[F29-EV] The Final Stand | <<Fatal Error ACT: 2>>

[Plot Master 0]

The Final Stand

The Frontlines would rage on to face fight against whatever horror was causing this mess. Players of all color and creeds, levels and strengths, would find themselves forced to hold strong at the final bastions around Floor 29. Waves of corrupted entities continue to batter the walls of Illridge and Miremore, leaving the NPC guardsman laid low. Splintered wood fills the streets as feral howls echo throughout eternal nights. Animals wearing human skins, replacing all manner of life, seek hard and fast the gates that connect this Floor to the others. Like a plague, a parasite, it could only hunger for more.

By pure happenstance, through all their efforts, Players had stumbled upon what they assumed the key to victory. The sword that once held a space in the Boss Room but was stolen away into hiding, was found acting as the lighthouse beacon of Graycott Point. Once removed, the waters grow dark, but it was with that shining star that they would see another sunrise. Now the difficulty would come in spades, for the forces available would need to defend all life as they knew it, and work to assist those brave enough to fight in the final confrontation. Every hand needed a sword or hammer, every wound needed tending. Else all would be washed away, like the sands across these blackened shores.

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Participants are required to aid whichever settlement they choose by performing any of the following tasks:

Tasks
1. Rebuild Barricades (+Armor Skill Rank)
2. Tend to the Wounded (+First Aid Skill Rank)
3. Repair equipment (+Profession Skill Rank)
4. Slaughtering Mobs (+Weapon Skill Rank)
5. Command the Troops (+Leadership Skill Rank)
6. Cut down leadership (+Hiding Skill Rank)

Each post must adhere to a minimum of 300 words and include an LD roll. Using the task list above, use the outlined rank as a modifier to this LD roll but no others will apply. For the number of completed (no placeholders) posts, LD will be tallied up during each of the raids 72 hour round windows. Depending on the total combined LD values, the following may occur:

1-50 | The raid will have a single wave of 4 unknown enemies spawn per group
51-100 | Nothing Occurs
101-150 | Raid participants will receive reinforcements which provides +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout}
151+ | Raid participants will receive renewed hope, resetting all currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light] & temporarily disabling the effects of [Horrifying Visage] for all participants.

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Important Side Task: Delivering the Sword to its altar
A single Player or team of Players (up to 4) that is participating in this thread can choose to take part in delivering the sword. During which they are temporarily suspended from participating and are required to start their own thread that is linked in the post they choose to take it using [Delivering the Sword pt.X] as the thread title. Players can use any manner they see fit to relay the sword to its final resting place within this thread, either by avoiding mobs or cutting a path, sneaking through etc. At any point, the Player or team of Players can choose to 'pass' the sword to another individual/team within this event after closing their thread which is encouraged to prevent burn out. Each thread closed this way will automatically yield +50 LD to the current raid round window. However If staff finds that Players are abusing this to gain an easy +50 LD, that Player or those Players will be removed from the event and receive no rewards. Once at least 27000 words have been submitted and closed to 'Deliver the sword', it will arrive where it needs to.

Round 1 has begun
Writers will have 72 hours to make one post per character.
[Countdown Timer]

Current Required Word Count Completed: 0/27000

Congratulations!
Because the upper goal of 20 support threads was met, Players will start with the sword.
Otherwise, they would have been forced to complete additional actions to find the sword during the companion event.

[Abellio 0]

“I FOUND A HAMMER!”

The red-haired male burst out of a pile of rain-drenched wood and metal, holding aloft a claw hammer as if he were King Arthur brandishing Excalibur. There was rustling off in the distance, shifting debris that moved to and fro. Eventually, with an explosion of rubble, Waldo’s hulking frame could be seen. He mirrored Abellio’s gesture, holding up a bucket of nails with a bright expression. He gave a muffled, joyful noise. 

“Nice! Good job Waldo!”

Abellio grabbed the nails and took his hammer before rushing off towards The Black. There was a sense of urgency in his movements - he needed to work quickly.

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From Lysette:
Hey Abellio! How’s it coming?

He scowled, instead pouring on more speed. He was already behind. Who knew that it would take so damn long to find a hammer and nails? Wood, they had in spades. Oil and torches too, if his plan managed to work out. 

All they needed was the stage.

