Crozeph

The crashing of a bunk bed scattered rodents in another floor below. Their red eyes cowering as the rusty bed bent as if it was a pretzel. The place was still as lively as a prison yet its denizens aren't really the human-friendly type. From somewhere the Banshee's scream would emanate on a random hallway. Jail cells that are completely consumed by darkness had groups of mobs gathered inside, and the sound of grating steel on the floor or pounding in the walls are what one would hear right now. Then there's this idiot trying to find his way out of Tartarus... Crozeph was the one who

The weaker mobs ran away as they saw what happened to the prison guard, maybe it was expected since the prison guard is considered on the high place of the food chain but Crozeph wasn't sure that was possible. "Edgy" he uttered, continuously inspecting the features of the katana. This is the first time he also used a weapon with a fallen enhancement, he knew he had one from Night but he never got the chance to use it. "All black, can be easily concealed in the shadows, and has quite a destructive way of manifesting the enhancement" he wasn't sure also if it was safe to wield. It's not lik

The prison guard gasped for air, it was a weird sight for Crozeph. He wasn't aware that mobs had wind pipes because it looked like the prison guard is suffering from asthma right in front of him "you okay buddy?" he asked. The towering guard began flailing its mace out of control, a mix of desperation and rage clearly seen. Crozeph made note of it, jumping back as each swing and crash would feel like reaching him "no sword art names, weird maybe I can rename them if I want to" as his attention drifted from the strange phenomenon and the big guy before him a notification appeared. "ST-I l

Where the hell are my food Shadow!?" Crozeph yelled as he glared as his new katana "you can take away my pride, or any old underwear-" the prison guard charges nearer as Crozeph continued to lash out at his katana "-don't you fucking dare to take away my food, MY WIFE COOKS THEM FOR ME!" he added. The prison guard roared as it raised the maze up ready bash Crozeph's head like an egg. "You better make up for my lack of food with your prowess you George Carlin wannabe." The Guard took a wide swing but Crozeph dodged it enough for him to swoop in for a sword art "all right, San-" Crozeph rol

"So this is the dredges of Shadow's power..." he inspected it as if he was searching for a code in a spicy anime site. "Does this mean it will enable me to roast people better?" the thought of having another way to improve triggering people off seemed like a great idea to him "but then again this is Shadow we're talking about, that guy had tendrils sprouting everywhere" the ghostly figures around him shrunk into their cells as he kept moving the katana inspecting its quality, despite lacking some good merchant or appraiser skills. "The enhancements are quite powerful, if I really have th

"Strange..." "I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere on the upper floors..." "Why am I..." Distant clanging could be heard somewhere, sometime it was rattlling, and if you listen closely you can even hear a grating sound as if something heavy is being dragged. Light was scarced, the air smells really bad with how rust and the dampness of the walls combine its scent. It was familiar to him, he spent a lot of his time in this place, he would venture with little to no preparation here. "Tartarus" he uttered under his breath. Crozeph was lying down on the floor, his eyes fixated on the ceilin

~ Chapter 10: Peerless Swordsmanship - Rewrite ~ The battle ends but war is far from over What seemed like a fierce clash of survival, supremacy, and longing for freedom became a dream A fever dream Everything feels blank yet I know everything is just where it was before we fought him A reset? but I am back to how I was when it started perhaps this is a chance to rewrite All while keeping the cherished parts intact Roleplays/Threads Peerless Swordsmanship I - Back to Square One Tawake Chronicles - The First Field Trip Peerless Swordsmanship - Am I Ittou Shura

Character Name: Crozeph Character Description: Always hungry, always sleepy, but will lay waste to anyone who hurts Yuki (naturally an idiot). Crozeph is your average guy, until he decides to add more brain cells to use. The shadow of tanks, and has a weird way of talking (he's disrespectful). Character Journal: [link] Character Name: Shirogane Character Description: her innocent look guarantees trouble, likes to help anyone and her senpai and colleague will always protect her even though she's the tank of the Supplies Procurement Squad made by Crozeph for Jaco

Current Level: 58 Current SP: Link to SP Tracking: [link] Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Regis Arma - Skadi Alter Item ID: quest nametag upgrade nametag II Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Katana Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Burn/Freeze/ACC Description: A huntress trapped in Dun Scaith, she survived and emerged victorious earning the respect of its ruler, Scathach. A huntress carrying the cold and harsh winter with he

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Crozeph took the items and placed it back in front of Plini, identification has been done and all it needs is for Plini to try it out. "I noticed that you're not that high of a level, I want you to join us on our expedition but I can't risk it having someone of low level with the group. A stray attack can anyone of your stats so with that..." Crozeph stood up and picked some items from his stock. The guy would be needing it, no one can just go in unprepared for a nature's treasure escapade. "Even my assistant is under leveled, I suggest that you two try to complete some quests first and then r

Name: Aegirian Polymer jacket Profession: Merchant Rank: 2 Roll ID: 1st roll [181952] 2nd roll [181953] 3rd roll [181954] Roll Result: [9] [13] [6] Item Type: light armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Evasion/Savvy II Description: A coat with a combination of white and cream in color. It seems like a standard looking jacket that is issued to a certain kind of person. Made of lightweight materials which enables the wearer to fight with grace and achieve perfection with every move. Name: Caenis' Fist Profession: Merchant Rank: 2 Roll ID: 1st roll [181949] 2nd rol

Crozeph turned his head, a rare customer. Thankfully if one is to fail in business in Aincrad, the mobs outside are enough to keep it afloat. Of course, there are times that the market would be into something weird but Crozeph was amused by who entered the shop. Black hair with shades of chestnut and a pair of sharp eyes, tanned skin, and quite observant. He could see himself a bit, however, who he is now is thanks to his soon-to-be wife. "Plini right?" he said as he looked at what the guy laid down on the table "unidentified items" he muttered. While it wasn't a bad thing, it seems that