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ph ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ __________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| 251753 | 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251754 | 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251755 | 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251756 | 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Dam

Raidou --> Mari: There is some strange activity coming from Tartarus. Can you check it out? You know the floor better than I. Mari --> Raidou: K. Only accepting cause its you asking. Raidou --> Mari: Thanks Mari. My Coordinates are XX, YY, ZZ if you need a quick escape Mari --> Raidou: K. It wasn't that Mari disliked the floor. Honestly, despite the severe side effects it had on ones mental state; the floor felt almost like a second home. In all its decrepit decay - it was nostalgic. It was that she had to go out of her way to do something she didn't really feel like do

Mari wasn’t entirely sure where she was, all she knew was that she had wandered far into the fire forest. Sunlight barely broke through the crimson foliage above. Originally…Mari came here with a plan to relocate her home to a warmer floor. One that wasn’t covered in frosty snow. Mari adored the aesthetics of this floor. Of the forest. She enjoyed the smell of the loamy earth. But the trees were so dense. It’d potentially be a problem for her firestarter husband. Husband. The woman paused, bringing her hand up to inspect the small ring he had made her. Turning it to and f

ph ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) ID:| 251749 | 4 + 5 =9 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251750 | 1 + 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251751 | 6 + 5 =11 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage ID:| 251752 | 1+ 5 =6 | Hit vs. Ice Wolf Dealing 390 Damage

That time...Mari had been doing so well, right? So then why was it so hard to do anything back then? Each day was a struggle, with more and more people relying on her. Then the one person she truly tried to reach out about it...Heh...Shield... No wonder Mari shut herself away from the world in its entirety. She knew the man meant well, she knew he had family outside to get home to. Mari could relate to that, or at least...used to be able to relate to that. But in no few words telling her that she didn't matter? Was nothing more than the sum of her sins? To make up for bad situation after

Even after coming back...and after being gone so long...Mari was still strong. She was able to handle herself, thrown right back into the frontlines, and right back into the preparation of another floor boss fight. Granted...there were times where she faltered, the fight against Cerberus came to mind - where she could barely get a hit in. Or the endless void on the 11th floor, where it all became too much. Where she threw herself into it and Beat soon followed. Beat...an absolute madman, Mari never really caught it at the time, but looking back on it now - there could have been somethi

Ryo's attack landed, his blade cutting through what armor there was and dealing more damage than he thought he would do. As he landed in the sand he rolled to recover himself sand sticking to him as he did. He slid a few feet before coming to a full stop. Looking up he saw the pink haired tank was hit fairly hard, and as he watched their HP dwindle to around half. Then the large dark attack started to charge back up. "What? Already doing that again?" He exclaimed. Ryo rolled his shoulder and prepared to dodge the attack incoming. "C'mon ya' bastard. Give me another opening." He said. But then

Another ping, another incoming message. Like the others, Kyra chose to ignore it, focusing all of her attention on Warren instead. It would be rude to read her notifications in the middle of a conversation, regardless of her work, or the importance of the discussion taking place. But the doctor knew better than to take her eyes off of the man seated across from her - body language often spoke louder than words, and she didn't want to miss a thing. Warren, interestingly enough, was far more forthcoming than she had expected. More than she was used to. And it took an effort of will to keep the s

The air tensed before the blow. You could feel it—not in your skin, but in the weight of the world itself. A silence pressed too hard against the eardrum, a space that bent inward just before breaking. Belregor hung above them, a blot of black and crimson against the broken sky, his blade drawing down like a second horizon. Ariel didn’t wait to admire the shape of the coming destruction. She was already moving. Her foot carved a shallow spiral in the sand, momentum bleeding into a slide. The first crash landed a heartbeat behind her—stone and grit screaming as they shattered apart. H

Time to be on his spongebob shit. Seeing Belregor charging up his big fuck-off attack, Oscar quickly dug another hole. It worked the last time so it stood to reason that it would work now. As he dug, he looked over at the concert. It was a bit too Latin-y. Voices were a bit to male. He could see why. Lysette and her girls had been completely upstaged by some lemonade mother fucker. A shame, but everything seemed to be going to hell in a hand basket anyway. He quickly finished his hole, rolling into the wet sand and packing it around him. And then he saw someone landed a Freeze on Belregor

Just as soon as the paladin goated on her adversary she felt the repercussions of her actions. His blade tore through her shoulder, sending a spike of pain to remind her that death could be imminent. Casseur felt heavy in the numb pain of her shield arm. “Dammit… Critical hits…” The paladin groaned. Belregor showed signs of reusing his phase change attack. She could reach in get another attack in but playing the defense was way more important. The paladin back stepped from swinging distance and prepared herself for the upcoming blow. Getting hit by that attack could be entirely fatal. Hav

Suzume didn’t want to leave the stage, but a good performer knew when it was time to make their exit. This, Suzume assumed, was most likely that time. It was as if someone had reached in and turned up the temperature on the oven - figuratively, of course, because it was still freezing. Everything was more intense than it had been even moments before. The mobs were larger, and wilder somehow, entire swarms of them spilling through the breech in the barricade. Some scuttled on multiple legs, like a drawing of a spider made by someone who had never actually seen a spider. A pack of black creature

A smirk crept across Ciela's lips as she stared the boss down. "Belregor, you lazy-ass 1hp motherfucker. You wish you could tank damage like my sweet ass can. You think you're borracho beans at a Tex-Mex food truck but you're really just cold pintos at the Baptist Potluck. If there is one thought I want in your mind as you leave Cardinal's sweet domain, I want you to know that I am literally better than you at everything. Dealing damage? Can't hit Yuki for shit. Taking Damage? Gotta resort to 'hide your health bar' mechanics. So long as you keep standing, I will stand too, and my presence will