Skidding to a stop a small distance away from the beach where the raiders had assembled, he dropped the bucket of nails and looked around. Waldo was right behind him, barreling towards him. Abellio felt rather bad that he had left the Walrus-man in the dust. But it was crunch time. Looking around, there was plenty of wood strewn about the beach. He didn’t realize Waldo was carrying something between his flippers until the creature came to a stop in front of him. Abellio looked down and then back up to Waldo’s beady eyes with a bright grin.

Song Crystals - presumably from an abandoned NPC shop.

“You’re a fucking genius, dude! Let’s grind this out.”

The foundation was laid quickly. Frighteningly so. Potentially - probably - impossibly so. But that was the thing about living in a game. You didn’t get tired. Arms didn’t get wobbly. Legs and back didn’t give out. And when you were as fast as Abellio was, you could just go full bore into the process. Abellio and Waldo were absolute machines. Waldo would launch a plank or a beam and Abellio would set it. Then on to the next, rapid-fire style. 

They even had enough for the man to shore up some barricades to keep the creepy crawlies on the Floor from bothering the Frontliners.

Within minutes, it was done. A beautiful stage and a wide sweeping fence to keep the darkness at bay. Every few feet, Abello had set torches. Waldo had placed bits of metal to shine the light towards the stilted platform.

Finally, Abellio opened his menu and sent a message.

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To Lysette:
It’s ready! Pull up!

Abellio hopped up on the platform and gave a sharp about face. He could see the fighting going on below. It looked intense.

So maybe they’d appreciate some fight music.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and took a deep breath.

“HEY DUDES! I KNOW YOU’RE BUSY! DON’T LOOK JUST LISTEN! GOT SOME LADIES UP HERE THAT WANTED TO HELP KEEP YOUR SPIRITS UP WITH SOME MUSIC!”

Waldo launched a crystal onto the stage like a grenade. High tempo techno beats began to echo out over the beach, drowning out the rain.

“SO GIVE IT UP FOR STY/L!”

Abellio winced.

“WAIT! SHIT! NO! DON’T GIVE IT UP! FOCUS!”

Barricades - ID: 247485 | LD: 1+5 
Running Total: 6

Spoiler

"Name: Abellio
True Tier: 2
Level: 15
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 300/300
EN: 48/48

Stats:
Damage: 13
Mitigation: 40
Battle Healing: 3
Stealth Rating: -5

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

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R1
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Straight Sword R4

Extra Skills:
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Lady Luck

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
"                                                                                                                            

 

Edited Tuesday at 08:56 PM by Oscar

[Dracul 0]

The rain on Floor 29 wasn't cleansing; it was a greasy, persistent smear across the visor of my helmet. Ilridge, what was once a proud city, now felt like the crumbling mausoleum of its own past. Claudia adjusted her glasses beside me, her crimson hair a defiant splash of colour against the perpetual gloom. Darius, ever the silent shadow, scanned the debris-choked streets with the watchful intensity of a guard dog. The air hummed with a low, discordant thrum – not just the storm, but the unsettling energy of the corrupted entities lurking just beyond the broken barricades.

"Utterly dismal." I remarked, the words tasting like the metallic tang of the storm on my lips. "One expects a certain... grandeur, even in decay. This is merely squalid."

"The main staging area is near the western gate, Master Dracul!" Claudia stated, her voice crisp despite the howling wind. She pointed towards a chaotic swirl of players near a fractured stone archway. Torches guttered, casting long, dancing shadows that made the hastily rebuilt barricades look like jagged teeth. "Reports indicate the primary need is equipment repair. The relentless assaults are taking a heavy toll on durability."

"Alchemy it is, then..." I sighed, tapping a gauntleted finger against the heavy shield strapped to my back. My gaze swept over the scene: players frantically hammering wood into place, others bent over groaning forms applying bandages, small groups sallying forth to thin the shambling horrors pressing against the outer defenses. Commanders barked orders, their voices strained against the cacophony. It was organized chaos, a testament to desperation rather than true order. "Lead on, Claudia. Darius, watch our backs. These... things seem particularly restless tonight."

Navigating the slick, rain-slicked streets was treacherous. The skeletal remains of buildings seemed to leer down, empty windows like accusing eyes. The eerie sensation of being watched was palpable, a constant prickle on the back of my neck. Darius moved with surprising grace for his bulk, his butler's attire incongruous but his posture radiating readiness. He placed himself subtly between us and the darker alleyways without a word.

