[SP|F1] The First Few Lessons

[Kisodeth 0]

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Name: Kisodeth
True Tier: 1
Level: 7
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 140/140
EN: 32/32

Stats:
Damage: 9
Mitigation: 42
Accuracy: 2
Stealth Rating: -3

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Winter's Discontent 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Death's Embrace
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - 

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Accuracy R2

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Heavy Armor R3
  - Straight Sword R3
 

Combat Data: Kisodeth | HP: 140/140 | EN: 32/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2

As the last rays of sunlight bled into the darkening sky, Kisodeth stirred, stretching out the stiffness from her limbs. She sat up, cracking her neck with a slow roll of her shoulders before pushing herself off the bed. Time to get moving.

Her fingers instinctively reached for her menu, summoning it with a practiced flick. She tapped through her inventory, re-equipping Death’s Embrace first, the black steel breastplate materializing onto her form with a faint shimmer. Next came Winter’s Discontent, the familiar weight of the greatsword settling across her back. Satisfied, she turned to the small mirror hanging crookedly on the wall.

With methodical precision, she traced the skeletal paint over her features, hollowing out her eyes, streaking lines down her jaw. A death’s visage staring back at her one that kept the unwanted away. At least, most of the time.

She made her way downstairs, her boots heavy against the wooden steps, and found a quiet corner in the inn’s dining area. A quick meal nothing extravagant, just enough to keep the hunger mechanic from becoming an annoyance. She leaned back against the chair, waiting for her food when something in her menu caught her eye.

Active Quests: 1

Her brow furrowed. She hadn’t taken on anything new, so what—?

She tapped the tab, scrolling through until she found it. A quest from… two nights ago? Tch. She had completely forgotten about it in the chaos of everything else, the duel, the information hunt, the stale experience with the Nepent…

Quest: The First Few Lessons are Free
Status: Incomplete
Reward: 800 EXP, 2000 Col

Her eyes lingered on the reward. 800 EXP. That alone was worth getting off her ass for. It would  push her to a level up, and it would make the grind a hell of a lot easier.

Her food arrived, but she barely acknowledged it, already planning her next move.

WC: 316

Edited yesterday at 10:09 AM by Kisodeth

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Kisodeth stepped into the dimly lit streets, her boots clicking against the cobblestone as she moved with her usual languid stride. The town was quiet at this hour, save for the occasional NPC shuffling about their scripted routines. Just as she passed a fountain in the center square, a voice called out as urgent, yet polished.

“You there! Stop, please!”

Her gaze flicked toward the speaker, a man with neatly combed silver hair, an immaculate coat, and a monocle perched over one eye. He strode toward her with long, purposeful steps, his expression one of barely concealed distress.

“Ah, pardon me, but I am in need of some assistance, and you appear to be…” he hesitated, giving her an assessing look, his eyes briefly lingering on her skeletal face paint before he cleared his throat, ”…quite capable.”

Kisodeth crossed her arms, waiting.

The man heaved a quick sigh and ran his fingers over his perfectly groomed mustache. “My name is Dorian, and I am the mayor of this fine town. Part of my many, many responsibilities includes ensuring the economy remains stable, which occasionally requires me to issue small loans to aid local businesses. The issue is…” He grimaced. “I seem to have misplaced my records on one such loan. That is to say, I…well, I’ve completely forgotten who I lent the money to.”

Kisodeth lifted a single brow. “Seriously?”

“Yes, yes, I know how it sounds,” Dorian waved his hands as if swatting away the sheer absurdity of the situation. “But I am a very busy man! Keeping track of every transaction personally is…frankly…beneath my station. That’s what assistants are for. Or rather, what they should be for, had mine not quit last week.” He exhaled sharply. “Which brings me to you.”

Kisodeth let the silence stretch, unimpressed.

Dorian cleared his throat again, adjusting his monocle. “If you would be so kind as to track down the recipient of this loan and… retrieve the amount owed, I would be most grateful. And, of course, compensated.” He hesitated, lowering his voice. “Perhaps… we keep my little memory lapse between us?”

The notification popped up in Kisodeth’s menu.

[Quest Accepted: PART I | THE FIRST LESSON]

She exhaled through her nose, glancing back at Dorian. “And where exactly am I supposed to start?”

Dorian’s posture immediately lifted, relieved. “Yes! Excellent. I knew I could count on someone of your… presence to get things done. I would suggest starting with Zackariah, the town’s alchemist. He’s frequently working on projects for the community; quite possible he’s the one who borrowed the sum in question. If not, well…” He gave a flippant wave. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Kisodeth muttered something in Spanish under her breath before turning on her heel. Time to go chase down debtors like a glorified collections agent.
 

