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Another cup taps across the counter, as Vincent twists in his seat to get comfortable. Four glasses down and another slide of the glass beckons for another. "Just like home...." He remarked limply to his surroundings, watching like a wolf from the brush a pair of sharp red eyes with flecks of green almost too small to notice. Vincent was ravenous and hungry as he'd scan his wife as she'd move to the music, finding the tension to rise and accented with every ounce of alcohol. An allure that dwarfed the surroundings and gave him a sense of peace. Intoxicated by the light drawing her beauty into

The world swam in static. Sound bled before sight; laughter, high, mechanical, rattled like broken glass inside his skull. Jack's breathing came in wet stutters, every inhale dragging grit through his throat. The scent of acid and singed skin hung thick in the air, sharp enough to sting his nose. His body refused to obey him, legs heavy, arms bound by something unseen, but his mind clawed for purchase, anchoring to the only thing that still made sense. Her voice. "Scar?" The word trembled. Not from the field around him. From her. He knew that tone. He knew it. The gentle pa

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OMG Gaius Quest Objective | Decipher the tablet on the tree bark [71/60], 256404 | LD: 5 + 26 = 31 DONE Quest Complete SOW: Part 1 Freya: 500 EXP Nature’s Tablet Unlocks <<Scents of the Wild>> quest line Gaius: 500 EXP Nature’s Tablet Unlocks <<Scents of the Wild>> quest line Final Rewards:

THAT IS CLEARLY A STARFISH Quest Objective | Decipher the tablet on the tree bark [40/60], 256403 | LD: 2

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A set of tents all dolled up for the occasion The festivities a plenty all ready to go Grab your friends! All it takes is a little persuasion Lying in waiting and prepared to put on a good show Penned like a circus all regal and grand Pumpkins ablaze, all smiles an grins Prepared down to the finest grain of sand The evening promise and of curated add-ins A honest promise of tricks, a perhaps a meet and greet? A man slaves on offering adding whimsey to the fare To others a sweet tooth and a tasty treat A curious sort that is honestly quite rare Through hallowed

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House Name: Tybalt's Funhouse Location: F25 - Shrine of Shadows {Wonderland | <<Down the Rabbit Hole>>} Description: A chaotic and zany place manufactured purely out of an unchained imagination in both whimsey and nightmare, where up is down and left is tennis shoes. A large tent seems to be a fixture albeit the interior changes on the regular, as well many other smaller tents that change by the hour. Finding a specific room is troublesome, discovering where you're going even more so. While present in this place, skills and gear seem only a suggestion and creatures you may find

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: 1806/2559] RANK 4 COOK | [EXP: 156/159] 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

Given to @Tybalt for housing: 800000 col (should be enough)?

Reytac plucked some thistles from the ground, humming as he watched Arbalest suffer the same fate that he had back when he was doing this quest himself the first time. But, thankfully, unlike him she didn't obsess over gathering more like he had, instead just focusing on returning to Zackariah and turning the quest in. She also didn't seem to be upset over gathering like he had been, so he doubted that she'd waste points on searching like he had initially felt he did when got levels and had the skill points to dump into it. He ambled behind her as she strode back into town purposefully, waitin

A bubbling crowd chuckled unending against what amassed to two actors in a play. No matter where they roam or what they say, it would seem as though it was here to stay. A performance where the running punchline was themselves, in all their comical resistance. A mask seems to fade in, floating and drifting through the air before it ending its persistence. From the ground a white gloved hand bursts free, A laughter of his own all bubbled with glee. "Where is Scar?" Tybalt beamed as he climbed out of his grave, a tight grip at the Alinta's ankle he pulls hard and makes her ca

“You could invite him over,” Oscar said. “It’s just a little gathering. He might find himself a bit more comfortable playing cards over a beach party.” Warren crossed over to the table as Oscar spoke, settling down as the others circled around him. He pulled out his deck of cards, silently shuffling them as he balanced an unlit cigarette precariously between his lips. “Game’s five-card stud. Jokers wild,” he said, the cigarette bouncing as he spoke. Lysette and Sin settled in, flanking Mari. When Warren moved to pull the chips out of his set, Sin held up a hand. “Oh no, no chips,” sh

