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Today's Crafts 248688 CD: 1 +1 LD: 5 Critical Failure - 4 (+3 Ambition) 248687 CD: 11 +1 LD: 12 Perfect (Mast) - 11 (+3 Ambition) 248686 CD: 7 +1 LD: 5 Rare - 8 (+3 Ambition)

She had bent over backwards for months to avoid Floor 3. It was an irrational avoidance, and one she was looking to put to rest quickly. After missing her third wandering mob chose to spend the entirety of its life in the Forest of Wavering Mist, she realized the petty desire to stay far away from the entire floor was impacting her ability to farm some of the harder to find crystals needed for Masterpiece songs. Small doses of exposure seemed to be the best solution. I’ll just wander through Aruyt and look for any important quests I might’ve missed. But it was doubtful. to Acanthus, “impo

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His outburst surprised her. Abellio didn’t really strike her as the type to get bogged down in stuff like that. But it made sense, kinda. She couldn’t really hold it against him. Being starstruck was a real thing and she knew that from experience. But her temper flared when he questioned how fucking important he was. She didn’t let it show. Instead she reached up and clapped her hands down on both sides of his face. “You’re such an idiot,” she said in the sweetest tone she could muster. “Are the details really that important?” Of course they were. He was hurting and it upset her. She

She didn’t give him time to pull back. And that was probably the point. She placed herself right up in his space, her presence forcing him to give her all of his attention. Not an easy task. When she posed her question - spoke her challenge - anything Abellio would have said died in his throat. He would have picked his jaw up from the floor, were he not terrified of getting to close to her as he bent over. “Lydia, I -” “I thought I was pretty clear,” Lydia said quickly. “Really gonna keep me waiting?” Abellio’s mouth closed, his jaw clenched. She had to be fucking with him. Ther

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Wulfrin had been doing a bit of fishing off the shores of the Paradise Islands as he noticed the makeshift party forming. Wulfrin quietly put away his fishing rod and made his way down to Morningstar's side. "Yall crab hunting?" Wulfrin questioned as the group of five gathered around could only mean such a quest was about to be undertaken. "Looks like your party is one support role short. Lucky for you I've been cosplaying a support user lately. If you'll have me, I'll gladly cover the role." Wulfrin was not in any proper hunting attire, dressed simply in street clothes and a couple

POST ACTION: TAKE A DRINK: ID:248654 LD: 3 -Warm sake Mari somehow, somehow felt like she was the most sober of the three - despite having drunk quite a lot - maybe its because she stopped? Arcanthus was still drinking heavily and Mari couldn't help but feel a little worried for the brunette. They now sat in the bar - if one could call it that, the wood was fetid and rotten around them, storm clouds ruptured above with a thunderous cry - an oncoming sign of rain. Mari winced. She didn't want to be here when it started. “In… Indubit…Dubital…. Yea, it’s drinking time.” Ma

7/31/25 (Crafting Respite: 248239, Ambition: 248423, Pharmacy (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Magic Cauldron | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248655 CD: 7 +1 LD: 6 Uncommon (1) 9 (+6 Ambition) 2 248656 CD: 6 +1 L

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Life so very rarely gave you the opportunity to correct past mistakes. Lydia knew that better than most. Keenly so. Standing here, with Abellio, in repetition of that tiny, significant moment in that cavern was one such time. She could make it right. Actually be the type of confident self-assured woman that she was on stage. Invoke the persona that everyone around her had crafted for her so carefully. But she was terrified. Why wasn’t he saying anything? If he wouldn’t she would. Lydia stepped in closer, bridging what small gulf existed between them. She pressed herself almost e

"It isn't terribly big," Wulfrin replied as he made a rough estimation with his hands. "Not much bigger than a tablet from our world." Wulfrin paid no attention to the cave around them, his Night Vision skill pulling most of the weight as he journeyed through the twisting tunnels. Before long he led them to a chamber with a tree stump standing alone in the center of the large chamber. The trees roots clung to the outer edges of the chamber, eventually coming back together at the apex of the chamber's ceiling. Positioned nicely at the center of the roughly ten foot wide stump was a tablet

“Hey,” Abellio replied. The night had been long. And it had been full of thoughts that he would have much preferred not to have. They still drummed heavy in his mind, repetitions of inadequacy disguised as cold logic. As immutable fact. But it was hard to give it all any credibility when she was so painfully close. When she looked up at him like that, smiled so softly at him. All at once, those storm clouds parted. Light shone through. He felt more energized, like he hadn’t just gone without sleep for the entire night. He helped Lydia to her feet. His hand lingered at the small of he

"Could have sworn I saw another player," Wulfrin huffed as Morningstar dismissed his initial observation. "Pretty sure his name was Alkor, but guess I was just seeing things. Callisto is still fresh on my mind." Wulfrin watched as Bliss explained her case to Morningstar after he had offered for her to join their party. Wulfrin was very concerned about Bliss's current level. Floor 8 was pretty high up the castle for a player still relatively new to the world of Aincrad. This floor was filled with gigantic beasts that could off a low level player in a single strike. While he didn't have any