WC: 469

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Kisodeth stepped into the alchemist’s shop, the faint chime of a bell announcing her arrival. The air inside was thick with the mingling scents of herbs, flowers, and something vaguely metallic. Shelves lined the walls, cluttered with jars of powders, vials of swirling liquids, and bundles of dried plants hanging from the ceiling like trophies of past experiments.

A bubbling sound drew her attention to the back of the shop, where an elderly man hunched over a small cauldron, his long snow-white beard nearly dipping into the sweet-smelling purple liquid he was stirring. He barely glanced up as he greeted her.

“Oh, hello,” he said absentmindedly, eyes still fixed on the bubbling concoction. “If you’re here to order something, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. I’m absolutely swamped with requests, and my supplies are dwindling faster than I can restock.”

Kisodeth folded her arms. “I’m not here for an order. I’m looking for information.”

Zackariah finally looked up, squinting at her. His gaze lingered on her skeletal face paint for a second before he chuckled to himself. “Well, aren’t you a sight? You trying to scare off bandits or just the occasional shopkeeper?”

“It’s none of your business,” she said dryly. “I’m here on behalf of Mayor Dorian. He’s trying to track down a missing loan. Ring any bells?”

The alchemist scratched his chin, deep in thought. “Hmm… A loan, you say? That does sound familiar, but I’ve had so many transactions lately, it’s hard to recall details.” He suddenly snapped his fingers, eyes lighting up. “Tell you what! I could use an extra pair of hands. If you gather a few materials for me flowers, herbs, rare woods, whatever you can find outside the city I’ll have time to think it over. Maybe jog my memory.”

Kisodeth exhaled sharply through her nose. “So, a bribe?”

Zackariah grinned. “Think of it as an exchange of services. You help me, I help you. And, if you’re lucky, I might even show you a trick or two about potion-making. It never hurts to have a little extra knowledge, especially for someone who seems like they… run into trouble often.”

Kisodeth rolled her eyes but knew she had little choice. She was about to leave when she caught the scent of the bubbling potion again, sweet, warm, almost nostalgic. “What are you making?”

The alchemist beamed. “Ah, this? This is fondue…well, my special version of it. Packed with a few alchemical properties to invigorate the mind and body. Would you care for a taste?”

She eyed him warily, then the potion. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch! Consider it a sample for your troubles.”

She took the offered spoon, dipping it into the thick, purple liquid before bringing it to her lips. The moment it touched her tongue, warmth flooded her body, a subtle energy coursing through her veins. It wasn’t just a taste; it was an effect…like a mild buff.

[Status Effect Gained: +3 LD.]

Kisodeth set the spoon down and licked the residue from her lips. “Not bad.”

Zackariah laughed. “Glad you think so! Now, off you go. Bring me those ingredients, and I’ll see what I can remember about your little missing loan.”

Kisodeth turned on her heel, already planning her route beyond the city walls. This better be worth it.
 

WC:540

Updated Combat Stats: Combat Data: Kisodeth | HP: 140/140 | EN: 32/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | LD: 3

[Kisodeth 0]

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ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242210	10	9	18	8	Kisodeth

Kisodeth stalked through the fields outside the city, boots crunching over patches of dry grass and loose soil. The sun had dipped past the horizon, painting the sky in deep blues and purples, but her sharp eyes adjusted quickly to the shifting light. She muttered under her breath, cursing Zackariah’s errand even as she scanned the terrain.

“Gathering flowers like some damn forager. Not exactly my idea of leveling up.”

Her fingers grazed a cluster of pale blue blossoms growing between jagged stones. She plucked a few, recognizing them as Moonveil Petals, a common ingredient in stamina potions. The old man would definitely want these.

As she tucked them into her inventory, movement in the distance caught her eye. A lone creature shuffled near a tree line…a hunched, twisted thing with a bulbous body covered in dark, bristling vines. A Creeping Briar, a low-level monster known for its toxic barbs. Kisodeth narrowed her eyes, considering.

If Zackariah wanted rare ingredients, this thing’s venom sacs would probably be a prime alchemical material. But the real question…was it worth the trouble?

She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck. “Screw it.”

Kisodeth exhaled sharply through her nose and broke into a sprint, closing the gap between herself and the Creeping Briar in seconds. The monster’s bulbous body quivered at her approach, its thorny tendrils twitching like it sensed the danger. Too late.

“Tch. No running now.”

Her sword glowed faintly as she activated a sword art thrust slicing through the thick mass of vines. The impact sent a burst of green ichor into the air as the Creeping Briar recoiled, screeching in a high-pitched, distorted wail. Its tendrils lashed out in retaliation, aiming to wrap around her arm, but she twisted out of range with practiced ease.

The monster shuddered, its health bar dropping by a third.

Kisodeth scoffed. “Not enough.”

The Creeping Briar suddenly rooted itself into the ground, its body convulsing. She recognized the motion, an area attack that would release a cloud of paralytic pollen.

