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13:07 aincrad standard time. three messages drop into yuki's inbox. it's from a contact she has only met once. ARA: Hi. ARA: [b7e9c24f.jpg] ARA: Can you help me kill? ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) like a frightened wife pointing out pests for their husband to dispose of, the blurry shot of floor 25's maze weaver, front appendages raised and charging at the retreating camera, is meant to speak for itself. as she would tell yuki later, arabelle had been unlucky this time. she is ordinarily a competent boss hunter. but the twists and turns of the maze and her dwindling consumable hoard had formed a

Thread Summary Word Count: 8,153 Base XP: 8,153 / 5 = 1,630 Baldur Tier 9: x9=14,675 Snow Tier 3: x3=4,890 Quest Rewards 1000 Experience Points ((Snow only, Baldur has completed the quest)) Each player receives: Monkey Agility (Uncommon Consumable [potion]) A strange potion that boosts the user's Evasion by 1. Lasts for one thread. REWARD ACHIEVED | If Sewallus accompanies the party and survives Unlock <<TECH-D>> collected sword art.

It had been almost a month since she was released from prison. In that time she had told herself she’d meet up with Baldur and have a long discussion numerous times. And yet each and every time she had been distracted. Getting drunk with Arcanthus and Katoka…that dark shinsengumi from the laughing coffin… Mari snorted in amusement. Somehow…both he an Baldur were similar. Two sides of the same coin. It was a shame really…they’d never meet, and if they did it would likely not end well. The dark shinsengumi’s words echoed in Mari’s mind. Tell those you love to stop seeking salva

Freyd stumbled slightly and Mari held him up with a jutted out elbow. She threw a gaze over her shoulder back at him. His goofy grin was all it took to calm her slight nerves over this expedition. It was funny...she really did see him as family now. Mari snorted, taking advantage of his slurred stupor to acknowledge that fact. Though she was sure he was already well aware, she had stated as much to him. But so casually? So informally? In a situation that wasn't terse, no. They hadn't really had many of those lately, so maybe it'd be nice to have one now. "Careful, bro. Not sure I have the upp

there are cats in the endless caverns. they just happen to have owners. murderous ones. she laughs, soft and almost dismissive. "oh, no. i'm just the exception." for lack of a better place to go, or partly by arabelle's insistence, they do start for the river first. she continues once they are far past the dragon gates, her weapon nowhere in sight. "my family ran a funeral home. i helped them since i was able -- administrative tasks, mostly, but as i grew older and my responsibilities expanded, i had to spend more time in the place itself. if you've ever been to one, you'll understan

Kimba’s ear twitched first. Ariel’s gaze snapped from her familiar’s lazy grooming to the figure stumbling toward the pinned coordinates. Wobbly gait. Slurred hum. She knew that walk—not injury, but intoxication. Impossible. SAO’s systems filtered alcohol’s effects; players tasted wine but never felt its bite. Yet here was Freyd, hiccuping into the autumn night, pajama-clad with a sword scraping cobblestones. Ariel melted from the shadows. "Are you drunk?" No disapproval—raw, hopeful intensity. Her eyes scanned his glazed expression, the loose sway of his shoulders. Real buzz. Memori

The trek back was quieter, save for the soft shuffling of hatchlings clustering close, trusting in the steady rhythm of footsteps and the calm presence that had saved them. At the entrance to the lair, the wounded mother stirred. Fuzziel’s eyes brightened the instant she caught sight of her brood—an unspoken relief flooding through her scarred features. She lowered her head respectfully toward the group, voice trembling with gratitude. “You have returned my children… my hope.” Her breath was ragged, but her tone carried the strength of a mother’s enduring will. A pause followed

The trek back was quieter, save for the soft shuffling of hatchlings clustering close, trusting in the steady rhythm of footsteps and the calm presence that had saved them. At the entrance to the lair, the wounded mother stirred. Fuzziel’s eyes brightened the instant she caught sight of her brood—an unspoken relief flooding through her scarred features. She lowered her head respectfully toward the group, voice trembling with gratitude. “You have returned my children… my hope.” Her breath was ragged, but her tone carried the strength of a mother’s enduring will. A pause followed

Ariel couldn’t help but smile at her companion’s bluntness. To be fair, she’d walked this road too—at least two or three quests in, back when the chain was half-written and the reward was bugged. As Acanthus turned away, Ariel offered the wounded mother a short bow, formal and unhurried. “I’m in the same boat,” she said calmly. “Started this before it was finished. Got updated. We lost interest.” Her gaze lingered a moment on the dragon’s exposed wounds before stepping past her. She only showed a slight smirk before she vanished. No system alert. No flash of light. One step forw

PH * * * Riardon SP: 185 Riardon takes: 63 SP for base skills. Takes 6 Ranks in Inspiring For 120 SP (+12 En recovered for party). Riardon | HP: 260/260 | EN: 54/54 | DMG: 1 | MIT:6 | ACC:3 | EVA:3 | REC: 2 | Inspiring

"Alright, Alela..." He slid the spyglass shut and the item turned to dust in his hands. "I think this is as good a spot as any." He hadn't actually gotten to take a great look through the spyglass, but then again, he didn't need to. Half these floors felt the same: yeah, yeah, this is the like... plains-slash-mountains-slash-forest floor. Right. And there's like, a bunch of woodland beasts, and maybe like elves and stuff. Sure. "Alright!" He grinned and clasped his hands together. Alela jumped a few inches higher into the air, surprised. "Let's get you trained, huh? And I think the best

