3ulogy

“Fuck, that last blessing sucked, man. Who even came up with all of these?” Eulogy stomped over to the next set of blessings, where the lamplighter waited obediently. “Partners, huh? Trick question. Never really had any partners. Oh yeah,” Eulogy scanned over the NPC. “You’re probably checking the dialogue for keywords. Hm, love, acceptance, appreciate, gracious, forgiving… C'mon, you stupid—” Eulogy caught himself. Another group of players were making their approach, and almost within earshot. “I guess I did have a partner. Kohitsuji was there for me right at the beginning. She really

Today's Appraisals T1 Rare Consumables [237206a] [237226a] T1 Rare Trinket [237213a] [237225a] [237223b] Item 1: T1 Rare Consumable [237206a] Slots. 237611 | BD 2 CD 6 LD 11 | Evasion 2 Assessment: Junk. 160 - 100 = 60 col spent. +6 EXP Item 2: T1 Rare Consumable [237226a] Slots. 237612 | BD 7 CD 2 LD 1 | Evasion 1 Assessment: Junk. 160 - 100 = 60 col spent. +6 EXP Item 3: T1 Rare Trinket [237213a]| 237613 | LD: 11 | KEEN 237614 | LD: 16 | ACC Assessment: Junk. 320 - 100 = 220 col spent. +6 EXP Item 4: T1 Rare Trinket [237225a] 237615

Today, the Town of Beginnings reflects the muted atmosphere. There appear to be fewer players and NPCs milling about the town. Some of the merchants with delicate crafts are starting to pack up early, cautious of the rain. Underneath one of the awnings, a weary player converses with a face peeking out from behind a door. “Are you sure? It’s been three weeks. Certainly he would have checked back with you…” With a quiet shake of the head, the door shuts quietly, but firmly. The weary player turns and walks away, pinching her nose as she moves. In her absentmindedness, she nearly bumps

As the dialog box vanishes, the room seems to grow just a shade darker, and the quest-giver’s eyes flash. Her smile widens. “Wonderful, yes. The first thing we must do is acquire some food for your familiar.” She stands up to rummage through her belongings, looking for just the right thing. “Firedrops—perhaps, golden honeysuckle—hmm, I think not. No, no, where is it…” She mutters to herself, tossing bags of varying sizes onto the floor. With an “ah, yes,” she grabs one final bag, turns around, and offers it to you. In her hand, she holds a small brown paper bag full of dry pellets. It sme

Today's Appraisals T1 Uncommon Consumables [237207a] [237205b] [237216a] [237225a] T1 Rare Weapon [237205a] Item 1: T1 Uncommon Consumable [237207a] Slot 1. 237284 | BD 1 CD 5 LD 15 | HP Recovery 1 Assessment: Junk. 80 - 50 = 30 col spent. +3 EXP Item 2: T1 Uncommon Consumable [237205b] Slot 1. 237285 | BD 6 CD 12 LD 11 | Evasion 1 Assessment: Keep. 80 col spent. +3 EXP Item 3: T1 Uncommon Consumable [237216a] Slot 1. 237286 | BD 1 CD 8 LD 18 | Protein 1 Assessment: Keep. 80 col spent. +3 EXP Item 4: T1 Uncommon Consumable [237225a] Slo

Link to Quest [Storyteller Mode is active in thread] The fields of floor one were breathtaking when the weather was at its optimal setting. Verdant fields dotted with a kaleidoscope of flowers beckoned all, and even the most hopeless would feel some peace as the wind gently passed over them, carrying away their fears and sorrows. But today, the first floor stank. Not literally, at least—Cardinal had decided that today was not a day for optimal weather. The skies were gray, the temperature just a little too warm and the humidity a little too muggy. It wasn’t raining (not yet), bu

Nestled in the back of the Aquilainean Bazaar on floor 26, The Library is barely advertised and barely present. The stock and lack of signs indicates that the last thing the owner wants are customers. "I lost a bet," 3ulogy explains cheerfully. Those that linger long enough might here him mutter otherwise. 3ulogy is currently turning away customers, but will accept any donations players have to offer (not before trying to send them to another appraiser, such as Freyd or Riardon). If players insist upon donating to them, he will begrudgingly promise to return unique enhancements upon reque

