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FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID:247673 LD: 15+1 CD:12+1 CHEST OBTAINED 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk 16 exp gained - critical catch CHEST OPEN ID: -247674 LD: 13 Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (1), Unidentified Rare Armor/Shield (1) THREAD REWARDS +1 Material Unidentified Perfect Weapons (2) ID: 24767 , Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (2) ID: 24767 Unidentified Rare Weapons (2) id:247670 Unidentified Rare Consumables (2

FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID:247672 LD: 8+1 CD:1+1 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk CHEST OPEN ID: - THREAD REWARDS +1 Material Unidentified Perfect Weapons (2) ID: 24767 , Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (2) ID: 24767 Unidentified Rare Weapons (2) id:247670 Unidentified Rare Consumables (2) ID: 247670 Random Dungeon Map FISHING EXPERIENCE THREAD TOTAL: 65

PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +90% Rosaria | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

Mari walked casually through the 24th floor, A small leather satchel lightly and rhythmically banged against her thigh as she walked. Normally, Mari wouldn’t have her weapon out but today she had it hanging casually over both her shoulders, using it to loop her arms through. The miasma bubbled from the halberd blade, leaving behind little black bubbles that would pop in the air as she walked. Scalabis…one of the few main settlements that didn't care about your cursor. It was…nice to be able to walk through a city again. Even if she did get a few looks from players she had passed by. In he

A long and bitter round of extortion, of the multitude of nobles that were made fat with coin and with a little bit of pressure would part with it. His men had already toted away quite a bit of these ill gotten gains, yet this city was a vast place where the harvest remained fruitful. Sliding in and out of crowds and slipping into structures to which held exorbitant wealth, wasteful and excessive. The cloth cover over his the lower half of his face concealed his marker, his appearance and left only those cool and commanding black colored eyes above it. The faint outline as it traced his featur

PH FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID:247671 ld:12+1 cd:1+1 NOTHING 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk CHEST OPEN ID: - THREAD REWARDS +1 Material Unidentified Perfect Weapons (2) ID: 24767 , Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (2) ID: 24767 Unidentified Rare Weapons (2) id:247670 Unidentified Rare Consumables (2) ID: 247670 Random Dungeon Map FISHING EXPERIENCE THREAD TOTAL: 60

FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID: 247669 ld:17+1 cd:3+1 TREASURE CHEST OBTAINED 2 exp gained - angler perk 3 exp gained - successful fishing attempt 16 exp gained- critical catch CHEST OPEN ID: -247670 LD: 7 Unidentified Rare Weapons (2), Unidentified Rare Consumables (2) THREAD REWARDS +1 Material Unidentified Perfect Weapons (2) ID: 24767 , Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (2) ID: 24767 Unidentified Rare Weapons (2) id:247670 Unidentified Rare Consu

ph FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID: 24767 ld:15+1 cd:6+1 TREASURE CHEST OBTAINED 2 exp gained - angler perk 3 exp gained - successful fishing attempt 16 exp gained - critical catch CHEST OPEN ID: 247668 LD:20 THREAD REWARDS +1 Material Unidentified Perfect Weapons (2) ID: 24767 , Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (2) ID: 24767 Random Dungeon Map FISHING EXPERIENCE THREAD TOTAL: 34

ph FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID: 24766 ld:8+1 cd:9+1 2 exp gained - angler perk 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 8 exp -successful fishing attempt THREAD REWARDS +1 Material FISHING EXPERIENCE THREAD TOTAL: 13

What no word count requirement anymore? Weird Duality (1) | 247665 Choose one of the following effects: +30 MIT, -3 DMG or +3 DMG, -30 MIT. These effects stack with other buffs.

Laying in bed, a small window that gleams a small light across her vibrant red silk sheets. Eyes flutter open as she stretches her arms above lightly hitting the back wall. A deep sigh as she feels the heat scoot away from both her sides. The twins get up and run around for a moment. Maro walks over with her slippers, Simmone lifts herself up and pulls her leg off to the side of the bed as she gets slippers placed on her feet. Maru runs over with her long red silk robe, as she stands the girl helps put it on to the best of her ability, “Thank you girls, now prepare me a glass please. Not too m

Mari, damp and annoyed approached the tiny little fishing hut. Clearly unimpressed and frustrated. Never in her life had she experienced such issues with fishing before. No doubt it had something to do with the NPC; he had such a punch-able face the woman was tempted to clock him so had that he'd fall down into the water. Let him fish for his own damn gleaming scales. As she drew closer he started to clap his hands in a booming and resounding sound of congratulatory joy. "I knew you could do it!" He approached and smacked Mari hard on the back, then offered her a sly wink. Mari recoile

Another piece of bait hooked, and another cast, and another attempt at getting this illusive gleaming scale. Mari wasn’t even sure what to do with them. She might have to ask Raidou - or Freyd. Or Anthony…eew. No. The less time she spent interacting with that jackass of an NPC the better. Mari tilted her head, how bad would it be if he were to just…poof disappear for a few days. That’d probably attract some sort of negative attention. It was one thing to kill guards, or farmers - useless digital fodder…but quest givers…yeh. That’d put a big ol’ target on her head taht Mari quite frankly w

