Bahr

As the boy left, another youth entered the shop and made herself known. Seemed she was looking for some sort of item fusion. Luckily, Bahr had had some practice with regards to fusion thanks to that asshole Oz always coming around and demanding freebies. He inspected the pieces she'd lain out for him, and eyed her as she went to inspect the rest of the store's wares. She'd found the dresses, it seemed. The garments she'd selected were both fine specimens in their own right. Identical in every way but name and description. The desired direction she was going with it, in the end, was obviou

Mind the girl? He eyed the NPC curiously, still stuck in her sobbing routine on loop. No, I don't think I will. Slow, long strides carried Bahr from one room to the next, where it seemed his companions were already embroiled in frenetic combat, appendages thrown amid Swort Arts against more NPCs like seasoning sprinkled into a mushroom sauté. His saunter brought him between the injured baddies, and a simple motion traced a crimson semicircle around his form and through them. Two more fractal combustions heralded their end. "Crying in the first room stopped," Bahr noted, the

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"Actually, I still need at least this one." Bahr takes back ID: 192100-B.

"Hey, uh, I'd like to get some armor if possible?" The words stirred Bahr from his inner monologue his senses coming back to the present kicking and screaming. He regarded the young fellow with an absent look and a slow blink. Those aware of Bahr's more brooding personality quirks may have assumed he were scheming or otherwise fuming over something he couldn't control. Far from it. In this instance, he'd been staring at the same two fabrics for over an hour, and couldn't decide between the two of them for a project he'd been working on. One was a rick velvet violet, whereas the other

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In the same instant she drew her knife, she'd find the distance closed, and the tip of Forgotten King's Spite resting gently against the edge of her blade. Crimson and verdant orbs would pierce through the shade and form a connection with hers, ennui keeping his expression and tone dispassionate as he carefully enunciated the proclamation, "Not a fight you want, and not one I aimed to start." Though the indifference in his stare indicated there was no harm intended, his gaze would not leave hers until that little toy was put away. "You’ve got a death wish or something?" What a squeaky li

Bahr smiled as his arm interlocked with Mac's, but it was to be a short reunion. No sooner had they coalesced their recognition with one another than the meeting started underway in earnest. Bahr quickly found his seat alongside Mac, and buckled in for the explanation from Freyd and any relevant information he may have seen fit to share. He listened intently as the man shared his experience with the crowd, waiting for some actionable intel to land, and then it just... didn't. Apprehensively, Bahr's mismatched eyes darted back and forth, looking for reactions from his comrades. It was suc

While others may have found themselves uncomfortable within such a setting, Bahr was right at home. To the contrary, he found that the more ostentatious venues were the ones that filled him with unease. Here, the depravity and hopelessness made the danger easy to pick out, and he could make out where trouble might come from before it was in his face. There was no effort made by the denizens of this wretched squalid locale to hide who they were. Bahr had found that, when surrounded by the folks who tried their hardest to look their best at all times, he could never truly tell which had their bl

Had been quite some time, but Bahr was back up to his bullshit. Seeing as his consumables stock had run low, he surmised that now was a proper time to mobilize on a solid restock. Demian had always been the guy when it came to his food needs, at least ever since he and Oscar had had their falling out. Suffice to say, considering the cook was mobile, it wasn't quite as convenient as just walking next door to get his hands on some food. But Demian's quality was worth the search. "Long time no see," he said, regarding the cook with a nod. "I'll take some of these."

"So this is the spot I've been hearing all about," Bahr mused as he swung the door wide, heavy steps carrying him inward and toward the bartop Oz was tending. "Who would have guessed they'd have a rat running the place? Figured the health department might have a problem with that sort of thing." Bahr let himself behind the counter, perusing the various bottles as Oz stood motionless, his grey orbs affixed steadfast against the glass he was polishing in his hands. Bahr smirked and let loose a huff of amusement, slowly making his way closer and closer to the barkeep with each meandering ste

My, they were a sociable bunch. Bahr's mismatched eyes scanned the gaggle of Frontliners as he skulked his way into the room, taking care to avoid any eye contact lest be find himself drawn into some conversation he had no desire to be a part of. It wasn't that they were bad people. They were just... not his type. Many of the faces he found were ones he knew, but there were a few that eluded his recognition. There would be time for introductions after Bahr had decided whether or not he truly intended to stick around. A part of him was already feeling like coming out of his short-lived 're

