Arabelle

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-I vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> POST ACTION: Missed.

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-I vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-B vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> POST ACTION: ST-I (Charge) vs Pallid Mask.

text. -> 246038: LD 7 + 9 = 16 + 28 = 44/30.

text. -> 246037: LD 19 + 9 = 28/30.

* * * margaret considers the novelty of adventuring lost to her. it is never worth it, all the hours of aimless walking, all the vain hope that there is anything at all for one to find in the direction they had undertaken. standard quests are like needles in haystacks in the vastness of the floors they are contained in, and cardinal's processing power can only go so far. it knows to play favorites. companions can double the odds, if not soothe one's boredom and frustration, only... margaret had the misfortune of being paired with jomei. as if she could have stood to fawn over a cheap

it's your favorite magical girl! ♡ <- previous thread: ope wide the gates! so they hide in a lighted corner where the shamblers cannot disturb and they wait for her wound to close. margaret hadn’t yet put away her weapons. outside, it’s raining. “you mind if i see that?" she tilts her head upwards and sees her partner looking curiously at the corkscrew opener. “not at all. catch.” she lightly tosses it over and hugs the other two weapons possessively close to her chest. they

purchasing 5 liquor of light for 15 mats.

damocles HOLY II, MADNESS II [AWAITING APPROVAL] | TIER 4 DEMONIC SCYTHE (AXE) | [state]: fused CELUI QUI S'ÉLÈVE ON L'ABAISSERA. this weapon takes the form of a black scythe, far larger than its wielder. its structure is noticeably warped, the defect most evident in the unusual curve of its rod and the sharp spear-like points that tip both ends of the handle, an unsteady grip, and a difficult weapon in the hands of all but its wielder's. when channeling sword arts, weapon and master are engulfed in a black flame. when spun once in the master's hand, the weapon folds itself into

i cast restoration on your shard and scale. [received.] [sending 1 demonic shard, 1 gleaming scale.]

gib. :< Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting*

so when i boo'ed morningstar with +74 stealth in that thread i also very sneakily slipped this order form into his pocket and now he finds himself strangely compelled to appraise it out of his unid pile. (this is a joke, staff. please don't kill me for godmodding.) damocles :: t4 demonic scythe (axe) :: holy 2 / w/e enhancements you got CELUI QUI S'ÉLÈVE ON L'ABAISSERA. this weapon takes the form of a black scythe, far larger than its wielder. its structure is noticeably warped, the defect most evident in the unusual curve of its rod and the sharp spear-like points that tip both ends

happy young men have perished at her shores. (not her fault! she swears, her pets are normally friendly!) and too many deaths draws unwanted eyes, see. foolhardy adventurers eager to triumph over disaster or evil. (and on the days where the guilt doesn’t eat her back, she doesn’t really see herself as a disaster or an evil. believe her, she’s trying to save everyone the effort.) so when trouble comes stumbling into town the play is peaceful misdirection. morningstar, as nostalgic as his face is, is capital ‘s’ on the trouble scale all by himself and capital ‘s++’ accounting

<- previous thread: ope wide the gates! next thread: rest on your laurels. -> a souvenir shop owner parked at the sixteenth's plaza tells her with a gentle shake of their head that a rowdy group of players dressed in party attire had teleported back that day and made an entire fiasco, grabbing every person they could find and hysterically recounting the event they had lived through, as if they themselves could hardly believe it had happened now that they were back on safe ground. a clerk at a local guild claims that none of them are foolish enough to punch above

they lost arabelle. y'ha-nthlei's curse blinded jomei's eyes -- and he was with her last, so who could really say? fortunately, the frontlines' newest troublemaker is just as careless with her contact and location. morningstar's tracking reveals arabelle sitting idle outside an abandoned church on top of a hill. she walks sightless, tracing a hand along a broken wall, the sound of the raging sea somewhere past the structures to her left. "any of you still awake?" in the sanctum, there is an open wound where a dozen monarchs once perched. it bled earlier; the

it's your favorite magical girl! ♡ weather-beaten walls. weeping winds and a dead non-person at the doorstep, dissolving center-first like a collapsing sinkhole. the scouting party gathers today around a rough-hewn conference table, dozens of maps, reports, loose-leafed journals, and salvaged local literature pooled around the immediate circle of light cast by an oil lamp. talk runs slow, but though corroborating every stray and supposed piece of floor 29's whole takes time, one who had already surveyed the lands themself really o

"there are far better pleasures in life than losing oneself in that foul drink, dear, how about i teach you some of those some other time?" (received. 1x1. nothing has changed but a process has occurred.)

EN 2 -> gathering: 243397: ld 13: fail.

EN 1 -> gathering: 243229: ld 18: +1 material.

2, 21-24

1, 17-20

2, 13-16

"he didn't do anything. "the forest was his charge, you see. and there was no way out but through." margaret scratches the underside of the small skeleton's chin as one would a pet. just the same, it tips its head back. none of her friends have the faculties the living rely on to express themselves. neither can they speak. they can comprehend her though, and communicate in their own ways -- they like to bend towards her like magnets to let her know they are listening. "wasted. all of it. the bear could never have walked in his forest again. what is the point of treasuring it from the