[F21-PP-PT] 50 Shades of Raidou

[Jibae 0]

Eternity is written with every step, and one look only but a single day to stare upon it.

The never ending halls of the Liminal Blind knew no bounds of cleanliness. Such long walks held an earnest magnet for dust. The brunette would meander down those long corridors, equipped with her uniform and a feather duster. A flick against a shelf sees the slight fluff of soot from a bookshelf as the only main fixture in a hallway far too long. White floors that stretched, rooms that all looked the same. Not many would brave such a task, and even less would be able to navigate it. The click of those heels she wore, and long brown stockings that stopped just short of the maid skirt that was customary for such a profession. @Freyd knew no expense, and found her precision and unending persistence to be worth every scratch of col she charged. A good fact, that given at her rates only he could really afford her anyway. Each click would echo seemingly endlessly, and even opening a door would bounce back on repeat for far too long.

A small study, spacious and nearly empty. A single cup sat cold upon a plain white table. The woman would frown in a sharp irritation, noticing that its occupant had taken the bombastic approach of ignoring the FUCKING coaster that she'd put there. A petty thing for most, but for her it was a war crime. A taste of spite as she'd eye the cup, finding the brown distillation denoting coffee inside. Her mental panties in a bunch so tight they could start a fire, she'd pluck the cup from the table. Pushing the chair in, she takes all of the papers from the table and takes a trash can from the side. Out comes a cloth that she neatly lays flat on the floor, and tossing every important document into it she vengefully pours the coffee into the bin without an inch of remorse.

"OOPS, Silly me~" She squeals with a outlandish grin sported on her face, knowing full well the harm she was causing. "Guess we should have used a coaster, asshole." Jibae leaves it where it sat, in a puddle of brown that quickly stained that white paper making the ink run. The maid continues to clean the room without a lick of concern, going about her routine with an overbearing eye for perfection. 45 minutes pass without even a pause, and the place is made spotless. The coffee having since soaked up well, she'd pluck the papers out of the can and tap them down with the cloth they were on. Placed gingerly back on the master's desk, she'd take the coaster and put it off to the right and place the empty cup on its side. A handful of soggy brown papers left behind, and an empty mug is left in a spick and span room as she'd move on to the next. Every little dose she'd find out of place, where the owner had failed to adhere to a strict set of guidelines and common decency would find the same chaos ensue upon his things.

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<<Assist System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 1

Final Exp Reward: +0%

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Jibae | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

Spoiler

Name: Jibae
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) x3

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Eruda 0]

Outstretching her arms and legs with a huge yawn to follow. Glancing to the corner of her unopened HUD, it read 6am. Patting the side of the sheets, there was no Raidou. Feeling a bounce on the bed, eyes meet the fire wolf, Rasarai. With a smile she sits up, pattering her on the head. Eruda gets up, feet dangle of the edge of the bed as she tries to blink her eyes fully open. Rubbing them with another yawn, placing slippers beneath her bare feet. Eruda makes the bed, the wolf helps drag the sheets up to the pillows and hops off. She could hear pitter patter of paws running down the long swirling stairs. Walking down herself, finding a cup and plate in the sink that signified that her hubby had already eaten the morning meal. Washing them and placing them on the table for reuse. Grabbing some eggs and bread to make some easy french toast. Starting to heat the water up, Raidou had gotten her hooked on the green tea. A bit of honey would be added, it was too plain without.

Rinsing the china off with a bit of soap, they are placed in the dish drain. Making her way upstairs, she walks down the hall, passing four rooms. Two of which were made into guest rooms for when family randomly decided to show up out of the blue. The room that she walks into had a small desk in the corner with a chair. On that platform there was a few thread spools and some fabric of various colors. On the far wall was a standing wardrobe of clothing that she had made, most of which were dresses. She was trying out designs for different occasions, that and she didn't like wearing the same outfit more than once unless it was her armor of course. Making her own clothing had some advantages, one simply being that if someone needed something amazing to wear for a date, she would have it. There were pink, blue, purple and even green just so it would match the tone of whom ever wore it. On another wall there would be full on outfits like t-shirts, jeans, skirts, and shorts. This was just in case someone like her sister wanted something. Sitting down on the chair, taking some thread and a needle, the dress that she started last week would finally be finished today.

