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Nari had fallen silent as she followed alongside the other two, her eyes casting about the area in search of any dangers, but her head tilted slightly to the left in order to better listen to the commentary from Acanthus. Too much of it sounded familiar, an experience that she might have gone through herself if she didn’t know better. As much as she may have desired to comment, to relay the concrete affirmation that all would be alright, she also knew that such words would fall on deaf ears – one would be alright, or they wouldn’t be. No amount of external pressure or support could change that

None of them spoke for some time. The sound of the wind brushing over the dunes was softer now, no longer howling, just sighing. The storm had spent itself, leaving behind only silence, the faint crunch of their steps, and the quiet between breaths. When she loosened her grip, Jack felt her fingers slip, the space between their palms widening. He could've let it go, probably should've. But something in him resisted the idea of losing that warmth, even for a moment. So, before the space could widen any further, he tightened his hold. Not enough to draw attention, just enough to tell her, I

It was nice to hear about what Scar had been up to the last few days, he had been doing things. Exploring. Learning. What had she been doing? Literally nothing. She explored Tolbana, tried to visit Oscars restaurant, but it was closed. Then … she was just looking up different builds. Trying to figure out what skills to go for. Cooped up in her own little world and yet… here he was. Living his life. Meeting people. “That’s…nice…I haven’t-” "But it's not as fun when I think back to the last time we went out together." “What?” His words caught her off guard. He had fun being buffeted by

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How long had she been standing there; watching Zamek weep over nothing more than pieces of paper? How long had she been holding Scars hand, and so tightly? "Ah.." Alinta loosened her grip, only just enough so that his hand still hung loosely in hers, giving him the opportunity to retreat if he wanted to. "Sorry..." A sheepishly mumbled apology. It wasn't exactly fair to him to do that now, was it? Her eyes traveled back to Zamek. "He's just....its all so human." She was so used to speaking to the NPCs in the starter town, the stores, and merchants...they were far more canned in their response

Shop Post: Apple Crumble Cost of Transaction: 1 Mat Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: Apple Crumble Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Desert Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: 3 LD Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: IFusion of ID256026 + ID256028 = ID256029: CD:11 | LD: 5 Item Description: A beautiful Apple Crumble in a simple white dish.

“Most would call that hedonism,” Oscar replied, his voice muffled against her jaw. There was something intoxicating about this woman. Like the stiffest drink he’d ever had - he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so foggy. There was something about her. The way she carried herself. As if she were partaking in something she had long since denied. Or… Perhaps she was ignorant of its existence. Words spoken just moments prior seemed so far away. But it was in her manner of speech, the way she carried herself. Magnanimous in every sense of the word. Grace that the geniuses of old had the hubri

Date: 10-28-25 [50/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Apprentice Cook: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 4 crafts per day. Crafting Tier 2 [Dessert]: ID256024 | CD: 10 | LD: 15 | Success! +1 T2 Uncommon Desert ID256025 | CD: 6 | LD: 4 | Salvage! (Lose Materials ID256026 | CD: 11 | LD: 5 | Success! +1 T2 Rare Desert ID256027 | CD: 8 | LD: 11 | Success! +1 T2 Uncommon Desert Result: +13 EXP (3+2+5+3) [63/79] Fusion: ID256024+ ID256027| T2 Rare Desert = ID256028 ID256026+ ID256028| T2 Perfect Desert = ID256029

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The desert finally fell quiet. Only the wind remained, brushing over the dunes in soft, whispering trials that carried away the last traces of the storm. Jack watched Zamek clutch the letters, the man's shoulders trembling beneath the weight of memories no one could reach. He'd seen players break before, fear, loss, exhaustion, but something about this.. this was different. There was no respawn. No system message to soften the blow. Just grief, raw and human. He averted his eyes. People ruin good things. The words lingered, sharper than the sting of sand in his eyes. Maybe

Fae tended to stick to herself when she wasn't specifically joining up with someone to guide them through the wilds of one of Aincrad's many floors, but she couldn't help but notice the brunette in front of her turn as someone called something she couldn't hear. It was the sight though that mattered 'Is that Nari? How long has it been since I've seen her?' it was clear that the higher level purple haired woman knew the man that Fae had been inadvertently following, and her curiosity was peaked. She gave the pair just a moment to speak before she tentatively made her way over to them, not

Jack chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating softly against her as she leaned in, their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling between them. "An obsessive saintess," he murmured, amusement curling at the edges of his voice. "That might just be my favorite kind." His fingers trailed up the curve of her spine, slow, deliberate, until his hand rested at the base of her neck. He tilted her chin just enough that their eyes met, violet and crimson locked together in the dim light. "But careful," he whispered, voice a velvet rasp. "When you say things like that.. it makes me forget this is just

