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⬣//A SINGLE CRACK LETS THE LIGHT IN.

  >>UNTITLED ROOT TOWN
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  >>FUTURE
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>>PROGRESS?
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  >>HE HUNGERS
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  >>Zelkova Corner

        ⬣//BRAVELY SAILING INTO THE UNKNOWN
      

As they say, fortune favors the brave. Five lucky players took part in a Limited Quest: The Mysterious Sky Islands, in which they discovered a brand new Root Town. While the team was largely successful in their efforts to make the mysterious floating town in the sky habitable, not everyone embraced the spirit of teamwork on this journey.

When you gate in to this shiny new Root Town, you'll notice something curious: it has no name. Its name simply displays as "???" in every context menu and there is no signage around the Root Town itself that points to its true name— rather, the name it had before they came along.

Whispers on the wind tell of an evil wizard in flowing white robes who ruthlessly boiled the village elder alive. With him died all of this mysterious Root Town's lore and history, and in its place are tales of the monster who robbed this land of its identity. The elemental sprites that populate this village refuse to speak their name, simply wishing you "good luck, have fun!" as you turn to leave.

While on your journey to check out the island, you'll notice how unstable the bridges are. Unstable might be putting it lightly, because for some unlucky souls, crossing the wrong bridge means plummeting to your death. It seems that whoever was put in charge of constructing these bridges didn't give a damn about structural integrity.

The local sprites are pleading with adventurers to assist them in building better, more stable bridges, but bridging the gap between one island and the next is not a job for a single person. If you have enough of a heart to heed the pleas of the sprites, you'll want to work with your fellow players to get the job done. All the wood, nails, and rope you need to construct better bridges has been helpfully supplied to you by the sprites. You could always sabotage the project too, of course, but what kind of person would you be if you did that?

        ⬣//BUILDING THE FUTURE
      

The professions system has been added to fragment. Rejoice, busybodies, for there is much furniture to be built and dubious potions brewed.

In celebration of the new crafting & gathering system, a crafts festival is being held in the Unnamed Root Town. Take care not to plummet to your death while traversing those rickety bridges.

Players are encouraged to set up a booth of their own and trade their unique handcrafted items with their fellow adventurers. In addition to being supplied with enough level 1 and level 2 crafting materials to give the crafting system a spin, the local NPCs are running a contest encouraging people to come up with their own for a chance to have their creations canonized as real crafting recipes.

To submit your own recipe ideas, you need only fill out this handy form:

Recipe name:

Recipe category: Alchemist, Carpenter, Chef, or Jeweler?

Which two items does your recipe call for? Choose two items to combine. Only gatherable items (refer to the professions page) can be used.

Effect: What does this item do, if anything?

Description: A brief description of your lovely new product.

Recipe name: Recipe category: Which two items does your recipe call for? Effect: Description:

Submit your recipe contest submissions here.

        ⬣//ONE STEP FORWARD, TWO STEPS BACK
      

Fragment's beta test has seen its fair share of unusual bugs and unintended features, and with the latest update bringing many new changes, it's inevitable that some things have broken behind the scenes.

If two players happen to log in at the same time, they might find their avatars swapped with one another's. Thankfully, this issue doesn't lead to the unpleasant exchange of deep-seated memories or anything of the sort, but getting used to a body that isn't yours takes time. Thankfully, this particular bug resolves itself when both players log out.

The windy town of Unnamed Root Town is generally quite scenic and pleasant, but there's just one issue. It's far, far windier than it should be. If the rickety bridges don't kill you, the gusts that intermittently blow across the sky islands might knock you off your feet if you don't watch your footing carefully. Thankfully, the crafts festival on the southernmost end of the island hasn't been impacted by the severe winds. Among them is one voice that you don't recognize: a voice that promises a death, gruesome and bloody, in the days to come.

To everyone's relief, the carnival and its notorious hall of mirrors has packed up and left Lumina Cloth, but your past hasn't finished haunting you. The foul winds carry whispers of the past along with them, uttering words and phrases uncomfortably familiar to you. They're the voices of your past, the voices of people you've known, loved, and lost. Covering your ears won't keep the voices out of your ears. Nothing will.

Finally, on the more mundane some of things, professions have a few kinks of their own that need to be worked out. Occasionally, a crafted item won't come out quite right, instead resulting in one of the following "items":

Alchemist: Truth Serum. Become unable to lie for 24 hours.

Blacksmith: Whatever you're enhancing transforms into a denim disaster. Introducing your new "body" armor, "leg" armor, "head" armor, and "arm" armor.

Carpenter: Mirror Mirror. Reflects the person you're most afraid of becoming.

Chef: Durian Delight. A succulent durian pudding that reeks so strongly that its stench can be smelled all across the Root Town or Area you're occupying.

Jeweler: Crystal Ball. Breaks after one use but allows you to read another player's thoughts for five minutes.

        ⬣//WHAT ARE YOU, AN IDIOT SANDWICH?
      

With crafting in full swing, a certain admin has been lured out of his hidey hole by the smell of delicious chef-prepared meals. Hien is hungry, and you will feed him.

Chefs are not limited by the recipes they know like some professions are, so players are encouraged to think outside of the box and combine unique ingredients to cook up something truly special.

Taste, however, isn't the only important part of a perfect meal. Chefs looking to impress the big man himself are expected to present their culinary delights to him with pomp and finesse. You need to impress Hien if you want to gain more from this venture than the participation prize of a chef skin.

Those who successfully woo Hien with their delectable dishes will be given an additional prize: a little black pomchi pet to accompany their avatar around Root Towns and Special Areas. Hien will be giving these out at his discretion, so you better suck up to the dogboss in charge if you want a pomchi of your very own. If you catch Hien in a good mood, he may even agree to give you a different breed of dog if you ask nicely.