A few hours would pass, the masterpiece was done. Standing up as she holds it out in front of her with a smile. A dress with only one strap upon the shoulder. It was a light blue color with frilly skirt that was almost see through or that same blue. The undertone of this toto was a darker navy blue. On the seam of the two inch strap was a rough material, almost like silk that curled against the edge. Taking a hanger, she would set them with the rest.

Finding herself in the garden, sitting on the bench with a small blanket that was set on her lap. Patting the wood, her wolf hops up and lays a head on her lap. Petting down her spine before taking a book out with a pen. Eruda would proof read her version of Romeo and Juliet until she got it right. Only then would she make a final copy and give it to Raidou.

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 10

Final Exp Reward: +5%

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Eruda | HP: 35/35 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 8 | MIT:106 | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | BRN-IM  | FL.AURA: 4 | FL.THORNS: 2/4 | THORNS:18 | BH:2 | REC: 2 | BRN: 14 | LD:4

Spoiler

Eruda, Unbridalled Fury
True Tier: 10
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 35/35
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 8
Mitigation: 106
Battle Healing: 2
Loot Die: 4
Stealth Rating: -5
TAUNT
BRN-IM
FL.AURA: 4
FL.THORNS: 2/4

REC: 2
BRN: 14
Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket:
  - Consuming Pyre - Surt T4: (Burn 2, Taunt)
Armor/Trinket:
  - Reinforced Plate - Lily T4 Demonic: Flame Aura 2, Flameproof, Recovery 1
Shield/Armor/Trinket:
  - Stalwart Defender T4 Demonic: Thorns 2, Recovery 1, Flame Thorns 1

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Mitigation R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  -

Custom Skill:
  - Supernatural Fury

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Curved Sword R5
  - Fighting Spirit
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Howl
  - Searching R4

Extra Skills:
  - Concentration
  - Survival
  - Block R5

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Iron Skin
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Night Vision
  - Shield Bash
  - Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Anthem of Finality - Destruction x1
  - Anthem of Finality - Destruction x3
  - Anthem of Finality - Destruction x5
  - Anthem of Finality - Destruction x5
  - Teleport Crystal x2

Housing Buffs:
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:
 - Tailoring[exp] R1
Gathering Profession:
 - Forager[exp] R1

 

[Abelith 0]

Sitting on a oak wood chair in the middle of a bustling diner, the characters continue to slide past her table. Directly in front of her, a sandwich sits idly on a plate. The drink given to her runs cold as Abelith pays it zero attention. In her hands however, a pen scratches angrily across a journal of parchment. On it the greyish outline of a face coming closer and closer to resembling a human being. Her fingers and hand painted grey with all the bleeding from her pen, even the edges of that paper stained in that same shade. A waitress moves to her table, tilting to look at the woman as she'd debate asking if she needed anything else. But clearly she was busy.

Her legs wiggle just a bit on the chair, her tongue poking out as she scratched away in feverish frenzy. A bead of sweat races down her brow, getting caught on her lips. Her eyes getting more and more ravenous with every stroke, turning that drawing into a regular portrait. The contents? A woman she'd met but three nights prior, to which her memory was still so 'fresh'. Every curve of her cheek, down to the very pores on her smooth peach skin recalled and conveyed upon that paper in an immortal recollection. The girl would start to sweat more profusely, squirming more and more before she would almost drop that packet of parchment. Her arms flounder helplessly to the table, almost knocking over her drink in the process.

"Finished." She exhumes in almost a defeated tone, as if every ounce of energy drains from her body the moment that artist's rendition was completed. The pen in her hand rolls limply to the table, as her wiggling in her legs subsides after a few final jerks. The journal placed carelessly as she lays on it. Dazed, she looks to her food and starts to poke out her tongue toward it. Sluggishly, she fights her body up and tries to start eating. She'd drawn up quite the appetite, but her arms threatened to give completely out just with the weight. Taking a few bites she lazily chews it and finally remembers the chilled boba drink she'd ordered that has since started to become soggy. Abelith stands from her chair, leaving the dark spot made from her sitting there behind as she'd pound the rest of her drink. With a fold of her book shut, she'd move to the front counter and pay before anyone discovered it and made her pay for the chair she ruined.... Again.

