Acanthus

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Despite the damage, Piashuon showed no signs of slowing down. The Champion grinned, preparing to bear the brunt of the charge with her shield. The rhino connected, and the Champion felt the air leave her body all at once. Haru had been hit by a car once while running late to work; the force of Piashuon's impact made that accident feel like a gentle tap on the shoulder. Her feet lifted from the ground momentarily before skidding back into the dirt. Her shoulder braced the shield, and her other hand wrapped around Piashuon's horn. Good thing I didn't take the stupid thing off. Bit by b

For the first charge, the Champion rolled out of the way. Piashuon clipped her as he sailed by, but even the sliver of connection was enough to send her sailing across the dirt floor. The entire stadium gasped at the upset. "A minor setback," she growled. Her mistake was attempting to get out of the way of a moving mountain. To get reset and prepared for the next charge, she'd added about fifteen seconds to her estimate. Not that there was any danger of defeat. Her only metric of success was how quickly she could kill the damn thing. Piashuon rounded the corner, ready for a second hi

Piashuon could tell when it was being mocked. It bellowed and reared up, sending the two handlers flying. One bounced through the dirt and landed with one hand twisted behind his back. The second tumbled and cracked his head into a wall, tumbling into the spectators. The audience was now crying for blood. Pianshuon lowered its head and charged. The Champion had already planned her approach carefully. The horn could be sawed off-in one hit, with good timing and a little luck-but damaging the horn did nothing to Piashuon besides reducing its damage. She had enough health to not worry about

A pair of handlers led Piashuon into the darena. The rhino bucked and growled even as the meek handlers guided it to Acanthus. "That's it? I expected him to be bigger!" The rhino was by no means small: in fact, it was the size of a small shed, if the shed were wrought of thick hide and pure muscle. Every snorting breath pulled the heavy iron chains across its belly, kicking up dust that the rhino stamped back down. Haru would have been frozen in terror. Acanthus would have even experienced some trepidation at the two tons of animosity staring her down. But in the coliseum she was neither.

THREAD SUMMARY Experience | 1344 / 5 = 268.8 * 11 = 2956 + 1500 (quest) = 4,456 experience. Col | 0 (yes I'm ignoring laurel wreath sue me) + 2500 (quest) = 2,500 col. Items | Zero Degree Icicle | T2 Rare Spear | Freeze | Accuracy I Other. 1 mon. <<Frozen Hide>> Unlocked.

The girl stumbled back into the Tavern, heading immediately for the fireplace. Alex couldn't keep the smugness out of his voice. "Looks like you're back for those directions, aren't you? Maybe the quest is a little bit out of your league. I think Kindle needs some extra firewood if you want a simple gathering quest." "Kindle? No, I think I've done that one already. And I'm not here for directions. I killed Absolute Zero." "...Really." The seemed far too disinterested to be lying to him. The system provided concrete proof, marking her as eligible to turn in for quest rewards. "Bu

That bartender really didn't seem to like me. The thought trailed Acanthus as she hiked the southern slope of the mountain. Absolute Zero's location was common knowledge at this point: accepting the quest had been a formality. She did not care to stay and listen for directions. Maybe that was why he didn't like her? Or maybe that she'd asked for the whiskey in her cider. (Oh, excuse me: the "grainol." The game's desire to replace perfectly normal terms with fantasy ones annoyed her endlessly.) The strategy guide mentioned Alexander was a warm and intelligent NPC, though a little stan

OOC: In an effort to accrue Guild Tokens, I'm running a monthly Guild-only private thread where any member of the Tracker's Alliance is invited to post. These threads will open on the first Monday of each month, and I will close and submit them on the following Monday. If you want to join, your only obligation is a single, minimal effort post describing any guild efforts they've taken since the last meeting. Players are welcome to make three posts to meet the experience minimum, but it is not expected. (Because I'll be making the opening and closing posts, I'll probably make a habit of sn

“Every floor. Without reservation, as far as I’m aware.” Acanthus checked her system map with silent concern. What she did not want to express was the scarcity of dungeons on the lower levels. Or rather, the scarcity of Dungeons worth revisiting. New dungeons were getting harder to find as the higher-level floors became more accessible. Many of the players that sat between defenseless and boss-fight ready had enough sense to wait until exploring the new floor, leaving the best locations to Acanthus and the others that were equipped to handle the uncertainties. Floor 21, although one of the hig

For the first time in a long time, Acanthus felt like she was home. Not in a good way, though. The desk in front of her loomed, built of spite and comically tall stacks of paper. Acanthus had surely thought most of them to be blank, but was beside herself to learn that was not the case. Guild token invoices, evaluation reports, guild member feedback forms and construction requests… She had spent two nights fully awake just trying to put things in order. It probably wasn’t even necessary. Baldur ran Jacob’s Ladder, and he seemed far too calm to be going through this much bureaucracy.

Guild Name: Tracker's Alliance Guild Quest Rank: 1 Guild Quest Creator: Acanthus Guild Quest Details:

The great combine-ining part 2 Crafting Hyperlinks for Reference: 11/1 11/4 11/5 (I swear I did mats for everything.) Evaluating Perfect Masterpieces (Details at bottom of post) 256572 Perfect (Mast) 11/4 25657

November 5 Crafts (Up to 14 because I've been sleeping on Guild Buffs) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 256637 CD: 6 +1 LD: 6 Rare - 12 (+7 Ambition) 2 256636 CD: 5 +1 LD: 10 Uncommon

Another Japanese style house greeted Acanthus as they made the rounds. It was less traditional than the last, but still pleasing to look at. The owner had gone all out on the decorations, but Acanthus was thankful she had not opted to go for the super scary route like Jomei had. The estate felt appropriately festive, from the carved pumpkins to the large bowl of candy. 3ulogy went feral the moment he smelled the sugar. He tore away from Acanthus so quickly that his mask flew off and into the air. She shrugged—it was rare to see him so eager, so she would try not to chastise him. “Try