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sp [PT-F24-SP] <<To Take the Title>> A Knight to Remember
Baldur posted a topic in Intermediate Floors
It was time. This quest had been sitting on Baldur's floor for a while, and he had actively avoided it because he was not one for grandstanding. But the boss fight was coming up, and it was a good sword at that he could have need to use. So he stepped out onto the sand of the arena floor and looked around at the crowd. Most were NPCs. Well, he assumed most were NPCs. He didn't tell anyone he was coming here, and he doubted people sat here often waiting to see who would show up for this old quest. He would need to start by earning rep with the coliseum faction. It did bring memories of the -
The Traveler The bazaar was quite. The early hours of the morning seemed to have that effect on a number of places, and Aoi had learnt to attend the various shopping areas she needed before any of the other players – or even major NPCs – awoke with the morning’s passing. It had meant Aoi lost the ability to sleep in, but compared to the busy streets and loud noises of each shopping, and in turn seller, trying to find what they were looking for, Aoi felt that it was a necessary sacrifice. This morning had been one where she’d headed to the fifth floor with the intent of finding some
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The Gemini Nothing more than just a rumour. Aoi wanted to believe it more than anything, to ignore the shiver that had rushed down her back the moment she had thought about it, and yet her mind wouldn’t entirely push it away. The rumours had swept across Aincrad, talking about a hooded figure that took the appearance of the player, or death, or some other form that would inspire nothing short of fear into the player. It would challenge the player to a dual, no matter where they were, and would leave them shaken and broken – even if they managed to defeat the thing. Aoi had come to th
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Feeding Your Enemy Familiars. They had become the newest discovery and requirement for any and all players. Aoi had heard talk of their existence within the communication and information lines she maintained, their presence within the game nothing short of a necessity for any player looking to expand upon their own growth and development. Anyone who desired faster skill development, or easier grinding, or even just a less lonely time in Aincrad had taken to finding and accepting the companionship of a familiar within their homes and parties. Aoi hadn’t put off finding one, but rather been
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Let There Be Light Aoi had found herself roaming the second floor after hearing it had been cleared and considered relatively safe. Even so, she’d taken care to prepare for her adventure onwards and upwards, marking a collection of items that she knew she would need in the future for occurrences just like this one. Unfortunately for her, the order hadn’t been filled prior to heading up onto the second floor – though she’d been told her current setup would more than work for what she had planned. ’It’s beautiful, but I’m not so sure it’s me, if you understand.’ Aoi smiled at the merc
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[F01 | SP] Needle and Thread | <<Earning a Living: Tailor>>
Sakura posted a topic in Beginner Floors
Earning a Living: Tailor Tolbana had been an experience, and although not one that Aoi wanted to relive, it was also not something that she would say she was entirely upset at having completed. The first lessons quest had been taxing, in its own way, and yet she knew that she had already learnt valuable lessons from engaging in it – if nothing other than the boost to her capabilities and skills that had come with its finalisation. It had also inspired her to continue with some of the more basic quests, realising quickly that she needed to create a foundation of her skills and capabilities -
Hyde's last adventure came in the form of his first-ever log-in to the virtual world of "Sword Art Online", the world-famous VRMMORPG that was sold out quickly after being released live to the public. During this adventure, he witnessed how thousands of players had entered the game, excited to explore its vast unknown, only to encounter a rather nasty surprise from none other than the game's creator and game master, "Akihiko Kayaba" who had proceeded to reveal to all of them that they would now be trapped in the cyberspace of his game unless they reached the 100th floor of the world's enormous
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A splash of cold water was always a nice way to wake up to reality. There was nothing more refreshing than having those crystal clear, ice cold droplets hit your face, granting reprieve from the collected sand, and the merciless beating of the Sun's heat against one's skin. Kindling thought so, anyway. To him, at this moment, this was life's greatest pleasure. That feeling of ridding himself of each minute particle of silica and dirt, dispelling the irritation that came with having such embed within his pores was exactly the relief he needed. His expression relaxed, jaw slack to simply experie
