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Thread Closure: ERROR | [Word Count: 2163/5 = 432.6] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 908 EXP, 1*Mon Mari | [Word Count: 2163/5 = 432.6] * [True Tier: 16] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.02] = 7060 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1059 col, 1*Mon Quest Rewards: 300 Experience Points ERROR | 300 x 1.05 = 315 EXP Mari | 300 x 1.02 = 306 EXP ERROR | Badb Mari | Malcanthet Unlocks the <<Training Your Friend>> Quest Final Rewards: ERROR: 315 + 908 = 1223 EXP 1*Mon Badb (Familiar) Mari: 306 + 7060 = 7366 EXP 1*M

"...But I can't know that." Those words hit him like a blade driven straight into his chest. His heart ached, and for a brief moment, Jack couldn't even breathe. Everything he'd held onto, the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could make this right, felt as though it was crumbling beneath his feet. Then she stepped closer. Her forehead pressed gently against his chest, her warmth sinking through his armor, through the layers of doubt and silence that had built between them. His hands moved instinctively, wrapping around her trembling frame, holding her as though she might vanished

Post Action: Return food to Fortune Teller Mari watched as the player skittered off, and she almost followed - almost. She could have reached out and grasped hold of his cape, picking him up like a newborn kitten but she held back. Her heartbeat hard and fast against her chest - and she struggled to keep her composure. Her shoulders rose and fell with erratic breathing. Mari threw her head back and cried out, an inhuman roar that shook the crumbling buildings and docks around her as she tore into her chest, ripping the creature clean off of her. The woman fell to her hands and knees wi

Nearly shapeless and writhing, an amber pool of sputtering splattering fixed upon gags and strain against the coils and tendrils of the creature held fast against that frame. All the while the pair of figures stared on without care or adverting their eyes. They simply took the place of an audience, waiting for the display to come to a close. Which eventually against all demands or pleads, fight the act comes to a close. A lift of their finger sees the bird take flight, and it only travels a few feet before it travels straight up disappearing out of sight. For when it would be beckoned to again

Quest Objective | Successfully tame a Familiar. Post Action | Taming Roll, ID: 256866 LD: 12 + 15= 27 SUCCESS Tiny tendrils of amber, a contrast that did not match the dark floor began to peak their way through the boards. "What the fu-" Mari barely managed to dodge them as one shot out at her, trying to wrap itself around her ankle. That player had seen this? How? Another came up from under the boardwalk and attached itself to her ankle, throwing Mari off kilter - she fell to the floor with a thud. It continued, oozing up and out from under the planks as it bubbled. And Mari couldn't

notes. no, you don't know who i am.

the story so far. hasn't started yet.

stats. slice and dice those damn heads off. chronological history. | quest log.

It hurt. It hurt because this felt final. More final than the moments he had asked her to leave that small little room in the inn. More final than when she saw him be whisked away with another woman in his arms. She knew she should move, but Alinta couldn’t. She stood there, shaking in the snow. Nose red from the cold, from the tears that trickled down her face, silent salty trails of pain that couldn’t be kept within her trembling frame. Scar --> Alinta: Wait! There's no trap! Her vision blurred as more tears filled her eyes. Oh how she wanted to take those few steps,

residency. probably hiding behind a bush.

skills. / inventory. / storage. [skills.] | 5/5 sp remaining. [skills. expenditure.] [professions.] [inventory.] [storage.]

relationships. / story so far. what's that?

♦ bael NAME michael castle GENDER male AGE [adult.] HEIGHT 183 cm WEIGHT 90 kg BIRTHDAY [january.] [HISTORY] [VIRTUES] [VICES]

As the board walk creeks the looming figure pivots without a sound. As if their body held no weight, their skin unbothered by the cold. It follows in a slow turn, as if a head beneath that cowl watches on as Mari walks. Another slow pivot in a tilt, ERROR appears to watch the NPC retreat having had more then its fill. The hood turns back and faintly the slight glimmer of yellow beneath that cowl gives back something unnatural. Hands slowly drift down from crossed sleeves, showing the matte black shapes of hands. ERROR offers but a single slow reveal of its appendage as it points to the dock be

Quest Objective | Talk to the Traveling Fortune Teller and obtain the Familiar Food from her. A fortune teller with a cart bumped into her; she looked....terrified. "Huh?" Mari recognized her - a quest giver...traveling the floors to hand out familiar food but Mari already - Oh... That's right. Kohaku died during her fight with Addex. Mari didn't really consider getting another familiar. She really had no need to. "Oh... I'm not..." Mari tried to deny the NPC, she wasn't here to find a familiar. What kind of familiar would even be on a floor like this? "Here, please! Take it." She

An eerie looking place where droning winds lapped against hollowed and empty docks. Not inviting, not lively. Absent and dead, left to rot for eternity in its own juxtaposition. Where other floors had endless life that could live indefinitely, this floor was a tomb that stood barren although it could support life. Its creator choosing to leave it abandoned and ramshackle, gone with nothing but the winds to howl. The waves of water as they licked greedily at the wooden heels of the docks, causing them to groan in denial and disagreement as whatever ware they'd take would just be reversed become