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ACTION: unloading the Cargo --placeholder/rolling - ID: 244442 LD:3 You find one person on the ship, if you can call them that. An undead, fish-person with eerily long arms. They clutch a broom in their hands and they slowly sweep the deck, specifically behind you (the roller) as you explore the ship. -ediing-

It was hot and dry, much like what she had read about in books that mentioned deserts. Sand and sun beamed her relentlessly. Myst was likely regretting joining her master for this expedition in particular. Nevertheless, Firefly did her best to keep up and keep the sand out of her shoes. “I guess not every landscape can be extensive mountain ranges and sunset skies, huh?” The girl chuckled a little, trying to brighten her own mood a bit. She loved the scenery more than the damp caves she’d been in with Morningstar and the frontline group who had carried her over to tier two in just a few m

“Ahh…” After having eaten the fist hot dog in virtually two bites. “That really hit the spot.” Alinta said as she rubbed her bare stomach, then accentuated it with two pats. “Thank you Oscar.” She laughed softly, “That - you’re right they’re so juicy! Ahh~ And the way the bread just soaks up the slightly sweet sauce - the way you caramelise the onions!” Alinta picked up the second hotdog and instead of just shoving it into her mouth she gave a chance to appreciate the aesthetics. “Look!” She said, showing him - as though he hadn’t made it himself. “Look how even the toppings are! The sauce do

What a weird moment to pick up their earlier conversation, though heartwarming in a completely unexpected way that she would circle back to it. Old Mari would have carved the topic to pieces using only sheer with, burned it, buried it, then salted the earth to make sure nothing ever grew there again. But not this Mari. It was eerily refreshing. Prison… Two years…. “Wait… whut?” As much as he wanted to absorb every detail, they were still in a fairly precarious position, and far too exposed for Freyd’s liking. Reaching back and snaring the edge of her water-logged cloak wit

Oscar exhaled a slight laugh as he realized that his joke had gone completely over her head. He considered, for a moment, calling attention to it. But he would wait for his moment. She'd all but inhaled the first dog. Clearly her hunger had not been overstated. There was a certain pleasure that he - or any Cook for that matter - took in watching people enjoy their food. It was a pleasure that was singularly theirs. It was almost intoxicating, the jubilation of watching someone gush over the food you so painstakingly prepared for them. A warm half-smile played at his face as he stepped behind t

Mari opened her eyes; and right before her - atop a tall rock formation stood Macradon. She couldn’t help but snort - it was so typical of him. Has he noticed her yet? Mari wasn’t sure, she watched him flex - then flap his arms as though he was a bird. She couldn’t help it, a small snort came from her - followed by a laugh. “He…He can’t be serious…” she muttered to herself. But she already knew that he was. She was waiting for it - waiting for him to jump. Waiting for the splash - but their eyes met - and he hesitated. Instead - Macradon sat down, taking a breather. Why didn’t he jump? Mari ga

Ali And there it was again; just as quickly as she was able to calm down, she felt that same hot sensation that flooded her cheeks. “A-Ali!” She took a breath. “I only allow my friends to call me Ali. Oscar…” Breathe Alinta, Breathe. She took a deep breath and attempted to put on a confident smile. “So - does that make you a fri-” Her words caught in her throat as he leaned forward, close. Dangerously so - the tickle of his hair against his forehead - the exhale of his breath against her skin. Alinta had to lean back. She watched as he snatched the drink from her hands, his eye

“I know, I know,” Oscar said. “But appearances can be deceiving. Never know when you’ll find a hidden gem.” Truth be told, no one had ever called his establishment cute. Oscar didn’t dislike it, but he wasn’t sold on it either. Still, he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut when someone was enjoying themselves. Far be it from him to ruin her fun. He did enjoy the fact that routine hadn’t made him entirely dull. He was still getting his sea legs, every synapse screaming to be his normal charming, witty self. But he was so out of practice, it was very much out of his reach. But it was

’Quite right, quite right! Well, that’ll be all from me for the evening, I do believe!’ Aoi’s head turned at the familiar voice’s sound, her eyes glancing across the room to spot the mayor she’d been hunting down for the last two hours. Her eyes lit up as she recognised the figure, her body naturally moving towards him before she could stop herself – even if she lost her room, she knew that the completion of this quest would be fulfilling enough in the moment. She could figure out accommodations later, perhaps at another of the inns that dotted the town’s various corridors. ’Excuse me, Ma

