Acanthus

Scrimble scramble * * * Post Action: Climb the Colossus (2/2)

Scrimble scramble * * * Post Action: Climb the Colossus (1/2)

We're no strangers to love, baby Post Action: Search for Colossus 249724 | LD 18 + 6 | Colossus Found! (this is because I popped the LD food, isn't it. Not that I'm complaining. I just thought I was going to get through more of the song.)

today's crafts Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249710 CD: 6 +1 LD: 13 Rare (Mast) - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 249709 CD: 10 +1 LD: 20 Perfect (Mast) - 13 (+5

COUNSELOR UNIT 64E7877, REQUESTING SIMULATION. <<Query received. Input hypothetical.>> LOAD USER DATA, ACANTHUS. TIME FRAME: 815 DAYS SINCE AINCRAD BEGAN. LOAD USER DATA, PINBALL. ALTER CHARACTER: ABANDON ACANTHUS AFTER INITIAL QUEST <<Scents of the Wild>>. BETRAYAL WOULD BE A PREFERABLE PARAMETER, BUT STRAINS THE SCENARIO. LOAD USER DATA, EDICT. ELIMINATE. ADDITIONAL PARAMETERS AS OUTLINED. A high-pitched whine ensues, one computer transferring terabytes of input to another in moments. <<Parameters received. Unable to comply with request. Some

“It’s about two years old. I am guessing it was coded by an army of unpaid interns, fueled by research from an outdated encyclopedia. In game, it’s called the Bastion Wall Shrine and serves as a gate to the Forbidden Lands…” Firefly was no longer in Acanthus’ peripheral vision. But I didn’t hear anything! She drew botan instinctively, scanning the land for their enemy. Only to find Firefly had slowed to take some notes. Acanthus fought the urge to chide the girl. She did nothing wrong. You used to be interested in all of the little things, too. Putting away botan made her heart slow

There were times that Acanthus wished for the power to move heaven and earth. But there were times she was content with the latter. Her shovel bit into the ground with every thrust and stomp. Sand crackled as clumps burst apart in the wake of her weapon. When she could not see the blade any longer, Acanthus wrenched it from the ground in a fluid motion, hurling sand behind her without regard to who might be in the splash zone. It was not the most efficient way to dig a hole; but it was, without a doubt, the best. A party? And a familiar voice… Her reverie broken, Acanthus loo

today's crafts (numbers are up bc I finally invested 10 SP into Kumaki's Crafting skill) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 249629 CD: 11 +1 LD: 15 Perfect (Mast) - 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 249628 CD: 7 +1 LD:

Yesterday had been a miserable day. Failures stacked on her plate so high that one more would likely crack the table. None of her song crystals worked like she wanted them too, and the one she had finally completed, well, the buyer had skipped out on the piece entirely. A week of time wasted. Not even the experience was any benefit anymore. And that didn’t even account for her experience quota. She’d lost track of Ariel and Baldur, and no fewer than three field boss expeditions slipped through her hands. The charts and graphs she had tacked up in her study stared down at her, accusing her

Belregor rose in the air, weapon preparing to strike the ground. The ground around the boss glowed with a faint red warning. “They… fly now?” She watched in disbelief as Belregor gained height, the circle growing with every meter he rose. Her attempts to blink away the oddity confirmed her suspicion. “They fly now.” A slew of irate french whizzed by Acanthus faster than she could process the words—insults, judging by the tone. The foreign language gave her some pause. Was the temporal distortion still working its ersatz magic? She could hear the rest of the party just fine. And see t

"We’re not done yet. We can do more. Below. Sharrrrr…” A recess of Freyd’s mind seemed to break free. Drunk Freyd was gone; something both sober and sobering had overtaken his usual demeanor. The hairs on the back of her neck electrified, and a familiar feeling set her nerves on fire. She watched as Freyd finished the mob with a gruesome series of attacks. When the dust settled and blood caked the walls, Acanthus found her sword pointed at someone other than the Ripper. As best as Acanthus could tell, Freyd was no longer concerned with the party. He moved back towards Glyndebourne qu

Acanthus was too drunk to be concerned with the little things. “Yeh, walking isn’t a problem. I always turn into a walker when I get a little too much in me. Actually more of a runner. I actually went on a trip with friends a few summers ago. Had too many beers and ended up three bars down the road in the middle of a stranger’s 'stag' party. Said he was English; didn’t get much more out of him before my friends found me and dragged me back.” Descending the stairs from Floor 29, a weight left her shoulders that she forgot was there. Nothing on the floor was safe or comforting, and that rea