Eulogy returned one more time. Only three more of these to go, he thought sourly. The things I do for a little experience. He wondered what the prompt would be today. Some saccharine little refrain about love and life and honor. He wondered what kind of keyword soup he could get away with and still have the game process his hollow reflections. ‘To our siblings who stand with us, we grant of you this blessing.’ The fair became deathly quiet. Eulogy was lost in himself. “He’s hiding because he’s scared,” she would say. “Give him a little space, I just know he’ll—” “He’s hidin

Appraising Item 3: Perfect Armor (Light) 237195 237229 | LD 11 EVA 237230 | LD 14 EVA 237231 | LD 10 Light Momentum Result: Mythril Chain [237195] | T1 Light Armor | EVA 2 | Light Momentum This armor is so light the wearer could swear that it's cloth armor. Feels like wearing nothing at all.

THREAD SUMMARY <<Appraiser>> Unlocked! Experience: [Word Count: 3553/10 = 355.3] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 355 + 300 (quest) = 655 EXP Col 2196 (looting) + 400 (bonus) + 2500 (quest) = 5096 col (26) Materials Mythril Chain [237195] | T1 Light Armor | EVA 2 | Light Momentum This armor is so light the wearer could swear that it's cloth armor. Feels like wearing nothing at all. Link to Eval Looted Items: All Items are T1 Perfect Weapon | Perfect Armor | [237214a] Perfect Trinket | [237214b] Perfect Consumable | [237223a] R

“Now, you must name the item to give it life.” Eulogy didn’t feel the need to be creative. Generic item 1. The item filled out as a very generic thing, grey and bland and designed to be innocuous. After appraising two more items, he picked one to keep, handing over the rest to the shopkeeper. If he didn’t have his own personal stash, he would have been disappointed. “That does it for the quest, I think. I’ll stop by your shop later with a batch of crafter’s respites for you. That should help you get through the items a little faster.” “I don’t have a shop yet.” Acanthus slapped

“Let’s head back. I’m just putting off all this stupid appraisal stuff.” “What did you bring for appraising, boy?” Eulogy raised an eyebrow at the appraiser. Where did he get off calling him boy? If this weren’t a safe zone, it’d be a good time to test if he respawned or not. Maybe tilting one of these shelves over while he’s looking at something on the other side… “He’s brought some wonderful things. Why don’t you show him, Eulogy?” Her soft words distracted his vengeful thoughts. He placidly brought out the three items he had secured. “Hm, yes. They will do, I suppose. Now, to

Eulogy drew his knife. “Where are the bears? Did you get them?” “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be walking. I’d be running.” “I guess so.” Eulogy put his knife away. “That was pretty quick.” Acanthus looked over her shoulder into the meadow. “Yea, they had a lot of health, but that doesn’t keep them from taking hits.” “Hang on—they?” “Mom and dad. But don’t worry, it really wasn’t a big deal.” Eulogy sat down on a rock to catch his breath. He’d let his energy management get away from him. If Acanthus hadn’t been here, he might have been the one dying. Maybe he did need to gai

Eulogy had never gained levels because he never needed to gain levels. Levels were for people trying to beat the game, and Eulogy didn’t want to leave. He was having the time of his life with his little side project. Testing the limits of Aincrad’s boundaries was a passion project of his, and the lower his level, the better off he was. And then Acanthus had to show up; all of the sudden, he’d gained his first level. So did she notice and not say anything, or was she really that dense? Although, given on all the things she hadn’t picked up on, Eulogy firmly believed it was the latter.

If only Acanthus realized that the “little steak knife” he was wielding was the same weapon he’d wielded in the field boss fight. Not that it was secretly some incredible weapon. Steak knife was probably generous. But he hadn’t been at the boss fight to kill it himself. He was still shocked that she didn’t realize he wasn’t dealing any damage to it. All the fancy maneuvers, stabs and feints—none of it had translated into actual attacks and dodges. He’d never actually aggroed the field boss. The vanishing was in part due to his hiding skill, but there wasn’t really much actual aggro to deal wit