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After Arbalest finally calmed herself down, Reytac would help lead her to the location she would need to complete the next objective of the quest. With a deep breath she would audibly sigh. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I've been known to have a short fuse when I feel like my time is being wasted." He would mention that helping her would nullify her objective progress. It made sense, though largely it would be unnecessary. "No worries. I'll lay them out easily."

Acanthus's voice would suck Firefly out of her anxiety, forcing a small yelp of surprise to escape her. "Ah, no worries! I spend a lot of time here lately since I opened up my workshop so I was already hanging around." Acanthus would mention their mission regarding the rumor having to do something with flowers. Firefly would smile. "Yes. I reviewed what's known since I had the time but there's not much information to go off of. Flowers around a graveyard are wilting and dying. Not unnatural for flowers but apparently they're pretty special. It's said that souls of elves who had passed are

PH Post Action | Opening Gift (12/13/25) - 259293, BD:10, CD:2, LD:2 -> +1 Elixir of Growth {+2800 EXP}, +1 Mon WC: 223 Celeste | HP: 1120/1120 | EN: 146/146 | DMG: 23 | MIT:78 | ACC:5 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:45 | REC: 8 | HLY: 16 | BRN: 56 | LD:1

Through the sea of gifts that sat idle beneath the massive pine tree that glowed with tinsel and lights. Players around seemed to dig through the mass and find packages addressed to them, and deep down ERROR felt that pull as well. It moved without reason or designation, as if without purpose as it navigated that tide of color. Its sights set on something so utterly mundane and plain. A small box no bigger then the palm of ones hand, wrapped not in festive paper but in brown. Simple, unassuming. Down it kneels as the robe billows out, and as its picked up the label is indecipherable and distor

Winding into the pile like a speeding bulldozer, Shiina sets her sights on the most colorful among them. Yet her feet slow as one snags her attention far easier. Her normally cheerful expression becomes one far more somber, quiet for one of the only times it had ever been during her entire stints in Aincrad. Her stroll moves slow, sluggish like someone dazed walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night. All the while her attentions locked dead to that little seeming benign package. Sitting down and inhaling sharply, Shiina pulls it into her lap. White sparkle flecked paper, the little fl

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The prim little box wrapped in a matte red paper, the green ribbon that kept its top closed tied tightly. A slight sour note as if someone had ripped through her history and had pulled it into the real. It mirrored a number that sat in her own home around this season. From the side she seeks out and finds the little dangling tag. Simmone But it wasn't printed, but in handwriting from what looked like an old quill. Simmone's heart sank as she read it, as if in disbelief and shock. It breathed to so many questions that she was desperate to solve. The only thing she could do to find th

The rather large smithy found the flavor the season to be delightful. A reminder of the times he was able to share with his twin girls. The wrapping paper around his gift was a garbled mess of tape and green shiny paper, like someone's failed attempt at wrapping it up. The label misspelled and some of the letters backwards in crayon. It was perfect, and was pulled straight from fond memories. Pulling what bit of tape he could muster, it does take him a moment to get it open given the wads of scotch tape. Inside he finds but a single photograph, and a small bent to hell hair light blue clip tha

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The girl seemed utterly uninterested in all of the festivities, and yet clearly there was some sort of ulterior motive to all this. As she scanned almost angrily at the box with her own face chibi'd all over the wrapping paper like a further insult, the bow sat squarely with a little label that dangled in filigree. A knife from her belt is slid out, and checking it for trip wires she finds it wasn't rigged to blow. But even still she perched and tensed up as if expecting to need to make a hasty retreat. Instead of an explosion, she finds a little bottle of glowing flakes in a bottle and a new

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Virtues Ingenious | Hound has little issue adapting to dire straits. It is often within solo dives into the unknown that unforeseen circumstances will demand thinking on ones feet. Hound is no stranger to solving an obtuse problem with even more obtuse solutions. Brilliant | Doyle was given quite the studious mind that keeps tally on information that most might forget. It is not that strange for a large nefarious plot to be unraveled piece by piece by the guy. Nothing is sacred in the eyes of the law, even for those that serve it in secret. Resolute | The man does not have shakable belie

Profile: Username: Hound Real name: Doyle Blythe Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'1 Background: Doyle Blythe was the eldest son to a family of four, to which were about as stereotypical an American family as it got. A father who was a mechanic and a mother who worked in law. A simple upbringing at a lot of his core memories are fond ones of his now deceased father. After his fathers death, Doyle became obsessed and his mothers inability to accept any responsibility or treat him or his younger sister right forced him to depart when a heated argument turned physical. He was 21,

Having already overheard that Genma had been bested by this boss, Haze was already right as rain and ready to give it a go. Anything that was actually able to give Genma a run for his money was already alright in her book. Squaring up with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, she cracks her knuckles through the red mma gloves stuck to her hands. "Going to stay up if I give you my all, right?" Haze replied bombastically to its gaze, to which it pays but a single slow nod. "Good, then I won't hold BACK!" Within a mere instant her feet spread and curl, her fists wind back and become a sharp sapp