Back out into the mainstay of the city in all its luminescent glory, like a predator on the prowl. Eyes locked to players as they pass her by, her next victim model was just waiting to be found. Abelith eventually finds another, a man with long red hair and a striking pair of green eyes. Poking out of his shirt is the most well defined clavicles a man could sport. A twinkle in her eye confirms the hit, and she'd slide up as quick as those little damp legs could carry her.

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 1

Final Exp Reward: +10%

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Abelith | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 6

Spoiler

Name: Abelith, Seeker of the Eastern Star
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 6

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Rosalie Abre - [T1/Rare/Whip] Damage 2
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Whip R1

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) x3

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Freya 0]

Tossing a rotten apple behind her, Ko pounces on it and starts rolling around. You see her stop, the familiar sneezes, the apple and the ground hiss in flames. Glancing back Freya laughs as the thing was just standing there staring at the fruit like it was its fault. "Come Ko, we need to finish our rounds." The cat hops in zig zags toward her, as her lowers her hand down the creature leaps on and up to sit on her shoulders. "They should of respond by now," squinting toward each nearby tree in sight. With a grin she runs, jumps (feeling claws on her back) and lands with a shiny red apple in her hands. It was larger that most of the other fruits, that is why she wanted it. It tasted different than the others, more sweetness to the taste buds. She knew it was fresh because sense she had found the dam thing, she has picked it everyday. Placing it in her pouch, she takes out a piece of paper and a pen. Crossing it off the list, it was something that she made when the white haired woman showed her the different between okay food and AMAZING food.

Heading a few yards away, bushes rustled in the distance. Ko jumps off Freya, when she lands the animal is full size baring her saber teeth to the single boar that decided to cross their path. Seeing it run as fast as it could the other way, Ko shifts back to tiny mode, sits and looks up. A chuckle escapes her lips as the little fur ball start prowling through the tree line with no regrets. Leaning down, Freya would grasp a few wild blackberries. It would be just enough to make that famous pie of hers. There was however a few more ingredients that would need to be collected before perfection. Spiraling around the bushes, her hand traces brush. Another set of berries would be collected, this time raspberries. She wasn't sure why they worked together, but they did and people loved the pie. It was selling like hot cakes. Gathering a few more hand fulls, she was planning to make pancakes from them tomorrow morning. If Gaius liked them, they would be put on the menu. 

Ending up on another floor, another forest with less trees. There was only one thing she was after, the MEGA EGG. She assumed that when she found it a few weeks ago that a quest or something would of popped on her screen but nothing happened. These ostrich eggs were only here once in a blue moon, not literally but they were rare. They were in only one location that she new of, they made really good omelets. Finding the nest, there was no bird this time. She just figured it wondered away and got itself dead. Regardless it made collecting the large egg super easy. Picking it up in both hands, it was a bit heavy. It this was retrieved she always had to make a stop home before doing anything else.

With a THUMP, the uncooked yummyness was on the counter top. She would prep this before Gaius got home, she always did. It kept the man guessing how she made so much eggs.

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 9

Final Exp Reward: +15%
Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward

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Freya | HP: 20/20 | EN: 25/25 | DMG: 14 | MIT:20 | ACC:4 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:1 | VAMP-O: 3 | REC: 1 | LD:6
 

Spoiler

Freya, Twisted Sister
True Tier: 9
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 25/25

Stats:
Damage: 14
Mitigation: 20
Accuracy: 4
Evasion: 1
Battle Healing: 1
Loot Die: 6
AA
PHASE
VAMP-O: 3
REC: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket:
  - Final Calamity - Remorse (T4/Demonic/2HBA): Absolute Accuracy, Vampiric Offensive 1, Bleed 1, Phase
Armor/Trinket:
  - Dark Embrace - Sacrifice (T4/Perfect/Light Armor): Evasion 2, Recovery 1
Shield/Armor/Trinket:
  - Ebon Band - Truth (Tierless/Perfect/Trinket): Accuracy 3

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  -

Custom Skill:
  -

Skills:
  - Axe R5
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Charge
  - Cloth Armor R5
  - Energist
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:
  - Concentration
  - Survival

