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They came rushing outwards and around, fleeing beneath its form as if a fly to a beast. It felt contempt as they moved around it, bit at it, gnawed upon its flesh. It felt the contempt shift to frustration - not anger, these things deserved no anger. Frustration as they tried to draw its attention towards them. It could feel the bit of tooth and claw, like insects sliding between its glorious scales. Wushen ignored their cries, their attempts to draw it out. It wanted nothing more than to lash out uncontrollably at the little fleas around its body, but something held it back. It was not

They came rushing outwards and around, fleeing beneath its form as if a fly to a beast. It felt contempt as they moved around it, bit at it, gnawed upon its flesh. It felt the contempt shift to frustration - not anger, these things deserved no anger. Frustration as they tried to draw its attention towards them. It could feel the bit of tooth and claw, like insects sliding between its glorious scales. Wushen ignored their cries, their attempts to draw it out. It wanted nothing more than to lash out uncontrollably at the little fleas around its body, but something held it back. It was not

"It was arson," Percival replied simply. Brienne lifted a hand, as if she might pat down the alchemist's mounting anger. "Percival," she said, "you can't throw an accusation around like that without proof." Percival's brown eyes flashed behind his half-moon spectacles. "Accusation? Proof? I have proof. The entire place reeked of lamp oil." "Could one of your people accidentally knocked a lamp over? The oil is so flammable, and-" "My people are careful." Percival's red-hot fury had cooled into something hard and cold - somehow, that was far scarier. "My people don't just spr

The Ronbaru Roundtable The theater was spectacular. It left no question as to why it was one of the city’s crown jewels, drawing crowds even when no shows performed on-stage. While the library attracted the scholars, the theater seduced the poets, the romantics, the artists, and those who simply felt “found” among the velvet-covered seats. Everything from comedy acts to operas marched across the marquee, and patrons always left feeling just a bit lighter than when they’d entered. Of course, some of that came from the beauty of the building itself. The space was magnificent, with lush carp

The floodgates lay open. Out poured the efforts of the Players who stood valiant on the Frontlines, a torrent of hopes, fears, dreams, and aspirations that flowed into the maw of Oblivion. Wushen stared beyond them. What it wanted, they couldn't possibly give. It felt nothing but fleeting futility, attempts to divert the current course. Pleasure, pain, two sides of a coin with obscure faces, both currency that the beast simply could not differentiate. Would not. Had no desire to. They fell upon him as gnats swarming fruit, drawn in by the overripe and pungent stench of garbage

Its ruminations were disrupted. The beast could feel them on all sides, but until that precise moment, it had considered them unnecessary to regard. Suddenly, the silence was filled with… noise. Wushen reared its head and its lambent, pupil-less gaze strained in desperation to isolate the source of all of the sound. Myriad faceless vermin swarming beneath it offered distinguishable discord, but one Harpy's shrill cry irritated above the rest. Where until this point nothing had garnered attention, now Wushen glowered directly down at Nari. Power coalesced around the Avatar of Annihil

They came en masse. Yet another cadre of deluded adventurers, would-be heroes in search of their fairy tale ending. And an ending they would have, though perhaps not the one that fit with their ideal. This group was not so loud as one of the others, and not quite as troublesome as the last. Still, they were vexing in their own way, and they demanded attention. Wushen passed a silent snort of indignation. The heaviest of sighs heralded a wave of frigid air, a creeping chill that crawled across the skin of those who stood in the presence of the All-Consuming. Its gaze flickered across them

Event Closed Tallying Team Scores... 5450 Words Total 272.5*(T) (3 Post requirement is being ignored) Team A - 31 Points Dealt / 18 Shield Points = Took -1 Damage Team B - 17 Points Dealt / 6 Shield Points = Took 25 Damage TEAM A WINS @Jomei T.10 5 Posts(6 Shield) 2725 EXP @Nari-Lanreth T.8 5 Posts(12 Shield) 2180 EXP @Hirru T.9 1 Post 2453 EXP @Jevi

