Bahr

"I'm done." All other emotions Bahr had experienced up to this point had given way to a palpable sense of annoyance. He no longer had the impression that this bear was some sort of indomitable force that threatened their lives. There were now Players virtually suplexing it - such was not the mark of a fearsome beast. The whiplash between Freyd having died (if that was even real) and now was so stark, it didn't even feel real. Literal minutes ago, everyone was shaking in their boots in the face of a powerful enemy. Now, Bahr didn't even feel threatened by it. He wondered how many of h

Bahr was so mortified he could laugh. But he knew if he started, he'd never stop. What cruel games was death playing with them? It seemed that whatever damage Freyd had sustained had been reversed. Bahr was starting to believe that death was anything but permanent in this realm. Kayaba's announcement on launch day was surely nothing more than a ruse. However still. Bahr wasn't keen on being felled just yet, supposing he could be wrong. His form would flicker before taking its place at Callisto's feet, a line traced with the edge of Dawn's Demise cleaving directly through the monster'

Bahr swallowed hard at the inquiry, but otherwise maintained a neutral expression as best he could. "'Fraid not," Bahr responded. "We're sinners in search of worse." A poignant statement that, were it not for Bahr's embarrassing attempt to swing himself horseback, probably could have seemed really cool. Instead, he followed up this cryptic declaration by placing one boot firmly within the stirrup, hoisting himself up and over, said stirrup catching his boot being the only reason he didn't go too far over and find himself face-first in the dirt. He didn't bother to look to see if the others had

"Hoo." Jomei let loose once they'd cleared the monster's area of influence. "I owe ya one." "Sure," the Kingslayer managed as he finally found solid footing, eyes still affixed against the hulking mass of rotten bullshit that had been abusing them for the past hour or so. Their retreat hadn't been the most elegant, but survival rarely was. "Let's just hope you're a little more graceful than me when it comes time to cash in." In response to Cordelia's inquiry, both Bahr and Jomei - in unison - raised a thumb to the affirmative. It was honestly a little weird, and Bahr dropped his hand

"H-HEY NOW!" It seemed the glorious goober had deigned to scoop up their party's tank and take him for a ride. As humorous as Bahr was certain this would all seem once they were on the other side of this, they sorta needed their tank for this fight, and he couldn't imagine that Jomei was having any fun being ragdolled around in the clutches of that hulking mass of rotten flesh. Bahr sheathed Dawn's demise and leapt toward the creature, managing to grasp hold of a few clumps of fur attached to the monster's massive arm. As the boss' enormous frame swayed and jilted around with each movement, on

From the earthen depths emerged a lattice of roots which grabbed hold of the party, slithering its thorny appendages into the chinks and creases of their armor and anchoring them in place. Having faced similar traps in the past, Bahr knew that one of the worst things one could do when bound was to struggle and writhe against that which bound them. He took a deep breath and carefully assess the situation, fighting against his every urge to buck wildly against the ropey tendrils in a vain effort to free himself. After a few moments, something clicked. Bahr placed a single hand gently on one

Bahr couldn't well say he disagreed with Jomei's assessment. They'd been exceptionally lucky. Given the way that thing had been thrashing about, it was nothing short of a miracle that they'd only sustained the damage that they had so far. They'd had, what, one scary scrape with the beast? Easily mitigated by way of Mass HP Recovery items and Lessa's heals. When had she transitioned into a support role, anyway? A question that could be answered later, perhaps. This raid had Bahr all sorts of upside-down on who was doing what, but he'd faced worse before and under worse conditions. A c

Name: Coveralls Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 10 ID: 237651 Roll: 11 Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: EVA III Description: This blue jumpsuit is reminiscent of a jean mechanics uniform, though it seems more worn then new. It bears olive green patches on the knees and elbows of the garment as well as 13 outward facing star buttons. The cinch mechanism has been replaced with a sturdy leather bet. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r10-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=690879