“Not happening.”

With a sharp pivot, she activated another sword art, slashing upward in a brutal arc. Her blade cleaved straight through its pulsing core, severing the main body. The Creeping Briar let out one last gurgling screech before collapsing into a writhing pile of withered vines, its data fragmenting into bright, dissolving shards.

Kisodeth flicked her sword, letting the last drops of its sap-like blood splatter onto the grass. “That better be worth something.”

Without another glance at the fading remains, she turned and resumed her search, stalking through the moonlit fields for the rest of the ingredients.
 

WC: 434

Materials Collected: 1

Edited yesterday at 06:30 PM by Kisodeth

[Kisodeth 0]

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ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242215	9	1	6	8	Kisodeth

Kisodeth stalked up to the water’s edge, scanning the reeds for the next item on her list. The moon’s reflection shimmered on the lake’s surface, casting everything in an eerie glow. A quiet splash nearby caught her attention.

She turned her head slightly.

A trio of players sat along the shore, fishing rods in hand, their lines cast lazily into the water.

The moment they noticed her, however, their entire demeanor changed.

One nearly dropped his rod. Another flinched so hard that his bobber skipped across the water like a stone. The last one, clearly the most skittish, froze completely his hands locked in place, gripping his fishing pole like it was a lifeline.

Kisodeth narrowed her eyes slightly, cocking her head to the side. “…What?”

No one answered. They just sat there, stiff as boards, eyes darting between her skull-painted face and the wicked blade at her hip.

The tension thickened.

Finally, the skittish one blurted out, “W-We were just fishing, I swear!”

Kisodeth blinked. “And?”

“AND—uh…” He gulped. “…We’ll leave if we’re in your way!”

The second player, still gripping his fishing rod like a battle axe, gave an awkward, forced chuckle. “Y-Yeah, we were just about to wrap up, haha… ha…”

Kisodeth sighed through her nose, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh for…relax, I’m not here to drown you in the lake, pendejos.” She turned back toward the reeds, muttering, “Just looking for a damn flower…”

The three exchanged nervous glances but didn’t move.

After a beat, one of them whispered, “…So… she’s not gonna kill us?”

The first player shrugged. “…I dunno, man. She still could.”

Kisodeth shot them a sideways glare. They flinched.

Her lips twitched upward in amusement. 

Kisodeth plucked the last of the reeds she needed and straightened up, dusting off her gloves. The fishermen were still side-eyeing her like a pack of nervous rabbits, not daring to move too suddenly lest she actually decide to drown them.

She stretched her arms over her head with a sigh, then turned to them with a sharp-toothed smirk. “So. You guys catch anything big and juicy, or just drowning worms out here?”

The three exchanged hesitant glances before the second player—the one gripping his fishing rod like a lifeline, finally cleared his throat. “Uh… W-We got a few decent ones. Some Iron Scaled Bass, a Golden Trout nothing huge yet, though.”

The first player, still nervous but eager to shift the conversation, chimed in. “There’s supposed to be a giant catfish boss that shows up sometimes, but, uh… we haven’t seen it tonight.”

Kisodeth raised a brow. “Huh. Sounds like a hell of a fight. Maybe I’ll come back and wrangle it myself.”

They all chuckled, though it was laced with nervous energy like they weren’t sure if she was joking or actually considering murdering a fish just for fun.

Kisodeth dusted off her hands and tilted her head, getting to the real reason she was still loitering. “Say, you guys see any players running around in cloaks, not saying shit, just sending duel invites?”

The atmosphere shifted.

The first player frowned. ”…Cloaked players? Silent duel invites?”

The second furrowed his brows, muttering, “Now that you mention it, I think I did see someone like that a few nights ago. Thought it was just some weirdo looking for PvP.”

The third one shuddered. “Yeah, but something about it was off, right? No words, no taunts, just…boom, duel request. Almost like they were testing people.”

Kisodeth’s smirk thinned. “Testing, huh…?”

The first player nodded, rubbing his chin. “They dueled someone near the west gate of Tolbana. Didn’t stick around to see who won, but the guy they fought looked freaked out after.”

Kisodeth rolled that information around in her mind. West gate. Tolbana. Another duel.

Maybe she wasn’t the only one they were testing.

She clicked her tongue, then gave the fishermen a sharp nod. “Thanks. Keep those lines tight, yeah?”

They all nodded quickly, half in respect, half in relief that the conversation was over. As Kisodeth turned to leave, she could hear one of them mutter under his breath.

“Dude… she’s even scarier when she asks nice questions.”


WC: 695

Materials Collected: 2

Edited yesterday at 07:36 PM by Kisodeth

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ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242241	5	8	2	5	Kisodeth

Kisodeth narrowed her eyes, scowling at the absolute lack of gathering nodes under the shaded tree. It was like the game itself was mocking her. No herbs. No materials. Not even a useless twig to kick out of frustration. Just a whole lot of nothing.

