Hanzoku

2/9/2024 Attempt ID Result CD LD 1 229380 Salvage (+5 EXP) 6 15 2 229381 Rare Masterpiece (+8 EXP) 10 17 3 229382 Uncommon (+6 EXP) 9 12 4 229383 Rare (+8 EXP) 11 1 5 229384 Fail (+4 EXP) 2 19

When he returns, Hanzoku is already looking a bit better than the day before - moving more easily and no longer relying on the staff as much as he was. He runs his fingers over the newly crafted gear with reverence for the smith's craftmanship. "I'll keep your words in mind. I said it before - but if you ever need anything a performer can craft, just let me know." He stops and looks at the smith and notices the dark circles under his eyes. "I'm a bit of a hypocrite to say it, but... don't ignore your own health. You do a lot to help others, but if you drive yourself into the ground doing

31/8/2024 Attempt ID Result CD LD 1 229105 Rare (+8 EXP) 10 9 2 229106 Uncommon (+6 EXP) 9 6 3 229107 Uncommon (+6 EXP) 9 3 4 229108 Rare (+8 EXP) 10 9 5 229109 Rare (+8 EXP) 11 13 6

30/8/2024 Attempt ID Result CD LD 1 228988 Fail (+4 EXP) 1 17 2 228989 Salvage (+5 EXP) 5 17 3 228990 Salvage (+5 EXP) 3 19 4 228991 Perfect Masterpiece (+11 EXP) 12 16 5 228992 Perfect (+11 EXP) 12 6

Hanzoku limps into the smithy, impressed as always by how busy it is in here. Not too surprising - the master smith in charge was both friendly and skilled, and it turned into a steady supply of customers. Once it is his turn at the counter, he summons his gear from the inventory, the mangled masses of metal landing with a dull thud on the counter top. His sword is cracked and chipped down its whole length, and his shield is worried and ragged, many of the spikes snapped off or shorn away. The heavy plate armor is the worst though, bearing gouges and claw marks that ripped through the hea

House Name: Location: Floor 8 / Ellesmera Description: Located on the edge of Ellesmera, just within the city's Safe Zone, the castle is the home of the newly anointed Duchess Lysandra, who recently came into great wealth and came to prominence after purchasing her title and this castle. While much of the castle is occupied by her and other elves belonging to an organization that she runs that is dedicated to researching the Outworlder phenomenon, rooms were set aside in one of the towers for one of those very Outworlders. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): - Bedroom (Hanzoku) - Basic Wo

29/8/2024 Attempt ID Result CD LD 1 228868 Perfect Masterpiece (+9 EXP) 12 18 2 228869 Failure (+2 EXP) 2 20 3 228870 Failure (+2 EXP) 2 5 4 228871 Perfect (+9 EXP) 12 12 5 228872 Rare (+6 EXP) 10 14

28/8/2024 ID Result CD LD 1 228796 Fail (+3 EXP) 5 5 2 228797 Perfect Masterpiece (+9 EXP) 12 18 3 228798 Uncommon Masterpiece (+4 EXP) 8 19 4 228799 Rare (+6 EXP) 11 14

The latest visitor to the shop's entrance is heralded by a labored thump-scrape-thump cadence as he laboriously makes his way up the stairs to the entrance. Pushing through the door is a large man starting to go gray. He's using a walking staff to get around and dressed in the simple starter set of clothes that everyone joined the game in. What is out of place is the bandages that are visible on his arms, neck and forehead - and the bright blooms of red that indicate that out in the real world, there'd be a doctor popping a blood vessel of his own at the man's stupidity to be moving in his con

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Thread Summary Hanzoku +1,858 EXP [Total] | (9,295 / 10 ) * (1) * (1) = 929 [Thread Progression] * 2 (New Player Bonus) + 1,200col [Total] | 400 * 3 = 1200col [Thread Progression] Loot Summary + 1,858 EXP + 25,430col + 56 materials + (4) Unidentified T1 Uncommon Consumable (227305, 227306a, 228521, 228721a) + (4) Unidentified T1 Rare Consumables (227292a, 227292b, 228723b, 228723c) + (6) Unidentified T1 Rare Trinket (225954, 227263, 227301, 228523, 228524. 228621a) + (1) Unidentified T1 Rare Armor (227262) + (2) Unidentified T1 Rare Weapon (227306b, 228721b)

"Huh, guess you aren't as stupid as you look." she said, using the human's scabbarded sword to pry away more of the veneer hiding the low door leading to Astarion's secret treasure room. "I'll have you know I resemble that remark." James called out. "Be careful in there. There's always a chance that it's actually a Mimic." "It'll be fine, James." Lysandra said with an amused huff. So, Astarion had been squirreling away a lot of gold and gems - the group had always been on a tight budget, and this proved it hadn't been necessary. She wondered what the plan had been as she flipped open

Once she had done what she could for the human, Lysandra looked around the ruins of the room, her eyes looking in surprise where a shattered portion of the wall was shown to be wood with a thin veneer of stone over it to form a secret compartment. "What? I never knew that was there." she said. She started to stand and stopped when the human grabbed her hand. "Wait. Wear this." he said, pressing a pair of ear cuffs into her hands. She blinked at him slowly. "I'm not interested in dating a mon'keigh, particularly one who rightly or wrongly killed a dozen people I knew and is wearing more of

The elf worked in silence for a while as the human rested with his head leaning back against the stone wall. His armor was rent through in a dozen places, his shield jagged scrap metal. Even his sword was battered, its edge chipped and worn along its whole length. "I think you need new gear." Lysandra said after a while. Hanzoku cracked an eye open, the other glued shut by blood flowing sluggishly down his forehead. Gently, she wiped blood from his face until his other eye could open, and he gently took the rag from her hand and pressed it to his forehead wound. "Yeah... what you said abo

"No greater love have one man than this; to lay down his life for another." James said. The angel flexed its clawed hands. "Those are your last words? Then lie down and die, fool." The two lunged at each other, coming together in a terrible thunder of metal tearing flesh. Face to face, Hanzoku spat blood in the angel's eyes. "One day, I'll lay down my life for another, but that isn't today you fucking bastard." The angel slowly slid off his sword, claws hands coming free of his shoulder and side, red blood dripping from clawed hands too weak to rip and tear. "You think thi