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Nature's Treasure She’d spent far too many days tracking down and finding Nemo. It was almost becoming an obsession, Nymoria felt. It was with that awareness that she’d stepped off the platform of the third floor’s teleporter pad, and walked down onto the main avenues of the settlement’s many streets. It was as busy as one could expect an early morning to be; various NPCs and players moving through small crowds towards their eventual destinations. Nothing out of the ordinary, and yet Nymoria felt as though she was somehow the central focus of all the eyes that turned towards her. Sha
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Theme: Skeleton Maiden Combat Data: Kisodeth LVL:6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 Skeleton Maiden (Arise!) The dying sun's faint light seeped through openings in the wooden shutters of the inn, casting narrow golden designs on the dark room. One candle flickered on the bedside table, its flame valiantly battling the advancing darkness. Kisodeth stirred beneath the weight of the heavy blankets, let out a slow breath as the pull of consciousness drew her from the depths of sleep. She despised waking during the day. The sun was an intruder, a trespasser that inter
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Feeding Your Enemy Days had passed since Nymoria had returned from the maze. Days which she had filled with various activities; helping new players complete quests, travelling the floors in search of oddities and trinkets, and even spending days working in her shop from the rising sun to its setting point. The few times since that she’d taken to the field, Musei had been on edge. Twice she’d seen a similar weasel, one which she had sworn was the same as they’d run into in the forests of the third floor. It had been where everything had changed. Musei had been standoffish since their
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<<Scents of the Wild: Ferocious Foe>> Nymoria had become more and more active with each day. She’d taken up the self-inflicted call of applying her skills, developed over her time in Aincrad, to help those players’ still struggling to get their footing and begin their own journeys. It had given her purpose over the last few days, and although she had found the intervening action to be cathartic in a means and measure for herself, she also knew that she needed to do something beyond simply escorting players along beginner quests in order to ensure that she remained useful to th -
The forge's heavy door creaked on weary hinges, groaning like an old sentinel reluctant to admit visitors. As Jaelynn pushed it open, a wave of smoke and the sharp tang of molten metal spilled into the cool, forgiving air outside. Inside, the heat enveloped her like a living thing, suffocating and immediate, pressing against her skin in unwelcome intimacy. Each strike of the hammer on the anvil cast out a spray of sparks that flickered like fleeting stars, swallowed quickly by the murky haze. At the center of this inferno, a man worked with singular focus. The forge’s glow painted his face in -
The world didn’t need her. It had made that abundantly clear to Nymoria over the years. Whether it was the real world, the one that they had left behind in order to escape into the virtual recreation, or that newfound prison that they had considered an escape to begin with. Either place had clearly informed her that there was no need for her presence, no reason for her to continue being apart of it. There’s nothing for me in either place. Why bother? She’d found the invitation earlier, during a period where she had been less than functional in comparison to her normal mindset. It hadn’t r
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Challenge of Olympus: Tailor For the first time in a long time, she had absolutely nothing planned for the day. The few quests she’d completed over the course of the last few weeks, the time she’d spent focusing on improving herself and her skill sets, and the few off moments she’d spent with Phantom had entirely exhausted her – which was why Morrígan had chosen to close the business for the day, and spend it relaxing and recovering her strength. That had been the plan, at least. It was intruded upon and deconstructed when the appearance of an alert had caught her attention, and she’ -
Scents of the Wild: Keepers of Nature Morrígan held the information broker’s gaze, the man withering slightly even though he toward over her. His words had been half-truths, and she’d become frustrated with his behaviour as he’d continued speaking; a fact which was becoming clear in her continued glaring into his facial features. ’That’s all I have! Really! I can’t give you anything I don’t have, and all that we know is that there’s some sort of tree that you have to decipher!’ He withered further as she took a partial step towards him, her arms held calmly in front of her; the left
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Quest: Feeding Your Enemy She’d slept the night away without pause, her exhaustion from the tutorial quest bringing her into a slumber that Morrígan felt she hadn’t obtained since entering Aincrad. Pure enervation had taken over her, and she’d done little in the way of tidying herself before falling asleep on the bed she’d rented. It was neither comfortable, nor intolerable. It simply served a purpose – one which was driving her closer to her main goal. And yet, here I lay…unable to get up. Her body didn’t ache, thankfully a side effect of the digital environment that had beco
