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She is using some Mystic Essence ID: 256758, 256763-1, 256763-2 Identifying: T1 Perfect Unidentified Weapon | ID: 196302a

Takes ID: 196302a "God you're hot girl." @Simmone

Yoink to @Sinnamon Perfect T1 Weapon (5) | 196269a, 196300b, 196300c, 196301b, 196302a

Changing Freya's Face Claim too: Kaburaki Roco

EAL Artisan Eval Appraising - Mystic Essence Used

she is crafting an item

“Y- You know him?” Mari reached for the cup of hot chocolate she had placed beside her.. After the tense interactions earlier, she needed something stronger, so stood and picked up the whiskey that sat on the mantle above the fire, pouring it straight from the decanter to the small cup Mari sighed. “Yeah. That's why I allowed you into my house in the first place.” A pause as she glanced outside, her windows rattled lightly, battered by the winds. “Mostly. You’d probably be dead if you stayed out there. Considering you don’t seem to know how to use teleport crystals.” A slightly accusator

PH Quest Objective: Explore an abandoned temple [3/3]

she is doing even more of the fighting

(7) Total Mystic Essence gained. NUM Mystic Essence Gained. (Spending) 256936 256934 256932a 256932b 256930 256929 256928 | (Keeping) [None] Identifying Perfect Weapons. Spending 12 mystic essence. 256936 256934 256932a 256932b 256930 256929 256928 AND [244612a][244612b][245112][245451][236530b] Dokuzume | T4 Demonic Claws | 243800a | Env-O II | Para. V. II Golden claws that drip with various different toxins. Constant strikes from these small yet dangerous claws will render their target motionless and poisoned. Col Calculations 10 Identifications. 20,000 * 10 = 200,00

Today's Appraisals T4 Perfect Weapons | [243800a][243800b][243800c][243797a][243797b][243797c][243808a][243808b][243808c][243813a] Upgrading Unidentified Perfect Weapons. Spending 1 Demonic Shard. [243800a] now demonic. 256936 | CD5 | 1 Mystic Essence 256935 | CD2 | No Mystic Essence 256934 | CD7 | 1 Mystic Essence 256933 | CD1 | Critical Failure 256932 | CD12 | 2 Mystic Essence 256931 | CD2 | No Mystic Essence 256930 | CD6 | 1 Mystic Essence 256929 | CD6 | 1 Mystic Essence 256928 | CD7 | 1 Mystic Essence 256927 | CD2 | No Mystic Essence (7) Total Mystic Esse

she is doing more of the fighting

She is doing the fighting

Post Action: Equip T1 Perfect [Starter Claws] | ACC 2 | DMG 1 The woman of green stepped onto a field that matched her, boars frolicked in the fields before her - squealing in glee, shuffling around. She quietly made her way to a nearby rock, almost as though it were made to perfectly jut out over the field. Just high enough for the woman to be able to sit upon it, and allow her legs to dangle freely in the warm breeze, blades of grass only just kissing the tips of her feet. Arsine wasn’t really one for battle, so she took the time to secure the claws onto her hands. Silent and

“Wait! Miss!” Sin turned to see the shop owner - Malachi - running towards her. That was… odd. But whatever. She planted her feet and hooked her thumbs into the loops of her shorts as the elderly gentleman closed the distance between them. “You seem quite strong, so I imagine you’ll want to slay monsters for the necessary materials. That is fine, but-” He stopped for a moment. Perhaps his programming was trying to choose the right words. Sin didn’t encounter this with Drax. But then again, the NPC was too busy feeling her up to say anything important. “Do not underestimate the monste

EAL: Artisan Somehow she thought that getting her Appraiser rank up would take longer than it did. It would have meant that she had time to really get acclimated. Her end goal was, of course, to eventually pick up all of the professions. The initial idea was that Appraiser would take time. And it would. But it was less about actual Profession Experience and more about gathering up the required funds. And if that was the case, she totally didn’t want to have to lean against Oscar for it. The man would never let her live it down. Plus, she didn’t see all that many artisans milling