Lydia almost screamed when she saw that the incoming message was from Abellio. And everything else screamed at her to play it cool. But she was alright typing and sending out a message before those thoughts managed to attain a glimmer of actuality. She was already getting ready before the regret tried to set in. Tried to set in. It didn’t really make it very far. Lydia would absolutely never regret any amount of time she spent with Abellio. Only not spending more. She raced down to Floor 8 with a bright smile on her face. Because even if they weren’t a thing she still enjoyed every m

I laughed, running a hand through my hair as I watched that little firecracker storm off. "Guess your charms don't work on her, eh Emilia?" "Fuck you!" Khione spat back at me, along with a dirty look. I shrugged it off as I dusted down the lapels of my suit. Appearances mattered, after all. Khione was so quick to anger, it was amusing. She put so much stock into keeping up her appearance. Always attempting a a friendly facade and yet she had less control than I when it came to her anger. At least she managed to catch on quick that my slip of the tongue was oh so deliberate. I wanted this

The crazy thing was that despite it all, Abellio still wanted to see her. They had a whole quest chain to do right? That was a good enough reason to remain in her orbit, much as he wanted to fling himself from it. The thoughts were too deep. The feelings too. He couldn’t understand why she always came when he asked. What could she possibly see in him? The message was typed and sent before he even realized what he was doing. Panic settled in. He wanted to call it back, frantically scrambling through his messages looking for a recall option. Her reply came before he’d even really started

“I-” Mouth opened to reply, words wanting to spill from his parted lips like an open tap. Everything he had ever wanted to tell her teetered on the edge of his tongue, but as his voice caught in the back of his throat, he rolled those words back into his mouth. Instead, only a breathy chuckle escaped. His eyes followed his knuckle as it slowly traced her jawline, like he was memorizing every curve. He took a breath, slow and deep, as if he was trying to find the right thread to follow in the tangle of his heart. Hearing his name leave her lips, his true name, sent a shiver down his spine

Miyukii: Word Count: 6774 Word EXP: 6774/5*1 = 1355 (Word Count) + 800 (Quest) = 2155 EXP Col: 400 (Page) + 250 (Treasure Chest) + 2000 (Quest) = 2650 Col Perfect Weapon (1) | ID#248648 Perfect Armor/Shield (1) | ID#248648 Perfect Consumables (2) | ID#248648

The walk back to Tolbana’s square felt different now. Not easier, necessarily her leg still throbbed faintly from the boarlet’s tusk, and the grime of the day clung to her sleeves and boots. But there was a quiet rhythm in her step. Confidence, maybe. Familiarity. The unknown edges of this world had softened ever so slightly. She spotted Dorian near the fountain again, standing tall in his polished coat, monocle gleaming in the low light. He noticed her instantly his eyes lighting up with recognition, then nervous hope. “Ah! You’ve returned. And with good news, I hope?”

"I was?" she asked, her voice trembling, though not nearly as violently as the rest of her. Her fingers found the hem of his henley, holding onto it, holding onto him, in an attempt to steady herself. Still, she shook as completely as a woman left alone in a frozen wasteland. "I don't think I was. If I was, it wasn't important. I don't know what I was saying." When her teeth chattered, she gritted them together, and muttered a breathy, "God, sorry. I'm sorry. I just..." Lessa twisted the fabric in her fists, her eyes wide and searching as they found his. She saw calm there, a sharp contra

Miyuki knelt beside the chest, letting her hand hover above the aged lid for a moment. There was no trap, no magic seal just a simple lock mechanism. Her fingers worked quickly, clicking through the latch until it gave with a soft metallic snap. The hinges groaned in protest as she lifted the top. Inside, cushioned by a worn velvet lining, were glints of polished steel and vials of swirling liquid. Her breath caught for a second not in disbelief, but in silent gratitude. A curved blade, far more refined than the loaner she currently carried, rested atop a folded set of leather a

Pete didn’t need to say much after their brief exchange. With a lazy hand gesture toward the back of his rickety boat, he grunted: “There’s somethin’ shiny in there somewhere. Bring it up, and I’ll call it square.” Miyuki stepped up to the boat, peering over the warped railing. Inside was a chaotic heap of fishing nets, rusty crab traps, and soggy crates, all tangled together like a forgotten corner of someone’s messy garage. She frowned slightly, rolling up her sleeves. "This is less treasure hunting and more swamp diving..." Her hands gripped the edge of th

# -> SLAUGHTERING MOBS: 248644: LD 8 + 5 = 13 TOTAL.

"Let's both be selfish, probably for the first time in our lives." Truer words had never been spoken. Lessa and Jomei were, undoubtedly, two of the most altruistic people in all of Aincrad. The wants and needs of their friends and loved ones always came before their own, and neither ever complained about it. Jomei couldn't remember the last time he did something for his own gain or pleasure. Just the constant need to make others around him happy. Perhaps Lessa was right. No, he knew Lessa was right. The two of them had the power to change that, individually or together. Even if these mome