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PH PH PH ID:24802 LD +1= CD:+ 1 = Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. CHEST OPEN ID: BORING STAT STUFF BELOW

PH PH ID:248023 LD9 +1= 10 CD:12+ 1 = 13 CRITICAL SUCCESS Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. CHEST OPEN ID: 238024 LD:4+2=6 [5-9] = Unidentified Rare Weapons (2), Unidentified Rare Consumables (2) BORING STAT STUFF BELOW

PH ID:248022 LD 1+1=2 CD:1+ 1 =2 fail Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. another ph BORING STAT STUFF BELOW

PH ID:248021 LD 3+1=4 CD:9+ 1 = 10 SUCCESS Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. BORING STAT STUFF BELOW

Ben was the most skittish of the three, but at least he seemed to be the first one to actually believe her. “M-Maybe that really is all she’s doing…We were looking for a guy anyway.” Mari’s ears perked as she kept her back to them, listening to the conversation. No situational awareness. No care for what they should say in front of a stranger. A man. Interesting… Mari heard a thunk. Good. A chest - with a jerk that caused Andrew - the moustached knight to draw his sword. “Chill the fuck out.” Mari said as she went to pick the chest up from the lake. “I’m just grabbin’ supplies.” Mari thr

The man with the handlebar moustache spoke first. “Andrew.” He gestured to the mousey brown haired kid with stubble. “This here is Ben.” Then that left the other - a blonde man with long blonde hair tied back in a tight man-bun. “That’s Atticus. We’re here investigating a…” His eyes travelled up to Mari’s crystal. His face soured as though he just saw something disgusting. Mari was used to people like this, so much so that it didn’t even bother her anymore. “PKer sighting. Why are you here.” Right…Mari got it now, all three of them were dressed in the same similar chainmail outfits

Just as Mari cast out her line again she could hear the rustle and crunch of leaves as someone approached. Three people approached. Mari inhaled deeply and held her breath, waiting for the inevitable verbal beration that was coming her way. “WHat are you doing here?” She exhaled and turned to glance over her shoulder. A mousey looking man with peach fuzz stubble and bright green eyes. Mari tilted her head as her eyes shifted to the fishing rod still in her hand. “Uhm….Fishing?” The man next to him - about a head taller and bald with blue eyes and a very thick black handl

She’d wait for his message, and couldn’t help but laugh at the face he would pull when seeing it. Would Oscar be disappointed? Maybe? Then again - he was a very handsome man and Mari knew he had a number of callers. Having one less would probably barely put a dent in his horizontal dalliances. Mari wouldn’t miss the intimacy, there was none between the two -just physical attraction, a simple need to fill desires. But it had been nice - Oscar definitely had a way with him and Mari could see why he easily had so many people fawning over him. It was an odd way to cement a stronger friendshi

Fireproof bedsheets….The woman very much doubted it. That was fine - there were other places to do things beside the bed. Maybe Lancaster could hold back? Nah. Fuck that. That’s the last thing Mari wanted. So…did that mean he didn’t sleep in beds? Mari couldn’t exactly ask him if he had banged other women and if he set the bed on fire as he did - that was none of her damn business. His past was his past. Just as hers was hers. She’d be pissed if she were judged for being with Oscar. Oscar was a great friend, with amazing benefits - but those benefits were…no longer required. It didn’t mean Mar

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So…now there were three of them, flittering around her - Mari hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. They were just a couple of players, concerned for their safety. Right? They weren’t going to bring about some sort of witch hunt for her. Surely. Besides, how would any of them recognize her? She hadn’t set foot in Ronbaru. She couldn’t without being shanked by one of the guards. Another bait set to the hook, another cast thrown out - and a quick thunk. Good. That was good news. Mari reeled it in and shook the water off the small chest. Another chest, as Mari opened it and tipped it upsid

"Of course." The man offered in a nearly business style acknowledgement of her request. The highway of information was a two way street, and this affiliation survived on its ability to flow. "Freyd, based on our accounts is a member of one of Aincrad's larger guilds. Firm Anima, as I recall" Spoken as he'd pull a collection of parchment, sliding it across the table before moving the codex to apply the cipher. "Most of our eye witness accounts show that he is very 'fluid' in his activities, just as likely to appear on floor 1 as the upper limits." Hayate would offer his guest some more tea, bef

Mari was back into a peaceful rhythm. It reminded her of a few years ago, before being in prison. Before being dragged into Jacobs Ladder and being a pillar - the precarious time she had between her initial return from a recluse hole and her time burning fast as one of the strongest frontliners. It was…nice. If only it stayed that way. Mari heard voices in the distance, she couldn’t help but turn her head to look. That man was back- too far away to ascertain any real features from him, but he had two other people with him now. They were staring her down - one of them, a blonde - shook the midd

More text Dracul | HP: 760/760 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 1 | MIT:152 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:42 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 11-14 | 1 Material LD 15+ | 2 Materials «Foraging» R1 : "Novice Forager" LD 14+ | 1 Material CD: 6*+ | +1 extra Material Foraging attempts: +3 EXP | Successful catches: +8 EXP | Critical Forage (additional materials/Demonic Shards): +16 EXP Herbalist Hut | +2 Foraging EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. «Foragi