The black haired woman Aira rubs the outside of the glass sphere where the canine's skull is contained, bathing her in a purplish black flame as she does. "Only for a moment, they are trying so hard Barghest" the woman sequestered the specter within the globe. That flame grows to consume her, and seems to focus at the ends of her fingertips as they turn black as well as a space on her head and back. Forming into bone like claws and wolf ears, a spine drawn as a set of wolf like tails begin to protrude from her backside. The woman can feel the bestowed power surge through her, the cardinal crea

The pop of a bubble from her lips has it deflate with a *pap*, allowing her to suck it back into her face. "So what's the beef chief?" The woman goads leaning on the nearest living arm rest she could manage. "Is this goblin, just appeared and is challenging players to take him down." HUSH's eyes light up sporting stars, giddy and sporting a smile beyond where most could stretch. "Sound's pretty lit, anyone have any luck yet?" Her line of questioning continues, sending the guy to tilt away from her finding her to be a bit jarring. "Oh come on, give me the down low..." The pitch of her voice be

In her travel gear, not normally one to get wrapped up in all the little side hustles players found themselves stuck in. Grinding wasn't really her bag, nor was all the events and crap that players loved doing. But she wouldn't argue with an easy payday. If this dude goes down, free cash? The woman thought reading the little sign. From her waist she pulls out a small device which unfurls into a small hand held crossbow. The pull of a trigger sees but a singular bolt ring out and glance off the big goblin's dome, leaving just about everything to the imagination. The thing doesn't even seem to n

As even more of their number descended upon but a single solitary foe, even some of their best had yet to deal the lethal blow. Yuyang sat eager and vigilant, seeing the cloth around his hands pulled tight with fervor. That enemy held strong and did not languish even under the mightiest blows, and that fact held even sweeter a taste to which he was becoming more desperate to take a bite. From his seated position, his legs would fling out to his side almost uncomfortably so. Those legs become spun like a top above, ripping him to his feet through sheer momentum and practice. Yuyang folds his ha

Another failed attempt by even the strongest attacks that players could muster. From the rooftops Bran sat upon his perch, his own intrigue building. Attack after attack had passed by unending, so much power released upon this enemy and yet it did not seem to budge or bring it even the slightest harm. From his back a pair of tanto drawn. "This impregnable defense, how true to fact is it?" A simple thought spoken aloud to himself to allow it to stop buzzing angrily behind his cool grey eyes. "Or is it fiction?" Bran melds into the shadows, easily slipping closer without being noticed. The man w

"Well fuck," Mari immediately straightened, stilling - then exhaled when she had to once again, remind herself she wasn't among people who were ready to stab her in the back. Probably - at least not with a knife, or weapon. A small glance to Sin, maybe. Sin seemed like the type to like that sort of thing. Just something about the way she was constantly pawing at her - the compliments. Mari was partly a little thankful Oscar hadn't said anything further about their trysts. Not that she cared what people knew but... it just didn't seem right to oust something like that in the open like thi

A scattering of weapons in her inventory, a list almost impossibly big as she continues to scroll. "Guess this one will do, some of these need repairs." Hanma taps one and a fat fuller broadsword appears out of the air. Half of her gear was destroyed by all that fuckery with Yuyang. It wasn't until things came to a head that motivations changed. Bygones were buried and yet still they held respect for one another after their cat and mouse game that had lasted a couple months. Yuyang was strong but Hanma was cunning. A lift of the rope as she'd slide inside, the blade is flicked and unfurls into

"How very fun, A jolly good show Genma. Really showed them how its done~" Tybalt expressed in his wild and manic speech, causing Genma to fire a glare sinister enough to convey he was about to decapitate the clown. "It was only a jest, I am sure you tried your best." The magician folds at the waist and removes his hat. "It seems it is now my time, lets see if I will shine~" The hatter popped the cap back on his dome, leaping quite quickly to make the ring his new home. A lift of his arms, to reveal his sleeves and show there was nothing up them. But within mere moments produced a fan of cards

After Rosaria had her little attempt, Genma couldn't help but chuckle beneath his breath. The woman had already been a pathetic flower, unable to do anything with her own two hands. The huge goblin was almost matched in stature as Genma slid into the ring, pulling out a headsman's axe that had beheaded many of player. "Wonder if I'll leave a dent." He spoke rubbing his thumb on its polished silver edge, running it on his tongue after its sliced open. His massive paws wrap the handle tightly, pulling it high above his right shoulder. A whirling swing matched with a sharp ramp to close the gap d

A somber shove from the players she was wishing to ensnare, encouraging her to get up on stage and give it a go. In the back of her mind she was spitting fire, annoyed that she was being asked to lift a finger. But outwardly it was all smiles and honey. "I suppose I can give it a try." She spoke softly with a wink to one. Lifting her hand to have one of them help her up, she slides into the ring lifting that long black pike of hers out in front. It wasn't often she even used it, leaving most of the grunt work to her supporters and followers. The weapon illuminates in a pastel reddish pink, and