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PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 1 Final Exp Reward: +100% Majineko | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

The table was set for two, a juicy medium rare steak marinated in red wine sauce coated with a rich honey glazed rosemary seasoning that was sliced in long strips. A side of small potatoes that were soft and flavorful. It had taken nearly four hours to get it right and now that it was done Gaius was still not home yet. The food was getting cold, she couldn’t tell if she should be worried, pissed or both. Walking around in mini jean shorts and a sports bra not giving two shits who saw her. “Ko, Bor into the bathroom” guiding them with a bit of an irritation in her voice. Ko turns toward Freya w

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 8437/5 = 1687.4] * [True Tier: 11] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 19489 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2923 col, 1*Mon Bran | [Word Count: 8437/5 = 1687.4] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 1772 EXP, 1*Mon

ph will fill when im not half-blind

Mari couldn’t help but pause, seeing someone standing on a large rock - talking very loudly to an audience of… She couldn’t help but laugh. Boars. He had a bunch of boars tied up and forced to sit and watch. Even birds? The birds were tied to rocks, which were tied to their feet - and a ribbon was wrapped around their torso, so they couldn’t flap and fly around. Most of the birds seemed to be asleep. Some were literally lying on their sides. What the hell is happening? After all the chaos she had been experiencing lately, maybe this would be nice. As Mari drew closer she saw the ever dan

En: +4 | REC: null | HP: null Post: Press The Attack | -10 en | +4 Dmg for everyone Stats: [H:10] KnightessCiela | HP: 925/925 | EN: 83/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 20 | DOTE: 3/3 | PROB:36 | WELL-RESTED: 1/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | F.Howl Cooldown (0/4) [H:2]Macradon | HP: 1173/1173 | EN: 122/134 | DMG: 26(+4+2=32) | MIT:179 | ACC:5 | PHASE | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FR.AURA: 8 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | BH:65 | VAMP-O: 129 | REC: 8 | HLY: 16 | LD:5 | DOTE: 3/3 | R

ph *** Freyd regains 7 EN. Post Action: Tracking | ID 247701 | 9+9=18 (SUCCEED) - Man of Glass Effect Ends. Free Action [item] : Bear Trap (Set EVA to 0) Twiddles thumbs... [H:4] Zajcica | HP: 1007/1008 | EN: 98/102 -(4) | DMG: 26 30 [Press] | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 3/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:2] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 166/168 (159+7) | DMG: 24 28 [Press] | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8 | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 4 | BH: 83 | VAMP-D: 83 | PROB: 36 | PARRY | DOTE: 3/3 | BL

The slight ever glowing orange of the floor offered a silence upon black sands, a flick of his thumb would see the smoke pressed to his lips lit. "You'll find the coffers rather full il capo, Mirianna found whatever trinket she was supposed to find." He'd exhale a film of soot from his lungs, tapping feverishly with a flick of the wrist to allow it to rain like snow. The woman had long returned to the caverns and down into the bellows. Their resources were more then fit to hold out for whatever the plan was supposed to be. It had been a little ambiguous and some were getting a little wily. Hel

PH * * * Combat: KnightessCiela gains 4 EN KnightessCiela gains 1 HP (+20 HP Holy Blessing) Post Action: Tech-D [x16] (15 EN) -1 EN Well Rested Free Action: Tech-D vs Belregor, Guardian of the Sword [+3 Hate: +1 Successful Attack, +1 Fighting Spirit, +1 Taunt] ID: 247700 | BD: 5 (+6 ACC -3 EVA) = 8 | DMG: 16 - 160 MIT = 1 DMG [Shatter Proc] Stats: [H:13] KnightessCiela | HP: 924/925 | EN: 72/86 (83+4-14) | DMG: 1 | MIT:464 | ACC:6 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:-1 | FL.AURA: 8 | FR.AURA: 8 | FL.THORNS: 8/16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:31 | HB: 2

"The life we live is to honor those we left behind." God...the man almost sounded like Baldur. Scarily so. He spoke of how absolution was earned, never given. And in a manner Mari expected, he refused to give his name. Instead calling himself a puppet and a tool. "Its why I fight." Mari said simply. "Because, as long as I live, so does her memory. That alone, is worth living through all the grief and bitter stings of my transgressions." The pain wasn't as deep, nor as cold. But the subject of her daughter was always a sore one for Mari. It had been discussed, dissected, and bought up

The sounds of pop music started to fill the air. A brief glance would show Wulfrin that a whole concert had been set up not far from where the main fight was commencing. At least they had some musical accompaniment. From across the battlefield the familiar tune of a violin, no doubt Jomei grabbing the boss's attention for his team, backed up the amped jams. Surprisingly it wasn't a bad mash up. When Wulfrin turned back towards the arena, his blade still locked with Belregor's, he was met with a odd sight. Where Belregor once stood was Hirru, arguably their most important member of the tea

Fire burns hottest before being smothered beneath its own ambitions or falling to the cannibalistic consumption of the very fuel it needs to survive. Fire it warmth. Fire is light. It is also fleeting, always and inevitably fading back to the eternal, silent stillness of night. Thus it was that the stage was poignantly set amidst the stagnant black blight known as the Font of Abhorrence on the outskirts of Fourteen. Said to be the origin of tragic calamity, there could be no better reminder of the stakes and themes for the day's discussion. Night had already set over the wrecked fuming w

Final Total for Round 1: 165 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Raid participants will receive | Renewed Hope | All currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light], [Horrifying Visage] Disabled! Round 2 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

