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Another hot day on floor five. The sand was particularly irritating today, the high gusts of wind carrying loose particles into his mouth and eyes. Today was a farming day, Teion and himself set aside some time to wander the wonderful desert to kill every sand worm, bandit, and scorpion within a twelve mile radius. And this deep into the desert, they sometimes posed to be a challenge. Were it not for Teion's remarkable knowledge of this floor, he'd be lost for sure. And the denizens of this floor proving to be a hassle at times, it would've been awful. Thankfully, he had decent company. H

Placeholder Rolls and Math: Hakai | HP: 625(+21)/700 | EN: 58(+4)/88 | DMG: 21 | MIT:20 | ACC:1 | EVA:4 | BH:21 | BLD: 48 | PARA | LD: 9 Enemies:

”Left!” The single word was all she needed. The ground was trembling, the sands shifting under Teion’s feet, and matching her call just a moment later, a geyser of desert erupted to the left of a purple-haired man in the distance. Teion stood in a battle-ready stance, her hands tight around the handle of her ivory-white axe. She waited for the right moment to move, the correct time to lead her partner’s strike. Emerging from the ground in an explosion of force was the rounded head of a massive, segmented creature–a sand wurm. The center of it seemed to splay open in a ring of thousands of tiny

Her blade flickered through the air, having slashed through three of the four coyotes. She panted, resisting the urge to grasp her wounded shoulder. She would staunch the bleeding as soon as she was out of danger. She whirled around, trying to keep her eyes on all of the coyotes, a task that was made much harder due to the fact that they were pacing around her at a uniform distance from one another. Her hand trembled a little, unused to the one handed grip. This was not a situation where caution would pay off. She was bleeding, and surrounded. She let out a long breath the sigh fading into the

It was treasure time. Again. The ginger woman's hair fluttered behind her as she braved the sand and wind of the fifth floor. Usually she would pick a nicer floor for a treasure hunt, but she had gotten a tip about a dungeon with enough treasure to make the suffering worth it. Her black jacket with white fleece flapped around her waist where she had tied it, the article of clothing being a horrible choice for trekking through the sun scorched wilderness that made up the fifth floor. Her black crop top and blue jeans were only slightly better. Her fingers grazed the light brown cloth covering h

A splash of cold water was always a nice way to wake up to reality. Now for the second time here, though with much more poise. Kindling was knelt down, one knee just above the hardened sand and red rocks, cupping his hands together to bring the clear, unimpeached water of this oasis to his face once more. A brief respite from the warmth of the sun on his skin. Wiping any of the stray sand that danced in the wind from his eyes and face, as well as disspelling any of the adventurous water droplets that trailed down his face now as a result of that splash. When his eyes opened again, hands parted

Morningstar blinked. He knew she was weird, but hadn’t pegged her as crazy. He listened while Acanthus tried to explain herself. Morningstar could see the remorse in her hunched, curled posture; in the tremor in her voice; in the tears that soaked the molten rock below. It hadn’t been intentional–he could tell she regretted it. But what was done, was done. Teion countered with a fair question. Clearly, fighting was no longer enough to keep the voices at bay–or at least, to keep Acanthus in control. She was a loose cannon and that was a problem. Morningstar exhaled slowly.

Travel Back 2432450 | LD 9 | You, and only you, see yourself walking in front of you. They mimic your every move, before violently turning their neck to look you in the eyes. The moment you lock eyes, they are gone. Shenanigans inbound

Unloading the Cargo 243249 | LD 16 | You hear a voice that only you can hear. It speaks in tongues but you understand. Terrible things whispered into your ear, Once you depart from the vessel, the voice is no longer with you. (Literally I was hoping for any of the outcomes other than this one. LET ME WRITE SOMETHING THAT ISN'T VOICES) ----- This is the part where she does things :nod:

I don’t know much about boats, but at this rate, the ship is never going to— docked right in front of her, clipping through the wooden piers. The massive galleon vibrated angrily, stuck between the textures. It promptly vanished, reappeared, zipped up into the air, came back down, did a flip, vibrated a little more. And then it settled calmly next to the dock, awaiting a player’s touch. Acanthus eyed the object incredulously. Maybe vocalizing her anxieties would reduce them “How fucked up would it be it you did that again and catapulted me three miles out to sea to be eaten by some f

A horseless carriage awaited her outside the bar. Acanthus slung herself up into the driver’s seat with an anxious impatience. One last bottle from the shop dangled in her fingertips. It had been the most disgusting of the beverages by far, something that had put even Oz’s most experimental elixirs to shame. “C’mon, hurry up. Go. ‘Yip yip,’ you stupid—” The cart lurched forward with an unsteady gait. Acanthus gripped the reins with her free hand, swigging rotten battery acid with the other. If it tasted bad enough, she could pretend it was working. ----- Waiting at the docks 24