Then, movement. just off the path, she spotted another player hunched over, their hands working quickly. A gathering node! Her gathering node!

Without hesitation, she sprinted toward it, boots pounding against the dirt. If she could just get there before…!

Ding! [Node Expired.]

”¡Mierda!” she cursed, skidding to a stop just as the shimmering remains of the node flickered out of existence.

The player, a young guy in light armor, whirled around with wide, panicked eyes. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn’t do anything! I swear!”

Kisodeth blinked, taking in his stiff posture, the way his hands were half-raised in surrender. He thought.

Oh. Oh, he thought she was about to kill him.

A slow smirk spread across her lips, wicked and toothy. “Relax, chico. If I wanted to gut you, you wouldn’t have seen me coming.”

That did not seem to help. The poor guy swallowed hard, shifting his weight like he was debating whether to run. “O-Okay? Then… what did you want?”

She sighed dramatically, jerking a thumb toward the now useless ground. “That node. I was trying to grab it before it expired, but you beat me to it.”

His tension evaporated instantly. “Oh! Wait, that’s why you were running at me? I thought I was about to get PK’d.”

Kisodeth rolled her eyes. “Please. I have way better reasons to kill people than gathering disputes.”

Again…not helping.

The guy laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “R-Right… Well, uh, sorry about that. It was just some basic herbs. If you need gathering spots, there’s usually a good patch of them near the broken shrine down the hill.”

Her smirk softened just a fraction. “Now that is actually useful. Gracias.”

The player gave a stiff nod, clearly relieved to still be breathing, then awkwardly shuffled away. Kisodeth chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she made her way toward the shrine. Maybe she did need to dial down the murder aura…

…Nah.
 

WC: 370

Materials Gathered: 2

Edited yesterday at 08:26 PM by Kisodeth

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ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242264	10	4	16	7	Kisodeth

Kisodeth approached the broken shrine, its crumbling stonework half-swallowed by the wilderness. Vines curled around the weathered pillars, and moss crept between the cracks like time itself had been trying to erase whatever this place once was. It was quiet…unnaturally so. No players. No mobs. Just the distant whisper of the wind through the ruins.

Her sharp eyes swept the area, scanning for gathering nodes. Untouched. Good. The player’s tip had been solid.

But before she moved in, she paused.

The shrine reminded her a little too much of the Monument of Life back in the Town of Beginnings the cold, lifeless etchings of names, the weight of permanence hanging in the air. This place… it had been something before. Maybe a temple, maybe a place where players once came and went, and now? Now it was just another forgotten relic of Aincrad.

She exhaled softly, rolling her shoulders before stepping closer.

No grand gestures. No dramatic displays of emotion. Just a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment. A prayer, not for the dead, but for herself. A reminder of what she was here for. Level up. Dominate. Survive.

With that, she got to work.

Moving through the rubble, she plucked herbs from the cracks in the stone, dug out rare roots nestled in the damp earth, and sliced a few thick vines with practiced precision. The last of the materials secured, she stood, dusting off her hands.

Time to head back.

She turned on her heel, leaving the ruins and the whispering wind behind as she made her way out of the field.

WC: 262

Materials Gathered: 3

Edited yesterday at 09:19 PM by Kisodeth

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Zachariah barely looked up from his latest bubbling concoction when Kisodeth stepped through the door, but the moment she dumped the gathered materials onto his counter with a distinct lack of grace, his eyebrows shot up.

“Ah, excellent! You work fast,” he said, rubbing his hands together. Then, with a knowing smirk, he added, “Though judging by your expression, I take it this isn’t about a newfound love for alchemy?”

Kisodeth folded her arms, expression dry. “No. It’s about a certain absent-minded mayor and his missing col. Got anything useful, or am I handing over rare roots for charity?”

Zachariah let out a chuckle, stroking his long white beard. “Leave it to Dorian to forget something so important. No, I’m afraid it wasn’t me that borrowed the col.” He tapped a finger against his temple before pointing it toward the door. “You might try Lyle, the blacksmith. I’ve seen him talking with the mayor frequently this past month or so. He’s just up the road.”

Kisodeth exhaled sharply, dragging a gloved hand down her face. “Of course. The mayor’s memory is shot, but at least his debts are conveniently clustered together.”

Zachariah chuckled again, clearly amused at her irritation. He gestured to the materials still sitting on the counter. “But look on the bright side. At least you helped an old man restock his shelves. If nothing else, you’ve done a good deed.”

Kisodeth gave him a deadpan look. “I’m gonna need more than goodwill to make this worth it.”

The alchemist hummed, plucking a finished vial from a nearby rack and sliding it toward her. “A small token, then. Not much, but it should prove useful.”

