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The ping of the notification brought Nari’s eyes down towards the small flashing to her right side. She would’ve sighed, if she wasn’t preoccupied in the moment. She’d been receiving notifications all morning about various going-ons, events and other things that swore needed her attention. A single hour of peace would be nice. Too much to ask, I guess. She flipped open the notification, checking to see what she was invited to – or declined access to, as it may be – this time. Her frustration drifted away as she saw the name, however. Reytac had accompanied her on a number of different q

For a long moment she didn't move. The world had narrowed down to the weight of his hand in her hair, the low rhythm of his voice threading through the din of the club. Each word pressed against her like a confession, something inside her twisting hard in response. Her hands reached up slowly, grabbing his sleeve weakly. She hung her head low, the feeling of his fingers brushing against her cheek remained. "You dont get to say that," she managed, voice rough from crying. "You don't know what you're saying. You can't just-" her throat caught, "You can't just stay." She wanted to shov

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House Name: Cabin McCabinface Location: 7th Floor Description: A small, cozy log Cabin home situated away from the main settlements but within the safe zone. Simple and rustic, with a small workshop attached to it for Reytac's engineering efforts. Plot Size: Studio Room(s): Basic Workshop: Engineering (Reytac) Total Cost: Donated

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"No need to be so formal," Wulfrin smiled, his stern and alert exterior fading almost immediately back to its usual jovial state. "I'll send you the invite." With a few quick and precise motions through the menus, Wulfrin sent the party invite towards Vanta. Once she had had her fill of the provided feast, Wulfrin waved his hand and the feast returned to his inventory. With little care, Wulfrin entered the familiar shop of Zachariah. The old alchemist paid him no mind as the gentle chime of a bell marked his entrance. This was to be expected since Wulfrin had already completed this quest.

Reytac sent off a message to both Nari and Acanthus – the two ladies had expressed at least mild interest in continuing the quest chain, and while he had needed a little time to re-equip himself that was now finished. He fidgeted, adjusting some of the buckles on the riveted leather. It was entirely a psychosomatic thing, he knew, since the game ensured the fit was fine, but he still felt like there were places where the armor was a bit too snug, and others where it was too loose, so he was constantly making minor adjustments to it. The brunette still wasn’t geared to the same level as either

DATE: [11/3/25] RANK 9 BLACKSMITH | [EXP: 3993/5119] | Daily Crafting Attempts: 10+4=14*2=28 RANK 1 TAILOR | [EXP: 0/19] RANK 3 ARTISAN | [EXP: 43/79] RANK 7 ALCHEMIST | [EXP: 1837/2559] RANK 5 COOK | [EXP: 220/319] RANK 1 PERFORMER | [EXP: 0/39] RANK 1 APPRAISER | [EXP: 0/100] CRAFTING BUFFS: All Profession Ambition Tools +1 EXP per craft Extended Workshop (Artisan, Blacksmith, Alchemist, Performer, Cook, Appraiser) +2 EXP per craft with those professions Trading Hall 3 +2 EXP per craft | Salvage on LD 4 | +4 crafting attempts Using Workaholic's Draft | Crafte

Alinta gave a small exhale. Relieved he was able to drink. “That’s it…” she reached out to run a hand through his head. “Nice and slow. Y-you’ve been through a lot.” Alinta didn’t know what he had been through. Or why those strange people knew his name. Why they were screaming, stark raving mad… and why he had invited her to that clearing in the first place. Did he get tricked? Scar was so level headed and cautious, he didn’t seem like the type of person who would be easily swayed. Once Scar had emptied his cup Alinta carefully took it, leaning over to the side table and placin

I laughed, watching him lower his hands - slowly, ever so slowly. My, if I wanted to, I could have done him in ten times over by now. He thought he was being slick? Safe? Sly? Still, no use bursting his precious little bubble yet. I shrugged when he started asking me questions about Alice. “Ohh, does she tickle your fancy? All I know is that she's the bosses masterpiece. You were too addled to notice, no? How he dotes on her.” I pressed my palms to my cheeks. “Oohhh..you should have seen it! Ahh. she slipped so perfectly into wonderland, Oh Alice! Yes Alice! My sweet little Alice.” I wou

He didn't know why she cried, only that she did. The great vexation of man came when a woman cried. The impulse to fix, to correct. To take away the offending emotions. To make it better. A storm of primal impulse struck him, full-force. It would consume a lesser man. Blow them away. Sweep them up into its current. But hurricanes were natural disasters. They left more harm than good in their wake. Oscar was not fool enough to think that he could take her pain away. He wanted all of her. To devour all of her. Her story, her thoughts. Her laughter, her delight. Her fears and her pain. Greed

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to fool around with any roses today, little Jack." His guard stayed up, but something in the man's tone made Jack believe him, at least for the moment. He lowered his arm that had been covering his mouth and nose, though he maintained distance, every step measured, eyes sharp. "Those two.." Jack's voice was low, controlled. "Alice.. Tybalt.. Are you.. working with them? Or following them? What do you know about her? From him?" Each word carried suspicious, but also urgency. He had to understand the scope of this before it became dangerous.