Reytac nodded as he walked up next to Mari, his eyes already flicking around the area around them. He knew that Mari was pretty businesslike and would want to get going as soon as possible – and if both of them were needing materials as badly as it seemed, then he wanted to start as well. He glanced over as she fidgeted, reaching up towards her injured arm again, then frowned. She was a skilled alchemist so if he offered one of his crappy health potions to try helping that injury out, he would deserve the ribbing or ridicule he would most likely get. Instead as the two of them started walking

Jack was momentarily speechless. Alinta's exclamation of his name still rang in his ears, warm and bright, and her smile, genuine, unguarded, hit him harder than he expected. When she asked what he'd been up to, he opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. Her violet eyes were captivating, glimmering with that same curious light he remembered from the first time they met. The kind of light that made the world around her fade to a blur. For someone who usually had a sharp tongue and quicker wit, he found himself speechless. "I've been.

Fae listened politely to her friend, it was honestly pretty similar to how she had been raised, though her mother's lack of taking her anywhere was more due to a lack of care both for travel and for her family, rather than out of fear for Fae's safety. "Yeah, it was scenes like this that even made me agree to join this game with. . ." Fae let herself drift off a bit before she changed her trajectory. "My dad was an artist, he painted landscapes that he swore he had seen with his own eyes when he was younger. But they were all so fantastical, beautiful places with lush green rolling hills and c

Aphrael: Quoth the Raven, Nevermore. Familiar, no skill currently obtained.

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Earing a Living - Appraiser Eval Evaluating: Name: Steel Claymore Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: Acquisition: 256010 | Slot 1: 256020, LD: 15+20, DMG | Slot 2: 256021, LD: 13+20, DMG | Slot 3: 256022, LD: 13+20, DMG Item Type: Straight Sword Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG III Description: It a big steel sword lmao. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42785-pt-pp-f01-buyers-sellers-eal-appraiser/?do=findComment&comment=703386&_rid=8792

Thread Close! Reytac | [Word Count: 13800/5 = 2760] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 5520 EXP Cascade | [Word Count: 13800/5 = 2760] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2760 EXP Reytac: 5520 Cascade: 2760 Quest: +300 R: 5820 C: 3060 Reytac exp +2% = 5936. Familiars in Eval threads Unlocks: Training your Familiar

"No," Sinnamon replied quickly. "This ass is too iconic to walk around in some sensible fuckin' footwear." She let out a heavy sigh, nodding to herself at her own statement. "One must suffer to look this good. I'll just have to adapt." She gave Reytac a playful grin. She appreciated the concern. And the advice. Real class act, this guy. "Raidou or Teion then. I'll have to check them out. But I guess I could make my own stuff, no?" Sin gave a shrug, heading back into town. "Though I'm really wondering how I'm gonna source it all. But I got some friends I could ask." Outside of O

Familiar evaluation: Thread: https: //www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42721-pp-pt-f01-i-guess-murders-aint-all-bad/ Successful Roll ID: 255176 CD: 12 attempt 2/4 Success! Name: Arenyx Description: A creature born of storm light and shadow- A Raven whose feathers drink in darkness and pulse with an inner, ghostly blue glow. His eyes black, sharp with an intelligent, and unsettling calm; the gaze of one who knows. His talons are sharp and strong. He is a companion, neither beast nor spirit, but something balanced perfectly between. A companion not boun

They had shifted away from the Pker woman and her dance partner. Alinta was still a little unnerved. Wondering how the hell the ginger haired woman managed to make it so deep into a safe zone. A town no less. Eyes filled with concern shifted up to the balcony to glance at Oscar. Did he sneak her in? Did he realize how dangerous that was? She was apparently his friend, but…did that give him the right to put everyone else at risk? Her brows furrowed. As long as the woman stayed far, far away Alinta wouldn’t make a scene, but if she ever got the chance she’d question Oscars judgement. Alinta

It was a pleasure watching him. The ease with which he took to the stage, and settled into the literal and figurative rhythm, fascinated her. As far as she knew, Jomei and Lysette had never performed together, yet they complimented each other perfectly. Outsiders might assume that they'd been playing together for years. Lessa, who didn't have a musical bone in her body, marveled at the simple fact that two strangers could produce such magic. Lysette's words wove through the notes strummed on Jomei's guitar, filling the large space with light and life. And for the moment, Lessa was content to s