Mari shook the water off her fishermans pole before hooking yet another piece of bait, which now she was almost one hundred percent sure was just spray painted gold worms (that can’t be good for the environment, good thing the woman did not care) She cast out her line, watching the waters serene surface. Trout…huh…she wasn’t really sure how to cook it into a semi decent meal. A garlic butter maybe? That’d work. But what to pair it with? Couscous? That was easy to make, just add water… rice? No because then she’d need to figure out how to flavour it. “Dammit…” Mari knew how to cook a few d

Mari threw her fishing line back, then as she went to cast out she accidentally let go of it when she saw a message ding - Mari never got messages. So it would have been one of the two people she had just reached out to. Her rod sailed helplessly through the air and splashed by the lakeside, it was slowly being dragged into the water. “Ah shit.” She said as she ran over to it, Mari grabbed hold of it and tried to pull it back up, getting her feet and legs wet in the process. At least the water wasn’t freezing cold. Mari yanked her rod away from its would be thief and opened up her messag

Honestly…Mari didn’t care if he replied or not. Mari had a strong feeling he was much the same with the messaging system. He didn’t strike her as someone who liked it, considering the sheer amount of notifications he seemed to get. Mari would outright ignore the message system too if she was bombarded with idiots every single day. “That’s it…I’m sittin…” Mari found a nearby rock and sat cross legged on it before shoving more of the bait, which she was fairly sure was just worms spray painted gold back onto the hook, with a swing she cast out again. And this time…when she reeled in the ho

Speaking of… Mari wondered if Lancaster liked fish? Could she figure out a nice meal involving it for him. Mari wasn’t really the best at cooking it, despite growing up in Australia. She always preferred the richness of red meats over it.. As she cast out her line Mari opened up her messenger with her free hand. Two messages in a day? Damn. She was on a roll. The woman hated using the message system. Found it clunky and annoying. Yet here she was, messing people again, not for necessity but for curiosity? It’d be so much nicer just to ask him in person. M

Another failure meant another line to be cast out. Another hook to be baited. How annoying. She cast out the line with a heavy sigh. At least the weather was pleasant. Mari stepped from one foot to the other. If she didn’t get it soon she’d have to find a nice place to sit down. The air was nice too. Fragrant with the smell of freshly fallen leaves. Of wood. Better than the bile and gunk of the 29th floor. Mari hoped Freyd would like her upgraded home. She wanted him to be the first to see it, after all he had put so much effort into fixing up her first home. She wanted to show him how m

Speaking of Freyd…or…she supposed…thinking of Freyd…Mari wondered how he was going. They hadn’t spoken since the whole gemini thing - not really. And she missed him. She had a lot to tell him about. Mari promised to tell him if things progressed with Lancaster and now well, they really had. Mari wasn’t exactly looking forward to that conversation. “Ah…” Mari had whilst she was thinking, cast out her line again- and a slight tug on it caused her to start reeling in. Again, Mari knew this wouldn’t be the big fish with that bright ass gleaming scale that she needed, but at least it’d be something

Mari pried open the tin the man had given her and with the ease and effectiveness of someone who grew up on a giant bloody island she baited the hook. Right. Just how many tries would it take to nab this thing? Five? Ten? Twenty? Mari glanced up at the sun, high in the sky. It was noon. It’d be nice if she could finish this in a few hours - She wanted to get some gathering done before nightfall, if things took too long; she’d have to wait till morning. Red cursor = no easy forms of travel that she knew of. Unless she was Freyd. With his void step fancy feet. Mari had to admit…it was

Without asking, Mari swiped a wooden fishing rod from Anthonys house when he wasn't looking. He had like several of them all perched up against the side of his little hut for the taking. It was like he was begging people to grab them with a big neon sign that said 'FREE' granted...this was a quest hut - so they were probably intended for players to take but Mari felt just a little bit better about herself imagining the plain looking man be troubled by missing one of his many precious rods. Mari walked around the side of the lake and wasted no time in hooking the 'special bait' up and cas

Mari had been fishing in the past; she had enjoyed it. She remembered the times she’d stand by the lakeside with Baldur and Shield fondly…but now it would seem if she wanted to pick up the idle hobby again she’d need to do a dang quest, not exactly something she had planned nor wanted to do, but …when you gotta do what you gotta do… so here she was. At some shabby little shake in some shabby little forest, at least it was outside the city limits. God forbid Mari risk her life just to go fishing. Fuck that. Mari stepped closer to the fishing shack, and like clockwork a figure seems to app

Fishing sounded...kinda nice actually. And in this quiet floor no one would bother her. The only other person crazy enough to traverse here often was Atan- and if he did just so happen to see her. She knew he would leave her well enough alone. The man was solitary, much like she had been. So yeh. Some alone time to just get some materials or whatever the hell else she would get fishing would be nice. Mari paused, seeing a familiar little mushroom. Heh She used to collect these all the time, they just oozed bioluminescence. Mari knelt down and picked it up - throwing it in the air and all

Mari hadn't planned on doing anything with her store; rather - she was considering closing up shop completely. But then she figured it wouldn't hurt to kill some time, to gather some supplies on the off chance that she needed them. She already had a decent stockpile of over 200 materials. But she hadn't bothered with crafting in ages. Hell...she was probably so rusty that if she attempted anything it'd blow up in her face. So, Mari went to the floor she was oh so familiar with when it came to foraging and looking around for various things...the most volatile and unforgiving floor she knew