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Crafting on 7/15/2025 Current EXP Total: 1,382

Crafting 7/15/25 Using Crafter's Respite, 14 attempts total

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Transferring the following to @Lysette 4x Energy Shot [Crafter's Respite] 3x Azrael's Sports Drink [3 DMG] 6x Azraelade [3 DMG] 2x Bad Touch [T1 Toxic Venom] 3x Scent-a-Way [Pheromones]

purchasing// Custom Ambition Tool - 800 Col

Slouched in an overly comfy couch, empty tumbler slowly filling with melting ice at his side, Freyd stared at two translucent windows set to his default private viewing mode. It wouldn’t do to have people casually sneaking peeks over his shoulder and catching whiffs of sensitive business. Loose lips, indeed. It was the content of purest dichotomy split between the two that struggled to reconcile. On the left, a lovely and heartwarming invitation to visit Mari’s newly upgraded home. He’d been looking forward to it since it’s unexpected arrival. By way of contrast, an update from his man

ph Freyd if you read this before you do your post invite mari here so she actualy has a legitimate reason to make moneyyyyy/exp Mari | HP: 960/960 | EN: 134/134 | DMG: 21 | MIT:44 | ACC:4 | AA | EVA:4 | BH:53 | BLI: 32/-20 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:1

The man talked to the NPC amicably, Mari did her best not to roll her eyes. NPCs.... She thought. Mari didn't think much of them, but she would do her utmost best not to judge those who found camaraderie or companionship with them. Everyone dealt with this place in different ways, and Mari supposed NPCs were the large majority within Aincrad now. "Greetings," Nemo gave a slight bow. He didn't seem to notice the cursor--or, if he did, it didn't bother him either. "Welcome to my garden. I hope you enjoy your visit," the gardener said. "yo," A nod of acknowledgement and a simple greetin

A delightful, hearty cackle rang out across the post-apocalyptic scenery. She'd expected boastful bravado, but this was beyond the pale. "Tolerate? You have no idea what you're facing, do you?" Hood shaking side to side, even as the mysterious woman's shoulders shuddered with barely contained guffaws. "Allow me to enlighten you. Have a seat, just... don't dip your feel in the pool if you want to keep them." Waving a supple leather-clad hand through the air to summon a still image of the Monument of Life, a twist of the wrist reversed the image for better glancing. "People

* I WILL ELONMGATE THIS AFTER WORK* Mari felt an overwhelming sense of comfort as raidou squeezed her hands. "Good, then I have little to worry about." She scrunched her face up as he adjusts the glasses on her nose, she offered him a sniff as she reached up and wiped away any residue that threatened to burst out. "I...appreciate that." Mari said quietly as Raidou told her he never gave up on her. "I figured it, only a madman would read to someone who literally ignored them every day for two years." She fell silent as Raidou began to talk about Lancaster, the man her soulm

With the situation looking a bit dire, Astra and the others had no choice but to take the piece of shit dingy. There was some hesitance floating around Astra's head at first; as he was certainly more comfortable on land. With the weather getting worse and dangers lurking around every corner, there wasn't much choice. Wasting no time, he hopped into the boat with the rest of the group and began making their way through the water. Edict's right, I'm not sure how long we can keep this thing afloat. Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and began to get the work. Grasping the one paddle that didn

Morningstar was quickly greeted by Nemo. The caretaker had stopped tending to his plants to see him, although he admitted that he couldn't stay to chat long. "You look well," the gardener said. "Same to you," Star smiled. "The garden looks lively as ever." Roses were in bloom, Morningstar noticed. He also noticed that another player was walking towards them. Immediately, he recognized her. She had come by his shop just the other day, with little col and a few items in need of appraisal. Oh. Now this is interesting. The orange cursor remained high above her head. Twice

ph Acanthus | HP: 1081/1081 | EN: 126/126 | DMG: 5 | MIT:195 | ACC:6 | AA | FL.AURA: 16 | THORNS:476 | BH:59 | HB:48

Rumours were swirling through back channels that Magistrate Aldenbrook's filaments and fingertips had been snaking their way through Glyndebourne's back woods once again. Another purge of the Fire Woods found evidence that her insidious cabal of miniscule minions were working their previous mischief, but on a much lesser scale. Diligence would be key. Agents to be dispatched would monitor and report, managing the threat to keep it from weaving its was back into plague-like prominence, as it once had. Freyd, meanwhile, was looking forward to a quiet drink at the Naughty Pigeon. Sally's