We reached the repair station – little more than a large, partially collapsed awning offering scant shelter from the downpour. Makeshift forges glowed, anvils rang, but it was the alchemical station I sought: tables laden with shattered blades, rent armor, and the sharp, acrid smell of dissolution vials and powdered mending crystals. A harried-looking player with smudges of soot across his face barely glanced up as we approached.

"New set of hands? Thank the system. Grab a bench. Priority on anything frontline-bound – swords, heavy armor. Durability crystals are running low, so make 'em count!" He thrust a chipped longsword towards me.

I accepted it, my alchemist's eye instantly assessing the stress fractures along the fuller. Claudia was already organizing the scattered tools on the bench beside me with practiced efficiency, laying out precise rows of catalysts and solvents. Darius positioned himself at the edge of the awning, his gaze fixed outward, a silent sentinel against the gloom.

"Repetitive labor... peasant work." I murmured, more to myself than anyone. "Beneath the talents bestowed by my lineage, perhaps, but necessity makes pragmatists of us all." I activated my Alchemy skill, the interface overlaying the damaged blade. My fingers moved with practiced precision, selecting catalysts, applying dissolution fluid with a careful dropper to weaken the stressed molecular bonds, then layering powdered mending crystal precisely along the fracture lines. The faint blue glow of the repair process pulsed under my hands. It was methodical, almost meditative, a stark contrast to the surrounding frenzy. My mind, however, wandered. This constant defense... it felt reactive. Weak. We should be the ones pushing forward, cleansing this floor, not merely patching holes in a sinking ship.

Claudia handed me a badly dented breastplate without needing to be asked. "The structural integrity is compromised near the left pauldron rivet, Master Dracul. Recommend reinforcing with a trace of platinum shard solution before the primary mend."

"Precisely!" I acknowledged. Her keen eye was invaluable. As I worked, a sharp cry echoed from the barricade line, followed by the clash of steel. A small group of corrupted horrors – twisted mockeries of wolves with too many eyes – had breached a weak point. Players surged to meet them. My hand instinctively tightened on the breastplate I was holding. The urge to join the fray, to feel the satisfying crunch of virtual bone under my shield, flared hot and sudden – that familiar, dark pulse beneath the surface. But reason, and Claudia's subtle clearing of her throat, held me back. My place was here, ensuring others had the tools to fight. For now...

Darius shifted his weight, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he watched the skirmish. He didn't move, but his fists were clenched. Loyalty bound him here, protecting me, even as his instincts clearly screamed to engage.

"Focus, Master Dracul!" Claudia said softly, adjusting her glasses. "This plate requires your full attention. The frontline relies on our work being flawless."

She was right, of course. Annoyingly so. I pushed down the surge of battle-lust, channelling the frustration into the meticulous application of a mending catalyst. The repair glow intensified, sealing the rent metal. Another weapon saved. Another life potentially prolonged in this grim holding action. Outside, the skirmish ended as quickly as it began, the breach sealed by reinforcements. The relentless drumming of rain on the awning filled the silence that followed, punctuated by the rhythmic clang of hammers on anvils and the distant, mournful howls from beyond the walls.

The storm raged on. The darkness pressed in. And we worked, patching the frayed edges of their defiance, one meticulous repair at a time. The true battle, I knew, raged elsewhere, near that stolen sword at Graycott Point. Here, we merely held the line, fueled by duty, necessity, and the quiet, unyielding competence of those who served. Even nobility, it seemed, had its place in the trenches. For now... 

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Dracul | HP: 400/400 | EN: 58/58 | DMG: 7 | TAUNT | REC: 2 | LD:3

Spoiler

"Name: Dracul
True Tier: 2
Level: 20
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 400/400
EN: 58/58

Stats:
Damage: 7
Loot Die: 3
TAUNT
REC: 2

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - ≪Blue Rose#58993≫ T2: Damage | Damage | Damage                                                                                                                                                  
Armor/Trinket: 
  - ≪Feline Helper#13453≫ T1: Loot Die | Loot Die | Loot Die                                                                                                                                            
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - ≪Memory Fragment#134713-1≫ T1: Recovery | Recovery | Taunt                                                                                                                                            

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

  - ≪Teleport [Crystal]≫ x1

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:
 - Alchemist[640exp] R7
Gathering Profession:
 - Forager[exp] R1"                                                                                                                            

