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Clap Clap Clap The muted sattico sound of accolades snapped Mari out of her rambling stupor. He was…clapping? Mari stared at him - brows furrowed in confusion. Why was he clapping? Still.. The action caused a sense of pride well within Mari’s chest. At least someone understood. There was a certain…je ne sais quoi when it came to discovering things - learning things. And there were few here who really understood. Instead of thanking him, Mari gave the plague doctor a curious nod of acknowledgement. He wasn’t being volatile… he hadn’t shown her any cause for alarm excep

Three days of silence came and went. Days of isolation and intrigue, filled to the brim with nothing more then tests upon tests. The analysis had gone swimmingly, and both stagnant waters had bore fruit. The stygian had proved a fair source of highly potent muriatic compound while the bioluminescent was a fester site of some bacteria that could be cultured in ways that the game would never be able to perceive. More then enough to work away at even more synthesis, a way of creating things this game had never thought possible. Ingenuity in an extreme that no skill would provide, conveyed in way

PH * * * KnightessCiela consumes: Skewer Roll - Protein 2 [filled] (Wulfrin) Bingsu - T4 MIT 3 (Wulfrin) Liquor of Light - DMG 3 (Wulfrin) Kintsugi - T4 Toxic Venom (Wulfrin) Miso Soup - T4 Probiotics 3 (Wulfrin) Tiger's Balm - Antidote 3 (Wulfrin) Bento - Over-health 3 (Wulfrin) Troll's Blood | 202053f (Freyd) KnightessCiela equips from Wulfrin: Aegis | T4 Demonic Shield | ID 234641 | Mit 1 | Thorns 2 | Paralyze Desc: This shield, a gift from the Goddess Athena, is adorned with the head of a gorgon etched into them metal as a scare tactic Buster Armor | T4

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Between the second and third day…. Mari had not slept. She was tired - near the point of exhaustion, and it was evident on her facial features. Dark circles lined erratic eyes as they kept glancing to and fro. Every now and again her head would lull forward and her eyes would close just that little bit slower - and if Mari hadn’t been using her polearm as a makeshift cane - she would have most definitely fallen over. Every now and again Mari would mutter something to herself, then get annoyed- and retaliate with a fuck you or a shut up. It was clear she had seen bett

Placing order: Item Name: Infernal Shadow - Redemption Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: T4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: EVA III Description: Dark brown leather harness covering most of the torso but still leaving maximum dexterity for the wearer. Supple and laden with an underlying essence of pure sass. Upgrade: Upgrade to Demonic using Bunny Stamp, adding MIT I enhancement. Payment: Bunny Stamp - Increase the Rarity of a single item by one stage, up to Demonic, selecting a normal Enhancement in the process (Limit 1) 5 mats (Perfect item, custom order)

The bolt struck the creature directly in its left wing, sending it colliding to the ground and skittering across the hard surface to slam into the far wall. Aoi felt herself moving even as it first impacted the ground, not waiting to see what would happen to it in the chaos of what came next. She fumbled another bolt into the crossbow’s mechanism, locking it into place and preparing to release another shot even as she moved towards Koko’s form in the dark. ’Koko don’t move! I’m right above you! I’ll keep you safe from the monster!’ Her voice was low, just loud enough for the child to hear

’H-hello…?’ The soft voice spoke from Aoi’s right, and she found herself jumping and almost firing at the small shape that appeared from behind a collection of boulders. The figure moved blindly, reaching out with hands that waved in the air in a desperate attempt to find anything to support itself. Aoi breathed a sigh of relief, before realising that she’d remained silent for long seconds following the voice’s declaration of existence and greeting. ’Koko…? Are you Koko? Your mother sent me to find you.’ Aoi’s voice was gentle, trying to coax the child into a less terrified state. The cro

She’d stopped at the sound echoing down the walls towards her. At first, she’d thought it might be another of the bat like creatures making its presence known, and she’d raised the crossbow without a second thought. Seconds and breaths had passed, however, and nothing had leapt out of the shadows to attack her. At least, not yet. Instead, Aoi had tuned into her hearing once more, trying to pinpoint where the sound had come from, and coming to the conclusion that it was somewhere further ahead. Almost like a voice, maybe? She had nothing to go on to prove that point, the sound had been bri

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Freyd gives Rencesvals: Death's Mocking Laughter +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Polearm) | Taunt | Keen I | Paralytic Venom Acquisition ID 215844a | Roll IDs: 244927, 244928, 244929 | Reroll IDs: 244930, 244931, 244932 A black steel war glaive affixed to a black walnut haft. Source: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19579-freyds-evaluations/?do=findComment&comment=696969 Bitter Point +3 | T4 Perfect Weapon (Polearm) | ACC I | Absolute Accuracy | Bleed I Acquisition ID 215844b | Roll IDs: 244933, 244934, 244938 | Reroll IDs: 244935, 244936, 244937 An adamant ahlspiess with an exten

