Ariel - The Crowned Lion

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The world narrowed to a line. Belregor’s arm swept back; the gathered Black spilled through his fist like starless tide. The beam tore the coast open—sand, stone, and air hammered flat into a scorched seam. Ariel was already moving: heel set, hip turned, profile thinned to a blade. The blast skimmed past with a pressure that tried to pull her ribs out through her back. It took two, maybe three, lives in its path—none of them hers. Light touched her shoulder. Violet’s handprint blossomed—clean, prismatic, precise—then dissolved into her weapon. The glow ran the length of the saya

The first tremor reached her through the soles of her feet—subtle at first, then violent enough to send her balance tilting. She didn’t need to see the wave of force; the hiss of displaced air told her enough. She slid her right foot back, the lacquered hem of her kimono sweeping over sand as she lowered her stance. The pressure hit like a wall. Her grip shifted, left hand bracing the saya against her hip as she angled the blade’s flat forward—not to block, but to cut the air around her. It wasn’t force she could truly parry, but the smallest slipstream could mean the difference betw

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

roll ID# 248092 | CD: 5 +2 +8 LD: 11 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248093 | LD: 13 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248093a, 248093b, 248093c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248093d, 248093e, 248093f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 387/499 | 359 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 27 | 26 +1 Gleaming Scales: 7 | 6 +1

roll ID# 248092 | CD: 5 +2 +8 LD: 11 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248093 | LD: 13 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248093a, 248093b, 248093c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248093d, 248093e, 248093f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 387/499 | 359 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 27 | 26 +1 Gleaming Scales: 7 | 6 +1

Shadows clung to Ariel like a second skin as she watched Freyd’s drunken stumble transform into terrifying precision. The Ripper’s chain-hook flew—SHINK—only to be caught mid-air by a hand moving faster than sober logic allowed. A big chunk of the boss’s HP vanished in a spray of pixelated gore. Even pickled he's lethal, she acknowledged, sending the teleport crystal back into the inventory. Kimba’s low growl vibrated through their bond: Focus. Rotting meat and rusted chains filled the air. The Ripper reeled, chains acting like a death rattle. Ariel’s moment crystallized. No flourish

roll ID# 248045 | CD: 4 +2 +8 LD: 14 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248046 | LD: 8 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248046a, 248046b, 248046c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248046d, 248046e, 248046f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 359/499 | 331 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 22 | 21 +1 Gleaming Scales: 6 | 5 +1

roll ID# 248042 | CD: 6 +2 +8 LD: 4 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248043 | LD: 20 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248043a, 248043b, 248043c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248043d, 248043e, 248043f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 331/499 | 303 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 17 | 16 +1 Gleaming Scales: 5 | 4 +1

roll ID# 248039 | CD: 1 +2 +8 LD: 9 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248040 | LD: 16 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248040a, 248040b, 248040c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248040d, 248040e, 248040f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 303/499 | 275 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 12 | 11 +1 Gleaming Scales: 4 | 3 +1

roll ID# 248036 | CD: 6 +2 +8 LD: 8 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248037 | LD: 10 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248037a, 248037b, 248037c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248037d, 248037e, 248037f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 275/499 | 247 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 10 | 9 +1 Gleaming Scales: 3 | 2 +1

roll ID# 248033 | CD: 7 +2 +8 LD: 17 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248034 | LD: 19 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248034a, 248034b, 248034c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248034d, 248034e, 248034f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 247 | 219 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 5 | 4 +1 Gleaming Scales: 2 | 1 +1

roll ID# 248030 | CD: 6 +2 +8 LD: 2 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248031 | LD: 9 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248031a, 248031b, 248031c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248031d, 248031e, 248031f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 219 | 191 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 1

Initial Application: [original post] | [1] Selling Room: Yard2 | Herbalist Hut | "Advanced Training" | Dracul | 25000 Room(s) Being Added: Greenhouse [Dracul] -> Yard2 Room(s) Being Upgraded: Greenhouse -> Herbalist Hut Total Cost: 6250col [25,000 - 25,000*0.75(refund)]