Repair Equipment ID#247494  LD: 15 +7
Running Total: 28

Edited yesterday at 12:04 AM by Dracul

[CHAMELEON 0]

it made little sense for him to come to this place, but ikeno takahashi, among thousands of others, was a curious sort of cat. fatal error caught his attention, and so he did what he always did and took a look.

he found rain first. and wind. and lightning, too. then, the monsters. they were horrific things with gangly bodies and unsightly faces. they came in all shapes and sizes and species; some were bugs, others fish. each and every one of them was disgusting.

his knife dragged along a shambler's deformed body, but his mind was elsewhere. it wasn't the first time the town of ilridge had been invaded--or so he had heard--but it would be the most notable, for it coincided with the boss raid. somewhere else, far away from there, frontliners laid their hearts against the cold hard stones along the shore and fought their way out of hell.

ikeno didn't particularly care.

that is to say, he didn't care about the frontliners. he cared a lot about the next floor. it was one more puzzle to toy with, one more place to explore. his attachment to those who cleared the floors was entirely non-existent. who even were they?

he flipped a blade, running it through the gut of a weird fish (or frog?) creature. there were so many monsters in ilridge. a player caught his attention from behind.

"hey!" the stranger called out.

ikeno replied neutrally. "hey."

the stranger's face was dripping. it wasn't hard to tell that he had been there long. mud covered his clothes, so much so that it was impossible to see what colour they originally were. his face and body were scratched up. the scratches faded slowly as the system tried desperately to heal him.

"need anything?" the stranger asked. "heals? buffs? whatever?"

ikeno's brow rose. "uh. no?"

detect notified the stranger of something approaching his flank. he twirled, cutting a shambler into two equal halves. ikeno took note of the player's curved sword. a rare tool in contrast to the other weapons aincrad had to offer.

shit. stop. don't be curious.

"what's your name?" ikeno asked.

"goldenboy."

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SLAUGHTERING MOBS -> 247496 LD 8+1=9 | RUNNING TOTAL: 37

chameleon | level 4 | goldenboy? that's a stupid name...   Hide contents CHAMELEON | HP: 80/80 | EN: 26/26 | DMG: 4 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | BLD: 12 | PARA | LD: 1 equipped: everything strange | t1 throwing weapons BLD II, PAR I basalt | t1 jewelry ACC III seafoam | t1 jewelry EVA III skills: throwing weapons | rank 3 searching | rank 1 data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw==

[Jevi 0]

Why the hell were people willingly coming to this floor? 

The nearly constant crackling of thunder was accompanied by the heavy hammering of metal against an anvil.  Her space illuminated by a makeshift forge, its flames barely managing to stay alive with the constant onslaught of rain. A canopy made up of a fallen flag and the remains of a store's front awning were enough, for now. A powerful gust of wind that nearly took her off of her feet and knocked down her set up. Dropping everything, she rushed to the forge and fanned the flames to keep them alive. 

Why the hell did she willingly come to this floor? 

The camp was made up of mostly blacksmiths, about five or six of them, all from different walks of life and different levels. None had met before today, yet they all worked in tandem with so much chaos surrounding them. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Especially given Jevi was pretty comfortable working alone until now. 

"This batch here is good, ready to head back out!" Taking the red hot blade off of the anvil, she would dunk it into a barrel of rainwater. Steam rose as the blade hissed and cooled. Quickly pulling it from the barrel, she would drop it onto a table with six other weapons. "Stay safe out there." Jevi would nod to the player, who tasked himself with delivering repaired equipment back to the battlefield. 

Miremore was one of the last few settlements before the path down to the shoreline where the frontliners prepared to do battle. The warriors that set up barricades in the center of town were the last line of defense.. for anything that would slip past them would surely give the frontliners something to worry about. Jevi tapped her foot nervously, fingernails digging into the door-turned table as she looked out after the messenger towards Miremore. 

