Bahr

Though Bahr and Oscar had been on the rocks a bit lately, his shop was terribly, conveniently close to Bahr's. And as Bahr had been getting back into hunting recently, he needed food. Copious, copious amounts of food. So much food that, were it possible to gain weight in Aincrad, Bahr was positive he'd be rolling into action as opposed to running at this point. Whatever the case, Oscar was close, Bahr needed food, and he knew the man wouldn't turn down hard col. So he strolled in, filled out various order forms, and left them on the counter. When the orders were finished, Oscar would know wher

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Charge R4 SP Refunded: 35 Cost: 35000

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Skill(s) Being Dropped: Meditation Mod(s) Being Dropped: Night Vision SP Refunded: 13 Cost: 13000 (sent to Banker)

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Name: Forgotten King's Spite ID: 170203 Roll: LD20 Item Type: One Handed Straight Sword Tier: 3 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Fallen | ACC | Paralyze | Bleed Description: The Guardian of the Castle has passed his blade along to you. Accept its wrath and use it for the betterment of Aincrad, lest it consume the remainder of your time. Post Link: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/20159-f21-sp-shatter/?do=findComment&comment=624356

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"You want to know something interesting?" Bahr mused as he strode into the shop. "I could have sworn I had at least five of these lying around. Can't seem to find them anywhere. Haven't heard of snacks growing legs and running away in Aincrad recently, have you? I'm not joking - stranger shit has happened in the past. I vaguely remember a fight against three extremely muscular..." Thinking better of it, Bahr cut himself off. "Ah... Anyways, here's your money. I appreciate being so quick with the delivery of these. I need them for where I'm going." Having likely fulfilled the word requirem

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Hello Aincrad! I am pleased to reveal to you the new and improved Player Request Board. It's been a while since we updated this section of of the website, and given recent changes to other sections of the website and some activity we've been made aware of, it's long overdue. I don't want you to worry - though these changes may seem a bit stiff at first, we believe that they will provide an extra layer of immersion to interactions between players, as well as close off some loopholes that have developed. Without further adieu, let's get into the meat of it. The new conventions fo

THIS EVALUATION IS FOR AN ITEM SUBMITTED TO DAGGER'S SHOP, THE IDENTIFICATION COST OF WHICH WAS SENT TO DAGGER. THE ROLLS FOR THE IDENTIFICATION WERE COMPLETED SEPTEMBER 21ST, 2019. THROUGH DELIBERATION WITH THE PST GM, IT HAS BEEN DECIDED THAT, AS THE OPERATOR OF DAGGER IS NO LONGER ACTIVE ON-SITE, THAT I MAY INSTEAD SUBMIT THIS AS A PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION. IN ADDITION TO THE FEE PAID TO DAGGER FOR THIS IDENTIFICATION, I HAVE ALSO PAID THE FLAT IDENTIFICATION RATE DIRECTLY TO THE BANKER, AS IT IS YET UNCLEAR WHETHER THE BANKER ACCOUNT HAS RECEIVED SUCH FUNDS FOR THIS TRANSACTION FROM DAGGER

Bahr kept his eyes on her, even after she'd turned away. Her tone had changed, but there was still something lingering there. Bahr would have put a little more effort into digging into that, had he not been so captivated by her. She wasn't doing anything particularly eye-catching - after all, there's nothing terribly elegant about attacking bushes. But there was something about her that made it look elegant. The way her golden mane captured the sun's rays and refracted them across the shore. Her precise movements as she struck at the shrubbery. The way every one of her curves complimented the

Lessa... really didn't seem thrilled. As if she thought that Bahr had made a stupid decision. It stung, a bit, but it wasn't like she was objectively wrong. Picking up an island as an impulse buy probably wasn't the smartest thing he could have done with his money. Still, he felt compelled to explain himself. "I mean, I know all of that, but..." he began as he summoned a second hatchet and dismissed the hovering windows. "Living on the tenth floor is really shitty." It was curt, and to the point - not unlike the swing he'd just delivered to a nearby bush. "It's damp, cold, and that banshe

Bahr cracked a wry grin at the conclusion of her chiding. "It's alright, Ace. I'm your boyfriend. You can say I'm hot. Don't need to blame it on my jacket." Upon the revelation that both of their days were now clear, Bahr had an impromptu epiphany. It seemed a bit slimy to recruit his girlfriend for physical labor, but she was a big girl. Raised around horses, she was probably better suited for the work than he was. "Seeing as your day is free, I have an idea for how to fill it," he began, grabbing her hand in his before she could protest. In his other hand, he gripped a Teleport Crystal

Bahr nodded as Lessa informed him that she would be taking his lead. In the end, all that really meant was that Bahr would be attacking first, but he didn't mind. He knew that the creature had low stats, and Lessa attacking second would afford her the opportunity to get the last hit and glean the rewards. Having already completed the quest ages ago, Bahr was more than happy to watch Lessa reap the rewards. Or, at least he was, until an impromptu Fallen proc utterly nuked the unaware reptile and sent it scattering into countless polygonal shards. "I, um..." Bahr craned his head and

Bahr grinned as Lessa complained about the heat. It wasn't that she was wrong about any of it, only that Bahr was having a really good time imagining her in nothing but her underwear. Almost gave the floor somewhat of a beach vibe. Or, at the very least, Sexy Pakistan. "Look," he countered. "The beer is decent, and I've gotten some pretty sweet gigs on this floor. One paid over 20,000 col. If you want a get rich quick scheme, I'm not the man with the answers. But, at the very least, you can get paid to drink beer while occasionally being tasked with killing a scorpion or something." He t

"Fancy meeting you here," Bahr mused as he clung to her hip, ignoring the way their close proximity somehow made things even hotter. Though, once you get past 110 degrees, does it really even matter? "I was going to hit a few of the saloons around here and go bounty hunting, but now that I've bumped into you, I think it's time for a change of plans." They continued to meander through the streets, slowly approaching the gates at the peripherals of the settlement. Wind whipped at thier faces, sand kicked up and dragged against their skin, and the sun. The fucking sun. Sweltering was an understat

As Bahr meandered into the shop, he was perplexed to find that it was apparently ran by not one, but two Merchants. Which struck him as a bit odd, because there was already such an abundance of Merchants in Aincrad that they had to be in heavy competition at this point. What this an apprenticeship situation? The whole thing reeked of Macradon and Alec vibes. Though, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The two of them had gone great lengths to service Bahr in the past. Perhaps this pair would fair the same. "Hey there, just a few things," he muttered as he casually strode to the counter,

Floor Five was one of Bahr's least favorite floors. There were other hot ones. Sure. But there was something about a red jacket in the sweltering sun that just made everything worse. Rather than raw heat, things actually became physically hot to the touch. It wasn't the same as the sort of heat that radiates from magma or other heated surfaces. This heat was direct and piercing. Through a little sand in his boots, and you had all the makings of an irritated Bahr. The only good thing about this godforsaken desert were the watering holes. Bahr had made a pretty penny on more than one occasi