, forcing her to suck stone. Familiar tones of a mob's shattering defenses were greeted by the banshee's wail that were Samael's Pride releasing its celestial seals. Maybe the two mythologies just didn't like each other. Maybe the material void wrapped around his fists was just hungry. Maybe the universe was just letting them have this one. Who cared? Diving down from on high, the Whisper's fury crashed through Athia's hide like a meteorite through butter. H

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Freyd's widened at the sight of her, like a child watching something deemed impossible manifest itself before them in defiance of suppressed naivete. That wonderlust slain by jaded aging and the dreaded pragmatism of adulthood. Yet, in that moment, the oppressive gloom of their surroundings melted away and even the heaviest downpour failed to keep his spirit from alighting with cherished relief. Dozens of questions piled up behind his lips, vying for control of his larynx, denying any one of them access to his voice. All that emerged was an awkward gurgle and snort as she did all the thing

*Yoink, Freeze faded from Ciela's attack. Damage skipped on Raidou Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Need), Concentration Refreshed, Howl Refreshed A spray of arrows manage to clip him one after another, pushing the man on the defensive. In that harrowing however, the others would descend upon that harpie with renewed fervor. Utterly blind to them, she'd find herself cordoned and avoiding one attack from Freyd before being blindsided and sent rattling to the floor by Wulfrin. A helmet drops with a rattling as it rolls, a shield finds itself inserted into the floor with a

Mari sniffed, trying to wipe tears from her stinging eyes - but all that did was wipe more grime into them, which resulted in more tears. She didn’t want to cry in this moment, because she wasn’t sad. She was relieved. It was like she wasn’t truly alive those past few years - and that being here..amidst the golden hues of falling leaves and flickering lanterns the soft chill of a breeze… “I’m Alive…” She muttered. And in the next breath, she was almost knocked back to the floor. She lost her footing and had to grip onto gauntlet clad shoulders to stop them both from falling flat. “M

Somehow, despite being lost, and completely soaked by the onslaught of rain - Mari had found herself in what she thought was…the remnants of a village. Or maybe, an outpost? A port? It was impossible to tell. “Eargh..” She lifted a foot up as she felt something distinctly slimy move over it. "You're alive?!" A voice called out, to her right. Mari blinked and turned to see the source of the sound. Under the rumbling ruins of a building - almost safe from the torrential storm - stood a tall man. There was a slight hesitation as she stared at the unfamiliar face. Her eyes glanced up to

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"Please don't say 'plague' out loud. This floor seems to have enough bad ideas on its own, without us helping it along." Having only cleared the stone out of sheer curiosity, the storm itself seemed to lose strength as they tended to the remnants of this place. "Huh. Would you look at that. Looks like you might have stumbled onto something." Wandering over to the nearest sepulcher, Freyd diligently traced various symbols and markers built into its ornate exterior, like he was following some sort of secretive map. "I've seen some of these markings around. No idea what any of them mea

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"I can't speak for the others," Wulfrin spoke as he grabbed his own set of cleaning supplies. "But I have found it quite difficult to go scouring the floor. However that is to be expected considering how fresh I am." Following Freyd's intuition, Wulfrin knelt down and brushed the bristles across another gravestone. His attention wasn't too focused on the stone before him, instead his eyes drifted over the graveyard as a whole. Massive blobs of inconceivable matter slowly shifted across the grounds. Freyd's observation was correct. These things, whatever they were, had been plaguing the fr

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"Reports," Freyd replied. "More accurately, the complete absence of any." A bearded grimace mixed with a smirk, offering a hint of levity in a world gone mad. "By now players would normally have scoured half of a new floor's area, painting a fuller picture of what we had on offer to explore in greater detail. So far, we've been lucky just to hold Ilridge. That's not enough, if we're to press forward." Eyes blinked their approval at Wulfrin's new duds while the rest of the Whisper made no mention that they'd both wandered into dangerous territory alone. "Aincrad has no shortage of def

Three items, clandestinely dropped off in a giant honey bun box. *** Freyd gives Wulfrin: x1 gleaming scale Frostflame Bulwark +1 | T4 Perfect Armor (Heavy) | Thorns II | Flame Thorns I Acquisition ID: 213804g | Crafting ID: 244215, 244216, 244217 Forged in the heart of an elder glacier pierced by a volcano, the Frostflame Bulwark hums with opposing primal energies. The metal is slick with frost yet warm to the touch, engraved with runes of fire and ice spiraling around its form. It bears the symbol of a tiny black rose, barely visible on the sacrum plate. Source: ht

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Step 1: Item Evals: Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Identifications: 3x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = 9,120 col 3x Reroll #1 (@1000 col) = 3,000 col Net Cost to Banker: 12,120 col Items sacrificed to obtain 9 Mystic Essences, all consumed below: Item Evaluations: