Acanthus

An avalanche of rats interrupted her realization. They must have cleared out all the surrounding houses. With a quick, flowing strike, she positioned herself on the other side of the swarm, at the edge of a busted out window. She turned around to see the rats bearing down on her. In a second, they would be on the staircase. And they could probably manage them faster than her. It was time to think outside of the box. She eyed the second-story window. “What are you doing?” “This?” Koji giggles at the TV screen. “I’m torturing the NPC. He’s supposed to deliver me a letter, but he’s

They did not. After killing four more, Acanthus hunkered down in a rotting second-story home as the wave of rats flowed just outside, in the busted cobblestone streets. Although the rats did not seems to lose aggro, Acanthus was thankful that they did not always know her location. She might be able to explore the town, but she would have to be careful now. Her fist tightened and relaxed in an attempt to calm herself. She killed a few rats for col and experience, and now her whole expedition was being unrailed by some stupid endless river of them. What a great return to the world of a

She decided to try something a little different. Stopping in place just long enough to charge up a sword art, she crashed through the mob, targeting the shrieking rats first. Not one managed to finish their cry, and Acanthus sheathed her sword in the silence with satisfaction. But the silence did not remain. A chittering sound grew beneath her feet, and the earth began to rumble as another dozen rats clawed their way above the earth. Wait, how?! Maybe the shrieks from before the pack maxxed out still counted? Or there was some trick at play, and the mob was infinite. Whatever it was, she

Acanthus cut through three of the new rats with ease. The fourth stayed back long enough to release another ear-piercing shriek, and a new mob of rats emerged from the ground to join the fray. Her frown spread as she wondered how many times this mob could summon more of its kind. She slew the last of the pack just in time to see more spawn. The rats themselves didn’t seem too dangerous, but if they were endless then she had to consider running out of energy. Not to mention that her ultimate goal here was to investigate the increased aberrations. She swatted away more rats, and decided that may

The swamps of Floor 29 were the same as she recalled from her visit to Graycott Point: damp, sucking ground that gave little warning when it would give out. She had already traveled the area once, and recalled some of the signs. Dangerous ground had a faint, electric shimmer when the player approached. It was barely noticeable to the naked eye; it took Acanthus almost three knee-deep mistakes to catch the pattern. Now, her time was improving, and she could make out the silhouette of Miremore in the perpetual sickly yellow twilight of the floor. Just before entering the town, Acanthus spie

Floor 29’s teleportation plaza looked like a kicked anthill. Dozens of players patrolled the streets, while others built barricades or searched the ruins of the town for clues or answers. Internally, she derided them. Did they really think they would find something in the wreckage that the frontliners had missed the first time around? They would just meet the same fate as all the unprepared players. They were wasting time here, when they needed to be searching the far away towns and centers. Or even the black sea on the outskirts of the floor. Without greeting any of the players, Acanthus

“Three more cases of the cherry stuff, Argent. And a little information, if you have it.” A green player icon sprung to life as a cheerful young man appeared behind the bar. The bar itself was spotless wood, lit by the warm, welcoming light of floor twenty-two. The bar matched the dozen or so round wooden tables scattered around the floor—also perfectly cleaned, chairs stacked dutifully on top in preparation of a busy evening. Between the furnishings, the shelves well-stocked with meat and drink, and the large windows overlooking the main lake on the floor, the entire place looked as thou

Acanthus smothered her thoughts between the couch cushions. It did her no good to revisit problems she couldn’t solve. She listened to the soft ambience of the Villa, letting it rest gently on her dulled senses. I’m probaly need to eaase up on the stuff. Just cuz I cam get drumk doesn’t mean I have to. ALso, I’md running out of wine. She rolled over on the couch, set the half-finished bottle on the floor, and began to flip through her messages. If anyone had some more drinks on short notice, Argent would. She had met him while visiting new bars and taverns. Oz and the Sour Rumor