What a tiny little thing, Bahr thought to himself as the newest guest to his humble boutique floated in like a specter. It seemed they desired the interaction no more than Bahr did in the end, though the necessities of Aincrad compelled them to put one foot ahead of the other. By the time that they reached the counter, Bahr was already prepping to get started on a new piece. They produced the form in timid fashion, and Bahr inspected it silently. After a moment, he offered a nod, then waved a hand lackadaisically through the air as though to dismiss some notion he'd disagreed with. "No pa

"hello! nice to meet you! i have not observed anything that requires us attackers to act differently. ah, cordelia?" "... Arabelle. We've met." But she was already gone, off to hand Cordelia some medicine. Looked like the poor girl could use it. Things were starting to go downhill - just not fast enough that it merited panicking. Yet. While their first round had been a resounding success, the second round had humbled them. Now, the most recent round had put Jomei down for the count, which had the potential to leave the rest of the party vulnerable. Bahr knew that he could step i

A blur replaced the scene before Bahr's eyes before Pinball would answer him, world turned upside-down from a side swipe delivered by one of the monster's oversized paws. As Bahr's health bar (and those of his teammates) swiftly ticked backward in response to the strike, it appeared Bahr's suspicions had been confirmed. This was the sort of raid where everything would be okay - until it wasn't. Bahr's airborne frame twisted and contorted as it spun furiously, making reaching into his pocket to retrieve a healing crystal difficult. Difficult, but not impossible. After some unflattering fumbling

Bahr studied the beast's movements as it darted about, trying (but failing) to maul some poor fool who'd garnered its ire. It seemed that its eyesight was lacking, something that admittedly made the thing slightly less intimidating than it had been only moments prior. If Bahr could elude detection via its other senses, there was a good chance he could make it out of this encounter unscathed. And it would be the same for the rest of his comrades - hopefully they would make the same connection. "Its senses are weak, dulled. Perhaps withered away altogether," he announced to the others once

Bahr's lips spread into a grin as he bore witness to his teammates' boisterous declarations and camaraderie. Who would've thought he'd land himself on a team with Lessa and a musician? And was that Arabelle? He was pretty sure he hadn't been on a squad with her since the Star-Crossed Lovers event some years ago. He wanted to greet each of them, but his stealthy approach precluded him from such pleasantries. The show was starting, and there was scant time left for anything that wasn't purposeful to the task at hand. Even within his own party, they'd noticed it, and each had loosed their own con

Name: Ink-Stained Battleskirt Your Profession: Tailor Your Rank: 10 ID: 236322 Roll: 12 Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: EVA II | MIT I Description: What at first glance appears to be leather is, in fact, cleverly disguised soft cloth. It has been dipped in a magical ink which possesses rubber-like qualities, reinforcing the fabric while maintaining a matte black appeal. Form-fitting. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/17882-f1-r10-tailor-the-crusty-bahrnacle/?do=findComment&comment=690054

Mismatched orbs traced the youth as she meandered clumsily through his store. She was clearly new, and confusion seemed to cross her expression in equal measure to the wonder and ambition that also rode her visage. Her attention affixed to the order forms just moments after asking for them verbally. So close. Maybe I need to put them closer to the door. He inspected the order form as she submitted it. Seemed she had enough faith in his chops as a tailor to allow him most of the creative freedom with this piece, which was exactly what he had been looking for. There was a new, experime

As energetic as ever. The youth dissolved into a puddle of blackness which ebbed away as briskly as it arrived, and Bahr sighed. How many times could a conversation go like that? Bahr does all the talking, gets a single word in response, and in the end? Probably gets watched from the shadows, too. How many minutes - hours, had Pinball inspected Bahr while he couldn't see the guy? Oh look at me, I'm a stealthy boy, I can turn iNvIsIbLe. The words beat against his frontal lobe like cylinders of hickory against high-tension plastic, and though he may have mouthed them with a pursue

