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Of all he things that Reytac had expected when he’d invited Acanthus and Nari along on this next stage of the Dragon Hunter’s quest, the state the two ladies were in now was far, far down the list. Nari had come across as standoffish and cold pretty consistently – not so much that he thought she didn’t like him, but more that she was someone who worked through logic and didn’t let her emotions run hot. So having her chew her out with what felt like actual concern for his safety was touching, and a bit surprising. He could almost imagine her standing with one hand planted on her hip, and the ot

”Excellent. Yeah, I've got a quest to save a girl from a cave. Shouldn’t be too strenuous, just a bit of cave diving and maybe a little combat.” Reytac smiled a little in relief – it was a good thing that the young man had also been trying to start a quest, it had apparently made him more wiling to work with someone he didn’t know. For a moment Rey waffle on whether he should warn the young man about trusting strangers – but he set that aside, for now. He’d give him the friendly warning later, after they’d finished things up here. Didn’t want to run the risk of scaring the young man off.

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Reytac tilted his head to one side, blinking slowly. Things had gone sideways, rapidly, and he wasn’t quite sure where he’d lost the plot on what was happening. It was probably around the time that a new lady, Bliss, came in trying to impersonate a character from a show he’d once watched. Though that character had been riding the boar intentionally, not being carried along out of control. He watched the boar trudge away, more than done with the shenanigans that were going on here, and he shook his head from side to side in disbelief. Then he shook himself and looked at the woman he’d been

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When she was told that the Boss was easy, everyone neglected to mention the literal flying monkeys that accompanied her. At a first glance, it looked like an insurmountable fight. The four of them versus a veritable swarm of swooshing, screeching, swooping simians. It was rather intimidating to stare down an entire army like this. But they were only monkeys. How bad could it be? Vitalis said one word and Sin knew that it was time to go. She broke off into a sprint, drawing her weapon from the aether and leaping into the fray. She was a bladed whirlwind, slashing out in all directions

The tornado deposited them some distance away. Out of the Safe Zone and right into the fire. Before the group stood the Wicked Witch of the West - with all of her flying monkeys assembled behind her. She was just standing there. Menacingly. The hooting of her servants at the appearance of their new victims filled the air. Shrill. Terrifying. Well, it should have been anyway. Vitalis smoothed out his shirt, plucking errant twigs and leaves from the fabric. He didn’t seem to be at all perturbed. Why would he be? This boss was supposed to be by and large easier than anything else they h

“Lowbies” was, of course, subjective. As far as actual levels went, Abellio and Lysette were on up there. Not nearly as high as Oscar, but tied for second place. But Warren was lower than they were. In levels, specifically. He didn’t carry himself like one, though. After all, he just stood there and took a stream of fire from a dragon without a care in the world. And it was that cold professionalism that made Sin fail to make that particular connection. It didn’t just mean low-level. It needed a certain unflappability in the face of danger. Lysette was probably closer in that me

“Yeah,” Abellio said, nodding in agreement with Vitalis. “I’m sure you did your research.” Sin had. Extensively. Honestly, it took an incredible amount of time to nail down a quest that was simple, safe, and useful enough for them to take on. And this was the only source of a potion of this kind - that increased these stats. At least, as far as the Info Brokers knew. She went to a ton of them. But it was nice to know that her efforts were appreciated. She was no Frontliner. And she didn’t have extensive knowledge of the Quest List like Oscar did. But she did know the right people. Bl

And it wasn’t a power play or anything. It was a kindness, she thought. Taking some of the responsibility off of Oscar’s shoulders. Actually being the Guild Officer she was, rising to the responsibility that Oscar had given her. The man had a sixth sense for things she found. Able to look straight through someone and see their untapped potential. Had he seen that in her? Had he seen some competent leader hiding behind that succubus veneer? While she waited, Sinnamon picked up a dusty tome that was meant to start the quest. As she did, the Teleportation Platform flared to life. O

<<Witch of the West>> Not every outing needed to have the tall, dark, and handsome assholes involved. Sinnamon could totally run a party, right? At least, that had been what her thought process was when she called everyone up to floor 22. It would really help the Guild out, she said. A bunch of special potions from an easy boss would really be a boon. Why the fuck did she say boon? Sin couldn’t shake the jitters as she sat around and waited. She’d not been a party leader before. And she didn’t want to fuck up. The boss was easy enough, but fucking up would mean

"Does it matter?" Arsine shook her head. "Of course it matters." She waved her hand dismissing the words. "Name is important. All jokes aside - is important you be called what you want to be called. Be it Bael. Beast. Lisichka. Is your choice." Arsine leaned into him, enough to nudge his shoulder. "Would think you a man who dictates what that want is. No?" The man grew quiet when she admitted how she felt about the world. It made Arsine assume he had lost something, or someone close to him. That he didn't believe people woke up on the other side. Meaning... He really put all those names o

Bael exhaled slowly, the sound barely audible beneath the hiss of steam. His eyes followed the movement of the towel as she rose, though not with the curiosity of a man watching a woman, but with the faint wariness of someone who had spent too long expecting every shift in his surroundings to mean danger. When she spoke again, her tone soft, almost teasing, it drew a faint sound from him, something between a snort and a laugh. "A victory, huh?" His head tilted slightly. "You think I'd step into that water willingly?" There was the smallest glint of humor in his voice. "You'd have to drag

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Arsine couldn't help but laugh softly at his response. "Maybe. But I would not be the only one needing to wash myself. That alone would be a victory to me." She was beginning to feel a little light headed so lifted herself up and out of the hot springs, immediately donning a towel to wrap around her torso. Arsine allowed her legs to stay in the water, kicking them back and forth slowly. She enjoyed the contrast, the cool wind against damp skin, the heated water below. "If not Beast. If not Bael. Then what would I call you?" Arsine asked. She shifted her gaze back to him - he was close.

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Bael's head tilted slightly at her words, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Throw it at me, will you?" His tone carried a dry humor, quiet but edged with amusement. "Perhaps. But you might find yourself washing off the slime and dirt again." The steam between them curled lazily, softening the sharpness of his outline. Her composure, her willingness to speak to him so casually, still surprised him. Even now, sitting vulnerable in the spring, she looked back at him without fear. "Is hard to forget someone like you, Beast." Although not staring directly at her, Ba

Where the blondes head had rushed to had not been something that Gaius had considered at all, but like any man he could hardly not oblige such an obvious request. All sparked by a shirt being flopped gingerly on the stairs. A cloth bound invitation with all the meaning of a largely written letter of excruciating detail, one that the man sat in a stupor as he read the situation for a bit longer then you'd expect a bit shocked. Reattaching his jaw from the floor, he'd swim through the room like a shark smelling blood. Yet that attempts at turning predator quickly transition to prey when the girl

House Name: We Name Houses He- Wait! No! Fuck! Location: Floor 24 Description: A beachside complex complete with cabana houses and bungalos. A place to relax and unwind - when she isn't working. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): Workshop (Extended) - Appraiser | Workshop (Extended) - Tailor | Workshop (Extended) - Blacksmith | Workshop (Extended) - Artisan | Living Room | Basic Kitchen | Storage Closet Adding Rooms Workshop (Extended) - Tailor | 25k Workshop (Extended) - Blacksmith | 25k Workshop (Extended) - Artisan | 25k Total Cost - 75k