Step 1: Evaluating Performance Crystals All dates hyperlink back to the crafting date. 248687 Perfect (Mast) 7/31 245529 Perfect (Mast) 6/25 245526 Perfect (Mast) 6/25 244636 Perfect (Mast) 6/19 248599 Perfect (Mast) 7/29 248597 Perfect (Mast) 7/29 248596 Perfect (Mast) 7/29 248590 Perfect (Mast) 7/29 248765 Perfect (Mast) 8/1 248756 Perfect (Mast) 8/1 Eval previous 10 songs as the following: "Rend Me Like That" Funk Edition | ROLLID | Consumable - Perfect (Mast) | Incarceration (Instant) A driv

today's crafts Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248765 CD: 12 +1 LD: 12 Perfect (Mast) - 11 (+3 Ambition) 2 248764 CD: 8 +1 LD: 13 Rare (Mast) - 8 (+3 A

Today's Crafts 248688 CD: 1 +1 LD: 5 Critical Failure - 4 (+3 Ambition) 248687 CD: 11 +1 LD: 12 Perfect (Mast) - 11 (+3 Ambition) 248686 CD: 7 +1 LD: 5 Rare - 8 (+3 Ambition)

She had bent over backwards for months to avoid Floor 3. It was an irrational avoidance, and one she was looking to put to rest quickly. After missing her third wandering mob chose to spend the entirety of its life in the Forest of Wavering Mist, she realized the petty desire to stay far away from the entire floor was impacting her ability to farm some of the harder to find crystals needed for Masterpiece songs. Small doses of exposure seemed to be the best solution. I’ll just wander through Aruyt and look for any important quests I might’ve missed. But it was doubtful. to Acanthus, “impo

Light from an unknown source refracted against the Boss’s armor. As the light vanished, so did the knight. Now, there were seven players. Acanthus had not paid attention to Morningstar when he had seen past the Knight’s reflection. She had cast aside the task as simple; find the person of which there were two, and look for the one attacking Jomei. A task so dull that it would hardly require a skill to accomplish. But Cardinal had anticipated her hubris. Arabelle’s form fractured into dozens of possibilities. An arabelle strides towards the fray, clenching and unclenching her offhand.

Crafts for 7/29/2025 (All Debuff Songs) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 248593 CD: 2 +1 LD: 18 Salvage Success - 5 (+3 Ambition) 2 248592 CD: 3 +1 LD: 7 Uncommon - 6

Ariel blinked into the shadows without so much as a whisper. Acanthus found the effect mildly unsettling. She also found Ariel’s stealth to be an impressive tool, but the wrong one for such a lowly quest. More than anything, the stealth annoyed her because it left her to talk with Gambit. “So… what do you do all day?” The search for the nest distracted Acanthus; why couldn’t the stupid thing be easier to find? She thought that surely enough people had done the quest that the map data would be cheap. But here she was, turning over rock after rock, trying to hold a conversation while she lo

Acanthus relaxed muscle by muscle as they walked into the coliseum. Meeting Baldur again was a necessity bound by a thoughtless promise; truthfully, she would have preferred handling the boss by herself. Talking with the samurai felt like a stroll in a field of razorwire. Every step she took had a chance to open herself up. But meeting with Baldur was its own reward, in a strange way. It was another chance to show him her worth. “The shield suits you.” “Thank you. I’m still getting used to fighting with it. I picked it up during the Clash of Blades. I miss the feeling of mobilit

“In… Indubit…Dubital…. Yea, it’s drinking time.” She crossed the threshold with some trepidation. Last time, Acanthus had met a familiar face and made an ass of herself. She hoped for the former, and prayed desperately against the latter. But the alcohol felt warm and inviting. It promised to behave this time. Acanthus pulled the cleanest glass off the back shelf and smacked it against the table a few times. With each hit, the glass filled from the bottom sip by sip. The last smack was a little harder than she expected, causing the glass to fill up all at once and then some, sloshing

Her team’s efforts had been tight, coordinated—and now, Belregor’s flank was wide open. Morningstar and Ara had struck and backed off, leaving Acanthus a clear opening for Wilting Higanbana. The rift in her inventory called to her. It was an item labeled “Temporal Distortion,” but with precious little description besides. When she had asked around, nobody could tell her what it was or what it did. The item itself merely had the playful description “EAT ME.” “Ok then.” She pulled the Distortion from her inventory. It couldn’t be looked at directly, and she could only describe the phys

“Lightnin’ rod shord.” “I should have suspected. Freyd always has a way out, doesn’t he?” Recovering from her “seasickness,” Acanthus watched Kat lead Mari back to the carriage hand-in-hand. Love, infatuation, plain horniness—whatever the emotion was, Acanthus watched it develop with an air of dispassionate intrigue. How did those feelings develop? Was it a conscious effort on her part? Anytime she’d asked her friends, the answer was the same: a casual shrug and a non-committal “you just know.” But I don’t. So either I’m clueless, or uninterested in the mystery. Uninterested mos

@Morningstar 14 :)

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