TEXT Ariel | HP: 960/960 | EN: 114/114 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | Gathering/Loot Checks: +8 CD / +16 LD Fishing R3 : "Adept Angler" CD 5*+ | 1 Material LD 10+ | Find Fishing Treasure Chest +2 LD -> (additional roll) open Fishing Treasure Chest (additional roll) Fishing attempts: +3 EXP | Successful catches: +8 EXP | Critical catches (treasure chests/Gleaming Scales): +16 EXP Ornate Fishing Pond| +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD &

Caching «Jukusu + Sakana» - T4 Demonic Feast | ACC II, Protein II | ID: 247994 into Gungir's Shard# 247996: Gungnir's Shard Source: Jukusu + Sakana - T4 Demonic Feast | ACC II, Protein II | ID: 247994 Source:

Purchased | Gungir's Shard#247996 | [10 Mon] Caches and expends a craftable consumable. The item to be cached must be submitted to a player's evaluation thread. Once confirmed, players may use the item to provide a buff to their characters once per thread. Other players can be affected by this item’s effects (eg. feasts, mass healing crystals), but the item cannot be used in combat. This item is tradable until an item has been evaluated on it, and a character can never own more then 1 evaluated Gungir's Shard at a given time. This item can be reset by paying 100,000 col to have it reset

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Ariel watched from a curtain of hanging moss, motionless as the stones beneath the forest floor. Dracul and Sewallus stood locked in their duel of wills, their howls tangling in the rain-soaked air. The Monkey King’s hesitation was a frayed thread. She would cut it. She moved. Not with Shadowflame’s hunger—not yet—but with Shirajishi-ryū’s lethal grace. Her blade slid from the saya without sound, a sliver of darkness against the gloom. She struck low and deep, aiming for the tendon behind the beast’s knee. Shink. Black blood sprayed. The beast howled, buckling. Not enough.

The damp air clung to Ariel's indigo kimono as she approached Remington's firepit. The zoologist hunched over his sketches, pipe smoke coiling around his head like a shroud. At her side, Kimba's white fur bristled at the scent of fear-sweat and damp parchment. "Here to interrogate the coward?" Remington rasped, not looking up. His quill stabbed at a rendering of simian musculature, ink bleeding like old wounds. "The Monkey King's patterns," Ariel stated. Moss muffled her footsteps, but the inverted V of her crimson cape caught the dim light like a warning flag. A bitter laugh. "

She hasn't been inside the main setlement of floor 1 for a while, things remained... unchanged. At least that was what she would see from the rooftops at first glace, in a sprint towards the marker on her HUD. She would land in front of the restaurant that was in fact NOT a hot dog stand, as the name suggested. She exited her stealth state and walked inside, greeting the owner: "Hello, I need to following..." she said with a smile, leaving a piece of paper on the counter with some jotted scribbles saying: She then fiddles with her interface and transfers 1x Demonic shard to the ow

Florenthia Village hung suspended in the eighth floor’s eternal twilight, a tapestry of rope bridges and treehouse platforms woven into colossal trunks wider than castle keeps. Ariel paused beneath a cathedral of leaves, her blue kimono—dyed the deep indigo of midnight oceans—glistening with perpetual drizzle. The inverted V of her crimson cape pooled like spilled wine down her back, its edges frayed from battles fought in darker floors. At her side, Kimba the lioness pressed close, white fur damp and ears twitching at every rustle in the understory eighty feet below. The air tasted of we

Kimba’s ear twitched first. Ariel’s gaze snapped from her familiar’s lazy grooming to the figure stumbling toward the pinned coordinates. Wobbly gait. Slurred hum. She knew that walk—not injury, but intoxication. Impossible. SAO’s systems filtered alcohol’s effects; players tasted wine but never felt its bite. Yet here was Freyd, hiccuping into the autumn night, pajama-clad with a sword scraping cobblestones. Ariel melted from the shadows. "Are you drunk?" No disapproval—raw, hopeful intensity. Her eyes scanned his glazed expression, the loose sway of his shoulders. Real buzz. Memori

The trek back was quieter, save for the soft shuffling of hatchlings clustering close, trusting in the steady rhythm of footsteps and the calm presence that had saved them. At the entrance to the lair, the wounded mother stirred. Fuzziel’s eyes brightened the instant she caught sight of her brood—an unspoken relief flooding through her scarred features. She lowered her head respectfully toward the group, voice trembling with gratitude. “You have returned my children… my hope.” Her breath was ragged, but her tone carried the strength of a mother’s enduring will. A pause followed