Circe

Circe eyed the weird drink in her hand—a mix of milk and Pepsi, of all things. She’d seen some strange concoctions in her time, but pilk? Really? She grimaced before taking a hesitant sip, the fizzy sweetness clashing with the creamy milk in a way that made her wince. “Gods, Omen, where do you find this stuff?” she muttered under her breath, pushing the pilk aside and grabbing the skewer roll instead. At least that was familiar and tasted good. She glanced over at Omen, his usual battle-ready attire making it clear they weren’t here to fish for sport. They were here for the kill. The

Circe nodded, her gaze fixed on the dark, looming entrance of Inferno Cavern as she accepted the Water Canister from Omen. She knew this second part of the quest would be much tougher, but they’d come too far to back down now. Her heart pounded with anticipation, and despite Omen’s calm demeanor, she could feel the intensity of the challenge ahead. He was right—the enemies inside would be stronger, faster, and much deadlier. But so were they. “More dangerous, huh?” she muttered, unscrewing the cap of the canister and taking a swig. The cool water helped ease the dry heat in her throat, bu

Name:[T1] Grave Robber's Anthem Profession:PerformerRank:1Roll ID:232783Roll Result:11Item Type:Support Song Tier:1Quality:RareEnhancements:Monster's Favor 2 Post Link: Hyperlink Description:Heavy cords and guttural growls reverberate through your body and mind giving you more luck in looting the dead. Name: [T1] Call of the HoundsProfession:PerformerRank:1Roll ID:233139 Roll Result:12Item Type:Support SongTier:1Quality:PerfectEnhancements:Familiar's FavorPost Link:Hyperlink Description:A steady rhythm harmonizes with the natural beasts' heart and soul, drawing them closer out of curiosity

+16 EXP 2 Materials to the Banker +[T1] Perfect Familiar's Favor +[T1] Perfect Familiar's Favor

Circe stretched, rolling her shoulders as the weight of the fight finally left her body. The battle had been intense, but in the end, it was theirs. The oppressive heat of Inferno Cavern still clung to her skin, but standing in the open air felt like a reward in itself. She watched as the NPC handed over their reward without much fanfare, her eyes briefly scanning the amount. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t their greatest haul either. Still, it was satisfying knowing they’d taken down Cerberus together. She glanced at Omen, who seemed as focused as ever, already looking to the next challenge

Circe watched as Omen’s axe carved into the two remaining heads, and she saw one fall limp as the Thorns effect took it out. Only one head remained now, but it wasn’t done yet. The final head snapped furiously at Omen, its fiery eyes filled with rage, but it was clear the beast was on its last legs. Circe didn't waste time. She dashed in, her daggers at the ready, and with a swift motion, she hurled one of them at the remaining head. The blade struck true, embedding itself deep into the creature’s neck. Cerberus howled in pain, staggering backward, but it still wasn’t down. The last head

Circe grinned at Omen's shout, a rush of satisfaction swelling inside her. They were closing in on their perfect victory, and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. She darted forward, keeping her focus sharp, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like fire. She threw her daggers once more, her AoE aimed at the first and second heads. The blades flew true, and with a sickening thud, the first head went limp, falling to the ground with a heavy crash. One down. But as she pivoted to strike the second head, it jerked violently to the side, dodging her attack entirely. “Damn,

+[Rare] Monster's Favor +6 EXP 2 Material to the Banker

Neon Death Records is a gritty, underground shop tucked away on Floor 21 in Tomoika. Hidden in the basement of a dilapidated building, it's easy to miss unless you know what you're looking for. Inside, the shop is dimly lit, with walls covered in a chaotic collage of flyers, stickers, and memorabilia from punk and metal bands. The main area is packed with records, reflecting Circe's curated collection. In the back, a small stage sits equipped with amps, ready and waiting for her to craft her songs. Stats Prices For Sale The Back Room (Holds) O

Circe took a deep breath as they re-entered the cavern, the oppressive heat hitting them immediately. This was it—the final stretch. She walked ahead of Omen, her daggers at the ready, eyes sharp and focused. The deeper they went, the more the tension mounted, but Circe's nerves were steeled. They had a plan, and they were sticking to it. Cerberus wasn’t going to know what hit it. She led them through the familiar path, past the smoldering pools of lava and jagged rocks. Every step closer brought the sound of Cerberus’s low, rumbling growls echoing off the cavern walls. The spawn room was

Circe nodded, accepting Omen’s logic. He was right—she couldn’t take hits like he could. If she tried, things could spiral out of control fast, and they couldn’t afford that with Cerberus. Still, she didn’t like the idea of relying on him to tank all the damage. If something went wrong, she’d need to stay sharp and ready to adjust. "Alright," she said, running a hand through her damp hair, which was sticking to the back of her neck. "I’ll start with AoEs, and if I’ve got enough energy left after the first round, I’ll follow up with another one. I’ll make sure to hit as many heads as possi

She listened as Omen laid out the plan for Cerberus, her mind already running through possible scenarios. The mention of Burn status wasn’t surprising—it was, after all, Inferno Cavern. But hearing that Cerberus had multiple health bars was another level of complication. Three entities wrapped into one fight. It meant a prolonged battle, and one misstep could easily turn it in Cerberus' favor. "Three health bars, huh?" Circe mused, her gaze sharp. "That’s annoying." She straightened up, adjusting her gear and checking her inventory to make sure she was prepared for the next fight. He