Please Proceed to Designated Party Threads Team Freyd Freyd, Hirru, Morningstar, Katoka, Elora, Mina Team Nari-Lanreth Nari-Lanreth, Jomei, Lessa, Ariel, Krysta, Vigilon Team NIGHT NIGHT, Koga, Crozeph, Alkor, Zandra, Hidden

In the beginning, there was darkness. Nothingness. The void consumed all, and thus in paradoxical creation, it brought all together. From darkness sprang the light, and all things bathed in that radiance took form. Against that unwanted creation, Darkness Raged. That ephemeral hatred gave rise to a blasphemy, a creature that mirrored the elements that sprang forth from the void, a vengeful mockery of the powers that gave life. The origin of life, and it's inevitable end. Wushen, the Warlord of the Elements. Long since sealed, the manner in which his miasma was brought to heel has bee

In the beginning, there was darkness. Nothingness. The void consumed all, and thus in paradoxical creation, it brought all together. From darkness sprang the light, and all things bathed in that radiance took form. Against that unwanted creation, Darkness Raged. That ephemeral hatred gave rise to a blasphemy, a creature that mirrored the elements that sprang forth from the void, a vengeful mockery of the powers that gave life. The origin of life, and it's inevitable end. Wushen, the Warlord of the Elements. Long since sealed, the manner in which his miasma was brought to heel has bee

In the beginning, there was darkness. Nothingness. The void consumed all, and thus in paradoxical creation, it brought all together. From darkness sprang the light, and all things bathed in that radiance took form. Against that unwanted creation, Darkness Raged. That ephemeral hatred gave rise to a blasphemy, a creature that mirrored the elements that sprang forth from the void, a vengeful mockery of the powers that gave life. The origin of life, and it's inevitable end. Wushen, the Warlord of the Elements. Long since sealed, the manner in which his miasma was brought to heel has bee

The cavern falls into silence once more as the last of the words of power, shared by the various city leaders, leaves Hirru’s lips. A moment passes, the anxiety of another incorrect attempt to clear the silent body of Stoneheart out of the way. A thin layer of fog begins to rise from the cracks in the surface, creating a stagnant pool of mist that gathered at the Players’ feet. Slowly, it begins to swirl and flow in the direction of the felled labyrinth boss. As it passes through and around the stone golem, one could almost swear they heard faint, overlapping whispers in a language unkno

The cavern was as silent as a grave. The brave guardian, felled in battle, remained propped in front of the boss room door. Nothing moved. The boss fight will not begin until the room has been accessed. Once the correct action has been taken, the preparation phase will begin. At that point, Players will have approximately 72 hours to make their final preparations. Players may also post their preparations now, and speak/act freely until the door is opened.

The slowly fading screams of a man’s voice as they were tossed over the edge of the ship caught Captain Loughran’s attention. While most of the players saw the threat that the Captain and his crew posed to them and the crew of the Duchess, one female player decided they wanted to continue playing the hero. His features twisted into a face of rage, the sound of each pounding step with his heavy boots bringing with it a fear that he would step right through the deck of the ship. “I guess someone didn’t learn their lesson the first time.” The large Captain would allow the tip of his axe to drag a

The Pirate master scoffed at the petite, blonde girl's question. "What did Daemon do to me, she asks.." he says to himself before ejecting his arms outwards to either side. "THIS is what Daemon TOOK from me." The pirate continues to scan his surroundings, not looking at the players, or the staff, but the ship itself with a disgusted scowl locked on his face. "They stole my ship, right out of the dock, and turned it into this.. This prudish cruise for the wealthy upper class." that disdain still ringing in their voice, he would spit upon the wooden floorboards at his feet. "Abandoned my

Act 3R: A Change of Plans | Twilight The players continue to enjoy a night of peace and relaxation upon the deck of the sky ship, as it sails upwards out of the city's airspace and closer to the clouds above - once white and whispy, now dark without the sun's light reflecting off of them. Below the deck, doors swing open as multiple servers emerge holding large trays in their hands. This train of NPCs continues through the lower deck, up the stairs, and to the read end of the ship, where they would begin to set up stations for the party-goers to choose and enjoy their main course for the

