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[geekcavepodcast]

Marvel 1943: Rise of Hydra Story Trailer

Skydance Media and Marvel Games' Marvel 1943: Rise of Hydra is a narrative-driven action-adventure game. The original story takes place in World War II where "four heroes must overcome their differences and form an uneasy alliance to confront their common enemy." (Marvel Entertainment) Players will take control of these heroes - Steve Rogers/ Captain America, Azzuri / Black Panther, Gabriel Jones, and Nanali - at different points in the game.

The voice cast for Marvel 1943: Rise of Hydra includes Khary Payton (Azzuri / Black Panther), Drew Moerlein (Steve Rogers / Captain America), Megalyn Echikunwoke (Nanali - a spy from Wakanda), Marque Richardson (Gabriel Jones - member of Howling Commandoes), Lyne Renée (Julie - member of French Resistance), Joel Johnstone (Howard Stark). Music for the game is by Stephen Barton.

The trailer was revealed during Epic Games' State of Unreal 2024. The game is currently scheduled to release in 2025.

[talesoftheraysen]

[fisherrprince]

He misses his pa, my heart 🥺 Could you tell us more about him and his relationship with Ari?

Sure! I love to learn about my ocs as I talk about them. Ch’ajye Nunh was Ari’s biological dad and all around very lovely guy to be around. he was the one who decided to take a group of other miqote out to claim their own territory away from the (very large! And therefore a bit overwhelming, people weren’t getting the attention they needed) preexisting tribes. But, since Thanalan isn’t that big and hunting grounds and trade contacts are pretty established, it was kinda meager living from the outset. Ajye was, despite being kind, not a strong leader at all. And that kinda messed a lot of things up. 

All said Ch’ari only remembers his dad from like, ages 3-9, through a haze of nostalgia and memory. He remembers warm and soft and being carried. He remembers him as someone he liked being around and who liked him back, who let him do things his mom wouldn’t let him do, and gave him attention and treats and love. In reality, Ajye was doing all that, but at the expense of setting the kid up with healthy boundaries and good socialization — he kinda really spoiled him. No repercussions when he broke things or angered his sisters, any request he wanted, Ari could do no wrong to him. and his mom was a very… doesn’t believe in nurture theory sort of person, so she didn’t think her actions or nonactions had any effect on her kitten’s personality. And then when the tribe gained a new Nunh who hated Ari’s guts, that spoiled attitude turned into a nasty mix of resentment and hatred and acting out. So, Ajye was both the reason Ari really remembered and craved what love and compassion felt like as a sad sopping wet teenager, and half the reason he was such an unlikable brat. Maybe if Ch’ajye hadn’t been usurped he would have come around to teaching him better, but there were a lot more things going against the longevity of the tribe than just magnicide.

[tales-of-asteria-rips]

[ladies-of-fiction]

Ladies of Tales of Destiny 1&2

Rutee Katrea, Lilith Aileron

Mary Argent, Chelsea Torn, Philia Felice

Reala, Harold Berselius, Nanaly Fletcher

[kresnikcest]

Nanaly in Tales of Asteria (credit+dl)

[starrystep]

#558 - Nanaly Fletcher from Tales of Tales of Destiny 2

[dandelion-blues]

Inspired by @nanali

This is Percy Jackson’s Miraculous!

Just finished the shading 😆

This connects to my What...if? Percy Jackson and Adrien Agreste were related.

Percy's kwami's name is Veejo, inspired by Vejovis, the Roman god of healing. The kwami is also a Caladrius bird, a mythological Roman bird associated with healing.

I'm really excited about this concept!

[starlanguage]

General conversation

Yes / No - Va / Lie

Hello - Totova

Welcome - Kinokora

Goodbye/good night ( star goes back to the sky) - Fakotova talie

Excuse me/help me - Hasek O

No problem - Fa nanalie

Please - Kova

Thanks ( you helped good) - Fafenya hasek Ko

Relationships

Parent - Sunson (Wala/Lala)

Sibling - Suntali

Child - Sunova

Friend - Sunkora

Enemy - Korafe

Double update! :>

[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Adored One (1)

Summary: Nereyda is a member of the doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

Pairing: T'Challa x Neyreyda (OC) Word Count: 3,500 words Warnings: Smut, biting, praise kink A/N: Originally written in 2018.

