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A delightful, hearty cackle rang out across the post-apocalyptic scenery. She'd expected boastful bravado, but this was beyond the pale. "Tolerate? You have no idea what you're facing, do you?" Hood shaking side to side, even as the mysterious woman's shoulders shuddered with barely contained guffaws. "Allow me to enlighten you. Have a seat, just... don't dip your feel in the pool if you want to keep them." Waving a supple leather-clad hand through the air to summon a still image of the Monument of Life, a twist of the wrist reversed the image for better glancing. "People

* I WILL ELONMGATE THIS AFTER WORK* Mari felt an overwhelming sense of comfort as raidou squeezed her hands. "Good, then I have little to worry about." She scrunched her face up as he adjusts the glasses on her nose, she offered him a sniff as she reached up and wiped away any residue that threatened to burst out. "I...appreciate that." Mari said quietly as Raidou told her he never gave up on her. "I figured it, only a madman would read to someone who literally ignored them every day for two years." She fell silent as Raidou began to talk about Lancaster, the man her soulm

With the situation looking a bit dire, Astra and the others had no choice but to take the piece of shit dingy. There was some hesitance floating around Astra's head at first; as he was certainly more comfortable on land. With the weather getting worse and dangers lurking around every corner, there wasn't much choice. Wasting no time, he hopped into the boat with the rest of the group and began making their way through the water. Edict's right, I'm not sure how long we can keep this thing afloat. Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and began to get the work. Grasping the one paddle that didn

Morningstar was quickly greeted by Nemo. The caretaker had stopped tending to his plants to see him, although he admitted that he couldn't stay to chat long. "You look well," the gardener said. "Same to you," Star smiled. "The garden looks lively as ever." Roses were in bloom, Morningstar noticed. He also noticed that another player was walking towards them. Immediately, he recognized her. She had come by his shop just the other day, with little col and a few items in need of appraisal. Oh. Now this is interesting. The orange cursor remained high above her head. Twice

ph Acanthus | HP: 1081/1081 | EN: 126/126 | DMG: 5 | MIT:195 | ACC:6 | AA | FL.AURA: 16 | THORNS:476 | BH:59 | HB:48

Rumours were swirling through back channels that Magistrate Aldenbrook's filaments and fingertips had been snaking their way through Glyndebourne's back woods once again. Another purge of the Fire Woods found evidence that her insidious cabal of miniscule minions were working their previous mischief, but on a much lesser scale. Diligence would be key. Agents to be dispatched would monitor and report, managing the threat to keep it from weaving its was back into plague-like prominence, as it once had. Freyd, meanwhile, was looking forward to a quiet drink at the Naughty Pigeon. Sally's

Ariel stared at the terminal’s glow, unsure of how she would write the message. A growl from a silent observer in the corner helped her stop overthinking it. She took a look on the intel she got from the student who boldly claimed she was a legitimate 'scout'. It was a meaty report, that's for sure. Glyndebourne’s horror echoed in written as cold facts: chains, blood on cobblestones, the hollow eyes of victims suspended like macabre art. The «Midnight Ripper» turned safety into slaughter, at least outside the safe zones. However, more than the two page lore dump in front of her she skimmed o

“Uhm…just so yanno…I wouldn’t actually slap you that hard.” A quiet, berry-flavoured snort followed by slow lifting of azure eyes, worn, but not so easily defeated. Their mischief kindling beneath the rim of bushy grey and black brows as his face rejoined their tentative conversation. "I've done more than enough to deserve it, mistepping clumsily as I go. Sometimes, it's the only way we learn." Admission to them both for past failings, and those inevitably yet to follow. Freyd wasn't perfect. He stumbled like everyone else, but held the bar high for reasons beyond the reach of

Baldur, Made it down to the Coliseum. Whenever you’re ready. No rush. Acanthus had been putting off this day far too long. Ever since she had visited for tea, she dreaded meeting with the samurai again. It wasn’t his fault, he had been nothing short of the perfect host: gracious, pleasant, and accommodating. The fault was with her. She had left on an awkward note, practically begging to be released from the conversation that she had started. “We have veterans returned from battle, broken and crying in their sleep. I am one of them.” The bluntness of his

A spark of intrigue, of brilliance like kindling to the pyre. His thoughts slowly peeling to a head. The man would wave a finger out in front of him. "Simple, very simple. Frontliners are bleeding hearts. Gather some of my men, and set an example. Draw him out, and we have a little chat. Set the ground rules." Lancaster would begin to burn, mentally at first and those flames would start to build on his shoulders. That passion long quenched by a woman had breathed to life, causing the ash to evaporate. "Hit one of the packed cities, snag a couple of those green players." The man would raise his

"How?" The solitary word hung lonely in the silence. If Lancaster expected to get off the hook with empty promises, he was reminded that this wasn't some random thug in a side alley. More than some dismissive handwave was required. A mess had been made. His mess. His exposure. And he'd be made to squirm like his own subordinates, save without fire. A pall of dignity was preserved through the lack of obvious audience. Were this truly a reckoning, other fingers would be present to see the example made. A handful of digits, swiftly removed, might have been tossed as an offering to the u

ph Acanthus | HP: 940/940 | EN: 106/106 | DMG: 23 | MIT:163 | ACC:6 | EVA:2 | THORNS:72 | BLI: 32/-20 | ENV-O: 32 | PROB:48 | Focused x5

ph *** Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) and CSA (Beckon the Void) are in use. Note: Freyd has previously completed this quest. GUILD RANK 5 (+5% col, +5% EXP) Freyd consumes and shares: Gungir’s Shard (Untradeable/Unique/Reusable Consumable): Smokin' Hot Honey Bun Tray | ACC 2 | EVA 2 | Feast (6/6) - takes 1 portion [ACC filled] Freyd consumes: X [Stats go here]