Her free hand stretched forward to open her menu and check her housing inventory. Acanthus filtered by “drinks,” and ran a quick tally. “I s tartde with two-hundredd and seven-ty– seventy-thre e.” She recounted to no one in particular. “Ap proximately twelve-hundredd and five-ty militers perday. Bottles are… bottles are seven-and fifty? Hundred. Seven-hundred and fifty.” Her face contorted as she tried running the numbers in her head. It was no good. She’d accidentally turned off too many of the brain functions. Self-medicating was a fine line, and lately, she was worried she had lost whe

A whole day, wasted. Acanthus picked grime out of her metal armor as she gave the landscape another despairing look. When Argent had shared news of another Spectral Knight, she had no doubt the thing would be near the Kineallan Parish, as he said. He was a new source, but proved reliable over and over. If not a touch overconcerned. * * * “I’m telling you this so that you can go and get a group together. You’re going to reach out to the other frontliners for this one, right? This isn’t some patrol into Miremore, like last time. You’ll get yourself killed.” Acanthus shakes her hea

Crafting results for 6/2/2025 (Link to shop post) Step 1: Fusion Fusing Uncommon 243754 + 243751 -> 243757 (Rare) Fusing Uncommon (Mast) 243756 + 243746 -> 243758 Rare (Mast) Fusing Rare 243755 + 243747 -> 243759 Perfect Fusing Rare (Mast) 243739 and 243730 -> 243760 Perfect (Mast) Step 2: Appraise (IDs link to the shop thread in which the item was rolled or fused. If the item does not have a link, then it was fused or rolled in the same post it is appraised.) March to the Dawn | 243750 243760 | Instant HP Recovery III A militaristic

Today's Crafts Extended Workshop. (+3 EXP total from Trinket | Tuning Fork + Hard Working) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 243756 CD: 3 +1 LD: 15 Uncommon (Mast) - 6 (+3 Ambition) 2 243755 CD: 9 +1 LD:

Another wine bottle ricocheted off the marble tiles. The sound bounced from floor, to wall, to ceiling, to wall, back to the rafters, and then finally to the couch where Acanthus reclined. Her left hand held the pale green neck of tomorrow’s regret. It was a good vintage. Good enough, at least. The discarded bottle rolled across the floor, making an intolerable scraping noise. It hobbled across luscious, speckled floors so extravagant that Acanthus doubted such a floor existed anywhere on earth. With a sharp crack, the empty bottle split against the far wall of the parlor, vanishing with

No words for Demian today. She did her best to treat him like nothing more than one of Aincrad's shopkeepers. Anything more was simply too much effort. Purchasing: Skewer Roll x10 (20 materials) Bento x5 (15 materials) Bingsu x5 (25 materials) Miso Soup x5 (25 materials) Gelato x5 (10 materials) Mousse x5 (10 materials) Total. 105 Mats sent to Demian.

Crafting results for 6/1/2025 (Link to shop post) Step 1: Fusion Fusing Uncommon 243740 + 243732 -> 243741 (Rare) Fusing Uncommon (Mast) 243738 + 243737 -> 243742 Rare (Mast) Fusing Rare 243736 + 243733 -> 243743 Perfect Fusing Rare (Mast) 243739 and 243730 -> 243744 Perfect (Mast) Step 2: Appraise (IDs link to the shop thread in which the item was rolled or fused. If the item does not have a link, then it was fused or rolled in the same post it is appraised.) March to the Dawn | 243744 243735 | Instant HP Recovery III A militaristic f

Today's Crafts Extended Workshop. (+3 EXP total from Trinket | Tuning Fork + Hard Working) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 243740 CD: 5 +1 LD: 3 Uncommon - 6 (+3 Ambition) 2 243739 CD: 8 +1 LD:

Morningstar left before Acanthus calculated an appropriate response. Hadn’t she performed admirably at the boss fight? She had contributed her fair share to the damage in the raid. She had maintained control of herself. But Morningstar didn’t want to see that right now. Whatever trust Acanthus had built up, adventure after adventure—it had shattered with a single orange cursor. She resolved to make him see her worth on the frontlines. Acanthus hadn’t killed her own fears to be discarded as useless. Teion remained, her jaw clenched. The woman's presence drained the anger that formed in the

Acanthus listened calmly, keeping her thoughts carefully guarded. It was cold comfort to know that many others struggled to journey for the same reasons Acanthus had. At the same time, she worried just how many of the 10,000 were still locked inside their rooms on the first floor, adamantly hiding from the game. With a silent sigh of relief, Acanthus listened as Wildfire changed the subject. “I’m what people call ‘DPS.’ I think there’s a few kinds of those, but I’m something Bahr called an ‘off-bruiser’? Which seems like an odd turn of phrase. Basically, I can take hits and hit back.

