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As much as Madison loved her little hut on the beach--yeah, there was definitely no going back. It was a ramshackle piece of shit to begin with; driftwood, plants, and sheets of tin bound by thick vines. But without Madison to keep it in good condition, it was battered into a million pieces by...

The swordsman was right. Dead as this whole area was after Titanius's rampage, the three of them didn't know if they were alone in the fortress. It had been four years, after all. Who knows what could've tried to move back in in the meantime. Madison's eyes were adjusting to the darkness...

The gunslinger leaned back in the stagecoach, watching the hustle and bustle pass her by in wisps of cerulean. Not a single goddamn soul cared that the vehicle was careening around the camp; nor did they notice that, had it been a real carriage drawn by real horses and not a free sample of the...

"Well, everyone's gotta' start somewhere." Madison remembered her first weeks she spent fumbling around. Trudging through beginner caves in Eastern Brisshal, trying to get her stupid tarot cards to work properly to fire off something stronger than a wet fart of pure dark magic--not even the...

Ezra's tent looked exactly how Madison figured it would have. The death knight was a capable hunter and fighters, and an aficionado of various implements of smashing, hacking, and cleaving her quarry into a various-sized bits while keeping herself protected from having the same done to her...

"UI-lock @Brutus Dahlgren because it's grisly, not grizzly. You absolute weapon." "I don't know enough about the other two of you, so I'm gonna flip a coin." ... "Kiss @Ilya and marry @Ronja Bubblyfoot it is, I guess."

Madison acknowledged the astute observation from someone who appeared to be a relatively recent log-in. "Could be. I'm not entirely sure how things work sometimes. Hell--I'm not even sure the game itself knows its own rules, either. I've seen players and landers treat their energy bars as...

"Well then--as a party of three practitioners of Illegalmancy, I think we'll be just fine until we get to the fort." Madison knew her fair share of magic that the good people of this world frowned upon--back before the servers shut down, dark magic supplemented her nature magic to induce decay...

"Could you? Please?" Actually, wait--scratch that. Lucia had a better idea. "If Ezra's got a place of her own, I could just leave her a letter." Did she even have any paper or pencils in her inventory? Amazingly, she did. "That way, she can come find you to let me know if-- that is, this...

One ticket for the rabbit, as an apology for 1) shooting her in the boob during their spar, and 2) for not having a bottle of strong bourbon handy (as was her normal method of apologizing). One ticket for the rabbit's bumbling meatsack puppy dog (who absolutely and hilariously whiffed an...

Madison, completely ignorant of the effect that suddenly seeing a woman appear behind you with a black duster flapping threateningly in the wind, a big honkin' rifle strapped to her back, a pair of deadly-looking revolvers hanging at her side, and her face painted in the stark blacks and whites...

"She is?" Holy shit. Madison blinked once. Twice. Her heart racing a thousand miles a minute as a thousand more questions wanted asking. She shook her head softly. An automatic, subconscious response. No, it's been too long. Four years, maybe more. She couldn't have stayed at the camp...

As Regan took to the skies, Madison sunk into the shadows. A puddle of black stuff on nestled snug between the roots of an oak tree at the side of the road; the perfect hiding place. Until a squirrel or fox came around and got curious, of course. She watched from her little spot while the...

(Sorry about the delay!) The gunslinger glanced over her shoulder, lingering on the massive stone gates that loomed over her even at this distance. "I've heard about the tunnels underneath the gates. Haven't heard much, though; other than they can be extremely dangerous. Ruin diving isn't...

Madison tugged on each of these little conversation threads in turn, with no description or introspection to break them up into easily-read bits. "Well, it's all a part of the escapism, isn't it? A lot of people think, well I gave myself the gifts; why not flaunt them? It ain't for me; but...

Hmmm. Well, that was her secret, wasn't it? "Oh, I didn't wear leaves or anything goofy like that. It was more... Witchy than anything? Lots of skirts and stockings, dresses, shawls... Tastefully crumpled, mind you. I had a camp carved out between the bogs and the shoreline in Dunnstads...

As the lone gunslinger strolled along the path carving its way through High March, pulling the collar of her duster up to keep the winds from lashing at her cheeks, Madison Freebird started remembering shit. Boy, she did not want to remember any of it. It was near here, wasn't it? Where she...

160 Red Fever (7) Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle) -15 HP from the swarm -30 map damage +60 to roll from @Trissayne Lavelle buff in C8 Not for the first time; but for the first time in a long time, Madison heard the voices. "Very tricky, little raven. Very tricky...

"Yeah," Madison said, running a hand through her messy locks of hair. "I haven't had the time to learn all about it, but some real weird and awful shit's happened since access to the game got shut off four years ago. Maybe this Bloodstar impact I've heard about messed with the magic of the...

160 Red Fever (6) Red Fever effects temporarily nullified -35 HP from retaliation, targeting legs; vulnerable status, but protected by @Magdalyn By the time Madison pulled herself up to her feet and dusted the dirt and grime off her vest and pants, all she saw before her was a chore. Left...