Earning a Living <<Performer>> --

Thread Closing Circe Recieves 2096 EXP (Word Count [3741/10*2*1] + Quest [300] + 100% Recruitment Drive Bonus) 2032 col (1 page [400]+Loot [1632]) <<Performer>> Profession [Perfect Mass] Monster's Favor x1 ( ID#232495 ) Standard <<Performer>> Shop (5) Materials

>>Circe: “Hey, finished up the Performer stuff. Where are you? I’ll head over, got something cool to show you.” She tapped send, closing the UI with a satisfied nod. A small smile crept onto her face as she started heading toward the western outskirts of town, where she had a hunch Omen might be grinding or scouting new areas. He was always ahead of the game, always pushing their team forward. The thought of telling him about her latest accomplishments made her steps quickened in response. Circe wasn’t the type to get excited over every little thing, but this? This was differen

After a while, she decided it was time to store her guitar away for now. She reached her UI, tapping a few buttons until the familiar interface appeared. With a flick of her wrist, she placed the electric guitar into her inventory. It would be waiting for her when she was ready to perform again. “For now, back to leveling,” she muttered, glancing at her quest log. She still had plenty to do, and she wanted to build her skills further before launching her shop given there is going to be a lot of thought and effort going into setting it up. Checking the time, it still seemed a bit ear

She pulled up her UI to explore the new crafting options further, ready to dive into her newfound abilities. A series of tutorial pop-ups began to appear, each one guiding her through the intricacies of being a performer. One caught her eye: As a performer, you will have the ability to open a shop to sell your songs to other players. This will allow you to share your creations and build a reputation in the community. “Where would I even set up a shop?” Circe wondered aloud. She started pacing the nearby path, contemplating potential locations. The bustling market square came to mind—

Circe couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face as she turned back to Landon. The guitar still thrummed with residual energy in her hands, and her heart raced with the thrill of success. She approached the counter, ready to turn in the quest. Landon leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk. "Performing's not for the faint of heart, kid. Takes guts, hard work, and talent," he said, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "But from where I'm standing, you've got it all. Knock 'em dead." Circe nodded, feeling the warmth of his words settle in her chest. For the

With a crunch, Omen buried his axe into the lone pack monster. With that, the remaining Hellhounds needed were slain, all that remained was that they prepare for the boss fight. On the way out, a yellow chest icon appeared in Circe's UI prompting her to keep an eye out for any treasure chests in the area, but whether it was due to her wanting to escape the heat or just pure bad luck, she did not seem to find any, drats. Once outside, they were met with fresh air, well, fresher than what was in the cavern. Circe once again crouched down, wiping the sweat from her brow. "That went a

Circe stood before the crafting station, her fingers still resting on the neck of the electric guitar she’d chosen. Landon had set up the interface, and now it was up to her to navigate the crafting UI. She brought it up in her display, and a list of potential songs appeared before her, each one offering different support songs. “Huh, looks like a decent starting point,” she murmured. It wasn’t the most powerful song, but it provided a nice buff to looting, and it seemed easier to craft than some of the more complex songs she’d seen. “Monster's Fortune it is,” Circe decided, tapping

Circe watched as the Hellhound darted away from Omen's swing, a sudden burst of energy sending the beast out of reach just in time. It was frustrating to see it still standing after so much punishment, but it was on its last legs. She knew it couldn’t last much longer. Drawing another knife, her grip tightened as she steadied her aim. Her fatigue weighed on her body, but she pushed through, focusing on finishing the fight. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the blade flying once more. This time, it struck the Hellhound squarely in its side, embedding deep into its flesh. The beast y

When she finally pushed open the creaky door to the hole-in-the-wall shop, the sound of rock music greeted her once again. Landon looked up from his workbench, a grin spreading across his face as soon as he saw her. “Back already? I didn’t think you’d get it done so fast!” he said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Well, let’s see ‘em!” Circe opened her inventory, pulling out the shimmering crystals and placing them on the counter. “All five, just like you asked,” she said with a smirk. Landon examined the crystals, nodding approvingly. “Nicely done, kid. Looks like you’ve got a knack for

Circe drew in a quick breath, steadying herself once more. Omen’s words helped her push aside the frustration that lingered from her earlier miss. With a swift motion, she retrieved another throwing knife, her grip was slick with sweat causing her to grip it harder than usual to keep a hold of it. The Hellhound still snarled, its fiery gaze locked onto Omen, unaware of the blade that Circe had just thrown. This time, her aim was true. The knife sunk deep into the Hellhound’s flank with a satisfying thud. The beast yelped in pain, stumbling, but remained on its feet, its fiery persistence

Circe's muscles throbbed with exhaustion, her energy reserves completely drained. Gritting her teeth, she gripped a throwing knife, summoning whatever strength remained. She hurled it at the Hellhound, which had somehow revived, but her aim faltered. The blade clattered uselessly against the cavern wall, far from its mark. “Damn it,” she muttered in frustration. Missing at a crucial moment like this was a blow to her pride, and the exhaustion only made it worse. Circe took a moment to steady herself, shaking off the frustration. Despite her weariness, she wasn’t about to let it consume he

The wolf lunged at Circe, its jaws snapping toward her with feral intent. But she was ready. With a quick sidestep, she dodged the bite, feeling the rush of air as the wolf's teeth barely missed her. Its claws scraped against the dirt as it landed, growling in frustration. Circe didn’t waste a second. She drew another throwing knife from her belt, her hand moving swiftly as she aimed at the already-wounded wolf. The knife struck true, embedding deep into the wolf's chest. It let out a final, pitiful whine before collapsing to the ground, dissolving into shimmering particles just like