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Before our whimsical story steeped in deadly battles for survival, Founding of mutual trust, Self-reflection and personal growth. Allow me to transport your mind, To where it all began. In that small hospital room nestled in Greece, time seemed to stretch and compress, transforming each minute into both an eternity and a fleeting heartbeat. The young woman, despite the overwhelming pain coursing through her, drew strength from her husband’s steadfast presence. His whispered words acted like a lifeline, anchoring her to the love and dreams that had blossomed since the moment they discovere -
So... this was it? Ares looked around the town square. The square of the first town in all SAO, also known as the place you arrive when you start your journey towards the top of the floating castle... Ares would be happy if it wasn't for the looming threat over his head. That dying in this digital world might also mean dying in the real one. Yeah, he had connected late to the game because of prepping his siblings for school and hadn't even checked why the internet was booming about the game; some kind people had explained that to him, and he was... processing. It had taken him a few hours to r
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<<Quest | The First Lesson>> The day began as most others. Waking, completing her morning routine, finding food. Ensuring that she wasn’t bothered by the various men and women who seemed to flock towards her. Or, at least that’s how she viewed it. In reality, it was nothing more than NPCs who wanted to sell her things, but the way she voiced it always made her feel more important than a simple point of income. She’d waved away another one as she smiled politely, before finding herself facing an empty courtyard. ”Sheeesssh, you’d think they’d grow tired of it all!” Yume si
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With a supremely unsatisfying meal in him and a much better tea to give some taste to what he ate, Hanzoku was ready to venture upward. His last few quests had helped his skills increase by leaps, but Cardinal does not reward those who don't strive. The monsters on Floor 1 were no longer a threat outside of rare elites, so after careful research he had made his way to the eighth floor, where the forests abound with deer, bears, enraged treants and playful fire foxes. He avoided the trickier and harder prey, and instead tracked down a small herd of Great Tailed Deer. Having herded them into thi
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“Fuck it” Those two simple words were the first thing Silvanus uttered, and also what directed the rest of his day so far. Trudging through the lake region, he didn’t really have time to enjoy the sights, pleasant as they were, as he knew if he allowed himself to get sidetracked, he’d never accomplish what he set out to do. On the other side of the lake sat Silvanus’s destination, a small shack partially illuminated by the early-rising sun. Rounding the edge of the lake, Silvanus can see the shack’s apparent owner perched on the dock, clearly looking to take advantage of t
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Hanzoku emerged from the hovel he has been squatting in for the last two years and cricked his neck left and right. With a thought, he summoned his equipment, taking comfort once again in no longer being a helpless peasant, but becoming someone taking his fate into his own hands. And part of that fate was doing something to earn a living. He'd asked around and gathered information, and it boiled down to two things - to earn money, you needed to either kill mobs and loot them (something he was planning on doing... soon. Ish.) Or you needed to earn a merchant's license so you can make and sell e -
It was quest-searching time, and Jorentos was in full swing. He had to keep his focus on moving forward, and couldn’t dwell on the grim reality of what had happened. If I want to survive here, then I’ll have to get stronger, Jorentos thought as he rushed around Tolbana looking for NPCs, with others doing the same. About an hour into searching, a old man with a monocle approached him, walking with purpose. "Pardon me, but I am in need of some assistance, and you appear quite capable. My name is Dorian, and I am the mayor of this town. As part of those mayoral duties, I issued a smal
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[F02 | SP] Stone Reflection | <<Breaking the Unbreakable>>
Nymoria posted a topic in Beginner Floors
Breaking the Unbreakable Quest Nymoria's nose itched. It was her first realisation as the morning came about, and she slowly forced her eyes open to figure out what had caused such a strong feeling. It was there, before her very eyes, that she saw the weasel standing upon her chest, it's nose mere inches from her own, and the whiskers spreading from it tickling her nostrils in a way that caused a severe desire to sneeze. Pulling her head back slightly, she groaned at the sudden wake up call that Musei had provided, wanting nothing more than to return to her restful moments. She still felt ex
