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Crafting on 7/16/2025 Using Energy Shot | 247816 | Daily Attempts: 26

The Frontlines pushed forward after Callisto. Oscar had been no exception. Motivations were night and day. It was no secret that his fellows had immersed themselves. Partaken of the proverbial Kool-Aid. A new Floor was a new opportunity to rest on their laurels. Decompress from the previous mortal struggle before engaging with the next. It was at that first moment, stepping off the platform into the pouring rain that Oscar realized the game that was afoot. Dark storm clouds bore down upon them. Town abandoned, people replaced with horrors from dizziest nightmares. And Oscar said replaced

kms Action Taken: [Training Familiar] Yeff: ID#247920 CD: 1 (Jesus Christ) - Failure

ph Action Taken: {R3 LOCK} [RUN AWAY!] Yeff: ID#247919 LD: 17+2 (Success) -- Combat Ends Gambit | HP: 116/180 | EN: 11/36 | DMG: 15 | ACC:4 | EVA:3 Yeff, The Darkest Elf | HP: 131/400 | MIT: 30 | DMG: 30 | ACC: 1 | EVA: 0 [PARRY ACTIVE] Abilities: Elf’s Wit | On LD 15+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will attack the target with the lowest hate instead. Parry | On CD 6+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will prepare to parry the next attack, taking 50% less damage (rounded down). Weapon Lock | Only Sword Arts of Rank 3 or

ph Action Taken: {R3 LOCK} [RUN AWAY!] Yeff: ID#247918 LD: 9+1= 10 (Partial Success) MD: 9 CD: 8 Gambit | HP: 116/180 | EN: 10/36 | DMG: 15 | ACC:4 | EVA:3 Yeff, The Darkest Elf | HP: 131/400 | MIT: 30 | DMG: 30 | ACC: 1 | EVA: 0 [PARRY ACTIVE] Abilities: Elf’s Wit | On LD 15+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will attack the target with the lowest hate instead. Parry | On CD 6+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will prepare to parry the next attack, taking 50% less damage (rounded down). Weapon Lock | Only Sword Arts of R

ph Action Taken: {R3 LOCK} [ST-II][-9 EN] Yeff: ID#247917 BD: 7 (Hit) MD: 1 (Crit Miss) CD: 6 15*11= 165-30= 135/2= 67 DMG to Yeff // Yeff Misses, Parry activates Gambit | HP: 116/180 | EN: 9/36 | DMG: 15 | ACC:4 | EVA:3 Yeff, The Darkest Elf | HP: 131/400 | MIT: 30 | DMG: 30 | ACC: 1 | EVA: 0 [PARRY ACTIVE] Abilities: Elf’s Wit | On LD 15+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will attack the target with the lowest hate instead. Parry | On CD 6+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will prepare to parry the next attack, taking 50%

In here we can last forever without food, but the effects are... unpleasant." "Two months." Mari said quietly, shaking off her other sandal. It clattered against the first. She wanted to bring her knees up to her chest to hold herself tightly, but she couldn't. Not whilst wearing her Yukata. So she just sat there, her hands cold, fingers intertwining in each other. "Two months...without food." Mari repeated. It was the longest she had gone. Again, her own doing. Raidou gave her weekly rations but there was a particularly dark time where she was hoping she would have to eat and the game wo

ph Action Taken: {R3 LOCK} [ST-I][-6 EN] Yeff: ID#247916 BD: 4+4 (Hit) MD: 10 (Crit) CD: 11 15*8= 120-30= 90/2 = 45 DMG to Yeff // 32 DMG to Gambit, Parry activates Gambit | HP: 116/180 | EN: 17/36 | DMG: 15 | ACC:4 | EVA:3 Yeff, The Darkest Elf | HP: 198/400 | MIT: 30 | DMG: 30 | ACC: 1 | EVA: 0 [PARRY ACTIVE] Abilities: Elf’s Wit | On LD 15+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will attack the target with the lowest hate instead. Parry | On CD 6+, Yeff, the Darkest Elf will prepare to parry the next attack, taking 5

But Yeff was prepared, now, and Gambit was unpleasantly surprised to find that the dark elf warrior's defenses would not be so easy to overcome a second time. Gambit didn't notice this until it was a little too late, however -- thinking he was striking an easy target quickly, Gambit rushed forward and unleashed another wild swing into the roaming boss of Floor Four. Expertly sliding his rapier across Gambit's thrust and sliding out of the way, Yeff managed to avoid the worst of the blow (most of it, actually). Then set off balance, Yeff stepped forward and elegantly stabbed Gambit through the

The dark elf had his rapier extended, a scowl plainly across his face as he charged -- and Gambit confidently stood his ground, grinning ear to ear. How many times had he defeated the Floor One Field Boss now? Had to have been dozens! And he was much stronger now than he was then. Gambit took his time to respond, but he was definitely quick enough to do so. In one swift motion, he drew his sword, swatted the elf's slim little rapier aside, and scored a powerful slash across Yeff's torso. The dark warrior spun around in a fit of rage, shouting something in a language that Gambit didn't understa

Baldur closed his eyes to hold back tears. I would have to come to visit you. But he didn't say the words He couldn't say the words; they would just be more knives. In his minds eye, he could imagine her situation, the horrors of it. She had chosen to do this to herself? He felt furious with Raidou. The man should have known better; should have talked her out of this torture. When he opened his eyes again to look at her, a small tear trailed down his face. "It's called the rule of three." He croaked out, wiping the small tear away with sleeve of his yukata. "Three minutes without air