She watched from the window as the ship landed and the prince exited to be greeted by the Queen Mother and Princess Shuri. Accompanying him was General Okoye and-- no it couldn't be.

Nereyda pressed her face closer to the glass, as if her eyes would suddenly clear and the person next to the prince wouldn't be her biggest nightmare. Nakia was back. The hot, stinging tears formed but didn't fall. In her line of work it didn't make sense to form attachments to the men that served as clients. But T'Challa was different; he didn't see her as a whore like the rest of Wakanda.

Started as an ancient tribal tradition, the Dora Milaje were assembled as potential queens for an unmarried king. As the years went on, the purpose of the Dora changed from potential brides to protectors to the king. The training became more than the physical and sexual duties to the king and more emphasis was put on the physical and rigorous training needed to serve as the king's protectors and fiercest warriors. Despite the practice being outdated--a king had not picked from the Dora Milaje a queen in centuries--there was a faction that still saw the need for this specialized version of the Dora. Orphan girls with no relatives willing to take them in rarely had more than two options: serve and train to be Dora Milaje or serve and train to be dora, or the Adored Ones as they called themselves to distinguish.

The dora training house was on the edge of the Golden City, and girls studied under the tutelage of Mother Folami, a former dora herself who had serviced King Chanda after the death of Queen Nanali. She, and other former dora, taught sexual practices but also current events around the world, etiquette, and defense of themselves and others. They served as companions and, if picked by a member of the royal family, lived a life of luxury. Unfortunately, not every girl in the house got to serve a member of the royal family and despite Mother Folami's efforts, some girls used her teachings to snare other men, whether those in positions of power or those with just enough money to afford a night with them. The dora fell in status and the reputations of the women were ruined.

Nereyda was shopping in the market when T'Challa spotted her. He had no idea who she was when he first approached her, but she knew him and did her best to avoid him. She wasn't interested in the notoriety that came with having the prince become her client. Nereyda wanted to escape the dora house eventually and live a quieter life away from the stigma and be able to pursue her own interests, get married if she wanted, and even have children. She wasn't like the other girls who enjoyed the life of a dora; she enjoyed sex, but she wasn't resigned to a life of being a kept side piece forever.

But T'Challa pursued her, sending gifts and flowers to the house, insisting she go out with him just once. Nereyda arrived to the castle to a candle light dinner and a six course meal in the palace gardens and the prince looking like a dream come true. They spent the next two years together, and Nereyda moved into a room in the castle to be at T'Challa's beck and call when he returned from missions and diplomatic trips. Sometimes they went on holiday together, warm sand beaches and private villas in parts of the world Nereyda had only dreamed of. Dinners in the finest of restaurants and making love whenever he wanted on sheets that boasted innumerable thread counts; her life with T'Challa caused warm, fuzzy feelings to grow despite the mantras in the morning.

But now it was over. King T'Chaka had passed to the Ancestral Plane and T'Challa would need a queen. It was clear that he'd chosen his old flame, Nakia. Her reappearance was the only sign Nereyda needed that her time was up. She would've only come home at T'Challa's request. His eyes traced over Nakia's form as she walked away and Nereyda had enough. Turning away from the window she began to gather her things in the single bag she'd brought with her. She didn't want the luxury items he'd gifted in their time together. Shame was imbedded in them, poor substitutes for a heart that would never be traded for her own.

The door swung open and the tall lithe body she knew better than her own filled the doorway. Eyes zeroed in on her and flitted to the bag in her hands.

"Going somewhere?" His deep voice rumbled in her chest and doubled the beating of her heart.

She straightened her back and squared her shoulders before turning to him fully. "Your highness," she started.

"Ah. Stop that," he waved her off before stepping closer to her. "You know me better than anyone. We've long passed the need for formalities."

Hearing the implications in his tone, Nereyda took a step back to center herself. "Still. I think it best if--"

"Where are you going?" He cut her off again and she huffed out a breath.

"I have decided to end our arrangement," she said as calmly as possible.

A mask slid over his face. "Is that so?" She nodded warily. "And what makes you think that I want to end our...arrangement?" Nereyda didn't have an answer that didn't involve Nakia so she just stayed silent.

"Eh? Bast got your tongue? Tell me: are you happy? Do I not treat you well?" His arms snaked around her waist, her soft curves molding to the hard planes encased in the Black Panther suit. She avoided eye contact even as she melted into him. Her body acted of its own accord around T'Challa, separate from what her brain constantly screamed at it.

