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Alinta | [Word Count: 11476/5 = 2295.2] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6886 EXP + CURVED SWORD SP REFUND + <<KATANA SKILL UNLOCKED>> Scar | [Word Count: 11476/5 = 2295.2] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2295 EXP + <<KATANA SKILL UNLOCKED>>

Thread Closed: Scar | [Word Count: 8614/5 = 1722.8] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 1722 EXP [quest.] - 300 EXP - «Forager» Profession unlocked - A Demonic Shard - 1 Material [mobs.] - 924 Col - Materials (4) - Tier 1 Rare Trinket (2) ID: 256167 | LD: 11 | CD: 6 | 252+ 168 + 84 = 504 Col, Materials (2), Tier 1 Rare Trinket (1) ID: 256007 | LD: 15 | CD: 4 | 252+168= 420 Col, Materials (2), Tier 1 Rare Trinket (1) [summary] 2022 EXP 924 Col 1x Demonic Shard 5x Materials 2x Tier 1 Rare Unidentified TRINKET #256167 #256007

Jack smiled when Alinta wiped the sweat from his brow, her sleeve brushing lightly against his skin. "You're doing amazing yourself," he told her, a warm and soft tone of voice. The simple touch, the sight of her standing there despite the exhaustion, lit something inside him. He took a swig of the water she offered, the cool liquid cutting through the furnace-like air of the floor. He set the flask down, then reached out and brushed his thumb against her cheek, tracing the faint flush there. "I owe you," he whispered looking into her eye, meeting her gaze for a moment longer than intende

The forest gradually thinned as Jack made his way back toward the small clearing where he’d first met Giovanna. The rhythmic crunch of leaves under his boots felt almost comforting now, the tension that had carried him through his search beginning to ease with each step. The compass pulsed faintly in his hand, its glow now dimmer, calmer, until finally, it faded completely as if acknowledging that its purpose had been fulfilled. When the treeline broke, the familiar sight of Giovanna’s modest campsite came into view. The woman in green was tending to a small fire beside her wagon, humming

Alinta flinched when the man approached, expecting him to whack her in her chest just like had done to Scar, but instead she got a single nod of approval. Had…she done it right? Alinta didn’t think she had done anything different. Still…the approval felt good. Alinta grinned, feeling an unexpected wave of confidence course through her. She hadn’t expected to…actually enjoy this. She was only here to support Scar, at least initially. But maybe she was just a natural at this sort of thing? “I just…figured I’d take it slow and easy.” Alinta said to Jack, she turned back to the training dummy

When Alinta's bokken hit the dummy, the man gave a faint smile, nodded his head in approval and then looked towards Jack again. Jack couldn't restrain himself from running up to her with a beaming face. "You did amazing! And that was your first try!" he said proudly, his words tumbling out in genuine delight. Before Alinta could say a word, the man's bokken came down in a quick and controlled motion at a low level, intercepting Jack's path and thus him losing his balance, as a result, he fell on the floor face down. Jack groaned and then, with a cheeky grin, he rolled over on his bac

Alinta laughed, “Runway? No…no…” She waved him off. “Events, PR? Shoots? yeh…I mean…” She stood and gave Scar a small twirl, then picked up his hand and placed it against her own waist. Hoping he wouldn’t catch just how profusely she was blushing, and how her skin erupted into goosebumps at the mere press of his palm. “I told you, I just ain’t runway model built. But…I can say I am confident in how I look.” Alinta knelt down, pressing her forehead to his. “Although, I do adore the compliments you give me.” Alinta knelt down to clasp Scars hands in hers. “It’s not a matter of if we get out

Post Action: Foraging for a Demonic Shard The‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ forest had gone eerily quiet after the battle. The very faint shimmer of dissolving data receded into the canopy light, leaving only the smell of wet earth and burnt leaves behind. For a moment, Jack was still, his eyes were looking at the area of the ground where the Nepent had fallen. He could still feel the weight of his heartbeat echoing faintly through his hands, the aftershock of combat, the tension refusing to fade. But there was still work to do. He sheathed his sword with a deliberate motion and retrieved the com

Yoink Resonance | T4 Demonic Whip | ID 256145 | Static 2 | AA | Phase Description: A strong thin wire, like a garrote. It is stored safely away in gloves and is used like a whip. One must be quite dexterous to ensure they don't cut themselves, or their teammates on the deadly sharp wire.

When Alinta said, "This look suits you better," Jack looked over at her, still amazed at how she could look beautiful even after the exhausting hike. "I bet you still looked as amazing as you do right now," he said fondly, unable to stop himself from smiling. As she talked about her life before, how much effort went into her videos, the frustration of algorithms, Jack chuckled softly. "You know, I'd probably be one of those people replaying your videos over and over again." he teased, leaning slightly across the table. His tone playful, but there was sincerity in his eyes. When she m

<<Masked: Saintess>> "Ahh~" She clasped her hands together in delight as soft green eyes, hidden behind the veiled mask of the Saintess wove over the crowds within the decadent dark den. "Who knew such a place existed!" People danced across a dimly lit floor, vibrations from exuberant music rattled her core in all the right ways. Soft lights flickered above, the scent of sweet drinks and savory foods filled her nostrils. "Perhaps....I am under dressed?" Arsine thought aloud, tapping a glossed lip with one of her clawed fingers. The woman hadn't bothered to change into a

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Stats Lv. 1 | HP: 20 | EN: 20 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 0 | EVA: 0 | LD: 1

virtues// observant - Vitalis prefers to hang back and watch things unfold, moving only when he deems his intervention necessary. He's learned to pay attention to things that might escape one's notice. Predicting damage, noticing boss telegraphs. tactician - His mind moves quickly, finding the most efficient means to deal with a threat. NPCs are meant to be random, but nothing is truly random. He can see the throughlines, accurately predicting the moves the enemy will make. good-natured - He doesn't care about backgrounds, only how he might help. Be it healing skills or throug

personality// Vitalis is a man of few words. Sees more than you think, knows more than you would assume. He cares little for the superfluous. His chief desire is to keep everyone he can breathing. Be it against the errant boar or a massive Field Boss, if it's within his power, he will use his skills to the best of his ability. It's almost a compulsion of his - a need to help. Quiet, understated, but incredibly resolute. He throws himself into the dragon's den regularly, caring little for his own continued existence. To him, it would be a fair trade. His ultimate, solemn duty to uphold his

background// Born and raised by a single mother, Emmeritt O'Neal made a career of defying all expectations. He probably should have lived and died as gutter trash. But he was blessed with two gifts from a very young age: exceptional intelligence and the ability to shut the fuck up. Those two things gave him a leg up on his peers. Silently observing, learning, adapting. Emmeritt used and abused his gifts. School was no challenge, but dreadfully boring. Undergrad was a similar story. He earned his doctorate, his PH.D and his medical license. A practicing surgeon, accurate, precise, eff

Username: Vitalis Real Name: Emmeritt O'Neal Age: 26 Gender: Male Height: 6'5'' Eye Color: Green Hair color: Silver Origin Country: Ireland Birthday: December 18

Data Analyst. Alinta pondered on that as she sat at a table, roughly carved out of stone. Its surface is filled with bumps, ridges and holes. Created out of necessity and not with care. Somehow, the woman struggled to see him in such a job. Buttoned down suit and tie, hair neatly trimmed- and a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting atop a face hunched over a small PC bathed in a sickly blue light. “This look suits you better.” Alinta said, seemingly out of the blue as Scar sat back down at the table. They had found a small tavern within the walls of Knorilt, an out of the way kind of

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Post Action: [x12] ST-I (12 EN) | A single-target sword art. Loot Rolls: ID: 256167 | LD: 11 | CD: 6 | 252+ 168 + 84 = 504 Col, Materials (2), Tier 1 Rare Trinket (1) It‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ was the moment that the monster revealed its full form from the shadow of the woods when Jack reacted. His instincts went on, they were not sharpened by experience but by necessity. The sound that had been terrorizing the border of his consciousness became clear and was the very slither of a Nepent, its heavy, muscular vines dragging on the forest ground, its mouth parting in a wet, hungry hiss that made

Evening, UNID Weapon Appraisal Approval for EAL!

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@Hirru Ready for pick up Resonance | T4 Demonic Whip | ID 256145 | Static 2 | AA | Phase Description: A strong thin wire, like a garrote. It is stored safely away in gloves and is used like a whip. One must be quite dexterous to ensure they don't cut themselves, or their teammates on the deadly sharp wire.

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