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Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the pair. Astra and Wulfrin, the stalkers. She let out coldly. She wasn't the most pleasant person when she felt threatened, in fact, she was downright rude. She crossed her arms and listened intently. She made routine glances, checking her surroundings, expecting nothing in particular, but ready for any outcome. Whether an ambush, or another NPC attempting to interact with her. As they spoke she continued to analyze her surrounding, remembering the patters that happened around them. The pace at which the clock ticked, the blue hummingbi

Which mask will you don today? Is it his again? Perhaps it’s time to tell us what you’re hiding behind that smile, young Pierrot. Show us who you really are. That is…If there is a “you.” Where do they end, and where do you begin? Where do I begin? It started with a curious invitation. Elegant, adorned with gold - yet filled with intrigue. A masquerade ball, hosted by one of the most charismatic yet enigmatic people in Aincrad. At first thought, an event like this seemed as if it was out of Astra’s league. Something for debutants, people with decorum. That wasn’t him i

Reytac settled down at the workbench that Waldo had pointed him towards, and let the noises of the world fall away around him as he concentrated. Somewhere, he could hear the scraping and cutting from Nisa as she worked, but her efforts were background noise to him at the moment. Trying to emulate her would most likely only lead to failure for him. A Sparkstones that was the first thing to craft, a small, applicable 'pellet' that would enhance a weapon, focusing the effects. A small pellet - like the twist of roots that had gnarled together. His own starting point. Reytac pulled it out a

"I think if we were all soldiers we would have been out of here a long time ago." Jomei would chuckle softly as he sipped from his coffee once more, "Or at least know how to fight. Cardinal holds our hand for the most part, but real life experience goes a long way." "I think I much rather enjoy being typical people, lets us enjoy stuff like this." a turned cheek gestured towards the rest of the empty club. He was glad that Oscar liked the names, specifically Blackbook. It really did embody both the vibes of the decor and Oscar's personality. "Happy to be of service." Jomei remarked

Voices, maybe? She sure, and that was rapidly eating away at her. Telrenya took the smallest of steps, determined to keep herself steady on the uneven cemetery grounds, and strained her eyes and ears against the dense fog and whistling winds. A droplet splashed against the top of her head and caused her to jump with a start, a chill running all the way down her spine. The heavy globules that followed and splashed on her face, her shoulders, her head, revealed themselves to be no monster at all–just some very unfortunate, very unpleasant weather. The start of a murky rain topped off the at

[Stats going in soon, I promise.] Lessa stood outside the Wild Rose Forge, her hands on her hips, her face contorted in an expression that could only be described as confused annoyance. Annoyed confusion? Regardless, she was annoyed, and that confused her. Why did the mere sight of her shop spawn such negative emotions? Why had years passed without her even stepping across the threshold? The sunlight spilling through the windows illuminated the dust particles beyond the glass, filling the serene space with glitter. And it still did nothing to entice her inside. “I hate you,” she told

Careful footsteps, the dry rotted floorboards creaking and threatening to snap under her boots as she proceeded further into the remains of the tavern. Golden eyes scanned the interior for anything out of the ordinary, specifically the figure she saw standing in the front door. There were no other signs of life, no movement, anything. Perhaps the exhaustion was settling in and her mind was just playing tricks on her. Illusions crafted that only her tired eyes could see. Jevi would rub her face with the heels of her hands, leaving streaks of dirt and grime on her cheeks. Abandoning her se

DATE: [10/6/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3870/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14*2=28 RANK 1 TAILOR | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 1 ARTISAN | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 7 ALCHEMIST | [EXP: 1753/1279] RANK 1 COOK | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 1 PERFORMER | [EXP: 0/39] RANK 1 APPRAISER | [EXP: 0/100] CRAFTING BUFFS: All Profession Ambition Tools +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop (Artisan, Blacksmith, Alchemist, Performer, Cook, Appraiser) +2 EXP per craft with those professions Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 4 | +4 crafting attempts Using Workaholic's Draft | Crafter's

Raven Hollow Mayor's Estate Sunrise Another day dawned, the sunrise spreading it's pink wings across the cloudless sky. The first mayor of Raven Hollow had chosen this property to build on partially because of the view. With windows on all four sides, the manor offered a front-row seat to the sunrise, the sunset, and every moment in between. He also selected it given its position on a hill, apart and above the rest of the town. The first mayor had enjoyed looking down on his constituents from atop his modern castle. The last mayor hadn’t cared about such things. Now, the estate h