"Do I not please you?" He leaned in to brush his lips against her pout. "Should I remind you of how I make you scream?" He didn't wait for her reply, instead opting to press his lips against her full lips, biting at the bottom one before licking back into her mouth. One hand dug into her curls angling her head up as he ravished her mouth and Nereyda pressed even closer to him as she wound her arms around his neck. She felt the hard line of his erection--not even the vibranium suit could contain him--and she moaned because she knew what he felt like inside her, filling her so good, sometimes she couldn't even breathe. She wanted that now, to feel in that moment that he was hers.

"Kumkani," she pulled away to breathe but T'Challa pressed kisses to her neck, down to the space between her breasts, before pulling a nipple in his mouth through her bandeau. Nereyda shuddered in pleasure; she was wet the moment he entered the room but to have his mouth on her but no skin to skin contact was driving her insane. Just as she was ready to take her clothes off or sink to her knees or something, a noise rang out in the room. Pulling his lips away from her body, T'Challa checked his kimoyo beads. Nereyda felt disappointment, not in him but in herself. The minute he'd walked into the room, her resolved crumbled bit by bit until she was ready to slide back into her role.

"I have to get ready for the ceremony." He gripped her chin forcing her to meet his eyes. "You will be there. We'll celebrate later, just us." He pressed another kiss before turning towards the door. T'Challa looked over his shoulder; Nereyda could only imagine how she looked, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust. He muttered a low curse before wrenching the door open and exiting just as quickly as he came in.

Nereyda closed her eyes and let out a breath. She had her orders. 

The black sky was her only solace that night, a smattering of stars and the moon in the sky her only comfort. Nereyda leaned against the balcony off of T'Challa's room, nursing a glass of an amber liquor, drowning herself. In the midst of the festivities and chaos, he'd asked her to meet him in his room. His eyes were heated, remembering their encounter earlier, and wanting to finish where they left off.

The ceremony had cooled her ardor; while the Dora were expected to attend, they stood up higher in falls, on the outer edge of the rest of the country. Standing with her dora sisters, whispers and snarky comments filled the air around Nereyda but she kept her head forward and her chin high. Everyone knew what Nakia's return meant for her status. Nereyda knew. Rather than wait for her dismissal, however, she wanted to exit with grace. There was no need to give the country more reasons to be hateful towards her.

Back on the balcony, she pressed the glass to her forehead to calm her mind. It was whirring with the need to make future plans, to figure out what she would do next. Luckily, T'Challa was a generous lover and Nereyda had saved enough money to "retire" the dora lifestyle and live modestly. Unfortunately, she doubted any man would want a relationship with her; she was an open secret to Wakanda, the prince's Adored One. What man wanted to compete with the memory of the Black Panther? She supposed she could adopt, try to save orphaned girls from making lifelong decision at a young age. There was no regret in Nereyda's heart, though; being dora was hard but it brought her to T'Challa. She would endure more time as a dora if she got to spend more time with the love of her life. The tears from earlier reappeared and rolled down her cheeks, while the noise of celebration came from the city market. There was no need to keep fooling herself. After tonight, she would make plans to separate herself from T'Challa. It would be like ripping off a limb for her but she knew better than to make him choose between his duty to his country and her.

The bedroom door opened and her heart skipped. Finishing off the drink and resting the glass on the floor, she turned around to greet T'Challa only to find the Queen Mother standing in the doorway to the balcony. Nereyda immediately sank into a curtsey, palms up, head lowered.

"Queen Mother." There was nothing else to say as Ramonda eyed her in her slip dress. The Queen Mother knew what she was doing in her son's room and Nereyda couldn't hide it.

"You know King T'Chaka had a dora as well," Ramonda said nonchalantly. "Before me of course, after his first wife, T'Challa's mother went on to the Ancestral Plane. She knew her place though, something that you so clearly failed to learn," she continued. Nereyda's heart sank; this was the most Ramonda had spoken to her in two years and this is what she wanted to lead with?

"With all due respect Queen Mother--" she started.

"I think we both know your time is up here. I can see by the tears on your face you know that your place can no longer be at T'Challa's side." Nereyda hastily wiped at the tears she'd forgotten about. "He needs to find his queen, someone who the people respect and admire, not...you." Ramonda looked her up and down and Nereyda felt small in her eyes. She'd never felt so much that she was a whore until today. She'd never been reminded so much until today.

She squared her shoulders; she'd also never let anyone shame her as a dora and she wouldn't start now. "You're right. I do know that I am not fit in your eyes to be queen and I'm well aware of what most of the country thinks of me. I love your son." She paused at the pain of saying it aloud. "But I would never believe that he could love me and I would never force him to choose between myself and his duty. There's no need to worry," she walked past Ramonda to pour another drink. "I'll be gone by the morning." She busied herself with making two drinks while the Queen Mother's eyes remained on her back. When she was finished, she turned to her and extended a drink towards her. Ramonda took it and took a sip. They continued to drink in silence, standing across from each other and Nereyda wanted so badly for T'Challa to hurry up.

"It's nothing against you personally," Ramonda broke the silence. "It's just--"

"No one wants a whore as queen," she shrugged. She'd heard enough from the Queen Mother. Setting the glass down gently, she walked to the door. Before she could reach for it, she felt herself faltering. Nereyda wanted nothing more than to start the month over, when King T'Chaka was still alive and she was waking up in T'Challa's arms around her. But that was the past and it was time to think about her future. She opened the door and left.

Later, she lay in bed, her mind still whirling from what the day had turned into. A soft knock came on the door and Nereyda wondered who that could be. When she opened the door, she was shocked to see T'Challa. Under normal circumstances, he would've just walked in.

He was dressed in a camouflage multicolored dinner jacket, a black button down, and black pants from the after ceremony festivities, which were still going on despite the absence of the guest of honor.

Their eyes met and the sadness she felt inside was reflected in his eyes. Nereyda figured Ramonda had been waiting for him when he arrived to his room. He stepped into the room and she allowed him and shut the door. "I'm not sure what you were told but the council doesn't get to make decisions on my personal life." T'Challa's eyes pierced into her and she smiled sadly.

"No but they can make things very difficult for you. I don't want you to have to choose between me and your duty to Wakanda."

"I am the king. No one can make me choose," he insisted, stepping towards her. She maintained the space between them, holding out a hand to stop his advance. "Why are you running, Nereyda?" She faltered and he used her hesitation to cross the room and grab her into his arms.

"T'Challa," and he shushed her, kissing her once, twice, three times, until she was melting into him again.

"You're mine," he growled against her neck and Nereyda shivered at the truth of the statement. "I don't care who likes it, what I have to do, you belong to me. No one else can have you." He pulled the thin straps of her slip and Nereyda allowed it to pool at her feet. She sighed as he caresses her collarbones, long fingers winding around her neck to tilt her head back and finally kiss her lips, T'Challa's tongue and teeth working to demand Nereyda's subservience.

Her hands went to push the jacket off, onto the floor and begin working on the buttons to his shirt. She traced his abs, leaving feather touches at the defined 'V' leading to his manhood. He walked her backwards towards the bed and pushed her down on it to lay back. Her hands caressed her breasts before trailing to her clit.

"Fuck," he groans before working methodically to undress, first pulling his shirt the rest of the way off, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his pants. He went commando underneath and Nereyda rubbed her clit faster at the sight of him, long, thick, hard. The pulsing vein underneath called to her and she wanted to lick it the way he liked. But she wanted him inside her more.

"Kumkani, please. I want you to fuck me." He could resist it when she begged. He crawled over her, their bodies lining up, his dick pressed against her thigh. Nereyda hitched a leg on his hip opening herself up to him as they kissed.

T'Challa pressed two fingers into her and she gasped at the intrusion. "You drive me crazy. I want to take my time with you but Bast," he trailed off as his fingers pumped into her, her hips lifting to ride them. Her bottom lip was between her teeth; for all his bluster, this could very well be the last time for them.

"It's okay," she ran her fingers through his curls. "I'm ready." He removed his fingers to coat his dick in her slick before pressing the head into her. The sting of it hurt but she wrapped both legs around his waist to bring him closer. She wanted all of him and the burn would ensure she would remember how he felt the next morning. He groaned into her neck when he was finally all in. Nereyda couldn't hold it, she was cumming around him and she felt so full of him. "Ah fuck," she cried out. "T'Challa, shit."