She eyed the vial before scooping it up. A Tierless Perfect HP Recovery Potion…Nothing game-changing, but she supposed it was better than leaving empty-handed.

With a parting salute, she turned on her heel and made for the door. Lyle Tealeaf. Hopefully, this lead wouldn’t be another waste of time.
 

WC: 326

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The rhythmic clang of metal striking metal echoed through the forge as Kisodeth stepped inside. The heat was stifling, the air thick with the scent of burning coal and hot steel. Behind an anvil stood a grizzled old man, his hammer coming down in steady, practiced swings on a half-formed blade. His long white beard, streaked with soot, twitched slightly as he exhaled through his nose, casting a sharp, uninterested glance her way.

“I’m busy,” he grunted, his voice as rough as the iron he worked.

Kisodeth didn’t even get past opening her mouth before he waved a calloused hand dismissively.

“Save it. I don’t do anything without payment. You want my time? Earn it. There’s a pack of boarlets outside the city giving me trouble. Go cull a few and bring back something to show for it…whole or just the tusks, I don’t care. Even you shouldn’t have any trouble with those pathetic things.”

Her eye twitched. “Even me?”

Lyle didn’t look up from his work. “You heard me.”

A long sigh passed her lips as she put a hand on her hip. “You know, for a guy who owes the mayor money, you’re pretty demanding.”

That got her a glare, but no further response. The blacksmith simply turned back to his work, already treating her like an afterthought.

She tapped her fingers against the hilt of her sword, glancing at the spare weapon racks along the wall. Some half-finished swords lay among them, clearly meant for novice players, dull and unremarkable. When Lyle made a vague gesture toward one of them, as if suggesting she take it, she scoffed and shook her head. “Nah. I’ll use my own. Wouldn’t want to break a cheap blade on something so weak.”

Lyle grunted in response, already hammering away again.

Another sigh. Another chore. Another waste of time.

Boarlet extermination duty.

She didn’t even get loot from those things; too low-level, too insignificant for her to bother with under normal circumstances. But if it meant getting closer to finishing this absurd chain of fetch quests, she’d grit her teeth and get it done.

Rolling her shoulders, Kisodeth turned on her heel and strode out, muttering under her breath. “Next time, I’m charging interest.”
 

WC: 372

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Kisodeth | HP: 140/140 | EN: 24/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2
Dmg: 9x8=72 | EN-8

Boarlet: HP 0/5 | Dmg: 3

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character	Link	Purpose	Time
242332	9	9	9	8	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	ST-I vs Boarlet

The field was quiet save for the occasional rustling of grass and the soft, high-pitched squeals of the boarlets rooting around in the dirt. Kisodeth let out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders as she sized up the first group.

“Tch. This feels wrong,” she muttered, watching the tiny creatures blissfully unaware of their impending doom.

Still, a quest was a quest.

She tightened her grip on her sword and activated a sword art. In a blur of motion, her blade carved through the pack, their health bars obliterated before they even had a chance to react. The system barely had time to register their deaths before they shattered into fragments of light.

The damage numbers were an absurd sight. Overkill.

Kisodeth clicked her tongue and dragged a gloved hand down her face. “Yeah, that was unnecessary.”

Reaching down, she picked up the few required tusks, watching the quest tracker update with a beep. A flick of her wrist sheathed her sword as she glanced at the next set of targets further up the path. This time, she wouldn’t waste energy on theatrics.

Simple strikes. Quick, efficient.

At least it would be over soon.

WC: 194

Edited 20 hours ago by Kisodeth

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Kisodeth | HP: 140/140 | EN: 23/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2
Dmg: Miss, -2/+1 EN

Boarlet: HP 5/5 | Dmg: 3

Dmg: Miss

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242333	1	5	16	1	Kisodeth

 

The moment Kisodeth closed in on the next pack of boarlets, they didn’t wait for her to make the first move.

With high-pitched squeals, the tiny beasts charged.

She sidestepped one. Then another. Then… “¡Mierda!” a third rushed between her legs, making her stumble. Her arms flailed, and in a completely undignified moment, she landed flat on her ass.

The boarlets, emboldened by this accidental victory, began running circles around her.

Kisodeth let out a growl, pushing herself up, her pride stinging more than anything. “You little—!”

Instead of drawing her sword, she lifted a boot and stomped. And missed. She tried again. And missed. They were too damn fast.

The boarlets, in what could only be described as pure mockery, squealed in delight and kept circling her like they were some demonic conga line.

Kisodeth stood there for a moment, fists clenched, shoulders trembling. Then she exhaled sharply, pulled her sword free, and muttered under her breath, “Alright, enough games.”

The next strike wouldn’t miss.