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Nimble
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Athletics
  - Night Vision
  - Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:
  - Trading Hall: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters and Rank 4 merchants/performers receive +1 crafting/identification attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters and Rank 5 merchants/performers receive +2 crafting/identification attempts per day.
  - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

Edited 21 hours ago by Freya

[Lancaster 1]

The blazing heat roared on in an overclocked display of candlelight. Windows break and wood burns as the heat continued to rise. The man stood idle with a cold inflection as he enjoyed watching on as it would dance for him. NPC's come barreling out of it, shrieking in a panicked state unsure how to respond. Fumbling and falling to their knees, some losing their footing and rolling to a gentle stop. The fleshy smell would cause most to be sick to their stomach, but Lancaster found it mildly amusing. Taking the bottle of whiskey clutched by the neck in his left hand to his lips, a remainder of what was used as the accelerant bit back as it washed along his tongue.

Infraction, Infraction, Infraction.

They bounced away harmlessly as if begging the man to care, who held that same stoic stare throughout. Eventually it would reach the rooms considered safe of those players. He had a bone to pick, given they'd been a bit too nosy for his tastes. Everyone was convinced that with the proper location they were untouchable, but the reality was that it wasn't that rare. Safe Zones were only consider as one for as long as they remained. And most just blindly assumed that every building was one. A folly. This mess was a bit beneath him, but there was something a little delightful of taking on the personal touch. Sure he could have delegated the kills, but he had given himself the gift of allowing him to savor it. Like a slow boiling pot, they'd reach to windows and try to pull them open. Lancaster even has the audacity to wave, as they fought against the locks that had since fused to the frame.

He'd take another bite of liquor, perching his lips as he stared them straight in the face. Enjoying their looks of waning hope, as their lives came crumbling down in the slowest and most gruesome deaths. Turning the bottle upside down, he'd use the weight of it to toss it through a lower floor window, seeing the air being sucked in as the threshold broke causing a backdraft that erases most of the bottom level. "Enjoy your stay." The man goads in an obvious lick of Italian accent as he'd turn and start to exit the scene. Taking a large step over a burnt carcass of an NPC that drains out its final few hitpoints, the clutter made it a bit harder to walk. He had matters to attend to, for as much as he wished he could stay and enjoy the bonfire. All manner of joy to be had, all the little things to discover and wonder about in this blessed place. Of course, after he cut through all the bullshit red tape and morality that was for some reason thrust upon him. Why the hell should he care about such trivial things as common decency. These morons straight up took everything they heard and were told at face value, yet he was the unreasonable one?

Idiots

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 1

Final Exp Reward: +20%

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Lancaster | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

Spoiler

Name: Lancaster
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) x3

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Sam 0]

The sound of steam, the overwhelming smell of coffee fills the house. A repeated chime of her HUD, Sam had figured out how to put a timer on her coffee pot and a alarm to go off everyday at 5 am. The blanket is thrown off her head, she lays there staring at the ceiling blinking every few second. With a deep inhale and a slow out puff with her lips formed into a tiny little oval. A few minutes pass, throwing the covers off and hopping out of bed the minute she hears the machine downstairs ding to say it's done. Making her bed really fast and running out of the room, down the black carpeted stairs. Grabbing a cup from the pantry, mist rises from the mug as the liquid was poured. Taking a sip of that coffee, smacking her lips together trying to rid her mouth of the hotness. Setting some bread in the toaster, glancing into her living room.

Paper still littered the front room from when she went on the rampage hunt from hell. The lead that she had fell into the wind and so did that attempt to catch the -who did it blame game- female. Until something more came up there wasn't much that could be done. Everything that Freyd said that day got her thinking. Did she really want to be the one to take another humans life? When push came to shove could she? Could she have that same marker and be reminded everyday that her hands caused a woman to stop breathing. No, the simple answer was now. Maybe that is why Lium didn't tell her the truth in the first place. Somehow he knew that even with or without this knowledge, she wouldn't have the balls to do what was needed. The toast popped and Sam jumps as it scared the living day lights out of her. Holding her chest for a moment, taking a deep breath before playing hot potato, master of juggling act with one hand and the coffee in the other.

