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Oscar cocked an eyebrow. "Redemption, you say? You're finally going through with it?" That was significant. And it deserved proper reverence. It was a big step for her. Oscar had to bite back the gushing about how happy he was to hear it and just how big of a step he thought it was for her. He thought it was funny, though. All of the effort he spent charming her and he was losing his shit internally over her decision to rid herself of her Orange Cursor. He was probably beaming - and he merely shook his head. "Absolutely no need to apologize, Mari. You've got your own stuff going on.

With her menu open to get ready, Yuki watched as Arabelle's messaging indicator alerted her that typing was happening on the other end of the screen. She must have really been giving it a hard a think on what she wanted. Perhaps she had overloaded her with too many choices and put a little bit of analysis paralysis pressure on her. Thankfully, the scythe-wielder would finally press enter after some deliberation though. Rice crackers? Admittedly, she was a bit surprised on that choice but she did have some senbei available. Some people just preferred the simpler tastes. Once she ensured th

The scent was off. Fate, it turns out, has a metaphysical smell. It had taken him awhile to wrap his own brain around that one, especially the notion you could sense it at such distance. Maybe it was a celestial pheromone thing, or infernal by the local aesthetic? He knew enough to know both might apply. Freyd was no stranger to Knoriit, or the hike to reach it atop Mount Hellion, traveling south from Yogan's portal. He'd made the journey many times, in older days. Darkness provided the most convenient expressways, for those willing to dare oblivion's chill, or perhaps be native to i

The horrid screeching of fomorian mouths that had since been forced into cookie cutter molds that made them far more irritating. Shrieking as they flailed angrily into the town that the woman was collecting just outside of. The small handful of powdered ash blows out of her hand as the imbecile rushes past, wasting the better part of the last 5 minutes scooping up the shit with a flour like consistency in a grey flakes. "Mother fucker." She exhumes in a murmur, catching the ass end of them bickering and yelling. Clearly this was a dedicated and recurring event, and without slapping the shit ou

248423, Perfect T4 Dessert Name: Caramel Lava Cake Profession: Cook Rank: 6 Roll ID: 248423 Roll Result: 12+1/LD:8 Item Type: Dessert Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Ambition Post Link: Hyperlink Description: A delicious chocolate

ph *** Crafting Trinket | ID 248430 | LD 30+ | CD 12+ | T1 Perfect Trinket Eval submitted here Objective complete: Crafting the item with Malachi's guidance. *** Thread Closing: Freyd receives: X EXP (Word Count [X/5*P] + Quest [300] + 5% Guild Rank bonus) X col (15% P5 Reward [X] + 5% Guild Rank bonus) 12 Materials (Foraging [8] + Quest [5] - craft [1]) Unlock Artisan crafting profession Gain crafted item, per eval linked above. +64 Forager EXP

7/26/2025 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248422 CD: 9 +1 LD: 20 Rare (3) 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 248423 CD: 12 +1 LD: 8 Perfect (1) 13 (+5 Ambition)

ph *** Objective complete: Gathering materials and bringing them back. Foraging | ID 248422 | LD 30+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 64/100 (Rank 2) 8 Mats collected.

ph *** Foraging | ID 248421 | LD 30+ | CD 12+ | Critical forage Foraging EXP: 48/50 (Rank 1) 6 Mats collected.

Pocketed and added to a running mental inventory for real time assembly in the not-so-distant future, Freyd's gaze turned to a nearby junk dealer's table. Stray, half-empty spools of fine wire mixed in with a buffet of other flotsam. Keen eyes instantly upon the prize, haggling to follow promptly while feigning interest in other fare. The Whisper's true intentions never revealed, yet components obtained through guile and misdirection. He was actually enjoying himself, trailing after nothing more than the barest of clues, wondering whether it might lead to something conceived in the darkest o

The salvage piles, often confused with refuse, seemed an obvious starting place. Most players disregarded the contents, thinking them to be little more than discarded waste. Freyd's edgy shop in Angel's Point made this place seem like table scraps by comparison. He'd filled an entire monastery campus with junk, tentatively organized with a complex piling system. Quip claimed he was just a hoarder. Probably accurate, but he still successfully leveraged his obsession to considerable benefit. "Hey Billy," words spoken in absence of a witness as he passed a side alley. Seconds later, a

Freyd's machine mind was a peerless analytical engine. It made him a good appraiser, though it was a skill he also often turned outwards, gauging companions and enemies alike. Giovanna's bizarre compass had snared his attention, along with the sudden addition of new skills previously inaccessible due to past choices. If the constraints on professions had been loosened... a smirk turned into open grin. Deconstructing the odd tool the NPC had provided to search the woods, he needed to recreate something similar for his own purposes. Something he could keep. "Malachi." Not someone