The man immediately covered his nose and mouth, I tilted my head to the side. “Hmm?” I never did quite catch what little Alice did to the man, just that her whole little schtick was with flowers, roses in particular. Oh. Ohh. I see…It made sense, why he was practically twitching on the floor, smart. Alice was smart. I hadn’t pegged her to be, I thought in all honesty she was a little bit of a dimwit. “Ah!” My grin grew slow, languid. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to fool around with any roses today, little Jack.” I hadn’t a clue what his actual name was, and I didn’t care. If sw

The voice came out of nowhere, a playful lilt that didn't belong in a forest this still. "Ohooo~" Jack's eyes followed the movement of something, and immediately an image flashed in his mind, white hair,sharp and layered, swept to the side like a blade of snow. Before he could even process it, the man swung down from the tree, upside-down, red glove pressing a single finger against the tip of Jack's nose. "Well, if it isn't the one-eyed Jack." Jack jerked back, a reflex born of instinct and memory. His boots dug into the earth as he covered his mouth and nose, breath tight

The pillow was comforting under the back of his head but the pain in his neck from the effort of moving was still there. Alinta, no, Raven, was careful, almost painfully so, as she adjusted him into place. He could feel her trembling when her fingers brushed against his arm, steadying him just enough for the cup to meet his hands. The faint clink of plastic against his fingers echoed too loudly in the quiet room. Her hands were shaking, not from weakness, but something heavier, like guilt threading through every movement. For a moment, the world seemed to exhale. The chaos, the fight, the

I just wanted to give it a chance A desperate plea from a trembling woman whose innocence seemed so misplaced, a simple desire to help a pitiful creature. Just wanting to give something, anything a chance at life. Mari drew in a breath, she understood. Mari felt it was grossly misplaced…but she understood. A small exhale as her eyes softened, a hand reaching out to place on top of the foxes head, offering it a pat. “Not everything deserves that chance though.” Heavy words spoken from experience of a world that that burned the woman one too many times. Something was off about her, how

“Ohooo~” I noticed his approach, solid steps filled with purpose and determination. Eyes shifting around as though he were looking for something. Or someone. He was sans his little bird. I was going to ignore him initially, because frankly - I didn’t care. But he had a sort of wild determination in his eyes that I just found… so… very.. Delectable. I licked my lips. Finding my own form of fun. “HellooOOoo~” I swung, hanging upside down from the tree, so his my landed smack bang right in front of the man. I giggled. “Well, if it isn’t the one eyed Jack.” I lifted a red gloved hand ‘bo

Three weeks. It hadn't felt that long. The days since Tybalt and Alice still carried the same bitter taste, smoke and silence, fragments of memory that refused to fade no matter how far he walked. The Eighth Floor had left a scar that time couldn't quite reach. The kind that followed in the quiet moments, when everything else went still. The forests here were different. Alive. The canopy above was thick and deep, filtering the sunlight into scattered pockets of gold that danced across moss-covered roots. Every breath carried the scent of damp wood and earth, a calm that was almost convinc

Alinta watched as he tried to lift his arm, fingers twitching and failing. “Don’t try to move too much yet.” A whispered plea as she began to run her perfectly manicured fingers through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, soothing and slow motions. "Alinta.." He swallowed, his voice sounding dry, raspy. “I’m here. I-O-Oh! Uh…H-Hang on….” Alinta opened her inventory, and pulled out a small thermos of green tea; it wasn’t much, a dingy brown looking thing, and the lid, a cup - a faded red. “This was…” She looked down at it, fingers dancing across its warm surf

Mari’s reaction to the source of Aeva’s current anguish shouldn’t have surprised anyone, though the white-haired girl kept finding herself reminded over and over again that this world wasn’t real. Most remembered this fact due to their daily interaction with it, but for Aeva, Aincrad was still so brand new. Video games in general were, so it was incredibly easy for her to get immersed to the point of forgetting what was reality and what was fiction. Still… When she looked at that creature, lying and shivering in the snow, it stirred something in the girl. Something she didn’t fully understand.

The cool weight of the towel on his forehead brought a brief, fragile peace. The pounding in his head dulled to a rhythm he could almost ignore, and for a moment, he could pretend he was fine, that the world wasn't still flickering around him like a dying flame. His vision blurred and steadied in uneven intervals, Alinta's silhouette bending and reforming through the haze. He could hear her movements, careful and deliberate, the quiet drag of fabric, the faint tremor in her breath. She was trying so hard to keep herself together. And that hurt more than anything else. Jack tried to l

The healer continued to help Aeva along, both in her health and spirit. No matter how much she would rather wish otherwise, he was probably right. It was far better she learn everything at once, and she was grateful that this hermit had the foresight to know that. Aeva wasn’t sure that she could have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. To tell someone everything the healer told her and brace for their reaction. Aeva wasn’t sure she could kill their hope like that. Luckily, the man working to save her life also tried to ease the trauma of the ordeal as best he could. While nothing w