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PH +6 EN Post Action: First aid on Kataoka -> 180 HP restored (150 base + 30 from Life Mend), Mina loses 9 EN! --- [H:8] Zajcica | HP: 1008/1008 | EN: 97/102 | DMG: 26 | MIT:319 | ACC:3 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.AURA: 16 | FR.AURA: 16 | FR.THORNS: 8/16 | THORNS:112 | BH:55 | LD:5 | PROB:48 | WELL-RESTED: 1/3 | SQUEAKY CLEAN: 1/1 [H:4] Freyd | HP: 1674/1674 | EN: 154/168 (+2[cap]-12) | DMG: 24 | MIT: 255 | ACC: 8 | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 4 | BH: 83 | VAMP-D: 83 | PROB: 36 | PARRY | DOTE: 3/3 | BLOODCLOT | ANTIFREEZE | PARA-IMM | THORNS 40 | HLY: 16 | FRZ: 64 | ENV-O: 32/4 | TX

♪ ♫ ♬ Mari saw that look on Freyds face. The tightening of his jaw. The way his cerulean eyes bore into her as if to say ‘this is not over’ a look that screamed silently at her. It felt like something deep within her chest snapped at the sheer weight of that look. Memories of her Gemini telling her that Freyd was sick of her bullshit. Was Akir right? Was this it? It wasn’t just anger behind his eyes. It was disappointment, frustration, curiosity. Questioning. Was she worth it? And was she? It tore at her more than any blade could. It hurt. It hurt Mari’s heart to see someone

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"Please don't go stabbing the quest givers till after we've finished." Khione said with a heavy sigh. The man was practically a child. How he managed to survive prison was beyond Khiones skillset. Perhaps he was a pretty face and charmed his way through. Maybe his more eccentric traits made people stay the hell away from him. Whatever the reason, Khione felt she was better off not knowing. Unlike her companion Khione calmly handed the compass back to the quest giver - Giovanni? Odd name for a woman tending to a cart but what did she care. Vex was practically bouncing on the spot, "Okay, o

“Lightnin’ rod shord.” “I should have suspected. Freyd always has a way out, doesn’t he?” Recovering from her “seasickness,” Acanthus watched Kat lead Mari back to the carriage hand-in-hand. Love, infatuation, plain horniness—whatever the emotion was, Acanthus watched it develop with an air of dispassionate intrigue. How did those feelings develop? Was it a conscious effort on her part? Anytime she’d asked her friends, the answer was the same: a casual shrug and a non-committal “you just know.” But I don’t. So either I’m clueless, or uninterested in the mystery. Uninterested mos

As Mari would begin to crumble, some pang in his heart would sheer off layers that were long scarred and hardened. "There isn't any magic tricks left, mi amore." The man could only tighten his hand to clasp hers. "I have left Laughing Coffin, done the unthinkable. In front of the Faceless Lord no less." He pulled hard at the cigarette, as if to keep the strength he needed to follow through the explanations required of him by the pair listening on. "It gave me little choice, demanding that I settle the sheer mess that our love had caused." Lancaster leans forward, pressing his forehead against

Was she absolutely delusional? Expecting me to just flaff about collecting materials and gems? For what purpose? I didn't even want to do this damn quest in the first place. I was only here because she was, and quite frankly... I was bored. She could get anything she wanted with a warm smile and that charisma of hers - I could probably just buy it or stab the thing till I got what I wanted. So why were we belittling ourselves with such a benign and tiresome quest? I sighed as I followed behind Khione in a leisurely stroll as we made our way back toward the caravan. Women I'd never un

Mari forgot how easily Yuki could be shaken. The woman still seemed to struggle to gain whatever resolve or belief she had in herself. In the past Mari would have continued to bring Yuki up, offer her positive platitudes. But not right now. Mari was tired. She wasn't going to bend over backwards to please everyone anymore. Still, Mari listened with sympathy as she drained her cup of the remnants of tea. "Experiencing near death for the first time is always a daunting experience that stays with you." Mari hadn't really spoken from experience, each time she had been close to death in the past sh

7/22/25 (Crafting Respite: 245373, Ambition: 174836-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248234 CD: 1 LD: 17 Critical Failure (2) 5 (+4 Ambition) 2 248235 CD: 4 LD: 3 Salvage Failure

Once Sable had plunged into the water the roar of the waterfall and screams of his companions died out. Instead there was the muffled pressure of water in his ears. The water pulled his body, making it difficult for him to get his barrings. A warning flashed in his vision, yes he knew he was under water. Wit ha few good kicks in the directions of his rising bubbles the scout breached the surface of the river and gasped for air. He frantically looked around before fighting his way to the shore. Everyone seemed to be around in some way, shape or form. Elora was calling for everyone, Astra w

Had he even registered that look in Lessa's eyes as the already miniscule space between them became mere inches... This story would have ended much differently. Instead the oblivious, intoxicated ginger continued to ramble on about how he felt about her. He stumbled over his words as the wavering bit of sobriety within him fought with his wine drunk mind to not drop any emotional bombs on her. They both had a long day, and the last thing he wanted was to make the mistake of pushing her away by telling her how he really, truly felt about her. "Of course it makes you special, you're the be

An all encompassing darkness spread over them. Katoka felt her heart begin to race, her mind jumping to when she was swallowed by the Storm of Shadows. Anxiety, fear, failure. It all came rushing back as the grip on her sword weakened. But then there was a blinding light. A flash in the dark. Freyd stood with a crystal in his hand, raised above him like a beacon in the night. It was gone. She was still standing. They all were. Anger blossomed inside the samurai now. A hot fury that spread through her in an instant. Kat's hands tightened once again on her weapon as she surged forward,

PH -> Repairing Equipment: ID 248231 | LD 12+7 = 19 Running Total: 106

"I feel like, we've got this bond, you know?" She leaned forward on her barstool, his words a rope that tugged her closer. He felt that he could be himself around her? And he had since they'd first met? She felt the same way. As he continued to speak, she continued to shift closer, her eyes on his lips that dropped words like bombs, shaking her all the way to her foundation. Had they both been sitting on these truths all this time? How different might their lives have been if they'd just shared how they felt, all those months ago? It would have saved her from a lot of heartbreak, and a lo

The dark receded—not by its own will, but by force. A gash of radiance torn clean through its center, chasing the void back into its corners. Freyd had stood fast against the unlight, as expected. Not by spectacle. By refusal. Even the shadows bowed away from his blade when memory called it true. Ariel exhaled quietly through her nose. Then the battlefield returned in pieces. The stone beneath her feet. The shallow splash of rain. The hiss of wind cut by Oscar’s passage—his strikes already carving a rhythm into Belregor’s massive frame. Not reckless. Not panicked. Measured. Surg

The trek to the Second Floor was uneventful, save for the subtle shifts of the party’s pace as they adjusted to one another. Ariel walked in silence, the gifted topaz now tucked safely within her system’s inventory menu. Alongside her, she could hear Gambit’s light footsteps and Acanthus’ more deliberate gait. The air grew thinner the higher they climbed, the land shedding the warmth of Floor 1 for something colder—older. At the quest marker, a small cluster of standing stones greeted them, half-swallowed by moss and silence. Between them stood a woman clad in traveling robes, auburn curl

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