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Today's Appraisals T3 Perfect Weapon 235886e 240320 | LD 15| Accuracy 240321 | LD 2 | Loot Die 240322 | LD 10 | Taunt Result. Junk. 2000 - 1250 = 750 col. +11 EXP T3 Perfect Weapon 235886f 240323 | LD 16 | Accuracy 240324 | LD 11 | Taunt 240325 | LD 3 | Loot Die Result. Junk. 2000 - 1250 = 750 col. +11 EXP T3 Perfect Armor 235886g (Light) 240326 | LD 2| Regen 240327 | LD 13 | EVA 240328 | LD 11 | EVA Result. Junk. 2000 - 1250 = 750 col. +11 EXP T3 Perfect Armor 235886h (Light) 240329 | LD 4 | Regen 240330 | LD 14 | Regen

"Well, that's understandable too," he said. "It's hard to forget that, isn't it?" He wondered if the design of their prison was deserving of any admiration. Pinball dropped it. "So I've gone against the boss before on my own," he said, "and I think the only thing we've got to worry about is its AOEs." They've gone over this before, several times in fact, but he felt the sudden need to alter the course of their conversation and it served as an incredibly convenient substitute. "We've come prepared for that, of course. I'll take the lead with the DOTs. I'll pop the crystals after."

"How do we know that's really what it looks like??" He flinched at that one, the barb sinking deeper than she intended, in a place she hadn't meant to strike. "What if it goes back into the walls -- we don't know where it will go next --!" Snaring an open mid-sized jug and a wholly inexplicable plunger from amidst the refuse, Freyd stuffed the wee beastie though its funnel-shaped opening and plumbed it inside. A quick pop and corkscrew cap sealed it in, promptly reinforced with a convenient clamp top. Stuff too tightly to move, all the mini-mimic could do was slowly squirm and

The doorway slid closed behind her, the lock engaging almost naturally as Nymoria stepped into the front entryway. The silence of the house met her; comforting, to Nymoria, albeit likely unnerving to many others. Her hand reached out and touched a nearby wall, feeling the roughness beneath her fingers as she ran it along the surface. She found herself stepping into one of the main seating rooms, settling into the small cushion on the floor before leaning backwards and staring up at the ceiling above her. A small exhale of breath left her as she came to a rest, before closing her eyes. I

She’d been met with the comforting darkness of the twenty-fourth floor’s evening. The air was filled with a familiar tinge of water and salts, the expanse of liquid cutting between the various isles leaving a touch upon the nose that those familiar with it could only call comforting. Nymoria had paused as she waited for a nearby ferry to prepare for departure, her one means of traversing between the main island, and her home located on Massa. She’d managed to scrounge up the desire to find something else to nibble on – a meat covered stick of some sort, which contained a sour sauce atop it, so

They’d left the restaurant behind once Musei had finished his final meal, Nymoria’s digital wallet slightly thinner after the cost of the treat. Which wasn’t to say that she was anywhere near broke, not like she had been when she first started her adventure. She still remembered the early days, renting out the inn and suffering through the small bed tucked into a room that was barely large enough to be called comfortable. We’ve come a long ways from that, haven’t we Musei? She gave a soft smile towards her shoulder, the weasel tucked away into his pack; comfortable and contained away from the

Nymoria had forgotten how much Musei could eat. They’d completed three of the main course dishes already – she’d taken her own fair share, of course, although Musei had eaten the majority of it – and it didn’t appear like the small weasel was anywhere near finished with his desires and sating’s of said desires. He’d stared up at her with a knowing look for a few seconds after finishing off the final piece of teriyaki salmon, before she’d sighed and given in; calling forth the waiter and ordering another plate even as she felt herself wince a little at the growing bill. Last one. No more.