Mari snorted. “Oscar…. You and I both know I’m not exactly a kind person. But - I appreciate the compliment.” She would offer him a smile that would fade completely when Oscars eyes lowered, Cordelia…hadn’t been messaging him either. Mari chewed the inside of her cheek. Not on the monument…not replying. She could be trapped somewhere, much like Mari was, a place that didn’t allow messages to reach her, or for her to contact the outside world… what if someone in the Laughing Coffin had taken her? What if Atan had? So many possibilities and none of them were good. Mari felt ill, she had to

“I’ve come to realize that I might have been a bit too black-and-white,” Oscar said as she mentioned the day-to-day troubles that Orange Players had to struggle with. In many ways, he knew that struggle well. Invoking his time on the street, his childhood teetering on the precipice. If not for his stroke of fortune, he knew in his bones that he would not be here right now. Enjoying a meal, a conversation. It all came down to that one moment, that one decision. Really, the best ass-kicking he’d ever endured. It would have all been worth a thousand of those. “That’s very kind of you,”

Patient, with a warm and inviting smile Arsine waited. Nudging him out of his comfort zone, but not pushing. Part of enjoying everything life has to offer was knowing which comforts to tug on, and which to let be. With his drink drained Arsine weighed his options, and they shifted in Arsine's favour. The woman couldn't help but even find the slurp of the remnants of the mans drink endearing. "Next time, allow me to eat the cherry. That will be your thanks." Arsine said with a soft laugh as she pulled him onto the dance floor. There was a certain level of delight, dragging someone around like t

"Busy..." Mari repeated, not masking the skeptism in her tone. She knew he was busy. That was the problem. But she didn't push it. Because Mari was more or less doing something similar. Busy...busy with reigning in Laughing Coffin members, busy with her preparation for Redemption. Busy with busting her ass ensuring her guild had enough col and materials to last the next several floors. Cooking, cleaning, ensuring her house was a welcoming home for her husband. A shake of her head and a warm and worn smile. "Busy...yeh...same, Oscar...same..." Her smile widened when he gave her a hint to what h

"But - this is a game, no? Where each action accrues points into a skillset." Vitalis merely sipped at his drink, emerald eyes finally pulled away from the woman who commanded his attention, to the one to his right. The level of the liquid in the glass began to lower, with increasing pace as Arsine spoke. He could guess where she was going with this. "Chance an attempt with me? A dance." Vitalis wasn't even tasting the milkshake at this point. A shame, that. But the saccharine solution bypassed his taste buds. Driven by the desire for it not to go to waste than anything else.

“Busy,” Oscar replied. There was no simpler way to say it. He’d taken on entirely too much. LARPing as a real estate mogul. Restaurants and now his night club. He didn’t want to spill the beans on that. His flair for the dramatic simply wouldn’t allow. But it was draining - pushing Cardinal to its limits, finding just what he was allowed within the bounds of the system. Each grand opening - every restaurant and every single little thing that would make it unique - was a result of hours upon hours of experimentation. He wasn’t doing it alone, but he was certainly doing his part. The logistics a

"O-Oh..." Alinta blushed, feeling a little ...awkward seeing Oscar like that, fighting his way through the roughians that had interrupted the party... then how he shifted up to the banister...his arms around another woman. Alinta's gaze stayed fast to him till he started kissing her, it wasn't like the gentle and cautious ones she had shared with Scar earlier. These were rough, primal, hungry. Alinta had to look away. Equal parts embarrassed, flustered... and feeling like an utter idiot. That's why he wasn't replying... It felt like so long ago, watching him fight the sand shark...hi

"Not your normal scene..." Arsine would repeat, an amused tone to her voice. "Forgive me for being blunt, but it shows. In an endearing way." She'd add. Arsine could not say the same, she enjoyed scenes like this. Where the people were wrapped up in their own partners, their own dalliances of gluttony and lust. Hedonism at its best. Wanton and uncontrolled. There was just something so...human about it all. They weren't players trapped in a game, or pixels on a screen. There weren't stats and monsters - only each other. And there was a beauty in that Arsine admired. "Doctor..." Arsine repe

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"Don't worry about it," Vitalis said simply. "This isn't my normal scene. I'm a little on-edge." Yeah, the scene. Not the pining from across the room. Was it even pining? He didn't know. Couldn't exactly place it. But he was grateful for the company. It was a nice distraction. Even if he couldn't stop stealing glances in the mystery girl's direction. It was totally unlike him to be so enamored. Generally, he remained focused on his work. "Serendipitous, Arsine," he said. "I chose green because I'm a healer. Doctor, back in the real world." Similar professions. Though Vitalis didn't s