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PH * * * Note: CS Shades of the Gemini is active. if any player objects they should note it in their first post and the skill will be considered innactive. Wulfrin Consumes and shares: Gungir Shard | Sharkcuterie Board | T1 Demonic Feast | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Portions: 5/6 Wulfrin fills EVA Wulfrin takes 1 rank in Haste for 10 SP Wulfrin SP total: 210 Wulfrin | HP: 850/850 | EN: 102/102 | DMG: 16 | ACC:8 | AA | EVA:5 | LD:9 | PROSP:3 | QTY: 2

Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 247906 CD: 1 +1 LD: 15 Critical Failure (2) 4 (+3 Ambition) 2 247905 CD: 10 +1 LD: 19 Rare (3) 8 (+3 Ambition) 3 247904 CD:

Acanthus looked to Ariel, and the Gambit. And then the dragon. With a sigh, she sheathed her sword. Three times she’d done the quest, and every time she had been the one stuck talking to the dragon. She liked dragons, but her fascination with the quest had ended a while back. She spoke plainly to the wounded dragon, like asking a stranger for directions. “Hi, yes. Acanthus. You don’t remember me because it’s a new quest instance, but—” “Be ye friends or foes?” The dragon rasped. “I—we’re friends. And who talks like that? They didn’t even talk like that in the 1400s.” Fuzzie

"Sounds like a deal," Wulfrin said as he leaned back in his chair. "I'll power through whatever you need me to. Same for gear requests. For now they'll have to be handled out of my forge on Floor 22, but if we ever get an armory, I'll probably set up a small on site forge." Wulfrin interlaced his fingers behind his head and placed his feet up on the table. Wulfrin's mind began to wander as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments as the others would chime in with questions of their own. He was fixated on what rumors he had heard about across the floors. One stood out as importance.

“I think we’re still headed the right way. What’s the problem?” The problem became readily apparent. The rain, which had washed out the edges of the river, picked up in its intensity. Their speed steadily increased, and something strange began to match the roar of the downpower. The distant darkness was no longer a strange artifact of unknown forces. The land simply vanished. “So if I’m not Astra, does that mean I’m allowed to tell you there’s a waterfall ahead?” The party strained against the pull of the river, but an sturdy oar and a cursed sword were weak opposition to nat

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"Is that where were headed --?", Elora blurted out after Sable's suggestion. Don't tell me the raid has already started. And so soon after the last -- “I would really like to avoid the water if it’s possible. I can’t swim all that well in heavy armor.”, came Edict's nervous reservation. "I don't know anyone's looking to take a plunge in the Styx -- But we don't exactly have a choice here. The sword knows where it wants to go or something and I've got friends who need me on the front lines!" With a well-placed kick, Elora pushed them off from the shoreline and leapt to join the vesse

He had to have read the message about sixteen times to make sure it was what he thought it was. Free at 1 p.m.? Boy, am I! Once he'd confirmed the validity of the message (how exciting!) he hurriedly typed up a response. GAMBIT: SIR YES SIR! O7 It was only after he'd clicked send that he began to worry that maybe emoticons didn't reflect well on his maturity. Oh, no. Had he made a grave mistake? For the next two or three hours, Gambit went back and forth on whether he should send a follow-up message (stupid, stupid, stupid) or if he should make up an excuse (his dog died?) and

The music took over, the way it always did, and Su leaned hard into it. Unspeakable horrors were playing out all around her. A kaleidoscope of color flashed as sword arts triggered, and as the the raindrops distorted the light, she bore witness to the most magnificent and morbid lightshow ever. It stood in in sharp contrast to their upbeat lyrics, as did the terrifying bastardizations of human beings that continued to throw themselves at their hastily constructed barricade. Things with two heads, or half a head, or no head... and there were so many tentacles. Like, so many. But when Su cl

"Errr.... let's see. Triangular head, with spotty mottling and the wiggly neck tentacle thingies... that would be fire." Ripping off the protective sheath exposed the chemical-laden dart to the air, instantly igniting its tip. Meant most for fire and forget mode, Jeeves had found a way to entertain himself amidst the chaos by taking notes and pairing weapon types to enemy weaknesses. Striking right in the pulsing pustule on its back, the flaming bolt sparked the dubious concoction brewing inside, instantly causing the mob and its surroundings to combust. Cackling silently from his hid

Acanthus grinned back. Nicknames were not really her thing: they were so informal. And she didn’t really know how to be informal. But she had engaged with the bit for a little too long, and now Mari—Marigold—had accepted the name. Ah, a little informality won’t kill you. Kat extended her shotglass with a playful pout. "Another?" Acanthus laughed. “Enjoy it for now; once we’re done, you’ll have to pace yourself.” * * * The cart hobbled along with its familiar pace. The three girls rode in the carriage side by side, with Acanthus crammed to the side like nori in a bento box.

3ulogy fumed as another pile of weapons dropped at the table in front of him. He hissed at the donor as they wandered out of sight, looking for more. “Come up to Floor 29, you said. There’s a STY/L concert, you said. And people might die. Fuck me.” Another pile of weapons appeared while he complained to himself. He locked eyes with his dreaded benefactor and offered a calcified smile. “Hopefully that’s the last of them.” The stranger shook his head. “It’s been hell holding the town. No casualties yet, but we’re burning through equipment pretty quickly. There won’t be another round of