Claiming Estalagem (3) for Dec 31st, March 31st, June 30th 1000000 x .09 {.03 * 3} = 90000 col

House Name: World That Never Was Location: Floor ?? Description: A strange place, takes on the shape of a large open field of emerald green. Old devices for crafting of all types, for resting, litter the place in tired old segments from old dominions long forgotten. Locating it is difficult, nigh impossible if you don't know where to look. Walking away from the only major landmark: A single cherry blossom tree, finds that no matter how far you move, you never seem to get further than about 50 ft from it. Time holds no place here, weather does not change. A simple breeze, and a shining sun

The compass clicked in his hand, needle flicking back and forth erratically between his torso and the shard in his hand, like it was trying to tell him something. Brows furrowed, trying to follow its meaning, suddenly pulled between two equal poles, yet it wasn't spinning like before. The pull had become more strongly polarized with some strangely familiar affinity. Blue eyes narrowed, then flared in glimpsing possibility. "Here? How? Why? Which one...?" The needle flicked back and forth "Shit. Is it already out?" Racing back to the nearby village, Freyd dropped of

The compass seemed broken, its needle spiraling without purpose or obvious intent. "Seriously? How does a compass get lost? Is this some sort of weird Jack Sparrow shit?" The thought of Disney copyright infringement somehow proving to be the source of their rescue from this nightmare held its own twisted appeal, but no dice. Turning it every which way made no difference, the things clearly lacking motivation to fulfill its purpose. Choosing instead to rely on his own skills and senses, Freyd backtracked Giovanna's woodland travels to the site of her mishap. A broken log laid where i

Most players would have simply picked up the quest, ignoring the NPC's condition to go on about their business. It was true that he reserved a certain deliberate spite towards certain specific ones, Abdullah in Fortaleza foremost among them, but mild mannered quest givers like Giovanna and Zackariah in Tolbana had never done anything worthy of such disrespect. He knew they weren't actual 'people', whatever that even meant in the world gone mad and explained with nothing more than the words of a mad jailor. More than a few times, Freyd had mused to himself how none of them might be people, or

"Are you sure you're alright?" The old woman clung to his arm as he escorted her back from the woods to the village. "It's not safe in these woods at night, Giovanna. But you know that. Why were you out so late by yourself?" Head bandaged, long skirt scrunched into her gnarled hands, guided by the warrior's lantern, she'd pat his black bracer sympathetically. "Nothing notorious, I promise you. Just gathering along my daily routes. I must have taken a spill at some point and bumped my head, spilling my basket in the process. In the time it took to re-collect everything I'd dro

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7/26/25 (Crafting Respite: 248176, Ambition: 180849-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248404 CD: 7 LD: 18 Uncommon (3) 7 (+4 Ambition) 2 248405 CD: 2 LD: 7 Failure

Sunny looked around, trying to take everything in properly. He'd never ventured out of the Town of Beginnings before and finally he had made the decision to leave he was going to make the most of it. He thought back to his time so far in Aincrad when he was just going through the motions. When he'd thought that they'd be rescued quickly. But that was then. He'd accepted that this was his new life and that if he was going to make a place in the world he'd have to actually live. And part of that was questing and levelling up. He'd made his way to the town of Tolbana. A fresh start from the

PH ID:248400 LD: 6 CD:8 | SUCCESS +8 EXP - Successful Fishing Attempt +2 XP Practiced Angler Total Thread loot: +2 Material Unidentified Rare Weapon 248353a Unidentified Rare Weapon 248353b Unidentified Rare Consumables 248353c Unidentified Rare Consumables 248353d Unidentified Rare Weapons 248401a Unidentified Rare Weapons 248401b Unidentified Rare Consumables 248401c Unidentified Rare Consumables 248401d

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ID:248400 LD:19 CD: | 12 +16 EXP - Critical Fishing Attempt +2 XP Practiced Angler ID:248401 LD: 3+3=6 Unidentified Rare Weapons 248401A (2), Unidentified Rare Consumables (2) Fishing Rank 4: 364/499 Total Thread loot: +1 Material Unidentified Rare Weapon 248353a Unidentified Rare Weapon 248353b Unidentified Rare Consumables 248353c Unidentified Rare Consumables 248353d Unidentified Rare Weapons 248401a Unidentified Rare Weapons 248401b Unidentified Rare Consumables 248401c Unidentified Rare Consumables 248401d

ph *** Foraging ID 248399 | Critical Forage | CD 1+6=7 | +2 mats Foraging EXP: 304/500 (Rank 4) *** Thread Closure: Enigmata receives: X EXP (Word Count [X/5*P] + Quest [1500]) 11,050 col (1 page [400] + Foraging [10500] + Loot [150]) 47 Materials (Foraging [45] + Loot [2]) Unlock Disguise Skill 1x Gleaming Scale Random Dungeon Map 248380 1 Mon