*** How did she end up like this? More than slightly inebriated wedged into the back of the cart between two very attractive and very…. “You both smell nice…” Oops. Very nice smelling ladies. If anyone were to look at the scene - Mari would almost look like she had mad game - but she very much in fact did not have any game. With one hand on Katoka's thigh - the other in her own lap and with Arcanthus wrapping her arm around Mari’s shoulders.The woman was stunlocked. “My arms are just a little cramped. I’m not trying to be weird. I won’t be weird if you aren’t weird. If it’s

TEXT Ariel | HP: 960/960 | EN: 114/114 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | Gathering/Loot Checks: +8 CD / +16 LD Fishing R3 : "Adept Angler" CD 5*+ | 1 Material LD 10+ | Find Fishing Treasure Chest +2 LD -> (additional roll) open Fishing Treasure Chest (additional roll) Fishing attempts: +3 EXP | Successful catches: +8 EXP | Critical catches (treasure chests/Gleaming Scales): +16 EXP Ornate Fishing Pond| +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD &

Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248011 CD: 2 +1 LD: 11 Salvage Success (1) 5 (+3 Ambition) 2 248010 CD: 5 +1 LD: 20 Uncommon (3) 6 (+3 Ambition) 3 248009 CD: 9

pity for the both of them. she meant it as an offering and a slight. the longer of arabelle’s nails click on the table, dissatisfied, as hayate pours his tea first and drinks. the next he breathes, it’s with her name. margaret. somewhere, in some long forgotten archive, the record of that old trial must still exist. when the strongest of them clumsily declared themselves justice, pinning the totality of a crime on its first confessor, they extended to her a feigned mercy in signing it underneath a name she could so easily discard. they didn’t tell her their authority hinged on condem

Mari felt the chair swivel and in that moment he loomed over her. "This is completely inappropriate, sir." Oscar bit into her, rough. Threatening to break her skin. She'd arch her back, pressing herself into him and tilting her neck to allow him to taste the salt of her flesh. Eyes closed, small murmurs fell from parted lips. Then, with a firm hand round her neck Oscar would turn her toward him. His own gaze boring into her own. She was trapped beneath him, his hand tangled painfully in her hair. The prickle of her flesh as his lips left their mark. It would have been so easy to

Oscar merely nodded. "I can see the appeal in that. We're alike there." But there was challenge in her tone, her words. Offers he couldn't fulfill? As if. Oscar had all of a sudden realized he'd lit a match on a powder keg. He probably should have cared a bit more about the new, dangerous developments. Mari, however, had proven to be a wonderful distraction from his work. He rounded the counter, fingers dragging over the stone surface. He'd really wanted to finish that coffee. The audacity of the ginger minx sitting at his counter. He rounded the corner, stepping behind her. His hands fel

Still standing, Mari cast out another line - barely an hour had passed since she started, and she wasn’t really bored yet. She had time to herself here. Time to her thoughts. Time to relax and destress. Next time though…maybe she would invite someone else. That could be nice. Fond memories of a friendly competition between an old friend resurfaced and Mari couldn’t help but smile. A simple material. Mari held it up to the sun, watching it twist and turn - the crystal glimmering as a shattered rainbow light shined upon Mari in glimmering fractals. “Yanno….” She said to herself, as

Standing from the little wooden stool Mari paced to the right a few steps then back, wanting to get some blood flow back into her legs. She repeated this a few times then stopped to grab some more bait. With practised ease Mari wrapped it around the hook then with a small fwoom her line was cast. Mari had to admit…she was a little concerned about that previous player. Then again, he also seemed like he would be too scared to do anything. ‘Sides what would be the worst that would happen? He calls up a couple of his friends and they come running? Mari could disable them from afar and run of

Mari yawned, tears stinging her eyes as her mouth opened wide. “Yeesh…” She arched her back and it cracked and popped in several places. She looked at peace here, amidst the falling red maple leaves. But she was still a Pker. At least one player had already passed her on the way to Ronbaru - pausing to stare at her, his mouth wide. Looked like he was about to piss himself. Mari stared back, then flipped him off. He ran. “Dumbass…” Mari muttered as she threw out her line. Hopefully nothing would come of it. Surely he wouldn’t go around telling everyone there was a Pker casually fishing in

“Well…” Mari said with the most heaviest of ever sighs, as she reached out to grab the empty hook that hung and swung from her fishing rod. “That’s what I get for not putting bait on it…” She said, even though she didn’t need to say a thing, it was as though she just had to say something to fill some sort of empty space. Anyway, Mari wrapped some bait around the hook and threw it out. After a few minutes the floater bobbed, dipped below the lakes surface. Mari could already tell what it was just by the weight of it, a material. It wouldn’t be much but it’d be something. She slowly reeled it in

Mari found herself drawn to this floor more and more often. If her workshop wasn't hidden away close to her house she may very well have moved her home here. There was also the matter of her pyromaniac beau. Having a house surrounded by snow is one thing; but having a house surrounded by very burnable trees? Might be a bit harder to contain their more passionate romps. Mari hadn't really had any particular place in mind - she simply just wanted to do something away from everything and everyone. Mari wasn't ever made to be a social person. Yet things constantly pushed her to be. Her batter