Bahr walked in silence beside her, his boots hitting the ground with a rhythm as steady as the thoughts churning in his mind. When she'd taken her seat on that vacant bench outside the makeshift prison, he'd felt every compulsion to console her. To take a seat beside her and rub her back, tell her everything was going to be alright. A hand absently extended to do just that, but was retracted before she'd feel its warmth. The platitude would have been as useless as it was dishonest; nothing was a guarantee when it came to this cult and its aberrant ideology. All of that aside, it was no longer

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Bahr inspected the garments, then poured over the form Morningstar had provided which detailed the desired final product. Bahr couldn't rightly say he didn't appreciate the direction Star was going with this, even if it wasn't really his cup of tea. But then again, was it Morningstar's cup of tea, either? "An easy enough task," he decided, before retrieving both vestments and retreating to his little workshop in the back room. After some time (and a bit of swearing, which may or may not have been audible from the showroom), Bahr returned with the finished product. It was a beautiful

One Gleaming Scale and one Demonc Shard sent to Banker. Submitting request to fuse the following items: Name: Garment of Gluttony (+2) Your Profession: Merchant Your Rank: 5 Acquisition Roll ID: 227319B Identification Roll ID: #229309 LD: 19 Light Momentum #229328 BD: 10 | CD: 8+1=9 | LD: 13 VampDef (1st Appraiser reroll) #229329 LD: 19 Light Momentum (2nd Appraiser reroll) Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Light Momentum II | Vampiric Defense Description: "In gluttony, as in love, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision." Post Link: https:/

His eyes narrowed as he heard that grating voice booming over the doorbell, and a sigh escaped his lips. It seemed the green asshole was back. Wasn't a single, agonizing visit enough to get whatever the fuck he was trying to do out of his system? He stared blankly as Oz explained something about "goons" that Bahr had supposedly sent after him, cocking his head in mild confusion. "Sincerely, I don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about. Maybe people are after you because you're a dick. I can't be the only one that hates you." Then there was the items. No further word, no noth

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More people, more people. So many people, lately. And this one had a name that stuck out like a sore thumb. His eyes narrowed as she struggled to spit out her order, unfocused eyes scanning some sort of note it seemed she had made for herself. Something about the practice, and her, pissed Bahr off. Perhaps it was because she'd had the audacity to use that name. Not like she would have known any better. For a moment, he considered barking at her to use the order form that was plainly visible from where she stood. But she was a low level, and Bahr had decided long ago that he'd do what

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There was skepticism in Bahr's eye as he inspected first the custom order form, and then the woman who had given it to him. Based on what she was wearing, basically anything would have done better. He waved his hand through the air as though to dismiss the notion of payment. "Always on the house for noobs." With that, he retreated to his crafting room in the back and got to work. Within only a few minutes, he had a craft which fit the criteria for her request. He brought it out to her for inspection, laying it across the counter. "Red seems your color. We can always tell our own

Bahr offers up the following for Jackpot. Dragon's Breath (x10) [CRAFTER'S RESPITE] IDs: 192096 | 192098-A | 192098-B | 192098-C | 192100-A | 192100-B | 192100-C | 192108 | 192118-A | 192118-B

Bahr scrunched his facial features as he thumbed through his inventory until he came across something old. Something forgotten. He tapped the item and, a moment later it had materialized in his palms. He rolled the item over within his digits, inspecting it for any use. So far as he could tell, there was no use that he had for it. The description gave him the impression that it would straight up kill Swine Bajesus. He dropped it on the ground. No use hanging onto something like that. Ghost Treat (acquired here) If you already have a familiar, the treat can be fed to it to change it

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"See, was that so hard?" You have no idea. Though Bahr kept his mouth shut, so as to not invite more provocation or threatening from his interlocutor, his face said it all. He'd never been the sort to be capable of properly hiding his emotions. Strewn across his visage, the amalgamation of things he was feeling, and his intent, were abundantly clear. Were we not here, I'd be hurting you as much as you just hurt me. Then, a newcomer. The doorbell chimed, an announcement of their arrival. A petite woman, perhaps a bit straightlaced, but with a good eye for fashion. A welcome