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“Did not want such things…” She mumbled to herself, trying to wipe the slime off her body, memories of the mimic and how it felt still clear in her mind. Disgusting… She hadn’t expected a creature to spawn in the confines of the safe zone. Again, the mans words ran out in her ears, Complacent. Right…The rules of the game could realistically change any time. Arsine knew that, it's why she was so indulgent. She had attempted to message a number of people, consorts for the evening to aid her - but when they found out she had an orange cursor - they had all told her they were not interested t

Bael crouched just beyond the tree line, eyes fixed on the field where Arsine had paused. The orange cursor above her head pulsed faintly, signaling her presence even amidst the grime and debris clinging to her avatar. He watched as she slammed her fists against the dirt, cursing softly in her native tongue, and then finally drew a long, measured breath. Composure returned, but not the unguarded chaos he had seen earlier. A smirk tugged at his lips. The woman moved differently than the other players, her focus never wavered, her movements deliberate even in frustration. Something about th

The plains had grown quiet again. The system light dimmed toward evening, the sky painted in hues of fading gold. Bael stood among the tall grass, his hand resting lazily against the haft of his greataxe. The whispers in the distance had thinned, those who watched him either fled or grew too cautious to move. The so-called heroes who had once gathered here were gone, leaving behind only the hush of the digital wind. He could still feel them, though. The unseen eyes watching from behind trees, from the ridges far beyond sight. The Beast of the Plains, they called him now, every whispered r

Post Action: Return Letter to Dorian When you return and hand the stinking letter over to Mayor Dorian, he eyes it dubiously before opening it. "Well, yes," he stammers, "I suppose that's a fair trade. Truth be told, I don't quite remember how much we loaned him, anyway." Delicately, with two fingers, Dorian sets the parchment aside. "Uh, alright, that's all, then. Thank you for your help. If you ever need anything in this town, do not hesitate to drop my name. I'm sure that's far more valuable than any monetary reward I could offer you, anyway." Arsine trudged through the cit

The plains had gone silent again. The mobs had respawned, yet none dared draw near the hulking figure standing amidst the tall grass. The players that lingered on the edges of the field had learned to keep their distance. He could feel their eyes, curious, terrified, or both, each one another phantom presence haunting the edges of his awareness. Bael rolled his shoulders, the greataxe shifting as it caught the faint shimmer of the setting sun. The light fractured against the edge, a deep orange glare reflecting across his black eyes. He could feel the tension in the air, how the plains th

Had it been incredible luck that put Aeva on this path? That her life only remained intact because the person she had just met knew her rescuer? It was a strange kind of luck, but Aeva wasn’t about to complain. “You were certainly right before.” Aeva started. “I was quite naive and completely underestimated the dangers of this floor. I thought I could see the sights a little before I returned to floor 1.” She spoke half-truthfully. She’d work up the courage to return to that town and put her bad memories behind her, but it still felt so fresh, despite how much time had actually passed. The hea

Post Action | [x14] AOE-II (14 + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) EN) ID: 256986 | 4 + 2 = 6, | Hit vs. Mimic Dealing 126 Damage" The mimics tongue slowly slid up her leg, leaving trails of saliva behind it. “Eeurgh!” Arsine tried to push herself back up off the ground but the mimic had other plans, an arm of thin bone came out of its maw, flesh taught and purple, almost like it had been mummified. Its hand slammed down against her neck, pinning her to the boardwalk. The woman let out a small gasp, dots dancing in front of her eyes. Was this how she was going to go? A simple beginner que

The plains had grown still again. Even the wind seemed to hesitate when it passed him by. Bael stood amid the tall grass, the soft green rippling around his boots as if trying to conceal him from the world that now feared him. Somewhere beyond the horizon, the faint glimmer of the town walls broke the dusk, but he made no move toward them. The streets were off-limits, locked behind invisible walls and systems that denied his existence. Not that he cared to enter. The moment he appeared, it would only cause panic, and panic, without resistance, was hollow. For a while, he simply watch

