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The voice of a man clearly tired and out of options addressed them, the quest giver that was patiently standing around as the three - now two - conversed revealed the details of his plight. The prior foreman of the Yōgan mines had taken up arms, building a band of thugs and ruffians to terrorize the village, most likely out of revenge for his 'forced early retirement.' The ginger simply nodded along, allowing Siren to speak for the two of them. In the meantime, Jomei took care of officially accepting the quest as the prompt appeared before him and creating a party consisting of himself and his

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With her eyes closed, she remained aware of her surroundings: the chirping of birds, the song of crickets, the shuffle of feet, and the sound of footsteps running closer. She wagered it belonged to Kali. As expected, panting followed. She cracked open her right eye to see a man with chestnut-colored, unkempt hair pausing from his run, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath next to the hay, seemingly oblivious to her presence. "Hey." "Oh, there you are! Sorry to keep you waiting." He straightened up. "Got a bit lost, haha! Took a wrong turn south from the Town of Beginnings." He sh

Crafting Process: 1st Attempt Creation ended in failure, 1 Material lost. EXP earned: +1 (Failed attempt) Crafting Process: 2nd Attempt Creation ended in failure, 1 Material lost. EXP earned: +1 (Failed attempt)

With the store name finalised, Dean placed a somewhat nervous hand on the door, Before giving a push. As the door slowly swung inwards, His eyes were mesmerised by the decorum of this place. It had a mixture of formal, Yet calming vibes. “Truly a place.. Befitting a Performer.” He mentioned, While taking a look at the various Instruments hung up. “With these tools, I'll create a harmonious future for the players.. Who are fighting and those just trying to survive.” He mumbled to himself, Before heading to the backroom. “But before I can do any of that, I'll need to craft some inventory..

With the completion of <<Earning a Living>> Dean had gained the right to open his own music shop, Which would be appropriately named <<Harmonic Studio>> This will be his place of work and residence, But for right now. He hasn't actually seen the store itself, Since he has just left Landon's shop. “If I'm following this map correctly, It should be right around this corner..” After rounding the corner, He was met with a structure that had been well-maintained. As the white limestone blocks. Still had a radiant glow to them. “Oh my god!” Dean expressed a sense of pure

Oats lay on a large pile of hay next to a path leading to the entrance of a village. She had been napping for a while, confident in her safety within the zone. The blend of a gentle breeze and the sun's warmth was delightful. She opened one eye to gauge the sun's position; she had arrived around 9:30 am, and it seemed to be about 11 o'clock now. The sky was a bright blue with a few birds in flight. The weather on the first floor was always perfect, akin to unchanging data. Players would wake up expecting the same conditions every day, a pleasant contrast to the unpredictable weather of the rea

Styx watched closely as the bread flew into Rhys mouth, who was obviously the more eager one out of the two to eat some random fondue from a pot. “We technically do not need any form of sustenance to maintain our bodies in here,” he countered weakly as he turned back to the fork of bread between his hands. With all his knowledge of this quest, he knew you did not have to consume whatever concoction Zackariah conjured in that pot of his. He also knew that there was not a castle waiting to be claimed at the end of it– which will most definitely disappoint Rhys when they finish it. He holds his t

“Brother!” “Aki? Oh no, no… Why are you crying?” Kazuki’s voice is gentle, almost fatherly. The little girl stands completely still in front of him, her eyes red and cheeks puffy. He slowly kneels, his large hands lifting to cradle her face, catching her tears as they fall and dry into his hands. There was a boy who loved his family. A boy who promised to protect his family without a father to take care of them. In a world where his father stepped down, Kazuki had taken a step forward. “Lost my bear…” she hiccups, her words tangled with sniffles. Kazuki’s thumbs slowly brush ben

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they break for food at a secluded corner then resume their appreciation of the festivities. mishiro, in search of more unique items, methodically goes from stall to stall to try each one's offerings. perhaps fermata had missed something in its initial sweep. it is not impossible. there are vanity shops wherever one looks, selling street food, outfits, tattooing services, and a half hour with a rented mount. more games. from a simple ball toss, she wins a feather. she immediately knows what she wants to do with it. the problem is sibyl, who jealously curls a hand over loth's gift. ("one mo

RHYS has joined the party. All over again, Styx’s feet were swept from under him, and it felt like his whole world had been submerged under an endless, cold ocean. Leave me the fuck alone. Leave me the fuck alone. Leave me the fuck alone. It no longer felt like a game. His limbs ached and his vision blurred. Motor functions seemed to cease as he instinctively tried to flex his hand, only for there to be barely a small twitch. There was a moment where Styx opened his mouth to say something before it snapped shut, afraid that the few words he had left to say would come out sl

"Sorry Freyd.." All pretense to cloak and dagger solutions fell prey to lethal necessity in an instant. A companion blind and vulnerable, fighting at close quarters with numbers in heavy favour to the enemy, Freyd saw only one remaining option. Dashing forward from their flawed foxhole, a shield grabbed and yanked toppled the first unsuspecting knight over a cliff with a drawn out cry of surprise as his final words. The rest reacted faster, closing ranks, or at least making the attempt. Their tactics were better suited to open ground where a phalanx might find better purchase. Narrow

Eulogy ducked out of sight just as Acanthus disappeared into the marquee to try out some weird dress thing. The less they interacted, the better off they would both be. After a few moments, Eulogy popped back out into the crowd, whistling nonchalantly. Again, he’d rather drag his feet over hot coals than deal with too many people, but stuff like this was always a good way to get good items and experience. Eulogy flipped through the sporadic info trickling out of the various info brokers—some of these people were fast. Unbelievably so. Eulogy wouldn’t be surprised if they were here right n

Acanthus took a different path to Hiten today. She wasn’t sure what had sparked the deviation, but to Acanthus, it felt nearly criminal. She’d already measured out the shortest path; doing anything else cost her time in the game. By her count, it was about 47 seconds longer. And the time was about to stretch even further. One of the festival NPCs approached her from a purple marquee, drawing Acanthus to her with a gentle, enamoring voice. "Hello. How might I be of service today?" “Nothing, thank you.” Despite her rush, she felt compelled to stay and chat just a little longer. She did

Crafting for 10/30/2024 Extended Workshop. (+3 EXP total from Trinket | Tuning Fork + Hard Working) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 237160 CD: 8 +1 LD: 10 Rare - 8 (+3 Ambition) 2 237159 CD: 2 +1 LD: