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160 Normal ???? - A stranger's Blessing Figures rush past her, nearly knocking her off her feet at the speed of their retreat. It is but a second, a second provided by the most minimal of distractions, in which Tick Tock dispels the Storyteller's crafted melodies and her power surges forth. The...

160 Normal Objective: Saving Tick Tock "Glad to see no harm has befallen you, where have you been?" Though far from a dignified position, Rael still returned @Valmont's salute, with the addition of a wave performed on @Asher's behalf, who was currently holding her up. It suddenly occurred to...

160 Normal Objective: Saving Tick Tock Agonizing. Emotions not her own flare within her chest, elevated to highs unknown by virtue of abilities of her own choosing, and she can do nothing but watch as the onslaught unfolds. Their pain, their fear, erupts like wildfire. Stunned, she is but a...

Well, Miss Ayna, you said you have allies of your own so I trust you to find them first and ensure they are well and safe. Share it with them, if you trust they will help. My list is short: @Hanno Futaba is a small, blue-haired faerin walking around in armor, and @Ash Vargold is... Pretty...

Music. The answer is music. Anyone slightly proficient with it should help, and I say this as one of the people who quelled Eve's song with others who shared in the melody. Music seems to have a calming effect, and at its strongest, to completely subdue them. Eve's Song controlled the Magia...

(It would seem the issue of relaying the information does not faze her, even as she turns to each of you in turn.) (To Mizuki): You are fast, and know how to be impactful. (To Imoogi): You are efficient and your creations are intricate, complex. Asher is likable, he knows how to make people...

(Rael would rub her temples at the questions and hopelessness of the conversation, but Asher's voice would quickly return a semblance of tranquility to her features, thankful for the presence of a trusted ally.) I understand your concerns and do not disregard them. It would be foolish of me to...

I am not asking you to stop fighting. It takes a novice to raise a sword, but it takes an expert swordsman to know just where to strike to disable their enemy without killing them, yes? (Rael, having expected the sour turn of the conversation from those who'd hear her message, barely seemed to...

Alright, then answer me this. You kill all the Magia, you kill Szofrit. Congratulations - you won! What do you do about the weapon she deploys that only she knows the nature of, and how to operate it? What do you do when it is no longer the Magia attacking you, but the sickness that has...

I... I hadn't expected anyone to hear me, it seems my energy was consumed rather quickly. (She smiles kindly.) No, of course not... But tell me this: How many of those Magia we are killing, are players? Which of them are AI-generated by the game, do you know? ...Have you ever heard of...

150 Normal ??????? - A stranger's blessing Location: Convoy Raider - Sniper Line Is it foolish to hope for a better ending? Is it foolish to reach for a hand when it's extended, uncaring for whom may be on the other end of that impossible promise? Or worse yet, to bow one's head in...

150 Normal Location: Convoy Raider "It seems... Time didn't stop moving while we were away, we need to make ourselves useful." Rael parted from her beastfolk companion's side without so much as a gesture of farewell. She moved a couple of steps further ahead, her shoulders slightly hunched as...

. 150 Normal "Valmont, did you..?" A stupid question, in hindsight. Rael knew the answer well before she spoke it, as all of the group's combined efforts had led them to find the exact same person. Magia, no matter if they were a friend or part of the enemy lines, were being detained...

. 150 Normal With their task assigned, Rael tore pages out of her grimoire, the script contained within each page holding a spark of magical intent that transformed the words written therein into tangible beings with a given purpose. At their core, were the stories that had given them life...

. As the pair drew closer to Camp Hope, the sight that greeted their eyes was one of despair, for plumes of smoke and flame could be seen billowing up into the sky, an ominous sign confirming the words of Hanno's message. Her UI, as if sensing the impending danger, had begun to fail her not a...

. Names didn't rise to her tongue, the blonde woman whom she appeared on top of a figure she ought to know by now, but one that she couldn't help but fail to match a name or title to. Luckily, the elf didn't have to struggle much to recall information that she didn't possess, a third person...

. The evening crashed around her, celebration and drink poured one after the other, joy and merriment a novelty to one who had not witnessed it in its full splendor since her late arrival to the game. A blur of faces bumped against her every now and then, some bolder than others managed to...

. The elf had leaned back into her seat, allowing for the more enthusiastic amongst her peers to join in on the chorus of voices to echo Childress and Zeus' chants. Exhaustion still weighed down on her shoulders after the snowball fight's exertions, the true culprit behind her rather delayed...

. Rael hadn't forgotten the invitation to Luthien's latest culinary Endeavor at the Embertorch, of course not. She wasn't a forgetful creature by any means. What, then, was the purpose of her fashionably late arrival? The desire for a grand entrance? No. Such things were best saved for...

. 140 Rael lowered herself upon the elevated ground and sat with her legs hovering over the descent, swaying back and forth as she awaited word of confirmation from Zelrius' safe passage to arrive. Flames rose in the distance, and though nothing was ever spoken, she cheered for him by...