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ph Moved to 4th floor The two took no longer than 15 minutes to shift to the 4th floor. Mari was very thankful she had chosen to keep her mug. It warmed her hands as they trudged through the snow. Mari didn't exactly have a lot of winter appropriate attire, ironic considering she lived on this floor. But most time she was here, was either in her home or workshop - and both were heated. So in lieu of a winter coat Mari simply had her plague treated leather jacket draped over her shoulders. "After this...remind me to try and find someone to buy me decent winter clothing." Mari s

"Yeah. Cardinal tries to trip you up by scaling down player power on the weaker bosses to keep them relevant. Trick is to go for the sword arts without rank. They bypass the suppression." As if to demonstrate, Freyd pivoted on the spot, planting his foot forward as his charged his blade and unleashing the art in a wide arc of blue-black energy that swept the field, smashing every bug it touched, queen included. The rest of the swarm froze, droning in suddenly stillness as their matriarch was summarily executed and half their skin reduced to shattered pixels in an instant. "See?"

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"I uh...." She watched as he downed his coffee, the hiss escaping from his lips and the way his hand twitched did not go unnoticed. "I'm not sure that's...how you relax." Mari said with a tilt of her head. Did he enjoy it that hot? She wasn't sure. "I thought you liked coffee but now I'm not entirely sure." She said with an amused snort. Things seemed a little tense between the two, not entirely in a bad sense - more in a way of they were trying to see where each other stood with each other. Which, perhaps was a testament to how they did still care. Freyd was still her family. The

"No more tired than any other day. I take my breaks where I can find or make them, like this." A quick salute with his mug saw him down half the scalding contents, a clenched hissing behind his teeth as if he was somehow enjoying the brisk burning torture. Freyd wasn't entirely sure where things stood between them in the aftermath of the Lancaster debacle. Right now he didn't care, just being happy to spend time with his friend for the sake of offering her improved odds in her coming battle with Redemption. No one had ever faced the mob, to his knowledge. If anyone had ever tried, they'd

Seeing the familiar salt and pepper sprinkled face approach filled Mari with a mixture of relief and trepidation. Things had been a little... terse lately but part of this outing was to reconcile, and to reassure both Freyd, and herself that she was still willing to do redemption. No man in her life, and in her bed, would change that determination and that resolve. If she failed it, then she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. But it was important for her to at least try. "Freyd!" Mari offered with a small smile. She did enjoy his company, and still considered him family. "It's good

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Not a far jaunt from his shop in Urbus, Freyd was either up early or just never went to bed. It was tough to tell which, since the man never seemed to rest. No wonder he drank so much coffee. Or was that just another bit of theatre for the masses? Truth was he actually drank it rather rarely, often saved for fireside chats or an occasional visit with Marv in the Town of Beginnings. Those opportunities had grown sparse of late. After the shit show that had developed at Mari's home, he felt he owed it to her to repeat the ritual, maybe even make it one of their signature things. She

She found the next one near a collapsed fence line, its stubby legs kicking through weeds as it sniffed for roots. A little bigger than the first. A little louder. Miyuki said nothing. There was no tension now no hesitation. Her breath came steady, her steps silent. She drew her sword in one smooth motion, the curved edge catching a glint of light that flashed like a warning. The boarlet turned just in time to squeal. Too late. She closed the gap in a blink, the system’s Sword Art recognizing her motion before even she did. A sharp violet gleam raced along her blade’s

Mari yawned wide and rubbed her eyes. It was early...almost too damn early. She had messaged Freyd to help her grab some items to prepare for Redemption, and boy howdy did he want her prepared. They were going to do a gauntlet of the lower leveled bosses. He, in not so many words pretty much said, don't worry I got this. And now; at that ass-crack of dawn - Mari was standing in the fields of the second floor. She could hear faint buzzing from nearby hives. The first boss of many. It felt like such a long time ago since Mari last fought the wasp queen. Another time, another life - almost.

2x Grindstone | [2 Tokens] -3 Field Boss Post Count requirements; reduces this value to a minimum of 1 post. Stacks with Spyglass. Applicable for one Field Boss Spawn, after which the buff expires. ID Tags: 248437a | 248437b

EAL: Artisan quest eval. Name: Replica Curse Compass Your Profession: Artisan Your Rank: Rank 0 Roll ID: 248430 Roll Result: LD 30+, CD 12+ Item Type: Trinket Tier: T1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: LD 3 Description: A reasonable replica of Giovanna's cursed compass, synced to some strange connection between its wielder and their... Link:https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42445-pt-sp-01-blueprints-to-old-magic/?do=findComment&comment=699625

Oscar didn't seem too phased by her admission of ...well..murder Rather, he seemed genuinely thrilled about her shot at redemption. He was grinning ear to ear, barely able to contain the ecstatic joy radiating from him. It clung to him like...like....well like the sweat that currently hung heavily from both their bodies, impossible to ignore and impossible to hide. "Redemption, you say? You're finally going through with it?" "Yeh, Freyd and others- Kinda made me realize it was about time I tried." Mari said as she attempted to wipe her brow, an effort in futility. "I'm...worried I m

“I tried, though now I understand your hesitation.” He had to play at ignorance, selling it as a distinction. “Few people appreciate how cages are safes working in reverse polarity.” Laughing Coffin’s tools were too well known to Freyd by now, and Lancaster was too wily to be so simply fooled. Unless the dupe lay behind the obvious. He needed to distinguish himself the nemesis Lancaster had fled. “But you’re too much of a coward to leave your fate in her hands, too reckless to wait for her sake, aren't you?" The words a deadpan realization as much as an accusation. "You’re comm

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

Returning to the shop less than an hour after his departure, Freyd laid out all of his scavenged materials across the trainer's work table, eagerly engaging in speculative jargon and technobabble like some sort of DIY maniac, complete with excessive jazz hands. Carefully tinkering away, seeking the NPC's insights at every turn, he produced what was heretofore impossible: an appraiser crafting a trinket, not just identifying some randomly collected bit of dead mob paraphernalia. The components required considerable time and effort to individually shape and alight, several having to be re-work

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)

One of the unique aspects of Aincrad's crafting system was that everything revolved around the ubiquitous 'material' as its raw protoplasmic currency. You could gather an eggplant and process it through the system mechanics into a vase, timber beam, sandwich or katana. As bizarre as it was, it worked, without carrying over any aspect of the original form or substance. At least, at the most basic levels of transmutation, the principles held true. Few people were eager to try a steel smelted hot dog, or chug sulfuric acid turned cider without some understandable trepidation. The close you w

Sundry other items collected, Freyd made the rounds of the environs, plucking from what others would ignore or discard. The recycling mascot from his old elementary school would be so proud. "Hrm... a glass face to suit? That might be a taller order. But, Malachi would surely have the proper tools and cutters. I just need..." Where to find a conveniently sized pane to serve his needs. It wasn't like he could just pluck one from somebody's window, at least not without unwarranted sanctions and consequences. Most of those would also be too thick for his purposes. Flat glass al