Whether she was too lost in thought, or if the depths of what she had thrown herself into suddenly dawned on her, Aoi found herself wandering without consideration of her surroundings for an accounted amount of time. When she finally snapped back to the reality of her situation, she noticed that everything looked different. The tunnels around her had shifted slightly, the walls angling outwards and the ceiling dropping down just enough to be noticeable above her head. Brilliant. If I’m entirely unlucky, the way I came will have some sort of branch in it that I totally missed, and I’ll be

The decision was anything but easy as she’d stood before the trio of paths, and been forced to choose on nothing more than feeling and guesswork. Moments had passed before she’d moved towards the one on her left, only to stop mid step and turn to face another of the pathways. Rattled with indecision, she’d eventually had to take the chance and close her eyes, spinning slightly before opening them and heading directly down the path in front of her – ignoring the fact that she’d chosen the centre one, which she’d originally ignored entirely. Maybe it was the right choice after all. It had c

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Wandering through the cave haphazardly wouldn’t help her, Aoi was at least aware of that much in her current state and situation. She needed to prepare herself, to act upon a greater plan of action and move through with precision and patience. She had no idea where to head once she’d made her way into the cave itself – the marker had halted at the entrance, leading her within and no further. Instead, she’d been given the choice of heading down one of three different pathways, each branching off into a different direction – and as far as she’d seen from her current point, there’d been no obviou

Nodding as she pondered her perspective on the significance of sharing one’s true name, Freyd had long ago felt the exact opposite - until Elora had shared hers. In that moment, the universe unfurled its grand design, revealing how the simplest of deeds can forge the very strongest of bonds. A simple copper rose, for example, fostered into so much more than he could ever have expected or hoped. Taking the glass upon its return, something in her grip on his hand spoke volumes to the loss of contact and personal connection she’d suffered in her exile. Freyd was no romantic sap viewing th

Hirru knew well what the other two were talking about. He had done well to get to where he was. So much has happened that he could hardly believe that time had really passed in such a short order. From the .. start of his memories to now, he had survived through so much. Learned from the best, and took on the greatest challenges this world would offer them, and still continue to do so. Though, his understanding of time was also still as shaky, but thankfully time seemed to flow the same here as the real world. At least, that's what Shield thought when Hirru broached the question to

It was official. Ciela had everything she could have ever hoped for. A home she built from the ruins of fear. A bakery born from love and survival. And now, a husband who stood beside her through every trial, danger, and triumph. For a moment, the world seemed to pause, as if holding space for her joy to bloom completely. A sly smile curled onto her lips as she turned her eyes to Wulfrin, who was still basking in the glow of their secret lakeside wedding. "Now," she said mischievously, "it's time for cake." Before Wulfrin could react, Ciela grabbed a generous handful from the spare cake s

"I... uh..." Wulfrin stammered. He began to blush, both from embarrassment and flattery. "I didn't prepare anything before hand." Wulfrin's mind took off like the A-Train in New York. Words lost all meaning in his brain as he struggled to piece together even a sliver of tangible and comprehensible thought. He was caught off guard. Of all the enemies and threats he had faced, this was the one that he was most afraid of. He continued to stand there, trying his best to keep his composure, and basically failing as tears began to well in his eyes. Then he stopped, took in a deep breath of fres

Ciela carefully set down the two-tiered cake she had made, the icing delicate and smooth, adorned with tiny sugared violets and soft swirls of cream. It was modest in size but crafted with such care it looked almost too perfect to eat. Just like everything else today, it was hers, theirs, a symbol of a quiet promise made before the chaos to come. She glanced over at Tam, who stood nearby in his well-worn fishing vest that somehow still looked formal on him. His gravelly voice carried the familiar cadence of calm as he casually rattled off his recent catches. “You know, the usual. A few Mo

"It's called The Watcher," Wulfrin said as he guided the duo towards an obvious arena amidst the icy caves of floor 21. "I've never faced this thing before so we're going in blind. From my understanding though, it should be pretty straight forward. It doesn't have any protection against my crowd control stuff, which I find odd considering this is where FTK spawns." As if on cue the air grew cold as if some sort of spirit had made its presence known. Emerging from the shadows was a massive undead shaman looking boss with long claws and a menacing glare. Wulfrin was in the lead and instinct

Shards fell to the ground around her as the bolt finished the giant bat. Aoi had remained still, unable to move as she’d waited to see the outcome of her gamble. Whether through pure luck, or developed skill with her chosen weapon, she’d managed to strike a decent hit against the thing directly in the centre of its chest. Maybe a bit of luck, and a bit of skill. Aoi had finally let her arms fall to her side as she confirmed there were no other threats, the crossbow reloaded and ready for the next fight – but her entire form needing a break from the exertion that it had just gone through