Jevi | HP: 680/680 | EN: 82/82 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 78 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 2 | BH: 30 | KEEN: 2 | PARA | REC: 4
Repairing Equipment -> ID 247497 | LD 13 +6 = 19

Running Total | 56

Spoiler

Jevi | HP: 680/680 | EN: 82/82 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 78 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 2 | BH: 30 | KEEN: 2 | PARA | REC: 4

Jevi,
Level: 32
Paragon Level: 6
HP: 700/700
EN: 84/84

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 78
Accuracy: 2
Evasion: 3
Battle Healing: 29
Keen: 2
Rec: 4
PARA

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: Maelstrom Bracers -  Keen | Keen | Para
Armor: Brawler's Respite - Mit | Mit | Recovery
Trinket: Fancy Footwork - Eva | Eva | Eva

Skills:
Combat Mastery: Damage R3
Specialization: AoE
Martial Arts R5
Light Armor R5
Fighting Spirit
Lock Picking R3
Battle Healing R4

Active Mods:
Meticulous

Addons:
Stamina x
Precision x
Ferocity x
Resolve x
Dismantling

Active Extra Skills:
Survival 

Buffs: 
Rested | -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat
Clean | The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 20%
Multipurpose | Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll    
Relaxed | Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.    
Meticulous | +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop.
Working | +2 EXP per crafting attempt
Forager | +2 Gathering EXP per gathering attempt    

 

 

 

[Lysette 0]

It was an impromptu decision. And it probably wasn’t a smart one. Had Lydia run this by anyone else, they probably would have talked her out of it. I mean, going all the way up to Floor 29 - right into the lion’s den - just to cheer on the Frontlines? It was stupid. She could get herself killed. The entire notion was ridiculous.

Ridiculous like wiling her hours away dancing for pocket change just to get by.

It had been a shock, going from riches to rags. From being on top of the world to the gutter. Even if she was finally free from her hangers-on, Lydia couldn’t justify playing it safe. She couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. But she didn’t know how to do anything. Not anything meaningful anyway.

But she had her dances.

And she had her voice.

She stared into the clear waters of the fountain where she spent most of her days. There was an expression she didn’t recognize there. Veiled behind crimson shades, there was a resolution there. Lydia would do something. Even if all she had were her dances and her voice, she could put them to use.

Even if it only helped a little bit.

Even if it didn’t help at all.

Lydia jumped at the sound of the incoming message. Abellio. It took her back to the day the two of them met. His bombastic attitude had been infectious. Despite her better judgement, it led her on her first adventure out of Sanctuary. And it made her realize that she needed to pull her weight.

In some ways, everyone had been right. There wasn’t much a poor, starving dancer could do.

But Lysette had so many tricks.

She didn’t even read the message. There was a flutter in her stomach. She - they - hadn’t practiced. But she was certain she could pull it off. As she dashed towards the Teleportation Platform, she quickly typed with one hand and fussed with her clothes with the other. Her outfit needed to be just so. She had standards after all.

This was her literal fucking profession.

Her heels clattered upon the stone dias. And before she was whisked off in a flash of light she hit send on her hastily-typed message.

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To STY/L
Girls. Get ‘em.

The change in surroundings was stark. Bright, clear skies replaced with dismal black thunderheads and oppressive rain. The floor was in upheaval. She broke off into a sprint, surprised at how gracefully she was able to move in heels. Over the broken homes and through the mud, she ran at a breakneck pace. Eventually, she heard the music over the rain. It was faint, but she knew where she was going.

And then she saw it. Those rows of torches and that hastily constructed stage. It didn’t look half bad for what Abellio’d had to work with.

In fact, it was perfect.

That fluttering feeling in her chest intensified. Familiar. Like an old friend. She’d become accustomed to it by now. The feeling that resonated through her entire being. Those tingles that kept her on her toes, at her best.

And for all the danger they were in, the Raiders deserved nothing but.

Lysette grabbed hold of a beam jutting out from under the stage. Using her arm as leverage and her momentum, she swung herself up and over. Her heels clacked against the wood, her body sliding straight into center stage. Abellio saw himself off with a short wave and a grin, dropping off the front to give her space to work. Lysette couldn’t see the rest of the group.

Hopefully they would come soon. She just had to trust that they would. Either way, she had to get started.

“HELL-O RAIDERS! IT’S LYSETTE FROM STY/L! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR WHAT YOU’RE DOIN’ FOR US!”

She had to scream to be heard over the music playing from the crystal at her feet. Those sawtooth waves sounded familiar. A little too familiar, really. But if Kayaba was cool with making a death game, it stood to reason he didn’t give a shit about copyrights.

So fuck it then. She could use it.

“WHILE YOU GUYS ARE DOIN’ THE HEAVY LIFTIN’! WE’LL KEEP YOU PUMPED UP!”