Three bottles later, her nerves were still shot. It hadn’t been very long ago the frontlines had taken to this floor, looking for the labyrinth as quickly as they could manage. It was going well until some stupid, low-level players decided to let their curiosity overpower their common sense. The new floor had turned into a graveyard for some of that unlucky one-hundred. Not unlucky, she reminded herself. Stupid. The young, defenseless boy flashed through her mind. She recalled his final whimper vividly. Or what should have been, except for Jomei. Acanthus took a tired swig from the bottle

Hakai stopped in place. The tracks halted right here, but she couldn't see any coyotes around. There were trees and bushes everywhere around her, it was likely whatever she was tracking had sought refuge in the surrounding foliage. She stood up slowly, having inspected the tracks more carefully. A twig snapped, and she snapped to face it, her weapon drawn and raised. She realized she was holding her breath and let it out quickly. From the bushes emerged a wounded coyote. It appeared as though it had decided to go out with a bang instead of a whimper. She cautiously approached, ready to

Her weapon cleaved through branches and cleaves as she cautiously moved forward. She was following a specific pair of tracks that seemed to lead off in a slightly different direction. One of the paw prints was noticeably deeper inset into the mud than the other. The coyote was putting much more weight on one paw than the other. It was likely wounded, straggling behind the pack like the ones she had found earlier. It would be an easy target to loot. Perhaps she could continue on like this, picking off stragglers until she could confront the leaders of the pack. She frowned, a strand of hair get

Ryo let out a small sigh of relief as Calcifier resigned to listen to him. Last thing he wanted was for her to accidentially get caught up one of these things and turn into pixels. "I've been around the block a few time." He said, watching the bat zip back and forth in the air. "So just watch the great Samurai Ryo, and he'll show you how it's done." He said, gripping his katana with one hand. He took a few steps to the side, so that he'd had plenty of room to move if need be. He had gotten the bat's attention at least, and now he would be its sole target. No more preying on the week for the ba

Ryo fought against the maw of Cerberus. His heels dug into the craggy rock as he was pushed back. Grunting he spoke back. "Yeah. Not too difficult!" He said, throwing the beast off of him. It had gotten more wild, more desperate. Now with only one brain and set of teeth to work with it was getting harder and harder to land a hit. He needed some windup, some breathing room. Someone who tanked would be lovely. "I can't get a clean shot in." He said, trying to find an opening. Teion had already cleared out her mob pack, and now he was standing here unable to kill three heads in that time. How emb

The autumnal forest was eerily quiet. Hakai had noticed it from the start of her hunt, but she hadn't thought much of it until now. No chirping of birds, no sounds of movement in the brush, just the rustling of leaves in the trees from the breeze. This whole situation was a little odd too. Coyotes normally formed packs and went around, but in this game it was generally a smaller pack. The one she was hunting was obviously abnormally large. Even a player unskilled in tracking could probably follow the trail left behind by this natural disaster of a pack. And she wasn't just seeing coyote tracks

Hakai crouched, squatting down low to the ground to get a better look at the animal traces left on the ground. The coyote pack shouldn't be too far away now. The prints seemed relatively fresh, imprinted in the mud throughout the trail. She had taken out the stragglers with relative ease, sustaining no damage at all. It had taken the breath out of her though. She wasn't prepared at all for a battle of stamina, which this could easily turn into if she wasn't careful with her pacing. Slow and steady was the way to go, managing risk and reward and choosing only the fights that were advantageous t

PH ---- Katoka regains +1 EN CD 7 (Rec Proc ID#: 243242) +2 EN Katoka regains +13 HP via BH Main Action: [x8] ST-I : -8 EN Swift Action: None ID#: 243243 | BD: 6+3-3 HIT! | [Fallen Proc] 14*8=112-26 MIT = 86 DMG vs Jomei! Katoka | HP: 141/400 (114+13-16) | EN: 11/43 (16+3-8) | DMG: 10 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | EVA:1 | BH:13 | REC: 2 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 4 | ENV-O 16 (2/4) Jomei | HP: 0/400 | EN: 22/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:26 | ACC:3 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | FL.AURA: 4 | BH:13 | HB: 9 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 2 |

::PH:: //Main Action -> Recovery | +13 BH, +9 HB, +1 EN Rest (+10 EN) //Swift Action ->Evade +1 EVA (-2 EN) Katoka | HP: 144/400 | EN: 16/43 (3+3+10) | DMG: 10 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | EVA:1 | BH:13 | REC: 2 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 4 | ENV-O 16 (2/4) Jomei | HP: 75/400 | EN: 22/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:26 | ACC:3 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | FL.AURA: 4 | BH:13 | HB: 9 | FLN: 4 | HLY: 2 |

thread summary Morningstar receives: 3692 EXP | [5450/10*8*0.7] + Field Boss [640] 24453 col | Loot [23900] + Laurel Wreath [553] 2 materials Witch's Brew 243240a | Gain +1 to CD rolls for one thread, or for a day's allocation of crafting (including Crafting Respite) Troll's Blood 243241a | (T4/Consumable/Single Use); The user’s first attack that results in a critical hit each battle for the remainder of the thread will deal twice the raw damage (after proc, crits and SA multipliers, but before MIT deduction), but the user cannot use their post action to attack next turn. Appli