Dracul

roll ID# 248094 | CD: 2 +1 +3 LD: 14 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 122/149 | 94 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 31 | 27 +4

roll ID# 248089 | CD: 12 +1 +3 LD: 15 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 122/149 | 94 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 26 | 22 +4

roll ID# 248044 | CD: 10 +1 +3 LD: 19 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 94/149 | 66 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 21 | 17 +4

roll ID# 248041 | CD: 6 +1 +3 LD: 8 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R1 : "Novice Forager" LD 14+ | +1 Material CD: 6*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 66/49 | 38 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 16 | 12 +4 Level up! «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material

roll ID# 248038 | CD: 10 +1 +3 LD: 1 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 11-14 | +1 Materials «Foraging» R1 : "Novice Forager" LD 14+ | +0 Material CD: 6*+ | +0 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 38/49 | 38 +0 Total Mats: 11 | 10 +1

roll ID# 248035 | CD: 12 +1 +3 LD: 9 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R1 : "Novice Forager" LD 14+ | +1 Material CD: 6*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 38/49 | 10 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 9 | 5 +4

roll ID# 248032 | CD: 1 +1 +3 LD: 6 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R1 : "Novice Forager" LD 14+ | +1 Material CD: 6*+ | +0 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 10/49 | 0 +8+2 Total Mats: 4 | 1 +3

More text Dracul | HP: 760/760 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 1 | MIT:152 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:42 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 11-14 | 1 Material LD 15+ | 2 Materials «Foraging» R1 : "Novice Forager" LD 14+ | 1 Material CD: 6*+ | +1 extra Material Foraging attempts: +3 EXP | Successful catches: +8 EXP | Critical Forage (additional materials/Demonic Shards): +16 EXP Herbalist Hut | +2 Foraging EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. «Foragi

Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248011 CD: 2 +1 LD: 11 Salvage Success (1) 5 (+3 Ambition) 2 248010 CD: 5 +1 LD: 20 Uncommon (3) 6 (+3 Ambition) 3 248009 CD: 9

The walk back to Florenthia was a procession of exhaustion and blood-stained rain. Maugre limped beside me, his amethyst cape shredded, pink hair plastered to a face still pale with shock. Sewallus carried the Monkey King’s severed fist wrapped in vines—a grim trophy that dripped black ichor onto the moss. Ariel walked ahead, her blue kimono torn at the sleeve but her posture unbent, Kimba a ghostly sentinel at her heels. Remington stood waiting at the village edge, pipe clenched between nicotine-stained teeth. His spectacles glinted in the gloom as he took in Sewallus’ burden. "Dead?" he

The forest’s breath felt heavy as wet wool against my skin. Sewallus walked at my shoulder, his battleaxe scraping against moss-covered roots with every step. Maugre trailed behind us, his bright cape snagging on ferns like a clumsy afterthought. The boy’s earlier swagger had dissolved into nervous silence. I could almost taste his fear—sharp as unripe berries. "Sewallus," I said, my voice cutting through the drumming rain. "When the Monkey King came for you—did it speak?" He stiffened. "Speak? No. It screamed." His knuckles whitened on his axe haft. "Like metal tearing. And its eyes

Rain kissed my cheekplate, cold and constant. Florenthia’s mossy edge yawned before me, the village’s rope bridges swaying like drunken ghosts in the gloom. Guardian’s Oath pulsed against my forearm—a low, warm thrum that echoed the forest’s own heartbeat beneath my boots. Roots listen here, Ariel had said. I felt them now, coiled and watchful in the wet earth. A sharp crack of snapping twigs. I whirled, shield rising. A boy emerged from ferns tall as spears. Pink hair curtained one yellow eye, absurd against the forest’s weeping greens. Amethysts glinted on his too-bright cape. Kimb

Transferring 1x Demonic Shard > @Ariel - The Crowned Lion

Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 247906 CD: 1 +1 LD: 15 Critical Failure (2) 4 (+3 Ambition) 2 247905 CD: 10 +1 LD: 19 Rare (3) 8 (+3 Ambition) 3 247904 CD:

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The rhythmic clang of hammer on anvil from the nearby smithy was a grating counterpoint to the new, far more offensive noise assaulting the besieged western gate. My fingers, meticulously layering powdered mending crystal along a stress fracture in a vanguard’s greave, faltered for a split second. A discordant wail, amplified by some infernal crystal, shredded the already oppressive atmosphere of rain and monstrous howls. "By the gods," I muttered, the words dripping with aristocratic disdain. I didn't need to look up to know the source. The garish techno beat and the piercing, artificial