Okay. Okay Okay Okay. Warren was here, thank fuck. Abellio didn’t know exactly what that meant, but the way the man was talking, he couldn’t help but respect the confidence. Abellio rushed back into the chaos, watching as the Shamblers swarmed his friend. His knee jerk reaction was to help. He stopped, turning on his heels and reaching for a sword he didn’t actually have. Oh. Right. And it didn’t matter anyway. Abellio saw that first explosion. The wave of fire that washed over the Shamblers, killing several in a single hit. Abellio blinked. When had Warren learned to do th

Siren and Astra finally fell back from the front, their exhausted retreat leaving Bliss with a clear line of sight and, finally, free reign to unleash everything she had. Her heart raced, but her lips curled into a sickening grin as she turned toward the cannons. Her hands moved fast, precise, preparing each weapon with careful intent. She checked them one last time, running her fingers along the bolts and seals, ensuring nothing would misfire. For once, the universe didn’t betray her, every cannon was ready, primed, and hungry. The first shot rang out with a thunderous boom. The recoil shook

Siren hadn’t even realized how far the battlefield had shifted until she looked up and noticed the others were already falling back to Tracker’s Headquarters. Around her, the chaos was still thick, blackened monsters surging and twisting, their tendrils slapping the earth and tearing through barricades like paper. Without hesitation, she slashed at another beast, carving a path backward through the fray. Astra was close behind, and she reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. “I know you wanna keep fighting, darlin’,” she said between breaths, eyes still locked on the advancing swa

Edict watched in fascination as @Telrenyaworked her magic. White light emanated from her hands, healing the injured player. With a cry, the player laughed triumphantly. Telrenya smiled, and Edict couldn’t help but return one. Every success was worth celebrating, and the celebration was contagious. “Hey, don’t go charging back into the fight, alright? Once you’re ready to stand up, find something productive on the backlines. Go gather up some equipment to repair, or even just find some col and come back with some healing supplies. Telrenya—can I call you Tel?—you said we have..” “Elev

Attacks were now bouncing off of the boss’s armor with little to no effect. Many of the party members continued the assault. Ara, to her credit, seemed as bloodlusted as ever. Is that what I look like in the heat of battle? She thought to ask Morningstar before concluding that it was perhaps a little too soon to reopen that wound. But they were talking again at least. She was still ashamed of herself and her conduct. And part of her still did not trust herself around players weaker than her. At this point in time, she still regarded herself as a liability instead of an asset. For now

The boss' health bar had been depleted but it was still alive... the only reasonable thing that could mean was that there was a sepcial condition that hadn't been met yet. Something about the boss fight they had missed or overlooked. What did it all have to do with each other? Glass knights, shape changing, darkness, no safe zone, perpetual rain and monsters of the elderitch gods. He had been all over this floor, but had spent most of his time fighting to defend the safe zone. "We've missed something! If the boss' health bar is gone but he isn't dead, there's a specific condition that we

Oscar saw the door open before he heard it. Or rather, he saw the bright light that surged into the building upon his guest’s ingress. He didn’t like the look, light behind shed on his den of depravity. He made a mental note to add a foyer or something. Double doors. No one liked the light shone upon their darkness, after all. He swiveled his head, greeting Jomei with a smile. He’d showed up quicker than Oscar had expected. Not good, really. He’d barely had the time to think of what he was going to say. Direct approach then. “I’ve run out of things to spend money on,” Oscar admitted

It was, thankfully for Reytac, still daytime when he managed to make his way back to Lyle's smithy. He had thought about going ahead and popping one of his health potions, but decided against it. If this didn't finish the quest, he was just going to rest until his passive Regen had ticked enough to heal him back up - he might be desperate to keep moving forward, but he wasn't so far gone as to be suicidal. Not yet, at least. He shook that thought off as he pushed into Lyle's shop. The sound of metal ringing on metal filled his ears, and he easily spotted Lyle working at his anvil,

The math in his head was quick and dirty. Even if this boar hit him as hard as it could, he would live. He could take another hit, one almost twice as powerful as anything he'd been hit by so far. Which meant Reytac didn't have to slow down. He just had to hit the blasted thing. If he could just hit it, even if it lived, he should be able to take it out before he died. He wasn't paying attention to health bars, though the thought to make sure to turn the things on after this. He grabbed the boar by the tusks that were jabbing into him, and wrenched it around, slamming it to the ground. T

Reytac was hurting, badly. These boarlets - he could very well see why so many people had died to them. Not counting his first, lucky, fight, two of them had taken him down nearly half way in just two hits! There was nothing pretty or easy about fighting in a death game - just misery, and apparently it was mostly on his part. Doing his best to focus through the waves of pain coming from his body from the impact points, he twisted, putting weight into the next swing of his hammer. The metal head of the weapon dug into the boar, and he could almost swear he saw its flesh deforming a

Reytac knew that it would be smart of him to wait before he tried to find another of the boarlets to fight. That pushing on now, before he had a chance to recover, would be stupid. He had to stay alive to get home after all. But - he couldn't stop himself. If he slowed down now, then he would never really get momentum going. The black pit of despair would drag him back down. He had to keep moving - keep fighting. So he stood back upright, ignoring the stab of pain through his stomach, and kept moving. There had to be more of the boarlets around here, he'd already found two relativ

Reytac recovered, holding one hand across his stomach as he winced in pain. While it wasn't like he was left with a gaping wound from the injury, having a boar tusk shoved into his stomach was far from pleasant. He wheezed out a pained gasp before he glared at the source of his pain, the little boarlet in front of him stamping one of its feet and tossing its head. Even young, the things were malicious as all get out. He could swear there was a gleam of triumph in its eye for hurting him. "Bad boar." He squeezed hard on the hammer to keep it from flying out of his hand as he darted