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“Did not want such things…” She mumbled to herself, trying to wipe the slime off her body, memories of the mimic and how it felt still clear in her mind. Disgusting… She hadn’t expected a creature to spawn in the confines of the safe zone. Again, the mans words ran out in her ears, Complacent. Right…The rules of the game could realistically change any time. Arsine knew that, it's why she was so indulgent. She had attempted to message a number of people, consorts for the evening to aid her - but when they found out she had an orange cursor - they had all told her they were not interested t

Bael crouched just beyond the tree line, eyes fixed on the field where Arsine had paused. The orange cursor above her head pulsed faintly, signaling her presence even amidst the grime and debris clinging to her avatar. He watched as she slammed her fists against the dirt, cursing softly in her native tongue, and then finally drew a long, measured breath. Composure returned, but not the unguarded chaos he had seen earlier. A smirk tugged at his lips. The woman moved differently than the other players, her focus never wavered, her movements deliberate even in frustration. Something about th

The plains had grown quiet again. The system light dimmed toward evening, the sky painted in hues of fading gold. Bael stood among the tall grass, his hand resting lazily against the haft of his greataxe. The whispers in the distance had thinned, those who watched him either fled or grew too cautious to move. The so-called heroes who had once gathered here were gone, leaving behind only the hush of the digital wind. He could still feel them, though. The unseen eyes watching from behind trees, from the ridges far beyond sight. The Beast of the Plains, they called him now, every whispered r

Post Action: Return Letter to Dorian When you return and hand the stinking letter over to Mayor Dorian, he eyes it dubiously before opening it. "Well, yes," he stammers, "I suppose that's a fair trade. Truth be told, I don't quite remember how much we loaned him, anyway." Delicately, with two fingers, Dorian sets the parchment aside. "Uh, alright, that's all, then. Thank you for your help. If you ever need anything in this town, do not hesitate to drop my name. I'm sure that's far more valuable than any monetary reward I could offer you, anyway." Arsine trudged through the cit

The plains had gone silent again. The mobs had respawned, yet none dared draw near the hulking figure standing amidst the tall grass. The players that lingered on the edges of the field had learned to keep their distance. He could feel their eyes, curious, terrified, or both, each one another phantom presence haunting the edges of his awareness. Bael rolled his shoulders, the greataxe shifting as it caught the faint shimmer of the setting sun. The light fractured against the edge, a deep orange glare reflecting across his black eyes. He could feel the tension in the air, how the plains th

Had it been incredible luck that put Aeva on this path? That her life only remained intact because the person she had just met knew her rescuer? It was a strange kind of luck, but Aeva wasn’t about to complain. “You were certainly right before.” Aeva started. “I was quite naive and completely underestimated the dangers of this floor. I thought I could see the sights a little before I returned to floor 1.” She spoke half-truthfully. She’d work up the courage to return to that town and put her bad memories behind her, but it still felt so fresh, despite how much time had actually passed. The hea

Post Action | [x14] AOE-II (14 + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) EN) ID: 256986 | 4 + 2 = 6, | Hit vs. Mimic Dealing 126 Damage" The mimics tongue slowly slid up her leg, leaving trails of saliva behind it. “Eeurgh!” Arsine tried to push herself back up off the ground but the mimic had other plans, an arm of thin bone came out of its maw, flesh taught and purple, almost like it had been mummified. Its hand slammed down against her neck, pinning her to the boardwalk. The woman let out a small gasp, dots dancing in front of her eyes. Was this how she was going to go? A simple beginner que

The plains had grown still again. Even the wind seemed to hesitate when it passed him by. Bael stood amid the tall grass, the soft green rippling around his boots as if trying to conceal him from the world that now feared him. Somewhere beyond the horizon, the faint glimmer of the town walls broke the dusk, but he made no move toward them. The streets were off-limits, locked behind invisible walls and systems that denied his existence. Not that he cared to enter. The moment he appeared, it would only cause panic, and panic, without resistance, was hollow. For a while, he simply watch