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Purchase: Deliberate | [1 Token] x5 Gain +1 to CD rolls for one thread, or for a day's allocation of crafting. Stacks with consumables and enhancements. 244885a 244885b 244885c 244885d 244885e

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Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +1 to CD +1 to CD (Witch's Brew) | 244267c +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Crafting Respite | Dragon's Breath | IF REQD Identifications: #x T4 Perfect Items (@3040 col) = X col #x 1st Rerolls (@1,000 col) = X col #x 2nd Rerolls (@2,000 col) = X col #x 3rd Rerolls (@4,000 col) = X col Total Cost: X col due to banker Junking:

Mari gives the following to Foyle Bunny Stamp - Increase the Rarity of a single item by one stage, up to Demonic, selecting a normal Enhancement in the process (Limit 1) 3 x Reroll Ticket - Reidentify a single slot on a single piece of gear at a merchant.

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ph *** Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) and CSA (Beckon the Void) are in use. If any other player objects to these, please state in first post and it will be considered inactive. Freyd consumes: Elixir of Wrath (Potion) | Tierless Perfect | Damage 3 | 196575c [Draught of Safeguard] - T4 Perfect Potion | Mitigation 3 | 218110-1 Freyd consumes and shares with party: Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (6/6) + ACC filled Freyd gives the following to KnightessCiela: Troll's Blood | 202

New Item: Buster Armor | T4 Perfect Heavy Armor | ID 244856 | Heavy Momentum 2 | Recovery 1 Desc. Consisting of armor plates for just the arms and legs, what this armor lacks in defensive capabilities it makes up for in storing the potential energy of missed strikes for more powerful follow up attacks. + 1 Demonic Shard Result: Buster Armor | T4 Demonic Heavy Armor | ID 244856 | Heavy Momentum 2 | Recovery 2 Desc. Consisting of armor plates for just the arms and legs, what this armor lacks in defensive capabilities it makes up for in storing the potential energy of mis

The marker had brought her to the entryway of a cavern in the hillside. Light reached into the area only for a few steps, before being overwhelmed by the darkness within that subdued any chance of providing natural sight. Aoi had come to a halt just beyond the entrance, considering her map for a while as she tried to figure out if it was guiding her within, or simply around the area. She came to the realisation quickly, the details undeniable. Still, she’d remained outside for a few seconds as she considered her options. Everyone always talks about dungeons. Is this one of them? Nothing

“You remember,” Mari nodded, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. Thinking it were like liquid gold. It kinda reminder her of Oikawa’s eyes. “Of course. The moment someone shares a name like that…its important. Personal. I’d try my best…to never forget a moment like that.” Mari paused to take two large gulps. She could definitely feel the buzz now. Her eyes felt heavy. “Memories…are so precious…even the painful ones.” Mari paid Freyd little attention as he shifted - that is - until he reached his hand out to her. “Huh?” Oh. He was going to take her to his home - Mari must h

DATE: [6/21/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3380/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+3=13 CRAFTING BUFFS: Ambition Tool +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop +2 EXP per craft Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 9 | +3 crafting attempts Crafting T4 [Heavy Armor]s: ID 244856 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 244857 | CD 1 | Crit Fail ID 244858 | CD 7 | Uncommon ID 244859 | CD 2 | Salvage | LD 16 | Material Saved ID 244860 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 244861 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 244862 | CD 6 | Uncommon ID 244863 | CD 1 | Crit Fail ID 244864 | CD 12 | Perfect ID 244865 | C

"She also typically answers in half-truths and obscurities. Not provably lies, but hardly ironclad truths either. Be careful there." Freyd suppressed a smile at Sam's mention of Hadgar. Rosaria never operated directly. She manipulated others to do her dirty work and stuck to pulling strings in the background. It was how she'd managed to keep a green marker, despite being one of Aincrad's more prolific players killers, indirectly at least. The O&I captain's original offer had been a safe bet, since he already knew Rosaria's name never appeared anywhere on the monument. What inter

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Surging commotion drew her closer to the battle as a group of dazed players hobbled past. The oppressive darkness, dispelled by the intermittent flash of steel on steel, smothered their sights as soon as action had extinguished. Like air splitting from the lighting strikes overhead, thunderbursts and players alike rushed to fill the vacancy in a crumbling defense. Elora's mind flooded with a million fears as rain began to fall. Exhaling in ragged breaths, a tightened chest remembered the rising waters, the sensation of air escaping her lungs for a final time. Instinct feuded with her aspi

Pouring the second drink, Freyd took her observations in stride. Candor was rarely a problem, the man’s own brutal pragmatism having long since done away with any ease for getting under his skin. “You remember,” he replied, a pensive, pleasant smile spreading as the cool mountain winds dried and tossed stray unruly hairs atop his head. “Amari.” It felt familiar, like she’d somehow told him before and it had been buried in the snowdrift of a thousand lifetimes since they’d last just sat and chatted. Realizing how much had happened to him in Aincrad made it feel like forever, but n