WC: 166

Edited 20 hours ago by Kisodeth

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The little bastards weren’t just running circles around her anymore…they were attacking. Kisodeth ran her hand through the dark tendrils of hair, the braids falling into place. A few rogue strands framing her phantasmal paint. Her knuckles whitened in her gloves, the leather crunching as she bore down on the hikt of her massive blade. 

Bump! One rammed into her shin.
Thud! Another headbutted her side.
Squeal! A third caught her from behind, the force barely making her stumble.

It wasn’t damage she was worried about it was the sheer humiliation of getting bullied by a mob of oversized rodents.

Kisodeth roared in frustration, rearing back her sword and swinging it in a vicious arc. Whoosh! A clean miss.
Another swing. Whoosh! Another miss.
Her jaw clenched, eyes burning. Enough.

She adjusted her stance, waited…then struck!

Her blade cleaved through one of the boarlets, splitting its head clean in two. Pixels burst into the air like fireworks. The rest squealed in alarm, scattering but she was already moving.

She pivoted on her heel, bringing her sword around in a brutal spin. Another target lined up perfectly in her sights.
WC: 189

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Kisodeth | HP: 137/140 | EN: 23/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2
Dmg: 9, -2/+1 EN

Boarlet: HP 0/5 | Dmg: 3

Dmg: 3
 

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character	Link	Purpose
242342	8	10	19	8	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	Regular Attack vs Boarlet

 

Edited 15 hours ago by Kisodeth

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Kisodeth exhaled slow, steady, as she surveyed the pack of boarlets. One more tusk. That was all she needed.

But why stop there?

This wasn’t just about a fetch quest anymore. This was about sharpening the blade.

She rolled her shoulders, flexed her grip on her sword, and then…she struck.

A single clean slice. One boarlet fell.

Another lunged at her, she sidestepped effortlessly, brought her blade down, and split it in two.

A third tried to retreat, but she was faster. She closed the distance, boots pounding the dirt, and drove her sword straight through its side.

Pixelated shards exploded into the air, the creatures bursting apart like shattered glass.

No wasted movements. No unnecessary effort. Just precision. Just power.

These things were weak. Fragile. But even in meaningless fights, she could carve something out of them…progress.

Kisodeth tilted her head back, breathing in the crisp air.

Five minutes ago, she wasn’t as sharp as she was now.

Five minutes from now, she’d be even sharper.

For now, though she looted the final tusk and strode away from the carnage.

WC: 181

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Kisodeth | HP: 137/140 | EN: 21/32 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 | ACC:2
Dmg: 9, -2/+1 EN

Boarlet: HP 0/5 | Dmg: 3

Dmg: Miss!

 

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242345	8	9	8	2	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png

 

Edited 15 hours ago by Kisodeth

[Kisodeth 0]

The rhythmic clang of metal on metal filled the air as Kisodeth stepped back into the smithy, her boots scraping against the soot-stained floor. Lyle barely spared her a glance before setting down his hammer, wiping the sweat from his brow with a forearm thick as iron.

Kisodeth pulled the tusks from her inventory with a flick of her fingers, letting them drop onto the counter with a hollow thunk.

“There. Told you I’d handle it.” Her tone was dry, unimpressed.

Lyle gave the pile a scrutinizing look before nodding gruffly. “Good quality. I use these on hilts,” he muttered, plucking one up and turning it over between his calloused fingers. “Any whole ones?”

Kisodeth arched a brow, arms folding over her chest. “What, you running a butcher shop now?”

“Nothing goes to waste,” he grunted, setting the tusk aside. “Unlike some people.”

Kisodeth smirked, sensing an opportunity to steer the conversation. “Speaking of waste…Dorian sent me to collect on a loan.”

Lyle snorted. “I don’t take loans. Especially not from men like Dorian White.” He picked up his hammer again, giving her a pointed look. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, girl.”

She tapped her fingers against the counter, unimpressed. “That so? You sure you’re not just holding out?”

Lyle’s glare sharpened. “Watch yourself.”

Kisodeth just grinned, letting the moment stretch before shrugging. “Fine. If it’s not you, then who?”

The blacksmith exhaled sharply, waving a dismissive hand. “Try Pete Larkin. Spends all his time fishing for river monsters or some such nonsense.”

She hummed, filing the name away.

“Without a real job, the man could probably use the charity.” Lyle scoffed before turning his back on her, already raising his hammer to strike. “Now get out of my shop. I’ve got work to do.”

Kisodeth rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, already making her way toward the door. Another lead, another task.

With any luck, this next one wouldn’t be another wild goose chase.

