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IRIS | Lv.5 | HP: 100/100 | EN: 28/28 perhaps bistro hadn’t been lying when she said she’d joined a guild that would help her gain access to information quicker. iris hadn’t ever recognized the start of a festival before, but this time, she did. while there were many ronbaru residents wandering out in the streets, what gave her the tell was her quick scan of green crystals. there weren’t many — and the ones she did see were all unfamiliar faces. demian had trailed in behind her through the teleporter. the lead was hers; she’d decided to give it a quick scout before handing the intel
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iris: on speed dial!
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iris: here you go!
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item evaluation. trainers. | [#233639c] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III / MIT | >> [desc.]: when the reaper comes knocking, you run. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard.
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"ah, a fisher of efficient words!" the nymph nodded, and started to row. what fog that did gather slowly started to swallow the two, until they were nothing more than silhouettes in the grey, shrinking and sinking further into the distance. for them, however, the ride was but a wait. even with her eyes closed, it seemed as though the guide knew their way through the tides. gently, and gradually, like the inflections in her voice as she continued to sing, the tame ocean that once gave way to their route soon turned energetic, lapping at the sides of the boat in eagerness to receive.
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[F17-SP-ST-PT] on the topic of mail <<CoO:Blacksmith>>
iris replied to iris's topic in Intermediate Floors
the satyr snorted as he turned around, unshaken hand waved with a scoff, starting to lead them through the fields. "a smith of many talents, you are, but not one of words." he shook his head afterwards, remembering his pact. "no matter. hephaestus will appreciate your assistance nonetheless." his guide but squinted to wulfrin, as they walked. was he being sized up? "has word gotten round about his condition as of late? no idea with what archaic technologies you mortals use to communicate with each other. it's good for us to take caution with newcomers he looks to meet with, lest they don' -
replicant. | [#210669c] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | ACC, TAUNT, FALLEN [desc.]: once wielded by the archduke of stygia, this frigid blade has felled many beasts and mortals alike. the blade of this longsword is made of silver with a diamond edge that constantly emits a rolling icy mist similar to dry ice. its blackened metallic hilt is bound with a light blue almost white leather wrapping. its pommel resembles that of a white dragon’s head crest. rumor has it that the blade itself was forged from parts of such a dragon, but none can confirm it. vega's panoply. | [#206638] | TIER 4 HEAVY A
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<<coo:fsh>> | iris: lvl 5. see, there was that message to visit olympus from zeus. but then, for professions of the gathering variety, there would also be one from poseidon himself. the nature of this message was in stark contrast to the junk mail from zeus. poseidon's writing was regal, almost unreadable to the general public for use of jargon. mayhaps many would suffer in attempting to scramble it. but wulfrin got a summarized version, because some fishy intern likely managed to simplify the language. it called for his attendance on olympus on whenever he'd felt li
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<<coo:bsm>> | iris: lvl 5. every player advancing through the ranks of a crafting profession would receive a message in their inbox, that often looks like spam. imagine, a god in aincrad, summoning mortals to the seventeenth on mount olympus to partake in a challenge, without any warnings or further detail? @Wulfrin would receive such a message this day. the missive didn't exactly state a time, but whenever he would get around to doing it, there would be a satyr that could be found present right by the entrance to the wilds from athenaia. garbed with a sash and a guard's
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iris: i've got your orders up in the scarlet line! @Acanthus @Arabelle
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oh. iris had to admit she might have been taking her time looking over the pieces on display and a little distracted trying to put the outfits together to have noticed the tailor's call. still, though, when she finally realized she'd been slacking on the job (totally on accident, she'd swear!) the cuff had already been completed. rushing over to the counter as best as she could in heels, with a smile, she gave the shopkeeper a bow, two hands folded at her front. "thank you so much for your hard work!" after she'd retrieved the item, however, her gaze drifted over to one of the pieces
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a distinct, clear voice rings out in accompaniment with the opening of the shop's door, and footsteps upon the wooden floor. "pardon! is anyone here at the moment? i have a request for an item fusion." iris examined the store in full, curious, but nonetheless wary of the tailor at work. once he'd made himself known for availability, she approached the counter, pulling up a couple of cloth pieces. "sorry for the intrusion! i was referred to visit this place upon request. just these two items, and then i'll be off." still, as the crafter busied himself with his work, iris' gaze wa
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using x4 reroll tickets received [here]. fleeting words. | [#234410] | TIERLESS TRINKET | EVA II | HOLY BLESSING II [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin. | ID234445 | ld19 | -> ACC / EVA | ID234446 | ld4 | | ID234447 | ld8 | | ID234448 | ld20 | -> ACC / EVA fleeting words. | [#234410] | TIERLESS TRINKET | ACC II | HOLY BLESSING II [desc.]: a weightless spread of large white feathers cast in plaster and set upon a lapel pin.
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iris: thank you very much! iris: if you need anything from us, do let us know!
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iris: thank you!