The gold gleam of the ring on her finger did not go by unnoticed, and reports conveyed the man sneaking around. It actually worked in Lancaster's favor, that he wasn't planning an insurrection and instead he was playing house with a woman. This left even less of a reason for Bran to pull the trigger. The blade moved to her throat, Mari would find it rather easy for her to move. There wasn't much resistance, if anything there was more preventing him from finishing it. The blade itself would coil, this faint trails of black like webbing drifting on a breeze. Eager to end her life, like many befo

Bliss was separated from Cobean and Astra. She wasn't expecting a relaxing day at the beach to turn into being attacked by random mossy and water elementals. Acanthus swapped to helping everyone with the water elemental, but Bliss kept focused on the three boars the water elemental left behind. * * * Attack #2 with spear: Boar 1: ID: 247695 | BD: 7 | DMG: 3 Boar 2: ID: 247696 | BD: 6 | DMG: 3 Boar 3: ID: 247697 | BD: 1 | DMG: 0

"I see." His quiet acknowledgement caused Mari to look at him again. His tone shifted. Mari didn’t quite understand why. He spoke about how she had her entire life to atone for her sins. How he, nor her friends could absolve them. She had a lot to make right. Suddenly…there was something in the way he said those words. Mari’s eyes flashed with a type of realization, then concern that quirked her lips downward. Was he? Mari couldn’t be sure. And would never, ever dare mention it. For a parent, it was almost taboo, too dangerous. Too painful. "If that was your past, then make sure it

Bliss only glanced away for a second, just one second, and when she looked back, the tall, blonde man had vanished like a ghost. She blinked in disbelief, scanning the area as if he'd somehow melted into the crowd. “W-What the…” she mumbled softly, peeking behind the NPC she’d originally been talking to. With a shrug and a confused expression, she accepted the quest and took a small breath. Welp, that was weird. Then, a familiar voice cut through the ambient hum of the forest town. She hadn’t actually spoken to him before, but she remembered his voice echoing across the beach on Floor 24.

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"Maybe I should thank whoever holds your rule and order, your boss, your big cheese, whoever it is." Lancaster.... The name raced through his head immediately, if even a word of this reached the ₣₳₵ɆⱠɆ₴₴ ⱠØⱤĐ then the mans head would be on a platter. It could even be Hayate who would be the one to provide it. Messy, like Opal was. A space still not filled, and the thought of having another probable psycho take the seat didn't exactly encourage him to mention it. "I see." The man would offer quizzically, knowing full well that the blade was likely no longer necessary. Her spirit was crushe

Mari, damp and annoyed approached the tiny little fishing hut. Clearly unimpressed and frustrated. Never in her life had she experienced such issues with fishing before. No doubt it had something to do with the NPC; he had such a punch-able face the woman was tempted to clock him so had that he'd fall down into the water. Let him fish for his own damn gleaming scales. As she drew closer he started to clap his hands in a booming and resounding sound of congratulatory joy. "I knew you could do it!" He approached and smacked Mari hard on the back, then offered her a sly wink. Mari recoile

"You have a tendency of getting swept up." "Ah..." She couldn't fault him there. "You're...not wrong." She admitted with a long and deep breath. So many people had told her she had a tendency to do that. Even now, she still had. Standing here in front of the man was proof of that. So she couldn't say she was exactly better at that. But she was better at controlling her emotions. "I can't even say I've gotten better at that - hell..." She said, repeating her inner thoughts. "Standing before you is proof of that. But-" Her eyes kept to his. Steely cerulean filled with a strong conviction sh

IF she had done that…another stint in jail…another breakdown, she probably wouldn’t have met him. Lancaster. A man Mari knew vehemently that she shouldn’t be with. A strong leader and force within the Laughing Coffin. A name so innocuous that not even its own members uttered it much. Hell even he admits that this relationship is no good. But the two, completely wrapped up in each other were willing to fight for the little piece of paradise they had made between themselves. The two were complete and utter fools who were just orchestrating their own mutual destruction - and yet..mari couldn't he

Once again, Freyds ears must have been burning. The man sent her another message. Was this what it was like for normal people to use the messaging system? A simple back and forth between friends? It was weird…Mari normally hated writing them, she never bothered with subject titles. She kept them as short as possible but here she was…casually and consistently messaging a friend. how nice. Stop passing out and triggering crisis mode, and I will gladly amble up through the window instead. Just let me know when. I'll be there. Oof, called out. To be fair, since he took the gemini

Right…another inner reflection to kill time…what else had happened recently… Vitreous… a terribly dangerous man. Oh but he was so very interesting. Truth be told…if she hadn’t had a long talk with Freyd she’d probably attempt to contact the man more often - but some hard much needed truths gave her the realisation that nothing good would come of being in constant communication with someone who just yanno, casually crafts pathogenic plagues. It was a good thing Mari threw that vial into the acidic river. Surely by now it would have disintegrated into nothing. Even if Mari didn’t see the p

Silence hung like a blade above the rapids as Nihilim’s Wrath descended. Then—it awakened. Shadowflame erupted. Not the dormant cold, but violet-black fire screaming from the steel—a vengeful exhalation after years of silence. It swallowed the falling blade, howling like Mortha’s ghost. Suterusu’s golden eyes widened—not fear, but recognition. Shink. The cut was clean, but the aftermath was annihilation. Shadowflame devoured the panther’s neck, spreading faster than pixels could dissolve. Fur blackened. Muscle carbonized. The head tumbled, but the body didn’t just shatter—i