It was almost too easy, Nymoria noticed, as the final foxes disappeared into a glittering of shards upon the sky. She wondered, for the briefest of moments, if they shards made any sound as they glittered in the air, before realising that her mind had wandered. Smiling to herself, she accepted the fact that she had, at least in the moment, proven that she was still capable; capable of continuing to fight, of overcoming the bear, and of smiling in small moments of joy as she wondered at the smaller things in life. She gave a quiet sigh as she collected herself, knowing that she would need

’Do not be sorrowful in your request for assistance. It is better to work as one team, rather than an individual, in these instances. How often do you see individuals charging forth into the depths of a dungeon, compared to parties and groups?’ Morrígan gave a soft wave of her hand in response to Acanthus’ attempt to apologise for the fact that she’d essentially transitioned their focus. Morrígan failed to mention, however, that she was confident in Phantom’s completion of the training itself – a fact proven as the raven circled above in search for the fluffy friend that Acanthus was desperate

29/01/2025 Rank 7 Artisan | 1,204/1,279 EXP Crafting Buffs Aphrodite’s Magnifier [Crafting Tool. Meticulous: +1 CD when crafting in one’s workshop.] Custom Ambition Tool [Crafting Tool. Effect: Gain +1 bonus crafting EXP for each crafting attempt.] Atelier (Extended Workshop) [+2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt & +1 crafting attempt per day.] ID CD LD Result EXP 1 240429 [7+1] = 8 19 T4 Uncommon | Trinket (-1 Material) +

Twilight came on like Winter's breath. White smoke billowed from his lips as Alkor watched the horizon for the pair he had agreed to meet, periodically glancing toward the eastern sky where pastel oranges and yellows were consumed by deeper reds, violets, and the expansive darkness beyond. Stars began to flicker into existence, several more each time that he did. He was able to count several before Kiru and Baldur came into view, silently welcoming the night as well as the newcomers. The High Fields of Crossing were uniquely lit in several areas, and this one was no exception. It was one of th

Taint from his last encounter with the darkened crystal still stained his essence, like that damnably indelible spot from a certain Scottish play, and oft fortuning the same sort of doom. He'd learned to use it to great effect, but contact with Shadow's Malevolent blight through Orgoth's veins had forged an umbral tether that resonated to his core. Staring into the empty black orbs of the amber stranger's mask, Freyd saw only the familiar reflected in their voids. A garbled welcome sent hairs on the back of his neck to pinpricks sharp enough to stab with. That voice... like the screechi

It's time I tested my mettle, both in strategy and in luck. While it's likely that I need major improvements, I'm interested in seeing how far I can go. Signing up for the test of self, not the boiling dead sea.

"You mind if I see that?" The Shambler, as the text above their now depleted health bar once read, had been taken out with ease. Left behind were a couple of items, weapons mostly, but one in particular caught his attention. Usually, weapons that took on the look of something other than a sword - a broom or frying pan, for example - were crafted by players, for players. This cork screw was the first instance he had seen where it was in a fallen monster's pockets. Though it would need to see an appraiser to reveal any hidden talents or traits, he wondered if it had any other significance. Some

Maybe the real PKers were the friends we made along the way (sign me up)

Sign me up!

The explosion took Lessa right off her feet. She was entirely unprepared - they all were - and she'd have liked to say that she'd have kept her feet if she'd kept her guard up. But the truth was, the sheer force of the blast would have sent her sprawling no matter how she'd have braced herself. As she'd positioned herself between the wrecked building and the teleport gate, she immediately found herself adjacent to Ground Zero. What did that make her half of the square, littered with prone bodies and the shrieks of the panicked? Ground One? Ground Point-Five? Despite years in Aincrad, her

We runnin it down boys >:)

I'm here with the singular goal of making it further than Oscar.

Signing up!

Ready to run the ones

signing up!

Welcome everyone to the first season of the Clash of Blades tournament! Clash of Blades will be a PvP league style competition. This will include weekly matches between combatants spanning over enough time so that all participants are able to face off against everyone at least once. Culminating in a tournament bracket at the end of the season, where the top half of contestants will be pitted against each other for riches, fame, and glory. Such Matches will comprised of 1v1 matches, with our own set of rules tailored specifically to increase the fun of short-form PVP sessions and encou

Whether you're wandering the streets of the Town of Beginnings, scaling the Mountains to the villages of Floor 7, avoiding the horrors of Floor 29, or having a picture-esque day of leisure by the lakes near Coral, you'd be able to find it. Fliers spread far and wide, pinned up to posts and walls in nearly ever major settlement across the floors that have been battled for. This piece of parchment, more weathered on some floors than others, details on it the coming of a competition. Beckoning for a champion, promising you glory, and the rush of a crowd chanting your name. Think of the adrenaline