The plains stretched wide beneath the pale morning light, untouched, calm, and yet somehow hollow. Bael sat upon the ridge, greataxe leaning against his shoulder, hood pulled low, eyes closed. The faint wind tugged at his poncho, the coarse fabric brushing against the metal of his weapon. He inhaled slowly, tasting the air, dry grass, distant earth, and the faint copper tang of iron that lingered like a memory. In the distance, the squeal of many Boars carried over the grasslands. Their movements were predictable, lazy. His pulse tightened at the sound, an anger that had nothing to do wit

Quest Objective: Roleplay interacting with Lyle Tealeaf The next day... Arsine entered the blacksmith, and the clang of metal on metal, and the scent somehow reminded her of Bael. A man she met the day before. Much like Zackariah, this man was old. But he took one glance at Arsine and turned away in disgust. She crossed her arms, feeling frustrated. "Is this how quests are?" She muttered to herself, then a shake of her head as she went to talk to him, explain that he, or someone at least owed someone money. But he snapped back at her. Stating he would not do anything without pa

The quiet between them was long enough for the wind to stir the grass. Bael's hand rested loosely against the haft of his axe, the metal catching what little light still pierced the clouds. Her defiance didn’t draw anger from him, it drew stillness. That, more than rage, was the danger of him. "You misunderstand me, Arsine," he said finally, voice low, a grind of gravel beneath calm waters. "I do not enjoy their suffering." His head tilted slightly, black eyes unreadable beneath the hood. "I only strip away the lie that there was ever safety here." He followed her gaze toward the pla

Quest objective: Return to Zackariah with the materials. "You'd rather watch them suffer quietly than end them cleanly?" "Bold of you, Bael." Arsine said, a hint of frustration in her tone. At no point did she mention she enjoyed the suffering of others. "You do not know me." She threw his own words back in his face. "You think I enjoy it, quiet suffering?" She shook her head dismissively. Denying the thought. She did not. Her interest lay in the chemicals, toxins, reactions - but not suffering. Perhaps, she had been too quick to judge him too. Arsine did assume much the same

Bael caught the sprig mid-air. The moment his gloved fingers closed around it, the plant shimmered faintly before settling into his palm, an item notification flickering at the corner of his vision. Belladonna. He turned the stem slowly between his fingers, inspecting it as though it were some strange offering. "Poison," he murmured, tone low and reflective. "A pretty name for something that kills slow." His hood tilted slightly toward her, the faintest curve of a smile beneath the shadow. "You'd rather watch them suffer quietly than end them cleanly?" The question wasn’t accusa

He stepped forward, and Arsine stepped back, slightly to the side to avoid trapping herself between Bael and the tree, very aware of her surroundings. He asked her, no... stated that she didn't seem to be afraid. Arsine kept her gaze on him, unflinching. Was she afraid? She wasn't sure. "I feel something." She admitted quietly. "Do not know the word for it....Ne budi likho, poka ono tikho? Not waking no sleeping beast." In other words, don't cause trouble. Don't make a scene. "Not enough to run. Enough to be wary." That seemed like a good answer. Despite Arsine being tall herself, the man stil

Before Bael could open his mouth to answer, a roar shattered the forest's hush, raw, angry, and desperate. Axon. The man refused to die quietly. Bael turned his head slightly, the edge of his hood shifting just enough to catch sight of the fool charging through the clearing, sword raised high, the sun glinting off the blade like a dying flame. He let the sight linger, the struggle, the futile hope, before finally stepping forward, his axe scraping against the air with a low metallic growl. The clash was brief and brutal. Bael met Axon's charge with one effortless swing, their weapons

A man approached, caring not for stealth. Sticks broke beneath broad and heavy steps. Arsine straightened her back. Seeing his cursor. "I see you are the reason it is silent." She would not fold to this hooded man, one who refused to let the world see him for what he truly was, hiding behind a cowl of darkness. It did not impress Arsine, nor did it truly instill fear within her. The woman kept her distance, noting the axe he carried upon his shoulder. His attacks would be devastating, but broad - if he tried to strike her she simply had to move closer toward him. She flexed her free hand