Through the hallway, past the bathroom and down a set of stairs. She had this massive building with so many empty rooms and after meeting CC she decided to get fully on board. Coming into this large room, the main flooring was light pasty grey concrete. On the far side opposite of the staircase there was a huge throw down red rug. There on the fluffy rug sat a mic in front with a wall mount on the back wall. A small shelf that held note books and folders, songs that she had remembered by heart and written up herself. On a wall closer to the stairs off the rug was another small shelf that held some recording crystals. Right next to it a sister shelf but this one had completed recording crystals with labels of what they held inside. The wall at the foot of the stairs just to the right, a small cubby that held a desk with blank music sheets and half written ones. After performing with her idol, it made Raven want to be better. This is were she spend most of her time now when she was done taking inventory in the guild hall of course. Picking up that new red bass, she stands in front of the mic. With an activation of a recording, she began to practice both her voice and her playing so that when she played with the Top Spot Harlots again, improvement would be shown.

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 9

Final Exp Reward: +25%
Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward

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Sam | HP: 20/20 | EN: 25/25 | DMG: 14 | MIT:20 | ACC:3 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:1 | REC: 2 | LD:9 | PROSP:1 | QTY: 2

Spoiler

Sam, The Raven
True Tier: 9
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 25/25

Stats:
Damage: 14
Mitigation: 20
Accuracy: 3
Evasion: 1
Loot Die: 9
Stealth Rating: 5
AA
PHASE
REC: 2
QTY: 2

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket:
  - Bhafel, Decree of War (PROJ-T4-Demonic): Absolute Accuracy, Accuracy 2, Phase
Armor/Trinket:
  - Raven's Fickle Fortune - Solera:Loot Dice 2, Recovery 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket:
  - Anathema's Merit:Quality 2, Loot Dice 1, Prosperity 1

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  -

Custom Skill:
  -

Skills:
  - Cloth Armor R5
  - Energist
  - Projectile Weaponry R5
  - Quick Change
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R5
  - Concentration
  -
First Aid R3
Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Nimble
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Athletics
  - Surpise Attack: Trickster
  - Tracking
  - Vanish

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Acolyte's Light (T4-Perfect-Cloth Armor): Evasion 1, Recovery 2 x1
  - Bhafel, Strand of Vengeance (PROJ-T4-Demonic): Envenom 1, Bleed 1, Frostbite 1, Static 1 x
  - Gold Promise - Din's Flame (T1/Perfect):Accuracy 1, Evasion 2  x

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Dining Room: Turn 2 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Lesser Feast. A Lesser Feast contains 4 portions of the food items sacrificed. Lesser Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Bedroom): +1 Expertise to declared utility skill. Cannot boost a skill without ranks, or increase a skill past its maximum rank. Cannot boost a skill the user has not learned yet. Ranks obtained using this buff will make the mods of that rank available for purchase. Mods obtained this way are unusable if this buff is removed until the skill is returned to the appropriate rank by way of SP purchase.
  - Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per fishing attempt
  - Herbalist Hut: +2 Gathering EXP per gathering attempt
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Guest Room: Players can have one «Amenity» in a «Guest Room» and the «Amenity» cannot be recovered. Players are allowed to change which «Amenity» is in the «Guest Room». Multiple instances of the same «Amenity» do not stack. This buff affects the player and their choice of up to two party members.
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:
  - Trading Hall: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters and Rank 4 merchants/performers receive +1 crafting/identification attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters and Rank 5 merchants/performers receive +2 crafting/identification attempts per day.
  - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

Edited 1 hour ago by Sam

[Tybalt 1]

The dimly lit altar of red velvet, with lights that drew brightly across a stage. A dreary eyed player fumbles into consciousness after quite the night in a bottle. The first thing she notices is her arms bound tightly to the chair she was sat in, one like many in cascading rows on both sides of her. Ropes coiled around her wrists and upper arm in multiple wrappings to confirm security. They scrunch as the girl pulls against them, and with horror she tries to cry for help. Instead she'd discover the handful of cloth jammed into her mouth and affixed there with a ring of leather. Only her eyes and ears were free, and out of desperation they quickly jerk around.

