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Crafting Day 10/20/2025:

She offered a smile of her own as the thoughts swirled around in her mind. "It may be selfish, but I think we need to be sometimes, if only a little. Lest we forget the reasons we carry on.... that would be the real tragedy." she sighed, "We are one in the same, you and I. I Wish to return to the real world someday, bury my loved one, and carry on. Perhaps even stop running. Until then, I will fight, until my heart stops beating." she looked afar off, a distant, yet familiar glow in her eyes. Reytac had turned his attention back to the gliding avian. After a few taunts, it flew off. Reys

10/20/25 (Crafting Respite: 249780, Ambition: 251226, Sewing Room (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Gold Chain Armor (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 255522 CD: 3 +1 LD: 17 Salvage Success - 8 (+6 Ambition) 2 255523 CD: 3

Nari’s eyes shifted at the new direction, giving a soft nod before stepping off once more. She’d listened to the other two as they’d chatted, biding her time and trying to figure out a good place to jump into the conversation – a place that wouldn’t come across as overtly awkward or out of place. As she turned, she glanced over at the other two, recognising the subtle ways in which they each carried themselves, and the determination that still rested within their cores. She could see the more worn away core of Acanthus, but the fight still strong within the woman. ’Don’t think that those

’It tastes…of home, memories…and heart. It is a perfect impression of you, made into the tastes of home and hearth. There is heart and soul…’ Hestia spoke between bites of the meal, the movements somehow still overtly proper and presentable even while chewing. Nari waited patiently, uncertain whether she had met the goddess’s expectations, or if she was simply being placated. Silence passed between the two for a time while Hestia seemed to continue the meal – something that Nari took to be a good sign – before she spoke once more. ’Homely…hearthy…this is the type of meal that brings one, or mo

”It's been two years. I hope she still remembers me. But - for now, she is my goal, my drive. Seeing her again, holding her in my arms, tasting her lips on mine - that is what keeps me going. Probably a bit selfish, I know, but - it's what I have.” Reytac shook himself, reaching up with his hand to wipe away the pickle of hot tears that stung at his eyes before he gave the white-haired girl a smile. What she had needed to hear, maybe, was just - that she wasn't alone in hurting. He was sure that some people would love to pretend that they weren't hurting in this place - and maybe there were ev

Nari plated the pieces before Hestia atop the dining table that the goddess had returned to, the slender figure glancing warmly at them and waiting. Nari stepped back once both were set down, placing her hands behind her back and immediately falling into explanation, knowing that the goddess was likely waiting to hear how these dishes were important to her – or, at least, that’s what she’d seen on cooking shows long ago. ’Today I’ve made a pairing of macaroni and cheese, with beefs and porks alongside a plating of poutine – a traditional dish, you could say, from where I come from. It co

The final touches were almost done. Nari shifted the pan once more, ensuring that the curds were well heated through, before moving them to the dish on the side of the stovetop. She carefully spread them atop the fries that were waiting, before moving back and beginning the process of the gravy itself. Seconds ticked by, turning into longer and longer minutes. She wasn’t sure why, but Nari felt rushed in the completion of her task – as though the amount of time it took was something Hestia was considering, on top of everything. A foolish notion that Nari was certain she was only placing upon h

He froze, she flinched. It seemed as though she had hit a nerve. One deep enough to penetrate the depths of his soul. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Knowing that it was impossible, she settled for looking at the ground. Dirt, grass, rocks, bugs, weeds, pebbles, anything else she could focus on rather than the tired eyes that had turned towards her. She wanted an answer, she needed his answer, but it terrified her. What would he think? What would he say? She lifted her head, hesitant and slow, meeting the mans eyes. He nodded to her once. His reply came. Her eyes widened, her

She shifted pace suddenly, pulling the pasta dish to the side as she’d plated the first piece, the anxiety and concern overcoming her. She didn’t discard it – deciding instead to place it upon a warming plate in order to keep it aside while she worked on her most recent idea. Tools flew once more as Nari collected the various items she’d need, locating large peelers, pots and oils that would help in a deep-frying that would follow. She could see Hestia off to the side once more, watching the progress with an interested eye, as if calculating and considering the sudden change in service a