WC: 328

[Kisodeth 0]

Spoiler

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character	Link	Purpose
242359	3	6	12	5	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	Attempt #5 Part 3 FFL Chest Search
242358	8	9	4	8	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	Attempt #4 Part 3 FFL Chest Search
242357	4	2	9	9	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	Attempt #3 Part 3 FFL Chest Search
242356	7	10	8	3	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	Attempt #2 Part 3 FFL Chest Search
242355	2	5	8	10	Kisodeth	http://www.cydel.net/images/saorpg/diceroll/Msg_hover2.png	Attempt #1 Part 3 FFL Chest Search

ID: 24235 | LD 12+3=15 Success!!

Kisodeth strolled onto the wooden pier, the scent of lake water thick in the evening air. The boards creaked beneath her boots as she approached the rugged old fisherman at the dock’s edge. He was in the middle of tying off his weathered little boat, hauling up an assortment of traps dripping with lake water.

Like the last two men she’d dealt with, Pete sported a long, bushy white beard. Kisodeth narrowed her eyes slightly. “You guys all from the same mold or what?”

Pete didn’t even glance up as he secured the last knot. “Hah! You here for fishin’ lessons, skull-face?”

“Not quite.” Kisodeth folded her arms, shifting her weight as she got to the point. “Dorian sent me. Says you owe him some col.”

At that, Pete threw his head back and barked out a deep, rolling laugh. “Yer tellin’ me that fancy-pants mayor’s sendin’ players to do his dirty work now? That’s rich!” His amusement echoed across the water before he wiped a hand across his face, still grinning.

“Fine, fine. He’ll get his money. Just as soon as ye help me pull it outta the drink!”

He jabbed a finger toward the traps he’d just hauled up. Kisodeth took a step closer, brow furrowing as she caught a glint of metal beneath the tangled mess of nets and weeds.

She exhaled sharply. “Oh, great. What the hell did you drop this time?”

Kisodeth wiped her hands off on her coat, scowling at the absolute mess of junk she’d rummaged through. Twenty minutes. Twenty whole minutes of pulling up rusted scraps, useless junk, and even a soggy old boot for her trouble.

Her patience was wearing thin, but just as she was about to curse her luck, her fingers brushed against something solid…heavy. She dug in deeper, bracing herself as she wrenched the thing free with a grunt.

With a loud, wet thunk, a honking chest landed on the dock beside her, the wooden lid slick with lake grime. Kisodeth planted her hands on her hips, breathing hard before jabbing a finger at it.

“This what you meant, old man?” she deadpanned, not even bothering to open it.

Pete blinked at the chest, then at her, before bursting into another hearty laugh. “Now that is what I call a haul! Good work, skull-face!”
 

WC: 386

Edited 13 hours ago by Kisodeth

[Kisodeth 0]

Spoiler

ID	Battle	Craft	Loot	MOB	Character
242360	6	10	11	9	Kisodeth

L00t: 150 Col, 8 Materials, 1 Perfect Armor/Shield, 2 Rare Consumables 

Kisodeth stood over the weathered wooden chest, hands on her hips, appraising it like a particularly stubborn opponent. She gave it an experimental nudge with the toe of her boot; solid, but nothing a little force wouldn’t fix.

“Go on, it’s yours,” Pete grumbled from behind her, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold with mild amusement.

She didn’t need a second invitation. With a sharp exhale, she reared back and delivered a powerful kick to the chest’s rusted latch. The impact sent a jarring crack through the air as the old wood splintered apart, the force of the blow popping the lid open so violently that it nearly toppled off the dock.

The contents spilled out in a chaotic heap. a glimmering pile of 150 Col, a collection of useful materials, two unidentified rare consumables, and one pristine, unidentified armor piece. Kisodeth crouched, picking up the armor, her fingers brushing over its polished surface. Even without an appraisal, she could tell it was something special.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Now this is more like it.”

Pete gave a hearty chuckle, digging into his coat. “Yeah, yeah, consider it payment for all that hard work pullin’ up junk from the lake. Now then…” he pulled out a sealed letter, the parchment yellowed and wrinkled with damp. Before handing it over, he dragged it across the top of a grimy barrel filled with day-old fish, smearing the scent of stale scales and brine into the paper.

He shoved it into Kisodeth’s hands with an exaggerated grin. “Give that to Dorian. That’ll settle my debts real good. Hell, maybe it’ll remind him not to go lendin’ out money without keepin’ track of it next time.”

Then, as if to emphasize his lack of concern over the mayor’s financial dealings, Pete spat a thick glob of saliva into the lake with a loud, satisfied ptoo!

Kisodeth turned the letter over in her hands, brow quirking at the faint fishy smell now clinging to her fingers. “Charming.”

Still, she had what she came for. The loot was decent, the job done, and all that was left was to hand this little message off to Dorian. Finally, this ridiculous fetch quest was nearing its end.
 

WC: 373

Edited 12 hours ago by Kisodeth

[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth strode back into the mayor’s lavish quarters with her usual confidence, though there was an unmistakable air of exasperation in the way she tossed the fish-stinking letter onto Dorian’s pristine desk.