"Post Action | [x11] AOE-I (11 + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) EN) ID: 256985 | 4 + 2 = 6 | Hit vs. Mimic Dealing 99 Damage MOB: 2 MISS! The woman kicked the mimic, booting it off of the boat then she ran on the plank connecting it to the dock and turned to face it. Just a creature. It was just like the boars. Although this one seemed much stronger. Her claws flashed as the woman activated a Sword Art - something she hadn’t done previously - and charged, ducking under a swaying tongue. Its tongue, which was at least three times the size of the tiny little chest -managed to loop aro

Bael moved like a shadow made solid, slow, economical, everything calibrated to end things quickly. Deo's bravado cracked under the weight of his first real strike; the blade he trusted couldn't find purchase against Bael's defense, and when it did, the answer came back with the force of a falling tree. Sparks showered; Deo's posture folded inward and for a single breath he looked older than his avatar should have, doubt flaring bright and ugly across his face. Alyosha had tried to be useful, lunging with the spear, but Bael met the thrust and redirected it with a single practiced twist.

Post Action: OPEN CHEST ID: 256983 LD:1 CD: 9 MIMIC ATTACKS ID: 256984 MOB:2 MISS Not expecting him to reply, for the woman wasn’t even sure she had spelt his name properly Arsine instead shifted her attention to the tiny chest, giving it a shake. Wondering what was inside. She tried to open it but the damn chest came to life, "A Mimic!?" Arsine shouted Throwing it back as its gnarled teeth tried to snap her wrist clean off. "This is disgusting!" She muttered, a rare flare of anger upon her features as she looked up at Pete. "You sick man! This is not one of those.... adult no

As Bael stood among the sunlit plains, his blade loosely hanging at his side, a faint chime echoed in his ear, an incoming message. The interface flickered across his vision, Arsine's name displayed in delicate script. Arsine --> Bael: You may be right, this questline is bothersome. I do not care for it at all. Much nicer out there in the dirt and fields of your little chaos camp. I am in need of a long shower, or bath. Perhaps both. Is a shame you cannot experience those things anymore, Sleeping Beast. Bael's lips curved into a thin smirk. He read the message twice before typin

It took the other man a moment to respond, perhaps not hearing her properly as he continued to work diligently on his work, finishing it off with a balloon display of sorts. Though his silence didn’t last forever, as the man turned his attention to her with a tired smile, apologizing for not noticing her earlier. “It’s quite alright. You appeared rather busy. I didn’t wish to intrude.” She responded with a polite nod. The white haired man invited her to enter and offered her something warm to drink, though Aeva was admittedly lost on how money worked in this world. Still, the idea was te

Post Action: SEARCH NETTING (ld 15+ REQUIRED) ID:256978 LD: 8 FAIL ID:256979 LD:4 FAIL ID:256980 LD: 1 FAIL ID:256981 LD: 9 FAIL ID: 256982: LD: 20 SUCCESS Arsine approached Pete at the dock as he was tying off his small boat. A peak over his shoulder showed that his load was filled with a variety of traps, filled with lobsters, crabs and the like. Once again this is an older man with a long beard. Arsine was noticing a trend. “Excuse me, Sir - I believe you owe someone money.” The old man bellowed, a deep and hearty laugh. Mentioned something about the Mayor makin

Bael couldn't help but smirk at her words. "Don't mistake amiable behavior for generosity, Sleeping Beast," she had said, and he let the corner of his mouth twitch upward. Someone who remained unafraid, even after witnessing his actions, was rare. That alone piqued his interest. He leaned further against the tree trunk, arms crossed loosely, watching her prepare to leave, her movements casual, yet deliberate. "As for seeing each other again.." he murmured, voice low but carrying a teasing edge. "I have a feeling this won't be the last time. Even if I have to cut down everyone, I'll find y

Post Action: RETURN TUSKS TO LYLE Arsine quietly munched on her sandwich. Listening to how he perceived things. They were like water and oil in that way. He enjoyed simplicity. The bare minimum. Basic. Meanwhile, Arsine wanted to taste and experience only the most decadent and hedonistic of things. "I suppose." She said with a swallow. "That is where we differ. I do not care if there is chaos or not, as long as I enjoy myself. Why not adorn myself in gold, silks and finery in this place? I cannot do so outside, much like you." She gestured to him with an empty hand. "I doubt you would