THREAD SUMMARY Experience. [Word Count: 8572/10 = 857.2] * [True Tier: 8] * [Group Factor: 1] = 6858 EXP (Note: I did not count the weird spammy code ChatGPT I wrote in the post #10. I *did* include the words that the binary spelled because those are actual written words :eyes:) Col. 400 (bonus page) + 1028 (Laurel Wreath) = 1428 col Other. The ability to get toasty, baby. (<<Lightweight>> debuff applied. Can now get intoxicated.)

Acanthus came to sprawled in the floor of the filthiest bar in Aincrad. Her head pounded without mercy—not a new experience, regretfully. Her eyes shot open. “Edict—” As she expected, he was gone. Not a trace of their conversation remained. The bar had been emptied, as if she had never been there or made a shipment. Instead, the same vile bottles from the bar’s initial selection graced the shelves. The only evidence that last night had been real were her memories and a strange status effect that refused to go away. Her memories. She bolted upright. Didn’t she try to kiss Edict? Oh, *

A Drink on the House 243551 | CD 4 | Peach Cider ----- Entering the bar one more time, she rubbed her eyes in shock. Her legs grew weaker with each heartbeat. “E… Edict? Oh my god. Edict. I thought you were dead.” “That’s funny. I don’t really feel alive.” He stared at the back of the bar, avoiding her gaze. She continued with trepidation, as if every question bore the risk of disintegrating her friend. “...I saw your name on the Monument. You’re dead.” “Different guy.” “Different?...” Edict cocked his head, still talking to the far wall. “In a game with 10

It was time to head inside the bar again. Somehow the sight of her first gruesome mob fight on the floor had become a sight for sore eyes. The door limped open and closed on an invisible wind, and the cracked windows let in more rain than they blocked out. Part of her eagerness was the vain hope that led her here in the first place. Two hours ago (assuming that freakish distortion hadn’t prolonged her sense of time), a message appeared in her inbox in duplicate. Apparently, she had sent it to herself a week ago. Why it was only appearing now was anyone’s guess. But the invitation made her

In all honesty, Acanthus liked the taste of beer. It didn’t burn like hard liquor, and the bubbles were oddly soothing to her palate. She tried heavier beers and didn’t like them—they were overwhelming. Plus, they needed to be nursed carefully. Acanthus liked having drinks, not nursing them. So whenever she went out, light beer was her weapon of choice. Haru felt for the flask in her bag. The smooth, cold steel soothed her nerves. She preferred beer, or sake if liquor was a must, but practical concerns required vodka: odorless except for that necessary sting, and easy to mask. A test of t

“Isn’t this steak incredible? I had it imported. My chef only works with the best cuts, but the work he produces is undeniable.” The membrane that separated Haru’s thoughts from her words was weakening. I don’t even like steak that much. I would kill for a large bowl of ramen. “It’s sensational.” She cut into the entree with the enthusiasm of a distracted toddler and forced a bite into her mouth. The taste felt rubber and artificial. She panicked. No, I liked food back then. That’s not how this memory goes. She pleaded for Cardinal to stop. You can’t alter these. It’s all I have left

Akihiko and Haru drove up the mountain in comfortable silence. After twenty minutes, Haru asked in wonder, “Are we driving to the next island over? How far away does the director live, exactly?” Akihiko chortled. “He does appreciate his peace, quiet, and luxurious mountain view. The only thing he loves more is showing people how good the view is.” Another few switchbacks brought the house into view, and Acanthus struggled to take it all in. “That’s not a house. That’s a mansion. It looks like the size of the hospital.” “The Director really does live the good life.” “Does being o