He latched onto a nipple--he knew she was overly sensitive there--his teeth working with his tongue as he pulled out until just the head was in before firmly thrusting back in. "Ooh, just like that. Please. You're fucking me so good Kumkani," she moaned. She could hear how wet she was, the sounds their bodies were making.

T'Challa growled at her words, thrusting in and out harder and harder until she couldn't control the sounds coming out of her mouth. "Gonna make you ache," he whispered against her mouth. "You won't go anywhere without feeling this cock." Nereyda's eyes rolled back and she came again, getting impossibly more slick. He pulled out and she moaned at the loss before he flipped her onto her stomach. She lifted her hips in the air and arched her back the way she knew he liked. He groaned at the sight before pushing back in all at once. She yelped at the sudden intrusion but that didn't stop him. "Look at you like this. So hot and tight. I lose my mind when I'm inside you." She couldn't believe he wanted to have a conversation when she could barely string two words together. "You should see how good you look. I'll never get enough of you like this, waiting for me to come. Where do you want it, hmm? Want me to come inside you?"

Nereyda sobbed as she came again at that and he cursed when she clenched around him. He was still going though, wrapping a hand around the front of her throat but she was too sensitive and pressed a hand against his thigh. He flung her hand away, pressing her deeper into the mattress and thrusting his hips faster.

"No more running," he panted out. "You're mine. This is where you belong, with me, taking this cock so well. You're most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Come for me, usana. Let me see you." Nereyda felt her next orgasm in her fingertips, in the palms of her hands but she couldn't reach the edge.

"Kumkani," she cried out, "I can't!"

"You can," he pressed into her more, fingers tightening on her throat and reaching a hand to run circles on her clit. "You will come for your king."

She followed his command, screaming as he pushed her over the edge, she was sure the rest of the palace could hear her. It took her a while to return to herself. She could hear him above her, panting and groaning out, before shuddering and sinking his teeth into her shoulder. The pain was good; Nereyda loved the satisfaction of his pleasure and knowing she was the one to bring about his completion.

She slumped on the bed, T'Challa pressed to her back, still inside her, trying to catch his bearings. After a few moments, he pulled out of her, both of them moaning from the separation. He rose from the bed and Nereyda must have dozed off because she felt a cool rag between her legs, him cleaning her off their combined messes.

He lifted her as he pulled the top cover off the bed before tucking her under the sheets. After disposing of the rag, he joined her in bed, wrapping strong arms around her. Nereyda was pressed to his chest his strong heartbeat in her ears, his nose nestled into her curls.

"I meant it, sithandwa sam," he stroked her back absentmindedly. "You're mine. It's no ones business. They can't make me choose."

Nereyda nodded and felt his lips press to her crown. But pressed into her back was his ring, his birthright, passed down through generations of the Panther tribe, and she knew that eventually, T'Challa would have to make a choice.

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[berylliumcoffee]

Tales of Luminaria - Federation Legacy Outfits

Costumes from left to right:

Leo - Asbel

Celia - Nanaly

Michelle - Mint

Lisette - Ines

Lucien - Jade

Maxime - Karol

Vanessa - Sheena

Yelsy - QQ

Felt like drawing them in legacy outfits. I got some ideas for Empire & Adventurers group, so I’ll draw those at a later time 😊

[talesoftheraysen]

[fisherrprince]

I have to ask: When Ch'ari first set foot in Ul'dah as a beginner Thaumaturge (I know he/you is a Black Mage main, so I am guessing he started as a thaumaturge) did he ever expect to be surrounded by such companions as he now has? What was his expectations towards his adventuring life, and how does he feel that it might all have been utterly shattered (in hopefully the best ways possible)?

ch’ari did have companions before the scions. when he left (read: was kicked out of) his tribe he wandered for a little bit before luckily being picked up by some bandits, who saw a wandering cat with burgeoning magic abilities (he quite enjoyed setting things on fire and was good at hunting) and decided to keep him instead of kill him or leave him alone to wander.

it didn’t last very long, half a year at most. It ended very, very badly, and Bito (roe woman still probably mad out there somewhere) and he traded the nastiest scars they had at the time. So when he finally recovered enough to indulge his wanderlust and go back out into the world, he was pretty sure he would be adventuring alone! He thought he’d just be doing odd jobs in Vylbrand, travel, become useful. He didn’t trust the scions at first. He didn’t trust the thaumaturges, he took their knowledge and ran. He liked pretty much only Tataru, because she was silly, she reminded him of Nanali, and she was harmless.

he didn’t expect to like any of them so much he’d die for them, that’s for sure! He’s much happier now than he ever expected he’d be. More than anything, he’s just grateful.

