iris

iris: hello! items out for delivery!

item evaluation. using cluster of stars. majesty. | [#194561c] | TIER 3 CLAWS STRAIGHT SWORD | ABS ACC, DMG II | -> [desc.]: the remains of a long forgotten and distant dimension, slate polished clean for wrought over a new world. - mafiq. | [#215420] | TIER 4 RAPIER | PHASE, ACC III [desc.]: a tapered blade with a razor-sharp point, colored black like obsidian. the guard is a matte grey, wide bowl shape completely void of design or intricacies. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard.

received.

iris retrieves oblivion. and then settles payment with a multitude of weapons as though it is no big deal.

summary. | col: 86,180col | 02/26/25 | total: 86,180 | [link] item evaluations. demonology 101. | [#215579a] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, FLN, DMG [desc.]: an edged sword that studies demons. comes with a pen, and doesn't talk. solemn vow. | [#233632] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, ABS. ACC [desc.]: a bundle of scrolls wetted and moulded into a blade's point. its ink had long run dry. blade of zariel. | [#233635] | TIER 4 STRAIGHT SWORD | BLD, HLY [desc.]: Retrieved from the Bleeding Citadel on Floor 9, this blade was once wielded by the Archangel tu

02/03/25

iris skips in with an item fusion request!

iris sends NIGHT a trade request.

iris walks the board. marquis doesn't have a stall, but it doesn't matter, says she. she'll open when she's ready. so iris approaches the woman who's examining her prospects on a floor she never thought she'd return to, and taps the statue on the shoulder. marquis turns, and her stoicism slips away. iris wonders if her smile is honeyed in her eyes. she trades the pre-requisite components, and rests her hand idly by a wooden post as she waits for the tailor to be done.

summary. | col: 190,480col | 02/26/25 | total: 190,480 | [link] mystic essence. [#1] | 215427-1 | 215427-2 | 215420 02/26/25 | t4cloth. | [#215427] || ANTIFREEZE / FIREPROOF | BLOODCLOT / PARA IMMUNE | REGEN / REC 02/26/25 | t4cloth. | [#215420] || REGEN / REC | BLOODCLOT / PARA IMMUNE | REGEN / REC item evaluations. impulse. | [#215442b] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | RISKY, HB, VAMP-D [desc.]: a black cloak that drapes over one shoulder. comes with a hood. transient. | [#233639c] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III [desc.]: a white iridescent scarf

26/02/25

"i'm back." "oh, hey!" basuke piped up, chipper as always. in his hands were a mess of refreshments --- partway through walking, he'd given up on snacks and handed them off to iris for safekeeping. iris accepted them, still uncertain about why he hadn't just saved the items to his inventory. "so did you see that crystal game on the way back?" "the crystal game?" iris looked away. "yeah, iris was telling me about it while you were gone," basuke spilled. the woman felt demian's gaze bear down on her, to which iris had to pretend to clear her throat at. "the crystals were real

iris: demian, did you grab mine yet? -> 100 flower petals from night.

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

iris: on speed dial!

iris: here you go!

item evaluation. trainers. | [#233639c] | TIER 4 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA III / MIT | >> [desc.]: when the reaper comes knocking, you run. [notes.]: +1 demonic shard.

"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.

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

<<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

<<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

iris: i've got your orders up in the scarlet line! @Acanthus @Arabelle

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

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