Each and every verbal lashing was scathing and all of them called into question if he was going to be able to keep his head. This wasn't his first round of them, and the big cheese always commandeered a sense of forceful expectation. The cigarette in his mouth ran dark, pulling it from his face as he'd cup his hands together in prayer. "Is no issue, I will handle it. Personally." As his mind raced with how exactly he was going to do that. The dude was Mari's friend and he sure as hell didn't want to try and undermine it. A mix of muddied intention and trying to keep as far away from her friend

The Paradise Islands were a hop, step, and a jump from Star's house. He went from time to time, although he preferred Raitoborou bay for its lack of sea monsters. But sometimes, sea monsters were exactly what you needed. He sat on the rocks, away from the water, and stuck his head in a book. It was his own: a leather-bound journal filled to the brim with untidy handwriting and surprisingly polished sketches. How he could do one but not the other astounded the few people he let into his books, but he thought it was very normal. A group of six battled the local crab. It looked like the

ph *** Recovery | ID: 247778 | CD: 1 -> No Proc Post Action: ST-II -> Belregor | ID: 247779 | BD: 8+5-3=10 -> Hit! ST-II | [(15+3)x32-160]x0.75=(576-160)x0.75=416x0.75=312 Damage to Belregor! Entropic Ward deals 416x0.25=104 Damage to Macradon! Energy cost: 15+2-2-1=14 EN [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: 20 | DOTE: 3/3 | PROB:36 | WELL-RESTED: 1/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 | F.Howl Cooldo

PH <<Assisting System Engaged>> Level: 1 Paragon: 0 Tier: 1 True Tier: 10 Final Exp Reward: +130% Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward Mega Slime Farm: +10% Final EXP reward Gaius | HP: 35/35 | EN: 25/25 | DMG: 14 | MIT:73 | F-SPIRIT | PARA-IM | BH:2 | REC: 2 | HM: 2 | HLY: 4 | BLD: 12 | ENV-O: 8

The man would squeeze his friends hand, one that he'd always been ready to pull her back up from the brink. Just like Haine had done for him so many years ago. Both of them had been drowning in graves of their own making, and it took someone else with the resolve to help pull them out. "Good, then I have little to worry about." Raidou adjusts the glasses on her nose, finding the symbolism quite fitting given she was now playing the diviner of truth. "You've always been so smart, Mari. When everyone else had given up on you, I had faith in you." The demeanor was staggering, her determination ju

A hush falls over the chamber as Dracul’s roar echoes into silence. Roots recoil, vines droop. Mother Nature staggers—bark plates cracking, fungal blooms shivering. Ariel inhales the cavern’s charged air, mouth tasting moss and lightning’s ghost. Shadowflame stirs beneath her ribs—an ancient hunger now tempered by cold resolve. Millicent’s daggers gleam at her side, but Ariel needs no secondary strike. She steps from the alcove into fractured light—slivers of dawn filtered through cavern faults. Quartz veins refract scattered beams onto wet rock. Each refracted shard burns like a promise.

A sinewy root coils around my left ankle, yanking me off balance. I stumble, toes scrabbling in the wet silt. The cavern walls loom like judges in black plate. Damp echoes dribble from glowing fungi above. I taste damp earth on my tongue and feel the weight of centuries bearing down on me. I wrench my foot free, every muscle burning with effort. The root snaps back into the dirt with a hollow thwack. My gauntlets ring as I tighten my grip on my weapon. Holy light pools along its rose‑etched edge, steadying my pulse. Blight’s slow poison still coils in my veins, but passive healing warms m

"I am not sure how much you've been told. Or what your affiliation with the guild might be." Mari shifted uncomfortably, sitting back down on the table as he gestured for her to calm down. Right…right…she had to be more calm about this. Mari closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I know some things… the three rules you laid out. That there are like…” She tilted her head. Thinking for a moment before continuing. Attempting to talk in a trembling yet controlled tone. She was much better at controlling her emotions now more than ever. “Fingers. Hands. Terminology that would make me assume

"I am well over that part of my life. I have excepted what is and what I had to do next." Eruda nods at the next statement. Some people in Firm Anima would have been lost without him, or worse signing their death certificates. Some poor fool who decided to rob them but killed them instead. "Thank you," saying as she complements her flame. Mari wasn't so bad, she is much different than all the stuff that she heard back in the day about the girl. After the glass shatters Mari would pull Eruda's hand toward her. It was pure instinct, that she could recognize. "Don't ever be sorry for trying to he

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Ariel exhaled sharply as vines coiled around her wrists, binding them before she could react. Her katana shifted at her hip, a promise thwarted. Shadows danced with afterimages of her planned strike, lost in the tangle of writhing roots. The blight’s slow poison threaded through her veins again—HP slipping away in silent puncture. She tasted iron and moss. Her crimson cape’s Risky enhancement flared, igniting a brief surge of adrenaline in her chest. It amplified her desire to tear then apart, but she could not strike through these bonds. Couldn't risk a bad move now. In the distance

The response that he expected as nearly any he'd relay this information always had a similar response. He'd bare the questions in that same stoic and cast iron composure, a truth hung heavy in the room as Mari's chair toppled over. "I am not sure how much you've been told. Or what your affiliation with the guild might be." Raidou offered an upturned hand as if encouraging her to sit before she flopped over. Refilling her cup with that same steaming mixture. "Laughing Coffin was quite interested in you, Opal exclusively. When I learned about it some years back, I wasn't sure what to think. You