Dawn of the third day…. Mari hadn’t slept. She was exhausted- but she wanted to come here a day early. She didn’t need the extra time. What she did need was to come early. Scout the area. Ensure there were no traps. With her spear out, dragging across the ground behind her Mari surveyed the area. Every so often poking a rock- an extra loamy patch of dirt. But nothing. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Right… Okay… Now, the cavern itself. Mari stepped into the cavern, cautious eyes scanning the area. Still nothing. The water - deadly quiet. Mushrooms, moss..nothing out of the ordin

Mari’s trek to the Stygian river was short - she knew where she was going, she knew the places to tread to avoid confrontation. This entire floor - before she bought a house, was her home, her playground. So now she stood at the riverside. Where just days before she had met the enigmatic man. Her hand outstretched, ready to just drop the vial in and be done with it. Her heart was beating hard and fast against her chest. But isn’t that a waste? Mari hesitated. It…would be a waste… think of the things she could do. What if you were able to apply it to mobs? Create a potent poison

Why? Why this? Why make it so obvious? Mari mentally kicked herself for being so blind. The man had given her the answer on a silver platter. But she is just too stubborn - too close minded to see it. She held the tiny square vial tightly in her hand. As though it was the most important thing in the world to her - every so often Mari would pause in her trek to glance down at the vial. Raising it to her eye, she’d tilt it to and fro. Entranced. Just…why? Of all the things in the world - why choose something so dangerous? Was it…because he truly wanted to use something like this? Or wa

“Just gotta get rid of it easy right?” Mari muttered to herself - she could feel herself struggling. The effects of the floor were more prominent than she remembered. A part of Mari felt it would be best if she had left for a day - and come back later - to save herself the mental anguish. Lest she lose herself on this floor. But she only had the one teleport crystal… and walking around from floor to floor was a pain. And there was something about that doctor…now Mari knew what was in the palm of her hand - she just had to know….why She had to send one final message; To: Freyd F

“Told you?” Mari asked. “Oscar…We don’t know each other that well.” And it was true, their run-ins with each other were few and far between. “I know Cordellia, I see her as like…a little sister- but you - I hadn’t even told Macradon where I was.” A small snort as she shook her head. “Ya can’t message people when you’re in there but-” Her words weren't meant to hurt him, she just wanted to make it clear that no one...no one had known where she was bar one. It was lonely...she was lonely This conversation…it didn’t quite suit them just standing there - by the monument. “Here.” Mari said wit

Oscar’s eyes widened in surprise as he was suddenly yanked down to eye level with Mari. It had been entirely unexpected - both the gesture and her feat of strength. Oscar prided himself on not moving unless he wanted to be moved. But, of course, his guard was down. And as she examined him, he examined her. He’d never really noticed the freckles that dotted her face, that cascaded down over her shoulders. Or the fishnets. And it took all of his self-control not to remark about them. The reunion was oddly serious. Another unexpected development. It took him a moment, distracted as he was by

Mari paced back and forth in her small tent. It was so obvious now. She didnt need the fucking centrifuge. She didn’t need the makeshift magnifying glass. She just needed to use her brain. Heck the man colour coded the fucking thing. A lilac colour? Almost pink in its hue? It was so damn obvious. Mari just never came to that conclusion because why would she??? Why would anyone make something like this?? Was it a joke? “No that doesn’t make sense…it could be that, or it could be the Mahburg virus…either way its the Filoviridae family- those fucking… strings just…what would have happen

The handsome man seemed almost amused at her ignorance - but his amber gaze shifted up to her crystal and there was concern etched on his features. Almost as soon as Mari had sent off her message - the man held a finger up to her. Wait… It could have been a coincidence - an unlikely one - but a coincidence all the same. It wasn’t until he replied to her that Mari realized that this was Oscar. THIS WAS OSCAR? She reeled, taking a step back. How embarrassing. She had just been meaning to reach out to him and he had been standing here this whole time. “I…uh…” She felt her cheeks heat -

Mari lifted her head and gratefully accepted one of the frosted tumbler glasses. “Whiskey…” Mari breathed. “Is much more preferable than that fruity mess.” She added with a thankful tone. The woman all too readily accepted his offer. Unlike Freyd though, Mari didn’t have the same desire to cherish the taste, nor the scent. She emptied her glass in its entirety. The burning sensation that tickled her throat, that heavy warmth in the pit of her stomach. The buzz that made her head that little bit heavier. So you can get drunk here now Mari thought to herself. She had planned to test it - b

It hadn’t occurred to Oscar that he looked far different than the last time he and Mari had crossed paths. When had that been? Honestly, so much had happened that Oscar simply couldn’t remember. Her reaction did take the wind out of his sails somewhat. But it did pull him deeper into his own head. Oscar wouldn’t say that they had been close. She had been friends with Cordelia and, by that measure, landed firmly within Oscar’s good graces. But to her credit, she was almost unrecognizable too. He couldn’t give her a hard time. But she looked tired - sad. And it wasn’t hard to guess why. Tha