The mayor recoiled instinctively, his monocle nearly slipping from his eye as he eyed the damp, grimy parchment with pure disgust. “Good heavens, what is that stench?” His fingers hovered over the letter as if it might bite him.

“Your long-lost loan,” Kisodeth replied flatly, arms crossed.

Dorian swallowed hard before gingerly plucking the letter between two fingers, his nose wrinkling as he held it at arm’s length. With obvious reluctance, he cracked the seal and unfolded the parchment, his expression shifting from wary suspicion to mild confusion.

“Well… yes,” he stammered after a long pause, “I suppose that’s a fair trade… Truth be told, I don’t quite recall how much I lent him in the first place.” He gave a nervous chuckle, fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to toss the offending document into the nearest fire.

Kisodeth’s sharp blue eyes flicked to his, unimpressed. “Figures.”

Dorian cleared his throat, quickly setting the letter aside as delicately as one might dispose of spoiled meat. Straightening his vest, he fixed Kisodeth with an airy smile that did nothing to hide the relief in his eyes. “Well, that settles that. Thank you for your… unique assistance in this matter.”

Leaning back in his chair, he steepled his fingers, adopting an expression that suggested he was about to bestow some great honor. “Now, I imagine you’re expecting a reward.”

“That would be the usual way these things go,” she drawled.

Dorian waved a flippant hand. “Ah, but consider this instead…should you ever require anything in this town, do not hesitate to drop my name! A far greater reward than mere coin, wouldn’t you agree?”

Kisodeth’s deadpan stare spoke volumes.

Dorian beamed as if he’d just granted her the greatest of treasures. “Yes, yes, I knew you’d see reason. Good day, then!” He gave a dismissive nod, already busying himself with his next order of affairs.

Kisodeth exhaled through her nose, rubbing her temple. No Col, no loot, just a mayor with no sense of self-awareness and a town full of debtors with better things to do than pay him back.

Still. The experience reward was hefty, and that was enough.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode out, leaving Dorian to figure out how to scrub the fish stink from his office.
 

WC: 416

[Kisodeth 0]

Kisodeth stepped out of the mayor’s office, stretching her arms above her head as she took in the twilight settling over the town. The quest completion notification pinged in her HUD, and she flicked through it with idle curiosity.

“Huh,” she mused, scrolling through the unexpected haul. Between the loot from Pete’s soggy treasure hoard, the experience bump, and a handful of unappraised items, she had come out of this with far more than she’d bargained for. Not bad for what started as an errand run for some incompetent NPCs.

Finding a nearby wooden bench, she dropped onto it with a satisfied sigh, kicking one leg over the other as she mindlessly cycled through her inventory. Her fingers hovered over the unidentified armor she’d have to track down an appraiser for that soon.

That’s when she felt eyes on her.

Subtly glancing up from her menu, Kisodeth caught a trio of players standing a short distance away. They were deep in conversation until one of them, not so subtly nudged the other and motioned in her direction. The second player, a wiry guy with spiky red hair, squinted at her like he was examining a suspicious stain on the floor.

“Hey, is that supposed to be face paint or did she just lose a fight with a fireplace?”

Kisodeth arched a brow. She hadn’t exactly touched up her skeleton warpaint since the start of this slog, and after hours of fighting shrub monsters, baby boars, and hauling lake junk, she was probably looking less like a fearsome reaper and more like a smudged disaster.

The third player, a tall girl with twin daggers on her belt, shot her companion a warning look. “Dude, shut up. She just came out of the mayor’s office. What if she’s, like, an important quest NPC or something?”

Kisodeth blinked.

Red Hair scoffed. “Oh yeah, ‘cause important NPCs totally sit on benches looking like they crawled out of a crypt.”

”I can hear you, you know.” Kisodeth finally spoke, deadpan, her piercing blue gaze fixing on them like they were next on her kill list.

The trio stiffened. A pause.

The second guy a, scrawny archer who had yet to say anything, immediately avoided eye contact and coughed into his fist. The dagger girl winced like she wanted to vanish from the conversation entirely.

Red Hair, however, grinned like he had zero self-preservation instincts. “Oh. Well, uh, in that case—” He gestured vaguely at her disheveled, less-than-pristine paint job. “You, uh, got a little something… everywhere.”

Kisodeth just stared at him, expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she dragged a finger across her cheek, smearing the paint even more.

Red Hair’s grin faltered. ”…You did that on purpose.”

“What gave it away?”

Dagger Girl smacked the back of his head. “Let’s go before you get us murdered.”

As the trio hurried off, muttering amongst themselves, Kisodeth smirked and leaned back against the bench, satisfied. Some players really had no idea what they were dealing with.
 

WC: 502