Feed the local Hien here.

        ⬣//ZELKOVA’S CORNER
      

Hello, everyone! Can you believe it's been an entire month since our beta test began? Even though we've already been through a lot together, we've still got three months left! I'm rooting for you all!

As of today, the level cap has increased from 25 to 50. That means new armor and weapons will be available to you! Get out there to different Areas and start leveling up! But don't forget to stop every once in a while and enjoy your surroundings, too. Which reminds me—don't forget to check out the new Recreational Areas! We have a beach and hotsprings for you to enjoy now. I hope everyone continues to have fun exploring!

We've also opened up the GP shop, where you can create your own special armor set for a certain price, along with a few other things. Please check it out!

Oh, and don't forget to use these three new greeting cards I've made! Here they are! Make sure you use them so you can connect with your fellow players! We're all friends here, after all.

  >>Navigation

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> UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

[ Hector is here to help!

He practically leaps at the chance to help rebuild the bridges, quick to volunteer himself for riskier work, knowing these powerful winds could easily knock him off the edge. Who cares? He doesn't. So long as it means easier traversal and exploration for more people later, he's happy to sit right at the edge of these islands to work.

He's hammered a stake into the ground, and now he wraps the rope around it with ease. He clearly knows what he's doing. When he's done with that one, he picks up the next stake and places it on the other side, forming the outer frame of the rope bridge, and holds out a hand. ]

Hey, could you hand me th—

[ "The bathroom needs some work, but I think we could easily fix it up on our own. Together."

Hector freezes, his face quickly going pale. Is this some sick joke? ]

> WOOD YOU LIKE SOME...?

[ Well. Someone got a little carried away with lumberjacking.

Hector wasn't particularly interested in crafting professions at first. But when he realized he could go and gather things to benefit other people, he went a little...wild.

So here, he's sitting in a little spot by the craft festival in the new Root Town, stacks of lumber planks scattered on the ground around him. There's no sign or anything; when he catches your eye, he'll instead say: ]

Take some. However much you want. I don't want it.

[ Ignore the fact that the locals are giving this stuff out. He's paying for his mistakes. Help. ]

> BEACH RELAXATION.

[ It sucks when you live so far away from the beach. It sucks when your busiest times at work tend to be prime beach season.

Luckily, there's a digital one! One so realistic it may as well be the actual beach. And so on this particular day, Hector decides to dedicate his precious hour or two of gaming to chilling on the beach.

So he's divested himself of his clothes and clad only in his carnival-won blue-and-yellow swim trunks. He's sprawled out on the sand, soaking in the digital rays, relaxing.

...

No, he's definitely asleep. ]

> WILDCARD.

(( idk make something up. alternatively, hmu at me plotting post! ))

[ Hector's hanging out by the gate of the new Root Town, seemingly having just returned from an Area Run. He's not his typical extroverted self, minding his own business as he rifles through his inventory and thinks about his loot and his new gear. Hmm. Sometimes he gets better stuff than this... They didn't even find a chest at the end.

Anyway.

The shuffle of footsteps draws his attention from his inventory and up towards...you. He blinks, holds his breath. An...urge overcomes him, and he fights past the heart pounding in his throat to call out. ]

Hey. [ Yeah, you. He waves you over with a small, awkward smile. ] Can you c'mere for a sec?

Edited 2023-08-30 21:03 (UTC)

[ There's a lot on Fandaniel's mind and, apparently, Hector intends to add even more, much to his immediate irritation. He's picking at his own newly arrived level fifty gear — robes that look like intricate insect wings layered over one another — and heading towards the gate to go elsewhere but...

There's Hector. He's calling him over.

And Fandaniel has to stifle a sigh. Now what? He isn't in the mood for a lecture, which is what he assumes. ]

Yes? What is it? Do try to make it quick.

[ His heart is pounding in his chest. He's seen Fandaniel...what, two, maybe three times? He can't believe he's never noticed the way he's felt before. How odd. How strange.

Whether Fandaniel reaches Hector first, or whether Hector strides to meet him, it doesn't matter. Piercing blue eyes rest on the other man, unblinking, as the distance between them closes.

In one swift motion, one hand cups Fandaniel's face, and the other swoops around to the small of his back, bringing him in close. His eyes flutter shut, his head dips, and he gently, reverently molds his lips to Fandaniel's.

It's like he's never wanted anything else in The World. ]

[ Fandaniel's first thought is to reach for his tome, the way Hector swoops in to cup his face and slings an arm around him, pulling him into an embrace. Is he being... attacked? Wait, what? His eyes go wide a moment when their lips meet and he has a split second to decide what to do next.

Shove him away? Cast a spell to drive him off?

Or maybe, just maybe, get caught up in the heat of the moment? Yeah, that'll end up being the one he settles on because the kiss feels good and he's had a rough few days. Whatever game Hector is playing here, there's no harm done to play along for just a few minutes. His eyes drift shut and he pushes himself up against Hector, returning the kiss, hands searching for something to hold onto; a shirt, a robe, armor, or maybe just a bare chest to rest upon.

This is fine. Definitely... definitely fine. Probably fine? Actually, he highly doubts it is, but let him enjoy it for a little while. ]

theyre dead

secondthoughts - 2023-08-30 22:51 (UTC) - Expand

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a different kind of profession (limited to 1 person only)

lmk if u do not want to interact with chucklefuck here tbh

no i want this. also i'm sorry.

lmao rip

wood....

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Under Construction

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under construction

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bitch— i mean beach

wtf

hee

Wood

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for mr fai d flowright

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