"Chocolate milk?" The woman behind the bar asked, her deep, maroon hair tied into a tight bun on the back of her head. "An.. unusual request, but I can ask the kitchen if we can make that." Even as a virtual entity, usually amongst others with scripted dialogue and actions, she sounded sincere, almost human in her response to, hopefully, fulfill the player's request for a warm mug of chocolate milk. - @Crozeph Act 2: Peaceful, Landonian Skies | Sunset Music continues to play throughout the sky ship, with no visible musicians or source to track it to. Musical Ambience Standing

Finals: @Lessa vs @NIGHT @Morningstar vs @Astralin ((Permission to use @Baldur to run the tournament has been given by the player)) With the rise of the sun on a new day came the excitement and anticipation of the final rounds of the Valentines Day Tournament. Many players, either past participants who lost their matches, or those completely invested in the sport, had spent the night within Baldur's estate, utilizing the various, spare rooms he had made available for the occasion. As various faces began to emerge from the sleeping chambers, they were greeted with the wafti

In the streets below, fires that resembled the resistance of Galtea against the tyranny and oppression of the Ladonian Monarchy continued to rage on. The Ifrit hung in the sky looming over the masses and clung there, casting its shadow and dominion over them all. A heavy hole in its side, smoldering with the wreckage of one of its own. The hanger littered with shrapnel, the remains of a ship that had breached this impenetrable fortress. Empty and all that lingered was the tiny star like fractals still dancing through the air, remnants of the forces that be that would halt this rebellion.

A Night Amongst The Stars Valentine's Day Gala To the adventurers of Aincrad, liberators of Landonia and her people As thanks for everything you have done for this city in troubling times, We would like to give you all a once in a lifetime experience A trip above the clouds on our most luxurious skyship, la Duchesse Sincère A private party in your honor will be hosted on the deck of the ship, With grandiose views of the sunset, and dinner under the stars. Of course there will be dancing, libations, and other pleasantries to make your evening one never to be forgotten.

Snowball Fight Ah, the fourth floor. Miles of pristine white snow, towering fir trees, and tranquil frozen lakes. It’s easy to see why it is considered a favorite floor. Perhaps that explains why, when a mass invitation went out to all Players on one unassuming Wednesday afternoon, so many heeded the call. Upon acceptance of the invitation, a map marker led Players to a snow-covered field, bordered on all four sides by trees. Huge snow drifts marked the locations of possible snow forts, were the participants daring enough, and the trees provided additional cover. A chilly, but not altoget

Snowball Fight BASICS Welcome to the SAO-RPG snowball fight! This event is meant to encourage site activity across the site through the closure of threads, but also to bring everyone together in a fast-paced, lighthearted snowball fight. After sign-up, Players will be assigned one of two teams (team names will be decided by the participants themselves, and unique team roles will be given on Discord!). The goal is to deal as much “damage” to the other team without taking too much yourselves. Don’t worry - the event will not pose any real threat to your characters! In-game, the event prot

Tensions were quickly increasing from inside of the main control room as the rodents that infested his ship had made their way forward. Fear did not fill the Grand Imperator's eyes, instead, anger. Who did these pests think they were to filthy his kingdom? To threaten his throne? The sounds of cannons firing would become audible and earn a glare from the Ladonian ruler. "What was that? I certainly hope that it wasn't my own cannons being fired." The passive aggression would cause his pilots to become pale. "I will shut off power to all cannons immediately your Grace." Pacing through the contro

A face that faded like a Cheshire cat, grinning wide and predatory in mien. Her assailant gave no words or promises. The deal was left undone as she stepped back to be swallowed by the rain. A flash of white lightning, seconds later, revealed nothing but the crackle of thunder and tingle of static in charged air. The place felt of murder and loss and sorrowful tragedy. It felt wrong, tainted by envy and futility that had cost too many lives, and at least one that might have been. A hug was desperately needed, but none remained to give or receive it, save NIGHT alone, and her insides were