[xyl-chan]

[One Piece] Immersive Grand Line RPG

BY: Li Li Zhen

2. Visit Goya

"Nunali is going to collect herbs?"

    Mary put her hands on her hips. "Although there are no large beasts on the road, you are so weak, can you really do it?"

    I nodded and continued the topic with this cheerful sister. "If it's fishing, wouldn't it be better to improve the fishing net?"

    Recalling what I saw in the book before, different types of fishing nets can be corresponding to different types of fishing, from coarse cloth to nylon, and the raw materials are also changing.

    Strong mackerel need coarse nets, and places with rich resources along the coast use fish cages.

    I said everything I still remembered and nodded in the end. "I rarely do it myself... But if it's written in the book, it should be useful, right?"

    Mary wrote it down brightly and smiled at me embarrassedly. "Few people in our village read books. Although everyone knows a lot of things, you say that, it feels like a lot can be used!"

    "No, it's good to be able to help you." I shook the book in my hand. "Besides, didn't Sister Mary also give me a herbal book?"

    I stroked the rolled pages of the book, and a new page lit up on the panel that only I could see.

    [You have collected: Herbal Medicine Encyclopedia]

    I smiled and said goodbye to the enthusiastic woman, "Then I will set off."

    I walked and stopped along the way, picking according to the illustrations, and I was relieved when I saw the number finally jump from 0 to 99. I

    returned along the same route and found the village chief to hand over the task.

    "Oh! Thank you so much!" The village chief took out an old and yellowed book from the house, "This was given to us by the medicine woman in the neighboring village, but unfortunately, there is no one in our village who can inherit it."

    "I think you seem to be particularly talented in this area, so I will give this book to you. The medicine woman will definitely be very happy to know this!"

    [Task·Village Chief's Request: Completed]

    [Reward has been issued, please check]

    [You have obtained: Occupation Book·

    Traveling Doctor Manual] Doctors who do not have a fixed clinic are called traveling doctors.

    "Sayoko, are there any restrictions on career choices in the Novice Village?"

    She shook her head, "Your future is free."

    In other words, can I choose to become a doctor, or can I get other career books through other tasks later?

    I thought about it and added the attribute points I got to my physical strength. The number 15 jumped and became 25, but the comment was still weak.

    The healer in the next village, the village chief said so.

    But there was only one village on the island, so where exactly was the

    next door to the healer? I looked at the sea, which should be my next destination.

    "Has Mary lived here for a long time?"

    I asked during dinner.

    "We just moved here eight years ago." Mary brought the food with her hands and feet. "The sea was too chaotic in those years, so we just went to the East China Sea. After all, it's safer here. Damn Roger."

    I nodded calmly, "Yes, it was really bad at that time."

    "Where's Nanali? Why did you go out to sea alone?"

    She looked at me worriedly and held my hand. "You are still a child. Will your family be willing to let you go?"

    I took off my gloves and put them aside for convenience. I lowered my eyes. "My brother has been out for a long time and there is no news, so I want to go out to find him."

    "Dad has many wives, but my brother's and my mother have been gone for many years, so my brother and I have always depended on each other."

    "Although it's reckless...but in order to find my only relative, I have to do this."

    Mary stopped talking and looked at me distressed.

    "It doesn't matter, you will definitely find him!"

    Perhaps she knew that such comfort was too pale, so she quickly thought of a way.

    "In that case, how about going to the next door?"

    "Next door?"

    She nodded. "It's Goya of the World Alliance. Our place is too small and too remote, but the Alliance is different. There is more news there. Maybe you can find what you want!"

    [Mission·Visit Goya]

    Mission description: What will the new country look like? Can you get the answer you want in the new land? The world is not in books and maps, but outside!

    Mission requirements: Complete the first sea

    mission Reward: Achievement x200, attribute points x20

    "But the ocean currents are not right recently... So wait until the sea calms down, you and I will go together! Didn't the village chief give you all the books of the doctor? It just so happens that her house is near the port where we are going to land."

    I looked at the newly emerged mission and thanked her sincerely, "Thank you! Mary!"

    "Why do you say that?"

    Sakiko asked.

