Sable

PH ---- Crafting: ID#: 246646 | CD: 10 | LD: 7 Results: T1 Uncommon Snack

PH ---- Crafting: ID#: 246645 | CD: 3 | LD: 15 Failure

PH ---- Crafting: ID#: 246644 | CD: 7 | LD: 16 Salvage

PH ---- ID#: 246643 | LD: 14+4=18 Success! Materials Gathered: 5/5 Complete!

PH ---- ID#: 246642 | LD: 14+4=18 Success! Materials Gathered: 4/5

PH ---- ID#: 246641 | LD: 11+4=15 Success! Materials Gathered: 3/5

PH ---- ID#: 246640 | LD: 11+4=15 Success! Materials Gathered: 2/5 Note: Forgot to label the post for gathering.

PH ---- ID#: 246639 | LD: 9+4= 13 Fail Materials Gathered: 1/5

PH ---- ID#: 246638 | LD: 19+4= 23 Success! Materials Gathered: 1/5

Sigh. Where the hell was he supposed to gather cooking materials? Sable stood outside the tavern, his gaze shifting from building to person to shop front in the Town of Beginnings. He could have just bought some things and brought them back, but that felt like a cop out. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he thought for a moment. The woods just outside of time was sure to have something, if it all hadn't been picked clean of course. He knew that over time certain monster spawns had dwindled after the players that were two afraid to leave this floor had hunted them clean. He shuddered a

Sable stepped into the homely tavern and smiled as he looked around. Krow had pointed him in this direction when he asked where he could learn how to cook. The scout had been doing some studying on survival basics and food was one of those necessary things. He could bring or buy he other things like camping gear and health potions, but food? Sometimes you had to cook on the go. What better way to survive than to cook what you kill. She had laughed at him, Krow, the idea of eating a monster while in a dungeon practically made her fall off her chair. Once she had regained her composure she point

[Non Combat Support] [F1 | PP] [EV] Friend of a Friend | <<Fatal Error>>

The apparitions that walked the room had startled Sable. Did they appear once the door had been shut or had he missed them entirely during the commotion leading up to them bursting through the doors. Regardless they had looked almost completely corporal, unless you looked at them long enough to catch the lightest hint of the wall behind them showing through. As the two advanced into the mausoleum they passed by, and sometimes through, several thin and extremely pale individuals. "I wonder who they were." he asked aloud, inspecting a man and a woman having what appeared to be a fruitful convers

The pressure was on. Sable made a mental note not to come back to this floor by himself. Ever. At least until he was much higher in level. Taking care to watch his every step, the boy hop, skipped, and jumped his way to the set of double doors. They were made of some sort of black wood that almost looked like pure shadow. There was no wonder he had missed them the first time he looked around the room. Holding up his torch he quickly took in as much as he possibly could. Two large door with handles made from some equally black metal. A pair of sconces on either side, one with an extinguish

"Oh, right. Night vision." Sable chuckled awkwardly. He had felt elated at Acanthus complimenting his ingenuity. Sadly it faded rather quickly once she dowsed the torch he had lit for her. He took the clips of the climbing gear she had given him and attached them to himself in a way that seemed to make sense. He was sure that the system would take over in actuality, so he made about as much effort as he needed to. He watched his companion as she repelled into the darkness, finding himself surprised by how quickly she seemed to disappear. He found himself holding his breath as he waited to for