Time passed as Nari focused on the cooking of pasta, cheeses and meats. The creation was a simplistic idea – a combination of pan fried hotdogs paired with macaroni and cheese – but it had been an absolute favourite of hers as a young child; a meal that had brought much comfort, regardless of what had happened. She focused herself on the swirling pasta waters, the way in which the cheeses needed to be maintained within their roux, ensuring that it didn’t burn to the pan. She barely noticed the form of Hestia moving along behind her, watching her movements and intense focus. ’This meal…me

I need to make something. A flurry of motion took over Nari as she realised just how long she had been standing in the kitchen doing nothing but staring at the drawers. Determination set in as she began pulling random ingredients from drawers – or, at least – they seemed random to her at first. Her eyes darted, pulling pot and pan aside, looking for the various spatulas and cooking spoons that would be required. Immediately she began to fill a pot, placing the water atop the cooking surface and igniting it to bring it to a boil. The refrigerator to the side was pulled open, various cheeses and

"Scared off all the townsfolk, with a question as to why; We must avoid the night and say a prayer before we die.." The song lines came from the empty space where Reytac's head normally sat. Small blue flames bobbed in the middle of a ghostly silhouette as he walked towards the traditional-style house. From here he could see 'bodies' lining the path, with some kind of red liquid staining the ground around them. An unseen grin stretched his lips as he smiled. Despite growing older he still loved this time of year, and seeing the decorations that people put up was only matched by the excitement

Nari turned to look at the kitchen once more, taking in the various cutlery, pans and pots, and assorted other items that were out and prepared for her use. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what it was Hestia was looking for her to complete. Without conscious thought, her feet had carried her to the edge of the counter, located on more modern side of the kitchen. She pulled open cabinets and drawers, looking for anything that could give her some sort of idea or incentive. A dish that speaks to my home…history and humours? Is that like a dish that I find…funny? Or is it more of a…

Reytac froze in place, his arm outstretched towards the raven that he had been trying to lure back in when he heard the tentative question. He could tell that she had been - maybe not afraid, but worried, about asking him that, her tone quiet. The brunette took a deep breath, his chest swelling to the point his sides ached, before he exhaled softly, the sound loud enough to be heard. His arm, locked up from the sudden burst of tension, fell back to his side as the raven landed on a branch, watching him cautiously. He put his repeated failure out of his mind as he turned in place so he co

An explosion of dust flew in the air for a moment. Cascade was nothing short of alarmed. By the time the dust settled enough to see Reytac, the white haired girl she knew as Nissa had vanished. The bird that had been perched on her hand had taken flight in circles above Rey, caring at him carelessly. The whole thing was like a fever dream. She knew she had seen the girl, encountered her, watched her, heard her. But the whole thing verged on being a hallucination. Yet her small footprints still lingered in the dirt nearby. Even Reytac had been left disoriented for a time. The Raven kept cl

Reytac couldn't help but let out a laugh at the somewhat dry statement about walking. It felt like just about all he had done since actually getting active had been walking - through lots, and lots, of forests, but a lot of walking. ”The walking doesn't bother me any, especially with someone to talk to to pass the time. I don't know if there's like, a mount system or something that I just missed or haven't figured out how to access yet, but man if they had it set up to where our muscles got even a fraction of the exercise we did in here, my calves would be steel! “ He chuckled and looked to Ac

Reytac held his arm out to the bird, hoping the large, ink-dark raven would hop on over to him. Instead, the bird flapped its wings, exploding into motion, and dust kicked up, making Rey and Cascade blink. By the time the sudden explosion of motion settled, the bird was in the air, circling around Reytac and cawing judgmental. the small, white-haired girl, though, was gone - vanished into the ether like she had never been there. If it wasn't for the fact that Reytac still had the odd buff of 'Water snake' on his menu, and that there were still footprints in the dirt, he woudl have honestly won

notes. hi everyone. y'all are cool.

extra. maybe for something.

stats. look at how far you've come. chronological history. | quest log.

residency. probably lives in a cardboard box.

skills. / inventory. / storage. [skills.] | 1/5 sp remaining. Set B | DPS Package: 2,500 Col 10 Materials