Aoi turned another corner as she searched for some sign of the town’s mayor, hoping to drop the envelope that Pete Larkin had provided in his hands, and call an end to the quest that had taken up most of her day. She glanced upwards once more, noticing the changing scene in the sky above, a reminder that she still needed to find somewhere for the evening to layover and sleep – and she knew from experience that the local inns would fill soon enough. Where could he be hiding? It’s not like he goes to sleep…or does he? Shit, am I going to have to wait for tomorrow? Her face twitched ever so

Her mouth parted into a toothy grin as the very tall man reassured her. “Yeh, damn right I could.” She reiterated as confidently as she could, Alinta even straightened her posture, and puffed out her chest for good measure. He didn’t have to know how worried she was, this was usually a safe place. It's why she stayed here, for the most part. It felt almost like a real city, at least. It used to. A nervous lavender gaze swept over the empty streets. They used to be bustling, there used to be new shops opening almost daily. New clothes, new food…it felt like a small town. One of those cozy ones

’Ah, aye! That should serve Dorian right, for how he treats his debtors!’ The sudden call brought Aoi out of her thoughts as she turned away from the small collection of items within the chest and found Pete standing above her with an envelope in hand, and a large beaming smile split across his face that held no humour to it of an innocent nature. He’d held out the envelope – the item covered in a residue of slim that Aoi realised she didn’t want to be able to identify – and waited for her to take the item. Slowly, with hesitation and a true desire to do anything but touch the thing, she

Link to 6/16 Appraisals Results. Keep Perfect Weapon | 235665. 3040 col spent Scrap nine other items. 1140 * 9 = 10,260 col spent. Oath of the Heretic | T4 Perfect Weapon | [235665c] | Taunt | Env. (O) | ACC A blade pried from the hands of a dead Sundrinker and corrupted in the mires of Floor 18. Total. 13,300 sent to banker.

Today's Appraisals T4 Perfect Weapons | [235651b][235660a][235658a][235658b][235658c][235665a][235665b][235665c][235675a][235675b] T4 Perfect Weapon | [235651b] 244418 | BD3 | CD12 | LD3 | | Taunt 244417 | BD9 | CD5 | LD20 | | Damage or Accuracy 244416 | BD8 | CD7 | LD18 | | Damage or Accuracy T4 Perfect Weapon | [235660a] 244415 | BD9 | CD10 | LD10 | | Bleed or Paralyze 244414 | BD6 | CD2 | LD20 | | Damage or Accuracy 244413 | BD1 | CD11 | LD14 | | Damage or Accuracy T4 Perfect Weapon | [235658a] 244412 | BD8 | CD5 | LD16 | | Damage or Accuracy 2

"Here's all my perfect weapons. Find something good for me, will you?" T4 Perfect Weapon (Acquired from this thread) | [235651b] [235660a][235658a][235658b][235658c][235665a][235665b][235665c][235675a][235675b][235675c][235684a]235684b][235684c][235690a][235688a] 235688b][235688c]236155a[236155b[236155c][236167a][236165a][236165b][236165c][236175a][236175b][236175c][236199b][236199c][236207b][236207c][236215a][236215b][236215c][236220b][236220c][236403a] [236403b][236403c][236402a][236402b][236402c][236419a][236419b][236419c][236435a][236435b][236435c][236445a][236442a][236442b][236442c

Watching Flappy-fluffy-thing and Pile'o'skipstones with a pair of separately placed purple-irised yellow eyes, the rest of Reliq's attention was on the flagstone upon which he'd been pancaked. Twice. And, in the process, he'd somehow managed to wedge one of his longest and most wriggly tongues in a nasty-tasting groove. Normally, he'd just slice it off and grow another, but Mr.Wiggles had been with him a very, very long time. At least three buckets, two chests and seven helmets ago! You might say they'd even grown attached. Blowing hard into the tip of another appendage, trying in vain t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244409 | Recovery, CD: 8 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed PH Post Action | [x12] TECH-F (8 - 2 [Stamina] + 3 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 17 EN) Free Action | Concentration (+AA), Concentration CD [1/5] ID: 244405 | 5 + 8 - 1 = 12, Hit vs. Unsmitten Horror #1 Dealing 336 - 60 = 276 Damage, [Stunned] Applied ID: 244406 | 10 + 8 - 1 = 17, Crit+2 vs. Writhing Mass #1 Dealing 360 - 120 = 240 Damage, [Stunned] Applied ID: 244407 | 8 + 8 - 1 = 15, Hit vs. Writhing Mass #2 Dealing 336 - 120 = 216 Damage, [Stunned] Applied ID: 244408 | 6 + 8 - 3 = 11,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244402 | Recovery, CD: 2 (No Proc) PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 3 Targets = 6) = 17 EN) + Charge (8 EN), Charge CD [1/3] = 25 EN Free Action | ID: 244398 | 1 + 8 = 9, Critical Miss vs. Unsmitten Horror #1 ID: 244399 | 3 + 8 = 11, Hit vs. Unsmitten Horror #2 Dealing 480 - 5 = 475 Damage ID: 244400 | 2 + 8 = 10, Hit vs. Unsmitten Horror #3 Dealing 480 - 5 = 475 Damage ID: 244401 | 6 + 8 = 14, Hit vs. Unsmitten Horror #4 Dealing 480 - 5 = 475 Damage Players: Gaius | HP: 924/924 | EN: 107/120 | DMG:

PH Free Action (System) | Random Dungeon Map [224290b] (Opened) Players: Gaius | HP: 924/924 | EN: 107/120 | DMG: 29{+8} | MIT:127 | ACC: 1 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | PARA-IM | BH:46 | REC: 8 | HM: 8 | HLY: 16 | BLD: 48 | ENV-O: 32 | TROLLS-B | LD: 2 Setsuna | HP: 861/861 | EN: 91/120 | DMG: 29 | MIT:20 | ACC:7 | EVA:6 | BH:34 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | FRB: 40 | FRZ: 64 | LD:2 Griswold | HP: 880/880 | EN: 48/100 | DMG: 27 | MIT:152 | ACC:5 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.THORNS: 16/32 | THORNS:112 | BH:35 | LD: 2 Nisahime | HP: 861/861 | EN: 100/100 | DMG: 1 | MIT:60 | ACC:1 | EV

A shift in the pile brought Aoi’s attention to something wooden with metal lining that had hidden within the depths of the various items piled beneath her. A cursory glance over it confirmed that it was exactly what she had expected when it had first appeared – a treasure chest designed to appear like any pirate’s treasure in any other form of media. She’d resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she’d grasped the handles on either side and shifted the chest to the forefront, glancing over it as it came more and more into sight. Though elegant in design, it somehow appeared simple at the sam

Sighing heavily in a show of desperation and acceptance of her situation, Aoi stepped down towards the raft, digging her hands into the pile with an ease that seemed contrary to the complaining behaviour she had displayed mere moments before. A part of her was happy that she would, at least, not have to travel anywhere to get her current task done. The work was far from glamorous, though Aoi admitted to herself that it was far from the least appealing thing she’d ever done. Still, she found her nose curling backwards slightly in response to the smell and feel of the wet logged materials,

The docks had been easy enough to find. The smell alone had drawn Aoi a part of the way towards her destination. Pete Larkin, however, had taken some time of perusing the small area before she spotted the white hair and elderly expression of the individual. I wonder if they’re all related somehow? She’d approached his work area, a mess of nets, lines and other traps designed to draw in some measure of aquatic life and goods. Although she’d wanted to launch into her declaration of presence in the moment, she’d awaited until the man had noticed her, giving a slight bow in introduction bef

The creature exploded, and Aoi let out a release of breath, as if signifying the pent up emotions and tension that she had been holding on to towards the end of the fight. She knew that there had been, at least for a moment, a time when she had been worried about the overall outcome. Relief had flooded through her, however, as the final creature fell and she felt a measure of calm return to her nature. Right, let’s get these tusks back to the blacksmith, and see where it goes from there. Storing away the final item she’d received, Aoi turned back towards the town and salvation. She didn

"Of course," Oscar agreed. His voice was calm, reassuring. "I'm quite certain you were about to go boots-to-asses. But call me old-fashioned, but I don't believe that women should have to be the ones to smear their unwanted admirers across the cobblestones." She was nervous. Rightfully so. Her words came out lacking sureity. Given her recently-resolved predicament, that was nothing to be surprised over. Oscar wouldn't add insult to injury by calling her on it. He merely offered her a slight smile, nodding gently. Oscar would not mention how her hand lingered too long on his. Or how he cou

A good shower really freshened up the knight’s mood, really cleared out his mind, really set him up for glory once again. It wasn’t much, but with his digital physical body as a clean slate again, Macradon was ready for what he was good at … or at least one of the things he was good at, sowing chaos into everything. There’s nothing that needed to go steady, nothing needed to be stale, it all had to keep moving. The legendary bathrobe, the one he used with the gang back in the days, back when their shenanigans were at the top, it was time to relive his glory days. Like the idiot he was bac