PH *** ID: 247913 | LD: 20 + 3 = 23 | Ingredients found! 3/5 Ingredients found

"When we made this guild, we made four pillars for a reason. We all knew that people would step back for a time, so I expected this. Not everyone at once, mind you, but it was there because we knew that there is an ebb and flow to these things. We have good leaders now, and we will rebuild. We've already begun." "It's good that the guild's built back up. That new leaders were found." Mari closed her eyes. "In truth..." She started quietly. "I'm relieved. I don't think I could be a leader right now. I struggled back then. I kept having so much pressure thrown on me." It was hard to admit t

So many little nuggets dropped in what she had to say. He didn't know about Oikawa confessing to her. He thought Oikawa had confessed to Kiru too. It seemed more like the man was trying to find someone to latch onto, and he could see why he chose the two of them. Though Mari and Kiru had similarities, they were also two wildly different people. If he guessed it, he probably felt that Oikawa saw a kindred spirit in Mari, and someone whose pain and past was similar enough to his own that he felt he could confide in her, and that she would understand what he was going through. Still, Baldur shook

"Of course." As Baldur shifted to face toward her Mari sighed. A soft exhale as she slung herself back against the polished wood. Using her arms folded beneath her head as a makeshift pillow. He probably had so many questions... Maybe he'd even ask them in due time, but right now - he was giving her the floor...allowing herself to collect her thoughts. Mari didn't know where to start...maybe the beginning? That seemed about right. "Shield. Beat. Oikawa." Mari started. "They went missing." Mari paused. "You know what Oikawa did?" Mari would shift her gaze to the sunlight, filtered thr

It seemed she was ready to speak her feelings now. He shifted a quarter turn, to show her that she had his full attention without her having to sit there under the full weight of his gaze. They could both still look out at the garden, but his body language was inviting towards what she wanted to share with him. He filled up his little cup, and then raised to his lips, this time sipping it slowly. "Of course." He tried to keep his tone and mannerisms open and welcoming. He wanted her to feel free to speak as much or as little as she wanted. "You don't owe me anything, but I would

HOME The last word sent with a sense of urgency and desperation. Where once stood a shabby cottage barely fit for one, now stood a larger home - made primarily out of various cut stone and mortar. Two stories loomed over a frozen lake. Nestled in the forests of the 4th floor. Hidden by a steep and looming mountainside the house would be near impossible to find if you were not specifically looking for it. And yet, here, in the middle of nowhere - in a freezing tundra - was home. A cherished home of brick and mortar glowing amid seas of white. Glass windows frosted to pro

."It's Ume-zing" Mari snorted at his pun. "Yer still a dork. It's nice to see that hasn't changed." Mari picked up her own small glass as he offered a warm hearted cheers before she emptied it, then in a fashion that was similar to Baldur - she refilled her own glass again. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, and made time for some girls day out. Connection is important to us in here." "Yeh..." Mari said softly. "Sometimes. I suppose it is." Mari had lost so many of her connections. Lost faith in so many people. Why was it that all those closest to her just up and left? It was hard

The thing would laugh at his plan but there was something rather odd about it, it was not often that Laughing Coffin had to be this careful. There was a small epiphany as he'd listen on to all the provided information. Staring through the void into nigh nothingness, upon the monument as it listed off name after name. Some of them were his, but most were not. Hell most didn't even belong to the Coffin at all. "I believe I understand." The man would remark limply, weighing his options carefully. "This Freyd..." The thoughts welling in his head, as his courage would begin to take on a fire of its

Baldur picked up the small cup of shochu and gave Mari a pleased smile, holding it up. "Kampai." He said, then took a sip, savoring the flavors and forming his opinion on the matter, but he finish the small glass quickly. "It's Ume-zing" His eyes sparkled with a little bit of mirth, before he set the cup back down. Supposedly it was bad luck to pour your own sake, but Baldur was never one to buy into superstition, especially in a video game. But he would pace himself. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, and made time for some girls day out. Connection is important to us in here." There h

It was nice...there was no discussions of frontlines, no dwelling about tiny prison cells that had no sun. In that peaceful moment there was no such thing as a war effort. Of mobs and death. No monument of life. Just three friends enjoying each others company. Taking solace in the fact that after so many years they had finally been reunited. A quiet reprieve..in what would now forever be known as the strawberry yolo onsen. -End- Mari | [Word Count: 4499/10 = 449.9] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 1] = 4049 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 607 col Macradon | [Word Count: 4499/10

A slide of a small pot of tea would fill the little white platter, allowing the heat to escape in a billowing of steam. A rigid hook would claim it from the table and exhale causing the white trails to bend. "So quick witted." The man expresses before bringing the mixture to his lips. It clicks back onto the table with a rather stern press. Once the screen was shut completely, his senses perk up to assure that their enslaved cook was long out of earshot. Loose lips lead to loose ends. "Margaret." The man would extend an open hand to the seat opposed him if she chose to take it. "News has

A rush of feelings flourished around him, waves of water, gusts of wind, more voices than before. The aftershock of someone who jumped in just as he did caught him off guard, it was the owner. Macradon laughed after moving to the side so that he wasn’t getting in the way of anything, but at this point there wasn’t much to get in the way of, the water was barely hiding anything for now, and the three just … existed there in the moment. He let Mari do her talk with Baldur, he didn’t want to bud into their little reunion. “Good to see you, big guy.” he said with a snicker as he composed

"You have always been so hard on yourself, it's good to hear that you've made some connections that are truly yours rather than just your pasts'" Hoo boy, that hit the nail on the head more than he knew. Mari offered Baldur a cheeky grin. "Yeh. You could say something like that." She wouldn't go into further detail. Not now. "I was though...I think it drove me a little mad. Did...Shield ever tell you that conversation he and I had?" Mari paused, then continued - not waiting for her friend to respond. "How I didn't want to be here anymore." Words that were heavy, but spoken in a light tone