A sinewy root coils around my left ankle, yanking me off balance. I stumble, toes scrabbling in the wet silt. The cavern walls loom like judges in black plate. Damp echoes dribble from glowing fungi above. I taste damp earth on my tongue and feel the weight of centuries bearing down on me. I wrench my foot free, every muscle burning with effort. The root snaps back into the dirt with a hollow thwack. My gauntlets ring as I tighten my grip on my weapon. Holy light pools along its rose‑etched edge, steadying my pulse. Blight’s slow poison still coils in my veins, but passive healing warms m

My boot slips as a slender vine lashes for my shin. Instinct drives me skyward, shield raised to intercept the strike. The root snaps like brittle wood against steel, showering fragments into the air. I twist on my heel, lunging forward as holy light surges from my sword’s rose‑etched edge. I taste the afterburn of healed pain—blight’s poison chased away by passive mending. Yet the memory of blood‑tang lingers. I will not let this be my undoing. The cavern’s air thrums with her heartbeat. Mother Nature darts aside—nimble despite her bark‑armoured bulk. I bring my blade swinging in a

I pivot on my heel as the tendrils writhe beneath my boots—born of living earth and hunger. My shield arm reflexively sweeps a thick root aside, its surface flaring emerald as holy light ripples across the rose‑etched steel. The vine snaps back, recoiling under the force. I taste the rush of victory—even as the blight’s slow poison coils in my veins. A low growl rumbles in the cavern’s heart. Mother Nature shifts stalk‑like forward, bark plating creaking with each step. I grit my teeth. My gauntlets rasp against my greatsword’s hilt. This moment must be ours. She launches toward me,

A voice echoes through the cavern’s depths—layered like wind through reed beds and stone grinding against root. It presses against my eardrums, ancient and unyielding: “You have my keys. You have come for my bounty. Prove you deserve it.” I raise my shield. Every fiber of my being tightens. The echo of that voice shudders through the stalagmites. I taste iron on my tongue. This is no apparition. This is a trial. Ariel and Millicent slip from the shadows at my sides—silent wraiths of promise and peril. Darius stands close, fists unclenched but ready. I inhale. Holy light pools around

I stand at the edge of the firelight, the glow casting sharp angles across my armor’s dark emerald trim. The cavern mouth yawns behind us, silent as a slumbering giant. My greatsword rests at my side—its weight familiar, grounding. In this moment of calm, I feel every rivet and plate pressing against my shoulders. Each breath draws in the forest’s damp chill, and I welcome it. It reminds me that I am alive. Ariel kneels by the stream, rinsing mud from her kimono. I watch her silhouette through the dancing sparks and think of the blade she wields. Shadowflame’s hunger still hums beneath he

It was unraveling before my eyes, bleeding light and fury, cracked open by Ariel’s impossible strike. The silver scar her blade had left across the lake’s reflection seemed to pulse, a wound in reality itself. My moment. The frustration, the near-misses, the electric burns—they coalesced into pure, focused rage. The greatword flared in my grasp, the blue rose motifs blazing with holy fire as I poured every ounce of strength into a final, desperate charge. "NOW! FINISH IT!" My voice ripped raw from my throat, less a command than a primal scream. Taneuma staggered, its star-core flickerin

Waterlogged and furious, I shoved Darius aside, his grip on my arm like a shackle I couldn’t bear. "I have this," I snarled, the words tasting of lakewater and ozone. Guardian’s Oath’s holy light flared along the rose-etched blade, a beacon in the charged gloom as I charged forward, silt spraying in great gouts from my heavy boots. Taneuma’s star-eyes burned a deeper, angrier crimson—Ariel’s insidious shadowflame still visibly gnawing at its crackling flank. Perfect. Let it bleed. With a roar that tore at my raw throat, I swung the massive greatsword in a blinding, overhead arc, the holy

Liquid light surged toward me—a tsunami of raw voltage roaring across the lake’s mirror surface. Guardian’s Oath flared in my grip, the rose-etched steel humming with holy energy as I planted my feet. Memories of Suterusu flashed: my sword swinging through empty air, knees sinking into mud while spectators jeered. Never again. The shield slammed down hard, carving a furrow in silt as blue rose motifs ignited. "OVER HERE, HORSIE!" Focused Howl tore from my throat—a sonic hook burying itself in Taneuma’s storm-core. Impact. White noise. Crushing force. Holy light flared around the shie

Ariel cut through this false paradise with blade-sharp precision, her form a dark stroke against the sickly-sweet greenery. I matched her pace, the emerald trim of my coat flaring like a challenge banner in the deceptive calm. This tranquility was poison. Even the moss trembled with the monster’s subterranean heartbeat, each pulse vibrating through my bootsoles. Darius pointed toward a crumbling bridge ahead, its timbers slick with emerald moss and rotten core. "Structural integrity seems compromised beyond safe parameters. I recommend a perimeter scan for a stable crossing alterna—" My l