"Bro, hello?" Bahr waved an open palm in front of Pinball glazed-over orbs, fishing for any semblance of a response out his seemingly comatose cohort. When a glimmer of recognition finally found the youth's eye, it gravitated toward the mismatched pair on the other side. The nonchalant tone in Bahr's voice betrayed the overall seriousness of their shared task. The weight of what lay ahead found its way squarely onto the shoulders of the young swordsmen who trudged toward an uncertain fate through the tangerine mosaic that stretched on before them. Whatever lies his lips told, his expressi

Bahr accepts, and offers the following to his teammates. For @Pinball: Chocolate Truffles [x5] (T4 Vitality II Desserts) IDs: 188691, 188692-A, 188692-B, 188697-A, 188697-B Black Cloak [Tierless Demonic Cloth Armor] (HB | EVA III) ID: 236109 For @Lessa: Chocolate Truffles [x4] (T4 Vitality II Desserts) IDs: 188699, 188700, 188702, 188703

Buying Field Rations (-1000 col sent to Banker).

No time for chatter. Bahr needed something, and he needed it quick. As much as he loathed the prospect of needing to rely on his neighbor's hearty meat cylinders yet again, he saw little in the way of alternatives in his frenetic dash to make it to the Frontlines in time for the raid. He burst through the swinging door, slapped his col on the counter, and with an aggrieved expression, regarded the shopkeep with an upward tilt of the chin. "Need an Evasion Dog. Extra time in the deep fryer, please." He assumed the fryer oil was what made the flavor pop so good. Purchasing:

Combining the following: Black Cloak | [#225015] | TIER 4 PERFECT CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III [desc.]: A dark hooded cloak made for comfort. Big Blue Poncho | [#228814] | TIER 4 PERFECT CLOTH ARMOR | HB, EVA II [desc.]: A big blue poncho. into -> [+1 demonic shard, +1 gleaming scale sent to banker] Black Cloak | [#236109] | TIERLESS DEMONIC CLOTH ARMOR | HB, EVA III [desc.]: A dark hooded cloak made for comfort.

It wasn't a surprise that Pinball was here, in the final hour, scrambling to get the last of his raid gear cobbled together. Much the same, it seemed all of Aincrad was abuzz with raid prep, trying to squeeze every last molecule of efficacy out of their equipment that they could. The time for bolstering their stats with EXP and levels had come and gone - now there was only time enough to refine that which they already possessed. It was a simple matter to give Pinball what he had come for, especially considering one of the constituent pieces was a craft of Bahr's own design. Within a matte

A horrendous screech reverberated off the walls of the hovel which entombed the party, the grating noise of Forgotten King's Spite dragged across the mineral aggregate that composed the floor. There were a fair number of swordsmen who'd find the prospect of tarnishing such a sacred relic appalling. Those same were the sorts who hadn't the cunning nor raw talent to inherit such an heirloom themselves. There was a certain finesse which encompassed an all-out brawler's strategy, learned only through eating countless knuckle sandwiches and soil hors d'oeuvres through spectacular failure. Surv

The shriek that warbled from the monster's gullet rang like a siren song in Bahr's ears. At the edges of his lips, the faintest upward quirk signaled his approval for the grotesque amalgamation of mismatched body parts that now stared down the party. It was nowhere near the most fearsome creature he'd faced, but it was a hell of a lot closer than anything he'd com into contact with in a long, long time. A knowing glance shot a signal to Freyd - if played correctly, they could have the beast slain before it managed an meaningful counterattack. His gaze next connected with Circe, then Omen.

Combining the following: saint-germain | [#233633] | TIERLESS CLOTH ARMOR | LD | RISKY | VAMP-D [desc.]: a silk wrist cuff upon which a corsage of pure white roses is pinned. satin. | [#233639d] | TIERLESS CLOTH ARMOR | LD | RISKY | VAMP-D [desc.]: a sheet of fabric that catches the light. incredibly glossy. into -> [+1 demonic shard, +1 gleaming scale.] [sent to banker as iris.] [she may have overpaid?? i believe she sent 2 gleaming scales when only one should have been required] saint-germain | [#234698] | TIERLESS CLOTH ARMOR | RISKY II | VAMP-D II [desc.]: a si