She took a moment. And a breath.

Just a moment, just a breath.

Her body began to move, gyrating to the beat. Quick and sharp. She felt exposed being the only one on stage. But she would sing the whole goddamn song if she had to.

Not that she would.

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Lyrics from POP/STARS by KD/A, do not count towards the total word count.

I'm a goddess with a blade
소리쳐봐 내 이름
잊지 못하게 loud, loud, loud, loud
I could take it to the top
절대 멈추지 못해
내가 끝내주는 bad gal, gal, gal

 

Action: Command the Troops
ID: 247498 | LD: 4
Running Total: 60

Spoiler

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

Stats:
Damage: 1
Evasion: 2
Stealth Rating: 1

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<Blade Pendant>> T1 Rare Trinket | 2 EVA

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:

Extra Skills:
  - Hiding R1

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
"                                                                                                                            

 

Edited 23 hours ago by Oscar

[Battle Maid 0]

Another day, another chance to gain more experience. The crew of maidens were out the field of whatever fucking floor they had found themselves on looking for some field bosses to grind. It was the usual for her. Leveling was difficult already, she’s barely broke past the first few levels.

The group would be discussing their next course of action when Tokki would receive a message from a name she hadn’t seen in a while. Immediately, it made her feel bad because she was the one who was eager to accept the NerveGear Sponsorship that had left them all in this mess. She expected the worst but it was much more surprising than that. She’d close her window to see she was now surrounded by maids. “Oh- Uh?”

”Got somewhere to be?” Agma would ask, hands on hip.

”Yeah, actually. It’s a little important.” Tokki would mention before taking off. “I’ll see you guys later!”

”Hey! Wait-! Ugh, why can’t she use more words every once in a while?” Her friend complained.

—

Tokki hurried through her inventory as the time approached. It was a little impromptu and she hadn’t practiced in months but she still had her outfit.

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Floor 29: The highest level floor available. A tinge of fear was in the back of her head but if she could keep it cool she could easily avoid any problems from enemies. It was moist, a mire of musk more accurately. It wasn’t really the ideal location for a performance but seldom did they ever have a chance to choose where they played.

She would get a glimpse of the Frontlines’ fight happening on the shore. Lysette was the STY/L member on the makeshift stage making an announcement to them all that they would cheer them on. Normally she would feel nervous just before a performance but right now she was in the zone.

A ghoul-like mob with a sea-creature’s head was attempting to claw its way onto stage to get to Lysette. Tokki would use it as a stepping stool, crushing its head against the side of the stage and dissipating it into nothing. If she could kill that all that fear of warding off mobs was gone. As Lysette started the song, mobs of all kinds were climbing up to take their prey — Not Tokki’s watch. With her unceremonious appearance via a roll into some fancy leg work, the battle maiden would jump in clothes-lining a mob with her leg and kicking the next off stage. Once it was clear, she would wipe her brow. “Autographs happen after the show boys.” The girl joked and looked to Lysette with a nod before joining in on a passion she had almost forgotten.

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Lyrics from POP/STARS by KD/A, do not count towards the total word count.

And when I start to talk like that (Like that)
Oh, you won't know how to react
I’m a picture-perfect face with that wild in my veins
You can hear it in my growl, growl, growl, growl

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Action: Slaughtering Mobs
ID247500 | LD:3+3 (+3 MA Weapon Skill)
Running Total: 60+9 = Nice

Edited 20 hours ago by Scarlet Firefly

[CosmiQueen 0]

Ahri hadn't fully made a debut out since SAO started, the only time she'd actually walked around was for the practices with STY/L

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Lyrics from POP/STARS by K/DA, do not count toward total word count

So keep your eyes on me now
You’ll like whatever you see
You can't reach my level
I'm sure you wanted me to face you
We got it all in our hands now
So can you handle what we're all about?
We're so tough, not scared to show you up
Can you feel the rush now?

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Action: Slaughtering Mobs (Weapon Skill)
ID: | LD: 

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CosmiQueen | HP: 20/20 | EN: 20/20 | DMG: 4 | EVA:2 | LD:3

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

Stats:
Damage: 4
Evasion: 2
Loot Die: 3

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Day Collar | T1 Rare Trinket | EVA II
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Vermillion Chastity Belt | Tierless Trinket | LD III  

Combat Mastery:
  - 

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Claws R1

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:

Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
"