    "Oh, you heard it." I walked on the path, the salty and wet sea breeze blew on my face, and I gathered my messy hair to the side.

    "I don't know... I just said it casually, but I really want to have a brother.

    " I combed my curly hair slowly with my fingers, "Let's find some shops here. I'm curious about what shopping here is like."

    "Welcome! Miss, what can I do for you?"

    I looked at the run-down shop, carefully avoiding the hanging spiders.

    There's no need to make it so real!

    I quickly took a look at the goods. Maybe because it's too remote, there's not much to buy here. I'd better wait until I go to Goya to see it.

    Just as I was about to leave, a silver light suddenly flashed in the corner. I stopped and carefully picked out the things.

    [R·Pencil Knife]

    Item Description: Memories are like this, just like sharpening a pencil with a knife, making your mind sharp, sensitive and emotional, but also accompanied by pain*. This knife is made in this way. It is extremely sharp and brings pain.

    Price: 2000 Baileys

    I don't have a weapon yet.

    "Once sold, no refunds or exchanges are allowed~" The merchant took the money with a smile. With the sound of gold coins clattering, I walked out of the door with a silver-white knife in my hand.

    This knife was like a switch. After I went back, I thought about it and clicked on [Professional Book: Traveling Doctor]

    "Are you going to become a doctor?" Sakiko's voice sounded in my mind.

    "I just want to read it. Since I'm going to a new place, I have to be fully prepared." I said, "The first thing to do is to improve my poor physical strength."

    Attributes can be improved through exercise.

    So saying, the next day I tied up my long hair and started running around the island.

    The fatigue was real, the sweat was real, and even my calves were particularly sore after exercise.

    Time passed like this. I could only walk a short distance at the beginning, but later I could run a whole lap continuously.

    My physical strength increased from 25 to 135, and the comment became a barely teenager level.

    The progress is remarkable and congratulations.

    It was also at this time that Mary said that we could go out to sea.

    I didn't have anything to bring, so I got on the boat with ease. When we set off, the village chief hurried over.

    "Here!"

    He handed me a letter, "Remember to take this letter to the windmill village."

    "Be careful on the way!"

    [CG·Farewell to Kakarit Village: Included]

    I nodded and stretched out my hand to say goodbye to the people on the shore.

    "Take care, everyone!"

    The ship sailed for three days and successfully arrived at the dock.

    "Then I will go to find the trader." Mary said goodbye to me, "Come on! Nanali!"

    "Yes!"

    [Quest·Visiting Goya: Completed]

    I put all my energy into physical strength without changing my expression.

    [Physical strength: 135→155]

    [Achievement: 100→300]

    As soon as I set foot on the land, I understood the origin of the name of this village.

    Large windmills were lined up one after another, and the blades were turning slowly, making the onlookers slow down their pace.

    "How cute." I sighed, "It feels like a Don Quixote with a sword will jump out in the next second."

    The ridiculous Don Quixote mistook the windmills for giants and raised his long sword to fight them to the death.

    "Do you like him very much?"

    "Rather than liking him... it's more of an admiration." I knocked on the door of the village chief's house and handed the letter in my hand to the person who opened the door.

    ——The god of death should be said to have boundless power, but he can't boast of having achieved complete victory.

    The squire who was trapped in fantasy was crazy, but his spirit was noble and pure.

    "Anyway, the real world is bad enough, so you should read more books."

    I finally concluded like this.

    "So that's the case, then you can stay here with us!" The village chief of Windmill Village had a white beard and looked fierce, but he was particularly easy to talk to.

    "The old guy said you were reading the doctor's book. She lives here. If you have time, go visit her."

    I nodded obediently.

    The next day, I got up early, changed into light clothes and went out.

    Windmill Village is a peaceful medium-sized village, and strictly speaking, it does not belong to Goya's jurisdiction.

    This village is the hometown of Monkey D. Garp, a vice admiral of the navy, known as the Iron Fist, and Windmill Village has become independent.

    Between the Kingdom of Goya and Windmill Village, there is a mountain range.

    Mount Korpo is exactly the training place I was looking for.

    "Miss Nunnally, is this too dangerous?"

    Sakiko asked worriedly, and the knife danced in my hand. "It's okay, isn't this the fun of the game?"

    It's exciting to run across the map.

    I tied the knife to my forearm, "If you want to touch the world, you shouldn't be afraid of pain."