In her search, she manages to spot more in the same situation she was in. Speckled across this theater and tied up all the same. The click of lights in abrupt pops, as the stage would fill with a more luminescent volume of light. Shortly after, her despair muddies itself with a curiosity sheer out of survival instinct. A clicking in a rhythmic continuation, drawing attentions of three to the same spot upon the stage. On it, a colorful wheel in all manner of hues that twirled in a consistent droning causing them to blur. The more uninviting acknowledgement being the man strapped to it by 4 metal bands spreading him out across it, causing his limbs to follow like hands on a clock as it spun. The clicking: a small red arrow at 12 o clock, fixed as the wheel continued to turn without much resistance.

Walking out with a tap of his shoes, that echoed with each step taken as the most prominent sound among the finite. Evidently Tybalt finds his way just to the left of this device, slightly off center stage. A lift of two hands encased in white gloves, one adjusting his mask while the other draws a spectacle toward the wheel. The three members of his audience begin to panic, fighting against their binds for fear that they may be next. "Round and Round it goes, where it stops?..." Grabbing one of the many rungs and pulling it down hard to cause the wheel to turn quicker. "Nobody knows." He'd sit in the simple silence, as members of his captured crowd would remain in a mix of struggles and watching. Once it would slow to a crawl, the little arrow at the top bending a bit as the weight increased. It settles on a single spot, with a dark green triangle somewhat obscured by the victim plastered to its front. "Oh, a card trick? What an elegant choice my good man. This is why I let you make all the decisions" he'd tilt his head toward his unwilling assistant, as if having a one sided conversation with the unconscious man. "But I think I need a member of the audience for that one? If you say so." Toward the edge of the stage he'd walk and hop down with a thud. Each step as he'd work his way up the aisle would cause the woman to panic more and more, given the space between them slowly folded in.

Bending down on one knee, he'd tilt and gingerly clutch her chin. "Why aren't you pretty, what's your name?" even cupping where is ear would be for dramatic effect. He nods as if she is speaking, causing her to look to her left and right without directly breaking eye contact. "Adorable. What a cutie, hubbah hubbah" he replies to no one directly, as canned laughter seems to play from nowhere. Into his formal coat pocket, he fishes out a deck of cards and splays them out in front of her in a fan. The purple backs of the cards facing her. "Pick a card, any card. Don't worry I won't peek." Lifting his offhand to cover the slits in his mask. After an indeterminate amount of time, he continues to hold a completely one sided conversation with the girl. Shuffling the cards twice, even going as far to create these large displays of raking them between hands he plucks one out with finesse and rips it up held between an index and a middle finger from the bottom. A 9 of clubs stares back at her. "What!?" He yells shocked, pushing his open hand against the mask "That's your card you say?" His posture jerks around toward the stage "Theodore, I think I finally figured out that trick. You know what that means!" His excitement at is peak as he flicks the card with a flash of purple light, cutting off the mans right ring finger with deadly accuracy. The man springs to life, horrified by the sensation.

"Another card Betty, this time for sure."

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 1

Final Exp Reward: +30%

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Tybalt | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 1

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Name: Tybalt, The Jester
True Tier: 1
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 1

Equipped Gear:
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Combat Mastery:
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Combat Shift:
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Familiar Skill:
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Custom Skill:
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Skills:

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) x3

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Lium 1]

PH

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<<Assisting System Engaged>>
Level: 1
Paragon: 0
Tier: 1
True Tier: 9

Final Exp Reward: +35%
Guild Rank 5: +5% Final EXP reward

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Lium | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 14 | MIT:20 | ACC:1
 

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Lium
True Tier: 2
Level: 1
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 20/20
EN: 20/20

Stats:
Damage: 14
Mitigation: 20
Accuracy: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket:
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Armor/Trinket:
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Shield/Armor/Trinket:
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Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  -

Familiar Skill:
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Custom Skill:
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Skills:
  - Cloth Armor R5
  - Martial Arts R5

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Athletics

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Storage): +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:
  - Trading Hall: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters and Rank 4 merchants/performers receive +1 crafting/identification attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters and Rank 5 merchants/performers receive +2 crafting/identification attempts per day.
  - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession: