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Coming up to the shop's front doors. Kyoto looks up at the sign, then inside to see the owner. Rencesvals was a suggestion to Kyoto from Freyd. It seems like a lot of players like coming here to grab there gear or upgrade with what they have already. Kyoto other hand has 2 things he needs. A new sword and new set up gear. As Kyoto would walk in he would try and grab the attention to Rencesvals and hand him the paper that would be his order. "Hey there, I have an order I like to put in. Freyd recommended me to you."

"I only know as much as they tell me. I trust that that's enough." Odd that such a throwaway line would make such an impact, simultaneously heartwarming and soulcrushing at the same time. His heart felt like it flinched at the statement, even while Elora meant to dodge further engagement in speculation. The wave metaphor for emotions seemed both apt and poignant, matching his own limited experiences. “Nice architectural reference, with the concrete,” he added, smiling meekly. “My father would have approved.” Crows’ feet clawed at the edges of his eyes as Mina clinically laid

While Zandra went berserk on Cerberus, Morningstar watched intently. She was this sort of cheerfully insane presence that he had never witnessed before; Freyd seemed a bit more comfortable with it. Perhaps they had fought together in the past. The way she spoke told him that she was an ex-frontliner, and that he'd be seeing more of her in time. He followed her into the fray, noticing the Cerberus and its lackies were reaching the ends of their shockingly limited health bars. Zandra crushed one of the two remaining Cerberus heads with the brute force of her axe, before slamming into the sm

“We’re deep in this floor’s labyrinth,” Freyd began, by way of explanation to Mina’s query. “And hip deep in a nest of spooky shit. This place is definitely hinky, in the darkest-side-of-Scooby-Doo kind of way.” Hirru and Ariel showed up before their conversation could progress much farther, the latter mocking Mina for sneaking off with him for special nooky time. A snorting grunt was all he could manage before Mina shot down the regal woman’s innuendo, hard. He, meanwhile, looked forward to mentioning it to Elora, with certain dubious embellishments about the turnip-shade of red Mina’s fa

"Let There Be Light," Wulfrin mumbled as he began turning through his internal rolodex of quests. "Can't say I've done that one yet. I haven't the slightest clue how to start that one." He looked at Ciela, who was looking about as confused as he was. Neither of them had really done much questing save a few tiny things here and there to get Ciela some fairly nice experience gains, so this would likely be a new experience for the both of them as well. The conversation began to shift to that concerning of their roles in combat. Wulfrin let out a small chuckle at the notion that the new playe

The starchy aftermath grew ever evident against the marooning backdrop of Elora's face. Where Freyd may have expected shrieks, he was instead greeted by an unnerving silence. A prolonged stare would soon reveal subtle tremors that lapsed into uncontrollable shakes from sticky head to splattered toe. Steam may as well have been sizzling off of her skin as Elora made one swift motion to hurl the egg she'd been holding into the kitchen ceiling above. What could have been miscalculated as a stray attack would soon find its way from the rafters onto the head of the wryly player. In a moment's notic

It didn't take long before the two of them reconized her needing help. She was thankful actually as she was wanting to get in a few levels before helping MorningStar out more with there little adventure. "My name is Etherial. And the quest I'm partaking is 'Let There Be Light.'." She wasn't to confident in doing this quest by herself. In matter of fact she was almost certain if she attempt it on her own she would of killed herself. It would potentially partake into suicide and she wasn't about to become another victim to this death game. "Thank you so much for helping me. I only

It didn't take much time before Star started to get going on his adventure. That being said though she knew that she wasn't strong enough to really partake in higher floor quest. But at the same time this would be the chance she can finally get out of this floor and on with her own adventure. "I think I'll come along with you. I don't want to waste away here in the Town of Beginnings anymore." She wasn't nervous when she said that. Instead she was confident. She knew that if he left this area she'll soon be caught up with the main group and she can help get them to the next floor. Th

The loud thudding was all the hunter could hear, as Mina shouted out to them to move. He could not move so well in the end so instead of trudging through the pile, the hunter dug deep into the leaves. He didn't see what happened to Ariel, nor did it matter. All he knew was there was a giant something that was barreling towards them. The charge blew through the pile, as if it were nothing. Thankfully, the hunter was sprawled out on the bottom. The smaller the target, the better; he thought. The only thing that was left was a few things of leaves around him, but the fern in leaf pile stil

Adelyte pondered for a moment on Nymoria's question. Then she took advantage of Wulfrin answering first so she could think about it even longer. All she had heard about were the frontlines - the best of the best putting their lives on the line to make sure they could one day see their friends and family again. Those players were always made out to be heroes, and the glory of it all sounded appealing. But.. did all that glory mean anything when their lives could be snuffed out in an instant? Sure, she was putting herself in danger any time she would step out from the city's gates, but at least

"I don't think he's inconvenient, not after our first interaction at least." Montjoy had been gentle presence, one that had only arrived to help. If only to calm the deep-seated tension in both of their hearts. "He appeared when he was needed, driving home a point of understanding that neither of us could convey on our own, and faded back to your shadow." Violet set her utensils down, finally finished with her meal. Akame had fluttered over, chirping as she landed on her shoulder. Violet watched Elora, her only eye taking in the way the other girl looked. Pale, minty green hair, and soft

"It's not a talent Freyd, it's using the right tool for the job --", "...and a tool is only so good as its wielder's skill and devotion," he added, finishing the thought while gratefully accepting her assistance. Listening as she dissembled and downplayed her own way of living, Freyd simply shook his head dismissively. "My life has too much structure. Even though I go to lengths to keep it changing, my constant focus on business lends to its predictability. You would never normally find me doing... this. Which is precisely why I need to do so." A strange sense of serenity pervaded Fr

A cry echoed through the foggy woodlands. The ground was damp and strewn with leaves that crunched beneath the swordsman's boots. His sight was limited to a small radius, a thick blanket of haze preventing him from looking any further. He thought he had been there before, but in a horror novel he'd read a dozen times as a teenager. It had a simple plot: a young girl and her dog move into a relative's house in the middle of a forest and spooky things happen. The stark difference was that he had no dog; rather, he held a sword. It comforted him throughout his chilling escape from Glyndebour

"YOU WHAT?!", Elora exclaimed, her bouquet nearly splatting into smithereens on the ground. "Pre-packaged meals have been the norm for me, for as long as I can recall..." "They have for me too -- but I haven't tried to use a sword as a COOKING UTENSIL!", she stressed as if saying the words louder would attribute more sense to their application. "You need to learn how to prep properly, good god --" Elora intercepted him, lacing a hand around his arm to tow him up from the floor. "Show me all these special talents you have hidden away. I can't wait to learn.", he encouraged in

Laughter filled the room as Freyd nearly busted a gut at her suggestion. It took a while before he could even mouth any words. "Haine tried to teach me to cook once," he finally eked out between gasps. "I used a sword art on a bunch of veggies and nearly destroyed half her kitchen." A cautionary wave of his hand dismissed any notion that he knew the first thing about the valued trade, or that he was making any fun over her suggestions. "Pre-packaged meals have been the norm for me, for as long as I can recall. If you say you know how to make these things, then please teach me. I'll

Elora's ears flicked upwards as her eyes ignited with unbridled excitement. "The wild roses!", she shouted with arms shooting forward to accept the gift, "I've been keeping my eye on them and waiting for them to bloom--" A chain of memories too long to recount was quickly curtailed as she shoved her entire face into the heart of the bouquet. With one comically large inhale, she drew in her breath to savor the sweetness of their scent. If she were a cartoon character, the buds would likely be shooting out of her ears. "One of the few things they managed to get right...", she sighed contentedly.

All he could do was offer another nod of affirmation. There was no reason for her to thank him, but she extended gratitude in spite of that. If she acts this indebted to everyone, she's gonna be taken advantage of., he found himself assuming. Maybe that's unfair., came the immediate reflection. It seemed nonsensical to praise her capabilities one moment only to ridicule them the next. He just couldn't shake the feeling that she was someone who needed protection. She seemed...too bright for the world, too uplifting with the gravity of their current circumstances. The instinct was unfounded and

ph ---- Looting Sundered Blight Wolf 3: 2520*Col 4*Materials T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #223144a T4 Perfect Consumable #223144b T4 Perfect Consumable #223144c

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The wolf lunged before Katoka could react properly. She only managed to draw her katana before it's jaws clamped down over the blade, sending sparks flying from it's mouth. Using all her strength she only just managed to yank her weapon free and kick the monster back to put some distance between them. Only then did the name of the mob appear above it's head for her to read, 'Sundered Blight Wolf'. The animal jumped once again and left Kat to move on the defensive, smacking her sword into the side of it's head in order to deflect it's attacks. She moved and danced through the trees, not ge

Panicked eyes shot towards the beast left standing. It chuffed a breath of air from it's snout and stepped forward to sniff the bodies of it's companions. The samurai had a better view of the growths on the wolf's side as it did this, seeing veins of black that snaked through the red crystals and into the flesh of the creature. "I need to get out of here." she thought to herself, "Before this thing decides it wants something fresh to eat." The wolf whipped it's head up and glared at Katoka, as if it could hear her thoughts right then and there. A growl creeped up it's throat and rumbled f

With that she heard a growling noise in the distance, growing louder as three white wolves emerged from seemingly nowhere. Katoka slowing began to back away as the creatures padded over to the meat. Two of them stopped at the haunch of meat that was covered in the gross concoction of pheromones, crystal, and what she assumed to be blight. Kat had stepped back slowly several feet to put some distance between her and the hungry monsters. She had wanted to destroy the trap before anything had been drawn to it, but at this point that would have just made the wolves attack her outright. The th

Tapping the outside a windowed display opened, revealing the name of the item in the jar. "Sundered Embers?" she asked aloud, "What the hell does that mean?" Her eyes were now drawn to the dripping vial nearby. Placing the jar in her inventory she approached the tree once again, this time leaning in to tap the side of the glass to being up the item name without getting too close. A window appeared once again and Kat had to squint to read the tiny frame. "Brew of Blighted Pheromones. This is... an alchemist brewed this." Kat stepped back, trying to process the information she was taking in

She cursed to herself for not being able to hear them fully and at the men for being smart. One thing was certain though, they were both players. Kat wasn't sure if this had disturbed her more or less yet. Stepping out from behind the trees the woman approached the contraption they had set up. Whatever was dripping onto the meat below seemed to make an odd pulse spread through the ground every tie it dripped down. She got as close as she could before stopping a foot or so from the meat. Just to her left the jar that the cloaked man had pulled out was sitting, seemingly forgotten in his ha

Katoka stopped at a tree and peered around, finally laying eyes on the two individuals she had been hearing for the past several minutes. One was short and stout, wearing what looked like a skull mask and looking about with wild eyes. The other was tall, wearing a hooded cape that covered their face. The hooded one seemed to be positioning what looked like various cuts of meat on the ground and hanging from the tree. The samurai arched a brow as she watched him work, confused as to what he was doing. Next he uncorked a jar and took what looked like a pair a medical forceps from a pouch o