    "Otherwise, that's too lame."

    The path in the mountains is particularly smooth. I wiped the sweat from my head, and the body of the mountain rabbit I just fought fell to the ground.

    It's really an incredible world, fish can be bigger than mountains, and rabbits can be as tall as children.

    The wounds on my body still stung, and I leaned against a tree to relieve my rapid breathing.

    "Sayoko, how long did it take in total?"

    "Yes, the wound on the left arm healed in 30 seconds, and the wound on the right face took 45 seconds."

    I looked at my left arm, which was as smooth as new. "The speed of recovery is related to the size of the injury."

    [Instant Challenge: Little Wild Rabbit: Completed]

    [Physical Strength: 155→160]

    [Force: 5→10]

    It's really humorous to call such a big rabbit a little wild rabbit.

    I calmed down for a while and shouted to the top of my head: "Friends up there, have you seen enough?"

    "Would you like to come down to eat together?"

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nanaly's rekkasen feels kinda necessary for her to chain in burn shoot. i really wish rays was not so heavily reliant on rng sometimes :x

almost all of the combo videos i have left are reliant on getting ailment procs for extra stun periods for chaining normal attacks and/or spells. licherally nightmare version for nanaly cuz i can do both

[dexare]

[VINCENT ARK: NONCON] [CONCEPTUAL]

United to challenge fate.

[ABERRATION'S ] [CANON]

"SECTOR HAS BEEN DESIGNATED LOST LEAVE THE AREA..![^#%!&#%!^$*%%!$]...."

"H-Commander Ay's the sector has been lost...

AY-Terminate all Aberrations, I will send the orders to the Fores* administration all Aberration comming from Sector 2985 are to be considered unfriendly.

H-Sir, I don't think you need to bother with that. The sector is collapsing... The Aberrations won't open anymore..."

In memory of:

Rene W. Copper - Pangean Congregation

Jason Hellborn Magregor - Contance Foundation

William Ebrosia Robert's - Congrecianal Forces

Johnny Johnson Junior - Pangean Congregation

Lola Macdonald Rockefeller - Masonic Coalition

Funalorunadua toa nere - □□□□□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□

"Show some god dame respect, your looking at five people who died inches away from a gate.."

[ NON CON Inspirational ] [ Temporal Conotatios of A Proper Human Being ] 1 of 3

Limited and broken are the stubborn few who refuse to see an infinite future...

Locked and bound by a bitter past, we often refuse to walk a better path, not out of ignorance, but of our stubbornness. Why change when my weapon kills all the same...

[ NON CON Inspirational] [ Temporal Conotations of An Unavoidable Doom ] 2 of 3

Regardless of location, all human societies have a similar structure.. In the best of cases, these structures are nearly invisible and offer proper solutions, bringing not only prosperity but hope for a future where you can find something to live for.

But that, that is an ideal lock behind ambition, wisdom, and the willingness to bring about change in the proper times. Conotations that are not likely to be seen in your lifetime because of your own indiscretions and fears of taking matter into your own hands.

Make no mistake.. the world rests on your shoulders, and the guilt lies with you alone. Even so, it is fair to recognise that solitary ambitions are bound to fail.

Separate yourself from such structures but remain connected to reality. Fate will never be kind, and opportunities can only be taken with luck at your side.

Find your own path and rise above the challenge by building your own Foundations.. Make a real choice and lift up the world by yourself or let it fall like those who came before you did.

[ NON CON Inspirational ] [ Temporal Conotatios Don't Matter ]

??:Nanaly Verna and Oscar Wagner are two unknown individuals whose names are often spoken of in pacing within the Constance Foundation.

No truth is actually known, and unlike most stories, theirs changes drastically from person to person. To some, the story of Nanaly and Oscar is one of pure Romance, to others, a tale of sacrifice. Yet even more so believe something entirely different, calling it a hate full tale of violence for glory... Propaganda spreed by a long forgotten evil. Yet even then, others claim it a lighthearted comedy that has a bitter sweet ending they can never never really forget.

Hard as I try, I can never find where the story came from.. nearly 10 years searching, 700 alternate versions of the Congregation, and absolutely nothing to show for it... evryones heard, but nobody's seen... Ahh.. How about you, have you heard the story?

[#Art]

[CHRONICLES OF REBELLION EPISODE 1: AN INTRODUCTION]

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