Ariel stared at the terminal’s glow, unsure of how she would write the message. A growl from a silent observer in the corner helped her stop overthinking it. She took a look on the intel she got from the student who boldly claimed she was a legitimate 'scout'. It was a meaty report, that's for sure. Glyndebourne’s horror echoed in written as cold facts: chains, blood on cobblestones, the hollow eyes of victims suspended like macabre art. The «Midnight Ripper» turned safety into slaughter, at least outside the safe zones. However, more than the two page lore dump in front of her she skimmed o

“Uhm…just so yanno…I wouldn’t actually slap you that hard.” A quiet, berry-flavoured snort followed by slow lifting of azure eyes, worn, but not so easily defeated. Their mischief kindling beneath the rim of bushy grey and black brows as his face rejoined their tentative conversation. "I've done more than enough to deserve it, mistepping clumsily as I go. Sometimes, it's the only way we learn." Admission to them both for past failings, and those inevitably yet to follow. Freyd wasn't perfect. He stumbled like everyone else, but held the bar high for reasons beyond the reach of

Baldur, Made it down to the Coliseum. Whenever you’re ready. No rush. Acanthus had been putting off this day far too long. Ever since she had visited for tea, she dreaded meeting with the samurai again. It wasn’t his fault, he had been nothing short of the perfect host: gracious, pleasant, and accommodating. The fault was with her. She had left on an awkward note, practically begging to be released from the conversation that she had started. “We have veterans returned from battle, broken and crying in their sleep. I am one of them.” The bluntness of his

A spark of intrigue, of brilliance like kindling to the pyre. His thoughts slowly peeling to a head. The man would wave a finger out in front of him. "Simple, very simple. Frontliners are bleeding hearts. Gather some of my men, and set an example. Draw him out, and we have a little chat. Set the ground rules." Lancaster would begin to burn, mentally at first and those flames would start to build on his shoulders. That passion long quenched by a woman had breathed to life, causing the ash to evaporate. "Hit one of the packed cities, snag a couple of those green players." The man would raise his

"How?" The solitary word hung lonely in the silence. If Lancaster expected to get off the hook with empty promises, he was reminded that this wasn't some random thug in a side alley. More than some dismissive handwave was required. A mess had been made. His mess. His exposure. And he'd be made to squirm like his own subordinates, save without fire. A pall of dignity was preserved through the lack of obvious audience. Were this truly a reckoning, other fingers would be present to see the example made. A handful of digits, swiftly removed, might have been tossed as an offering to the u

ph Acanthus | HP: 940/940 | EN: 106/106 | DMG: 23 | MIT:163 | ACC:6 | EVA:2 | THORNS:72 | BLI: 32/-20 | ENV-O: 32 | PROB:48 | Focused x5

Scouring the underwater ruins near Raitoboru Bay had proven less than fruitful. Any hopes of finding some connection between the Sahagin and various eldritch horrors from Ilridge and surroundings had produced only one thing: a very waterlogged Whisper who longed for a sunny beach and to remove the dive suit more passably calling itself his heavy armor. Dragging himself from the depths, Freyd groaned stiffly, rotating his right arm to loosen the effects an ocean's weight worth of compression had placed upon his joints. "Guess I should just be grateful for the water breathing potions and

Each and every verbal lashing was scathing and all of them called into question if he was going to be able to keep his head. This wasn't his first round of them, and the big cheese always commandeered a sense of forceful expectation. The cigarette in his mouth ran dark, pulling it from his face as he'd cup his hands together in prayer. "Is no issue, I will handle it. Personally." As his mind raced with how exactly he was going to do that. The dude was Mari's friend and he sure as hell didn't want to try and undermine it. A mix of muddied intention and trying to keep as far away from her friend

The Paradise Islands were a hop, step, and a jump from Star's house. He went from time to time, although he preferred Raitoborou bay for its lack of sea monsters. But sometimes, sea monsters were exactly what you needed. He sat on the rocks, away from the water, and stuck his head in a book. It was his own: a leather-bound journal filled to the brim with untidy handwriting and surprisingly polished sketches. How he could do one but not the other astounded the few people he let into his books, but he thought it was very normal. A group of six battled the local crab. It looked like the

ph *** Recovery | ID: 247778 | CD: 1 -> No Proc Post Action: ST-II -> Belregor | ID: 247779 | BD: 8+5-3=10 -> Hit! ST-II | [(15+3)x32-160]x0.75=(576-160)x0.75=416x0.75=312 Damage to Belregor! Entropic Ward deals 416x0.25=104 Damage to Macradon! Energy cost: 15+2-2-1=14 EN [H:13] KnightessCiela | HP: 924/925 | EN: 72/86 (83+4-14) | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 20 | DOTE: 3/3 | PROB:36 | WELL-RESTED: 1/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | F.Howl Cooldo