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Mari's brow furrowed slightly as Orpheus offered her a smile, stating he wanted to chat a little longer. It wasn't that his company wasn't welcome...Mari just didn't do well with new people, hell she was still a little akward around her guild members. There were very few people that the woman felt she could relax and speak freely around, and despite the air of familiarity the man had about him,. he was not one of them. Not at least, without another drink. A shrug of her shoulders as Mari downed the last of her whiskey, clearing her throat to dislodge the burn of pure alcohol. "I'm not good wit

The setting sun was not doing any favors for an already creepy cemetery. In stark contrast to the lovely autumnal vibes of the rest of the floor, Wuflrin couldn't help but get the feeling something was very off here. "We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere," Wulfrin spoke softly to his companion, Astra. "As far as I can tell, this isn't on the Floor 28 map anywhere. We should use caution." Wulfrin pressed on into the graveyard before them. The last time he prowled through burial grounds, he ended up in a knockout drag out with a crazy multiarmed custodian of the grounds. The heads

"What he said," Wulfrin affirmed his apprentice's opening statement. "Also we're here on behalf of Gladis, that poor NPC that you saved from tripping earlier. She's scripted to do that everyday, so she thanks you for the routine break and is super sorry she couldn't come herself." He let out a small chuckle. He knew it was ridiculous, but that didn't stop his witty humor from taking centerstage a bit. "On a more serious note, Astra is right. Dorian's little money lending quest can be quite the tedious task if you aren't prepared or know to grab a few things from the NPCs in what is essentially

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Combat Mastery EVA R1 SP Incurred Towards Limit: 0 (It was free) SP Refunded: 0 (It was still free) Cost: 0 (It was free?) I feel like I've made this joke before

Telrenya picked the color of her mask in a panicked rush. She didn’t realize there would be a choice awaiting her at the door. Yet once the ornate white mask was placed in her hands, she was just as quick to slip it over her features, like a mouse scurrying away from the light. A quick murmur past her lips and she shuffled in through the entrance, seeking out an unoccupied sliver of space where she might be able to collect herself. She looked out over the people in attendance. The sea of little spinning cursors was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she watched in awe as dozens of masked

from her passing comments, iris was starting to realize her companion, having introduced herself as sin, was a woman of few words, yet still captivated an audience with her intensity. their glasses had met with an audible clink, and as her own lips folded around her straw dainty, iris couldn’t shrug off the way the other’s eyes had remained on her. she barely held contact for long, brushing the feeling off with a smile. "Sinnamon is my stage name.” and neither had she expected herself to be on equal footing on their mannerisms, then. there was a twinkle in iris’ eyes, borne from curi

Jomei the emerald duelist Two masks were presented before him, one black, one white. The Sinful and The Sainted. Many in Aincrad saw viewed Jomei as 'saintly' due to his selflessness, compassion, and good deeds. Always putting himself in the line of danger not for his own self gain, but, to protect those he held dear. To fight for those who could not raise a sword. Would never turn down a friend's request for help and will always uplift those around him. But this was Oscar's den. Jomei was well aware of the type of man his fri

"Gingersnap?" The furry creature known as Swiftclaw asked as he scratched his head. "Not heard o' ye round these parts. But most all are always welcome!" He'd offer her a chesty guffaw of a laugh, seemingly brushing off her less than amicable approach to him. it felt weird...to not be hated nor hunted. To have a NPC look at her with a smile and a sparkle in their eyes rather than hate. Maybe...not all NPCs were as bad as Mari thought. "I'm just surveying the area." Mari said quietly. Why was she always like this? She had all the bravado in the world when it came to tense situations. She w

It was all a battle of attrition after a while, but that was what all of them were at some point. Each floor boss has been a sheer battle against time and supplies. Health pools were getting larger, or that they were just doing less and less damage. Heck, the gimmick for this last one was just all wrong. They were just beating a dead boss that wouldn't actually die without some outside component to it all. He heard that a few players from the support teams had to run it through hordes of mobs and difficult terrain. Having to wait for some sword to be brought from the backlines to be deli

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Clapping her hands together producing clouds of dust, the red head huffs upward to blow a strand of her bangs out of her eyes. "I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Welcome to the club." Waving her hand in front of her face to clear the smell and help save her senses. "It work don't it, or rather will. Probably." Celeste remarks with a shrug, lifting an end table over her head finding the company made this a little less obnoxious. "If you got any other ideas..." she expresses as she heaves the next piece of furniture over the wall, that slams into the grass and explodes into wooden shrapnel leav